#sluff fanfic

[led-topia]

i wrote a little sluff thing

read this by clicking here. and please, be kind. this was originally written in portuguese.

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[calzone-d]

Always There (Ted Lasso x Fem!Reader)

pairing: ted lasso x fem!reader, mom(ish)!reader x henry lasso

word count: 3.7k (not the most proofread, sorry!)

warnings: henry being kind of sad, reader x henry fluff/comfort, ted being worried, michelle/jake slander, face-sitting, oral sex (f receiving), ass eating (it made the cut), unprotected penetrative sex, creampie, anal fingering

a/n: that last episode gave me ideas, so that’s how this started. then sad ted made me horny, and that’s how this ended. if you like michelle/jake you may not like the first part of this. or most of my blog? anyways, hope you like it! my inbox is open as always!

summary: you and henry have a heart to heart before you comfort ted in a way that only you can.

find my masterlist here.

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Ted was unusually quiet as you ate dinner. You knew Michelle and Jake being in town really struck a nerve, but he’s gotten good at letting that stress go so that he can enjoy his time with you and Henry all together as a family. As you and Henry talked, he kept quiet as he listened in. You decided to not push it in fear of him shutting down, and of Henry hearing. He didn’t visit as much as you wished he could, so you wanted his time with you and Ted to be as happy and carefree as possible. If you had it your way, though, he’d just go ahead and move in. 

Henry had roped you in to help him build a quick lego set before bed. The boy adored you. He had become pretty attached to you, actually. On the couch, Ted watched quietly as you worked together and smiled to himself everytime you’d take over for a while and Henry would lean against you. Henry was obviously exhausted, but he wanted to stay up with you.

Putting him to bed was easy, as always. As he’d gotten older, your usual nighttime books turned into telling each other funny stories and recalling cherished memories. Ted stayed behind to put away dinner while you got Hnery settled. 

“So.. fill me in. How do you like Jake?”

“mm.. he’s okay, I guess.”

“just okay?”

“he only really talks to me in front of mom. and when I tell him things he never remembers… he was the one who told me to be more rough at school! I told him someone hurt my feelings, and he said I should do the same back.. I knew it was wrong, dad’s always told me that.. I guess I was just trying to make him like me. Then he was the most mad at me after.”

you’re silent for a moment as you take in henry’s words. before you can respond, the lasso boy is talking again,

“what do you think i should have done?”

the question shocks you for a split second. you’ve always tried to make it very clear you never intended on being a replacement for michelle. you let henry get to know you at his own pace, get comfortable around you at his own pace.

“well, hen.. i think you should’ve done what you thought was right.”

“maybe..”

“what do you wish you would’ve done?”

“i don’t know? talk to him about it, i guess. kinda like dad talked to you about his feelings the other night.”

your eyes widened as you recalled the conversation. ted was telling you about how he felt michelle had wronged him, which you completely agreed with, but it wasn’t a conversation either of you wanted henry to hear. luckily, with how good of a man Ted is, he didn’t really say anything bad about her that henry could’ve heard, but still. henry’s a kid, his parents relationship shouldn’t have been a concern in his mind.

“hun, i’m sorry you heard that. that was an adult conversation. you know your dad loves your mom very much-“

“no, he’s just nice to her. she hurt his feelings and broke his trust, so he doesn’t love her”

honestly? henry was right. spot on, even. he was a smart kid, but your heart hurt at the thought of him coming to those realizations by himself. you knew michelle didn’t play a part in explaining anything to him, and ted tried the best he could, but sometimes it was hard.

“trust is a really tricky thing, hen-“

“not really.”

“how so?”

“i mean, i trust you. remember that time i fell and scraped my knee? i was sad that you only had brown bandaids and you promised me that we could go to the store the next day and get blue ones.”

you nodded along, remembering the day very clearly.

“the next morning you took me to get them. so now i don’t worry that you won’t be there for me, because i know you will.”

“i’ll always be here, bub.”

“i trust dad. i trust my friends ellie and spencer in class. i trust grandma, and grandpa- ooh and your mom! i like her too. she’s always nice to me when i visit. her cookies are so good-“

henry’s rambling made you chuckle and you pulled him in close.

“…but dad doesn’t love mom. i promise i’m right, y/n”

“and what makes you think that?”

“because he loves you, and kisses you, and tells you how pretty you are.”

your cheeks reddened, “well, he does do that”

“and even when you aren’t there! he always tells me how nice you are and how much you love us. mom doesn’t like to talk about dad, and it’s usually about how he talks too much. her and jake get mad when i talk about my dad.”

it frustrated you the way michelle so easily talked bad about Ted, especially in front of henry. especially when she was the one who seemed to have done some immoral things.

“i’m sorry, hen. you shouldn’t be in the middle, ever.. it isn’t fair. if i’ve ever made you feel that way, i apologize.”

henry shrugged his shoulders and played with the hem of your t-shirt.

“s’okay.. it isn’t you. i just wish i could stay with you and dad. dad is happier now, and you guys order pizza every week.”

you cackle before you can stop yourself, “only when you’re here, hen.”

“oh. well still. being here makes me happier. i like your cat, too. she always comes and sleeps with me at night..”

his eyes fluttered closed as the aforementioned cat hopped up on his bed. you brought a hand up to rub at his back over his shirt, something you always did when he was trying to fall asleep. 

before he could get too comfy, ted came in. he was dressed in his pajamas and his hair seemed as if he’d been running his hands through it often. he sat down next to you on the bed and reached a hand out to smooth henry’s hair on top of his head.

“you tired, buddy?”

henry nodded.

“well i’m gettin’ there myself. i love you, hen. if you need anything come wake one of us up, y’hear?”, ted said before leaning over to kiss henry’s head. you smiled ad ted’s interaction with henry. the way he was as a dad made you swoon. 

“i love you too dad.. goodnight”, henry said as he cuddled back into you. 

after ted walked out, you spoke again. 

“your dad and i love you so much, baby. even if you’re not here, if you’re ever sad or confused or angry.. or anything, you know we’re only a call away.”

he huffed before murmuring, “wish mom would just let me stay.”

your eyebrows furrowed. you wish he could stay, too. his confession tugged at your heart as you pressed a kiss to the top of his head.

“love you, y/n”

“i love you too, henry bug.”

you scratched his back until his breathing evened out and he was asleep. when you were finally able to sneak away from his room, you tucked the blankets around him and turned off his lamp.

ted was sitting on the couch, hair wet and floppy from a quick shower. he looked so domestic and cozy in his t-shirt and flannel pajama pants, but the smile he gave you when he met your gaze didn’t make his eyes crinkle like usual. it was clear something was up.

his eyes stayed on you as you took a seat next to him and snuggled into his side like henry had previously done to you.

“you okay, teddy?”

he contemplated telling you he was fine for a moment. contemplated just brushing it off like he’d been practically trained to do in his marriage for so long. 

“are you happy?”

“beyond happy, hun. i’ve got you, got henry bug, we just kicked ass building that lego set together, too. m’doing just fine.”

ted nodded softly as he mulled over your words. your hand played with a loose thread on his pants until he spoke again.

“just wonder if sometimes i should be doin’ more for you, y’know?”, ted’s words were soft and timid. behind them you could feel the side of him that was terrified of rejection. more specifically, your rejection.

“like what?”

ted’s shoulders shrugged, “dunno. maybe a trip to paris?”

“i don’t want a trip to paris, ted.”

his eyes were sad as he turned to look at you, “where do you wanna go, then?”

you shook your head at him softly. if you listened close enough it almost sounded like he felt you demanded a trip or some grand gesture.

“ted i don’t want a trip anywhere, i want you. i want you and henry, and i have that. i’m happy. with you, our relationship, all of it.”, you paused for a moment. 

 “have i done something or said something to make you think otherwise?”

ted shook his head immediately. “no, not at all! i just.. i’m used to having to guess.. and even when i guessed, everything was still wrong. i just don’t want you to be unhappy and me not know, o-or bored, or-”

“you’re spiraling, honey.”, you grab both of his hands in yours. “i fucking love you, ted. more than you could ever imagine. henry, too. you two make me so damn happy, and there’s not a single thought that’s ever crossed my mind that has anything to do with splitting us up. we’re a family now, ted. we’ve got something fucking great going. m’not interested in losing that, or you.”

ted chuckles at your firm tone, and although it’s a watery chuckle, it makes you smile.

“y’mean it?”

he sniffles and smiles more when you nod. you use his hands to pull him closer so that you can press a gentle kiss to his lips. after that, you move to his cheek, across his cheek bone, and over to his ear.

“i’m more than happy, hun. more than you know.”

ted let out a content hum before putting his hand on the back of your head and pulling you in for another kiss.

this one was more intense, and you swung a leg over his lap as you moved to straddle him. his warm hands found a home on your hips and he gave them a loving squeeze. your lips pressed slow, warm kisses to his neck. soft sighs left his swollen lips as he let his head fall against the back of the couch.

“you make me a happy man, darlin’..”, his voice was low and full of need.

you hummed against his neck in response as you slipped a hand under his shirt, and brushed across the hair on his belly. he let out a soft moan at the way you angled your hips forward to reach the other side of his neck. the sound made you chuckle and you brought your lips to his ear.

“shh, honey. gotta stay quiet for me.”

your words made him whimper, especially combined with the slow movements of your hips against his throbbing cock.

“ohhh-“, his groan was cut off once your lips were on his. his tongue swirled and prodded against yours as you found a rhythm grinding on top of him. you swear you heard him whine when you pulled away.

you bit your lip and smiled at the way his lips chased yours.

“can’t fool around on the couch tonight, baby.. we gotta go to the bedroom, c’mon”

his eager “yes mam” as he got up to follow you only made you more excited.

as soon as you stepped into your room, you slipped out of your shirt and sweatpants, ted mirrored your actions with a smirk.

ted pulled you in by the waist before you could lie back on the bed. his hands were warm against your bare skin and the hair across his abdomen tickled as you pushed yourself up against him. his mouth captured yours in a hot kiss, full of need. his teeth were biting at your bottom lip, tongue swirling with yours as your breathing grew labored.

one of his hands slid up to tangle itself in your hair. he pulled your head to the side as his lips made their way down your neck, and across your shoulders. ted sucked and nipped at your collarbone, leaving marks you hoped wouldn’t be too noticeable tomorrow.

“oh… honey”, you whispered.

ted hummed against your skin as he softly brushed his fingers over your belly and down to your pussy. you knew you were soaked. just the thought of having him to yourself, knowing he was all yours, had you burning with desire.

his thick fingers slid inbetween your lower lips, spreading your slick arousal and occasionally swiping over your swollen clit.

“need you to use me, honey..”, ted’s words were almost inaudible as he moved up to kiss your jaw. a smirk found it’s way to your lips as you batted your eyelashes at him.

“oh?”

“need y’to know i’m all yours. want to make you happy, please baby.”

you pulled him to get on the bed as an idea quickly formed in your brain. ted was always so eager to please, such a giver. he got off on making you feel good and loved being the one to make you orgasm. just knowing he was the only person seeing you and touching you that way was enough to make his cock throb.

you smiled and bit your lip as you instructed him, “lie back, teddy.”

a cheeky smile grew on his face, he immediately knew what was going on. one of his hands reached down to palm himself through his boxers while you straddled him and made your way up his body. by the time you were hovering over his face he was practically drooling in anticipation.

his eyes were lit up once you lowered yourself on him. ted’s arms came up to hold your thighs before he went to work. your eyes locked with his when he took that first lick, and you could tell by the look in them that this was exactly what he’d been hoping for.

he dragged his tongue up and down your folds, moaning at the taste of you. the nose of his you loved so much would bump against your clit every so often, making you whimper. 

you watched as his eyes fluttered closed and he let himself get lost in the taste of you. his tongue seemed to never stop, prodding at your entrance, swirling around your clit, weaving through your lower lips. after a few minutes you brought your hands down to stroke at his hair, but your light touches soon turned into you full on grabbing his hair and using it as leverage.

ted admitted pretty early on that he loved when you pulled his hair. it was one of the first “new” things he’d realized he enjoyed after having sex with you.

your finger tugged gently at his thick head of hair and you slowly ground your hips down on his face. his hands moved from your hips to your ass cheeks, encouraging you and helping you move. the tip of ted’s nose pressed firmly into your clit with every rock, drawing moans out of you like it was nothing.

“mmm, ted.. that’s so good, fuck!”, you had to mentally remind yourself to stay quiet. it was a huge change from your usually loud moans and pleads.

as your orgasm built, you realized it was a good thing you were sitting on ted’s face. he was never good at keeping quiet. it was too easy to get lost in you.

when he finally opened his eyes to meet yours, his pupils were blown and his lids were hooded. you kept his gaze as you reached a hand up to pull at one of your hardened nipples, still using your other hand pull at his hair.

you opened your hand up to palm at one of your tits. the feeling combined with ted’s hands kneading your ass had you right on the brink of what you knew would be another amazing orgasm. ted was moaning into your pussy like a mad man, and the only thing more crude was the sounds that came from him putting in every effort to make you fall apart on his tongue.

