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was ObsessedMunson and Delusioanal (kinda hated them both but loved them so combined the two and now Iâm ovsessedelusional) bc Iâm obsessive and delusional â»ïž
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summary ⏠Since birth your entire life revolved around one person, your best friendâEddie Munson. The two of you always close but never crossing any boundaries that would allow you to be anything more than friends. It wasnât until college that you were able to experience a life without him. Making other friends and dating, without his presence. Lead you feeling like things would be different when you returned to Hawkins. What happens when you do return, the both of you being a little drunk and in your feelings?
a/n: wrote this forever ago but never uploaded cuz I thought it was a lil cheesy but missing my mans Eddie so took the time to re read it and change some bits, hope you enjoy xx
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You stand outside, trying to summon the courage to step into the party being thrown in your honor. The trailer, once a place that brought you so much peace, now feels like a source of overwhelming anxiety. It belonged to Eddie, your best friend. The person who has been by your side since diapers. The two of you had been inseparable growing up, all the way through high school. But that was a year ago. So much had changed during your first year of college. Youâd seen him a handful of times since then, but it was nothing like the bond you used to share.
With your first year of college coming to an end, youâve returned to your hometown. As soon as Eddie heard you were coming back, he insisted on throwing a party, just like old times. Unable to tell that him no, you reluctantly agreed.
Standing in front of his trailer, you find yourself frozen, unable to cross the threshold. Itâs been months since you last saw him. It was some time during Christmas break. In a desperate attempt to muster some liquid courage, youâd taken a few large gulps of liquor before making the short walk here.
It wasnât helping.
The first 18 years of your life were spent with Eddie. Your fathers were best friends, which made you friends by situation. It didnât take much for it to become an all consuming friendship between. Only becoming closer when everything happened to his mother, then his father leaving him with his uncle when he was still in grade school. Becoming his only constant in his life. The two of you always so close but never crossing that boundary between friends and lovers. Even though you so desperately craved it.
Your high school years were spent pining after your best friend, watching him date girls that werenât you. College gave you the chance to step outside Eddieâs orbit. You found a world outside of Munson, making friends and even dating. Slowly, your world stopped revolving around him. You thought youâd return as a more confident version of yourself.
But now, standing here, terrified of seeing those big brown eyes, you realize just how fragile that progress was. One look, and you fear youâll revert to that awkward teenager with unrequited love for her lifelong friend. A part of you knows that shy girl is still there, lingering beneath the surface. No one has ever compared to Eddie Munson in your life.
Someone pushes past you, jolting you out of your thoughts. Following closely behind, you step into the trailer. The interior hasnât changed, itâs like stepping into the past. You force yourself to move, slipping through the sliding glass door into the backyard. Music is blasting, and the crowd is alive with laughter and chatter.
Eddie sits by the fire pit, looking a little lost. Heâs already had a few drinks, his gaze fixed on the ground as he takes another swig from a beer bottle. The sight of him, so familiar, so achingly Eddie. And fuck does it do a number on you.
Within seconds, youâre seated next to him.
âMind if I have a drink?â you ask.
Eddie looks up, his frown softening into a half smile. He doesnât respond immediately, just staring at you like heâs making sure youâre really there. Finally, he says, âI thought you didnât drink anymore.â
âYeah, well⊠tonightâs an exception,â you reply, accepting the beer he hands you.
âI missed you,â Eddie admits, his voice quieter than usual.
âI missed you too.â
âHow have you been?â You ask as he takes too long to respond, willing the conversation to move forward.
For a while, the two of you catch upâhis job at the mechanic shop, the bandâs success with gigs in neighboring towns. He looks genuinely happy talking about his music, and you canât help but admire the passion lighting up his face. Noticing how much more animated he is talking about what the bands been up to. Knowing that he had always hoped to make it big, that working with his Uncle was not where he wanted to be but accepted it.
âYou should come to one of our shows while youâre in town.â He suggests, looking at you eagerly while waiting for a response.
âThatâd be fun,â you reply, trying to sound casual, but your heart is racing. Eddieâs excitement is infectious, and the way heâs looking at you now is making it impossible to focus.
âWeâre playing at The Hideout next weekend,â he says, leaning forward slightly. âYou canât miss it.â
âI wouldnât miss it for the world,â you say, your lips curving into a smile as you take another sip of the beer he handed you.
Eddieâs grin widens, his dimples deepening, and you can feel the familiar pull heâs always had on you. Itâs annoying, really. One conversation, one smile, and youâre already wondering if the progress you made this year was all for nothing.
âItâll be just like old times,â he says, nudging you with his shoulder. âYou and me, rocking out. Well, me rocking out. You cheering like my number one fan.â
âAlways your number one fan,â you admit softly, the words slipping out before you can stop them.
Eddieâs gaze lingers on you for a moment longer than it should, his playful smirk faltering into something more serious. âI missed this,â he says quietly. âMissed you.â
You look down at your drink, avoiding his eyes. âI missed you too, Eddie.â
âHowâs college life been?â Eddie asks, flipping the conversation onto you.
âGood⊠itâs been really good. Iâve been making friends and datingâgetting the whole college experience.â
âYou still with that loser Michael?â
âNo.â
âOh shit⊠Iâm sorry,â he says, immediately regretting the casual diss.
âItâs fine.â You laugh because, if thereâs one thing Michael was, itâs a loser. Eddie had called it from the start, but you didnât want to believe him. Now, having experienced it yourself, you know he was right.
âWhat happened?â Eddie asks curiously, avoiding eye contact.
âIâm not nearly drunk enough to talk about him yet,â you say, shaking your head and laughing at the thought of explaining.
âThen keep drinking,â Eddie laughs with you. You listen, raising the can to your lips and taking a large swig.
