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[cheriladycl01]

I loved Lando x Actress reader. Can I have Lando x singer reader? Thank uuuuu 🫶🏻

Sing your heart out because he ripped your heart out! Lando Norris x Singer! Reader

Plot: You are a famous singer who was in a pretty toxic relationship and have been single and 'off the grid' for 2 years since your breakup. You come back online dropping a new album that gets people stirred from the tea but the tease at your new relationship.

Credit to quadrantslandonorris for the GIF

"Today here on Off Camera with me Sam Jones we have Y/N Y/L/N here to talk about everything, from her new albums and songs, to her hiatus, to her sightings, to her relationships" he smiles looking over at you.

"Thank you for having me, it feels great being back and you know talking and meeting new people and I've always wanted to be on a podcast like this so I'm very excited!" you smile and get comfier into the nice seats you guys are in.

"So i think we've got to ask how are you feeling after your time away from the media?"

"So refreshed it was really healing to take myself away from everything. I think a lot of things were being said about me when I first deactivated everything. A lot of them being outright lies, and you know I didn't want to be aware of what people were saying... naturally" you starts and he nods for you to continue.

"But everyday I'd have my friends coming to me saying... have you seen what Taylor Swift has tweeted about you, have you seen what Beyonce and RiRi said. And I'd be like no and I don't even want to know. But when she showed me the love I was getting from all of these amazing people I've worked and collabed with over the years, movie stars who I've walked red carpets with and been in cameos of their movies, models who I've walked runways with all sticking up for me saying how they couldn't imagine anything said about my relationship to be true" you explain and he nods again.

"Yeah, it was actually really moving seeing all these people coming together for you in support! I think even after what certain people said about you the large majority had your back..." he admits to you.

"Yeah, I mean i have some great friends in the industry that you know would message me and always check up on me, so its nice to know that I have people in my corner, after everything that happened!"

"Yeah of course, and I think your new album really shows your raw emotions and I think a lot of people have easily related. So lets go through the album, we have Vicious, which talks about obviously Y/E/B and the emotional scars he's left on you. One of my personal faves is 'bet u wanna' where you talk about being mistreated in relationship and calling it off only for them to want you back. Nonsense which obviously has made your fans go stir crazy- wondering whose got you feeling this way. Bad for Business which obviously has a similar tune to Nonsense in whoever you are talking about, and may i just say people will listen to the happy songs because they are incredible! But talk us through the creative process and how your time away released all of these on the album and more!"

"I think, when you go through something like i did. Where you don't necessarily see and end you have these raw emotions that just tend to write themselves on the paper. I had many nights where I'd be sat in the studio hair pulled back, a massive slice of Pizza on my left and a bottle of water on the other and it would honestly just write itself. There were some nights where I'd just cry and sit there. I think things really sped up when I met my current partner" you blush, thinking how much that silly vroom vroom man had helped you.

"Who is he, and how did he help, how did you both meet if you can tell us!" he asks leaning back a little.

"Well, I'm currently dating F1 driver Lando Norris which when this podcast airs and sure will be a shock to everyone. We met when I was in a really weird patch. I think it had been about 8 months I want to say of being single and dealing through my grief and not really knowing what to do with myself. My ex of 5 years was now dating and having a child with the girl he cheated on me with, and honestly I was a mess. My dad decided to take me to a race, it was the one in Austin, we had paddock passes and that's where I met him" you grin thinking back to the day.

*Flashback*

You were at the Circuit of the Americas for race weekend, you were tucked behind your dad who had found some mechanics he was animatedly talking too. Your dad always had a real love for cars, and when you'd made it as a musician you brought him and your mother a larger house with a big garage for a car collection you'd help him grow.

"Damn you've got loads man. How's your girl affording all of this?" the mechanic asks not having seen you as you were wearing both sunglasses and a Ferrari cap.

"I have a ... lucrative job" you croak out a little, if you were being honest with yourself this was probably the first interaction you'd had with a stranger in months, even just any human at that as your contact had been very limited over the past 8 months even to friends and family.

"Ahhh, so what's your fav car in the collection Mr Y/L/N?" the mechanic asks, and some nods from his pals also tells you guys that their interested.

"Oo that's hard it's got to be a toss up between my Mclaren 650S, the Ferrari F8 Spider, or my Rolls Royce Ghost" your father admits trying to think to his collection.

"Not the Porsche?" knowing you'd got that for him for his 50th.

"Mmmmm I forgot about the Porsche" he admits with a chuckle. The mechanics just all looked very shocked at the sheer amount of cars your dad has in his collection.

"Give me a second, I want to see if I can get you guys a garage pass upgrade. I bet you'll want to check out the car's yeah?" he asks making your dad nod very quickly.

You pull your glasses off to give them a wipe as the heat was making them fog up a little and the mechanic gasps, you cock your head realizing he's recognized you.

He scurries of, running back to the Aston Martin garage, he tells all of his friends but says to keep it quiet as he could tell you'd been going through it. Aston Martin didn't have any passes left, so he went to the other garages begging to give you a pass.

"Who did you say was here?" Lando had asked from beside his team mate Daniel Ricciardo.

"Y/N Y/L/N but don't make it public knowledge she's clearly just here to watch the race with her car enthusiast dad. Who did you know owns over 10 super cars that Y/N has brought for him, he was telling me all about his Ferrari" the mechanic starts to ramble before Lando gets him to stop.

"Take me to her, and I'll give her the pass" Lando had offered, wanting to meet you, it wasn't uncommon knowledge that he liked both you and Taylor Swift and had even DJed some of your 'nightcore' remixes.

"Okay! Okay come with me" the young mechanic said, darting of making Lando run after him asking him to slow down a little.

"Hello, this is a Mclaren Driver he's ..." the mechanic starts before you offer him a small small.

"I know who he is Dean, thank you for introducing us" you smile, and he grins at you. You and your father get handed the passes and your walking back to Mclaren at Lando's side.

He was attractive and most certainly your type. He had that goofiness about him that had you laughing for what felt like the first time in 3 years. Yet a seriousness and passion for his sport when talking to you and your dad about the car he was more than happy to show off to you.

"So you'll only be cheering for me right?" Lando flirts as your dad introduced himself to Daniel Ricciardo and Zac Brown.

"I think that depends Mr Norris, are you going to give me a cheer worthy race?" you question looking up him. His face lights up and a big grin comes onto his face.

"Always, you'll see the Papaya on a podium today I'm sure of it!" he offers and you smirk.

"You get that podium and I'll take you out afterwards"

"On like a date?" he asks a little cautious with his tone.

"Yes a date" you nod and his face lights up.

"Yeah alright, your on" he smirks, he turns away to get ready for his race, but turns back placing a cheeky kiss on your cheek making it your turn to blush.

True to his word, Lando came second on Sunday. You took him out on your guy's first date and the rest is history.

*Back to the podcast*

"Wow, that really is such a beautiful story. And from how you talk about him we can tell that you are really happy" he smiles genuinely.

"I don't think I've ever felt so secure with a person. I think it's safe to say I've found my person. I went through a lot with Y/E/B and Lando has helped me overcome a lot of the trauma from that relationship, and I cannot thank him enough for how patient, caring and loving he has been for the past year" you smile, before turning your gaze to the side to look at a teary Lando who had come to the podcast with you, you were scared and didn't want to go alone.

"Well I think it's safe to say we are all so happy you are back, thriving making music and doing what you do best!" he smiles.

After that your asked a few more questions which you happily talk through and answer, before it's wrapped up and time to leave.

"How was that baby?" he asks knowing this was your first media thing to help ease you back into that 'lime-light' life.

"It felt good to just vent, and talk about everything" you smiled at him. It was truly healing for your soul.

"I love you so much, and I'm so proud of you for today!" he grins at you, pulling you in for a kiss. He holds you close, while another hand travels up to caress the side of your face.

"I love you most, which is why I need you to help me announce the 2023 tour... and my new album!" you grin, and he grins back.

"What are they called?" he mumbles into your neck that he'd found retirement in.

"The Grid!" you grin, Lando didn't know but you planned your next tour for 2023 around the 2023 races.

"Hmmm and what does that entail" he smirks.

"Well, I'll get to come to every race weekend with you this year, my tour is roughly going to follow the races. I'll venture out as well when you have breaks and stuff but I don't want to be away from you for too long, and I want to get back on the scene. I'm ready!" you admit and he smiles at you softly before lifting you up into a huge bear hug.

"Did i mention how much I love you?" he asks.

"Every day Lan, every day" you smile at him, pulling him in for another bruising kiss.

It was safe to say, that even though you'd been treated like shit in the past, Lando Norris was the love of your life. Your soulmate that held the other end of the invisible string that had kept tugging you both closer together.

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[neuvistar]

LUST WITHIN.

— featuring ┊jing yuan, dan heng, gepard x f!reader (all separate)

— warnings / content warnings ┊cw: pregnancy sex, mentions of pregnancy, not proofread, they’re so gentle w u foreals! somewhat!, slight titsucking oop, dirty talk, slight slightttt vaginal fingering, u were just feeling a lil horny guys dw abt it, use of nicknames, overall suggestive content | 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

— a/n ┊hihi! i had like a few brain farts n i was working on like 3 fics at the same time that wasn’t a good idea but well i was half asleep while writing this so it’s kinda messy + i still have a lot of drafts so some requests might come in late whoopsies pls b patient

✦ JING YUAN

“i’m gonna get you pregnant, sweetheart.”

you stared at him in disbelief, eyes travelling down to your huge belly and then back to his gaze, tilting your head. “.. but i’m already—“

“twins, angel. i’ll give you twins.”

jing yuan tried his hardest to hold himself back, he loved just how sensitive you were.. squirming underneath him as you flinched at the most slightest touch from him, the tips of his fingers running up your back as you felt your legs shake every slam of his hips. you gasped at the feeling of his thrusts gently rubbing against your walls, careful not to hurt you or cause any discomfort. you were desperate for him, he knew that. jing yuan kept your knees pinned on the mattress licking his lips at the sight of his cum seeping out of your drenched cunt, savouring in the feeling of your insides pulsing around him. a white ring was glazed around his cock, not wasting any time to interest two fingers inside.

“yeah.. you like it when i fuck you like this, angel? look at you.. you’re creamin’ all over my cock sweetheart..” he was absolutely drenched in sweat, his bangs sticking to his face as he pushed your hair away from your face. “let me see you, dove. let me see just how well i fuck you.” your pussy throbbed at his words, choked moans leaving your throat as you could almost feel every inch of his dick inside of you. he was so careful with you.. the tip of his cock kissing your cervix at every thrust he gave you, deep and loving. jing yuan brought a hand to your belly, gently smoothing the fabric over it as his thumb drifted over your belly button. “m’ gonna give you another, dove. this pretty pussy is too good for me to waste just like that, right?”

he grunted as your cunt clenched around him again, feeling your warmness around him. he absolutely lost it, groaning once more before picking up the speed of his thrusts, bringing his large hand to squeeze your throat, the other finding itself on your waist. “fuck.. good, good girl. such a good girl baby.. takin’ my cock so well.” his touch.. drove you absolutely crazy. you were pregnant, you were a lot more sensitive than usual and that didn’t make it any better.. your mouth hung open in pleasure, you were losing your mind over how much pleasure your dearest husband was giving you. at this point, he might ruin you instead of giving you another baby.

✦ DAN HENG

honestly dan heng refused to the idea at first, not because he didn’t want to but instead he didn’t want to cause you any discomfort, he didn’t want to hurt you. but how could he say no to you when you’re tugging at his clothes like that, eyes filled with lust begging for him to fuck you.. cute little nipples poking out of your shirt as they rubbed against his arm. fuck. he really couldn’t say no to you. dan heng rammed his hips against yours, what were you doing to him? he was getting desperate, desperate at the thought of filling you up once more. once you clenched around him for the first time, he almost came immediately. he really can’t restrain himself whenever he’s with you, determined to fill you up with his load until he was absolutely sure you would bear another child.

your entire body throbbed with the immense heat and lust, each whimper that left your lips were like music to his ears, he wanted more. he wanted to hear you cry out his name. a low breathy sigh erupted from his throat, his lips now on your neck, kissing and nibbling roughly as his kisses on your neck were filled with lust and heat you hadn’t felt in so long. you inhaled sharply, running your fingers through his hair, tugging at it gently. you arched your back slightly at how deep he was inside your cunt, stretching you out more than he should. “d—dan heng.. s’ good..” you were nearing your orgasm, yanking his hair more roughly now. he caressed your stomach ever so gently with his palm, a string of saliva following his lips, connected from your neck marking you just where he wanted.

his fingers sink onto the flesh of your hips, kissing the shell of your ear as he came, his cum painting your cunt white. the overwhelming pleasure was flowing through every part of your body, but you still.. wanted more than you got. dan heng watches your his cum leave your pussy, curling his fingers inside your cunt as he still kept himself inside you, thrusting his hips against yours again as an attempt to shove his load back inside. he couldn’t help but chuckle. “sorry, it was about to make a huge mess. can’t be having that now, can we?”

✦ GEPARD

gepard had his hands on your overstimulated breasts, his mouth watering at the sight of it. he prayed to every star in the sky, thanking every single one, thanking them for letting him marry such a beautiful woman like you. just look at you, all laid out on the bed with your huge belly there for him to see.. wet cunt displayed for him as well, his cum making a huge mess on the mattress. gepard sucked on your sensitive nipples, the warmth of his mouth had your eyes rolling to the back of your head, cumming yourself as it added to the mess on the mattress. he knew how to make you feel good, he knew just how to pinpoint your weak spots. he sucked and lapped at your nipple, then did the same to the other. he brought his hand down to fuck you with his fingers, plunging his digits into your drooling wet cunt as he curled it almost immediately, thrusting into the sweetest spots inside. “you’re incredible princess,” he mumbled against your skin, licking his lips. “you’ll have me wrapped around your finger at this rate.”

that was all that left his mouth before giving your lips a quick peck as he grabbed your hips, pounding into you until the tip reached and brushed against your deepest areas, a red hue on his cheeks as his hands spreads the fat of your ass, throwing his head back at how good you felt. you felt as if you were already so so full, his huge cock brushed against the sweetest areas as gepard fucks you deep, deep as ever. the blonde could feel just how tight your walls clenched around him each gentle pound, gripping your hips and angled your body a certain angle. your nails scratched against his back. the bed creaked as he hissed, teeth clenched as a few swear words slipped from his lips. he intertwined his fingers with yours, his panting increasing as his chest heaved up and down burying his face in your shoulder, a loud yet cute moan leaving his lips. “you feel so good princess.. mm.. you want another baby? i’ll.. i’ll give you one. i’m sure of it..—“

oh yeah. gepard is most definitely gonna give you another baby.

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[blackhairedjjun]

ghosting - c.bg

pairing: choi beomgyu x gn reader | genre / tropes: angst with a happy ending, some misunderstanding, friends to lovers | word count: 683 | warnings: fighting / arguing, one (1) f word

part of my 300 followers event (event masterlist)

prompt - HEAT: while engaged in a passionate argument with one another, sender, in the heat of the moment, blurts out “i love you!” to the receiver. think of like, that glorious trope where people have a huge argument and then suddenly sb drops the mic with “because i’m in love with you!” and silences the other person. u know the trope! (requested by @my313)

author's notes: hello evie! this is such a delightfully dramatic trope and honestly i'd love more opportunities to write for beomgyu hehe, so i'm glad you sent this in! i hope you enjoy!

“come on, y/n! i never took you for the ghosting type!”

beomgyu sounds more pained than angry when he yells at you. his voice is strained, and you can practically hear the sob caught in his throat in between words. it’s too much for you to bear, so you screw your eyes shut and force yourself to look away from him.

if you look straight at him and see his eyes about to well with tears, you won’t be able to take it.

“i’m not trying to ghost you!” you say, voice shaking. “i just think一 we’ve gotten too dependent一 fuck, is it unreasonable for me to ask for more space?!”

“but you never asked, y/n.” beomgyu’s lip quivers. “you never asked for more space! if you asked i would have given you space. but you just... left!”

“i didn’t just leave! i told you every time, i don’t want to go out and keep seeing you!”

you turn to look at him 一 big mistake. tears are starting to spill down beomgyu’s cheeks, and you can feel your own starting to sting at the corner of your eyes.

“but why?! why do you want to stop seeing me?! did i do anything wrong? why won’t you...”

he lets the question trail off. he stumbles to the wall, leaning on it for support, his gaze at the floor as he tries to hide his tears.

exhaustion hits you and you fall to the floor yourself, ending up seated with your legs folded underneath you.

part of you didn’t want to distance yourself from him. when your long-time best friend started showering you with affection 一 sticking even closer to you at hangouts, giving you little gifts, playing songs for you on his guitar 一 you welcomed the change, and you found your heart beating faster around him. but a strange nervousness started to wrap itself around you, and questions swarmed your thoughts: was beomgyu always like this? did you always feel this way about him? what did it all mean for your friendship?

the questions were too much, and you did the first thing that came to mind: you ran away and shut him out.

now you face the consequences for it. beomgyu leans against the wall of your apartment trying not to fall apart, and you are weighed down on the floor, the questions ringing too loudly in your mind for you to ignore.

he raises his voice again. “wh-what are you so scared of, y/n? why are you so scared of me now?”

“i’m scared that i’m in love with you!”

your hand clasps against your mouth right after the words spill out. you’re trembling. the questions change into emotions: shame, fear, uncertainty. they weight down on you so heavily that you can’t lift your body to stand up.

nice going, you think. i ruined everything.

beomgyu crawls over to you and clasps your hands in his trembling ones. your eyes meet, and by some miracle you don’t feel like crying.

“are... are you crazy?” he says.

“i...”

“i’m in love with you, y/n. all the gifts... the songs...”

“i know. i just... i didn’t know how to handle it一”

beomgyu moves even closer to you, your hands still in his. both of you are trembling too much but you can tell that a new energy has taken over him, from the way his eyes shine.

“why did you run away?”

“i...” you bite your lip. “i don’t know how to love you, gyu...”

he lets out a long, breathy laugh, and the tension in the room evaporates. “honestly, i don’t know how to love you either.”

“i’m sorry, gyu... i’m so, so sorry... i shouldn’t...”

his arms are around you and you breathe in his familiar scent. your heartbeat starts to slow, and the world stops spinning; in his arms, the puzzle pieces of your emotions start to fall into place.

“can we work on this together?” he whispers.

you nod with your head in his chest, and he runs a hand through your hair.

“together.”

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[xhoneygirlxx]

Fool For You

Dad!Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

summary: Life as a single dad but life is about to get way harder when Steve falls for his son's teacher.

warnings: fluff. slight angst: mentions of steve's childhood. steve is sad over his son's first day of school. No pronouns are used for reader but they're described to wearing fem clothing. Steve compares reader to Miss Honey from Matilda. Readers skin tone/ethnicity is not mentioned. fic is set in 91 (let's pretend Matilda had already come out by then). meet cute. mentions of being a single parent. Steve's son is named Danny. ending is rushed lmao lets pretend it's not. bad writing/grammar errors. Not proofread!! 18+ plus only, MDNI

*If I missed anything lmk!

a/n: Awe my beautiful lovies!!! we are halfway done with my wonderful birthday week :( I just want to thank each and every one of you for supporting me and showing me nonstop love. I love each and everyone of you so dearly!!!! I also wanna apologize for the late upload! I hope you guys can forgive me!

Maybe I’m crazy, but it’s hard to ignore you

And I can’t wrap my head around it, but it feels

Oh, like I loved you before.

Being back in the hallways of Hawkins Elementary felt odd. Everything has stayed the same since the last time Steve went there, the paint of the walls, the decorations, even the smell was all the same. It smelled like a chilly autumn morning and books, innocence and childhood - a smell he didn't even realize he missed so much until he entered the building.

The cinder block lined walls hold memories, locking them in place until the end of time. Now his son's will be there along with them, a new generation of the Harrington family ready to leave their mark.

Walking hand and hand with Danny, Steve feels every single emotion any parent would on their child's first day. It's bittersweet, stinging him right through the heart with sadness and patching itself up with a sense of excitement. Danny on the other hand is a ball of energy, bouncing with every step he takes, like he always does.

The small boy is nothing but big smiles, eyes darting everywhere as he takes in the new environment. His Ninja Turtle backpack is comically bigger than him, flopping off of the backs of his knees with every step he takes.

As he looks down at his son, who looks just like him at that age, a big rush of adoration falls onto the older man. Over the short five years that Steve became a dad, he's learned that you can fall in love with your baby all over again just like the first time you held them. Steve is always amazed by Danny and the amount of love that runs through his veins for the small boy, but sometimes you need a little refresher like right now.

"You excited to meet your new teacher, Danny?" Steve swings the small boys arm causing him to giggle.

Nodding his chestnut hair, he looks up at his father with wide eyes. "M'cited dad."

"You gonna make lots of friends?" Steve isn't sure if this question is appropriate but a part of him worries about his son's ability to make new friends, since Steve is the only one out of his friends that has a child.

"I fink so but they hav' to like tourtles." Danny isn't really bothered by the question too much, not when he's too focused on the bright decorations that stick all over the walls.

"Turtles, Dan." It comes out in a chuckle. Even though Steve always corrects his son on the word, he's still a sucker for the way he says it.

Making it to the end of the hall, they stop at the wooden door with the numbers 206 written over them. The memory of Steve's kindergarten years creep into his mind as they stand there, flashbacks of him holding his mom's hand as wet tears streamed down his face. He wonders if his mother remembers that or if she buried that in the back of her mind like everything else in his life.

Pulling himself out of his head, Steve knocks on the closed door and scoots back just a little to leave room for it to open. Crouching down to his son's level, he runs a nervous hand through his hair, fixing whatever pieces didn't stay down.

"Daddy, you're gonna mess it up." Danny pouts, lightly stomping his converse clad foot on the vinyl flooring.

Pulling his hand back, Steve realizes he's using his son for his anxious habits. "You're right, m'sorry. You gonna be okay?"

Danny rolls his eyes in a sassy way, the way that always makes Steve laugh. "Yesss dad."

Wow, his son is really his carbon copy.

The sound of the heavy door opening pulls both of their attention, Steve immediately springing up from his position wiping his clammy hands down his shirt.

Steve steels himself for who he's about to meet, releasing a shaky breath he didn't realize he was holding. Now, Steve expected to see a middle aged woman, maybe even older. He pictured someone with a grandma type energy, sweet and welcoming. What he didn't expect was you.

Standing there in the doorway with the bright light of your classroom falling around you in a halo. A pretty floral dress hangs from your body, cinching your body just right without being too inappropriate. Your cheeks are puffed up as you smile brightly, eyes crinkled at the sides as you do.

You seem about the same age as Steve, no older than twenty five. Glasses sit on the top of your head, pushing back the front of your hair. In a way you remind him of Miss Honey, not looks wise but your aura. You're so fucking pretty and he doesn't think he'll be able to formulate a sentence.

"Let me guess," You stand with a hand on your hip, pretending to think hard, "You must be Mr. Daniel Harrington."

The little boy in question beams up at you, bouncing on his toes as he clutches his excited hands around the straps of his backpack.

"My dad calls me Danny." The lisp that he has is very noticeable when he says it. Steve can tell you want to coo so badly over the small boy, the flexing of your fingers not going unnoticed.

Crouching down to his level, you reach out a hand to Danny for a handshake. "What a pleasure to meet you Danny."

Placing his hand into yours, he shakes it in a jerky manner. His missing bottom tooth shows off with the way he smiles at you. Pulling your hand away, you stand up straight still looking at the small child.

"Danny whenever you're ready you can head right inside and find the cubby with your name on it!" Your voice is like the sun, bright and chipper.

Craning his next up to his dad, he waits for his dad's permission even though his body trembles with anticipation. Steve on the other hand doesn't want to let him go, not ready to detach himself from his baby he spent five years with.

Kneeling down, Steve wraps his son in one last hug. The sting of unshed tears hits his nose first, the lump that sits in the back of his throat waits patiently for the dam to break.

"Okay dad, I have to go!" The small boy giggles, not understanding the gravity of the situation. To him he thinks his dad is just being silly, not realizing that his dad's heart is breaking.

Reluctantly Steve pulls away, trying to remember the look on his son's face. His own flesh and blood, the boy he's worked so hard to raise by himself, and God is his heart full.