“shit, oh- i’m right there baby..”

ted didn’t dare ease up on his grip as you came, holding you firmly against his face as you trembled on top of him. he worked you through your orgasm and when you went to get off his face, your thighs felt like they were going to give out.

as you lifted off him, he continued to lazily tongue at your now dripping cunt. he seemed to follow it with his mouth as you pulled away. you flopped beside him, your chest heaving, as you attempted to catch your breath.

ted, on the other hand, didn’t miss a beat. as you were practically gulping down air, he rolled over and began kissing over the swell of your tits. his face felt wet against you from where he ate you out, and just thinking about the dirtiness of it all had you wanting even more.

your breath hitched in your throat as his teeth scraped lightly over one of the pebbled buds. his lips were red and glistening, making them look even more perfect as he wrapped his lips around your nipple. almost like a chain reaction, the feeling had you squirming underneath him.

by the time he was satisfied, both your nipples glistened with the mixture of ted’s spit, and the remnants of your orgasm.

“you got another in you, darlin’?” his voice was gentle but full of need. his fingers softly stroked the sides of your quivering thighs.

“mhm.. want you deep, though. need to feel you..” your mind was hazy as your words trailed off.

“you know i’ll take good care of you, sweet thing..”

he softly grabbed at your hips, pulling you closer before flipping you over. you were entirely his, completely at his mercy. you needed him so badly you would’ve let him do whatever the hell he wanted.

ted’s hands pulled your hips into him, arching your back in the process. you’d grown needy, and when you softly pressed back onto him it was obvious he’d shed his boxers sometime throughout the night. the hair at the base of his cock was scratchy as it brushed over the skin of your ass. his cock was hot and thick against your swollen pussy, and you could barely form thoughts that weren’t of him.

the feeling of him backing away made you whimper in protest, but before you could speak, his hands were on your ass cheeks. you felt him pull them apart before his tongue collected more of your sweet arousal. ted squeezed your ass as he used it to pull you further into his face, completely burying his face into your most intimate places.

you gasped in surprise as his tongue moved upwards and prodded against your other hole, licking at you softly as his thumb came up to tap against your clit.

“ted, oh my god..”

he barely pulls away, “too much?”

“no no.. fuck please keep going honey”, your words were rushed as you were eager to get his mouth back on you.

just the thought of how dirty it was had you panting and groaning into the sheets. the action itself had your pussy clenching around nothing.

ted’s tongue poked and prodded at the tight ring of muscle as his fingers dug into the flesh of your ass. his thumb continued to tap and rub at your clit, making you whimper and push back onto his face. the man clearly didn’t mind. in fact, it felt as if he pressed his face further into you.

the hair of his mustache tickled but didn’t deter you one bit. ted’s spit was practically dripping between your cheeks when he pulled away.

words weren’t even forming in your brain, but you didn’t need them because a few seconds later the head of ted’s cock was brushing through your soaked folds. luckily, he didn’t tease you and eased himself in.

taking ted’s cock was always a stretch, but with your orgasm earlier and ted’s love for foreplay, it felt a tiny bit easier this time. ever the gentlemen, he still gave you time to adjust before pulling out and pushing back into you.

“honey you’re- fuck, so fucking tight.”

you could only moan in response as you worked your hips back against him as best as you could. with each stroke, his cock brushed your g-spot before nudging against your cervix. your face was buried in the pillow, because at this point, it was the only way for you to stay quiet.

as ted worked his cock in and out of you, you turned your head to the side and rested your cheek against the pillow.

“ted.. can you- shit- put your thumb- mmf, oh fuck!”

it was like he could read your mind. before you finished your sentence ted had brought a thumb up and was spreading the wetness from your previous activities around the tight ring of muscle seated right above where his cock was stuffed in your pussy.

you knew your only choice was to shove your face back into the pillow under your head as he slowly worked the tip of this thumb in. it was the only way for you to be quiet. ted’s cock hit the deepest part of you while he worked his thumb in and out of your ass.

“that feel good, darlin’?”

what he could barely make out as a “yes” left your lips as moans poured constantly from them. ted’s other hand reached around so he was able to rub at your clit, eager for your impending orgasm.

“shit, I can tell, baby. squeezin’ me so tight, ugh”, his accent had gotten thicker and it only added to the mess of fog in your head.

he worked you perfectly until you were on the verge of an orgasm.by now he knew every tell, every cue.

“i feel you, baby. that’s it.. come on my cock sweetheart, take it..”

ted’s filthy words combined with the perfect stretch of his cock, the added sensation from his thumb, and the tight circles he was rubbing on your clit sent you right over the edge.

the little sense you had left is what kept your face in the pillow as you came. your thighs quivered as ted shoved his cock as deep in you as he could manage before you felt his warm cum fill you up.

he eased his thumb from your ass as he pulled out and lied down beside you, immediately taking you into his arms.

“you okay, honey?”

“i’m… im good.. fuck, ted.”, you panted.

ted’s smile was confident as he pulled you in to kiss your face.

“i love you so much. i’m so glad you’re here for us.. so glad you love us.”, he murmured into the top of your head.

“m’not going anywhere, teddy.”

he hummed in response as you both came down from the post-orgasm high coursing through your veins.

thanks for reading!

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[hysteria-things]

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𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you visited this beautiful island for a vacation years ago and met a boy there. you didn’t think much of it until now… on this very island, you are getting married to him.

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[strangerquinns]

Deadly Reunion| Chapter 24

Eddie Munson x female!reader // a stranger things apocalypse au

summary: You and Eddie have been best friends since childhood. But when the outbreak happened five years ago, you were torn from one another in the chaos. but now you’re left alone, after your group was killed by another radical crew, leaving you to seek out what was once home. // zombie apocalypse Hawkins set in 1993

warnings: angst + adult themes w/ descriptions of violence, blood, torture + other zombie apocalypse related issues (no use of y/n)

word count: 3k+

smut warning: p in v, fingering, creampie - if wanting to skip look for (**) at the beginning and end

⪻ previous chapter | next chapter ⪼ | stranger things masterlist |chapter one

The warm, musky, smoky scent that always seemed to hang onto Eddie was keeping the anxiousness building within your gut down at the moment. Over the last few days, your nerves became more and more shot. Hopper was pressing harder on training, planning, and strategizing. Each night you dropped down into Eddie’s bed like a dead weight. You were ignoring the fact that your body wasn’t fully healed from before.

If you made it out alive, you could rest then.

You sat at the table hearing the low vibration of conversations around you. Your side was pressed tightly against Eddie’s with his arm wrapped around you. The food in front of you was more picked over than eaten at all. Looking around the table you watched as others spoke to one another.

Robin teased Steve as usual. Jonathan and Argyle were in some deep conversation at the end of the table, too far to really hear what they were saying. Eddie, Gareth, Dustin, and Mike were in some deep debate over something to do with D&D. You weren’t really paying attention enough.

“We having a bonfire tonight?” Gareth asked, drawing your attention back to them. “You know…before everything?”

“Should everyone get a good night's sleep?” Mike asked, his eyes darting around the cafeteria.

“Don’t think anyone is going to be doing much sleeping tonight, Wheeler,” Eddie spoke, pushing away his tray with a heavy sigh. The weight of everything came down heavy over the table.

You were no longer the only one lost in the worry and fear of what tomorrow was going to bring.

“We can still do it,” You spoke softly from beside Eddie, forcing a small smile onto your face. “Better to be together, for those that want to?”

“I like that idea,” Robin spoke up, everyone else at the table now turned toward the rest of you. “Cause I know for a fact I’m not going to be sleeping much tonight. Would be alone in my dorm room anyway.”

Robin sent a playful glare your way, which caused heat to move up your body and settle on your cheeks.

Everyone stood from the table and moved together to exit out of the Lab and out back where Gareth and Eddie’s trailers were settled. Eddie reached down and grabbed your hand tightly, keeping you closer to his side as the two of you walked.

“Are you ok?” Eddie whispered softly, so the two of you would be in your own conversation, everyone lost in their own.

You looked up at him and could see the worry clear over his expression. Tension clear between his brows, “Are any of us ok?”

Eddie let out a soft, humorless chuckle, “No. I guess that was a stupid question.” He paused and took a deep breath. “Just…noticed you barely ate and have been quieter than usual.”

“Not really hungry,” You shrugged slightly, “Can’t really think much about anything. It’s like the nervousness is filling my stomach enough.”

“Promise me tomorrow you’ll force something? I don’t want you going out there on an empty stomach,”

“I-I…” You pressed your lips tightly together, “Don’t make me promise anything, Eddie. Please.”

“This one thing,” Eddie spoke firmly, a tone of begging to his voice. “I won’t ask of anything else.”

You sighed heavily and slightly nodded your head giving Eddie the answer he wanted. By the time the two of you joined the others at the pit outside Eddie and Gareth's trailers, a fire had already started, and the others were sitting around. Gareth had pulled out the whiskey he’d pulled out the night you were reunited with them. Another old glass jar was placed into your grasp, a shot already inside, as you took a seat on one of the logs around the fire.

“A toast,” Gareth spoke, raising his drink up, “To the last night we might all possibly be together,” He spoke somberly “I hope to see all your faces come back through tomorrow – but just in case…it’s been real.”

“Not morbid at all, dude,” Argyle spoke before knocking back his drink, everyone else around him doing the same.

“He’s not wrong,” You spoke up, feeling the burn of the whiskey move down your throat before warming within your belly. “We could all come back tomorrow, but…the reality is we might most likely all won’t.”

“We can’t go into it with that mindset,” Steve spoke up, his eyes connected with yours. A stern, authoritative, firmness behind them that made you shrink back slightly. “We have to go into that we’re all coming back, and we’re killing every single one of those assholes.”

While everyone around you cheered and seemed to toast to that – you sat in silence. Looking down at the amber liquid as your head, and heart seemed to battle and keep you sitting in a sort of limbo. On one hand, you wanted all of them dead, these were the same group that killed your entire camp, your mother. Your best friend. But on the other hand, now that you knew Wendy, was amongst them – you didn’t know what to think. You didn’t want her dead. If anything, you wanted her to come back with you all. But after the attack, she took part in, that was never going to happen.

“What were the scouts able to find out about these cowards?” Jonathan asked, your mind drawing back to the group around you.

“They have a leader, some dude named Henry Creel. Can’t really find out much about him for obvious reasons. But he’s tall and blonde. He walks around like he’s the King or some shit so it’s not hard to point him out.” Steve spoke.

“He’s fuckin’ creepy looking.” Robin shuttered “Has these deep-set blue eyes that are just cold. Scary seeing him through the binoculars.”

“Learned a few of others that seem to be high in power, or at least, Creel trusts.” Steve continued, “Some dude named Neil, another named Billy – Billy looks like his son honestly.”

“How large is this group?” Dustin asked.

“Not much bigger than ours, but with how they move, it’s our disadvantage.”

“We also aren’t 100% sure if they were coming or not,” Eddie spoke up, his arm wrapped around you as he pulled you tighter into his chest. “We could be going in and they are fully prepared.”

“Why don’t we stop talking about this and forget for the rest of the night,” Robin spoke “I’m sick of the impending doom cloud that’s been hanging over us these last few weeks…ever since Nancy died.”

“Come on, let’s go to bed,” Eddie whispered into your ear.

You nodded your head gently and allowed Eddie to help you up from your seat. A few of the others had dissipated and went back to their beds. Gareth, Argyle, Dustin, and a couple others were the only ones sitting at the fire. Eddie guided you up into his trailer and pulled the door closed behind him. The two of you didn’t speak, but moved in sync, as you slowly undressed.

Eddie came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. His warm lips pressed against your chilled skin with small kisses. It caused your body to erupt with goosebumps. You closed your eyes and seemed to relax back into him more, feeling his bare chest against your back, his calloused fingers exploring your body. You let out a soft and gentle moan as his fingers teased your nipple, pinching it gently.

Eddie slowly turned you in his arms and pressed his lips to yours with his hand gently caressing your face. When he pulled back, neither of you spoke, just continued to undress the other. Eddie brought his hands up to gently touch your face, staring down at you with so much love, it made your chest tighten slightly. He bent down and pressed a kiss to your forehead, then your cheek, before settling on your lips.

“Come ‘ere baby,” Eddie whispered against your lips before leading you to the back of the trailer, moving you down to lay across the rumbled sheets of his bed.

*smut 18+*

You reached out and grabbed for him, pulling him over your body, needing to feel him against you. It was like the moment he was even out of reach; your body craved him. Eddie slowly moved up your body as he placed kisses along your scared skin. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of him, squirming slightly beneath him, as the ache between your legs grew. As Eddie wrapped his lips around your peaked nipple, sucking and rolling his tongue, his hand moved down between you. His fingers teased against your slit before thrusting two fingers. You moved your hips down against his hand, needing more, the stretch of his fingers not enough.

