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[tigerstarthefirst]

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[chilumi-shipper]

From Me, For You

Childe x GN!Reader / Alhaitham x GN!Reader

Summary: You love creating something special for them, it's your love language to say the least, it's the way you show love for them. But at some point, it seems like they stopped caring for the things you make, and in a moment where the stress was getting to them, they even said something so hurtful about your favorite thing to do for them.

Tags: Angst to Fluff, Hurt with Comfort, Crying, Childe coming home with blood covering him, Hurtful Comments

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Childe

Your relationship with him is... surprising, to say the least.

You're just a baker in Liyue that happened to sell one of the best Shezhnayan pastries that a certain homesick Harbinger was really craving. One thing led to another, and now you're in love and in a relationship with a Fatui Harbinger.

It's not like you didn't try your damn hardest not to fall for his charms, but seeing him eat the pastries you make and jokingly sob about his home, with the pastry's filling staining the corners of his lip, it just touched your heart.

But you forgot for a bit... he's a Harbinger...

He's not always gonna be the Ajax that taste test your baked goods every other day and would give the biggest smile with the usual comment of "Everything is perfect! You're perfect!"

And that's increasingly becoming more prominent.

You looked at the Shezhnayan baking book intently, making sure you follow the way of making a local pastry filling to a T. This is very important to you, your boyfriend's birthday is just around the corner, and you really really wanted to give him a taste of home since he wouldn't be able to make it back to his home nation.

You have to make sure to not screw up, so you're practicing early on.

The sound of your front door opening perked your ears up, making you put down the bowl of filling you were working on and skip on to your living room.

"Jax!" You affectionately called for him before you could even see him clearly.

The sight that greeted you, however, promptly stopped you from jumping at him for a hug.

Blood...

Whether his or someone else's, it mortified you. You were speechless.

"What...?" Childe scoffed at the sight of your shocked expression. "This is what being a Harbinger is." He looked down at his soiled clothes, feeling rather uncomfortable. "You should get used to this, babe."

The usual warmth of his presence in your house changed into an atmosphere that made you sick to the stomach.

"Please..." You started, your heart beating rapidly and your voice laced with disbelief. "Wash up... I..." After such a sight, could you really ask him to taste test one of your many endeavors in baking again?

This man... this Harbinger... he wasn't the Ajax you wished to see. But that's still him, just not the version he made you become privy to.

However, after so many days and nights that he showed up like... that, you got used to it, got used to the slow uprising of a worse version of him, the version of him that didn't give a fuck about what brought you together in the first place, the version of him that no longer accepted welcoming hugs and kisses, the version of him that made you feel so... worthless.

"Are you baking again? I know it's your job and all, but could you like... just not bring it home?" The ginger said that one time, rather hypocritically considering that he brought that terrible attitude from his job to your home.

"I'm working on something important..." You excused his rather hurtful words, you were rather sensitive when someone mentions something negative to you about the hobby that made you so happy. "Can you try it and tell me what you think?"

"Not in the mood." You knew that he was rather tired from taking care of something for his job, but that dismissive tone made your heart ache... and just when you think you've finally perfected his childhood favorite treat.

A moment of silence fills the room before a quiet "Please..." escapes you in a very hesitant tone. You worked so hard... finding an actual Snezhnayan baking book with local recipes, practicing over and over to make it perfect, even making sure to add your own little touch that compliments the taste.

Maybe you shouldn't have said that, otherwise, he wouldn't have stood up from the couch to face your smaller figure holding onto the tray of baked goods, looking up at his looming figure.

"You know, Y/N..." Your breathing already became heavy at the cold call of your name. "There are so many more useful things you could do than bake all day. This..." A gasp escaped your mouth when he grabbed the tray from your hands and threw it down on the kitchen island.

"This is just worthless."

Tears welled up in your eyes at his words, and you could no longer hold in the sob in your throat, as you started crying pathetically right in front of him. You whimpered as you tried to control your falling tears and your harsh breathing.

You couldn't say anything back, your cheeks and nose only reddening at the rapid emotion that's escaping you. No longer being able to handle being right in front of him, you ran up to your room, closing the door and face planting on the bed, muffling your cries with the sheets.

Back downstairs, Childe was still processing everything.

"There's nothing to process, you are a dick." His inner self told him, and he completely agrees as he sighs, dragging his fingers along his ginger hair in frustration in himself.

Why did he do that? Why did he say those hurtful things? Why did he treat you like you were one of his targets that he was assigned to manipulate?

Work got to him, it has been for weeks, but it was no excuse. He brought a monster he couldn't control into your house, and now... you were hurt.

His blue eyes darted to the pastries he haphazardly threw on the counter, most were still on the tray, in a mess and no longer in a firm order in which you like to arranger your treats.

A realization hit him... they look a lot like...

Childe then remembered the look on your face when you whispered a plea. Your eyes were hopeful when he stood up, and then your body shook when you realized he wasn't intending on tasting anything.

A memory flashed in his mind, even intensifying when he picked up a treat and bit into it, a sweet, warm filling coating the inside of his mouth. It was delicious... and just like in your Y/N way, everything you make made him feel better.

His senses getting better meant the pit in his stomach got worse, the regret of going off on you consuming him more and more.

He then hurried up to your room, gently opening your door to not startle you. His heart broke at the sight of you, your face buried into your pillows, your shoulders shaking and indicating that you're crying still. He knows that after what he did, he has no right to even feel hurt at the sight of you... but he loves you! And he knows he hasn't been showing it.

Without a word, without turning around to face him, you spoke. "P-please... L-le-leave me a-alone." Your words were muffled, and you were stuttering due to the sobs you still couldn't control.

"Baby, I... I'm so sorry..." Childe knew that those words could never be enough to make you feel better, but he at least needed a chance to say his piece, even though he may not deserve it. "Work has been... it's been making me like this... but, I know I can't use that as an excuse..."

"I've been a prick..." You didn't respond to him, but your sobs did die down to little sniffles. "And I don't deserve someone like you..."

"You just made the perfect replica of one of my favorite treats, and you probably did so much for this. Archons, babe, you're amazing. And so so caring." Ajax felt tears starting to form, his vision getting cloudy as his eyes water. If you forced him to leave, he would, but he wanted to pour everything in his heart for you out, and finally finally let out the emotion he had to keep in due to his job.

"I love you so much, Y/N... for being such an amazing person that lit up my life." He walked closer to you, prompting to sit on the bed beside you. Still, you give no response. "And the fact that you love me... that... you loved me...."

"I'm so honored that you even let me be your taste tester." The ginger chuckled a bit, reveling in the sweet memory.

"And I can't fucking believe that I just hurt you like that. I'm so s-sorry, Y/N." Finally, the tears in his eyes fell, and his voice broke when he spoke.

He wasn't use to fear, but at that moment, he truly felt the fear of you rejecting him.

After a few seconds, you turned to him, and he felt even more guilty to see your tear-stained cheeks and puffy eyes.

"C-Couch..." You whispered while pointing at him, making the ginger tilt his head in confusion. "S-Sleep on the couch." You stuttered out, and Childe immediately nodded, accepting your statement.

"A-And no more hugs and kisses, no p-pastries either." You firmly stated (as firm as your sniffly state could say at least). "For a month."

"Okay.... Yes, understood!" Childe wiped the tears on his face, answering you with determination. If that's what it took for you to forgive him, he's gonna do it with ease.

"And no coming home with b-blood on you. Please..." He got off the bed to get on his knees in front of you.

"I promise..." With many of his promises, he had an instinct to kiss your forehead as a reassurance, but you avoided his hand before he could hold your head to go in to press a kiss.

"Wait a month." You let out a strained giggle, and he smiled at how sweet it was despite his lips tingling in the anticipation of a kiss.

The whole no hugs and kisses is gonna be hard, and the no pastries means that he's not gonna get a taste of your love for an entire month!

But he will persevere, just for you.

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Alhaitham

You have a knack for crafting little momentos and preserving memories by creatively incorporating moments into the trinkets that you make.

It's your favorite hobby! And you're rather proud that you can make such cute little things that don't look tacky.

Kaveh was actually pleased the very first time Alhaitham came home with a decor you made, an embroidery of an irritated dendro slime reading a thick book that he can hang on a wall. You presented it to him with all smiles, saying that that was how you saw him the first time you saw him in the House of Deana.

"Finally! You actually got something to hang up that doesn't embody your atrocious taste!" Kaveh was enthusiastic, yet still managed to diss the gray haired scholar while giving out a compliment.

The first thing you ever made for him was that embroidery. And Archon's did your heart flutter and leaped with joy when he actually accepted it. What you were expecting was a comment from him like "I think it's silly to represent me with a slime. I would say that my IQ level is much higher than those elemental lifeforms."

You were both just acquaintances when you gave him that gift, but that sparked something between you. You were smart, creative, and didn't speak to him all stiff and nervous like many of your peers. You make the atmosphere easy to be in, and Alhaitham happens to like it when things are easy for him.

You liked his company just as much, finding his calmness and straightforwardness so tranquil and refreshing, not to mention his funny smarty pants attitude. You liked him so much that you would sit by him in the Akademiya or in the library and do your handy work.

it basically progressed from that. "I enjoy being with you, and you kissed me that one time and I liked it. And I can see that you enjoy being with me too. So we're together now." He stated, and you were in shock, he's always been straightforward, but that was truly unexpected.

"Y-You haven't even... taken me out on a date yet!" That was the first thing that you thought to say, still processing everything.

Alhaitham raised an eyebrow, "You don't call this and our every other meeting a date? We are together and we're doing what we want to do." Damn it, he made a good point.

"B-But..." You stuttered, making him sigh.

"Do you not want to be with me?"

"No! I-I mean... yes... Yes! I do, but you just dropped it all out of nowhere." You argued, seriously having a love-hate relationship with his unapologetic honesty.

He ignored your comment, only choosing to hear that you want to be with him. "Good, you're my partner now."

And then... with you being you, every milestone, every special event in your relationship, you'd make something for him.

First anniversary? A custom picture frame with 12 pictures of both of you in it to remind him of the 12 months you've been together.

His birthday? A crochet little plant in a pot, the plant seemingly just sprouting.

Just a random day? Well, you got something for him anyway. :D

You love him to bits and you wanted to show them in your very own love language, crafting little gifts!

Each one, Alhaitham accepted in an uncharacteristically bashful yet still pleased manner, muttering a "Thank you..." or a "You never fail to impress me." and then you are presented with a great honor of a smile from the scribe.

Making him feel happy and warm inside (though he would never admit that he was, but he really was) by making things for him made you so happy!

You managed to fill his desk with your creations, not just decor, but some useful trinkets too! Like a functional hourglass, a lamp that he can write on, and an organizer for books because you swear that he literally just lets the books litter his office since he reads lots of them on and off, and you needed to do something about it.

The main thing is... he loves your love for creativity.

At least... that's what you thought...

But ever since he became the Acting Grand Sage...

Alhaitham has always been an honest person, never one to beat around the bush or spare anyone's feeling by keeping his opinions to himself.

And he sure has gotten colder, much more poky, probing at the weaknesses and insecurities of many scholars in an attempt to only let researches and works he finds worthy to continue. The rest shall no longer be conducted.

Apparently, that included your work.

"I don't see a use for such an object. I prefer things in my desk to be practical."

"The way you designed it is rather... silly. Far too childish to be of sensible use."

"Decors are not necessary, there's better use of your time."

You took all of his critiques, from then and now, to heart, making sure to reflect on his words to improve. But when he was still the Scribe, he at least commented on how to improve.

Now, it's like... he wants you to stop.

You're currently in the office of the Acting Grand Sage, you brought your crocheting kit with you to pass the time, hoping to just have a quiet afternoon with him while you both do your work, much like what you did in the past.

"Alhaitham, what'cha up to?" You asked innocently, still working on your crochet as you were seated on the floor. He was working on something on his desk, his brows pulled together as he frowned at the report in front of him.

That was what you usually do, ask some questions about each other's business, encourage each other if it's really stressing you out, or jab at how you could never do his work, and he would not have even a quarter of your patience to finish a craft.

This time, however, he does not grace you with a response, preserving the quietness of the room. You got the message, so you opted to keep quiet and keep on crocheting a blanket with a print that you were planning to give him, maybe a fluffy blanket will keep out his cold mood.

A few minutes later though, you don't know exactly what made him snap, you don't know why he suddenly called your name, and you don't know why he looked at you with such a frustrated look.

"Y/N, just drop it." Alhaitham suddenly blurted out to you. Making you jump and pause what you're doing.

"W-What?" You stuttered, confused and worried at the same time.

"I saw that you've been struggling on that thing for hours, can't you just move on to something more useful?" The gray haired man sighed. "You're so creative, and you're wasting your time with that." He said it like so condescendingly, that such a calm sounding comment penetrated your heart more than an actual insult could.

"I mean, look at all this." He motions to his desk. "A bunch of junk that serves no purpose. I really don't see why you need to do all this." Tears started collecting in your eyes, and you heard his words as if you're the junk that serves no purpose.

"B-But... those are all presents for... y-you." Your voice was shaking, and you could only manage to whisper. "I wanted to make them for you."

"Then perhaps it is me that don't want to receive them anymore."

And that's what got to you. What you do to show your love, what you try to do for him, he doesn't even like. So does he even love you at all?

Tears streamed down your face, and what initially started as sniffles turned into sobs that echoed around the large room. You stood up, stuffing your things into your bag before aggressively wiping your tears away, though more seem to fall anyway.

Without another word, you ran to the elevator before rushing out of the Akademiya, running back home with a broken heart. It was a miracle you didn't trip with how cloudy your vision got from the tears.

...

"What are you doing here?" Alhaitham raised a brow, seeing Kaveh in his office, sweeping everything on his desk into a large bag.

The blond architect ignored him, clearing out the desk before heading for the wall with a few of your works filled the space.

"Did Y/N make this?" Kaveh questioned, finally looking at his roommate. Alhaitham merely nodded, though even more confused when the architect took the pieces and shoved them in the bag too.

"What are you doing?"

Kaveh scoffed, shaking his head at the Acting Grand Sage's pathetic ignorance. "You don't deserve these things!" He then proceeded to glare at him. "Saying such mean things at Y/N, they did nothing wrong and you started acting like some obnoxious fucker that just wanna bring people down."

"I mean, I know you like doing that. But to Y/N?" Kaveh questioned in disbelief. "Yeah, you don't deserve any of this."

And so Alhaitham was reminded of his words from yesterday, as well as you're crying face as you ran out of his office. He (rather stupidly) thought that you'd get over the comments, after all, you didn't mind his critiques from before.

"I wanted to make them for you." He remembers what you said, all the things Kaveh had in the large bag were for him. You wanted to make those for him.

You made them because... you love him...

And he fucked up.

Kaveh was done with his sweep, leaving him in a eerily empty room, free of everything that made it a bearable to work in. He hated the office of the Grand Sage, but your presence, the presence of your creations... made it that much better.

He had to fix this.

...

You heard knocking at your door, but after looking at the peephole and seeing a gray haired scholar for the fifth time that day, you didn't bother opening the door.

"Darling?" You ignored the endearment muffled by the wall separating the both of you.

On the other side, Alhaitham sighed before resting his head on your door. He's been trying to talk to you properly for five hours, but he didn't just want to say what he wanted to at your door, risking you not hearing what he has to say for himself.

"Listen, Y/N, I'll just be here... working." He didn't leave just yet. "You can join me, if you want. Just like before."

He sat back down on the bench that was right in front of your house. He brought the work he has to get done with him, and trying to swallow down the guilt yet again, he proceeded to work into the well hours of the night before leaving with yet another unsuccessful day of trying to talk to you.

For many days, it was like that, he stayed outside your home. Whenever you needed to go out, you ignored him, even if he followed you, even if he tried to talk to you, you wouldn't give him the time of day.

"I think this type of yarn would be good for structure." Alhaitham held a roll of yarn in his hand, looking you and anticipating a response.

Though you said nothing, you confirmed that you at least listen when you plucked up another roll of the same yarn and paid for it. He smiled a little, though you didn't wish to humor him further.

Everyday, Alhaitham would be working in front of your house, maybe knocking once in a while to check in on you. It was rather heartbreaking to see, from your window, you saw him sit there, looking like he isn't even getting work done, just staring at the reports and trying to make something of it.

And finally, it was night yet again, a particularly cold one this time around. The cold breeze as the sun sets in for the night sent goosebumps down the Acting Grand Sage's spine, but it was far too early to leave, so he didn't budge.

You don't get it, you don't want to feel sorry for him, he couldn't just say something so harsh yet act so stubborn to force you to forgive him!

But tonight... he does look rather cold, and from what you learned the days before, nothing will make him move from that bench until you let him talk to you properly.

There was a soft warmth that ingulfed Alhaitham as he was busy with his work, from his peripherals he could see the makings of a blanket, effectively shielding him from the cold.

Looking back, he saw you dressed in your pajamas, not bothering to make eye contact with him. "You looked cold." were the only words that you said to him.

Unbeknownst to him, while he was working in front of your house, you joined in on his day, finishing the blanket you were planning to give him before his outburst.

It felt like such a waste to scrap it, especially since you were half done with it already...

He stood up from the bench, looking uncharacteristically enthused at you. "Thanks..." He was looking fondly at you, but you still refused to meet his gaze.

You also noticed from watching him a bit that he wasn't really eating much throughout the day, so before you could stop yourself...

"Would you like to come in for dinner?"

...

You were quiet for most of the meal, but his ears perked at the occasional sniffles you let out, implying that you were trying not to cry. Alhaitham felt shitty for thinking he even had the right to feel bad when he was the one that caused all this.

After dinner, it was still silent, but Alhaitham proceeded to evaluate the blanket you gave him in your living room. It was crochet with, yet again, an irritated dendro slime on top of a building that resembles the Akademiya, you must have observed him and his sour mood from being the Acting Grand Sage.

"Do I get to keep this?" He asked, looking at you expectantly.

You bit your lip, anxiously twiddling your thumbs. "Umm... It's... not of much use." You replied, earning a sigh from him.

With your comment, Alhaitham made his way right in front of you, making it perfectly clear for him see that tears have started to fall from your eyes. "I-I think... it would be best if you g-go now."

You were looking down, still trying to cover your face despite knowing that he knew you were crying.

"Would it be okay if I talk to you properly first?" Something in you wanted him to leave because you thought that he deserved it, but you still wanted answers. Why did he say all those mean things to you? Why did he hate what you make so much? Why was he persistently outside your house all the time to persuade you to finally talk to him?

You didn't answer, but didn't motion at all for him to leave, so he took his chance before it was too late. "There's nothing I love more in the world than you. And to lash out on you for doing something you love was absolutely idiotic of me."

He took your hands in his, "I hated being the Grand Sage, I hated having to deal with the shit I don't care about. That hate just continued to build up, and I... you were the one that unfairly received it all."

"You didn't deserve any of that. And I know I can't use being stressed as an excuse for hurting you, that was my own stupid act. But I am truly sorry."

"I-I would have stopped making things for you if you hated them so much." You finally looked up at him with wet doe eyes, effectively clenching his heart even more.

"No, no, darling... I love what you make, every single one. Because I know that making them makes you happy, and I love seeing you happy." He lets go of one of your hands to wipe your tears away. "I'm so sorry about everything I said, darling. The moment Kaveh took everything from my office, I realized how empty it was... without you..."

"He did that?" You asked in disbelief, your question laced with a strained chuckle. He nodded, a pout forming on his face.

"Yeah, and I realized how terrible it was..."

You laughed, though your cheeks were still stained by dried tears. "Do you like the blanket I made you?" You asked him, and he gave you a rare genuine smile.

"I love it, you're a star for making it for me." He closed the gap between the both of you, guiding your head to rest on his shoulder, his arms wrapping around you in a warm embrace.

"I love everything you gift me. I love you..." He whispered as he hugged you warmly.

"Even the plushie on your desk that doesn't do anything and always falls over?"

"Even that..." Your heart fluttered, your body cuddling with his to receive more of his warmth.

"Okay..." You responded, smiling against him. "You can tell Kaveh to stop keeping my gifts hostage..."

...