âYou know whoâs here tonight?â Eddie asks after a brief silence.
âWho?â you reply, glancing around at the familiar faces. You hadnât greeted anyone else, immediately finding Eddie and slipping back into old habits.
âMark.â
His name immediately tempts an eye roll, but you suppress it. You donât bother scanning the room for him. No need to open that can of worms.
âYou used to like Mark, right? Back in high school?â Eddie presses, cracking the lid open anyway.
âYeahâŠâ you admit reluctantly.
âWhy didnât you ever date him?â
âI donât know. I think I was just scared,â you lie, avoiding Eddieâs gaze and taking another sip.
âBut you liked him, and he liked you. That much was obvious. Heâs a nice guy. Smart, too,â Eddie adds, scratching his head.
When you finally look up, Eddieâs eyes are already on you. His gaze holds a quiet intensity that makes your cheeks heat upâor maybe itâs the shots and beers working their way through your system. Either way, youâre sure your face is flushed.
âI guess I just⊠had my eyes elsewhere,â you admit, your voice soft as your eyes stay locked with his.
Eddie raises an eyebrow. His face is unreadable, but you can tell heâs intrigued.
âHad your eyes elsewhere?â he repeats, sipping his beer and waiting for you to elaborate.
âYeahâŠâ
âWho were you looking at?â
âI wasnât going to admit it then, and Iâm not starting now,â you retort defensively, laughing to cover the tension.
âOh, come on. Donât be shy. Itâs fine, we were kids. Crushes are normal.â Eddie nudges you playfully, trying to lighten the mood.
âNo, itâs stupid.â You shake your head, but Eddieâs gaze doesnât waver. Heâs thinking hard, trying to piece it together.
âWas it me?â His voice is casual, but the words hit you like a thunderbolt. You freeze, and Eddie just keeps looking at you, calm but expectant.
âYeah⊠I used to have the stupidest crush on you,â you admit with a laugh, hoping your flippant tone hides how much you mean it.
Eddie grins, blushing slightly. âDid you ever think weâd date?â
âI used to hope so,â you admit, fidgeting with your empty beer can. âBut part of me knew itâd never happen.â
Eddieâs brow furrows, his expression serious now. âWhy not? Why did you think we wouldnât?â
âBecause youâre you, and Iâm me. I never thought youâd even look at me like that. I was shy, socially awkwardâa giant loser,â you confess, laying your insecurities bare.
Eddie frowns, genuinely upset by your words. âYou were never a loser to me,â he says softly. He sets his beer aside, leaning forward slightly.
âWhy didnât you ever say anything or make a move?â He asks not giving you a chance to respond to his last statement.
âIâd rather have stayed your friend than risk losing you if my feelings werenât mutual.â
Eddie sighs, nodding in understanding. âYou werenât the only one who felt that way. I thought someone like you would never want to be with me. You were smart, going places. It just made sense that youâd end up with someone else. Someone better.â
You scoff, shaking your head. âEddie, I followed you around like a lost puppy. I did anything and everything you asked. I started smoking, drinking, partying. All just to be around you more. I was so helplessly, pathetically in love with you.â
Eddie stares at you, stunned into silence for a moment.
âIf you were so in love with me, why didnât you ever say anything?â His voice is quiet, almost disbelieving.
âI thought you had to know. Everyone knew. Iâd get teased about it constantlyâpeople at school, our friends, even our parents. And every time, without fail, you denied it,â you say, holding his gaze.
Eddie rubs the back of his neck, looking guilty. âYeah, I heard the teasing too. I just⊠I didnât think you felt that way for real. Have you always felt this way?â
âItâs always been there,â you admit. âEven when we were kids, but it got stronger when we got older.â
âAnd do you still feel that way?â Eddie asks, his voice barely above a whisper.
You hesitate, but honesty wins out. âI feel like itâll always be there, whether I want it to be or not.â
Eddie exhales deeply, running his hands through his hair. His silence is deafening, and your nerves spike.
âSay something,â you urge, forcing a weak laugh to cover how vulnerable you feel.
Eddie finally looks at you, his eyes soft and contemplative. âI donât know what to say. I feel like an idiot for not seeing it before. For not doing something about it back then.â
You shrug, smiling faintly. âItâs ancient history now, right? I mean, weâre just friends, and thatâs fine. Itâs great, even.â
Eddie tilts his head, studying you with a mix of disbelief and something you canât quite name. âDo you really think thatâs all weâve ever been?â
âIsnât it?â you counter, trying to keep your voice steady.
He doesnât answer right away. Instead, he leans back, staring at the ceiling as though searching for the right words. Finally, he sighs.
âMaybe it was all I let it be,â he admits. âI didnât think I deserved to have you like me. Not like that. So I never let myself think about it. I shut it down before it could even start.â
Your chest tightens at his confession, and suddenly, the air between you feels heavier.
âWell,â you murmur, breaking the tension with a nervous laugh, âweâre quite a pair, arenât we? Both too scared to say anything, both too blind to see what was right in front of us.â
Eddie chuckles softly, shaking his head. âYeah, guess we are.â
âDid you really start smoking, drinking, and partying just to be around me more?â he chuckles as he asks.
âUnfortunately, yes. You probably couldâve asked me to do crack, and I wouldâve considered it back then.â You laugh, and he laughs with you at your honesty. Heâs never seen that side of you before; no oneâs ever had the guts to be this honest.
âYou were crazy about me, huh?â he grins.
âYes, and it was embarrassing, Eddie.â
âSo, thatâs why you never dated anyone? Because I was too stupid to see you right in front of me?â Eddie says, not really asking, just confirming it out loud to himself.
âWhat happened with Michael then? Whyâd you two break up?â Eddie asks, curiously looking at his bottle.
