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Satoru Gojo

[Chapter 9] Tantrum

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You’ve known Satoru ever since you were five years old, and yet you’ve never realized just how spoiled and entitled he is. Sure, you knew that his parents would buy just about anything he wanted and he never had to face any consequences but you never really notice. Nor did you care. Not until he’s right in front of you, in front of your desk, and he tells you,

“You’re fired.”

It catches you off guard. You’re completely confused, and you don’t gather your thoughts in time. When you’re about to question what he means, he’s locked in his office. You knock on the door, and when there’s no response, you knock much harsher. He ends up opening the door, a brow raised as he asks, “Did you not hear me?”

“You can’t fire me.” You tell him, and he hums as he pretends to think about it. You’re about to call his mother to tell her about the situation, but Satoru slams the door shut which startles you.

“I want you to pack your shit up and leave this building, you’re fired.” Satoru says. You’re opening and closing your mouth, trying to think of what to say. A comprehensible sentence isn’t forming in your head. “You’re not doing your job properly.”

“I’m not doing my job properly? Last time I checked, I was. I’m just not fucking you like you want me to!” You raise your voice and his eyes widen at what you say. He didn’t realize how outspoken you’ve become, but hearing you say that is a reality check for the man.

“How dare you say that?” He responds, making you roll your eyes. You unlock your phone and look for his mother’s contact. Meanwhile you tell him,

“You’re a fucking horrible person. Why are you trying to take my job away from me when I’ve excelled at my job? Because we have a past together? I’m sorry for dating you, I guess.” You finally find the contact and when you’re about to call her, he takes the phone from your hands.

“Are you trying to call her? What business do you have with her? Why is she employing you?” He asks the questions that remain unanswered. You’re also not giving him an answer. He scoffs at your silence before saying, “Reason doesn’t matter. I’m the boss, and you’re fired.”

“You’re an entitled son of a bitch.” You take your phone back. You’re about to call his mother but you pause. You take a deep breath before you say, “You know, I’m glad you left me. If we had gotten married we would’ve gotten divorced within a year.”

“So suddenly you can remember we have a past together.” He says, making you click your tongue against the roof of your mouth. You chuckle, rolling your eyes.

“You were the one who told me to forget about our past while we worked together, why are you mad that I wasn’t bringing it up!” You argue, and he’s gathering his thoughts while you dial his mother. You put the phone on speaker, and he says,

“There’s no way you’re calling her.” And when she picks up the phone, he hears her voice. There’s no way his own mother would side with you of all people. He’s holding back a smirk, waiting for you to say something, to ridicule yourself.

“Hey, Mrs. Gojo. I’m with your son right now and he’s trying to fire me.” You inform her, and you both hear her sigh. Satoru is waiting for it. She’s going to tell you off, she might be putting up a tough act with him but when it comes between you and him, she’ll obviously side with him.

“I’ll talk to him. Don’t pack your stuff up, he’s just throwing a tantrum.” And she hangs up on you. You smile at Satoru, batting your eyelashes before you tell him,

“I’ll let you handle her. Have fun.” Just as you speak his phone rings, and he sees his mother’s name on the screen.

You’re not sure what you’re expecting that same day when Mrs. Gojo texts you to meet up at a restaurant at lunch. Maybe she wants to talk about Satoru’s awful behavior with you and apologize– You doubt that she’s apologizing, that’s certainly the last thing she’s going to do. You’ve known the woman so long, and you don’t remember her ever apologizing.

You get to the restaurant, and luckily for you, it isn’t something that’s high-end. It’s nice, but nothing extravagant that’ll make you feel bad about how you look. You walk into the place, and tell the hostess the name that the reservation is under, and she leads you to the table. A sigh escaping your lips when you see her and who she’s with. Of course.

“Mrs. Gojo… Gojo.” Your eyes shift from the mother to the son. You know there’s no way you can escape from this, so you might as well sit down comfortably. “What’s the reason for this meeting?”

“I can’t have you two working together while you bicker like children. I need you two to make up.” She says, and you click your tongue. You clear your throat before you tell her,

“Mrs. Gojo, I think it’s best to hurry up with hiring another secretary for your son. As much as I try to ignore it, we have a past together and we simply can’t get along even in a professional manner.” You try your best to be honest with her. You would’ve gladly been demoted back to Shoko’s secretary, but not fired by him. Especially since you know that he did it without his mother knowing.

“I didn’t ask for your opinion, dear. I put you as Satoru’s secretary because that’s what I think fits best.” She responds. Satoru pinches the bridge of his name while your nails dig into the cloth of your skirt. Right, your opinion doesn’t matter. She’s the one that makes all the decisions around here. You stare at Satoru, waiting to see if he’ll actually say something to her.

To no surprise, he bites down his tongue.

She takes a sip from her water before she clears her throat. “I should get going, you two figure it out. I told the waiter to keep his eye on you.”

This reminds you of when you were kids and Satoru would snatch a toy out of your hands which would ensue an argument. You were always forced to make up, of course Mrs. Gojo wouldn’t be the one to force you because at the time she didn’t want her son to be friends with you. It’d always be your mother.

You’re tempted to leave when she leaves, but you stay in your seat. You’re hungry, you might as well order something. He doesn’t seem like he’s going to leave either. When the waiter comes around, you both order something.

You sit in silence, awkwardly looking around the place. After around a minute or so, you take your phone out. You open the couple of messages you have from the nanny, and smile as you see your son. He’s playing with the toy cars that his grandmother got him, and you take this opportunity to glance at Satoru and then at your son. You hate how much they look alike, and as you look back and forth you realize they look more similar than what you had in mind.

“How’s Ren?” He asks, and you nearly drop your phone. You furrow your brows as you take a big gulp from your glass. Can he read your mind? He awkwardly looks around before he asks, “Is that not the name of your cat?”

“Yeah.” You laugh. It takes everything in you not to burst into a fit of laughter. You completely forgot that your son is now a cat. You take a sip of water before saying, “He’s good.”

“Maybe we can make up if you show me a picture of your cat.” He says, and you roll your eyes as you shake your head.

“I decide when we make up, after all, you tried to fire me.” You point out. He really can’t argue with that. You tap your finger against the table before you tell him, “I guess you can talk about what you wanted to talk about so badly. Remember when you asked me to dinner?”

“Yeah… I’ve thought about it and that won’t end well.” He confesses. He can’t get rid of you, he doesn’t know why his mother is insistent on you two working together. “I guess… How have you been doing the past five years?”

“I’ve been…” You take a deep breath. You found out your boyfriend got married months after breaking up with you, you had a baby alone, have been raising him alone, overworking yourself to ensure Ren has the best possible upbringing. You’re tired. You sheepishly smile, “Fine. I’ve been fine.”

“You look tired.” He says. You have no idea why his words make your eyes fill up with tears. You chuckle, standing up to use the bathroom.

“That’s what happens when you work for your mom.” You respond. He doesn’t know what else to say, but it’s fine, you walk away to use the bathroom. He bounces his leg as he waits for you. He has to think of what he’s going to say to kill the awkwardness that goes on at your table

There’s a vibrating sound on the table, and he sees that you’ve left your phone. Satoru gets a great idea, you might not want to share much about your life but you’ve left your phone behind. He doubts your password has changed. He holds back, it’s an invasion of your privacy. But if the phone that’s across the table were to magically land in front of him and light up, it wouldn’t be an invasion of your privacy if he just glanced at it.

He’s fighting back on grabbing the phone and checking everything that you have there. His hand lands on the table and he slowly moves his hand. And just when he’s about to reach the phone, you’re back. You ask, “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah.” He tries to play it off, his hand going to his side of the table and he puts his elbow on the table before his head rests on his hand. You try to act as if you didn’t see him reaching for your phone. You came back when you noticed you had left your phone and you feared this would happen. “So um… Are you seeing anyone?”

“I don’t have the time.” You share. Your food finally gets to the table and you get your utensils to begin stuffing your face. “I was about to ask you the same question.”

“Right.” He awkwardly chuckles. You both begin to eat, and his eyes can’t stop looking at you as you try your best to keep your tableside manners. Satoru can’t eat, his appetite goes away. His stomach growls, wanting food but the thought of eating makes him want to puke. He wipes his mouth with a napkin before he clears his throat. “I apologize for firing you… You are doing a great job and I just–”

“Got in your feelings.” You finish his sentence for him. He ends up sighing. You’re right. You shrug, “As long as you don’t let it happen again.”

“I won’t. I promise. Next time around it’s up to my mom.” He responds.

“So we’re stuck working together forever.” You joke. He ends up laughing. He watches you eat, and you feel awkward since he watches you like a hawk. When you swallow the mouthful of food, you ask him a question that keeps bugging you, “Are you and Sayo thinking of having kids?” 

“Kids! Kids… Um, we haven’t talked about it. Don’t think she wants them.” He answers, and he sounds unsure about it all. You find it odd considering that’s his wife of five years, but it’s none of your business. You know Satoru wants kids but perhaps he’s changed his mind. “So um… You and Suguru.”

“What about us?” You slightly tilt your head to the side. Satoru doesn’t want to bring it up. He doesn’t want to give you ideas, but he already mentioned Suguru.

“You two seem… Friendly.” He asks, and you know what he’s insinuating. 

“I wish… I don’t think he’s into me.” You confess since he hasn’t bothered to contact you ever since he found out about Ren, and Satoru won’t mention the past. He won’t mention it because if he hears that you’ve started dating Suguru, he just might lose his mind.

“How could he not?” He says, and you feel your face get warm.

“Let’s not.” You reply, and he bites his lip. He ends up nodding in agreement. He would have talked to you for hours a couple of years ago, but he doesn’t find a topic to talk about. You don’t know each other anymore.

You keep eating quietly since neither of you want to talk more deeply about the past, and when you’re finished, Satoru calls the waiter to cover the bill. To your surprise, Mrs. Gojo got it covered. You both stand up and exit the restaurant. 

You don’t bother saying anything else as you begin to walk to your car, and you assume that Satoru begins to walk the other way until he calls out your name. You come to a full stop and you turn to look at him. You sweetly smile at him, before you ask him, “What’s up?”

You don’t know what to do when he wraps his arms around you. He hugs you so tightly that he sucks the air out of your body. You’re not sure what to do– Whether you want to hug him back or just awkwardly stand as the man that you’ve loved for so long hugs you. He’s been waiting to do it for five years. 

And he’s waiting for you to hug him back, but you’re not budging. Until you feel a droplet on your shoulder. His head rests on your shoulder and he sniffles. You finally hug him back, “Don’t cry, Toru. You have no reason to cry.”

It’s muffled but you’re sure you hear an,

“I’ve missed you.”

#[changes] #gojo saturo #satoru gojo #gojou satoru x you #jjk satoru #gojou satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen gojo #jjk gojo #gojo angst #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo satoru #jujutsu gojo #gojo x reader #gojo fanfic

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404 - Title Not Found (part/chapter 3)

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Ao3

Summary: Jason was expecting the gala to be boring like always but is pleasantly surprised when it isn’t.

Danny meant it as a joke but Fenton luck always strikes. At least he gets an excuse to talk to the cute guy he gave quarters to.

AN: As always this is crack, this is a whole crack fic; and I play fast and loose with DC&DP cannon. Ignore any out of character writing(mainly Vlad and Bruce).

Kinda/slow Vlad redemption, kinda like a shitty uncle that you get along with sometimes.

Danny and Jason don’t know each other’s names for a bit so they refer to each other as:

Danny - Quarter Guy

Jason - Laundry Guy

Enjoy the crack! :)

Jason immediately knew that the other wasn’t from Gotham. No one just offered anything without an immediate confirmation that they would get something in return. At least that’s how it was in Crime Alley. He and the other held small talk while they were doing their laundry.

“You just offer quarters to people?” He said sarcastically only to have an actual answer in return. “Only the cute people.” The other said with a somewhat joking tone.

“Uh huh. What’s ya name? I didn’t catch it.” Jason wouldn’t directly admit but this guy had peaked his interest even more.

“Well, I didn’t throw.” The guy answered with a smile that felt sarcastic with just a bit of wanting chaos.

The topic changed to other things. He learned that quarter guy had moved to Crime Alley awhile back, he didn’t give a clear reason why; “Just thought it’d be a good change of pace.”

He also learned that Quarter Guy was going to some kind of event with his godfather; saying that even though he agreed to go, he could still complain. And god did he complain but nothing sounded too bad. “He’s just a fruitloop, I wouldn’t doubt him trying to use me to get secrets from the other people.”

Jason didn’t share any too personal information; besides it just out of sceret identity and such but it would also feel weird to. Jason did complain about how he was more or less forced into agreeing to go to the Wayne gala, only not sharing that it was a gala or that it was a Wayne event.

“Maybe we end up at the same event.” Quater guy, who still didn’t tell Jason his name, joked. His laundry had been done before his own. Quarter guy left with a smile that only made him want to figure out why he felt familiarly even more. Jason was more curious about this guy than before but decided to hold off on figuring out more about it.

—

It was just meant as a joke. Danny really did mean as a joke but just his fucking luck(or honestly he was expecting CW to be the cause in some way), he was now looking at the guy he gave quarters to a day or two pior. He was standing next to the snack table, avoiding Vlad so he didn’t have to worry about talking to other rich people he didn’t trust. The snacks didn’t look good in any sense of the word, why did he expect rich people to know what good snacks look and taste like.

He was thinking about texting Sam to complain, knowing that she would say I told you so but that when he noticed the guy from his apartment building was there. It took a second to recgionze him since he seemed more put together and dressed nicer, but it was him. Danny wouldn’t have questioned it too much if the guy wasn’t standing next to Bruce Wayne but he was. Danny didn’t need to know any more rich people but life(or probably CW) had other plans.

He noticed that the guy hadn’t seemed to see him yet. Danny moved away from the snack table, going opposite from Wayne and the laundry guy; mainly focusing on staying hidden but a voice called him. “Danỉ͔͖̜͌ẹ̿͋̒̕l̙͖̑̾ͣ!” It wasn’t loud, at least it wasn’t to humans. It had just enough of a hint of ghost speak to have Danny turn to look. Of course when he had his back turned, Vlad had to go and speak to Bruce Wayne. “Come over, I’ve hardly seen you since we’ve arrived.”

Danny held back a sigh and eye roll as he went over to Vlad and Wayne; which also meant laundry guy. He had felt Wayne’s eyes on him as he went over, laundry guy hadn’t seemed to notice or frankly care enough to look. He looked at Bruce. He knew of “Brucie” Wayne and had wondered if it was just a persona like when Vlad used to pretend to be niceish to his dad. He side eyed laundry guy, who didn’t look at him at all.

“You didn’t tell me you had a so-“ Bruce started with a hint of curiosity. Danny was quick to cut him off. “He didn’t because I’m not.” That’s what finally got laundry guy’s attention, he looked at Danny for a second and Danny already knew that he recognized him. “Daniel, that was rude.” Vlad looked at him before going back to Bruce. “I apologize for him but he is right. He’s my godson.” Vlad said, leaving it to Danny to introduce himself.

“Yes, I do apologize for cutting you off like that.” Danny started. He used the tone he would use with some of the ghost nobles. It was a bit forced but relatively kind. He’d hate to admit and never would out loud but he learned it from Vlad. “It’s alright, I understand how words hold meaning.” He noticed how it sounded more real than “Brucie” usually did.

He just nodded before continuing, “Okay. I’ll introduce myself before Vlad tries to.” Danny made his tone sound just a bit joking. He felt laundry guy’s full attention on him. He smiled, a little fake and a little smug. “I’m Danny Fenton and as Vlad said, I am his godson.”

There was some “good to meet you”s exchanged. Danny picked up on the fact that Bruce nudged Laundry Guy to introduce himself.

—

Jason didn’t like Vlad Masters at all. He was creepy, all around weird and untrustworthy. He had only seen him a few times before, spoke to him barely unless with Bruce but something was off now. There was a strange feeling of paranoia around Vlad that he couldn’t place. Even with all his training from the Bat.

He had been staying relatively close to Bruce, not wanting to deal with questions or the other people which Bruce seemed to respect. He had noticed that Bruce had been trying to be better or very least trying to understand his perspective. It was something, it was better than nothing.

Jason had held back a groan as soon as he saw Vlad approach him and (mainly) Bruce. He tuned out most of everything, just looking at the other people around them. It was like every other time Bruce was stopped by another billionaire. Just stand there, vaguely pay attention and look at the crowd of other people. That’s how it was going until he heard Vlad call out to someone else.

“Danỉ͔͖̜͌ẹ̿͋̒̕l̙͖̑̾ͣ!“ He heard Vald call out to someone else. it sounded off, not by a lot but still. He didn’t show a reaction outside of paying more attention. He noticed Bruce didn’t show any slight reaction which was expected. Jason still didn’t care enough to fully look up at whoever Vlad had called over until Bruce had started talking and was immediately cut off.

Jason had recognized the voice right off the bat. He looked up and saw Quarter Guy or as he introduced himself, Danny. It was obvious that the other recognized him as well but spoke as if he didn’t. He thought of when he talked to him while doing laundry and how he joked about them going to the same event. He heard formalities go around when felt Bruce nudge him. A signal to introduce himself.

He faced Danny, taking note of how he acted like they hadn’t met and he decided to go along with it. “Jason. Nice meeting ya.” He said with a similar smile that Bruice Wayne was known for but each bat kid had their own distinct version of it. “Nice to meet you as well.” Danny said with his own smile, he noticed that it was a mix between genuine and fake.

Jason noticed how different the other acted compared to when they talked a few days prior. He took note of how he was not as talkative or sarcastic and just had a small sense of fakeness about him. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for people to have a more or less fake personas at galas but he found it interesting how the other did a complete 180.

“So Danny, this your first gala?” Jason asked. A bit genuinely curious and also since he knew Bruce would ask him at some point. Danny looked at Vlad for a split second before answering. It seemed like silent communication. “No and yes. I’ve been to a few before but this is the first one I’ve been to in Gotham.” He had kept the smile as he explained. “Vlad has dragged me to some all over. Although I mainly attend the few that are held in my hometown.”

Yeah, he was definitely lying about something. It was easy to guess especially when Danny looked at Vlad before he had answered. He didn’t outwardly question it or look at Bruce to see if he noticed it too, of course he had; world’s greatest detective or whatever.

“Well we’re glad that you decided to attend tonight.” Bruce spoke, or well Brucie did. Some of the others had personas similar to the Brucie one but Jason didn’t. He didn’t feel like he needed one especially after coming back. “How about Jason and you go off and do your own thing while I speak business with Vlad?”

Jason looked at Bruce for a second, they both knew something was sketchy with Vlad and instead of including him in getting more info on him, Bruce was pushing him off to Danny. Not that he was complaining but still. He looked at Danny for his response.

—

Danny looked at Vlad, a bit surprised that Vlad wasn’t one to suggest that although he would’ve been suggesting it as a way to get information against competition. Vlad just gave a nod to him, Danny held back a sign knowing that Vlad would still use it as an opportunity for that. “Sure, why not? Still getting used to the city and all.”

And with that, he was led away by Jason. He could already hear Vlad scheming. At least he would be the only ghost he’d have to deal with. Hopefully, he didn’t want to jinx himself. He just let Jason drag him away from Bruce and Vald, not really caring where they went.

They finally stopped in a more quiet corner of the gala room. It was less bright with less people which Danny was grateful for. He had attended more ghost galas than human ones. So the loudness that came with human ones was still newish to him.

“So, I guess we really did end up at the same event.” Jason said with a smug grin. Hopefully just making it known that he said it as a joke would make it seem as a crazy coincidence and not too weird.

Danny gave him a sheepish smile, “I swear I meant it as a joke.”

#cross posted on ao3 #fanfic #dpxdc #dcxdp #danny phantom #ghost king danny #dead on main #jason todd #red hood #crack fic #crack treated seriously #404 - title not found

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AJ Crowley vs Forgiveness

I need to talk about Crowley for a minute so buckle up or move on.

"It’s not so bad once you get used to it” from Season 1 Episode 1 and an early chapter of the book is something of a throwaway joke. But being damned isn't much of a joke to Crowley, even if he makes jokes to cover it up.

The first thing to understand is that damnation doesn’t end after Crowley either saunters vaguely downwards or is dropped into a burning pile of sulfur(conflicting accounts from the demon himself). Being damned is a continuous state of being AND something that could very well happen to him again. 

He was too ambitious for heaven—too curious. Something that he now knows is distinctly not a heavenly virtue. It’s just that those traits are also not virtues in hell either. And on top of that—he’s good. 

Which in his particular role, is an extremely dangerous thing to be. So he isn’t good, and he isn’t nice and he doesn’t feel trite things like empathy or love. Except that he knows intrinsically that all of that is utter bullshit. And if anyone who isn’t Aziraphale realizes this, he doesn’t really know what falling from hell would be like, but he doesn't want to be the first. 

Another thing to remember is that Crowley doesn’t understand why he was cast out. He understands that it was the questions, that it was his ambition to try and suggest improvements, but he can’t understand why. And the shame of that being yet another question is not lost on him.

The resentment there that has festered for millennia is understandable and expected and HES RIGHT TO FEEL IT. And it’s the reason why he has such a negative reaction to the concept of “forgiveness” but has a relatively amicable relationship with apologies. And I know this is going to sound crazy after nearly 400 words, but this is the actual concept I want to dissect.

Because Aziraphale’s “I forgive you”s of the past have never gotten a good response, but they’ve also never gotten a “don’t bother”. Aziraphale uses that phrase specifically against Crowley when he needs to put distance between them. When he knows that Crowley is right. And Crowley knows that Aziraphale uses that phrase for exactly that purpose because they have being playing their parts for thousands of years. And he’s always been willing to wait in the past. The dance begins with Crowley challenging Aziraphale with something tempting. 

The Great plan is dumb. What if we just left together? You’re being dumb. (I need to link that one Tumblr post that inspired this, just look at this.) Here.

And finally, desperately, This is what you’re giving up. Because Crowley doesn’t actually think it will work. He may hope it does. But he has played his part for long enough to know exactly what Aziraphale’s next line will be. And it still devastates him. And well, it’s his decision to be done waiting for Aziraphale to catch up. Being “too fast” has been his insecurity for too long, and he’s done slowing down just so Aziraphale can try and forgive him. He still doesn’t know why what he is, is wrong. 

(He isn’t)(I mean he certainly makes some unhealthy choices, and he isn’t exactly completely in the right, but he’s NOT wrong.)(Running away together ISNT the right move, but it is the more romantic one so take that as you will.)

The part that makes my brain buzz is that this aversion to forgiveness does not apply to apologies. Specifically it does not apply to the phrase “I was wrong” or "you were right" or the little dance.

This. Is. Interesting.

He doesn’t have a problem with apologizing, and he doesn’t have a problem accepting apologies from Aziraphale if that wonderful scene is to be taken at face value. The fact that the 1941 apology dance wasn’t shown is actually a crime, and you can’t convince me otherwise. And I think this is specifically because he’s not actually averse to forgiveness on the whole. It’s the idea that he needs forgiveness for simply being who he is that actually bothers him. And well. I guess he was tired of Aziraphale pretending that the concept had merit, too. 

For four years he's had the freedom to be exactly who he is without the fear of damnation even if he still has the baggage that went along with the first time it happened to him. And even though Aziraphale doesn't realize it, he's asking Crowley to do something impossible for him. He's asking Crowley to admit that he needs forgiveness, and come back to heaven.

Aziraphale assumes that Crowley would not only want that, but that being with Aziraphale would make it even better. But what the angel has actually done, is give Crowley's deepest insecurity wings. And given him a reason to step away from their millennia long dance.

Because Crowley has finally, finally, finally, found something that he can't give up for Aziraphale. It's extremely poetic that that thing happens to be himself.

And okay now I’m done. I’m gonna go scream into a void.

#good omens meta #good omens spoilers #good omens 2 #good omens 2 spoilers #go 2 spoilers #go2 spoilers #Aziraphale #crowley #crowley and aziraphale #ineffable husbands #aziracrow

[lolasimms]

a lots gonna change pt.5

Summary: Married life isn’t great, infidelity ensues, and things change.

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“Tell me who you belong to.” She demanded, hand wrapping around your thigh, squeezing tight.

“You… I belong to you.” You could hardly speak but managed to get that much out between her hard licks. Tears of pain and pleasure started to form in your eyes.