“…please, please…Eddie, please,” You begged, pawing at his chest lightly.

Eddie liked watching your face whenever he was pleasing you, hearing the soft whimper and moans coming from your swollen lips. The faces you made as he watched you.

“What baby?” Eddie spoke softly, moving up to press a kiss along your jaw. With your head tilted back against the pillows, it gave him better access to your neck. “Tell me what you need.”

Your hand moved and fisted through his dark curls, pulling on them, to bring him back over you. Your lips brushed against his slightly – barely touching. His thumb added pressure to your clit with his fingers moving a little faster. Your breath got caught in your throat for a moment before a raspy whimper of his name came from you. The erotic sound of his fingers between your legs could be heard along with your moans. Your slick moving down between your cheeks and spreading between your thighs.

“You…you, please…oh-fu..fuck,” Your fingers tightened with the sheets beneath you, knuckles turning white.

Eddie could feel that you were close with how you were tightening and fluttering around his fingers. But just before he could send you over the edge, Eddie pulled his fingers out. You gasped at the feeling of him moving away from you, your eyes widening slightly. But before you could mutter a word of protest, you watched as Eddie brought his fingers to his mouth, before sucking on them. You watched as his tongue moved along his slender digits, sucking your slick off of them, and moaning as he did so.

“…Eddie,” You spoke with a breathy whimper, your hand still fisted within his curls.

Eddie smirked slightly before bending down to press a kiss to your lips, his tongue moving against yours so you could taste yourself. He shifted between your legs, Eddie reaching down between you both, rubbing his cock against your slit. Your hips moved up to meet with him before Eddie thrust deep inside of you – slowly. Your hand moved around to move down his back, your nails dragging along his pale skin, as you felt the stretch of him inside of you.

He pressed his body against yours holding himself up slightly on his elbows, rolling his hips against yours. The two of you moved together tenderly, with caressing touches, and soft kisses. Neither of you wanted this moment to be over quickly. You needed to feel one another because the truth of tomorrow still hung there.

“God, you feel so good sweetheart,” Eddie whimpered, pushing back slightly as he started to move faster, looking down to watch as his cock disappeared into you. Between you an erotic mess that both of you seemed to create. “…can’t get enough of you f-fuck,”

You whimpered as you felt the knot within you tighten more and more, knowing that you were going to cum.

“Eddie,” You spoke, nails digging deeper into his biceps.

“I know, pretty girl, I know,” Eddie spoke caressing your face softly, you leaned into his touch, “Can feel you…feel this perfect fuckin’ pussy squeezin’ around me” Eddie snapped his hips harder against you, hitting that sweet spot inside of you, making you moan and gasp for him louder. “Give it to me, I wanna feel you – want to feel this sweet pussy cum,”

Hearing his words and moans was enough to send you over. You fisted the hair at the back of his head, pulling him back to you, as you fell over the edge. The heels of your feet digging into his lower back to draw him deeper into you. Eddie pulled away and pressed his forehead against yours as the two of you panted softly.

**

“Fuck, I love you,” Eddie spoke, his dark eyes looking down at you intensely, his thumb rubbing against your cheek as he held your face.

“I love you,” You smiled before pecking his lips gently.

Neither of you said more, not needing to. Instead, Eddie moved gently from between your legs before getting out of bed. He came back with a wet cloth and cleaned between your legs before tossing it off to the side. He crawled back into bed and pulled the blanket over the two of you, encasing your bodies in warmth. You went right back to his side and nuzzled your face into his neck as he held you. The two of you lay there in silence, the wind hitting against the trailer, as Eddie moved his hand up and down along your back.

As much as you hoped, the sweet relief of sleep wouldn’t be coming to you easily tonight.

The day was heavy, you felt it the moment you woke up, it seemed to wrap around your shoulders and weigh you down.

You and Eddie moved through the motions of the morning.

The two of you opt to eat in the trailer and join the others at the cafeteria. Holding to your promise, you ate a little bit of food. Only really having the stomach for a couple pieces of toast. Eddie had taken some bread from the pantry that was baked earlier in the week.

Before you knew it the sun started to go down which meant it was time to get ready and meet at the front. Eddie dressed in his usual attire – his dark jeans, leather jacket, bandana wrapped around the lower half of his face with his dark curls pulled back from his face. After putting his hoots on, he slipped one of his knives inside and grabbed his pack. Your attire wasn’t far off from his – you wore all black as well with one of your old jackets. You grabbed your sheath and strapped it to your thigh and placed your knives inside.

The two of you left the trailer and moved toward the front of the labs where everyone seemed to be waiting. Hopper stood at the gate with his arms crossed at his chest and a darkened look on his face. Weapons were passed out along with ammunition if needed. A holster sat on your hip with a pistol inside as a shotgun was strapped across your back.

Amongst the crowd, you spotted Robin who was standing off to the side with Steve. It wasn’t long till her eyes shot up and connected with yours – both of you giving the other a small smile. You wished that you were grouped with all your friends, so you could see for yourself that they were all safe. But you were lucky to even be placed with Eddie – something you were sure he asked Hopper for.

“Now!” Hopper spoke loudly, his voice booming over the crowd and causing everyone to stop and look in his way. “We are about to embark on something that his group had never had to do before. But I have all the faith that we will achieve what we all want by the end of tonight. I want everyone to be vigilant…be safe…and watch each other’s backs. I know I am asking a lot of you tonight. But in the end, it was for the better of this camp. They have taken too much from us. We do this for Nancy, Sarah, and any other life that was lost due to these monsters.”

From the corner of your eyes, you saw Eddie look down at you for a moment, reaching over to squeeze your hand tightly.

“Everyone is to sweep through their planned parts of the old mall, never end a section alone! Once your area has been cleared, move on to the next till we all meet in center court. We don’t fully know what we’re expecting – but let us come out as the victors.”

Everyone around you seemed to let out a roar or cheer of some sort, causing you to jump slightly. The people atop the gate slowly pulled it open before the large group of fighters started to pour out – some marching off to the left with Enzo and the others to the right with Hopper. You kept close to Eddie as the two of you moved with the group that was going off to the right. Each step you took caused your heart to jump more and more up into your throat.

“How about when all of this done, we got back to Ricks? Get away for a few days?” Eddie asked, his voice low as he spoke to you.

“Ricks?” You questioned, “Yeah, yeah that sounds good.”

Eddie smiled slightly, but this time, it didn’t reach his eyes like usual. “It’s a date then baby,”

You nodded your head and tried to force a smile onto your face, reaching for his hand and holding onto it tightly again. Finding peace in feeling the warmth of his hand in yours.

Ok! Ok! I am so sorry for this long pause between updates. I had a lot going on these last two weeks. Work, family, other shit - but I am back. The next chapter is going to be all battle. I was gonna place it here with this chapter but a nearly 6k+ word chapter seemed like a lot! If you enjoyed it, please like + reblog, it really helps! Come and chat or comment I love seeing people's views on the chapter updates! Hopefully, the smut wasn't too bad - but I wanted Reader and Eddie to have a moment before death, violence and zombies came back into the picture!

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[jae-bummer]

My Idol 3: Part Two

My Idol From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

My Idol is a South Korean competitive reality dating game show. It currently airs on Saturday nights on Jae-bummer’s blog. First broadcast in 2016, the show offers the opportunity for a lucky fan to go on seven blind dates with seven idols. The idol plans the date with the show throwing in a specific mission to complete during the day. At the end of the initial dates, the show opens up an audience vote to decide what four idols will move on to the second date.

My Idol 3: The Series

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In the history of My Idol, you didn't think you had ever seen someone genuinely excited about doing a mission before. Often times, contestants tended to dread the red envelopes, with some even refusing to open them. Jungkook, on the other hand, seemed almost more excited for this than anything you had discussed so far.

"To be honest," you grinned. "I thought the real adventure started when Yoongi was instilling a healthy amount of fear into all of us."

"Yeah," Jungkook cringed. "That wasn't part of the plan."

"What exactly was the plan?"

"Well..." he trailed, running a hand over the back of his neck. "He wouldn't tell me. He just said he was going to handle a few things."

"And that didn't set off any alarms?" you laughed.

Jungkook broke into a smile before shaking his head. "You try questioning him and see how far you get."

Directing your attention back to the task at hand, it was hard not to be enthusiastic when Jungkook was. Sliding a finger under the seal, he peeled the envelope open with a small pop. Grinning fiendishly, he slid the contents out and began to read.

"The healthiest relationships are those where you're a team! Grab a cold lunchbox at random and microwave it for the instructed time. While the timer is ticking, divide and conquer getting the rest of your snacks!"

"That doesn't sound too bad," you said quietly, suspicious as to why you got such an attainable mission.

"There's a second card," Jungkook hummed, waving it before reading. "See below for your shopping list. Confirm you have the correct brand and item before the timer runs out. Happy snacking!"

Looking over Jungkook's shoulder, your jaw dropped. The list of snacks had to have been 20 items long. You hadn't even heard of some of them before.

Glancing up at you, Jungkook smirked. "We're going to kill this."

"I hate to be pessimistic," you cringed. "But I don't even know what half of these things are."

"Okay," he said, furrowing his brows as he scanned the list. "We'll split the list in half. I'll take the ones you're not sure about."

"Oh," you breathed a sigh of relief. "You're familiar with everything then?"

"Nope," he grinned. "But I've got the spirit to make up for it."

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It hadn't taken long for the two of you to split up the list and finalize a game plan. The only thing you hadn't been able to factor in was the time you would be allotted, or how to navigate other people shopping at the convenience store.

You looked nervously from the cold lunch boxes to Jungkook. His expression was soft as he gazed at you. "Hey, we'll be able to do this, okay?"

"And what if we don't?" you grumbled. You knew the probability of succeeding at every mission given by My Idol was slim, but you weren't looking forward to any of the penalties. You had already made yourself look silly enough in your audition video, there didn't need to be another highlight reel of embaressing moments.

"If we don't, it'll be my fault," he grinned. "Just worry about your part. You're going to do great."

You felt your heart stutter as you appraised him. Jungkook was so open and giving with his words and emotions. Not once had he made you feel uncomfortable or unwanted. You knew this experience was new for the both of you, but you were clearly out of your depth. Coming into this, you felt like you were drowning, but Jungkook proved to be an increasingly proficient swimmer.

"Do you want to pick?" he asked, finally looking away to you and toward the meals.

You chuckled uneasily. "I trust you."

"Might be your downfall," he joked, reaching in and grabbing what looked to be a pretty involved meal set. Checking for any sort of instructions, he let out a hiss. "Two minutes."

"That's fine," you nodded, trying to pump yourself up. "Two minutes. A whole 120 seconds. That's a lot of time."

"You're right," he said, nodding as well. Crossing the aisle, he began to remove some of the plastic packaging before popping the food into one of the available microwaves. "I believe in us."

Shutting the door, his fingers hovered above the numbers before he thought better of it. Dropping his hand to his side, he moved back toward you, grabbing your wrist instead.

"Wha-" you managed as he shuffled you toward the counter.

Lifting your hand with his, he smiled. "We'll do it together."

Letting out a soft huff of amusement, you allowed him to navigate your fingers toward the "Start" button. "Together."

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Your breath was ragged as the microwave beeped loudly across the convenience store. Stopping just short of running into you, Jungkook grinned wildly in your direction, his eyes lit with excitement.

"We did it," he said, his voice gravelly. "We did the damn thing."

You laughed, looking at his now haphazard hair. Reaching up, you flattened a few strands back into his ponytail. The small movement caused him to go incredibly still, his eyes darting around your face before looking away. Once fixed, you took a step back, only to see him zoned out and biting his lip.

"Do you really think we got everything?" you whispered. Looking from his basket to yours, you were relieved to see quite a few snacks in both.

"If we didn't, we definitely got close," he murmured. "I'm proud of us either way."

A more lovely man simply did not exist. You were sure of it.

It wasn't long before the production crew seized your baskets and began analyzing everything. You were too nervous to speak, so you remained anxiously silent as you watched them.

"It looks like everything is here," one of the producers confirmed. "...besides the tuna and kimchi kimbap."

"What!" you and Jungkook gasped in unison. You thought back to your mad dash. That one was on your list, and you were certain you had grabbed it.

"It's not here," the producer sighed, pulling a red envelope from the back of his jeans.

"Wait, wait, wait," Jungkook said, stepping forward. "Let me look."

"We already looked at everything," another producer piped in. "It's not there."

"Then you'll have no problem letting me look too," he asserted, his hands already picking through the snacks. Sitting each one on the table in the order they were written, he paused. Looking over his shoulder at you, he smirked. "Found it."

When the producers were checking everything, it looked like the baskets had only been shuffled through. You watched with pride as Jungkook pulled the kimbap out from under the baked eggs.

"Oh," the producer said numbly. Stuffing the envelope back into his pocket, he sighed. "Well done."

"Well done," you muttered. You were going to have to keep a close eye on them.