"There's somethings missing..." Alhaitham gave Kaveh a pointed look, making his blond roommate scoff.

"Well, everything I took I brought back here! If you lost a few things then that's you're fault!" Kaveh has always been a big fan of your crafts, and Alhaitham has a gut feeling that he liked a few things that he took.

The gray haired scholar merely raised a brow, making Kaveh sigh dramatically.

"Fine! But I'm keeping the plushie!" He left before Alhaitham could argue with him, leaving him only to sigh.

Your giggle occupied the room for a bit. "I'll tell him I can make one for him."

"Alright, but I'll appreciate if his isn't as cute as mine. Thanks." He said, and though you know he's joking, he still had that stoic face that makes you laugh when he says those unserious things.

"I'll keep that in mind."

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This is like almost 20k words, so I really hope that you guys liked it :D

It's been a while, (as always with my writing, but it's summer, so apart from work, I've been pretty free to write, which makes me really happy) enjoy!

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[ashthemadwriter-archived]

TW: Irrational jealousy

"Here. You left this at my apartment"

Stealing your gaze from the book, you look at your boyfriend who's holding a wine red lacy bra in his hands, stretching it toward you. Unlike his usual attitude, GOJO doesn't look much lively at the moment. In fact, he looks somewhat... meticulous, like he's operating a very dangerous experience and is about to witness the outcome of his efforts.

Having your eyebrows knotted together, you wordlessly take the bra in your hands, the base of your fingers gently but painfully rubbing against the soft fabric. Gojo tries his best not to let his smirk break out when you give him a quizzical look and squeeze the lingerie in your hands.

"This isn't mine"

There it is. Victory. The awaitened result of his brilliant plan to give you a taste of your medicine.

Gojo cups his mouth while expanding his fingers to give you a better look of his fake gasp through the gap between them, humming abruptly. He carefully takes a second look at the bra, then begins to mutter in a not so low voice.

"Ah— well, this is awkward" He looks at your bewildered expression from the corner of his eye and continues. "I didn't want you to find out. Not this way"

The logic behind this clever act was easy to understand. You chose to spend your day offs with your stupid, lame old friend from college instead of your incredible, handsome, mind blowingly gorgeous boyfriend, and this is your punishment. Your reasoning was too dumb and made up. Huh, how could you even look him in the eye and say you're doing this because he's just gotten back from Austria and needs you to show him around town and introduce him to your colleagues? You should've just shoved a dagger in his aching heart and told him that you dont love him anymore. So yes, you deserve this; and as they all say, revenge is a dish best served cold.

"But you see, I'm not the only one to blame in this. You are too. You were the one who left me in the dark hanging to go on a romantic getaway with that good for nothing punk"

"Satoru—"

"Let me finish. I know that it was just for three days and you did nothing but work together, but I'm a man y/n! A proud, strong grown man who has his own needs"

"Satoru—"

"I'm not an animal y/n, but how do you expect me to close my eyes and pretend like nothing's wrong? Because it is, and since I'm also an honest man, I couldn't bare with the feeling of getting abandoned by my own woman. You and I were supposed to rule the world, but you never wanted what we were—"

"Satoru!!"

Gojo grits his teeth and looks at you with slight irritation, wondering what's so important that has to interrupt his dramatic show; but his liveliness and acting power vanishes in a glance when his eyes land on the part of the bra you're pointing at while holding it up.

"There's a price tag on this"

Oh.

The small, round label is linked to the inside of the bra, which is probably why Gojo had forgotten to remove it. Yes, it was totally that; not because he was too focused on his dialogues that he forgot to even check the bra out.

Gojo stares at your jumped up eyebrows and annoyed expression, flashing you one of his most charming smiles; Only this time he can't make it as shameless as it usually is.

"Eh, I guess this shows how much I actually love you and care about you"

"You bought this two sizes bigger than mine you asshole"

"My bad, I kinda got carried away"

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[steddieas-shegoes]

not so different

for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt ‘graduation’

rated t | 994 words | cw: mention of past character death, mention of alcohol, language | tags: childhood friends, friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, good uncle Wayne Munson

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Steve Harrington didn’t cry, not even when he fell off the slide at the playground and his knee bled for 15 minutes and his nanny had to call his mom.

But this was a special instance where he was allowed to be sad. His nanny even said so. He watched all the kids in his kindergarten class taking pictures with their moms and dads, uncles and aunts, grandpas and grandmas, and wondered why he didn’t have anyone here for him.

He found an empty classroom in the big kid hall as soon as the ceremony was done, sat behind the teacher’s desk, and cried into his knees.

“Did your daddy not show up either?” A voice asked from in front of him.

He lifted his head, vision blurry and face wet, to see Eddie.

Eddie had already done kindergarten once, but he had trouble with his phonics, so they kept him behind. He was the first kid to talk to Steve in class, but within a few days, Tommy and Carol and Heather had scared him away from Steve entirely.

“Um, no.”

“What about your mama?”

“She’s with my dad.”

“My mama is with God. Or that’s what a lot of people say. I dunno if she was friends with him or not, though. I think she just got buried in the ground and people are scared to tell me,” Eddie was sitting next to Steve now, his leg knocking against Steve’s.

Eddie didn’t sit still very well, and the teacher always said he had ants in his pants. Steve hoped he didn’t have them in there now; he didn’t want any ants on him.

“Where’s your dad?”

“He’s probably getting ‘rested again. He showed up being silly and my Uncle Wayne had to take him outside,” Eddie shrugged.

“Is he tired?” Steve asked, sniffling and leaning more against Eddie.

“No. Uncle Wayne says sometimes he has too much of the drinks in the bottles I’m not allowed to touch and it makes him act like he don’t got a brain,” Eddie didn’t sound that sad, but Steve still wanted to hug him. “So your daddy isn’t here?”

“No. I think he forgot.”

“Sorry he forgot. My Uncle Wayne never forgets. He even came to the lunch room for my birthday. He brought me a piece of pizza!” Eddie always sounded more excited than anyone else. Most of the kids in the class thought it was stupid, but Steve kind of liked the way his eyes got wide and his smile got so big it took up most of his face. “Maybe he can bring you a piece for your birthday next year.”

“He doesn’t even know me.”

“You can come meet him!”

The classroom door opened just as Eddie started to stand and reach for Steve’s hands to pull him up.

“There ya are, Ed! Been lookin’ everywhere. You want some ice cream?” An older man stood by the door, button up plaid shirt only half-tucked into his jeans.

“Can we bring Steve? He’s my friend.”

Steve’s head turned, shocked that Eddie would say that.

“We gotta ask his parents first, Ed.”

“His parents didn’t come.”

“Oh.” The man looked Steve up and down before seemingly settling on something. He gave a small smile and gestured for him to come closer. “What’s your favorite flavor, then?”

“I dunno. Never had anything except vanilla,” Steve admitted, afraid to look at the man who had to be Eddie’s Uncle Wayne.

“Well, that just won’t do, will it? Let’s go try every flavor at the diner. Benny just added a few new ones. Think there’s even a bubblegum one.”

Eddie clapped his hands and dragged Steve out the door by his arm.

“I bet you’ll like mint chip,” he said as Wayne followed behind them, fond smile on his face.

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Steve Harrington had only cried a few times in his life, but this was the second time it was happening in front of Eddie.

Eddie wasn’t conscious this time, though.

“If you wake up, I’ll take you to the diner and we can have ice cream. They’ve got a new raspberry white chocolate flavor that you’d like. I could use some mint chip right now,” Steve said around the tears.

Wayne had left the hospital an hour ago to freshen up and grab one of his crossword puzzle books. Steve had been crying for most of that hour, holding Eddie’s hand and quietly begging him to wake up.

Two days without hearing his voice or watching his smile light up the room was too long, especially after having it for the last 13 years.

“How’re you gonna walk at graduation if you’re still asleep here, huh?” Steve closed his eyes and wiped at his cheeks.

“You can walk with me.”

Steve’s head shot up at Eddie’s quiet, but surprisingly strong voice.

“Eddie!”

“Hey, Stevie. Heard you’re takin’ me for ice cream,” Eddie’s smile was crooked, the bandage on his cheek covering one of his dimples.

It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except for Eddie being awake, being alive, being okay.

“Yeah, Eds. Every day if you want,” Steve wanted to crawl into the bed with him, hold him close and feel him breathing and listen to his heartbeat, be sure he was there.

“Gonna hold you to that.”

“Soon as you can leave, that’ll be our first stop. Promise.”

Eddie closed his eyes, but the smile remained on his face. “You slept?”

“A bit.”

“So no.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “A bit.”

“C’mere.”

“Honey, you’re hurt-“

“Come here.”

Steve got in bed slowly, making sure he kept space between himself and Eddie’s injuries.

“Think I’ll graduate?”

Steve snorted. “They’d be stupid to hold you back after you saved everyone.”

“Yeah. ‘M a hero. Fuck Hawkins High.”

Steve could feel more tears trickle down his cheeks, but these were different.

These were relieved tears, happy tears.

“Yeah, honey. Fuck them.”

“Love you, though.”

“Love you so much.”

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddieholidaydrabbles #graduation #childhood friends #friends to lovers #wayne munson #hurt/comfort

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Meet Me in the Back (joel miller x fem!reader) (18+)

pairing: sleazy gas station clerk!joel miller x fem!reader summary: When the gas station clerk refuses to sell you alcohol after a shitty day, you need to get creative warnings/tags:  [18+ MINORS DNI] age gap (reader is 21+, Joel is 50s-ish), one-sided daddy!kink, bribery, light exhibitionism, flashing tits, VERY light dubcon (ignored discomfort), size!kink (Joel is massive as per usual), protected piv (an atticrissfinch first, folks. i’m different now, surely), light spanking, mentions of alcohol and smoking, Joel using some cringey dirty talk but he’s old and creepy so it’s hot word count: ~3.8K | ao3 a/n: don’t know where this shit came from but god am I a sucker for a sleazy joel, so here you go friends ❤️❤️ Series Masterlist | Masterlist

The sickly fluorescents buzz overhead as the equally pitiful chime of the door chirps your entrance. This isn’t your favorite gas station to frequent, but it’s the closest to your apartment and it’s fucking late. You’re exhausted and your brain is whirring from the past week of work. Oh, yeah, and your shitass boyfriend of five months—now ex-boyfriend—forgot to lock his stupid phone tonight to hide the midnight “u up?” texts coming in from his “just friends, I swear” coworker while he was taking what would be his last piss in your bathroom. 

Fuck him. You’re getting drunk. 

The clerk, a grimy-looking fifty-something-year-old in an undone patterned short-sleeve button-up and a cheap generic white tank top underneath, sits on a stool behind the register. You somehow doubt the tacky gold cross around his neck has seen the inside of a church in quite some time. He grunts in greeting, eyes glancing up briefly from the Playboy open between his spread legs. You don’t miss the small double-take he does when he sees a pretty young thing in a skimpy sundress entering his store alone, but you let it slide off. He can look if he wants; you could not give less of a fuck tonight. 

Your flip flops clack against the dingy linoleum as you troll the empty aisles aimlessly, a force of habit despite knowing exactly what you’re here for. You stop at the refrigerated section at the back and scan the options, settling quickly on a pack of Trulys. You hoist it off the shelf and let the door snick shut, a burst of cool air ruffling your dress and igniting a wave of goosebumps on your legs. 

You plop down the case on the front counter and rifle through your purse for your wallet. 

“No can do, sweetheart.”

Your hands freeze in your purse as you look up at the clerk, still perched on his stool but sans the naked centerfold, having left it sloughed open on the counter turned to a busty topless swimsuit model with her tits pressed together between her arms. 

“I’m sorry?” You inquire, pulling your hand out of your bag slowly. “I’m over 21. I have my ID with me.”

The clerk—Joel, you gather from his name badge—nods toward the 12-pack on the counter. “Can’t sell booze after midnight.”

“The fuck? Says who?” You bite back, your irritation from the day seeping into your tone in a way it typically wouldn’t. You’re not usually a bitch to strangers, least of all customer service workers, but it feels like this is some sort of cosmic joke. 

It doesn’t phase Joel in the slightest. He just shrugs off your bitchiness and clarifies, “Says state law, sweetheart.”

“That’s the stupidest fucking law I’ve ever heard,” You deadpan, crossing your arms across your chest. 

The man is not exactly subtle when his eyes sink down to drink in the way the motion props up your tits in your low-cut dress. Like you’re his own real-life Playboy model. Whatever. Maybe a little show will get him to bypass the stupid rule. 

Joel makes a little tch sound with his tongue against his teeth. “Sorry, darlin’. Law’s the law.”

You huff, leaning forward on the counter and gifting him a very nice view down your dress. “Well I still think it’s stupid. Can’t you just give me a pass? Just this once? I’ve had an unbelievably shitty night,” You pout, mimicking the model discarded next to your elbow and using your arms to enhance your cleavage. 

His jaw ticks as he overtly ogles what you’re serving him. When his eyes flick back up to yours, he’s donning a shallow smirk. “You find that that works for you often?” He quips, gesturing to your chest. 

You shrug a shoulder with a smirk of your own. “Use what you’ve got, right?”

Joel leans back on his stool, scratching the back of his head as if in thought, his eyes darting back to your chest as he considers his options. 

“Not so sure, sweetheart. Could get in heaps of trouble for shit like this.”

“What if…” You start off, a hand drifting up to your neckline and curling around it just above your right breast, pulling it down just a smidge. Not revealing anything yet, only an indication that you might. “What if I give you something a little better than that picture,” You proposition, luring his eyes down to the dirty magazine with your gaze, and then heading right back to him. 

You see his tongue run over his top teeth behind his lip as he studies the topless model on the page, and then glances back up at you through his eyelashes with a skeevy tilt to his mouth. “Go on, then.”

You give him a sexy little smirk, checking the front door with a cursory glance. When you confirm the coast is clear, you bite your lip and start to lower your top. 

Joel bows forward with his forearms against his thighs, eyes transfixed on every inch of skin being unveiled. 

You bring your collar down coquettishly, your mouth popping in faux surprise when one hardened nipple slips free. “Oops,” You say with a cheeky smile. 

A veiny hand comes up to stroke at his beard as he wets his lips. “Don’t be shy now. Give her sister a little breather too.”

“Greedy,” You scold with mock offense. But you’re already this far and you might as fucking well. You do a swift check of the door again as your other hand tugs your dress down on the other side. 

“Go-lly,” Joel rasps accompanied by a low whistle. “Put that damn model to shame, sweetheart.” He adjusts himself in his jeans and you see a sizeable bulge at his crotch, plain as day. 

His fingers twitch where they rest on his knee like they’re itching to touch. 

“Thank you,” You purr, giving them both a single squeeze in your palms and pressing them together for good measure with your nipples peeking through your fingers before sliding your dress back in place. “And thank you for your sacrifice,” You tease, wrapping your hand around the handle of the seltzers. 

“Now, hold on there, sweetheart,” Joel protests with a furrowed brow, slipping off his seat and slamming a hand down over yours on the case. “I didn’t say I’d let you have it for that.” 

Your face drops. “Excuse me? You said—”

“I didn’t say jack shit,” Joel corrects. “You flashed your tits at me of your own accord. Not my fault you assumed.”

“That’s fucked up, dude!” You shout back. “I just gave you Girls Gone Wild Live, is that really not enough for you?”

Joel snorts a laugh.“ Shit, maybe for a fuckin’ tallboy or two, but not a whole goddamn case.” Joel cocks a hip and balances his arm across the seltzer. “Gonna need more’n a little peep show to haggle for a twelver.”

You’re absolutely positive you’re going to regret it, but you ask, “And what exactly would that entail?”

A filthy grin bleeds across his face, and he half-heartedly masks it with a hand over his mouth, wiping at the corners with the pads of his pudgy fingers. With his stemmed smile, he drops his palm to the counter, raking his eyes salaciously up the lines of your body. “How’s about you slip into the back with me and find out?”

You narrow your eyes at him. “I don’t think so, dude.”

The tip of his tongue creeps out to lick the corner of his mouth. “Throw in a pack o’ smokes too, ‘f that’s up your alley.”

You shift your weight and pout your lips to the side, crossing your arms again. “Marlboros?” 

You don’t know why you’re asking. There’s no way you’re going anywhere with him. Right? You wouldn’t do that. No matter how…unexpectedly sexy this sleazy guy is. No matter how the sleeves of his shirt are straining around his biceps. Or how the little gold cross dangles in that unexplainably trashy-hot kind of way. Or how he is—no question—packing a fucking missile in his pants. 

Shit. 

“Whatever kind you want, for the right price, darlin’,” He winks. 

You nibble your lower lip, weighing the situation. You know you’re being stupid. But you’re pissed off, maybe a little heartbroken, sufficiently horny, and newly bereft of your dick-on-demand as of a couple hours ago. 

And Jesus, could you really fucking use a drink and a smoke right now. For free, nonetheless. Or, at least, not at the cost of anything you’d lament losing. Surely your dignity can withstand a meaningless fuck in a back room for your personal benefit, right? 

Fuck it. 

“Alright, fine,” You relent, leaning onto the counter again. “But let me spell things out this time. I let you take me in the back and fuck me—pussy only,” You dictate with a pointed finger, “And I leave with this case of seltzer and two packs of Marlboros, no charge.”

“I didn’t say two, I said—”

“Two packs of Marlboros,” You repeat with emphasis, jabbing your finger towards the back wall of tobacco products. “And we never fucking mention this again.”

“Jesus, bleedin’ me fuckin’ dry over here,” Joel mutters, his eyes dipping to the counter and then up to your tits. “Better be a sweet fuckin’ pussy.”

“Sweetest you’ll have till you kick the bucket next week, old man.”

“You got some fuckin’ spirit, I’ll give ya that,” Joel chuckles. He holds a hand out and you eye it tentatively for a brief moment before clasping it and giving it a solid shake. “We got a deal, sweetheart.”

Joel pushes himself off the counter and lifts the hinged countertop to pass through. He sticks his head out the door, looking left then right, and shuts it. He flips a sign on the glass to read “Be back in 10!” and bolts the lock, testing the door to ensure it holds. 

“Come on then, darlin’. Better make it quick.”

He guides you to the back of the store and through a locked door labeled “Employees Only”, rushing you in with a hand on your lower back. The room is bursting with boxes, stacked near the ceiling in some places. Unsettling stains are splattered on nearly all visible floor space, some looking stickier than others. You gingerly set your purse down on a box by the door. 

“Leave the dress on, but take those beautiful titties back out, sweetheart,” Joel directs, already working on unfastening his pants. 

You roll your eyes a little, but oblige, dipping your dress down underneath your tits again. You back up against the door and toy with them absentmindedly as you watch Joel’s cock spring free from his boxers and holy shit. 

“Woah,” is all you manage to vocalize. 

Joel looks at you with a smirk, his wide hand stroking down the full length of him and dipping a thumb into the wet slit. “Biggest cock you’re gonna take ‘til you kick your own bucket, darlin’,” He chides, stepping toward you. “‘N you’ve got a hell of a lot longer to go than I do.”

“Yeah, no shit,” You breathe out, feeling your pussy gush into your panties at the thought of that inside of you. You idly reach between your legs and ruck up your dress, pulling your panties to the side and running a finger through your already-soaked folds. 

“That’s a pretty little cunt, sweetheart,” Joel says with a voracious look in his eyes, laying a palm against the door level with your head. He’s so fucking large when he’s up this close, it makes your breath hitch. Even with your hips apart, you feel the tip of his cock graze the backs of your fingers where they’re playing with your pussy. Joel’s head dips down between your tits, nose tracing the curves before he sucks a nipple into his mouth.

You press your eyes shut for a moment to clear your head with a steadying breath. “Condom,” You order as the raised bud pops out of his mouth and he locks eyes with you. 

“Ah, fresh out. Sorry, darlin’,” Joel says with a tone and expression that belies his complete lack of real remorse. 

“You literally sell them. Right outside this door. Probably even have some in this room,” You argue back. 

“I can’t be givin’ you any more of my stock, kid. You’re already cleanin’ me out.”

You roll your eyes and push off from the door, ducking under his arm and digging through the inner zipper pocket of your purse. You spin back around to him, holding a condom packet between your fingers with raised brows. 

