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mattsrod · 3 months

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PLEASE WRITE SUBMISSIVE VIRGIN MATT SMUT I AM BEGGING YOU. also please no mommy kink or anything like that, maybe matt could have a praise kink BUT PLEASE I WILL LITERALLY CRY IF YOU DONT WRITE THIS 🤗

- ; MATTHEW STURNIOLO ; -

' PLEASE ? '

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- ; warnings - smut (obvi), sub!matt, hand jobs, slight dom!reader(?), matts a virgin, reader is experienced, fluff in the beginning, kind of long, blowjob, cum swallowing.

- ; 11:02 am

; your pov

ive been lying in bed for what seems like an eternity, waiting for matt to wake up. my hair is a mess, i have the most miss-matched pyjamas on, and i feel like shit.

i texted nick not too long ago, asking if he wanted to get something to eat.

no reply, he was probably sleeping too.

all I want to do was get ready for the day with my boyfriend.

I want to push gentle kisses into his neck and tell him how pretty he looks as he brushes his teeth.

but he has other plans. and those plans probably consisted of sleeping until 2pm.

and im not gonna accept that.

"matt." I brush my warm fingertips against his exposed arm. the light shining through my window is almost directly in his eyes.

he pulls the covers over his head. "c'mon matt." i coo once more. he let out a groan, but he is so tired that it comes out sounding like more of a whine.

I giggle, to which matt lets out a real groan at.

"matthew c'mon, ive been waiting for you to wake up for like, an hour."

I slowly grip the covers and swiftly rip them off of him in an attempt to catch him off-guard, but when I look at him in the eyes, hes already looking directly at me with a goofy smile and wide eyes.

"Jesus Christ-" I mutter, and matt chuckles slightly, his eyes now scrunching into his smile instead of widened in an attempt to scare me.

"i knew you were awake, now c'mon, get dressed or something."

matts stuffed animal, a small pug, fell off of the bed as I stood up and started walking to the bathroom.

; matts pov

"you're just gonna walk away and not pick him up?!" I meekly shouted to you; my voice is still laced with drowsiness.

you turned around, leaning against the bathroom door frame as you spoke "get dressed and i'll pick him up, i wanna go out for lunch or something." you promptly turned around and shut the door behind you after saying that.

"okay mrs. productive..." I muttered under my breath and look at your makeup and clothes that were scattered around my bedroom.

"i can hear you jackass!!" your voice sounded muffled through the bathroom wall, but I still hear you loud and clear.

I slowly stood up and put my feel on the cold, wooden floor. I then stretched and carelessly grabbed one of the many hoodies off of my floor, not caring to put pants on.

I walked over to the bathroom door and knocked in a rythm that you knew all too well.

you open the door, and your hair looks absolutely beautiful.

"do you need something or do you just wanna stare at me?" i hear you say bluntly, which snaps me back to reality.

i didnt really get snapped back into reality, though.

i was really in a reality where you were slowly kissing up my thigh, making your way up to my manhood as i brushed your beautiful hair out of the way so i could see your gorgeous face better as you...

this is when i realize im getting hard.

and you are standing in front of me,

and i only have boxers on.

shit

; your pov

i dont realize it at first, but as matts face gets red i giggle and look down at the bulge that he is trying to cover up with his large hoodie.

"damn, am i really that hot?" i grab his hand that he is using to hug downwards on his hoodie and i pull him farther into the bathroom.

he started to fidget with his rings once i let go of his hand. he was looking down, avoiding eye contact with me.

"mattheww" i playfully coo, "look at me baby."

he still doesnt look up at me.

"are you embarrassed?" i ask him gently, receiving no response.

that answers my question.

"matt thats nothing to be ashamed of," i pause, thinking of what to say next, "shit, if i was guy i would have a raging boner all the time."

i guess this made matt feel better because he giggled, lifting his head slightly but still not looking at me.

"since you wont look at me.." i get on my knees. "im gonna look at you myself."

i look up at matts face and he flashes me a goofy smile.

i chuckle and grab his waist, moving him against the bathroom counter.

i moved my position on the floor, shuffling over to the bathroom mat, as the cold solid bathroom floor was making my knees ache already.

i dont break eye contact with matt as i do this.

i stare up at him with eyes full of lust, and i think he knows what i want.

and i think he knows what he wants.

; matts pov

your pupils are wide as i stare into your eyes.

ive never liked intense eye contact, but in this moment it couldnt be any hotter.

you bring your right hand up to the hem of my boxers, your left hand on my abdomen for support.

"can i?"

i nod quickly, squirming under your touch.

i squeeze my eyes shut and let out a sigh.

"im gonna need you to use your words, matt." my dick twitches at the sound of your voice, longing for some friction.

"yes, please, please touch me." i manage to mutter out.

you slowly take of my boxers agonizingly slow, and i inhale sharply as my dick springs up, the cold air hitting it.

you look at my cock and then back up at me.

i couldve folded right then and there.

my heart started racing as you brought your hand up to my tip, which was already leaking precum.

"so wet already mattie."

i nod, leaning my elbows against the sink for extra support.

you brought your manicured nail up to the slit, and dragged your nail across it gently, making my hips buck forward with every small touch.

the unfamiliar feeling gave me a warm feeling that slowly bubbled up in my stomach, starting in my lower stomach area, and pulsing through my dick as you slowly started stroking me from the base, all the way up to my tip.

my hips shuddered as you quickened your pace, and i throw my head back, letting out a quiet moan.

when i look back down you are already looking back up at me with your gorgeous eyes

; your pov

"you are so sensitive, babe." again, i got no reply.

was he that lost in the pleasure?

matt was squirming everytime i reached his swollen, sensitive tip, and i could tell he needed more.

"do you want my mouth matt?"

another nod.

i took my hand off of his dick, leaving it twitching and wet.

"what did i say about using your words, hm?" i put my hands on my knees.

"im sorry." he whined out, "i need your mouth on me. please, i need it so bad- i-"

i cut off matt by putting my tongue directly on his tip, kitten licking it many times before i actually took him in my mouth.

this time matt doesnt even make an attempt to cover up his moans.

he throws his head back once again moaning loudly and looking then looking down at me.

i took more of him in my mouth, swirling my tongue around his girthy member.

i start to bob my head up and down at a steady pace. i can tell matt is close.

; matts pov

i whimper slightly as i feel the warm, fuzzy feeling in my stomach start to get even more intense.

i lean harder against the counter and bring one of my supporting hands up to my mouth to hide the sounds i was making.

you take your lips off of my length for a moment, making my hips shutter, and also making the fuzzy feeling in my stomach abruptly stop. "let me hear your pretty sounds matt" you say.

i immediately put my hand back in its original position on the counter, taking it off of my mouth.

you position your lips with my cock again, making my cheeks heat up.

you lick a painfully long, but pleasurable stripe up my cock, grabbing the base of it with your hand.

i jolted forward which made you giggle.

"you are doing so good mattie."

you start working your hand around the base of my cock before taking me in your mouth.

i let out a loud moan at the sudden contact.

"n-need more." i mutter out

you hum onto my cock, pretending not to hear me.

"baby, i need more. please." i breath out, "faster, please!"

; your pov

i happily oblige to matts directions, going faster, using my hand to rub what i couldnt take in my mouth.

now i knew that matt was really close. his whimpers became consistent and the salty taste of precum was already filling my mouth.

matt let out a loud moan and the first rope of cum hit the back of my throat.

i moan onto his cock, licking up his warm seed.

"fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck" he sputtered out

he whimpered.

his hips were now shaking uncontrollably from all of the stimulation he was getting, so i took my hand off of the base of his cock and used it to hold his hips.

i slowly bob my head up and down, helping matt ride out his high.

"holy fucking shit." matt mutters, his hips jolt once more as i took my mouth off of him.

he looks down at me with a shocked expression, his cheeks are extremely red, and his hair was stuck to his forehead with sweat.

i looked up at him then stood up, trailing my hands up his waist as i do this, making him shiver.

"you did so fucking good," i kissed him hard on his lips, and he sighed into the kiss.

i took my lips off of his and looked into his eyes lovingly

"im so proud of you for telling me what you wanted, mattie"

he smiled and then rolled his eyes. "shut the fuck up or im gonna cum again."

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i like this but honestly, i dont know how to feel about the two povs thing. so lmk if u like it ! also, both of my previous works have 900+ likes, so thank u so much. i also hit 400 followers like what. ive only had this acc for a month. TY FOR READING !! if u have any requests please please send them in !

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lovesickry · 8 months

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- come out and play.

┈⋆⭒ daniel ricciardo x fem!reader [3.1k] ┈⋆⭒ part 4 !

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⎯ find all parts here! ˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⎯ contains: the "who did this to you" trope .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⎯ a/n: I am neither condoning nor romanticising violence of any kind. this is a work of fiction. more drama incoming, promise just trying to sort out the timeline.

the sound of a blender roaring to life wakes you up, Daniel is still wrapped up in sleep next to you. curls strewn across the pillow and you're sure that you could almost hear landos smirk once you put together your current situation partnered with him doing this more or less on purpose on a random Friday morning severely hungover. you reluctantly roll out from under Daniels arm. the absence of his touch apparent in the cold air as you reach for the jacket you threw to the floor late last night. Daniel mumbles something incoherent and turns over and you see a flash of his back as he puts his arm over his head lazily. its not anything, but to you its too much and the reminder that you had been sleeping next to that all night was causing heat to rush to your cheeks as walk out of Lando's room into the hallway.

you glare at lando as you walk out, who’s face is already plastered with a grin. hes about to open his mouth before you interrupt him. "shut up" "but-" you walk over to him and look at whatever the fuck hes blending. a fucking vanilla milkshake. "you're a child" you say "don't change the subject" offended he draws his drink towards himself. "im not" "alright then" he stands up straight "did you or did you not sleep with Daniel in my bed?" your eyes widen because of course that's what he thought. "OHHHH" you giggle a little bit, exhaling through your nose. "no we didn't Jesus Christ, I wouldn't do that lando that's fucking disgusting" "so what you were just sleeping?" hes suspicious as he sips from his straw. he looks like a toddler. "yes I promise" "hmmm I don't believe you" "lando I swear we literally just went to bed because you were dead asleep on the couch, swear" he squints his eyes and tries to see if your lying, slightly joking but slightly serious. "oh come on" "yeah alright" he give him a nudge before organising breakfast for yourself looking in the cupboards. "how did the blender not wake Daniel up?" you ignore him, rolling your eyes and he comes and squeezes next to you. you push him away jokingly. "do you have any food in this house that's not ice cream I swear?" he opens a cupboard next to you and reveals a singular box of oats. "riveting" you close the cupboard. disheartened, vowing to just go get breakfast, guessing lando had only made the milkshake out of spite and anyways that isn't really breakfast. "okay im just gonna go to that place we like" "yum okay" that was more of an invitation for him to say he'd drive but a "yay" would suffice. except you wonder if your actually physically able to drive any of his cars. you voice this concern and he opens his arms extravagantly telling you to follow him to his elaborate garage apparently. he leads you to an Audi suv, he quickly lists off what he wants and insists you take his card and tells you Daniels coffee order as you climb in the car, still wearing your jeans and the jacket you picked up off the floor. the trip is uneventful, though you’re admiring the car most of the trip. the line isn’t too bad and you order your coffees and some sandwiches. landos is chicken and cheese (boring), you get your usual and you just get daniel one that looks like sliced beef and something else. you’re waiting against the wall outside for you coffees, it’s nice outside, it’s not too loud yet and the air is moving just enough to be pleasant. it would’ve been a nice morning had you not seen who you’d dreaded so much the minute you saw his name in your phone the past few days. theo was walking directly towards you and there wasn’t much else yiy could do but pretend you didn’t see and just hope he would maybe walk past? oh jesus he definitely fucking saw you. why didn’t lando just come with you. fuck fuck fuck, he was in front of you now.

“dylan?”

you wish you didn’t look up.

“theo.” a short monotones answer. a wavering firmness in your voice you hoped was apparent.

“why haven’t you been answering my calls”

you gulp of course he’d bring it up.

“i don’t wanna see you theo”

his face immediately changes, flashing red for a second before clenching his teeth. you hear your names being called for coffee and go to step past him. his hand grips your shoulder, harshly. digging a thumb underneath your collarbone. your eyes widen when you realise the grip he has on yiu. “let go” you try and shake your shoulder but he just holds it there. “what the fuck” you try a second time and go to walk to the counter, his hand a bruising grip on your shoulder now. you tear your shoulder away more harshly this time and his face resets as he watches you walk away as you scramble to the counter and then back into the car. he watches as you go. fucking creep. you’re halfway to landos when he calls you, coming through the cars centre console. you answer and before he can speak. “don’t ever talk to me again. fucking dickhead” you hang up and pull over to block him. trying to ignore everything that just happened. god he was such a creep what the fuck, he’d never done that before. he sends one last spiteful “slut” text message before you just about block him on everything. the whole rest of the way home your out of it, mind not steady in place. trying to focus on not totally landos car as you pull into his driveway. you open the front door and lando and daniel are in the middle of a conversation. “dude you’re so whipped for her” landos voice? you hear daniel laughing and he’s about to say something before you walk in the kitchen. you hadn’t announced yourself and they both turn and look at you, almost startled. you look side to side like you’re confused why they’re so shocked. “dude why are you like a fucking cat” lando says “not purposefully” you say shrugging, walking over to the bench island and placing the food and drinks down. lando comes over and promptly digs before you explain your just going to his room to change your shirt. (check if theo’s fucking episode gave you a massive bruise or not). you make it to landos room and pull the shirt you’re currently wearing to the side, revealing your left shoulder, sure enough there was already some bruising there, snaking it’s way around your collar bone. you press a finger down below your clavicle and wince slightly. it wasn’t anything massive but you weren’t going to brush it off, he knew he was fucking hurting you. “jesus” you mumble out loud as you get closer to the mirror to look. a knock comes at the door. “yeah” you call out. daniel opens the door and you’re quick to pull the side of your shirt back up and his face changes, eyebrows drawn together. you’re breathing increases as you worry if he just saw that. “hey are you okay?” he says walking towards where you were standing in front of the mirror. it was impossible to lie now, but you weren’t going to tell him the whole truth.

“i just ran into someone while i was out, not a big fan of him”

his face relaxes slightly though still holding firm.

“that guy who won’t stop calling you”

“yeah” you go to awkwardly itch your shoulder, out of habit. a sort of impulse you do in scenarios where you wish you could just get out. you guess you flashed daniel a bit of your bruise because his eyes snap open.

“what the fuck is that” your eyes refocus and you look at him, suddenly you’re so very vulnerable and you don’t know what to say.

“nothing” you say, not wanting to make a big deal or just generally making things awkward. oh god.

“no don’t do that, what the fuck dylan that wasn’t there last night” something in his voice brings back the intimacy of last night, of his hand draped over your body and the warmth you shared. you make contact with his eyes, brown and soft and increasingly forgiving. you pull your shirt collar to the side and look away. he can feel him burning through you, his gaze always felt like this.

“dylan” he says softly, like a prayer, like an apology.

“i know” you say gritting your teeth. you did know. that this made you look weak or unworthy or anything that you feared you were, christ this made you feel shitty, theo made it feel shitty.

“it was that guy wasn’t it?”

god how did he do it. you nod slowly. he lets out some kind of grunt followed by a mumble and the words “kill him”.

you just stand there, shirt pulled to the side, gaze forward. trying not to cry with the sheer rawness of the situation.