âWe broke up a few weeks ago. He was nice⊠but boring. And Iâm boring, so for me to think someone else is boring, they have to be really boring.â As you speak, he laughs. He always disliked Michael and never let you forget it.
âYou didnât really see a future with him then?â Eddie asks, already knowing the answer.
âI tried to⊠he was so rich. Like, I couldâve had a few kids and never lifted a finger againâtype rich. But his lack of personality and being terrible in bed, I couldnât look past those things.â You canât help the drunk laughter that comes as you speak, surprised by how honest youâre being.
Eddieâs face mirrors your surprise when you finally stop staring at your bottle. He canât help but laugh. Itâs the first time heâs heard you joke about something so serious.
âBad in bed?â Eddie laughs so much he has tears in his eyes. He looks at you, and your eyes are now a little glazed.
âMhmm⊠I had to do all the work. He had a very teeny weeny.â You laugh as the confession leaves your mouth. Sober you would have never admitted this outloud. Eddie shakes his head as if he canât believe the words coming from you.
âDamn⊠he was tiny?â
âIâm sorry⊠Iâm starting to feel the effects of the drinks and losing my filter.â You set your empty bottle down, bringing your cold hands to cover your warm face in embarrassment. Eddie laughs even more, clearly enjoying this side of you.
âKeep going, this is great. How tiny exactly are we talking?â Eddie canât help but ask, curious to hear just how small this guy really was.
âHe had a micro penis, like scientifically. A doctor diagnosed him. Itâs one thing to have a teeny weeny, but at least compensate elsewhere.â You huff in annoyance. You know you shouldnât be admitting this to Eddie, but it feels good to finally get it off your chest. The girlfriends you had in school would always try to see the positive in Michael and talk you down.
âHe couldnât compensate anywhere else either?â Eddie asks, still laughing, and you can tell he might even start to cry from how hard heâs laughing.
âNope.â
âDamn. Thatâs a shame.â
âI know. The first time I went to have sex, and he has a micro penis. Just my luck.â
âThat must have been a disappointment for sure. You were this young, cute girl wanting to get it in, and he turns around and pulls out that little thing?â Eddie says, with a laugh holding his hand out to show how small it was.
He canât help but think of his own cock, itâs definitely not micro. Itâs something heâs always been proud of, large and heavy. His mind wonders to thoughts of his sliding his length inbetween your folds, until you beg from him to finally fuck you. His thoughts interrupted when you speak.
âYeah.. I tried really hard to no judge him and make it work. After six months, I couldnât do it anymore.â As you speak, his eyes dart to your lips. Heâs enjoying this conversation but now his mind is elsewhere. He can feel the heat growing between his legs, his dick stiffens as he porrly attempts to push those thoughts away.
"Do you know how much I wish Iâd paid more attention back then? Save you all that trouble. I wish I could go back and do things right. If I could, Iâd make a move on you in a heartbeat. But thatâs in the past. Iâm not letting you slip away again.â Eddieâs voice is genuine, tinged with frustration. He canât help but imagine how different things might have been if one of you had made a move when you were younger.
âIs it too late for us?â Eddie asks, his voice quiet but earnest. He doesnât want to mess this up now, not after finally finding the courage to be honest with you.
âI donât think so. Iâm willing⊠if you are.â You answer, looking down at the tiny space between you, now nearly nonexistent.
You meet his eyes again, and this time, his gaze shifts to your lips. Thatâs all it takes. Before Eddie can respond, you pull him closer and kiss him hungrily. He matches your intensity, kissing you back with just as much passion. Your hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer as the kiss deepensâan image youâd imagined countless times before. A smile plays on your lips, and the sound of Eddieâs groan fills the air as your kiss continues.
After a few more heated moments, Eddie pulls away first, his lips swollen and red. You canât see yourself, but you imagine you look the same.
âDo you have any plans this weekend?â he asks between breaths, trying to catch his voice.
âNo,â you answer, barely able to focus on the words.
âGood, Iâm going to pick you up Saturday night. Weâre going on the most stereo typical high school date. Make up for all those missed out years.â Eddieâs grin is mischievous.
âOh yeah? What does that entail?â
âFirst Iâm gonna take you to Alâs dinner, cop a feel at the movie theaters and then drive you to the look out and hope that I get lucky.â He teases, kissing you swiftly as if itâs the most natural occurrence.
âWe used to do all those things but without the kissing and heavy petting.â You say and canât help the eye roll that happens, as you bite your lip trying not to smile.
âYeah but Iâm not holding back no more. Now that I know your feelings are mutual, prepare to be sick of me.â
âDunno if I could ever get sick of you, Eddie.â You admit, honestly.
âGood. Iâm going to make you so damn happy. Youâll never get bored with me,â he says, laughing as he throws a jab at your ex.
âI believe it,â you smile, your fingers intertwining with his.
âIt may sound cheesy, but I want to be the guy who can walk into a room and make you feel the most comfortable and safe. When people see us together, I want them to know that weâve found the best in each other.â
âEddie, youâve always been that for me.â
âGood, and Iâm only going to get better when Iâm your boyfriend. Thatâs a promise.â Eddieâs voice is full of confidence, even a bit cocky now, but itâs clear he knows what heâs capable of. Heâs determined to be the man youâve always deserved.
summary ⏠A drunken night leads to a hookup with none other than Eddie Munson. Which wouldnât be such a problem if you werenât currently in a relationship with Jason Carver. You tell you self it needs to stop but what happens when start to look forward to your secret meet ups with Munson?
a/n: loosely inspired by your guilty pleasure by henry versus.. anyways hi hope u enjoy I miss eddie
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Youâre Jason Carvers girlfriend, cheer captain and undoubtedly one of the most popular girls in this school. Then why are you currently pinned under Eddie Munson?