“Well, aren’t you a regular fuckin’ Girl Scout,” He mumbles with a tinge of irritation in his voice, snatching it from you. “Not a chance in hell this is gonna fit.”

“Oh fuck off with that bullshit,” You scoff. “You’ll be just fine.”

He rips the packet with his teeth and spits the strip onto the floor, the remainder of the foil following a moment later. He winces as he pinches the tip of the condom and rolls it down. “Fuckin’ hate these things.”

“You wanna fuck me or not?” You ask, your ass leaning against a smaller stack of boxes. “That’s my stipulation. Clock’s ticking, old man. Someone’s gonna be banging on that glass door sooner or later.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Joel mutters, pulling on his cock lewdly, “Bend over, little bitch. Let Daddy Joel take what he’s owed.”

“Jesus Christ,” You say under your breath incredulously, actively fighting the urge to roll your eyes again. You turn around and bend over the boxes, tucking your cheek into the loop of your arms and sticking your ass out. 

“That’a girl,” He croons, pushing the hem of your dress up over your hips. He whistles at you for a second time, palming your ass with both hands and landing a sudden smack to your flesh that makes you jump. “That’s an ass fit for Playboy for sure.”

His thumb traces the strap of your thong down the crack of your ass, stopping at your blooming wet spot. “Look at that pussy. All drenched and waitin’ for me.”

You feel his hands slide into the gusset of your panties, and they tear apart under his fists with nothing more than a grunt and a tug. “There we go.”

“Hey!” You shout back, your head whipping around. “What the fuck, dude? Those aren’t cheap.”

Joel just shrugs, pressing a hand between your shoulder blades to bend you back over. “Should’ve taken ‘em off.”

Another tug at your waist and your panties fall from your body completely. 

Joel’s hand nestles between your shoulders again as the other guides the fat head of his cock through your slick pussy. Your hips jolt when he catches on your clit, and he gives a satisfied breathy laugh. 

“Oh, she’s creamin’ for it, ain’t she?”

You cringe internally at his phrasing—so fucking unsexy, but somehow making you wetter at the same time. 

“God, just fuck me,” You moan, flexing onto your tiptoes to try and guide him where you want him. 

“Mmm, needy little thing,” He rumbles, but sits his cock at your entrance. Joel flattens himself against your spine and nuzzles into the back of your neck as he rolls his hips into you, the head of his cock stretching you open. 

You gasp out a pained whine, biting into the flesh of your arm as Joel continues to push his way through. 

“Shit, this little pussy fucks right open, don’t it,” He grunts, securing a hand onto your hip as he slides all the way inside. His panting breaths waft over your skin, tickling the hairs at the nape of your neck. His other hand comes up to grope at your breast, tweaking the nipple between his pointer and middle knuckles. 

It feels like he’s ripping you open from the inside, like he’s shifting your organs as he makes room for himself inside your body. You squeak out a quiet, “Ow,” as his hips collide flush with your ass and his length bottoms out, stretching you more than you could even fathom before. 

“Yeah,” Joel moans in your ear, pulling out a few inches and slamming back in as you cry out. “Bet you like it when it hurts, don’t ya, sweetheart.”

You squeal when he pulls out further and fills you completely again, setting a languid pace as he retreats slowly and then rams all of him back inside you at once. The sting of him fades into the background, but the overwhelming size of him, the all-encompassing fullness that you feel just gets more intense. 

You muffle your cries into your arm as he whispers filth into your ear. 

“Splittin’ you open just right, isn’t it, sweetheart? Daddy Joel knows just how to give it to you. Make you scream for it. Make them legs shake. That’s right, baby, take it good for Daddy.”

And you can’t do anything but take it. Take his huge cock pounding into you, take his disgusting words spilling in your ear, take the sound of slapping reverberating around the stockroom as your ass crashes against his hips. 

“Yeah, you like Daddy Joel’s big cock, don’t ya?” His voice rasps over the crude slap of his skin against yours. Your brain feels scrambled, only spluttering out a strained whimper in response. 

A hand slides down your thigh and hooks around the back of your knee, hauling it up onto the top of the box and spreading you wide open for him as your sandal clatters to the ground. 

“Fuck, that’s it,” Joel groans obscenely loud in the small, crowded space as he sinks even deeper into you, pulling a noise from you that’s so foreign you’re not entirely sure you’ve ever made it before. Somewhere between a moan, a scream, and a gasp shredding your throat at the impossibility of him filling you any more than he already had. 

“Fuck, I can’t—I can’t—” You cry out, tears welling in your eyes, hands scratching for purchase on the edges of the box. 

“Yes you can, darlin’. Takin’ it so good,” He grunts, gripping your shoulder for leverage as his relentless thrusts devastate your very core and lick at your cervix. 

“Too—too fucking big, please. Please hurry,” You whimper, your hand flying back to push back against his hips. He slaps your hand away and grabs at your wrist, bending your arm and locking it at your back as he ceaselessly fucks into your clenching hole. 

“Daddy’s too fucking big, huh?” He teases with laughter in his voice. “‘F it’s too big, why’s your pussy takin’ it so easy? It’s fuckin’ squeezin’ me, darlin’. It don’t want me to leave.”

You sob into your arm as your one leg remaining on the floor starts to quiver beneath you. 

“Mmm, fuck, that’s right. Want you shiverin’ and shakin’ on Daddy’s cock. Fuckin’ you so wide open, y’could probably fit one of them seltzer cans up your snatch after this no problem,” Joel grits out. 

Your eyes threaten to roll back in your head as sweat gathers at your temples and your body feels like it’s buzzing. “I fuck—I fucking can’t—t-t-too much, too big,” You stutter, feeling your pussy shuddering around him in what you think is an orgasm but you can’t even fucking tell from how foggy your brain is, how overstimulated every cell in your body feels. 

Joel grunts loudly as your cunt pulses around him, jerking his hips faster into you as you constantly strain to catch your breath. “Fuckin’ take it, bitch. Fuck your Daddy for your booze, and he’ll let you have it,” He growls out, before you distinctly hear him spit, and then feel a splash of saliva hit the crack of your ass and drip down between your cheeks. 

“Goddamn, wish I could coat this fuckin’ pussy with my load. Pump you full of my come, watch it drip outta ya,” He moans, his voice becoming increasingly unsteady as his hips snap into you faster and faster. “Gonna bust inside this little cunt, darlin’. Fuck, take it, take it, take it, bitch,” He grunts with one last obliterating thrust inside you, and then he’s coming with a guttural moan. You can feel his cock pulse with how tight your walls are choking it out of him, even with the condom. 

Your mouth is dry and your thighs are soaked as Joel pulls out of you gingerly. You startle when he smacks your ass with a heavy hand again. 

“Some good fuckin’ pussy,” He pants out, making quiet little noises of sensitivity as he slips the condom off his softening cock and ties it off, tossing it in a nearby trash can. 

You lower your leg back down to the ground carefully, and you somehow become less balanced, your legs collapsing out from under you as you crumple to the floor onto your hands and knees. 

You hear Joel chuckle in time with the zipper on his jeans. “Take your time. Gotta open back up.”

You hear the door shut after him, and you just breathe, limbs still vibrating as you kneel on the tacky floor. 

What the fuck just happened to you, You think. 

You just got fucked within an inch of your life by a sleazy gas station clerk, that’s what happened. And you have no fucking idea how to process it. 

When you’re pretty sure you can tolerate it, you muscle yourself up off the ground and stuff your tits back into your dress. The panties are a lost cause, so you leave them littering the floor. Fuck, he can have the souvenir. He deserves it. 

You ruffle your hair, slip your lost flip flop back on, grab your purse, and stumble out into the store. A couple haggard souls browse the aisles with glazed eyes as you make your way to the front, oblivious to your presence or from where you just exited from. You approach the counter where your case of Truly still sits. Joel is back up on his perch with his ragged boots propped on the bottom rung of the stool, the Playboy suitably stashed away from sight. 

“Get everything you need?” He asks coolly, a coy smile playing at his lips. 

“Um, two packs of Marlboro Reds, please,” You answer softly, your voice cracking slightly and prompting you to clear your throat. 

Joel nods with that grin still in place, spinning on his seat and snagging the cigarettes. He tilts the cartons to and from his head in some semblance of a saluting gesture and places them on top of the seltzers. “Pleasure doin’ business with ya, darlin’. Come back anytime.”

Your eyes involuntarily flit toward his crotch and back up. A spark lights back up in your chest and you grant him a playful smirk. “I just might.”

Part 2

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username charles hasn't given us anything to go off of, its like he's trying to make it difficult to find her

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charles_leclerc honoured to have been the one to kiss you for the last three christmases, hoping for hundreds more

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charles_leclerc apparently i forgot to introduce the world to my beautiful wife? joyeux anniversaire mon amour 💗

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username his WIFE?!

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[lecsainz]

Hi can you please do one about the Travis and Taylor rumours going around. Maybe like your Taylor’s sister dating Travis secretly for awhile now and your pregnant. And like the Taylor concert he went to he was like there with you and the football that Taylor went to she was like there with you. And it all comes out that he’s with you and not Taylor and they find out your pregnant and all and are so shocked and didn’t see it coming. Like if that makes sense 🙂

EVERYONE WAS WRONG

parings: travis kelce + swift!reader

author 🗒️’s: I missed writing smau 😭

summary: where you are taylor swift sister and there’s something with travis but everyone thinks he and taylor are dating.

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ynswift can I say I'm cheating on the eagles?

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taylorswift still can't believe you made me come to this game

⤷ ynswift didn't force you at all!

user6 love seeing the swift sisters together

killatrav It was nice meeting you, y/n

⤷ ynswift likewise, kelce

⤷ killatrav hope to see you girls at the next game

⤷ ynswift I need to check my schedule

user1 y/n being the cupid of tayvis

user Is it confirmed that taylor and travis are together???

⤷ user4 I think so

user2 she it's me in life: the friend who always couples people up

user5 andrea, please adopt me to be their sister!

⤷ ynswift mom said she'd adopt!

⤷ user5 OH MY GOD

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⤷ ynswift I swear we still loyal to your team

user7 I want a tayvis photo, make it happen y/n!

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Y/N and Travis had met during a The Eras concert, what seemed like a normal show turned into something entirely different. Y/N didn't expect it until she literally ran into this 6'5'' tall man. He was so much taller than her that she couldn't help but feel incredibly drawn to the unknown man, so much so that she forgot how to speak when he asked if she was okay.

Travis found the blonde girl utterly charming and just had to ask for her number. However, instead of getting her number, he received a polite but firm "no." That piqued the curiosity of the Kansas City Chiefs' tight end. With determination, he approached one of the security guards to inquire about the mysterious blonde girl. After a bit of investigating, he finally discovered that she was Y/N Swift, the younger sister of the famous Taylor Swift.

Travis couldn't help but be intrigued by this revelation. He felt compelled to get to know Y/N better, despite the initial rejection. It took him over a week to gather the courage to send her a direct message. When he did, he invited her to an Eagles game, which he later learned was the Swift family's favorite team, and having her older brother on the team made it easier to secure a private suite for their date.

As the two of them spent more time together, a genuine connection began to form. Y/N was captivated by Travis's charisma and his down-to-earth personality, something she hadn't experienced with anyone in a long time. Travis, on the other hand, was smitten with Y/N's intelligence, warmth, and her unique ability to make him forget about the pressures of the football field.

One date led to another, and before they knew it, they were deeply involved in a relationship that neither had anticipated. Their connection was electric, and they couldn't get enough of each other's company.

As the days turned into weeks and then into months, Y/N and Travis's bond grew stronger. They had shared dreams, inside jokes, and an unspoken understanding that went beyond the public eye. But their connection was shrouded in secrecy, as Y/N didn't want to overshadow her sister's fame and success.

Despite their efforts to keep things private, the media eventually caught wind of their relationship. Reports began to circulate, with speculations of a romance between Travis and Taylor Swift, not Y/N. The rumors hurt Y/N, as it seemed like her own life would always be overshadowed by her sister's immense fame.

Little did she know that amidst the media frenzy and the complications of their secret relationship, she would find herself facing an unexpected twist of fate – she was pregnant with Travis's child.

As days turned into weeks, Y/N couldn't keep the secret any longer. She knew she needed to tell Travis about the life-changing news, despite the fear and uncertainty that loomed over her. She had never been in a situation like this before.

One evening, she decided it was time to confide in Travis. With her heart pounding, she went to his house, her mind filled with thoughts of how he might react. Would he be overwhelmed? Would he want to be a part of this?

Travis opened the door and smiled warmly at her, inviting her in. Y/N took a deep breath and began, "Travis, there's something I need to talk to you about, something important."

Travis's expression shifted from curiosity to concern. "What's going on, Y/N? You look serious."

Y/N took a deep breath and began, "Travis, there's something I need to tell you. It's not easy, and we didn't plan for this, but..." She paused, her eyes glistening with emotion, "I'm pregnant."

For a few seconds, there was silence. Travis processed the information, and his eyes filled with a mix of emotions, but he didn't look away from Y/N. Then, a gentle smile crossed his face. "Y/N, are you serious? We're going to be parents?"

Y/N nodded with a soft smile. "Yes, Travis. I'm pregnant."

Travis leaned in closer, his face filled with emotion. "That's incredible! I can't believe it. I'm going to be a dad."

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes as she saw his genuine excitement. "I'm so glad you're happy, Travis. I was worried about how you'd react."

Travis took her hands in his and looked deeply into her eyes. "Y/N, I couldn't be happier. This is a beautiful surprise, and I'm looking forward to this journey with you. We'll figure everything out together."

Y/N felt a wave of relief wash over her. She couldn't believe how supportive Travis was being. "Travis, you have no idea how much this means to me. I was so afraid to tell you."

Travis took her hand and said, "Y/N, I care about you more than I can express. In fact, there's something I've been wanting to ask you for a while now." He got down on one knee, pulling a small box from his pocket. "Will you do me the honor of becoming my girlfriend?"

Y/N's eyes welled up with tears of joy as she nodded and replied, "Yes, Travis, a thousand times, yes."

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taylorswift so happy for you both 🤍 and travis you better take good care of my little sister!

austinkingsleyswift congrats sis!

jason.kelce finally, you guys announced it! I couldn't stand not being able to talk about it anymore. congratulations lovebirds!

chiefs welcome to chiefs family y/n!

donnakelce I'm so happy to have you in the family now y/n! 💕

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[anundyingfidelity]

AFFECTION — Soldier Boy

Summary: During a mission, Soldier Boy receives a hug from you unexpectedly. He likes it.

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x female supe!reader.

Word count: 0.9k

Warnings: canon violence and language, reader is kinda hurted, descriptions of blood and stuff, AU where Ben is working with the team on missions (which is what should've happened on the show btw), Soldier Boy being Soldier Boy lmao, Ben and reader are totally opposites and I live for that. Based on this post.

Note: soooo I'm still making some arrangements to my Soldier Boy long fic and instead I have this short drabble in the meantime. Hope you enjoy it hehe.

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You groanned, feeling the hard wall hit against your back. It was hard to believe but you thought probably you wouldn't go out of this alive. Your body ached and not even your strenght could stop this guy.

Fucking Butcher, why did you have to follow him to suicide again? Just a couple of cunts, he said. But he forgot to mention they had a weird improved dosis of V injected.

You fell to the ground as the man walked towards you. He was extremely tall and well-buff. No sense the Compound V on his system made him better, or at least that's what he thought. He was tossed to the ground by your side, and you crawled to the corner of the small room.

The distance was not enough to let you run away. You stayed there, watching Soldier Boy's big frame over the man. He used his shield, beting him to death and destroying his face and neck during the process. You were so damn sure his loud groans of pain would remain on your mind at least for a couple of days.

"Fucking pussy," the old man said, wipping some blood off his face. He got on his feet ungracefully and grabbed his shield back. He turned to look at you, still sitting on the floor. "You okay?"

You nodded. "Yeah."

He held you a bloody hand, which you took to stand up. There was an akward silence as you and Ben left the small room, you followed him around the dirty basement, filled with lifeless bodies and fluids on the ground, to meet with Butcher and Hughie.

"Guess those were all," Butcher announced.

"I have the remaining dosis," you took the tube from the pocket of your pants and showed them with a smile on your face. "Was the last one."

"Excellent," Butcher grabbed it and tossed it to Hughie, who saved the tube on a bag.

"We made it out, huh," you mumbled.

"Well, we're still down here, so," Hughie shrugged and three pairs of eyes narrowed at him. "What?"

"Just think positively, for once," you pleaded with a fake sharp tone. "Isn't that hard, y'know."

Ben rolled his eyes.

"We're on a fucking shithole, the kid's right. Let's go now before any of you fuck this up," he ordered and passed by between Butcher and Hughie, hitting his shoulder intentionally in the process.

You quickly followed behind his long soldier strides. "Wait!"

Soldier Boy scoffed and closed his eyes slowly only to open them again. You stood on his way with a big smile and wide eyes. Bruises and blood adorned your face and neck, your clothes were also splattered with dry blood and dirt after killing those clandestine stupid supes on an undercover mission at night, and still you acted like nothing had happened. He stood in place, with Hughie and Butcher standing behind expecting what the fuck you'd be doing this time. Sometimes he thought you were so fucking annoying.

"The fuck you want?"

You opened your lips to say something but nothing came out. Once you closed them, you beamed again and closed the distance between him and you. You wrapped your arms around his strong waist and rested your grubby check against his chest. He tensed visibly under your hug and after a moment you pulled away, your hands behind your back with a shy smile. Hughie and Butcher were clearly holding back a good laugh. They knew better not to mock Soldier Boy, not yet though.

Ben blinked a couple of times, trying to process what happened.

"What the fuck was that?"

You giggled. "Affection."

He wrinkled his nose. "Disgusting."

You gasped and faked sadness on your voice. "Why? I was just saying 'thank you for saving my ass'."

"It's fucking nothing," he rolled his eyes and started to walk again to guide the team outside, with the other two men with playful smirks on their faces following behind.

"Ben!" you quickly caught his pace to stand by his side. "Thank you, okay? Probably you don't like physical contact but I do. And this is how I show others that I care about them and that I'm thankful. I also give hugs because I like them and–"

"Shh!" Ben raised his hand, suddenly stopping his tracks by the end of the stairs that'd lead you outside. He turned and looked at you with that grumpy face of his. "I said you're welcome, sweetheart. Now we need to go, you can talk to me about your hugs shit later."

He pointed to Hughie and Butcher. "Now, you, cocksuckers, go up."

Butcher grinned, going first. "Sure, cap."

"You shut up," Soldier Boy warned, Hughie gulped and nodded, and made his way up on the stairs.

You stood there, with a smile on your lips. Always that fucking, idiotic, stupid smile, even after hard missions like the one you just had. It was like if you were the only one who didn't seem scared of him or anything else. Sure, you were a supe and a smart asset on the team. But still, a very peculiar lady through his eyes.

He sighed and rolled his eyes. Once Butcher and Hughie were out of sight he finally talked.

"Do it again."

"Excuse me?"

"The stupid hug, do it again."

You raised your eyebrows, eyes bright as you realized his request. "Really?!"

"God, woman. Do I need to fucking repeat my—?"

His words were cut by your strong hug. You crashed against his frame so hard he lost balance for a bit. He was certainly surprised by how warm your hug it actually felt. You angled your eyes to see his face.

"Thanks!"

You let him go and got up the stairs. He barely curved his lips at how happy you climbed them. Yeah, well he actually liked your stupid hugs.

soldier boy / reader

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[morganski-19]

The One with Shaved Legs

Eddie walks into Steve and Robin’s apartment, planning on asking if can borrow a charge since Nancy has banned him from borrowing hers. But instead, he’s stood there staring at them with a hand on the door handle.

“Oh, hey Eddie,” Steve waves a greet as if what’s happening is completely normal.

“If you’re going to ask for a charger, the answer is no. Nancy already told me you’re blacklisted.”

Eddie opens his mouth to say something, closing it and reopening it a few times. “I’m sorry, what are you doing?”