“come here” he says.

you walk a step forward and meet his arms, putting your head on his shoulder is too much. you shake slightly with the contact and the urge to cry and he puts one hand behind your head. the tears are coming and daniel is rubbing the back of your head. you can feel his heart, steady and deep. it reminds you that you’re alive. youre not sure how much time you spend in his arms but enough to feel like somebody has just pulled your heart out of your nose. you pull apart, wiping your face and mumbling a thank you before leaving him standing in the room alone. you let out a deep breath as you stand outside the door of landos room while you prepare to walk out to the living room. lando is still sitting where you left him, scrolling on his phone. he glances up and his eyes flicker softness before he stands up, taking in the hollowness and puffiness of your eyes.

“it wasn’t danny was it” he asks shortly.

“no” you laugh.

once again you find yourself with your head over someone’s heart as lando pulls you closer.

you pull apart and see daniel. softness replaced by an understanding as he smiles only just slightly as you, before walking over and finally looking at the sandwich you bought him. long forgotten. the mood quickly returns light after that, lando and Daniel falling into a comfortable conversation following the speedily oncoming start to the season. you welcome the rhythm of their voices as you zone out slightly, trying to not think about the fact that this common weekly occurrence is fading out as they approach the first race of the season.

grace picks you up before it gets any later and you tell her what happened in the car. she gets it and she pulls over to give you a hug and tell you she loves you. returning home to your messy apartment is suddenly a saving grace as you snuggle into bed, relinquishing your uni work for another day and letting your mind drift to more favourable things. like Daniels hands or his voice or the way his heartbeat punctured your eyes and made you feel like his blood was flowing into yours. you push your face further into the pillow as your thoughts get further away from innocent. the reminder of your existence in outside life comes from a wonderful email from your university, reminding you of your debt. lovely thanks so much for that. wonderful. oh and the first race starts in 2 weeks.......

#daniel ricciardo #daniel ricciardo fic #f1 #daniel ricciardo angst #daniel ricciardo smut #f1 fic #lando norris #f1 x reader #f1 x you #daniel ricciardo imagine #Daniel Ricciardo series #daniel riccardo x reader #daniel riccardo imagine

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candyredmusings · 1 month

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Bioshock Splicer Starters

Assortment of dialogue taken from the a from two types of Splicers in the first Bioshock game; Baby Jane and the Breadwinner

Other Bioshock Splicer starters: TBA [Dr. Grossman & Lady Smith] [Pigskin & Rosebud] [Toasty & Waders]

Baby Jane

Get away from my face! Not on my face!"

"Oh! Oh, God damn it!"

"Look at yourself! And you would do it too!"

"Talentless?! BORING?!"

"You don't deserve this!"

"I'm a star, not you!"

"You're jealous, jealous!"

"Why did you cut me?! Why?!"

"You did this to me! You!"

"I deserve it, you fuck!"

"Give me the part, you bastard!"

"Off. My. Stage! GET OFF!"

"Stop ogling me!"

"You're making me lose my place! STOP IT!"

"No, it's not perfect, AGAIN!"

"He's standing in the wrong place!"

"Get your FAT. HANDS. AWAY FROM ME!"

"Just say something, goddammit!"

"What's that? Is it him?!"

"I smell something nasty."

"Is that someone naughty?"

"Honey? Is that you…?"

"I heard that!"

"It hurts, it hurts…"

"Why did you…?"

"I'm sorry… We can do it together!"

"DARLING! I'M HOME EARLY!"

"I don't- I don't wanna- I don't wanna hear this… I- [Whimpering] I don't want to hear this…"

"Pretend you're not interested. They like that."

"Have it your way, you sleaze!"

"Well, that was good drama."

"Get a girl all bothered… for NOTHIN'!"

"That gets a girl's blood flowing."

"I'll be better next time! Please?! Don't go!"

"When we do meet, it's gonna be so nasty!"

"He's gone! They always leave…"

"When I murder you I'm gonna put your body in a dress!"

"My god, there's so much blood!"

"Aw, Jesus, what did you do to me?!"

"I'm NOT. DEALING WITH THIS!"

"No… No No No. Wha- What's- What's that? Oh, no no, no…"

"In the theater, a woman gets used to attention."

"She was up for the part as well, but then they found her in a salt pond."

"I was gonna be famous… now look at this dump!"

"Who needs to make it on Broadway? When you can make it here."

"What's the matter with me…? I'm pretty enough!"

"Hey fella'! Don't 'cha wanna take a walk with me?"

"Come on, baby! You told me you was gonna take care of me! Were you lying…?"

"I used to be beautiful. What happened to me?!"

"Why are you making this so hard for me?!"

"C'mere and say that to my face, you slimey bastard!"

"You wanna play with me?"

"Hello? Did you come to talk to me?"

"I can be nice if I want to…"

"Next time, work on your timing."

"Oh, and we were just getting to the best bit!"

"Tell me you love me! Go on, say it!"

"Just pretend, you imbecile!"

"You ruined me!"

"No one touches me! No one!"

"You won't touch me again!"

"Someone shou- should do this for me, someone should be doing this for me!"

Breadwinner

"Get out of my territory!"

"Amateur! Fuckin' amateur!"

"I'm top dog, you shit!"

"GET OUTA MY FUCKIN' OFFICE!"

"You come to my town?! To MY TOWN?!"

"You're a nobody! Nobody!"

"Who the hell is that?"

"Yeah? Well, you're fired! Ya got that?"

"I was right, I tell ya. I was right, god damn it."

"Come on. Gimme a break!"

"Come on. Just let me explain, will ya?"

"I'm too busy for this shit."

"Waste of my goddamn time."

"This isn't makin' me time OR money!"

"Goddammit, I'm bleeding!"

"Ahh. Ahh yeah, finally some service! Woo!"

"What happened to this thing?"

"Ha, it's my lucky day!"

"She should not have come here."

"Ah, a man can start a business down here, yeah. Now now, it's- it's not too late. I'll get to it."

"It's just a bad quarter. Naw, that's all. Yeah, market'll come back, huh? Yeah! Everything'll be fine. Yeah, it'll all be fine… Augh."

"I just gotta wait out the down cycle. I'm a success… I'm a fuckin' success!"

"I ain't afraid of failure… cause I ain'ts gonna fail!"

"These assholes don't get it. I'm a winner!"

"Came here to get rich… ain't gonna leave 'till I do!"

"Came down here with a dream… That dream's gonna happen."

"Aw, come on… they're gonna kill me if I lose you!"

"That's it? We're done?"

"You think that I'm dumb? Sure, sure, why not? You keep on thinkin' that."

"You think I wouldn't notice if you just waltzed in here? Huh?"

"I'll tell you what: I'll pay you to stay alive next time. How's that for a deal, you shit head."

"I earned this! Me!"

"You give it to me, you hear?"

"Just open your mouth."

"Ah, whose fault is this?"

"Look at this dump! Nothing left but nothing!"

#txt #ask prompts #sentence starters #rp memes #rp prompts #inbox memes #roleplay memes #rp meme #inbox prompts #roleplay prompts #source: bioshock

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bookshelf-dust · 2 years

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what are we going to be for halloween?

gareth emerson x fem!reader

word count: 2,166

warnings: flirty little shithead gareth, gareth likes boobs, halloween!! sweet sweet kissy fluff, mentions of smoking?? some ass touching, candy eating

a/n: i LOVE this gif. "pussies? really? because we're not delusional?" something about the way he drags out the "uuuuu" makes me crazy. anyway, i really, really like this!! i hope you do too!! <33

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October 1988

You're on your back, reading on the couch, book resting against the top of your stomach, just under your chest. You register Gareth walk around in front of you, but you're not really paying him any attention.

Something that he's clearly had enough of.

Gareth walks toward you, and gets onto the couch, wiggling about until he is settled between your legs, head on your tummy, hands tucked under his chin. He rubs his knee up and down your calf as best as he can from the odd angle.

From where he's laying, he cannot see your face--only the book cover and your hands. But lucky for him, your hair is splayed out within his grasp, and he reaches for a strand, giving it a gentle and curious sniff.

"Your hair smells good."

"Wow, thank you, Gareth. It’s almost like that’s what happens when someone washes their hair," you retort.

"You’re such a little shit, you know that? Such a smartass."

You lift the book from its resting place, looking down at him. His cheek rests on his hand, and he grins up at you, looking like a mischievous toddler.

"You think I’ve got a smart ass? Just showering me with compliments today, huh?" He moves a hand, stroking it down your side and wriggling it under you to give your ass a squeeze, making you yelp. The look on his face tells you he's very proud of himself, and you lower your book again so that he is blocked from view.

"Rude," he proclaims. You reach down and lightly slap his ass in return.

"I'd come over here to ask you a question, and now you go about, abusing my delicate rear end? The nerve."

You ignore his dramatics. "Ask the question, Emerson."

"What are we going to be for Halloween?"

That was a good question. You'd been thinking it over for a while, but you needed to make the decision soon in order to have time to prepare for the holiday.

"Huh." You mark your page and close your book, leaning a little to set it on the table opposite the couch.

"Well..." you trail off, patting your chest to signal that you want Gareth closer, for him to scoot up.

"We could be Ferris and Cameron. Or you could be Bender and I could be Claire. You've got the flannel for that. But we don't have to be a pair, you know. It could be individual. I could be Wednesday, or maybe just Allison because you know Andrew pisses me off. Or like, Elvira."

Gareth sat up at that one, straddling your hips. "Don't tease me like that." He had the hots for Elvira, Mistress of The Dark, and you didn't even blame him in the slightest. She was hot and there was no denying that.

"Gare, I haven't got half the boobs for that. It was just an idea.” He looked offended, seriously hurt.

"Hey! Don't say that about them! You're gonna hurt their feelings!"

You rolled your eyes at him. "Stop conversing with my boobs, Gareth."

"I love your boobs. You'd be such a hot Elvira. Really!" You crossed your arms over your chest, not believing him, and hoping he'd forget about the suggestion. He could tell that you thought it might be fun, but then he saw the moment your insecurities shoved their way to the frontline of your thoughts. "We could be Seymour and Audrey."

"Jesus, Gareth. You really want my boobs out, don't you?"

"I love them. They're so nice to me, baby."

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You’d settled on being Ferris and Cameron. While Gareth really liked the idea of you dressing up in something sexy, he wanted you to be comfortable and happy. So you’d tucked the Elvira idea away for next year, or maybe just for Gareth.

Gareth’s stepdad had an old Flyers jersey lying around, which he was kind enough to let Gareth borrow. You watched him button the khaki pants he’d found during one of your thrift store visits, noticing how good his thighs looked in them.

“Hey, my eyes are up here.” You looked up at him from your perch on his bed, and he smiled at you. “C’mere.” He moved to his dresser, picking up his wallet and making sure the chain was still attached securely.

You stood in front of him and lifted your jacket a little for him. He slipped his wallet into your back pocket, hooking the other end of the chain to one of your belt loops. “I see why you think that’s hot now. Looks way better on you.”

Gareth leaned down to peck you once on the lips and then again on the cheek, making you blush.

You looked in his mirror, kind of agreeing with him, and thinking you might have to get one for yourself.

The two of you stood there in your finished costumes, looking rather cute. You’d gone to all of the local thrift stores repeatedly until you found everything you needed, your Ferris costume proving much more difficult than his Cameron.

You’d found a vest a close as possible to his, and some pants for cheap. The best part was that Steve had a jacket that looked almost identical to Ferris,’ and you were suddenly very thankful he was preppier than you. He’s agreed to let you borrow it, trusting you wouldn’t spill anything on it.

You’d borrowed a white shirt for underneath from Gareth, after discovering you didn’t own anything that wasn’t a dark color. You were lucky he had one that he slept in sometimes when he decided to wear a shirt to bed.

You realized the only part of your outfit that was yours were your shoes, but nevertheless the both of you looked very very sweet.

Gareth wrapped his arms around you and rested his head on your shoulder. “Does kissing in these costumes mean we’ve changed the plot of the movie?”

“Yeah, but that’s how it should’ve been anyways,” you laughed. “Ferris and Cameron were in love and I’m a firm believer in that.”

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“Where to next?” Gareth asked, driving in the direction of the rich neighborhoods.

You’d already hit all the houses on his street, skirting around all the other teens and their siblings or friends, ignoring the comments from neighbors he knew about whether or not the two of you were too old to be trick-or-treating.

You hadn’t cared in the slightest, wanting to revel in the child-like escapades of Halloween before you officially weren’t a teenager anymore.

“Word on the street is that the people in Loch Nora give out full sized candy bars.” Word on the street being Dustin and his knowledge of the best places to get candy.

“Sold.”

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Gareth was walking next to you, pillowcase slung over his shoulder, other hand in his pocket. You were looking at him, taking in the way the street lights glinted off the tip of his nose, the way his cupid’s blow shined. You’d never been happier.

You tore your gaze away from him, reaching into your pumpkin bucket and digging around for the Nerds some soccer mom had given you earlier.

It was getting later, the streets having turned fully teen territory now, and Gareth reached to tug you closer to him because of the crowd. You tore open the little pink box, shaking some into your mouth, and then noticed how close you were to him, having been occupied with your candy. He was looking right at you.

“What?” You inquired.

“I want some.” You held the box aloft and he opened his mouth, stopping walking to you let you shake some out.

“Thank you.” He kissed you, and tasted like cherry.

He stayed still after you started to walk again, your eye on a particularly big house with loads of decorations. You noticed and moved back to him.

“You’re so pretty,” he told you, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“I love you,” Gareth said. He grinned at the way you blushed under the orange string lights hanging from someone’s carport.

“I love you too, Cam.” He leaned in and kissed you, short and sweet, and then let you practically run off in search of more sugar—which he knew you didn’t need.

After a little while longer, another rich neighborhood, and an alarmingly full pillowcase that might’ve started to rip, you decided to call it a night with the trick-or-treating.

You did decide to drive around for a while, looking at Halloween decorations.

“I’m gonna have to get a better job than the record store if we’re gonna be able to afford our own decorations. Bet we could have the best yard in all of Hawkins.” Gareth noticed you were quiet, and turned to look at you.

“You said ‘we.’ You wanna live with me?” You hesitantly asked.

He looked at you like it was obvious. “‘Course I do. Someday. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Yeah, Gare, I would.”

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“You’re gonna have to spare some Whoppers. I promised Eddie I’d save him some.” The both of you were sitting on his living room floor, raiding your candy stash that you’d now dumped on the carpet.

“He should’ve come with us then. Gotten his own candy.” You stuck your tongue out at him, popping another chocolate ball in your mouth.

Gareth was now searching for anything with white chocolate in it, knowing you hated that shit, and so did he, setting it aside for his sisters, who did like it. The Lost Boys was playing in the background, but you weren’t paying attention, having seen it more than was healthy.

“No. I’m glad it was just the two of us tonight. I like being with you.” You watched him open a pack of chocolate cigarettes, putting one in between his lips. “You can’t yell at me about these, they won’t kill me.”

He held the pack out to you, and you took one, chewing as he closed it and tossed it on the floor. “I’m glad it was just the two of us too, by the way.”

He grinned at you, leaning in and waiting for a kiss. You planted one on his forehead and he pouted. “Noo, you missed!” You tried for a cheek. Then he got sick of your games and put both hands on the sides of your face, kissing you with a loud enough “Mwah!” to make you roll your eyes at him.