“Say it! Who!” She shouted. “Who makes you feel this good?”

You moaned louder. “...mommy… only mommy fucks me this good…”

Your wife had your legs wrapped over her shoulders, licking and sucking as you moaned uncontrollably. Her fingers plunged inside you, as your soft, tight walls throbbed around her, as her fingers moved continuously on your clit, rubbing her tongue against it in tandem with her hand. Your body began quaking as you overcame your orgasm, screaming obscenities into the otherwise quiet room.

You inhaled deeply, trying to catch your breath as you lifted your head from the bed to look at her. She was kneeling on the floor at the edge of the bed, face slick from your release, her cheeks a dark shaded crimson.

"Jesus... when you asked to come upstairs for a kiss, I didn't expect that..." you muttered, breathless and smiling.

-

Ellie was sat on the left side of the sofa, like she always did, her fingertips drumming lightly against the soft fabric of her black slacks. Louise, your couples therapist, sat adjacent to the couch, in her armchair tapping her fountain pen against a notebook. The two of them didn't share a word, save for greetings and awkward smiles of acknowledgment. Ellie glanced at the clock that sat on the wall and sighed, where were you?

It was now nearing 4, and you had agreed to meet Ellie at 3:30. Yet you still hadn’t arrived, to make matters worse your phone wasn’t going through which was strange, as you were always reachable.

"Mrs. Williams, I have a client coming in, in about" she looks at her watch and gazes back at her. "15 minutes, I'm always happy to reschedule" she smiles politely, as she gets up and walks to her desk.

"Sure, I apologise on behalf of my wife, I'm not sure what's going on" she says, as she rises from the couch then collects her coat.

"No need, she's a working woman again, we can't blame her" she smiles and walks Ellie to the door. She nods her goodbye as she exits the office, slightly glad she wouldn't have to sit through another session.

-

You were currently in the parking lot of a local bar, sat on the curb as Abby and Morgan, tried to fix your car. After finishing off work quite early, Abby had persuaded you into joining she and the rest of the team for drinks, seeing as you still had 1 hour before you and Ellie’s session you’d agreed reluctantly. After a single gin and tonic (to avoid going over the limit) you packed your things and bid the crew goodbye, but once you got to your car you realised you'd be stuck in this parking lot way longer than you'd like. To ensure Ellie didn't waste her time waiting for you, you quickly plucked your phone out of your purse only to find that it had died.

"So what exactly is wrong with it?" You ask, coming up behind Abby and Morgan who are stationed in front of the car with the hood popped open.

"Nothing, we've checked everything from the engine to the battery and it all seems to be okay, I'm not sure why it won't start" says Morgan as he scratches his head in thought.

"I think it's a problem with your key, the battery in it is dead so you're going to need an entirely new key... or do you have a spare?" Abby asks as she turns around to face you.

"Yeah, but it's at home" you reply.

"Well without that spare key, this car is not moving" Abby says, making you groan. This couldn't have come at a less convenient time. Ellie was either fuming or worried, you were hoping for the latter.

-

After your failure to show at todays counselling session, Ellie picked Lila up from Joel’s and went straight home. By now Lila was fully better and her irritability and clinging had thankfully come to a stop. That didn't mean she dropped the sass. Ellie prompted to make dinner, so when you returned, whenever that was, the three of you could eat together but Lila had other plans.

"No momma, tea party!" She yelled from the kitchen floor as she tugged on her legs. If she weren't her child, Ellie would've been tempted to step on her.

"No, I have to make dinner" her voice stern and decided, leading the child to roll her eyes, a habit she had very recently become accustomed to.

"Mean momma" she angrily toddles out of the kitchen with her pink and gold embellished tea cup, causing her to sigh and return her attention to the dinner she was trying to make.

-

Just when you thought your evening couldn't have gotten any worse, rain began pouring heavily. Morgan and Abby encouraged you to leave your car here for the night and have one of them take you home. Abby being more than willing to take you home, one could even say she was quite adamant. You didn't want to be stuck in the rainfall waiting for Ellie to pick you up and the short sleeved blouse and pencil skirt you sported didn't help so you accepted her offer.

"I've turned the heater on, I can see that you're freezing" She says as her hand strokes your thigh, for a lone second. You immediately shift uncomfortably at her advance. She knew you were married, she had met your wife and kid and yet her flirting never stopped. You whispered a quiet, “thank you” and kept your attention on your lap, as you played with your wedding band.

"Here, have this it seems the heater isn't working in your favour" Abby smiles at you, while reaching for a coat that was splayed on one of her backseats. You accept the offering not wanting to freeze, as you sink further into the warmth of the heated chair.

"Thank you, I'm not usually affected this much by the cold" you reassure her as you look outside the car window, lost in the buzz of traffic and the street lights of the cities boulevards.

"Well that's one thing we have in common” She simply smiles ahead, her eyes focused on the road. The car falls silent and you spend the rest of the ride sat in gentle silence.

-

"Where's mommy?" Lila has returned to the kitchen after giving her mother the silent treatment, in search for her other mother.

"I don't know baby, she's running late isn't she?" Ellie reaches down to pick her up when she hears a knock at the door.

"Mommy?" She questions, looking at Ellie in search for answers.

"Well let's go see if it is mommy" she states as she makes her way over to the foyer to get the door.

-

The doors to your home open and you are met with Ellie, who is stood in her usual band tee and a pair of sweatpants, with Lila sat in her arms. The first thing she notices is your freezing state and the oversized coat that clings to your body.

"Y/n, what the fuck happened are you okay?" Ellie questions as she hikes Lila higher and looks at you worriedly. Lila waves at you sweetly and you return the action making her smile.

"I'm so sorry I missed todays session, our team went for a drink and then my car wouldn't start so Abby was kind enough to drop me home" you say as you wrap your arms around yourself, shivering.

"Don't worry about that, come in you're freezing" Ellie ushers you into the house and immediately reaches for her phone, adjusting the home’s controls to turn the heat up.

"So what happened to your car?" She asks as she leads you to the kitchen and starts the kettle.

"I'm not entirely sure, you know I don't know shit about cars, but Abby thinks my key battery died" She looks at you as she drops a teabag of chamomile and stirs a small spoon of sugar into a large embellished teacup.

"Yeah, that shit happens you'll need to carry around your spare from here on out, I was worried" she says, placing the cup of tea on the island and leaning down for a kiss.

"I know I'm sorry, here can you put my phone in charge I'm just going to let Abby in, she needed to use our bathroom" you say as you place your cup down and make your way back outside. Ellie rolls her eyes, not wanting to be in the presence of that woman who so clearly wanted you.

"Hungry!" Lila whines and Ellie decides it's time she reheat the dinner she so graciously prepared.

-

"Still need to take a leak?" You question Abby through her rolled down window, she smiles and nods so you lead her into the house.

"You have a nice home" she observes the foyer in all its glory, the glossy orange hue from the midway entries, large vintage light piece glowing through her blue orbs.

“Thank you” you say, as you lead her further into the home.

-

"Abby, evening" Ellie says as she stands behind the island, a pot of spaghetti in hand, Lila is sat on a bar stool, colouring a rather hideous drawing she had made.

"Evening Ellie, sorry for disrupting your dinner but I have to use the restroom" Ellie nods and focuses back on what you're assuming was spaghetti and meatballs, one of very few meals she knew how to make. You show Abby to the bathroom and return to the kitchen.

"Did you cook, dinner?" You ask, coming behind Ellie who was grating a generous amount of cheese onto the meal. You wrap your arms around her waist, peppering kisses onto her neck and back.

"Yes, you know you’re not the only one who knows how to cook around here” she smirks as she plates some of it, opting to give Lila a smaller portion as her appetite was not quite as big as the two of yours.

"Mmmmmm, it smells really good, best way to end the night" you smile as you nuzzle further into her.

"Well there are better ways to end the night" she smiles, looking down at you and you know where this is going.

"Don't be dirty minded" you playfully smack her arm and she laughs at you. "Hey, to be fair you thought it" you can't help but push her again and then look to your left where Abby has now entered the kitchen.

"Oh Abby, everything alright?" You question as she straightens her suit and walks over to you.

"Yeah, thank you for your restroom, I'll be leaving now" she smiles.

"You can stay for dinner" you blurt out, unsure of where the idea had come from. Ellie physically tenses up at your words and turns to you.

"She can, since when?" She says out loud and you roll your eyes at her bluntness.

"It's fine Y/n I wouldn't want to impose, plus my cat is probably due a feeding" she waves off dismissing your invitation.

"Well I suppose another time then" you smile apologetically at her, embarrassed by Ellie’s behaviour. Abby simply nods. You expect her to make her way to the door when once again she walks up to you, placing a kiss on your cheek. Your body freezes up and you turn to gauge Ellie’s reaction.

"I'll see you out" Ellie spits through her teeth and you have to suppress a groan at the obvious strap off the two of them were having.

-

"What are your intentions with my wife?" Ellie asks as she and Abby walk through the halls towards the front door.

"Nothing, I find y/n to be a good friend, you’re lucky to have her" Abby says, trying to make Ellie feel small, or at-least that's what Ellie felt she was attempting. As she towered over her, smirking.

"Good, I'm glad you know your boundaries, just remember that she’s my wife, she belongs to me" they've made it to the door and Abby steps out of the house, Ellie’s left leaning on the frame of the front door, gazing at her with fury.

"Goodnight Ellie, pass my regards to y/n and Lila"

"I will" Ellie lowly spits, she attempts to close the door when Abby suddenly calls her name once more making her halt.

"By the way, tell y/n she can keep my coat for as long as she pleases" Abby is now smirking, as she walks away in the rain, making her way over to her car. Ellie wasn't sure what she was feeling but she sure as hell was seeing red, she was going to kill that motherfucker.

-

"Mmmm" Lila exclaims each time you feed her a mouthful of the spaghetti. Ever since the awkward encounter between Abby and Ellie, the two of you hadn't spoken a word to one another. You were upset that she couldn't be civil with your colleague, but also couldn’t blame her as Abby couldn’t seem to keep her hands to herself. You however didn’t understand why Ellie was taking her anger out on you. It’s not like you were entertaining Abby’s advances.

"All done?" You question Lila and she nods, you pick her plate and yours up, place them in the dishwasher and pick up the messy child who was now covered in spaghetti sauce.

"Say Goodnight to momma" you tell her, as she was off to bed from here and you knew she took it very seriously whenever she didn't get to bid Ellie goodnight.

"G'night momma" she says as she leans down and places a kiss on Ellie’s cheek. She mutters goodnight to her daughter, placing a small kiss on her forehead and then proceeds to pack up the table.

After giving Lila a bath and settling the toddler in for the night, you head to your room, deciding it was about time you finally called it a day.

-

"I changed the sheets" Ellie mumbles as you enter the bed, fresh out the shower.

"Thanks" you mumble, as you reach into your bedside table to grab the book you were reading.

"Why did you have her coat on?" You hear her blurt abruptly as you are halfway through your page.

"What kind of question is that?" You now place the book on the side table and gaze at her.

"It's a question, now answer it"

"I know what your stupid question is insinuating Ellie, and I'm offended you would think that lowly of me" she shakes her head and sighs. Honestly you’d had a hell of a day, and weren’t in the mood for her accusations.

"This isn't about what I think of you, she fucking kisses you infront of me, she has no sense of boundaries. I don't trust her and I can tell from the way she acts around you that she wants to be more than friends and you're blind if you can't see that."

Her voice is calm and collected, she must've been utilising the tips Louise had given the two of you during your sessions, about settling conflicts.

"As my wife you should trust me enough to not worry when I'm in the company of those that you don't trust. To assume that I did anything with that woman is unfair and disrespectful" you counter.

"It's jus-"

"If we don't have trust we have nothing Ellie" tears begin to spill down your face and she can't help but feel guilty. You grab your book and phone and climb out of the bed, heading straight for the door.

"Y/n come back!" She urges, but you aren't hearing any of it and exit the room making your way to the guest room.

She felt like shit, she let her greed and selfishness push her into cheating. Not only was she doing that but she was pushing the paranoia she, herself manifested by her own cheating onto you. You didn't deserve this, any of this and she was running out of ways to make things better.

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Swooping, Sloping, Cursive Letters: 5

word count: 578

PLEASE READ THIS IS ME TRYING FIRST, AS THIS STORY RELIES HEAVILY UPON THE CONTEXT OF TIMT

October 3, 1987

Dear Will,

Why does loving you feel so wrong, yet so right? It seems like for every thought I have about you, another comes to bite me in the ass. I wish I could just think about you in peace without all of the shame. But at the same time, I know it isn’t normal for me to like you, to love you, to want you. I’m usually able to stop my mind from wandering into that territory, but there’s something about you that is making it more and more difficult for me to resist those thoughts from entering my head. I think the main culprit is your shoulders. Yes, I said it. I am attracted to your shoulders. Specifically when you wear your polo shirts that are a size or two too small and hug your upper body a little too tightly. Or when you steal my leather jacket and shove it on, and it accentuates your arms, rather than making them disappear like it does to mine. You’re so attractive, it’s actually crazy. I think my brain needs to catch up to my heart. Because my heart is thriving, but my brain is a killjoy.

On another (less horny) note, it feels amazing to have you back in school again. I meant it when I told you that Hawkins wasn’t the same without you. I wasn’t the same without you. But now I have you. As a friend, of course. Obviously. And that’s totally okay. Because now, walking through the hallways doesn’t feel so lonely. Now, when someone says something funny, I’m able to turn and see your reaction. Now, I can put effort into my English notes again, because someone never reads the assigned chapters. And now, I’m not going to fail art!

Speaking of, I might have run out of space in my binder of your art. So I had to run to Melvald’s to pick up another one. Your mom had so many questions, and I was a stuttering mess for literally no reason. I ended up telling her it was for an English project, which was a stupid idea, because I momentarily blanked and failed to remember that we’re in the same class. Your mom got all wound up like she usually does and sent me off with a second binder to drop off at your house on her behalf, because she didn’t know we had a “project” due. I was so embarrassed, standing in your doorway and watching your face morph from surprise to confusion, then to amusement. But seeing you laugh at my idiocy made it all the more worth it. And now you have a random binder in your possession that is definitely not for an English project. I hope you find some use for it.

When I got home, I started putting your newer drawings in the second binder, and kind of spent an hour staring at and analyzing them when I should have been doing homework. So your notes for the next few chapters of The Grapes of Wrath probably won’t be too detailed this time around… sorry. I can’t help that I’m completely obsessed with you. I should probably get to those notes, though, before I forget to take them altogether. Plus, we have plans to ride bikes to school early so we can work on our next campaign, and this overdramatic paladin needs his beauty rest.

I’ll see you tomorrow.

Love,

Mike

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WIP Wednesday

It's that time of the week! Now that I'm back from vacations I've been working on the next chapter of you're a walking disaster and yet-, which is very close to being finished (but augh, the heartbreak):

“So this is how it’s going to be now? You’ll just sit there by yourself and not talk to anybody?”

Patroclus glances up at Achilles, his humble lunch of bread and cheese forgotten in his hands. The sun blinds him and hurts his eyes. Achilles is glaring at him, arms folded before his chest. His eyes are hard and his jaw is set, a muscle playing at his temple. 

“Not anybody,” Patroclus says. “Just you.” 

“Well, too fucking bad, you’re talking to me right now. So just give up the act, okay? It isn’t funny anymore.”

Patroclus' anger flares hot. The fucking mouth on him. “Get out of my face, Achilles.” 

Achilles tsks, planting his feet even more firmly on the ground. “What did I even say to you, huh? What did I say? I just said—”

Patroclus doesn’t wait to hear the rest of it. He shoves his lunch back in his bag and gets up. Recess will be over soon anyway, he doesn’t have time for this pointless conversation. 

Achilles catches his arm. 

“Why are you being like this?” he asks, his voice hard, but Patroclus thinks he can detect a sharp and desperate edge there. “I told you I didn’t mean it like that. If you’d stayed for just one minute…” 

The words peter out into nothingness. When Patroclus doesn’t turn around to look at him, he lets out a shaky sigh. “Pat, come on,” he whispers. “Please.” 

This is the moment, Patroclus thinks. The moment to take the hair tie off his wrist and toss it at his feet, to trample it in the dust for good measure, to pay him back with the same coin. It would be so good if he could do that. It would only be fair. It would make him feel so much better about… all of this.  

The moment the thought crosses his mind, he knows it for the lie it is. He can’t do it. Can’t find it in his heart to cross that line. Maybe he’s just a coward deep down, soft and weak like his father always told him, but he doesn’t want to hurt Achilles, not even in retaliation. Whatever twisted fantasy he had of doing that tastes bitter now that he’s near him. Hurting him would only hurt Patroclus more. And deep down he knows that even though Achilles didn’t keep his promise, Patroclus is still so desperate to hold onto his own. So desperate for this, for him, that it shames him. 

“I have to go,” he mutters, before he can lose his nerve. He slips free of Achilles’ grasp and hurries back to the classroom, with minutes until the end of recess to spare. 

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Goes On Chapter Five

Pairing: Charlie Dalton x OC!FemReader

Warnings: 18+, depression, mentions of suicide, heavy topics, eventual smut, slow burn romance, fluff, gender themes/stereotypes.

Summary: Against his best efforts Charlie has to start at a new preparatory school after the tragic events that took place at Welton. The very events that led to the loss of his best friend and getting expelled in the first place. He has no plans to make friends let alone get close to anyone ever again. That is until he meets Evelyn and her interesting group of friends. No matter how hard he tries to push them away he finds it to be impossible. So he caves and in the end learns that life can still be enjoyable even if it feels like everyone is against you.

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“Bullshit” a voice mutters behind Evelyn in the hall. Normally over the bustling of other students the word would have never been heard but Evelyn picks up on it instantly, turning to find a flustered Charlie Dalton stomping down the hallway.

“Charlie, wait up!” she calls out and does not miss the way his shoulders lift up and down with a heavy sigh. She has no intentions of annoying him further but clearly she can’t help but figure out why he’s annoyed in the first place.

“I’m not really in the mood Ev” he mutters once she catches up to his side, yet based on the way he slows down so she doesn’t have to struggle to keep up with him says otherwise.

“I’m just worried, I’ve never seen you so frustrated before” Evelyn says with a heavy sincerity and Charlie sighs again before softening his eyes and looking at the girl.

“The dean called me down to the office today. Says I need to have at least two clubs or sports and since I’m so late in joining all they had left was pole vaulting and planning committee” his words shock Evelyn just slightly and Charlie seems just as annoyed as before now reminding himself of the situation.

“Well look at the bright side. You said you did rowing at your last school which means you have strong arms. Pole vaulting should be a breeze” then Evelyn surprises Charlie by reaching for his bicep and giving it a firm squeeze. It doesn’t go unnoticed by either of them how her hand could barely curl around the size of it. “See strong”

“I’m just not in the mood for a team sport” Charlie says, trying to brush away the feeling of Evelyn’s fingers on him.

“Don’t think of it as a team. I mean technically you’re doing the event by yourself. As for planning committee at least you’ll have me” and Evelyn’s words have him stopping in his tracks.

“You’re on planning committee?” this was worse, so much worse than Charlie had imagined. He already struggled to keep himself away from Evelyn and now he just had to see her all the time and try to stay away.

“Yes sir, actually the head of the committee. I’m kinda a control freak but at least I put it to good use” Evelyn says with a confident grin and Charlie struggles to not smile at her. She surprised him every single day.

“So now you get to boss me around, yeah this definitely isn’t going to work” he says starting to walk down the hallway again and Evelyn rolls her eyes, grabbing his arm again and pulling him back into step with her.

“I’m not going to boss you around, we just get to plans things together” she tells him with the shrug of her shoulders and Charlie nods before glancing at her.

“What kind of things?” he asks and Evelyn smiles a wide grin.

“Well for starters, this week we get to start planning the Valentines dance” Evelyn says and doesn’t expect the groan that reverberates from the boy beside her.

“Doll you are not helping this at all, red and pink candy hearts, teenage kids fawning over each other. I’ll pass” and as much as Evelyn wants to take offense to his words she can’t help by feel her body buzz over the name he just called her.

“I promise it won’t be bad, I’ll make it bearable even. Then next year I’ll remember to remind you when sign ups are for stuff you actually want to do” and Charlie’s exterior completely softens at the sweet words of the girl who is being completely genuine in wanting to help him.

“Thanks Ev, and I promise I won’t be a burden. I’m just still trying to get used to this whole new school thing” he tells her, a large hand coming to squeeze her shoulder and Evelyn can only grin.

“So you’ll plan the dance with me?” she asks with wide and hopeful eyes and Charlie can only sigh before caving.

“Yes, I’ll help you plan the dance” he agrees which has Evelyn squealing from excitement.

“I can’t wait, we’re meeting tonight at 6. See you then!” and just like that she’s pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek and scurrying down the hallway in excitement. Charlie just stands there, a bit shocked, and a red hue covering his face. Evelyn kissed him like she had done it thousands of times before when in actuality she never had.

“Careful there, gonna ruin your book” Marty says to Nate as they both witness this interaction in the hallway. Nate’s knuckles are white over the spine of his Biology textbook as he sees the girl he loves kiss Charlie on the cheek.

“I don’t care” Nate grumbles, annoyed and heartbroken. Mainly disappointed in himself for not taking his chance when he should have.

“Well you should, no use taking it out on the book when you can just go and get the girl” Marty says, confused why Nate never did make a move. It was easier for Marty though. He had never been rejected and also had been with Violet for the entirety of High School.

“It’s not that simple” Nate grumbles and Marty just chuckles.

“Whatever man, it just looks to me like you have to make a choice because you can’t be mad at her when you never tried” and Nate hates how right he is because it truly wasn’t fair. To be so indifferent to not only his best friend but his roommate who had truly done nothing wrong. So what if the guy wanted to keep to himself, that was his choice, and Nate’s disappointment in not having a new friend shouldn’t be taken out on him.

“Hey guys, any chance either of you do track in the spring? Specifically pole vaulting?” Charlie appears out of nowhere beside the two. Nate nearly jumps considering he was just thinking about him and the fact he initiated any conversation at all.

“I’m in track but I throw discus” Marty responds a soft shrug of his shoulders.

“I’m also in track but I run a few events. I’m not particular on launching myself in the air” Nate responds quickly and much to either of the boys surprise Charlie actually laughs.

“Yeah well neither am I. Maybe the dean has a death wish out for me” Charlie says once his laughter has calmed down and both Nate and Marty chuckle at this.

“Possibly but don’t worry too much. Thing about track is you don’t actually have to be good at it and I do have a buddy who pole vaults. He could give you a few tips” Marty tells him as he gives his shoulder a squeeze and Charlie nods.

“Perfect, as long as he is willing to work around planning committee” neither of the boys miss the sarcasm that comes from Charlie but Nate doesn’t have time to focus on it because he knows exactly who runs planning committee and now he regrets not joining when she asked.

“Oh he will, no one is willing to face the wrath of Evelyn. Especially when she’s planning something important” Marty says and Charlie laughs again which earns him a wide smile because the boy is finally socializing with them.

“Does the Valentine’s dance fall under important?” Charlie asks and both boys nod quickly.

“That is probably number one. The holiday alone is important to Evelyn” Nate says and it finally dawns on him. Charlie may be planning the dance with Evelyn but Nate could at least ask her to it. Thing was, how do you ask the girl you’ve been friends with for years to be your date to the most romantic dance on campus?

“Well shit” Charlie mutters and the boys laugh again.

“I better get to biology” Nate finally says, noticing how the hallways had slowly cleared out. He shows both boys the textbook he was strangling not that long ago.

“Yeah, little Nate here can’t blow his perfect attendance record” Marty says with a slap to his back and he quickly rolls his eyes.

“You tease but who’s the one who helps you with Trig” Nate says and Marty rolls his eyes which has Nate laughing as he starts off and down the hallway. Leaving the two boys to talk alone.

He knew one thing. Getting upset would be useless and it was finally time to take action and put himself out there. After all, what was the worst that could happen?

“Guess who just joined planning committee?” Evelyn says with a chesire cat grin as she slides into her seat beside Violet and Laurie. Both girls tune into her instantly, desperate for gossip after a long day of classes.

“Who?” Laurie is the first to bite, blonde hair perfectly curled and falling in her face the closer she leans towards her friend.

“Charlie” the girl lightly squealed and instantly shocked faces are painted across both the girls faces.