"Alright little man, go head inside." Tapping a heavy hand to the boy's head, he watches him duck into the classroom.

Popping back to his standing position, Steve tries his hardest to blink the tears away. You still stand there, observing the classroom behind your shoulder.

"Oh, Mr. Harrington," You call out before he can leave and he's quick to interrupt you.

"Please, call me Steve. I feel like I'm too young to be Mr. Harrington." He half chuckles, ignoring the skip of his heart when he makes eye contact with you.

"Steve," You correct, a bashful smile on your face, "I wanted to ask if you would be the only person to pick him up or if your wife would also be included in pick ups and drop offs."

"Oh, no I'm not- his mom isn't." Lifting a hand to scratch at the back of his neck, he thinks of the best way to say it.

"Danny's mom isn't around, so it'll be just me on pick up and drop off duties. Possibly his aunt Robin but I'd let you know beforehand." A tight smile forms on his face.

"Oh I am so sorry, I shouldn't have assumed." You rush to apologize but you're quickly interrupted with the shake of his head.

"It's okay, you didn't know." He reassures and you visibly relax.

You're just as nervous as he is and he wonders if it's because you feel the same spark he does. Or maybe he's thinking too much into it. Either way, he'd like to think it's the latter.

"Well I'm very excited to teach Danny this year, he seems like a great kid." Although liking kids is part of your job, it sounds sincere coming out of your mouth and not rehearsed.

A coy smile breaks out on the older man's face, rose tint pours onto the rounded apples of his cheeks. "Y-yeah, he's a good kid. He can be shy sometimes but he loves to be around people."

Nodding your head, you sneak another peak behind you to check on the boy. "That's okay, I'm shy too."

When you turn to face Steve again, your lip is tucking behind your teeth. You're so fucking cute it makes him forget just how sad he was to drop off his own son and he doesn't know if that's a good or bad thing.

A long pause settles between the two of you, eyes becoming too bashful to meet. Steve kicks his foot at the hard floor, hands tucked into the pocket of his jeans.

"Well Steve, it was so nice to meet you but I have to get back in there." You sigh hiking a thumb over your shoulder.

Steve feels like someone just popped him like a balloon, the small amount of joy he's felt just by talking to you has now been taken away. Meeting you with a tight lipped smile, he nods understandingly.

After bidding your farewells, Steve thinks about you. He wishes he wasn't so awkward, that he had acted way cooler than he did, and how breathtaking your smile was when you spoke to him and his son.

On his drive home all he could think about was you and his son, ping ponging back and forth between the two. Steve wishes that he met you before today, maybe in the coffee shop on Main or in line at the grocery store. He wishes that he would be able to ask for your number and take you out without any consequences brought on by the school.

He doesn't know how he's going to last a full year with Danny in school and he's really not sure how he can manage to keep a professional conversation with you every morning without falling in love.

The low hum of Rod Stewart's "Rhythm of My Heart" plays through the car, the soundtrack to Steve's drive home.

Ah, the rhythm of my heart

Is beatin' like a drum

With the word's I love you

Rollin' off my tongue

"Fuuuuuuck," His voice drags out in the safety of his car, "I'm screwed."

Yeah, he was definitely screwed.

The ending feels rushed and it's not good but I hope you still enjoy! love you all :)

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[scoutswritingcorner]

Red String of What?

Angel Dust x Male Reader

PART TWO

TW: Flirting

You find yourself helping out Angel Dust in the early morning and he's quite the flirt.

It’s been a couple days since you’ve been at the hotel, you’ve been mostly working on the elevator ever since. You also found it was stuck at the top floor which meant constantly running up and down flights of stairs. It was a workout to say the least and it didn’t help that Alastor appeared in some places to stop you or follow you up the stairs making fun of how you were practically about to drop on the ground. 

It was a couple hours later when you decided to call it quits for the day and hang around your room to allow your legs to rest before you got up to take a shower. Laying down on your bed you let out a loud sigh, eyes slowly closing as you got comfortable on your bed. It’s been a crazy day from Charlie calling you down to the foyer to fix the door someone crazy enough to break it down to helping Nifty reach the higher places so she could clean to finally being able to get the elevator to move a couple inches before something else blew and sent the elevator crashing down to the first floor. You had a long talk with Charlie and Vaggie after that, Charlie more forgiving than her girlfriend who chewed your ear off.

You don’t know how long you were out for but when you did wake up, the phone above your dresser rang loudly. You shot up out of bed and shook your head, clearing your throat before picking up the phone. “Hello?” You asked your voice wavering causing you to curse silently to yourself,

“Ah! There you are Dear Boy~” Alastor cooed from the other side of the phone. The same wall phone he had Charlie be placed inside your room cause he would rather be caught dead (again..) than touch modern technology. You let out a soft groan and grabbed a half empty water bottle you had on your dresser. “How can I help you, Sir?” You asked slightly grimacing at the fact you were basically on call anytime of the day unless you told Charlie you needed time for yourself.

“You know Angel Dust, yes? Well his shower busted and needs it repaired.” You looked around to find your tool belt haphazardly thrown on your desk as well as your favorite jacket laid. “Okay..I’ll be over in a moment, Sir.” You replied getting a happy hum from him before the phone call ended. You placed the phone up and turned to grab your belt. You never talked to this..Angel Dust. You’ve heard and seen his face plastered all throughout hell of course but never met him. He was on the road to redemption? Well, if he is, it's not your place to judge him. 

Walking to his room was easy enough, the man lived on the floor above yours. You let out a yawn as you knocked on his bedroom door, man you needed more sleep. The door opened to reveal the tall spider half naked (thank Lucifer he was wearing shorts) with a scowl on his face before it disappeared as he peered down at you.

“You called for maintenance?” You asked, feeling nude under his gaze. It was silent for a moment before you cleared your throat, “Mr.Dust?” You called out once more as he shook his head and chuckled. “I wasn’t expecting a cutie like yourself to be the maintenance man.” He purred out as he reached his hand out, “Call me Angel, Cutie.” 

“Yes..Well Angel..I’m (Y/n), the maintenance man. I’m on call 24/7, now Alastor told me your shower was busted.” You said, clearing your throat and shaking his outstretched hand as he smirked. “I’m just gonna stick with calling ya’ Cutie if that’s fine with you~” He let you in his room picking up the small pig in the process as you followed after him. “Was there a noise or did it just start messing up?” You asked entering his bathroom seeing different makeup palettes to styled wigs. “No, I turned the water on to take a shower after a long day and something sounded like it exploded.” He explained as he pet the little pig in his arms, you nodded along and took off your shoes to get into the tub itself. Didn’t want to drag anything into the clean looking tub.

He sat down on a stool watching you work, noticing how the red string on his finger seemed shorter than before, how bright the string itself was. He didn’t want to bring it up, if you didn’t notice it. He also didn’t want to get his hopes up if this string was wrong.

“So..Angel..Do you do drag?” You asked cautiously as you worked on the shower, almost immediately noticing how the pipe had burst. “I do. You got a problem with that?” He asked almost defensively, causing you to flinch from his tone and hit your head on the wall.

“Ow fuck-” You hissed out rubbing your head, “No no, I had a few friends when I was alive who were drag queens. Went to a few shows too, they were super fun.” You chuckled glancing over at him watching a small smile grace his lips before he looked away glancing at his phone. The whole time it was mostly silent except for a few flirtatious remarks that were sent your way. You didn’t mind the silence as you worked at least he wasn’t staring at you or if he was you didn’t notice. As you focused more and more on the shower, you completely forgot about him and tuned out how he was talking to somebody on the phone. It wasn’t your place to eavesdrop on his conversation well until as you were putting your tools away testing the shower itself, a loud whine echoed and then water rushed out to hit you square in the face causing him to let out a string of curses as he stood up, dropping his phone onto the counter.

Before he could even take a step towards you, you had turned off the water and covered the now unfixable pipe. “Wow- didn’t expect you to get this wet from being near me, Cutie~” He teased, grabbing a towel for you as a groan left your lips at the flirting and the fact your clothes were absolutely drenched. Nifty would have your head if she found out.

You chuckle and grab the towel from him, slowly removing your hand from the busted pipe. “I uhh..I won’t be able to fully fix it tonight, I’m afraid.” You said you know now you would have to go out and get the right pipe for this and get Charlie to cut off the water to his room for a bit. “Damn,” He grumbled, “Was really looking forward to taking a hot shower.” He said rubbing his face in a grumpily manner causing your eyes to snap towards the bright red string on his finger. That’s weird..you never saw someone else’s string before and it was off putting to say the least. “You can use my shower if you’d like.” You blurted out before stopping hearing a loud laugh come from his phone, “Damn, Angel~ Getting in this man’s shower already?~” A voice called out causing him to smirk at you.

“N-Not in a sexual manner! Just as an apology kinda deal..I live on the floor below you and I feel bad that I can't fix your shower tonight!” You exclaimed slowly getting out of the tub trying to dry your clothes off. “Well of course I’ll take up your offer, Cutie.~” He purred out, “Wouldn’t be the first time I’m getting in a stranger’s shower.” You glanced at him before nodding, “Yeah..I’ll wait for you outside..” You rushed out walking back out into the hotel’s hallway wrapping the towel around yourself. Pulling out your phone you make a note for you to go get the part, glancing at the time you choked on air, 3 in the fucking morning? You glanced back seeing Angel holding clean clothes, a towel, and his shower necessities. “You alright, Cutie?~” He carefully placed a hand on your lower back making you jump before rushing to the stairwell, “Yup!” You hoped he didn't see how flustered you had become from his touch.

A few moments later Angel is happily singing along to the music playing from his phone as he uses your shower. You take the time to switch into your dry pajamas before making sure to set your alarm so you could get up later that morning. Laying down on your bed you tried to stay awake for Angel to make sure he was feeling better but the more you listened to him the more you were dozing off to his voice.

After 20 minutes Angel exited your bathroom, humming as he wrapped his towel around his neck fixing his shirt with one hand and holding his dirty clothes with the other. “Hey Cutie,” He called out but stopped seeing you curled up softly snoring as you slept. A small smile graced his lips before he walked over to tuck you into bed. He left soon after but not before leaving you a little note on your bedside table.

‘Thank you for letting me use your shower, Handsome. I hope to get to see your face more~

-XXXX Angel Dust.  P.S. Here’s my number~’

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel imagine #angel dust imagine #angel dust x you #hazbin angel dust

[sanspuppet]

I dont know if anyone else noticed but wooyoung keeps sticking his tounge out after he does that booty shake while thrusting in crazy form. so I was wondering if you can make up a ff about wooyoung eating Y/N out?

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RATING: 18+

W/T: blow job (receiving), swearing, pet name (baby)

A/O: getting a lot of reqs lately, i’m happy about it so keep sending them if you have any ideas! here’s yours anon! enjoy~

kinda short but you know… it’s me :)

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Wooyoung loves when you let him have a taste of you, he finds you adorable when he moves up his gaze to see you in a desperate state. He can’t help but smirk at your clit every time you let out a loud moan. The vibration of his voice against your sensitive spot when he chuckles, it drives you crazy and you can’t even imagine how fucking he enjoys it. Wooyoung feels incredible when you praise him, telling that he’s your good boy, he feels loved, and that’s all he wants.

“Yes- fuck keep doing that! so good…” you cry out, head falling back when the pleasure gets too high to being able to look down at your boyfriend. You would see him trying to make eye contact with you, if you wouldn’t shut your eyes, he giggles, squeezing gently your thighs, where he’s holding to have better access to your pussy. You’re throbbing in a unnatural way, your juices are all over his face, as he buries it into your wet lips. “You like it, don’t you? you taste so sweet, baby” he’s sucking your arousal off of you, as it was his favorite meal, licking his lips and sliding his tongue inside your cunt to get more of your tasty cream. “hmmm… woo— being so fucking good for me- fuck” you suddenly whine out, widening your eyes to see him about to add a finger inside your pussy. “fuck- fuck fuck fuck” you jabber, trying to reach his head, you fingers grabbing his hair, forcing him to dive deeper into you. “Shit- Wooyoung” he spits on your cunt, sucking on it again, he murmurs something, as if he already knows what you want: “Please, t-three” you hiss at him, mind getting slowly foggy, letting itself be carried away by the pleasure. Wooyoung smirks at you, his stare seems even eating yours on him.

“Surely, baby.” He looks down at your red, stimulated cunt with hungry eyes, mindlessly stroking your insides with his fingers. The tip of his tongue takes another lick over your throbbing line, swallowing all of your juice.

“Mmh— pussy’ all wet and stretched out for me”

You tense your muscles as you feel that fucking heat reaching you.

“Can’t wait to have my dick inside you, baby”

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[lovelykhaleesiii]

⚠️tw: dubcon-noncon, cockwarming

https://at.tumblr.com/lovelykhaleesiii/i-wanted-to-send-you-a-request-for-aegon-but-they/h8y6upgfx13f

No problem I can wait💕, here is the request

Let's imagine aegon is tall lmao😭😭 so he has this girlfriend who is smaller than him and when they have sex she hurts and he most of the time goes crazy how his cock sticks out on her stomach so he doesn't really listen to her and always leaves marks or bruises all over her body however she likes it and really enjoys it and he loves the cock warming, but once they are done he always takes care of her<3

listen, I will die by the hill that TGC is a REASONABLE HEIGHT. he's taller than me so I'll take him <3 but this was very hot to think about and even hotter to write about!!! 🥵

apologies if this is crap nonnie, I always feel like my smut writing is literal shit !!!!

Delicate

PAIRING: Aegon ii Targaryen x fem!Reader

WORDS: 1,422.

WARNINGS: nsfw, dubcon non-con, size kink, p in v sexual intercourse, cock-warming, mentions of bruises, swearing.

It was a no brainer that the size difference between Aegon and yourself would have its 'consequences'. It was blatantly obvious. Aegon from a young age was considered a larger boy, much taller than the average boy, he was twice the size than his younger brothers, and it would always remain that way. Your petite self did not help the situation either...

Many ladies in the court wondered and worried that if you were to fall with child, by the grace of the Gods, it would be an unbearable experience for you, potentially even life-threatening. Aegon reassured you multiple times, that it was an over exaggeration.

"If my mother could do it at such a young age in her maiden days, I'm sure you'll be just fine, Y/N, I'll make sure of it."

Nonetheless, the sex itself, was unreal...

No matter how often Aegon would pathetically try to ease himself into you, it was no use. It would hurt regardless: his cock was quite thick, along with its just above average length, it was a pleasurable pain only he could provoke. This along with his eagerness to always fuck you senseless, went hand in hand. You often would have to repeatedly remind Aegon in the beginning to take it easy on you, pace himself, as his height and bulky mass would tower over you.

Whether it was in bed or up against a cold, sandstone pillar, Aegon would make it possible to fuck you anywhere. He was a strategist when it came to sex, making it work, no matter the environment or situation.

If he had to have you, he’d have you.

Most of the time, he’d impatiently sought you out in a some isolated corridor or hallway, if you were not already present in the confinement of your shared bedroom. Pinning your smaller frame between a solid wall and himself, his arms would cradle you from beneath your thighs, lifting you off the ground, tip toed, barely reaching the ground, as he positioned himself between your legs, spreading your thighs wide enough for him to get comfortable.

"Aegon, baby, be gentle with me-" You'd bashfully whimper in the beginning, as the tip of his cock would teasingly stroke your entrance, slowly working its way into your tender folds. He’d always have a sly smirk on his face, feeling his smile against the crook of your neck or on your lips as he kissed you longingly.

You were a broke record, often having to remind Aegon again during the act itself, only this time, with all the might and energy you could muster.

“A-Aegon- please ba-baby. Just give me a-a minute-” You’d breathlessly utter, small tears swelling in your eyes as they naturally fell down your flushed, red cheek. It was an uncontrollable response, and one that Aegon would not realise until the deed was done. Whether Aegon blissfully ignored your pleas or simply did not hear you in between his deep moans and groans, he was a man lost in the moment. Sometimes, you felt it even encouraged him to push your body further, testing exactly how far his limits with you could be…

The deeper he'd try to plunge himself into you, his fast-paced thrusts growing sloppier and slower, as Aegon attempted to shove himself deeper, each push sent an aching jolt to coarse through your body, it felt electrifying. The way your tight, dripping walls would try desperately to accomodate for his size, your hips gradually bucking forward, as your back gracefully arched against the wall. Your arms would be strapped over his broad shoulders tightly, clinging for support, as your nails dug deep into his soft, fair skin. Leaving a chaotic trail of red marks strewed across his back. Your entire body would work overtime for Aegon. Feeling his cock throbbing inside of you, pulsating against your folds, as his tip would stroke your cervix was invigorating.

At times as you intrigued yourself to take a peak down, your sweat beaded forehead resting against Aegon’s heaving, sweaty chest. You could’ve sworn a fair few times, you could see an actual bulge protruding in the low pit of your stomach, as his cock remained heavily buried inside of you. Although, it could have been the rush of adrenaline playing with your mind.

“Fuck Y/N, always struggling to take me princess. Look at you trying so hard to. Is my cock too much for you, baby?”

“Am I too big for you, baby?”

He knew how to shut you up, too. His plump, soft lips moist having licked them so often as he thought about all the things he’d do, on his way to find you.

“Fuck baby, you’re doing so well. You feel so fucking good.”

Even more so, although Aegon constantly made it known that he had no intention of hurting you, he’d often at times, lose himself. As he worked himself into a euphoric climax, he was oblivious to his own strength against you. His strong grip on the curves of your waist would grow firmer, feeling your walls clench even more to his fat cock. Your warm, hot breath forming a slight dew against his skin, as you’d shyly moan his name, crying for him sent him over the absolute edge. The man was feral seeing you so vulnerable and fragile against him. The way he could so easily devour your body, have you weakly tremble to stand after a round of mindless fucking, you’d struggle to walk like a proper lady for the hours or day to come…It was all his undoing. Nonetheless, just as you would mark him, he would mark you although without any awareness. His firm grip would leave fingerprint marks that would turn to small, purple-greenish bruises in the following days to come, all across your waist line, hips and occasionally even your ass cheeks. It made him feral how easily he could lift and cup each cheek in the palm of his hands, pressing your body deeper against his, as he felt your soft breasts pushing up against his bare chest.

And his mouth did wonders… He loved leaving hickeys all across the sensitive spots against the crook of your neck and your breasts. His lips and tongue sucking on the sweet, lavender scent of your natural aroma from the floral infused baths you’d plunge yourself in, mixed with the saltiness of the sweat freshly perfused on your skin from the sex. He loved it.

Nonetheless, the familiar, warm feeling of your sweet cum oozing all along his cock, dripping through whatever sheer gaps as Aegon moved and adjusted himself inside of you. The clear, white substance pooling down slowly from your entrance down your aching thighs and across Aegon’s balls pushed against you.

It made it just a tad easier for you to relax, the pain less evident, when the extra lubrication was there. And in no time, Aegon’s own load was triggered, a hot, liquid mass shooting through your cunt, before some of his own load would, too, spill past your entrance. If you were generally in bed, Aegon would keep himself buried inside of you, as you both composed yourselves. He’d adjust himself just the slightest, to release some of the tension inside of you, so that you’d be somewhat comfortable. He liked the idea of keeping his cum plugged inside of you, it was exhilarating for him to think you could be so full of him, a deep, primal part of Aegon even, hoping that you could take his fresh seed perhaps…

He would take his sweet time, only tending to you until he caught his own breath. Your breathing would become unison, as he’d gently stroke your dampened hair out of your face, holding your warm body against his own. You were always so weak after fucking, and Aegon undoubtedly felt responsible for that.

At the very least, he would help to care for you in the aftermath, always running a bath, carrying your delicate body from the bed or walking you from wherever, into the water. He’d even insist on cleaning you himself, gently wiping the wet cloth against your skin, being extra careful in between your thighs. He’d dry you himself, clothe you in something sheer and lightweight, and even feed you himself. He always ordered for some dessert, knowing it was your favourite, and in hopes of wanting you to regain even just an ounce of energy. Regardless, he was gentle with you always, and you were very thankful of that.

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA for asking out my manager?

Hi there. Trust me this is a WIBTA and not just dating advice.

So I (35F) am basically working at my dream workplace. I cant say what exactly, because I know people follow this account there, but suffice to say its in a desirable industry with a lot of passionate folks, and while its a big (~150 people) place, there's an atmosphere of kindness and joy I've never seen anywhere else. I know a lot of you probably hate me for this, but I am truly aware how rare a workplace this is, and I am grateful. I dont take it for granted. Sometimes the work itself truly sucks, and the pay is outright atrocious, but when your coworkers have your back, it makes all the difference. They accept me even tho I'm trans, and when I've been sick or injured they make sure I'm taken care of. I feel like they are a family of sorts, and I've been working there for over a year now.

Anyways, this wonderful place is held up by a lot of wonderful people, but one in particular is my manager (30F). When I first got hired, I noticed she was cute, but more importantly she was welcoming and accepting. I set aside those feelings, of course, because its a workplace, but they havent gone away.

But lately, this all started to change. We now spend a lot of talking! We have lots of common interests, and there have been nights when both of us will stay for HOURS while the other works, just to chat about whatever! We even text a bit, even about not-work things. Sharing fandom stuff, whatever. The more and more we talked, the more I fell for her. I could hear her go on for days, even if its something I dont care about. Hell, she could read the dictionary and I'd be sitting there grinning because I get to hear her talk. I've got it bad! And then, a few weeks ago, she even brings up how she's given up on dating...but before I could ask more or say anything really, a coworker interrupted and the moment passed.

And here I am, weeks later, smitten like crazy. And I'd say "oh she obviously likes me, she sticks around for you, shares stuff with you" but she's like this with everyone. She's a bit airheaded honestly about it, I mostly find it endearing, but she could absolutely just be doing it because she talks like that to everyone. She's bisexual, and very pro-trans, so I dont think that would be an issue in any way.

But here's where the WIBTA part comes: I have told a couple other coworkers, and they brought up not only that its a dangerous move to date a manager, but also that it could hurt the workplace itself. I mean, this is a place where so many people get to have a joyful opportunity at life, and as I've said this is tremendously rare...what if I take up too much of this manager's time, and she cant be there for other workers? What if this manager gets fired for dating an underling, and gets replaced by someone awful? There's a whole lot of what-if's floating through my mind.

And then I start thinking, if I ask her out, wouldnt that be putting her in an awkward position? I mean if she doesnt like me, and has to turn me down, she still has to work with me, and I her. I can compartmentalize that, but...she might have more trouble. Is it selfish of me to even try, when I could just let well enough be? And on top of that, what did she mean by "giving up on dating"? It didnt sound like she was aromantic, just that she decided it wont happen, but maybe its just going to be a problem if I ask her out. It feels like the stakes of even asking her out are so high. So I keep chatting with her in hopes that I'll catch a lead, but...idk.

Anyways, I am primarily concerned with if it would be a dick move to anyone in my workplace, especially her, but genuinely I am just lost here. I've never dated anyone at a workplace, but like. The dating apps suck, and I dont think I've ever felt this way about anyone before. I've even thought about quitting or finding another workplace to make it an easier decision, but I feel like thats even worse; like it would put pressure on her to date me because I quit for her or something. So how about it? Should I keep my mouth shut, or is love truly worth all risks?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[ghostflowerhotpotch]

Ghosftflower: The Artbook Cut

Okay guys, sorry for not doing much lately, holidays aside my laptop died so I am using something else in the meantime, so I had been a tad busy lately.

That being said, the Art Book arrived today! There wasn't a lot of ghostflower sadly, but I wanted to bring something regardless, so let's dig in!

Honestly while I don't consider myself an expert on these types of book, I own a few, and this one is...strange to say the least.

The formatting is off in a few parts, some things that don't make sense with what we are told in the movies, sections of the art book that assume we saw something on the movie that we didn't- I may do a post about it because looking at this book somehow gave me more questions than answers.

But that's a story for another post, let's go!

(Sorry for the quality of the pics, my phone isn't the best and I am not a good photographer myself.)

This one is right at the end, as part of the decoration between the walls of the book and the pages itself; it shows the entire city, but I focused on them for obvious reasons.

Also because the ending shot of this particular scene is one of my favourites in all the movie and seeing it in it's concert art form means a lot to me.