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The two of you scooped up the remainder of your candy and carried it upstairs to his room in order to save it from the other mouths in his house.

You started to strip off the layers of your costume, setting Steve’s jacket carefully on the desk chair in Gareth’s room.

Gareth walked over when he realized you were changing clothes, unhooking the wallet chain for you. “Thank you,” you said, unbuttoning your vest.

You stepped out of your pants, watching Gareth pull the jersey over his head and toss it across the room. He then untangled his necklace from his hair, and your eyes fell to his tummy. His tummy.

You ducked down planting kisses on his soft squish and carding your fingers through his happy trail. “You have problems,” he said.

You kept going, and then realized that his thighs were right there, and they looked oh so good in those pants, so you gave them a squeeze.

“No problems. Just love you.” Another belly kiss, another thigh rub.

His cheeks went red, and you left him to dig in your bag for pajamas. “No. Nope. Stop that. Wear something of mine, please, I beg of you.”

You pulled his shirt off over your head and waited for him to pick something new out, but he got sidetracked looking at your chest. “Hey, my eyes are up here, dipshit.”

“I told you I love your boobies,” he said, tossing a Motörhead shirt at you.

“Don’t say boobies, Gareth.”

He giggled. “I like your boobies and I’m proud of it, so I’ll say boobies if I please. Pants or no?”

“Please. It’s cold in here.” He tossed a pair of old pajama pants at you, and then slipped into sweats himself. He turned around, and groaned at the sight of you in his clothes.

“Ughh. I love you.”

He grabbed your hand, leading you to his bed, snuggling under the covers with you.

He slipped his hand underneath your shirt rubbing your belly, and you took the chance to do the same, not missing the way his lips quirked up.

You leaned in. “I wanna spend all the rest of the Halloweens with you.”

He smiled fully at you, happy and warm. “Right back at you, baby.”

You leaned in, kissing him slowly, a warm press of your lips against his. He ran his tongue along your bottom lip, and you let him in for a moment before pulling away.

“I love you, Gareth.”

“I love you too, sweet thing.”

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glass-noodle · 8 months

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I'm curious Connor in you're au looks quite malnutritioned and tired what would Hank do if he became exceptionally sick or weak from kamskis experiments on him

He can tell that something’s off the minute he walks into the enclosure. Connor is lying half on the deck, half in the water, his tail hanging limply off the ledge. He barely lifts his head at the sound of Hank entering, eyes half-lidded and hazy.

Hank rushes forward, dropping his lunch bag on the deck and grabbing Connor by the shoulders. “Jesus — Connor! Hey, you okay?”

Connor looks worse than he ever has; purple shadows under his eyes dark as a bruise, skin sallow over protruding bones, grip weak as he reaches up to place a heavy hand on Hank’s arm. Hank feels anger simmer to life in his gut, the urge to storm straight into Kamski’s office and punch his teeth out for allowing Connor to wallow in this state (and likely causing it) rising like a maelstrom; but he manages to reign himself in for Connor’s sake, guiding him into a more comfortable position on the deck. “Hold on, kid,” he says urgently, shrugging off his jacket and draping it over the merman’s thin, pale frame. He turns to rummage quickly through his bag. “Here, what do you need? Food? Water?”

He holds out his daily catch to Connor. Connor looks blearily at the fish, eyes cloudy, then drops his head back onto the deck, murmuring insensibly.

Hank raises his head back up. “C’mon, kid, you need to eat,” he says, trying to keep his voice low despite his rising panic. He palms the kid’s face gently, noting how it’s burning up as he sits cross-legged by the water’s edge, guiding Connor’s head into his lap.

Connor barely reacts to the change in position. His eyes are closed, and his bony ribs rise and fall quickly, shallow breaths puffing past cracked lips. Hank decides it’s probably best to start with water. He reaches back into his bag to retrieve his bottle, uncapping it and placing it against Connor’s lips. “Come on, come on,” he mutters.

Connor does respond to that, at least, throat bobbing with difficulty as he sips slowly at what’s offered. Hank’s relief is short-lived, however; Connor’s eyes slip shut when Hank pulls the bottle away, and he murmurs a low, wounded sound as he turns his head weakly into Hank’s lap.

Hank hisses a curse between his teeth. He puts a hand on Connor’s burning forehead, pushing his sweat-soaked locks out of the way. He’s just about to consider running to get help — Kamski’s wrath be damned — when the enclosure door opens.

Hank turns quickly, stiffening. One of the scientists, the small blonde one, is standing in the doorway, holding several objects in her hands — one of which looks like a syringe filled with a pale blue fluid. She gives him a strange, lingering look.

“Mr. Anderson.”

“Who the fuck are you?” Hank growls. He doesn’t give a damn that he’s been caught breaking the rules. He eyes the syringe in her hand suspiciously as she walks towards them, clutching Connor tighter. “The hell are you gonna do to him?”

She stops a short distance away from them. “My name is Chloe,” she says, soft and careful. She holds out her hands placatingly, showing Hank everything that she has in her grasp. “I work directly under Dr. Kamski. Connor is sick. I have medicine for him.”

Hank eyes the syringe suspiciously. The girl doesn’t seem all that aggressive, but he doesn’t trust anyone in this place, least of all the fuckers who put Connor in this situation in the first place. “Right. How do I know you’re not just gonna shoot him up with more weird shit?”

Chloe’s hesitates, looking away. “I understand your concern,” she murmurs finally. “But I want you to know that I really don’t mean Connor any harm. I — I don’t like seeing him suffer, either.”

Hank snorts darkly at that. “Then set him free.”

Chloe says nothing; just gives him another long, considering look. On top of feeling pissed, her light-eyed stare is starting to make him feel uncomfortable, like she’s staring into his soul and grasping at his deepest, most guarded thoughts. Weird girl.

Connor stirs in his lap, dark eyes flickering open to peer hazily beyond Hank’s hovering form. He seems to recognize Chloe; he doesn’t shy away as she approaches them, at least. Rather, he shifts, and — to Hank’s surprise — holds out one pale, scarred arm.

Chloe kneels down, keeping her eyes on Hank. “May I?”

Hank would honestly like nothing less, but he’s not stupid. Connor needs more help than he can provide, and for whatever reason he seems to trust her marginally more than the other scientists Hank’s seen him interact with. “Whatever,” he grunts, keeping a tight grip on the merman. If she got the smart notion to try anything, Hank would be there to swing his weight around, anyhow.

Connor watches her as she swabs his skin delicately with alcohol, and Hank watches him in turn. His face pinches when she inserts the needle, but he seems no less uncomfortable than he was before; no trace of the anger or fear that normally twists his expression when the scientists enter his tank. In fact, he seems almost…relieved. His eyes slip closed when Chloe retracts the needle, and he lets out a shaky sigh, curling into Hank’s warmth.

Hank strokes a hand through the kid’s hair, watching Chloe discard the needle into a little yellow container and tape a piece of gauze over the puncture site. “You done now?”

Chloe shakes her head, looking regretful. “I’m afraid we’ll have to move Connor to the sick tank. He’ll need more than a single shot to recover, and he’ll need specific environmental conditions to help him heal properly.”

Hank feels that familiar anger ignite in him again, raising his hackles and knotting dark and tight in his chest. “He wouldn’t be sick if you would just stop doing this to him,” he growls, fixing the girl with a hard, baleful stare. Whatever she’d done to help Connor just now, it didn’t make up for everything she’d helped enable up until this point. It didn’t make up for all the suffering she and her team had put Connor through.

Chloe doesn’t speak for a long moment. “I’ll pass that on to Elijah,” she says eventually, tone soft and unreadable.

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darklydeliciousdesires · 10 months

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Hello lovely! It's been absolutely ages, so thought I would drop by with a request 😜

If you felt so inclined, may I please have number 4 with Guero

🌻

Yeah babe, it's been years and years, lmao!

Of course, you can <3 More of a short than a drabble. This one kinda got away from me. I doubt you're going to mind, though!xx

Lil' bit of smut below the cut, minors DNI!

You can tell as you watch him circle his neck and flex his shoulder blades exactly what's bothering him. Tension. Knotted muscles that are likely currently tightened so badly, he feels as if someone has zipped his trapezius together.

He turns and smiles, catching you look at him. "What's up, girl?"

"I could ask you the same question, but I know already." Walking out from behind the bar, you approach him, Guero turning in his seat as you arrive with him. "Slip your kutte off."

He raises an eyebrow. "You want me to undress for you, right here? Well, I ain't shy, mamacita, but we could take it someplace more private?"

He's so playful, and you love that about him, dropping your head for a moment and laughing softly. "Your back pain. Let me help you with that."

He begins to shrug his kutte from his shoulders. "And the taking you someplace more private?" Oh, that wink. He could topple entire empires with that fucking wink.

"Just let me work my magic. I'm good with my hands."

He snorts softly, his lips spreading into a full smile. “Good with your hands, huh? I think I wanna know more.”

"See, the nice girl comes over and offers you a massage, and you gotta take it to another place, man. Rude, bro. Really rude," Bottles chirps, Guero turning to frown.

"And you're just envious that it ain't you her hands are gonna be on, now get back behind the bar, prospect." He then turns to you, gesturing to his back. "Please proceed."

Your fingers meet his shoulders, squeezing softly, working out towards his arms, moving to the centre of his back and pushing, the tension crackling beneath your fingers as you begin to knead. The moan that slips from his mouth arrows right to your crotch.

"Fuck me, that's good."

Fuck him? Oh, how you'd happily hop upon that man, given half the chance. "You carry a lot of tension in your upper back. It's common with guys who ride motorcycles. You should let me do this for you more often."

He leans back to look at you, a lascivious smirk in place. "I think that can be arranged, for you to have your hands all over me on the regular."

A few hours later and you have him back at your house, Guero lying naked beneath you after being treated to a full body rub down, his skin glinting with the sheen of massage oil you wet your hands with. Hands that are now focused on one particular part of his anatomy, sliding in a slippery, tandem grip upon his cock.

"Oh... my... fucking... god." His eyes close, a crease denting his forehead, deep moans of lust echoing his throat. "I ain't ever had a hand job like this before. Jesus, that feels too good."

His cock twitches in your grasp, his abs juddering, your smile widening as you watch him succumb to his completely blissed-out state, leaning to kiss the centre of his chest. "Told you I was good with my hands."

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wheels-of-despair · 5 months

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Enough | A Make Up Story | Tom Grant x You | Series Masterlist

Chapter 11: A Hint of Shared Embarrassment Words: 2.8k

The next two days went by in a glorious blur.

April had been overjoyed when you told her that you were going to stick around and help Tom pack for her.

But her enthusiasm didn't come close to how you felt after Tom asked you to stay.

You said goodbye to April and Amelia and walked out of the hospital with Tom's arm around your shoulders, and yours wrapped around his waist. You stopped for a quick lunch that you barely tasted, because you were so fucking happy about a few more days with him, you couldn't focus on anything else.

You picked up a pile of cardboard boxes, stopped by Doug's shop and paid a bill that was much lower than you thought it'd be - it was an easy fix, he's said, he was just waiting on the part - and followed Tom back to the caravan park in your little junk-bucket.

You packed while Tom worked, singing along to his borrowed radio to keep your mind from running wild. Packing April's things - dusting and organizing and wrapping her breakables - was surprisingly relaxing. She was a fascinating person, judging by the things she'd collected over the years; you wished you'd had more time to get to know her. You'd love to know the stories behind her treasures.

But the thing you most looked forward to was when Tom came home from work. You'd fallen into a routine almost immediately; you'd finish up at April's a few minutes before you expected him, and have dinner started by the time he arrived. He was clueless, but eager to help. You loved teaching him almost as much as you loved teasing him.

When you woke on Thursday, peaceful and warm beneath the covers in the hazy morning light, you carefully turned toward Tom. He was lying on his side, facing you with his mouth open, snoring lightly. He was so beautiful, it made you ache.

He moaned quietly, and you closed your eyes, so he wouldn't know that you'd been staring at him. You felt him move and heard him stretch, but didn't open your eyes until he'd settled back in.

Tom had been watching you too.

You smiled at each other with just a hint of shared embarrassment. Did he know you'd started it?

"What's the time," he mumbles, rolling over to look at the clock. He moans and turns back to you with a smirk. "Don't have to be up for half an hour."

"Hmmm," you hum, moving closer and running your hand up his bare chest. "A whole half an hour. What shall we do with our time?"

"I've got a few ideas," he grins. You let your hand slide into his messy morning hair and pull him close for a kiss. You have a few ideas of your own.

Exactly twenty-nine minutes later, Tom is out the door with a peck and a "see you at lunch", and you're on your way back to April's. You threw yourself into your task and quickly lost track of time, wondering about the stories behind the decades-old framed photographs you were dusting and packing into cardboard boxes.

You're folding clothes and marveling at your ability to remember lyrics to songs you haven't heard in a decade when you hear the floor creak behind you. You whip around in a panic and see Tom leaning against the door frame and smirking at you.

"Jesus, Tom!" You clutch your heart. "How long have you been standing there?"

"Not long," he grins. "Ready to take a break?"

You glance at the clock and confirm that it's lunchtime. "Sorry, got in the zone. I meant to have food ready by the time you got home."

"Don't apologize, we'll heat up something together."

You return to Tom's for a quick lunch of leftovers.

"Kyle's coming over later to help me waterproof the window. Supposed to rain tonight."

"Oh no, what if we get rained in? How ever will we entertain ourselves?" you smirk.

Tom grins and takes another bite.

"I'm gonna go wash April's sheets and the clothes from her hamper in a bit," you tell him as he chews. "Want me to throw in a load for you too?"

The air turns heavy, and Tom puts down his fork. You busy yourself with the salt shaker, sensing that you've overstepped.

"You don't have to do that."

"It's bland," you intentionally misunderstand.

"You know what I mean."

You shrug. "I'm going anyway."

"I mean, you don't have to take care of me."

"It's not a big deal, Tom. I have seen your underwear before, you know," you joke. That's right, ease the tension, hope he forgets that you just made it weird.

No such luck.

Tom reaches across the table for your hand. You hesitate. He flattens his palm and wiggles his fingers until you place your hand in his. When you finally dare to look up at him, you see pity in those big brown eyes.

"You're here because I want you to be. You don't have to earn your keep."

Your heart suddenly feels like it's made of lead. How does he see right through you like this? This is exactly what you did with Jade. You took care of her without question or complaint, hoping that she'd eventually see the value in keeping you around. Like an absolute fucking idiot. Perhaps it's time to revisit that get-eaten-by-shark idea.

You blink back tears, swallow the lump in your throat, and somehow manage a fraction of a nod. He squeezes your hand.

"I'm making you dinner tonight," he states, letting your hand go.

"Is it gonna be spaghetti or spaghetti?" you ask, hoping to laugh your way out of your shame.

"Oh, fuck off," he laughs, digging back into his lunch. You smile and start picking at yours again too. The tension doesn't take long to dissipate. Things felt almost normal by the time you finished eating.

But you left the dirty dishes in the sink when Tom went back to work anyway, just to prove a point.

You returned to April's and continued packing until you heard hammering nearby. You went to the kitchen window and spent a few minutes watching Tom and Kyle working on the plywood-covered hole. Tom had broken a sweat and shed his jacket. He and Kyle worked well together; no sniping, no nasty looks, no fighting like with Kai. You couldn't make out their words, but you could hear their laughs. You had to drag yourself away from the window and back to the box of figurines that needed to be sealed and labeled.