âJasonâs going to flip his shit.â You say as Eddie pulls away from kissing you, his lips travel down your throat.
âI wonât tell and you wonât either.â He murmurs nibbling farther down your neck.
You go to respond but youâre stopped by the sudden feeling of air on your chest, your nipples harden as he works your shirt off you. The air is out of your lungs when his mouth moves to a breast, his hands busy undoing your pants. He was eager and never wasted time during what little time you had before Jason started to wonder where you wandered off to. You two hadnât been caught yet and for Eddie, it wasnât about to happen today. More than happy to be your dirty little secret.
âYour body is dangerous.â He whispers as soon as heâs got you undressed, left in nothing but your underwear.
You always wore your sexiest pair in hopes that heâd show up to the party Jason dragged you to. Your boyfriend no longer had to do much to convince you to tag along. The unknown possibility of Eddie being there was more than enough to get you out the house.
The first time you had told yourself that it was nothing more than a drunken mistake. Jason and you had been fighting all week. Which was unfortunately becoming your new reality, your relationship on a downward spiral for months. He claimed to be at home but you knew better, showing up to the party he swore he wasnât attending. After a long argument and him saying maybe you two should take a break, you found friends and drank more than you should have.
A drunken angry night lead you straight into Eddieâs arms. The two of you had always been amicable despite Jasonâs obvious disdain for Eddie. It started off as an innocent conversation, thinking Jason would see and grow irritated enough to stop you. He didnât seem to care which only pissed you off more. And then there Eddie was intoxicated and flirty, touching you without any care for your relationship status. When no one was paying you two any attention, you snuck a kiss and then snuck away with Eddie to a bathroom.
Jason and you decided to make things work a few days later, it needed to stop. Technically you were single when you hooked up with Eddie. You convinced yourself that you didnât do anything wrong. There was no need to tell Jason what happened.
It wasnât until you found yourself at another party, Jason with his friends paying you no attention. Eddieâs attention was focused solely on you from across the room. One look, a couple steps up stairs and Eddie was following you to an empty bathroom. Making sure to let him know this would never happen again as you undressed him. He agreed, laughing before lifting you onto the counter and taking over.
After that time you were fucked in every way. Jason just wasnât doing it anymore. Wondering if Jason ever really did it for you. Questioning why you were still with him all these years later. Suddenly all his flaws more prevalent. Pissing you off by merely existing, fighting constantly. Telling yourself that youâd come clean soon. That it wasnât fair to Eddie or Jason.
Yet here you were months later, completely sober letting Eddie take what he wanted. All while your boyfriend was downstairs with his friends. Giving yourself over to Eddie Munson became your guilty pleasure.
Eddieâs mouth is slowly traveling to its destination. Your eyes closed, too distracted by his mouth to think about how terrible this will inevitably end. The sound of fabric tearing has your eyes opened and on Eddie, watching as he stuffs whateverâs left of your underwear into his pocket. Heâs pulling away from the you, only to sink himself between your thighs.
âYour pussy is always so wet and ready..â His voice is low, his mouth inches away from your center.
A few quick kisses are pressed to your inner thigh before his hands travel under you, pulling you closer and meeting his lips with your clit. Your involuntary reaction is to try and close your legs but he already expects it, stopping you from doing so as he dives deeper.
His tongue working on your bud and a single finger slides into you. You let your moans leave your mouth as you grasp the sheets of whoeverâs bed youâre in. Without warning he adds another finger, picking up his pace.
âFuck..â You groan out as you grind your hips into his touch.
He watches you as you react to his actions, his favorite sight. Your eyes are closed as he pushes you closer to your climax. You canât see it but you can feel the grin on his face, smug about the fact that heâs the one making you cum and not your boyfriend.
He pulls away bringing out a whimper from you at loss of contact, âDoes he make you feel this good?â
You look at him, frustrated and not wanting to talk right now. Especially not about Jason.
âDoes he even make you cum?â He ask, kissing a sweet kiss to your cunt. No where near your swollen clit but your body shudders in response. You canât bring yourself to answer.
âTell me.. who makes you feel this good?â Another kiss, moving closer to where you desperately need him.
âWho makes you cum every time?â Another kiss, almost there but not yet. Heâs leaving you a whimpering mess under his touch.
âWho do you think about when your boyfriend fucks you?â This time he doesnât kiss you, waiting for response.
âYou.. Eddie. I think about you.â You finally admit, causing him to get that smug look he wears every time he reminds you of your dishonest actions towards Jason.
âIf you were mine Iâd never let you out of my sight.. keep you satisfied enough to keep you under me and not someone else.â He says never breaking eye contact as his slips between your folds again. Continuing where he left off and not letting you respond, sending your head flying back.
The only sounds in the room are your moans and the sounds of his tongue and fingers bringing you closer to the edge. Music is muffled from downstairs. He picks up his speed, not missing a beat. Pushing you over the edge, arching your back as you finish on his fingers. He rides you out through your orgasm. As he pulls out he bring his fingers to his lips, cleaning your juices off his fingers.
âSo sweet.â He says as he sits up, hovering over you again.
You only pull him closer, kissing him and undressing him. Itâs your turn to make him feel good. Your hands pull at his shirt and he takes it off the rest of the way. The brief moment he pulls away, your hands run down his chest and to his pants. You undo the button then the zipper and start to pull them down as much as you can from under him. He shimmies the rest of the way out of his pants, dragging his boxers off with them.
You wrap your fingers around his cock, pumping it slowly eliciting a groan from him. Itâs heavy and hard, ready to split you in half.
âMy turn to taste you,â you whisper as you move from under him and push him onto his back.
