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bettyfrommars · 5 months

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Dirty Metal Summer

a Dirty Dancing au

Part 1: Big Girls Don't Cry

Eddie x fem!Reader

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It's 1987, the same year the movie Dirty Dancing was originally released. 21-year-old reader is spending the summer with her dad and aunt at an all-inclusive resort in Indiana while she figures out what she wants to do with her life. After that summer, nothing will never be the same. Eddie is in his late 20’s and works as maintenance staff, he is also the frontman for the house band, begrudgingly delivering top 40 hits for the guests, and a secret third thing. When work is over, there is a completely different scene happening at a place the employees call The Hideout. Wayne is the head maintenance man, Chrissy is a metalhead, and a few other surprises. Bonus: Steve as a sexy, tattooed musician because I can't help myself.

my blog is always 18+only, MDNI please. The only warnings for the first chapter have to do with mention of a death of a parent, mention of grief, allusions to depression, a tiny bit of aggression, and alcohol consumption. But please read chapter warnings as the story progresses, because there will be angst, hurt/comfort, violence (fighting), and smut. Reader is called Bird as a nickname.

A/N: this is a rewrite of an OC fic I wrote over a year ago, and damn, I really needed to change a lot because my writing has evolved so much. I know I posted a snippet last week, but it's all been changed. Thank you to those who have been excited about this, I know Dirty Dancing is a cherished film, so I am treating this retelling with reverence, while adding some creative spins, and I truly hope you enjoy. The ST characters in this fic do not know each other in the same way they did in the show. For instance, Eddie, Steve, and Chrissy all grew up together, but I do my best to stick with their original character traits. This first part lines up very close with the film, but after that, it diverges and becomes a bit different. Same story line, but also not.

Part 1: Big Girls Don't Cry

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The soft murmur of a talk radio station hummed in the cement gray Mercedes-Benz 560, with your dad behind the wheel and his sister, your aunt Kim, in the passenger seat. From the backseat, you stared out the window with your headphones on, wishing for rain. The scenery was what you would expect from a place on earth that everyone considered idyllic, but you’d been exposed to so much lush greenery with that bright blue, theater backdrop of a sky for the last hour that you were starting to get a headache.

You pushed your wayfarer sunglasses up to rub the bridge of your nose, and then flipped the tape over in your Walkman before clicking it shut to press play. You were listening to a mixtape you’d made especially for the trip, the spine even said “road trip from hell”, but the first one on side b was Everywhere by Fleetwood Mac, and you closed your eyes for the next several songs. You were doing your best not to think about how you’d be trapped in BFE Indiana for a whole month.

You were also doing your best not to think about how your mother would not be home when you got back, or worse yet, the fact that you would never see her again. Never feel her generous hugs in those Laura Ashley dresses, smelling of Shalimar; never hear her voice at the other end of the line reminding you to eat something.

Your aunt said your name and your eyes snapped open. It was perfect timing because tears were beginning to form at your lash line. She had turned around in her seat and was trying to get your attention.

You pulled your headphones down around your neck. “Sorry?”

“The lake,” the expression on her face harbored more excitement than you’d ever felt in your entire life. “Isn’t it gorgeous? We’re going to get pedicures at the spa tomorrow, I already booked it.”

You glanced at your father’s stoic profile and then back to Kim. You felt bad for your aunt, getting stuck on a trip with two sad, mopey fucks who were too depressed to get excited about the things that thrilled normal people. You were the walking wounded.

“Pedicures, great,” your smile did not reach your eyes, but she didn’t seem to notice, as her enthusiasm doggedly refused to wane.

It had been almost four months since you lost her, and the world was still too…bright. Everyone was so talkative and alive and you couldn’t relate.

You looked out over the smooth expanse of lake that was nestled perfectly in the trees like you were in some type of miniature scale model rebuild of a town. Your aunt asked your dad, Owen, if he was still listening to the news, and when he shook his head, she changed the radio station to a golden oldies station and was satisfied with the tune Big Girls Don’t Cry by Frankie Vallie.

“You’ll love this cabin, Bird,” your dad said to you as the Mercedes crested the hill and began to maneuver down to your destination on a narrow, two-lane highway flanked with towering trees. A big green and white sign welcomed them to Hawkins Landing. “There’s a whole top floor where you can set up for your lessons.”

You turned away, back to the window, hiding the way your nose wrinkled. You thought maybe a perk of this getaway would be to have a break from practicing the cello you’d been tied to for over a decade, but no luck. He’d been forced to give up his dream of being a musician, and now you were expected to carry the torch for him.

You tried to come up with one thing you did in life that was not to please someone else, or boost some idea they had about you, and couldn’t come up with squat.

Besides reading. And taking long walks with music to clear your head. Those two were yours, and they could only be taken from your cold, dead, hands.

From the Hawkins Landing brochure your aunt had given you, it was clear that the property was enormous. Some 30 or 40 guest cabins scattered around, a main house that functioned as a hotel but also housed two different restaurants. A golf course, boat rentals, tennis courts, an outdoor theater, and a third restaurant situated on the water. Along with the full service spa, there were indoor and outdoor swimming pools, plus any class you could imagine wanting to take, from salsa dancing and water skiing, to chess and crochet.

Hawkins Landing was like a camp for adults who enjoyed alcoholic beverages.

There was a security checkpoint at the main entrance with two guards inside. The taller one with the neatly trimmed red beard recognized your father from the jacket cover on one of his many books. Thrillers mostly, horror if you squint. He nervously asked for an autograph, but Owen was very polite, adjusting his tortoise shell glass as he took the black marker that the guard was offering him.

After the checkpoint, it wasn’t long before the road opened into an expansive rose garden with a large fountain dead center, and the big main house with its wrap-around porch just to the right. You pushed your sunglasses up to get a look at the people mingling around, getting the idea that the median age there was 45, and it was mostly families.

The guards had given your dad a foldout map of the property and told him to check in at the main house to get the keys to the cabin they were staying in. The car moved at a crawl at the roundabout, and then came to park where a sign announced new guest check-ins.

Your dad told you to sit tight while he went in to grab the keys, and your attention trailed off to a black golf cart with a white awning that wheeled in like a racecar and took position in front of the Mercedes. It sat there close to the curb, idling. You could see there was a woman behind the wheel, and she was looking straight ahead, giving you her profile. Chin length, dark gold hair, just long enough for a ponytail, and the words “Hawkins Landing Staff” written in yellow cursive on the back of her navy blue jacket. Where her sleeve was pushed up at her elbow, you noticed some type of tattooed lettering there, and her fingernails were painted black.

Up ahead, you caught sight of someone strolling down the sidewalk toward the car with a hand in his pocket. It was a guy with honey tipped chocolate hair styled in a pompadour with a curl that bounced at his forehead, wearing tan chinos and a maroon, button down short sleeve with the square bulge of a pack of smokes in his front pocket. A tattoo peeked out from the V of his shirt, and there was another design on his bicep. He wore a pinky ring on one hand and rolled a toothpick around in his mouth as he sidled up to the golf cart to say something to the woman driving it. They bumped knuckles and talked for a bit like they were very familiar, him with one foot up on the running board of the cart.

“Steve, there you are,” from the open window, your attention bounced to a short, dark haired woman who’d just come out of the building and stood alongside your dad on the sidewalk. A closer look told you that her name tag said Joyce.

The guy with the toothpick in his mouth straightened, smoothing the front of his shirt with his hand. “Hey Joyce, I was just—”

Apparently uninterested in what he was about to say, she took him by the crook of the arm. She introduced you all by your family name, and let him know that you were “her special guests”, and you assumed that had to do with your dad being a famous author, or maybe she said that about every new family. While you chose to not do much else than offer a small wave from the back seat like you had no autonomy, Kim got out to greet them properly.

“This is Steve,” Joyce gestured to him with a Vanna White hand. “If you ever want to take guitar lessons this summer, he’s one of our best.”

“Or, if you just want to have some fun,” Steve’s eyes seemed to be searching Kim’s face, and then he shrugged. “I mean, I run the boats on the dock too, so if you want to ski or—”

Kim got flustered and tried to find her words, fussing with the lapel of her corduroy jacket in a way you’d never witnessed before. “I’m…I mean, sure, who wouldn’t want to be on the lake at a place like this?”

Kim hated boats and got seasick very easily, so you found her new interest amusing.

Joyce politely waved Steve off and he went, albeit reluctantly, backing up with slow steps to wave farewell. The smile stretching across his face grew wider the longer Kim couldn’t take her eyes off of him. When he was finally jogging up the sidewalk to get to where he needed to be, Joyce continued to try and sell Kim and your dad on the resort, even though you were already booked for the month.

“Sunday night is Bingo night. There’s karaoke in The Antler Room on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and you need to check out our house band if you can. They’re playing tonight on the back patio, and the rhythm guitar is sensational. She used to perform with Vixen and Lita Ford,” she handed over the necessary keys and pointed the way to get to the cabin on the map.

“Just follow us,” Joyce said, hopping into the golf cart next to the girl with the forearm tattoo.

They led the way down a long, winding stretch with lush lawn and manicured hedges on either side, littered with people coming up from the pool in their bathing suits. There appeared to be a Tai Chi lesson happening on the lawn near the rose garden, and some type of painting class going on just above them on a balcony.

Made you wonder why summer people always had to stay so busy.

The cabin you’d be staying in was down a side road, tucked at the end of a private driveway with a view of the lake. It had five bedrooms, which was more than enough, but one of them would immediately turn into Owen’s writing room so that he could work on his latest novel.

You were careful to tuck your Walkman into your bag as the Mercedes coasted into its parking spot. Squinting up at the place, you were somewhat distracted by how much you liked the creepy, old feel of the whitewashed cabin, and you underestimated how far from the curb you were when you stepped out, stumbling to the side.

The girl with the forearm tattoo caught you in both arms, preventing you from putting all of your weight on your twisted ankle.

“Whoa,” she moved her supportive grip from your waist to your elbow as you righted yourself. “You okay?”

Your heart shot into your throat, and then you coughed a laugh, covering your face. “What a way to start the summer.”

She said her name was Robin, and there was a polite handshake exchange. She tripped over her words a bit. “It’s not every day that someone falls for me.”

“Well, I’m pretty clumsy, you might need to stay close,” and the two of you shared a self-conscious laugh as you led the way to the trunk full of baggage.

When you reached in to grab your suitcase, Robin teased, “hey, that’s my job,” before leaning further in to take the oddly shaped black hard case, the satin of her jacket skimming your arm. She struggled with it at first, but then held it up by the handle and gave you a sideways look.

“This yours?” She asked, cocking one eyebrow up. “You’re a musician?”

“No, well, yes I am but no I, I play the cello,” you stammered, not sure why it was hard to get the words out. “But here, I can carry that. It’s big and heavy and—”

Robin winked. “I got it,” and then she snatched another suitcase with the other hand and shuffled by you to make her way up to the porch.

Once you were all settled inside and Joyce had explained all of the amenities, you and Kim pushed back the curtains and watched the two go from the living room window. Just before they took off in the cart, Robin sent you a wave.

“She looks like a nice girl,” Kim had her arms folded over her chest. “Maybe the two of you could—”

“I know you’re worried about me, okay, but I don’t need to make any friends this summer,” you were holding the case for your cello in front of you with both hands, using it as a metaphorical barrier. “I like being alone.”

By the time you put your stuff away in the bedroom you’d be staying in, your dad was already typing away in his writing room, you could hear the keys of his Selectric click-clacking.

“I’ll be back in a bit,” you called across the rustic but spacious cabin living room. “I’m going to look around the main house.”

Kim barely caught your words as she was struggling with her glasses to read an ingredient label as she put some dry goods away in the kitchen. “Mhmm sounds good, have fun. Be back in time for dinner, we have reservations at…whatever that place is called. Your dad knows.”

You tapped the Swatch on your wrist and gave an absent wave over your shoulder.

With your headphones on, you made your way down to the main sidewalk that split off in two directions, bordering either side of the swimming pool and tennis courts. You found the bike path that wound down along the lake to the boat dock, and then up into a lush pocket of dense forest. Two teenage girls on rollerblades almost crashed into you as they bolted around the bend, giggling. Trying to decide if you wanted to go toward the water or into the woods, you watched a staff member veer off onto an uneven stone pathway and your curiosity was piqued.

Creeping along in their wake, you marched up a hill for what felt like forever, with Bring on the Dancing Horses by Echo and the Bunnymen playing in your ears, until you realized with a start that you’d already arrived at the main building. It loomed up ahead like a mansion from some old gothic romance novel.

You continued to plod your way along the trunks of trees, until you spotted a group having a chat on the wide porch, and took a few steps back.

They were all leaning against the railing in a semicircle, facing each other, so that you could see the Hawkins Landing Staff on the back of a few of their navy jackets.

One of them was Steve from earlier, next to him was a girl with a blonde ponytail, and then two others.

“I met that author guy today,” Steve took a drag and then blew the smoke up in the air, away from everyone’s face. “The one who wrote Darkness on the Hill, that one they made into a movie.”

You realized that it was your dad he was talking about.

Not looking where you were stepping, you caught your toe on a tree root and your arms windmilled before you were able to find your balance, floundering to duck behind another tree. Your mouth opened in a silent scream, trying not to gasp at the pain in your foot. Grimacing, you turned the volume down on the headphones that were around your neck to better hear what they were saying.

“That actor from that one show about law and order is staying in cabin 8,” the girl with the ponytail said. “Housekeeping says he finishes a bottle of whiskey a night.”

But then, there was another voice. “Now that sounds like a great fucking vacation to me,” followed by the heavy footfalls of boots on wood as a new person approached the group.

The sight of the new arrival made you feel like your brain was wiped clean—-the whole world came to a screeching halt.

Swallowing hard, all of your attention tunneled on him; his long dark hair with bangs that crowded his eyes, a thin but muscular build, tattoos scattered over his exposed arms, and a leather jacket hooked over his shoulder with one finger. He combed a hand through his hair as he walked, chunky metal rings catching the light, and headed over to the blonde girl. You took note of every movement as she passed him her half-smoked cig and he gave her a quick kiss on the temple.

Was that his girlfriend?

He stepped back to introduce the younger guy he had with him. “This Jamie, my new maintenance trainee,” he used the hand holding his smoke to point to each one on the balcony individually. You really didn’t pay attention until he got to the blonde one. “...that one there is the lovely Chrissy, and the moody one with the hairy chest is Steve. They’re the other musicians I told you about.”

Jamie had short black, curly hair and a hoop piercing in one ear. He lit his own smoke while the metalhead started in with a story about a pump exploding at the pool house, complete with wild hand gestures.

“Hey, there the fuck you are. I’ve been looking everywhere for you losers.”

Another voice, another person making their way down the long stretch of squeaky wood planks from the front of the building. You stepped closer, snapping a twig under your foot, eliciting a worried lip bite.

Everyone stayed right where they were, but for Eddie who moved in front of Jamie in a protective way. The guy approaching at a stroll had very nondescript good looks with his wheat blonde hair in a tight cut that looked freshly trimmed. While the others were dressed more casually, this one wore a white dress shirt and tie with black trousers, as if he had some fancy place to be.

“You talking to me?” The metalhead flicked his cigarette ash and stepped forward to meet the new guy before he could come any closer to the group. “Cause, if so, you might want to change your tone, precious.”

“Eddie, don’t,” Chrissy said, and then she stood up, addressing the guy in the suit. “Jason, what the fuck do you want?”

Eddie, you moved your lips, whispering the name to yourself. His name was Eddie.

Jason put his hands up in mock surrender. “Why so hostile?” He turned to Eddie. “Joyce has been trying to find you for an hour. There’s a toilet backed up in one of the cabins, and trash that needs to go to the dump. Sounds to me like you’re having a hard time doing your job, Munson.”

You scuttled like a crab, moving to a spot where you could see their faces instead of the backs of their heads.

So that you could see Eddie’s face.

Steve checked his watch and pushed off of the railing to snub his cig out on the bottom of his shoe. “I gotta run. See you bastards at the show tonight,” he said in passing, shoving both hands into his trouser pockets. He walked right into Jason, shoulder checking him, before casually going on his way. Jason shot him an evil look.

“Well,” Eddie took a deep breath. “Tell Joyce I got the message,” and then he motioned for Jamie to follow him.

“Too bad we can’t take you out with the rest of the trash, freak,” Jason mumbled, loud enough for you to hear every word, and a tension crackled in the air.

The metalhead stopped dead in his tracks and drew his shoulders back.

When he finally turned on his heel, he wore a satisfied smirk, inclining his head, as if he’d been waiting for Jason to say something all along.

Chrissy moved as if she were about to go over and break up whatever was about to happen, but one of the others put a handout and stopped her.

“Just keep sending your laundry home to mommy, baby boy, and leave the real work to me,” Eddie said, and then he flicked the butt of his cigarette at Jason’s face.

Jason moved his head just in time so that the hot cherry missed his cheek by a hair and bounced off the wall behind him, spraying sparks. Chrissy and the others snickered at how beet red Jason’s face got, but he didn’t say another word, he just waited for Eddie and Jamie to be far enough away before he went back around to the front entrance.

When the coast was clear, you stood and made your way to the path again. With a curse you realized you were going to be late for that dinner reservation, and picked up speed to a slow, sad jog.

You found yourself thinking that maybe being trapped at Hawkins Landing for the summer wouldn’t be so bad after all.

—----

Your aunt Kim gave you an exasperated look when you all finally sat down for dinner, being that you’d made everyone 20 minutes late for the reservation. There didn’t appear to be a single open table when you arrived, but Joyce had made sure to keep the one by the window facing the gardens open for your party. She came around to introduce the guy who was to be your waiter, and you sat up a little straighter in your seat when you realized it was Jason from earlier. The way he’d been dressed out on the porch made sense now, as his uniform was the same as all of the other waitstaff.

Near the end of the meal, Joyce returned to the table in her black pencil skirt and fitted jacket, but this time, she was with a guy who you could tell wanted to look like Don Johnson in Miami Vice, but it came off more as Gary from Weird Science.

“I'd like you to meet Troy, he’s the son of Mr. Brenner, the owner of the resort,” there was a reluctance about her, as if she’d been forced at gunpoint to introduce him.

Troy stared at you with an uncomfortable intensity, making your attention fall to your plate.

“I’m in charge when my father isn’t around,” Troy said with a smug grin, putting his hands in his white trouser pockets, and you spotted some type of metal retainer on his teeth.

Joyce cleared her throat, annoyed that his statement was far from true. But she recognized that it was part of her job to indulge the little shit.

“I just graduated with a business degree from Georgetown,” he gloated, giving you a wink. “This place will all be mine one day.”

Your father exchanged a look with your aunt over his chocolate mousse.

“Well, it’s nice to know someone else your age here, isn’t it, Bird? Maybe you two kids should go have some fun tonight,” Kim chirped.

If your aunt wasn’t so far away, you would’ve kicked her under the table.

Troy bent at the waist so that his face wasn’t far from yours. “I’d love to show you around after dinner, if you’re interested in a tour?”

Before you could issue a vague excuse like, “sorry I can’t, I have a headache,” Kim spoke for you again.

“I think that’s a great idea,” she even clapped her hands, applauding it.

In the end, you went with him to make Kim happy, to get her off your back, hopefully for the rest of the trip.

An hour or two with a pretentious prick wouldn’t hurt you.

—-------

Troy wasn’t bad company, but he was quite full of himself. He had interesting stories about his extensive travels, but then he also told awkward stories that were possibly fibs about how many models he’d dated, and expanded on how he wanted to be married with two kids by the time he was 30.

You, on the other hand, couldn’t imagine thinking that far ahead, and he wouldn’t let you get a word in edgewise.

You followed close behind through the huge, busy kitchen of the restaurant you’d just dined in, and he tried to hold your hand when he introduced you to the head chef, but you were sly, and pulled it away to cross your arms over your chest. He gave you a tour of the ballroom and took a stroll through the other restaurant on the opposite end of the building that had a much more relaxed feel, low lighting, red carpet, and a bar at the center.

You went down to the boat docks and walked along the pier. The stars were breathtaking, but Troy didn’t notice, he was too busy trying to convince you to go out on his boat with him. You declined, taking a page from Kim’s book to mention a freshly born curse of violent seasickness.

You had your elbows on the railing at the pier, enjoying the velvet reflection of the crescent moon in the lake, and you could feel your jaw grow tense under the weight of Troy’s stare.

On the verge of telling him you were ready to head back to your cabin, the sound of music drifted down from somewhere on the property.

Yes, no mistaking, it was Take Me Home Tonight by Eddie Money, but it was being executed with someone else’s voice, and whoever that person was had some serious pipes.

And then there was the distinct sound of a feminine voice chiming in with the parts from the song Be My Baby Now by the Ronettes in the chorus.

"Is that a live band?" You turned away from him to try and find the source of the music. It wasn’t coming from the restaurant on the water or any of the cabins to your right.

"There's a cover band every Friday out behind the main house. You want to check it out?" He held the crook of his arm out to you and hesitated before you took it. His ego sufficiently stroked now that you wanted to spend more time with him.

Around the side of the building, overlooking the golf course, was a huge, fenced in back patio garden area with a private hot tub and pool for hotel guests. Troy led you through a white arbor wound with ivy to find that there were plenty of people mingling, drinking, and dancing. The area was mostly manicured lawn, with stone pathways meandering around from a concrete floor that was right in front of the small riser that was meant to be a stage. You imagined that a million weddings had taken place there.

At the door was a bar, and Troy got you a flute of champagne, which you downed with abandon and asked for another. While he was getting your second glass, you made your way along under several boughs of white string lights to get a view of the stage and who was performing the top tier Eddie Money cover.