“So you’re telling us Mr. Unsociable not only joined a club but your club?” Violet says, just as surprised as the rest of the group.

“He had too, the Dean said he needed at least two sports or clubs and since mostly everything is taken he got put in mine” and neither of the girls miss the dreamy look on her face. Evelyn already liked Charlie more than she even knew and as much as they were happy for her, they both knew exactly who it would kill.

“What else did he get?” Laurie asks curiously, never really knowing there was a rule in place for taken outside class activities.

“Pole vaulting. He seems pretty disappointed but my afternoon wouldn’t be entirely wrecked if I got to see that” Evelyn says that has the two girls giggling at her and her openness. Evelyn never kept anything to herself and having such an outspoken best friend had its entertainment.

“Only you could romanticize pole vaulting” Violet says with the roll of her eyes and Evelyn quickly scoffs.

“Romanticize? I’m just excited to watch those biceps strain as he literally launches himself in the air. I bet he looks sexy all sweaty and in his track uniform. I hope it has no sleeves” and as she says it Evelyn realizes very quickly that romanticizing is exactly what she’s doing.

“Shit, I am romanticizing. Whatever, I felt his biceps I have every right too” and both the girls laugh.

“So what’s the goal here?” Laurie asks, already backing off Charlie the minute she realized her brunette friend who never had crushes on anyone finally did.

“I don’t know. Get him to open up, get to know him. We’re planning the dance together, maybe he’ll ask me” Evelyn shrugs, opening her textbook unaware of the soft smile on her face.

“If he doesn’t ask you Ev, he’s crazy” Violet says and Evelyn smiles widely. She knew deep inside there was a confident and cool Charlie. One who wasn’t afraid to flirt with her and she was going to find a way to bring him out. One way or another. Maybe in the process get to kiss the shit out of him too.

“I guess we’ll just have to wait and see” she grins and both girls laugh at their friend’s antics. As much as they were hopeful for her they also were saddened for their other friend. The only thing the group could do was hope and pray that the new kid didn’t destroy their friend group entirely especially since he had been actively avoiding them the whole time. Clearly Charlie held burdens they could never understand and they didn’t need to give him something new to carry.

Both girls watch as Evelyn grins at the boy the minute he enters class and goes to sit in the very seat Evelyn saw him in the first time. Charlie smiles back if only briefly before slumping in his chair and Violet and Laurie share a look because even if Charlie denied it he clearly liked Evelyn too. After all he had no reason not to, even if he avoided everyone around him. A pretty girl was a pretty girl but that girl just so happened to be Evelyn too. She was the kind of girl that turned heads, the kind of girl that had it all. The personality to match her looks and a confidence that matched the one hiding underneath Charlie’s surface. It was only a matter of when Evelyn would finally get it to come out. When it did, there was no doubt of how good they’d be together.

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Prove Me Wrong

Chapter 15: Friends Don't Lie

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Summary: After days of not talking, Jess figures she should apologize.

Word Count: 4.4K

Warnings: Cursing, angst for sure, I think that's it? As always, if I missed anything, please let me know

Author's Note: I missed you guys :') I definitely feel out of practice so if this is shit I'm so so sorry

It had been days since Christmas Eve, and Billy had yet to come around the house. There were no taps on her window at night, no knocks on her door during the day. She hated how her room didn’t feel like hers anymore without Billy being there. She hated the way his absence made her feel. Only about a month ago, his not being here would have been welcomed. Jess would eagerly finish their shared assignment alone, hoping that Hargrove would stay away for the remainder of the break. But now? Now she was used to waking up with the blond boy sleeping on the floor by the foot of the bed. She was used to him griping about the movies she would put on, or about having to read a book he would never touch again. The thought of Billy made her reach slightly below her collarbone and fiddle with the necklace he had gotten for her for Christmas, reaching for the note that she now kept in her nightstand.  

Before you say anything 

yeah, I know the stupid horse isn’t in the book. 

It should be. 

But I saw this and thought of you anyway. 

Thanks for reading to me like a child

Merry Christmas Princess

-Billy

Jess sighed while rereading the note, remembering the argument they had over whether the Trojan Horse was in The Iliad or not. They were lying in her bed, as they had every night for a week before Christmas Eve. Billy had been throwing one of Jess’s stuffed bears up in the air like a basketball, catching it at his chest before passing it back to the imaginary person on the ceiling. 

“So when is that big ass horse in the book?” 

“Huh?” The question made Jess prop herself up on her elbow to look over at Billy. 

“You know. That thing they hide in to get into the city.”

“You know about the Trojan Horse?” 

Jess’s surprised tone caused Billy to pause his game of one-person catch, twiddling with the bear’s ear. “Jesus. How long is it gonna take for you to realize I’m not an actual idiot?” 

“I don’t think you’re an idiot! I’m just… it’s just cool you know about it,” Jess defends, giggling at the end. 

“So when is it in?” Billy threw the bear back up in the air again, a little too hard this time, causing it to bounce off the ceiling and back down aggressively toward Billy’s head, which he quickly dodged, catching it with his right hand. 

“It’s actually not.” 

“Bullshit.” He pauses tossing the bear up in the air again, propping himself up just as Jess had to look at her properly. 

“I’m serious. The book doesn’t make it to the end of the war.” 

“Then how the hell does everyone know about it?” 

Jess shrugs as much as she can with her free shoulder. “It’s in the next one I think.”

“The next what? Book?” 

Jess nods at his question, smiling at him as she raises her eyebrows. “Jesus. There’s another goddamn book?” His question made Jess laugh harder than she had earlier, leading to Billy feigning annoyance, rolling his eyes while giving her a lopsided smile. “Well, it should be in the fucking book we’re reading. That’d be badass.” 

“Why don’t you just read the other one after? It’s called The Odyssey. I have it here somew-“

“Fuck no! I’m barely getting through this one!”

Jess pushed her head farther back into her pillow, tossing the note back into its home, her other hand running over the golden horse that was attached to its matching, dainty chain. She had been wearing it since the night Billy handed her the small, wrapped package, and had only taken it off to shower and sleep, placing it atop Billy’s handwritten note anytime she did. She, however, made it a point to tuck the small horse away under the top she would wear, not wanting her parents to question her about her new gift. And when she saw Steve Harrington’s car pull up in her driveway yesterday afternoon, she hurriedly threw on the first turtleneck she could find, shamefully realizing at that moment this was why Billy Hargrove was mad at her in the first place. 

Jess looked over to the right side of the bed, Billy’s side. Even if he never actually slept there through the night, she slowly realized how she was now leaving room for someone on that side, no longer sleeping closer to the middle as she used to. She groaned as she lifted herself from where she was. Looking at herself in the mirror, she made sure that this time, the necklace was now untucked from her sweater and admired it for a moment before retreating downstairs to the kitchen. 

She was greeted by her mother, who was organizing the pantry with what she just brought home from the store a few moments ago. “Morning, hun.”

“Morning, Mom.” It was in fact no longer morning, but instead a little after one in the afternoon. By this time, Jess would have been up and about, either doing homework with Billy, or out with him getting lunch at Big Al’s, or maybe even out with Steve as they drove passed the new mall that was being developed. Jess and Billy drove by that mall all the time too, him joking about how it was going to be “super lame” because “which stores would actually want to develop here?” 

Instead, however, she had been in her room moping all morning, too stubborn to speak with him first, but coming to the realization that Billy was much more stubborn than she was. She and Steve barely ever fought, and even if they did, he was always the first to break the silence, coming to her first with an apology. Steve and her also never went days without talking like this. 

When Jess made her way passed her mother to the refrigerator, Mrs. Logan took notice of the necklace around her daughter’s neck. “Oh, that’s pretty. Is it new?” Mrs. Logan asked, now rotating the flour from the top shelf. 

“Uh, yeah…” Jess paused for a moment, retrieving 3 cranberry muffins from the fridge, and closing the door once they were secure in her hands. She hesitated for a moment more, looking down at what she could see of the necklace, and then looked back at her mother. “… Billy gave it to me for Christmas…” 

This made her mother pause what she was doing, her hands leaving the sack of flour so that her body could turn to face Jess more directly, being sure to look at the necklace once more.  “Well, it’s very pretty,” Beverly said with a knowing smile, causing Jess to shake her head, realizing this was the exact reason why she had been hiding the necklace away in the first place. “You know, I haven’t seen him around for a few days, which is… strange…” Beverly continued, “Everything alright?” 

“Yes, Mom. It’s not like he has to be here every single minute. And one of those days happened to be Christmas. So,” Jess snapped back.

“Okaaaaay. I’m just saying, he’s been here a lot recently…” She continued to give her daughter the same smile. 

“Mom. Please stop.”

“What? I’m just saying. He seems to enjoy being around here. That’s all.” 

“Steve’s here all the time too, Mom.” 

“Yes, that’s true…” She went back to fixing the flour. “But Steve got you that sweater for Christmas, hun, not a piece of jewelry.” 

Jess huffed at her mother’s quick response. “I should probably go.” 

“To Billy’s?”

“Mom.” 

Mrs. Logan only chuckled at her annoyed tone. “Really quick, there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you. Steve and Billy, they’re not exactly friends, are they?” 

“Yeah… not exactly.” Jess leaned against the counter across from her mother, placing all three muffins down and twirling around one of them, the bottom of the lining circling the granite. 

“Your father and I could tell. Dinner was… interesting to say the least.” 

Jess snorted at her mother’s description. “I told you not to invite them.” 

As if reading her daughter’s mind, she again stopped what she was doing, and moved closer to Jess, pausing in front of her for a moment before continuing. “You know, you can be friends with both of them. Steve’s a good boy. He cares about you. He’ll understand.” 

“It’s not exactly that simple…” 

“And why not?” 

“Well…” Jess stopped spinning the muffin around and sighed, looking from the counter to her mother. “They kind of… got into a fight not too long ago. Like November…” 

“Oh… like. A fight fight?” Jess only nodded. “How’d Steve do?” 

“You remember that time him and Joyce’s son got into a fight?”

“Ah. So not very good.” 

“Nope.” 

“Well, sweetheart, Steve’s your friend, but you don’t always have to do what you think he wants. You are allowed to have other friends. Billy’s a good boy too. Who knows, maybe you’ll be the reason they become cordial.” 

“Yeah. Right,” Jess laughs out sarcastically but quickly stops. “Mom?” 

“Yeah, hun?” 

“You don’t think Steve’ll hate me?” 

“I think you two have been through too much together for him to hate you.” 

If she only knew how true that was. Jess pondered it for a moment, nodding her head slowly at the possibilities of how Steve could react to the news of her actually enjoying Billy Hargrove. There were a few options. One, and highly unlikely, Jess would tell Steve the truth and Steve would automatically accept it, not caring that she was now spending her nights with the dude who would have loved nothing more than to beat his face in a little over a month ago. Option two, which her mother was most likely banking on, would be that he would feel a little put out and would need a bit to process it, but ultimately accept her decision and would move forward. And then there was option three, the option Jess dreaded, the option that she was sure would have happened until now, Steve refusing to talk to Jess again. 

However, her mom was right. Steve was her best friend. She was the one who stayed with him through his relationship with Nancy, and their breakup. Hell, they’ve fought demi dogs together with a bunch of children. He wouldn’t just drop her for not seeing eye to eye with him, would he? 

Jess grabbed the muffins from the counter, finding a new surge of motivation. “Thanks, Mom.” 

“Of course.” 

“I should uh, I should probably get going…”

“To Billy’s?” 

“Yes, Mom, to Billy’s.”

“Well tell him I said hi.” 

Jess promised that she would and headed toward the door, grabbing her jacket as she exited her house. It wasn’t as cold as it had normally been, but it was still cold enough for her to want to hurry and hand the muffins off so she could be able to put on her jacket. She made the short walk over to Hargrove’s/Mayfield’s home, seeing Billy’s blue Camaro being the only car in the driveway.

At least he’s home.

Jess hesitated at the door for a moment, wondering whether this was a good idea. It had only really been two days since Christmas, maybe he just needed a little more time. Maybe he wasn’t actually mad and apologizing would just make her look stupid. Maybe he doesn’t want to see her, or he’s busy, or-

“MAX! If you want me to drop you off at that damn arcade with your freak friends, then hurry up!” Billy opened the door as he yelled the last part, practically screaming in Jess’s face before he turned around and realized there was someone at the door. They both paused, not yet saying anything, both staring the other down. However, Billy’s expression differed from Jess’s. While Billy attempted not to show any emotion whatsoever, his face as still as stone, Jess looked as if she was a deer caught in headlights. Billy was the first to break the silence, walking passed Jess to get to his car, practically bumping her out of the way. “If you’re wanting to finish up the project, it’s gonna have to wait. I’m busy.” 

Jess’s shoulders deflated. So he was mad. “That’s… that’s not why I’m here.” Her confession caused Billy to pause at his car door, both his hands placed on the roof while he hung his head slightly. 

“Then what?”

“I, umm…” Jess moved to where he was, standing by the hood of his car. “I brought you some muffins… you’re favorite…” 

Billy took one of the cranberry orange muffins handed to him and took a small bite. “My favorite’s actually the blueberry ones,” he deadpanned, not returning eye contact. 

“Oh… I just thought. You always asked for these ones. So. Nevermind. Sorry.” 

“So you just here to drop these off then?” He finally looked at her again and watched the way her gaze dropped to the concrete driveway as she shook her head in response. His gaze then traveled down to where the necklace sat against her sweater, causing him to clench his jaw to keep from smiling. 

“Billy, I-“

“I get it, Jess. Okay? I do.”

“Then why are you upset?” Billy sighed, throwing his head up to where he was looking at the sky then back down to where his eyes were now meeting hers. He knew exactly why. He knew how much he hated how he couldn’t walk the halls with her without the both of them looking around to see who was watching. He hated how quickly she would separate herself from him when she saw Steve coming her way, how he could spend every night with Jess and it still wouldn’t be enough for him to have a chance of staying in her life after this shared assignment was over. 

“Jess. I just thought-“ 

“Hey!” Max had finally exited the house and closed their front door, running over to Jess and hugging her. “Oh, thanks.” She took one of the muffins Jess had in her hand, turning away to enter the other side of the car.  

Jess handed the third to Billy and turned to face her own home. “I can… I can come back when you’re not so busy. I’ll-“

“Max, get in the back.” 

“No really, Billy, I don’t want to-“ 

“Get in the car, Jess.” 

Max did as she was told, climbing over the middle console as she normally did when Jess was tagging along. Jess then sat in the seat beside Billy, who was already starting his car. Once her door was closed, Billy peeled out of his driveway and sped toward the end of their street, turning without much of a stop at their street’s stop sign. They had arrived in front of the Palace Arcade even quicker than he’s accomplished before, possibly due to the tension in the car. Once they got close to the entrance, Billy stomped on his brakes, causing Jess to lurch forward.

“Alright, shitbird-“ 

“I know, I know. I have an hour.” 

Max began to climb through the middle before Billy stopped her, looking at Jess intently before he decided, “You can make it three.” Max’s face lit up, scrambling to get out of the car before he changed his mind. “But hey! I want you out here when I come get you!” Max nodded, slamming the door before Billy even finished his sentence. 

Jess sat there, making herself as small as she could, now feeling the awkwardness of having just them two in the car. It normally wouldn’t have felt this way; she typically liked it when it was just them two. Now, however, she wasn’t exactly sure where she stood with him. Jess began fiddling with the charm on her necklace, causing Billy to look over at her and decide to park in the arcade parking lot. 

“What are we doing?”  Jess looked around, slightly confused. “We’re not sitting here for three hours… are we?” 

He continued to watch the way she grabbed at her necklace, which was something new for her, as he’s never actually seen her wear one before. “No. Just. Thought you wanted to talk.” He looked down at her necklace again, realizing she wasn’t planning on saying anything anytime soon, so he decided to ease the pressure. “Cute necklace.” 

Jess smiled sheepishly at his joke. “Yeah? Some asshole gave it to me as a Christmas present.” 

“Is that so?” Billy chuckled a bit at her comeback, looking out her window before turning his attention back on her. “Well, that asshole has great taste.” When he earned a laugh from her, he looked down at her sweater, something else she had on that was new. “You get this for Christmas too?” He grabbed the bottom of it gently and rubbed it in between his fingers, just as he did with the sleeve of her dress Christmas Eve, making Jess’s stomach erupt. 

“Yeah. Yeah, it was. Steve actually got it for me.” 

Billy quickly removed his hand from the sweater and shifted in his seat, pushing his head into the headrest. “Fuckin’ Steve.” 

“What?”

“You couldn’t have come see me with another damn sweater on?”  He teased, though only slightly, as he was also somewhat serious. It was ironic to him that the first time he was seeing his present for her on, it was accompanied by something Harrington got for her, and that didn’t necessarily sit right with him, though he knew he had no right to think that way. 

“See, this is exactly why I don’t tell Steve about anything. Because you two absolutely hate each other! You can’t even stand that I’m in a sweater he simply got me for Christmas.” 

“Listen, alright, I’m sorry for freaking out Christmas Eve. But Jesus. I’ve been hanging out with you non-stop for weeks now, Jess. Isn’t he gonna find out eventually?” 

Jess didn’t know how to respond. As always, he was right, even if she wished he wasn’t. “I just want him to find out on my terms, Billy. That’s all.” 

“And what exactly are those terms? You gonna tell him after you ditch me once our project is done like you’ve been promising him you’d do? Huh?”

“Billy, what…”

“I heard you that day after practice, Jess, okay?” 

“And what about you? You don’t-” 

“Yeah, well, the difference between you and me is I don’t mean the shit I say to them. You fucking do.” Billy began running his fingers through his hair in frustration, slightly messing up the curls that he seemed to have worked hard on this morning. 

“I didn’t realize you cared what I say to Steve…” 

“I do when it’s true.” The left corner of his mouth ticked downward as he cleared his throat. He then turned away from her, looking out his front window, which was now faced at the brick wall of the arcade. He scrunched his nose in irritation as he had yet to hear a response from Jess. “Be straight with me, Logan, after this project, we goin’ back to how shit was before?” 

“I…” Jess paused, looking down at her lap, and then followed Billy’s gaze to the windowed brick wall right in front of them, being able to find Max and Lucas standing at a machine by themselves, laughing, while the other three boys and El were huddled around another machine. She had been watching them for too long, as Billy sighed, slamming his head back into his headrest. 

“Really wish I would have known that before all this shit.”

“Wait… Billy…” Her attention quickly snapped back to him, who was now looking everywhere but at her. 

“Jess. I don’t care. Just would have been fucking nice to know.” His demeanor, however, betrayed his words. He was clenching his jaw again, as he did when she first saw him this afternoon, but he was now blinking rapidly, looking around the parking lot once more before he opened his door to get out of the car. Without a word, he slammed the door shut. Jess watched as he reached into his coat pocket, pulled out his pack of reds and placed on in between his lips. At this moment, Jess decided to follow him out, rounding the front of the car to the driver’s side. 

“Fucking piece of shit.” Billy was now aggressively raking his finger across the starter of the lighter, failing each time to get it to light. He groaned as he realized he might not get it to work, but continued to try, looking over to see Jess had joined him outside. “What.”

“I didn’t mean it.” 

“What’re you talking about?” Billy looked down at his lighter, which finally decided to spark, and brought it up to his cigarette before letting it go and putting it back into his pocket. He took a long drag from it before Jess spoke up again. 

“What I said to Steve, everything I’ve said to Steve. I don’t mean it.” Billy shot his head in Jess’s direction, his eyes fixated on hers, seeing if they held any insincerity. He stood there a moment, letting his red continue to burn at his side, and when the ash began to grow, he finally broke eye contact, flicking the butt of his cigarette, and letting the collection of ash drop on his boot. 

“What happened to ‘friends don’t lie’?” 

“Well, I’ve been a pretty shit friend lately…” Her voice shook faintly.

Billy’s gaze left the ash still on his foot and returned to Jess, his eyes holding a softness she was not yet used to. “No you haven’t.” He gave her a sympathetic smile, which she briskly returned, and opened his right arm for her, still holding his Marlboro in his other hand. In two quick steps, she closed the gap between them, wrapping both arms around his waist while Billy’s free arm pulled her in. She normally would have looked behind her, through the window, to ensure none of the six teenagers she knew would have seen them. She would have made the hug short if she even went in for it at all. 

But all that is what caused this in the first place. 

“I’m really sorry…” 

Billy clicked the roof of his mouth with his tongue, pulling her away only so he could look at her better. “I get it. Look. You don’t have to tell Harrington. That’s not what… Just… It’d be cool if I still got to hang with you even if we’re not doing homework together anymore.”

“I mean, to be fair, I’ll still probably need you for pre-calc. You know, considering you’re a math whizz and all.” Jess beamed up at him, causing Billy to roll his eyes playfully. 

“Oh yeah? And what about summer? Still gonna need me?” He looked down at her the same way that always made her wordless, his eyes starting at her own, slowly regarding each of her characteristics as he made his way down to her lips, occasionally stopping on a certain feature of hers, squinting ever so slightly as if to dial in and appreciate it even more than he already had before. She couldn’t continue to watch him and turned away, hoping she did so just in time before her blush became evident. 

“I think so.” 

Billy smirked in response, reaching down to hold the gold horse in between his thumb and index finger. “Gold’s your color.” 

“Yeah, well, like you said, the guy who got it for me has great taste.”

“Yeah, he does.” But even though he continued to hold on to the charm, he was no longer looking at it. Instead, he was again looking at her. She furrowed her eyebrows as he continued to stare into her, not sure if she understood what he meant. As her mind began to wander, Jess felt a slight shiver run down her back, which Billy mistook for her being cold. 

“Get in the car, gorgeous.” Though he had only a puff from his red, he threw it down on the asphalt and snuffed it with the ball of his boot. Jess moved to the other side of the car, opening the passenger door and climbing into the cockpit, with Billy moving in next to her shortly afterward. 

“So where are we going?” 

Billy looked over at her and down at her necklace again, grinning to himself for only a moment. “Wherever you want.” 

“Oh, can we uh. Can you teach me how to drive again? If we have the time?” Jess asked, looking at Billy hopefully. 

“Oh Jesus,” Billy groaned, smiling a bit while he looked out his front window, nodding to himself. He threw his car in reverse and reached his right arm across Jess’s headrest, backing out of the parking spot with ease. “Whatever you want.” 

Jess bounced in her seat excitedly, causing Billy to chuckle, muttering, “Don’t make me regret this, Logan.” As they continued to drive to the abandoned space she had practiced in before, Jess was unable to look anywhere but at Billy Hargrove, who was now drumming his steering wheel with the music, completely unaware that the girl next to him was imagining how his hand would feel on her lap while he drove with his other, or maybe he would rather hold her hand in his. She imagined what it would be like to park on the side of the road, or her driveway, or a parking lot, and watch him lean over the middle console, feel his hand at the base of her neck pulling her in, and have his lips on hers. She imagined what it would be like to wake up with Billy in her room with her, and instead of him being on the floor, he had her pulled in next to him in the comfort of her bed. 

“What’re you thinking about?” Billy caught Jess’s gaze, noticing the way her pupils stayed dilated before he’d brought her back to reality with his question. He continued to stare at her curiously, only shifting his eyes away to look at the road briefly. 

Jess shook the thoughts away as she finally looked away from him. “Nothing. Just zoned out I guess.” 

“What happened to ‘friends don’t lie’?”

Yeah. Well. They’re not supposed to make you feel like this, either.

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Finding Home (8)

Pairing: Bucky x reader (Beefy!Animal Rescue Bucky)

Word Count: 2,665

Summary: The adoption event is approaching and you’re spending more and more time with Bucky which makes being apart even harder. 

Author’s Note: Hey everyone! Thank you so much for sticking with me on this journey! I’m planning on two more chapters after this! I’m in love with our Bucky, he’s so soft and sweet and beautiful! Hope you enjoy! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by my sweet @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy!🥰

Warnings: Lots of sweet and soft and fun fluff, implied sexy times, cat and dog cuddles and cuteness, Bucky is a bit nervous over the adoption event :) 

Finding Home Masterlist

“Soooooooo?” Nat asks before she falls flat on your bed with a bounce.

You sit down next to her, catching your bottom lip between your teeth before you let out a squeal.

“Oh my god, he’s a dream! He made me breakfast…and it was so good…we took care of the kittens, laughed, did yoga and he’s such a cuddler.”