He doesnât fight this, allowing you to take control. Eyes on you as settle at his side, bending over to take his cock in your mouth. A simple kiss on his tip has him biting his lip in anticipation. His hand finds your ass, squeezing it as you slowly take his length into your mouth. His other hand is on your head, guiding your mouth deeper. Forcing you to take his whole length. Holding himself back from bucking his hips into your mouth.
âF-fuck.. you take my cock so well..â He purrs as he holds you still, your nose pressed into his groin.
After a few moments of you gagging on his cock, he lets go and you pull away. Saliva drips down your chin. Wiping your mouth off and using it to rub his cock, spitting the build up at the back of your throat onto it. Pumping him in a slippery mess, watching him watch you.
âYou on top..â He directs and you listen, sitting up and throwing your leg over him.
You press your warm center onto his hardness, letting it slide through your folds. Making the both of you groan at the friction. You lift your self up just enough as aligns his tip to your heat. You lower yourself down, taking him whole. As you begin to roll your hips he grabs you and guides you through the motions, nails digging into your skin.
Probably leaving marks but you donât care. The tiniest part of you wishing Jason would find evidence of you and Eddie, forcing you to come clean. The more the two of you did this behind Jasonâs back, the sloppier you got. The more you would let Eddie do, the more you asked for. Knowing that this couldnât possibly end well for anyone involved, deciding to enjoy it while you had the chance.
âSuch a slut, taking my cock while your boyfriend is downstairs,â Eddie says this as his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you flush to his chest.
His hips jerk into you from under, slamming his cock inside of you at a relentless pace. Your head is burrowed in his neck, your arms trapped in his embrace. He fucks you from under as you moan in his ear, his favorite sound.
Without any warning he slips from under you and has you laid on your stomach. He pulls your ass up, pushing your head down. Eddie takes a moment to appreciate the sight in front of him before smacking your ass. The crown of his cock lingers at your entrance before easing into your warmth. You canât help the whine that escapes your mouth as his fills you from this angle.
âSuch a good little slut for me.. huh?â He asks as he thrusts into you in a languid manner, almost teasing you. Heâs waiting for you to answer before he gives you want you want.
âYes.. Eddie.. for you.â You respond, your voice cracking between thrusts.
âSay it.â He growls pushing your head into the bed, slowly moving his hips.
âIâm a slut.. for you.â You spit out and he rock his hips harder, faster. Fucking you into the bed. Finally giving you what you want.
You grip onto the sheets, pushing against his thrusts. His movements are deep, his pace relentless. Hands squeeze your ass, further guiding his pumping. You are a mess under him, not holding back your noises. Letting Eddie know heâs fucking you right. Just how you like it. Ruining you for any other man, specifically your boyfriend.
Eddie doesnât slow, keeping the speed consistent. Determined to make you cum one more time before he finishes. His length plunges in and out of you. Skin smacking and moans fill the room.
Thereâs no way anyone else upstairs canât hear you. They have to know someone is having sex in here. Almost making it more enjoyable. The fear of getting caught turning you on even more.
The familiar feeling of your skin heating up is felt. Pleasure building in you as Eddieâs fucks you closer to falling apart. Your walls flutter around his cock letting him know that youâre almost there.
âCome for me. Come all over my cock.â Eddie orders.
His demand is all it takes to push you over the edge. You feel your body tighten and then releases the pressure. AA chocked sob comes from you as you finish all over his cock.
Your body goes numb as he pumps a few more times before, quickly pulling out. Taking his throbbing erection into his hand and pumping it with his hand. The other hand grabs you, pulling you to a sitting position in front of Eddie.
âOpen up.â He orders and you look up at him, doing as he says.
A few more flicks of his wrist has him hissing as he comes on your face. Aiming for your tongue and making it for the most part. You wait patiently as he jerks himself to completion. He smiles, wiping his cum from where it missed and landed on your cheek. Collecting it placing it in your mouth. Not letting a drop go to waste, watching as you swallow his seed.
âGood girl,â he smiles pulling away.
Itâs as if reality comes into play as he steps away, throwing your clothes towards you on the bed. You quickly redress, watching him do the same. The sadness that comes when this moment comes gets stronger every time your time together comes to an end.
Once youâre dress you stand up from where youâre sat on the edge of the bed. Itâs as if Eddie notices the change in your mood, without you having to say anything. Moving in closer to you he pulls you closer, kissing you more affectionately than he should be. Clouding your judgement and letting your self fill your mind with delusions.
As he drags himself away from you he says, âNow go make out your boyfriend, let him taste me on your tongue.â
His tone is teasing, causing you to roll your eyes and let out a sigh. His reminder of your failing relationship snaps you from your mind, the feelings he makes you feel. The thoughts he makes you think.
Youâre irritated, mostly at yourself for letting it get to this point. He looks at you for a second using his hand to smooth your hair and then wipe away at your smudged eye makeup. Once he thinks you look like you didnât just cheat on your boyfriend, he grins pulling away. You try not to smile back, moving away from him and leaving the room. Eddie would wait a few minutes, so no one would see the two of you leaving together.
As you walk downstairs to where you left Jason your mind canât stop thinking about the possible consequences. You could tell Jason right now and what? Run into Eddieâs arms? Not entirely sure if he even wants that. If he wants you as anything more than a secret hookup.
Afraid that if you came clean, the whole entire thing would lose its appeal. Wondering if you enjoy your time with Eddie as much as you do because itâs so wrong. If you were single, would you still find yourself wanting to be around Eddie?
One thing clear, you need to break up with Jason. As soon as possible and just see what happens afterwards. If whatever Eddie and you have is meant to be, itâll happen. You hear your name as you make it into the back yard where you left Jason. Heâs sat right where you left him, trying to call you over.