"Now, to celebrate," Jungkook grinned, his nose scrunching. "Let's go go go!"

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Settling into one of the plastic tables outside of the 7-Eleven, you assisted Jungkook with spreading out your winnings. You took turns going back and forth to heat up various things, but it didn't take long before you sat side by side.

"Mmmm," Jungkook groaned, taking a bite of the hot bar you had just set in front of him. "I haven't had one of these in forever."

"Not enough time?" you asked, taking a bite as well when he offered it to you.

"I order in a lot," he nodded. "I don't really like leaving my apartment."

You furrowed your brow as you chewed thoughtfully. "Why not?"

Heaving a sigh, Jungkook glanced up at the cameras before looking back at you. "Things can get a little crazy when you're a..."

"Idol?" you supplied. "Celebrity?"

"Something like that."

"Right,' you said slowly. Of course he treasured his privacy. He had so little of it. "But I'm curious, if you like to keep to yourself, why sign up for My Idol?"

"Why'd you sign up?" he shot back quickly with a teasing tone.

"I asked you first," you smirked.

Smiling in return, Jungkook resumed picking through the food. "I've realized that since I became an adult, I've gotten really introverted. It's hard to meet people when you're locked behind a door with your pets all day. I had some talks with friends, and they all thought this experience would be good for me."

You supposed you could appreciate that. "It's a chance for you to grow then?"

"Mmm," he hummed, mid chew. "In a way. I want to grow as a person, but it would be nice to grow with someone as well. You'll have to understand, I haven't really been "alone" since I was 15, so it's a double-edged sword. I crave that comfort, but at the same time, I've been burned by people who I thought I could trust."

"It's hard to be vulnerable," you nodded. "This is a chance to do that while also keeping rails around it."

"Exactly," he grinned. "I wasn't going to crawl out of my hole unless I felt safe to some extent.

Now, what about you? What made you submit your audition tape?"

"Alcohol," you laughed. "And a friend who said I needed to live a little."

"I think our friends would like each other then," he chuckled. "Both sat in front of a 7-Eleven because we were peer pressured to go on the highest stakes blind date possible."

"Hey, the 7-Eleven has been fabulous," you hummed. "And it's sentimental to you."

Looking over his shoulder, Jungkook gazed fondly at the building. "It really is. There's nothing like the feeling of practicing for eight hours and then stumbling down the street for some ramen."

"Eight hours?" you croaked.

"I was an underachiever, really."

You quickly narrowed your eyes at him, but immediately realized he was joking. Letting out a small huff, you shook your head. "How were your leg muscles even willing to make the trip after all of that?"

"It wasn't great," he winced. "But I was young and running off of the feeling of just belonging to something. When my members would be too tired to come out, I'd offer to carry them. Many a piggyback ride happened on the way to this place."

You tried to picture it. Jungkook who was barely a teenager and the slightly older teenagers who were made to raise him. They worked as hard as their bodies would allow until they finally got some recognition. They were sent catapulting into fame only to work harder than they ever had. There was something admirable about the journey to become an idol, but there was no way you could ever push yourself as hard as them. It took a special type of dedication.

You looked at Jungkook, assessing his features as he snacked. There was still so much of his youth in his adult features. While his softness had changed into hard edges, that child-like light never left his eyes. That mischievous tug never fell from his lips. The world had tried to beat him down so many times (and that's only what you saw on the tabloids.) Each time though, he picked himself back up and tried again.

You felt your chest give a tug. He really was someone you could grow close to if given the right circumstances.

Glancing up, his eyes caught yours. Smiling shyly, he dabbed at his mouth with a napkin. "Is there something on my face?"

"Oh," you squeaked. "Oh, no."

He leaned in close to you as if to share a secret. "You were supposed to say "Yes, Jungkook, there's beauty dripping everywhere."

You let out a surprised laugh as he crinkled his nose. "How silly of me! Here, let me help you."

Grabbing for his napkin, you began to dab his face playfully. "I'm worried that when I'm done, there won't be anything left to look at!"

Jungkook was erupting into full on giggles at this point, smacking your hands lightly as they roamed around his cheeks.

"Maybe if I took some for myself," you murmured, dabbing the paper on either side of your face. "I'll be as good looking as you."

"You already are," he said, breathless from laughing.

Getting caught on an exhale, you stilled. "Yeah, okay."

"Seriously!" he smiled, reaching up to boop your nose. "Sure, you might have things that you consider imperfections, but they give you character. I like looking at you."

You laughed through your nose. "I like looking at you too, Jungkook."

"That's as good as a declaration of love!" he gasped. "Move me on to the second round!"

"I'm not exactly sure that that's how it works," you sighed. "But nice try."

Jungkook looked down with a small smile. "I really would like to make it."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," he continued, still not looking at you. "I've had so much fun. And now I know you enough to make me want to know you even more."

"Hey," you chimed, setting your hand lightly atop of his. "You will be a very hard act to follow."

"You think so?" he smirked, finally looking up. "Maybe I should have taken you somewhere more special. Something the viewers-"

"Nope," you cut in. "This place of full of memories that you actually wanted to share. That's not easy when you're giving a small piece of your world to a stranger."

"It is a small piece of my world," he affirmed. "And it's been nice to be able to come back. I was worried it may have turned into something else by now. Thank you for taking care of that memory for me."

"No more talk about the next rounds or what viewers will think," you nodded. "Only talk about what's on your mind and show me pictures of your dog."

This would be the part of the show where the cameras cut away and come back to a montage of you and Jungkook laughing together, the two of you crowded around his phone, or tossing food into each other's mouths. You could almost see the editing as the time ticked by. While your conversation remained light and silly, it was so beneficial in getting to know the person you were expected to form a connection with.

Before you could even realize, hours had flown by. Glancing up in a daze, you realized the producers had been signaling for the two of you to wrap things up. Looking from the camera crew and back to you, Jungkook smiled sadly. "I don't think I want this night to end."

Ruffling his hair now that it had long ago abandoned his ponytail, you stood. "The sun is going to come up pretty soon and end it for us."

Jungkook nodded as he pulled himself to his feet as well. Wrapping his arm around you, he tucked you neatly into his side before strolling slowly toward the My Idol SUVs. You felt completely drunk without a single drop of alcohol coursing through your system. The two of you had entered your own little bubble, sprinkled with magic, and the promise of new beginnings.

"Even if I don't make it, we'll have to do this again," his voice cut through your thoughts.

You looked up at him with wide eyes. The implication of that sentence immediately sent your mind reeling to the previous two seasons.

"No, no, no," he said quickly, spinning you by the shoulders to face him. "Not like that. Just...spending time with you. It's been damn near therapeutic. I don't want to let that go. Whether it's as friends or something more."

"Oh," you breathed, your shoulders relaxing.

"I hope you had as much fun as I did," he smiled. "You did, right? If not, lying is acceptable. I'm fragile."

"I had a great time," you laughed. "It's been a treat getting to know you, Jungkook."

"You were better than any snack," he continued, his eyes dancing with amusement. "Well, maybe not the choco pies. Not much is better than choco pies."

"Understood and no offense taken," you grinned. "I'll see you soon."

"Soon," he confirmed, pulling you into his arms and wrapping them tightly around your waist. Setting his chin on the top of your head, he let out a sigh.

You took a deep breath in, trying to let yourself be surrounded by all things Jungkook. Although you had spent hours outside, he still smelled lightly floral. Pressed to his chest, you had never felt so warm and secure.

Finally pulling away, the loss of Jungkook's body was a stark one. You could've stayed in his arms for much longer, but you would still be unhappy when you had to let go.

Opening the car door for you, he provided his hand to grasp and ease your way in. Plopping on the seat, you turned to face him. "Thanks for tonight."

"I should be thanking you," he said quietly. Before you could realize what he was doing, he placed a soft kiss on your cheek. You sat in silence as he took a few steps back and shut the door.

Your hand immediately flew up to your face, gingerly touching the area of skin that now felt like it was on fire. Looking out the window, you smiled as he gave a small wave. Before you could return it, the driver steered away.

You sat on the feeling for a moment, trying your hardest to take everything in. Jungkook felt like a schoolyard friend that you had a crush on and were finally getting to act on it. It was that elated feeling of liking someone and finding out that they liked you back.

If you already had this level of warm and fuzzy from a man you just met, what would happen on your next six dates?

"Get it together, Y/N," you muttered, watching the 7-Eleven fade behind you. "You're just getting started."

To Be Continued.

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[meegadeeth]

☆ 𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 - 𝐒𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅 ☆

Warnings / Includes❗️:

✩ Sex (penis in booty)

✩ Praising/degrading

✩ Hair pulling

✩ Masturbation (also masturbation denial)

✩ Jerking off

✩ Fingering

✩ Kissing/making out

✩ Biting/leaving hickeys on neck

people included/mentions; slash, duff mckagan, izzy stradlin, steven adler, axl rose

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The five band members sat around the front of the bus, trying to pass time. Everyone was hot, bored, and irritated. "How much longer?" Steven whined. "..like two hours." Izzy responded. "I swear to fucking God if you ask how much longer, one more time, I'm gonna make you eat your teeth!" Axl complained.

"Okay, chill the 'tude, Ax." Izzy raised his eyebrows at the ginger. Axl rolled his eyes. "I saw that, asshole."

"I don't care, fuck off!" Axl looked anywhere but at Izzy.

"You're difficult, you know that?" Izzy sighed, leaning back in his seat.

"Oh, please, tell me something I don't know." Axl huffed. Izzy couldn't help but smile to himself. "What's funny?" Axl asked, annoyed. "Nothing." Izzy shrugged. "Well, you're smiling, so it's something."

"Maybe, I'd tell you if you weren't being a dick." Izzy grinned when Axl flipped him off. Duff laughed at his two friends. They were obviously totally into each other; Axl has too much ego to admit it and Izzy probably doesn't want to believe his feelings.

His focus broke away from Axl and Izzy when his boyfriend, Slash, yawned and laid his head on Duff's shoulder. "You alright?" Duff asked him. "Yeah..'m just tired."

"You should go sleep in the bunks then; you don't want to hurt your back before a show." Duff suggested, putting his arm around Slash. "Yeah. I'll see you later." He said, looking at Duff with a softened expression. "Bye." Duff smiled at Slash.

"Bye." Slash kissed Duff's cheek before heading towards the bunks. "Where the fuck are you going?" Axl asked him. "Your mom's house." Slash responded before saying, "I'm gonna go sleep. You should try it after getting the stick out of your ass."

Izzy turned his head to laugh.

"Izzy!" Axl looked at him to say something. "Slash, stop!" Izzy managed while trying to hold in his laugh. "You're laughing!" Slash said back before climbing into the bunk.

"You're no help, fuckhead!" Axl crossed his arms. "I'm sorry!" Izzy said, still laughing. Axl turned his body away from Izzy, ignoring him. "Aw, come on, Ax. You know I love ya." Izzy said, trying to get Axl's attention. "Shut up.." Axl mumbled.

"There's nothing to do!" Steven huffed, sitting on the couch with Duff. "Yeah, it sucks." Duff agreed, watching his fingers pick at his ripped clothing.

"It's so fuckin' hot I'm about to go into prostitution for water and a fan." Axl complained, causing Izzy, Steven, and Duff to laugh. "What? I'm serious." He said before smiling.

Duff decided to go join Slash. "Bye, loverboy." Axl waved mockingly at Duff. "Says you." Duff rolled his eyes. "What's that supposed to mean?" Axl asked, crossing his arms. "You know exactly what I mean, future Mr. Stradlin." Duff sassed back.

Duff reached the bunks. Slash was laying on his side, his back faced Duff. He ran his hand along Slash's side, "Are you still up?" Duff whispered. "Yeah." Slash mumbled. Duff climbed into the top bunk with Slash, wrapping his arms around Slash's waist. "Why'd you come back here? It sounded like you guys were having fun." Slash asked. "I missed you." Duff mumbled, kissing Slash on the neck.

Slash smiled when he felt Duff's soft lips touch his skin, shifting his body to catch Duff in a kiss. Duff was about to stop the kiss, but Slash's hand slid under Duff's t-shirt, running up his stomach and chest. When they stopped for air, Duff smirked, "Somebody's in a good mood."

Slash was a little embarrassed by Duff's comment, but it didn't stop him. He kissed Duff again, his fingers tangling in his blonde hair. Duff finally took the memo and ran his hands over Slash's body. Slash moaned when Duff squeezed his thighs. "Wait, I thought you were tired?" Duff asked. "Just shut up and kiss me." Slash connected their mouths again.

Duff slipped his tongue into Slash's mouth, his hands rubbed Slash's thighs. Duff started to feel his pants tighten as Slash whined, finding any part of him to touch. Duff slowly got on top of Slash, hovering over the curly haired boy.

They separated and Duff kissed a trail from Slash's lips to his navel. Duff came back up and gave Slash another quick kiss before undoing his pants, fumbling them quite a bit. Once he finally got them undone he quickly slid them down his legs and tossed them off the side of the bunk, onto the floor.