You tried your best to stop your thoughts from wandering back to the boy next door as you worked, but didn't have much luck. When he finally appeared, leaning against the doorframe in his sweaty t-shirt, it was all you could do not to maul him on the spot.

"Clouds are starting to roll in. You wanna call it a day?"

Words. Use your words. "Yeah."

"I'm gonna go jump in the shower, I won't be but a minute. Then I'll make dinner." He turns to leave, but you can't let it happen. You need him. Now.

"Wait."

He looks back at you expectantly. Your words have escaped you again, so you close the distance and pull him in for a kiss. He moans into your mouth, and you nearly lose it on the spot. Sorry, April's house.

The hand that's not in his hair traces his belt buckle, and he jumps as if you've given him an electric shock.

"I, uh," he licks his lips, "I'm all sweaty. Let me go shower."

"No." You step closer and suck at his salty neck, and wonder if he's going to collapse in your arms.

"Really, you don't want me all dirty like this, I'll only be a minute, I promise." The waver in his voice is entirely unconvincing.

You pull back and give him a hard look. His breath catches.

"Alright, Tom. If you really want to shower first, you can shower first." He swallows. You come in closer and speak quietly. "I'm going to finish up here. I want you waiting for me on the bed in five minutes… in nothing but a towel."

Tom's eyes widen. He nods, then turns and scrambles out the door. You didn't go to the window to watch, but you're fairly certain he ran across the yard to get home. You smile to yourself and look at the clock on April's kitchen wall. You move through the house slowly and start turning off lights, making sure to give him enough time.

When four and a half minutes are up, you lock her door and walk through the yard and back to Tom's.

He's waiting for you on the edge of the bed, in nothing but a towel, just as he'd been instructed. Droplets of water fall from his hair to his shoulders and roll down his chest. He's fucking perfect.

You stand between his legs and let him nuzzle his face into your stomach for a moment, raking your fingers through his wet hair. His palms remain on the bed, as if he were waiting for permission to touch you. You don't give it. Your hands eventually drift to his shoulders, and gently push him back onto the mattress. He watches you with wide eyes and shallow breaths. You could've told him to do anything in that moment, and he would've done it.

Instead, you sink to your knees on the floor between his legs and slowly peel away the towel. He's trembling.

"Tom? Are you alright?"

"Mhm."

"Do you want this?"

"Fuck yeah," he puffs. You start at his knee and kiss a slow trail up the inside of his thigh. When you look up at him, he's already clutching a fistful of the blanket in each hand. He's so hard, you can't bear to torture him much longer. You place your hands on his hips and give them a squeeze, to let him know what's coming.

When you take him in your mouth, he whimpers.

When your fist closes around his base, he moans.

When you start to pump him, he gasps.

When you swirl your tongue around his head, he erupts with a strangled cry.

You swallow him down and rest your chin on his thigh while you wait for his body to stop quivering.

He's so fucking beautiful.

"Fuck," he finally breathes, still panting.

"You alright?" you ask from between his legs with a smirk.

"C'mere," he mumbles, reaching his hands toward you blindly, not having the energy to lift his head and look at you.

You crawl up onto the bed and lie on your side next to him, propping your head up on your palm so you can keep watching him. He turns to his side and buries his face in your chest, pulling you to him with an arm around your back. You smile and kiss the top of his head, then twist yourself so that you're lying on your back and he's nearly on top of you. You stroke up and down his spine as his breathing evens out.

Eventually, Tom pulls his head away from your chest, with your shirt between his teeth. He lets it go with a devious grin.

"You're wearing far too many clothes right now."

"I guess you should probably help me out of them, then."

Tom Grant doesn't need to be told twice.

Two hours and several rounds later, you've both worked up a sweat.

"Good thing you took a shower beforehand, huh?" you tease.

"That's alright," he smiles. "Now we can take a fun one."

"Oh?"

"C'mon," he grins, rising out of bed and extending a hand to you. You don't take it.

"Tom, your tiny little shower cannot hold two people."

"Bet it can."

"Bet it can't."

"What do you want to bet?"

"Hm… if there's room for you to rock my world, then you must do so. But if there's not, you let me shower in peace while you go make dinner."

"Deal. Up." He reaches forward and grabs your hands, pulling you from the bed and into the tiny bathroom. Tom turns the water on, and gestures for you to enter the comically small shower stall. You step in, turn around, and cross your arms. He grins and follows.

"Oh, look. We both fit. I win." You roll your eyes and move half a step so that your back touches the wall. "Alright, if you put your leg here…"

The events that followed were awkward, slippery, and full of laughter. Knees and elbows were banged on walls, eyes were blinded with water, and one leg cramp threatened to ruin eveything. But Tom held up his end of the bargain, and you both returned to the bedroom happy, triumphant, and slightly less sweaty.

"Wait, which one of us is making dinner?" Tom asks, slipping into a pair of sweats.

"Doesn't matter, there's a pizza crammed in there somewhere, all we have to do is unwrap it and toss it in the oven."

"Oh yeah?" Tom asks, standing behind you as you wiggle your underwear up over your damp hips. His head dips to place a kiss on your neck, his arms circle you… then he throws you onto the bed.

"I'll make dinner!" he yells as he bounds into the kitchen.

You laugh, roll over, and get up to follow him. You pull a shirt over your head and step into the kitchen as he opens the pizza box.

"Don't hurt yourself with all that work, Tom," you warn, playfully snapping the waistband of his sweats as you pass him. He yelps, reaches out to smack your ass, and misses. You turn around and stick your tongue out, then proceed to the living room. You plop yourself on the sofa, lacing your fingers behind your head and crossing your ankles as you watch Tom go through the grueling task of putting a frozen pizza in the oven.

When he lets the oven door slam shut, he takes a run at you. You curl into a defensive ball and squeal, and he attacks. With kisses. He hovers over you on all fours and kisses every bit of skin he can reach.

Once you realize your life is not in peril, you stretch out beneath him and wait for him to find your mouth. He does, gradually stretching his body out over yours. You stay just like that, kissing lazily, until the oven timer dings.

"Dinner's ready," he whispers, still centimeters from your face. "I slaved all day."

"Better go get it out of the oven then," you said with a kiss to the tip of his nose. "Wouldn't want all that hard work to be for naught."

You grin at each other and reluctantly leave the sofa. The rain had started at some point, but you didn't notice until you sat down at the table.

The pizza is quite good for something that you only grabbed because it was on sale. Or maybe it was the company that made it seem that way.

The rain picked up as you ate, and the thunder began. You decided to forego dishes for the night, lest someone get electrocuted. Tom turned off the lights and opened the curtains so you could watch the storm, and you settled in on the sofa together.

You lay there for hours, talking about everything and nothing and tracing lazy patterns on each other's skin and wishing this night would never end.

"Why is it so easy with you?" you wonder aloud, as sleep draws nearer.

"What's easy?" Tom mumbles. His question sets your brain on fire.

Everything was easy with Tom.

When you were with him, you didn't feel pressure to be faster or more efficient, like at work. Or to be more interesting or social, like at home. Or to be charming and entertaining, like with Jade. You always felt like you needed to put in just a little more effort. Do more. Be better. Try a little harder. And you did. You tried, all the time.

But what was the point? Did it result in a promotion? A flatmate who thought of you as a person? Jade wanting to keep you?

Tom didn't ask anything of you. He didn't expect anything. You were simply two people lying on a sofa inside a creaky caravan, watching the lightning and listening to the rain pound on the tin roof.

For the first time in your life, you felt like you could just… BE. Like you were enough. The realization brought tears to your eyes.

"Everything," you breathe.

Tom responds with a soft snore. You let out a quiet laugh, nuzzle into him, and let the sound of the pouring rain lull you to sleep.

#writings of despair #tom grant is enough #tom grant #tom grant x you #tom grant x reader

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kl4us4 · 1 year

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SHOOT TO KILL (Steve Harrington x F!Reader)

summary: you and Steve get into a heated argument. Inspired by Taylor Swifts lyrics “And my words shoot to kill when I’m mad, I have a lot of regrets about that.”

masterlist / requests open

warnings: arguments, slightly toxic fight tbh

Steve lets out a long breath, eyes squeezing shut just for a second before he looks at the closed door. It’s a cold night, it hasn’t stopped raining since this afternoon. His hair's drenched from walking from the street to your front door. Steve’s wet shoulders won’t remain upright, he’s far too tired to stand straight. Everything feels like it’s weighing him down. He likes to pretend; everything’s fine, he’s a normal 20-year-old living a normal life, his dad isn’t an asshole and he doesn’t hate being home. He knocks once, loud, so you can hear it over the thundering rain.

You feel the tension in the air as soon as you open the door, a chill wind bursting in immediately. Steve stands on your porch, two hours late, with an annoyed expression. He doesn’t kiss your cheek or forehead like he usually does. He just lifts a hand, giving you a small wave and it isn’t just the weather that chills you.

“Shit, you’re drenched,” you frown gently, watching his distant gaze, “what happened?”

He just exhales, shaking his head before running a hand through his dishevelled hair, “I know, I’m late. You don’t have to chew my ass out for it.”

“Yeah, you’re late,” you answer with an obvious tone, not appreciating his outright attitude, “tell me, did something happen?”

He holds back rolling his eyes. And you notice. Shaking your head in confusion at his tone, your scowl grows. “Why?” He asks plainly, shoulders giving a shrug. Steve just stares at you, “Does it matter? Can’t I just come inside?”

“Well, yeah,” you exhale a nervous half-laugh, “You seem upset.”

“Tired.”

A strike of thunder booms across the sky and you flinch, eyes peering up at the darkness. Your chest rises at every look of frustration Steve has, “Why are you late? What happened?”

“Something needs to happen for me to be late?” His eyes flick to the side as he shifts on his feet.

“Why are you mad at me?" You ask outright, eyebrows pinching upwards.

"I'm not fuckin' mad at you, I just said I'm tired!" He whines, throwing his arms around.

"What the hell has gotten into you?” Frowning at him, you blink for a moment, “I’m just asking - you’re clearly in a bad mood and I’m just asking if you’re alright. God.”

“Yeah, and I said I’m fine!” He shrugs, movements shaky and jarring as if his body’s holding the pent-up stress that his mouth refuses to voice.

“Yeah, clearly,” you fold your arms over your chest.

“Why isn’t that enough for you?” He narrows his eyes when you lean against the door frame, "Why can't you just believe me?"

“Wh- I…” You suck a breath in, feeling as though you’re on the edge of tears, “I know when you're lying, Steve. If you’re gonna be in a shitty mood and not tell me what’s wrong then-”

“Nothing is wrong!” He exclaims, throwing his hands up in the air. A few drops of water fall from his hair, a strand of brown hair dropping to his forehead, “God, why do you keep asking me that? It’s-”

“‘Cause you’re- you’re being a dick!”

“So, what?” He exclaims, his brown eyes flicking between yours, “Are you not gonna let me in ‘cause I’m a little late?”

“That’s not what’s happening here, don't put this on me,” you raise your arms, frowning deeply at him. He’s never spoken to you like that before, you’re not sure what you’re supposed to do if he won’t tell you what happened. “Jesus, Steve, you’re-”

“Okay, I’m the bad guy ‘cause I raised my voice a little,” he gestures a hand towards you, his eyebrows furrowing as he barks out a humourless laugh.

Your face falls, the breath knocked clean from your lungs. You recognise this colour on him; him hiding his pain behind a glass cage of anger. He's hurt and he isolates himself. He acts out. You've seen it before.

“You’re being… you’re just-”

“What?” He takes a step forward, chest rising and falling a little, “What am I?”

“Steve-”

“Finish your sentence.”

Your eyes narrow and you take a step closer to him, “Don't push me away. Tell me what’s wrong.” You look up at him, noticing his trembling lips and the way he plasters on an angry look. You swallow dryly, “Please, stop pushing me away. I care. Just-”

“I’m fine!” He exclaims, squeezing the bridge of his nose for a moment. “Sorry that I’m late, okay? I’m sorry. What’s the big deal?”

“Oh, you can’t tell? You’re being an asshole,” you gesture to him, shaking your head, “I don’t want to be around you if you’re gonna be like this.”

He shuts his eyes for a moment before turning back to his car, “Fine. Fine, whatever. Have a good night.”

The rain falls harder, he takes a look up at the sky before bracing himself underneath the heavy rain.

“Steve!” You call after him, shutting the door behind you as you follow his hurried footsteps. The rain chills you to the bone, making you cower under its force and cold, “Wait-”

“No! Don’t you get it?” He whips around to face you, neck red as his voice strains, “Nothing needs to happen for me to fuck up. Alright?!”

“Steve-”

“This is just what I do,” he laughs again, letting out a dismal sigh before continuing, “I ruin everything I touch, don’t you see that?”

“Come inside.”

“No.” Steve shakes his head. He pulls his keys from his pocket, gripping them in his hand, “It’s late. Doesn’t matter. I'm not- I can't stop being- I-I’ll go.”

You tug the keys from his hand, fingers trembling, “No! I don’t want you to go. I just want you to talk to me. Tell me what’s got you so upset.”

He just shrugs, holding his hand out for the keys, “I just wanna go home.”

“Why?”

Steve lets out a deep sigh, pushing his hair back as move water falls onto his cheeks, “Y/N, I really- I can’t fucking keep up with this back and forth.”

“Back and forth,” you repeat, hesitant to ask another question in case it angers him further.

“Yes!” He exclaims, throwing his hands up in the air, “I don’t want to fucking fight with you again - and again and again. That’s all we do. I didn’t come here to argue with you.”

“Yeah, and I didn’t invite you over here just to be treated like shit,” you shoot back, staring up at him in silence, “I’m not trying to fight with you.”

“Really?” He tilts his head down at you.

Now it’s your turn to grip the keys, “I asked what was wrong - if something happened - and you're just pushing me away. It’s not my fault I fucking worry about you.”

“Yeah, you’re asking me what happened ‘cause you think I was off with someone else, don’t you?” Steve points at you, blinking plainly.

You can feel yourself freeze for a moment, confusion making way for fear and embarrassment, “What? N-No… I didn’t- I wasn’t thinking that, Steve.”

“No?” He tilts his head, raising his eyebrows, “You thought about it last year. Remember?”

“Yeah, I-”

“When you asked about me and Nancy,” he doesn’t listen, just continues on his path, “because you don’t trust me. Maybe that's what this is really about. Nobody - not even you - fucking trusting me.”

“Steve,” your whisper comes out broken and embarrassed, “that was a year ago,” you remind him quietly.

“So?”

“I-I- we weren’t together for long,” you admit to him, “I was- I wasn’t… I was just scared back then.”

“Back then?” He repeats scornfully, “Don't act like you don’t still doubt me.”

“I don’t doubt you,” you answer honestly and sternly.

“Yeah, you do. I can tell,” he bites his lower lip, “You think I’m… Even you think I’m like my dad.”

“No, I- wh- Steve,” you shake your head, frowning, as you try to understand what the fuck you’re arguing about, “What’s the problem here? You think I don’t trust you?”

“I know you don’t,” Steve admits, his brown eyes flicking between yours, “I’m late one day and you’re asking me so many questions - saying I’m an asshole, that I’m in a shitty mood. Whatever - so I’ll go home then. I don’t really care.”