Just as you stepped into the crowd of people shuffling to the beat, you stopped dead in your tracks.

There he was at the mic: Eddie the metalhead.

Guitar slug low at his hips, wearing a tuxedo with light blue cummerbund and bow tie, his hair neatly combed back and fixed into a knot at the back of his head so that you could really see the curves of his face. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was performing the song against his will.

The rest of the band were dressed similarly, and you instantly knew the one strumming the bass guitar as Steve, and the woman on backup vocals rocking on the rhythm was Chrissy, who wore a conservative skirt and flats. There was also a keyboardist and a drummer, both of whom you did not recognize.

“What’s your major?” Troy asked, breaking your reverie to pass you the glass of champagne. “In college?”

You were confused for a second but then, “oh, I took the year off to…figure some things out.” The full truth of it was that you had dropped out completely and had no intention of going back.

“I spent a summer in Greece my freshman year,” he offered, unprovoked. “The women there are, wow, so smoking hot.”

The song finished and Eddie took his tuxedo jacket off, rolling up his shirt sleeves to his elbows, exposing the scattered tattoos you’d noticed earlier. He leaned over to whisper something to Chrissy, motioned at the drummer, and then stepped back into place, brushing a loose wisp of hair off his cheek.

“Find someone special for this next one,” he told the crowd, and was answered with a rush of murmurs.

The first notes to In Your Eyes by Peter Gabriel, a slow song, lit up the space, and your stomach tightened, fearing that Troy would ask you to dance. As he escorted you to the floor, you tried to keep your head down and stay to the back of the crowd, but Troy kept maneuvering you closer to the stage.

I get so lost, sometimes

Days pass and this emptiness fills my heart

When I want to run away

I drive off in my car

But whichever way I go

I come back to the place you are

You watched the performance from over Troy’s shoulder and followed his lead, shifting from foot to foot. You were mesmerized by the muscles in Eddie’s hands as he played each note, and the way Chrissy came in like an angel on the chorus.

He’d captured the attention of everyone in the garden at that moment, and there was a group of women watching him from the sidelines, whispering to each other, possibly about how they wanted to eat him alive.

They were all thinking the same thing you were: Eddie was magic.

He liked to close his eyes when he sang, so you weren’t expecting him to be staring right at you when he opened them again.

All my instincts, they return

And the grand facade, so soon will burn

Without a noise, without my pride

I reach out from the inside

He wouldn’t break eye contact, so you eventually had to; the intensity of it was giving you butterflies.

Troy stepped back and tried to get your attention. “Did you hear anything I just said?”

You nodded, but your gaze only drifted back to Eddie. Troy followed your line of sight and then dropped both of his hands with a frustrated cluck of his tongue.

"What the hell is he doing up there?" He hissed to himself when it dawned on him that Eddie had been behind the mic that whole time. "That's our goddamn maintenance guy. He shouldn't be up there."

In a huff, Troy pushed through the crowd and headed over to one of the other staff members against the fence. Bird could see him shouting and pointing over at the stage. Whatever the staff guy said did not seem to cheer him up a bit, and he came back to your side, shrugging his shoulders.

"I guess our normal front man Drew has the flu," he reported back. "It's just so hard to find reliable help these days."

Eddie was making the song his own, and that was what you liked about it.

“Let’s get out of here,” Troy put his hand on your lower back to escort you out. “The music sucks.”

—--

It was 9:30 when you made it back to the main foyer, standing in the middle of the lobby next to an obnoxious floral arrangement, when Troy tried to get you to go back to his cabin and watch a movie, only to get respectfully declined.

“Don’t worry about your parents,” Troy said, brushing his finger over your chin. “They know you’re with me, so they’re probably the happiest parents at Hawkins Landing.”

The guy had quite an ego on him, you had to give him that. It was unsurpassed by most.

In the end, you got away, and as soon as your Mary Jane’s hit the cobblestones outside the front door, you could feel yourself trotting at a quicker pace, eager to put some distance between you and Troy and everyone else, for that matter. You didn’t stop until you were far enough away from the main hotel to be able to check over your shoulder and not see it through the trees.

It was then that you realized that you had a free chunk of time, and you could do with it whatever you wished. Your dad would think you were still with Troy, and as long as you made it back to the cabin before midnight, they wouldn’t worry.

As much as it was the dead of summer, Indiana by the water had very cool nights, and you buttoned up the jean jacket you were wearing just as you noticed a yellow sign on a lamppost to the right that said: Staff Quarters, No Guests Allowed Beyond This Point

And that made you want to venture in even more.

You checked around to make sure there was no one there to notice that you blatantly ignored the sign, and just kept going. The path at your feet changed from stone to a well-worn dirt path through the grass, and it wasn’t long before you could hear the sound of music erupting in the distance.

You passed by staff quarters, a few weathered red cabins with white trim, lined close together, and there were some people hanging out on their porches who gave you curious looks, but didn’t seem too concerned with your presence.

Following the source of the music, you descended down into unknown, poorly lit territory that no longer looked like it was part of the Hawkins Landing property.

(song playing in the distance is Dangerous Meeting by Mercyful Fate)

It was then that you noticed a pale yellow light coming from the windows of a building up ahead. Just as the dirt path turned to gravel, you identified the music you were hearing as heavy metal, and it was bolstered by distinct shouts and cheers, even a high-pitched scream or two.

“Hey,” a voice startled you from out of the dark and you jumped. “What are you going out here?”

Heart racing, you spun around to find out it was Robin.

She was struggling to carry several things in her arms as she walked and you rushed over to her.

“Where did you come from?” You asked, grinning ear to ear at how glad you were to see someone familiar.

“My cabin is right over there,” she bucked her chin in a direction behind you.

She had a crossbody bag over her shoulder, an amp in one hand, and she was juggling two guitar cases, one of which she fumbled, and you managed to catch it before it hit the ground. You wrapped your arms around the hard case with the Scorpions sticker on it, silently offering to carry it the rest of the way.

“You don’t have to—” Robin started, adjusting the bag over her shoulder.

“I want to,” you looked back up at the house where the music was coming from, assuming that was where she was headed. “I carry that big cello around all the time, remember? I’m used to it.”

Robin moved her jaw from side to side and she looked conflicted. “You’re not supposed to be here.”

Your eyes were still locked on the house hidden in the trees. “What is that place?”

“Listen,” she gave you an imploring look. “I will get in so much trouble if they find out you came out here. Your dad won’t want you here, trust me.”

Her warning did nothing to squelch your curiosity. “I’m a big girl, I go wherever I want. Plus, I won’t tell anyone.”

“Besides,” she gave you a knowing look, raising her eyebrow. “If your boyfriend Troy finds out you were here, Brenner will fire all of us.”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you snapped. But then, softer, you added, “I barely just met him tonight.”

Robin wasn’t in the mood to try and rip the guitar out of your hands, and so, with a heavy sigh, she caved.

“Fine,” she sighed. “But stay close to me, okay? You’re not at the resort anymore, sweetheart.”

You nodded, waiting for her to lead the way.

She took a step forward and then stopped and turned on her heel to point at the instrument in your arms.

“Be extra careful with that, it’s Eddie’s baby. He’ll grow horns if anything happens to it.”

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Hi! If you are familiar with the movie Dirty Dancing, you have an idea about what scene is coming up next. I've really enjoyed lining up certain events with the movie, but things will obviously be different in this because I want it to have some surprises in store for you.

Every chapter from here on out will start with a list of the songs, ones that will give hints for what to expect. I wanted to make music a big part of this fic, because it was a huge deal in the movie, and the original soundtrack is still dear to me.

as always, thank you so much for reading and interacting with this story! Comments and reblogs are deeply appreciated. or send me an ask and let me know what you think ❤️

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#Dirty Metal Summer #dirty dancing au #Eddie Munson series #Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson fic #Eddie Munson smut #Stranger Things fic #Steve Harrington #robin buckley

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Okay.. let’s hear it! Initial thoughts of the new album!

Ugh sorry for the delay on this. I listened to the (first) album when it dropped at midnight, finished it and saw her say “double album, 15 more songs!!” went “that��s nice. I’m going to bed” fully intending to spend most of today listening and relistening to fully take it in, but then there was a crisis at work and I suddenly had a shitton to do in a very little amount of time which was not a conducive environment to fully digest these *very* dense songs. I still haven’t sat down and done nothing but listen to half the songs on the anthology, so. I am never more jealous of west coast time zoners than during new music drops. 😂

I immediately logged off the internet when I heard it had leaked Wednesday so I truly went into this blind. My initial thoughts are… well… okay! I don’t dislike it. But I don’t love it, you know? The songs are very dense but I still don’t think it’s her best writing (and I’m a Bruce Springsteen girlie; I love a cryptic lyrically dense album). There are a whole bunch of songs that I really enjoy and some REALLY good lyrics. But I remember hearing Cardigan or YOYOK for the first time and how that felt and I just don’t get that on anything here. I also cannot acknowledge the implications of how many goddamn songs are about Matty Healy and how in love with him she was without risking a mental breakdown!!! The idea that CARDIGAN was written about him… I cannot do this… take me back to when we thought The 1 was for sure about Harry Styles. I was present for the Gillette rain show “I’m the happiest I’ve ever been” psychotic break and I STILL was not prepared for the amount of psycho behavior on this album regarding the rat man!!!!

I think I have two main problems with this album. 1: it is too goddamn long. I am not one to complain about getting more content but I feel like a lot of these songs are just saying the same thing and not doing it in a way unique enough to justify having both of them. Like I think we could have EASILY trimmed a lot of fat and gotten these both into one 20-ish track album that would have read better. I feel like a lot of this has to do with the social media culture now of more, more, more, always racing towards the next thing— like how a day after we got 1989 TV the swifties were clamoring for rep TV. Like we just got 5 new songs!!! Slow down!!! I would have preferred quality over quantity lol and this album very much felt like quantity, quantity, quantity.

And then 2: I miss when she used to really push herself to try different things and to get better at her craft. Not that I want her to be attacked and get backlash, but her insane levels of fame have made her so untouchable that no one can say anything remotely constructive without being crucified and I feel like it eliminates some of the drive she has to push herself to be better and write better (hello Speak Now and Red!!!). I saw Rolling Stone gave this album a perfect 100 score like???? Hello???? The album is not bad, but to grade it as perfection compared to others? Over Red? Over Folklore? Over 1989??? Let’s be real. And I feel like this album has a lot of “well it’s good enough” moments where I’m like… but is it good enough? Could we have worked to make this better? I feel like she needs new collaborators too. She does great work with Jack and Aaron but I feel like they know each other too well and it’s getting to the point where they’re not editing or pushing her as much as they should be. A lot of the songwriting here just felt complacent. Get Liz Rose back in the room I am begging!!!!!

Now that I’ve typed all that out I feel like I am being increasingly harsh, but idk. It’s a fine album. There are some songs I enjoy and I’m sure it’s gonna grow on me more as I listen and really digest, but it doesn’t really have any super stand out moments to me right now. I saw a tweet saying this album is not to top the charts, not to draw in new fans, this is for the swifties who know and care about Taylor’s lore and want to listen and know what was going on during this period of her life, and she just needed to get it out there and say it so she can move on. And I do enjoy the lore, don’t get me wrong, but I kinda hope that’s the case and the next album is a clean slate, because… other than the lore, there’s nothing really new or interesting here, sonically, lyrically, etc. I really hope her next album she takes a big risk and does something different. I also feel like she needs a BREAK. Like I don’t want any new music for the entire year of 2025. Go recharge and take a break and come back to us with your best work, queen. I feel like the rerecords and the constant churning out of new music and content is just watering down her undeniable talent.

I wanted to like this a lot more than I did, but you know. C’est la vie. I never was a big poetry girlie anyways, and I’ve seen some people say they love the album (and to them I say I’m happy for you I clap I cheer and i’m gonna let you rock!!) but for me… idk. We’ll see how I feel in a week. But throughout the day today I kept feeling the temptation to put Chappell Roan back on, so… I think that sort of sums up my initial feelings on the whole thing. 😂

#like idk girl did i really need to hear you sing about how much you love matty healy *that* many times??? i dont think i did #anyways i am curious to hear your (and anyone else’s) thought on the album 😂#my sister and my roommate agree with my opinion but we all share a brain so they dont count #also even though i dont love this album I STILL LOVE YOU TAYLOR!!!! Swiftie till the day I die!!!!!#we’re all allowed to flop a little bit sometimes… as a treat!!!!#taylor swift #asks #answered #ceebogs

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it’s time for my top 36 as of march. keep in mind that this year is super strong (rivalling my beloved 2016 in terms of song quality) and my top 10 has 16 songs in it. they also change placements depending on my mood

1. norway - i got chills the first time i’ve listened to this song and i get them every singe time i push play on it. pure art, so atmospheric, magical, the mixture of rock and folk with gunnhild’s godly vocals and amazing lyrics IN NORWEGIAN i am just beyond in love with this song IT WAS MADE FOR MY TASTE

2. estonia - it was the first song i listened to form the eesti laul line up and i just knew nothing was gonna beat it for me. it’s just so fun, with funny lyrics and a great folk-ish instrumental. crazy party of this year for me

3. the netherlands- gabber core on my esc?????? no way i lived to see this day. i am absolutely in love with this song- the music the visuals and the touching story of this song - instant hit. europapa has infected my brain permanently. joost was right 12 points to the netherlands

4. slovenia - this just so powerful, i love the siren core aesthetic and sound of this song. raivens voice is hypnotising like of a siren, you can’t help but get immersed in it

5. switzerland - it took a while to fully kick in but i absolutely love it now. the genre mix was a little bit confusing at first but now i’m just amazed at this combination of dnb opera pop alternative and rap - and the fact that it actually works together

6. belgium - they’re back to their dark pop era and IM GLAD. the outro had me on my knees, it’ll be so big during the live

7. lithuania - the 20s are lithuanias golden age, they are finally not afraid of sending their own language and they’re doing it with class. luktelk is a banger we deserved, modern, addicting. i hope for a top 10 for lithuania

8. italy - E LA CUMBIA DELLA NOIA💃💃 a true mediterranean banger, with amazing lyrics an overall full package, angelina is super charismatic, she’s a breath of fresh air for italy for sure

9. portugal - it wasn’t even my winner of fdc but i just fell in love with this after seeing that performance. it’s so elegant, calm, the lyrics are truly moving, everything in both the song and the fdc performance is so well thought out. some people will say it’s just another portuguese ballad but i think it stands out with its grace amongst the others

10. greece - it’s pop but an experimental one, mixing reggaeton maybe some hyperpop elements even? zari is greek to its core and while being very ethnic it’s also innovative and fresh. i constantly find myself humming this song. i can see it doing really well or finishing in bottom 5 - everything depends on the staging. but i love it i hope greece won’t be afraid to continue this more experimental route

11. ireland - my alternative heart is so happy to see a song and a performer like this on esc. you either live doomsday blue or hate it - i loved it form the first listen. it’s dark alluring enigmatic angry - an experience overall

12. spain - ever since it won benidorm my brain just randomly goes ZORRA‼️ ZORRA ‼️ZORRA ‼️in the middle of the day. it’s not even a guilty pleasure it’s just pure pleasure. i love how unapologetic this song is, the message of it, pure fun and celebration

13. ukraine - i absolutely love it as i do with almost every ukrainian entry although i have to admit it grew off me a little bit. it’s still a contender for the win in may and i wouldn’t be mad tbh. it’s a well made, powerful entry, ukraine always delivers

14. croatia - same like with the previous one it grew off me a little bit but it’s still a banger. this is croatia’s best shot at getting a top10 result and i wish them all the best. it’s pure fun and craziness

15. serbia - this year lacks ballads sm, so serbia (and portugal) have the chance to stand out bringing a cool down in between the chaos. ramonda is calm and reflective and so beautiful evoking all the right emotions. it feels very intimate even on a huge stage. i love meaning of the lyrics

16. sweden - is it a basic pop song? yes? did it also brought me to my knees with this beat and the staging? also yes. like i’m the biggest sweden hater but omg i just can’t help but bang to this song. it’s addicting. the norwegian twins have a pass from me

17. san marino - the funniest thing of this nf season. this not as good as arcadia but it’s still megara with their original style and a great vibe. if san marino fails to qualify with this then idk really.

18. armenia - ITS SO CUTE. it puts a smile on my face fr. ethnic banger through and through kind reminds me of trenuletul in a way (also there’s this polish party song “prawy do lewego” and idk if it’s just me but they have such similar vibes, i would absolutely go drunk dancing to “jako”)

19. denmark - idk i think i just have to have this one very basic song that i like for some reason. this year it’s sand. it’s really pleasing for some reason. nothing special as i said but i like it

20. georgia - your token ethnic girl pop. and that’s exactly it, it is a good song in this particular genre. and for this exact reason i can’t rank it higher. it’s good enough for me to put it here. still i am hoping for a q firm grorgia like let’s be real they deserve it more than anyone (with latvia ofc)

21. finland - camp. just camp. some people say that you either love or hate it but really i think it’s just fine. it doesn’t throw me off with its weirdness but it doesn’t excite me in any way. it’s just a weird little song in the middle of my ranking. but we’ll see if europe thinks it’s too much or exactly what we need. i can see it nqing

22. latvia - it was their best shot at q (although i still kinda mourn “kur?” it was such a nice song) but idk if they’ll manage to do that. it’s a strong powerful entry, but it can get a little lost in this years mix. dons is an amazing vocalis and if we had juries in the semis i know they would appreciate this song but with current system i’m not so sure

23. france - another ok song. i don’t really like the yelling ballad type but i have to admit this is well made. i’m still hoping for the revamp

24. poland - we had better options but this is also fine. an ok pop song, that’s it

25. australia - it’s extremely dated, it gives 2016. but it kinda started growing on me???? i love the usage of the aboriginal instruments and language it’s something original and i’m here for that.

26. moldova - again it’s fine it’s ok. but it doesn’t stand out much. moldova didn’t have better options (expept tudor bumbac) but it’s a let down compared to previous years

27. uk - i had such high hopes looking at the names involved in this song but ultimately it’s a let down. i’d does nothing for me. it’s well made once again but it leaves with zero emotions. comes and goes. kinda sad that they brought such a big name and yet failed to bring an engaging song

28. austria - this is so cringy. girlie is telling me that we will rave and then pulls out the most 2002 eurodance drop known to humankind?????? i mean it’s a swedish reject and it shows. in a way it is fun but more because it’s funny. idk i don’t hate it i just have a beef with it

29. azerbaijan - i’m very happy to hear the azeri language finally debut on esc. but the song is fine at best and bland at worst.

30. czechia - i know there will be a revamp but i’m judging the current version. this saddens and a lot. aiko has so much potential and this song fails to showcase it. it’s very american pop rock esque but kinda on a budget. i wanted to se aiko on esc but not like this :((

31. malta - a few revamps too many. nothing special really, average girl pop.

32. germany - this sounds like a last place i’m sorry😭😭 they’re asking for to atp. the guy is a good vocalist but this song is stuck in 2014

33. cyprus - this is just lazy. when will the cypriot hod learn that by doing the same thing over and over again they won’t replicate their 2018 succès. that was a one time thing and buying more songs form sweden and giving them to people with vague connections to the county won’t do them any good.

34. albania - they just sabotaged themselves with this revamp. it wasn’t a particularly good song before but the english language killed any originality it had left

35. luxembourg - this is just really unfortunate. coming back after 30 years with not even a swedish reject but singing dug up from a swedish dumpster? kinda sad for them but that’s what you get for rejecting your artists ogriginal songs in favour for shwdish bought ones

36. iceland - what i a travel agency advertisement is this? it’s not even about bashar loosing, this song is just bad. the only one this year i can use that word for. luxembourg and albania are whatever but this is just unlistenable for me. hera bjork is an icon already she didn’t need a comeback especially not this one.

thank you for reading for anyone who managed to get this far. i still have many things to say about some songs and nf performances that happened while i was inactive on here. and maybe rant about the STUPID system changes that they want to implement. but i still won’t be watching esc this year. and i won’t be active on here during the esc week (exams) so i just wanted to say that this could’ve been the best esc year ever, with amazing songs visuals hosts etc. but ebu decided to use all that to promote a genocide. so instead of uniting in genocide i hope that the amazing artist of 2024 will unite in humanity and raise their voice against the atrocities that ebu decided to ignore for the sake of money

#eurovision 2024 #nf season

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Star’s 2023 Top K-Pop Songs

*only one song per artist

**I forgot half the songs I listened to this year

27. The Rizzness – Taemin

This song had potential for top 5, were it not for that fuck ass title/the lyrics. The instrumental track is just too good, I loooooove it so much.

26. In Bloom – ZEROBASE ONE

I think this says more about me thank anything else but i just love a pumpy song, it was fun, good track, what else is there to say

25. Still You – Seungkwan

This is me cheating and throwing in an OST but it is far too good and I don’t ever hear anyone talk about it. This song kept me together for half the summer. Go listen right now and tell me im wrong for adding it.

24. UNFORGIVEN – LE SSERAFIM

This is partially because of the MV, i simply love cowboy concepts. Just iconic. dont come for me if their new releases are “better” bc this is my list and also i haven’t listened yet. I am behind.

23. SHALALA – TAEYONG

ICONIC. MV, song, all of it SCREAMEDDDDD ty and i love him for that. I really admire artists that are truly dedicated to their craft and taeyong is just one of those dudes.