What they are doing, in question, has Steve with his leg on a chair, wearing the shortest shorts known to man, with shaving cream rubbed all over his leg. Robin is standing next to him with a razor, delicately shaving the hair off.

“Yeah that. Robin’s shaving my leg,” Steve rolls his eyes.

“Yeah,” Eddie says, finally able to step into the apartment. “But why?”

Robin stand upright, rising the razor off in a bowl and glaring at Steve. “Do you want to tell him why or should I?”

“I didn’t know, ok I didn’t know. How was I supposed to know?”

“Did he not show up to parent teacher conference?”

“Fuck he did, I forgot.” Steve runs his hands over his face, mortified.

Eddie clears his throat. “Explanation, please. Clue in the person not connected to your weird twin telepathy thing that you have.”

“Steve’s on a sex ban,” Robin informs. “He slept with one of his student’s parents, again.”

“Divorced,” Steve clarified, “I knew that much. And he was very hot, could you blame me?”

“Yes, always.”

“How hot?” Eddie asks.

Steve reaches for his phone on the counter and almost falls over in the process, swiping through his phone to pull up the guys dating profile.

Eddie takes it and stares at it. “Yeah, very hot. Not for me, but I can see why you went for it.”

“Thank you.”

Nancy walks into the apartment. “Oh, there you are Eddie.” She takes one look at what’s happening and immediately gives Steve a deadpanned look. “Sex ban again, seriously, Steve.”

And because the timing couldn’t be more perfect, Jonathan and Argyle show up and walk into the apartment unphased.

“I forgot, ok. I wouldn’t have slept with the guy if I knew.”

“Parent again?” Jonathan asks while already knowing the answer.

“Wait, how many times has this happened?”

“Too many,” Nancy says annoyed. “The first time was in college when he slept with the TA to get a better grade.”

“That was not why, it was not grade motivated,” Steve depends.

Nancy rolls her eyes. “Either way, he got a weird grade boost so we invented the sex ban.”

“It happens like once every year or so,” Jonathan fills in.

Eddie crosses his arm, still confused. “How exactly is this a sex ban?”

“We only shave one leg,” Robin explains.

“Yeah, shaving both would do nothing, now I get so disgusted by the feeling of my legs rubbing together that I won’t want to sleep with anyone. I can do with both having hair, or both shaved, just not one with both.”

“Oh, yeah that makes sense.”

“I shave my legs all the time,” Argyle says unprompted.

Jonathan nods. “It’s true, he does.”

“I like how soft they get.”

“Very soft.”

“You’ve touched his bare leg to feel how soft it is,” Eddie questions.

Jonathan shrugs. “Hard not to when he does that thing where he shaves and then makes me feel how soft it is.”

“Because I want someone to appreciate it,” Argyle reasons.

“Just because I didn’t say anything doesn’t mean I didn’t appreciate it.”

Argyle rolls his eyes. “Well, you could have said it.”

“Your relationship still confuses me.”

Robin finishes the last stripe on Steve’s leg, swishing the razor in the bowl of water. “Done, go rinse it off.”

Steve brings his leg off the chair and walks to the bathroom with a wide stance, so he doesn’t get any of the shaving cream on his other leg. He comes out with a clean leg.

“You missed a spot.”

“Even better.”

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

All In 2

No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, power imbalance, low self esteem, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: you meet a mysterious man on a night out with your sister. (petite!reader)

based on the winning option for this poll

Characters: casino owner!Bucky Barnes

Note: told myself to slow down, didn’t.

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You finish your cocktail before you go into the concert hall. Roxie grabs a third and you pass, not wanting to run back and forth to the bathroom. Besides, you don’t really like the way the vodka stirs in your stomach and little behind your eyes.

The band is decent. You don’t know any of the songs and only vaguely heard of the artist they are a tribute to. Still, you enjoy the live show; you focus on their instruments and how they use them. You always wanted to be musical but never had a sense of tone or melody.

By the end of the set, you’re yawning. Your sister is on her fourth drink and you can’t tell if she’s swaying to the music or if it’s more than that. As the rows empty, you shuffle out with the rest of the concert goers. The bright lights of the casino greet your squint and your ears pulse slightly from the noise of the strumming and crashing show.

“Mm, so, what’d’ya say?” Your sister makes almost every word into one, “how do we spend this?”

She fishes out the chip and you give a sheepish frown. You almost forgot about it. You still think you should turn it in. You don’t feel right spending someone else’s money. You do that often enough, much too old to be living off your mom.

“Don’t be boring,” she warns, “jeez. It’s just cards. Odds are, whoever dropped it, would’ve lost it to the house anyway.”

She claps her hand around your shoulder. You pull back the sleeve of your cardigan to check the time. It’s after ten! You haven’t been out that late since... ever.

“I’m not boring,” you cross your arms and shrug her off. “I just... am different than you.”

“Boring,” she repeats. “You can’t spend all day in your room.”

Yes, you can. And you do.

You don’t argue. When she’s like this, it’s only bound to become a scene. There are too many strangers around for that.

“Black jack,” she declares and spins the coin. It slips from her grasp and falls between her feet. She bends over shamelessly in her dress to pluck it up. “Come on, let’s clean up.”

She struts ahead and you shuffle after her, nervously wringing the strap of your purse. Hopefully she loses it quickly and you can just retreat home in defeat. You catch up to her as she reaches the stairs. She giggles as she leans on the railing and you take her other arm, trying to support her wobbly steps.

“Want another drink?” She asks.

“No, think we’re good.”

“We?” She scoffs, “I’m fine.”

“Please, Rox, let’s just find a table,” you peek around as her voice rises a bit louder than you like.

“Pfft, fine, but if I win, I'm getting a drink.”

You nod. Go along to get along. That’s what your mother always told you when it came to your sister. She’s more like your father than she cares to admit.

You get to a table and she sits easily on the high seat of the tall stool. She lays down the single chip and the dealer offers to break it into smaller ones. She nods and shrugs. You envy how smoothly she just breezes through things.

You stand behind her. You don’t want to take up a seat and the stool is too much of a climb for you. You can see it wobbling as you attempt to hitch yourself up with the crossbar. You’re good, you shouldn’t get comfortable.

You listen to the shuffle of cards as your sister murmurs something you can’t make out. You can only hear the low drone of voices as you stand back. You sidle out of the way as a man claims the empty stool beside your sister. He buys in and another hand is dealt. Hasn’t she lost yet?

The man leans into your sister and you grimace. She turns her head to listen to him and she giggles. Your cheeks blaze hotly and you cross your arms and rock. Neither seem to notice you as they get closer and closer.

As the game progresses, you can only really make out what the dealer says; the different numbers that have grumbles coming from other players. You bring your hand up to pick at the button on your cardigan. The man puts his arm around your sister’s back, his hand on her hip as wiggles in her seat coyly. What about Tom?

You peer around awkwardly. Do you stop her? Remind her of the boyfriend that got her the tickets for tonight? You bounce in your flats and pause as you find someone else staring back at you. Or are they? Just as quickly as your eyes meet, the stranger’s eyes flit away and he’s back to chatting with another man. It’s the very same man who gave you the chip. Maybe her forgot you. That’s not a surprise.

You return your attention to your sister. The man has moved his arm between them and your sister squirms. You watch his elbow as he pulls his hand back. He’s touching her leg. She’s wiggling and suddenly, she shoves him away and screeches.

“EH! I got a boyfriend, perv! I said stop.”

Her voice carries along the high ceilings and you cringe. You back up, cowering away as she stands and the stool teeters dangerously. She fists her hand and you think for a moment she might just hit the guy. He scoffs and turns in his seat.

“Babe, just wanted to buy you a drink.”

“Whatever. You fucking creep!” She hollers.

“Ma’am,” the dealer calls from the table, “is there a problem?”

“Y-yeah,” she hiccups, “this dude had his hand up my skirt.”

“She’s drunk,” the man shakes his head, “listen to her.”

“I’m--” your sister’s denial catches in her throat, “doesn’t mean he can just touch me.”

“Ma’am, if you’re drunk, we’re going to have to ask you to leave.”

“I’m fine. I'm not that...” She slides off the stool and stands, grabbing the chips in front of her seat and tossing them across the table. “You’re all a bunch of crooks.”

Her ankles tangle as she spins and she barely gets her balance before she storms away. Her strides are uneven as she bobbles drunkenly. You watch after her with wide eyes before you follow. She leads you into the bathrooms as she growls and grumbles. She slams into a stall and you stand outside.

You wait until she comes out. She’s quieter and her eyes are hazy. She washes her hands and applies a new coat of lip gloss.

“What a bust,” she pouts and rolls her eyes, “one more drink and we’ll go.”

“Maybe we should just leave now.”

“That guy was such a pervert,” she sneers at you, “you saw where his hand was.”

You nod, “yeah, I did...”

“So, you know I wasn’t being dramatic.”

“Yeah, but... everyone heard.”

“Oh fuck off,” she pushes your shoulder and stomps past you.

You feel bad. It’s not that she shouldn’t defend herself. You admire that she can, but she didn’t need to be so obnoxious. You trail after her into the casino. She heads directly for the bar. You hang your head and wait behind her. This time, she doesn’t offer you a drink. She’s mad at you now so it’s the silent treatment.

“Honey,” another man approaches, “how about I get that for you?”

“Huh?” She babbles, “oh, sure, baby, that’s sweet.”

The man offers his card to the bartender and orders a highball. He leans his arm on the tall bar top as he faces your sister. She bats her lashes at him and giggles as she pulls her drink closer.

“What’s your name, gorgeous?” He asks.

You blink. It’s like you’re not even there. You watch awkwardly, wishing the floor would swallow you up. Instead, you find an empty stool one seat away.

“Roxie,” she answers as you struggle up onto the seat. “And you, handsome?”

“Sam,” he returns, “what’re you drinking then?”

You notice him touch her glass along the brim but can’t see much else around your sister. She replies and his own drink is served. You shrink down and sigh. She’ll get her free drink and then you can just leave. You hope. You hold your chin as you dread another scene.

“Can I get ya something?” The bartender approaches.

“Er, water, please,” you choke out. He seems disappointed but gets you a glass.

You try not to overhear your sister and that man. It’s awkward and you hate this. It’s not the first time she’s done it either. The few times she’s brought you along, you’ve somehow become a third wheel. It reminds you of when you were kids and your mom forced her to take you with her somewhere. She doesn’t actually want you around, she’s genetically obligated.

“Woah, baby, you okay?” The man raises his voice and your sister’s body slumps. Shoot. No.

You barely get off the stool as the man clings to her drooping body. She giggles wildly as you tweak your ankle and rush over. That man, Sam he called himself, seems somewhat calm given the situation.

“Slow down, babe,” he chortles, “Jesus.”

She’s drunk. You knew she shouldn’t have had another drink. Your eyes meet Sam’s and he squints.

“You know her?”

“My sister,” you murmur.

“Oh, right, well...” he clears his throat and looks around, “you can take care of her then.”

“Wait--” you barely keep her up as she leans on you as she’s almost sideways on the stool.

He’s just leaving you? What the heck? You guess if he can’t get anything out of her, she isn’t worth the effort.

You sniff and struggle to slide your sister down to her feet. She’s heavier than you expect and her height makes her difficult to balance. You glance over as the bartender nears.

“Everything okay?” He asks sternly.

“We’re leaving,” you assure him, “sorry.”

“Five minutes,” he taps his watch face, “or I call security.”

You nod and move your arm around your sister’s back, “please, Rox, gotta work with me.”

She laughs again, “hey, where’d that cute guy go?”

“Please,” you beg again, “don’t...”

“Oh, hi,” she touches your faces and squeezes your cheeks, “baby sister.”

You hate when she’s like this. She’s always been a drinker, ever since high school when her friends would sneak out bottle from their parents’ stash. What was once an act of rebellion as a teen is now concerning as an adult.

“Excuse me, everything okay?” The timbre makes your heart drop and you nearly let go of Roxie as she leans in the other direction.

You look up. Oh god. It’s him. That dark-haired man in his expensive suit.

“I’m just... we’re on our way out--”

“She alright?” He points at your sister.

“Tipsy,” you utter.

“I see,” he pushes his hair back as it slips forward, “can I help?”

“Uh, you don’t--”

Before you can answer, he has your sister’s other arm. He almost lifts her entire weight off of you as he supports her against his shoulder. Your entire body is emblazoned in humiliation. You refuse to look above the floor as you’re certain you must have an audience.

You get your sister across the floor and into a hallway. There's an exit sign ahead but you're all turned around. The man stops you and Roxie.

"Where'd you park?" He asks, "this leads to Lot 5."

"Oh, uh..." you blanch. You hadn't thought of any of that. You slouch under Roxie's weight and try to see around her. "I'm not sure but... I don't drive. She was supposed to."

"Ah," he clucks, "and now she can't."

"Right," you agree glumly, "I'm sorry."

"You're sorry? Why?" He asks.

"I didn't think... I let her--"

"Did you let her drink or did she make that choice knowing she was supposed to get behind a wheel?" He challenges.

"I guess... yeah. Sorry."

"Really, doll, no need to keep going on like that," he dismisses, "well, it's late and I can't in good conscience let you wander out with her like this. Especially if you don't have a way home."

"I could..." you begin. A taxi? You'd have to ask your mom to pay the driver when you get home. "Why would you... care?"

"Well, as the owner of this establishment, it won't look good on me if two pretty girls left and went missing," he chuckles then stops himself, "sorry, that's not funny. I just... we overserved your sister obviously so it's on us."

"Owner?" You gulp. You didn't think this could be any more humiliating.

"Bucky," he reaches around you sister.

You hesitate. You can't shake his hand properly as yours is around your sister so you just sorta grab his hand briefly and squeeze two fingers, retracting with another raze of embarrasment. You barely squeak out your name.

He repeats your name before he continues, "I'll get you two a room so she can sober up."

"What? No. That's... too much."

"It's late," he insists, "here," he pulls Roxie away from you as her head lolls and she snorts. He lifts her against his chest, carrying her easily. "I know a back way, just follow my lead, doll."

"Ummmmm," you drone and he waltzes back the way he came, hardly detered by the drunken body in his arms. You can only kick yourself and scramble after him. This night could not have ended any worse. Well, you guess it could if it went the way he suggested.

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I’ll never leave again— Bodyguard!Max verstappen x reader

Mentions drinking/drunk reader Allusion of smut/wet dream 🤭 Readers a bit of a stubborn brat Max is a bit cocky and possessive but In a good way Max does abandoned the reader for several months with no contact Temporary Bodyguard!Carlos Kidnapping held hostage and tortured angst fluff hurt comfort

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Max Verstappen has been with you since the beginning of time. He was the son of one of your father's employees. So it was natural to see Max from time to time growing up and eventually he disappeared for years and resurfaced as your bodyguard. Max lingered around like a bad smell. You couldn’t get rid of him for anything. And you tried everything to get rid of Max.

“God Max you ruin everything” you whined stomping your feet on the ground like a child.

“I’m sorry I was just doing my job,” Max says lightly shoving you into your room. Max was pissed you had snuck out of the house to meet up with a random hookup in a random hotel. Busting into the hotel room seeing you half naked underneath a random man made Max see red.

“Shut up,” you say through gritted teeth. “I’ve had it with you. Stop acting like my dad” You were always a wild child so it came as a surprise when Max would reprimand you. But secretly that’s exactly what you liked about him. That he was more than just your bodyguard.

“In case you forgot Princess it’s my job to look after you remember that if you get hurt or worse killed I don’t get paid,” Max says.

“I’m no princess anymore! I’m a woman, damn it. I can take care of myself” you say standing up and crossing your arms to prove your point.

“And anyway what’s the big deal, he’s just a guy I met on Tinder”

“What if he was out to hurt you? You never think about that” Max says angrily coming closer to your face which makes you flinch slightly.

“What if he took advantage of you?” He continued getting closer.

“What if he just wanted one thing from you?” He says now just inches away from you making you take a step back.

“You’re an asshole Max,” you say through gritted teeth.

“I may be but I’m not the one putting my life in danger so some random dude can have his way with me,” he says softly.

“I’m just looking out for you. I care about you. I love y-“ he catches himself.

“Forget it,” he says, turning around ready to leave the room.

“Wait,” you say, not liking the idea of him leaving while being mad at you.

You grab his arm and turn him around to face you.

“What” he says looking you right in the eyes. There is so much intensity and sincerity behind the glance but you’re not ready for that yet. You’ve always been afraid of falling in love so you just play it off like it’s nothing.

“Never mind,” you say brushing past him.

Your body language is cold and dismissive but you can tell Max is having a hard time not showing that he’s hurt by the way you’re acting.

You head to the bathroom to take a shower. It’s going to be a long night.

You step inside the shower letting the water hit your body with a slight sting but the sting is welcoming. You stood there for a while thinking about your encounter with Max. You wondered if he really cared about you or if he was just being jealous.

You wash yourself up and then step out of the shower. You wrap a towel around your body and head to your room.

You get dressed in one of your comfiest pajama sets and decide to just sit down and watch some TV. You were feeling a little upset after that interaction with Max but you just brushed it off.

As you’re sitting on your bed about to flip on the TV, you smell a familiar smell. You smell the cologne that Max always wears.

You know that smell anywhere. It’s his scent and you instantly realize that Max has been in your room. But he’s not here right now so the question is, where is he?

You get up and look out the window hoping to see him. You have a clear view of the driveway from your window since your room is on the top floor. You wonder if he’s out there looking for you or if he has just been in your room and left.

Suddenly you feel a presence behind you.

You turn around to look behind you and there he stands. Max.

“I just want to talk. Can we talk?” He says in a soft tender voice.

You are filled with emotions. You are both nervous, angry, and confused. It’s so confusing. You were ready to hate him a minute ago now he’s here standing in front of you looking genuinely concerned. He cares.

Your mind is racing with different thoughts and emotions and just as you are about to say something he grabs your hand.

“What do you want Max? I’m tired and I wanna go to bed” you said

“I know that you are hurt. But you were out there all alone with a random guy. What if he did something to you?” Max says in a frustrated and concerned tone.

“How could you be so reckless? Do you think this is a joke? Do you think bad things only happen to other people? He looks you dead in the eye, making you feel uneasy and guilty.

“I was just looking out for you. I do care about you. I would never let anyone harm you” he says softly pulling you to him and embracing you. You let out a sigh of relief. You’ve been waiting for an act of kindness like this.

“I’m sorry for snapping at you but I was just worried is all,” he says letting you go.

You look at him for a few seconds before responding. Maybe the thought of him caring about you was all you needed. Your guard is finally down. You look at him nervously.

“I’m sorry too… but you don’t have to be so possessive you know,” you say with a bit of sass.

“It’s late, you should go to bed, good night Schat,” Max says, leaving you standing in the middle of your room.

You watch him go and feel an overwhelming amount of sadness wash over you. You wish he would stay. Wish he’d stay and hold you in his arms.

You hear the door shut and the click of the lock and you decide to go to bed. Before you know it you’re in a deep sleep.

The next morning you wake up feeling refreshed and rested. You’ve had an eventful night with many ups and downs. You make your way downstairs to get some breakfast and notice that the house is completely silent.

There is no sign of life so you take it upon yourself to make a quick breakfast. You’re just putting the finishing touches on your eggs when you hear the door shut from behind and you immediately know who it is.

Max. He’s here. As you turn around you see him right behind you leaning against the kitchen counter.

“Good morning” you hear him say softly. You feel your heart beating in your chest and just look at him for a moment. Something happened between last night and this morning. But something about the way he’s looking at you is making you feel warm and fuzzy inside

He walks behind you and without warning puts his hands on your shoulders. You feel the warmth of his touch and find yourself turning to face him again making eye contact. The intensity of his gaze makes you feel butterflies in your stomach.

He pulls you closer so that the two of you are face to face and you can feel his breath on your neck as he leans in closer. Your body is filled with a wave of electricity as you feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins.

He puts one of his hands on your cheek and gently cups it while he stares blankly into your eyes. You feel his hand sliding back and you know he’s about to kiss you. You close your eyes and wait for it.

The moment his lips meet yours you feel a rush of intense pleasure. He pulls you closer and you let him embrace you. His lips move slowly against yours giving you the utmost pleasure possible.