“You don’t care?” You almost let out a laugh, “You’re arguing over nothing, you’re- you’re putting words into my mouth. Steve, you’re not listening-”

“Give me my keys,” he holds his hand out.

“No,” you glare at him, “you’re being a child.”

“Y/N,” he reaches for your hand, “I’m not kidding. I don’t want to be here.”

“Don’t care - what the fuck happened?” You press further, your heart beating loudly. Why did Steve bring up Nancy? You hadn’t worried since last year - now you’re not so sure. Was it something he thought about a lot; how you thought he still loved her? “What’s going on?”

“What’s going on,” he repeats, staring up at the dark sky, “right now?”

“Right now.”

He meets your eyes, “Right now, I’m stuck in this fucking street talking to someone I don’t want anything to do with. I hate my home but I’d rather be there than here with you. That’s what’s wrong right now.”

Your hand goes limp, eyes widening at his words. He sounds so serious and so angry too. You’ve never seen him so mad at you before.

“You don’t want anything to do with me anymore,” you mumble, pushing away the tears lining your eyes.

“Give me the keys,” he repeats himself, his chest aching with every second he stands in front of you. Steve grinds his teeth together, his body alight with furious energy, as if he needs to start running. “Y/N, give me the keys.”

You look up at him, his silhouette a picture of blurry lines. He holds his hand out and you throw the keys at his feet. Steve lets out a frustrated grunt, bending down to retrieve them. When he stands, your front door slams in his face. You’re on a warpath, hot tears burning your cheeks as you march to your bedroom. When you throw yourself onto your bed, gripping your pillow tightly, you can hear the screeching tires of Steve’s car as he speeds away from your house, running.

The next morning, you wake up with an insane headache; the kind of headache that comes from dehydrating cries. You’re exhausted and too drained to get a glass of water. It doesn’t matter much to you anyway. It’s 10:30 am, your mom has long left for work, and your bed has never felt more cold and comforting. When Steve throws a rock at your window, you squeeze your eyes shut and turn away from the sunlight. After a minute, you think he’s gone. As he should be. Who does he think he is showing his face to you after last night? But a loud knock upon the glass of your window makes you jump.

Frowning, you turn in your bed. Steve holds onto the edge of your windowsill easily, supported by the wooden framed beams outside. His nose is red and his expression is sad and sheepish. You meet his eyes for a moment before whipping back to face the opposite wall, blankets crowded around you.

“Please, open your window,” Steve’s voice is muffled through the glass, “I’m sorry I woke you.”

You don’t respond, you just wait for him to leave - or, alternatively, you wait and see what he does. Will he give up? Part of you hope he does.

Steve bites his bottom lip, eyes falling shut as he mentally berates himself. “I was an asshole last night, I know. I know I was. I’m- I- I’m sorry, okay! I’m sorry. I want to talk. Please, Y/N, baby, I just wanna talk.”

“Now you wanna talk?” You exclaim, turning your head to face the ceiling.

“Please.”

You let out a long breath, hearing the desperation in his hoarse throat. Ripping the blanket from your body, you rise from the bed and march over to your window. Unlatching the lock, you avoid Steve’s eyes and his thankful gaze as you return to your bed, leaving him to open the window on his own. He ducks his head under it, placing one foot on your carpet before he steps in.

Steve’s breath catches in his throat when he sees the box of tissues and the full bin next to your bed. He frowns, sitting beside you. The bed dips under his weight and you stare at the wall for a moment before asking, “What the hell was that?”

“I-I know. I’m- I’m an idiot,” He admits freely, running a hand through his long hair, “I don’t know what the fuck got ahold of me-”

“Why were you late?” You frown up at him, meeting his distant gaze. Steve watches your face, a mixture of fear and confusion. Your eyebrows are raised slightly, lips pouting, eyes waiting. “Was it… Steve, was- I feel like a fucking idiot asking you this; was it Nancy?”

His shoulders sink, along with his expression. His hand falls down to the bed and he shakes his head, “No. No, it-it wasn’t Nancy. It wasn’t anything like that.”

“When you said all that shit, about being with someone else, I-I just…” You frown at the floor sheepishly, unable to hide the hurt that crosses your expression, “I don’t doubt you, ever, Steve… but you brought it up.”

“No, I know,” he nods regretfully, “I know you don’t. I know that. I don’t know why I said that. It wasn’t anything like that. At all. ‘Cause I really, really love you - and I’d never-” he swallows the lump in his throat. “It was-" he lets out a sigh, shutting his eyes as he struggles to speak, “my dad, he’s just- he... He knows how to get inside my head. He’s an asshole. That’s all. He got in my head.”

“Why didn’t you just say that when I asked you what was wrong?” You wonder genuinely, a sad frown still on your face, “All I did was ask. I didn’t- I didn’t mean to be annoying, if I was then I’m really sorry; I was just-”

“No, no, please,” he inches closer to you on the bed, “you weren’t annoying. I just- I don’t know. I wanted to forget. You weren’t annoying, baby. You’re never annoying, especially not for caring.”

“I don’t know,” you note quietly, “you wanted nothing to do with me.”

Steve winces, eyes growing red as tears line his eyes, “I didn’t mean that. I didn’t mean it. I’m so sorry. I didn’t- I wanted to get away, so badly, I didn’t want to talk about it. Didn't want to think about it. It’s… hard for me, I think, to-to face things. I shouldn’t have said it. I’m sorry and-and you have to believe me, I didn’t mean any of it.”

“Yeah. You still said it,” you give him a small shrug, “and I never- I don’t worry about Nancy Wheeler. I’m not… scared anymore. I feel good about us- I felt good about us but I don’t… I don’t appreciate you bringing that up just to embarrass me, or hurt me, or whatever.”

Steve nods, understanding, but he looks down in distress either way. He’s really fucked this up, hasn’t he? “I’m so sorry.”

“Aren’t we at the point where you can talk to me about these things?” You ask honestly, “I thought we were.”

“I’m… I’m working on it. Last night,” he sucks in a breath, “Mom and Dad got into it bad. I, um… I defended my mom ‘cause he was- he was getting really mad about her accusing him of shit. And then he started on me, you know, said I- said some shit. Got into my head. He, uh,” Steve scowls, biting his bottom lip, “Just kept saying I was exactly like him. And I’m gonna end up like him. Angry a-and bitter. And with a useless kid. Wanted to leave but he was still mad at mom. I had to stay.”

“I’m sorry that happened,” when you press a hand onto his cheek, Steve squeezes his eyes shut and a tear rolls down his cheek, “I would’ve understood if you just told me. I could’ve been there for you. I’m always there for you.”

His lips pout and tremble slightly. He presses a hand against his mouth, his chest shaking with a single sob before he sucks in a breath and looks away.

“I think I just believed him,” he stares at the window, “when I was mad last night it was… it was like I was him. I sounded just like him and it-it scared me. Then I thought about when you asked me if I was seeing Nancy. And I just- I used it against you just to fight and that wasn’t right. And I’m really sorry. I just kept thinking ‘God, I sound like him. I’m acting just like him.’ But I was, just, an asshole. You didn’t deserve it.”

“You’re not like him,” you stare into his red eyes, “I knew something was wrong, I could tell. Because you’re not like that, ever, you never act how you did last night.”

“But I can,” he admits, his eyes searching yours, “I have it in me. And everyone still thinks I'm a douchebag. Doesn’t that bother you?”

“No,” you shake your head.

“I don’t really get mad, not actually mad. But when I do…” he shakes his head, “It’s like a bomb - like him. And I don’t blame you for not wanting to be there when it goes off.”

“Steve, I know who you are,” you press your hand on top of his, causing him to look up at you through his tears, “and I love you, every part. The part that gets mad, the part that shouts or cries. I just love you. And I wanna know how to help. 'Cause when you feel like you're upset or angry, I... I want to know how to be there for you but I can’t do that if you push me away.”

“I’m sorry. I don’t want to push you away,” Steve shakes his head, holding your hand tighter, “I’m… I don’t want to ever be like him. I’m sorry. I am working on it.”

“I know. I know you are,” you give him a small smile, inching toward him on the bed, “but you don’t have to do it alone.”

Steve’s eyes well you with tears and he looks down, giving you a silent nod. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you press your body against his in a hug. Steve squeezes his eyes shut, trying to hold back the sobs that threaten to shake his body. “‘M-sorry,” he mumbles against your shoulder, “fuck, baby, I’m too goddamn old to be crying about this.”

“No, it’s okay,” you pull away gently, cupping his wet cheeks, “he’s your dad and it must’ve been scary. I’m sorry, baby.”

“Stop being good to me,” Steve chuckles quietly, giving you a sad smile, “I don’t deserve it - I have a lot to make up for.”

“Well,” you suck in a breath, sitting back down on your bed, “unless you decide you still want nothing to do with me, we have a lot of time for that.”

Steve huffs out a laugh, not really appreciating your joke but finding the humour in it anyway, “Just slap me across the face if I’m ever like that again, yeah? Or just - I don't know - kick me in the balls.”

You let out a laugh, “I’m not gonna do that. Just… just talk to me next time. I love you and I just want you to be alright.”

“Yeah, I love you too,” he responds quickly, moving in for another hug, “more than anything, ever, always. And there’s no one else I’d rather spend literally every second with.” Steve presses a kiss on the top of your head, his arms encasing you with warm comfort.

“Yeah, me too,” you mumble against his chest, your hands rubbing his broad back, “it’s gonna be alright, Steve.”

“Yeah?” He looks up at the ceiling, his thoughts still berating him.

“Yeah,” you answer, “we’re gonna be alright too.”

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stargazer-sims · 2 months

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The Art of Redemption

(part 12)

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"Good news, children!" Stan bursts through the doorway of the guest room without so much as a knock. He doesn't seem the least bit shocked or bothered by the fact that Beth-Anne is curled up next to Nikolai in the big bed. "You're gonna love this!"

Beth-Anne drags her eyelids open a little further. She’s tired, and it’s an effort. "Jesus, Stan! Ever heard of privacy?"

Stan quirks an eyebrow. "What? I'm not interrupting something, am I? I didn't think you swung that way."

"The fuck...?" She seizes the nearest soft object she can reach, which happens to be Nikolai's grey teddy bear, and flings it at him. "Fuck off!"

Stan catches the bear neatly. He's laughing. "And all this time, I thought you were a morning person. You too, little Kolya."

Beside her, Nikolai groans sleepily. "This is a bad dream, right?"

"Do you often dream about being in bed with your coach?" Stan asks, his tone filled with mock-innocence.

"Oh my God. Please stop." Nikolai grabs the edge of the quilt and pulls it up so that only the top of his messy brown hair is visible. "I'm not in bed with her."

"That’s not what it looks like, but okay," Stan says.

"You know what I mean!"

"I call it as I see it," Stan says, "Anyway, it's fine. Whatever the two of you get up to behind closed doors is none of my business. You're both adults."

"Stan, enough." Beth-Anne tries to put as much steel into her tone as possible. She knows he's only teasing and she's sure Nikolai knows it too, but just because she enjoys Stan's sometimes inappropriate sense of humour, that doesn't mean everyone's going to appreciate it. It's fairly obvious Nikolai is uncomfortable, and Beth-Anne isn't keen to let that continue. "What do you want?

"I just wanted to tell you the good news," Stan says cheerfully. "We had a shit ton of snow overnight. Everything's closed. Schools, shopping malls..." He gives her a conspiratorial wink, as if the closures were organized specifically for their benefit. "Municipal sport and recreation facilities."

Nikolai peeks out from under the blanket. "You mean, the rink is closed?"

"All the municipal facilities," Stan says. "Rinks, pools, libraries, the recycling depot. Probably even City Hall. We're having a genuine, certified snow day, and personally, I don't intend to waste it lying around."

"We weren't lying around. We were literally sleeping," Beth-Anne points out.

"Details," Stan says. "Now, let's go. Haul ass, kids. Milena's making breakfast, and then we need to clear the driveway. Betka's work isn't closed, and the whole fucking world would have to end before they gave her husband a day off, so she's bringing the boys over to spend the day. It's gonna be great."

"Can we at least take showers and put on some clean clothes first?"

Stan grins at her. "Sure, if you want cold breakfast. Come on. Eat now, shower later."

And so, unable to argue with the force of nature that is Stanislav Kovac, they do.

She and Nikolai climb out of bed and trail Stan to the kitchen where Milena is in the process of making what might be banana pancakes. The warm, inviting scents of coffee and savoury sausage fill the room, and there's already a pitcher of orange juice, a carton of milk and an array of condiments on the table.

Beth-Anne has lost count of how many times she's sat in the Kovacs' kitchen and shared a meal with them. After her accident, she'd lived with them for several months while she recovered her ability to walk and her courage to face the world beyond the safety of their four walls. They helped her stay sober and sane, and their steady presence healed her in ways she's sure none of them have words to explain.

Milena and Stan and their daughter Alzbeta — known affectionately as Betka — taught her what it was like to be part of a healthy and loving family, and from them she learned that relying on others isn't a sign of weakness, that there's far more strength in the care and support of others than anyone could ever find alone.

She feels at home in the Kovacs' house and comfortable with their quirks as well as their routines. It's not strange for her to observe Milena at the stove, dressed in old gym shorts and one of Stan's shirts, preparing what she and Stan both insist is the most important meal of the day, neither is it odd for her to see Stan dancing gracefully around the kitchen in his ridiculous plush moose slippers that would be a serious tripping hazard for someone less agile and less aware of the capabilities of his body.

The vintage radio is tuned to a classical music station, and one of Stan's favourite pieces of music has just come on. Beth-Anne recognizes it. It's Les Patineurs Op. 183, by the nineteenth-century composer Émile Waldteufel, and she'd once skated to it in a competition. She suspects Stan may have skated to it at some point too. His dance looks choreographed, the movements long-remembered and clearly beloved.

Milena says something to him in their native Czech, and he replies in English, "Yes, I remember." He spins fluidly across the floor until he's next to her, and then he kisses her on the cheek. "I remember we both got something gold that night."

Beth-Anne smiles. She knows exactly what he's referring to.

Stan delights in telling the story of how he proposed to Milena. He'd been planning it for weeks and had even bought a ring, but hadn't actually presented it to her when he asked her to marry him. Instead, he'd given her his newly-won gold medal from Skate Canada. Apparently, he'd been too excited and full of adrenaline to wait for their next proper date and he'd proposed right there at the competition venue.

The first time Beth-Anne heard that story, she hadn't been the least bit surprised. It was perfectly in-character for Stan. What was also characteristically Stan was how he'd later taken that very same medal to a goldsmith, where it'd been melted down and refashioned into Stan and Milena's wedding bands.

"So we can always wear our greatest victory for the world to see," he'd said.

Beth-Anne loves that Stan considers his marriage to Milena his greatest victory.

We should all be so fortunate, she thinks.

She asks Milena if there's anything she can do to help with breakfast, although she already knows what the answer will be.

"No, it's under control," Milena assures her. "Grab a coffee and have a seat. This'll all be ready in a few minutes."

She fixes coffee for herself and Nikolai, and then joins him at the table. True to her word, Milena carries a huge platter of pancakes and sausage to the table a few minutes later. Stan finally decides to sit down as well, and they all enjoy some carefree chatter and the delicious food that's as filling to Beth-Anne's spirit as it is to her stomach.

After breakfast, she and Stan dress up to go outside and clear the driveway. Nikolai offers to help, but both she and Stan veto the idea immediately. He may be walking more confidently now, but there's no way they're going to let him shovel snow.