These two were in between pages at the beginning, the text talks more about the general process on the movie than them, so not a lot we can say.

Still lovely, I honestly wish we had more of Gwen and Miles swinging across New York, there is something beautiful and enchanting not only in them moving around in a way only a spider-hero can do, but also almost like a dance between these two.

Not so much ghostfloweer, but I still liked this pic of them together in Hobie's world.

The book acts as if we were suppose to see this world so one of those crazy things about this art book is seeing the stuff that was in the movie before it was cut.

Honestly the making-of this movie would either be insane or extremely edited because this is nuts.

Oh ho ho, we are getting to the MEAT.

Okay, I don't read Scripts very often, but the times I had has been interesting, specially since a lot of times it can reveal some small gags that either got cut on the movie, or that things that were in plain sight that you didn't notice. DEFINITELY will be reading the Script for this movie once I get my hands on it.

In this pic, it shows a deleted joke, either this was going to be in the cut of the movie when the book was in development, or it was left there but was already planned on being scrapped.

What I like about this deleted dialogue is that it shows, once again, that Gwen isn't always at the top of her game. As cool as she can be, she is still a teen who hasn't figured everything out.

I honestly find her more endearing trying to stick the landing and failing that just being cool and collected all the time.

Sorry for the long box of text, wasn't sure where to cut. There are two parts in this I want to highlight.

"They're both trying to impress each other,"

I found this extremely cute because while Miles trying to keep up with her and impress her is obvious (Just like everything else with Miles, as a said, the boy wears his heart in his sleeve and we love him for it,) but to be honest I didn't think Gwen was trying to do the same.

Now I imagine Gwen looking around this New York and trying to see what she could do to impress Miles- I love these earnest dorks.

The awkward gazelle part is also pretty much present in the movie; however I do like the comparison on how Miles himself knows now more than ever what he is capable of, which really shows in the rest on the movie, including in the train chase scene.

(Not really Ghostflower, but I LOVE how Miles never doubt on himself despite what he heard, need to talk about that eventually.)

More art of this beautiful scene, which was sparkled around these notes.

There is not much I want to analyze here as much as to, emphasize it?

Analyzing this movie so much and so often has really gotten to appreciate it to a whole new level, even if during said process I was able to see more of the mistakes and issues underneath.

This scene is really this and more, and what is astonishing is that is not that they are capturing the essence of the scene in some words, but rather come with the concept and create said scene, which is a lot more complicated.

And yet they pulled it off beautifully.

I really liked to highlight this part because 1) I and everyone else may need to start paying close attention to lighting because wow that detail is extremely cool, and 2) It really highlights a whole new layer to this scene.

They are getting close, both physically and emotionally, yet all the things they hide, how they hide themselves in a way, gets in the way of what they truly want. Is amazing because is a struggle that in the details is very much Spiderman, but below it is so human. Which honestly, part of the reason Spiderman as a whole as become so beloved over the years.

(Side note: Stan Lee decided to make Peter Parker in a era where superheroes were adults who basically could do anything, so coming with a teen who would also had teen issues was something that got people calling Stan nuts. Crazy how things how it worked out I'm right?)

Different stages development of this scene because of course I needed to include this, even if i can't say much of it really.

Not much to say here, except that this brief goes beautifully with the next excerpt of the book that I enjoyed.

"At that moment, anything is possible for the two of them." Isn't all of this phrased so beautifully?

While not telling us anything new, I want to relish in this little bits that just makes the scene feel so much whole as you read this.

How both Gwen and Miles don't want this to end, to keep the warmth between them going, to just linger because neither of them want to let the other one go. Frozen in place unable to move forwards for thall the unsaid things, yet refusing to move back.

They are lovely.

And that's all I have for them sadly! This book was extremely odd, it was very much lacking a lot of Miles and Gwen (Which kind of tracks, art books go mostly about design and their design's haven't change much,) but the fact that most of this information was at the end, alongside other things, makes me curious about what the heck went down while making this.

Or other stuff because is not the first time we see the remnants of the other versions of this movie peaking by.

#ghostflower #gwiles #miles morales #gwen stacy #atsv #across the spiderverse #ghostflower files #art book

[italianpersonwithashippersheart]

You know what pisses me off about this all PheeJin stuff. It's taken over.

No matter what happens having TaCopper be such a huge part of the anticipation, them being promoted so heavily as a ship with this series was a mistake.

About 50% of all the comments under the BTS videos and reddit posts are about PheeJin.

Either that they love the ship, or the actors, or they are mad the writers "ruined" Jin by confirming he was the one that leaked the video.

Side note: Everyone seems to be pretty much treating the confession as confirmation. So do I. It would be a stupid as fuck writing decision to have Jin be not the person that realeased the video and confess to it anyway.

Instead of focusing on the show's themes like this excellent post outlines by @syrena-del-mar or even the topics of sex and voyerism like this post by @shannankle or another post I can't find discussing the way the show subverts the tipical way sex is punished in horror. EDIT: @shannankle found the post and linked it in the notes it was from @brifrischu with addition from @lurkingshan. Or even just enjoying the theorizing like this post by @mikuni14 or this one by @tbhimnoteasyonmyself. Most of the fans (again other places I am not looking at the tag here on tumblr) are mostly discussing Jin, PheeJin and whining that Tan is a killer and lost his mind.

Also not saying anything about the Jin fans on Tumblr I am not going in the tag for a reasons. But a lot of PheeJin shippers and Jin fans on other sites are using words I fucking hate to describing New and it's starting to low-key piss me off. All the: he lost his mind, he is derenged (i also saw lost his mind like his brother - which you know ew) it's getting on my last nerve and I would appriciate if we could be a little lighter with that kind of language please.

It sucks that such a great show now wrote itself into this conrner where it only has two options: Stick to the genre and revenge plot, have team masked killer win (and kill Jin and Phee if he is indeed a traitor); everyone is dead, depressing ending no one is happy; or Phee and Jin succed in bringing down "crazy" killer New, we get some nice violence is not the answear after school message and Phee and Jin live happly ever after.

The first two will make the fans crazy, and we know the BOC shipper fans are on all other level of insane. And the third will leave the rest of us with a show that detroyed his own message for the sake of a ship, AGAIN (might I add, ofts fans will know the struggle). Leaving the show bad reviews and claim outrage because TaCopper wasn't endgame and they got ruined.

And let me very clear, If I have too see the well-off/rich character all alive while the poor characters all die and get called crazy because they dared take revenge and be angry at their mistreatment. I will actually consider this the worse BL ending ever. That will piss me off more then the Last Twilight ending ever did.

#txt #dead friend forever #typed this just to get this out of my head #i will not be entertaining the notion that the Jin confession was fake or a lie or that he only believes he did it #because it would make no sense and it would be a such a colossally bad writing decision I can't even thinking about it #hope nobody minds getting tagged in this rant post #if you do i will take it off #no problem

[romanreignseater]

Time Alone.

Jey Uso x Reader

Rating: 18 +

Warning: Smut & a slight mention of a stomach bulge.

“Time was something that didn’t even seem to exist to you. But, your husband Jey does sure know how to have a fun time.”

A/N: I just had to write a little something for my Main Event Jey Uso, and after seeing his Instagram story this past week… It was my destiny 😭😭. I did say that I would release this yesterday, so let’s just consider this a little Valentine’s Day piece.

GIF: @rebecca-quin

Being a business owner of your own makeup brand, Zeta Cosmetics, and being a full time mother to four kids was really tough. Even though your husband Jey, was a big time help and support system, it was still super difficult to balance everything. And you’re blessed to have such smart and active children, but you’re starting to think they’re a little too active.

The fact that three of your children had different after school activities, was a WHOLE struggle in itself. Your oldest daughter, did humanitarian volunteer work for an hour after school, then softball practice every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. NOT to mention, she just got her first job, and guess who has to take her to work? Yup… it’s me. Then, your first son, wants to be an all sport MVP, cause he just plays every single sport there is. So, his practices are just all over the place. Your second daughter is a cheerleader for her brothers football team and has weekly cheer competitions. The hair, the makeup, the uniforms, and that monthly fee… She’s lucky she looks absolutely adorable with that little bow on her head. And your last child, which is your son, is only 10 months old. So, he’s basically the Pomeranian that you keep in your purse DAILY.

Kids are such wonders, but mama needs a break sometimes.

“Hey baby”, your husband Jey said smiling through the phone. “I miss you so much. Why did you have to leave me this week for your crazy ass twin?!” You said chuckling.

“Put some respect on my name sis.” Said the crazy ass twin himself, Jimmy. “I ain’t gotta do a damn thing, you took my man from me”, “He was mine first anyway”. Jimmy said sticking his tongue out at you. “Okay, okay, let’s not fight.” Jey said sternly. “But, listen baby I know how tired you are, and I wanna make sure my lady good. So, pack a little overnight bag, the jet is gonna be ready in about four hours.” “What are you up to boy?…” You said smirking slightly.

“Don’t worry about it, you know I got you girl.” Jey said showing that blazing smile. “Okay, but what kind of clothes am I supposed to be wearing sir?!” “Well, I was hoping you’d be wearing nothing. But, it’s somewhere a little tropical, so I guess that gives you the chance to just to what it do”. “Can you not talk about Y/N being naked, I think I’m gonna throw up”, said his goofy older brother. “I know you not talking Jimmy. Don’t let me get Trin on that ass.” “Y’all just stupid”, Jey said giving a breathless laugh.

“But, I’ll see you later tonight, alright baby.” “Wait… what about the kids?!” “I’m WAYYYY ahead of you. I got my mom and pops on that.” Thank god he had that sorted out, even though it’s gonna be a little hard to leave my babies, we could use some time alone. “I’ll see you tonight.” “See you tonight”. ~FaceTime ends.~

5 hours later

Jey is the best you could ever ask for. After packing your overnight bag, and saying bye to the kids. It was you and the love of your life… forever. He took you to a quick day and a half trip to Cuba. The villa you guys were staying at was absolutely gorgeous and the workers were radiantly exceptional. “This is so beautiful baby.” You said blushing. “I’m glad you like it, you know the Tribal Chief knows all the vacation hot spots.” “He damn sure does. But… he never stayed in this specific room. Right?!” Jey looked at you and said, “I’m pretty sure they have multiple honeymoon suites.” “Thank god, cause you don’t know what that man does.” You said barely being able to hold in your laughter. Jey laughed along with you.

Since the trip was pretty short, you guys had to make the most of it. By sleeping first, since there was no time difference and it was late at night. But, by tomorrow you guys would be up and at em’.

Soon the morning came and the workers at the villa surprised us with a lovely breakfast. Following us taking showers and getting ready, it was time for the tour. The tour guides showed us around the city and as we were on the tour, we jumped straight into every single activity there is to do. Snorkeling, scuba diving, and surfing. Even though I don’t smoke, cigars are something that are widely used in Cuba. So, one puff wouldn’t hurt. After our morning and afternoon endeavors, we stopped by La Guarida in Havana for a lovely dinner at the top floor of the restaurant. He is more than you could ever ask for.

Jey always seemed to have a tough exterior, but he was a huge softie for anything romantic. We later arrived back at our villa and where a trail of rose petals and sensuous candles led into the bedroom. “Now… what is this Joshua?!” You said turning to him with a sly smirk on your face.

“Its some time alone that you deserve”.

As we have both known from experience… we had to blow out all of the candles first. Jey then took my waist into his hands and held me tight. As if he didn’t want to let go. We started to make out with one another, our tongues fighting for dominance, and Jey winning the battle. He gently laid me on top of the comfort heart shaped bed and pulled the zipper of my short bodycon dress down. Jey started to my massage my breasts as if he were yearning for them. I slid the rest of my dress down my body, as Jey continued his assault on my breasts. “Mmmm…-, it feels so good baby”. I moaned to my husband as he said, “Imma make you feel something real good.”

He quickly removed my panties and flipped me over to all fours. Jey pushed his hand into the middle of my back to get me to arch. “That’s just how I like it baby, stay like that”. I then heard him pulling off his shirt and unbuckling his belt from his slacks. His pants made a thud onto the white marbled tiled floor and the bed plummets down as he arrived on top of it. “Aaaaa- oooHhh my goddd”. I moaned loudly as Jey dove right into my wetness. His tongue basically playing mind games on me. It felt like I didn’t know where I was.

“Shit tastes so fucking good mama, I could eat it all day if I could.” His words of appreciation make me gush out even more. The intimacy levels were through the roof as he paused his eating to finally give me what I’ve been wanting.

He entered me so smoothly, as my cunt was slick. “Damn baby, it’s like a waterfall up in here. That’s what I do to you… huh?!” Jey said. “Yes baby that’s what you do to me, now please fuck me.” “My pleasure.” Jey said as he started to profoundly pound into my hot sex. My moans couldn’t stop, the pleasure was just too much. “uhh-huh—hhhh”, my moans started filling the room. Jey started to pull on my hair and spank me repeatedly. “You like that shit.. huh?!” He said. “Ye-ssss, I love ii-ttt, give me more”. And Jey did as you wished. It felt as if he was in your stomach, as that thought crossed your mind. Jey put his hand onto your stomach and said, “You feel that baby, I’m in your stomach.” You took your hand from the sheets and placed in onto your stomach.

He really was in my stomach

I felt his cock bulge into my stomach and my eyes rolled back. Jey continues to give it to me and I felt my climax reaching its point. “Baby, I’m gonna cum.” “Go ahead baby, I’m there with you”. Jey said as his thrust became sloppy and grunts lowered. We both reached our peaks at the same time. I lied flat on the bed and Jey right beside me. “That was so good baby, we gotta do it like that every time”. Jey said with his forearm over his face. “But, we need more time alone before that.”

“You know I got you on that baby.” Said Jey smiling at you.

Just some more time alone.

THE END.

Let me know what you guys think about this and if I should write for more members of the Bloodline. Maybe even for other superstars

#jey uso #jey uso fanfiction #jey uso x reader #jey uso smut #jey uso fic

[desswright29]

The Udaku’s (Half Crazy Finale)

Word Count: 11k

Contains: Mentions of blood, Mental illness, Violence, Torture, Gore, The darkest of dark Shuri, Smut (That’s all I can think of)

A/N: Proceed with caution. This story is a Thriller.

3 months ago at Tolu’s 

Shuri woke up in a cold sweat, head spinning. The only part of her body that was still under the covers was her left leg, as she lay on her belly. Something felt off. Suddenly, her body began retching as though it was rejecting something. Pain. That’s what was next. A stabbing pain that struck through her core, causing her to let out a sharp gasp, coming up on her hands and knees. She continued retching, followed by a gag, and then a cough. This pattern repeated itself until she felt something easing up her throat, the taste of blood began to permeate her tongue. Her eyes bulged in worry, her bandaged right hand coming up her mouth to prevent any mess on the bed underneath her. It was all she could do. She couldn’t move from the bed, her body was completely occupied with getting rid of whatever was inside of her.

The door flew open and Tolu rushed to Shuri’s side. “What the fuck is happening?!” Shuri couldn’t speak as her coughs, and gags became more aggressive as she felt something glide up her throat. It was closer now. Tolu shook as she froze in fear. A single drop of blood escaped Shuri’s mouth and rolled down her chin. “What the fuck.” She breathed. One last violent cough and heave shook Shuri’s body before she released a small clump of foreign object into her hand. She collapsed to the bed with a groan. To weak to move. Tolu squinted at the grotesque lump in Shuri’s hand something catching her eye. “Shuri. What the fuck is that!”

Shuri with her body still shaken. Slowly opened her groggy eyes. As her vision cleared her eyes landed upon her upright palm. Inside her hand lie a clumps of clotted blood that was surrounded by many very small bits of what appeared to be metal. Shuri’s eyes squinted  shivering at the sight.

“What. the fuck. is that…” She whispered

The boy took his horns from the thief, and went on his way. He came to a house, and asked to be entertained. The owner refused, and sent him away, because his clothes were in tatters, and his body soiled with travel.

“Udaku…..MRS. Udaku!”

“Your Majesty.”

“Queen SHURI Udaku! Answer immediately before I find you in contempt of COURT!”

Shuri snapped out of her thoughts, staring out into the courtroom. Her eyes landed on the side of the defendant. There Okoye, and Nakia sat. And in the last seat closes to the aisle there sat Tolu, Sunglasses perched upon her face, a walking stick leaning against her chair. For as long as Shuri had known her, Tolu had always been at her side. Unfortunately, that very loyalty was the cause of her ailment. 

Shuri sat upright, unbuttoning her blazer with one hand, before man-spreading and leaning back into the chair on the stand. Her jaw clenched as her right arm rested on the armrest, her thumb underneath her chin, and her pointer resting on her cheek. 

“In your countries justice sytem the protocol is innocent until proven guilty, am I correct?” She spoke cool toned, even, yet authoritative. Never could you misconstrue her as weak.

The courtroom was silent as Shuri’s eyes roamed the crowd. The other world leaders sitting around in judgement of her. A smirk slightly raises her left cheek. As she lets out a small menacing laugh. 

“Hm. Everyone in this room knows this is a witch hunt. America feels as though it finally has it’s opportunity to take down Wakanda and it’s recourses. You want my people to beg and bargain for the freedom of their leader. If this was about justice, your British counterparts would’ve been extradited years ago for the sex-trafficking ring that we’re all acutely aware of. The Israelis government would be on trail for the several war crimes they’ve been committing since before you all were born. Which is saying a lot since the bulk of you are well into your 60’s. We all know that there are much bigger Fish to fry here. But, You know… What is it that the children say in your country.” She looks around at everyone sitting up a little more in her seat as she looked from person to person. “Ah! Evil twin, Evil twin.”

“Mrs. Udaku! What point are you trying to make here!” Shuri’s head swung in the direction of the voice. Her eyes peircing through the elderly man. 

“MY POINT IS!  Mr. President… Is that I have not been found guilty. So you will respect my title and position as your worlds leader! My proper title is Queen Shuri Udaku, DAUGHTER of Romonda! The most powerful entity in this room!” Her eyes slowly left the visibly shaken man.

“It is best that you keep that in mind for the duration of this trail.” She relaxed back into her chair, giving her blazer a slight tug. “Now where were we….Double homicide and attempted murder. Eh” 

The day it happened

“Ride with me.” Shuri says as she holds the door open for you as you both rush out of the building. 

“Shuri, I’m aware of how to get to the palace. My ride is pulling up, and you know I have Teyana with me.” Shuri’s eyes darkened at the mention of her name. “Your little fling is not welcomed in my palace.”

“Shuri, cut the bullshit. She’s coming.” You roll your eyes as the both of your cars pull up to the front of the building. Shuri proceeds to argue with you. Teyana hopped out of the back of the car, her eyes immediately landing on Shuri as she held the door opened for you. Shuri’s face morphed into a glower, her eyelids lowering into slits, her mouth turned up into a scowl. She shot daggers into the woman with her eyes, and surprisingly, the girl didn’t back down. Teyana’s eyes met Shuri’s intense glare and matched it. 

“Is there a problem Princess?” The girl spoke. Your heart dropped a bit. Speechless, you turn your attention to Shuri prepared to take action. A flash of shock came over Shuri’s face, before humor. Her beautiful smile lightened her face reaching her eyes. The smile was genuine. And that scared you more than the anger you had expected. 

“Teyana huh?” Her voice came out dark and deep. A stark contrast to the smile on her face.  Her head shook from side to side as she turned to walk away, not before she pointed in Teyana’s direction shaking her finger. She glanced at you with a glimpse of mischievous in her eyes, sending shivers down your spine, and a pulse to your core. You watch as  she walks her walk, like only she can. Her stride strong and regal as she makes her way to her car.

You turn and strut to your own, sliding in, visibly disturbed by Shuri’s reaction. There was something familiar in her eyes that made your stomach churn, but you couldn’t quiet put your finger on it. As soon as Teyana slid into the car and shut the door, you turned to glare at her.

“What?” She turned to you feigning confusion. 

“What the fuck was that?!” 

“What was what?” Your eyes roll deep into the back of your skull. Frustration rising up into the flesh of your cheeks. “Oh my God! I can’t right now, I can’t with the bullshit!” You sit back blowing out a long exhale from your puffed cheeks.

“Y/n! I’m not a bitch!” You throw your hands up choosing to look out of the window to mask your frustration. “I’m not gonna sit here and let her intimidate me. She started with me. Looking at me like she wanted a problem!” Your head snaps around as you give Shuri an incredulous look. 

“She absolutely does want a problem Teyana! This is why I told you not to come! But since you insisted you were supposed to stay at Tolu’s and out of the way! She saw you get out of the car and now, YES! She wants a problem! You’re in HER country, with HER wife! Sit back! Shut up! And make it out safely!” 

Teyana chuckles. “Please! My father is friends with the President of the United States. She doesn’t scare me.” Your face becomes as serious as you can manage as you try to get her to heed your warning.

“Right now you are in Wakanda. You should have left that American sense of entitlement back there. Shuri is not just some ex to you while we’re here. She is the Queen. I suggest you keep that in mind.” Teyana, choosing to sit in her stubbornness, rolled her eyes sitting back as they pulled up to the citadel. 

Shuri stood waiting, hands crossed and resting infront of her body. The car comes to a stop, and Teyana immediately steps out to open the door for you once again. After you step out of the car the door shuts behind you and Teyana steps up beside you. Shuri raises a brow and you feel the dread spread throughout your body. 

“I’m not sure if your master informed you. But, you are not welcomed in my home.” Shuri didn’t move a muscle as she gave Teyana a once over. Teyana puffed out her chest prepared to show Shuri who she was. 

“Look, let’s get sumn straight. I don’t give a fuck who you are. Your majesty. You show me some respect. I’ll think about giving it to you. Either way I go where my girl goes.” Teyana took a step up, and Shuri continued to stand in her power, her mouth downturned and eyebrows raised, amused.

“Ooou Fiesty. You must have a thing for that, Sthandwa?” Shuri said, looking your body over before her eyes connected with yours. The intensity behind them sent shockwaves through your body, and you quickly turned your head from her. Shuri Tsked, “Ah, I see why your little friend here has so much to prove. Look at the way your body still reacts to me. Are you sure you know what to do with her Tempnada? All that mouth doesn’t seem to be helpful in the bedroom.”  You could see steam come from Teyana’s ears, prepared to say the first thought that came to mind.

“Man fuck you! You orphaned ass cheater!” You suck in a sharp breath. There was no time to think, both you and Shuri stepped forward simultaneously. Your hand darted out instantly halting Shuri mid stride, pressing into the center of her stomach as you try to grab her attention. Your free hand reached up grabbing the side of her face to direct her gaze to yours. But, her eyes remained trained on Teyana. Shuri’s hands gripped your waist. She gently lifted you off of your feet, placing you to the side. 

“Shur-“ You were immediately quieted as Shuri tossed a stifling glare in your direction.

“I don’t know why my wife felt the need to bring her riff raff into my presence.” Her stern gaze left yours, her attention now turned back to her target. “More than likely, to make me jealous. And at first it was working. However, the more you speak, the more I see your purpose. It is apparent that you haven’t been informed of the lengths I would go for my troublesome love here.” One more step forward and Shuri was directly over Teyana. “Shuri come on. Stop” You say, fear making your voice tremble, as you walk over once again placing your hand on Shuri’s stomach trying to push her back. A smirk passed over Shuri’s lips, her head tilting to the side. 

“Read the room. That’s what you Americans say huh? Notice the safety precaution my thando is making. It is not because she cares so much for you. But, because she knows who I am. Follow suit toy. Or you can breathe the air, and take in the scenery of your last day on earth.” Teyana couldn’t hide the slight tremble in her body and the action brought a smile back to Shuri’s face. “Now if you’ll excuse us. The adults have business to take care of.” Shuri removed your hand from her locking your fingers with hers, bringing the back of your hand to her mouth, placing a gentle kiss there directly in Teyana’s face. Claiming her territory.

Tolu pulled up behind your car just in time. Your grateful eyes falling on her as she stepped out of her car. “Shuri, stop threatening the girl and let’s get to these results!” She yelled as she headed towards the  entrance of the citadel. Shuri wrapped her free hand around your waist turning your body and holding you close as you both walked into the building leaving Teyana clenching her teeth. 

“You may as well count your losses” Tolu yelled over her shoulder.

Riri Williams

“You’re simply not her…. You’re simply not her…You’re simply not her.”