He easily tossed his shirt over his head, the shirt joined the pants on the ground. Slash grabbed Duff by the hips, making him come closer. "Shit, you're so hot." Duff groaned, placing himself between Slash's thighs. Slash started taking his pants off. Duff quickly got impatient and started helping him. Slash raised his hips and Duff got them out from under him, tossing them to the floor; Slash quickly threw his shirt off.

Slash kissed Duff, wrapping his arms around his neck to make him lean down more. "Duff..please." Slash moaned, slightly grinding against Duff. "Please, what, darling?" Duff's eyes were completely full of lust.

"Touch me." Slash held back a whine, not wanting to feel too pathetic in the moment. Duff pulled Slash's boxers off and took Slash's penis into his hand. He tilted his head back, groaning, as Duff slowly stroked him.

Duff observed Slash's facial expressions as he did so. After a couple of minutes, his eyebrows were raised, eyes closed, mouth parted, and he was bucking his hips into Duff's large hand. He ran his thumb over the slit, bathing in Slash's moans.

"Fuck..Duff.." Slash bit his hand, attempting to keep himself quiet. "Be good and keep your hips down." Duff said, looking Slash in the eyes. Slash calmed down and relaxed, taking a breath. Duff started stroking him again, slowly. He loved watching Slash's chest rise and fall multiple times.

Suddenly, Duff's strokes quickly got faster, making Slash's hips buck again; It felt too good and he couldn't help himself. Duff impatiently stopped stroking Slash, taking his hand off of his hard dick. "Duff..im sorry..please.." Slash said while trying to catch his breath.

"No. You can sit there and wait. I already told you once."

"Please? I was cl-" Duff cut him off with a kiss, "I said no, darling." Slash figured it would be better to stop talking. Duff was the sweetest person you could ever meet, but piss him off and you'll regret it, especially if he has power over you in situations like this.

Duff stopped hovering over Slash, instead sitting across from him. Duff palmed himself through his boxers, letting out low groans. Slash didn't look; it was unfair. Duff peeled his boxers off, tossing them to the side. Now, Slash was contemplating on giving Duff his full attention.

Duff started stroking his hard dick; he furrowed his eyebrows before groaning rather loudly. Slash slowly turned his head to see one of the top 10 hottest sights he's ever seen. The bandana on his forehead was slightly damp from sweat, his chest was shining with sweat, and his pretty green eyes locked with Slash's brown ones.

"Come over here." Duff demanded, trying to catch his breath. Slash crawled towards him, thinking he would get something out of it. He rolled his eyes when Duff told him what he was doing, "Suck it." Duff didn't seem to notice Slash's behavior.

Slash got on his knees before leaning down to take some of Duff into his mouth; his hands rested on Duff's thighs, propping himself up.

He ran his tongue across Duff's slit, earning some pre-cum. Duff got a fistful of Slash's dark curls and pulled him down more; Slash took the hint and put more of Duff's dick into his mouth. Duff moaned, tugging at Slash's curls, "Fuck, I love your mouth!" Slash mentally patted himself on the back.

Slash bobbed his head up and down, loving the praises falling from Duff's mouth,

"You're so fucking hot..."

"Fuck, I love you!"

"You're such a good boy for me."

"What did I do to deserve you?"

and Slash was loving every bit of it. He loved it so much that he took all of Duff's length. "Holy shit!" Duff groaned, moving Slash's hair out of his face to see him better. Duff started face fucking Slash; his mouth felt so good around the tall blonde's dick. Slash got used to his length, but knew he was still going to have a sore throat later.

Slash reached down to touch himself, only getting in a couple of strokes, before Duff noticed and grabbed his hand, interlacing their fingers. Slash rolled his eyes and earned another tug to his curls, more force being used this time; Slash moaned around Duff's length. Duff threw his head back, mouth open and sweat dripping from his forehead.

When it started feeling a little too good, Duff pulled Slash off of him. Slash sat back and caught his breath, breathing harshly. "You did so good, darling." Duff rubbed Slash's thigh. Duff pulled Slash onto him; Slash instinctively straddled him.

Duff kissed Slash, one hand in his hair and the other tracing his hole. Slash backed into his hand, wanting more. Duff slipped a finger into his hole; a startled noise, followed by a moan, came from Slash. Duff slipped his tongue into Slash's mouth, colliding with the other's tongue. Duff's finger pumped in and out of Slash. God, Slash looked so desperate; he was having the time of his life off of making out and one finger.

"You're so fuckin' pathetic. I bet you could get off with one of my fingers, just one, couldn't you, slut?" Duff said, running his finger over Slash's prostate. Slash moaned, letting his head fall onto Duff's shoulder. "Answer me!" Duff gripped Slash's hair, lifting his head back up, "Couldn't you?"

"Yes! Yes.." Slash quickly answered before begging for another finger; Duff granted his wish. Slash arched his back as Duff stretched him out, scissoring him, "Oh my God, Duff!" Drips of pre-cum fell onto Duff's thigh.

"You want another, whore?" Duff asked Slash. Slash nodded, "Yeah." He groaned as Duff's third long, slender finger entered him. He quickly pumped the fingers in and out of Slash, loving the plethora of moaning and cussing leaving the darker boy's lips. Slash savoured the feeling that Duff's fingers gave him.

"Mmm you wanna ride me?" Duff asked, kissing his neck and jawline. "Yes." Slash quickly said, eagerly; Duff smirked and removed his fingers from Slash before slightly leaning back to give Slash a little room. Slash held himself up with Duff's shoulder, slowly sinking down.

Duff grabbed his waist, holding him so he could adjust; when Slash did, he sunk down even more. If Duff told you it didn't feel good, he would be completely lying. Slash moaned as all of Duff's length filled him up. Slash adjusted for a minute, Duff rubbed circles into his hips.

Finally, Slash started to slowly ride him. Slash wanted to close his eyes so badly, but didn't, wanting to see how good of a job he's doing to Duff. Duff caught on to what he was doing and attempted to not show too much emotion; of course his face wasn't completely blank, but it didn't look very satisfied.

Slash decided to ride Duff even faster, using a specific motion that made Duff go crazy. Duff groaned and slowly threw his head back, not being able to keep the expression he thought he could.

Slash moaned as Duff's dick hit him in all the right spots. "Oh, Duff.." Slash wrapped his arms around Duff's neck and desperately kissed him. Duff ran his nails up and down Slash's sides, sending shivers down his spine. Duff brought one of his hands up to the back of Slash's neck, slightly pulling him closer.

He slipped his tongue into Slash's mouth again, feeling every inch of his mouth he could. Duff separated, attaching his mouth to Slash's neck. Slash tensed slightly when he felt Duff take his skin between his teeth, but quickly relaxed as Duff ran his hands up and down Slash's back.

Duff would move around on his neck until biting down on a spot that made Slash's back arch. Duff sucked on the skin, listening to Slash's groans and moans. Duff groaned against Slash's skin, his hot breath hitting Slash's neck. Slash's speed picked up as Duff's tip grazed over his prostate, once he found the angle again.

"Mmmh.." Duff's groan was muffled as he bit down on Slash's skin out of pure pleasure. Slash threw his head back as Duff penetrated his spot, "Oh my God..." After Duff left a good enough mark on Slash he licked the sensitive skin to soothe the agitated spot before leaning back to look up at Slash, attempting to keep the view stuck in his head.

He had hair matted to his sweaty forehead, lips parted, and his wild hair bounced as he rode. "You're doing so fucking great, Slash. You're being so good." Duff panted out, feeling the heat between the two.

Slash whined in response to the praise. God, he loved when praises fell out of Duff's sweet, angelic mouth, and past his pretty lips.

"You're so gorgeous. I don't want anyone but you. Fuck, I love you!" Duff groaned, looking at the handsome man above him. "You're pretty too, Duffy. You make me feel so different from anyone else, I love you.." Slash moaned, digging his finger's into Duff's shoulder; he didn't seem to notice.

They were in complete ecstasy, never wanting to forget the moment. Slash felt hypnotized by Duff's words, as if he was some sort of a sex slave. Duff ran his hands through Slash's sweaty curls; he wondered how Slash had enough patience to keep and take care of his long, difficult hair.

Once Duff saw the look on Slash's face he grabbed his hips and thrusted into him, after noticing he looked a little tired.

"Shit!" Slash's whole body shook as Duff slammed right into his prostate. "Right there?" Duff asked. Of course he knew, he just wanted to hear Slash's desperate voice confirm it. "Yes! Right there, Duff!" Slash moaned as Duff thrusted up into him. Slash's jaw went slack as the pleasure overtook him.

Duff's fingers dug into Slash's skin as he felt Slash pulsating around him, "Goddamn, you feel so good, baby..."

Slash felt the familiar feeling crawl up his stomach, "I'm close!" Duff pounded into Slash even harder than before, causing Slash's grip on Duff's shoulder to tighten. Duff felt close so he wrapped one of his hands around Slash's throbbing dick. He started pumping Slash to the rhythm of his thrusts.

"Duff!" Slash moaned, relishing in all the pleasure he was feeling at once. "I'm gonna cum!" Slash's whole body shook again as he curled his toes, cumming all over himself and Duff's stomach. After a couple of more thrusts Duff came inside of Slash.

Slash's body went limp, his head resting on Duff's shoulder. "Are you okay?" Duff asked while trying to catch his breath. "Mhm." Slash nodded, closing his eyes. Duff rubbed Slash's back, slowly laying him on his back so he could get up to clean them up.

Duff grabbed some tissues, cleaning up their mess. He threw on just a pair of comfortable sweatpants before going back to the bunk, "Sweetheart, do you want sweats or shorts?"

"Mmm..shorts." Slash tiredly mumbled. Duff grabbed a pair of Slash's shorts and put his feet through the holes, sliding the pair up his legs, "Can you lift your hips?" Duff asked. Slash did and Duff pulled the shorts the rest of the way up.

"Are you guys done in there yet? I need to get my cigarettes." Axl knocked on the door to the bunks. Slash covered his face in embarrassment, forgetting that there were three other people, plus the driver, on their bus. "Yeah." Duff calmly said. Axl walked in and went to his bag that was on his bed, rummaging through it until he found the pack of cigs.

"So..you two had fun, huh?" Steven teased at the doorway. "Shut up, Stevie!" Slash said, still covering his face. Duff laughed and shook his head while sitting on the edge of the bunk, next to Slash.

"Well, we know who had sex first this show. Everyone needs to give me a 20 now." Izzy said looking around. "That's not fucking fair!" Axl argued. "Yes, it is. I said I bet it's gonna be Duff, and it was."

"But that's different because it's Duff and Slash. I said by a groupie." Axl said back. "You never said by a groupie! Steven, back me up." Izzy turned to Steven. "You didn't say it had to be with a groupie, Ax." Steven said, siding with Izzy. "Whatever." Axl huffed and handed Izzy the money.

Duff, Slash, and Steven gave Izzy the fairly earned money. "You guys wanna come watch a movie?" Izzy asked the couple. "I'm takin' a nap." Slash rolled over, his back facing everyone. "I'm staying with Slash." Duff said.

"The way you two were talking to each other, it sure seemed like some type of movie." Steven commented. "Steven!" Slash threw the pillow at his head, causing Duff and Izzy to laugh. "Come on, Stevie." Izzy grabbed Steven's hand and shut the door behind them.

Duff laid down next to Slash, wrapping an arm around him. Slash shifted his body to turn around, "I love you, Duffy."

"You love my dick too." Duff smiled when he saw Slash roll his eyes, "Yeah, Yeah, shut up."

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[xylinara]

I’ve been reading your Sluff fanfics and omg I absolutely adore them! 😍😍😍

Thank you so much! I've been missing writing lately with everything that's been going on IRL; this was great to see <3

[madamsixx]

An Aaliyah and duff fanfic hopefully his wife Susan doesn’t read it 🤭

Girl... I think Susan reads fanfic because she called Duff and Slash Sluff. That's there supposed ship name.

[sodalitefully]

Sluff, shenanigans.

Slash groaned and flopped backward on the bed.  "Man, don't call it 'fooling around'..."

"Why not?"

"It makes it sounds like we're teenagers, I don't know."

"Well, what should I say?  Our sexcapades?"

"Dude, no — "

"Shag-nanigans?"

"Christ.  I'm gonna pretend I never heard that, Duff." Slash rubbed his face with the heel of his hand, wiping away his perturbed reaction to Duff's ill-attempted wordplay. He rolled onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow and picking at lint on the blanket as he continued. "I just meant... We've been doing this for a while. I think we're a little past 'fooling around' now. You know?"

Slash didn't look up to watch Duff's reaction, but his shoulders lost some of their tension when he felt a hand rest on his thigh.

"Yeah, I know."