22. Say You Love Me – Kai

I couldn’t not put him. I can’t believe there’s a whole year left until he comes back. It’s genuinely insane. anyway rover deserves to be on here too but i wanted to be special (also ur lying if you think this isnt the best song on that album. the only alternative is sinner)

21. Air Force One – ODD EYE CIRCLE

Right when I started wanting to listen to LOONA, everything happened and, well, at least they’re safe. This song is such a bop idk

20. Will I Ever See You Again? – Red Velvet

I think this is mostly just my personal taste but it’s sooooo good, an easy listen but consistently good????

19. LEFT RIGHT – XG

2000s concept SLAYED, idk it’s just such a good song? like i’m not picky in my music taste but this is very much my style

18. Get Loose – THE7

yes i got it from tiktok but a good song is a good song and this is a good song. I actually just like fun songs

17. LONE RANGER – MONSTA X

Remember when i said i love cowboy concepts? yeah. I also was working on a horse farm when this came out so like. it just fit

16. Fire Eyes – The BOYZ

Remember what i said about fun songs? i don’t even know how i found it bc i dont listen to the boyz religiously but i LOVE this song

15. Memories – RIIZE

They’re actually iconic for having siren and memories as pre-releases and showcasing their dance/singing abilities. K-pop is very much about singing for me and boys can sing, so memories made the cut. Honestly all their songs have been on repeat for me though, i just love the final chorus of this song ugh

14. PADO – NCT U

This is another cheat but i couldn’t not put it on. like haechan????? xiaojun???? yeah.. you got me confused…… you got me soooo satisfied

13. Cool With You – NewJeans

Ditto remains my top newjeans song but cool with you… like i said with left right, it’s just very my style and idk i really enjoyed it. The whole album was soooo good JUST TOO SHORT

12. Bubble – STAYC

SLAYC IS BACK LETS GOOOOOO!!!!!!! I LOVE bubblegum pop so this was right up my alley. It’s just so funny and i love the girlies so much im so mad i couldn’t see them on tour

11. Space – NCT 127

WE’RE IN THE TOP TEN NOW LETS GOOOOO!!! Every time this song comes on i ascend to a higher plane of existence like that one spongebob meme. Let it breathe. Let it chill. Yeah we doin’ too much too much. specifically jaehyun on that part……. Oouugghhhhhhhh (whatever instrument/fake instrument that’s doing that one part…. Idk how to describe but ooughhhhhh)

10. BOUNCY (K-HOT CHILLI PEPPERS) – ATEEZ

When i tell you this was on REPEAT while i was in japan… i was making it bouncy all through the streets. played it for my mom and she said “this is a weird song”

9. Fighting – BSS

That one tweet that’s like BSS’s music is like “dont kill yourself were booseoksoon.” yeah. It’s half that and half their performance and incredible ability to always make me laugh

8. Poison – NCT DREAM

my world STOPPED when that track video dropped like…… have i mentioned haechan bc wow. he saw the baekhyun poster outside the recording studio and swore he wouldn’t let him down and he did just that. i love me some good whore music and that is whore music baby

7. Spicy – aespa

Perfect balance between bubblegum pop and noise music. the girlies came to serve and they did just that.

6. JUMP – P1Harmony

Not to be that person but they are seriously soooooo underrated. Justice for my boys because this song is just so good. I NEED to see it in person

5. Queencared – (G)-IDLE

SO hard to choose between this and I DO (and allergy) but ugh. the bubblegum pop won in the end. I love this song so so much, had the time of my LIFE singing along to it. Yuqi come home <3

4. Poppin’ Love – WayV

Idc if you don’t think they’re kpop, they’re going on my list. This song just has it all

3. I Don’t Understand But I Luv U – SEVENTEEN

Remember what i said about whore music? also i genuinely don’t know why anyone was surprised when they looked at the lyrics for the first time like just listen to the song and it’s obvious what they were singing about idk. thank you woozi, thank you jun, thank you hoshi, thank you minghao, and thank you dino. if i dont see this song in concert……… lord knows what will happen to me

2. Let Me In – EXO

this was my number one song of the year i think. It came out right before i went to japan so all those positive memories are associated with this song, but also like.. she’s just that bitch. My first release with DO, Chen, and Baekhyun on one track together and let me tell you.. This song is just too good. Vocals will always win me over and the entire bridge-last chorus (actually the whole song).. just so good.

1. Can We Go Back – NCT DJJ

Whore music. Vocals. What else do you need???? When i tell you this song has brought me out of a Mood several times,,, idk what it is i just love this song so much. i put it on to write this and like. there’s just nothing bad about this song, its too good. the instrumental, the vocals, they knew EXACTLY what they were doing. PLEASEEEEE keep letting jaehyun sing it’s such a crime to hide his voice

Runner Ups:

I DO – (G)-IDLE, Allergy – (G)-IDLE, Super – SEVENTEEN, Perfume – NCT DJJ, SHOOTING STAR – XG, Sinner – Kai, Rover – Kai, Ay-Yo – NCT 127, Lip Gloss – THE BOYZ, God of Music – SEVENTEEN, RODEO – WayV, Get a Guitar – RIIZE, Talk Saxy – RIIZE, Welcome to MY World – aespa, Drama – aespa, Guilty – TAEMIN, She Loves Me, She Loves Me Not – TAEMIN, NewJeans 2nd EP ‘Get Up’

“What about _” i probably forgot to add it, i wont lie

inspired by threads ive seen on twitter. if you see this and want to do it PLEASE do!!!! and tag me in it!! i love reading these :)

#star talks 💫#🎧 now playing... ☆#this was so fun to make #i’ve been wanting to do this for like two weeks now

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For the ask game, every multiple of 5.

bestie that's so many

5: what does your latest text from someone else say?

"This robot is trying so hard" in response to a youtube shorts link i sent

10: when is the last time you played the air guitar?

people actually do this??

15: do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?

behind. always. i fucking hate getting my picture taken. froggie can attest to this after she made me get after i got BeReal

20: what is your greatest weakness; greatest strength?

damn we're going with the serious ones tonight aren't we? i like to think that, in face-to-face irl situations, i'm a good listener. i just fucking suck at responding. especially after my covid infection, i can't brain-to-mouth words anymore. the edit feature on imessage has helped this significantly since 99% of my interactions happen over that text platform but hooooooly shit i'm so bad at speaking

25: do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?

i really like facetime but i fucking HATE looking at myself in the little window so i'll usually point it directly at my ceiling unless it's with One Specific Friend, mostly bc she's already seen me naked so her seeing me at Not My Best isn't a big deal and also like. idk i just fucking Hate My Face lol

30: stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? do the same with your left.

since i'm in bed and the only thing to my right is... the air. pumpkin is directly in FRONT of my right arm so i'll go with that. my phone is in front of my left arm.

35: to you, what is the meaning of life?

dude i don't even know. fuck around and find out. see more than twelve thousand trees. don't tell your friends they do too much yoga. own a cat. have at least one sex-induced medical emergency. confuse a seagull for an eagle when you're high as shit and get laughed at for it. drink a truly on the beach and watch the tide come in. eat so many cherries you shit yourself forty five minutes later and don't regret a single second of it. buy all of the notebooks you see in the bookstore and don't write in any of them. sleep outside when it's warm enough. take care of a houseplant. go far enough away from the city to actually SEE the stars. work with children. cry because of a dumb movie. breathe.

40: do you drive? if so, have you ever crashed?

yes: coming home from the seattle/tacoma metro area i got hit by someone going 90mph (145 kph) on the interstate. genuinely thought i was fish food that day.

45: what's the worst injury you've ever had?

probably the time i attempted rifle and caught it w/ my skull instead of my hands.

50: do you believe in magic?

55: love or lust?

insert "why not both" gif

60: is there anything pink within ten feet of you?

yes, a couple things. a couple of bowls, a bag of potting soil, my sharps containers, some animal shaped erasers, a solid 50% of my sex toys are pink for some reason.

65: top five favorite blogs on tumblr?

peach, froggie, lou, steph, and vati

70: are you the kind of friend that you would want to have as a friend?

i would choke me out without hesitation i do not understand how froggie tolerates me to be honest with you

75: what are the last four digits of your phone #

what are you a cop???

80: what size shoes do you wear

i don't know bc it's changed since i've started t and now none of my shoes fit

85: what's the last song you listened to?

i wanna get better by bleachers (title of my current wip comes from this song!)

90: you wake up to find that you're surrounded by mummies. they aren't doing anything, just standing around your bed. what do you do?

assume i'm dreaming and try to go back to bed

95: you just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. you have to depart right now. where are you going to go?

do i HAVE to??? i don't have a passport and i don't like airports :(

#asks #answered #anonymous #my post

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tiptapricot · 1 year

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4, 12 and 20 for Moses!

OHHHFGG these r rlly good ones o boy…

4. Has your character ever witnessed something that fundamentally changed them? If so, does anyone else know?

Moses has witnessed a lot that’s changed him, so I’ll give some snapshots from diff points in life, though I can not go fully in depth bc it. Would end up being way too long.

After being sent away by his mother to survive outside of the life she was able to give him, he returned to find his childhood home was now owned by another family. Which he should’ve expected, but something about realizing there was no Thing to return to, no people and no place, really changed his view on nostalgia and connection and in a lot of ways made him feel even more bitter about memories he’d kept as comforting ones, because if there was no way to revisit that feeling concretely, what was the point? He doesn’t talk about his childhood or his early life anyone. Some things may have ended up in songs in an abstract sense but he refuses to talk about it solidly, even if things still cling to him.

Seeing Antez and Romero for the first time, seeing Antez break into something otherworldly and perhaps even eat someone was a profound moment of fear and belonging and revelation for him. It solidified who they were to him, what they were, and gave this sick release of any need to hide or to quell violent urges that alienated him from others. They know that, not because he’s talked about it but because his awe is palpable and they can tell he enjoys their physicality a lot.

Further in the future, Moses meets another trans man solidly, truly, and it causes such a profound and complicated explosion of worldview that he makes some very very bad choices and is unable to regulate his feelings. Everyone knows about this, because it causes a disaster.

12. In what situation was your character the most calm they’ve ever been?

The night he performed his own top surgery was frantic and emotional and intense, a buzzing desperate thing that needed to happen. But the morning after… even aching and healing and bandaged and tired and nauseous… the relief was so potent. And it was also probably from blood loss, but he was so tired and calm and happy… He gets smaller moments still. His brain is fast and paranoid but he finds lulls while working on writing music, or sitting on Antez and Romero’s porch, or feeling the touring carriage jostle around him when his thoughts just smooth and quiet, and he gets to be.

20. In what ways does your character compare themselves to others? Do they do this for the sake of self-validation or self-criticism?

Moses is constantly comparing for both reasons. He’s comparing himself to men around him, critical of his own performance of gender and whether or not people can tell he isn’t the “right” kind of man or not, and this often falls into self-criticism and hate. But he also compares himself to other singers and performers, to critics and people who have reached success with a vitriolic kind of tearing down that boosts his ego and makes him extremely confidant in himself. He often swings between extremes, and is constantly aware of himself and those around him and the state of his own performance of personhood.

I think one of the best moments of self reflection and comparison has come from his connection with Romero, of getting to find intimacy with someone else who doesn’t show skin and who has a feeling of separation from others. That ends up funky in some ways as it furthers Moses’s sense of humanity from himself, but it’s not inherently toxic, and gives him a similar-ish experience for awhile that makes him feel less alone, and even desired for his state of self.

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#yeah…. this guy has thoughts in him #moses tag #the fruits ocs #the fruit is answering again #the fruit is talking again

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Tim Clarke’s 2022: Light at the end of the tunnel?

The Smile photo by Alex Lake

I don’t want to curse anyone by saying it out loud, but could 2022 be the turning point after a truly horrendous couple of years? For me, the very fact that two-fifths of Radiohead put out an excellent album already makes this year notable. However, I was also lucky enough to get great new albums by favorites Big Thief, Dry Cleaning, and Aldous Harding. Plus, this year I’ve seen more live music than the previous two years combined. Here’s to 2023 continuing this upward trajectory of more great music, both recorded and live.

1. The Smile — A Light For Attracting Attention (XL)

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Any Radiohead-related project is guaranteed to pique my interest, but one involving Thom Yorke and Jonny Greenwood? Having said that, even I was surprised at just how good A Light For Attracting Attention turned out. Veering from spectral balladry to twitchy post-punk, there’s not only variety here, but also a satisfying narrative arc, some great playing from all three members, plus the exciting prospect of another Smile album in the near future.

2. Big Thief — Dragon New Warm Mountain I Believe In You (4AD)

Dragon New Warm Mountain I Believe In You by Big Thief

After giving us two albums in 2019, Big Thief returned with a double album of surprising diversity and consistently high quality. At its best (“Little Things,” “Sparrow,” “Simulation Swarm”), DNWMIBIY feels like Big Thief could go anywhere from here, and if the rumors are true, there are as many more songs on the cutting-room floor as made it onto this 20-track monster. Here’s to another Big Thief album in 2023.

3. Dry Cleaning — Stumpwork (4AD)

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Dry Cleaning’s second album in two years catches this inimitable London band on a roll. There’s enough musical evolution from last year’s New Long Leg to ensure this isn’t just more of the same, though Florence Shaw’s lyrics and delivery are as funny as ever. Plus, Tom Dowse continues to be one of the most inventive and tuneful electric guitarists of recent years.

4. Black Country, New Road — Ants from Up There (Ninja Tune)

Ants From Up There by Black Country, New Road

Much like Bowie passing away soon after the release of Blackstar, Isaac Wood leaving Black Country, New Road soon after the release of Ants from Up There is the kind of artistic move that feels preordained. This is a massive, ridiculous, intricate, and deeply moving album, and one that I doubt the remaining members of the band will top in Wood’s absence.

5. Stephen Becker — A Calm That Shifts (NNA Tapes)

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Apparently, Stephen Becker worked on his solo debut for years between playing in countless other bands — and you can hear it. A Calm That Shifts is the kind of debut that spotlights a talent who has been quietly working in the margins of other people’s music for a long time, refining his craft. This is the kind of expansive folk-pop that has the songs, subtlety, and depth to slowly win you over.

6. billy woods — Aethiopes (Backwoodz Studioz)

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It’s rare I listen to hip-hop at all, let alone hear an album that blows me away, but getting billy woods’ Aethiopes in the Mid-Year Exchange was a revelation. I haven’t been this excited about a hip-hop album since Cannibal Ox’s The Cold Vein, way back in 2001. On Aethiopes, woods paints vivid pictures of urban desolation, set to producer Preservation’s woozy patchwork of old blues and jazz samples.

7. Aldous Harding — Warm Chris (4AD)

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It’s hard to know how to take Aldous Harding’s shapeshifting vocal persona. On Warm Chris she’s more playful yet more seriously committed than ever to all the roles in her songwriting, making for some deliciously disorientating pop music. Perhaps not as consistent as her last full-length, Designer, but certainly as charming.

8. Living Hour — Someday is Today (Next Door)

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Though it includes my favorite song of the year in “Feelings Meeting,” Living Hour’s third album has plenty of other great songs. “Feelings Meeting” stands out as a thrilling shoegaze masterstroke, while most of the rest of the record is the kind of narcotized dream-pop Beach House do so well.

9. Daniel Rossen — You Belong There (Warp)

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God knows when we’ll next get another Grizzly Bear record. Until then, Daniel Rossen’s solo debut will more than suffice. On You Belong There, his guitar playing is immaculate, and he doesn’t spare any indulgence on the arrangements either, layering instruments liberally across these stridently morose compositions.

10. Skullcrusher — Quiet the Room (Secretly Canadian)

Quiet the Room by Skullcrusher

It’s been a long time since I’ve heard an album playing in a record store full stop, let alone one that’s prompted me to ask at the desk what’s playing on the turntable. So it was with Skullcrusher. It immediately reminded me of Grouper, but less shy and less smothered in hazy melancholy. Quiet the Room is still a deeply introverted record, but one whose sounds are unafraid to shine, mainly thanks to Big Thief producer Andrew Sarlo’s sterling job at the desk.

Another excellent ten (in alphabetical order):

Oren Ambarchi / Johan Berthling / Andreas Werliin — Ghosted (Drag City)

Ellen Arkbro & Johan Graden — I get along without you very well (Thrill Jockey)

Disassembler — A Wave From A Shore (Western Vinyl)

Goon — Hour of Green Evening (Demode)

Gwenno — Tresor (Heavenly)

Horse Lords — Comradely Objects (RVNG Intl.)

Cate Le Bon — Pompeii (Mexican Summer)

Market — The Consistent Brutal Bullshit Gong (Western Vinyl)

Shearwater — The Great Awakening (Polyborus)

Winged Wheel — No Island (12XU)

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#dusted magazine #yearend 2022 #tim clarke #the smile #big thief #dry cleaning #black country new road #stephen becker #billy woods #aldous harding #living hour #daniel rossen #skullcrusher

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Love On Top (2011) - Beyoncé

Genre: contemporary r&b, pop soul

Peak position on US Billboard Hot 100: 20

Beyoncé of course needs no introduction - she's managed to continue making iconic songs for for decades now, and is still releasing really exciting pop albums. "Love On Top" is a recent discovery for me - it doesn't seem to be one of her most talked about songs, and I don't understand why. It is a very upbeat modern take on older R&B/soul, and it is fantastic.

The highlight of this song is unsurprisingly Beyoncé's singing - perhaps this goes without saying, but I love when vocalists sing as if their life depends on it. There is so much heart in the vocals here. When she sings like this she unlocks an almost raspy quality to her voice which I can't get enough of; it works amazingly in firey, angry songs like "Don't Hurt Yourself", but it also can feel ecstatic and joyful as it does here. She sings like all her love and passion is being channelled into it.

It truly is a joyful song. It falls into a category of music that is perhaps my favourite: songs that celebrate happiness. I want to draw the comparison with "Isn't She Lovely" by Stevie Wonder, because this feels like a song that could have been released by him (and I would love to somehow see 70s Stevie Wonder do a cover of it). While it is a tier below that song for me - though that song is one of the best ever made - it comes close to that same heavenliness at points, especially when she reaches her higher registers. This is perhaps my favourite performance from her I've heard yet.

It is also a wonderfully excessive song; the backing vocals, the horns, and, the most impactful, the four key changes, all combine to make a song that is bursting at the seams with emotion. You wish that the chorus would continue forever at the end, with the key gradually getting higher and higher.

#music #music history #music review #pop #song review #favourite songs #r&b song #beyonce #love on top #happy song #happy music #soul

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[PART 23 - FINAL] TEACH ME HOW TO LOVE (DAD!BUCKY X TEACHER!READER)

Title: teach me how to love - AO3 Pairing: Bucky x Reader (teacher) Rating: Explicit (for Chapter 9 & 12 & 20 and 23) Tags/Warnings: godfather!Bucky, canon-typical violence/death of character, fluff, angst, learning disability, almost a spy AU, PTSD, nightmares, mentions of anxiety, oral/penetrative sex, body modification, pain and angst, hurt/comfort, surgery/operations, did I mention FLUFF

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Author’s Note: Well, here we are folks, the end of a long, long road. 78K WORDS. Hope you have enjoyed this ride with me, and I CANNOT THANK YOU ENOUGH for sticking along for the ride. I hope this is the ending you all wanted! It was really a comfort piece for me.If you are upset that this is ending, do not fret! I am working on yet another monster project: "hold onto me (this is our playlist)" which has been in the works for some time.

Christmas

You and Bucky had promised not to get each other gifts, but you figure it wouldn’t hurt if you just gave him something that you had technically gotten for him a while ago.

It was well worth the unexpected laughter Bucky let out when he unwrapped his package to reveal the old tattered copy of The Hobbit he’d first picked up at the bookstore on one of your first dates.

“This is – is this the copy?!”

“Yeah! I asked them to put it away the same day!” You laugh as he curls his arms around you, kissing your neck, making you burst into a fit of ticklish cackling. “Bucky! Stop! You’re gonna make us late for dinner!”

“I don’t care,” he growls playfully, nipping at your ear.

(You just make it in time).

You have Christmas dinner with the Bartons – a loud, chaotic, bright affair. The children are singing loudly, albeit off-key, to the Christmas carols playing in the house and Bucky’s playful voice doesn’t fail to make you smile. Laura caught you more than once as you helped her in the kitchen while Clint made his infamous eggnog.

“It’s so good to see Bucky happy, and you seem like you’re happy too,” Laura offers. Even if you’d only met her a handful of times, she was kind and always welcoming. It was truly a blessing.

“I am,” you reply sincerely, your voice sure and strong.

It seemed like the day flew by, really, with the hustle and bustle. Having heard enough carols, you watched in amusement as Clint declared it their time to sing and brought out a karaoke microphone.

“No way,” you laughed.

Clint takes a go and wows them with a very enthusiastic “All I Want for Christmas Is You” to which Laura can only roll her eyes fondly at. Something tells you that she’s heard this one a lot. What surprises you more, is when Clint hands the microphone off to Bucky and he actually takes it.

In all the time you’ve known each other, you’ve never heard him sing, not even in the shower. Sometimes he’ll hum along to a tune in the car, but you can see his cheeks begin to turn pink as he shakes his head in shyness.

You wolf whistle, which only makes him blush more, and it’s endearing. He looks loose and relaxed, his christmas sweater making him look cozy, the flush on his cheeks making him look so warm and soft. You want to scream at the top of your lungs that you love this man standing in front of you, clutching the microphone with a lopsided grin.

Bucky dedicating his song to you is probably one of the best Christmas gifts you’ve ever gotten.

He sings “Can’t Help Falling in Love With You” and it’s like he takes the words right out of your mouth.