The words played over and over in Riri’s head as she watched the scene play out from the window of her room. She watched the way you intervened between Shuri and the girl. How even in the midst of Shuri’s pure rage, she found a way to be gentle with you. The way the two of you naturally fell into your roles as wives. She couldn’t understand it. You’d completely disrespected and disregarded Shuri’s feelings by bringing another woman you were involved with into her country. Yet, she was still patient and attentive with you. You’d watched Shuri fucking her, and instead of signing divorce papers and heading back to where you came from. Here you were… back in Shuri’s arms!

“You’re simply not her.”

It sounded in her head once again as she watched Shuri guide you inside by your waist. Rage boiled up inside of Riri  like an over flowing pot of water. She turned away from the window knocking over a lamp in her path, snatching her phone up from the coffee table she found the number she was looking for in her phone. After two rings the person picked up. 

“Yo.”

“What the fuck am I paying you for!?”

“I’m doing what you paid me for! Shit. I met her, I got her attention, I take her ass out and everything. I got her bring me here. Don’t start shit with me cause your plan ain’t going the way you want!” Teyana’s frustration seeped through the speaker. 

“If you were doing what I was paying you for my girlfriend wouldn’t be walking hand in hand with with that bitch!”

“Yo Ri. Not that you’ll listen to me. But you’re buggin’. Those two ain’t lettin’ up. They sprung off each other. Ol’ girl ain’t even lettin’ me hit.”

Riri let’s put an incredulous laugh. “You’re not even fucking her! Fuck this I’ll do it myself. I’m the only one who can get this done the right way!”

Riri hung up the phone. Heading out of the door. 

Before all hell broke loose.

The Courtroom

“Queen Shuri…May I ask why did your wife choose not to go through with filing for divorce on the day in question?” Irritation morphed onto Shuri’s face as she gave a nonchalant shrug. 

“Because I’m cute.” She said, raising a brow bring her hand up to caress her chin. The man rolled his eyes fed up with Shuri’s blantant detachment for this case. Her being the smartest individual the world has ever seen let him know that she was aware of the seriousness of the charges brought against her. But all morning she’d used this courtroom as her personal play ground, simply for her enjoyment. 

“You are under oath! And I suggest you give serious and honest answers!”

“That was a very serious and honest answer council. What? *raises brow* You don’t think I’m cute?” She smirked. He gives an exasperated sigh and looks to the judge. “Your honor. It’s obvious that she is not taking this seriously” He says, pointing his hand in her direction. 

Shuri scoffs, “Why would I?” 

“These are very serious accusations!”

“That have nothing to do with me. You’re all wasting my time.”

The judge bangs her gavel. “That’s enough! Answer the questions properly or I will hold you in contempt of court, and postpone your trial as you sit and think in a cell for 3 months.” 

Shuri rolls her eyes, “Excessive, but ok I’ll entertain your little trial. Go on. Ask me something else.” Shuri turned her attention back to the frustrated man.

“Why was your wife brought back to the palace after the failed divorce proceedings?”

“To fuck. Celebrate. ” The courtroom filled with murmurs as the council dropped his head. Seemingly defeated. Until…

“Oh yea? And how did that go? Because we have a witness that says that your wife was there with Miss Teyana Taylor when you exited the building. That would complicate your plans with her highness. Would it not?”

Shuri leaned back kicking her feet up onto the banister, and letting her hands rest on her stomach. Her head cocking to the side. “No. Not really. I always get what I want.”

“Do you? Then what exactly was the commotion in the palace about before the accident?”

Shuri chuckled. “Hm. It seems as though we have a talker huh?”

“Oh yes you’re highness, you do indeed have a talker.”

The Day it Happened

“So, what does this mean Shuri?” You’re eyes didn’t leave the results infront of you. You were tearing at what this could possibly mean. Shuri stood next to you, biting hard into her bottom lip. What she already knew, now confirmed. 

“What that means is our tiny guest took it upon herself to control the way Shuri felt about her. She’s a fucking lunatic.” Tolu said standing to the left of you, also immersed in the results.

Your breathing started to get heavier as you tried to wrap your mind around all of this. Not knowing what to believe. 

“Wh- h-how? How did she do this?” 

“She gave me a little peace offering. Pot bread after everything settled from before. Said she had a date and wanted to thank me for allowing her to stay after all of the confusion. That’s the day I started feeling different. The confusion. The memory blocks.” 

You stand staring. Hands begining to shake as your body heated up from the tips of your toes to the top of your head. “Let me get this straight. That bitch was invited into my home by my wife, fucked my wife, and when me and you got better instead of sending the homewrecking bitch home, you allowed her to stay, took a peace offering and she’s been controlling your fucking mind ever since.”

Shuri turned walking away to her “special desk” on the floor of her lab. She opened a drawer pulling out her tyutu. An herb made special by you just for her when the two of you were young. “So it is still my fault?”

“Kutheni kungenjalo Shuri! (Why wouldn’t it be) I asked you to get that bitch out of here immediately after I found out about the two of you, and you refused! So yes! You’re still at fault!” You began pacing. “And how the fuck don’t I know this isn’t some shit you made up just to try and stop me from divorcing you.”

She plopped down into her chair, Her jaw clenching as she refused to look in your direction. She pulled out her rolling papers and began to make a blunt. “Listen. I think right now our biggest issue is Riri! She’s still here and she tried to manipulate the both of you into splitting up!” You nod agreeing with Tolu, yet still having a point to add.

“Which she wouldn’t have been able to do if mfazi wam okrelekrele (my genius wife) had sent the little psycho BACK HOME!” Shuri sat deligently rolling up. “Look at her. She doesn’t even know what to say since her little plan of winning me back didn’t work! How long ago did you cough this shit up again?! And how long have you still been fucking her?!” You say walking over slamming your hand on the table in front of her, punctuating your sentence. 

Shuri sat forward. Her elbows on her knees, finished with her task. She placed the final product between her lips. She touched one of her beads and rubbed her middle finger and thumb together, a flame appearing from the top, for her to light her herb. Once lit she took a deep inhale closing her eyes, before releasing a puff of smoke through her nose. She relaxed back into her chair looking up at you through hooded eyes.

“Undiqumbele nyani mhle? (Are you really angry at me beautiful) Or are you upset at how  much you still want me? That no matter how much I fuck up. You’ll always crave me. All of the years we’ve known eachother the popular consensus has been my need for you. But, Thando I do believe you’ve grown to need me too. I excite you. The way your heart rate speeds up at the sound of my voice is telling. The desire in your eyes for me when I put your little pet in her place. *smirk*  It only makes you want me more. But I beg of you Sthandwa.” She stands to her feet, gliding over to you, your body trembling in anticipation for the true love of your life. “We have a common enemy. Let’s not give her the satisfaction of allowing what she did to tear us apart.” She grabbed your chin caressing it between her fingers as she brings the blunt to her mouth taking another puff before signaling you to open your mouth. You immediately obey as she leaned forward as placed her mouth over yours, releasing the smoke. 

She pulls back looking you in your eyes and there you saw her. Your teenage love. “Let’s show her what the Udaku’s are capable of!”

That glint in her eyes sparked a fear and excitement in you. She was back. And the world was in trouble.

“I’ll kill her.”

The Courtroom

“Is it not true that you threatened Ms. Taylor? Saying and I quote ‘You can breathe the air, and take in the scenery of your last day on earth.’ “

“Spot on. Is that what you get paid to do? Quote shit all day.”

“That isn’t a light threat to be making.” He says ignoring her arrogant quip.

“Absolutely not. That’s why it wasn’t a threat counselor. It was a promise. A promise I unfortunately wasn’t able to make good on, Because someone got their hands on her before I could.” 

“So you’re saying you would’ve done it?”

“Most definitely. She was a disrespectful, entitled brat who challenged me as soon as she stepped foot in my country. Under Wakanda’s laws I could’ve honestly done whatever I wanted to her.”

“And why should we believe that you didn’t?”

“Because she was with my wife.”

“And weren’t you and your wife in an altercation moments before the incident. Causing her to leave with Ms.Taylor. Am I correct?” 

Shuri nods, signaling the man to get to the point. 

“Did that not anger you?” Shuri answered simply.

“No”

“Is that right? Is it not true that you were diagnosed with intermittent explosive disorder when you were a teen?” Shuri laughed 

“Wow. Did your research.”

“That’s my job. Your highness.” He said finally acknowledging her sarcasm from early on. “And you were placed into the care of your wife. That’s how you met right?”

“The point.” Shuri stated. Bored.

“Gladly. You needed her. You started loosing your mind when she left you. Having episodes again. Somehow you in your deranged state, masking, convinced your wife to not sign the papers and come back to the palace with you. You distracted her and Ms. Taylor for a moment and set them up!”

“I WOULD NEVER HARM A FUCKING HAIR ON MY WIFES HEAD!!”

He came to a house where there was a very beautiful girl. He was received by the girl's father, and stayed there. His horns provided food and clothing food for them all.

Back in the Days

“We simply can not take it anymore. We’re reaching out to you all because we’ve heard wonderful things about your daughter and her herbs. Maybe she would be able to help our Shuri regulate herself”

Your mother looked over at your father, afraid of what the Queen was asking of them. The Princess of Wakanda was a known menace to the country. Easily angered and dangerous at her core. It had been ruled a mental disorder but it did not stop those around her from fearing her. Asking them to allow her under the care of their precious y/n was frieghtening.

“Ikumkani wam, we have great respect for you and your family. However, I need to know that my daughter will be safe. And your Shuri.. She is a known trouble maker. Known for causing harm.”

“I understand, but she only needs the proper care. The treatments that she is getting now are not working. Maybe your girl has what she needs. I guarantee her saftey will be our top priority.”

“How about we schedule a meeting between the two and see where it leads.”

“There she is! My beautiful sister. How are you feeling today, sthandwa sam?” Shuri and Tolu only glanced from the television for a brief moment to acknowledge T’Challas presence.

“Hello, brother. What brings you down to visit the problem child?”

“You know I never need a reason to come visit my love. However, today I do have one.”

Shuri looked back at her brother as he opened the door to her room wider. In walked a girl. Not like any girl Shuri had ever seen. Her golden skin perfectly sun kissed, with beautiful shoulder length locs, and big doe eyes. Shuri was immediately intrigued, leaning up on her bed causing Tolu to turn and pay attention to what was happening. You look around the room taking in the luxirious surroundings until your eyes fell onto Shuri. You watched her give you a once over before you smiled speaking to her. 

“Hello.” You state softly. 

“H-hello.” Both T’Challa and Tolu looked on in shock. Having never seen Shuri get stuck or be soft with anyone new.

“Um. This Y/n Aku. She is also a young prodigy. An herbalist. Mother thinks that it’s best that we change the route of your treatment. She feels as though this young lady can help with that.”

“An herbalist huh? And just how do you think you can be of service to me? Nothing anyone else has done has helped. What is different about you?” 

You stood and thought for a moment before, looking her in the eye and answering. “Like you I am young and open minded. I cater the care I give to the specific individual. What I feel will be best for YOU and what YOU need. I never give generalized care.”

“And what is your process?”

“If you’ll have me. I’d need to spend lots of time with you. Learn your habits, and your triggers so that I can properly treat you.” Shuri smiled leaning back against her headboard. 

“Sold, I look forward to spending time with you. Y/n.” You both hold eachothers stare smiling from ear to ear. 

Tolu and Shuri walked through the markets. Shuri with an unusual Pep in her step. Her usual cold, hard demeanor had softened a bit. Tolu stared at the side of Shuri’s face smiling at the her joy.

“Look at you. What’s got you in such a great mood?” Shuri looks at Tolu a small smile on her face. 

“I think I’m in love Tolu.” She looks at Shuri shocked. 

“It’s been 3 months. Is that an accurate amount of time to measure love?” Tolu raised her eyebrow in Shuri’s direction.

“You’re friends with her. You see what I see. How easy she is to love. Tolu, she’s wonderful. I’ve never met anyone as brilliant and beautiful as her. She’s see’s who I am fully and has yet to judge me.” She walks infront of Tolu interrupting her stride.

“I’d like to ask her to be my girlfriend.” Tolu smiled 

“What makes you think she wants your evil ass.” They share a laugh.

“Honestly, I think she likes it.” Shuri smiles. Tolu punched her in the arm as they continue their walk. “Me too, Me too Udaku.”

“GET OFF OF ME! LET ME GO!!” Everyone around Shuri and Tolu looked around at eachother trying to see were the sound was coming from. Tolu looked ahead of her to see a commotion a bit further up the road. Three men attempted to snatch something from a girl who appeared to be holding her own under the circumstances. She squinted her eyes trying to get a better look and her face fell when she recognized the silhouette. 

“Shuri. That’s Y/n!!” Before Tolu could get the words out Shuri was halfway to the scene and the markets started to scatter. The people immediately going into hiding. Tolu followed right behind Shuri, both running full throttle. Shuri got to you pulling the first man she saw back by the neck. 

“Aarrgh” She pierced his pulse point underneath his ear with all her might knocking him to the ground. Tolu came in with a swift kick to the side of one of the men’s face. Leaving you with the last. You took your nails digging them into the man’s eyes as your knee came up to meet his groin. “Mka (Fuck you)” you say as he fell to his knees screaming out. Tolu grabbed you pulling you away from the men. As you ran away you watched as people looked on in horror. You didn’t see Shuri with the two of you and panicked. 

“Tolu! Shuri! Where’s Shuri?!”

“Don’t worry about her she’ll be ok!”

“No we have to go get her!” You pull away turning around to run back, but Tolu grabbed you by the waist pulling you against her to stop you from going back. “No y/n! She’s not Shuri right now. You can’t go over there.” She whispered in your ear as you struggled against her. When you stopped and looked straight ahead you saw it. The demon inside of her. Her eyes had blackened and veins protruded from her neck and forehead. She had a man by the throat slamming his head against the ground repeatedly, before repeating with each man. You stood stark still inside Tolu’s arms watching the horrific scene infront of you. Terror filling you as blood splattered on Shuri’s face. But, there was another thing bubbling deep inside of you…. Intrigue, desire. As everyone watched her in horror, you only wanted to get closer.

You removed Tolu’s arms from around your waist calmly stepping forward. “S-shuri?” You say. She kept going oblivious to the world around her. “Shuri!” You spoke this time with power. The sound of your voice snapping her into reality. The men were dead. “That’s enough mhlobo wam. Come to me.” Shuri stood to her feet, wiping her blood smeared hands onto her clothes. You shook with fear and anticipation as she walked timidly over to you. Her mind had immediately snapped from her murderous thoughts, to the thought that she had frightened you away with the scene she had made. 

“I-I it’s not usually that extreme I-” Shuri says once in front of you. You shush her with your pointer finger to her lips. Everyone still hidden watching in fear of what was to come from the young girl they deemed a psychopath.

“I have something for you.” You say voice trembling as Tolu stood behind you, but close enough to protect. “Do you mind if I give it to you now?”

Shuri nodded. Unable to look you in the eye afraid that behind your usual glow would be the same judgement she’d always received.”

You dig into your bag pulling out a perfectly rolled blunt. 

“This is tyutu. An herb blend that I believe will help you control your urges a bit better. It wil work perfectly for you.” You placed it against her lips, and she accepted it. Pulling out a lighter you lit it for her. “Relax. Take a puff, hold it a moment, and release the smoke from your mouth.” Shuri did as you said. Once she released the smoke a series of coughs followed. You rubbed her back. “See. This proves it. You are no monster. You’re human. A born protector.” Shuri looked at you a tear sliding from her eye. “You could also ingest this through food, or drink, this is the only thing I had in the moment. Anyway you want it I could make it for you.”

Once Shuri calmed from her coughing fit she focused in on your eyes. No judgement. Only your usual sincerity. “I like it.” She says. You smile as she tries another puff. This one going much smoother. You step up to her touching the side of her bloodied face. “It will be better now sthandwa.” You bring your lips to hers placing a light kiss to her lips taking her breath away. “Thank you, Udaku. Let’s get you home.”

You grabbed her hand as Shuri continued to puff on her herbs. Tolu took her place in front of you both, mugging anyone who dare to look too long. The three of you were a sight to see and that day was the start of an inseparable bond.

The Courtroom

“I would never hurt my wife. She is what keeps me sane. She saved my life. I could never hurt her.” A tear rolled down her cheek that she quickly wiped away.

“Well your highness. We’re all waiting..What happened to your wife and Ms.Taylor. And where is Riri Williams?

The day it happened 

Riri stormed out of the Citadel barreling towards Teyana. 

“Why the fuck are you standing out here when you should be inside with your girl!”

“The Queen ain’t letting me in!” Teyana shrugged.

“Who gives a fuck! Break some doors down show her you  don’t play any games!”

“Who the fuck do you think I am! It’s obvious that woman doesn’t play about her wife, and y/n is head over heels for her too. There’s no breaking that bond.” Your driver steps out of the car and Riri cuts her eyes towards him. 

“I’m just stepping away for a smoke.” He said, his hands up defensively as he walks away. That’s when it came to her. A perfect plan. 

“Fuck that. I’m gonna get you in. Go inside and stir some shit up at the lab. You won’t be able to get into the lab, but cause a little trouble looking for her. I’ll triple what I’m paying you now.” Teyana’s eyebrows shot up in excitement. “Bet! Whatever you say boss!”

Riri snuck off with Teyana, getting her inside the palace, pointing her in the direction she should go. Once Teyana was on her mission Riri snuck back out to the cars. Smiling, she rolled up her sleeves and got to work. 

The Day it Happened

“Yo. I heard my girl was in here I’m just trying to get her. Im ready to get the fuck out of here!”

“Panther there is a disturbance in front of the lab.” Says Griot. You all look at each other and head toward the commotion. When the lab doors opened Teyana, was heemed up hands behind her back as a Dora pulled her into submission. 

“Well, well, well my love. You could’ve done a much better job training this one. She seems to enjoy trouble.” Shuri signaled for the Dora to let her go. She slowly walked up to Teyana as Teyana grilled her unafraid. Suddenly, Shuri reeled back punching Teyana in the stomach causing her to double over in pain gasping for air. “Shuri!” You scream. She ignored you squatting down to get ear level with Teyana. “I thought I made very clear how unwelcome you were in my home.” She tapped the side of her face with the back of her hand. Her rings scraping her skin.

“Hm. Nothing to say?….. Let me let you in on a bit of a secret I don’t enjoy repeating myself.” Shuri stood with an upper cut to Teyana’s chin. Knocking her right out of her doubled over state straight into her flying backwards and sliding across the floor. Shuri followed her body as it slid. She rolled up the sleeves to her blazer as she once again got into a squat next to the struggling girl who’s wind had been knocked out of her. “I bet the inside of that car is looking like the place to be right now huh?” Shuri chuckled. 

Teyana let out a huff. Trying to speak. “Aww look ubusi. Speechless. What happened to all of that mouth?” 

“Shuri that’s enough she’s done nothing to you.”

“Au contraire my love she’s done plenty.” Teyana huffed again. Gaining the air back to her lungs “L-leave.” She says her voice coming out strained. “She wants to leave now baby. You’ve had so much to say today. I’d hate for you to go before you get everything you’ve asked for.” At that moment Riri rounded the corner headed to the lab seemingly on a mission. Your eyes narrowed. The thought of her manipulating and violating your wife making your blood boil. 

“Baby what is this bitch doing back in our home.” Riri says as she walks up on Shuri. Shuri’s breath hitches as you take a step forward. “Bitch you’ve got audacity. We all know the shit you pulled to cause all of this confusion. The lengths you went to make Shuri want you. How desperate of a bitch do you have to be to create a synthetic love.”

Riri stepped into your space. “There was nothing synthetic about my fingers deep inside of her pussy was it?” Your fist immediatly came across Riri’s face and you didn’t stop raining punches down on her until the two of you were backed up into the lab. Riri had fallen holding onto one of the lab tables for dear life as you continued to use her face as a punching bag. Tolu noticed Riri gripping the sides of the table to gain momentum to bring her legs up to kick you in the stomach. “Y/N! No you’re pregnant!” Tolu screamed as she ran toward you pushing you out of the way. 

“You wha-?” Shuri spoke softly behind all of the commotion. The air had been sucked out of the room Riri had slid to the floor on the side of the lab table. To hurt to react to the news. You turn and look to Shuri to see her standing stuck at the entrance of the lab. You swallow, your eyes down cast unable to look at her. You heard the click of her heels through the deafening silence approach you. She stopped just in front of you. “Y/n. You’re what?” She says again. Your eyes still on your feet. “I’m pregnant.” You whispered and you could hear Shuri’s breath hitch. 

“How far along?”

“Almost 4 months.” Shuri began to tear up. 

“Th-that’s further than last time. Much further Mfazi.” She stepped up and went to her knees in front of you. Eye level to your stomach. Still not showing. “You. You’re still so small my love are you sure. Have you been going to the doctor? Is it a real pregnancy love?” You place your hands on the top of her head finally looking at her, seeing the joy and fear in her eyes. “Baby, listen.” You stepped up guiding her ear to your tummy where she could hear the strong heart beat of your baby. “Oh Bast!” She gasped tears dropping, falling freely from her eyes. “You’re pregnant. Holy shit you’re pregnant sthandwa!!!” She stood swooping you up in her arms, you giggled as she swirled you around, holding tightly to her with your face nuzzled into her neck. 

When…

“AAAAAAAAGGGHHH!!!” Riri was up on her feet charging at the two of you. Determined to cause you harm. You couldnt be. There’s no way you were having Shuri’s child. Before she could reach you. Tolu swooped in knocking her to her back. Riri stood. A different type of determination in her eyes. As she decides to go toe to toe with Tolu. She starts backing up bringing Tolu forward as she swung every hit landing. But Riri was on a mission. As Riri got closer to her destination. Tolu landed a spinning kick that spun Riri knocking her face first into the table knocking her completely out. 

“That’s what the fuck I’m talking about Lu!!” You yell. Shuri stood next to you looking down at you with a tender smile on her face. “What are we going to do with her baby?”

“OOOhhh no. We *points between the two of you* aren’t doing anything with her. You *points at you, are going to get in your car and head to Tolu’s and send that fleshy uselessness you brought to my country back to where you got her from. Because you’re not getting hurt nor leaving Wakanda while carrying my child.”

“But Mfazi-“

“Mfazi, mfazi, mfazi, you will do as I say eh. I will meet you there when we are done here. I promise you my beautiful bride. You’ve done enough. It’s time for me to clean up my mess. Now go.” She sent you away with a kiss to the lips, and a slap on the ass. You smiled, slowly stepping away and turning to leave the lab. 

“Hate to see you go sthandwa. But love to watch you leave.” Shuri says behind you. You toss a glance over your shoulder giving her a wink and a smile before exiting the lab. Shuri turned back to Tolu who was now directly infront of her handing her a pair of gloves. 

Shuri took them sliding them onto her hands. “Take her to the room”

You walk out to your car. This time your driver stood outside of your door waiting for you. He opens the door and you slide in to see Teyana leaned against the car door in a bloodied ball. 

You shook your head. “I gave you all the tools for success and this is what you chose.”

“I wanna go home.”

“Gladly. You should be grateful you have the opportunity.” 

The ride was silent, that is until the car slowly began to shake. Your heart dropped to the pit of your stomach. Knowing something was wrong immediately. “What’s going on?” You ask the driver. “I have no idea ma’am. I’m finding a safe area for us to pull over.” The shaking only proceeded to get worse. Causing Teyana to sit up in her seat. 

“Pull over now!” You yell at the driver. He immediately swerves to the right to pull over, but looses control. The wheel locks and the breaks go out as parts of the car start to fly off! 

“Bast, oh bast please no!”

“Yo! What the fuck is happening!! Stop this bitch!” 

“I CAN’T! I’ve tried everything! You have to brace yourselves for impact!!”

“My baby! My baby!” You scream as you hold on for dear life with your eyes closed. The car was now at full speed sliding down the road sideway on two tires. Their was a light pole made of vibranium straight ahead. At the last minute you hit the emergency button on your Kimoyo beads. It would immediately notify Shuri that something was wrong. Soon after the car hit the pole seperating the front from the back. The wheels almost disintegrating. Both parts of the car spin out of control. You and Teyana went spinning before being slammed into the side of a building. 

“Panther. There is a distress signal being sent by your wife.” 