As you approach him and his friends, he pulls you into his arms. You feel yourself recoiling as a reaction to his touch. Youâre in no mood for him right, obviously bothered over something and he doesnât notice. He never fires. Before you can anything, he kisses you. You canât help but try to stifle the laugh that wants to come. Thinking about the last thing Eddie said to you.
âWhatâs so funny?â Jason asks, his arm still wrapped around your waist.
âNothing⊠we need to talk..â You respond, removing yourself from his embrace and walking away from his group of friends.
Your husband König promised heâd join you in bed soon. After waiting an hour you give up and head to his office, interrupting his work. Distracting him with your body.
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Konig canât stand you but you know heâs full of lies. One day it hits you, youâve never seen his face. As an attempt to make him drop his mask, you give him a hug. It awakens something inside him causing the quiet man to beg for more of your attention.
drunken jealousy (stupidity) » here âïž
The crew is out celebrating a successful mission, everyone is having fun. Except for Konig whoâs so focused on you from across the bar. What happens when he takes his drunk coworkers advice? Only theyâre not interested in helping, only wanting to see him make a fool of himself.
broken, but together, whole » here âïž
You had a terrible accident at your last place of employment. The need for a fresh start brings you to Kortac, where you meet König. His constant gaze leads coworkers to believe he has feelings for you. Telling you all the reasons why you they think heâs a freak, including why he wears a mask constantly. Making you realize you two might have more in common than you thought..
Youâre the new WLF recruit. Isaac makes it Abbyâs responsibility to get you situated. Letting the both of you know, youâd be patrol partners and roommates. Abbyâs immediate dislike for you is obvious. You donât let that stop you from trying to get closer.
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Isaac pairs you with hard headed, Abby Anderson. She canât keep a patrol partner to safe her life. That is until she meets you, the two of you slowly become close. Maybe a little too close because apparently everyone thinks the two of you are an item.
summary ⏠Your husband König promised heâd join you in bed soon. After waiting an hour you give up and head to his office, interrupting his work. Distracting him with your body.
word count ⏠2k
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It was late, König promised heâd be in bed soon but that was nearly an hour ago. Youâre laid in bed trying to sleep but you wanted him, you needed him. You get out of bed, wearing nothing more than one of his shirts and a pair of underwear. Itâs so oversized on you, it falls past your knees and makes for the perfect bed attire. Your steps are quick as you descend the stairs to where you know heâll be busy working away in. You slowly open the door to Königâs office.
âAre you coming to bed?â You speak softly, slipping into the room moving closer.
âSoon.â Konig smiles sitting back, looking up from his computer to see you in his shirt. Bringing a grin to his face at how large it looked on you.
âYou said that an hour ago.â You whine, now stood in the way of his work. His hands find their way to your waist.
âI promise. Iâm almost done.â He says, pulling you closer. His arms wrap around you, engulfing you in his embrace.
He rests his head on your chest, the sounds of him taking a deep breath fills the room. After a few moments he looks up at you giving you an apologetic smile signaling that this is over and he needs to go back to his work. In return you narrow your eyes annoyed, pulling away only to sit down on his lap.
âWhatâre you doing?â He asks as your legs spread over his thigh.
âGetting comfy. You can still work.â You smile, scooting up his as thigh until your back touches his chest. You feel him relax into the chair.
âI canât work like this, youâre a distraction.â He says, you canât see his face but you can tell that heâs grinning. And youâre about to get what you came in here for. His hands slowly slip under your shirt, and find your breasts. Giving them a gentle squeeze before taking your nipples in her fingers and pinching them, eliciting a gentle moan from your mouth.
âIs this what you wanted?â He teases from behind you, whispering in your ear. You shake your head no, grabbing one of his hands and leading it lower. He takes the hint and lets his fingers slip under your underwear.
âYouâre so fucking wet. Poor thing..â he whispers, between pressing soft kisses along your neck.
âUpstairs all alone and horny, no one to help you.â He countinues to explore your wet cunt, slipping through your folds and moving back up to your clit. He nibbles on your neck before lazily rubbing circles around your bud.
Itâs all too much but not enough at the same time. Your walls flutter around nothing, wanting his cock inside you. Your legs start to loosen, causing König to pull you back closer with his other arm. Holding you tight against his body. His large fingers still moving against your clit.
âMore Konig, I need more.â You whimper. Wishing heâd take you upstairs and fuck you but König has other plans.
âI want you to come, like this.â He mutteres in your ear, before sinking his teeth into your skin just enough to cause you to pull away but you canât heâs too strong. His lips part and move to peppering kissing, sucking softly on the tender skin. Youâre a mess, eyes rolled back into your head, and moans leaving your sweet mouth. His lazy pace of his fingers are not enough causing your hips to jerk back and forth. Trying to cause friction and pick up the pace.
âYouâre so needy.â He laughs into your ear before finally moving faster, his fingers move against your clit. While your movements donât stop, only quicken to match his pace. Youâre practically jello at this point, the only thing keeping you from going down is König keeping you against his body.
âYouâre so close Schatz, I can feel it. Come for me.â He says softly against your neck.
You canât respond, only nodding and biting your lip as you finally reach your climax. Your back is arched as you come undone from his fingers between your legs. Your pulled out of your high when his hand leaves your underwear, the sound of him sucking them clean causes you to face him.
âMy turn.â You respond, dropping to your knees between his legs. Before you could unbutton his pants, heâs picking you up off the ground. He guides your arms around his neck and your legs instinctively wrap around his waist. You canât help the pout that is on your face but it does nothing to him, ignoring you as he moves some things around.
âI wanted to wrap my lips-â You speak only to be cut off.
âI want to fuck you, here. Now. You can wrap your pretty little lips around my cock, next time. Okay?â He says as heâs pulling off your shirt, over your head. Your pout now gone replaced with a smile because youâre getting what you wanted in the first place.