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“Hey Bucky?” You’re both laying in your bed, since one of Yelena’s gifts from the Bartons had been to take her to the amusement park, and you certainly weren’t going to pass on the opportunity. A finger of yours traces lazy circles into Bucky’s chest while he has a hand tucked behind his head, the other wrapped around you and resting on your side.

“Hm?”

“Do you make New Year’s Resolutions?”

“Not usually. Do you?”

You shake your head, because it was true. It’s not that you didn’t believe in bettering yourself, but it seemed pointless to just try and focus on one aspect. Everyday should be about trying to improve your life, right? You tell Bucky this, and he chuckles. You can feel the up and down of his chest as he does so, warming your heart.

“I like that,” he agrees. “I guess I’ve felt the same but never really thought about it that way. I guess… I only have one goal for myself this year, I suppose that’s my resolution.”

“What is it?”

“Can’t jinx myself,” Bucky admonishes you, even as you lightly pester him.

“Buuuuuuucky,” you whine.

“Stop!” He flips over to bracket your head, resting on his forearms, nuzzling your neck and making you squeal as his light stubble scratches at your sensitive skin.

“Okay! Okay!” You giggle for mercy. When you’ve caught your breath, you say softer, “Okay.”

“Okay,” he repeats, lowering himself to your lips.

Okay. Better than okay.

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When you return back to school, the kids are all excited and bursting to tell stories of their holidays. You decide to do a show and tell, so the kids can tell their stories to the rest of the class, and you revel in all their adventures. Some have traveled, visited family, learned new skills or read a new book.

When the bell rings, you say goodbye to the kids as you do a quick check of your hair and light make up. You feel a tug on your floral dress.

“Ms. [y/n]?”

“Yes, Yelena?”

“Papa says he’s gonna make you dinner today! But I’m having dinner with Peter and Mr. Stark today!”

“Did he? I sure hope so. And that’s amazing, I’m sure you’re going to have a lot of fun.”

The brunette bounces on his feet, floppy hair waving with each bounce.

“Let’s all get going then, shall we?” You let the two children lead you across the school yard, which is bustling with parents and kids alike. You spot Bucky and his Camaro instantly, and see him chatting with Happ leisurely. Bucky’s leaning against his car, hands in his pockets, looking relaxed and casual - it’s a good look on him. When the three of you approach, Yelena bounds over quickly.

“Hi Mr. Happy!” Yelena greets as she clambers into the backseat after Peter. “Bye Ms. [y/n]!”

“See you tomorrow!” You call after her as her red locks disappear and Happy closes the door.

“Have a nice evening,” he salutes as he drives off with the kids. Bucky opens your door for you, and you once again find yourself a passenger of Bucky’s, willing to go anywhere.

“You look beautiful.” He kisses the back of your hand like a gentleman before putting the car in drive. He’s content to smile happily, so you simply lay your left hand on his thigh in comfort.

“How’re you feeling now?”

“Good,” Bucky grins. “Real good. S’like it’s a brand new arm.”

“I’m just glad it doesn’t hurt,” you tell him truthfully.

“You’re a literal angel, y’know that?” He smirks, and just like that, he’s morphed back into the confident Bucky you knew before the surgery.

When you enter the house, you’re hit with the delicious smell of cooking, though you have no idea what it is. He takes your coat like a gentleman, and lets you wander since ou’re already familiar with his home.

When Bucky’s ready and brings you into the kitchen, you can’t help the smile that breaks out over your face - it looks beautiful. There are roses on the table for you, and the dinner is plated for the both of you. You plant an enthusiastic kiss on the cheek before he goes and pulls out your chair for you so you can dig into the bruschetta, the fresh scent of basil in the air. You tease him for being an old soul, but make up for it by complimenting over and over again for the lasagna and homemade crumble.

“Yelena is so lucky,” you pout. “She gets to have your cooking all the time!” You offer to help with the dishes, and despite his protest, pick up the drying cloth. There’s an easy air of domesticity that scares you for a second before you remind yourself to not overthink things, unaware that he’s having his own freakout, comparing the two of you to Clint and Laura right now. He pours the rest of the wine into your glass before having a scotch himself.

“I love when you cook!”

“Oh yeah?” Bucky puts his scotch down and wraps his arms around your waist.

“Yeah, I can taste the passion.”

Bucky bites at his bottom lip before staring you dead in the eyes. “I’m dyin’ to show you just how passionate I can be.”

You suck in a deep breath and try not to shiver. “But I’m trying to be good, because I know I told you we could take it slow -”

“Not that slow,” you blurt out, fingers feather-light across his chest. “I think we’re well past that now.”

“Yeah? Are you sure about that? I can go as fast as I want?” He warns in a voice that gives you goosebumps.

“Buck, you’ve shown me that I don’t have to be afraid, I can trust you, go all in on you. So I’m doing it. I’m jumping headfirst into this. ‘Cause I want you. I don’t want to waste any more time.” And just like that, his lips are on yours, the taste of alcohol lingering on your tongues.

“I swear to you, angel, I’ll make sure you never regret it,” he pants between your fervent kisses as he goes to lift you onto his countertop. “Don’t ever need to be scared with me. I promise you.”

The thing is - you believed him. You really did. You’d already surpassed what

His hands move to your thighs, playing with the hem of your dress until you deliberately hook your ankles around the back of his legs and pull him forward. He slips his hands under your dress and takes his time just enjoying the softness of your skin. Through your underwear, his thumb rubs up and down your slit, swirling around your clit every now and then.

“This okay?” he asks, fingers hooked in the band of your underwear. You nod and make an affirmative noise, words unable to form. He slips them down your legs, then makes a show of licking them, where your juices are evident, and tucks them into his back pocket. You can legitimately feel more gushing out of you at his bold display.

“God, that was hot,” you mumble, hands reaching out for him - any part of him, to bring him back to your mouth. You suck on his bottom lip when he inserts two fingers in you and your hips jerk forward. You have to break the kiss to fling your head back as you let out a deep moan. Bucky licks up the column of your neck, nips at your flesh before kissing down your chest, when your dress has slightly shifted. He focuses on curling his fingers just right, keeping the pace steady and putting his thumb to work on your sensitive bundle of nerves. His other arm makes its way up your dress, metal causing goosebumps on your back as he expertly unclips your bra with a snap of his fingers. He nudges your loosened bra out of his way from where his face is buried in your breasts and sucks at the skin leading to your hardened nipples.

“Bucky, oh god, I - I -” Bucky loves the way you moan his name, he plunges a third finger in as he takes a nipple between his teeth and gently worries it in his teeth.

You desperately want to hang on, but it’s Bucky. He can play you like a fiddle, coax all the sweet noises he wants from you and knows your body just as well as you yourself.

Against your willpower, you come with a loud, broken cry, legs quivering on either side of Bucky. He nearly spills in his own jeans when he hears the noise you make and feels your hot juices trickling down his fingers like a stream. You collapse on his counter, unable to support yourself when your chest is heaving for air. How is it possible that every orgasm he gives you can feel this mind blowing?

“I think it’s time to move this to the bedroom,” Bucky says coyly. As you muster the strength to hold yourself up again and look at him, he’s licking you off of his hand. His tongue starts at his wrist for fuck’s sake and you watch it snake between his fingers, vividly remember what his tongue can do.

“Yes,” you agree hoarsely, even if you’re not sure your legs will work. Thankfully, Bucky seems to know about your dilemma since he walks over to you with purpose. First, he undoes his jeans, and rucks his shirt up. You ogle at the strip of abs you can see, and he smirks at you.

“I happen to like his outfit quite a bit, and you’re known for making such a mess.” With that, he leaves you so turned on, you’re speechless as he plucks you off the counter, and your legs do their best to wrap around him. Your bare cunt is pressed right up against his pelvis, and with every step he takes, the coarse hair of his treasure trail rubs against your folds and it’s even worse when he takes the stairs. You hang off of his neck like an ornament and again marvel at his strength and how gentle he could be despite it, wondering if you would ever feel him unleash some of it.

He leans forward to lay you on the bed but your arms and legs give out, dropping you onto the cool, silky sheets.

Bucky takes his pants off, briefs along with them, and you all but drool at the sight of his cock again, remembering every spark it caused the last time. You scramble to run your hands up those devastating thighs of his, lifting up the hem of his shirt again.

“Fuck,” he hisses above you as his dick twitches against your throat. You tug at his shirt again and he gets the hint this time. There’s a brief flash of hesitancy before he strips it off, and you again kiss him all over. You’d do it as many times as it takes to convince him that all of him was beautiful. He unzips your dress from behind and it pools in your lap. He takes both breasts in his hands and kneels in front of you like a worshiper at the altar.

When he’s eye-level with your breasts, he licks and teases, enjoying the way they can harden so quickly under his touch. With some shuffling, you manage to shake the dress off, letting it flutter to the floor at Bucky’s knees.

“God, your tongue, Bucky,” you groan as he pinches a nipple. “Your hands - you everything, you’re driving me wild. You’re gonna make me come again just like this,” you whine.

Fuck if wasn’t the hottest thing Bucky’s ever heard.

“Not yet, sweetheart,” Bucky pleads. “Hang on just a sec, yeah? I wanna get inside you first, fuckin’ love the way you grip me so tight when you come.”

You stave off an orgasm only because all traces of Bucky leave your body, and you yearn for his touch again. You hear the telltale crinkling of a condom wrapper and your pussy throbs in anticipation.

“I gotta tell you, doll, I love watching my cock inside you, how pretty you take it,” Bucky confesses as he rolls the condom down on himself and slides you upward on the bed so he can kneel between your legs. “You’re just so tight, feels like I’m fillin’ you up to the brim.”

“You are, you are,” you wail. “You feel so good, Buck, so good inside me. Makes me feel so full I can’t breathe, you’re so big. Come on, wanna feel you, Buck.”

He lines himself up with your glistening hole and pushes in nearly all the way. It rips a guttural sound from your throat as you cling to his biceps, urging him to go deeper. When he’s balls-deep inside you, his hands roam over your shaking body, caressing every inch of your skin.

“You can move,” you urge. Bucky starts off slow, like he’s scared he’s going to break you.You wouldn’t mind at this point, your mind hazy with post-coital bliss. You drink in all the noises Bucky makes, all the praise he sings to you as your body takes and takes. Greedily, you want more.

“Wait, wait,” you manage to get out. Bucky stills instantly and you take in his features - worry, like you maybe want to stop. Idiot. “Flip us over,” you demand and Bucky’s eyes nearly fall out of his skull. He does as you ask, his head hitting the pillows behind him as he looks up at you, your hands planted on either side of his head.

“Absolute Goddess,” he whispers, kissing. “A queen. My queen. Can’t believe I got so lucky.”

You’d shy away from his compliments in any other situation, but right now, he was feeding you the power and confidence to ride the hell out of him. You decide to use his chest for leverage instead, an excuse to dig your fingers into his delicious pecs and feel every rumbling groan deep in his chest. You grind your hips down and feel the wetness on your thighs as you pump up and down. His one hand is tangled in your hair, the other on your thigh, his fingers deep in your flesh.

“So fuckin’ pretty like this, doll,” Bucky tells you. “Sit up for me, baby, let me see you bouncin’ on my cock.” You do exactly as you say and straighten up. His legs are bent behind you so you lean back on them for support, hands on his knees. His hands slide under your thighs as you continue to ride him and you can see him completely zoned into where you two are joined, shiny with slick and lube.

“Lean back, arch your back for me,” Bucky orders in a fevered tone that you haven’t heard before, and your instinct is to obey. “Ngh, fuck, I wish you could see this.”

“Ah, Bucky!” You scream, your legs giving way as they turn to jello. You lay your palms flat on Bucky’s abs as your body continues to quiver, fluids gushing out around his cock as you meekly try to continue working his cock. You know it’s a lost cause, so you drop to his chest. “Please, Buck, show me… show me that you wanna make me yours still.”

Something primal snaps in Bucky as plants his feet steadily into the mattress and wraps one arm around your waist, the other around your shoulders to anchor you to him. You cling to his shoulders for dear life as he fucks up into you, every motion causing you spasm as you haven’t quite come down from your high yet.

“Yeah, Buck, right there,” you sob and Bucky comes with a strangled moan, his cock buried as deep as possible, at the entrance of your cervix. His dick twitches as it fills the condom and you’re both a sweaty, panting mess. His arms don’t let you go though, and you’re more than content to lay on top of him, rising with each of his breaths.

“Holy fuck,” he mutters into your hair and you can’t help but laugh. Your body is loose and happy, feeling drunk on your orgasms. You hum in agreement.

“You’ll have to get off me if you want me to clean us up, doll.”

“Don’t pretend like you couldn’t flip me off of you if you wanted,” you poke his side. Bucky chuckles, and you like the way it reverberates through your body. He doesn’t deny it. And even after, when his cock is soft and you’re both breathing normally again, he doesn’t want to move. He wants to lay with you like this for an eternity.

February

“Happy Valentine’s Day.”

You turn to your door and find Bucky there, a bag of takeout in one hand while your kids are out to lunch.

“Bucky!” You smile widely at the surprise visit. “I got your flowers, thank you!”

They sat in a vase on your desk, a bright, big bouquet of roses, and some of the other teachers had already commented on it, envious and in awe. They truly were beautiful, and you had flushed deeply when they had come to deliver it to you.

“Anything for my queen,” he murmurs genuinely against your lips. The food may be a little cooled off when you finally get around to it.

March

“Listen sweetpea,” Bucky says one night after Yelena’s bedtime story. “Can I ask you something?”

“Uh-huh!”

“You know that Ms. [y/n] and I have been really close lately, and we spend a lot of time together?”

“Uh-huh.”

“She makes me very happy.”

“I like when you’re happy,” she smiles. He chuckles at her unbridled innocence.

“Thanks pumpkin, I like it too. I like spending time with her. I want to see if she’ll spend even more time with me. She won’t be your teacher next school year, so you probably won’t see her very much at school. And, right now, she lives by herself… So I want to ask her if she’d like to come live with us instead. Would you be okay with Ms.[y/n] living with us?”

“YES! Yes, papa! She lets us have lots of fun. Will she bring her paints with her from her house?”

Bucky is overcome with relief, and smiles at her. “How about I make sure she brings it, just for you? Sweetie, this is a very big deal, it’s going to change so much, for you too. I want to…to be like Clint and Laura.”

She looks at him, blinks her bright jade eyes. “Yay! Do I still get to go to science camp?”

Bucky huffs a laugh. “Sure thing, dumpling. But you’ll let me know if it doesn’t feel right, okay? I want you to be happy too. Because I like when you’re happy, that’s what matters most to me.”

“I’ll be happy, papa.” She’s easily satisfied, it seems, so he wraps Yelena up in her blanket, and holds her, looking down at the picture frame on her bedside table.

Nat’s smile has always been there, but for some reason, it seems bigger tonight.

June

When the school year finally came to an end, you and Bucky had been dating for months already. Even still, it feels like years. You were so grateful that somebody could make you feel this comfortable and so quickly.

Now that school is out, you have three months of free time. Of course, you had hoped to be spending most of your time with Bucky, depending on his schedule. On top of that, Yelena had been intent on going to science cap with AJ and Cass for a full eight weeks over the summer, which Bucky had seemed reluctant to agree to at first, but in the end, he just couldn’t deny her pleading face.

You knew that Bucky would always cave in to that little girl.

Still, you were glad for some private time with Bucky too. There were some things Yelena really did not need to witness, of course.

You’re lounging together one day, after dropping Yelena and the Wilson boys off at camp, when Bucky starts to act a little off-kilter.

“Hey, Buck?”

“Hm?” He looks up at you and blinks owlishly, his finger still nervously tracing circles into your shoulder.

“What’s wrong? You seem… off.”

He opens his mouth to say something, and closes it again before chewing on his bottom lip.

“Is it… Anything to do with your arm?”

He shakes his head, which gave you some sense of relief, at least. “I, uh, had something I wanted to ask you.”

“Sure, anything,” you encourage happily. Bucky takes a deep breath, turning to face you even more.

“How would you feel about moving in with me?”

“I – really?”

“You don’t have to, of course!” Bucky blurts out quickly. “It’s just – I talked it over with Yelena, and you’re no longer her teacher, I thought it made sense…”

“Okay.”

“Okay?” His eyebrows raise the slightest bit, as if surprised you had agreed so easily – or surprised you agreed at all.

“Yes.”

A smile breaks out over his features. “Okay.”

You end up renting your unit out to Sam, since he had decided to stay in Delacroix permanently, and you had both taken the opportunity to tease him about it.

“What are you talking about, I’m staying for my nephews.”

“And not at all for a certain blonde? Six feet,short hair, goes by the name of Riley?” You smirk as you hand over the keys.

“You’re a bully,” Sam deadpans.

So, you found yourself packing up your apartment – very specifically, making sure to keep the paints aside for easy unpacking. Bucky is piling the containers and boxes by the door. Your apartment was already fairly bare, so it didn’t take long to pack up most of what you really needed.

You manage to sleep in, miraculously. Your front is warm, slightly damp with sweat where you’re plastered to Bucky’s sleeping form. Instead of getting out of bed and ready for the day, you listen to Bucky’s soft breathing a few more moments. His vibranium arm is draped across your waist, and you admire the beautiful work of it again, so thankful that he had accepted the offer and that it had turned out so well. Bucky still doesn’t like to talk about it much, but it’s clear as day that he actually appreciates the craftsmanship in the arm. He walks with his back straighter, his shoulders more relaxed – he’s happier. And it’s a beautiful look on him.

—

You’re so lost in thought that you miss the way Bucky slowly wakes up, the arm pillowed beneath your head slowly curling as he runs his fingers through your hair.

“Good morning’,” you smile against his skin.

“Morrnin’, gorgeous,” mumbles sleepily into your hair.

“Lemme go make us coffee,” you say, trying to extract yourself from his arms.

“Later,” he coaxes. It doesn’t take much to keep you there for a while longer, but eventually you really do have to get up as your tummies rumble.

You let Bucky shower while you prepare coffee and pull out the ingredients for breakfast, wondering what Bucky might want. This part of your routine you could do blindfolded, so you turn out while you pull the mugs out, pour your own coffee and measure out the sugar and milk. Stir. Sip to test.

Bucky sneaks up behind you, and sucks the sweet spot under your ear and your legs turn to jelly, sagging against him.

“Bucky,” you chastise playfully, turning around to meet his kiss. Pressed against him, you can feel the outline of his cock pressed into your thigh and move your hand down to cup it through his jeans. He hissed and bites at your bottom lip, tugging it. Your hands unbutton his jeans as he cups your face in both hands, deepening the kiss. He lifts you easily onto the kitchen island in response, the marble cold on the back of your thighs.

“Bucky,” you gasp this time, hands in his hair and gripping onto the bunched muscles in his shoulders. His hands snake under the hem of the shirt of his you had taken, to take your panties off. Your heart rate skyrockets when Bucky displays his affection like this, as Bucky easily slips his forearms under your thighs and takes all your weight in order to drag your underwear down your legs.

“So wet for me already…” he buries his face in your neck, loves that you’re wearing his scent on you, loves that his shirt will smell like you when he leaves. He teases your clit with his thumb and listens to all the delicious noises you make right in his ear. I’m the one that makes you sound like this.

“Spread your legs for me, gorgeous.” Mine, mine, all mine.

You pull him in for a bruising kiss, throwing caution to the wind. The way he looks at you makes you feel like the only girl in the entire world, it makes you sing, it makes you float. When he removes his arm from your back, you collapse onto your back, propped up on your elbows as Bucky hikes your shirt up past your hips and immediately goes to work. You squirm even with your legs in his grasp. He’s enjoying it, all it’s doing is making a bigger mess on his face and he’s wild for it.

“That’s it, sweetheart, go on and make a mess,” he groans, his hands pushing your thighs closer to your body.

You wail at the onslaught of sensations. He’s got you bent in half on your own kitchen counter and is absolutely picking you apart piece by piece. There’s nothing for you to grab ahold of, your nails scraping across the counter ineffectively. Your head drops back with your eyes rolling when he gets tired of teasing you and plunges his tongue inside you.

“Fuuuuuuck,” you groan loudly as you come, right on his face, and all he does is moan and retract his tongue to lick at your some more. He’s killing you. He’s killing you and you are happily dying. Your arms shake and you fall back, chest heaving. Your hair is probably half in the sink, and legs ache from tensing up, and still Bucky doesn’t let up.

“God, Bucky,” you whine, trying to wiggle away and out of his grasp to give your throbbing clit a chance to recover.

“Didn’t say I was done with you yet, doll.” His voice hoarse and face shining with your slick he gives you a look that sends shivers down your spine.

“Jesus, Bucky, I’m - I’m spent, I can’t -“

“You can, you still got one more, I know you do.” Before you can protest, he slides his hands up your sides and hauls you back up into a sitting position. He wraps your noodle-like arms around his neck, encourages your fingers to tangle in his hair and kisses under your chin before telling you to hold on.

“Wh -”

You let out a yelp as he sinks down in front of you and puts your legs over his shoulders before hoisting you up. He turns and backs you up against the refrigerator, a few plastic magnets clattering on the kitchen floor. Instinctively, your grasp tightens in his hair and his throat rumbles with a content noise. You’re dizzy by the display of strength as he holds you up completely with his hands under your ass and your thighs resting on his shoulders. He continues to feast on you, causing every nerve in your body to light up like a christmas tree. You beg - you don’t know what for, but you beg, and your voice sounds torn. You try to support some of your own weight on the top of the fridge, Bucky’s shirt bunched into a fist so you could see every movement of that sinful tongue and the electric blue of his eyes as he stares up at you with intent. He looks like he belongs there, buried in your heat – and you? You want to keep him there forever.