You sigh contentedly when you finish your excited ramble and look down at Nat.

Her perfectly shaped eyebrows are raised to her hairline and she’s smirking.

“What?” you ask, narrowing your eyes.

“And the sex….?”

You fall down next to her, slowly rolling until you’re facing her.

“We didn’t have sex yet,” you admit. “But we did everything else and it was just….it was, sooooo amazing.”

She nudges you with her foot, her smile growing and her eyes glowing mischievously.

“And why is that? I want details!”  

The rest of the afternoon flies by as you unpack, do laundry and fill Nat in on as many sexy details as you’re willing to share.

“Is it bad that I miss him already?” you question as you and Nat decide on what to order for dinner.

“No. That just means you like him. A lot,” she answers.

Before you can agree your phone dings and Bucky’s name appears on the screen.

“That’s him, isn’t it?” Nat asks. “Your whole face lit up.”

“It’s him,” you say dreamily.

Your fingers fly over the screen and your smile widens.

“He wants to have another sleepover this weekend!.... And he said he’ll come here if I want…”

You look up from your phone.

“His place is bigger and Alpine would probably be more comfortable there but I want him here,” you tell Nat.

“I’m sure Alpine will be fine,” Nat assures you.

With a giggle you text Bucky back and set up your weekend plans.

You spend the whole week helping Bucky and Sam prepare for the adoption event. The renovations have made the space more open and accessible and you’ve spent the time cleaning, organizing and decorating.

“I’m so excited for tomorrow!” you exclaim as you fill the small business card holder at the counter.

Sam looks over at you with a warm smile while he adjusts the flap on the doggy door to the back room and Alpine is curled up and fast asleep in the hood of Bucky’s hoodie as he finishes putting together the newest cat climber by the window.

Bucky blows you a kiss. “Thanks for all your help doll. It’s been amazing.”

Sam echoes the sentiment and walks over to throw his arm around your shoulder.

“And thanks for keeping this guy smiling,” he adds, looking to Bucky. “I’ve never seen him so happy.”

You hold Bucky’s gaze while giving Sam a squeeze, your smile saying it all.

“Are you nervous?” you ask Bucky as you pack up to leave the shelter for the night.

“Is it that obvious?” he laughs, carefully placing the kittens back in their pen.

“No! No not at all, you’re fine! But I know this is the first big event so…you know.”

“I’m more excited than nervous but I can’t help and worry it will all crash and burn,” he admits quietly.

You walk over and wrap your arms around his middle, resting your cheek on his chest.

“Whatever happens you and Sam will figure it out and I’ll help too.”

He kisses the top of your head and pulls you more tightly to him.

“Can we start our sleepover early?” he whispers and you feel him tense up to wait for your answer.

“I’d love to do that,” you say as you lift your face to look at him. “I have to get up early to get to work tomorrow but as long as you don’t mind that…”

“Not at all,” Bucky says. “Thank you doll face.”

You wake to your phone alarm, the light ringing pulling you from the warmth and comfort of Bucky’s arms. He mumbles something in his half sleep state and tugs you back into his chest.

“Bucky,” you giggle softly. “I have to get ready.”

“Mm, five more minutes,” he murmurs, tucking you under his chin and running his metal fingers over your curves.

He’s naked other than his boxer briefs and you’re in nothing but his tee shirt. His fingers slip under the hem of the shirt, sliding higher until he cups your breast and softly massages it.

“Bucky,” you breathe out. “I can’t be late. I have to shower.”

His hips roll against you, the outline of his hardness pressing into your back and making you wiggle your ass.

“I’m gonna join you,” he whispers, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “Promise I won’t make you late.”

You can feel his smile and before you can protest he scoops you up and into his arms, carrying you into the bathroom.

When you walk into work it’s later than you usually arrive but you’re still on time and your coworker immediately slides her chair over to your desk.

“What’s up with you today?” she asks with a smile. “You never get here this close to start time.”

You clear your throat and plop down into your chair, trying not to smile.

“Just took my time this morning,” you answer with a shrug.

She hums as she looks you over, clearly not satisfied with your response.

“Uh huh,” she says with disbelief. “It’s that new guy you’re seeing isn’t it?”

You whirl around and pin her with a look. “No…I mean what does he have to do with anything?”

“You’re glowing,” she states as if that explains everything.

Bucky and Sam have been at Shelter to Soldier all morning finalizing everything and you leave work early to get there in time for the adoption event. When you walk in and look around you get emotional, spotting Sam behind the counter.

“We’re ready,” Sam says with an exhale.

“Sam,” you say quietly. “It’s perfect!”

“Let’s hope we get all these guys adopted!” Sam chimes.

You nod. “Where’s Bucky?”

Sam looks over at the computer screen and smiles. “He’s in the back with Alpine and Winter.”

You rush over and around the counter, looking at the security camera image on the screen. Sam and Bucky decided to install cameras in the back room where the animals stay so they can always keep an eye on them.

Bucky is seated on the floor with Alpine cradled in his metal arm and Winter is sitting between his spread legs. The cat is upside down and swatting at Bucky’s hair and Winter is shoving his nose against Bucky’s face as he pets him.

“Look at them,” you whisper.

“I wish he would just adopt that dog already,” Sam says.

“Winter loves him so much,” you sigh.

Sam’s quiet for a moment and you look up to find him watching you.

“What?” you ask.

“Nothing,” Sam answers, smiling softly. “But you’re gonna wanna see this.”

Sam leans closer to the computer and presses a button on the mouse before he says, “your girl is here Barnes. It’s go time.”

Bucky’s head whips up and his face breaks out into the biggest smile. He gets up from the floor, kisses Winter on the head and gently places Alpine down.

Alpine paws at his legs and Bucky looks down at him.

“Come on buddy. Our favorite person is here,” he says to Alpine. Then he looks to Winter. “Guess who’s here Winter?”

The dog’s tail starts wagging faster and faster and Alpine is already headed for the door.

“You’ve got a whole fan club,” Sam teases lightly.

“I love them,” you giggle as you wind around the counter to greet the three of them.

You run into Bucky’s waiting arms.

“I missed you,” he whispers.

When you meet his eyes he notices your surprised expression and his face fills with worry.

“Too much?” he asks with a frown.

“NO!” you say, far too loudly. “It’s just…exactly what I’ve been thinking all week,” you admit with a smile.

He cups your face and brushes his thumb across your cheek.

“Thankfully, we’ve got the whole weekend together.”

“Am I really your favorite?” you ask.

His brows draw together with thought but then his eyes widen in realization before crinkling at the edges.

“You were watching the security cameras,” he states knowingly.

“It’s Sam’s fault,” you laugh.

“Of course, it is,” Bucky says. “And yes. You are…just don’t tell Alpine.”

He whispers the last words just as Alpine meows loudly and rubs between your legs.

You give Bucky a quick kiss and lean down to pick up the cat.

“I missed you too,” you coo as you scratch behind his ear.

Winter lets out a shrill bark and uses his one front paw to get your attention.

“Aw don’t worry Winter; I love you too.”

You stay with Alpine and Winter as long as you can before you need to start moving the kittens and puppies to the front so people can visit with them.

“I wish we could just take them all home,” you say with a pout.

“I know, me too,” Bucky says. “I hope they all find homes today.”

The door dings and the first people come in. It’s a mom and her young son. Sam greets them at the door and starts to show them around. Bucky stays close to your side, rubbing his palms along his jeans and shifting on his feet.

You take his hand in yours and give it a reassuring squeeze.

The mom and son start make their way over to see the kittens but Winter bounds toward them and starts giving the little boy kisses, nearly knocking him over.

Bucky gives you a resolved look and then jogs over to get Winter and apologize.

“Sorry about him,” Bucky says quickly, instructing Winter to heel.

“That’s ok!” the boy shouts excitedly. “I love him!”

Bucky smiles and introduces himself and the dog and tells them Winter’s story.

“Mom! Look, he’s missing a leg!” the boy says. “I wish we could adopt him.”

The boy’s eyes brighten with tears and he looks up at Bucky.

“My dad is allergic to dogs so we have to get a cat, but this dog is just like me.”

The mom starts to explain but the boy, grabs her shirt to stop her and lifts his pant leg, exposing his prosthetic leg. When he brings his eyes back to Bucky he gives him a small smile, seeing nothing but admiration and understanding in Bucky’s eyes.

“Wanna know a secret?” Bucky asks quietly, grinning when the boy nods his head vigorously.

Bucky pulls the glove off his left hand and rolls up his sleeve, turning his metal arm around.

“WOW! You too?” the boy says in awe.

Bucky chats with the little boy for a few more minutes, learning his name and age, all about his school and what his favorite hobbies are.

“Would you like to meet the kittens Pete?” Bucky asks. “We have five you can pick from!”

“Can Winter come?” Pete asks, holding onto the dogs fur.

“Sure. He loves them too,” Bucky explains.

Pete lets go of Winter and follows right behind Bucky, reaching out to take his left hand. You’re the only one who notices Bucky’s obvious astonishment at Pete’s action and when your eyes meet Bucky’s you can hardly contain your emotions.

While Bucky is helping Pete and his mom choose a kitten, a small group of veterans come in. Sam knows them all and they erupt into boisterous greetings, making you smile right along.

Once Pete and his mom leave with their newly adopted white and gray kitten, aptly named, Winter, the rest of the afternoon moves quickly and with only an hour left of the adoption event there’s only one kitten left.

While Bucky and Sam are busy at the counter filing away papers and updating the computer, you’re seated on the floor, the kitten sleeping soundly in your lap and Winter curled up next to you. Alpine is asleep by the window, wrapped in the comfort of Bucky’s hoodie.

“You look ready for bed too doll,” Bucky says when he kneels down next to you.

“I’m fine!” you yawn and bat your lashes.

Winter joins in with a loud yawn himself and stretches out on the floor.

“I wish Pete could have adopted Winter,” Bucky says quietly as he pets the dog.

“I know but he was totally in love with that kitten,” you answer. “And anyway, I think Winter would be happiest…”

“With me,” Bucky finishes with a smirk.

“Yea. Definitely,” you tell him. “He loves you Buck.”

“I know. I love him too. Guess he’s kinda my dog anyway right?”

“Would you be ok with him getting adopted by someone else?” you ask.

“If it was Pete I think I would have been ok, but now that I really think about it, probably not otherwise,” he admits.

“So, it’s settled then,” Sam says when he comes over with a smile.

Bucky ruffles Winter’s white fur and rouses him from sleep. “You hear that Winter. You’re gonna come live with me.”

Winter’s ears perk up and his tail thumps against the floor and without warning he twists himself up and pushes between Bucky’s legs, smashing against him and licking his face.

“I think he’s happy,” you giggle.

Bucky laughs and gives Winter a tight squeeze before he stands and attempts to brush the white fur from his shirt.

“His fur is worse than Alpine’s,” Bucky whines.

You and Sam just look at him and laugh.

Just as you’re about to get ready to lock up for the night one last family comes in, the mom and dad looking slightly frazzled and worried and their two eager kids pulling at them incessantly.

“Please tell me you have someone left for us to meet,” the mom says on an exhausted sigh.

“We do!” Sam says brightly.

You pop up from the floor and carry the sleepy kitten over to the family, kneeling down on level with the kids and grinning when they squeal in excitement.

“Well, that’s everybody,” you cheer as Bucky and Sam lock up.

You hook Winter’s leash onto his collar and take Bucky’s hand.

“Ready to go home baby doll?”

“Definitely,” you say, waving goodnight to Sam and handing Bucky Alpine’s leash.

“Look at the four of you,” Sam says with a laugh just as you’re making your way out the door.

You and Bucky turn toward him, leashes in hand, one white fluff on the end of each.

“What?” you and Bucky say at the same time and both Alpine and Winter cock their heads as if to ask the same.

On the walk back to your apartment Bucky is quiet but his shoulders are relaxed and his facial features are soft.

“You were amazing with Pete today,” you tell him. “I’m sure they’ll be back to visit.”

Bucky looks down at his feet as you continue to walk.

“Yea…he’s one pretty awesome kid. I’m glad I got to meet him.”

When you get to the door of your apartment, you unlock it, letting the animals run in before you step in after them. You drop your keys to the floor and toe off your shoes, stretching with a groan.

Strong hands wrap around your waist and spin you around until your back is pressed to the door.

“Thank you doll. For everything,” Bucky whispers against your lips.

“Mm, you’re welcome Bucky. I love sharing this with you.”

His lips move down your neck as he gathers your wrists in his metal hand and pins them above your head.

“I know you’re tired,” he says between kisses, “but I’ve barely touched you all day. I can’t take it anymore.”

“I’m not tired,” you breathe out, arching your back and pressing into him. “Not at all.”

He hums with satisfaction. “That’s good doll face. Real good…because you’re all mine tonight.”

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[starlahuskyz]

Chances - Chapter 1

A TLB fan story

Summary: It's 1988 and Jordan has been alone for a while now. She's tried to escape her past which has forever tied her to Santa Carla, but now has to learn to trust again. She also finds out that her past will always come back to haunt her.

GIF by @hypnoticvamp

This is my first ever fic and most likely one of my only ones. I plan on telling this entire story so stay tuned for updates. BTW I'm not a very good writer but I'm just telling this story for fun. If you don't like oc x canon stories then you are gonna want to avoid this one.

TW// none for now

Chapter 2

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Boardwalk

Summertime only means one thing in Santa Carla, it brings in hordes of new tourists and visitors into this crazy town. And you can expect it to remain that way for the next few months. But amongst all of the people on the boardwalk, there is one individual who walks alone. She isn’t a particularly special individual, not really attractive or ugly, dresses casually but not really normally either. She’s a stranger to most people and seemingly can’t be read by most who pass her. She has one goal in mind and one only, she doesn’t let anyone get in her way as she goes.

Within a few minutes, she’s reached her destination…Max’s Video Store. Looking through the entrance she doesn’t see the owner, “Awesome…” She isn’t a fan of the owner. He always gives her a ‘look’ when she walks in. She makes her visit brief as she sifts through old VHS’s looking frantically for something that catches her eye. 

As she finally finds something, A new presence makes itself known by slamming its hands onto the box she was looking through. She winces as she already knows who it is.

“Before you say anything, please save it” She looks up at them with the most uninterested face she could muster.

“I wasn’t gonna say anything, I was gonna simply admire you from afar…” They said with a snarky yet lovestruck smile. It was Marko…

That curly haired blonde who sported the most complex looking jacket she will ever see and wore black leather chaps. He also had the face of a Greek statue and eyes that she swore could change colors at will. A part of her wanted to feel flattered that he liked her, but at the same time she knew she didn't quite trust him.

“Well I’ll have you know that I’m pretty busy, so you should do yourself a favor and go with your buddies before I let you down again.” She walked towards the counter to pay for the VHS when she heard a new voice.

“Jordan! You didn’t tell us you would be here today! Why didn't you tell us?” A tall lanky blondie who looked like Twisted Sister wrapped his arms around Jordan’s much shorter frame and spun her around much to her dismay. “You guys don't need to know what I'm doing OR where I'm going!" She twisted and writhed in his arms as he simply dangled her over the ground.

Paul kept blabbering while Marko came up to her and simply said, “You said I should go with my buddies, but I already brought them here.”

Jordan finally got herself out of Paul’s arms and slammed cash onto the counter for her VHS. “You can keep the change just please let me get the hell out of here” The lady working the register simply smiled and laughed to herself “I know how you feel.”

“What’s the hurry?” A new voice intervenes. Everyone looks from what they are doing, it’s David.

Jordan could recognize the platinum blonde from anywhere. Walking up to Jordan he puts a rough hand on her shoulder. “You should know they are just excited to spend some time with you.”

“You forget yourself, it’s just Marko who wants to spend time with me. You guys are just third wheeling his sad attempt at flirting with me for god knows how many times. I’m sure he’s wonderful and all but I’d advise you to give him a wake up call.”

Jordan snatches the VHS off of the counter and makes a beeline for the exit before she is blocked by the one brunette of this club of crazies. “Well, you haven’t even given him a chance, so how do you know you don’t like him?” He grabs her shoulders and turns her around to face Marko who is giving her the biggest frown she’s ever seen. “See? You can make that frown turn upside down if you give him the chance to-” 

“What did I tell guys you about coming in here?”

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #tlb #david the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #paul the lost boys #marko the lost boys #oc x canon #tlb oc #tlb jordan

[lemonlover1110]

𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐲

[Chapter 2] Getting to Know the Boss

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Pairing: Kento Nanami x f!Reader

Chapter Warnings: Smut, Bath Sex, Vaginal Sex, Dressing Room Oral Sex (m. receiving), Car Fingering, Creampie, Teasing

Kento eats in silence at the dining table while he waits for you to say something about the events that just happened. You eat peacefully across from him, wearing sweatpants and a tank top. You eat as if nothing had just happened which should give him the relief that you’re not going to threaten him with his job or anything, yet he’s still freaking out. You seem to happily eat the food, and yet he’s worried about what you’ll say next. About how he fucked up. It’s all illogical because if you hadn’t wanted it, you wouldn’t have initiated anything.

You eat a burger and fries in peace, nothing too special but Kento didn’t know what to pick. Surely nothing could’ve gone wrong with this, since sometimes you order him to get you a burger while working late at night. He got the same meal for himself and he eats quietly. Because he has to eat something. But Kento isn’t very hungry.

“What do you want to do tomorrow after we’re done shopping?” You speak up which catches the man off guard. He shrugs before verbally saying,

“I don’t know. Whatever you want to do, ma’am.” He answers, making a laugh come from your lips. Kento raises his eyebrow as he looks at you. You put two fries in your mouth and chew slowly. You watch him intently, trying to figure out what’s going on inside his brain. When you swallow, you speak,

“I wonder what’s going on inside your mind, Kento.” It catches him off guard when you use his first name. He’s about to ask why but you answer the question before he can ask it. “You just came inside of me and yet you’re calling me ma’am. You were just talking about getting me pregnant, and here you are, not even an hour later.”

“I’m sorry? Should I not?” He questions and you chuckle before you bring the vanilla milkshake’s straw up to your lips. Kento is beyond confused, but considered you called him by his first name and the fact that he literally just had sex with you, he shouldn’t be. 

“We’re in a hotel room. About to share a bed. There’s no employees around. Should you be calling me ma’am?” You tilt your head to the side and he laughs when he realizes his absurdity. You continue eating in silence before you speak up, “You talk about your daughter, and I wonder if you’ve ever been married.”

“I have been. We got divorced, though.” He answers, grabbing a napkin to clean his mouth. It sparks your curiosity, and you feel as if he’s taking too long to speak again. “She was cheating on me too. Thing is, it was with a woman. Apparently when we slept together she wanted to check if she really liked men, and she got pregnant. So we ended up getting married.”

“Oh, so you got married because of your daughter.” You comment and he hums in response. “Same thing happened to my parents. Except they’re still together. My mom just doesn’t like me because– Sorry, I didn't mean to overshare.”

“No, it’s fine!” Kento assures you. It’s the first time he hears something so personal, other than the moans he just heard from you.

“My mom just doesn’t like me because I tied her down to my dad, and even though she wanted to leave she couldn’t.” You say. “But it’s fine. I’m rich, young, and pretty.”

“You are.” He laughs.

“Do your daughter and her mom get along?” You ask, and Kento wants to nod but he isn’t sure if he can. He takes a moment to answer,

“Her mother treats her very well but she doesn’t like the woman. They barely spend time together and when they do, Asami is annoyed.” Kento answers, which makes the man wonder what his mother tells his daughter about his ex-wife. Yet he never cares to question it because his ex-wife isn’t the best mother. Not even a mediocre one. She loves her daughter, yet she doesn’t really try.

“She’ll come around. She’s probably looking for someone to blame for your divorce, and she chose the least favorite parent.” You comment as you stand up from the chair. Kento raises an eyebrow, wondering if he really is his daughter’s favorite parent. You walk over to him and put your hands on his shoulders and begin to massage them. You lean down, your lips going down to his ear,

“How about we change the topic and talk about something more fun… Wait, let’s not really talk.”

“Hmm… What are you thinking?” He responds.

“Run a bath and soak… If you know what I mean.” You tell him and he hides back a smile. You begin to walk to the bathroom, taking off your tank top and tossing it behind you. Kento’s cheeks turn pink as he stands up and begins to follow you. You reach the bathroom and turn on the faucet of the bathtub, and while you wait for it to fill up, you take off your sweatpants. The moment the pants hit the floor, Kento walks into the bathroom.

His hands land on your waists while his lips meet yours. Your tongues glide over each other while your hands begin to unbutton his shirt, finishing up the job that you didn’t finish earlier. He really thought that he’d only get to have sex with you once, yet it’s about to happen again. 

Your hands undo each button, and you end up taking off the shirt, letting it fall to the floor. You pull away from the kiss to comment, “God, you’re not even trying to take off your clothes. I have to do it all. I have such a lazy employee.”

“I like seeing you work for it.” Kento comments, his hands going to his belt. He unbuckles it and takes it off, before unbuttoning his pants. He lets them fall to the floor, along with his boxers. You both share a couple more kisses before he turns off the faucet and gets into the tub. You follow after him and sit on him.

He grabs the body wash that the hotel offers, and pours some on his hands. His hands lands on your tits and he begins to massage them, while his lips kiss the side of your neck. His hands knead your tits as his mouth sucks on your neck, making the softest moans escape your lips. It’s almost comical that he was just calling you ma’am.

“There… Fuck– There.” You moan while he sucks on the right spot. One of his hands stops massaging your boob and it goes down to your pussy. He smacks your cunt three times before his fingers begin to play with your clit. Kento’s mouth then goes up to your ear and he nibbles on your earlobe before saying,

“Do you know how much I’ve thought about this?” He whispers, his fingers pinching your nipple. He stops playing with your clit, his fingers running through your folds. You bite your bottom lip as your hips buck at his touch. You wait for him to insert his fingers inside of you, but he teases you.

“Don’t tease your sweet boss like this.” You comment, shutting your eyes as Kento just runs his fingers through your folds. Occasionally he gives a circular motion on your clit but his fingers quickly return to teasing you. He laughs at your comment before responding,

“Sweet?” He questions. You’re anything but sweet to him. Maybe tonight you’ve been sweet. Any other time? You’re the devil. A very hot devil dare he say. You seem so desperate, yet you won’t beg. And he’s sure he won’t do anything until you’re begging him to.

He feels your hand grab his cock, and he knows he’s about to receive the very same treatment. However, you align his cock up with your entrance, making him think you’ll push it in, so he stops his teasing. Both of his hands go to your waist so he can help you move. It catches him off guard when you begin to rub your cunt on his cock and do nothing else.

“Fuck-” You moan and then bite your bottom lip, and while Kento knows that it feels good, he wants to feel your cunt wrapped around him again. In other words, he’s receiving the same treatment and he’s mad.

“Please…” He mutters while he feels your cunt rub on his cock. You chuckle, thinking about how pathetic he is. A man that can’t handle a taste of his own medicine. But you end up giving in, inserting his dick into you.

You leave it without moving for a minute, while Kento reaches for the soap again and gets it in his hands. He begins to rub it on your body while you decide when you’re going to move. He begins to play with your breasts again, one hand pinching your nipple while the other kneads the other boob.

You begin to move on his cock, and his hands move down to your waists. He bites down his bottom lip, not wanting to tell his boss how good she’s making him feel. Again . This is the second time he fucks his boss in the night, and he can’t believe how lucky he is. He knows he’s a rebound and his job might be on the line after this trip, but you best believe he’s going to enjoy every last second of this.

“Hmm… Love your dick.” You comment as you move up and down his length. His cock hits all the right spots, and you move just right so it brushes against your g-spot. 

The water splashes around with your every move and it lands on the floor of the bathroom. Kento hates this view because he wants to watch your face as you take his cock, but he doesn’t get that beautiful view. He gets a view of your back and that’s it… He can’t even look at your ass. Although he doesn’t have time to be mad because your cunt is still wrapped around him, and you’re still moaning as you ride his cock.

“So good, Kento-” You moan, one hand going to your clit to stimulate it while you move. Kento helps you out and begins to move in and out of you. He sets a much faster pace than the one you had set. Much more water splashes out of the bathtub now. But neither of you are paying attention to the mess you’re making.