The kiss becomes hungry and passionate and not long after Max's lips leave yours and trail down to your jaw then to your neck making you tip your head back and moan out.

The sound of your moan is enough to drive Max crazy. He digs his hands into your hips and pulls you closer against him. You can feel the warmth of his body against yours as the kiss becomes more intense.

But it isn’t enough for Max he needs to taste you so he lifts you onto the countertop without breaking the kiss. His hot breath against you sends shivers down your spine. You can’t stop yourself from letting your arms wrap around his neck. The intensity of it all has the heat rising inside your body.

Max pulls away from you long enough to take off your shorts and panties. Max pulls you forward pries your thighs apart and says

“Wake up”

“What?” You say confused

“I said wake up,” Max says

And just like that you jolted awake and looked around your room and realized that you were having a sex dream about Max.

You snap back to reality with the loudest alarm of all time. It took you a few seconds to realize that what you had just experienced was just a vivid dream. You sigh and let yourself relax. Your brain is flooded with emotions now. Emotions towards Max. Emotions that you never thought you would have.

You take a few minutes to collect yourself before the door to your room swings open.

“Morning princess“ you hear Max say in a lighthearted and teasing tone. You are shocked to see him there at your door and can’t help but feel embarrassed about the dream you just had.

You try your best to maintain your composure but you can feel that your face is as red as a tomato and your heart is beating fast. Max walks over to your bed and sits down on its edge. He is not phased by your embarrassment.

“Did you sleep well?” He asks, looking at you with a hint of playfulness in his tone.

“Uh… yeah….” You mutter out nervously, your cheeks still flaming red. You want to be cool and pretend like you don’t feel any embarrassment but it’s hard to stay in control. Max knows something is off and the worst part is he knows you’re trying to keep it from him.

“Good because today is the day that you learn some self-defense,” Max says Standing up “So get dressed and meet me down in the gym” he adds before leaving the room.

You’ve never felt more confused in your life. You are now more suspicious than ever about what’s going on with Max. He seems unusually cheerful today and the fact that he wants to teach you self-defense has you second-guessing the situation between the two of you.

You don’t have much time to ponder as you hear him shout out to you from down the hallway.

“Hurry up! I’m waiting!”

You quickly change into your workout attire which consists of some workout leggings and a sports bra. You look good in your workout attire it’s form-fitting and brings out the curves in your body.

After you put on your workout attire you head down to the gym to finally meet up with Max.

You finally make it to the gym and see Max waiting for you. He gives you a once-over before nodding his head in approval. You can’t help but notice how good Max looks in his workout attire. His clothes cling to his muscles and it shows off his impressive physique.

You try your best to keep your composure and not admire Max’s body but it’s hard. The man is built like a Greek god. You’ve always wondered why he dresses so conservatively when it comes to his clothes when his body is covered with muscle and definition.

You feel like you’re being watched. Your every move is being observed and judged. You feel yourself getting nervous as Max continues to stare at you.

“Are you ready? Are you paying attention to me or just my body?” He asks with a smirk and cocky smile.

Before you can respond Max steps closer to you to get your attention. He is now standing right in front of you and his body is so close to yours that you can feel the heat radiating from his body.

“I’m ready,” you say slightly embarrassed

“Good. Let’s get to work”. He says putting his focus back on the drill as he steps back and gets a safe distance away from you.

You feel your body relax and your breathing return to normal now that you’re no longer feeling trapped. You can’t help but steal some glances at Max as he moves through the drill. His body is tight and fit, and he looks hot in his workout gear.

You watch as the sweat drips down his face. The exercise is taking a toll on his body and is causing him to break a serious sweat. The sweat makes his T-shirt cling to his chest and shoulders and it defines his muscles. All these factors cause you to feel a sudden rush of affection and lust for Max.

“You ready for a break?” Max asks as he wipes the sweat from his forehead with a towel. The sight of the sweat dripping from his body makes you want to lick every inch of him. He is the epitome of perfection to you.

“Yeah, I could use a break,” you say nodding your head. You can feel the heat rising inside you and it’s not from the workout. It’s from seeing Max in his workout gear and sweating like an absolute animal.

“Good, let me go get some water,” Max says turning around as he wipes the sweat from his head once again.

The sight of his toned and muscular body in a tight T-shirt gets your body all sorts of worked up. Your mind flashes back to your dream again and you are reminded of just how much you desire Max.

You feel embarrassed by the fact that your mind keeps drifting back to the dream and your fantasies. You try your best to keep them at bay but it’s hard to concentrate when Max is looking so damn good in his workout stuff.

Max comes back a few minutes later with a bottle of water and passes it to you. You drink the entire thing in one sip and let out a quiet and slight moan as the water slides down your throat.

The moan doesn’t go unnoticed as the faintest of smirks appear on Max’s face. The fact that he caught it makes you feel embarrassed but at the same time, you can’t help but notice him smirking at you.

You feel nervous and embarrassed as he’s watching you like that. Your body feels hot and your face flushes red. You feel your heartbeat speeding up and the lust inside you intensify.

You catch your reflection in a big mirror nearby and quickly notice that your face is red and your breathing is slightly erratic. You look away quickly to avoid Max seeing just how flustered you’ve become. Max just smiles at you as he watches you fumble around.

“Ready to start back up?” He asks with a smirk on his face.

“I’m done for the day Max don’t forget you work me so when I say I’m done that means I’m done,” you say walking out of the home gym to take a shower you needed to get away from Max

“Fine,” Max says as he sees you walk away. You feel relieved to finally get away from him. But as you step out of the gym you get a glimpse of Max leaning against the door with his arms crossed over his chest and a smirk on his face. The sight of him makes your body shiver with excitement.

You quickly head to the bathroom to take a much-needed shower. You’re feeling a lot of things right now. Your mind is filled with fantasies about Max. You dream about him every night. This morning your dream felt so real you could feel him all over you.

You turn the shower to the hottest setting and step underneath the scorching jets of water. You let the heat wash over you in an attempt to wash away all the confused emotions you’re feeling right now.

Yep, a cold shower it is then you thought as you turned the cold water on. The cold water hits your body and sends chills up and down your spine. You suddenly feel your body shake with an overwhelming sense of relief. The sudden cold snap brings you back to reality and washes away the overwhelming fantasies and desires you had from your dream. The hot thoughts are gone and you are left feeling a bit guilty and embarrassed by your thoughts.

You turn off the cold water and dry off. You start to wonder if there is possibly a meaning to this dream you are having every night. You can’t help but think about the implications of it all.

You begin to contemplate the possibility that maybe you and Max have a connection that neither one of you is aware of and that this dream means you are longing for him on a deeper level.

The two of you seem to have gone back to your usual banter and back and forth. But something has changed, you feel like your feelings for him are getting stronger and the sexual tension between you both is starting to be undeniable.

You two have come to the consensus that your arguments and bickering are just a cover for something deeper that you both know you feel. But neither one of you dares to address the issue directly and admit it to the other. There is a silent tension between you two and it’s getting thicker by the day.

“Do you have to Hoover like that!” You snap annoyed by his presence once again

“Do you have to be so annoying?” Max teases back in his arrogant and cocky tone. He doesn’t move from where he stands. You know in your heart that he is purposefully doing this just to get a reaction out of you.

“It’s just so much fun. The way you get so mad at me every time. Don’t you see how adorable you look when you’re angry?”

You feel your blood start to boil the way he is talking to you. You can’t believe that he still thinks this is a joke. The playful tone in his voice is making you madder and madder. The tension between you both is growing and you can feel the sexual tension getting thicker with every word that leaves his mouth.

“What’s wrong with you? Why do you let everything I say get to you?” Max says mockingly. He has this smirk on his face and it’s obvious that he’s trying to make you mad. His voice has this playful and teasing tone to it that is getting under your skin.

“Nothing just back off,” you said, annoyed.

“Fine, I will,” Max says in his most sarcastic tone. His tone makes it clear that he is not going to leave you alone but rather he is about to mess with you even more.

As you go to walk away you feel Max grab onto your arm. You look at him with a pissed-off expression as to say “Let me go” but as you look at him your anger suddenly evaporates as all you can focus on is the way he’s looking at you with this grin on his face.

Your breath becomes shallow as you look into Max’s eyes. These long intimate stares between you two are starting to make you feel things you’ve never felt around him before. It suddenly feels as if the world is standing still and all you can see is him and his eyes locked on yours.

Your heart races at an alarming pace and you feel your body trembling underneath his touch. The heat from his strong arms holding you tight is making your cheeks red and your heart pound in your chest.

“You know. You look beautiful when you’re mad. Your face flushes and you look even more gorgeous than usual” Max says as he keeps staring at you with his signature smirk on his face. The way he’s looking at you makes you feel like he’s about to eat you up.

“Ugh just stop it!” You snap back. The way he is staring at you is making you so uncomfortable that you don’t know how to handle the situation. You’ve never seen his eyes look at you this way before.

“Stop what? Staring at you? Or is there something else about me that pisses you off?” Max says as he gets closer to you. Your body begins to tremble the closer he gets. The sexual tension between you two is thick and almost tangible. You can feel it just by standing next to him.

“You know what Max I'm gonna go to bed so good night,” you say walking away to your bedroom.

Your mind is filled with conflicting emotions and thoughts about what is going on between you two. You feel confused, angry, and embarrassed all at the same time.

“Good night princess” Max calls out to you as you walk away. The nickname he gave you makes you blush and feel embarrassed all over again. But even though your feelings and thoughts are all over the place, one thing is apparent and that is this undeniable sexual tension that is still lurking around.

“Fuck off” you yell back

You hear his loud laugh as you head into your bedroom. You can’t help but feel frustrated by all this unresolved tension between the two of you. You’ve both developed these emotions for one another that neither is acknowledging and it’s causing this intense heat and desire between the two of you that is making it hard to keep a lid on it.

Needing a break from everything you got dressed and walked over to your bedroom window and opened it slowly and quietly and then you climbed out and left. You needed to let loose and knew of the perfect way to do so. You showed the bouncer your ID and he let you right in.

The loud music pumping through the club fills your body with excitement as the bouncer lets you in. You feel unburdened by everything outside these walls. You can forget all the confusion and tension that’s been between you and Max inside these walls and just let loose. The adrenaline from the music and the rush of all this atmosphere makes you feel alive.

You head to the bar and order a drink. As you take a sip all the confusion from your mind disappears instantly. You feel completely at ease now. You don’t care about the emotions or what is going on between you and Max, all you wanna do is get as drunk as possible and have a good time away from all your stress and problems.

The night progresses and the drinks keep coming. You feel more and more carefree and liberated. You lost count of how many drinks you had and you don’t care one bit. You are having a good time and enjoying every second of it.

Eventually, the alcohol begins to cloud your brain as you dance around with strangers in the bar.

With the music blasting loud through the speakers and the alcohol flowing freely through your body you feel like the world is yours for the taking. Your inhibitions are completely thrown out the window and you don’t care what anyone thinks of you. You are letting loose and enjoying the attention and admiration you're getting from the men in the bar.

The night continues and you’ve lost count of how many different men you have danced with. All the attention, admiration, and alcohol have made your body feel so loose and airy. The alcohol has clouded your thoughts and you’ve forgotten all about Max and your unresolved emotions with him.

The evening has turned into night and you’ve lost track of time. You can barely keep your balance at this point and a lot of the time your eyes struggle to focus. You’re so drunk that you don’t even realize someone placed a new drink in your hand. You just keep drinking and don’t even ask where it came from.

Max can’t believe that his precious princess is in the bar completely drunk and wasted to the point where she can barely stand straight. His anger and frustration are mounting as he watches her dancing with the men in the bar and getting drinks from strangers. His anger is quickly replaced with rage as he starts to think about all the men in the bar trying to take advantage of her. He is about to explode with anger and frustration at the sight of her.

Max can’t just stand back and watch this happen, he has to get her out of here. But as he watches her it’s obvious that she doesn’t even recognize him or see him at all. All she is interested in is letting loose and enjoying the attention she is getting. This is driving him mad because she is his only priority and to see men trying to take advantage of her like this is making him see red.

Max pushes his way through the crowd and makes his way over to her. He has to get to his princess and get her out of this situation.

The club is packed and crowded with people and as Max pushes and shoves his way through it feels like an eternal pit of bodies. He can’t just stand back and watch all these men fawn over his girl so he keeps pushing forward until he sees her dancing with another dude.

The rage inside Max boils over as he watches another man touch and feel her body. He suddenly feels the primal and territorial urge to protect his girl from these other men. He can’t just let her do whatever she wants with them.

The jealousy inside Max is rising to a point where he can barely control it. She is his princess and only his and yet these other men are getting to touch and feel her body while he hasn’t. The way she is letting them take advantage of her makes him feel sick and furious.

Max pushes the random dude off her and grabs onto her arm tightly and roughly. She is so drunk she doesn’t even know it’s Max, all she can see is this angry-looking dude grabbing onto her and pulling her away from the crowd.

“Hey, let go of me!” She yells in a drunken slur. But Max doesn’t let go and just pulls her further away from all those predators. He keeps dragging her until he takes her outside and to a dark and secluded area away from the crowd.

“You better let me go,” she says as she tries to get loose from Max’s grip but he doesn’t let go. He is too angry to listen to what she’s saying. He just keeps dragging her further away from the club so they can talk in private without anyone nearby to hear them.

“Are you insane let go of me!” She says angrily. She can’t believe that he just randomly pulled her away from the crowd and out into the dark. Her drunken mind can’t understand that he’s trying to get her away from the people trying to take advantage of her and that he’s just trying to protect her.

“It’s for your good!” Max yells back angrily. The fact that he is trying to protect her but she can’t understand it makes him even more annoyed. He keeps tightening his grip on her hand, making her feel scared and trapped in his grasp.

“Let go of me!! You stupid idiot! I can take care of myself!” She slurs back at him. The alcohol has clouded her mind so much that she can barely speak a clear sentence and she’s not thinking logically. The more she struggles the tighter Max’s grip gets as he keeps dragging her towards the secluded spot.

“Shut it, you’re drunk. These men have already been all over you and I’m not gonna sit here and let them take you home! Don’t you get it? I’m trying to protect you!!” Max yells back angrily. He has had enough to where the jealousy and anger are starting to show through and he can’t contain his emotions any longer.

“I don’t need your protection!” She yells back angrily. Her drunken slurred speech is barely making sense and the more she talks the angrier she gets. She can’t understand why Max is being so mean and aggressive towards her. She can’t even tell that he is worried about her and just trying to get her out of this situation.

“What do you not get!? You’re drunk and those douchebags were trying to take advantage of you. That’s why I took you out here!” He yells back at her in frustration. He is starting to feel the adrenaline and rage pumping through his body as his anger and frustration grow.

“So what!? I can handle myself perfectly fine!” She slurs back and continues to try and get loose of his grasp. She tries to break free but can’t. Max is much stronger than her and is easily able to hold onto her tightly.

“Oh really what’s my name?” Max asks

She freezes and is confused by the sudden unexpected question. She squints her eyes trying to concentrate and think hard about his question. She’s so drunk that she can barely even focus on him let alone remember his name.

“God you’re such an idiot. All you care about is having fun and getting wasted. Do you even remember my name?” He asks and his tone changes from anger to annoyance as he sees she can’t remember his name.

“Is it Sid ?” You slurred

“No you dumbass it’s Max, do I look like a Sid to you?” He says angrily. He has no patience for your drunken stupidity right now and it shows in his tone of voice.

“See you can’t even answer a simple question right. All these other dudes in there have been kissing you and touching you and you can’t even remember my name. You’re drunk off your damn ass and I can’t just let you go like this.”

“So we’re going home and we’ll talk about this in the morning,” Max says opening his car door and helping you get in.

“Where are you taking me!” She yells back at him angrily, her tone is not a question it is a statement and it’s one of anger and frustration. She can’t believe he dares to take her away from her fun night out and take her home.

“I said we are going home. It’s late and I’m not going to risk having you out here all night and getting taken advantage of. I am trying to protect you so just shut up and stay silent.”

“I don’t need protection, dumbass. I can handle myself just fine!” She slurs back. The alcohol has made her arrogant and defiant and she can’t believe that Max dares to protect her from her damn self.

“Yeah, clearly you can’t handle yourself. You’re barely able to form sentences and you don’t even know what the hell is going on and I can tell you would let any man take you home right now if I hadn’t grabbed you. So as I said we are going home.”

“I hate you,” you said, turning away from him to look out the window.

“Well good because I’m not here to be your friend in any way,” Max says, starting the car and driving back home.

The drive back home is silent and filled with tension. Neither of you says a word to each other as you both sulk in your thoughts. When you finally reach home Max pulls the car into the driveway and turns off the engine.

He then gets out of the car and walks around to open the car door where you’re sitting. He turns to you and stares at you quietly, looking at you with an intense and serious look on his face.

“Get out and go straight to bed.” He says sternly. He is still furious and disappointed in you for getting so drunk and letting randoms touch you like that. The fact that you can’t remember his name also doesn’t help the situation at all.

He holds his hand out to you and looks at you expectantly like he’s waiting for you to take his hand. He wants this night to be over with but there is so much unresolved tension and emotions between the two of you that he knows there is no way this can be put behind you that easily.

The alcohol has completely taken over your mind and you can barely even walk but somehow you manage to take his hand and slowly get out of the car with the help of him steadying you. He keeps his hand firmly gripped on yours the whole time as he leads you inside the house.

He leads you up the stairs quietly and he doesn’t say a word to you the whole time. You can feel the angry and frustrated energy radiating off him and you can’t tell if it’s directed at you or himself. And the whole time your mind is a complete blur and you struggle to even form a clear thought or word.

He leads you down to your room, the room where he guards and protects you every night from the dangers of the outside world. That’s where he wants to protect you from all the men who tried to take advantage of you. But he can’t stop himself from feeling angry and frustrated that you got so drunk and gave strangers the chance to touch and feel you like that.

He helps you lie down in bed and then pulls the covers over you as if you are a little child. You feel a wave of embarrassment wash over you as he stands by your bed and looks down at you. You feel embarrassed that he had to take you home and that he has to put you to bed like a little kid because you drank too much.

“Please stay with me?” You asked, grabbing his hand.

“No,” Max says, pulling out of your grasp and leaving your room.

The rejection stings you like a dagger. The last thing you want at this moment is to be left alone with your thoughts. You just want the warmth and comfort of someone to soothe you and help you forget this awful night that has turned into a huge mess. Your eyes begin to well up and tears start to fall onto the pillow as the loneliness and misery hits you like a ton of bricks.

He knows exactly how hurt and vulnerable you are at this very moment, but he struggles to show his softer side. It feels strange to show kindness and compassion to someone he’s so angry at. It feels hypocritical. So instead he walks away from your bedroom and decides to go downstairs to the living room to cool off.

He sits down in his chair and stares down at his hands. All he feels is anger and disappointment towards your actions tonight. His mind is a mess of thoughts and emotions and he finds it hard to rationalize them in his head. He is trying to process this entire night and to make sense of it all.

Max finally concluded that he couldn’t stay here anymore he can’t stay here he needed a break he needed to go home back to Holland to clear his mind.

The frustration and anger inside of him reaches its boiling point and he can’t take it anymore. He can’t stay here and keep protecting you from yourself just for you to turn around and continue to put yourself in dangerous and reckless situations out of your reckless behavior. He is sick of it, sick from the worry and the stress and the constant fear. He needs to get away. He needs space a break and a chance to clear his mind.

He knew that there was no way of him falling asleep after all the emotions that had just stirred up within him while sitting in that chair. He needed to return home and try to clear his head and get away from this mess. He stands up from the chair and starts walking towards the front door. He can’t wait another minute in this house with you. He needs to leave and put some distance between the two of you.

You wake up the next morning with a nasty hangover. Your head is pounding and your stomach is in knots. The events of last night slowly creep back into your memory and the embarrassment and shame creep in as well. You can’t believe you got so drunk and acted so stupid. But as you lay there you realize there is also another feeling creeping in, one that you haven’t felt in a long time. The feeling is an intense loneliness and sadness that starts to fill your chest and spread throughout your entire body.