“Please, please, ah, Bucky, ah - AH!” You are absolutely powerless in your position, your fingers leaving marks in Bucky’s shoulders and nape, your heels digging into his back as he forces your second orgasm from you in record time. You lean back, half on top of the fridge as you float back down to earth.

“Knew you could come for me again.” Bucky kisses the inside of your thigh, beard tickling you as he manhandles you until you’re standing (wobbling) on your feet again. He kisses you firmly but tenderly, the taste of yourself and coffee on his tongue.

God, he was going to be the sweet death of you.

August

Two months fly by like nothing at all, and you fit into a new routine with Bucky. Waking with him, cooking with him, doing the chores and lounging together. It was, for all intents and purposes, everything you would have done at home but now just with someone. The easy domesticity makes your heart sing.

At first, you had been nervous for how Yelena would react, despite Bucky’s multiple attempts to reassure you that she had been enthusiastic about it and Bucky had indeed had several conversations with her about it. Still, you waited anxiously as Sam went to pick up the kids since Bucky had dropped them off.

“She loves you, you have nothing to be nervous about,” Bucky assures you for the umpteenth time.

“It’s different!” You protest.

“You were here when I was recovering too, and she loved ya then, didn’t she?”

“It’s still different.”

“Why’re you so worried?” Thistime, Bucky looks concerned, which is absolutely not what you had intended. You forced yourself to uncross your arms, and let him hold your hands.

“It’s just… She’s the most important person to you, and there’s no doubt in my mind that if Yelena was unhappy, there’s no way we would work out.”

A small frown finds its way to Bucky’s face. “Come on, doll. You don’t gotta worry about that. Do you trust me?”

“Of course I do, Buck,” you reply softly.

“Then trust me when I say she adores you.”

You didn’t need to worry after all – Yelena was the bright, sweet girl you knew in and out of your classroom. She welcomed you just as Bucky had said, so much so that it brought tears to your eyes from time to time.

You thought it might be foolish, but when you spoke to Laura about it one day, she had simply smiled at you. “That’s a wonderful feeling,” she had said.

It was. It really was. Yelena seemed to understand that it wasn’t your intention to replace her mother, or anything like that, but simply to be a part of their lives.

Bucky dropped you both off at the school in the mornings, and you watched as Yelena bounded away to her grade 3 class down the hall.

October

It was a random Thursday, that Bucky had insisted you all go to Wanda’s Woofles and then out dancing. Not that you would ever say no to either, of those things, of course. So while Yelena goes off with Happy, Bucky picks you up, dressed as smartly as he had the first time. You had picked a new dress for the occasion, your hair in an updo for most of the day so that when you had let it down, some of the curls held, and you pinned it to the side.

It was sweet to chat with Wanda, like always, and she had made you both specially heart-shaped waffles. Afterwards, you were off to the dance hall Bucky had first brought you to.

“I’m pretty sure I forgot everything,” you tell him sheepishly. His face lights up, warm like the lights hanging above.

“Then I’ll show it to you all again.”

It wasn’t something you ever saw yourself doing, but being at this dance hall suddenly became one of your favourite things. Probably because Bucky held you close, close enough to smell his aftershave, and hummed, low and sweet in your ear. Sometimes he’d even sing softly, which made you feel fuzzy all over. He had a beautiful voice, and knowing it was just for you made it special.

“Ready? Follow me, darling,” he says huskily, and really, how could do anything but? You’d follow him anywhere. Since you were by no means a professional dancer, you glance down at your feet, as he places his big, warm hand across your back and tips his head lower to rest your foreheads together. Soon, the lights dimmed incredibly low anyway, so looking at your feet wasn’t going to help much anyway.

“One, two, three, that’s good,” Bucky counts, his breath ghosting over your cheek. It’s so easy to get lost in this world, just you and Bucky gliding across the wooden floors, his body wrapped around yours, guiding you, pulling you close. “One, two…”

He pulls you closer still, and instead of resting your hand on his shoulder, you end up winding your arm underneath his, palm against his shoulder blade, and you rest your cheek against his pec. You can smell his cologne, feel the vibrations through his chest while he sings.

“[Y/N].”

“Bucky,” you respond.

“You’re the most incredible person I’ve ever met. I’ll never be able to thank you enough for being there for me when I needed you, even when I pushed you away. Do you know how lucky I am that you stayed by me? I’m so lucky. To have not just met you, but to somehow be lucky enough to call you mine.”

“Oh, Bucky, I feel the same —”

This was a moment you wanted to stretch on forever, which is why you had to pout when he pulled away slowly to interrupt you.

“I’m so lucky to have you now, but I wanna say I’ll have you forever.”

And then the lights begin to come back on, and you watch as he flashes you a brilliant smile, his face flushed a beautiful pink even though you hadn’t been dancing long at all. He still takes your breath away with how handsome he is, tapered shirt tucked in, hair tucked behind his ears.

Riley? Sam? You glanced around and familiar faces popped up everywhere – Wanda and her family, Sarah and the kids, Tony with Peter and Yelena, the Bartons…

Oh my god. OH MY GOD. Bucky’s getting down on one knee – Bucky’s down on one knee!

“Would you do me the honour?”

And suddenly it all clicks – today, this random Thursday in October, was the first day you met, a year ago now, for Yelena’s conference.

A year ago that your entire world changed, and gifted you with this beautiful, passionate love in the form of Bucky Barnes, who’s kneeling in front of you looking every bit like what you’ve wanted your whole life, velvet box opened to reveal a beautiful ring, one that reminds you of a blooming blossom, diamond glimmering in the light.

You want the nights where you fall asleep listening to his heartbeat, the mornings where you wake up to the smell of coffee he’s already made for you while you braid Yelena’s hair. You want to hold him if he's in pain, kiss him because you can – you want to dance, freely, openly, happily, because he will always be there to guide you through it.

You are quite literally speechless, because it doesn’t even feel real, so the best you can manage is a nod as your jaw still hangs open.

You’re aware, somewhat, of the cheering and clapping around you, but your focus is entirely on Bucky, who smiles impossibly wider as he takes the ring and slips it onto your finger, despite your shaking hand.

He kisses the back of your palm before you impatiently tug him to stand up so you can kiss him properly. Afterwards, he chuckles against your lips.

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes! Bucky, god, yes!”

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lostinthewiind · 3 years

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Piss Off Your Parents - Part 8

Ukai Keishin - Haikyuu

Synopsis: freshly turned 18, you want to prove to your parents that you aren’t a child for them to push around anymore. First, get a job at the local corner store. Second, use the store owner’s 26-year-old son with piercings and a cigarette addiction to piss your parents off. Third, accidentally fall in love.

Rating: PG13

Warnings: none

Song → 18 by Anarbor

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Feeling a body shift beside you, you slowly began to wake from your deep, dreamless sleep. With thin rays of sunlight shining through the crack between the curtains, you let a content, sleepy smile toy at the corners of your lips as you rolled over in Keishin's arms and came face to face with his sleeping form.

It had been over a week since you had started staying with Keishin and even though waking up beside someone every morning definitely took some getting used to, you were a little surprised by just how quickly it was beginning to feel normal. Not only that, but you never slept better than you did in Keishin's bed with his warm, calming presence beside you and strong, protective arm draped over your waist.

Eyes closed and lips slightly parted, Keishin was fast asleep. His chest rose and fell rhythmically and at some point during the night, just like every other night, his hair—which wasn't tamed by the headband while he slept—had gotten all messed up and a few strands had fallen into his face.

Whenever you woke up before him, you would always take the chance to just look at him. While he slept, he seemed completely and utterly at peace—no longer burdened by the stress of coaching volleyball, working at the store, and no doubt whatever extra problems you had brought into his life. You thought back to the time you had watched him sleeping on the couch in the back room and sighed happily; the thought of how much things had changed in such a short period of time truly putting things into perspective.

Unable to keep your hands to yourself any longer, you reached out slowly and brushed the loose strands of hair out of his face and tucked them behind his ear—the same way you had done when you two had first had sex and the same way you had done countless times since.

Keishin could sleep through a thunderstorm or the sound of you calling out his name, but as soon as he felt your fingertips graze against his cheek, his eyes fluttered open. Upon noticing he was awake, you made your touch more prominent and caressed his face.

"Good morning," you whispered, unwilling to raise your voice any more than that and ruin the soft ambiance of the early morning.

Keishin leaned into your touch and smiled softly. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing," you answered as you ran your thumb along his bottom lip, internally debating if you should ambush him with kisses now or wait until he had woken up a little more first. Chuckling to yourself over your own thoughts, you caught yourself staring at his lips and directed your gaze back to his eyes. "I'm just looking at you."

Keishin scoffed as he pressed a gentle kiss to your thumb. "Why?"

"Because you look so beautiful when you're asleep," you told him matter-of-factly. "Not that you don't always look beautiful," you added quickly before he could make some sort of sarcastic comment.

Keishin rolled his eyes before pulling you flush against his chest and kissing you. "You're such a sap, you know that?"

You laughed. "First, I'm dramatic. Now I'm a sap. What's next?"

"I have no idea." Keishin shrugged the best he could while lying down. "What I do know, however," he glanced at the clock, "is that we need to get up and get ready."

Following Keishin's gaze to the time, you huffed sadly when you noticed there were only five minutes left until your alarm would go off, forcing you to get ready to open the store. "Can't we just stay in bed all day?" you asked, hoping you could convince him to stay under the covers with you.

"Not unless we want to go broke and end up living under a bridge together."

You chuckled as Keishin crawled out of bed, the temptation of slapping his ass gently when he stood up almost too much but you managed to control yourself. "Together?" You grinned. "You'd stay with me even if we were both dirt poor?"

Keishin rolled his eyes playfully at your takeaway from his statement. "Of course." He collected his clothes before making his way around to your side of the bed and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "But I think I like plumbing and heating too much to give them up, so let's shower and get ready."

Sitting up in bed, you cocked an eyebrow. "You want to shower together?"

Keishin flashed a devilish smirk as he headed for the bathroom. "Purely for the purpose of saving water." He disappeared into the bathroom and seconds later his boxers flew out and landed on the floor, indicating he was completely nude. "But if you hate the planet, then I guess that's on you."

Your cheeks flushed red but nevertheless, you swung your legs over the side of the bed and began removing your clothes as you approached the bathroom. "Sure," you laughed as you closed the bathroom door behind yourself and let your eyes wander over Keishin's wet, naked body as he stood under the steaming water. "If it's for the planet, how could I possibly say no?"

20 minutes of passionate kissing and soapy hands exploring every inch of each other's body later, the two of you towelled off and finished getting ready before sitting down for a quick breakfast together.

"So the volleyball team has a game today, right?" you asked Keishin as you poured milk into your bowl of cereal. Keishin nodded. "What time do you think you will be home?"

Keishin thought for a moment before answering. "Probably around six or seven tonight. The game is right after school so it shouldn't run too late."

"Okay." You sat down across from him at the table. "Should we get dinner after I close up the shop?"

Keishin nodded again. "Sounds like a plan."

With a few more bites of his breakfast, Keishin was setting his dishes in the sink, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head, and rushing down the stairs and out of the building to start his day.

As you listened to his footsteps stomp down the stairs, followed by the sound of the back door opening and closing to indicate that he had left, you sighed to yourself and sat back in your chair. It was then that you took a minute to think about everything; your job, your boyfriend, your living arrangements, your tattered relationship with your parents. In the span of a few months, your life had completely turned upside down, but that wasn't the part that freaked you out the most.

What really got you thinking was the fact that, even though your life had done a complete 180, you had never been happier; which led to the constant internal questioning about if you had ever really been happy before you had met Keishin at all, or if this was just a different kind of happy—a happy that only a stable, supportive significant other could provide.

Before you had the chance to get lost in your thoughts, you snapped out of it, finished your breakfast, and headed downstairs to open the shop and begin your day.

As usual, you dealt with the typical morning rush of people stopping in to grab a coffee or other various food items on their way to work or school. Once the mid-morning slump hit and the customer traffic went way down, you took the time to do some routine cleaning and inventory. By now, you were like a well-oiled machine when it came to the daily task of running the store.

Around noon, as you were finishing up stocking some shelves, the front door opened and a very well-dressed man strolled into the store. "Hello," you greeted him, standing from where you were kneeling in front of the shelves and dusting off your pants.

The man gave you a once over, eyeing you from head to toe. Without so much as an acknowledging nod, he brushed past you and toward the full-length fridges at the back.

Assuming the man just wasn't in a chatty mood, you took the empty boxes to the storage room. When you exited, the man was already standing at the front counter, impatiently tapping his foot while he held two bottles of water in his hands.

"Sorry for the wait," you apologized. "Just the waters today?"

The man just nodded and let out a grunt.

Trying not to take his dismissive attitude too seriously, you rang up his purchases and gave him the total. Instead of pulling out his wallet, however, he just gave you a dirty look.

"That's a little expensive for two bottles of water, don't you think?" he retorted.

You didn't know what to say to that, so you shrugged. "I'm sorry, I don't make the prices, sir," you told him. "I just work here."

Huffing loudly, the man fished his wallet out of his back pocket and pulled out some bills before tossing them haphazardly onto the counter. "Fine. Don't forget my change."

Before you could open the cash register, the front doors opened again and a woman dressed in a beautiful dress with her hair done up elegantly walked in and stopped beside the man before you. "Have you paid yet?" she asked the man, who was either her boyfriend or husband based on the way she was hanging off of his arm. "I just realized I'm out of cigarettes."

"I'm just paying now," he told her, his face softer than you had seen it yet before he turned back to you and asked for the brand of cigarettes that his partner smoked.

Spinning around, you felt your stomach twist at the sight of the empty dispenser of cigarettes, meaning that you were out of the brand he had requested. Of course, the delivery for that day hadn't come in yet, making your job even harder right now.

Plastering the warmest smile on your face that you could muster, you turned back to the couple. "I apologize, but we are all out of that brand. Can I get you something else?"

The woman rolled her eyes. "No, everything else tastes like garbage."

"I see." You stepped back up to the cash register. "So just the waters then?"

The man nodded. "I guess so if your shitty little store doesn't even stock up on popular brands of cigarettes." He watched you intently as you opened the register and counted his change. "I knew we should have stopped somewhere other than this hole in the wall."

As much as you so desperately wanted to rip this man and his spoiled girlfriend a new one, you bit your tongue instead and grinned as you handed him back his change. "Here you are." You dropped the coins into his outstretched hand. "Have a wonderful day."

Neither one of them said anything in response as they turned on their heels and marched out of the store, noses turned up at everything around them. As you watched them get into their fancy car and speed away, you wondered if they treated everyone like that or just lowly corner store workers like yourself.

Trying to let the incident slide off of you like water off of a duck's back, you returned to the remaining tasks on your to-do list and tried to forget all about being treated like a second-class citizen.

As the day turned to late afternoon and the after-school and after-work rush hit, you had found your way back into your groove again.

An hour or so before closing time, and roughly around the time Keishin would be returning, you heard a pair of heels clacking against the tile floor and stood up front behind the counter only to come face-to-face with your mother. Dressed in a pencil skirt and blouse, it was obvious she had just come from work, but your attention was more focused on the envelope she was holding out to you.

"This came for you the other day." She didn't even bother with a simple greeting even though it had been weeks since you had seen or spoken to her or your father.

"Oh, okay." You reached out and took the envelope from her. Turning it over, you felt your heart jump into your throat when you read that it was from the University of Tokyo.

You looked up at your mother expectantly but she waved you off. "Don't ask me what it says, I didn't open it," she said, folding her arms across her chest. "Why didn't you tell your father and me that you applied to the University of Tokyo? It's a very good school."

"Because I didn't do it for you," you said as you tucked the envelope into your back pocket. "And I certainly didn't do it to go to law school or anything you guys would approve of."

Your mother narrowed her eyes at you. "Then why did you do it?"

"To play soccer," you answered, your mind immediately going to the conversation you had had with Keishin while taking inventory together. "And because I told someone I would."

Your mother eyed you for a minute more, waiting to see if you would reach for the envelope again to open it. When you made no indication of sharing your application results with her, she hummed softly. "Well, whatever that letter says, you should take some time to seriously consider what your next step is going to be." She turned to leave but stopped halfway to the door and looked at you over her shoulder. "It's not too late to make the right choice. Think carefully before you throw your life away."

With that, your mother exited the store, leaving you with a mixed slurry of emotions and no clue how to deal with any of them.

Pulling the envelope out of your back pocket, you set it down on the counter in front of you and stared at it. Whatever was printed on the single piece of paper inside would set a course for your future . . . although you were unsure if you even still wanted the future that this piece of paper could give you.

All you wanted was to be happy, and all you knew was that Keishin gave you that.

Anything more felt like asking for too much.

Anything more felt like a gamble that wasn't worth the risk.

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hopeless-ro-simptic · 3 years

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Familiar Cerulean Eyes- pt 20

Click here for my Masterlist. Part 21

Warnings: NSFW, terrible smut, lots of fluff as well, cliffhangers. The usual.

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To say that the beta’s of the pack were excited was an understatement. Both Toga and Twice had taken it upon themselves to separate you and Dabi immediately, much to Dabi’s complaint. There was even hint of happiness radiating off of Kurogiri, no matter how faint his scent was.

After whisking you away to her room, Toga had immediately set into riffling through her closet, chattering away at top speed as she did so.

“I had picked this up awhile ago, I was saving it for something special and I think this works.” You eye’d her suspiciously as she pulled out a short white dress, simple in design but still gorgeous in your eyes. It was something you would have picked out yourself.

“And you just so happen to have picked out a white dress for me?” Her smile only widened at the accusation clear in your question. You couldn’t help but wonder just how long the Beta’s had been discussing this idea.

“Oh and one more thing!” She pulled out a shoe box and you could only groan, fear of what was inside making you pull away from her a protest on your tongue.

“I promise they aren’t that bad! You only have to wear them long enough to walk down the aisle.” You only narrowed your eyes at her before sighing and peering into the box. God those were high, but it wasn’t like this was your first time walking in heels. Rei had made sure you had learned how to manage in fancy clothing, insisting that one day it would come in handy. You knew that she had meant it in a different way, so that you could be comfortable at the many balls and gala’s that heroes attended. That you would have attended had you of stayed at Shoto’s side.

Still… she was right. It was useful information regardless.

You didn’t put up too much of a fuss as Toga flitted around you, insisting on helping you put on the dress and heels before she sat you down in her bathroom on an old rickety chair and started to pull out makeup products and hair products. You were surprised to find that she had a whole slew of makeup stowed away just for you, like she had been hoarding it just for this moment. You couldn’t help but feel your heart stutter at the sight, noticing the blush on her cheeks grow at your warming scent.

You let her expertly handle your makeup, surprised at just how adept the teenager was, to which she only stated she watched a lot of videos in her free time. And after everything was completed on the face, she went to tackle your hair, grooming it to perfection just the way you liked, until finally she stepped back and let you take in what was facing you in the mirror.

It was very rare that you truly felt pretty, especially within the last few years. Shoto had never outright told you if he found you attractive or not, and even though Touya told you several times when you were kids, you sometimes didn’t believe him.

Looking into that mirror, all dolled up, with the tought that Touya, your Touya was alive and waiting for you just in the other room…

You never felt prettier.

“I never thought I’d get to do this…” Toga was rubbing her eyes, like she was trying to keep herself together. It dawned on you just how important this was to the beta. Sure, you were the one getting married, but for the head beta in a pack, which without a doubt you knew was her even without anyone coming out and saying it, setting up a wedding or a bonding party was one of their highest honors.

You turned and reached towards the beta, pulling her against you and wrapping her in a tight hug, nuzzling her scent gland and letting out a contented purr.

It was something that Shoto had mentioned that some of the UA kids did with the Beta’s in their class. He had been so shocked when he came home from school one day, explaining that he had accidentally walked in on one of the stand-offish alpha’s of the class, scenting the class’s most outgoing beta. You had been confused asking if this was out of the normal, only for him to look at you with equal confusion before clarifying that no, it was a normal show of acceptance, a show of friendship, something that packmates did quite regularly. It was only shocking because this particular alpha was known to be extremely rude and insisted he hated all of their classmates, including the bubbly beta and when Shoto had announced his presence the alpha immediately blew up on both him and the beta, figuratively and apparently literally.

At the time you had thought it was weird, the thought of being that close with someone other than your alpha. Of being comfortable enough with someone else to actually want their scent on you, in seeking comfort from that person and providing comfort back.

But holding the Beta in your arms, inhaling her scent and pushing out yours, feeling the exact moment that she stopped being a statue and melted into your arms, returning your purr with one of her own, one that sounded like she was holding back tears, you completely understood.

“Thank you so much.” You whispered into her ear, feeling the beta let out a pup like whine to which your omega only purred back to.

The two of you only separated once a loud pounding on the door shattered the moment, Twice’s head sticking through the door with his hand covering his eyes as he spoke.

“Are you guys ready yet? We’ve been waiting forever- Oh my gosh are we having a cuddle sesh? Can I join?.”

You didn’t get a word in before the tall beta was in the room wrapping the two of you up in a bone crushing hug as he hummed in delight. You couldn’t help but laugh, enjoying the bubbling scent of the beta’s surrounding you.

All at once Twice pulled away, looking you up and down letting out a low whistle as he rested his arm on top of Toga’s head, leaning against her. You noticed the annoyed look she sent him and had to stifle your laugh, his face possibly more serious than you had ever seen it.