“You like that?” He questions, one hand going on your neck and pushing you back onto him. He’s kissing your jaw while thrusting in and out of you. You feel your orgasm approach. He feels it too as your cunt tightens around his cock. “Fuck-”

“I’m gonna-” You begin before you bite down your bottom lip. You loudly moan before you come around his cock. Kento continues thrusting in and out of you, putting all of his energy into this, as if it’ll be his last time of the night.

“Such a good little cunt.” He moans. He still can’t believe he’s fucking his boss. In fact, this is the second time in the night that he’ll come inside of her. Maybe he should ask before coming inside of you again, but you didn’t complain after the first time, and you’re not reminding him to pull out. In fact, you moan uncontrollably. 

“Oh, shit-” He says when he finally reaches his release. He fills you up with his cum once again, and he doesn’t take his cock out until he’s finished. When his cock is out of your cunt, your turn around and kiss his lips.

“Better wash up.” You grab the soap. “We have a very long night ahead of us.”

You wake up next to your secretary after a very long night . A night filled with missionary, doggie, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, and mating press. Your libido has always been high, but never this high. Maybe fucking your secretary makes your sexual drive higher.

You’re sore the next day, so you run up a warm bath before starting your day. Before your secretary wakes up. Although you’re not the most considerate person, after all the hard work he put in the previous night, you tiptoe around the place to not make a sound.

You take a warm bath, excited about the day ahead of you. You think about all the fun stuff you get to do for today, as well for the whole week. Best thing is work is the last thing on your mind. Just shopping till you drop with your secretary.

There’s a knock on the bathroom door, and you tell him to come in. Kento walks in and goes straight to the toilet. You hold back a laugh as you hear him pee. Really it’s nothing comical but you woke up in a good mood today. He walks to the sink to wash his hands and brush his teeth.

“How’d you sleep?” You ask, as if he can answer with a toothbrush in his mouth. You patiently wait for him to finish brushing his teeth so he can answer the question. Once he rinses his mouth he answers,

“Pretty good. Although I barely slept.” He responds. He isn’t lying because after all the least thing you did was sleep. You slept for maybe four hours. You laugh before you signal for him to walk over to you, which he does.

“Give me a kiss.” You tell him, and he raises an eyebrow. “After what we did last night? Is a kiss too much to ask for?”

He chuckles before he leans and pecks your lips, “Good morning. How’s my beautiful boss doing?”

“That’s better.” You smile at him. “Do you want to go out for breakfast and then do a bit of shopping?”

“That sounds fun.” He responds before he begins to walk out of the bathroom. Although you want him to join you, you end up staying silent because you both know that an invitation will result in not going out at all.

“Oh yeah, Kento! Call the chauffeur and tell him to drop off the car! I want to drive!” 

“You got it!”

“Let's go to that store! I want to buy you something.” You walk through the streets of the city when a certain store catches your eye. Kento isn’t sure how to respond other than to follow you. You sleep together one time and you’re already treating him like a boyfriend– Although it could be considered as a nice gift to the secretary that puts up with your occasional horrible moods.

“I think it’s fine.” He answers but you still walk into the store. You’re immediately greeted, and you mutter a hello back before walking around the store to find some clothes for Kento. While he’s always looking good, you find yourself bored of staring at the same clothes every single day. He awkwardly follows you around while you find a whole new wardrobe for him.

“What size shirt do you wear?” You ask him while you take one good look at him. You’re guessing a medium.

“A large.” He answers. Now that you know his size, you begin to pass him the shirts you want him to wear. He’ll have to try them on but it’s best for him to do that after he has all the clothes with him. You’re not even close to picking everything you want to buy for him

“After this we can go buy some clothes and toys for your daughter.” You inform him. He isn’t sure how to respond to that. You’re paying for everything so he shouldn’t worry about it and just accept it as a gift, but he doesn’t feel comfortable with that. He feels like a sugar baby. You chat about something, he’s not really keeping up with that, he just knows he wants you to stop picking out clothes. “My friend Gojo lives around here with his wife… Can’t remember her name. Something with a flower… Lily- No. Sunflower? No… Rose! Yep. Maybe we can visit them.”

“Isn’t this enough clothes?” Kento asks as you keep talking. He’s never seen you this chatty before, but then again this is the first time he’s with you outside of the work environment. You give him a weird look, raising your eyebrow at his question.

“Are you paying?” You reply and he shakes his head. Before he can say anything else, you respond, “That’s what I thought.”

Kento sighs, but doesn’t say anything else. He shouldn’t complain because he is receiving free clothes. Once you’re bored of picking out clothes for him, you tell him, “Go try them on.”

He ends up going to the dressing room, and you wait around since nothing in the store really catches your eye. Ralph Lauren isn’t your cup of tea. 

You get bored of standing around so you go to the dressing room, hoping that Kento will show how some of the outfits look on him. You call out his name, “Kento.”

“Here!” He opens the door of the dressing room and walks out to show you a combination of a dress shirt and pants. You feel your cheeks get warm, and you look around for a second. You see that there’s no one around, so you walk over towards him. He’s confused as to why you walk over towards him, until you’re right on his face, your hands on his chest as you slightly push him into the dressing room. He smirks, knowing what’s about to happen.

“In public?” He questions and you hum in response. You get on your knees and unbutton the pants before undoing the zipper. You pull them down to the floor along with his boxers.

“I’m definitely buying these for you.” You comment before your hand wraps around his cock and you give it a couple of strokes as your tongue circles around the tip. Kento bites his bottom lip, not wanting a single moan to escape his lips. Not even a weird sounding breath. He doesn’t need any attention drawn to you. Especially since this is illegal.

You taste the salty precum on your tongue before your mouth wraps around his cock, taking all that your mouth can handle. While you tend to be an overachiever, the store’s fitting room isn’t the best place to gag on his cock and ruin your makeup. What you’re doing is perfect though because it takes everything in Kento not to start moaning in the dressing room.

He looks down at you, and you look back up at him. You love watching as he struggles not to moan, but that also reminds you to be careful. Neither of you want to get in trouble, even when you’re doing something you’re definitely not supposed to be doing. You take his cock out of your mouth and drag your tongue from the base of his shaft to the tip. Your mouth wraps around his cock again.

You bob your head while your hands stroke the parts that aren’t in your mouth. If it wasn’t for the fact that you’re in public, Kento would be pushing your head forcing you to take all of him. He usually isn’t mean, but then again you aren’t the nicest to him. It’d be a way of payback. 

“Such a good mouth.” He mutters. He can’t say anything else in fear that someone is walking by and listening to him. Any noise can be a giveaway, and he has to be as careful as he can be. The slurping noises as your mouth moves along his cock is the dead giveaway. 

You don’t seem to care, you know no one is around. If you did, you’d bribe the person. You have enough money to get yourself out of any trouble.

“God-” He tries his best to hold back the moans that threaten to leave his lips. He’s so close to finishing, it’s hard. Too hard. Your mouth feels so nice, it’s almost impossible for him not to let out any type of noise. But he manages to suppress it as he shuts his eyes.

You keep bobbing your head until his cum hits the back of your throat. That’s when you hear a groan. You detach your mouth from his cock when every drop of your cum is in your mouth. You smile at him as you stand up.

“Try the rest of the clothes on, then meet me outside to pay.” You tell him. You open the dressing room’s door and exit, not giving him a second to at least pull his boxers up. 

Kento sighs. This definitely feels like the sugar baby treatment.

“Where do you want to go out to eat?” You ask, driving around, unsure of where to go next. You’ve spent the whole day shopping, stopping just to eat some food. It’s fair to say that Kento is surprised with the amount of money you’ve spent– Not only on yourself, but on him and his daughter as well. He’s certainly thankful but at the same time it doesn’t feel right for you to be buying all this stuff for him.

“How about we go to that restaurant you wanted to have dinner at yesterday?” He suggests. You think about it for a second but then dismiss the idea.

“I’m not dressed for that. Let’s just do something casual.” You respond. Before Kento responds, you speak again. “Hmm… How about we go eat some pizza?”

“Pizza? Oh, sure. I heard New York pizza is great.” Kento replies. 

“Look up a place in the GPS.” You order, which he does. You begin to drive per the instructions of the GPS. After a day filled with meaningless conversation, you sit in silence as you drive. There’s nothing in either of your minds. Well, there’s sex in your mind while Kento is tired of just shopping.

You have similar thoughts, all of them being far too dangerous to do while driving. Sure, Kento is tired. But never too tired to have sex with his boss. He has to take advantage of every single opportunity he has with you because after this trip is over, he’s back to being poor miserable secretary Kento.

Within ten minutes you’re parked outside the place, and you both exit the car to enter the small pizza place. He opens the door for you and you step into the place. You look at Kento and ask him, “What kind of pizza do you want? Do you want to share a large one?”

“Uh yeah… Vegetables are fine with me.” He answers. You side-eye him. 

“Let’s do half and half.” You respond because tonight you definitely don’t see yourself eating vegetables with your pizza. He chuckles and shakes his head.

“Get whichever you want and I’ll eat it with no trouble.” He ends up saying. Which you end up doing before taking a seat in one of the booths of the place. He takes a seat across from you and looks at the time on his watch. He excuses himself before he grabs his phone.

He’s about to get up and step out of the place, but it’s too loud outside. You sure won’t get mad over something so minimal. You watch him tap away on his phone before he brings it up to his ear. You can easily guess who he’s calling, so while he begins the call, you start using your phone to not awkwardly stare at him.

“Hey. Is Asami awake?” Kento greets his ex-wife and is quick to ask for his daughter. A sigh leaves his lips hearing the words from the other side of the phone. “How are you? Can I talk to my daughter now?”

You look up at him to find him rolling his eyes. You can tell he’s annoyed by the expression on his face. Your eyes go back to your phone before he can look at you. The last thing you want is to make eye contact while this conversation goes on.

“Hi, Asami. How are you, honey?” He greets his daughter. Even if he hadn’t said her name, you’d know by the tone of his voice. He talks much more sweetly to his daughter. “I miss you too. New York is fun. I bought you some stuff, and I know you’ll love it.”

It’s nice to hear him talk to his daughter and see how nice he is with her. So sweet too. You know he adores his daughter, always mentioning her when he has the opportunity. Although you’ve never really cared. But now it’s nice to hear him talking to her.

“Okay. Please behave, honey. I love you. I’ll be back soon, okay? Love you. Bye.” He hangs up the phone, and you put down your phone as well. 

“You seem like a good dad.” You comment and for some reason, Kento’s cheeks go warm and change to a pink shade. It’s just a harmless comment.

“Thank you. I try.” He replies. That comment makes Kento extremely curious, and he begins to chew on the inside of his cheek while he debates if he wants to ask a certain question. It could result in you being mad, something that could be easily fixed with sex… “I’m not asking for any particular reason but… Have you ever thought about having a kid?”

“Hmm… Kids are fine, I don’t mind them but I don’t really see myself as a mother. I feel like I’d do a terrible job.” You confess. “Plus at this time of my life work is the most important thing. By the time work isn’t my priority, I’ll be too old to have my own.”

“That makes sense.” He responds, which is followed by an apology, “Sorry for such an intense question.”

“It’s fine.” You say. He should be able to get to know you a little better, considering he’s fucking you for the rest of the week.

“I don’t mean to pry… But, since work is your priority, should you really consider getting married? A partner and a child are very different but they both require a lot of attention and-”

“I didn’t really ask for your advice, now, did I?” You cut him off and he looks down at the table in embarrassment as he mutters a weak apology. He stepped on the line, forgetting that you’re still his boss. You sigh. “For the record, you’re right.”

After dinner, you drive back to the hotel in silence. Some music plays in the background which sets the mood for the two of you. Kento is the one behind the wheel now, his hand on your thigh. You look at him while he focuses on the road ahead of him.

“You’re very handsome, Kento.” You say, and he laughs. It’s unexpected, but he certainly doesn’t mind the compliment.

“Thank you.” He responds. “And you’re a very beautiful woman. You have no idea how many times I’ve looked at you and thought how lucky the guy that got with you would be.”

“Aren’t you a lucky guy then?” You bring your head to his neck, placing a kiss on it before your lips go up to his ear. “If you can pull the car over then we can–”

“I want to get to the hotel, but I have a good idea.” He interrupts you. Before you can ask him what his idea is, he speaks again. “Take off your pants.”

You do as he says, and although it’s not the easiest thing, you manage to take off your pants. You grab his hand, and guide it to your panties. You’re clearly eager, that he can tell. He moves your panties to the side, his middle and ring finger running through your folds.

“Look at you, can’t wait till you’re back at the hotel.” He clicks his tongue, as if he wasn’t the one who was suggesting this. His fingers circle your clit a couple of times which makes a couple breathy moans leave your lips. “Didn’t know my boss was so naughty. Ill-tempered? Yes. But so lustful?”

“God, shut up. Put your fingers inside me and shut up.” You respond and he laughs. He continues teasing you, which you can now say is something that he enjoys. Before you can reprimand him for wasting precious time, he inserts two fingers into your cunt. “That’s better.”

Kento moves his thick fingers in and out of you, hearing as your sweet moans almost outmatch the music that plays in the car. He holds back a smile, imagining the sweet mess that you’ll make when you come. Your hand goes down so your finger plays with your clit while he moves his fingers in your cunt.

He moves them perfectly, it’d make you think that he’s done this before many many times. Last night was the first time you’ve been together, which is crazy to think about considering he’s treating your body so well. “Kento, it’s so good-”

The sound of your phone ringing almost kills the mood. Kento doesn’t stop as you pull it out of your purse. You don’t want him to stop even though you have to pick up the phone. “I have to- Pick up the phone.”

“Can’t you do it with my fingers inside of you?” He asks with a taunting tone. You roll your eyes and end up picking the phone.

“Hey… Heavyn?” You ask, unsure of her name. You just know she managed to get your number and offered you to be on the cover of Forbes. She’s some sort of assistant, your guess would be for the editor-in-chief. “Hmm… Is that so? I guess you can stay in contact with my secretary so you two can work out the next date then.”

It takes much effort from you to put on a normal voice while Kento curls his fingers. “Yeah, yeah, I don’t care.”

“They canceled next week’s shoot.” You inform him as you hang up. You feel your orgasm build up as he continues uninterrupted.

“Hmm… Why?” He asks, yet you stay quiet because you only want to do one thing and it’s finish, which you can’t do while you talk about your problems. Your hips buck and once again your moans begin to fill up the car.

“Oh shit- I’m gonna-” You say as your orgasm gets closer and closer. Your legs spasm and you shut your eyes as you come all over his fingers. You certainly don’t make the mess he was expecting, but when he takes his fingers out they’re covered in your juices. He brings them up to his lips and licks them clean. 

“Why did they cancel?” Kento repeats his question when he takes his fingers out of his mouth.

“Something about- Finding someone else.” You regulate your breath. “Something dumb. They thought I’d fit better for another cover. They just don’t want to tell me they found someone else. I don’t care.”

“Why did they reach out to you in the first place? Not that you’re not special or super important but–”

“I’ve been in the magazine before. A couple times so…” You answer. “I don’t really care. But I don’t have an excuse to be here anymore so I guess our trip will be cut a couple of days short.”

“Oh… How short?” He can’t help but question. Once the trip is over, whatever you two have going on will be over too.

“We’ll be leaving in two days.” You answer, which isn’t too bad. It still sucks that the trip is cut short. “You know something, Kento…”

You begin and he hums in response. He doesn’t know what to expect from you. Before you can answer he warns you, “We’re almost at the hotel, put your pants back on.”

“Oh yeah…” You chuckle, completely forgetting that you have a destination. “What we have going on doesn’t have to end when we’re back home.”

“What…?” Kento asks, completely caught off guard. 

“Don’t you think that the past day has been nice?” You question, and he hums in response. “So why don’t we do it a couple more times? Until we get bored of each other.”

“Yeah… I guess we can keep doing it.” He responds, unsure of how else to respond. He definitely knows that he wants to keep fucking you. “Does it go against any company rules?”

“Does it matter? I’m the boss.” You laugh. “We have nothing to worry about.”

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Back From The Dead Ch. 5

Hello, hello! I’m finally back with Chapter 5! We get some Foggy, Karen, Matt, and Reader interaction in this one AND we get to find out what baby Murdock is going to be! Boy or girl?! Only one way to find out~! This chapter is just over 2800 words. Nothing too big but the biggest chapter so far.

As usual please read the warnings! This may not be explicit (not yet, at least), but even still my writing is meant for 18+!

Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy-related scans, pregnant reader, finally some God Damn Fluff

Pairing: Matt x Pregnant!Reader

The next morning, you got up early and got ready quickly. You had a morning appointment with your doctor that Matt was joining you for so you knew if you hurried, you could go by Nelson, Murdock, and Page and talk to Karen and Foggy without Matt being there. You swung by a café and picked up coffee and donuts before heading to the butcher shop that they were currently operating out of. You entered with ease, waving hello to Foggy’s brother as you went. As you stepped into the office that the three of them were working out of, you saw Foggy and Karen look up and stare at you in surprise.

“Oh, uh. Matt’s not here this morning. He said he had something to do and won’t be in until later.” Foggy said. You smiled tentatively at him and walked closer, holding out the coffee carrier.

“Well, it’s a good thing I’m not here for him then, isn’t it?” With raised brows, Foggy took the offered coffee and Karen took the other after looking at the cups.

“Did you get hot chocolate?” She said with a small laugh and you grinned.

“Oh, uh, yeah. Already had my caffeine for the morning and I’ve been trying to cut back.” Which was technically the truth. You were allowed some caffeine while pregnant but you couldn’t drink nearly as much as you had been before. Something Matt was very keen on you following.

“Ah, okay. Well, what can we do for you?” Karen asked kindly and you set the donuts down on the table in the center of the room.

“I… wanted to apologize.” You said softly, further surprising them both.

“Apologize?”

“You have nothing to apologize for!” They both spoke at the same time.

“No, I kind of do. I shouldn’t have gotten so angry with you two about Matt. You two were technically his friends first and I understand a little more now what he was like then.” Foggy emphatically shook his head.

“No, you were right to be angry with us. If anything, we should be apologizing. We should have told you sooner, despite what Matt wanted. You were right, you could have helped. I think Matt was just scared because Fisk threatened you.” You almost choked on your drink and looked at Foggy in shock.

“Wait, what?” Foggy winced, realizing that Matt hadn’t yet told you that.

“Yeah. Matt was really worried about you and he thought it best if he made it seem like he didn’t care about you like that anymore. So that’s kind of why he stayed away.” You rolled your eyes, looking heavenward as if beseeching a higher power.

“I swear that man never thinks anything through.” You said, much to Foggy and Karen’s amusement. “We all know that wouldn’t have stopped Fisk if it came down to it. He would have hurt me just on principle.”

“True. We’re glad he didn’t though. And I think I speak for both of us when I say that it’s really good to see you. We missed you.” Karen said, smiling at you. You grinned back and chatted with them for a few minutes, catching up on everything, before you decided to broach the topic you really came here for.

“So… I also came here because I need some advice. Regarding Matt.”

“Ah. I see how it is. You bribe us with coffee and donuts so we’ll answer all your wicked questions!” Foggy teased, causing the three of you to giggle.

“Ignore him. What can we do to help?”

“It’s just… I’m worried that I’m forgiving him too fast. I… I really want to get back together with him, I’m just scared.” You admitted in a small voice. Karen put a hand on your shoulder, rubbing it smoothly, while Foggy nodded.

“I get it. Matt put you through a lot, even if he is sorry for it now. But there’s no timeline on these sorts of things. You’ve got to decide for yourself when you’re ready. If it helps, he really is dealing with quite a lot of guilt over what he did.” You snorted at Karen’s and she grinned.

“Matt feels guilty for breathing sometimes it seems. But… it does make me feel a little better to know he regrets what he did. He really did hurt me and I just… I want to make sure that something like this doesn’t happen again. That he’s not going to push me away again.”

“Yeah, I understand. I mean… I can’t promise that he won’t ever do something stupid again, but I can tell you this. You were his last thought as that building came down around him. And when he woke up on that pier and asked for Father Lantom, it wasn't because he didn't want you to know. It was because he was scared that while he survived the collapse, he would succumb to his injuries. You know the struggle he had with God following that and he told me… he told me that when he woke up in Clinton Church, he didn't pray to God. He prayed to you. Every single day."

It took everything in you not to burst into tears at what Foggy told you. You knew Matt had struggled, in pretty much every way, following his awakening after Midland Circle but the idea that he had prayed to you? It nearly broke you and you weren’t able to stop a few tears from escaping. Foggy put an arm around your shoulder and hugged you gently.

“Thank you… for telling me that. I’m sure he wouldn’t have wanted you to but knowing that… it helps make my decision.” You told him softly. And it was true. Knowing that Matt had prayed to you, that he had wanted you in his darkest moments, even if he didn’t allow himself your comfort, helped you realize just how much Matt truly loved you. It helped you realize that Karen was also right. There was no timeline for this and if you were ready to step back into a relationship with Matt, you shouldn’t let your insecurities stop you.

You talked with Karen and Foggy for just a bit longer before you finally had to excuse yourself so you could make it to your appointment. The entire way there, you thought to yourself over what you should do. When should you broach the subject of getting back to Matt. More importantly… when the hell were you going to tell Foggy and Karen that you were halfway through a pregnancy?

You reached the clinic just as Matt did and you both grinned at the timing. Matt carefully caught the door for you and held it open, gesturing you in with his cane.

“After you, sweetheart.” There was a nervous sort of energy around Matt and you tried not to smile too much at it. This was his first appointment with you and not only that, but today was your anatomy scan. They would be checking to make sure there were no abnormalities and you would be finding out if you were having a boy or a girl. You were a little nervous yourself. You knew Matt had picked up on it because as soon as you finished checking in, he sat beside you and reached for your hand. You hesitated for a brief moment before threading your fingers with his. His shock was written plain on his face but before you could say anything, your name was called.

You stood and let them lead Matt to a room, while you were weighed and went to the bathroom. Afterwards, you joined Matt in the exam room and he helped you hop up onto the exam table where they would be doing your ultrasound. It was quiet but once again, before you could get the courage to talk to Matt, you were interrupted by the midwife coming into the room. She greeted you warmly and then looked at Matt.

“Well, hello. And who is this gentleman?” You winced, remembering how when you first found out you were pregnant, you’d told your midwife that the father wouldn’t be involved and there was no way that would change. At least you hadn’t told her that he was dead, that would have been hard to explain.

“Uh, this is Matt. He’s the father.” Your midwife looked to you in shock before looking back at Matt. You saw the way her face changed to an unreadable look before she looked back at you. Not knowing Matt’s abilities and thinking him just a regular blind man, she silently asked if you wanted him here. You simply gave her a small smile and nodded.

“Well, this is unexpected. It’s nice to meet you. I’m Francis, I’ll be doing the anatomy scan today. I take it you’ve been brought up to speed on what we’re doing?”

“Yes, ma’am. You’re just checking to make sure there aren’t any abnormalities and we’ll find out what we’re having today, right?” Matt asked, a tentative smile on his face. You knew he was doing his best to hide that he knew what she’d done. He probably appreciated that she was looking out for you but the reminder at his absence likely stung. She seemed pleasantly surprised that he knew what was going on and nodded with a smile, before correcting herself.

“Yes, that’s what we’re doing today. This is a standard procedure we do on all pregnant women. I’ll be sure to explain everything for you both as we go along.” Francis assured you both. With that out of the way, Matt took his place on your left and reached for your hand again. You let him take it, threading your fingers together again, and watched as Francis got you ready for the ultrasound.

Everything went perfect. Francis pointed everything out to you and explained it in detail for Matt. Your babe was healthy and, while a little on the small side, was right on track. You held your breath as you waited for Francis to tell you what you would be having. Matt squeezed your hand, and you knew he was just as nervous as you.

“Are you ready?” Francis asked, a smile on her face. “Or have you already figured it out?”

You laugh and shake your head, Matt chuckling beside you.

“No, I know you’ve explained what everything is, but I still can’t quite tell what I’m looking at.” You all laughed at that, and then Francis angled the wand a specific way causing you to gasp. It was glaringly obvious now.

“Congratulations, it’s a boy!” She told you. Matt went still beside you and you covered your mouth with your hand, tears welling up. You were so excited and you just hoped Matt was too. You squeezed his hand and he shook his head, before grinning down at you.