Getting out of bed you made your way to your bathroom to shower. You needed to wash the night before away.

The water from the shower washes away the dirtiness of last night and you wash away all the shame and embarrassment of getting completely wasted. When you step back out into your room you feel refreshed and renewed, but the loneliness is still there hanging over you. You’ve gotten so used to having Max around at night and you’re not sure what to do with the emptiness you are feeling inside your chest.

After Getting dressed you open your door expecting to see a disappointed Max. You instead met with a man standing outside your doorway.

He had dark thick hair a stubble brown eyes and he was toned and muscular he looked as if he was a god.

“Who are you?” You asked looking around for Max.

“I’m Carlos your new bodyguard,” Carlos said in a thick Spanish accent.

“Well, Carlos where’s Max?” You asked

“He left”

“He…left?” You said confused

“Yes, he left this morning. I believe he went back to Holland” Carlos says calmly. The unexpected news that Max left hits you like a punch to the stomach. You’re speechless and all the feelings of sadness and loneliness suddenly come rushing back even stronger than before.

“Why didn’t he say goodbye? Why did he just leave me? Was he mad at me?” You ask Carlos all at once. You’re not used to Max not being around and you’re feeling anxious and nervous without him. This news is like a dagger straight to your heart and your chest is tightening up with anxiety and fear.

“He didn’t tell me many details and you two have a very…complicated relationship,” Carlos says in a very calm and monotone voice. Carlos always had a calm quiet and stoic personality and he seemed almost completely unaffected by your emotions right now.

“But… he’s not coming back? Like at all?” You ask and the tone in your voice sounds like desperation and panic. You don’t know what to do without him or how you’ll be able to sleep at night without him protecting you.

“He didn’t tell me the exact details. He just said he needed some time away from you, that the situation with you has become too much for him and he needed to get away and clear his head.” Carlos says calmly. His stoicism and calm demeanor seem out of place in the situation as he talks about a very personal relationship between you and Max.

“He didn’t tell me the exact details. He just said he needed some time away from you, that the situation with you has become too much for him and he needed to get away and clear his head.” Carlos says calmly. His stoicism and calm demeanor seem out of place in the situation as he talks about a very personal relationship between you and Max.

“Well, when is he coming back?” You ask and you feel a mix of panic and desperation starting to swell in your chest. You need to know if he will be coming back or if this is one and done. You’re not sure how you’ll be able to adjust to life without Max being around.

“He didn’t give me an exact timeline. He just said it would be a while and for me to take care of you in the meantime.” Carlos says looking at you with a calm expression. You can’t read him and you don’t know what he’s thinking and feeling right now which makes you even more nervous and anxious

“Wow you know how to ease a girl's mind” You walked past him and headed to the kitchen to find some food

“I believe he will be back eventually so there is no need to be distraught,” Carlos says calmly and monotone. You roll your eyes and give him a sarcastic remark as you walk past him. He didn't tell you anything that you wanted to hear. He just left with no explanation and now you have some random guy standing outside your room like he's supposed to protect you with no warning at all.

Eventually, you got used to having Carlos around he even gave you the nickname Expreso de desastre caliente and Tren descarrilado (hot mess express and train wreck) because that’s what you were.

Life with Carlos as your bodyguard was tame; he wasn't Max by no means. You learned that he was great at cooking.

You still hadn’t heard anything about Max coming back. You missed Max. He would still be here if you hadn’t acted out and drove him away.

You and Carlos became familiar with each other as the months went by. He was always calm in any situation and was very different from Max. Max was very strict and stern and would never let you get away with anything. Carlos on the other hand was much more relaxed and laid back. His protective side only really came out when there was a threat or danger. Otherwise, he was very gentle and friendly.

But despite your initial discomfort and apprehension, you did grow to really like Carlos. He was a good cook and he never got upset or annoyed with you like Max did. But even though you liked him, part of you still missed the protection and comfort that Max provided you. You started to long for Max even more and the loneliness started to creep back into your heart.

After many months without any word from Max, you finally accepted the fact that he was most likely not coming back. It seems like he was done with you and his feelings and emotions had probably changed. And despite how much things had changed and how much you missed him, you continued with your life and adjusted to having Carlos as your bodyguard.

You two became fairly close and you enjoyed his company. Despite not having the same deep emotional connection that you had with Max, you still enjoyed having him around. But you couldn’t help but notice that the loneliness and emptiness you felt was still nagging at you inside. You missed Max and wanted him to come back so that you could be reunited with him and no longer feel lonely and empty.

More months went by and you were living your life and you and Carlos became very close, but you still couldn’t shake that feeling of empty loneliness that had permeated every inch of your being, and you couldn’t help but miss Max. That constant empty loneliness never lifted and you missed his warmth and presence that always seemed to bring your heart comfort and reassurance.

You start to wonder if you will ever hear from Max again. It’s been so long that you fear the possibility that he might have completely moved on and forgotten about you. Even though you had adjusted to life without him and had become close to Carlos, your heart still ached for Max and you still couldn’t shake that emptiness inside of you.

You woke up this morning to another sex dream about Max. At this point, you were sexually frustrated and couldn’t get any relief no matter how much you tried. So you left your bedroom slamming your door and stomped all the way downstairs.

“What’s wrong with you?” Carlos asked looking up at you.

“Nothing,” you say bitterly, still sulkily walking down the stairs and sitting down on your couch. You were in no mood to chat with Carlos or to tell him anything. He just couldn’t compare to Max and you were starting to resent Carlos for that.

“Really because that pour on your face says different,” Carlos says.

“Just leave me alone. I’m not in the mood to talk right now.” You snap at Carlos. The fact that he’s even trying to have a conversation with you right now pisses you off because he could never understand a fraction of the pain and frustration you were dealing with inside.

“Hey hey hey I’m just trying to help,” Carlos says holding his hands up

“How the hell can you help me, Carlos?” You snap at him angrily. It’s clear that you want to be left alone but Carlos was being too nice and calm for you like always and you didn’t know how to handle it.

“I’m frustrated ok I’m sexually frustrated there I said it,” you said.

Carlos stares at you and is slightly taken aback by your admission. You have never spoken this openly and honestly to Carlos but you just couldn’t contain it anymore.

Your anger and frustration towards the situation is boiling over and you just want to let out all of your frustration on someone. Carlos just happens to be the closest thing to you so he gets the brunt of it.

Carlos just stares at you in disbelief for a second before he lets out a breath and sits down next to you. He doesn’t know what to say or how to comfort you at this moment. Your honesty and openness catch him off guard and you can’t help but feel embarrassed and foolish about how you’re acting right now.

“Are you… um…. I mean do you need some help?” Carlos asks you and he is a little taken aback by the sudden conversation turning in this direction. You never expected him to ask you something like that but you guess that he was just being genuine and wanted to help.

“Well the Spanish are known to be generous lovers,” Carlos says with a shrug of his shoulders

That was not the response you had expected from him. You roll your eyes and scoff at his reply. “Is that so?” You say sarcastically. You aren’t sure how he’s supposed to help you with this but your curiosity has been piqued and you want to see where this conversation is going to go.

“Well, I guess we are… it’s in our blood. It’s natural for us to love passionately.” Carlos says with a shrug and a smile. The way he says it makes you feel very uncomfortable and you roll your eyes again.

“That’s great but I don’t think that helps the situation here.” You say frustrated because this convo was going nowhere and it was only making you feel more annoyed and uncomfortable. The whole topic was uncomfortable and awkward and you don’t even know why you brought it up in this way.

“I’m sexually frustrated Carlos I haven’t had sex In almost a year” you admit looking into his darkened brown eyes

Carlos stares at you for a long minute and seems taken by surprise by your honesty and bluntness. He looks at you with a little bit of shock and you can’t help but feel embarrassed and awkward by how honest and direct you were being. You didn’t think he was going to say anything else other than that but he doesn’t look disgusted or turned off by what you just admitted to him.

“I see…” is his only response. He sits there pondering what to say next and what the solution might be to your problem. There was no doubt that he was very attracted to you as well but he also knew you were off-limits since he was supposed to be your bodyguard.

“Can I help you with your problem?” Carlos asked looking at you

That wasn’t the response you expected. You felt yourself get a bit hot and flushed upon hearing this. You were very surprised that he would say something like that. You knew he found you attractive and that he was very charming but you never expected him to outright offer to help you in this way.

“Why? We can’t… we wouldn’t… it’s not… I mean…I can’t.” You start fumbling with your words because you don’t know what to say or how to respond to this proposition he just made.

Carlos just stares at you with a smirk on his face. He can see the desperation and the conflict inside you to deny him but also to accept what he’s offering at the same time.

“Are you sure because the way you flushed and rubbed your thighs together is to say that you need relief?” Carlos says

Your eyes widen when he says that. You didn’t realize that you were giving away your desperation and lust so easily. You sit there completely flustered and embarrassed that he brought your subconscious movements to the forefront. Your body wanted release but your mind and consciousness were fighting back.

Carlos is very caught off guard by your sudden movement and he stares at you with an amazed look on his face. You have to admit that you’re surprised too because there was no way you expected to be doing this right now but your body had taken over and you weren’t thinking rationally.

You moved quickly and now you were on top of Carlos with him pressed back against the couch. You wanted him so badly and couldn’t think clearly. You needed him to make you feel good and release this tension that had been building.

The way your body moves to straddle him makes him very tempted. You can see the desire in his eyes as he stares up at you. You can feel his breath on your neck and his hands slowly start moving to your thighs.

You leaned down and began to kiss Carlos hard and passionately. His hands moved from the top of your thighs to your grip your ass. You have a bruise there in the morning but you don’t care.

Your kiss was more desperate and urgent than ever before. The desire and thirst in your body were unquenchable and there was no way you could get enough of Carlos. You’re lost in the feeling and the heat of the moment and you didn’t care how hard or where on your body you were touched because you just wanted more.

It was undeniable that the feeling was mutual. Carlos started to kiss you back with the same intensity and passion and his hand moved up your body until he was caressing your breast. His touch was sending ripples of pleasure throughout your body and you couldn’t help but moan and squirm on top of him.

Your kisses became wild and frantic and the desire grew inside of you to a point it was overwhelming. You wanted him so badly and he wanted you. Your kisses became more intense and it felt like your bodies were one. You wanted to stay in the moment and never let it end.

Your breathing became rapid and your body moved with a desperate rhythm. You wanted nothing more than to be lost in this moment with Carlos and let him take you further than you have ever gone before.

The next morning you wake up and feel a bit awkward and hungover from the intense night before. Your body felt a bit sore and tired and the feeling of the previous night was still fresh in your mind. You were still shocked and a bit embarrassed by how fast and intense things had heated up with Carlos. You were almost certain that your body had bruises on it and you were ready to get up in the bathroom and check but you were still really tired.

You’re about to try to get up again and go to the bathroom but you can hear a strange noise coming from downstairs. You listen closely and hear what is like a struggle going on in the living room. You immediately freeze and become tense and afraid.

The noise is loud and intense and you can hear things being knocked over and things being smashed. You begin to feel terrified and anxious about the situation. Something is wrong and you can't just sit here and do nothing about it.

You quickly jump out of bed and quickly put some clothes on before heading to the door. You take a deep breath and try to prepare yourself for what you might see on the other side. You feel like a deer in headlights but you know that you have no choice but to face whatever is waiting for you on the other side of the door.

You slowly walk to the door and take another deep breath. Your heart is pounding so loud in your ears that you can tell that it's pumping adrenaline so intensely inside your body and your mind is thinking so many thoughts at once it's hard to process everything. Your body moves almost automatically to the door and your hand slowly reaches towards the knob.

Your hand grabs ahold of the knob and for a moment your body freezes. You don't know what you're about to face or what you will come across when you open the door. You stand there frozen with the doorknob in your hand, waiting for the courage to open it and face whatever is on the other side.

Opening the door you step out and bump into a frazzled Carlos.

“We need to go now,” Carlos says grabbing your hand and pulling you back into your bedroom.

“Grab your go bag,” Carlos says barricading the door with your dresser you did as he said.

“Put your shoes on” he informs running to your window and opening it

“Listen to me and listen closely when your feet touch the ground. I want you to run into the woods. I'll be right behind you” Carlos says helping you climb out.

With all the adrenaline pumping through your body you don’t ask any questions or wonder what is going on. You trust and follow Carlos blindly with an intense sense of urgency and fear. As soon as you’re out the window Carlos quickly follows behind you and then begins running into the woods. You follow him quickly and run as fast as you can after him.

You run as fast as you can and try to keep up with Carlos. You can feel the tension and seriousness in the situation and you can tell that something really bad is going on. You have no idea what is going on but you feel like you’re life is in danger and you trust Carlos to keep you safe during this situation. Your mind is going a million miles a minute and the sound of your footsteps crunching on the forest floor is the loudest thing you can hear right now.

You follow Carlos through the woods and he seems to have a clear direction where he’s going. Your focus stays locked on him and you keep your eyes trained on his back as you try to keep up with him. You’re breathing heavily and you can tell that you’re running out of oxygen quickly but Carlos keeps his pace so you have no choice but to keep going.

You keep looking ahead and after ten minutes of sprinting you feel like you’re going to throw up from all the exhaustion and fatigue. You have no idea how much longer he is going to keep taking you through the woods like this but you have to follow him no matter what. The fear and anxiety of this situation are overwhelming and you can feel your whole body breaking down from the intensity of it all.

“I need a break I can’t keep up,” you said hunched over taking deep breaths.

Catching your breath you looked up and noticed that you lost Carlos.

“Carlos?!” You called out heaving

You look around anxiously and can’t see Carlos because all the trees look the same and the woods seem to go on forever. You called around for him but he did not respond and the fear and anxiety of the situation grew even more intense. You started to freak out a little bit and you wanted to scream out for him but you couldn’t even get the words out.

Just then you heard a scream come from the distance. It sounded like Carlos and your eyes snapped towards the sound of his voice. You started to run in that direction calling out his name. “Carlos? Carlos where are you?!”

You keep running in that direction with all the adrenaline and fear rushing through your veins. Your body was tired and you could feel that your breath was short and quick. If he was hurt or in danger, you had to find him now. You kept running through the woods and finally saw a movement ahead and you hoped it was him.

You keep running in that direction with all the adrenaline and fear rushing through your veins. Your body was tired and you could feel that your breath was short and quick. If he was hurt or in danger, you had to find him now. You kept running through the woods and finally saw a movement ahead and you hoped it was him.

You kept rushing towards the movement and you saw that it was Carlos. You slowed down as you got closer and he was being held at gunpoint. Four men were surrounding him and were holding him hostage. Your heart sank when you saw this situation and you immediately stopped in your tracks.

Carlos was begging for his life and the men around him were demanding that you show yourself. They did not look like nice people and you could tell that they were not going to let Carlos go anytime soon. You were so relieved when you found Carlos but now you have to figure out how to get him out of this situation.

Carlos made eye contact with you and mouthed a single word “Run”

You immediately understood what he was trying to say. He wanted you to run away right now and leave him to his fate. Your heart broke for him but you had no choice but to listen to his pleading and run away. You turned around immediately and started running in the opposite direction with all the speed and strength you had left.

You didn’t get very far as you bumped into one of the masked men who grabbed your arm and dragged you back to the group of men

You were so stunned when the masked man suddenly grabbed you and pulled you back towards the group. Your mind started to race with thoughts and your heart started beating so fast it was hard to think. You were scared and anxious and you didn’t know what they were going to do with you now.

Two of the men grabbed you by the arms and held you firmly in place so you could not get away. You were shaking and your heart started beating so fast it felt like it was going to explode. The more you struggle the tighter the mask men hold you. They were strong and you couldn’t even move an inch.

The third man came up behind you and pressed the butt of a gun to your head. You flinched and froze in scared silence. Your heart skipped a beat and you felt like you were going to pass out from fear. You could feel the cold metallic feel of the barrel of the gun pressed against your head.

“We need them alive,” the leader said.

“Are you sure, boss? I don’t think they’re going to cooperate with us and it’s a lot simpler to just off them now. Less work.” One of the men said while holding you tightly.

“I’m sure! I have a better plan for them. We’re bringing in a few more men to help transport them somewhere. They both need to survive and you need to keep them in one piece.” The boss said firmly.

“Understood boss,” one of them says while moving behind you and tying your hands together tightly. You tried to resist but the men were too strong and you could not escape their grip. You felt helpless and terrified.

The man moved to a third man and put his hands behind your back and he tied your hands tightly together. You are now tied up tightly by these men like a prisoner. The fear and tension in your body were rising with each move the men made. You feel trapped and you can’t help but wonder what the leader's plan is and what he wants with you and Carlos.

The masked men dragged you and Carlos to a building a few miles off from where they first found you. You and Carlos were forced into a dark room and you could not see your surroundings. The masked men tied you both to chairs and started to put sacks over your heads.

You were feeling a mix of fear and confusion. You couldn’t see anything but you were still able to hear everything that was going on around you. The room was dark and you could feel an intense amount of anxiety starting to build up inside of you. Your breathing began to quicken and you were sweating because of the fear building up inside your body.

“Carlos answer me please” you cried desperately for an answer. Carlos doesn’t respond and you hear only the sound of his breathing. You don’t know whether he is still alive or if he’s passed out from the pain and suffering you both endured in this room. Your fear was growing and you wanted to scream out for him to say something but you felt like your voice had been completely drained of all strength. You were so desperate for him to be alive and for him to respond to you.

You felt a sense of relief when you felt the tap of Carlos’s feet against yours. It was a small gesture but it was reassuring to you when you needed it the most. It told you that he was still there with you and that you weren’t alone in this fight. It gave you an instant comfort that everything was going to be okay and you weren’t going to have to do this by yourself.

As the minutes passed you continued to tap your foot against his and it became a form of communication in the absence of words. The sound of his foot tapping yours was calming and it felt like he was telling you that he was still there with you and that he was going to support you through this horrible situation you were going through. You felt a sense of relief and comfort with each tap of his foot against yours.

You continued to tap your foot against his and you could feel the tears still streaming down your cheeks. Your eyes were so heavy and you could barely keep them open anymore. You wanted to fall asleep but you didn’t want to let your consciousness slip away in case something happened to you or Carlos.

A few days later you wake up hearing gunshots coming from outside the door and the feeling of terror takes over your body. You had been waiting and praying for someone to come and rescue you guys and now it seems like the prayer has been answered. The shots get closer and louder and with each shot your heart skips a beat. You hear voices coming from outside the door and you try not to let your imagination run wild and instead you focus on your breathing.

You hear the doorknob click and the door opens suddenly. Your heart jumped up in your throat as your eyes strained to adjust to the bright light. The last few minutes seemed more like a lifetime of fear and uncertainty and now it was coming to an end. You waited for a second and then finally saw something that you were hoping to see.

You see a group of armed men who bust into the room and aim their guns at the masked men. You can’t believe your eyes and you don’t know if this is real or if you had just lost your whole mind in this situation alone. You couldn’t even scream your relief or excitement you could only stare and keep your eyes on the armed men. The voices of the masked men were raised and they were shouting something but with the adrenaline pumping through you, your mind wasn’t processing what they were saying.

You see a group of armed men who bust into the room and aim their guns at the masked men. You can’t believe your eyes and you don’t know if this is real or if you had just lost your whole mind in this situation alone. You couldn’t even scream your relief or excitement you could only stare and keep your eyes on the armed men. The voices of the masked men were raised and they were shouting something but with the adrenaline pumping through you, your mind wasn’t processing what they were saying.

One of the armed men walked towards you and the other walked towards Carlos. The other men followed behind him and they all kept their guns aiming directly at you and Carlos. The man who was walking towards Carlos pulled the sack off his head and let him out of the chair.

The man walked over to you and cut the ropes on your hands and arms. You tried not to move fast because your body was still so weak and exhausted but you could not contain the joy and relief you felt in your body.

The feeling of being freed from those ropes felt like the best feeling in the world. You felt like a weight was lifted off your shoulders and you couldn’t wait to get up and hug Carlos. You were still shaken and anxious from all the tormenting you had endured but now it was finally over.

The man grabbed you and helped you up from your chair and you almost fell to the ground from sheer exhaustion and relief. You tried to stand on your feet but you were still shaky and the man that had rescued you held you in his arms to keep you standing.