“Are you ready? Cause we’ve got alcohol to get to and a wedding to drink.”

“In the armmms of an angellll .” Twice’s voice rang out loudly through the bar as he wrapped an arm around Shigaraki’s shoulder’s serenading the leader who just rolled his eyes and accepted the Beta’s attention with his ever-present frown, drink in hand.

“fly away…“ Dabi’s low singing voice in your ear had you curling further against him on the couch, laughing slightly as you nuzzled into his scent gland inhaling deeply.

The actual ‘wedding’ had gone by in a blur, Twice insisting that he was ordained and was able to legally pronounce the two of you married, which you highly doubted but it wouldn’t matter. You doubted the two of you could get the paperwork notarized without getting arrested anyways. Still the Beta’s had insisted that everything was done according to the book, even going as far as having Toga be your maid of honor, Shigaraki begrudgingly being Dabi’s best man, and most hilariously, Spinner being both the flower girl and the ring bearer. Kurogiri had even escorted you down the aisle before taking his spot next to Shigaraki.

And Twice had in fact convinced Dabi to at least put on his nicest pants, a black button up that had the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and a loosely done black tie. As close to a suit as you were going to get.

Though no one could stay serious for the vows. You hummed happily at the memory of Dabi’s mischievous eyes glittering as he vowed to always provide his services while you were in heat. To which you responded with a vow to give him the attention he needed when he was being clingy. His pout in response as well as the scoffs of laughter from the other alpha’s had you preening.

Now two hours later, everyone was sprawled out around the bar. Toga laying down face up on the counter swirling her drink as she drunkenly sang out with Twice, who currently had Shigaraki in a lose choke hold as he sat with his back to the counter, ignoring the beta and lost to a conversation he was having with Spinner about the mechanics of a newly released video game and how they were ‘mind blowing’. Even Kurogiri was leaning against the counter, staring down at his drink in his hand with what seemed like a smile.

After about five whole minutes of dancing, which was way more than you ever thought you would get out of him, Dabi had sprawled down ontop of the couch, and drug you down ontop of him, wrapping you up in his cacoon of warmth, as he hummed along to the songs that were coming from someone’s phone, each one taking a more depressing turn than the last but still hyping everyone up.

And that is where you all had sat for the last hour or so, drinking, laughing, chatting and singing. Having the best time that most of you had had in a long time, the mixed contented scents of everyone making a delicious concoction that kept the mood going.

You could feel the deep rumbling of Dabi’s purr underneath you, starting to lull you to sleep, responding only to your own softer lighter purr of contentment as he took a drink of his whiskey before setting his glass back down on the floor beside the couch, his fingers cold from the ice as he slipped them into your hair, playing with the strands as he spoke.

“You smell like the Betas.” It wasn’t an accusation, more of a question resting in his voice as he watched you with peaked interest in his eyes.

You knew he had to have been stewing on the question for a minute now, curiosity burning at him, and you let that curiosity burn as you hummed softly in response.

“And they smell like you.”

“Mhm.” Was your response, nudging your nose against his neck again, feeling Toga’s stare from across the room even with your eyes closed, could hear her shift up into a sitting position.

“What? Are you cheating on me with the betas now? And on our wedding day?” His question was met with a snort, amusement lighting up his face as you lifted your head to peer at him.

“You mean to tell me I can’t scent the beta’s of my own pack?”

You felt it more than heard it. The way that everyone went quiet, their attention shifting to the two of you, even if they weren’t actually looking. The only one out and out staring was Toga, a look of reigned in hope crossing her face. Anxiety creeping softly into the scents of everyone in the room.

You mentally rolled your eyes, somehow knowing everyone’s thoughts. You knew no one had out and out said it yet. They didn’t act like a pack, not most of the time, and several of them would probably argue against the mere idea, but you knew deep down that’s what they were. Even if they didn’t scent each other and have a big pack nest. Even if they kept secrets from each other and fought.

Even if they were all a bunch of villains.

“Pack?” Dabi repeated the word softly, his eyes only focused on you, too many emotions to count running through those eyes as his thumb stroked your cheek, his fingers tangled in your hair.

You just simply nodded, laying your head back against his chest and closing your eyes, releasing more of your contented scent as you snuggled against him.

And everyone seemed to have relaxed with that simple answer. Moved on from that conversation and continued with their celebrations. Everyone other than Toga who was still staring at you with awe, only becoming distracted when Twice maneuvered his way over to her and pulled her off her perch on the counter and spinning her into a clumsy dance, laughing as she started to belt out to lyrics with him.

You just melted against Dabi’s chest, purring away as he played with your hair, feeling nothing other than pure bliss as you were surrounded once again with the happy scents of your pack.

You were giggling like a lunatic as you beat your fists against Dabi’s butt as he walked. After awhile Dabi had suddenly gotten the idea that the party was over and it was time to take his new wife to bed. Something he had very loudly announced. At first, he had tried to pick you up bridal style, but after about five steps into the hall he had decided that was no longer fun and instead threw you over his shoulder, one hand sliding around your thigh and the other wrapping across your butt to hold you in place as he marched his way back to your shared room.

It wasn’t until the two of you were finally into your room with the door closed behind you that he finally set you down on your own two feet, his hands not leaving your hips as your laughter all but drying up at the hungry look in his eyes as they raked along your body. You couldn’t help but shudder, your mind wandering back to when you had first woken up in his apartment weeks ago, the look that he had given you so similar to the one he was giving you now. You didn’t recognize the look at the time, but you did now.

Like he was seeing you for the first time after years apart.

“Da-“

“Touya.” His right hand moved up to cup your cheek as he continued to look at you, blue flames burning in his eyes as he drank you in.

“I mean I can’t promise I’ll be quiet..” Your little joke had his lips quirking up at the edges, shaking his head incredulously at your ability to be shy one minute and bold the next.

“I told them … everything, while you were getting ready. Well other than Toga, but Twice has probably filled her in by now.” Your heart stuttered at his words, a smile blooming on your face as you looked up at him. Your fingers playing with his hair on the back of his head. He trusted them. The two of you finally had a family that you could trust.

You didn’t answer, instead lifting up on your tip toes and pressing your lips against his, his fingers at your cheek moving back into your hair, pressing you closer against him and deepening the kiss. He let you up for air for the briefest of moments, you barely letting out a giggle only for the sound to immediately be consumed by his mouth again as you felt him slowly walk the two of you backwards until the end of the bed hit the backs of your knees. At feeling you stop his hands dropped down to lift you up, wrapping your thighs around his waist as he crawled onto the bed, softly placing you down, not letting his lips leave yours, his tongue pressing against them for entrance which you willingly granted, running your own against the cool metal ball that had you clenching your thighs around him.

The low rumbling growl that escaped his throat had your omega purring back in response, wiggling slightly as his left hand roamed down your body, finding the edge of the white dress, and hiking it up, up, up, his right hand fisted into your hair as he broke your kiss, moving his lips down to your neck causing you to arch your back into his touch and rubbing his face against your scent gland. It was only after he had fully covered your scent with his own, his fingers finding your ass and digging in only to earn a chirp of protest that had him grinning wildly, that he finally pulled away from you, sitting back between your legs on his knees looking down at you, ignoring further chirps of protest from your lips as his hands moved up to loosen his tie completely. Your eyes hyper focused on the movement, your heart stuttering.

You stayed still, watching in awed silence as he pulled his tie from around his neck, leaning over you with his signature smirk as he gathered your hands above your head, sliding the silky tie around them and pulling it tight, earning a soft whimper from you that he hushed with his lips against yours for the briefest of seconds. He cupped your chin between his thumb and his finger, using his other hand as an anchor to keep him steady above you as his molten eyes latched onto yours, making sure your complete attention was on him before he spoke.

“I need you to be a good girl and be quiet and listen. I know that’s hard for you.”

You had a retort ready on your tongue, your face pulling into a frown and your eyes turning into daggers that only made him chuckle, leaning down to drag his tongue up your throat making your words die before they even had life. His lips stopped just above your own, his breath fanning across your face, the smell of cinnamon whiskey and smoke enveloping you completely which you couldn’t help but take a big inhale of, your eyes latched onto his lips, watching the way they twitched into a smile as he spoke.

“I love you, (y/n)” Your eyes snapped up to meet his, feeling your body warm up at the words, sounding foreign coming from his lips but like home at the same time. You wanted to repeat them back to him, but he continued speaking without giving you a chance, pausing only to litter small kisses and nips across your face as he did so, slowly moving down.

“I know I don’t say it enough, and that I am a complete asshole most of the time… and that you deserve so much more than what I can give you.” He paused at that one, his voice catching as he buried his nose against your scent gland again, taking in a deep inhale of your combined scents before he continued, his mouth moving down your chest as he does. You wanted to speak, to reassure him and tell him that he was everything you wanted, but you also wanted to hear what he had to say, so you stayed quiet, only purring softly to him as he spoke.

“And I’m sorry that I can’t promise you things that an alpha should be able to promise on their wedding day.” You started to cut him off this time, but he only placed a harsh bite at the flesh peaking out of the top of your bra, his fingers pulling the top of your dress down as he did so, a short gasp leaving your lips as he sucked on the spot, your hands twitching where he had them tied up. His other hand slipped back under the bottom hem of your dress, kneading the back of your thigh roughly, pressing his body further against yours caging you in as he let out another low growl. This one a warning, a threat. A promise. If you weren’t going to be quiet on your own, then he would make you.

“I can’t promise you that we will never spend a night apart again. I can’t promise you that there will always be food on the table and a roof over our heads. I can’t promise you that we will ever be able to have kids or that I would even be a good father to begin with.” He kissed down your chest as he spoke moving towards your stomach, pressing his lips to the bunched up white fabric of your dress until he reached skin again, his lips igniting a fire in your blood, making you squirm under his touch. He paused right under your belly button, his eyes catching your own once again as he peppered light chaste kisses in that area, an apology in his eyes that made you wonder if he felt the same burn behind his eyes that you did at that thought.

“I can’t… I can’t promise that you will ever be safe.” You could feel the warmth growing in his hands as he talked, could smell the tinge of burning anger inside his scent only for it to dissipate as he pressed his nose against your hip bone, inhaling deeply. His hand that was kneading your thigh guided you to bend your knee so he could just turn his head and press his lips against it, nipping at the skin as he did so causing soft whines to leave your lips. His hand moving around to grip the outer side of your thigh, holding you in place, his other hand lightly fingering the scrap of fabric that was the waistband of your underwear.

You didn’t know why he was saying all of this. It was all things that you already knew, that the both of you had already talked about. Things that he already tried to use to get you to run, to get far away from him. To push you away. But it didn’t work. It didn’t work then and it wouldn’t work now. So why?

He didn’t give you time to verbalize your question, blue flames licking across your skin with only a feeling of mild heat, the fabric of your underwear burning away, the flames controlled with precision so not to burn anything else. You couldn’t help but hold your breath, your body tensing at what was to come as he let out a quiet hum of appreciation at the scent of your arousal, at the slick that was building between your legs. You watched with anticipation as his lips ghosted across your core, a wave of hot air spreading across you making you bit back a groan as his lips latched onto the inside of your opposite thigh instead, sucking harshly, teasing eyes watching your back shift off the bed temporarily.

There was an audible pop as he released the skin of your thigh from his lips, his canines glinting as he smirked up at you before he dipped his face down, blowing cool air right into your center causing you to close your eyes with a low whine, begging for him to stop teasing.

“But,” His raspy voice rang out, forcing you to open your eyes again, watching him as he licked his lips slowly, the metal piercing in his tongue shinning as a taunt, his fingers digging into your hips in bruising grips, as if preparing for you to buck him off.

“I promise that I will make life hell for anyone who tries to keep us apart.” All of the air was ripped out of your lungs leaving you gasping as he slid his tongue up your clit, circling it once before pulling it into his mouth with a sharp suck, his teeth lightly grazing across it before he released you only for his tongue to drop down to the gathering slick, coating himself in it before returning back to the already swollen nub with a groan of satisfaction.

“I promise that I will do everything I can to make sure you are taken care of, even if I’m not there.” His lips brushed against you as he spoke, his thumbs rubbing circles into your thighs, and his tongue returning its attention to your clit as soon as he finished his sentence, taking his time with you, dragging his piercing back and forth across the sensitive area like he had all the time in the world. The only thing keeping you against the bed was his grip on your hips, and the tie keeping your wrists bound to the headboard above your head.

“I promise that I will kill” his growl vibrated against you as he nipped your clit, causing you to buck against him with a loud whimper, a moan escaping your lips as he slammed your hips back down to the mattress, using his forearm across your hip bone to press you further into the bed as his other hand shifted to stroke his thumb against your entrance, spreading your slick around his rough skin. “anyone, that tries to hurt you.”

You probably shouldn’t be as aroused by the idea of that as you currently were, but you didn’t let your brain linger on that, couldn’t, as he slipped a finger inside of you, curling it to rub against your spongey insides, his tongue soothing the ache that he had created skillfully. You strained against the tie around your wrists, his name, his given name, leaving your tongue as you attempted to grind up against him, only for him to insistently hold you still to continue his ministrations, making sure you were dripping from his spit and your slick before sliding a second finger in, pushing pressure on your sensitive spot from the inside as he rubbed along your walls.

Your mix of moans and whimpers only edged him on, and every time you closed your eyes or tried to look away, he would reward you with a sharp tug of your clit with his teeth causing you to refocus on him with quivering lips. The fire in his eyes feeling like it was spreading throughout your own body, radiating through you and making your skin hypersensitive.

“I love you, (y/n).”

You could feel a familiar building in your core, a coil that was winding tighter and tighter at his every touch. One that had you gasping for air, trying to remind yourself to breath as you pushed your hips against his arm desperate for more, more, more. He gave just enough pressure on your clit to make you see stars the second that he removed it, his tongue languidly rolling across it, flicking his piercing like a pro and soothing any pain that you felt before he again pulled your nub between his lips, sucking harder and harder until you felt like he was sucking your soul out, only to release again and start the process all over. His fingers staying in perfect time with his mouth, long enough to reach all the right places, thick enough to stretch your walls in a way that had you panting and writhing underneath him. He was building you up and up and up with no regard to how far the fall would be.

“I love you, and I am completely, irrevocably yours.”

You vaguely realized what he was saying… the wording of it. The fact that the alpha between your thighs wasn’t claiming you in that moment, that he was doing the opposite. Submitting.

That realization tipped you over the edge.

For one brief airless moment, you were at the top of the rollercoaster, the view in front of you terrifying in its beauty, the knotting feeling in your stomach sudden as you realized you had no option but to hope you would survive the next few seconds. Then you were falling. Plummeting towards the earth at a speed that had you screaming out, not in fear but in ecstasy.

His name was a prayer on your lips as he guided you through your climax, helping you come down down down until you were a panting mess, pulling at the bonds holding you in place and arching away from his touch with a different kind of whine. Only then did he stop, placing soft kisses to your hips, your thighs, your stomach, messaging away any remaining tension in your body as he coo’d to you, telling you over and over again that he loved you.

Minutes later you bonds were off, and you were on your knees in front of him on the bed, purring away as his hands fisted into your hair as you returned the attention he so happily gave you. Enjoying your mate to the fullest.

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Your eyes fluttered open and you glanced over to Dabi’s phone, haphazardly tossed onto the side table in your shared room. You reached over glancing at the time which was both way to late and way too early at the same time, a groan on your lips as you pushed yourself up and out of bed, smiling when Dabi reached out for you with a soft groan of his own trying to get you back into bed, into his arms. You shifted your dress that had surprisingly stayed on the entire night, Dabi insisting you keep it on and that he loved you in white, before moving into the bathroom, taking care of business and finding a clean pair of underwear sliding them on. Your mind was on the fact that you really needed to clean up y’alls room, the bathroom especially, when the all too familiar sound of a wall being knocked in with some kind of explosionn rang throughout the air, panic shooting through your scent as shouting ensued, Dabi sitting up with a start eyes finding yours one word on his tongue.

“Run”

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Insomnia

-Idol ~ Kun

-Genre ~ Sick Fic, Smut, Fluff

-Warnings ~ insomnia, lack of appetite & weight loss, pillow princess by force, oral (f receiving), passionate fucking, dry humping? (she's half naked but he's fully dressed), daddy kink, rough sex, choking, degradation,

-Word Count ~ 2.9k+

-Synopsis ~ Sleeping never comes easy to. You've tried everything from exercising, to warm milk. Maybe the one thing you've been missing is some late night loving?

-A/n ~ loosely inspired by sky Insomnia, the rose insomnia, and dreamcatcher sleep-walking. best to listen to any of those songs as you read it, might help set the mood even though those are all break up songs lmfao. I also have my ko-fi link in my bio help raise more money to help me buy essentials for my emotional support animal, I cannot work at the minute because of my treatment for type 1 bipolar disorder, and door dash doesn't allow me to save up abundantly enough, if you could even only share it I would greatly appreciate it. anyway hope you enjoy this and thank you for reading

Sleep and you have always had a complicated relationship. Fighting sleep as a kid, climbing out of your bed after your parents tucked you in, playing with your toys until you passed out among us. At sleepovers you were always the one who stayed up all night, too excited to actually get tired.

As a teenager spending nights before school desperately trying to finish homework, staying up until the early morning hours, quickly taking a shower before running to the bus. If you had no assignments your crush at the time would distract you, joking and blushing until it was time to leave for school, bags under your eyes prominent, but the loss of sleep was worth it.

Now the only thing you wanted was to sleep.

Insomnia took over your life. Staying up sometimes days at a time, struggling to calm your racing thoughts that were determined to keep you up at night. They won most nights. Laying in your bed, struggling to get comfortable or staring up at the ceiling, willing sleep to overtake you. Even with the medication from the doctor you struggled to get more than 3 hours a night.

You tried other remedies too. Drinking warm milk with cinnamon and vanilla, the warm concoction soothing but never tiring you out. Exercising before bed that truly made you feel amazing but never worked to tire you out, only forcing you to feel the soreness in your body as you laid in bed. No electronics before bed helped you finish multiple books series that you had wanted to start but never had time for, but didn't work.

Everything you tried was in vain. Sleep continued to evade you, and it only took a higher toll on your physical body.

Your appetite started to lessen, your weight slowly declined. The bags under your eyes only got deeper and darker. Concerns about your physical state came form your friends, their worries growing as you continued to get worst and worst. It came to a peak when you almost passed out at an outing, shaky from the constant stream of caffeine that you were consuming in order to function properly, your eyes fluttering close as you collapsed into their arms. Concern was properly covering their face, and they rushed you to the hospital, you were too weak to even try and decline them.

At the hospital they gave you strict instructions to stay home and rest, with someone watching you over to make sure that you were properly taken care of. Along with instructions you got even stronger medication, 20 mgs stronger than what you were currently taking.

Kun being the thoughtful person he is offered to watch you while you were on bedrest. He was the best candidate out of your friends, the others practically pushing you to accept him.

Kun has been the best assistant? nurse? friend that you could ask for. Constantly at your beck and call making sure that you were drinking plenty of water, cooking you fresh homemade meals, and making sure your medication was taken on time. Along with that he also did the awkward task of helping you to the bathroom, since you were still shaky and weak at times.

He did this all without complaint, catering to you everyday and making sure that you were cared for. Sometimes when he wasn't busy with his own work he would sit and watch a drama with you, or just engage in conversation telling you about his day, and the funny things he did and heard.

Having him helping you 24/7 for 2 weeks straight, had caused some unwelcome feelings. Your friends weren't surprised at that, having been part of the reason why they suggested he did it, knowing your past feelings for him. With only a week left of your bedrest you were saddened at the thought that he was leaving, going back to only talking to him once or twice a week whenever the friend group hung out.

Kun had actually been the one who surprised you. Seeing that you were still up one night, thoughts of him running through your mind when he entered your room. Upon seeing you awake he sat on your bed, holding your hand as you asked what's up. You weren't truthful. Who would be truthful in that scenario? 'Hey actually I was up thinking about my crush on you and the desire that I constantly have to kiss you."

You were positive that wouldn't have gone through well.

Kun rubbed your hand soothingly, listening patiently to you as you lied about what you were thinking about, fake worries and complaints about going back to work. Offering you advice was always Kun's strong suit so you were ready for some good advice despite your lies.

That's what got you in this peculiar position.

Lip tucked tightly between your teeth, the taste of copper on your tongue. One hand grasping at the pillow behind you squeezing it tightly between your fingers, the other intertwined with dark blue hair as you tried not to pull too hard.

Kun thought the best thing to clear your mind was sex, and who were you to deny his generous offer.

You felt your hips jerking as tongue pressed his tongue against your hole, shallowly fucking into you. His free hand rubbed up your thigh, the sensation combining with him eating you out causing your mind to start to go blurry. His hand continued to glide up, before pressing down on your hips, forcing them down on the bed.

Without the ability to move you could only lie there as he continued to tongue fuck you. The fire in your stomach increasing, and Kun seemed to know it as he kissed your clit before sucking on it aggressively, causing your first orgasm to rip through your body.

Kun continued his ministrations, licking up your cum causing the fire to come back threefold. Kun sucked on your clit, flicking his tongue over it as you wriggled from the sensitivity. He seemed to be made for this, the way his tongue knew the perfect ways to fuck you open, and he hadn't even involved his fingers or cock yet.

Pulling away from your cunt you saw your juices covering Kun's mouth leaking down his chin. His hair was sticking every which way how you were messing, and pulling on it. Kun looked like all of your wet dreams had happened to come through.