Shuri’s attention was snatched away from Tolu dragging Riri’s limp body into her torture chamber. Tolu dropped Riri in the center of the room as Shuri tried to contact her wife.

“Griot scan the scene.” Shuri says her heart pounding in her chest. Soon after a hologram of the scene of the accident was projected from her beads. Shuri’s heart almost stops. 

“Griot. What are my wife’s vitals?!”

“Systolic 60, diastolic 40, heart rate at 48 bpm.” Shuri started to choke. 

“We have to go Lu! We have to fucking go NOW!” They both take off as Shuri placed her beads to her necklace. Her Panther suit morphing to her body. She tossed her keys to Tolu as she took off ahead of her to get to the scene. Tolu hopped into Shuri’s car. “Griot take me to Y/n” 

“Yes, War Dog” The car immediately took off full speed getting her to her destination. When Shuri and Tolu got to the scene the paramedics were already there. Shuri watched as two body bags where being placed into the back of the ambulances her wife nowhere to be found. 

“Where is my wife!? Where is she!? Her beads, they said she was here! Where is my fucking Wife?!” Shuri went through every individual on the scene. Snatching paramedics by the collar and tossing them aside like nothing. Tolu ran up to her. “Shuri! Shuri! You’ve got to calm yourself. We can’t get answers like this. Let me handle it. Breathe a moment ok?” Shuri remained where she was as Tolu ran to  get information. Shuri zoned out hoping it was all a dream. 

“Shuri. They say she was taken from the scene immediately when they saw who she was. Just come get in the car and let’s get to her ok.”

They both took off to Shuri’s car heading to the hospital. Shuri removed her Panther suit. Sitting staring out of the passenger window of the car staring into the night sky. Praying her wife and child were safe. 

Shuri rushed into the building as soon as the car stopped. Running up to the front desk. The receptionist stood as she recognized the queen running in her direction.

“Ikumkani wam. Your wife was taken up to trauma bay 1.  She is in surgery.”

“What happened? How was she injured?” Out of breath from the fear and adrenaline. Shuri shot out questions at the woman.

“I-I’m not sure your highness. She’s on the top floor and if you go up I’m sure her doctors can tell you everything you need to know.” She said her head down afraid to make eye contact. 

“Thank you.” Shuri says nonchalantly, walking away from the desk heading to the elevator with Tolu on her heels. 

Shuri leans against the back wall of the elevator. Her chin dropping to her chest as she tried to control her breathing. “She’s going to be ok Shuri. Her and the baby are going to be fine. You guys will be happy, and loved. And don’t forget well protected by your war dog.” She smiled. Shuri sniffled with a chuckle. “I’m scared Lu. This shit is all on me. She was right none of this would be happening if I’d just sent the girl home.” 

“Well you didn’t. And here we are. No need beating yourself up over it. Shit happened, mistakes were made. What’s important right now is that your family is ok.”

“You knew she was pregnant the entire time huh?”

“I was there when she found out. I’ve also been to every appointment.” Shuri smirked.

“Ofcourse you have.”

“She wanted to wait for you. To know what the two of you were having.”  Shuri stared at Tolu only sniffling in reply.

The elevator stopped at their floor, as they continued to look at eachother for reassurance before stepping off. A nurse runs over promptly as soon as Shuri is spotted. 

“You’re highness, if you could follow me to your private waiting area. I will fill you in on what is happening.” Shuri and Tolu gladly followed. Once inside of the room the nurse filled them in on what is happening. 

“Would you like some water or anything?”

“Just tell me what is happening with my wife.” The nurse nods.

“Your wife was rushed into surgery. She had some broken ribs, a collapsed lung, internal bleeding, and also a small brain bleed. The doctors are doing all that they can. But. I’m sorry to say…. It’s not looking promising. Her BP was very low on arrival and she bleed profusely into her stomach.” Shuri let out a shakey breath, her knees weakening. Tolu walked up beside her grabbing and squeezing her hand. Keeping her upright. 

“The baby.” She whispered the only words she could manage. The nurse smiled. “You’ve got a little fighter baby’s hanging in there. Her mama protected her with her life.” 

“H-her. I-it’s a girl?” Shuri looked at the nurse. 

“I’m so sorry. You didn’t know?”

“No. It’s fine. Thank you.” Shuri motioned for her to leave. Her and Tolu sat knowing there was nothing they could do but wait. 

Riri woke up in the cold concrete room body aching and head pounding. She touched her bloodied and swollen face wincing in pain. She searched her surroundings. There was nothing only a single lightbulb and concrete walls. She ran to the door yanking and pulling trying to get out. She stepped back as far as she could to get a running start running and kicking the door. She heard a crack in her leg and fell to the ground screaming. She curled into a ball crying and rocking on the floor. She was stuck and only God knows what was going to happen to her. Fear finally started setting in. She had gravely underestimated Shuri and her bitch of a wife. She didn’t have time to break right now, she had to figure a way out. 

“Mr. Stark? Are you there?”

“Yea kiddo I’m here.”

“Is there a way you can get my suit to me?”

“I’ll see what I can do.” 

Her stark AI goes off line for a few moments, and all she could do was wait until it once again turned blue. “I’m back kid stand back.”

She stepped back away from the door just in time for an explosion. There was her suit activated and ready for use. She smiled.

“Let’s get out of here.”

“Your highness.” Your doctors walk in to greet Shuri giving her the salute. She returns the gesture. “Your wife is out of surgery. We stopped the bleeding into her stomach and the brain bleed. Her and baby are stabilized, But she is in a coma. All we can do now is wait. Baby will be fine as long as her mother is ok.”

Shuri’s eyes welled with tears. She nodded as she bit into her lip. “May I see her?” 

“Yes you may.” Shuri looked to Tolu. She put up her hands. “You go ahead I’ll keep watch out here.” Shuri silently walks out as the doctor leads her to the room. She opens the door and what she sees breaks her heart. There were tubes everywhere, machines everywhere monitoring you and the baby. Your head was wrapped up and your face was bruised and swollen. There were large bandages on the left side of your abdomen covering where they’d gone in for surgery and the machines helped you to breathe.

“Oh sthandwa.” Shuri choked out. “Im sorry. Im so sorry.” She stumbled over to the bed. Falling to her knees beside you. “I need you to be ok. I can’t survive without you. I’ll spend the rest of my life making this up to you. Whatever you want my love. If you just get better for me.” She turned her attention to your belly. “My daughter. My beautiful baby girl. I hear your tough. We shall name you Amandla. It means strength, to be strong. How do you feel about that my love?” She says to you holding your hand with tears rolling down her face. “You’re going to be ok. You have to be baby.” 

At that moment there was a knock at the door. A nurse walks in along with 3 police officers.

“Your highness.” They salute her as she stands to her feet. Tears still streaming down her cheeks. She returns the gesture. “How can I help you gentleman?”

“Ikumkani wam. We have just left the scene of your wife’s accident, and we have some questions for you?” Shuri’s face frowns up in confusion as she crossed her hands in front of her.

“Concerning?”

“Well, I dont know if you are aware, but your wife’s friend from America perished in the accident.” Shuri raised a brow and shrugged, urging him to continue. “Well, we had to call her family to notify them of her passing. And when we did they notified us that she had seemed to be a bit more than friends with your wife. Urging us to investigate further. It seems as though your wife’s accident wasn’t much of an accident.” 

Shuri stepped forward getting closer to the officer speaking to her. Her interest had been peaked. “In what way was it not an accident?” 

“It seems as though your wife’s driver lost control of the car about a mile back from the site. Essential parts of the car began to lock up or fall off. Seemed perfectly planned and timed. Really only one person we know intelligent enough to pull off something so intricate.” 

At that moment Shuri’s kimoyo beads went off. A notification informing her of a breech in the security system of her torture room. Darkness. Darkness covered Shuri’s face as the good parts of her retracted themselves inside of her, and the demon had once again taken over. She looked up at the officers. 

“It would seem so.” She says the change in her voice and demeanor striking. 

“We’ve come here to warn you your highness. The Americans are finding a way to come for you. Apparently, your wife’s friend had been connected to some very powerful people. They have forced the information out of us. There is not much time.”

Shuri gave a small nod “Thank you gentleman. I would like to be alone with my wife now.” 

“Ewe” They each say giving a salute before leaving the room and closing the door behind them.

Shuri walks over to your bed, grabs and caresses your hand. “It seems as though things are about to get hairy my dear. I may not be here for much longer. I pray that if you awaken to my absence that you know it is totally against my will and that I didn’t go down without a fight. She did this to you and my child. And she will suffer the consequences.” She brought your hand to her mouth, planting a long kiss before placing it down, placing another soft kiss to your belly. “My Amandla, stay strong ubusi.” She slowly backed away and with on last glance over her shoulder she stepped out of the room where she found Tolu standing in wait. 

Shuri’s demeanor was hard. There was no more light in her eyes. And Tolu knew, they were going to war. 

“Tolu, daughter of Yemah”

Tolu stepped up standing at attention in front of Shuri.

“Yes, Panther”

Shuri stepped closer to her leaning forward almost whispering in Tolu’s ear.

“Go get that bitch.” 

On command, Tolu gave her war salute crossing her arms over her chest tapping her beads together twice making her swords appear as she went down on one knee in a kneel to Shuri. Her swords drawn straight out behind her. With that Shuri turned to walk away, and Tolu stood to her feet headed in the opposite direction. On a hunt for Riri Williams. 

Tolu entered the Palace on a mission. Determined to find the woman responsible for all of the chaos. She went to where they had left her, only to find a hole where the door used to be. Tolu turned looking for clues of where she could possibly be when she heard a noise and the lights cut out. Tolu pulled out her swords and began a tactical walk through the back halls of the lab.

“Run rabbit run!” Tolu laughed. “I love the chase.” She heard the whining of metal behind her, a small step being taken. She smiled and continued to move forward. “You know Shuri’s on to you. She knows everything. Even your little attempt on her wife’s life. Killed everyone except her. For a genius. You’re really bad at accomplishing your goal.” Tolu felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand and she quickly turned jamming her blade into the side of Riri’s suit.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Damn! All that hard work! Down the drain. You know Shuri had a feeling you might try to use your suit. Taught me right where to disarm it.” Another slice to the other side of Riri’s suit hit hard, knocking her to her knees. 

“Aaarrgh!” Riri yelled. “Fuck you and your little friend I hope her and that little mutant she’s growing dies where she lies!” Tolu smirked.

“Oouuu there’s another little trick Shuri showed me too.” She crouched down to Riri’s level. Want to see it.” Before Riri could answer Tolu took the blade of her sword and began to press it into the heart of Riri’s suit. She pressed  until the suit completely out circuited, but she didn’t stop there. She kept pressing until the blade was pressing into Riri’s chest. Riri’s eyes  widened as she realized what was happening. Tolu was going to take her life. 

“If she does die. You two will pass by eachother as you head in opposite directions. Any last words?” 

Riri huffed. “Yes…Tell Shuri I love her.”

Tolu pulled the sword from Riri’s chest bringing it above her to slam it back into her chest when suddenly Riri knocked the sword from her hand using the vibranium from her suit to knock Tolu backwards. She pulled the arm of her suit from her right arm where she had been holding onto a toxic substance that she’d grabbed from the desk and snuck into her bra before Tolu knocked her unconscious earlier. She squeezed her hand bursting the bag and rubbed the calcium ammonium nitrate into Tolu’s eyes. Tolu screamed bloody murder! Riri reached for Tolu’s sword. Grabbing it and bringing it above her head to jam it into Tolu’s chest.

A hand comes out of nowhere out of the darkness. Gripping Riri’s wrist painfully tight. Shuri’s face appears out of the darkness.

“Queen Shuri Udaku! Come out with your hands up!” The Citadal was surrounded. The other Avengers where the only outsiders with access to Wakanda. They’d all turned on her. Allowed America to turn her into some type of murderous danger when she was completely innocent. Though right now she didn’t look it. She stepped out of her home, blood dripping from her fingertips. Smeared all over her clothes and face. Her eyes black and pupils dialated with blood lust. Her nostrils flared as spotlights fell onto her. She looked into the sky turning slowly, staring at all her comrades here to take her in. 

“This is what it’s come to!” She speaks so all can hear. “You all have been welcomed into my country once, and the next time you enter you’ve turned against me!” She yelled at the top of her lungs her canines protruded, as spit flew from her mouth. She was deranged. 

“When my innocence is proven this will not be a partnership easily restored! YOU ALL WILL FEEL THE WRATH OF SHURI UDAKU!! I’LL BE YOUR WORSE FUCKING NIGHTMARE!!” Shuri laughs manically as everyone swooped in to take her down. 

There she was in her own country. Laying flat on her belly being handcuffed and extradited to the states for the murder of Teyana Taylor, and the attempted murder of her wife and child. Later they would realize that Riri Williams had gone missing, and through the blood samples they’d taken from Shuri upon her arrival they’d ruled her disappearance a homicide as well. 

“So you’re telling me all of this started because Riri Williams had a crush on you.” The councilor spoke. 

“SHE’S A LIAR!! MY BABY WOULD NEVER DO THAT! SHES A BEAUTIFUL INTELLIGENT WOMAN! SHE COULD’VE HAD ANYONE SHE WANTED! SHE’S A DAMN LIAR.” Shuri sat back once again finding humor in the situation. As the bailiff grabbed Riri’s mother to escort her out of the courtroom.

“Hate to break it to you mama! Your daughter is a psychopath! And she’s also alive! She tried to kill my wife and child and set me up for the murder!”

“Well why were you covered in her blood when we picked you up.”

“I told you before she left, she got into an altercation with my friend over there and blinded her! Dear Bast! I had to protect her. But she ran off. What a menace!! You guys should really get her off of the street! While you’re all sitting here wasting time with me she could be out there controlling minds and blinding people!” Shuri says in faux appall, before chuckling.

At that moment the courtroom doors fly open. Two members of the Dora Milaje standing, holding the doors open. You round the corner strutting into the courtroom with your head held high. Your brown dress with a connected shawl that wrapped over your head, under your left arm and over your right clung to your body as your belly now slightly protruded with a bump from your healthy baby girl. Shuri’s mouth dropped and tears welled in her eyes, as the courtroom erupted in talk.

“Oh my God!”

“It’s the Queens wife!”

You walk right past all of the commotion and step past the border without a word, a manilla envelope in hand packed to the brim. You approach the judges bench placing the envelope infront of her. You turn away, but not before tossing a wink at your now dumbfounded wife. You walk away taking a seat in the empty chair next to Tolu. Shuri stared in your direction her chest rising and falling slowly but heavily. Was she seeing correctly? It was you. It was really you. 

The judge emptied the contents of the envelope onto the desk scanning over each object closely while everyone sat on the edge of their seats wondering what the wife of the queen had brung.

“Will the Plantiff and Defendant please approach the bench.” Shuri stood coming down from the stand and approaching the bench along with the defendants council.

“It seems as though we have evidence that links Riri Williams to the cause of the accident. And there are multiple witnesses in Wakanda that have reported sightings of her and even photos.” Shuri’s head lifted, biting her lip to contain the smile spreading across her face.

“Your highness, we are very sorry to have wasted your time, and it is with great honor that I dismiss this case.” The judge bangs her gavel and the courtroom goes wild. The defendants side shouted threats and slurs, as the plaintiffs side rejoiced. Overjoyed that their queen was returning home. 

Shuri turned around, all the family that she had left and built after loosing her immediate family standing front row with smiles taking over their faces. But the only face she could care about at the moment was one that she hadn’t seen in three months. Their you stood looking beautiful as ever with your smaller than usual seven month pregnant pudge. A sudden calm washed over Shuri as the tears finally fell. A weight lifting off of her shoulders. You stepped forward, the two of you making your way to eachother slowly. This was surreal.  You met in the center of the room just standing and looking at eachother.

“I can’t believe you’re here my love. W-when did you come out? Why did no one say anything?”

“About a month ago. No one said anything for the same reason noone told me about your predicament for awhile. They thought they were protecting us. I figured it out after about a week though. They’d been working deligently to get you out, and when we finally got all of the evidence needed I knew I wanted to be here. Nothing in the world could have stopped me.” Shuri smiled licking her lip and reaching out for your belly. She placed her hand gently on your belly bending down to speak. “My little Amandla you made it back to me strong girl. Your umama is proud of you.”

A tear trickled down your face. “You named her?” Shuri stood upright nodding. “If that’s ok with you Ubusi.” You smiled. “I love it. Our little Amandla Udaku.” Shuri stepped forward wrapping her arms around you. 

“If I’ve learned anything in the time passed my sweet y/n. It is that I cannot live my life without you. You breathe life into me and with every bit of my being I will do what it takes to protect you and our daughter. For the rest of my days.”

“I love you Shuri Udaku”

Shuri swooped you up in her arms bridal style. You grabbed her face bringing it to yours and you kissed like no one else was in the room. 

Shuri pulled away with a smile on here face. 

“I have a gift for you. Let’s get you home.”

And she walked out of the courtroom with you in her arms.

Shuri lead you down the dark hall to a room with several locks. She took her time unlocking each one. And turned to you smiling. 

“You ready for this my love!” 

“Stop stalling and open the door already Shuri.” You giggled. The door opened and Shuri flicked on the lights. There….was a bloody and bruised Riri Williams hanging from her wrist from the ceiling.” You’re eyes were wide in shock at the sight of her. Slash marks all over her body her finger nails missing. Her finger tips burnt. 

“Watch this my love.” Shuri flicked a switch and Riri was jolted awake by electricity.

When her head lifted you noticed that her eyes were gone. 

“Please. Please kill me! I can’t live like this anymore. Tell my mama I love her and I’m sorry.” Her voice was raspy from dehydration and her constant screams.

“Awww come on now they tell me you enjoyed some of it. Like our little game of cat mouse. See babe. We let her loose some times. Let the goons hunt her and whoever brought her back got a prize! I figured she liked that one.”

“Oh My God Shuri!” Tears poured down your face. You looked to her your facial expression stuck in shock. 

“For me? You did all of this for me?” You asked. She walked towards you grabbing your waist pulling into you. “Yes my love. All for you. I’d place all the starts at your feet if you just give me the time. This was due to you.”

You smiled, lifting your chin to place a loving kiss to Shuri’s lips. And then another and another. The kiss quickly turned from innocent to lustfilled. Shuri began pushing you back against the wall as the two of you felt all over eachothers bodies. You began to slide Shuri’s cream suit jacket from her shoulders allowing it to drop to the floor. As she pressed your body into the wall you began to unbutton her pants as you kissed sloppily. Once her pants were unbuttoned you placed your hands underneath her crisp white button up, reaching up underneath until you were fondling her breast underneath her bra. She through her head back moaning at your touch. You lifted your leg. Rubbing it up and down hers hinting at wanting her to pick you up.

She obliged

“I pictured our reunion over and over again sthandwa. And I couldn’t have imagined anything more romantic than this.” Shuri spoke against your lips. You hum in agreement. Taking your arms from around Shuri’s neck you find her wrist and pressing your favorite button on her Kimoyo beads, you’d take the same hand and tech inbetween the two of you, guiding her strap inside of you. Your eyes rolled back and your mouth dropped, as your head fell back agains the wall. You’d missed your wife. Shuri took the opportunity to attack your neck kissing biting and sucking as she began to thrust into you.

“Yes! Yes fuck me like the fucking demon you are my love.” She growls into your ear and takes it up a notch. 

“Oh God Riri! If only you could see this! I can only imagine were a sight to see!” You giggle “But I heard you enjoy listening.” A groan came from Riri as she began to cry.

“Please. Please let me die!”

“Ahhhhh! Oh babe. Her tears make me so horny! Uhn im ready to cum already!” Shuri thrust deeper and harder giving you her all as you scream out your pleasure.

“Come for me my Angel. I’m right behind you.” Shuri’s breathing was sporadic, her eyes wild as she drooled onto your breast.

“Ooouuuuu Fuck me!!! I’m cumming Shuri! I’m going to cum so hard all over you.” A few more pumps and your release was splashing all over Shuri causing her to follow right behind you. The two of you held eachother in orgasmic bliss as Riri cried.

Shuri pulled out of you. Letting your legs that she had spread up against the wall down one by one. You fixed your dress and strolled over to where Riri hang. “Oh my love. I think she’s happy here.” Shuri buckled her pants over by the wall. Her clothes were a mess but she didn’t care to fix them. She looked on the outside now exactly as she was on the inside. 

EVIL. 

“She does huh? I was going to leave her fate to you. Let you take her out of her misery. Or release her and let her live her life this way.”

“Just let me die! Just let me die please!” You walk around her body giving her a once over. “Hmm. Let me think on it love. For now let’s go take a bath.” You grab Shuri’s hand leading her to the door as Riri screamed after you.

“No! Nononononono don’t leave me like this! I can’t take it any more!”

You turned out the light and Shuri closed the door behind the two of you.

Riri hung there. Crying. Darkness was the only thing she knew now. This was something she never thought Shuri capable of. Pure evil. None of what she’d done had been worth this. All she wanted was to die. To be taken out of her misery. She heard a noise. The door was opening and all she could do was hang there. Her voice gone from all the screaming. 

“Well, well, well. This is unfortunate.” Tolu’s voice rang throughout the room. Causing Riri’s lip to tremble. 

“I’ve come to do a job once again. A job that I can be honest and say I really don’t want to do. See my bosses. They’re so loving, so kind. If I were them I’d let you rot here in your mess. Die a slow, painful, torturous death. *sigh* But! Unfortunately they’ve agreed to take you out of your misery.”

Tolu removed a gun from her waist pointing it straight between Riri’s eyes.

“Any last words.” 

Riri could only let out a hoarse “Thank you”.

Tolu removed her shades, looking Riri over. “No. Thank you for the eyes, so that I can enjoy seeing you suffer in your final moments. But keep in mind this relief did not come from me. This my dear…. 

Is a gift….” Tolu pulled back the hammer.

“From the Udaku’s”

*BANG!*

A/N: I know this shit took forever but I hope you guys enjoyed and that it was worth the wait.

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'tis the damn season

PART 4 | SERIES

Pairing: Steve Harrington/fem!reader

Warnings: Smut (18+), angst, friends-with-benefits, parental neglect/abuse, smoking, alcohol use, two fools who can’t just say what they feel

Wordcount: 9.1k

Childhood friends-to-lovers-to-strangers-to-lovers again, broken promises, and roads not taken, lots of angst, soft smut, illicit affairs, what-ifs, and it’s always been you. And it all leads to your hometown, during Christmas break.

Part 4 | the warmest bed I’ve ever known

THEN, Spring 1988

“Wait, what?” Robin cried in disbelief.

You sighed, twirling the phone’s cord in your hand.

“Robin, look -”

“You mean I’m not going to see you at all? You’re killing me here -”

“Robin! It’s just… this is a really big opportunity. And, I’ve got my own place here now, and flights have gotten crazy expensive -”

You heard Robin laugh through the phone, then a sigh.

“You know I’m fucking with you, right?”

A small wave of relief washed over you - you had been dreading this call, so much that you’d been putting it off for over a week.

“You are?”

“Yeah! I mean - I’m not going to lie, I’m pretty bummed that you’re not coming back to Hawkins. I miss you like crazy. But, that’s so exciting… like, an internship with the New York Times? I mean, you’re really doing it - making it in the big city, all of that -”

You smiled, and flopped down on your bed, clutching the phone.

“Yeah, well, it’s not exactly glamorous - it’s an unpaid internship, and I’m taking extra shifts at the coffee shop to make it all work, with two roommates -”

“Yeah, but… it’s all pretty amazing. You’re really getting out, doing what you’ve always wanted. And I mean, me and Steve are still stuck back here -”

You twinged inwardly at the mention of his name, and were suddenly thankful that Robin couldn’t see you right then.

“Oh c’mon - don’t talk like that. I mean, you said the semester’s going well, right?”

Robin sighed, and you could picture the way she was probably rolling her eyes.

“Yeah, at Hawkins Community - but, I’m thinking of transferring next year. Not sure if I can afford it though.”

“There’s nothing wrong with community college, Robin. I’ve told you that like a million times -”

“It’s not the school itself, you know that. I just… you actually got out, away from Hawkins. The most interesting thing here is the movie theater, and only one screen is working right now, did you know that?”