âOkay.â You say, as he gently tugs at your underwear.
You lift your hips just enough so he can pull them off with ease. Once theyâre off and youâre naked, he works on undressing himself. You watch as your man hurries to match your level of nudity. He finally gets down to his underwear you watch with interest as his lets his cock out. You canât help the bite of your lips that happens causing him to grin. After all this time you still look at him with so much lust and he lives for it.
His strong hands pull you to edge of the desk, instinctively you spread your legs. Putting your glistening cunt on display for the man you love. He grabs the base of his cock, guiding it to tease your hole. Slipping through your folds, leading to whimpers coming out of your mouth. He drags it up towards your sensitive clit. You wince in satisfaction, desperate for more.
âKönig please.â You beg.
Thatâs all it takes because before you can continue heâs sliding his cock into your heat. Youâd think after all this years youâd be accustomed to his size but still the stretch pains you. Every time it feels like heâs going to split you open right down the center but in the best way possible.
âFuck Schatz.â He groans as he bottoms out, eyes focused on the way your pussy grips his cock.
He pulls out slowly, watching the way your hole sucks him right back in. His favorite sight, your tight little cunt taking him so beautifully. Knowing that it causes you a hint of pain but youâd never let that stop you. His thrusts start off as slow and easy, enjoying the sight in front of him. Giving you time to adjust to his size before allowing himself to give it all to you.
âDo you trust me?â He mutters, eyes moving to your gaze.
âYes.â You barely choke out in response.
Itâs as if his eyes darken as his arms snake behind your back. Without any warning heâs lifting you from the desk with such ease. His cock still buried deep inside your pussy as your legs wrap around his waist. Your arms behind his neck. The new position allows him to fill you in a way heâs never done before. The new angle adding to your pleasure.
Before you can question what his motives are his hands move to your sides, his hips bucking into you. The new angle has him hitting your g spot perfectly. Theres not much you can do in his arms as he holds you besides take it and you do just that. Allowing him to hold you close to his body and fuck you standing up. Use your body as flesh light.
His eyes never leave yours, watching the way you react to this new position. You hold on for dear life as he tries to fuck the life out of you. The sound of smacking flesh is loud. Mixing with your cries and his groans of pleasure. His hips continuing to jerk into you as his speed picks up. Your finger nails dig into his back, leaving crescent marks in his skin.
âYouâre taking me so well, Schatz.â He speaks, his voice is rough and strained. Youâre too overwhelmed with pleasure to response, kissing his lips hungrily. König hips never slow, bucking into you at a relentless speed.
âDonât stop,â You whimper because that familiar heat pooling in your lower back is there. Heâs bringing you close to your finish, the way your walls are clenching on his cock let him know. So he does exactly as told, keeping up the same pace.
Your gut tightens as your eyes roll back, shockwaves raking over your body as you come undone. Your vision is blurred as youâre pushed over the edge, coming on his cock. As soon a you finish any attempt to hold your self up is out the window, your body slumps against his. Your arms and legs still wrapped around his body, only lazily now. Doesnât matter because König is strong enough and lifts your limp body, up and down on his length.
With one last powerful thrust and a whimper, König spills himself into you. Your climaxes mix as he moves his hips slowly in and out, splattering the rest of his load into you. After a few tired pumps his movements stop and he pulls himself out. The loss of contact between you two leaves you feeling empty. You meet his gaze and he presses a small kiss to your mouth.
He takes a few steps backwards and tries to sit back into his office chair, with you still holding on. The chair rolls a few inches back causing you and König to startle but he plants his feet to stop it from moving from under him. Once heâs fully sat and relaxed, you let out an exhausted laugh into the crook of neck. This brings a smile to his face, squeezing you tightly.
âYou know? This is the one room in the house I hadnât fucked you in before.â König speaks breaking the silence.
âReally?â
âThe one place I could get work done with being distracted by thoughts of your naked body.â He continues talking, his hand rubbing your arm.
âOh poor König.â You tease, laughing at what he admitted.
âI wonât be able to get anything done ever again. Every time I sit in this chair, Iâll remember how you let me take you right here on my desk and then I fucked you while standing.â
âItâs entirely your fault.â You retort.
âMy fault? You came down here with the intention of seducing me.â He chuckles, his hands still softly rubbing against your skin.
âOnly because I was promised youâd be in bed soon to take care of me. Only to be left waiting in bed for nearly an hour.â You explain, your voice filled with that cheekiness König loved.
âYou are right. It is my fault.â He lets out a fake exasperated sigh, bringing a smile to your lips.
âCan we go to bed now?â You ask.
âJa.â He says, looking at you expectantly as if he wants you to get off his lap and start walking your way to the bedroom.
âUh-uh..â You protest causing him to look at you with confusion.
âWhat now?â
âUhh now that I know you can carry me so effortlessly. I see no point in walking ever again.â You joke, wrapping your arms around his neck again as if to let him know youâre ready to be carried away.
âYou are a pain in my ass.â König mutters with a groan as an attempt to conceal his smile.
âYeah but you love me anyways.â He shakes his head with a gentle laugh, before sighing and carrying you up to your shared bedroom.
summary ⏠Youâve been with Eddie for over three years, itâs only natural that the two of you would get comfortable? But are you too comfortable? Itâs been nearly a month since you two had sex. When you realize that it sends you into a panic, desperate to find that spark again. You purchase enhancing chocolate and a sexy outfit, as a a surprise. What happens when your plans fall through, causing a argument?
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a/n: thank you for all the love on my last eddie one shot, inspired me to finish this.. which if Iâm being entirely honest is from a request from well over a year ago and has been sitting unfinished since then.. anyways.. luveeee you
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Being three years into a relationship things can become stagnant but you always swore that would never happen to your relationship with Eddie. Yet here you two were on your way into the roommate phase. You two too comfortable cohabiting, like a couple of friends sharing a bedroom. A bedroom that hasnât seen any action in weeks. Three weeks, four days to be exact.