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#thanks for the prompt <3 #sodafics #sluff #slash #duff mckagan #gnr #gnr fanfic

[kumezyzo]

Heart Eyes | Sawamura Daichi

SUMMARY.... He forgot about the previous night during practice. So, when he didn't hide the scratches, he was in for some teasing.

Warnings... Smut (flashbacks but still descriptive) | Fluff (?) | Crack (?) | [Deadass cant think of anything else]

Authors Note... I have no idea if this will get any attention but its worth a shot. Also, I want to know who to write for and my Tsukki fics are the only ones getting attention so please give feedback or any sort of recommendation's plz... Enjoy!

Daichi usually laughed off anything that most people would find embarrassing. So, when Suga started teasing him about the red scratch marks on his back and hickeys on his neck after his long weekend, he just laughed with a pink face.

I walked towards the boys gym, readying myself to watch out for any stray volleyballs hurdling towards me. My body went into autopilot on the walk there. I thought back to the weekend i got to spend with my boyfriend.

"You look so pretty. All fucked out and drooling." He grunted out. I could only whine in response.

He chuckled but it was cut off by a moan. 'Fuck' he muttered under his breath, keeping up his pace trying to not pay attention to my nails raking his back.

He gripped my jaw, making me stare him in the eyes. I moaned out feeling the climax building with each-

I shook my head from the lewd memories. I took a shallow breath and let it out, in hopes to calm down. I touched my face to try and cool it down, hoping I wasn't too red.

I let out a tiny squeal at the memory before opening the doors to the gym. I heard loud laughing and exaggerated moans coming from the group of high school boys.

I saw Daichi glaring at his teammates before I spoke.

"Is everything alright?" I said, laughing quietly. Daichi's eyes widened, walking towards me. Suga on the other hand ran towards me, trying to get to me first.

"Y/N! Finally!" Suga wrapped his arm around my shoulders, walking me towards the rest of the volleyball players. "Daichi was telling us about you fun weekend!"

My eyebrows furrowed and I stared at Daichi. "Uh huh, and what exactly did he say?" I asked, still staring at my boyfriend.

"Well he showed us the souvenirs!" Suga said, letting go of me and walking over to the very person I was still staring at.

Suga lifted the back of Daichi's shirt, grinning to himself. He then tried to turn him around, but Daichi didn't budge.

"Bitch, move!" Suga said, grunting and causing team to bark out laughing. Then he finally got him to turn around.

My eyes landed on the glaring read lines going down his back. I pursed my lips and looked around at the gym and the walls.

"damn, thats some good architecture." I said looking around, the gym then filled with more laughs. I laughed as well, feeling my cheeks heat up.

I looked at my boyfriend, laughing as he also blushed. They saw the scratches but I saw the heart eyes he gave me.

#daichi smut #daichi fluff #haikyuu crack #haikyuu smut #haikyuu sluff #haikyuu #haikyu #fanfic #sawamura daichi x reader #sawamura daichi #daddy daichi #i hate myself #i cant think of tags #i suck at tags #daichi

[ocean-ai]

Pentagon Masterlist

🔞=Smut, 💞=Fluff, 💔=Angst

Hongseok: 

Early Mornings 🔞💞

Shinwon: 

I Think There’s Something You Should Know 💞

Yuto:

Let’s Stay Like This 🔞💞

Wooseok: 

I Don’t Care 🔞

#Pentagon #Pentagon Fanfic #Pentagon sluff #Pentagon smut #Lee Hwitaek #Hui #Jo Jinho #jinho #Yang Hongseok #Hongseok #Ko Shinwon #Shinwon #Yeo Changgu #Yeo One #Yan An #Yanan #Adachi Yuto #Yuto #Kang Hyunggu #Kino #Jung Wooseok #Wooseok #Pentagon Masterlist #Masterlist

[comfycomer]

I Do I Better: Part 3 (Villaneve fluff)

Part 1 || Part 2 

Eve didn’t remember falling asleep. She hardly remembered anything besides the feel of Villanelle’s fingers, lips, and tongue. It had been a whirl wind of a day. Or had it been night when the two arrived at the hotel? Eve couldn’t recall.

So, when she woke to find herself lying in a pool of blonde locks she felt slightly confused. But it only took seconds for her to realize that is was Villanelle’s soft hair that was cradling her face.

That’s when Eve decided to move her fingers. They were touching something soft, and – wait – was that a bellybutton? Eve’s fingers moved back and forth every to slightly feeling her way around until she came to the realization her arm was draped over Villanelle’s waist and her hand was resting on her stomach. After a bit more exploring Eve came to the conclusion that Villanelle was naked.

That’s when Eve realized she too was bare. As this realization came to her, more details from the previous day came to mind. The bus, the kiss, and all the sex. So much sex. No wonder Eve was so tired.

A smile then spread across her lips. The memories of the day before were certainly eventful to say the least. Talk about escalating quickly. And now finding herself holding onto Villanelle made her feel so peaceful. In fact, it was the first time Eve had felt content in ages. She closed her eyes and look a deep breath. The scent of Villanelle’s hair was divine.

“Good morning.”

Eve’s dark eyes flew open at the sound of the younger woman’s mellow voice. “Uhh…”

Slowly, Villanelle rolled onto her other side so that she and Eve were nose to nose. Those hazel eyes were half closed and a soft smile played on her lips. “Sniffing my hair is one way to wake me up I guess,” chuckled the assassin.

Eve’s cheeks burned red with embarrassment. “Oh, I wasn’t – I mean I didn’t -… Good morning”

“Weirdo,” Villanelle snickered. She raised a hand to Eve’s face and brushed a stray curl from her cheek.

The two women stared at each other for a moment merely looking over the other’s face taking it all in. Eve cleared her throat before breaking the silence. “Can- can you kiss me?” Villanelle’s brows raised.

“I just need to know. I need to know that this is real.”

A soft giggle escaped Villanelle. But she complied to Eve’s request and leaned forward until their lips met. It was a gentle and slow kiss that confirmed to Eve that this was in fact not a dream.

Eventually, Villanelle leaned back once she felt she had kissed Eve soundly enough. “So? Is it real?”

Eve nodded slightly and smiled. “Yesterday was-.”

But the younger woman cut Eve off. “For me too.”

The Asian woman sighed starring into those beautiful and tired eyes.

Villanelle grinned and bit her lower lip.

“Why are you smiling?” Eve inquired.

“You make me feel… Safe,” she explained.

“Safe?” The idea seemed a bit odd to Eve. “Last time we were in a bed together I stabbed you,” Eve couldn’t help but chuckle.

Villanelle rolled her eyes. “You stabbed me and I shot you. We’re even.”

“I guess so.” Eve shifted slightly so she could see Villanelle better. She propped herself up on her elbow. “I can’t believe we did that.”

“I’m glad we did.”

“Me too.”

“So…” Began Villanelle shyly avoiding eye contact. “Would you like to do it again?”

#villaneve #killing eve #ke #villanelle #eve polastri #villanelle x eve #eve x villanelle #fanfic #ke fnafic #villaneve fanfic #killing eve fanfic #villaneve fluff #smutt to sluff #villaneve smut

[let-me-write-shit]

Like We Used To: 24

A/N: You’ll want to read this one!!! Let me know what you think!

WARNING: SMUT!!! (****** will be at end and beginning so you can skip if you want)

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CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR:

The ride to Elizabeth’s parent’s house was fairly awkward for her, although Harry didn’t seem to notice much as he yapped away in the car about how happy he was that her and Anne still got along as well as they used to. He didn’t notice Elizabeth distracted in the passenger seat. Anne’s words of warning kept replaying in her mind. All of his previous relationships ended because of how busy he gets. Elizabeth knew that Anne was just trying to protect Elizabeth from getting hurt, but the fact that this was something Elizabeth was concerned about from the beginning made it slightly more concerning coming from Harry’s mom. All of it was new to her, so she figured that Harry’s world would be even more difficult compared to his model exes who have a better understanding of a busier lifestyle than her. This just meant that Elizabeth had to learn to be more patient, like Anne said.

They were minutes from Elizabeth’s childhood home when Harry pulled into a grocery store parking lot. He asked her to wait in the car for a minute while he ran in to grab something. Elizabeth watched, confused, as he jogged into the store. What could he possibly need? They already ate dinner and it was already 8 PM. When she saw Harry running back out a short time later, she shook her head.

“Suck up,” she teased as he got in, placing a bottle of wine, a bouquet of flowers, and a pack of oreos at her feet. 

He laughed, “Well you hated me after I left, so I can only imagine how your parents feel about me. I need to make sure I make a good impression this time around.”

She rolled her eyes, “My mom has always loved you. My dad...well, he’s just a sweetheart.”

“Yeah, but he kinda scares me a bit,” he admitted.

“He’s just protective. He means well.”

Harry commented on how crazy it was that he remembered the way to her house so easily, even after all of this time, and how everything seemed to be smaller than he remembered. He pulled into the driveway and took a deep breath, staring at the door. He did his best to hide it, but it was heartwarming to see how nervous he was. Elizabeth smiled at him until he was finally ready to get out. 

She led the way to the front door, pulling it open and stepping right in without knocking, as her parents were expecting them, and called out their names. Their cat, Binx, scurried across the landing, startled from their entrance as Elizabeth’s parents came running up.

“Oh, my baby!” Elizabeth’s mom, Kim, exclaimed, though her dad was the first to reach her. He pulled her into a hug, squeezing her tight and swaying her from side to side for a moment. Kim smacked her husband's back, “Alright, John, give me a turn!” John finally let go of his daughter and smiled lovingly at Elizabeth as Kim gave her an embrace. 

As soon as Kim pulled away, Elizabeth stepped towards Harry and said, “Remember this guy?”

“Of course we do!” Kim gushed, going in for a hug.

John held his hand out for a handshake and said, “How’s it going, rockstar?” grasping firmly.

Harry chuckled, “Great, thank you. I brought these for you both,” he extended the flowers and wine towards Kim.

“Oh my goodness, thank you!” Kim cried, “Why don’t you three head to the living room while I put these flowers in a vase and crack open this nice bottle of wine. Make yourselves comfortable.”

As Kim scurried towards the kitchen, John wrapped an arm around his daughters shoulders, pulling her in close to him and leading them towards the living room, Harry following behind. Harry looked around at the decor, and aside from updated photos that hung on the walls, everything was pretty much the same as it looked before he left.

The three of them took a seat on the couch while Elizabeth leaned in to her father’s side. Growing up, she was always extremely close to her family, especially her dad. She was definitely a daddy’s girl, and John reveled in it. He was wrapped around her finger from the minute she was born. Harry always commented on how nice it was that they were so close. It didn’t take long for Kim to come bouncing back in the room, carrying a small black storage box, and a few empty glasses with the wine bottle, beaming at them.

“What’s that?” Elizabeth sat up straight as her mom took a seat in a chair opposite the coffee table, placing the box down. 

Kim opened the lid and started pulling out discs, “When you told me that you were bringing Harry out, I had dad search for this in the attic. It’s old home videos of when you two were little kids. I figured you might want to see them.”

“I forgot we used to do that!” Elizabeth smiled over at Harry who sat up, excited.

While Kim put the disc in the dvd player, Harry poured everyone a glass of wine. Elizabeth smiled when she saw her 14 year old face pop up on the tv, blushing as all of her friends sang Happy Birthday to her. Matt and Harry could be seen blowing party horns in between lyrics. The next video captured was of her dad behind the camera, videoing through a window to see Harry, Elizabeth, Kate, Lewis, and Jimmy laying in the grass and talking in their bathing suits after having played with water balloons . It looked like Kate and Elizabeth were trying to sunbathe while Jimmy plucked at the grass. Harry was trying to be funny by putting grass on Elizabeth’s back. 

John’s commentary made Elizabeth laugh as he was heard saying things like, “This boy better watch himself,” and “That’s my girl! Get him!” when Elizabeth kicked Harry over, laughing when she realized what he was doing.

Another video was before a school dance. Elizabeth was in a hideous purple dress, hair in half-up curls, pinning a boutonniere on her then-boyfriend, Hendrick. Harry could be seen in the background standing with his girlfriend, Lily, amongst the rest of their friends but he was looking over at Elizabeth with a soft smile on his face. All of their parents were there shouting out different things to their kids and it was total chaos. 

As the four continued to watch, Elizabeth slowly started sinking into Harry’s shoulder, smiling and laughing with each video that was shown. She was grateful for her parents having caught so many memories of her growing up with her friends. Once it started getting into the timeframe where Harry had left, Kim had decided they had watched enough.

John set his empty wine glass on the coffee table and turned to face the young couple, “Guess I should have seen this coming,” he gestured towards the two of them, “Harry was staring at you in nearly all of those old videos. Here, I thought it was just some dumb puppy love you had for Lizzy back then.”

Harry as he laughed and looked between Elizabeth and John. “That’s what I thought, too.”

Elizabeth looked at the clock that read 10:12 PM and sat up, announcing, “Right, well I guess we should head out. It’s a long drive back.”