“We’re having a boy.” He whispered before smoothing a hand over your hair and kissing your forehead. With his glasses on, it was hard to get a full read on his expression but when you felt a teardrop hit your forehead, you couldn’t help but to cry too. Sensing you two needed a moment, Francis gently cleaned you up and stepped outside the room, saying she’d check on you in a couple minutes.

“I can’t believe it… A boy, Matt. A little Murdock.” You giggled but Matt went stiff beside you and you frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing… It’s just… nothing.”

“Please don’t do this, Matt. Don’t hide from me.” You pleaded and his sigh ruffled your hair. He pulled back just a little from you and lifted his glasses from his face, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

“It’s just… I’ve told you what my grandmother used to say about us Murdock boys. What if…”

“Matt, stop. This is a happy moment. We’re having a baby, a boy. And you know what? Your grandmother wasn’t entirely right. You may have the devil in you, but you’re more of an angel than I’ve ever seen in any other person. You care so much, Matt. That isn’t a bad thing, and I won’t let you belittle that. If our son turns out to be half the man you are, I will be so very proud.” Matt squeezes his eyes shut, trying to avoid crying more but he can’t help it with the way you speak about him. Like he’s something amazing, something worthy.

“Sweetheart…”

“I love you, Matt. Please never forget that. I know… I know things have been hard and this isn’t exactly how I wanted to talk to you about this, but I want to try again. I want to be with you again. I can’t imagine a better dad for our baby or a better man for me to be with. I want this with you, all of it. If- If you do to.” Matt chuckled at that before fiercely kissing you.

“IF I want that? Sweetheart, that’s all I’ve wanted. I love you too.” Pressing his forehead to yours, the two of you basked in each other’s presence, enjoying the feel of the cracked pieces of each of your hearts finally piecing back together, stronger than ever.

The two of you take a few minutes together before you peak your head out of the room, calling Francis back. She rejoins the two of you and hands you a few of the pictures she’d taken while doing the ultrasound. She happily pointed everything out to you before letting you leave with a hug and a reminder to see her back in four weeks.

The walk to Nelson, Murdock, and Page is filled with the two of you trying to figure out who gets to tell Foggy and Karen about both your pregnancy and the two of you getting back together. You playfully argue over who should get the honors and it feels so much like old times, that your heart just aches with it. The two of you reach the meat shop and once again you walk through the doors. Matt and you are still playfully bickering as you walk into the office and neither of you notice that you’re holding hands.

“Okay, wait a second! When did this happen and why was I not informed?”

“You? Why weren’t we informed!” Karen and Foggy bombard the two of you and you look at them in confusion.

“What are you two talking about?”

“Uh, that you’re back together, obviously. Or are you just holding hands for old time’s sake?” Foggy asked, a shit-eating grin on his face. You both look down at your hands and then laugh.

“Well, I guess that’s one thing out of the way.” You tease and Matt chuckles.

“One thing? One thing? There’s more?” Foggy asks excitedly. You and Matt look at each other and the look of pure joy on his face makes you nudge him.

“Well? Are you going to tell your friends the news?” You ask. Matt’s grin widens until you know his cheeks are hurting with it. He turns to face Karen and Foggy and speaks in the most serious voice he has.

“How do you two feel about being god parents?” He asks. Foggy chokes and Karen gasps, hands flying to her face.

“WHAT?!”

“It’s a little soon for that, isn’t it?” Karen asks with a laugh as Foggy flounders beside her.

“You- He- I- How-“

“Well, when two people love each other very much…” You tease and laugh as Foggy rolls his eyes.

“Seriously, though. What are you saying? Are you pregnant? How? You two just got back together!”

“Well, that’s the thing… I’ve been pregnant. I’m 20 weeks.”

“WHAT?!” You wince this time, then laugh nervously. You explain to them your reasoning and catch them up to speed on everything that’s happened. They both hug you excitedly when you finish then hug Matt who is still grinning. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him as happy as he is now. It makes you happy.

You pull out the ultrasound pictures and excitedly show Karen and Foggy while Matt listens to the three of you chatter. He never even dreamed that any of this would happen when he first tried to approach you following Midland Circle. The idea that not only were you taking him back but that you were carrying his child… it made him realize just how lucky he was. He would do whatever it took to make you happy from now on. He felt it was the least he could do considering everything he put you through.

Hearing you, laughing and chatting with his best friends, put everything into perspective for him.

One day… One day when he was brave enough and he hadn’t just gotten you back, he was going to ask you to spend the rest of your life with him. He may not be able to give you everything you deserved, but you made him happy, you were carrying his son, and you were everything to him.

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Taxes, Taxes, Taxes- Chapter 27

Fandom: Supergirl

Characters: Kara Danvers, Clark Kent, Samantha Arias, Lena Luthor, Lillian Luthor, Ruby Arias, Oliver Queen, John Stewart, Diana Prince, Bruce Wayne, Barry Allen, J'onn J'onnz, Alfred Pennyworth, Lois Lane, Cat Grant, Lucy Lane, Damian Wayne, Felicity Smoak, Streaky the Supercat, Martha Kent, Selina Kyle, Talia Al Ghul, Lucius Fox, Maggie Sawyer, Alex Danvers, Jason Todd, Otis Graves, Lex Luthor

Summary: What if superheroes had to pay a property damage tax every time they had a fight in the city?

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 20, Chapter 21, Chapter 22, Chapter 23, Chapter 24, Chapter 25, Chapter 26

Kara stretched while sitting on the sofa in the living room of Wayne Manor. She was currently sitting next to Barry while Diana, Bruce, and Oliver sat on the chairs opposite of them. 

Barry yawned and said, “I am kind of surprised that Damian wasn’t the first one here. He seemed really excited about the prospect of playing.”

“I can assure you I have been here the entire time Flash.”

Barry yelped as Damian suddenly appeared behind Barry.

After catching his breath, Barry turned around to Damian, frowned and asked, “Where the hell did you come from?”

Damian smirked and said, “Don’t be mad that you didn’t suspect my presence.” Damian patted Flash on the back and said, “Maybe if you are nice I can give you pointers on stealth.”

Barry rolled her eyes while Kara chuckled. 

“You have the stealth thing down Damian. I was barely able to detect your heartbeat which I am not sure if that is something I should be amazed or worry about,” said Kara. 

Damian smirked and said, “One day I will surprise you Supergirl.”

Kara smirked and said, “I look forward to the challenge.”

Damian turned to his father and asked, “Father, did Drake, Todd, or Grayson say when they will be here?”

Bruce nodded and said, “They just finished up a mission and will be here in about 15 minutes. Why?”

Damian smirked and said, “It will give Supergirl, Flash, and me a chance to talk about strategy. I see that you brought the heavy hitters with you, but I suggest you take the time we have to do the same.” Damian turned towards Kara and Flash and said, “Come. We have much to discuss.”

Diana and Oliver stared at the trio startled as Kara and Barry shrugged their shoulders and followed Damian out of the living room. 

Oliver turned to Bruce as with a raised eyebrow and said, “When you told me about this, you said it would be a nice game of paintball. Why do I have a feeling now that it will be something similar to war games?”

Bruce sighed and said, “Knowing Damian it is or it could be a dig at the fact that I have lost every game night since we started this about a month or two ago.”

Oliver bursted out laughing and asked, “Wait….you’re telling me….the great detective….hasn’t won anything yet. You can’t be serious.”

Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose and said, “Please don’t make me regret asking you to come tonight.”

Oliver wiped a tear from his eye and said, “I’m sorry. I just didn’t see that coming is all.”

Diana chuckled while patting Bruce on the back and said, “Don’t worry. We will make sure that this isn’t another losing streak for you.”

Bruce leaned back into his chair, sighed, and said, “I hope so.”

*****

Kara and Barry sat on Damian’s bed as they watched Damian go through his wardrobe in search of something.

 Barry yawned and asked, “So what is this secret strategy that you want to discuss so badly.”

Damian turned around and carried a box to his bed. He opened the box and smirked while looking at the contents inside.

Barry looked at Damian hesitantly and asked, “Whatever you have inside the box isn’t alive, is it?”

Damian scoffed and said, “You have an overactive imagination, Barry.” 

He looked back down in the box, grabbed two gift bags, and handed them to Barry and Kara.

While peeking inside the gift bag, Kara asked, “What are these for?”

Damian smirked and said, “To win, we need to show team spirit. I thought a good start of that was having a team uniform.”

Kara and Barry looked down at the gift bags in surprise. Each gift bag had several clothing items: a black shirt with the words “Worlds Finest” with their logos directly underneath it (Supergirl symbol, lightning symbol, and a bat symbol), a baseball hat with the same imagery as the t-shirt, black pants, and black gym shoes.

Barry looked back up at Damian shocked and said, “These are really nice. You didn’t have to go through all this trouble.”

Damian looked down while grabbing his uniform from the box and said, “I know I didn’t have to, but we should go in as a united front if doing this. It will help with morale.”

Barry and Kara turned to look at each other and smirked. 

Damian frowned and asked, “What is that look for?”

Kara smiled and said, “It is nice to see that you care is all. This is very sweet of you.”

Damian scowled and said, “It isn’t that big of a deal.”

Barry chuckled and said, “Dude, just take the compliment. I know that I will be wearing this a lot after today.”

Damian looked up surprised and asked, “Really?”

Kara chuckled and said, “Of course. I can’t wait to wear it and show it to Lena later.”

Damian looked down while rubbing the back of his neck and said, “I am glad that you guys like the items.”

Damian cleared his throat and said, “Anyways…” He walked over to his nightstand and grabbed out his laptop while Kara and Barry chuckled among themselves. They enjoyed seeing a little vulnerable side to Damian.

As Damian started typing on his laptop, he turned it towards the duo and said, “I found out that we will be playing in the bat cave. I went out and took photos in order to make a 3d rendering of the space. I thought we can discuss which spaces in the cave would give us the best advantage points.”

Barry raised an eyebrow and asked, “Isn’t this supposed to be just a friendly game between peers?”

Damian scowled and asked, “What rock have you been living under? This is a test to prove myself to Father that I can go back into the field. He is trying to make this extra difficult since he requested the assistance of Arrow and the Amazon princess.”

Barry sighed and asked, “Don’t you think you are being a tad bit overdramatic? The more likely reason why he asked Wonder Woman and Green Arrow here today is because Bruce got tired of being in last place all the time.”

Damian gave Barry a deadpan stare. 

Barry rolled his eyes and said, “Fine. If you really think this is some conspiracy of people being out to get you, what do you suggest our course of action is?”

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[glamour-quartz]

Sex Not Violence [ch 2]

[Buggy x Reader]

Summary: You arrive at Buggy's quarters, only slightly aware of what to expect.

Warnings: 18+, sex

A/N: *gestures vaguely* it's the boning chapter, idk. To be completely honest this was written mid-delirium. I wish I was joking.

Word Count: 2.7k

Prev.: Ch 1

You’re embarrassed to admit it, but if Mohji hadn’t come along and explained the situation to you after you short-circuited in the green room, you might have actually shown up to Buggy’s room in your full costume. Instead, you now stand upon the deck of the Big Top in your pajamas, freshly washed, face unpainted.

It’s a relief to notice that the butterflies have gone. Even with Mohji’s help, you’re a little blurry on the details but you have been reassured that death and torture, at least, do not await you. Your little stunt pissed Captain Buggy off, but it also made him feel… well, something other than rage or disappointment.

You find your way to his door, which opens as you approach. A disembodied hand is floating before you, beckoning you inside. You find the other hand hanging in the air inside the room, and for a moment you aren’t sure what to do with yourself. The hand in front of you plants itself firmly against your left shoulder and pushes you backwards, against the closing door. A small huff escapes your lips as the door clicks and the hand continues to push, pinning you almost painfully.

“You’re right on schedule. Good.” His voice, sounding almost tired, comes from directly to your right. You can just make him out as your eyes adjust to the darkness, sprawled lazily in a large armchair. His head is resting against a wrist and his hair is tied up in a single ponytail, and he is smiling . That same smile you witnessed earlier, the one that seemed so… genuine. You also notice, with a small squint, that his face is an absolute mess of grease paints. He hasn’t had time to clean himself up.

“Of course, Captain,” you start but are quickly quieted by a gloved finger against your lips, shushing you.

“It’s Buggy.”

Confusion crosses your face and he giggles, shakes his head.

“Tonight, it is just Buggy.”

“O-oh. Of course, Buggy.” You shift uncomfortably on your feet and both disembodied hands return to him as he stands, stretches, and moves towards his bed.

“Well?”

It takes you just a moment to realize he’s asking you to join him, and you feel your face flush. Mohji had explained, but had not gone into detail, and why hadn’t you paid closer attention? You knew what was going on, but your mind was still having trouble comprehending the situation. This is him , after all. Your fearsome Captain Buggy.

“Don’t make me wait,” there’s an edge to his voice that wasn’t there a moment ago and you snap to attention. His coat is pooled at his feet and his hands are lifting his shirt.

You take a deep breath and close the distance between you. You place a hand over one of his, causing him to pause. He raises an eyebrow but the corner of his mouth ticks upward slightly as you place both hands on his hips and push, turning him to face you and place the bed at his back.

It takes just a moment to gather your confidence, but as soon as you do, you slip your hands under the edge of his shirt and start tugging it upwards, removing it for him. He lets you, without a word, and you discard the striped top next to the other crumpled fabrics. Face-to-face with his bare chest, your breath catches in your throat. There are more scars than you anticipated, knowing that he can no longer be cut by any blade, and yet…’perfect’ is still the word that comes to mind.

He clears his throat and you come back to focus, lifting your gaze to his. He is watching you like a hawk, you can see the spark of tension behind his eyes. He isn’t exactly angry, right now, but the fire is there. Waiting for a wrong move. You’re determined not to bring out the rage. 

His lips part to speak and, in a quick motion, you place a finger to his mouth to shush him. It’s a risky move, but to your surprise he just smiles. You let your finger trail off his mouth and move your hand to the right, allowing yourself to caress down his arm. You remove one of his gloves, and then the other, adding them to the growing pile at your feet.

“Buggy,” you barely manage to croak out, unsure what it is you want to say. Your brain is starting to fog up and you’re worried that you’re going to black this out and be unable to recall it. Only a second passes before he’s snapping a finger in front of your eyes.

“Focus,” he hisses at you.

“Right,” you nod. Is he aware of your predicament, you wonder? It isn’t exactly a secret amongst the crew. You’re fully aware of the things they say behind your back or, in some cases, right to your front. You’re seen as unreliable, because you never know when your brain will zap out. Buggy may be the Flashy Fool, but you —you’re just the fool.

“ Focus, ” he tries again, and the sharp edge is definitely in his voice.

You center yourself with a deep breath, bite down on your lower lip, and place a palm flat against Buggy’s chest. Apologizing would probably not be the best idea, so you do the next best thing and push him backwards onto the bed. The slight huff of surprise that passes his lips is enough to lift the fog and you grin.

“That’s better,” he mutters as his hands —you hadn’t seen them detach— clamp down on your hips from behind and push. You land directly on top of him and his arms wrap around you, squeezing tightly. You may be in full control of yourself, but you realize very quickly that he is still in control of the situation.

His hands remain on your hips but his arms are gone from you all-too-quickly, stretched high above his head. You take in the sight of him, sprawled out under you, and as you start to push yourself up you take note that his hands are guiding you just slightly. You shift with the pressure of his palms and find yourself straddling his lap. He brings his arms down and he’s whole again, rubbing his palms along your thighs.

“Now,” he grins up at you. “Take off your shirt.”

You obey with a quickness you didn’t know you had in you. His hands run up your sides and you shiver slightly when fingers start pinching and rubbing at your nipples.

“Are we done, pet?”

You blink in confusion and look down at him. Done? Are we done ? The look on your face must be something special, because it elicits a giggle from him and he shakes his head.

“Are we done being… delicate?”

You’re trying to comprehend the question when he grunts and, before you have time to fully process what’s happening, you find yourself face-down on the bed. Buggy’s full weight is against your back with one arm around you, hand flattened against your belly button. You lift your head to look at him but you freeze when he bites down on your shoulder, roughly, causing something between a whimper and a moan from you.

He growls against your skin, sending another shiver up your spine. He buries his fingers in your hair and grabs a handful at your scalp, pulling firmly to lift your head towards him. You gasp and he takes advantage of your parted lips, covering them with his own. You can taste his hunger and it finally, finally awakens something deep within you.

You moan into him and reach one hand around, groping blindly, until you connect with his clothed thigh. You squeeze, dig your fingers into him in an attempt to pull him closer, and find yourself whimpering as he moves out of your reach. His lips are the last thing to leave you.

“That’s better,” he murmurs from behind you and lifts your hips from the bed, enough that he can make quick work of getting your pants off. An arm is between your thighs almost immediately, hand flat against your stomach as he lifts you onto your knees and pushes your shoulders to the mattress.

“ Stay .”

The order is simple, should be easy to obey, and yet you find yourself squirming as his hands leave your body. You begin to wonder what on earth he could be doing, when you feel a finger —slicked with lube— press against your hole. The squeak that escapes your throat is almost enough to embarrass you as he applies enough pressure to slip inside.

His movement is deliberate and it occurs to you that he’s probably going slowly for your own comfort, but your need for him is growing quickly. You whimper and start to move back against his hand. He stops you firmly, but you hear a quiet giggle escape into the night.

“Buggy,” you manage to gasp as he continues to move inside of you.

“Mhm?”

“ Fuck me .”

“Oho-? What’s that, pet?”

You whine into the mattress as he adds a second finger, just as slowly as the first.

“Fuck me, please .”

“Do you want me to hurt you?” If it weren’t for the deranged giggle that followed the question, you might think he sounded concerned for you. When you don’t answer clearly, a third finger is added to the mix —roughly enough that you yelp.

“Is that what you want , pet?”

“Yes, I don’t care, just fuck me ,” you manage to breathe out, surprising yourself.

The speed at which his cock replaces his fingers causes you to cry out, but you can’t really process the pain as his hands clamp onto your hips, fingernails digging into your skin. He does give you a moment to breathe, once he is firmly seated within you, but it’s over all-too-soon and he’s moving again. Each thrust is punctuated by fingers squeezing into your hips, holding you firmly in place. You try to contain your moans at first, but when his weight shifts to lay across your back and his teeth clamp firmly onto your shoulder, you give in.

His shift in position causes his cock to hit a particularly sensitive spot and you cry out louder. It seems to be an encouraging sound to him, as he slows for a moment to find it again. And again and again. Quick thrusts are replaced with more calculated ones and his teeth dig deeper into your flesh. The sensations are piling up and you’re not sure you can keep your mind together.

“Pet,” he pants against you, in between thrusts.

You want to answer him. You really do. When you try, though, you find yourself with nothing but cries and moans, drool puddling under your mouth. Your eyes clench shut and your hands, you realize, are balled so tightly that your fingernails are cutting into your palms.

“I ca-, I don-, I’m-,” you’re breathing heavily as you try to form one coherent sentence to warn him you’re about to erupt. Just one sentence.

“ Fuck ,” he groans as you’re coming undone beneath him, and you realize he is face-to-face with you. You can’t quite remember how that’s possible, but you don’t care as you bring one of your hands to tangle into his hair and draw him closer. His lips are on yours and he’s swallowing your moans as quickly as you give them up.

When the stars begin to explode behind your eyes, you bite down onto his lower lip and you think you might taste blood, but fuck if you care. Your whole body spasms and you clench around him as you come. He isn’t far behind —letting out a growl as he paints your insides. He doesn’t stop entirely, though, and you feel fingers lightly prying your mouth open. You whimper.

“Pe~et,” he calls out to you again, and you realize he is giggling wildly and has finally stopped thrusting into you. There are fingers dancing across your back, tapping to get your attention, but you’re struggling. When you fail to answer again he slowly draws himself out of you and you think you’ll collapse, but his arms are around you in an instant. 

You want to thank him, as he gently rolls you onto your back, but you’re not sure what for. You feel his palm on your cheek, feel his thumb rubbing across your lips lightly. You consider trying to ask him what he’s doing, but the thought is interrupted when he nibbles at your inner thigh. Your breath hitches and you open your eyes, staring straight up at the ceiling.

He nibbles again and again, the tiniest bites followed by sweet kisses, and you release the quietest moan of the evening. You feel his tongue between your legs and instinctively bring your hands to cover your face, pressing into your eyes. He’s having none of that, though, as his detached hands grip your wrists and gently push them to the mattress, above your head.

Your gaze hasn’t moved from the ceiling, but you’re absolutely positive that he is watching you intently as he devours you. He leaves both of your wrists in the grip of one hand, and the other comes to rest on your sternum, pushing on you just slightly. It’s a comfortable weight and you feel yourself curling into it as he continues to coax another orgasm out of you.

This one hits unexpectedly and differently, a quick shove over the edge and you’re spilling yourself into his mouth with a surprised cry. You don’t have a chance to warn him, but he doesn’t seem to care. His tongue laps at you for a few more breaths, gentle movements, and then his face comes into view above you.

He’s whole, again, holding himself up with arms planted on either side of your head. His pony tail slipped out at some point, and long blue hairs tickle at your shoulders. He’s an absolute fucking mess of smeared paints and bodily fluids but, you think, you probably are too. The thought causes the tiniest huff of a laugh and he tilts his head, studying your face.

His smile is prompt. He slowly bends his elbows, lowering his body until he’s resting all his weight comfortably —but carefully— atop you. His nose is pressing against yours as he watches you.

“There you are, pet,” he whispers.

“Mmf,” is about as much as you can manage before his mouth is on yours once again. There is no hunger, this time. No lust driving the kiss. It’s gentle and soft, and it brings your mind into clarity. Slightly horrifying clarity. Did you really, needily ask your Captain to fuck you? To hurt you? Him, the Genius Jester, the Flashy Fool, the man you admire most? You feel yourself begin to tense, first in the shoulders, and quickly everywhere else.

“Shh sh sh,” he whispers to you once more and shifts over to the side, making himself comfortable on the bed next to you. “You’re okay.”

“But wh-, uh, we, uh, I jus-...”

“I’ve seen the look in your eye, when your mind starts to go,” he sighs. “I’ve seen it so many times.” 

You aren’t sure you were meant to hear that last bit, as quietly as it had slipped past his tongue, so you keep your mouth closed and listen.

“I had an old friend who used to do that for me. Well, not quite that ,” he trails off for a moment, then grins at you. “No, not quite that. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so wanted before! So loved! Needed, even!” He grips at your shoulders and gives you a small, playful shake before continuing on. “I mean the sex , pet! It’s helped me keep a sharp mind for years. I thought… well, I saw the way your eye starts to twitch just before you go a little, you know, cuckoo , and I thought it might help you, too!”

The smile on his face is blinding, for lack of a better word, and you find that you can’t exactly argue with his logic. You are feeling better.

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[tiedyeflannels]

Adventure of a Lifetime

Kim Taehyung x reader

Chapter 5 | Masterlist

A/N: Hi! I think we're 1/3 or almost half of the way done with this series! Thank you for sticking around to see how this story unfolds and as always, I hope you enjoy!

“I don’t know what you’re talking about! These are great pictures,” Taehyung smiled.

“Absolutely not! I wasn’t even looking in this one,” I fought back as I looked through the pictures he had taken of me at the gardens and art gallery while we were in line, waiting for our turn to get on the carousel.

“You get the best pictures when you’re not looking. Just living in the moment,” he explained happily.

“Okay,” I said as I swiped through more pictures and wound up on a string of blurry ones.

“And what about these? Why are they blurry,” I asked, looking over at him.

He chuckled while looking over my shoulder, down at my phone.

“I was running away because you were chasing me when you remembered that I still had your phone after the art gallery.”

I playfully huffed as I kept swiping before landing on a blurry selfie of Taehyung looking down at the phone with a big smile.

We laughed at the silly image.

“Ooh! Go to the next one,” he said, placing his hand on my shoulder and pointing at the phone.

Doing as he said, I swiped to the next picture just to find yet another blurry image.

This time it’s a high selfie that showed me running after Taehyung with my arm extended, trying to catch him while we were laughing.

“You’re kidding me,” I laughed and continued to look through the picture before the carousel worker started to usher people onto the ride.

Putting my phone away, we walked through the gate and onto the ride. 

It looked beautiful. The lights at night gave it such a calming ambience, making everything on the carousel look like something out of a fantasy. I looked around the ride to see which seat I wanted to sit on.

Walking around, there were horses, bunnies, swans, carriage carts for two people.