The armed man let you go and you immediately ran over and hugged Carlos. You couldn’t stop the flow of emotions that were pouring through your body and your tears streamed down your cheeks as you held onto him tightly. You were in each other’s arms and you couldn’t believe that you had made it out of this situation alive and together.

Carlos held you in his arms tightly and you could feel his heartbeat racing through his chest. The fear and anxiety that you both had felt was melting away and you could feel the relief and joy that you were both feeling in this moment. You were so grateful to the man that had rescued you both and you couldn’t believe that both of you had survived this awful situation together.

A few days have passed since you and Carlos were rescued from the horrifying situation. You both spent some time in the hospital to recover from the physical and emotional trauma of the whole thing. You are feeling much better, although both of you are still a little shaken up by the entire ordeal. You are both so grateful to be alive and you cannot stop thinking about how close you both came to death.

You spend the next few days in and out of consciousness when you finally come to you look around the room and see a figure holding your hand in theirs. The smell of his cologne gave him away to your senses Max it was Your Max.

You’re still so weak you don’t even need to open your eyes to know who the figure is. The smell of his cologne is unmistakable. You smile to yourself before slowly opening your eyes and looking over at him. The memories of what happened flood through your mind again and you squeeze his hand tightly.

As you squeeze his hand he squeezes back and you feel relief and comfort wash through your body. You can tell by his look that he is happy to see that you’re awake and conscious again. The memory of what happened is still fresh in your mind and you don’t want to think about it anymore. You instead focus on his face and his warm touch.

“Where were you?” You asked crying

He smiles and wipes away the tears from your cheeks with his thumb and gently cups your face. “Don’t cry, I’m here now and everything is going to be okay.” He says softly and he kisses your forehead.

You lean into his touch and let out another tear. It had felt so long since you had felt his warm touch and just being able to be close to him again made everything else feel less real. You hold his hand tightly and you don’t want to let go.

He holds your hand tightly and continues to rub circles on your palm. “I’m here and I’m not going to leave you again,” he says in a gentle voice. This feeling of safety and comfort is soothing you and you feel yourself relaxing in his touch.

You close your eyes and let out another breath. Your body is still so weak but just being close to him is making you feel stronger. The smell of his cologne is so comforting and you felt like everything was where it should be. You were safe now and you were with him.

He continues to hold your hand and he keeps rubbing the circles on your palm. He doesn’t say anything and you can hear his breathing becoming slower and deeper. You feel his body relax a bit as you continue to hold your eyes closed. Everything feels right.

When Carlos went back to Spain you kept in touch by calling and texting every few weeks. You also kept in touch with Max who had become your boyfriend over the course of the past year. It’s been a year since you and Carlos were abducted and tortured and you both have come along way in healing.

“Another nightmare?” Max asked holding you

“Yeah, another nightmare.” You sighed into his chest. The nightmares kept coming and you didn’t know if they were ever going to end. You were still dealing with the trauma of what happened a year ago and your nightmares were becoming more frequent.

“I’m tired of these nightmares” you said as you cuddled closer towards him. The feelings of anxiety and stress overwhelmed your body and you just wanted to feel safe and protected.

“And I’m tired of seeing you go through them.” He said wrapping his arms around you. He pulled you closer and kissed you on the forehead. “I’m here and I’m not going anywhere. These nightmares will stop eventually.” He said softly while still holding you in his arms.

“I love you max” you sighed softly into his chest

“I love you too.” He said softly and he leaned down and kissed you softly on the lips. In that moment you felt safe and comforted by his touch and by this whole exchange. The feeling of having Max in your life made the whole past year seem like just another long bad dream.

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[tojivu]

# OFFICE HOURS ‣ GOJO SATORU

✰ — author’s note i feel so guilty bc gojo is literally the only character i write for LOL anyway this is an old draft from months ago. idk why this is so long im so horrendously down bad for this fucking snowman.

✰ — cw / tags arrogant ceo!gojo x secretary f!reader, sfw, not rly enemies to lovers bc gojo has fat feelings, gojo satoru being a billionaire playboy

✰ — playing death & taxes by daniel caesar.

✰ — word count ~3k LOL

nothing about gojo satoru really strikes you as the serious type.

even in a professional environment, your boss always has a carefree demeanour. his laugh is so nauseatingly loud that you can hear it from outside the office, and you wonder how someone as busy as him manages through his day; much less with a positive attitude. you take one look at his schedule, and you want to vomit with the way you hardly see any gaps between appointments.

you suppose you could learn that from him. it's his only good quality.

you admit that he's likeable, on surface level. there's a reason why you detest him, though: as his closest colleague, you know him way more than you would prefer. most people would think such a well to do man like satoru would have a wife by his side, but that's unfortunately not the case. you almost feel more miserable than him—because now you're forced to be the listening ear and comforting hand at his beck and call.

you think he'd be just fine if he was just a little more humble. he has a nice face. it's his fault for being so stuck up. you know how many women ask him out—painfully aware, actually.

'they just aren't suited to my taste,' he would say to you. 'i need someone that makes me feel alive.'

one time, gojo even asked you to bail him out of a date—something about the way she held her fork and knife disturbed him, and you were expected to show up at the restaurant and act as if there was an emergency.

'i'm so sorry, sweetheart. i have to go, duty calls.' his disgustingly charming tone made you want to slap him then and there.

she called him again the following week, and he completely forgot who she was. he didn't even save her number.

the sheer number of people asking him out had stroked his ego so hard that gojo firmly believes no woman is deserving enough. he rambles on and on to you about how snobby some of them seem, and it takes everything in you to bite your tongue when he does. 'takes one to know one,' you would say, if not for your job at stake.

you think gojo satoru is full of himself. you are a strong believer of that. a witness, as well—it's not like he didn't try his way with you, too. unlike the women he ranted about, you turned him down every single time.

it's been a long while since any of that has happened, though. the most recent ordeal was months ago, but that didn't inherently mean that people stopped asking him out: it just meant that he was rejecting every single offer.

it's a thursday morning when you find yourself eating a sandwich you purchased on the way to work, at your desk—wondering when the big boss will finally arrive. the clock read 9 a.m., and you're expecting an extravagant "good morning!" to surprise you any moment now.

just then, you notice mr. conceited walk in: except something is different. he has no stride in his step. there was no good morning. there was no playful teasing directed at you as he walked past your desk and into his office, not that you were complaining—it was just strange.

you stand up, a mouthful of your sandwich still being chewed. you take a big sip of water and fix your skirt and blouse, making sure your hair is presentable—before swiftly making your way into his office.

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"i cannot believe this." he mumbles. you're standing in front of his desk, but he's not facing your direction.

gojo's chair is turned to the giant window that overlooks the business district, and he's gazing out of it thoughtfully. you think this is the cheesiest thing you've seen him do.

you can see how disheveled his hair was, even from where you were standing. you don't want to irritate him further, in case teasing you was still on his to-do list that day.

"what is it, mr. gojo?"

he swivels his chair around, and he is a mess—just what could have he been up to?

"i woke up late today."

"you're the boss, mr. gojo. you can come in any time you want—"

"not the point." he interrupts you. "i forgot my lunch. i was in the car, with the driver, on the way here already. . . and then i realised i left my donuts at home."

gojo's face is absolutely distraught. he looks like he's gone through a divorce and had his house set on fire with how he stands up dramatically—his hands now on his desk. you open your mouth to speak, but he shuts you up by talking again.

"i didn't want to inconvenience him. i'm too thoughtful, miss y/n."

you want to scoff, but you bite your tongue and hold back.

"so i got out of the car and ran back for it," gojo recounts. "i arrived home after the treacherous journey—only to discover that my donuts are gone."

you feign an expression of shock, just to humour him; he gives you an 'i know right' look, and continues his nonsensical story.

"the maids threw them away, miss y/n."

you can't help yourself: you let a small giggle slip through your lips. you quickly use your hand to cover your mouth, thinking of a quick excuse.

you cough. you pretend to, at least—but gojo satoru is not stupid.

no, maybe a little. though, not enough to be convinced of your terrible acting.

"nothing about this is funny."

you nod, looking down at the floor. "i apologise, mr. gojo, but it's just a few donuts. i'm sure someone in the office could fetch some for you."

"yes, i agree." he says, and you shift your gaze from the marble tiling of his office to his face. his hair is a mess, yes—but he still looks revoltingly handsome. his eyes are piercing through yours, and pieces of hair cover his face in just the right places.

you're staring a little too long and gojo finds his pulse quickening with the eye contact—but the spell he has you under is soon broken when he clears his throat.

you quickly look away, embarrassed that you were caught staring at your boss, by your boss.

"you'll pick some up for me, yeah?" his smooth and silky voice echoes through the empty space of his office.

you look at him again, and there's a gentle smile on his face; one you're all too familiar with.

you're aware of satoru's charismatic nature, his playboy-ish attitude, and all sorts of tricks he uses to make women fall head over heels for him. that didn't mean you were completely resistant to them, though—you find yourself playing with the sleeves of your blouse, your ears beginning to redden. "of course," is all you manage to say.

at least you were self-aware.

your mind was rational. should gojo satoru try to hit on you for the nth time—all it took was some self discipline to say no, and you'd like to think you had plenty.

you think the conversation is done with the way he doesn't speak another word, so you turn on your heels and make your way out of the office.

just as you touch the handle of the door, your boss adds: "i'll come with you."

you turn back to him, confused. you didn't need your boss babysitting you for a donut run, you knew his favourite flavours—it's all he ever insists on buying for lunch. "there's no need for that, mr. gojo."

satoru shakes his head in disapproval. "you don't even know my favourite flavours, miss y/n."

that was a blatant lie. he knew you knew. you were his personal donut grabber for a few months up until august, and it was only october. you suppose that it would've continued on if not for your complaints about the long lines in the morning.

nevertheless, you don't argue with him. gojo satoru was the type to get what he wants, when he wants, if he really wants it.

you smile at his disregard for the months you spent as his errand runner, and how idiotic the excuse he just used was. satoru knows he's lying through his teeth, and your smile makes him more nervous than your eye contact.

so nervous, in fact, that he takes back what he just said. "unless. . . you're fine by yourself."

you're surprised that gojo's confidence is dissipating, or that it could even fade at all. you can tell with the way he's avoiding your eye contact, exactly how you evaded his earlier—the red on the tips of his ears are much too obvious in contrast to his hair.

"i don't mind," you respond a bit too quicker than appropriate. "mr. gojo."

gojo curses himself mentally, thinking about how stupid he must sound. he's usually the one making people nervous, but he doesn't know why it's different when you look at him like that.

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the atmosphere is deafening in gojo's favourite bakery. you always knew he had a sweet tooth, so you expected his choice to be a spectacular one—and you weren't disappointed.

you had personally visited this bakeshop before, and the confectionery was truly as good as people made it out to be; it proved evident in the amount of people crammed into this small establishment. though, you can't tell if it was for the food or for your boss, with the way most pairs of eyes are turned in his direction.

you two spend a good five seconds looking at the menu before gojo states his order, which was exactly what you thought it would be—the lady at the cashier smiles a bit too long at satoru, before asking: "eating in?"

you want to open your mouth to say something, but he beats you to it. "of course."

it was still very well your work day. he (or maybe you and him, considering you helped him plan seventy percent of his appointments) had a meeting in 3 hours to prepare for. you think this donut adventure is already unnecessary enough—but here he is, suggesting to waste even more time eating the donuts in the bakery itself.

"we have a meeting in a bit, though. you could eat it in your office."

he looks at you with a confused look, as if he forgot that there was a meeting at all—because he did forget. gojo gasps, turning back to the lady and retracting his previous statement.

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gojo eats his donuts agonisingly slow and no conversation is initiated.

you're alternating between staring at both your laptops and the swirls on the wooden desk, unable to say anything because you didn't plan for such an occasion: an eating donuts with your admittedly handsome boss that makes you nervous while simultaneously planning for an important meeting occasion.

"miss y/n, you should try some."

you shift your eyes from the table to gojo, and he's holding a small piece of his donut to your lips: the powdered sugar practically calling your name.

"it's fine, i ate earlier," you decline his generous offer. "you should eat."

"i'm not asking you to eat all of them, miss y/n." he smiles at you. "just a bite. it's really good, y'know."

you sigh, reaching for his hand to take it from him—but he swiftly pulls it away and shakes his head. "open your mouth."

you feel the tips of your ears burning, blood rushing to your cheeks and you wonder how the girls he takes out manage themselves when he's like this—you've worked with him for so long, yet you can't recall a time when his gaze wouldn't make you shudder.

you think you'd stutter if you spoke one more word to him, so you save yourself from the embarrassment and bare with his request.

he feeds you the piece of sugar-coated donut, and you're sure you have powder on the corners of your lips with how it's width barely fits into your mouth.

you chew and swallow, feeling the residue of sugar on your skin.

"do you have any tissues?" you ask him, a serious expression plastered onto your face.

gojo tries to suppress the chuckle itching to escape his throat—the sugar on your lips and cheeks catch him off guard, and after a few seconds he can't help but let a small laugh slip. you stand up from your chair, scanning the room for any boxes of tissues you could lay your hands on.

he stands up as well, shaking his head—still giggling.

"it's not funny," you frown, and the smile on his face only grows wider—you're too cute for your own good when you sulk. "stop laughing."

you're not sure if you want to punch him or let him giggle to himself. for some reason, seeing you embarrassed is a great cause of joy to him. you can't bring yourself to tell him to shut up; you always imagine doing just that, it's strange how you couldn't muster the courage just when you needed it most.

"it's quite funny," gojo's laughter eventually calms down.

he leans closer to you and his right hand gently holds the side of your jaw—he uses his thumb to gently wipe the sugar off your cheek, and then your lips. "i got it."

his thumb stays on your bottom lip after dusting the sugar away. his pupils are locked onto the surface of your lips, which were glossy in the harsh light of his office: they looked so soft.

before long, they trail up your face until he's looking directly into your eyes: and this time you're not nervous, you don't look away, and your heart is completely calm.

satoru's fingers are easy on your skin. he handles you like fragile glass, as if he doesn't want to break you: and it's the same for the way he looks at you. gentle.

you're reluctant to speak because the way satoru has his thumb on your bottom lip sends shivers down your spine. you feel breathless.

you don't want this feeling to leave, not just yet.

a few seconds of tension pass. his hand moves back to your jaw, and your nervousness returns when gojo satoru leans his tall figure even closer to you; his head tilting ever so slightly.

it's a random thursday morning when you discover a few more good qualities gojo satoru possesses: his lips and his hands. maybe the way he kisses, too—it's slow and precise, unlike his attitude. he tastes sickeningly sweet and it makes you want to savour this moment even more.

you promised yourself you wouldn't fall victim to gojo satoru. yet, you just can't pull away: instead finding yourself slithering your arms around his neck and your chest pressing against his.

gojo's hands are wandering down to your waist and he's desperate to have you as close to him as possible, showing in the way he tries to close the already small gap between you two.

it takes only a fraction of a second for a small thought to form in your mind: just how many women have been in this position?

you quickly forget about that thought, though—you think it's pointless to regret it now, gojo satoru kisses you too good to be full of remorse.

gojo thinks he could stay like this: kiss you all morning, afternoon and pay you overtime if it meant he could be this close to you for just a bit longer.

there's hints of neediness in gojo's touch—as if he'd been waiting for this forever, wanting to relish it before it ends. his few seconds of bliss don’t last very long though, because you're soon pulling away—gasping for air.

he sighs mockingly, his hands sliding down from your waist to your hips. "can't last longer than 10 seconds, miss y/n?"

of course he would say some cocky shit like that—you'd forgotten for a minute that this was the same, arrogant mr. gojo you always knew, and no kiss (however heavenly) was going to change that.

"i'm sorry that i don't go on dates with every man that breathes."

gojo smirks at you after you say those words. "come on. just because i go on dates with people, doesn't mean i kiss them like this."

"sure you don't." your jealousy shows a bit too much in your reply, and he finds himself smiling even harder.

"is someone jealous?" he teases you again, rubbing circles with his thumb against the flesh of your hips.

you feel flustered, knowing that you're definitely done for now—he saw right through you. "nobody is jealous, mr. gojo."

"stop it with the formality. just call me satoru."

"it's still office hours. it's only polite."

gojo rolls his eyes, sighing in the process. you grin a little at him, knowing that this was the first thing you denied him of today—complying with the donuts and the kissing was already spoiling him enough.

"then i suppose there's only after work," there's his nauseatingly charming voice again—low and smooth. he knows exactly what he's doing to you, and you know it too. "i'm off after 6."

you think long and hard about whether you want to be mean and add this to the list of things you've declined to do for him. the ratio was starting to get really unbalanced—but you remember the way his hands touch you and how his lips greet yours so lovingly: and you think that there's no point turning back now.

"my boss doesn't let me off until after 8, though." you try to poke at his buttons—you put on a fake pout, knowing you’ll accept his invitation anyway—but gojo satoru is eternally patient when it came to things he sincerely desired.

"fuck your boss." he says, "he'll be fine with it."

you laugh at his response. you never thought you would see the day gojo curses at himself, after all, he's so self-obsessed: but you suppose you've seen—and tasted—parts of him that you never knew existed.

"then i'll see you at 6, mr. gojo."

what was the harm in discovering more?

230323 — i kinda hate this but.. wtv… anyway i couldn’t be bothered to proofread have my brainrot of gojo in a suit Mmmm yumyum

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[dre6ming]

how would austin propose to reader?

Be mine forever?

He’s been dreaming of this moment for so long and every time he saw himself doing something so over the top and special for Y/n, but then he’d take a step back and remember who he was actually dating

Austin’s had the ring for a while now and he carries it with him, just in case one moment feels just perfect

He tries not to think too hard about the time he almost lost the ring, when he forgot his jacket at a restaurant, right after he really felt like that was it, but then the food came and you started to gossip and talk and he forgot

Secretly you’ve known about the ring for just as long as he’s had it, you found it doing laundry, he had forgotten it in he pocket of his jeans and you felt the box right before you threw them in the wash.

At one point you get impatient, Austin gets impatient, his family (who gave him his moms ring) gets impatient, but he just can’t make up his mind

Until…..

One day you step into the apartment, expecting to see Austin greet you excitedly, but instead being met with silence.

Walking further you see a trail of petals leading from the main entrance to your bedroom and your heart rate picks up as you follow it.

The door is slightly cracked and you push it further, revealing the room to you.

The smell is what hits you first, fresh flowers, so many fresh flowers, flowers of all colors, pink, red, white, you name it.

You look around and you see pictures of you and Austin hanging from the ceiling, tears start to gather in your eyes as you remember all the beautiful moments

You hear footsteps and then turn around to see Austin, dressed in white and blue striped pajamas pants, chest naked and hair disheveled, he looks Devine

“Nine hundred ninety nine flowers, nine hundred ninety nine pictures, I thought we could make it a thousand?” He says giving you a pink peony to hold.

The ring is tied around it with pink ribbon and your hands shake.

“Be my wife, be my forever? I’ve been thinking of the best way to ask, but I should have just done the thing I knew you’d love the most, just us two, you and me.” His voice sounds like hot honey and you almost melt to the ground

“Yes!” You say breathless and he hugs you, lifting you off the ground and spinning you around. Placing both your feet back on the ground Austin’s shaky hands take the ring off of the flower and his delicate fingers hold your left hand up, sliding the ring on.

“A perfect fit!” You whisper absently and he chuckles. “I put it on your finger once when you were sleeping, got it resized after” you laugh at his efforts and thank whatever higher force brought such a man in your life. “I love you!” You say, kissing his nose while he’s preoccupied to look at the ring on your hand, still not believing he actually did it, he finally asked you.

“Now for the one thousand picture.” Austin says, shaking his head like waking up from a dream. You furrow your brows confused as he drags you over to the bed, telling you to sit on it. “I got the camera set up, filmed everything too!” He admits, showing you the small remote used to operate the device.

He sits on the bed with you and smiles, then he hits the button on the remote and you hear the timer of the camera going. Austin takes your left hand in both of his hands and he places a kiss on you knuckles. “ I love you forever!”