“Oh, well why don’t you two just stay for the night, then,” Kim suggested, “Your room is still there for you, and you have that pull out mattress for Harry.”

Elizabeth glanced up at Harry to read his face and when he shrugged at her, she nodded, “Alright, sure. I guess, we’ll just head up and get ready for bed? I’m pretty tired.”

The four stood up and Elizabeth kissed her parents goodnight. Harry gave them both a hug and as they ascended the stairs John called after them, “And no funny business, Harry!”

The two of them laughed as Elizabeth pushed her bedroom door open. Harry’s mouth fell, looking around the room. It looked almost exactly the same as he remembered it. Her room was still a pale pink color. Her desk and bookshelves cluttered with old school books and random knick knacks, and behind her daybed was fairylights that draped in a zig-zag motion, pictures clipped along the strands.

“Wow, this brings me back,” he gaped, leaning over her bed to get a better look at the pictures. He saw a ton of familiar pictures of a young Elizabeth with Kate and Celeste, he only saw one picture of him in it with their whole friend group, but where he remembered there being pictures of the two of them together, they were replaced with pictures of her college friends, and even a couple of pictures with her and Kyle, kissing.

Harry groaned, pulling one of the pictures off of the clip and waving it in the air, “Won’t be needing this anymore, will we?”

Elizabeth took it to see what he was talking about and chuckled, blowing air out of his nose, “I guess I should put it in my box.”

“Your box?” Harry questioned, eyebrow raising.

“Yeah!” Elizabeth exclaimed, pulling open her closet door, “My ‘Forget Me’ box. I think you might be in there, actually.”

Harry watched as she pulled a shoe box down from the shelf in her closet and plopped it on her bed. He sat down beside her when she lifted the lid, exposing a stack of pictures, some tacky jewelry, and two small books. He flinched when he saw the corner of one of the pictures and grabbed it to see himself and Elizabeth. In the picture she was smiling as Harry kissed her cheek aggressively, making her cheeks smoosh up. He recognized it as one of the pictures that used to be on the strand of fairy lights above her bed. There was even a notch in the top of the photo where the clip had held onto. 

“Why am I in the ‘Forget Me’ box,” Harry frowned.

Elizabeth looked at him, apologetically, “Well, I was mad at you back then. At least I didn’t throw them out.”

Harry nodded when he grabbed one of the books, “What’s this?”

She laughed, taking it out of his hands and flipping through it, “Oh my god, this is my old journal. There was some juicy stuff in here. I’m pretty sure I mentioned you a few times. Yep! Here’s one!” she chuckled, turning to a page. She read aloud.

‘Dear Diary,

Today Harry and I planned to meet up at the park again after our parents go to sleep. I’m a bit scared that my parents will catch me this time, but Jenny said she’d cover for me. I think Jenny thinks that Harry and I meet up to snog or something. I wouldn’t mind snogging Harry, but he has a girlfriend. I really hate Lily. And Harry says he’s not too keen on her, either. Well why is he with her, then? I swear boys can be real chodes sometimes! That stupid idiot! Honestly, I don’t know why I like him so much. I think his dimples might be cutting circulation off to his brain somehow. God, he’s cute! Last time he came over he said he’d lost his virginity the night before. Kinda pissed me off a bit, I’m not gonna lie. I bet he’s big. I had a dream last night that we had sex. It was so realistic, it was almost impossible to look at him in the eyes today. I can’t wait to lose my virginity. Anyways, wish me luck tonight.

Love, Lizzy <3’

Lizzy laughed as she read and looked over at her boyfriend when she finished and his mouth had fallen to the floor. “Jesus, you were a horny 15 year old,” he smirked. “I didn’t know you wanted me that badly, Lizzy. You should have told me.”

“I didn’t know you liked me! You had a girlfriend!”

“Only because I didn’t think you liked me!” Harry retorted. “You know, I remember that day I came over and told you I had lost my virginity. I never told you what happened, though. I mean, it only lasted for a couple minutes, but I remember I accidentally said your name that night in the middle of sex.”

“What?!” Elizabeth exclaimed, laughing.

Harry chuckled, “Yeah! She got pissed and started yelling at me, but I told her ‘I didn’t say Lizzy, I said Lily! You misheard because your names sound so similar! I was just breathing heavy.’ I don’t think she believed me, but she stopped arguing with me.”

“Is that why she was such a massive bitch to me all the time?” Elizabeth questioned.

“Probably,” Harry nodded, “God, I can’t even tell you how many times we sat on this bed, alone, and I just wanted to kiss you.”

“Yeah?” Elizabeth asked, seductively, pushing the box to the side, “Well come on, Styles. Now’s your chance.”

Harry smirked, crawling over towards Elizabeth. He pulled her legs so that she was scooched closer to him and he slowly brought his hand up to her cheek, kissing her softly on the lips. 

Elizabeth broke free, “What else did you always want to do in my bed?”

Harry looked down into her eyes before his gaze turned down towards her breasts, “A little bit of this,” he said, kissing her neck and hand hovering over her shirt that covered her breast. He ran it down and back up underneath her shirt, squeezing her firm breast that was covered by her favorite blue lacy bra.

“Anything else?” she whispered into his ear.

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Harry sat up, eyes darting all over Elizabeth’s body before something clicked in his head. In a rush of movement, Harry ripped Elizabeth’s shirt off of her, pushing her back on the bed and hovering over top of her, kissing her neck forcefully. She couldn’t help but let out a whimper as he sucked on a particular sweet spot at the base of her neck, dotting kisses down to her stomach. She felt her stomach flutter, aching for more of him. She used his position as an opportunity to pull his shirt off of him and just as quickly as his shirt was off, he was then pulling her pants off of her hips and down her legs. 

She watched with shallow breaths as her core throbbed, craving more. Their eyes met while he kissed her inner thigh, so close to where she wanted his mouth to be. His eyes darted towards the strand of pictures hanging just next to them, causing him to sit up. Harry outstretched his arm towards a picture of her and Kyle smiling and he pulled it off, turned it around, and clipped it back onto the strand so that the picture faced the wall.

“Don’t need him watching this,” Harry smirked, hovering back over Elizabeth, hooking his fingers into her underwear and pulling it down.

That action shouldn’t have aroused Elizabeth as much as it did, but sure enough, Elizabeth felt goosebumps form across her arms and stomach, her core throbbing even harder. Harry’s fingers grazed her lips as he sucked on her stomach, and just as he was about to insert his fingers, Elizabeth’s phone started ringing loudly somewhere on the bed beside them. 

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She sat up,frantically feeling around the comforter for her phone, blood boiling at the interruption. When she finally found it, she flipped the phone around to see the caller ID read ‘Kyle’. Before she could even digest who was calling her, Harry stood up furiously.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” He exclaimed, smacking a pillow off of the bed and onto the floor.

Elizabeth sat up tensely, never having seen him so angry before, “Sorry, I’ll just put my phone on silent...”

“It’s like he knew!” Harry cut her off. 

“Babe, come on! Let’s just…”

In the middle of her sentence, her phone dinged, signalling a text message. They both looked down to see Kyle had texted her ‘Please, honey. Why won’t you answer me? I love you.’

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Harry shouted, throwing his hands up in the air, “Why is he still messaging you? There’s no way he just calls and texts you for two months straight without a response! You should have blocked him by now! Especially now that we’re dating!”

Elizabeth sat up, heat rising to her cheeks, “First of all, I don’t like your insinuation. Yes, he’s called and texted me for two months without a single response. If you don’t believe me, I can prove it!” she opened her text conversations, quickly scrolling through the chat history to prove her point before looking back up into Harry’s face, a flicker of shame could be seen within his rage, “Secondly, I’m a grown ass adult. You don’t get to tell me what to do. You’re my boyfriend, not my father, not my boss, we’re a team. I didn’t block him because I didn’t think it was necessary to block him. If you were that upset with the occasional messages, you could have talked to me about it beforehand like an adult. You didn’t have to wait until I was naked in my childhood home, on my childhood bed, with my parent’s only three rooms down, to throw a temper tantrum like an absolute child.”

Harry’s expression softened, feeling slightly embarrassed by his actions. He quickly tried to defend himself, “You have three years of history with this guy! I don’t know if you truly don’t have any more feelings for him. Besides, I’m allowed to be a little jealous! Just like you were jealous when my ex was at my party…”

“Don’t even try to compare our situations,” Elizabeth cut him off, “My ex boyfriend is a cheating loser from no-one-gives-a-fuck-ville. I haven’t responded to a single attempt at him trying to reach me, have I? I didn’t invite him to my house to hang out with my family and new boyfriend, did I? I didn’t hug him or kiss his cheek when we left him at the club, did I? No, I let Matt kick his ass and left with you. Meanwhile, you invite your international model of an ex-girlfriend to a party at your house with a girl that you’re currently sleeping with, are overly friendly with her infront of me, and I barely say a damn thing. I most certainly didn’t lose my shit over it in the middle of foreplay. You’re Harry-fucking-Styles, for christ sake! Why the hell would I cheat on you for someone who cheated on me? Regardless, we just got done confessing our attraction for each other since we were fucking 14 years old. So don’t lecture me about my ‘3 year history’ with this guy when I’ve had 12 years of history with you! It’s always been you, Harry. Don’t you dare try to guilt me for having been in a relationship after you left.”

Elizabeth started to reach for her shirt that had been flung on the ground during their initial heavy-petting, when Harry grabbed her hand. She looked up into his eyes and read his face riddled with guilt and lust. She could tell, whatever she had said excited him. She knew what he was about to do, and she suddenly felt her anger that had been boiling away a minute ago fizzle into burning desire.

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Harry lunged at her, pinning her back down on the bed and kissing her harder than he had before, leaving trails of soft red marks across her skin down her stomach. Elizabeth’s back arched as his mouth attached to her slit, tongue circling her clit as his stubble massaged her sensitive skin surrounding. She clutched onto the sheets and yanked them, causing her ‘Forget Me’ box to crash down onto the floor, letting out a soft moan. 

Elizabeth pulled on his hair, forcing him up. He managed to kick his pants off as she whimpered, begging, “Fuck me, Harry.”

“Say it again,” he demanded, massaging his length, preparing himself for her.

She cried, desperate for him, “Please! Fuck me.”

Harry guided himself at her entrance, teasing her by only inserting the tip before taking it back. She groaned each time he did it, scraping his hips to try and get him to go in. Finally, after a few seconds of squirming, he pushed himself deep inside of her, feeling her walls tighten up around his throbbing cock. He threw his head back, pumping slowly in and out of her wet cunt, seemingly savoring every ounce of sensations that ran through his body, from the smell of her panting breaths, to the feeling of her soft skin, to the taste of her wine-stained tongue. 

Elizabeth noticed how intensely he stared at her eyes and her lips, how thoughtfully he touched her breasts, and her stomach, and her outer thighs, almost as if he was trying to memorize the shape of her. How purposefully he thrust himself inside her.

He pressed on her stomach, feeling his thrusts deepen and her walls started to pulsate, nearing her climax. Harry’s breath labored, thrusts becoming shorter as he panted her name, knowing that he would soon be coming to an end.

“Don’t stop,” she begged, “I’m almost there.”

“I’m gonna cum.”

“Please!” Elizabeth whined, “Keep going.”

Harry tried to hold out as long as he could, breathing heavily as she rubbed her clit to try and force herself to finish first. Elizabeth shoved her face into his arm, concentrating on every stroke of pleasure, biting her lip at the edge of climax.

“I can’t!” Harry panted, quickly pulling out of her and rubbing his length on her clit, cum erupting from his tip and being squished around by the movement of their bellies as Elizabeth continued to rub her clit alongside his lubricated cock, finishing milliseconds after him.

She let out a squeal as he pussy pounded, earning a breathy kiss from Harry as he fell on the bed beside her, both too exhausted to clean up the mess just yet, just listening to each other catch their breath.

**********************************

After a while, Elizabeth managed to grab his boxers, cleaning themselves off with that, before getting under the sheets, discussing how he would have to hide his boxers in his pocket before they left the next morning.

Elizabeth cuddled into Harry’s side with his arm around her shoulder, lightly drawing on his skin as he watched her face. A moment of comfortable silence later, Harry finally whispered, “I’m sorry.”

She nodded, understanding what he was referring to, and smiled, happy that the argument was over with. Elizabeth felt for her phone and brought it to her face, searching through her contact list. When she found Kyle's name, she clicked on it, scrolled, and clicked on ‘Block This User’, before tossing it to the side. Harry’s grip tightened around her and she felt his lips smash down on her head as she continued drawing shapes onto Harry’s skin, tracing a heart near his navel. She was happy.

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Only Know You Love Him When You Let Him Go Pt. 7

PART 1 // LAST PART // NEXT PART

Read it on AO3 HERE

Yes. The long awaited chapter is here (its only been a day but whatever!) This is also the longest chapter in the series so I hope you enjoy!

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I may not live to see our glory...

“What happened to him?” Was all Alexander thought he could say without the evident worry slipping through his voice.