"So pretty." A laugh let his mouth, a smiling spreading over his lips.

"Wish you could see yourself," Kun slid his hand up and down your thigh, rubbing it soothingly, "You're gorgeous. I've been wanting to do this for so long."

Kun changed the positions so that you were on top, straddling his thighs. You could feel his cock straining against his jeans, rubbing over your oversensitive clit in the best way possible. A whimper left your mouth as you started to rock on him, but Kun stilled your hips. His hand slid to your chin, rubbing his thumb along the side of your jaw.

"Can I kiss you?" You didn't bother answering, meeting him halfway. His chapped lips moved against your own as if you've done it before, there was a familiarity to it that made you wrap your arms around his neck pulling him flush against your chest. Sliding his hands up and down your body, lips moving in sync against yours. You nipped at his lip, causing a loud groan to leave his mouth as he opened it for you. Sliding your tongue into his mouth you reveled in the feeling of him taking dominance. His hands gripping your ass tightly, his tongue roughly dancing with yours.

You pulled away, placing your hips on his shoulders as you continued to grind against him. Another groan leaving his mouth as he moved you against him, forcing you to press down harder and faster against him.

"God baby." He leaned back as he looked at you, admiring the way you moved against him, needy and wanting to cum again. "You're so need baby. Who's got you like this hm?" You dropped your head back, continuing to rock your hips against his. Kun felt his cock twitching in his pants at the sight, grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you close to him, placing kisses along your neck and collarbones.

"Kun I need you." You tried to sound strict but it came breathy, a moan following it as he kisses over your jugular, nipping at it before listening to your 'command'. Flipping you over he gave you a peck, before pulling away to take off his clothes. You decided to join him stripping out of your shirt and throwing it across the room.

Kun crawled back over you, but he stopped just taking the time to stare at you.

"I need to say this before. I'm not just fucking you because of your insomnia, I'm not just fucking you to fuck you." Kun intertwined your fingers, "I really like you. I don't want this to just not mean anything to you, when I really like you. Even thought we're doing this backward I hope you can at least think of going on a date with me." You felt your face heat up, and the familiar feeling of fluttering in your stomach at his confession. Placing your hand on his cheek you leaned up, placing a quick kiss on his lips.

"I like you too Kun. More than I can put words to." A big smile spread across his face as he leaned down, showering your face with kisses. "But if you don't put your dick in me right now, you might not ever get that date." A laugh left his mouth as he placed one last kiss against your check, before grabbing the base of his cock and rubbing it up and down your cunt. Collecting some of your juices over his tips he looked down as he pressed into you, muttering a fuck at the sight of you taking him in so well. You threw your head back feeling the fuzziness come back, feeling how well he slid into you.

When Kun bottomed out he placed your still intertwined hands on the pillow beside you, his other hand sliding back to your hip.

"Fuck you feel so good." He growled as he waited for you to adjust, feeling your tight walls practically sucking him in.

"Please move. Please I need you." Kun placed a gentle kiss on your pouty lips before pulling. Thrusting back into you he set a slow pace, being gentle with you not forgetting that you were still on bed rest. Your other arm wrapped around his neck, pulling you closer to him. Feeling skin against skin as he continued to slowly fuck you, enjoying the feeling of him being close to you.

It was more intimate than it should've been, being the first time that you two were having sex but with Kun it felt right. This was more love making than casual fucking and you wouldn't have it any other way. The coil in your stomach started to tighten, Kun's groans helping greatly to push you towards the edge, but the pace he had set wasn't doing it for you.

"Kun." He slowed down, hearing the desperation in your voice and not wanting to hurt you.

"Yes baby? Am I hurting you?" You could hear the slight panic in his voice and shook your head, before meeting his eyes.

"Faster please. I need you rougher." Kun pushed your hair back, before cupping your cheek.

"Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you, you were just hospitalized."

"Please fuck me harder. I need you to ruin me daddy." At your words Kun's eyes darkened and without warning he thrust into you hard, causing a punched out moan to leave your mouth.

The mood changed just the way you needed it to, instead of being slow love sex Kun was fucking you. Hips meeting during every perfectly timed thrust, hitting deep within you as the sound of his balls smacking against your ass filled the room. He let go of your hand, instead opting to grab your waist and pulled you to meet him halfway on every thrust.

Ceaseless moans leaving your lips at the feeling of him fucking into you so beautifully, filling every inch of you. Opening your eyes that hadn't even realized had closed you were met by the sight of Kun, sweat glistening over his abs and dripping down his face. His hair plastered to his forehead, as he bit his lip harshly trying to hold back his groans. Your neighbors should really thank him for having some self control.

Kun slowed down as he lifted your legs up, pushing them towards your chest, folding you in half as he continued his rough pace. This new position causing you to feel him in your chest, the feeling of fullness completely overtaking you as you orgasmed for the second time. He fucked you through your orgasm, the tingly feeling spreading towards your hips as overstimulation set in. Even though his cock was dragging against your walls beautifully, blunt tip pressing into your g spot it started to get painful.

The feeling of it being too much, but not enough at the same time. Tears welling up in your eyes, as Kun pressed against your legs pushing them back further and forcing his cock impossibly deeper.

"F-fuck daddy please." You didn't even know what you were begging for anyway, him effectively fucking you dumb, his hands gripping your thighs tightly to the point where you knew you'd have bruises the next day.

"So tight around me, your pussy is sucking me in even after two orgasms? What's wrong baby? Two isn't enough, you need me to milk another one out of you?" You couldn't respond to him, only listened to him as he spoke, groans leaving his mouth harmonizing with your moans almost.

"Poor baby is fucked dumb," A cruel laugh left his mouth as he stuffed two fingers into your mouth. You sucked on his fingers, twirling your tongue around them. "Can't even speak, only babble and suck on my fingers huh? Lucky you're so cute. You liked being called dumb huh? Can feel the way you're pussy clenched around me? Must be close again." You could only let out a muted moan, Kun's fingers still pressed against your tongue, gagging you effectively.

Pulling his fingers out of your mouth he slid his hand around your throat, tapping his too soaked fingers on the side of your neck.

"So close baby. So. fucking. close." Punctuating his words with an extra hard thrust in between you had lost the ability to think, his hand gently around your neck, more like an accessory but just at the thought of him choking you felt yourself drooling, his thrusts still reaching that spot inside of you that was so deep it'd never been touched before.

As if hearing your thoughts, Kun's hand tightened around your throat, pressing you against the mattress. You came at that moment, Kun's tip hitting your g spot perfectly. Your eyes rolled back as you felt like you had exploded, all of your energy draining out of you with your third orgasm of the night.

At the feeling of you clenching around him so tightly, practically holding you in place Kun pulled out and quickly jerked himself off, cumming over your lower stomach. Kun marveled at the sight of you laid out below him, lips swollen from biting them, hair frizzy from rubbing against the pillow, his white cum painting your stomach, a light red mark around your neck from his hand.

Kun let you sit for a couple minutes before carrying you to the bathroom for a well needed shower. Setting you on the toilet, he let you pee while he started the warm. When you were finished and the water was warm enough Kun helped you into the shower, letting you lean against him as he started to clean the cum from your body.

"Are you okay?" You looked up at Kun, basking in the feeling of the warm water running down your body as Kun rubbed the soapy loofa over your body.

"Never felt better." A crooked smile spread across your face, too tired to even continue the conversation. Kun kissed you on your temple , seemingly sensing it and helped you rinse out. After getting you redressed and back into your bed with clean sheets, Kun went to go to the living room until you grabbed his arm.

"Can you stay?" Even after having sex Kun was still nervous to sleep in the bed with you, but he obliged hearing your soft, sleepy voice. Climbing into bed with you he pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you.

"Thank you." Kun hummed, the vibration spreading through his chest and making you giggle.

"For?"

"Taking care of me." Kun placed another kiss on your head.

"You don't have to thank me. I wanted to care for you. Now get some sleep." Cuddling further into Kun, the beat of his heart along with the rise and fall of his chest lulled you to sleep.

For the first time in years, you slept like a baby.

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mycrofts-gunbrella · 3 years

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Caring is the Greatest Advantage- Part Eight (Mycroft Holmes x Reader)

Sorry for such a long delay!! It’s my little boy’s first birthday this week so I’ve been running around making arrangements and picking up last minute presents! Hope you enjoy this little chapter. It’s only 3K words, but it is a build up ready for the next chapter which will contain smut! Not full blown smut (I don’t think Mycroft is ready for that yet!) but still smutty nonetheless!

I will separate the smutty bit enough so that you can skip it if you want, but it will be referenced later on in that chapter!

Word Count- 3062

This morning differed from the last few that you had experienced since staying at Mycroft's home, namely because Mycroft had awoken before you this time, but also because it was the first morning you had ever been awoken by long fingers prodding at your forehead. That and also because, despite last night's late events, you managed to arise at a reasonable 9am.

"Did you know there are a lot nicer ways to wake somebody up?" You questioned, opening your eyes to see Mycroft staring at you with a slight frown to his brow. He retracted his hand slightly and shifted to sit a little higher.

"You know, Sherlock as a child once woke me in a similar way. I felt small scratches on my eyebrows and woke up to see him crouched over me with a smug little grin on his face. As it turns out, he had slipped sleeping pills into my cup of tea before bed and in my slumber covered my eyebrows in toothpaste." You covered your mouth with your hand and snorted slightly. "He'd come in to see if there was anything left beneath them, which, of course, there wasn't.. claimed it was just an experiment. I'd like to laugh and be more dignified about it upon looking back, but I struggle because he was only six and already a sod."

"Okay, you've proven there are in fact worse ways to wake up." You didn't make big deals out of it, but every time Mycroft welcomed you a little more into the stories of his youth, you can't help but feel your heart warm. It may not seem like much, but coming from Mycroft, a very private man who hasn't been treated the best over the years, it meant everything. You stretched and moved your hands up to rub your eyes, flinching a little as your fingers brushed against the bit of your head above your eyebrows. "Bugger." You winced, poking again and feeling a small lump.

"I was going to warn you but you laughed at my traumatic eyebrow removal story." You groaned and recalled your memory of last night and where you believe the bruise originated from.

"I jumped into bed last night sulking a bit that you wouldn't talk to me and uh.. misjudged.." Mycroft snickered slightly from your side, you swatted his arm. "Tit. I'm blaming you. This wouldn't have happened if you didn't go all Han Solo in carbonite on me." You spoke playfully, letting him know you weren't truly peeved.

"I thought you said it was cute?"

"That was clearly a concussion talking." You stretched once more and climbed out of the bed, walking over to a mirror above a dressing table and rolling your eyes. "Might need your special government powers to clear out the cafe else Ms Woodall will think we've had a domestic." Bernice Woodall, owner of one of your favourite little cafes settled on the outskirts of St James' Park was a very.. particular lady. She could have a good laugh one moment, and start a quarrel with a customer over the amount they stir their tea the next. But, you'd have to admit, she has one hell of an all day breakfast menu; you could practically taste one of her omelettes just by thinking about it, making your stomach growl loudly.

"I would but, if I am to be very honest, she genuinely scares me a little. I think she could overthrow MI5 so I daren't even try." You stood and moved into Mycroft's bedroom, grabbing your bag of clothes and picking through a few of the pairs of your jeans Anthea had brought and scanning through the t-shirts. Your fingers brushed over the creases of the shirt that had formed from being stuffed in the bag and frowned.

"Perhaps it would be more suitable for you to pop those in one of the chest of drawers? I'm sure I have at least one drawer empty.." Myc's voice came from behind you and you fell from your crouching position, clutching your heart.

"You and your bloody spy legs, you just scared the shit out of me." You stood back up, your pile of today's clothes in one hand and the bag of the rest in the other. "Giving me a drawer in your place already? Ooh Myc you are serious." You grinned playfully, following him as he guided you to a set of drawers in the opposite corner of the room. Mycroft halted and opened his mouth to make some kind of comment but you cut him off, placing your folded clothes inside the Edwardian furniture. "Only teasing.. I'm just glad you haven't kicked me out yet. Though I don't think my own bed will ever feel as comfortable as yours. I might not want to go back now you've spoilt me, you'll just have to be blunt when you're bored of me." You winked at him and carried your outfit into the en suite bathroom to get ready. Mycroft headed over to his wardrobe to pluck out his own clothes, electing to remain somewhat casual for your trip to breakfast with a pair of navy chinos and a lighter blue button up before muttering slightly under his breath.

"And if I never am?"

In the rare parts of his life where he allowed to imagine himself getting into a relationship, Mycroft had never expected himself to be overwhelmed with so much emotion so quickly, but with you it was almost as though he had no control; as though there had been so many pent up feelings over the years that they just seem to have exploded without any rational thought behind it. And whilst these were all new to Mycroft, and how he still wasn't entirely sure about everything that he felt when it came to things with you, the only thing he was positive about was that he didn't want it to go. And that meant not wanting you to leave. Which was ridiculous. You had just under two weeks left together until you would be needed back at work, and he would have to return to fighting on Britain's behalf, but the thought of you not being at home to greet him when he finished, or him not being able to pick you up in one of his cars from the Yard to take you both home made him feel a sense of disappointment. He shook himself from his thoughts when you emerged from the bathroom fully dressed.

"On second thoughts, I may take the risk. I'm not sure I can have members of the general public associating me with a Sex Pistols fan, no matter how humerous you may believe that top to be." You walked out proudly wearing your 'God Save the Queen' t-shirt with a grin. "You are aware tha-"

"That when the Sex Pistols released their song 'God Save the Queen' in 1977 it was around the same time of The Queen's silver jubilee and thus it was banned for a while on the premise of being 'bad gross taste'? You've only mentioned it every time I wear this shirt.. Though if your research extended enough then you'd know Paul Cook said it wasn't written specifically FOR the jubilee.. So if one of Lizzie's spies catch me in the act, I shall make a very sincere apology." Mycroft took his own clothes into the bathroom to get ready himself and scoffed.

"But I AM one of 'Lizzie's Spies'." He mused, leaning slightly against the doorframe after settling the outfit on the counter. You turned around on your heel and stood up on your tiptoes, pushed him more forcefully against the doorframe and placed your hands on Mycroft's cheeks, pressing your lips softly against his. His shock subsided before he kissed you tentatively, his hand resting on your lower back. You pulled away after a moment and ushered him into the bathroom to get ready, closing the door behind you and leaving him still slightly red faced and confused.

"Consider that my sincere apology." You headed over to the dresser and began to tie up your hair. "But hurry up, I'm starving." You called, moving the hairbrush too low and brushing against your bruise, making you wince loudly. From the bathroom, you heard Mycroft's voice before the sound of him brushing his teeth.

"Head?"

"Well I was thinking more along the lines of breakfast, but who knows what the day will bring." You heard the sound of Mycroft choking on his toothpaste and wished to whatever deity out there that you could have seen his face. Yes, you had promised to try and be less overbearing with your comments but he walked into that one. You grinned and sat down on the side of the bed, briefly scanning through your phone before Mycroft emerged, his face still burnt a red as deep as the burgundy sweatshirt he had paired with his outfit. The fact he had come out at all at least let you know that your joke hadn't taken it too far.

"You're a minx."

"And you wouldn't change it. Now let's go!"

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Only 20 minutes later had you both be found sitting comfortably in Ms Woodall's cafe, tucking into your respective meals- with you noticing, but not commenting on, Mycroft eating comfortably until the last bite of toast was gone, a sense of pride warming within you. Not too long after, Bernice herself headed over to clear up your tables.

"I trust everything was up to standard?" She asked, piling your plates onto her little trolley and offering top ups on your drinks.

"Splendid as usual, Ms Woodall." Mycroft smiled, accepting his new cup of tea and cradling it comfortably between his long fingers.

"Still proving to be our favourite place for breakfast." You praised, your hand reaching out to fondly brush against Mycroft's before taking your coffee into hand. Bernice watched your movements and raised her brow knowingly.

"Took the pair of you long enough. I had been half tempted to abstain from feeding you here until I got one of you to say something, it had started making me feel a bit sick watching you eye each other up each time you'd get up to order something." You rested your elbow on the table, hand covering your mouth as you let out a laugh.

"Yes, well, I can't promise you the ogling will stop on my behalf." You teased.

"And why should it? Mr Holmes in those posh little outfits is enough to make anyone swoon." And with that she had headed back out into the kitchen again.

"There you go, Myc. Should anything happen to me, my replacement is only round the corner."

"Mmm, and she does make a rather good cup of tea. Perhaps I shouldn't wait that long." His lip raised slightly in a smirk as he took a sip of his hot beverage.

"Oh really? Need I start getting possessive; stand my ground?" Before Mycroft could quip back, Ms Woodall had returned with a plate of biscuits in hand.

"Means you've already answered my next question, anywho." She hummed, placing the plate down between you and perching on the corner of the table beside yours. The pair of you gave her a questioning look and she continued, pointing up to her own forehead. "Tony and I were just as bad at the start of our marriage. Anywhere and everywhere we could get our hands on each other, I ended up with bumps and scrapes from alleys, the backs of cars, even in that one restaurant toilet that time.." You choked on your coffee and Mycroft all but dropped his teacup. "Oh don't act so ignorant, even us oldies had sex in their time." Your eyes caught Mycroft's and you could see him stifling down a laugh, biting softly on his knuckle- which, in itself, shouldn't have been as attractive to you as it was, but it is what it is.

"And with that thought, we best be off. Got a movie date planned." You commented, coughing down your own laugh as Bernice continued.

"Though to be fair it never stopped, all that spontaneity. Even towards the end, he could be like a lad of nineteen with how it was. God the positions, you'd have mistaken me for a gymnast and he could last for ages. I'd just lie there wondering 'will this pleasure never end'?" You could feel tears prick at your eyes as your laughter began to break through. "And then of course once Tony passed a couple years ago it all stopped. Shame really, all those years together, ending how it did.. Though sometimes I'm not sure if it's him that I miss or his massiv-"

"Ms Woodall we really should be going, thank you for breakfast." Mycroft hastily threw a few £20 notes on the table, far too much to cover your meal but enough to distract Bernice while tugging your hand and beelining for the door. Once safely distanced from the apparent nymphomaniac cafe owner you had to stop in your tracks to let out a laugh, Mycroft's hand still in yours as you doubled over.

"I can't believe she said that! She's so open."

"Evidently." Mycroft's comment set you off again, his laughter following, ignoring how you caught the attention of a few people passing by. "I do hope you are in no rush for breakfast there again any time soon, I don't think I can look her in the eye for a good while."

"Still so sure on replacing me with her so soon? I think she'd break you."

"Or turn me into a whore." You snorted and settled back to walking.

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"Drink?"

"Please. Tea, hold the sexual history."

"I'll try my very best, though, much like my tea, I imagine my list would be abysmal in comparison to old Ms Woodall." You flicked on the kettle, eager to replace the half drunk coffee you had discarded on the cafe table in your escape from listening about pensioner sex. "Will you load up the movie?"

"No. But I shall get the film ready to go.. How the American dialect found its way back to England will never fail to disappoint me." You had followed him into the room shortly after, mugs on the table and settled on the sofa beside Mycroft.

"You know, typically, when people elect for a movie day, they don't choose the tenth movie in the series to watch first." You grinned, tucking your legs beneath your body in an attempt to get comfortable. You continued your shuffling movements and heard Mycroft's voice.

"I believe we both agree that Carry On Cleo is the superior of the 31 movies for, well, a multitude of reasons." He trailed.

"I shan't object. It's sweet that you remember it's the first one we watched together.. Had it not been for you hearing Kenneth's famous 'Infamy, infamy' line persuading you to come over, I fear that I'd have been set up with one of Greg's mates by now, sitting in a pub nursing a G+T."

"I never said I remembered that."

"You didn't have to. You and I both know that your favourite was always Carry on Camping."

"Yes, well.. Opinions change with experience."

"Is this our equivalent of a patronus? Yours has changed and matched with mine? Very cute, Myc. Might I expect you in a 'Never Mind the Bollocks' shirt next week?" You teased, electing to lay down with your head lightly using Mycroft's thigh as a pillow, feeling grateful when he didn't shove you off with a comment about ruining the linen of his trousers, and instead took to softly brushing his fingers over your head, narrowly missing the purple bump each time.

"You'd have better chances of catching me running naked down the street."

"Is that a promise?" A flick to your forehead.

"Just play the bloody film."

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By the time the film had finished, your cheeks had hurt from smiling and your eyelids had felt heavy. Whilst getting up at a reasonable hour had felt like an achievement this morning, the lack of sleep from the previous night was beginning to catch up to you.

"Myc? Would it be entirely improper to nap on the sofa when there are multiple reasonable beds upstairs before continuing our films?"

"Only about as improper as it is to have a midday nap when you're not a young child." You shifted your head from his lap and sat up, ignoring the fact that you actually did end up ruining the linen of his trousers with the crease of your skull.

"Let me rephrase. Mycroft, would you be willing to break your proper posh boy streak and nap with me on the sofa?"

"I suppose it wouldn't hurt to deviate from one's usual behaviours in order to satisfy those one holds dear."

"That's a yes, right? Good, lay down, else I may just collapse right at this moment." Mycroft's sofa certainly was a significantly bit bigger than those usually found in somebody's front room, but it was still nowhere near wide enough for two people to lay with distance. Even still, he followed your request and rotated his body, lifting his long legs to rest down the side of the sofa while you slid into the gap beside him. He eventually circled his arm beneath you and rested his hand on your hip, your face softly brushing against the comforting material of his jumper. "If you drop me, I will be holding you accountable." You mumbled, shifting your body closer to his. He merely hummed, his hand slightly bunching in your shirt and his arm tightening. "I'd always hoped you were secretly a cuddler."