Milena says he can stay inside with her and help tidy up the kitchen. Beth-Anne is grateful to Milena for offering him a way to feel useful, and evidently Nikolai is too, because he happily acquiesces.

With Nikolai left in Milena's capable hands, Beth-Anne follows Stan out through the garage. They collect two wide snow shovels and then make their way outdoors. Stan wasn't wrong about how much it had snowed in the night. Yesterday, she'd guessed it might snow, but she had no idea they'd be up past their knees in it. It's still snowing lightly, with no signs of stopping soon, but if they don't start cleaning up now, it'll be that much more difficult when the storm finally does dwindle to its inevitable end.

For the first little while, they don't say much, other than to comment about how cold it is or how astonished they are by the unexpectedly heavy snowfall. By the time they've removed all the snow from the doorstep and walkway and the front of the garage, however, Stan seems more inclined to converse. They're clearing around his car when he says, "So, last night...?"

"What about last night?" she queries. "If this is gonna be about me and Nikolai sleeping in the same bed..."

"No, it's not," Stan says. "I know nothing happened. Well, nothing like that at least, but even if you did get up to something frisky, it's like I already said. You're adults. You do what you want. What I'm talking about was you screaming bloody murder in the middle of the night."

"Oh, God." Beth-Anne moans. "I'm so sorry. It's bad enough that I woke Nikolai. I didn't know I woke you and Milena too."

"You didn't wake Milena. That woman could sleep through World War Three. But, it took all my willpower not to run downstairs and check on you."

"And you didn't come down because...?"

"Because I remembered Nikolai was in there with you. Or you were in there with him, I suppose, since you didn't come up to the room we offered you."

"Yeah, well it was a little, uh... noisy up there for my tastes."

Stan snorts in his effort not to laugh. "Right. Apologies for that, but when your wife's rocking the boy-cut underwear and looking hot as fuck, sometimes you just gotta do something, you know?"

"I love that you still think she's hot."

"And why wouldn't i? Sure, she looks different than she did when we were eighteen, but so what? She's my benchmark for beauty. Everybody else has to measure up to her."

"You're amazing, you know."

"I know," Stan says, but then he turns serious again. "Anyway, I just wanted to make sure you're okay after the talk we had yesterday, and then whatever happened last night."

"Yeah, I'm surprisingly okay," she says. "I'm not cured, obviously, but I do feel better today. It was a pretty bad nightmare, but Nikolai looked after me. We talked afterwards, and he gave me some stuff to think about, whether he realizes it or not."

"What stuff?"

"For one thing, he seems to think I'm not going to end up being a danger to anybody. Maybe he's an optimist, but he thinks the kids are safe."

"Of course they are," Stan says. "Don't I keep telling you that? We didn't have you in anger management therapy back in the day for no reason, did we?"

"No. There was a reason. It was to keep me safe. And other people safe from me."

"Yeah, but it was also for your future, and you see how well it's worked out. You're like a second mom to some of those kids of yours.

"Nikolai said something like that too."

"So Nikolai tells you one time, and you believe him?"

"No, it's not that," she says. "It's not like I believe Nikolai and I don't believe you. It just seems easier to believe when I'm hearing it from more than one person, if that makes sense."

"It does," says Stan. "Not that I'm telling you to take a poll or anything, but if you did, I'll bet you'd hear the same thing from all your students' parents. I mean, the fact that they trust you with their kids should tell you as much."

She smiles wryly. "I just wish I could trust myself."

"That takes time, but you know what I think might help?"

"What?"

"Remember how you used to be," he says. "Look at how far you've come since I first met you, how much fuckin' awesome progress you've made as a human being, not just as an athlete and a coach. Not only should you trust yourself to do the right things, but you should be damn proud of yourself for getting it mostly right so far."

"Mostly right."

"Nobody's perfect."

"True," she agrees. She moves a few more shovelfuls of snow before she continues. "There was something else."

"Something else Nikolai said to you, you mean?"

"Yeah."

"And...?"

"I told him about Abby, and I told him how I got the scars."

Stan makes a sombre hum of affirmation. "That took courage."

"It felt like the right thing to do."

"How'd he take it?"

"I'd say he was shocked, but not totally surprised, and he said he didn't think any of it was my fault. And do you know what he asked me?"

Stan plants his shovel in the snow. He rests his gloved hands on top of the handle and leans forward a little, meeting her eyes. "I get the sense it's something you didn't see coming."

"You're right," she confirms. She pokes the snow a bit with the blade of her own shovel before sticking it into the nearest drift and copying Stan's posture. "He asked me if I've tried looking for Abby recently."

"Have you?" Stan asks.

Beth-Anne shakes her head. "No, but the more I think about it, the more I think maybe I should."

"Are you prepared for something like that? Like, emotionally and psychologically prepared?"

"No, but if I wait for a moment when I fell like I'm totally ready, maybe I'll never do it, and maybe this is something I need to do now, you know? Maybe it's the next step I need to take to move on."

"What if you find out something you'd rather not know?"

"Like what? The worst thing I could learn is something I already accept might be a possibility, that my sister died in the eighties. But, Stan..." She gazes at him intently, willing him to comprehend her sudden earnestness. "Stan, what if she didn't? What if she escaped that hell, and what if some foster family loved her and raised her like their own? I could still have a sister out there somewhere."

"This may not have a happy ending," he says.

"I know, but even if she doesn't remember me or doesn't want to meet me, or even if she really did pass away years ago, I think I'd feel better knowing the truth about what happened."

Stan presses his lips together as if he's deep in thought, attempting to come up with an adequate response. "I don't want you to think I'm discouraging you from doing this," he says at length. "You should, if you think it's what you need to do. I just don't want you to be hurt."

"I know," she smiles at him. "You always want to protect me, and it's one of the reasons I love you, but remember what you're always saying. We don't achieve anything if we're not willing to take risks."

"That sounds like the kind of motivational shit I'd say at the rink."

"It applies just as well to life off the ice."

He frowns, but she understands it's not because he's upset. It's because he's worried but also has to concede her point. "Knowing the truth likely would give you some closure," he says. "Maybe it would help you move on.

"Nikolai suggested Milena might be able to help," she tells him. "He said she might know how to get access to family court records and old documents from Social Services and stuff like that."

"Milena's not that kind of lawyer," Stan says. "But I'll bet there's somebody at her firm who is. I can ask her, if you want."

"No," Beth-Anne says. "I have to be sure I'm really doing this. I need to think about it a little more. When I'm sure I’m going ahead with it, I'll ask her myself."

Stan nods. "Okay. If you need to talk about it any more in the meantime, I'm here."

"Thanks," she says. "I'm grateful I can always count on you."

He smiles. "Hey, what's family for? No matter what happens, we've always got your back."

#writing #the art of redemption #theartofredemption #beth-anne jones #stan kovac #nikolai pavlenko #stargazersims

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sammyboyimagines · 2 years

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keeping secrets

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Henderson!Reader

Summary: Eddie's campaign ran a little longer than intended, and an unexpected visitor distracts him. Dustin may be overbearing and even overprotective, but Eddie's good at keeping secrets...Words: 1.6k

Warnings: none! sibling fluff, Eddie is a simp, fluff, some language

This fic is intended for a fem reader, but I can post a different version with different pronouns if needed! All fics are size and race-neutral!

//this one is a little short, unfortunately. I could make a second part if anyone wants it!

"Fuck, I gotta go. I'll talk to you later, Robin. I swear I'll make it up to you! Tell me about this girl next time. I wanna hear everything! Bye!"

You practically slammed the phone back onto the switch and looked at the clock, 10:26 pm. Dustin's campaign is probably over by now. You were supposed to pick up your brother, Dustin, at 10pm sharp. "Shit, mom's gonna kill me!" You scrambled around your room, fixing your hair into a comfortable style. You raided your closet and changed your clothes to look a little more presentable than you were not even five minutes ago.

Your mother was on a business trip, leaving you to take care of the brat. He was a handful, and so were his friends. Dustin would always rant to you about a guy named Eddie and how great he was. You didn't buy it...

"Why couldn't you have had someone else to drive you home, Dustin.." You were talking to yourself as if Dustin was really there. You grabbed your keys and rushed out to the car, ignoring the concerned glance from your mother's cat as you walked out the door. "Bye, Mews" you mumbled.

You started the car a soon pulled out of your driveway and into the night. As your hands tightly gripped the steering wheel, you were surprised to see how empty the streets were. "Fuuuck I'm so late." an anxious feeling in your stomach washed over you. Part of you felt guilty, but you knew that Dustin would forgive you. It's in his nature.

When you pulled up to the school, Dustin was nowhere to be seen. However, you saw the dim lights of the Hellfire Club's room from outside. "He better be done. It's been like 5 hours!" you said to yourself as you walked through the door near the club room. You graduated last year, and that door was never locked. You had used it many times to skip school and hang out with Steve and Robin.

You walked inside, feeling yourself warm up from the cold November air outside. "Jesus, nothing's changed," as you looked at the aging posters that had been there for years, you felt a sense of nostalgia. You never thought you'd be back here, let alone picking up your brother from his stupid club. You didn't really think it was stupid. But if you had to choose between a very interesting call with Robin versus visiting the Hellfire Club, you'd choose the call.

You heard shouting and many voices yelling "Mike!" or "Dustin!" making you roll your eyes. "Jesus, they're still playing?" you said to yourself quietly as you followed the echoed shouting from the hall to the club room. The entrance was decorated with all kinds of stuff that looked like something out of a cult. "Wow, very festive.." you muttered to yourself.

You didn't notice the eyes watching you from inside the room. "Do you need something?" a voice from inside asked. The man had long hair and was adorned in the Hellfire t-shirt that you had seen Dustin wear dozens of times and large rings. You'd be lying if you said you weren't a little intimidated. "Uh yeah, I'm-" you were cut off by Dustin. "We're almost done, Y/n! Just like five more minutes please?" you nod and roll your eyes. You were about to walk back to your car when you heard, "Wait!"

You turned around to see the long-haired man walking toward you. "So you're the famous Y/n Henderson. It's a pleasure to meet you." He held his hand out to shake yours. His rings caught your eye as you took his hand. "I am. And you are?" You tilt your head waiting for a response, to which there was none. Eddie stopped listening when you shook his hand. He had heard Dustin talk about his sister before. He only knew you by name. He looked at your confused face and realized his mistake. "Huh? Oh, I'm Eddie." You heard whispered talking from behind Eddie.

"I think you have some people waiting for you, Eddie." You couldn't help but laugh as his face went a little pink in embarrassment. The other Hellfire members were surprised to say the least. They had never seen their leader so flustered and at a loss for words. "Why don't we talk after your session?" you offered, making him smile. "Yeah, I'm sure Dustin could wait in the car, can't you, Dustin?" He narrowed his eyes at Dustin, who was rolling his eyes.

"No, I'm not gonna wait in the car while you suck each other's faces!" this made you and Eddie laugh. "I'll wait outside. I wouldn't want disturb the campaign.." you smirk at him and watch him walk back. You smiled to yourself as you heard protests when Eddie told them that the todays session would end soon.

As you waited outside the room, you rolled your eyes at the things said about you. "Wow, Dustin, you never told us you had a hot sister.." You could practically see the image of the disgusted look on Dustin's face in your mind as you held in your laughter. "Answer this honestly, Henderson. Is your sister dating anyone at the moment?" Gareth asked, making Dustin throw dice at him.

"Alright, it's over for tonight! No throwing things! We'll finish this tomorrow. Henderson, ask your sister if she'd like to join us and watch tomorrow." Eddie started packing up the figurines, dice, and anything else used for the game.

You sat on the hood of your car, waiting patiently for Dustin and Eddie. Dustin passed you and sat in the passenger seat, not saying a word. "C'mon don't be like that, Dustin. It's just a friendly chat!" you can't help but laugh as he rolls the window down. "Stay the hell away from my sister, Eddie!" he points a finger in Eddie's face. Eddie smirked and ignored him.

"Sorry about him, he's protective all of the sudden." you laugh as Dustin flips you off from inside the car. "Don't worry about it. He has to be, I'm sure every guy in Hawkins is after you." He leans on the hood of the car with you. You just shake your head and scoff. "Believe me, nobody in Hawkins is looking my way. More reason to get out of here, you know?" Eddie stopped listening after the first sentence yet again. He was shocked. How could nobody have snatched you up yet?

"You're joking." Eddie sent you a look of utter confusion. It made you laugh. God he loved your laugh. He watched you sigh, and he couldn't help but feel angry at Dustin for never introducing him sooner. "Nope, but I don't feel bad about it. I'll find someone once I leave Hawkins." Eddie couldn't help but admire your positivity. He was a little disappointed that you weren't looking for someone in Hawkins.

"So, you've given up on every guy in Hawkins?" you smirked knowingly and shrugged. "I don't know, Eddie. Why?" you press him for answers, trying to make him squirm. He avoided your eyes and stared at the ground. "No reason, just wondering.." he trailed off.

You smile and jump off the hood, standing in the gravel in front of Eddie. "Well, if you were curious..." you start, watching his eyes light up in hope. It was the most adorable thing you've ever seen. "I'd gladly go on a date with you, Eddie."

Eddie tried to keep his composure. He was usually very outgoing and extremely flamboyant. But in this moment, he felt very anxious. He'd never truly felt this nervous around anyone, let alone a girl he'd just met. But he knew one thing; If Dustin was fun, his sister was even better.

"I was going to ask you, but it didn't feel like the right time." He felt embarrassed, but when he looked at you and found your understanding gaze, he relaxed. He didn't want to make you uncomfortable the first time he met you. It happened too often for Eddie. Whenever he met girls, he'd move too fast. But he liked you already for several reasons; you weren't judgemental, you took care of people around you, and you were absolutely gorgeous.

He didn't know where the fuck Dustin was hiding you but he was over the moon about you and he had only met you an hour ago. "Might not want to tell Dustin though, he'll freak." You glanced back at Dustin, who was talking to one of his friends through his walkie talkie. You made sure Dustin wasn't looking when you grabbed Eddie's hand. "Here's my number. We can talk when I get home. I'd love to know more about you."

Eddie watched you scribble your number onto his hand. He admired how focused you looked, trying to get your pen to put ink onto his hand and barely succeeding. "I'll see you tomorrow then?" Eddie stood up and put his hands in his jean pockets, the cold air making his fingers practically frozen. "Sure, I'll be there. Maybe I could actually watch the campaign this time." Your curiosity towards him and his hobby made Eddie's heart soar as he watched you pull out of the school parking lot.

Fuck he had it bad for you. He felt like a teenager all over again with how crazy he was about you. "So what did you two talk about?" Dustin tried to gauge whether you were now dating his best friend. "Nothing much, just talking about you being too nosy for your own good." You teased him, making him huff and look out the passenger window. Sure, he was annoyed, but deep down he knew Eddie would take care of you.

"And we talked about our date next week...." you said with a smirk.

"Son of a bitch!"

//thank you for reading! Again, part 2 could be a thing if anyone wants it!

#eddie stranger things #stranger things #netflix #steve harrington #robin buckley #x y/n #imagine #eddie munson fluff #long hair #reader insert #eddie munson

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takemebackto-eden · 7 months

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EM ‘Hey Stranger’ • Chapter Ten - Nothing's Gonna Hurt You Baby

Chapter summary: Nina is struggling mentally and Eddie ~lends a hand~

content warnings: mental health warning (depression, anxiety, insomnia), mentions of abusive household / abusive alcoholic parent, reader is bad at emotions, smut (mutual masturbation, handjob if you squint, fingering, f! receiving oral if you squint.