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[thedivinershiddenarchive]

thinking of: vampire!hunter childe who gets attached with vampire!reader ever since he met her but his obsession only worsens when someone tries to take her away from him.

cw. fem!reader, blood (svcking), yandere!childe, implied br33ding k1nk, possesiveness, semi-public s3x, s0mn0philia, dvb-c0n, implied historical au

a/n. don't mind me writing this after my wuthering waves mass post, the preview was so good. Bailian, Female Rover, Male Rover, my beloveds were so fine there. Anw childe time

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Vampire Hunter!Childe who still bloodlusts in killing vampires except for you. Hell, he leans more in lust than bloodlust. He's obsessed with the way you bare your fangs at him. (I guess one is more into bloodlust while the other is just plain old lust)

He didn't want you to leave his side after he met you when he was eighteen, the two of you were inseperable! (more like you couldn't escape from him.)

Childe would give you whatever you wanted, the tastiest blood you'll drink (don't ask him where he got it though), the most comfortable dresses or corsets you could ever wear, the finest bedding for you to sleep in during the day as well as a big enough umbrella to cover your body so you wouldn't burn. Of course, he's not dumb enough to just give you an umbrella. He gave you lots of layers of clothing so you wouldn't burn when the umbrella would fly away from the harsh wind.

You wouldn't have to worry about that when he has you pinned to the wall of the darkest alleyway he can find, smashing his lips to yours, smirking at the sudden taste of iron in his mouth as he deepens the makeout. When you bite his bottom lip until it bleeds, you almost sound like a moan. He'll have your skirt bunching up as he teases your clothed lower region with his hand.

This guy thrives off pain with pleasure, it's basically the ultimate combo. Childe would get off to you simply sucking any part of his bodypart, his lips, neck, maybe even in that one lower region he loves so much. He doesn't want you to be too gentle with him but he doesn't want to die from blood loss either.

Usually you'll get tied up when it came to these occassions because you get out of hand when meeting lust and bloodlust altogether. Though he admits it looks so hot on you. Now he really didn't regret showing mercy on you when his family tried to execute you. Saying how you'll kill him, in which you literally and figuratively will. But it'll be worth it in the end.

Childe would keep you inside most of the time because people would come after you. Though he has other motivations other than that. You'd often catch other people's eye, especially to another family he was associated with. He doesn't like the simple glint of their son's eyes when he stares at you simply walking by. Who does he think he is trying to get interested on you? Doesn't he know that you're his? He wouldn't even take care of you like he does!

Out of jealousy from how much the son was trying to make moves on you, he tied you up while you were napping, ravaging your body and preparing it for him to enter his cock inside of you.

He'd start slow but gets impatient, biting your neck softly that you instinctively woke up with your sharp nails threatening to cut his neck off until you realize it was jut the ginger trying to fuck you in your sleep. You growled and pulled his hair so he could face you, his stupid grin shining in the dark as he moans when the two of your lips connect, the red liquid dripping onto your white shirt as the both of your legs tangle with each other.

Childe's breathing labored, grinding his hips until he bottomed out, pulling it out before slamming it back in. He saw how hungry you were from your eyes alone, the man just remembered that he (intentionally) forgot to feed you your daily dosage of blood. Childe just nods, throwing his hair to the side so his neck would be visible enough for your fangs to bite into.

Shit, he groaned at the feeling at first but slowly got used to it. Your face was flused against his neck as he kept up with his thrusts, his hand massaging your sides before gripping them, knowing very well it would leave a mark.

He couldn't stop himself, the feeling of you squeezing his cock while drinking his blood from his neck was painfully pleasurable. Oh he could do this all day, he couldn't stop making those pitched and loud sounds, he was sure the maids or butlers would've heard it right about now.

Ajax was doing such a good job in hitting all your right spots too, gosh he was good with his fingers playing with your cunt as he rails you roughly that the bed starts moving with him. He talks about how much it angers him seeing you with someone else, how you could've ignored the son's advances on you. Just the mere idea of seeing you with someone else made him go harder on you, practically moaning into his skin as you pulled away, watching how the blood quickly dripped onto the sheets with each and every ram of his hips.

He's starting to wonder what a hybrid vampire would look like. Maybe the hybrid would have your beautiful eyes as well as the same hair color as he does? Perhaps the other way around. Details aside, the main idea of even having one is much more important than what it will look like.

Just him whispering about it has you shivering. Maybe it was a bad idea having this man attached to you in the first place, let alone, think about having a family with him.

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[steddieas-shegoes]

safe like a pinky promise

for @steddielovemonth prompt 'love is protection'

rated m | 2,744 words | cw: alcohol, steve is drunk, minor violence (mostly just the threat of violence) | tags: protective eddie munson, protective steve harrington, post breakup, getting back together, exes to lovers

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In hindsight, Steve should’ve been smarter about coming to this bar alone.

He’d only ever been there with Eddie and his friends, and while they weren’t the most popular, people knew not to mess with them or anyone with them. Without their protection, without Eddie’s protection, Steve was kind of asking for trouble.

Especially when he showed up already drunk, causing a scene at the bar in the middle of Corroded Coffin’s set.

He’d been having fun, or trying to, at his house with Robin. But when her parents called and insisted she come home, she left him with a buzz and a loneliness he couldn’t do anything else with.

He missed Eddie. He’d fucked up so bad and now he had to miss Eddie forever. Or maybe not forever. Maybe if he just showed up to support him like he used to, maybe if he bought him a drink and asked to talk, maybe if he kissed him in the bathroom and asked him to come home with him…

The bar was packed, way busier than it ever had been before. Most of the crowd was younger, but definitely older than Eddie and the band. He could see some older guys in the back corner and the regulars at the bar.

The room was spinning as he tried to get eyes on Eddie. He just needed to see Eddie.

Eddie was on stage, the poor lighting doing a shitty job of making him look like the star he was. Steve would need to talk to the owner about that soon. His boy should shine.

Well, he wasn’t really his boy anymore, or ever. That was the problem.

Steve had run. Despite Eddie always insisting that he was a runner, Steve had been the one to book it the moment Eddie wanted things to be more serious.

Even Robin told him it didn’t make sense. Steve was the commitment type, craved permanence from someone in a way that most people their age didn’t even think about.

The moment Eddie offered that to him, he left.

He regretted it every moment since.

Eddie’s voice filled the bar, the drums and guitar of his bandmates loud enough to make the walls shake. It was all Steve could focus on.

He didn’t know how people were having regular conversations right now.

“‘Scuse me!” Steve yelled to the bartender, who was pouring a beer from the tap. “Did you guys not know they were playin’ t’night?”

He could kind of register that he was slurring his words a bit, but couldn’t do anything about it. He hadn’t been drunk in a long time, he forgot the way his head buzzed when he was.

“They play every Tuesday night, son. Why?” The bartender handed the beer

Steve wasn’t usually an asshole, not anymore. If he was, it was unintentional.

But this was about to be very intentional.

“So you just expect them to sing on a dark stage?” He managed to not slur too much that time, wanted to express how serious it was that Eddie wasn’t getting the right treatment. “How’s he sposed to be a rockstar?”

The bartender crossed his arms, unamused at Steve’s questioning.

Steve didn’t care. Eddie deserved better than a half-assed attempt at a bar.

“He’s so good! And you don’t let him be.” Steve wasn’t sure if that made sense, but the bartender seemed to get it.

“Listen, kid. I dunno who served you before you got here, but you’re not gonna cause a scene, alright? Just go get some fresh air and wait for your friend.”

“He should have better lights!”

A man at the bar stood up and took a step towards Steve. “Hey, you heard Ernie. Go get some fresh air before you do somethin’ stupid.”

Steve should probably listen. Robin would tell him to listen.

The bar was suddenly very quiet, the music on stage paused and voices of people nearby so quiet Steve couldn’t hear what they were saying.

Why was he even mad?

He looked over to see Eddie on stage, looking around the room with his eyes squinting.

Right, the lights.

“He’s gonna be famous someday and it won’t be because you helped. Maybe you should buy a-” Steve felt his stomach turn. Shit. “A um.”

The man across from him mistook his stumbling over words and fists as a threat, and before Steve knew it, he was pushed against the wall by the bar.

“You listen here, kid. Don’t know why you showed up already so drunk, but you best leave before this turns into a serious problem. Ernie does these boys a favor lettin’ them play for tips at all. Start causin’ a scene, they won’t be able to come back, ya understand?”

The hand balling up his shirt was large, and the man’s face was red with anger.

Steve never backed down from a fight though.

“If nobody stands up for them, they’ll just keep playin’ for free. This place doesn’t even get people like this unless they’re playing.”

Just as Steve closed his eyes and expected a fist to the face, he was released and fell down against the wall. He looked up to see Eddie, guitar slung over his back, talking to the man who was holding him against the wall.

He couldn’t really hear what they were saying, too distracted by the way Eddie’s curls framed his face. They were always perfectly messy, falling in a way that would probably look terrible on someone else. But it was Eddie, and everything looked good on Eddie.

“Steve?” Eddie’s voice brought him back to earth and he suddenly realized the entire band was standing behind Eddie, and all eyes were on them.

“They don’t even know you’re a rockstar, Eds,” Steve whined. “I tried to tell ‘em and they thought I was gonna be a problem.”

Eddie waved the guys away, handing his guitar to Gareth before leaning down to help Steve to his feet. “C’mon. You’re drunk as shit.”

Steve couldn’t really argue with that, and arguing would maybe make Eddie take his hands off of him, so fuck that. Eddie’s hands belonged on him. 2+2 was four and Eddie’s hands should be on Steve.

“Eddie, they don’t even turn the lights on!” Steve fell against his chest, mumbling into his shoulder. “No lights!”

Steve breathed in Eddie’s scent, sweat and body wash mixed up just right to drive Steve crazy.

But Eddie didn’t do it to drive Steve crazy, not anymore. Not since-

“Did you drive here?” Eddie asked, luckily keeping his arm wrapped around Steve as he guided him out the front door.

“No. Walked.” For some reason, he felt chastised, like maybe Eddie was disappointed in him, but he didn’t know what for. Maybe drinking? But Eddie liked to let loose sometimes too. It wouldn’t be fair of him to judge Steve for finally letting go a little.

“You walked? From where?”

“My house.”

“Steve, that’s three miles away.”

“Is it?”

Eddie pulled him to the back of his van, leaning him against the back doors and taking a long look at him.

“Does Robin know you walked here?”

“She isn’t in charge of me, I don’t have to ask for fuckin’ permission-“

“Get in the van.” Eddie tugged him to the passenger door, opening it for him and waiting for Steve to get in. “Do you need help?”

“No. I can do it.”

Which was a lie, and they both knew it, but Steve was not about to admit out loud how little control he had over his own limbs.

It became clear the moment he tried to step up into the van and his foot missed making contact by a solid six inches. He would’ve fallen flat on his face if not for Eddie’s strong arms wrapping around him and lifting him into the passenger seat.

Eddie closed the door and got into the driver’s seat, not even turning the radio on as they drove. They were heading in the direction of the trailer park, not Steve’s house, and Steve tried not to feel smug about it.

“Why did you come tonight?” Eddie finally asked, his knuckles turning white against the steering wheel. “Why are you drunk? And why did I have to rescue you from getting another concussion?”

“I just miss you.”

It was simple. That’s what it all boiled down to.

Steve missed Eddie, missed being able to just show up for him when he wanted, missed playing with his hair when he was asleep because that was the only time he sat still enough for him to do it. He missed the way he kissed the freckle closest to his ear when he was trying to calm him down after a nightmare. He missed making him laugh.

“Steve, you-” Eddie sighed and turned the radio on. “You can sleep it off and I’ll bring you home in the morning.”

“I don’t wanna sleep it off. I don’t want you to ignore me.” Steve crossed his arms, protecting himself from whatever words Eddie would throw at his chest. “I want you to miss me too.”

The turn into the trailer park was silent as Steve’s words surrounded them.

When the van was in park in front of Eddie’s trailer, he turned to Steve.

“I do miss you. I miss us.” Eddie wouldn’t look at him, but Steve could tell he was trying not to cry. “But I can’t talk to you about it until you’ve slept this off, okay? Whatever you’re feeling now might be gone in the morning.”

The adrenaline wearing off was enough for Steve to feel pretty sober, but he could still see double and the van felt like it was still moving under him, so he knew he was too drunk to have the conversation now.

“But in the mornin’?” Steve’s head felt heavy.

He was reaching his least favorite part of being drunk, the exhaustion phase, where every movement felt like it was in slow motion but the world around him was speeding by and his body felt numb. He closed his eyes as he waited for Eddie’s response.

His eyes shot open when he felt Eddie’s finger brush against his pinky.

“In the morning, we’ll talk. Pinky promise,” his pinky wrapped around Steve’s, squeezed, and didn’t let go.

Steve looked down at their joined pinkies, thought about how something so small made him feel so safe, and nodded once.

Eddie helped him inside, one arm around his waist and humming a song Steve vaguely recognized as they walked down the hall to Eddie's room.

“Couch?” Steve asked.

“Don’t want Wayne to wake you up when he gets home.”

Steve was helped out of his shoes and jeans and tucked in on his side of the bed.

He curled up under the blanket, breathing in the scent of Eddie’s shampoo on the pillow.

He drifted off to the warmth coming from Eddie’s side of the bed and the sound of Eddie humming that familiar song.

******

“...need ya to be careful, Ed. He really did a number on ya last time.”

Steve blinked his eyes open as he processed Wayne’s voice on the other side of the door, a voice he hadn’t heard in months. A voice that used to be warm and comforting for Steve from a person who placed his trust in Steve to not hurt his nephew.

“I think I did a number on him, too.”

Steve’s head was pounding, but not in the way of his usual migraines. He hadn’t been hungover in a long time, but he was quickly reminded of why he hadn’t bothered to drink in so long.

“I’m headin’ to bed. Be good to each other.”

Steve heard Wayne’s bedroom door close and Eddie’s door open. He didn’t pretend to be asleep, even though it would have given him at least another few minutes of soaking in this feeling of being Eddie’s before things turned sour. He looked at Eddie, who stood at the edge of his bed, his fingers curling around a loose thread of his blanket.

He was nervous.

He hadn’t been nervous when Steve broke his heart, he’d just been angry.

He hadn’t been nervous when they first kissed, he’d just been ready.

But he was nervous now and Steve knew that meant he needed to lead.

“Hey.” Steve’s voice was rough, more than just the usual morning rasp from disuse. “Can we talk in bed?”

They were known to have nightly talks facing each other in bed, sometimes still sweaty and breathless from sending each other over the edge, the honesty easier when the outside world felt far away.

Eddie must have recognized Steve’s intentions as he got under the blanket, facing him in bed with a nervous smile on his face.

“Hey,” Steve said again, barely more than a whisper.

“Hi.”

“Sorry about last night.” Eddie shrugged, but Steve pushed on. “I shouldn’t have gone to the bar at all. But I definitely shouldn’t have caused problems when I got there. I’m sorry I made a scene.”

“It’s alright, Stevie.” Eddie’s hand was inching closer to Steve’s between them. “Why were you drunk?”

“Robin and I were hanging out and she kept trying to bring up how I haven’t tried going out at all since-” Steve breathed out. “Since I ruined everything with you. And she said if I wasn’t gonna make it right with you, I should at least try to find someone who might make me happy. And I didn’t know who would! It was you for so long and you’re the only person who could make me that happy. So when she left I went from drinking a couple beers to drinking a few shots of the whiskey my dad didn’t take with him. And then I just…missed you.”

Eddie’s hand finally found Steve’s, his fingers curling against the back of his hand.

“I always miss you, but it was worse when I was alone and drinking. I was drunk enough to think walking to the bar was a good idea, which it clearly wasn’t-”

“I dunno about that. You’re in my bed again and that’s not all bad,” Eddie interrupted, a small smile threatening to break out into a much bigger one. “We aren’t doing anything else, but can I kiss you, Stevie?”

“Please,” Steve breathed out.

It had been four months, two weeks, and one day since the last time Eddie kissed Steve.

But this kiss felt like no time had passed at all, like they’d pick up exactly where they left off before Steve ruined it.

“You’re thinking too hard,” Eddie said against his lips, opening his eyes to see what was going on. “What’s goin’ on?”

“I’m just sorry that I let myself ruin what we had.”

“Sweetheart, listen to me.” Eddie cupped his face in his hands, forcing eye contact. “You did screw up. I can’t lie and say you didn’t. You had every chance to talk me through what was going on in your head and work it out in any other way, but you didn’t. That hurt me, but it also hurt you. And I should’ve tried to talk after. I shut you out and didn’t leave much room for you to make it right. That part is on me.”

“It wasn’t up to you to-”

“No, it was up to us and we’re young and stupid and have no idea what we’re doing so of course we’re gonna fuck up. We can love each other and still be stupid sometimes. But maybe next time we won’t forget that we love each other, huh?” Eddie kissed the tip of Steve’s nose. “Do you still have those thoughts?”

“Which ones?”

“The ones telling you that you can’t have someone who makes you feel safe.”

Steve looked at the only person on earth besides Robin who ever made him feel truly loved and protected.

He thought about how his last words to Eddie before last night had been spewed in anger, but were born of pain and mistrust in his own ability to be loved. He thought about how Robin told him the only way to be loved was to just let it happen, even when it was scary.

“I do still have them, yeah.” Steve leaned in to give him a kiss on the lips, soft and slow. “But you’ll protect me, right?”

“Every day, sweetheart.”

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddielovemonth #cw: alcohol #post breakup #getting back together

[miguel-owhora]

SYNOPSIS — back on my jessica rabbit!miguel bullshit 😮‍💨

TYPE — spitball

WARNINGS — 18+ , trans!miguel , established relationship , deepthroat , blowjobs , cliffhanger

MORE — hgnghd. might add on idk im titeddd

idk out the usual shit here i forgot what it says ill put it later in the morninv

TAGS — ill put them later

I'm back on my Jessica Rabbit!Miguel AU. who asked? absolutely no one but here i am

Thinking about Miguel w Jessica's whole vibes. He's a stunningly, breathtaking beaut of a man, with a waist so holdable, an ass so biteable, and a pretty face you'd love to just cum all over. It's a shame that Miguel holds him in high regards, and has well enough money to make you disappear if you make him far too uncomfortable.

Plus, he's happily married to you.

A feeble, rabbit, meek of a man half the size of Miguel. You're a clutz, you're dumb, you're too childish - literally. You have the same mechanisms as a cartoon character; you've pulled literal hammers from a pocket and all sorts of things that left others baffled. They look down on you, judge you, scrutinize you with their eyes and judgement.

But not Miguel.

Not Miguel who grows soft and a smiles a bit more whenever he's around you, who gives you every bit of his attention when he's with you. Who kisses you so softly on the cheek, who'll whisper words into your ear, low enough so only you can hear, and give you a seductive look when you go warm and start to stumble over your words. Not Miguel who'll swipe a finger over your shoulders and whisper into your ear, "Follow me, I have a little gift I want to give you."

And who are you to disobey your husband? Like the lovesick fool you are, you follow after your husband like a dog, pupils heartshaped and cartoonish little hearts bubbling from your head, letting him drag you away.

In the privacy behind closed doors and drawn blinds, Miguel sits between your legs. He keeps eye contact as he bobs his head up and down your throbbing, fat cock, slurping obscenely and moaning - not just for show, but also to show how delicious you taste, how addictive it is. His eyes glitter red with fondness and lust, slowly swaying his hips as he nurses your cock down his throat.

Drool drips down your length, teeth gently biting down on your hand to muffle your moans. You're beyond flustered, balls pinching, and Miguel suddenly deepthroats it and rolls your balls between his hand, and it's enough to get you to shoot down his throat.

"Cream cake," Miguel smiled, licking his lips clean of cum and spit, grinning up at your dazed expression. His hand slowly jerks at your cock, keeping it hard. "My favorite."

Suddenly, Miguel moves and clambers onto your lap, now looking a little bit flustered. And it's then you realize, with a raw hint of giddiness, how his bare pussy drips onto your cock.

"But not as much as I adore creampies." Miguel purrs, rocking down your cock.

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