"Make a point of it or tell Sherlock and I'll throw you off." You couldn't even think of a witty comeback before your slumber had taken over, the smell of Mycroft and the sounds of him breathing overstimulating your senses. Mycroft being a secret cuddler hadn't been as much of a shock to you as it probably should have, but you welcome it completely and feel incredibly thankful that he trusts you enough to let you be that close to him, to feel his body in such a way. And you would embrace that- and him- as long as he would let you.

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iwillsearchtheuniverse4u · 3 years

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Lingering feelings

Characters: Song Mingi (Ateez) and a female reader (first person)

Genre: very emotional fluff, suggestive

TW: body confidence issues!

Description: A boy I’d been tutoring suddenly started acting strange. Both of us having our own issues it was hard to face him but when I did...

I looked at my alarm clock. 2:45. I hadn’t gotten a good night sleep for the past three days ever since I had met up with my best friend who was telling me about all the men she had to turn down because they weren’t fit enough, smart enough, loyal enough, funny enough,...not enough. For her. But there I was drowning in my emotions every single night because noone even looked at me. I hadn’t been desired for 20 years of my existence. I hadn’t felt wanted or loved or even noticed by anyone. It was a knot that was getting bigger and bigger inside me but the whole thing had just escalated when Leia told me about her “troubles”. She was everything men desired: beautiful, thin and free. Nothing holding her back, making her think twice about the consequences while I was the complete opposite: objectively overweight, nerdy and anxious. All the movies and books I had been surrounded with since I’d been a child spoke about love stories of women like Leia. How could I ever get the love I so desperately needed?

I tossed and turned in my bed for another half an hour before deciding to give up and find refuge in another episode of a Korean drama I was trying to keep up with. Another beautiful female protagonist with the skin that looked like porcelain and the body of a supermodel deciding between two equally stunning men, one having problems with being faithful and the other with being too shy to pursue the girl. Halfway through I realized the whole thing is just making me feel even more anxious and angry so I clicked pause and lay back to bed. My tears just started flowing down my cheeks out of nowhere but I couldn’t care less about stopping them. I was alone in my dorm room and most of my roommates who slept in separate bedrooms were asleep so the sounds I made were swollen by the night...or rather by dawn.

Morning came and while I was in a state of being half asleep half still sobbing about feeling worthless my alarm went off. I could feel my lids being heavy and sticky from the teardrops that accumulated around my eyelashes but I got myself to stand up and put some clothes on. It was always a drag to pick out clothes after having a night like that, never truly feeling like your body was worthy of being displayed out in the open to people whose opinions are so important to you that you spend every waking moment being concerned about them. But I did it, I went for a pair of cropped jeans and a red t-shirt with little black hearts all over it. It matched my red converse shoes so it made me feel more put together for some reason. I had morning classes because we were reviewing materials before the exam period and I just needed to be present.

I walked through campus with my earbuds in trying to look at my phone as regularly as possible to avoid any eye contact knowing I hadn’t put any makeup on my dark circles. That combined with my greasy dirty blonde ponytail and blood-shot eyes wasn’t a sight for the world to see. When I managed to get into the faculty building my phone vibrated in my hands causing me to finally look at it in search of substance not a mere excuse for ignoring people’s gazes. I was surprised to see Mingi’s name on top of my screen. It read: Are you coming? If you don’t get an A in this course you might lose a spot as my tutor next year. ;) I was so surprised I had to stop walking and read the whole text again. Mingi had told me that he was taking some time off to visit his family in Incheon but I knew better. He wasn’t motivated to study throughout the pandemic because his mental health was deteriorating but I wasn’t the type of friend to call him out on his white lies. I had just been trying to be there for him whenever he needed me, like a silent sidekick reassuring him that life does get better. While I had never truly believed that myself, I wanted so badly to make him believe that because he was one of those innocent souls who were just to fragile for this world. Or so I thought.

I almost sprinted to the lecture room, passing groups of students like I was an obstacle course racing because Mingi’s text reminded me I was running 3 minutes late to the Globalization and Cultural Change lecture. As soon as I got to the huge hall with about 30 students in it I was relieved to notice the professor hadn’t arrived yet and started looking for the familiar smile. Mingi always smiled, even at times when his smile wasn’t genuine and you could see his eyes losing the stars from their constellations in them. It was heartbreaking to see it but you couldn’t help but smile back. But most people couldn’t understand the smiling shy boy and kept their distance. I had always felt like he didn’t want to burden people around him but it also stopped him from building strong relationships and most people don’t like to spend their energy trying to break someone’s walls. It never really bothered me but as his assigned tutor I couldn’t just turn a blind eye. It had always upset me how I could see the pain in his eyes on his worst days but he would always laugh and make jokes like it was nothing.

I finally noticed him and his shiny pearly whites with the prettiest eye smile I had ever seen on a person. He was sitting in the middle row next to the wall with his bag on the seat next to him which he immediately removed when I started walking towards him. I sat next to him and whispered: “Dude, I thought you were taking this semester off, you can’t just come back right before finals and expect me to tutor you through the whole semester worth of materials. And what about your family back in Incheon?” He giggled nervously and scratched the back of his head while his glasses slid down his nose. “They’ll be okay. I just missed... being here. And besides, even if I fail this year I can take these classes next year and then I have at least some material covered if I attend these reviewing lectures right? I do want to pass this semester though... It would be so lame to attend all the uni parties at 30 because I probably won’t graduate until then. And then where can I find an amazing tutor like you?” He laughed while my face remained dead serious. I took the liberty of adjusting his glasses, pushing them up his long thin nose with my index finger to which he flinched a bit while his eyes widened. “I’m not a magician. I can’t bring out my magic wand and copy all of my knowledge into your head. Plus, if you have other things to worry about maybe this just isn’t the right time for you to attend uni. Everyone’s lives are ran by different currents, don’t worry if yours seems to be running behind everyone else’s.” He didn’t respond, his expression unreadable. Mingi looked down at his bag and took out his laptop in silence while the professor’s heels clicked towards her desk.

We sat there listening to the recap of all of this semester’s material. I could catch a glimpse of Mingi’s face his furrowed eyebrows, trying so hard to concentrate it made me feel guilty for what I had said. I’d never wanted to make him anxious or out him like that but knowing him he must have been confused by my sudden strictness. I took notes in my paper notebook while he was quietly typing on his laptop so I quickly wrote a note on the side of my page. I’m sorry. Of course I’ll study with you. :) I lightly tapped his shoulder to which he looked up from his screen adjusting his glasses again. As our eyes met I pointed to the note. He scanned the note and only gave me a slight smile as a response before looking back at his laptop.

After the class had ended he grabbed his things and waved only a little goodbye~ to me. I was confused and worried because he had never acted that way before and I had always teased him about how I was going to stop studying with him if he didn’t try harder. But this time it was different. He didn’t talk to me after that and skipped the second class of the day so it made me worry even more. I didn’t want him to feel pushed aside or hurt by my mindless actions so I decided to skip lunch and check up on him at his dorm.

“Mingi! I’m really sorry, okay? I said something stupid that I didn’t even mean. I like tutoring you, it’s really not a problem for me. It even helps me revise everything... and I want you to do well too... I just know I will be a lot lonelier next year if you’re not going to pass. Can you just talk to me?” I said while knocking on his bedroom door because he wouldn’t open them after my first attempt. Eventually I heard a low growling sound and his bed squeaking before he opened his door with ruffled hair and a yawn. He scratched the back of his hair and blinked a few times to adjust his vision. His eyes widened with his mouth agape probably realizing he was wearing only his boxers. In a matter of seconds my eyes automatically scanned his bare upper body. The door shut closed as I tried to get my thoughts in order, covering my mouth with my hand. After a few torturing moments he said through the door: “Wait a sec, I’ll be right with you.” It took a while before I could hear him take a deep breath and opening the door inviting me inside. He was now wearing his glasses and the outfit he had worn to class earlier that day with his dark brown dyed hair slightly more presentable. I sat on his chair and he sat on the bed looking at his feet like a sad puppy. I couldn’t help but feel extremely guilty at the sight of him so I decided to explain myself again. He didn’t look up throughout my monologue but played with the material of his hoodie. After I finished he looked around the room with his lips tightly pursed. He scratched the back of his head before saying in a low voice: “It’s not that...” His eyes scanned the room, avoiding my eyes. “Look, I would actually hate it if we stopped studying together but I know you didn’t mean it.” He finally made eye contact but had only held it for a few seconds before looking down at his hands again. I was waiting for an explanation which he didn’t deliver. “So what happened? Was it the stupid thing I said about currents?” I said annoyed. He looked up at me again. “Well, I didn’t know you could see through my lies. I don’t want you to feel like you have to take care of me or something. I’m just having a bit of a rough patch in my life right now but being alone or with my family didn’t really help me as much as... well... being with you.” I was left speechless, I couldn’t find the words to respond to the sudden confession.

I had no idea how much of an impact I had on his life. We’d spent a lot of time together for the first few months of the semester ever since I had been assigned to tutor him because his grades had been getting worse but I’d mostly just talked about the material and laughed at the jokes he’d make when he would be tired of studying. We’d grabbed lunch sometimes and talked about books and movies we liked or the parties we hadn’t been invited to but it never felt that deep.

I decided to sit next to him on the bed putting my hand on his shoulder and saying softly: “You really could’ve told me sooner. I could have been there for you all this time but you kept building a wall around yourself and I was too afraid to speak to you honestly because I felt like you’d close yourself even more if I told you I knew. I really wanted to help you. I still do.” He shook his head and looked up at me, both of us finding out our faces were dangerously close. I could see the faded constellations in his eyes and could almost count every one of his eyelashes. My heart rate suddenly accelerated at the sudden proximity and his furrowed eyebrows relaxed as he looked directly into my eyes. I hadn’t had a clue about how much I actually missed him, I was so lonely in all of the lecture rooms since all of my other friends were in different departments and Mingi was the only one making my uni life a little easier.

His face suddenly moved even closer to mine, our noses only a few centimeters apart. It was as if he was checking to see if I would move away. I was confused, trying to get my heart to calm down so I couldn’t control my movements. I didn’t even flinch when he turned his head to the right to softly push his lips against mine while slowly closing his eyes. I kissed him back. It wasn’t something I could control, it was more of an instinct. My hand was now gripping his shoulder while his were still in his lap. As we slowly parted I opened my eyes again seeing his cheeks had flushed red and I felt mine becoming hot too. That was my first kiss.

I left his dorm without saying anything because I couldn’t decipher my own thoughts and emotions. I was shocked. I didn’t suspect him having any romantic feelings towards me even when he’d said being with me helped him so much. I was really dumbfounded by his actions as I had never imagined that a man could see me as something more than a friend. Mingi was handsome but he wasn’t confident and loud like most guys on campus that were constantly surrounded by heaps of girls. Being quite reserved myself I thought we understood each other better because of our shy personalities never because he was attracted to me in any way. I just couldn’t believe it so I told myself the reason he kissed me was just him being flustered by the sudden upheaval of emotions.

We didn’t see eachother over the weekend and none of us had the courage to text the other so I spent the next two days overthinking my every action trying hard to focus on studying. On Monday, I walked into our lecture room for an overview of Anthropology of Media. The second I laid eyes on Mingi’s fearful expression my mind was set. I wasn’t going to let this get any further. So after class I caught his sleeve while he was hurrying down the hall to the next lecture. “I think we need to talk,” I said as I tugged on his wine red hoodie to signal to him to go with me. He followed me to the place under the stairs that people rarely used so I could be sure we were alone. But the second I looked into his eyes I couldn’t get myself to tell him what was on my mind. His eyes were brighter than ever making my heart skip more beats than just one. It was almost as if the constellations tripled over the course of the weekend. I’d never seen him this genuinely happy.

Mingi was looking at me expecting me to speak but I remained silent until he said: “If this is about the thing I did on Friday... please don’t feel pressured. I can’t make you like me back, at least not in the same way that I do.” He scratched the back of his head while looking at the floor. My eyes widened at the sudden confession. “Mingi. This isn’t about me not liking you at all... I just feel like you’re confused about your emotions. You can’t possibly make me believe that a guy like you...” I gestured at him. “..would like a girl like me?” He looked up at me with his eyebrows furrowed like he didn’t understand what I was saying. “What’s that supposed to mean? You can’t believe me that I’ve been thinking about you for the past 6 months, that I’ve been trying to find the words to tell you how I really feel? It’s really that hard to believe that I’ve fallen for the only girl who’s ever made me feel like the world is not such a shitty place to live in?” His voice cracked and he closed his eyes to stop the tears from escaping while clenching his fists. I just stood there in disbelief unable to say anything. After a few moments he spoke in a low whisper: “And please don’t tell me this is about the things you say about your body all the time. It’s complete bullsh*t. I love every inch of you. I can’t even think straight every time you touch me and the thing that happened on Friday wouldn’t have ended there if you hadn’t left so fast. I couldn’t function normally all weekend because I kept thinking about you and your body.” He was gradually getting closer to me as he spoke until he got me pinned against the wall with his right hand. Our faces were only centimeters apart when he continued: “About how you kissed me back.” His whisper was so low that even I barely kept my composure. I couldn’t deny it anymore, there was no excuse for my heart to beat as fast as it did when I felt his breath on my skin and his intense stare. The proximity of his face made my cheeks blush and when he noticed it he backed up and broke our eye contact. It was like a wolf turning back into a puppy in a matter of seconds. He looked back at the ground. I had never even imagined a sweet and gentle boy like Mingi could act this way, I guessed he must had been suppressing all of this for far too long. I took a step towards him and awkwardly tugged on his sleeve to make him look at me again. “Mingi, I like you too. I guess I’ve just never imagined for someone to like me like that and I didn’t want to get my hopes up.” Mingi’s face lit up with a smile and he suddenly wrapped his hands around me trapping me in a tight hug. “You can get your hopes up for me,” he whispered in my ear.

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Heather

This is loosely based on the song “Heather” by Conan Gray

italics are flashbacks

Jotaro x Reader

y/n pov

I had always been best friends with Jotaro ever since we were just kids. We were each other's very first friend, well we were each other's first for a lot of things. I remember when we were just young kids he would always stick up for me, especially when people much bigger than me would pick on me. Jotaro was always so sweet when we were still young kids. He was always so lively and freely showed his emotions.

I had mentioned before that we were each other's firsts for a few things, and our first kiss was included. We were curious about what it would feel like, but I guess it was a mistake for us to take part in doing so. If only we didn't share each other's first kiss, maybe i would've never had feelings for him.

I remember the kiss like it was yesterday, we were 14 at the time. I was staying at the Kujo’s home for the weekend because my parents had to go on a business trip. To the Kujo’s I was practically family so they accepted letting me stay for the weekend. I had been scared of staying in one of the guest rooms for the night, so Holly let me stay the night in Jotaro’s room with him. We had been facing each other, just joking about some stupid things people did in class earlier.

“Hey Jojo, have you had your first kiss yet?” i had asked out of curiosity not exactly knowing what his answer would be.

“No not yet, you?” he answered like it was nothing but i had a rosy blush starting to form on my face when he asked the same thing. I only shook my head in response, somewhat embarrassed that I still haven't kissed anyone yet. If i'm being honest i'm surprised Jotaro hasn't either.

“Maybe we could practice..you know so our real first kiss will be just perfect!” i smiled brightly knowing if we just practiced our first kiss on each other, our true first kiss with that special someone will be just perfect!

“I mean I don't see why not?” Jotaro soon had a blush forming on his cheeks, but was starting to sit up. I followed and we now sat criss cross in front of each other. “So how exactly do we do this..?” he asked slightly confused on where we should start.

“I think we close our eyes, lean in, and Ta-da!” I made a big gesture as I spoke and watched Jotaro nod his head. We both started to lean in with our eyes closed, and before i knew it we both headbutted each other.

“Ow! Jojo, your head felt like a rock!” I held onto my head with a small glare on my face towards him, who seemed to look away sheepishly and rubbing the back of his neck muttered a small apology. “It's okay, I was just over exaggerating anyway! B-but let's keep our eyes open until we make contact, alright?” I patted his shoulder and he just nodded in response. We kept our eyes open this time around and leaned in. before i knew it our lips were together and my eyes instinctively closed. One of Jotaro’s hands had been on my cheek while mine were both awkwardly placed upon my lap. The kiss felt like heaven on earth and I never wanted it to stop. I know this was just supposed to be an experiment experience, but this is making my heart beat like crazy.

The kiss lasted for a few more seconds before Jotaro had pulled away. We had both just stared into each other's eyes, me looking into his beautiful ocean like teal, and my e/c ones. I don’t think he wanted the kiss to end that quickly and neither did I, so I think he saw the look as a signal for us to kiss again. We both leaned in once more, but this kiss was longer than the last. This was more loving and meaningful. Like this was a true first kiss with that special someone.

It was a mistake for us to share our first kiss, but i don’t regret bringing up the idea of it.

After a few years Jotaro seemed to be distant towards everyone, including his mother who i believe is an Angel walking the earth. We might've been distant, but we were still best friends. We still hung out with each other almost everyday and would still have sleepovers at each other's homes.

I still think about the time when his mother was on her deathbed and we had to leave for Egypt. Jotaro didn’t want me to tag along because he thought it would be too dangerous for someone who didn't have a stand, but I always kept it a secret that I had one. He was a bit ticked when i told him, but he just brushed it off and we set off to find DIO. We fought a couple stand users and started to stay in a hotel located in Singapore. I remember the exact date this happened. It was the 3rd of December.

“I’ll share a room with Jotaro if that's alright with everyone!” I smiled and looked at him and the rest of the group for confirmation. They all seemed fine with it. This was gonna be the old times. We soon split up to our designated rooms and I unlocked the door to reveal the two queen sized beds.

“I call this one!” I called out and jumped onto the bed closest to the bathroom. I laid with my stomach flat against the bed, happy I didn't hear Jotaro complaining about it. I felt the bed dip and moved my head to the side to see Jotaro sitting down. I moved to sit on my knees and tugged gently on his long jacket.

“Jojo, could i try on your jacket?” i don't remember the last time i saw him without his jacket, it seemed to be like his second skin. He didn’t give much of a response, more so just mumbling something under his breath as he took it off and laid it on the bed. I got off the bed and put on the long jacket. It was too big for me, the bottom of it dragging on the floor.

“So, how do i look?” I didn't really expect a nice answer from him, but I wasn't expecting what he said.

“It looks better on you,” he gave me a rare smile and patted the top of my head, “maybe when we get back to Japan we will get you a matching one.” i only nodded my head with a slight blush rising on my cheeks. Being his childhood friend definitely had his perks.

Everything he did at that point made my heart flutter, it felt like it was about to explode. I really thought he saw me as much more than just a childhood friend. But I was wrong.

A couple more years went by, we were now 20. Jotaro went off to America to study Marine Biology while I stayed in Japan. He would call me often, every day actually. We would talk about the stress that school was giving us, and the fun activities we did. Most of the time our calls consisted of Jotaro rambling about how interesting all the marine life was. I laid back and listened, truly happy as I listened to the love of my life talk about what made him happy.

One call was different though. It was the call where he told me he proposed to an american woman named Heather. I had to put on a mask but I couldn't believe that Jotaro was getting married to a woman neither his family or i had met. I told him how happy I was for him. I didn't want him to hear how broken-hearted I was over the phone. Once the call ended I don't remember how long I sobbed for.

It felt like all the moments we shared together were just out of a friendly bond. There was love behind all of it, just not the kind of love I wanted it to be.

I stood next to Jotaro as his best man figure. I held back all the tears I had when Jotaro said how nervous he was. I reassured him that she was the perfect woman for him. Our conversation was cut short when the wedding march started to play.

I wanted to strangle Heather as she walked down the aisle, but I couldn't deny how beautiful she looked. Everything about her was perfect. She was the second kindest person i’ve ever met, she was drop dead gorgeous, and she managed to get Jotaro to fall in love with her.

I wanted to hate her so much, but my love for Jotaro’s happiness overpowered all my hateful thoughts. I was happy for him. So happy that he found happiness after all the events of Egypt. I was never able to get him out of his lowest slumps, so I envy you Heather. I really do. Please cherish him as much as i do. I wish I were you Heather.

That was the happiest I had seen Jotaro in a long time. Maybe even the happiest i've even seen him. His wedding soon became the second happiest I've seen him, when he had a child on the way. I was completely over the moon when I was going to be the Godparent of their first born child.

I had waited outside the delivery room holding onto Holly’s hand in anticipation. I was supposed to be in Japan studying, but who cares about schooling when your best friend is having a daughter. Me and Holly both stood up as soon as we saw Jotaro enter the hallway. It was finally time to meet the beautiful daughter him and Heather created.

Holly was first to enter due to this being her very first grandchild. She was cradling her with tears falling down. To her it was just like holding Jotaro all over again.

I was next to hold her. I rocked her back and forth in my arms and looked to Heather, “what's her name?”

“Jolyne.” she said with a tired smile on her face. She must've been exhausted, so i didn't ask any further questions.

“Jolyne..” i said softly, as i used the back of my finger to caress her small cheeks, “such a beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” She was absolutely gorgeous, just like both of her parents.

“I love you Jolyne..” I whispered softly as I saw a couple tears falling onto the swaddle.

As I look back on the moments I shared with Jotaro, I realized I was just a side character. I might've been helplessly in love with someone who saw me as just a friend, but that doesn’t make me love him any less. Thank you Heather for making him happy. I wish i could’ve been you, even for just a moment.

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