'Nothing's gonna hurt you baby,

As long as you're with me you'll be just fine'

Nothing's gonna hurt you baby - Cigarettes After Sex

Friday / end of lunchtime / Hawkins High School

Eddie and Nina are in the corridor towards the end of lunchtime.

Eddie: “So are we still on for Saturday?”

Nina: “We’re going to Steve’s, remember?” [Eddie groans] “We’ve got study group and babysitters club.”

Eddie: [dramatic, rolling his eyes] “Jesus, how much studying does one group need?”

Nina: [teasing] “Lots, if it’s going to get your dumb ass to graduate!” [Eddie gawks, pretending to be wounded, throwing himself on the linoleum floor of the corridor] “Eddie! Get up!”

Eddie: [rolling around, dramatic] “Can’t, you think I’m a dumbass, I’m wounded!”

Nina: “Eddie! Get up!” [students are looking at them, Nina sees them and gives them an awkward smile, turning her attention back to Eddie] “Eddie, people are looking, get up!”

Eddie: [lying on the floor still, mischievous] “Tell me I’m a genius and I’ll get up.”

Nina: “You should know I don’t respond to blackmail.” [Eddie thrashes harder, wailing] “For God’s sake boy!” [quietly, hissing] “You’re a genius, now get your genius ass up off the floor!”

Eddie: [jumping up with a cheeky grin] “See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Nina: [shaking her head, amused] “You’re a dick.”

Eddie: “What about tonight then?”

Nina: [smiling] “We can do something tonight.”

Eddie: [coy] “Cool. Meet me by the back door?”

Nancy: [walking over to join the two] “Nina, Principal Higgins wants to see you in his office.”

Nina: [frowning] “Why?”

Nancy: [shrugging] “I don’t know, he just asked me to get you when I went past his office.”

Eddie: [annoyed] “This has Carver written all over it.” [Nina looks at him, concerned] “I’ll speak to him, tell him it was me-”

Nina: “Hell no, I’m not letting you do that.”

Eddie: [unimpressed] “Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve been in the office for the same thing, doubt it’ll be the last.”

Nina: “Regardless, I’m not letting you get in trouble for me.” [She gives him a quick peck on the cheek to which he blushes red, caught off guard by the public display of affection. Nina walks off before Eddie can reply] “I’ll meet you by the gym door!”

Nina walks to Principal Higgins office, knocking on the door and entering when called in.

Principal Higgins: [warmly] “Sit down Miss Sloan.” [Nina awkwardly takes a seat in front of the principal’s desk] “I’m assuming you know what this is about.”

Nina: “If this is about Jason I-”

Principal Higgins: “Jason? No, this isn’t about Jason. Yet. Would you care to elaborate on that?”

Nina: [eyes wide] “It was nothing, it was a misunderstanding.”

Principal Higgins: [looking at Nina suspiciously] “If you say so. I’ve actually brought you in today to talk about your home life.”

Nina: [confused] “My home life?”

Principal Higgins: “We’ve had a few phone calls from your mother. She seems…” [uncomfortable] “Unwell.”

Nina: [deadpan] “You mean drunk.”

Principal Higgins: [awkward] “Yes. And we are aware through Chief Hopper that she has been in contact with the Hawkins Police too, and it has raised a few questions about your welfare.”

Nina: “Oh god, this is so embarrassing.” [can't look him in the eye] “I’m sorry you’ve got involved.”

Principal Higgins: [reassuringly] “It’s my job to be involved, and to make sure that you’re safe.”

Nina: [awkwardly] “I am safe.” [with pause] “Now. I’m safe now I’m living with Robin and Mrs Buckley. Things have been…” [uncomfortable, fiddling with her rings] “Difficult. But they’re picking up now.”

Principal Higgins: “Can you tell me more about that? And your life back in California?”

Nina: [laughing through her discomfort] “I thrive on dysfunction apparently.” [face dropping] “But I’m happy here. I feel more…” [struggling] “At peace. I want to let go of California and focus on building a life here.” [worried] “You’re not unhappy with my work here, are you?”

Principal Higgins: “Not at all! As far as school goes, you seem to have made yourself comfortable very quickly.” [smiling reassuringly] “Good grades and a good bunch of friends, you’ve adapted well.”

Nina: (confused) “Then pardon my abruptness, but what is the issue?”

Principal Higgins: [sighing, taking off his glasses] “Nina… We are concerned about your wellbeing.” [polishing his glasses] “We’re worried you’re bottling in your emotions and not dealing with the past. We’d like you to see our school guidance counsellor, Miss Kelly.”

Nina: [laughing, dismissive] “Oh I don’t think-”

Principal Higgins: “It’s not up for discussion, I’m afraid. A few teachers have noticed you seeming… absent in classes.”

Nina: [taken aback] “I… I can try harder, I just have trouble sleeping sometimes, it makes early classes hard, I can try-”

Principal Higgins: “This isn’t a ‘telling off’ Nina, it’s a check-in to make sure you’re okay.” [putting his glasses back on] “We’d like you to see Miss Kelly every Tuesday during your free period, maybe twice a week when exams begin.”

Nina: [protesting] “But-”

The school bell rings signalling the end of lunch.

Principal Higgins: “That’s all, Miss Sloan.” [Nina’s heart sinks, she swallows the lump in her throat, picks up her back and heads for the door] “Oh and Nina?” [Nina turns around to face him, blinking back her tears. Principal Higgins gives her a small smile] “Please try and keep your fists away from Mr Carver’s nose in the future.” [Nina smiles weakly and closes the door behind her]

For the rest of the day Nina desperately tries to concentrate on her lessons, but finds herself struggling to concentrate on her work. She doodles on the back page of her notebook, tears occasionally welling her eyes, before she sniffs and blinks them back. Her doodles turn to angry squiggles and she rips the page out of her book, crumpling it into a ball. She looks up and sees the teacher looking at her with concern. Nina smiles an awkward smile, mentally thanking the school bell for ringing, letting her escape for the weekend.

Eddie: “Hey sweetheart, how did it go?”

Nina: [blankly] “It was fine.” [distracted] “Just a slap on the wrist, nothing major.”

Eddie: [serious] “You should have let me go with you-”

Nina: [tight lipped] “It’s fine Eddie, it’s okay.” [Eddie looks at her frowning, she puts on a fake smile] “Just had to promise not to do it again.”

Eddie: [annoyed] “Jason is such an asshole.” [shaking his head, getting riled up] “Higgins too for that matter!”

Nina: [weakly] “Can we just drop it? It’s done now.”

Eddie: [taken aback] “Sure.” [they walk out of the door side by side, Eddie sensing Nina’s solemn mood] “Are you okay?”

Nina: [stubborn] “I’m fine.” [turning to Eddie, softening when she sees his concerned look] “I’ll be fine.” [she slips her hand into his as they walk]

Eddie’s heart skips a beat as they walk side by side to their cars, loving Nina holding his hand for the first time. He pulls back his hand, Nina giving him a confused look as he wipes his sweaty palm nervously on his jeans, before taking her hand in his again. She smiles warmly as he rubs his thumb over her hand.

Eddie: “Do you still want to do something tonight?” [Nina nods, smiling] “Are you sure? We don’t have to-”

Nina: “I’d like to.” [awkward] “I can’t promise I’ll be much company, but I’d like to be with you.” [Nina blushes as she realises what she has said] “I mean-”

Eddie: [smiling reassuringly] “I know what you mean.” [cheeky] “Race you back to mine?”

Nina: “Winner gets my pudding cup I didn’t have at lunch.”

Eddie: [racing to his car] “Oh, you’re on.”

Eddie’s Trailer / half an hour later

Eddie is sitting on the couch grinning as he eats his victory pudding cup, Nina rolling her eyes at him as he does.

Eddie: “So, what do you wanna do?”

Nina: [shrugging, in her own world, quiet] “I don’t mind, I’m easy.”

Eddie: [concerned] “Are you sure you’re okay?”

Nina: [dismissive] “Why would I not be okay?”

Eddie: [smiling at her] “You’re doing it again, love.” [Nina looks at him confused, then frowns as she catches on] “It’s okay, it’ll take time to get used to it.” [He turns to his side to face her] “But you should know that I’m asking because I genuinely care.”

Nina: [looking away from Eddie, tearing up, not wanting to show him] “I’m fine.”

Eddie: “Nina…” [holding her chin to make her look at him, eyes softening when he sees her glassy ones] “Talk to me.”

Nina: [tears welling, stubborn] “I’m fine!”

Eddie: [frowning] “You don’t have to lie.”

Nina: [arms raised, defensive] “I’m not lying, I’m fine!” [Eddie looks at her, hurt. She softens, crumbling] “Okay, maybe I’m not fine.” [she sighs, sitting down next to Eddie, brushing her stray tears angrily] “I don’t think I’m doing as well as I think I am.” [sniffling] “I’m not used to people asking if I’m okay.”

Eddie: [brushing her hair back] “Talk to me.”

Nina: “It’s just…” [struggling for words] “Principal Higgin’s is making me see Miss Kelly, the guidance counsellor.” [shrugging, nonchalant, tears still flowing] “‘Cause of the whole Jason thing. And the whole Mum thing.” [laughing through her tears] “I guess I have a lot of things.”

Eddie: [thoughtful] “Maybe going to Miss Kelly wouldn’t be a bad thing.” [Nina looks at him confused] “Might be good to have someone unbiased to talk to about these things.” [Nina’s eyebrows raise] “Because I’m sure my advice of ‘fuck them all’ isn’t the most helpful.” [Nina giggles] “Worth a shot, at least.”

Nina: [smiling] “Eddie Munson, you continue to surprise me.” [Eddie looks at her confused] “You might just be Eddie the Wise after all.”

Eddie: [mischievous] “And you’re Nina the Scruffy.” [Nina looks at him, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Eddie cheekily picks up some chocolate pudding on his finger and smears it on her nose] “Look at you, making a mess!” [Nina gawks, gobsmacked, eyes alight with amusement, rubbing at her face] “God, Nina, can’t even eat chocolate pudding without getting it everywhere!”

Nina: [laughing] “You little shit!” [Eddie is in hysterics laughing] “You’re such a douche!”

Eddie pulls her in close, rubbing the rest of the pudding off her face, licking it off his thumb. Nina stares at him as he does, watching him lovingly.

Eddie: [kissing the tip of her nose] “Missed a bit.”

Nina smiles in response, sighing peacefully.

She lies down on the couch next to Eddie, head on his lap.

Nina: “Would you play something on the guitar for me?”

Eddie: [smiling down at her, playing with her hair] “Sure. What song?”

Nina: “Surprise me.” [Eddie gets up and grabs his acoustic guitar, sitting beside Nina as she shuffles on the couch to watch him, content] “Eddie?”

Eddie: “Yes, sweetheart?”

Nina: [fondly] “Thank you.”

Saturday / Steve’s house / 3pm

Nina flops down beside Eddie on the couch, bored of revising, laying her head on his lap. She sits and watches him adoringly as he talks passionately about his D&D campaign to Dustin and Mike. Nina pokes his dimple with her finger, giggling to herself.

Eddie: [stroking her hair, amused] “You having fun down there?”

Nina: “You have dimples.”

Eddie: (teasing) “Observant as always.”

Nina: “They’re cute.”

Mike: “That’s my queue to leave.” [he walks off to find El, leaving Dustin on the couch by himself]

Dustin: “Mike! Don’t leave me with them!” [looking at Nina and Eddie] “I’m gonna grab… something.” [leaving the room to go outside]

Nina: “Now I’ve got you all to myself, yay.”

Eddie: (amused) “You good?”

Nina: “Yeah. Happy.”

Eddie: (smiling) “Good.”

Nina: “You make me feel good. You make me happy.”

Eddie: (beaming) “Good. You make me happy too.”

Nina makes grabby hands at Eddie’s face to which he rolls his eyes, checking around the room to see if anyone is looking, before pressing a soft kiss on her lips.

Nina: (whispered) “Thank you.”

Later that evening / Eddie’s trailer (smut ahead)

Eddie: [opening the door with one hand, backing Nina into the trailer with another, his lips on her neck] “Missed you.”

Nina: (giggling) “I’ve been with you all day.”

Eddie: [smiling into her neck between kisses] “Had to share you with Steve and Robin. Not the same. Can’t do this in front of them.”

Nina: [pushing Eddie back on to the couch with a soft ‘thump’, straddling his waist] “Touché.”

Eddie grabs her thighs and pulls her closer to him, their bodies flush to each other. He holds her by the neck, thumb stroking her jaw, watching her fondly, pulling her in for a kiss. They kiss slowly and heatedly.

Nina: “Pretty sure they’ve guessed about us by now anyways.”

Eddie: [pulling back] “What? how?”

Nina: (smug) “Well I think my neck was evidence enough, unless there’s vampires in Hawkins I don’t know about.”

Eddie: (flushing) “Sorry.”

Nina: (purring) “Don’t apologise, I like it. It’s hot.”

Eddie: [turned on, groping her ass] “Yeah?”

Nina: [mindlessly, head cloudy] “Mmhmm.”

Eddie: “I love having you like this. On top of me I mean.”

Nina: [kissing his neck, Eddie moaning] “Why’s that?”

Eddie: “Cause you’re all I can see. Vision full of Nina.” [brushing the hair off her shoulders] “So beautiful.” [Nina blushes] “Plus I have a great view of your tits from here.” [Nina swats at him as he laughs.]

Nina kisses Eddie softly at first, the kiss heating up quickly. Eddie can’t keep his hands off her: stroking, grabbing, kissing her all over.

Eddie: “I was thinking…”

Nina: [smiling, patient] “Yes, darling?”

Eddie: [cheeky] “I’ve heard orgasms are great for stress relief.” [shy] “I was wondering if you could teach me how to get you off…”

Nina: “Yeah? You want to?”

Eddie: (hopeful) “Can I?”

Nina: [wriggling in anticipation, stuttering] “Y- yes… Are you sure?”

Eddie: [lustful, head cloudy, fingers trembling with nerves] “Please.” [Eddie looks at Nina nervously, unsure where to place his hands]

Nina: “Eddie, come here.” [Nina stood up from her position straddling him, much to Eddie’s disappointment.] “How can I make this easier for you?”

Eddie: [standing up too, desperate but joking, pressing a kiss on her shoulder] “Well, I’m a visual learner.”

[Nina laughed a loud laugh and he smiled into her skin. Nina paused for a moment, thinking.]

Nina: [aroused but shy] “Well… feel free to say no, but we could… I don’t know… I could get off and you could get off, and we could watch each other? That way we can watch what the other likes and-“

Eddie: [interrupting, panting] “You want to masturbate in front of me?” [Eddie trembled with want] “Fuck yeah, I’m down.”

Nina: “You don’t think it’s weird or gross?”

Eddie: (confused) “Why would I think that?”

Nina: [shrugging] “Some people aren’t very liberal when it comes to self pleasure.” [smiling, heart racing] “Shall we go to the bedroom?” [Eddie nods enthusiastically, running to his bedroom, stripping of his belt and shoes as he does; making Nina laugh lightly]

Nina sits in front of Eddie on his bed. She clears her throat nervously, feeling shy under Eddie’s expectant gaze.