You know.

The works.

But then my eyes fell upon a beautiful white horse with bows in its mane and intricate designs decorating the saddle.

I got excited at the sight of it and hurriedly started pushing Taehyung in that direction so no one else could get it.

“Come on! Come on! Hurry,” I rushed, making him chuckle and look back at me over his shoulder.

We finally got to the horse- no thanks to Taehyung- and I happily giggled as I threw my leg over to get on.

The carousel whirled to life and slowly started to turn, prompting me to take out my phone and open the camera. I looked back at Taehyung and hurriedly patted the animal seat next to me.

“Hurry! I wanna take a picture!”

“Okay, okay!”

I held up the phone as he settled on the seat.

Once he was ready and looking at the camera, I joyfully held up a peace sign as he held a cool pose with a peace sign over his right eye. I quickly snapped the picture and went to look at it when I realized something.

“You’re riding a tiger,” I exclaimed as I whipped my head to look at him and the tiger he was sitting on. 

He smiled and gently pet the top of its head before looking back at me.

“It suits me, doesn’t it,” he asked before he held up his hand and did a small “rawr” with the accompanying hand movement.

“Absolutely,” I said before we dissolved into a fit of laughter.

As we calmed down, I looked out at the crowd and smiled. I started happily waving at whoever I saw as the ride spun around.

“What are you doing,” Taehyung chuckled.

I looked over at him, but didn’t stop waving, “Waving! Isn’t that what we’re supposed to do while riding a carousel?” 

He shrugged and started to wave at the passersby with me.

After a few moments of looking at the people surrounding the ride, I spotted Y/s/n and Jeong-Gyu standing at the barrier.

“Guys,” I exclaimed as I happily waved at them, making them wave back.

Soon enough, the carousel started to slow down and stopped, letting us know that it was time to get off. I hopped off the horse, patting its head while I waited for Taehyung to get off of the tiger before stepping off the ride and walked out of the gate.

“So… how was it,” Taehyung asked as we walked over to where our siblings were.

“It was amazing! I haven't been on one since I was little. I’ve missed it,” I happily smiled at Taehyung, to which he reciprocated the smile.

We finally met up with the other two and started walking toward an open part of the park where we would get to see the fireworks better.

“How was the rest of your day, you guys,” Jeong-Gyu asked us.

We looked at each other, then back at Jeong-Gyu. “It was great,” we both answered at the same time.

I quietly chuckled as we stopped under a few trees, “It was wonderful! How was your day? How were the rides?”

“They were great! Jeong-Gyu looked like he was going to throw up when we went on the spinning ride,” Y/s/n answered, laughing at the way Jeong-Gyu rolled his eyes. 

“I thought I was going to die,” he exclaimed and they both started lightheartedly bickering.

We were laughing at the sight as a breeze shook the leaves on the trees, making my shiver slightly. I took my phone out from my back pocket and checked the time.

“8 o’clock. They should be starting soon,” I muttered under my breath, turning off my phone and tucking it into my back pocket once more. 

Another breeze raked through the trees prompting me to rub my arms to try to warm me up.

Just then, a whistle sound could be heard in the distance making all of us look at the sky right before a colorful explosion erupted in the sky.

‘Ooh’s and ‘aah’s could be heard in the crowd, everything a pretty firework lit up the sky.

As I continued to watch them, I almost forgot that I was cold, but soon I felt something drape over my shoulders effectively stopping the wind.

I looked down at the jacket then over to Taehyung, who just slid his hands into his back pockets and continued to watch the fireworks.

I smiled at his sweet gesture before going back to watching the fireworks and slightly pulling the jacket closer every time a breeze ran through.

“Oh guys! Let’s take a picture,” Y/s/n said and pulled out her phone so we could take a group selfie.

We all smiled at the camera when she counted down and took a picture as another firework lit up the night.

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[eddiernunson]

Trapped | Eddie Munson | Part 8 | 18+

[This isn't a very accurate title anymore but I don't know what else to call it?]

Prev Part | Master Post | Next Part

Paring: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 9.9k

Warnings: One mention of risky public sex, (sorry there's only one smut scene), there's about two total specific sentences that I wrote that I would consider cringey, but when I took them out it didn't have the same bite to it. All of my other chapters were meticulously edited. I barely skimmed this one. Apologies for that.

MINORS DNI

Authors note: I think this is the last smut scene I'll be presenting to you in this story, as we have caught up with canon. If any smut scene in the next Chapter it would be right before Hellfire, and I'm pretty sure I'm placing her in the game, making that the last time they see eachother before Chrissy is killed by Vecna. I just wanted to communicate I had a lot more intentions before catching up to the show, I wanted to establish more of a relationship with his band members, write a scene where Corroded Coffin performs, have far more scenes including Dustin (he's so fun to write), but I fear I was very ambitious as I had a hardcore schooling program in January and will pick it back up in March. I had so much fun writing this story, thank you to anyone has cared about it.

I'm sorry to inform you if you wish for me to change Eddie's ending, I don't think I will, which makes this chapter all the more tragic. It's interesting to write someone talking about their future when you know they won't have one.

My original plot points will cease and I will pick up with the main story line for now on. The only episode that has me remotely stumped is Dear Billy which is the only one Eddie doesn't feature in. I hope to bring the canon story line justice.

The last few days of December were spent filled to the brim with get togethers of in several different combinations of the members. Unbeknownst to you, Mike and Eleven had only had a few hours together alone for the entire holiday, creating a terribly irritable Mike in company leading to her departure. Nancy spent most of the time telling Mike off about his attitude until he let out his frustrations to her, and she was more forgiving.

In fact, she defended the two when berated about being ‘shut-ins’ from the rest of the group. Nancy would’ve loved to have the same problem as him, still frustrated at Johnathan for staying in California when she could hear Joyce encouraging him to go. Yet she extended a courtesy towards him all the same.

Unfortunately, this started a minor ridge in the two of them, Nancy refusing to start an argument during the holiday on the phone but when it hits January figuring it was too late. Isn’t that how resentments start.

In light of the New Year, El taking off back to California, basketball season beginning, exam season picking up, it felt like being thrown headfirst into an ice-cold lake after being at a nice warm campfire. Jarring, and borer-lining on illegal. Illegal might be too much, but why did they put exams after right after holiday?

The night before school had started again, you spent well into the night on the phone with Eddie, soft mumblings, both half a sleep and neither one of you wanting to hang up. What a stupid cliché, something the members of Corroded Coffin would make fun of him for, but Eddie has started to find a nice balance.

Morning of the first day back was riddled with the hustle and bustle of friends bragging about their presents and school announcements of upcoming dates for exams and college applications. You haven’t even started thinking about college, the future almost too much to bear. In the hallway, speaking with Eddie with Garreth, making fun of Josh for a stunt he pulled with his girlfriend that almost cost him their relationship, Ms. Kelley interrupts your conversation graciously.

“Sorry, gentlemen, Y/N. I was heading out of the office and they had asked me to send Eddie down to them,” she says gently, a method she uses her students which most of you find effective.

“Oh, uh. I haven’t-“ Eddie starts, a streak of decent behaviour having miraculously kept him out of the office.

“Don’t worry, you’re not in trouble.” She says, assuring him.

Eddie sighs, smiling at you and Garreth and trudging off to the office, not given any choice in the matter. “What do you think they want him for?” Garreth asks you, also stunned due to Eddie’s lack of spats with his teachers.

“Not a clue.”

-

Eddie walks into the front office for the first time since late October, inhaling as a heap of mild anxiety hits him. When he found himself in trouble for most of his highschool career, he instigated it. He would be bored out of his mind, wanting a little pizzazz to his afternoon, so he would get himself sent to the office.

Now, for the first time ever, he was sent when he knew he had done nothing wrong. Scheming to get his girlfriend in the custodian closet with him during the lunch period is not nothing but it’s not like he’s done it yet.  

“Oh, hello Edward.” One of the administrators greet him, and he finds himself under the knowledge of what it’s like to walk in the office as a normal student. There were no sneers, no eye rolls upon his entrance into the office. “Take a seat, Principal Higgins will call you in a moment.”

He sits on the opposite side of the delinquent chairs, a group of seats reserved for students who are sent and may have to wait an extended period. Sitting, staring, confuddled by the very moment that he has been brought to. “Edward.” Higgins walks out of his office, gesturing behind him to lead Eddie in. “Come on in.”

The first bell rings, and Eddie could hear one of the administrators start the morning Monday announcements as the office door closed behind him.

“Good morning, thanks for joining me for moment today.” He greets Eddie, and Eddie is sitting awkwardly, unsure how to behave when he wasn’t in any trouble. “I’m sure you’re very curious to why you’re in here, your track record has been exceeding expectations lately.”

He nods silently, clutching onto the arm chairs with both arms, looking around the office he had been in on numerous occasions. His Uncle had joined him once or twice, the talk of suspension, once the talk of an expulsion mentioned that had Wayne chewing him up that very night. It’s been long enough Eddie noticed the changes made in the office, a lighter green curtain that brought some light into it.

“I’ll get right onto it, then.” He fold his hands, in such a principal way. “As you recall, we had a discussion about your academic career and that this is your last chance to graduate here this September.” Eddie nodded, and the memory of Wayne immediately calling to request to be put on night shift flashes. “I had stated you only needed nine credits to complete the full 300 to graduate, meaning 3 classes. Incidentally, the same three classes you have been repeating.”

Eddie nods, and for the first time he’d rather be in class. Might have to do something with you being in his line of sight, but Spanish is turning out to be an interesting subject. “I am afraid I have some bad news.”

“Bad news?” Eddie asks, eyebrow raised and already afraid of what he might hear.

“I’m afraid we missed about 5 credits, the equlivalent of two classes.” Eddie’s face goes hard, his jaw locking. He was pissed, and for good reason. “I can see you didn’t like this news. Good news, one of the extra optional classes we now offer is Music Theory. Because of your good behaviour and increasing grades, we have decided to reward you with that being one of your classes. You passed band with flying colours, and a buddy of mine says your band isn’t too bad, so I figure you’d be okay in that class.”

Eddie wasn’t sure how to take this. He hasn’t been rewarded for anything academically since his youth. “I- thank you.” There wasn’t much he could add on top of this, but he knew he had said enough.

“Of course. Now your second class, there weren’t many options, and I’m sure you don’t need to take another science or math this close to graduating.” Higgins comments, and Eddie is confused when his principal almost starts looking like a normal person. Where’s the wolf in sheep’s clothing?

“I’m okay at math. No complaints there.” Eddie comments, and the sigh Higgins gives him leads to a flux in laughter.

“Edward. Eddie. I’m doing you a favour. One I think would be less antagonizing than World Geography is World Religion. No hellfire to study, but I think you’d find it more interesting.” Was that a joke. Did his principal just make a goddamn joke? About the name of his club? Eddie had to get out of there before the walls started caving in. “Sound good? Only two more classes after exams and I’ll see you on that stage. Right?”

Eddie is stunned, and nods vigorously, one thousand percent agreeing with this plan. He wonders how much differently this conversation would’ve gone had he not put in a goddamn effort. Fuck you.

“Uh. Anything else?” He asks, afraid for the third shoe to drop.

“No, that’ll be all. Keep up the good work, Munson. I look forward to handing you the diploma in May.”

It seems Eddie was dismissed only on social cues, the look of Mr. Higgins now bringing out some paper to peer over his glasses curiously. He slowly raises from the chair, and leaves the office for the first time with no consequences, and yet, it’s the least confident he’s ever felt.

-

Eddie entered the classroom about ten to fifteen minutes late, and you already had an inkling that the phone call Seniorita received had something to do with it, seeing as he wasn’t even acknowledged. You turned your head back to get a general consensus of his mood. How did it go? What did Higgins have to say? Were you about to have some words with your own principal?

The shrug he gives you mixed with a laughter, shaking his head tells you nothing and at the same time everything. Something happened.

It wasn’t until lunch when you found out after a class with Robin filled with passing notes and a biology class that drives you to later get a hold of Nancy and beg for her magic flashcards that you finally find out why Eddie had gone to the office for.

“So, you’re being rewarded?” You ask, taking a bite from the sandwich you have chosen for the day. “Damn. Must feel weird.”

“It does.” Eddie comments shifting as he snacks from his lunch box tin. “I mean, I’m also being punished because I was supposed to be done this semester and spend next one finding a damn job until I graduated, but more time with her.”

“That’s cute.” Robin, comments, sticking her tongue out at Nancy.

Nancy snickers, working over a few sheets of paper. “Nance? New expose on the realities of hard drinking?” You joke, just wanting to know what she had been working on.

“No, uh working on early admission applications. Me and Johnathan were talking about our plans for after high school and we found a school we both liked the programs for. I will make early admission for sure and I’m helping him write his college essay for it.” You gulp, looking at Eddie. Four months into your relationship, it wasn’t a conversation you had yet. Wasn’t even in your line of thought. Even around Christmas your mom was starting on your ass about looking at places to apply and it was too much to even think about.

Eddie leans into you. “Are you panicking, too?”

A sigh of relief escapes your mouth. “Yes. We haven’t even-”

“We’ll get to it.” That simmers down your own anxieties, but Eddie’s remain flared.

Lunch continues, and eventually Eddie is called to the Hellfire table. He asks if you want to join, but you decline, having a chance to ask Nancy for her flashcards. Work is mundane, not unusual. Steve sits on the counter cross legged, exuberantly helping out the women who walk in as ever. You take note he’s been going on more dates lately, and the have started to become increasingly shallow. Not that you judge, it’s more worry. Whatever Steve was looking for, whatever he had hoped to find, you weren’t sure he was going to find it.

“My love. You have a problem.” You mutter to him after he successfully gets a cute brunette’s phone number.

“Yeah, yeah. All it’ll take is one date and I’ll know. I’ll hop-skip this dopey cursed town with her and...get a damn van for all I care.” Steve mutters the end of his sentence mostly to himself than to you.

“A van?” You peer curiously, leaning on the counter next him as he tucks in the phone number into his vest pocket.

“Yeah. A van. Something stable.”

You squint at him, this new attitude of his being sent at a left field. Why was everyone suddenly so keen on discussing their future?

“What’s on your mind?” Steve asks you, leaning down to talk.

“Not much.” It’s a lie, and it was like you didn’t even attempt to sound genuine.

“She’s lying.” Robin pipes up, entering the front counter area. “I mean, you know that, but our girl has been in thought since lunch.”

“So, spill.” Steve states, as if spilling your guts was so easy.

You sigh, not wanting to get into it. “Suddenly everyone around me is talking about college, leaving town, their future. We haven’t even brought ours up yet, hell we only started saying the word Love last month. I’m not sure how to approach it. Should we be talking about college? Would I go to college, and he works here? Would we move in and shack up and he works where I choose to go? Would he resent for that, moving for me. How am I supposed to ask for his plans without sounding-I don’t know dumb or something.”

It was a load of questions off your chest, all of them having occurred to you after Eddie left the table, staring at him laughing obnoxiously. A boy who was just rewarded for improving behaviour in the office this morning now acting rowdy in the cafeteria. In the middle of your internal freakout Eddie glances over, knowing your common habit is to is leer after him. You don’t mind him catching you, especially when he gives you a saucy little wink in the middle of it like he did. You felt mildly guilty for not telling him about any of it but usually these anxieties need a channel to go through before reaching the source.

“That’s not even the tip of the iceberg.” You manage out, sighing as your head lands in your hands.

“Those are words you probably need to bring up with him, yeah?” Steve asks, pointing out the obvious.

“Almost like she needs someone to vent about it before she does.” Robin comments, pointing out an empathy link that Steve seemed to be missing.

“Well. Say it so, you still need to bring it up with him.” Steve states, and you wanna crawl in a hole from the pure fact that he was right.

-

It would be a lie to say that you were alone in this thought process. Eddie had been thinking through of the same thing, and Nancy’s mention of applications with your wide eyes had brought forth a looming thought he had middle of November. Maybe looming wouldn’t be the right word, but it sat there, the kind of thought that you’re not ready for so you set it aside for when it comes up.

It came up.

A quiet night while you were at work at the Munson’s, Eddie practising his bass in the living room as Wayne absentmindedly watches a rerun. Doesn’t bother him, he’s used to tuning out the loud music. The less he fights his nephew on, the more it matters when he has something to say. Eddie ends up messing the part he was attempting yet again, grunting in frustration and kicking over the nearest object.

Wayne finally turns down the volume to the tv and looks Eddie directly in the eyes. “Hey. What’s the matter, you’ve been stuck on this part for the last hour and I’ve heard you and your band perform this enough times to know it’s in your regular set list. What gives.”  

“Just not happening for me tonight, I guess.” Eddie puts his prized guitar aside, and rubs his eyes tiredly. Maybe he should’ve put a stop when he realized how doomed it was.

“No, that’s not it. When your hands aren’t co-operating it slides right off you like butter. You got some big news today, I’m not sure what that his to do with it. Edward. I don’t judge. Lord knows I’m not in much of a position in life to judge. Tell me what’s on your mind.”

“We got to talking about College and shit today, and she just looks at me, all wide-eyed and it occurs to her we haven’t talked about our futures together. I’ve been avoiding it, because, well, the inevitable.”

“Inevitable.” Wayne states, blinking.

“Yeah. That girl has a future much brighter than whatever the fuck I can give her. The moment she realizes what a loser I am outside of this school and how little I’ll be able to provide for her..it’ll destroy the two of us.” Eddie comments, and while Wayne is listening intentionally, he’s uncomfortable with how matter of fact he was stating it. “I figured about a month before graduation I’ll just end it to save us both the heartache.”

Wayne lets it sit in the air, dramatic and final. He gets up to grab a beer in the fridge, grabbing his nephew one as well. As soon as they both had a sip, their eyes on the tv, Wayne reaches out and gives Eddie a good smack on the head.

“Ow, Jesus, Wayne. What the hell?” Eddie complains, rubbing his head.

Wayne takes another sip, wiping his mouth. “That was the biggest load of bullshit I’ve ever heard, Edward. If you have decided for this long that you plan to break up with the girl for her sake, then break up with her! Don’t drag her along, that is unfair to her and to yourself.” Wayne pauses, taking another inhale of his cigarette. “And when you do, after this great speech of leaving her for her own good, which a gain, bullshit, you think she’ll just let you go? No. Be a man, son. Talk to her. Tell her you’re scared, because chances are, so is she.”

Just like that Eddie had is ass handed to him, and he realized about the same time you did there was a conversation needed about where both your heads are in regard to the future.

-

The next morning students were welcomed with a banner, asking students to recognize and congratulate their new basketball team captain, Jason Carver. You recognized him, didn’t mean you were necessarily going to enjoy doing so. Eddie had some deals to make that morning, backed up from lack of deals some students were able to make during the holiday when they were on vacation. Robin had morning band practise for the frequent prep rallies the band would be playing at, Nancy dealing with putting out fires in the newspaper. You would hang with Hellfire if it didn’t feel so odd without Eddie. Nothing against the club or it’s members, you knew Eddie liked their company for good reason.

It was early in the morning, you’re sat at your cafeteria table, listening to the Walkman you haven’t really used in two and a half years, mind filled to the brim with questions. You had started to write them down, wanting to get the ideas out of your head before approaching it to Eddie. Calm mind, calm conversation. You’d spent a good ten minutes on your list, still plenty of time before the school day started, even some of the teachers not having arrived yet, and your music stops in the middle of a sentence you were writing.

You look up at where you had laid your Walkman, and it’s still playing with no stereo. Your hand goes to the wire connected to your headphones and it leads you to the very mentioned, very infamous Jason Carver is stood at your table, holding the very wire you were looking for. You take off your headphones, flabbergasted at the sheer audacity that Jason must hold in his right pinky. “Hi, Jason. Can I help you.”

“You show up early most days, I figure I’d catch you alone one of these days.” Jason states, as if it’s not the creepiest thing you have heard. Jason has been slowly waiting since the day in October for you so he can corner you, alone.

That is stalker behaviour. When does he get the time? “That is terrifying Jason, and I’ll make sure to pass the news that you are a creep. I’m afraid to ask but what the hell do you want?”

Jason places his hands on his hips and it’s not nearly as charming as when Steve does it. “I wanted to make sure you know who you’re with, Y/N. You are not the type of girl who should be around him, getting involved in his cult, in his drugs, in his bullshit. I-I’m sure the bad boy type is fun for now, but come on. Use that brain of yours. It is not too late. You can still go.”

“Jason.” You attempt to start, and the whole thing is so loaded you barely know where. “I can make my own decision. I know you’re a captain, congrats. Just because you lead a group of sweaty boys on a court doesn’t mean you can be the playmaker out here. I decide who to spend my time with.” You smirk as you start packing, a thought that occurs that you don’t say for Jason’s sake.

“Why are you smiling? I’m trying to help you, here.” Jason seems frustrated, and if he were acting human you’d feel for him.

“You don’t want to know, bud.” You attempt to mend it, and hoping he’ll leave it at that.

“No. Why are you smiling?”

Fine, if he insists. “I was just thinking that maybe there are other girls in the school okay with their left labia being rubbed for thirty second and then asked if they came, which by the way, one of my exes is on your team and did just that. I’d rather someone who makes me squirt all over his bed several times in one night just for the hell of it, oh shit, I’m sorry, was that too much information? I want someone who cares about me, who loves me. So, if he gets a little culty, at least he doesn’t include me on it.” Your bag is packed, you swing it onto your back.

“Carver.” Oh, thank god.

“H-Harrington. How’s it going, man? Haven’t seen you since-”

“Yeah, no. Did you tell her that you have been waiting for a moment to get her alone? You realize how shitty that sounds, right?” Steve asks, having heard the conversation and wanting to give you a moment to stick up for yourself. “Leave her the fuck alone. Be glad I have a better temper than The Freak, because he didn’t get that reputation out of nothing.”

A large sigh of relief escapes your lips as Steve sits down next to you, making sure you were okay. You nod, a little shaken from the prospect of being border-line stalked. “I’m glad you don’t have a Chief Hopper to rat him out to because Hop would’ve had his head in a minute.”

“I’m still considering it.” Steve says, sentence muffled by picking at the skin on his thumb. “Eddie doing deals this morning?” You nod, still lightly shaken. “If it’s mostly jocks I wonder if it’s a coincidence.”

That hadn’t occurred to you, and now you’re more freaked out. Steve was kind enough to stay with you until the halls started filling out more, chatting with you about the brown hair girl who had accepted his offer for a date. He didn’t seem too overly excited about her, but you tended to be worried when he was.

“You okay if I go?” he asks as he gets up from your table, now surrounded by old students.

“Yeah. Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it. Well, you might want to mention it to Ed, but. You know. See you around.”

-

Sometimes, the starts seem to align no matter the chances. The very idea of both of you having discussions around mutual anxieties toward the future and the following day having the time to spend together to discuss seems too perfect. Nothing is ever perfect, and this discussion is about to be far from it.

The entire day at school had Eddie seething, gritted teeth as he suddenly felt dumb as to why all of the jocks needed something that morning. He had to beg up the ass from Rick to provide the necessities he needed to make the unbelievably hefty payday. He begged, hustled and got a good rotation going just for a complete creep to keep him occupied and get you cornered. Did he do his research and understand Robin had band practise and Nancy would be occupied on the newspaper?

How much did this prick try and use his social standing to get you alone and why did it matter?

Eddie was less inclined to beat the shit out of him and more annoyed, tired. Every time he managed to conclude his social standing wasn’t all that bad they pull some dumb ass stunt.

The two of you had made a plan to spend the night studying, and as an afterthought the both of you shared you had something you had wanted to talk about. Studying for your exams soon turned out to be a planned discussion of your futures when both of you wanted elaboration on what the other had to talk about.

So here you are, Eddie’s room. Some where you have been enough times to point, a point beaten to death by now, that it’s a home to you. Yet somehow the two of you are sat awkwardly on his bed like you were on his couch that fateful Friday night, like you had never seen his room before and he’d never experienced your kiss.

“So. I want you to tell me what’s in that pretty head of yours, then I’ll tell you what’s in this old nutcase’s head.” Eddie started, attempting to shift himself into a less stiff shape.