Thomas’s reluctance to answer told Alexander whatever it was, it wasn’t good. “James told me he found John in their bathroom… He said he was covered in blood, and there was an empty pill bottle next to him.”

Alexander didn’t notice he was crying until he felt Thomas pull him into a hug. After a few moments he pushed him away. “No no no… It’s all my fault… I… I should have been there for him. I-” He was cut off by Thomas putting his hands on his shoulders, looking to him.

Alexander could see his fear. He could see how hard Thomas was trying to mask it. “Alex, you did nothing wrong. Right now? You need to be there for him. Get your shoes on and we’ll go meet James at the hospital. He said he was calling Laf after, so they’ll probably be there as well.”

With a reluctant nod, Alexander did as he was told, rushing out the door.

»»————- ————-««

When John woke up, the first thing he saw was the bright light above him.  The next was the door bursting open and Alexander running in the room,  practically throwing his body over his... hospital bed? Fuck.

It wasn't supposed to go down like this. He wasn't supposed to care, nobody was supposed to find him. John carefully raised a hand to run it through Alexander's hair. He felt himself slipping. He could barely move or do anything, it was all strained.

He felt someone wrap their arms around him, John letting out a small gasp in surprise. Noticing it was Alexander, John tried to comfort him, but failed. He knew he couldn't hold on much longer. He saw the darkness around him, black spots blurring his vision.

Knowing he was running out of time to do something, to say something, John gave the immigrant a small smile. John knew Alexander thought this meant he was going to be okay, and he felt the grip on him loosen. “Jackie please don’t die on me…”

John knew better. The last thing he said was "I love you, Alexander." Before letting the darkness swallow him whole.

»»————- ————-««

But I will gladly join the fight.

When Alexander heard the flatline of the heart monitor, he broke out into sobs. No. John wasn't supposed to go this way. He was supposed to be happy and old.

Not long after he heard Lafayette running in, nurses not far behind. Alexander's entire body seemed to go numb. He didn't let go of John, and continued crying into his neck, not wanting to admit what had just happened. Not wanting to face reality.

Alexander wanted nothing more than to open his eyes and see John smiling back, telling him he was going to be alright. He knew it would never happen. He would never hear John's laugh, or see his bright smile.

John was gone.

He didn't notice how much time had passed before he felt Thomas gently pulling him away. Alexander let him. The longer he held John, the colder he seemed to get, and it was only making it worse.

Alexander felt completely numb. He didn't notice when Lafayette pulled him into a hug, or when a nurse handed Thomas a letter. He didn't want to continue crying over John, but fuck if he didn't want to rush back in there and see him sitting there, eyes bright and color in his face.

When people offered him condolences or anything, Alexander only shook them off, wanting nothing more than to crawl inside his bed and wake up from this nightmare.

»»————- ————-««

Thomas stopped mid-sentence when he heard the flatline of the heart monitor in John's room. He had been calming Lafayette down when they heard it, and without thinking they rushed into the room, freezing in the doorway.

In front of him, was Alexander bawling into John's neck, John limp in his arms. Thomas watched as the doctors unplugged the systems, almost as if they had already known there was nothing they could do.

He had no idea what to. Lafayette had already broken down in tears, and was curled against Hercules, who he hadn't noticed had joined them in the room. Thomas just watched Alexander while he cried. He felt like shit for doing it, but there wasn't much he could do at this point.

When the nurses eventually tried coaxing Alexander away, Thomas moved in to gently pull him away, watching while Lafayette pulled him into a hug, taking the letter a nurse offered him.

Looking at the letter a nurse had handed Thomas, he noticed it said 'Alexander' in a handwriting he recognised as John's.

Thomas eventually pulled Alexander close and walked him out, deciding it would be best to get him back to the dorm.

»»————- ————-««

And when our children tell our story...

Lafayette was moving the moment he heard the flatline sound from John's room. The Frenchman regret his decision to run in as soon as he entered. Although it wasn't for his own sake.

Of course he wanted to cr because John was laying there, limp in Alexander's arms. But it was also partial to the knowledge of what this would do to Alexander. John was one of their older friends. The two had dated for almost two years. As soon as he felt Hercules wrap his arms around him, Lafayette turned to sob into his boyfriend's chest.

Ignoring Hercules' quiet mumbles that it was going to be okay, they'd make it through, he cried. It had been years since Lafayette had cried. Last time was his parents' funeral.

He eventually felt Hercules pull away, taking the two letters a nurse offered him. Around this time he saw Thomas fently pulling Alexander away from John-- No. John's body, and he went over to pull the small man into a hug.

Lafayette didn't want to let go, but eventually did, and took one last look at John's corpse before following Hercules out of the room. He didn't care where they were going. He just wanted to leave.

»»————- ————-««

When they got back to the dorm, it was almost four in the morning. Thomas helped Alexander get settled in his bed, he could see how much he needed the rest after what had just happened, and went over to the note the nurse had given him. He saw Lafayette and Hercules had received similar ones, and he debated on opening it.

With a glance to Alexander, he opened the envelope, which hadn’t been properly sealed, only tucked in on itself.

Thomas regret opening it when he saw what was inside. There was a letter- no, two letters inside. Looking at them both, he realised one had Alexander’s name, and the other had his.

With a deep breath he opened the one with his name, and begun reading.

Thomas,

I’m so sorry I had to hurt Alexander like this. I know he’s probably going to sleep for a week, barely eat, and refuse to do anything that involves basic self-care. I know you’re most likely going to be the one dealing with it, because Lafayette and Hercules will probably be barely taking care of themselves.

I’m glad Alexander cares about you as much as it seems he does. I’m glad he’s happy with you. It’s all I ever wanted for him. Happiness.

The night I had broken up with him was the day I had started a new medication. I didn’t even know what I had done until the next morning. I failed so badly. I hurt Alexander so much. He deserves to be happy.

I’m just weighing him down from it.

Please take care of him. Make sure he stays happy. I didn’t realise what I had until I lost it. Don’t make the mistake of letting it slip through your fingers like I did. He’s an amazing person, and deserves the world. I trust you to give it to him.

~John

Thomas didn’t notice he had started crying until he noticed the tears on the paper. After carefully folding the sheet and sliding it back in the envelope, he looked to Alexander. He was asleep, and he looked so peaceful after what had just happened.

Even if he hadn’t known John all that well, thinking back to how happy he made Alexander for so long, and how he was always smiling, it was hard to believe they were in their current situation.

Without a second thought, Thomas pulled out his laptop and e-mailed all their teachers that him and Alexander weren’t going to be in classes the next few days due to recent events. He didn’t specify, only telling the full truth to Washington, who he was sure already knew of the situation, and if he hadn’t would fully understand.

Once that was done, Thomas went to his bed, falling into a restless sleep.

»»————- ————-««

They’ll tell the story of tonight.

Alexander awoke in a cold sweat. He was breathing heavily, and as he looked around the room, he slowly remembered the night before. Him and Thomas, James calling them to tell them John was in the hospital. John’s last words before he died in Alexander’s arms.

He thought back to it. John had looked to happy when he closed his eyes. It was like he was waiting for Alexander to get there. He also remembered how cold John had become before Thomas pulled him away from John… No, John’s corpe.

The thought made Alexander break out in tears, He pulled his knees to his chest and sobbed. John was dead. John was dead and it was his fault. What hurt the most, however, was not that the last thing John decided to say was reminding him that he loved Alexander. It was that Alexander never got to respond.

After a few minutes of sobbing, Alexander felt Thomas wrap his arms around him. Without thinking, he turned to cry into Thomas’ chest, not caring how disgusting he probably looked. He had never taken off the makeup from the previous night and he had cried so much.

“I probably look like a mess, huh?” He choked out, giving Thomas a fake smile.

With a small laugh, Thomas responded, “Of course you look like a mess. But you in yourself are a mess so it’s nothing new.”

Alexander’s fake smile turned into a real one when Thomas let out an “Ow!” when he his him on the shoulder.

“Oh, and I hate to ruin the mood, but one of the nurses gave me this.” Alexander watched as Thomas reached for an envelope and handed it to him. He felt himself beginning to cry again when he saw John’s handwriting on the front.

He felt Thomas shift on the bed so he was leaning against the wall, Alexander shifting so he’s sitting in front of him. Alexander leaned back when he felt Thomas wrap his arms around his waist, kissing his shoulder before resting his head on said shoulder.

Alexander opened the letter, letting himself cry while he read.

Alexander,

I’m sorry. I’m sorry for the anguish in which I know you will feel at me pulling a stunt like this. I’m truly sorry. But I was only holding you down, and we both know that. I really hope you can be happy like you were again. You looked so happy with Thomas, and I couldn’t bear it. I couldn’t bear to see the man I love cuddling with someone else under a tree, or seeing you smiling just by looking at him.

Please don’t blame this on yourself. It’s not your fault. I never realised how much I loved you until I let you go. Even if I didn’t intend to break up with you, I’m almost happy I did. If I hadn't you never would have found Thomas.

And, Alexander please dear god eat. I know you and I know no matter how hard everyone tries, you’re going to stop eating and taking care of yourself. Please.

Please stick with Laf and Herc. As much as I know Laf is going to forget himself to make sure you’re alright, please listen and make sure he’s alright. He’s already exhausted himself once before to make sure you’re alright. I don’t want that happening again.

I love you, Alexander. I really do. I love you more than life itself, and I want you to be okay. I want you to stay strong and move on from this, because I’m not worth it. I’m not worth all that pain. I can see how much Thomas loves you, and I hope you can see it to.

Forever yours,

Jackie

Alexander was bawling by the time he was done reading the letter. After setting it down he turned in Thomas’ grip so he could bury his face in the other man’s neck, holding onto him tightly as if he’d disappear if he let go.

»»————- ————-««

Alexander eventually fell asleep, and Thomas carefully laid him back down, moving from his grasp. The first thing Thomas knew he needed to do, was get Lafayette there to help make sure Alexander took care of himself. He barely did it the first time, and he knew this was going to be much harder.

Thomas grabbed his phone and pulled up Lafayette’s contact.

MacAndCheeseQueen: Hey, Laf. You doing okay?

BaguetteMom: Yes, I’m doing fine. How is Alexander? Has he eaten? Has he tried anything?

MacAndCheeseQueen: He’s fine. He’s been asleep, and he was up for a little, but he didn’t leave his bed. He was crying the entire time he was awake.

BaguetteMom: Okay. That’s good. Is it alright if I come over?

BaguetteMom: Wait why am I asking, fuck that I’m on my way over.

MacAndCheeseQueen: Alright.

Thomas sighed and set his phone down, deciding to make some breakfast. It was almost noon, but he assumed everyone had woken up late after the night before.

Lafayette eventually barged in, paying no mind to Thomas as he made his way over to Alexander, who had woken up from the door slamming open.

Wandering out of the kitchen, Thomas watched Lafayette sit on the bed and help Alexander wipe the remnants of the makeup off with a wipe before bringing him into a tight hug. Thomas smiled at the sight before going back into the kitchen to finish the food.

»»————- ————-««

The next time Alexander awoke, it was to the door slamming open, and moments Later seeing Lafayette sitting on his bed with a pack of makeup wipes, as if he knew. Without a word, Alexander let him wipe off the remnants, before pulling him into the hug they both need.

Alexander felt Lafayette begin to shake slightly, and quickly noticed that Lafayette was crying. Lafayette didn’t cry. He’d never seen Lafayette cry. He held onto him tighter and begun murmuring reassurances in French.

When Lafayette pulled away, Alexander noted how puffy and red his eyes were. He looked like he had been up all night as well. “You alright Laf?” he asked, hoping Lafayette would be honest with him.

“I’ll be okay. What matters though, is are you okay?”

Alexander nodded and gave him a small smile. “Not quite, but I know I’ll be alright in time.”

Before they could continue, Thomas walked in with food, and as much as Alexander wanted to crawl back in bed and not eat, he knew he had to eat. Accepting the plate offered to him, he moved over so Thomas could sit next to him. They ate in silence, nobody saying a word to each other.

When why were done Alexander and Lafayette let Thomas take their plates to go wash, and when he got up again Alexander pulled Lafayette into another hug. “You should get Herc over here.”

With a nod, Lafayette pulled out his phone to text Hercules, who was in the dorm, joining them on the bed not long after.

They spent the day either crying, hugging, or both, and at one point Alexander fell asleep with Thomas holding him- which seemed to be one of the only things that calmed him down when he would start to freak out again.

When it got late, Lafayette and Hercules left to their own dorm, Lafayette refusing to leave until Alexander was asleep again. When they eventually did leave, Thomas laid down in his own bed. As he was about to fall asleep he felt someone crawling in next to him mumbling “I don’t wanna be alone.”

Deciding it best not to ask questions, Thomas let him crawl in beside him, and he wrapped his arms around Alexander protectively. They fell asleep peacefully like that.

Tomorrow there’ll be more of us.

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