You bit your lip, and searched for the words - you couldn’t argue with her there. But, Robin carried on, the way she often did:

“But, to be honest, it’s probably good that I’m sticking around here - without me here, God knows what would happen to Steve. I think we’re a little codependent, to be honest - did you tell him yet, that you’re not coming back for spring break, or the summer? I can, if you want, but I didn’t know -”

“Oh, uh - I mean, you can, if you want,” you answered quickly. “No need to make a big deal out of it, but, um… I don’t care if he knows, I guess. He’ll figure it out, when I don’t show up, anyways.”

You were aware that you were stammering, your heartbeat quickening and palms growing clammy at the thought of Steve. In the days following your argument, you had found yourself spiraling, thinking of nothing but Steve. There were a million times that you thought about calling him, or driving to his house, or even writing him a letter - but the idea of facing him again was enough to make you sick. In the end, you had headed back to New York in the new year, and subconsciously made a vow to never see him again. When you had received the summer internship offer, and the chance to renew the lease on your apartment, you had jumped at the opportunity. 

You hadn’t told Robin about what happened between you and Steve - it felt wrong to lie, but you couldn’t even bring yourself to talk about it. But you had somewhat assumed that he would say something - those two were inseparable. If she knew anything, though, she wasn’t letting it on. In fact, she was talking about Steve like things were completely normal, which was lending itself to awkward conversations like this. 

“Um, okay… by the way, just between you and me, I think he really misses you.”

You stiffened, and cursed yourself for your sharp intake of breath - Robin probably heard that.

“You think so?” you asked, trying your best to keep your tone steady.

“I mean, yeah - whenever I bring you up, he gets kind of weird… I can’t really explain it. He usually talks to me about these things, but… it doesn’t matter. I love him, but he can be such a guy sometimes, you know? But, I think he’s going to be sorry to hear you’re ditching us, that’s all.”

No, you thought. He’ll actually be thrilled to know he doesn’t have to see me again.

The thought alone was enough to make your eyes start to burn with tears, and you soon had to make a lame excuse to hang up the phone. And once again, you were alone. 

NOW, Winter 1988

For the two days following your conversation with Robin, where you had confessed everything, you find yourself spiraling. Maybe it’s just the run-in with Steve that had done this, the reminder that he’s real and here, only minutes away - in New York, it had been easy to keep him off of your mind. But, now, everything reminds you of him - driving past your old high school, the small Methodist church on the corner, the movie theater at the center of town, or the footprint of where Starcourt Mall used to be, bringing you back to that one summer when he scooped ice cream in that ridiculous sailor uniform. You feel him in the chilly winter wind, in the bare trees lining the sidewalks, in the smell of fireplace smoke drifting through the atmosphere on especially cold nights. And you hear him in the music on the radio, when that one Wham! song comes on, and you picture him rolling his eyes and smiling endearingly and you belted it in his face.

You had thought that being back in Hawkins would feel strange, after being away so long. But no, it’s worse - it aches. 

But, Christmas is on its way, and you throw yourself into holiday prep in full force. You decide to not think about Steve, to the best of your ability. You gather and wrap gifts, help hang lights over the fireplace, and finish addressing the last-minute Christmas cards that your mother forgot to send out. Then, comes the baking - you’re always tasked with it, making cakes and cookies and confections for all of the parties, including your special lemon cake, saved for an indulgent breakfast on Christmas morning. It’s what brings you to the grocery store in the afternoon, with a long list of baking essentials. The store is a bit of a zoo, with Christmas only about a week away, and you find yourself shouldering down the aisle labeled ‘Baking Needs.’ It’s slim pickings, and you inwardly groan as you have to get the more expensive brand-name baking soda. You’re so preoccupied that you’re intentionally drowning out the sounds of the people around you, scanning your handwritten list with a furrowed brow. 

Okay, you think, I’ve got the eggs, lemons, flour, sugar, unsalted butter -

It’s why you hardly see him, not until you’re looking up and moving again, nearly crashing your cart right into him.

“Oh my - oh, hey,” you say, your voice getting caught in your throat when you realize who it is.

Steve stares back at you, mouth hanging open, eyes wide. He looks just as he did a few days ago, a bit changed from the boy you last saw a year ago. But, he’s still Steve, and he’s standing in the middle of the grocery aisle right in front of you. The mundanity of it all somehow makes it seem more unbelievable, more exasperating. To his credit, he’s frozen in place, looking like he’s seen a ghost.

“Hey,” he replies softly.

You both stare at each other, almost filling the silence, then stopping - what is there even to say? Shoppers weave around you, muttering to themselves, crackly Christmas music playing through the store’s sound system. But you may as well be able to hear a pin drop, because you can’t find a single thing to say, and neither can Steve.

“I - um - what are you doing?” Steve asks. You glance down at you cart, full of chocolate and flour and absolutely nothing practical, then shrug.

“Oh, you know - buying stuff for Christmas baking. My parents are busy with work, and I’m the one who knows what to get anyways, so… yeah.”

It’s stiff, and awkward, and a ridiculous exchange to even be having. He just nods.

“Oh, yeah - the great Christmas baking extravaganza.”

Right - three years ago, Steve had been there to help you, letting you instruct him around the kitchen, and the cookies had nearly burned because you two got… distracted. You shake the memory, feeling sick.

“Oh - yeah. I think I’m making my chai cookies for your party, actually… your mom told my mom that she really liked those.”

He raises his eyebrows at that, curious.

“You’re - you’re coming to the party on Saturday?”

“I - well, yeah. I didn’t think I was, but… my mom was pretty insistent.”

Something flickers across his face then, something unreadable, then his expression hardens.

“Right, yeah -makes sense. I mean, that you’re coming because of your mom.”

His words are clipped, his voice sharp. Fuck.

You just wish, more than anything, that the ground will open up beneath you and swallow you up, if it means getting out of this encounter. But, miracles don’t happen often, so you have to swallow your pride and face him instead. You sigh, looking down at your cart. 

“Steve, I - that’s not what I meant. Well, I guess it is, but - I figured you didn’t really want to see me. And I’m not going to make you uncomfortable in your house, that’s not fair.”

Just silence from him, and you can’t look at him. You just find yourself focusing on a bag of flour in the cart, reading the label as you try to figure out something else to say.

“But, it seems the world just wants us to run into each other anyway, apparently,” you mumble.

“Hm, yeah, I guess,” Steve says coldly. Another moment passes, just the two of you in the grocery aisle - somehow, of everyone in the store, he’s the only one who truly seems like a stranger.

“Well, uh - I guess I’ll see you on Saturday,” you say quickly, finally bringing your eyes back up to meet his. “I - I’ll try to stay out of your way, though. It’s the least I can do.”

You make a move to keep pushing your cart, but Steve just sighs.

“Hey, wait -”

Despite yourself, you stop in your tracks, frozen. You look back at him, and there’s a question in his eyes, searching your face for… something.

“Yeah?” you reply.

“I, uh - are you free later today?”

You furrow your brow, and nod cautiously.

“Um, yes - I mean, I think I should be. I have a couple of other errands to run, but I don’t think it’s going to take super long -”

“You want to meet at Gateway? And like, get a coffee, or something?”

You feel your stomach twist and turn into knots - there’s something in his voice, the harsh edge softened just a bit, pleading for you. And he’s staring at you with those honey brown eyes, and you know one thing - if you say no, that’s it - the nail in the coffin. So you swallow, and nod slowly.

“Yeah - sure thing.”

He nods curtly, and glances at his watch.

“Okay, well - it’s noon, so want to say like, around 2?”

“Mm hm - that’s fine. I’ll meet you there, I guess.”

You let your gaze linger on Steve for a moment longer, then turn and walk down the aisle, pretending to look at your shopping list. You wonder if he’s still staring at you - but you don’t dare to turn around to find out.

*****

You arrive at Gateway Diner at 1:56 pm. Steve is never on time for anything, that much you know - so you sit in your car for a moment, gathering yourself. You take a few deep breaths, shutting your eyes and resting your head against the wheel. You feel a bit sick, your mind in a haze ever since the conversation in the grocery store a few hours ago. Coming back to Hawkins was a huge mistake, Christmas be damned -

You take a moment to glance at yourself in the mirror, and sigh - if you had known this was happening today…

You fish around in your bag, silently thanking yourself for always carrying around a little concealer and mascara. You do your best with your finger to cover the dark circles under your eyes, hastily dabbing in the concealer until it’s deemed good enough. As you quickly run mascara over your lashes, you laugh to yourself, feeling like a fool - but, it doesn’t stop you, nor does it stop you from finally getting out of the car. You take one more deep breath in the chilly December air - you can do this.

When you enter the diner, your cold cheeks burn as they meet the warm air. It’s thick with the sounds of chatter and silverware, the smell of greasy food wafting from the kitchen. It had been so long since you had last been here, and somehow, you actually feel like you’re somewhere familiar for the first time all week.

You try to catch the eye of the girl behind the counter to be seated - someone new, she might even still be in high school - but before you can, you hear an all-too-familiar voice call your name. You whip your head towards it, and see Steve sitting at a booth by the window, waving in your direction. 

You nod and head over, each step feeling impossible as you grow closer to him. It doesn’t matter how many times you’ve run into him, you realize - you’ll never quite get used to the sight of him, not anymore.

He already has a mug of coffee in front of him, halfway done, by the looks of it. He got here early, and waited, you realize with dread. Fuck.

“Hey,” he says, offering a small smile as you slide into the vinyl booth.

“Hey,” you parrot. He’s just staring at you, and you suddenly find yourself fidgeting. Unsure what to do with your hands, you just fold them flat on the table, suddenly making this whole thing feel like a business meeting between colleagues. No, worse than that: you’re strangers.

“Thanks for coming,” he says quietly. “I wasn’t sure you would.”

You shrug, staring down at the full cup of coffee sitting in front of you - he must’ve ordered it for you.

“To be honest, I wasn’t sure I would, either.”

It’s brutal, but honest - his face falters slightly, but to his credit, he recovers quickly.

“Well, I’m glad you did.”

Silence again. Heavy, awkward. You fumble with one of  the little creamers, pouring it into your coffee and avoiding eye contact as you busy yourself.

“So,” he starts, “uh - how’s New York been?”

You shrug, stirring the coffee with a spoon.

“Fine. I mean, good - really busy. I’m still interning with the Times. And, working at this coffee place downtown. But, it’s cool, because I’m actually doing stuff. Like, I don’t just grab coffee - I get to sit in on meetings, they listen to my ideas, let me look over stuff as it gets edited - I’m learning a lot.”

You find yourself rambling, carrying on with details he probably doesn’t care about, because somehow it’s better than that godawful silence. Steve, to his credit, is at least pretending to be a good listener - he’s looking at you intently, hanging on each word as you carry on about your apartment, your roommates, the breaking news article you practically stayed overnight in the office to help get published.

“- I mean, don’t get me wrong, I was exhausted, but it was worth it - there was this thrill to it, knowing that I helped to make that happen, and it was on the front page. Below the fold, but still -”

“That’s amazing,” he says quietly. You stop, and meet his eyes. He’s just looking at you, face soft, and something tells you he actually means it. Bastard. 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. It’s what you’ve always wanted - for as long as I remember. So, that’s awesome, really. Did they put your name?”

You raise your eyebrow, confused.

“What?”

“Your name. On the byline? You always said that was your dream - to have your byline on the front of the Times.”

You hesitate for a moment, completely caught off-guard - you don’t even remember telling him that. But he does.

“Oh, that. Well, no. But, I didn’t write it, exactly - I called some sources, did some editing, but… it wasn’t exactly mine.”

He shakes his head as he raises the coffee mug to his lips.

“That’s still not right - you deserve it. I’ll march down there and tell ‘em that myself.”

You feel something flutter in your chest, in a way that’s achingly familiar, because it’s so Steve. 

“Yes, well - I think I can handle that for myself, thanks.”

It’s meant to be a joke, but sounds more defensive than you intend - did you intend it that way? But, you can't think on it, because the wall is put back up. You can see it in his face, how it hardens, how he straightens up a bit - he was just starting to relax, both of you were, but that iciness remains.

Before you can say anything, a waitress is approaching, carrying a tray full of food. You vaguely recognize her - middle-aged, with a friendly face and massive perm. Is her name Joan, maybe? You feel just a little sad, starting to feel more detached from the town you grew up in than you ever have before.

“The full breakfast for you, young man - and a full stack for you, with extra syrup,” she says enthusiastically.

You look at Steve, and raise an eyebrow. He just offers a small smile, and shrugs.

“I ordered before you got here - I figured you’d never say no to pancakes, right?”

“I - yeah, no, that’s great. Thanks, Steve.”

You set yourself on pouring the side of syrup over the plate, and Steve just shakes his head.

“So I was right - you still like to drench everything in sight in syrup,” he says playfully.

“Shut up,” you retort, earning a chuckle from him. It’s slightly forced, but still nice to hear - you hadn’t been sure if you remembered what his laugh sounds like anymore. 

“Thanks, though,” you add. “I’m actually pretty hungry.”

You both sit in silence while you eat. It’s strange, how something can be simultaneously so uncomfortable yet familiar. The booth is the same, with its worn vinyl, the sticky tabletop, the smell of coffee and syrup and eggs settling wrapping around you like a warm hug. But then there’s you and Steve, the only unrecognizable thing in this diner - still technically the same people who had slid into this booth as teenagers, but a bit older, more hardened, and something irreparable separating you.

“So,” you say after a while. “Uh, I realize I talked a lot about myself, but… how are things with you?”

He glances up at you for a moment, and shrugs.

“Oh, you know - the same. Working at Family Video, hanging out with Robin, the kids - I guess they’re hardly kids anymore. But, you know me - not much to report.”

There’s an edge to his voice, and it takes you a moment to remember why. You had managed to block out most of your argument from last winter, because the memory of it riddles you with an immeasurable guilt. But, you remember now:

Uproot your life? Be serious Steve - you couldn’t take a week off from your minimum wage job, chauffeuring a bunch of teenagers, and maybe being Daddy’s punching bag?

You suddenly want to sink into the floor, because if Steve is intentionally giving you a cold shoulder, you can’t say you don’t deserve it. But, wasn’t him asking you to meet him here, his way of extending an olive branch? Or, was it just to get some closure?

It’s an elephant in the room, this great big thing making it impossible to be near him, making your stomach turn intermittently. So, it has to be addressed, eventually - it needs to be ripped off like a band-aid.

“Hey, Steve - I… I’m sorry.”

He looks up at you, meeting your eyes properly. 

“What for?” he asks quietly.

You sigh, placing down your fork.

“You know what for,” you say firmly.

“Do I?”

He’s playing a game, his words a little more biting. This is going to be even harder than you thought, you realize - and you had already been prepared for it to be godawful.

“I - last time I saw you… I said some things I regret. Some really shitty things. And, you didn’t deserve that. I -” you steady yourself for a moment, taking a deep breath to combat the heaviness in your throat. Your chest is tight, your palms clammy.

“I just, um - I’ve played that argument in my head, like, a million times. And, I’ve felt a lot of things. Sometimes I get angry, upset, or just plain sad. But most of the time… I just feel shame. Like, utter, fucking shame. So, it may not mean much at this point, and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to fix this but… I’m sorry.”

You do mean it, every word, and there’s something unbelievably cathartic about finally saying the words that have been playing through your mind for a year. You’ve played this conversation in your mind a thousand times, and for once, you think that maybe you’re not screwing it up.

Steve’s face is unreadable - you can tell he’s thinking, and listening, but it’s hard to gauge what he’s really thinking. 

After a moment, he simply asks, “Then why did you leave?”

“What?”

“Why did you leave? When you didn’t come back this past summer, I - I thought you were gone for good. That I’d never see you again.”

He says it matter-of-fact, blandly, like he’s trying to stave off any emotion. You don’t really know what to say to that - did you think you’d ever actually see him again? Did you want to?

Honesty, you decide - at this point, it’s the least you owe him, even if you don’t actually know what the truth is.

“I - I thought I was, too. Gone for good, I mean. It wasn’t an actual choice - like, I didn’t think I wanted to stay away forever. But, you were right about one thing - I’ve always wanted to get out of Hawkins, and leave it all behind for something else. Any yeah, whenever I was gone, I missed you, Robin, my family… but then, when - well, when that happened… I got the internship offer, the chance to stay in my apartment, to start my life in the city. So, I decided to stay there. I ran, because… because I’m a coward. And, because I figure you hate my guts, and it’d be easier if you didn’t have to deal with me anymore.”

Because I couldn’t bring myself to face you, because I’d rather miss you than be hurt even more, because I -

“No,” he whispers.

“No what?”

“No, you’re not a coward,” he says firmly. “You’re a lot of things - Smart. Talented. Stubborn. Honest. A terrible singer, and a sugar addict -”

Despite everything, you find yourself laughing at him, because there he is again, the Steve you know.

“- but a coward? No, no way. Maybe you were scared but… that’s not the same thing, not really. I mean, you got out of Hawkins, you’re kicking ass at your dream job before you’re even done with school - that’s not a coward, got that? And… I don’t know how you could ever think that I hate you. Ever.”

He leans back in the booth after that, some tension visibly leaving his body as he gets it off of his chest. You just feel yourself freeze, your ears roaring, eyes burning.

“I - Steve, don’t -”

“I mean it,” he says. “I was hurt, and pretty pissed - maybe I still am, I don’t know. But hating you… that’s not something I could do.”

For not the first time in your life, you feel the sudden urge to protect this boy, to want to give him everything, to make sure nothing ever hurts him again. But you can’t say it, because it’s not quite a feeling you can put into words, unless -

“Promise?” you ask, perhaps a bit pathetically.

“Promise,” he says. 

With Steve, it’s easy to believe him, even if it’s only for a moment.

*****

When you’ve both drank your bodyweight in coffee, cleared your plates, and exhausted conversation, you make a move to leave the diner. Steve insists on paying, dropping bills on the table as you both re-emerge into the cold December air. After the warmth of sitting inside, the outdoors bites your skin, flushes your face. You wrap your scarf just a little tighter, shoving your hands in your pockets as you both walk to the parking lot. 

The day is already starting to dull, and thanks to the peak winter season, you know that there’s probably only about an hour of daylight left. Neither of you speak for a while, not until you reach Steve’s car. The familiar red BMW makes you want to cry, and you suddenly feel stupid for even feeling so attached to something like a car. But, it’s not a car - it’s an extension of Steve.

“Well, thanks,” you say carefully. “I - I’m glad we got a chance to talk properly. To clear the air, I guess.”

There’s still so much to be said, so many questions you want to ask - but maybe you’d never really know the answers to those.

He just kicks at the gravel, scuffing his Nikes as he contemplates.

“Me too. I mean, uh - do you have anywhere you need to be?”

You shake your head cautiously.

“Um, no? I already dropped my groceries at home, but I’m probably not going to start baking until tomorrow… I think my parents are out tonight, anyways. Wait, why?”

He shrugs, leaning back against the side of the car.

“Well… wanna go for a drive?”

He asks it so simply, as if no time has passed at all. In your high school days, and when you’d visit for college breaks, going for an aimless drive was a frequent occurrence, just an excuse to spend time together. But now, it feels like more than that - a peace offering, an attempt at normalcy. 

“Oh! Um - yeah, sure. Why not.”

When you slide into the passenger seat, everything is the same - not that you had really expected anything else. The dusty dashboard, the worn-leather smell, the crackly radio - all the same, like you had never left.

“Where are we going?” you ask casually as Steve backs out of the lot. You pull off your big red scarf, tossing it into the back seat as heat wafts through the vents.

“Dunno. Wherever we feel like, I guess.”

The answer is the old parking lot adjacent to Hawkins High, tucked right between the school and an old Methodist church. It’s basically deserted, the middle of the work and school day making you and Steve one of the only cars here.

After he parks, the boy just sighs, leaning back in his seat and shutting his eyes. You let him just do that for a while, the Christmas music on the radio serving as the only form of company. You stare ahead across the street, at the old high school building. The girl and boy who walked those halls a few years ago don’t exist anymore, not really - instead, there’s the versions of you and Steve sitting here in this car, changed.

“D’you ever miss it?” you ask.

“Hm?”

“High school. I mean, I know a lot of it is bullshit, and I think I’d die if I had to take another algebra test, but… do you ever miss parts of it.”

He thinks for a moment, before sighing and straightening up in his seat.

“Yes and no. I do think some things were a lot more simple back then. I mean, I was an asshole, but I kind of got my shit together towards the end. But, to answer your question - do I wish that my biggest problem was winning the next basketball game, or which girl I was going to take to prom? Yeah. Of course.”

You think about his words for a moment, and echo a similar sentiment - a desire for a life that was simpler, more carefree than you had realized at the time.

“We’re getting old,” you joke.

He laughs heartily, nodding in agreement.

“Oh, yeah - we’ll be in the old folks home, soon enough.”

You both laugh at that, the feeling and sound of it nearly foreign.

“Do you think we’re all going to end up like our parents?” you ask, voice a bit firmer.

He pauses again, staring straight ahead out the front window.

“No,” he concedes. “I hope not.”

The hours pass, the dusk quickly turning into the heavy cloak of night. The pair of you mostly sit in silence after that, occasionally swapping an old memory from childhood, laughing at a story from your high school days, occasionally wondering aloud where some of your former friends and classmates are today.

“I wonder if Tommy H. and Carol are still together,” you wonder aloud.

Steve groans. “Ugh, don’t remind me of them.”

“Why not? You guys were friends -”

“Yeah, that’s the problem. I wasted so much time with them, and people like them, just to be something I’m not. I just wish I had figured that all out sooner.”

“Why?” you ask. “I mean, I know they were kind of dicks, but… there’s nothing wrong with wanting to be popular in high school.”

“Maybe not,” he says. “But, I didn’t realize that what I really wanted - what I needed - was there in front of me, the entire time. And I didn’t need to chase anything.”

Your breath hitches in your throat, because you know what he’s getting at - you think back to that conversation years ago, in the haze of early summer, when he confessed to regretting distancing himself from you in high school. The same night he’d kissed you for the first time, when a lot of things happened for the first time -

You find yourself looking at the boy in the driver’s seat, and you want to reach across and just touch him - run your hands through his hair, brush along his face -

And you don’t realize that you’re leaning closer to him, you hand half-reaching out towards him. You catch it, pulling it back and settling it in your lap. But he’s looking at you with those big brown eyes, warm like honey, and they feel just a bit like home. And he’s leaning towards you, too, closer than he probably should be.

“Steve?” you ask, softer than a whisper.

“Yeah?”

You can feel the heat radiating off of him, contrasting with the cold fogging up the windshield glass, and he’s so close, the familiar smell of him becoming too much -

“I -”

Then, a screeching HONK, loud enough that you jump, your head nearly hitting the ceiling.

“Oh, fuck -”

“Jesus, sorry,” he says, realizing it just came from him, elbow pressed too hard into the steering wheel of his own car.

“It’s fine,” you say. Your eyes flit down to the clock on your dashboard, and you let out a shaky breath.

“Oh, wow - look at the time! I - I know my parents are out, but, it is pretty late -”

“Oh, yeah,” Steve says hurriedly. “Let me just drive you back,  I guess.”

“Sounds good!” you say, your voice a little too shrill, too enthusiastic. “Just bring me back to Gateway, actually - we left my car there.”

“Right, of course - I’ve got you.”

You two don’t say much else on the way back, letting Baby It’s Cold Outside and Sleigh Ride fill the silence instead. When Steve brings you back to the diner, you offer each other a curt nod, and you manage to get out a thanks again, I’ll see you at the party.

Before you can close the door, you’re stopped as he says “Hey, wait -”

“Mm?”

“Are we - are we friends again?” he asks. His voice is soft, pleading, his eyes wide and shining through the dimness of the night. You cross your arms and pull your coat tight, thinking carefully about your answer.

You want to say yes, of course, I don’t think we could ever not be friends, Steve. But then you remember what he had said all those months ago - those three words, which somehow crossed a line more than any amount of sex ever could. It’s what stops you, makes you hesitate, even as the boy stares at you expectantly.

“I - I don’t know,” you admit. “I guess I just - I need some time still, to figure stuff out. I don’t know if things can ever go back to the way they were, but -”

“They can’t?” he asks, sounding a bit defeated. You sigh, kicking yourself internally. You’re barrelling down a familiar path, and this whole thing could blow up again in an instant. So you gather yourself, measuring your response.