“A-alright,” you reluctantly agree, wondering if there was a particular reason he had insisted on going first. “Our relationship has been, words can’t describe, really. Never in any wildest dreams did I think that it would be this great. Reality being better than fantasy is my own personal jackpot. It couldn’t have gone any better than this.” You smile to yourself, and look up to him. Was that ..guilt on his face? You shake it off. “It’s weird, because discussing your future together after about four or so months together would be considered bizarre in normal high school relationships. I mean, it’s only four months. My parents have about 25 years on that, give or take. That’s just over 8 times as much. I always had a specific place in mind and I think I know what I want to study and it’s a generic enough subject to have some variety on where I may apply, and that’s enough to have options. I’m lucky to have those options. To have parents that guided me into a hard work ethic and able to decide where I want to go to school. That was everything to me, and suddenly it felt like too much. Where do I go? If I choose to go across the country, will you be joining me or would you stay in town? Is that too much to ask, for you to come with me? Is it too little that I am doubting that you would; because I can’t stand the thought of you more than Hawkins length away from me. Then I wonder, because when we started actually talking about your experience, you mentioned you thought you would wait until college. Does mean you have intentions on going one day? Or am I some egotistical bitch who doesn’t realize that you have huge dreams around Corroded Coffin and hope one day to open for Black Sabbath? I don’t know. Because this has never really come up before, in this extent. I want to. I want to know what your plans are. Maybe I can bend mine a little bit to be with you, if that’s alright with you.”

It was a lot for Eddie to digest, so to say. He would never admit it out loud, but he was astounded to how much thought you had given him in your future. You saw him. In fact, you saw him enough to wonder if he would take his music seriously, something he was considering, turning his cover/original song band into just original songs. It made what Eddie was about to say that much harder. He shifts in his chair, and he’s wondering how big of a bullet he’s about to bite. “As discussed, I won’t say anything, just share what I’m thinking.” He sighs, and it was harder than he was expecting. “I’m sharing this with you because Wayne thought it would be important.” A heavier sigh leaves his mouth, and you’re starting to worry. “I had this thought, and it was a kind of thought I tend to push aside until I’m ready to face it. I think it happened like two months ago.” He gulps, avoiding eye contact. “I had this thought, you’re too good for me. Too good to deserve the type of life I can provide for you. I mean, I could do an apprenticeship, if I have the grades. If I were to take Corroded Coffin on the road and put my heart into it, there’s a tiny ass chance would make it big, which is a whole nother level of heartbreak, being on the road everyday just for nothing to come out of it. I’m pretty much doomed to be a loser. I mean, three years as a senior doesn’t exactly say otherwise. I don’t want that kind of life for you. You don’t deserve it. You are going to do so much more, and be so much brighter than whatever hell I’ll give you. I figured before you find out the hard way”…you were already seething at this point, daring him to finish where you thought he was going with it, “I would us both a favour and end it before it got that far.”

This. Fucking. Asshole.

You just poured your fucking heart to him, rambling on about what possibilities you saw for your future together and he just admitted to planning on ending it before it even got that far? Is he fucking with you? The rage must’ve been clear on your face because when Eddie had finally made eye contact his eyes visibly widened, and went straight back to the floor. You get up, pacing back and forth along his room, trying to get your thoughts in place before responding.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Edward fucking Munson?” You inhale deeply, bringing your fingers spread on your forehead. “I had spent a good thirty minutes this morning attempting to get my head together in order to collect my thoughts so I can calmy and directly tell you how I see our future together. That’s what I thought this was. Talking about our future together.” You look off angry tears threatening to fall. “Turns out, you’re not willing to give it, to give us, the shot we deserve. You’re so fixated on thinking that you’re a loser, you’re willing to give away the very idea that we could be more than that, together.” You look him dead in the eye, having felt his eyes follow you around the room. “What’s more. You think you can decide who or what is good for me and my future. Thank you for the offer, but I can make my own decisions, or have you not been fucking a grown ass woman?” He winces, and you feel sorry.  “In my future, I’m with you. Until you decide you no longer love me. The idea of breaking up with someone because you love them, is bullshit. Don’t leave me because you’re scared. You should be running the other way, towards me. Have faith in me, in fucking us. In the idea of what we have is sacred, and worth holding onto.” You gulp, still furious he even had the idea to begin with, still, you walk over to sit down next to him. “I love you, but you’re a fucking idiot.”

Eddie gulps, and you can count on one hand you’ve seen him tear up before. He tries to blink the tears away, annoyed at himself. “You-you have that much faith in-in us?”

You half smile at him, understanding his true question. Did you have that much faith in him? “Eddie, you have no idea how much I think of you.” Tears threaten to fall down your face, and you almost start laughing at the different reasons for tears in this moment. “You brought me out of my shell, into someone that has the courage to drunkenly make out with her boyfriend at a big party, or maybe one day hook up in the custodian closet.”

The mist in Eddie’s eyes seem to dampen, and he raises his hand to frame your face delicately. “Am I that much of an idiot that I even considered letting you go?”

“You’re a full-fledged dumb ass.” You whisper to him, and you’re brought by his hand into a kiss, one full of emotion and unsaid resolution. You part into forehead to forehead, a sharp inhale from him as you rub his face with your thumbs, feeling his dimples appear as he smiles.

Emotional confessions into sex? Nah, you spent the night listening to music, Eddie playfully taking you through his music catalogue, explaining the politics and conspiracies of Black Metal/Heavy Rock albums. Couldn’t have gone any better than that.

-

Two days later you’re woken up by an unexpected honk outside your house. You peer outside your window, but you knew already who it was. The front door opens, and you’re curious to what can drive Eddie to use the key your mom had finally given him. You thought she was bluffing when she brought it up, but true to her word, now Eddie has a damn key to the house. If you didn’t know if she liked him then, now you did.

Eddie’s footsteps are heard coming up the stairs and within five minutes of hearing that initial horn Eddie is walking through the door, a look of despair on his face. “Ed?” You ask, tossing the blanket off you and shooting strait towards him. “Hey. Is everything okay?”

Eddie sighs, gulping. “I got a call around 3 in the morning, one of the other dealers in town, Benny, he also gets his supplies from him..um..Rick. Reefer Rick. He was arrested, police raided his house last night, someone sent an anonymous tip to the police, and they took it as word.”  

“Oh shit.” It might have been inappropriate, but it was your immediate reaction. “Oh my god, Ed. I’m so sorry. You okay?”

“I mean,” he sighs, his eyes shifting, avoiding eye contact with you, something you were sure he was doing to refuse the tears. “It sucks. Rick was, high. All the fucking time. I mean, he considered his heroes to be Cheech and Chong. Yet, he took over this area as the main supplier and ensured that what everyone received was safe. Before Rick, I didn’t have a sole supplier and sometimes I couldn’t guarantee what I was selling was safe. Which is shitty because I sell to highschoolers, well mostly anyway. I have loads of one-time buyers just trying for the first time.” Eddie pauses and looks at you with a sense of grief. “Shit, I’m gonna have to find a new dealer. Rick took me under his wing, made sure I was dealing for the right reasons, and taught me a lot about what I know now. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I shouldn’t have woken you up so early. I’ll go.”

“Hey, hey.” You didn’t even time yet, it was 4:15am. “I think you need some sleep. Come on, lie down.”

Eddie crawls into your bed, falling asleep within minutes. You put aside his jacket and boots, something you had to convince him to take off. You crawl in next to him, wrapping your arms around him as to comfort him.  

You were awake about three hours later to the sound of your alarm clock, Eddie barely even stirred. You waddle downstairs, grabbing cereal for some breakfast when your mom makes her way into the kitchen. “Morning sweetheart.”

“Hi mom. Um, just wanted to let you know-”

“I know. I saw his van.”

“He’s going through a hard time, a friend of his got arrested last night and he just needed someone to be with.” Your mom knows he deals. Even if you did decline to tell her, it’s not a town secret. He’s been arrested once or twice, also not a town secret. Wasn’t hard for your mom to put two and two together.

“Reefer Rick?” She asks delicately, putting the process of making her breakfast on hold. You almost ask how she knew, and she answers before you could. “It’s all over the news. There was a big raid of his house on Lover’s Lake. He’s being put to trial, but with the evidence they found it seems he’s going to prison.”

“Oh. That’s rough. Should I tell him, or let him find out through the news?” You ask her, clueless on how to help him.

Your mom offers her best word of advice, but in the end, Rick going to jail was always a possibility and those who deal are aware of the risks. It didn’t make it any less shitty. Both Eddie and Rick knew that Eddie woke up with a gloomy disposition, yet an aura of reluctant acceptance. What was he to do? His name was Reefer Rick, for crying out loud. Their ongoing joke was he wasn’t in prison, not yet at least. It was just odd the day had arrived when it did.

-

The odd news on weekend was met with in a left field on Monday morning, Mike walking up to the table where you, Steve, Robin, and Nancy were sat at the table, Nancy reaching into her bag to find her flashcards she had needed to dig up. As much as you were both students who tended to do well, she was in AP classes. Applying for college with your grades would be simple enough, but you were no Nancy. Her study notes were to die for, your saving grace.

As you were thanking her profusely you watch as Mike walks up to the table, his lankly stature hunched over. “Mike. Is something wrong?” You ask him, fingers playing with the flashcards.

Mike inhales, as if preparing himself. “Max broke up with Lucas last night. Usually I wouldn’t bother sharing, but Lucas is taking it a lot harder.”

“Oh, damn. Anything happen, or?” Steve asks, leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed. “I mean, she dropped him at the sound of a hat all summer. Won’t they be back together in like a week?” Steve doesn’t mean to be judgemental; he’s merely being observational.  

Nancy glared at Steve, the pointed under her brows in the are you kidding me kind. “They were inseparable at the beginning of the year. They definitely grew closer after last summer. Max breaking up with Lucas was just something she did. But they have been consistently together since September. Something is wrong.”

Mike agrees with her for once. “Yeah, he said she’s been acting off lately, but now she just shut him out. She’s in my chemistry class, I’m gonna try and talk to her, see if she’s ok.”

You leaned back in your chair, thinking about the number of times you have seen her around staring off into space or sitting in a corner by herself at a get together. Nancy sees the thought cross your face, in the way your eyebrows furrow, for only half a second. “Y/N, what? What’s on your mind?”

“Hmm?” You move your eyes around the table, all looking at you expectantly. “Uh…no, it’s probably nothing.” None of them were buying it, not enough to let it go. “Honestly, she’s been off since more noticeably since November. I wondered if I was just imagining things..maybe I should’ve said something.”

“You know Max. She’s stubborn. She wouldn’t have taken the help if you had offered it.” Nancy comforts you, and the collective group agrees with the sentiment.

Mike lurches himself off the table, rocking back and waddling awkwardly back to his table. “Yeah just passing the news. Lucas is pretty broken up about it, but now he’s on the basketball team so I guess he’ll just focus on that.”

“He’s on the team with that asshole?” You ask, fearful of the influence Jason had over his team and frankly, the rest of the school.

“I don’t know what he’s thinking.” Mike says, walking off, and the conversation is over with out a proper ending.

The bell rings, and before the four of you know it the cafeteria was crowded and filled to brim with students, Eddie coming to grab you as he headed to the final week of class right before finals, surprised Steve was still there. “Oh, you know me, sticking around to see you.” Steve jokes, and Nancy swats him away before he could be caught by a teacher and kicked out.

-

Finals come and go, and thanks to you and your meticulous study habits you had picked up from Nancy you managed to help Eddie get a C for the first time since his first attempt at passing grade 12. February had arrived and Valentines Day was right around the corner, wrapping the whole school in pink.

The gentlemen at Hellfire table made it clear that they had great disdain for the holiday, and you sat on Eddie’s lap as you both watch Peter tear it apart with amusement on both your parts. As you leaned back onto his chest, a smile sneaks its way onto your face, and you sneak a glance at Eddie before switching pack to watch Peter.

“What was that look?” Eddie says, leaning into your ear.

“They still have no idea who you are. Do they know you bought some roses for me from the school’s anonymous letter campaign, or are you gonna let Josh find out in third period for himself?” You ask him.

“As long as Peter doesn’t find out I joined the dark side.” He half jokes.

Eddie did buy you roses from the love letter campaign the school had done, only because you asked, practically begged him to. Problem is, he forgets you now share a class with Josh with the new semester and is dreadfully worried about you two gaining up on him. It was mere coincidence that you two were seated together, but it will be no coincidence in the daily roasting of him.

Unfortunately, with the new semester, came no classes with him. He still walks you to class when he can, but his first class isn’t until your third and his second one is right after lunch, so he gets basically the rest of the day to do what he or his uncle deems necessary. Considering you share a free period during his off hours you were excited to take advantage of the time with him.

When Valentine’s day rolls around, you arrive to school in a little skirt and some black knee high leather boots you were waiting for the perfect moment to break out. The afternoon hits, Eddie picks you up after your fourth period, having your fifth period with him free.  Eddie grabs you by the hand and leads you to your locker. You put away your books, staring oddly at him after he insists you had forgotten to put your bag away. You peer around your locker at him curiously but follow his suggestions anyway.

He starts walking down the hallway, leading you in a specific direction, but you can’t figure out to where he is leading you because it was not any clear way to a classroom, outside, or even the drama room.  The two of you stop and Eddie leans up against a seemingly random wall. “Do you trust me?” He asks looking down the hall both ways.

“Huh,” you ask, not sure if you heard him right.

“You trust me?” Eddie leans down, maintaining intentional eye contact with you, and you nod silently, wide eyes peering up at him.

Eddie gives you a mischievous smile, and you’re tugged into an open door you didn’t even notice him opening up behind his back. “What-what are we doing?” You ask already knowing the answer as Eddie hikes up one of your legs up to his hip and starts to work on your neck.

He turns around, making sure the door is closed and locking the room. In the custodian closet held a wooden shelf donated by the Wood Chop club. You leant up against it, watching your hot boyfriend close the door and turn on a small light.

Last week when you had asked Eddie if he could send flowers from the Anonymous Love Letter campaign at school because you’d appreciate it. He said it was fine, you just owed him a favour, which he could ask for at anytime. While a part of you was annoyed he’d asked for something in return, another part was thinking how hot he was as he told you, as if you weren’t given a choice in the matter. Your brain turned into goo, and it was impossible to deny it.

Eddie turns back around and lurches right back into nibbling on your neck. You lean into it for a moment and jerk back up when you remembered you were in a closet. “Wait, baby! Someone can walk in at any minute.”

“Not when the door’s locked, they can’t. C’mon, someone owes me a favour, remember?” Eddie says as you feel his nimble fingers travel slowly down the side of your hips and onto the fabric of your panties, you get the friction you can out of him but silently beg him to really touch you.

 Your stomach lurches at his sentence, but he goes around the fabric and rubbing your clit deeper and harder than before. Your breath becomes shallow as he stops and lets you answer. “You want me to fuck you in here because I owe you a favour?”

“No, I want you to fuck me in here because it’s Valentines Day and I love you, and what more exciting than a closet?” He pauses, and smirks at you. “Plus, you do owe me a favour.” You turn around, hiking up your ass against his hard cock, rubbing your barely clothed pussy against him. “Fuck, baby, you’re wet. You wanna fuck daddy in the closet, yeah? So everyone here knows when they smell it on you when you walk out?” Eddie’s words turned you on, your hips acting accordingly and doing a lap dance against his cock straining against his jeans. “So desperate for my cock, feel how wet she is, my poor baby. Do you need a cock in you?”

You wish he would shut up so you could actually bone, and at the same time hoped he would never stop talking to you like this. “Please fuck me, daddy.” You give in, the hot feeling in your pussy finally too much to ignore. The curiosity of the thrill and almost getting caught was even higher than at the restaurant.

“Has she been a good girl? Is it a good valentines day? Or was it a bad valentines day, princess?” He has his jeans and briefs off, bringing his dick out to be able to fuck you. You didn’t even have your own panties completely pushed aside yet, because it was not time for Eddie yet. You had a feeling if you had behaved well he’d take pity on you and be gentler.

“Good-good,” you stutter out when you realize he was waiting for a response as he stared at the outline of your pussy.

“Yeah, my good whore who thinks about my cock when I’m in all leather?” Eddie laughs, almost cruelly and steps back and you whimper at the prospect of his cock being not being even close to your entrance. You don’t have much time to mourn the loss, your boyfriend gently tugging on your hands to get on your knees. “I don’t think you have earned my cock yet, my love.”

He pushes his cock as far down your throat as you let it, nearly gagging the entire time. His cock is choking you so magnificently you choked back tears. He thrusts a few times, and you can feel the saliva gathering at the base. You feel Eddie’s hand guide you right up by the grip he had on your neck and he assist you on getting back up.

“Good girl?” You ask, suddenly desperate for his approval.

“Very good girl.” He assists you so you’re back on sitting on the shelf, panties still barely pushed aside, silently begging for some attention. He slips his hands under your skirt, sliding your panties down your legs. He takes it slow, moving down the entire length of your legs, watching as he moves the red lacey fabric and assists you in lifting your feet out.

You’re watching him as he takes a full look at the panties you had chosen to wear, crouched down at your feet and your roles are suddenly reversed, him at your feet. Eddie stares at the panties, brings them up to his nose and takes a deep inhale. Your mouth salivates at the sight, your heart pounding. “That scent, you, is intoxicating, sweetheart.” He said, moving his way back up face to face with you.

Your panties are slipped into his back pocket and you have a feeling you won’t see them again. He used to promise to give them back, but now he doesn’t bother. Where he keeps his collection, you still haven’t able to find them. You are lifted onto the shelf closest to your ass, your legs spread open so you’re openly exposed to him.

“I don’t think I can resist you any longer, sweetheart.” Eddie mutters, and you feel the head of his cock line up with your entrance.

You whimper as he finally makes his way into you, Eddie’s moans sounding like ecstasy in your ears as he revels in the feeling of your heat. “Holy shit, baby. So fucking perfect.”

You hike your legs up to curl around his hips tightly, clutching your thighs onto him. “Eddie, so good.”

Your breath hitches and you can catch it as Eddie’s dick reaches into the far depths of you. “Oh my girl you’re so wet. I told you you would like this, now didn’t I?” And while he sounds cocky you can hear the ragged breathing behind his words.

“I think you wanted it more than I do, Ed.” Voice shaky, but even he had to admit you had a point. For weeks Eddie would think about dragging you into a custodian closet while fucking into his fist, riding off the high of you riding him in a public restaurant, wanted something with a higher chance of getting caught. “I want to bend you over wherever I can.”

“Like your throne?” You ask, knowing since the first time you laid eyes on his dungeon master’s chair you had wanted him to have his way with you on it.

“Abso-fucking-lutely.” Eddie starts pounding into you harder at the very idea of it. “Need you to suck my dick under the table in the middle of a session-” Eddie groans in the middle of the sentence, getting himself off at very idea of it.

“You’re a horny ass mother fucker.” You comment, amused at how frantic he suddenly seemed.

“Can you blame me when I have the most fuckable girlfriend in the world?” Eddie gasps, his voice rough into your neck, and you’re hands clutching onto the fabric of his leather jacket.  

You start to get lost in it, forgetting the idea of anyone finding you when it’s interrupted by three knocks on the door. “Hello? Anyone in there?”

“I told you someone else was gonna have this idea.” Another, higher voice comments.

“Or it’s just locked so no one does it.” The voices are walking away, and you hide your face in Eddie’s neck, embarrassed.

“Fuck me.” You mutter, voice soft and you gasp in surprise when Eddie fucks into you, deeper.

“I already am.” Eddie thrusts continually, reveling in your slack jaw wide open against his jacket, and you’re gasping as he gains speed.

Turns out the interruption was the thing that got you both really going, the speed and the desperation going hand in hand as the feeling in the pit of your stomach starts to heat up. “Eddie keep doing that, please.”

“Yeah, my baby close? Did almost getting caught do it for ya, sweetheart?” He asks, his heart beating out of his chest at the slight interruption. “Shit, me too.”

“I’m so close, daddy. So fucking close. Keep going. Please.” Your hands are grasping at whatever you can hold onto, him, the shelf behind you, the shelf above you to keep your body from wiggling around pathetically. Besides, the two of you didn’t have room for it. “Hmm. Love you, keep going, please baby.”

“Love you so fucking much, you make me feel pathetic, my love.” He practically whines in your ear.

Eddie thrusts a final harsh thrust in you, and you can feel him filling you up. He stops, breathing heavily in your ear as you release your grip on his jacket, realizing you were holding onto him so tight your hand has grown sore in the constant tension. You finally regain your breath, your legs releasing their hold on his slutty little waist.

His pants are pulled up, smirking at you as he buckles them up. You only require moving your purple plaid skirt down your waist to properly cover you, smirking back him. “To prevent uh…leakage…may I have them back?” You ask attempting to slyly move your hand to his left pocket, often disguised by his black bandana.

“Nope. This is my trophy. I earned it.” He says, as if he was proud. “Don’t wipe your cunt, princess, make sure it stays nice and full.” He tells you as you start to awkwardly wipe at the excess.

“I get chocolates, too, right, baby?” You ask, holding his hand as the two of you make your way down the hall.

“Yes, baby. Let’s get you some chocolates after school for taking it like the good cum dumpster you are, my love.” Eddie smiles, and you spend the rest of your free period in the cafeteria.

As Eddie and you sit down to talk, he confesses his evil plan with his current big campaign and it’s just evil enough for you to laugh manically at the prospect of their great villain from the previous campaign making a big return. “Wasn’t he killed by Kas?”

“Sure was. Nothing better than a great comeback and destroying the campaign members.” Eddie smiles, leaning his chin on one hand. “I can’t wait for their reaction; I’ve had this planned for months. The buildup, each campaign at least in the room has been meticulously crafted for this.”

-

Beginning of March rolls around, and Eddie is ominously teasing his big finales repeatedly. Mike grows continuously more excited as his Christmas gift rolls around, going to California to visit Eleven, Will and Johnathan. For the entire week leading up to Spring Break he would excitedly bounce around when Eddie wasn’t there for him to annoy.

Lucas becomes distracted by the basketball, somehow managing to keep his worlds from colliding. He decidedly is done with being in the loser crowd, willing to let comments they make about Hellfire slide for a mere seat at their table. Max slinks to herself, being seen blasting music more often than she is seen talking to any of the group members, you included.

Nancy has been luckily accepted into the school she and Johnathan chose, him only being waitlisted. She finally, at the encouragement of you and Robin managed to ask him if he wanted to visit for spring break, but she didn’t give a clear answer to why he couldn’t make it, he just couldn’t. You had pressed her to talk about it further, Nancy refused to admit there was anything bothering her.

You and Eddie were looking forward to the upcoming spring break, wanting do nothing but lie in bed with him for the final break before things got crazy with workloads gaining more heavy and your acceptance letters about to be sent out.

Robin has seemed to fall even harder for Vickie, having now spent all her days next to her on the bleachers yet barely able to say any words to her. Steve and you had made fun of her together out of love, and Steve is completely convinced after playing Vickie’s return of Fast Times that there’s a chance it could be mutual.

Unfortunately Steve’s dating life has gained even more desperation, barely any dates going past date 1 and he seems to have found a problem with all of them, despite his initial reactions of them being perfect.

Dustin has somehow grown more neurotic over time, and you watch slowly as Eddie gains jealousy in Dustin and Steve’s friendship. Mostly, he just wanted to be included. Did he not adopt Dustin as well? (You were very tempted to tell Dustin Eddie was wriggling in desperation on how close they were.) He and Susie were still going on strong, but tried to sneak around her father’s strict rules.

Finally as the morning of the Friday before break happens, all the teachers are packed in the parking lot leading everyone to the gym. Eddie has the luxury of sleeping in until second period, and a school pep rally to cheer on the basketball team sounded like hell to him. You pull in, barely any room to park, and every student makes their way to the gym.

You weren’t ready to cheer on Jason, but you would support Lucas, as he was doing his best to escape the trenches of bench warming. “Henderson!” You call out to Dustin, having saved a seat for them. “You’re later than normal.”

“Took longer for Susie to crack the code than we thought. Eddie won’t-”

“Eddie? Pep rally? He’ll be here later.” You comment, and Mike squeezes his way in between you, Max right next to him.

“Why are we here again?” Mike asks, sitting as he waits for the band to start playing.

“You’re cheering on a friend.” Dustin reminds him.

Principal Higgins kicks off the prep rally, inviting the cheerleaders to start their routine on the gym floor. All you could think about to get you through was seeing your boyfriend after second period and the break you’re about to have for the next week.

At least, that’s what you thought was about to happen.

Before your world went to shit.

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