Eddie: [awkwardly] “So… how do you want to do this?”

Nina: [laughing awkwardly] “I’m not sure.” [looking at Eddie] “What do you think?”

Eddie: “You could, erm…” [scratching his neck awkwardly, coughing, shy] “Lie back on the bed and I could watch?”

Nina: “Sure…” [Nina leans back on the bed and beckons Eddie to join her]

After kissing softly for a few minutes the kiss becomes heated; hands groping at each other, tangling in each other's hair.

Nina pulls Eddie’s shirt off over his head, kissing and biting his neck. His eyes squeeze shut and brows furrow with restraint, chest falling and rising quickly with anticipation.

She pulls back to look deeply into his eyes as her hand slides down his torso and strokes him over the denim of his jeans. His lips part as his eyes flick between hers and watching her hand feel the outline of his hard cock.

Eddie bites back a moan as she teases along the hem of his jeans, slowly undoing the button and zipper. He kicks his jeans down and off onto the floor, panting as Nina continues to stroke him over his boxers.

Eddie: [breathless] “What are you doing?”

Nina: “Watching you like this gets me wet.” [Eddie whimpers; Nina pulls his hard cock out of his boxers, wrapping her hand around him.]

Eddie: [shyly] “Is… is he okay?”

Nina: (confused) “He?”

Eddie: (embarrassed) “My…. You know.”

Nina bites back a giggle, looking down at Eddie’s thick length in her hand.

Nina: [practically purring, kissing his neck] “He’s wonderful.”

Eddie’s arms ache while hovering over Nina, but he remains there, watching in a daze as she strokes him up and down. She rubs her thumb over his tip, softly paying attention to the pink end of his cock. He throws his head back as his thighs tense, overwhelmed by Nina’s touch. Nina lies underneath him, studying his reactions to her teasing touch: his parted red lips, flushed cheeks, wide glistening eyes and laboured breathing. Nina moved to take off her clothes.

Eddie: “Wait!” [Eddie shuffles to the foot of Nina’s bed, back against the bed frame, Nina looks at him, confused] “Do it slow for me.”

Nina sits upright in front of Eddie and slowly pulls her top off over her head. Eddie fights to stop himself from drooling at the sight of her full breasts in a black lace bra, unbuttoning her shorts to slide them down her legs.

She leans in to Eddie, both closing their eyes as they kiss softly again, and as she pulls back, Eddie finds her bra has been discarded somewhere on the floor. Eddie moans at the sight, reaching out to gently stroke her pierced nipple with his thumb, cupping her breast.

She lies back flat on the bed, legs spread apart for Eddie to see. He pulls her underwear down and off onto the floor.

Eddie: “Fuck. This is so hot. You’re so beautiful.” [Nina blushes]

Nina: “You ready, baby?”

Eddie watches intently, wrapping his hand around his length but not moving it.

Eddie: “Ready, princess.”

Nina goes to cross her legs but Eddie held them open with his free hand, taking the sight of her in. His mouth parted in awe, his fingers gently stroking her skin like he would the strings of his guitar.

He’d seen porn before, of course, but this felt different. Seeing Nina with her legs spread open and slick coating her felt more personal, more erotic. It awakened a desire in him that porn would never be able to compete with. His mouth watered at the sight of her.

Eddie: (muttering to himself) “Fucking gorgeous.”

He slid his hand over her large breast, giving a soft squeeze, feeling himself getting harder at the sight before him.

Nina puts on a show for Eddie, stroking her fingertips over her bare chest, along the curve of her stomach, over her hip bones, and down to her aching core.

Eddie watches with hooded eyes, squeezing softly at his reddening tip, trying to make himself last.

Nina sighs with pleasure as she slides two fingers through her wet folds, rubbing her fingers over her clit. Her eyes flutter closed, humming with content.

Eddie: [amazed, aroused] “Wow, you’re soaked baby.”

Nina: [smiling] “You turn me on, handsome.”

Eddie starts to slowly stroke himself up and down, one hand holding his balls, watching Nina’s every move. When Nina opens her eyes her jaw drops slightly with arousal, loving the sight of Eddie pleasuring himself in front of her, over her.

Nina: (shy) “So, erm,” The view of Eddie sat before her legs, eager to learn and please her, turned her on massively. “This, here, is the clit. You need to be gentle, cause otherwise it can hurt.” [She shifts in the bed, making herself more comfortable.]

“Some people like it sucked, some people like it slapped or flicked, but it’s always nice to rub it gently in circles. Soft licks with your tongue feels great too. Depending on how turned on I am, you can rub a little bit harder, but I can guide you. ”

Eddie’s eyes went wide, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat, squeezing the head of his cock before giving a few shallow tugs just on the end. He chewed on his lip, watching as Nina’s chest rise and fall as she squirmed from her own touch.

Nina: (sultry) “Tell me what you like, Eddie.”

Eddie: [quiet, engrossed in watching Nina] “Erm- I don’t really know what I like yet. I, erm, like my balls held, and erm- oh fuck, like the slit rubbed occasionally, like this.”

He swiped his thumb over the swollen pink head, collecting the precum that bubbled there, before stroking his whole length.

Nina watched intently, spurred on watching Eddie as he panted, tugging himself quicker now. Her mouth parted as she watched his head roll back, his hair sweeping across his shoulders, swallowing deeply.

Nina: (aroused) “So when it comes to fingering,” [Eddie’s eyes opened as he studied Nina’s movements] “I usually use a toy as it gets to the spot I need, my hands are too small. But I don’t think you’ll have that problem…”

Nina eye’s his long, thick fingers, craving them inside her.

Eddie: [heavy lidded, lips parted, horny, quickening his pace] “You have sex toys?”

Nina: (flirty, teasing) “Oh honey, you don’t know the half of it.”

Eddie heated up at the thought, need twisting in his stomach. He thought of Nina lying in her bed late at night, crying as she came, legs shaking, mewling his name.

Eddie: [aroused, voice thick with want] “Do you think of me when you get yourself off, beautiful?”

Nina: [breathless] “Yes, Eddie, I think of your hands - oh god your hands,” [she dipped her fingers inside herself] “Your mouth, your cock deep inside me- fuck!”

Eddie: “Jesus Christ.” [Eddie picks up the pace] “What else, tell me.”

Nina: [moving her fingers faster, moaning] “I think of you pinning me down and making me cum over and over and over.”

Eddie: [groaning, head back on the bed frame, flustered] “Fuck, Jesus, I want to so bad, you have no idea.”

Nina: [moaning louder now, back arching off the bed] “I think of you fucking me so loud and covering me in hickies so everyone knows I’m yours.” [legs beginning to shake] “Fuck, this is feels so good.”

Eddie pulls Nina down the bed by her thighs, draping her legs over his, so he has a better view of her. Nina whimpers as he uses one hand to play with her tits, the other quickly stroking over himself.

Eddie: [biting his lip, restrained] “I’m not gonna last much longer baby.”

Nina: [writhing in front of him] “I’m nearly there baby, wait for me.” [She goes between quick circles on her clit and dipping her fingers inside herself, her head pushing into the pillow behind her] “Oh, fuck!”

Eddie edges himself towards his climax, picking up the pace when Nina moans and her legs shake over him, slowing down to stop himself from coming too fast.

Nina: [panting, restless] “Oh god Eddie, I’m so close, I’m so close, fuck!”

Eddie picks up the pace, body tingling with want, desperate for release.

Eddie: “Say my name when you cum baby, please.” [grabbing his balls, mind racing, babbling] “Fuck this is so hot, you’re so hot, oh my god I’m so lucky- fuck!” [his thighs tremble] “Baby please, I’m so close, I want to cum so bad!”

Nina: [euphoric, glowing] “Fuck, Eddie! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Oh I’m coming baby, oh I’m coming! Eddie! Cum on me, honey.” [her legs clamp shut as her thighs tremble, her hips thrusting up and down, humping her fingers, moaning loudly] “Fuck! Oh my god!”

Eddie: “Shit, shit, shit! Oh god!” [looking at Nina who is lying writhing in bed, legs shaking, coming down from her orgasm; Eddie still chasing his own, desperate] “Can I cum on your tits? Please?”

Nina spreads her legs and pulls Eddie towards him; him kneeling between her parted thighs. She wraps her wet hand around his length, making Eddie’s eyes go wide, firmly stroking him towards his climax.

Nina: [pupils dilated, aroused] “Cum on my tits baby, cum all over me, they’re all yours.”

Eddie throws his head back with a loud moan, cum soaking Nina’s hand, her hip bones, stomach and tits. His thighs shake as he flops back on the bed, exhausted.

Eddie: [panting] “Shit, that was amazing.” [looking at Nina] “You’re amazing.” [Nina smirks as she picks up some of Eddie’s cum on her fingers and sucks them into her mouth, Eddie’s eyes widen with arousal] “You’re the devil woman.” [Nina giggles]

Nina: “Satisfied, Munson?”

Eddie: “You’ve blown my mind.” [grinning at her, looking at her cum soaked naked body] “Jesus, I don’t think I’ve ever cum so much in my life.” [lustfully, determined, eyes glossy] “Show me how to do it, I want to do it.”

Nina: [breathless] “You want to try?”

Eddie: [voice thick] “Please baby.” [looking deeply into her eyes] “You think you can cum again for me?”

Nina nodded feebly as Eddie moved once again between Nina’s legs. He wiped two fingers through her wet pussy like Nina did, before gently pushing his thumb inside her. She shivered at the feeling, as he pulled his thumb out and rubbed circles on her clit like she did before. Using his other hand he slowly pumped two fingers in and out of her, waiting for further instruction. Nina lies panting on the bed, watching Eddie who looks irresistible with glowing skin and wild hair.

Nina: [desperate] “Fuck, Eddie, that feels good. Curl your fingers inwards just a little bit.”

Eddie: [eyes glued on Nina] “Like this?”

He knew he found the right spot when she raised her hips from the bed, releasing a loud moan.

Nina: “Yeah, just like that honey!”

Eddie pumped his fingers in and out of her slowly, wanting to take his time. He inserted his fingers once again, using his other hand to rub on her clit. He relished in the way she squirmed before him, her chest heaving, as she played with her tits, loving how she responded to his touch whilst being covered in his cum.

Eddie: “God you’re so beautiful, I’ve dreamed of seeing you like this- so perfect for me. You’re so wet. Dying to taste you.”

Eddie confidently dipped down and licked a bold stripe up her core, tongue flicking over her clit. Nina whined, hands threading through his hair and knees buckling, as he picked up the pace with his fingers.

Eddie: [determined, eyes glossy] “This okay?”

Nina: (loud, unashamed) “God Eddie, yes like that!”

Eddie groaned against her as she tugged his hair harshly, he pinned her down and licked determinedly over her clit, rubbing that sweet spot inside her that had tears forming in her eyes.

Nina: [voice and legs shaking] “Eddie, Eddie baby, I’m so close, oh my god! Oh please! Oh fuck! Oh, I’m coming!”

Nina threw her head back in pleasure, her mouth forming an ‘O’ as she orgasmed, her legs shaking violently as she chanted a chorus of “yes”, “fuck”, and Eddie’s name. She clawed at his shoulders and tugged at his hair making him groan.

They flopped beside each other on the bed, panting hard.

Nina: (hazy, laughing lightly) “You’re a fast learner.”

Eddie: [smirking] “I had a great teacher.”

[Nina laughed in response, Eddie resting his head on hers, smiling wildly.]

Eddie gets up to grab a towel to clean them both off then returns to her side, cuddling into her chest.

Eddie: “You feel less stressed now?”

Nina: (smiling) “Oh, definitely. I suppose we should revise for exams and shit now since we gave up early this afternoon. Exams start in a month.”

Eddie: (whining) “Awh what!” (Dramatically) “You can’t make me cum like that and then expect me to do work!”

Nina: (laughing) “Positive reinforcement baby.” (Winking) “You’d know if you studied psychology.”

Eddie whines when Nina tries to move Eddie off her, mumbling “five more minutes” into her skin. She smiles and cuddles back into him, kissing each other softly in their embrace.

They spent the rest of the evening revising for their exams, Eddie taking glances at Nina every so often as she wrote her study notes, smiling to himself. He felt so lucky at that moment.

As it gets dark, Eddie sadly drives Nina home, not wanting to be apart. She waved goodbye from the door, and Eddie drove back to his trailer.

He sits on the couch where they had been just hours before, missing Nina already. He wanders into his room, smelling the scent of Nina's perfume on his pillow, smiling to himself before going to sleep.

Nina lies down in bed and relaxes, feeling calmed for the first time in weeks. She looks down at her hand where Eddie doodled on her skin as he got bored of revising; smiling to herself as she tries to fall asleep.

Sunday / 2:00AM / Eddie’s trailer

Eddie is lying in his bed, strumming his guitar absentmindedly, his room aglow with the light from his alarm clock.

He hears a gentle tapping on his window. He freezes in fear, uncertain of what the noise is.

He gazes at his window and sees what looks to be a small rock being thrown at his window. Carefully, he climbs out of his bed and hides to the side of his window. Another rock is thrown.

Eddie: [uncertainly] “Is someone there?”

Nina: [whispered] “It’s me!”

Eddie: [to himself] “Nina?” [he opens his window, looking out confused to find Nina standing outside in her pyjamas] “What are you doing here?”

Nina: [embarrassed] “I couldn’t sleep. I didn’t want to ring in case you were asleep and didn’t want to knock on the door in case Wayne was asleep.”

Eddie: [amused] “So you thought you’d knock on my window and scare the shit out of me?”

Nina: [bashful] “I didn’t know what to do.” [embarrassed] “This was stupid, I should go.”

Eddie: [loudly] “Wait!” [Nina shushes him, Eddie cringes and smiles] “Come inside, it’s okay.” [Nina smiles and stands on the pile of wood outside Eddie’s window, waiting for him to let her through. Eddie looks at her amused as she holds onto the window frame] “You can use the front door, you know?”

Nina: [smiling] “Where’s the fun in that?” [She hops through the window, her legs getting stuck as she does, causing her to tumble through the window landing with a ‘thump’ on the floor] “Oops!”

Eddie: [watching her adoringly as she lies on the floor, hair splattered and shirt ridden up to show her stomach] “Hey there angel.” [he extends his hand out which she takes, he pulls her up] “Everything okay sweetheart?”

Nina: [shyly] “Yeah, I’m okay.” [tugging her shirt down] “I just can’t sleep. I was just wondering if you couldn’t too.”

Eddie: “Lucky for you, I can’t.” [smiling widely] “Come here.” [Nina climbs into bed by Eddie’s side, cuddled into his chest] “What’s on your mind?”

Nina: “Nothing in particular, I just can’t turn my mind off.” [looking up at him lovingly] “What about you?”

Eddie: [sighing] “Same.” [stroking her back under her shirt] “I’m glad you came to me.”

Nina: “Me too.”

Eddie: “I hope you can trust me with this kind of stuff more.” [kissing her forehead] “I’ll be here whenever you need me.”

Nina: [whispered] “Thank you baby.” [nuzzling into his shirt] “You smell good.”

Eddie: [laughing] “Thank you.”

Nina: [quietly] “I like sleeping next to you.”

Eddie: [smiling against Nina’s forehead] “I like sleeping next to you too.” [kissing her forehead again, hearing Nina’s breath slow and her relaxing in his arms] “I really do.”

➡️Chapter Eleven - Go Your Own Way

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