“I mean - not exactly as they were, no. But… I do miss you, Steve. More than I realized. So… I think it’s a start,” you decide.

He thinks for a moment, then slowly nods.

“Yeah, okay - I can do a start.”

You both just stare at each other for a moment, and you ultimately decide to step back. Before slamming the passenger door closed, you add, “Well - thanks again. I’ll see you on Saturday. At the party, I mean.”

He nods curtly, offering a semi-forced smile.

“Yeah - Saturday.”

When you’re back in your car, and you’re certain he’s driven away, you let your forehead rest on the steering wheel, wishing you could just melt into it and never come out again.

*****

It’s difficult to say whether you actually feel better after your day with Steve. Most of you says yes - apologies were made, the air was cleared, and for brief moments, it had felt as if nothing had happened at all. But, it also brought back memories - far too many memories. Little things, really - Steve’s laugh, they way his eyes glint in the sunlight, the smell of his cologne, the cigarettes he keeps in his glove box; the way he looks at you, the look he gets when you make a joke, the way he sounded saying I love y-

You’re pulled from your thoughts by the sound of your doorbell ringing. You glance at your bedside clock - it’s a little past 10pm, but there’s no way your parents could possibly be home yet…

You swing your legs over the side of your bed, shrugging on a sweater as you pad down the hallway to your front door. The doorbell rings again, and you roll your eyes - probably a last-minute late night delivery from out-of-town, because your mother always forgets something until a few days before Christmas.

When you open the door, the last thing you expect is Steve Harrington to be standing there in the dim porch light. His face is flushed from the cold, the flurries of snow dusting his hair, and he looks just a little too handsome. The sight of him makes you ache again, in a way you can’t quite explain. His eyes widen at the sight of you, as if you’re the last person he thought would be standing in the doorway of your own house.

“Steve! Hi! I, uh - what’re you doing here?” you ask with surprise. 

“Oh, um, you know,” he says, raising up a flash of red in his hand. “It’s just - you left this. In my car, I mean.”

You look properly at what he’s holding, and you make out what it is: your scarf. You hadn’t even realized it was missing.

“Oh! Um, thanks,” you say, taking it from his outstretched hand. Your fingers brush his, just for the briefest second. And, despite how cold his skin is, it feels like it lights you on fire at the contact. You pull back quickly, as if he’s actually burned you, and sling the scarf over your arm.

“Don’t mention it,” he replies, shoving his hands into his coat pockets.

You both stand there for a moment. Two. The wind howls a bit, and you both shiver.

“Was there anything else?” you ask, hardly daring to raise your voice above a whisper.

“Uh, yeah,” he says, but he doesn’t sound too sure. “I mean maybe?”

“Maybe?”

“No, I mean, yes - that’s all.”

You raise an eyebrow, crossing your arms.

“So, you drove out here in the middle of the night, as the snow is starting, just to bring me my scarf back?” you demand.

He just stares at you, long enough that you wonder if he somehow didn’t hear you. Then, he’s taking a step forward, and whispering, “No.”

You’re not sure who moves first, but he’s crashing into you, arms tugging you into each other as his lips find yours.

You gasp as he kisses you, surprised by how right it feels, how easy it is. Your hand is fisted in his coat, and he brings his hands to both sides of your face as you back up through the doorway, pulling him with you.

He kicks the door closed behind him, hardly breaking the kiss - it’s desperate, and messy, and nothing is gentle about it. He kisses you like he’ll die if he doesn’t, enough to knock the breath from your lungs. And you don’t want him to stop, not ever, not if it means that you’ll never have to lose him again.

You stumble your way through the house, until you’re searching frantically for the door of your bedroom, the pair of you barrelling through it in a whirlwind and slamming it shut.

It’s the first time you’ve stopped kissing since he came through the doorway, and you both just stare at each other, chests heaving, hearts racing.

“I,” he starts. “I swear, I’m just trying to -”

“I know,” you whisper, bringing one hand up to card your fingers through his hair. “I’ve always known, Steve.”

He furrows his brow, confused.

“Always known what?”

But you don’t answer, and just pull him in for another kiss instead. It’s gentler this time, just a bit sweeter, and he’s sighing into your mouth.

He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer, the kisses becoming desperate again. With every kiss, you’re trying to say a million things: I’m sorry, I missed you, I need you, I could never hate you, I lo-

But neither of you speak, because it’s just desperate moans and gasps, wandering hands and and tongues, and trying to touch anything, everything.

You don’t know when he shrugged off his coat, but you’re tugging at his sweater, perhaps a bit too desperately. He chuckles and steps back for a moment, pulling it off in one swift movement before bringing his hands to your head again, pulling your lips to his. It’s like you’re both addicted, unable to go more than a moment without touching each other. The distance and times is washing away, with every kiss, every brush of skin, every piece of clothing shed. 

He’s pulled your own sweater off of you, making a point to kiss the exposed skin of your shoulder and down the valley of your breasts, and you moan.

“Fuck, baby -” you gasp. “I - I”

“What do you need?” he asks, voice wild and desperate. “Tell me, anything you want, baby.”

“Just touch me, dammit,” you breathe, earning a laugh from him.

“I thought you’d never say that,” he growls, gently pushing you so you’re walking backwards. You let yourself fall as soon at the back of your knees hit the bed, and he’s hastily fumbling with the button of your pants.

In any other situation, you’d want him to take his time, to take it slowly, sweetly. But you don’t have the patience for that, not right now. SO you help him, popping the button and shimmying your pants down your legs, reaching around and unhooking your bra for good measure. As the straps slide down your arms and it falls off of you, he groans.

“Fuck - you’re so fuckin’ perfect, you’ve no idea -”

Your heart flutters at the praise, but you just pull him close to you, crashing his lips into yours again.

“Steve - please -”

“Yeah, yeah, okay,” he concedes, guiding you backwards. “Lay back, baby.”

You oblige, breath hitching in your throat as his lips wander along your throat, your breasts, swirling his tongue around your nipple. You gasp and arch your back, and the sounds you’re making only push him further, his lips traveling down, down, down -

Then he’s pulling your panties down your legs and kissing you everywhere - your ankle, the inside of your knee, your thigh, and then -

When he first licks a stripe along your slit, you let out a strangled cry, practically flying off the bed as you arch up. He practically growls, pressing his lips to his clit as he does, and you’re pretty sure you’re whimpering.

“Oh, fuck - Steve, that’s it - right there. I - ah! - add your finger there, yes -”

He’s working on you like it’s his job, lapping at you like a starving man. His tongue circles slowly around your clit, his fingers pumping in and out of you, and you hear the sound of your slick, your heaving breaths and pleas filling the room. You grip the sheets, bringing your heels to his bare back to press him closer into you.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he breathes into your cunt. “It’s so hot, baby - you taste so good -”

He’s speaking nonsense, half muffled as he licks at you, but the praise is enough for you.

You can’t even warn him, your orgasm hitting you embarrassingly fast. You come hard, screaming his name as you throw your head back and practically buck into his mouth. He continues licking at you softly, gently working you down from your high.

“That’s it, there you go - God, I love how you sound when you come,” he whispers, his breath fanning over your core. When it becomes too much, you gently tap his head, signaling him to come up for air. He pulls himself up slowly, hovering over you with a big grin on his face.

“Hi,” you breathe.

“Hi.”

His chin and lips are coated in your slick, but you don’t care. You pull him down into another kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue.

“You doing okay?” he asks as he pulls back, taking a moment to brush some hair from your face. You nod, unsure if you’re able to speak quite yet. So instead, you reach downwards, fumbling with his belt and button, biting your lip as you fumble in the dark between you two.

“Whoa, okay, hang on,” he says, pulling back to stand up for a moment. He rids himself of his pants quickly, his boxers the only remaining clothing between you two. Then he’s hovering over you again, smiling as you start kissing him. You reach down and start palming at his clothed bulge, straining against the confines of his underwear.

He groans into your neck, and shakily places his hand over yours and pulls it back.

“Wait, wait, baby - as much as I want you to touch me… I think this is gonna be over way too fast if I let you do that.”

You feel pride surge in your chest, the idea that you can have that kind of effect on this beautiful boy above you. So instead, you say nothing, and move to sit up. You wordlessly guide him, coaxing him to lay back against the mattress so you can straddle him.

He’s looking at you like you might not be real, and in that moment, you’re not sure if he is, either. So instead, you help him pull off his boxers, letting his hard cock spring free. It looks nearly painful, and you want nothing more than to make him feel good, to give him anything he wants.

So, without much ceremony, you take his cock in your hand. He hisses at your touch, and as you raise yourself over him, you meet his eyes one more time - are you sure?

He just nods, and you lower yourself onto him, enveloping him inch-by-inch. You both moan at the feeling, moving yourself slowly as he stretches your walls. He screws his eyes shut and throws his head back, groaning at the feeling of you around him. After what feels like a painstakingly long time, he bottoms out, filling you so completely that you think you might cry. 

You sit there for a moment, both getting used to the feeling - it had been a while for you, and if you had to guess, it had been for him as well.

“Can I move?” you ask after a moment. He just nods, eyes finally flying open to focus on you.

You being rocking back and forth, slowly, and he looks as if he’s died and gone to heaven. Soon enough, though, you begin to pick up the pace, bouncing on his cock as he rocks into you. He shifts until he’s nearly sitting up, gathering you close to his chest and you continue to rock in his lap. He snakes his hand down to where you meet, rubbing fast, messy circles on your clit. The sounds filling the room are just the slapping of skin, heaving breaths, and a slew of dirty words falling from both of you, incoherent and out of control.

“Oh, fuck - baby, you feel so good - so fuckin’ warm and tight, just for me -”

“I - oh, God - you’re amazing. Your cock is so big, filling me perfectly -”

“So beautiful, riding me like this - I can’t believe you came so quick before, babe - can you do it again?” he whispers, mouthing at the skin behind your ear. You just nod, burying your face into the warm skin of his shoulder, meeting his thrusts as he fucks up into you.

Then he angels himself perfectly, hitting that spot inside of you, and you start to cry out.

“I’m close, oh god, Steve - right there, harder, please, fuck me harder -”

You feel his cock twitch inside you, and feeling just a little bit evil, you squeeze around him. He sounds as if you’ve killed him, pressing his teeth into your shoulder.

“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna -”

“Come for me, Steve,” you whisper. “Come when I do.”

He mouths at your neck, and as you feel the familiar hook pulling in your abdomen, it hits you - what both of you need, right now, in this moment. You slow your movements slightly, pulling back to look him in the eye.

“Steve?” you breathe.

“Mm?”

You take his face in your hands, kissing him sweetly, completely in contrast with the way he was roughly fucking up into you. You’re both growing more sloppy, more desperate, chasing your respective highs.

“I - I love you,” you whisper.

That’s enough for both of you. You snap, throwing your head back and screaming as you squeeze and convulse around him. You’re seeing stars, the warmth spreading through you and your orgasm hits your like a train.

Steve follows a second behind, cock twitching and spilling into you as he cries out your name like a prayer, mumbling sweet nothings into your skin as you slow your rhythm, riding out your orgasms together. His hips stutter, then still, only the sounds of your rapid breathing and racing hearts to accompany you.

He still has his arms wrapped around you, chests flush to each other. Steve starts pressing gentle, open-mouthed kisses along your shoulder, his hand slowly rubbing your back. Neither of you say anything, not for a while - the wind howls outside, the snow falling a bit more now.

Eventually, he starts to soften in you, and you pull yourself off, clambering to the other side of the bed. He wordlessly reaches for the unmade comforter and pulls it over you both, noting the goosebumps forming on your skin.

You both just lay there, side-by-side, staring at the ceiling as you wait for your breathing to return to normal. It’s him who finally breaks the silence, because it always is.

“That was -”

“-amazing,” you finish breathlessly, turning your head on the pillow towards him. It’s a tiny bed, and you’re practically nose-to-nose. He’s smiling softly, still blissed-out from what happened only moments ago.

“So… what you said,” he says quietly. “Did you mean it? Like, really mean it?”

And he looks terrified, like your answer might break him, and it makes you want to cry. You want to crack open your chest and draw him inside, keeping him safe right next to your heart. You reach across and gently brush your fingers along his face, ghosting over his cheek and jaw.

“Yes,” you whispered. “Of course I did. I think I have for a long time, Steve.”

His face crumbles, and he sighs with relief, turning up to kiss your palm.

“Did you?” you ask, anxiety creeping into your chest. You’re not even sure if he remembers when he said it last year. He looks confused, but only for a moment.

“Wait - did I - I did, didn’t I?” he says, shaking his head incredulously.

“When I said that, I - it was in the moment, and I almost swore I didn’t - I’ve played that moment, that entire night, in my head almost every day. And - and never knew for sure if I actually said what I felt.”

You feel your heart flutter, your stomach doing somersaults.

“So - you meant it?” you ask cautiously.

He smiles again, big and wide, and gently presses his lips to yours.

“Yes,” he breathes. “I’ve loved you as long as I’ve known you. I was just waiting for you to catch up.”

“Since we were five?” you ask, feeling like the wind has been knocked from your lungs. He just nods. You nuzzle your nose into his, and softly whisper, “Well, I love you too, Steve Harrington.”

LATER, WINTER 1989

It’s loud, warm with bodies, and hazy from smoke - you make you way through the crowd, drink in-hand. You glance at the clock - it’s 11:57, where is he -

“Hey you!” a voice shouts. You laugh as RObin slings her arm around you, pressing a sloppy kiss to your cheek.

“Hey!” you laugh, pulling her close into a side hug. “Where’ve you been?” 

“Well, I was talking to Nancy, but there’s only so much canoodling with Jonathan that I can handle.”

You chuckle, glancing over at where the couple stands in the corner, practically devouring each other.

“Well, where’s Vickie?” you ask, searching over the crowded living room.

“She went to get more champagne, but I don’t - oh! Look, they found each other!”

You follow her gaze, and settle on Robin’s redheaded girlfriend - talking to Steve. You relax at the sight of him, even though he had been by your side only a few minutes ago. He smiles when you spots you, holding out an arm to wrap around you as you sidle up to him.

“Hi,” he says softly, quietly enough that you hardly hear him over the music. 

“Hey, you,” you reply, earning a kiss on the crown of your head.

“Is it almost time?” you ask. Robin glances at her watch, and practically jumps.

“Oh, gosh, yeah! Okay, everyone!” she shouts, scrambling to stand on a chair. Most of the room directs their attention to her, raising their glasses and letting out a few whoops and cheers.

“Alright people, grab someone pretty, make a few resolutions - and say goodbye to the 80s!”

Everyone cheers, and Robin looks down at her wrist again.

“Okay! Ten! Nine -”

Steve pulls you close by your waist, gazing down at you like you’re his whole world. Though, you know that there’s a good chance it’s true. He brushes your hair to the side, and whispers, “Ready for 1990?”

You know what promises the new year will bring - you, starting your full-time job in New York, in the apartment that you and Steve are getting together, with the promise of always coming back to Hawkins for the holidays. A life, that you’re building together, after so many years of dancing around it. It makes sense that you’ve ended up here, ringing in a new decade after being a part of each other’s lives for nearly as long as you’ve known.

“Five! Four! Three -”

You grin, bringing your hand to the nape of his neck.

“As long as it’s you and me, Harrington.”

“ONE! HAPPY NEW YEAR!” Robin screams, followed by a series of applause and cheers.

Steve meets you halfway, and kisses you like he always does, enough that you melt into him like you’ll die if you aren’t attached to him. There’s no need to run anymore. Because, as long as you’re with Steve, you’re home.

Author’s note: well, that’s the end of TTDS. I’m sorry for the wait, but I hope it was worth it! I’m diving into my new Steve series next, and working through my inbox for some blurb requests. But, if you’d like to request prompts/blurbs based on this story, I’d be happy to do that - I think it’s be fun to see other scenes from throughout or after the events of this story. I appreciate every like, reblog, comment, and message - I read every single one. Let me know what you think of the story! Merry Christmas to all who celebrate, and I’ll see y’all in the new year!

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Heaven Ain’t Close in a Place Like This

Pairing: Mikey Way x Reader x Gerard Way Summary: August was barely beginning when you found yourself in Mikey Way’s bunk, but time on tour flies by fast. Between performances and post-show hookups, it feels like you’re with his band more than your own. Thankfully, his brother doesn’t seem to mind. Warnings: NSFW content, fanfic logic Word Count: 6639 A/N: They live! Back from the dead and managed to cough this up. I’ve been making jokes about it since October, opened up the original outline at a Thursday concert, scrapped it half a dozen times, and then pulled this directly out of my ass. I hope you enjoy it!

As insane as being invited onto the Projekt Revolution was, the tour itself was prone to even wilder happenings. With each summer tour your band had played, something crazy had taken place. Between Warped Tour hookups and racy, drunken performances on Taste of Chaos, the next few months were destined to be memorable. In fact, you had already set the tone by the second week, after waking up hungover and pantless with a lanky bassist by your side. One that you were waiting for now, leaning against the side of your bus while the metal scorched your skin.

Under normal circumstances, there was no way you’d be out in this heat, but your bandmate had passed you some cash for a moment of peace. It meant the bus would smell like sex for the night, but twenty bucks was twenty bucks. You could already hear the way Mikey would whine when you told him, knowing he’d complain about having to walk back across the parking lot.

He was already appearing in the distance, clad in a baseball cap and band tee, shooting you a lopsided grin as you waved him over. Before you could react, he came barreling towards you, skidding to a stop and barely avoiding a head-on collision. Hardly sticking the landing, he hooked his arm around your shoulder and leaned against the bus to catch his breath.

“Mikey Way,” you beamed, leaning into his touch. “I’ve got a bit of bad news.”

His head tipped back as he panted, “How bad?”

“Like, ‘Max paid me to leave and let him bang his girlfriend’ bad. I hope your bus is empty.”

If you weren’t so amused, he would’ve been a little annoyed. But then again, he was kinda crazy about you, so he let it slide. Instead, he rolled his eyes, a smile still tugging at his lips as he gave a melodramatic groan. “God, you’re the worst.”

You turned to face him, catching his eyes as you hovered a few inches from him. “That’s not what you were saying the other night.”

He could feel his cheeks heat up, flustered by your brazen remark. Truthfully, you had hooked up a couple more times since the first night, and the sex was significantly better without tequila. The second time was more to prove a point, insisting that he could “blow your mind” while sober. It’s safe to say he convinced you, as you found yourself in his bed every few days.

“Good pussy is good pussy,” he shrugged, his hand dropping to hold yours.

You gave a soft laugh and squeezed his hand, beginning the walk back to his bus. “Are the guys around?”

“Just Gerard. Frank’s off with Lazarra, and I think Ray went to grab lunch.”

Although you were a little disappointed that you couldn’t be alone with him, having Gerard around wasn’t the end of the world. You were friends with him too–not in the same way, but he made good company. Mikey knew what you were getting at, sensing your slight dismay. Holding back an arrogant grin, he nudged your shoulder.

“Why? Were you planning to woo me into bed?” he asked in amusement. “Because I don’t think Gerard would care.”

The question made you laugh, warm and genuine, and you leaned a little closer as he traced shapes onto your hand. You didn’t bother to question his comment about Gerard, figuring that he was just trying to get a rise out of you.

“I was not,” you insisted. “Just curious, that’s all.”

He gave a skeptical mhm, but the banter was quickly dropped as the bus came into view. It was no more than fifteen yards from you, but you still smiled at him mischievously. He turned to face you, catching your expression and raising his eyebrows with another curious hum.

“Race ya,” you said, hardly giving him a chance to register the proposition before you were bolting towards the bus.

You could hear the way his sneakers pounded on the concrete, spewing curses as he hightailed it behind you. His lack of preparation led to an unfortunate downfall, causing him to lose by a few seconds—ones that you spent doubled over in laughter as you pressed yourself against the side of the vehicle. The minute he reached you, he hooked his arms around your waist, tugging you from the wall of the bus while you gasped for breath.

“You fuckin’ cheater,” he wheezed, pulling you into his chest with a laugh.

Your arms looped around his neck, grinning wildly as he rested his forehead against yours. “Eat my dust, Mikey Way.”

His breathing shook, lips turned up as a lousy pickup line rolled off his tongue. “Sure you don’t want me to eat something else instead?”

“You’re so lame,” you cackled, pushing him away.

Mikey reluctantly let you go, watching as you opened the door and collapsed on the couch. He followed suit, sighing in relief as a blast of cool air hit his skin. The two of you were quiet for a moment, the only sounds being heaving chests and tabletop fans. Still, he slipped his arm around your waist again, toying with the hem of your shirt.

“That wasn’t a no,” he teased, earning himself a quick swat.

As tempting as the offer was, his brother was on the other end of the bus, and you knew how thin those doors were. “What about Gerard?”

“I really don’t think he’d mind.”

Okay, that was the second time Mikey had said that. If he was trying to drop hints, this was a really poor way to go about it. You were growing increasingly suspicious, and your only conclusion seemed far too unrealistic. Landing one Way brother was shocking enough, but two? Mikey had to be kidding.

You turned your head to look at him, searching for any sign that he was pulling your leg. He looked completely serious though, eyebrows raised in anticipation. Finally, you managed to reply.

“Do you know something I don’t?”

He grinned, finally dropping the subject as he reached for the remote.

“Yup.”

—

Gerard wasn’t a big partier.

He used to be, way back in the day, following shitty friends into random houses with the promise of weed and cheap booze. Things were different now, though–he had a few close buddies, and they all took his sobriety seriously. Peer pressure and substance were the only motivators for him back then, and without either of them, he had no reason to show up. Contrary to popular belief, he wasn’t exactly a social butterfly, so parties were typically out of the picture.

But here he was, donning a clean shirt and his too-tight jeans, leaning over a nightclub mezzanine while you danced below him. You were pressed close to Mikey, hands resting on his chest as laughter spilled from your lips. Gerard could only imagine what his brother was saying, noting how you buried your head into Mikey’s chest as he beamed with pride. He could feel a jealous jolt in his stomach, longing for the treatment you gave Mikey, even if it was just for a night.

As quiet as Mikey was, he didn’t have much of a filter. Sometimes, he would return to the bus with a familiar glow, just waiting for Gerard to ask where he’d gone after the show. His words would echo when the two of you were alone, every comment and filthy anecdote flooding his head. Everything he shouldn’t know, everything he shouldn’t feel. The tension was suffocating when it settled between you two, his chest caving in as he tried to focus on anything other than immoral desire.

God, you’d stare at him shamelessly, eyes drifting lower until he felt flustered and exposed. It didn’t even matter if his brother was there, sitting inches away as low-budget horror movies flashed on the TV. You would curl up next to Mikey and rest your head against his shoulder, watching the pale television light shine on Gerard. He’d notice sometimes, feeling the blush in his cheeks as you shot him a smug smile, seeming like you wanted him to catch you. Wanted him to know how you ached for him, for his lips on yours, skin to skin as he touched you the way Mikey did. 

It wasn’t hard for him to see it, fantasies plaguing his mind at night, the sight of you on your knees and begging him to–

“You’re staring again.”

The sudden interruption made Gerard flinch, recoiling and snapping back to reality. Whipping his head around, he spotted Frank, who took a few steps forward to rest beside him. He flushed and dropped his head against his forearms, preparing himself for another lecture.

“Can you blame me?” he mumbled, reluctantly lifting his head to gesture towards you. “Look at them. Look at the way he’s holding them.”

Frank cast a look towards the two of you, Mikey’s hands drifting dangerously low and your arms around his neck. He didn’t need to read lips to hear your laughter and the free-flowing banter, already familiar with your behavior towards each other. He knew how his poker-faced friend never seemed to stop smiling around you, and he could hear the way you whispered to each other at night as if Mikey’s deadpan jokes were the funniest thing in the world. And now here was Gerard, aching for your touch and ignoring Frank’s endless warnings.

He shook his head with a disappointed sigh. “I don’t know, man. They’ve been screwing your brother all tour.”

“Yeah, but Mikey said they’re not exclusive,” Gerard defended.

Frank’s eyes nearly popped out, barely evading whiplash as he turned to face Gerard. “You told Mikey?”

For as smart as his friend was, he seemed to lack a great deal of common sense. You don’t tell people that you want to sleep with their partners–or fuck buddies, or whatever the hell you were. Especially not Mikey, who was one of the worst secret keepers in the world.

Gerard groaned, “He knew the minute I asked. Maybe before then, too. You know how observant he is.”

“You can’t just tell people–” Frank started, though he cut himself off with another sigh when he saw Gerard’s pathetic expression. “It’s just… It’s not worth the headache, alright?”

“From the way Mikey describes them, I think you might be wrong.”

There was really no fighting this, was there?

He knew Gerard hadn’t gotten laid in a couple months. Not only had he broken up with his girlfriend, but he hadn’t slept with anyone on tour, either. Gerard was horny and desperate and had heard way too many stories from Mikey, landing him in this pitiful situation.

“There’s no one else you can sleep with?” Frank asked.

Surprisingly self-assured, Gerard shook his head. “Nope.”

Hopeless, Frank glanced back to the scene below him. Mikey was laughing at something you’d said before you shooed him off, watching him fondly as he darted out of the room. Great. He didn’t have to turn his head to know Gerard was staring at him, waiting for permission to make a move. Sighing, Frank took a long sip of his drink, counting his blessings and thanking God he was married.

“Go get ‘em, tiger.”

An amused smile crept up on Gerard’s face, jostling his friend before heading down the stairs. His heart was pounding, weaving through strangers as he searched for you in the crowd. Insecurity and anxiety swarmed his head, and he began to consider quitting before it was too late. He wanted to prove Frank wrong though–he wanted you. Besides, he couldn’t run now, watching you turn to face him from a few feet away.

“Gerard!” you smiled, stepping closer to hear him over the music.

He couldn’t fight a grin, greeting you with the same energy. “Where’d Mikey run off to?”

“He said he was going to the bathroom, but you know he’ll get distracted on his way out.”

Knowing his brother, he had a good fifteen minutes before his return. This was his opportunity, trying to calm his nerves as you looked at him with hopeful eyes.

“Don’t worry about him,” he said sweetly. “I can keep you company.”

Small talk flowed easily as the minutes ticked by, your enthusiasm contagious as Gerard blushed and laughed softly throughout your tour stories. The room had steadily gotten louder, booming speakers and obnoxious chatter drowning out your conversation until you were less than a foot away. He only realized it after you had gone quiet, staring at him with wide eyes.

His breathing stalled, and he swallowed hard as his eyes flitted from yours to the people around him. You were giving him that look again–the one that pleaded for him to touch you, an open invitation to make a move. Even if he wanted to, he was frozen in place, lips parting to speak but nothing came out.

You leaned a bit closer, trying not to smile as you spoke. “You know, Mikey told me something interesting last week.”

Fuck. Gerard could already feel himself burning with embarrassment, already fearing your next sentence. He knew exactly where this was going, and for the first time ever, he wanted to throttle his little brother. Fumbling for words, he managed to mumble, “He did?”

“Mhm,” you hummed. “Gerard, why’d you come to the club with us?”

As if it would do him any favors, he pinned it on his friends. “Everyone else was coming.”

You were obviously skeptical, resting your palms on his chest, feeling his heart race through his t-shirt. He felt lightheaded as you touched him, watching your hands glide across his shoulders and arms snake around his neck.

“No other reason?”

His tongue darted out briefly, wetting his lips as he stared at yours, cursing his nerves and shaky hands. The room was so fucking tense, and as he let out a breath, he spoke the words you’d been waiting to hear.

“I wanted to see you.”

Before he could overthink his confession, you had pressed your lips to his in a fleeting kiss. Gerard blinked back at you when you pulled away, his hands still hanging awkwardly by his sides. His expression bordered on unreadable, his features painted with a mix of shock and nervousness. You considered stepping back, worrying that you’d come on too strong, but his lips were back on yours before you could apologize.

Despite being unsure at first, he eased up quickly, letting his hands gravitate towards your hips. The room seemed to pause as he touched you, fingers hooking around your belt loops to pull you closer. It was gentle but sudden, a soft gasp parting your lips. Gerard stifled a smile, satisfied as his tongue swept across them, reveling in your desperation. With your hand pressed to the nape of his neck, you brought him closer, fingers catching in his hair. On a whim, you gave a brief tug, your stomach doing somersaults at his reaction.

The moan that ripped from his throat was nothing short of wanton, a cross between pleasure and need as you broke apart. His head tipped back for a second, eyes screwed shut and his neck exposed. You took it as an opportunity, scraping your teeth against his skin and soothing it with your tongue.

“You know,” you breathed, nipping below his ear. “Mikey’s into that, too. Likes me to pull his hair when we fuck, mark him up real pretty.”

Gerard didn’t need to know that, but he couldn’t help but picture being in his brother’s place. His name in your mouth, your hands across his back, leaving little crescents for him to find the next morning. He swallowed hard, nearly groaning as he spoke. “God, you can’t say that.”

You pushed his head back down, fingers still threaded through his hair. Your breath fanned across his lips, so close to his, although you had no intentions of kissing him yet.

“That I’ve slept with Mikey?” you asked, as if you knew it turned him on. “Why?”

“Because he’s my brother.”

He said it sheepishly, not offended or uncomfortable, simply using it as a pointless defense. Truthfully, he didn’t care what Mikey got up to—he probably knew most of it, anyway. Hearing you say it sent him reeling though, flustered by your shamelessness.

“Because you want me too, don’t you?” you teased, giving him a featherlight kiss.

Of course he did. You saw right through him, your lips turning up in a faint smile when you caught him. After a moment, he gave in. “Mhm, how’d you guess?”

Gerard felt like he was on fire, slotting his lips against yours again, ignoring the way he burned with passion and embarrassment. You could almost feel the anxiety radiating off of him, hands shifting to cradle his face as your tongue glided against his. He still tasted like his soda from the bar, lips artificially sweet with the faintest flavor of cola. You didn’t mind, nipping at them gently, drawing a whiny moan from him.

To his surprise—and humiliation—you weren’t the only one to hear it. A light hand pressed against your lower back, causing you to stir. Gerard noticed, his lashes fluttering open when you pulled away. Mikey stood behind you, and Gerard retracted his hands from your hips immediately, eyes swimming with guilt.

Mikey seemed unfazed, instead flashing his brother a smug grin. “I told you they were good with their mouth.”

Gerard couldn’t help but laugh, flushing as he tried to think of a response. This whole situation was so bizarre, and his train of thought completely derailed when you reached for his hand. His eyes flicked towards Mikey, who simply nodded towards you in permission.

One of his palms rested on your cheek, holding you close as he kissed you with a newfound fervor. Now, he wanted to show off, knowing that you had an audience. Mikey positioned himself behind you, his strong arms around your waist while his teeth grazed the crook of your neck.

Smoothly, his fingers drifted to your jaw, pulling you away from Gerard to press his lips to yours instead. He kissed you so sensually, slow and deep while his brother watched intently from a foot away. It made you dizzy, stomach fluttering at the sweep of his tongue, eliciting a moan that had Gerard stiffening in his jeans. It was all weirdly hot, and you seriously needed to go somewhere more private.

Mikey seemed to read your mind, drawing back and locking eyes with Gerard. You could’ve sworn they had telepathy, leaving you confused and completely out of the loop during their silent exchange.

“We’re at the hotel tonight,” Gerard said, and Mikey gave you a delicate push toward him.

He looked at you with a burning desire, bottom lip caught between his teeth as he gave you a once-over. Gently, his fingers slipped beneath your chin, his thumb stroking your cheek. “Think you can handle both of us?”

—

The moment the door shut, you were back in Mikey’s arms, having rushed down the hotel hall with his arm around your waist. Gerard’s hand was still in yours, giving you a light squeeze before letting go, turning to lock the door while Mikey kissed you in the middle of the room. His hands were already drifting beneath your shirt, his touch rising higher as his thumbs stroked your skin.

“No bra?” he asked, beaming as you tugged at the hem of his tee.

You rolled your eyes jokingly, giving an out-of-breath answer. “It’s August.”

He laughed lightly, part of him wishing that it could always be August. Sliding your hands further up his chest, you let him steal a few more kisses before mumbling softly.

“Off.”

Compliant, he pulled away, letting his brother take over while he stripped off his shirt. Gerard pressed himself against your back and rucked up your top as well, hardly waiting for it to hit the ground before his lips were ghosting your neck. Your head fell back against his shoulder, moaning lightly as he gave you a playful bite.

“You know how long I’ve waited for this?” he asked. “Mikey, tell them.”

Mikey stepped forward again, kissing you briefly before answering. “Weeks, baby. I’d come back after shows, and he’d ask where I’d been,” he said, pausing as his lips brushed against yours. “He wanted me to tell him how pretty you sound when you’re begging for it.”

The sweet sound that left your mouth was swiftly muffled by Mikey, kissing you heatedly while his fingers traced your waistband. If that weren’t enough, Gerard’s hands were climbing higher, tracing your curves with a contrasting tenderness. Familiar wetness was growing between your thighs, and it seemed to increase tenfold when he sucked a soft bruise into your skin. As if he could sense it, he mouthed below your ear, pricking your neck with his teeth.

“Gonna let us take care of you?” he questioned breathily, rolling your nipples beneath his thumbs.

You mewled softly and incidentally ground against his hard-on, squirming further as he let out a groan. His eyes drew shut, planting a kiss at the top of your jaw while Mikey popped the button on your jeans, reluctantly pulling back to let you undress. You almost whined at his absence, lashes fluttering when Mikey pulled away with a final tug to your lower lip, mimicking Gerard’s behavior. Two more pairs of jeans joined yours on the floor, and Gerard gave you an eager spank as you climbed onto the mattress.

“Cute panties,” he teased, studying your form as you propped yourself up on your elbows. “Nice of you to dress for the occasion.”

Mikey huffed a laugh, and you glanced down to see Gerard between your legs. Sure enough, you were donning black lace, and your stomach fluttered at the sight. They barely covered you, mostly mesh with intricate designs stitched on, and Gerard was more than happy about it.

Briefly, your gaze met his, catching the predatory glint in his eyes. Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip, eyes half-lidded as you stared at him. “Picked ‘em out just for you,” you said, shifting closer to him.

He grinned, bending your knees and smoothing his hands over your thighs. “You’re just the sweetest little thing, aren’t you?”

You hummed, beaming as your head dropped back against the pillows. “That’s what they tell me.”

Amused, Mikey settled beside you, resuming his brother’s work from earlier as his fingers dragged along your chest. You ran a hand through his hair, grip tightening with a shaky gasp as Gerard’s tongue glided up your clothed slit. It was only to rile you up, proven as his lips trailed towards your thighs instead. His hands were warm against you, running smoothly across your legs in mild wonder. Part of him was still shocked that this was real—that you were truly in his hotel room, eyes screwed shut as he scattered kisses across your skin. Every move he made had you buzzing, desperate for contact as his mouth inched closer to your cunt.

Eager, you made a gentle shift towards him, arching slightly as Mikey’s tongue flicked against you. Gerard spared you a sly glance, fingers tugging at your waistband before he spoke. “Someone’s excited.”

You began to retort, but the words spun into a soft gasp when Mikey tweaked one of your nipples. His timing was absolutely intentional, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care, relishing in the warmth of his tongue as it swirled against you. With excessive effort, you managed to collect yourself, taking a weak breath and shooting back, “Someone’s a tease.”

“Maybe,” Gerard agreed, dropping your panties onto the pile of discarded clothes. “But I’ll make it up to you.”

You almost missed his promise, already losing your comprehension skills as his brother redirected your attention. From your first night with Mikey, you knew he was good with his mouth, and he certainly knew what he was doing now. He already knew what made you tick, and he used Gerard to his advantage. It seemed that any time you gave the older one attention, Mikey’s mouth was back on you, more out of amusement than envy. If you thought for even a moment that you could lift your head and watch Gerard, he’d catch your nipple between his teeth, just light enough for your eyes to fall shut, giving his hair a reflexive tug.

Cursing, you let your hand slide down to his cheek, pulling him from your chest for a moment. They were in mental cahoots, you swore to God, barely beginning to kiss Mikey before Gerard was flattening his tongue against you. Mikey hardly muffled it, fingers still at work while you moaned against his lips. Slowly, your free hand drifted down to Gerard, the other pressed against Mikey’s chest. Gerard gave a sweet hum as you ran your fingers through his hair, sucking a kiss to your clit in return.

A moan slipped past your lips, arching towards him while Mikey moved to kiss along your jaw. You could feel him smiling against your skin, nipping before mumbling praise in your ear. “You’re being so good for us, you know that?”

You nodded, pressing your head harder into the pillows as they double-teamed, a slew of erotic noises spilling into the air. Gerard pulled you closer, reveling in your touch as your hand smoothed through his hair. Much to your objection, he pulled away, fingers passing his lips before spreading you open. Briefly, you managed to lock eyes with him, watching as he gave a slow lick. He moaned against you, just loud enough to get a reaction.

“Taste so fuckin’ pretty, babe,” he praised, circling your clit with his thumb.

Mikey pressed his hand against your abdomen, shooting Gerard a smug look. “Told you so.”

With Mikey holding you down, you had nowhere left to go, beginning to writhe against the sheets in both pleasure and impatience. Gerard was taking his time, truly savoring everything you had to offer, staring up at you with his pretty hazel eyes as if he wouldn’t be the death of you. Without Mikey’s kisses or lips against your skin, you really zoned in on Gerard—the way his hands hugged your thighs, his tongue like velvet as lapped up your arousal. You couldn’t seem to get enough, desperately pulling his hair in a fruitless search for friction.

He groaned at the sensation, soft but audible as you tried to grind against him, turning his slow motions into sloppy ones; not that he could complain really, having to restrain himself from rutting against the mattress when you were moaning like that. Still, you craved more, and it didn’t take Mikey long to figure out what you wanted. He shot you a look, sly and plotting as his hand drifted from your stomach to your thigh, swiftly replacing his brother’s. Gerard eyed him curiously, humming in question before pulling back, the vibration sending you reeling. You caught a quick glimpse of him, lips and chin slick with arousal, and the ache between your legs only grew stronger.

Gerard couldn’t have been idle for more than a few seconds, but it felt like a fucking eternity as you squirmed in place. Mikey’s grip tightened in warning, although his eyes stayed trained on his brother as he spoke.

“Use your hands.”

A smile flashed across Gerard’s face, watching your teeth dig into your lower lip at the suggestion. He went easy at first, running his fingers across your folds and gently rubbing your clit. The teasing was back, and he showed no mercy this time, lust and pride flooding his veins when you gave an impatient whine.

“Don’t worry, I’m not stopping,” he assured you, voice sweet as he popped his fingers back into his mouth.

The two of them noticed everything—your erratic breathing, the delicate shift of your hips, and the desperate glint in your eyes as you waited for Gerard to move. They glanced at each other and Mikey nodded in your direction, gaze falling between your thighs, swallowing thickly as he watched Gerard’s fingers.

You were practically bursting with gratitude as you took the first one, quickly retracting your hands from the pair to clutch the sheets. Gerard hadn’t realized you needed it that bad, almost laughing at how sweet and pathetic it was. The urge to taunt you was strong, curling his finger at a steady pace and studying your expression.

“Aw,” he mocked, biting his lip as you clenched around him. “You just want to be filled up, don’t you?”

Nodding, you squeezed your eyes shut, forcing a response despite being nearly incapable of speaking. “Yeah,” you breathed, interrupted with a shaky gasp. “Just want you inside me.”

Gerard could’ve come at that, cursing softly before speaking up. “I know, babe. Mikey and I are gonna take care of you first, and then I’ll fuck you. How’s that sound?”

Even if the words were vulgar, they sounded so chaste coming from him. He spoke gently, making you feel warm all over again, arousal stirring inside of you. His mouth was back on you soon enough, sucking on your clit and adding another finger, working for every sound you made. Warmth quickly spun into heat, rising to your cheeks and spreading across your heaving chest, short breaths escaping your lips in bursts. You were close, muscles going taut while Gerard's fingers crooked quicker, moaning as his tongue flicked at a similar pace.

Mikey was mesmerized, his stare flitting between your contorted features and the sheer determination in his brother’s eyes. Each time Gerard moved, Mikey could see his fingers, buried inside of you as you all but screamed his name. He could feel himself blushing, painfully hard as he watched you take it so well, tracing your arched figure.

“You like Gerard’s mouth, don’t you?” he asked rhetorically, rubbing circles on your thigh. Another whine rolled off your tongue, followed by a frantic nod. “Tell him how much you love it.”

Mikey was going to Hell. Absolutely. Damn him and his stupid, arrogant grin, prompting you to speak when he knew you could barely string words together. Gerard would’ve been laughing if he weren’t using his mouth, laser-focused on making you come. Still, his lips turned up, noticeable for a split second before getting back to work. If your fingers hadn't been digging into the comforter, you might’ve knocked Mikey off the bed, but you felt like you’d sink into the floorboards without something to ground you. Even though you were tempted to ignore him, he squeezed your thigh expectantly, resulting in a very pathetic attempt to speak.

“Fuck, Gerard,” you slurred, mouth falling open as he hummed curiously. “You’re so fucking good, please don’t stop, please.”

The praise made him shiver, and he made a mental note to thank Mikey for prompting you later. You were a wreck in the best way possible, vocal and blissed out, pleading with them until the pressure ceased. Gerard didn’t pull away at first, only slowing down while Mikey returned to your side, purring praise and stroking your cheek. You could barely understand what he was saying, panting and staring up at him starry-eyed. He cracked a smile, warm and genuine when you took his hand in yours, kissing his palm and intertwining your fingers.

Gerard shifted up the bed, wiping his mouth on his shirt and tugging it off before settling on his knees. His lips met yours, kissing you with his typical tenderness while you cupped his cheek softly. He got a good look at you after pulling away, really taking in the sight before him.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he murmured, smoothing his hand over your stomach.

His touch made you feel fuzzy, despite how your mind was beginning to sharpen. Mikey held your hand a little tighter, tilting your chin to kiss you, becoming all too aware of his erection. Honestly, he felt like his dick was going to fall off if it went ignored any longer.

Gerard was in a similar boat, his eyes softening when you pulled away from Mikey and sat up straight. You looked at him expectantly, receiving a half smile and another fleeting kiss, Gerard resting his forehead against yours after.

“Can I fuck you, pretty baby?” he asked, turning obscenities into something holy with his honeyed tone. “You wanna let Mikey use your mouth?”

How his curses sounded saccharine was beyond you, but it still had your heart racing, squeezing Mikey’s hand with a nod. Mikey pressed a kiss to your head, nearly sighing in relief as he tugged off his boxers and kneeled beside you. Delicately, your fingers danced along Gerard’s waistband, thumbs stroking his hips while he held the back of your head. “Go ahead,” he said, swallowing hard as you stripped him.

He was heavy in your hand, a light shiver wracking through him when you took him in your fist. ”Jesus,” you murmured, the pair almost laughing as you stared at Gerard in awe.

You could feel yourself growing hot, breath catching in your throat before your tongue darted out. Mikey’s hand was still in yours, gently guiding it towards his cock, his eyes fluttering shut as you stroked him. Staring up at Gerard, you leaned forward and pressed your tongue against him, studying his reaction and taking him into your mouth. It didn’t last long, but it was enough time for you to learn how sensitive he was. Wetness grew between your thighs when he moaned, watching his head loll back as you took him deeper.

His eyes fluttered open, glancing from his brother’s concentrated expression to your thighs rubbing together. As good as your mouth felt, he wanted to be in you, and you seemed to want it too.

“Hey, c’mere,” he spoke softly, reluctantly pulling you off.

Saliva spread itself across your lips, and a whine crept up your throat at the sudden emptiness. It took all of his willpower not to give in, but he knew it would be worth it for everyone. After a bit of awkward shuffling, he positioned you in the middle of the mattress, facing Mikey at the headboard while Gerard kneeled behind you. The two of them made eye contact for a moment, holding back a laugh at the absurdity of the situation. Their attention drew back to you though, Gerard pushing you onto all fours and giving himself quite the view.

Slowly, he eased in, hands smoothing over your ass while you gasped around Mikey. Gerard took a shaky breath, moaning at the feeling of wet heat. Christ, you were tight, squeezing his cock as he sunk inside, already trying to rock back against him.

“Shit, Mikes,” Gerard sighed, listening to you mewl and gag around Mikey. “When was the last time you fucked them?”

Mikey rolled his eyes, quick to fire back. “Last night in your bunk.”

Gerard snickered, slowly thrusting in again. Every time he moved, it rocked you against Mikey, whose hand cradled the back of your head and pushed you down further. Maybe it was a little slutty, but being used by the brothers had arousal coursing through you, desperate as ever for a rough fuck. Mikey already knew, giving a few thrusts into your mouth while Gerard set a pace, moaning as your eyes watered.

“Fuck ‘em harder,” he told Gerard, who was still trying to go easy. “They can take it, I promise.”

“Is that what you want?” Gerard asked, earning a soft mhm in response.

God, he had never been this hard in his life. You were still trying to grind against him, searching for anything to soothe the ache, and Gerard was in heaven. He pulled out almost completely and roughly snapped his hips against yours, biting his lip hard enough to bleed when a loud cry tore from your throat. Mikey looked so pleased with himself, panting as sweat clung to his hairline, his hips bucking until your nose brushed against his abdomen.

“That’s it, baby, take it all,” he cooed, caressing your cheek before pulling his hips back.

You were a mess, pulling off to breathe while Gerard pounded into you with much more ferocity. Mikey held his cock in his hand, jerking it slowly before sliding past your lips again, smearing them with saliva and precum. It was all fucking filthy, from his low moans to the way he pushed your head down, forcing you to be humiliatingly sloppy, making such a mess on his cock. Not to mention how his brother was filling you up, reveling in your warmth, and memorizing how it felt to be buried inside of you.

Mikey always got loud before coming; even if he tried to stifle his moans, you never failed to notice them. His chest rose and fell at a rapid rate, mouth falling open as you sped up, only to groan weakly when you pulled away. Instead, you let him fuck your fist, sucking a bruise below his hip.

“Fuck, Mikey,” you whined, scraping your teeth against his thigh just to hear him moan. “Gonna come for me?”

He gave a soft hum, cock twitching as you took him back in your mouth, pumping your fist a few more times before he came down your throat. Gerard couldn’t tear his eyes away, catching the look of bliss on Mikey’s face, slack-jawed and pupils blown while you stuck your tongue out with pride. Your hand kept moving even after Mikey had come, stroking him until he slumped against the headboard, admiring you with contrasting chastity.

The same pressure from earlier had begun to build, leaving you sensitive and desperate as Gerard’s merciless rhythm continued. It was almost embarrassing how needy you sounded, dropping your head against the mattress while he pulled your hips against his, moaning and panting behind you. Every whimper and cry went straight to his cock, and Gerard was growing closer by the second. He could feel it, his head spinning and muscles beginning to stiffen, bottoming out while you clenched around him.

“You’re doing so well,” he said, his voice far softer than the snap of his hips. “Can you come for me?”

His stomach fucking fluttered as you let out one of the most pornographic sounds he’d ever heard, moaning and pleading with him to keep going while he pounded you into the mattress. Your whole body tensed, gripping the sheets in one hand while Mikey held the other.

“I’m not gonna stop,” Gerard assured you. “I’ve got you.”

It didn’t take much more than his praise and consolation for you to succumb to your release, warmth rippling through you once more. Gerard gave a few more thrusts before pulling out, cock twitching in his hand as he finished himself off. Stuck in a blissful stupor, you could hardly comprehend their praise, more focused on coming to your senses. You felt heavy, watching Mikey pull his boxers back on while Gerard disappeared into the bathroom. Mikey petted your head gently and you blinked up at him bleary-eyed, letting out a light sigh as a warm washcloth brushed across your skin.

He pulled you into his lap once Gerard had finished cleaning up, burying his head into the crook of your neck. “You’re perfect,” he mumbled, peppering kisses on your shoulder.

You laughed quietly and leaned into his touch, watching Gerard redress and flick off the lights before climbing under the covers. You and Mikey joined him, sharing a few kisses and affectionate murmurs. Eventually, your breathing took on an even pattern, Mikey’s shifting came to a stop, and Gerard’s eyelids grew heavy. Before he could fall asleep though, Gerard took his phone from the nightstand, sending a quick text.

To: Frank worth it.

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