A few day shy of a month is when it hit you like a ton of bricks. Sending you into a deep one sided spiral focused on your relationship with Eddie. No oneâs to blame, both of your work schedules taking up so much time. Eddie worked Monday through Friday at the local mechanic shop. His weekends usually spent with his band. Between attending college and work, you weâre just as busy.
It was a rare occasion that your schedules aligned to have the same day off. So when a coworker asked to switch days off so they could have Tuesday off and youâd be off on Sunday, you happily agreed. Deciding in that moment youâd do something to reignite the relationship.
After some thought you decided to surprise Eddie with some sexy goodies. A quick trip to the local sex shop and less than a hundred dollars later, you have a bag full of supplies. You decided on a black lace lingerie set that didnât leave much up to the imagination and aphrodisiac chocolate. Something you have never done with Eddie before. When you get home Eddie isnât there so you hide your new things saving them for Sunday.
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âYou work today?â Eddie asks curiously, when he comes out of the bathroom to find you sat in the kitchen. Normally by now you were long gone, itâs almost noon and heâs just waking up.
âNo someone wanted to switch so I have today off.â You explain, smile plastered across your face. It was Sunday afternoon and you were excited to execute your plans. Eddie moves closer towards you, examining the spread of breakfast you prepared for him.
âWhatâs all this for?â He asks reaching for a slice of bacon throwing it into his mouth.
âFor you. Just wanted to do something special.â You respond, Eddie wraps his half naked body around you enveloping you in a tight hug.
âThank you baby.â He says face digging into your shoulder, smelling your hair. He pulls away just far enough to brush it out of the way. Moving in again, kissing up your neck. You have so much pent up sexual frustration youâre ready to say fuck this food and your entire plan, ready to let Eddie take you right then and there.
Before you can take it to the next level, he pulls away completely. Grabbing a plate and serving himself the food you prepared. Eddie doesnât notice the exaggerated eye roll you give just sits down at the table, filling his face.
âThis is delicious,â he mumbles between chewing bringing a smile back to you. You join him with your own plate, sitting next to him. He does the silly little thing heâs always done, dragging your chair with you in it closer to him. He looks proud when your close enough to his liking, going back to the meal in front of him. You eat filled with contentment that after all these years he still does the tiny things still.
âAny plans for today?â You ask. Eddie looks up from a his plate like heâs thinking.
âYeah the bands meeting at two to practice for a few hours.â He says, your face tells on you falling into a frown.
âI promise as soon as weâre done. Youâll have my full undivided attention all night, okay?â He does his best to reassure you but you canât help but feel irritated and itâs apparent in your demeanor.
âIs there something else you wanted to do today?â He asks, confused by your sudden change in mood.
âI had a surprise for you but Iâll guess itâll wait.â
âWhat was it?â He asks.
âIt can wait... You can find out when ever you decide to come home.â You respond, the annoyance heavy in your tone.
âWhatever.â He laughs causing an unreasonable amount of anger to flood over you.
âWhatever? I just wanted to do something for us today.â You raise your voice standing up in the process, leaving Eddie sat alone at the table. He lets out an defeated groan, you ignore it. Heading straight to your bedroom. Suddenly the apartment feels too small wishing you could escape somewhere else. Crawling into bed, hiding under the covers letting the frustrated tears fall.
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Youâre not sure how much time has passed, you had fallen asleep after you and Eddieâs little tiff. The sound of someone entering the room is what stirs you, the feeling of Eddie climbing into bed next to you is what fully wakes you. He slips through the covers, finding you and cuddling with you.
âIâm sorry,â he whispers. You roll over to face him, he looks genuinely upset.
âIâm sorry too.â You sigh. Eddie goes to talk but you cut him short by speaking up.
âI just wanted to do something special for you because weâve basically turned into roommates.â
âBaby thatâs not true.â
âIt is Eddie. We havenât had sex in almost a month.â
âNo it hasnât beenâŠâ His voice trails off trying to remember the last time, drawing a blank.
âItâs no oneâs fault, weâre both just busy. I was so excited to spend today with you, I should have told you beforehand not just expected you.â You say, holding back tears. Eddie has started lightly tracing the side of your face listening to you speak.
âThe insecure part of me has been spiraling for the last week, thinking the worst. That maybe we havenât done anything because you donât want me anymore.â As you talk the tears slowly trickle out from your eyes, landing on your pillow. Eddie wipes away at your tears before responding, pulling you in closer in the process.
âThat is far from the case, baby. I love you so much. Iâve been working so much and focusing on the band. I forgot to prioritize you.â He pulls you all the way, slipping an arm under you hugging you tightly. Placing a sweet kiss on your head.
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After a much needed conversation that lasted a solid hour, Eddie and you were still laid in bed. Topic had moved on to something less heavy. Eddie was now sat up in bed, you resting your head in his lap while he plays with your hair. You had just found out that he skipped practice because he felt so shitty.
âYou didnât have to do that.â
âIâm glad I did. This was needed. Plus how will I ever get my surprise, huh?â You shake your head no feeling as if the moments been ruined.
âCome on just tell me what it was.â He begs, you push up from his lap to see his face. His big brown puppy eyes on full display, bottom lip pouting. He knew exactly how to get what he wanted. You groan before getting out of bed and heading straight to the drawer where you hid the goodies. In a swift motion you pull out the plastic bag, tossing it at Eddie. He catches it pulling out the items inside.
âThis isnât gonna fit me.â He jokes, holding the lingerie by a single strap. You roll your eyes before snatching it out of his hands. He continues digging through the bag finding the special chocolate.
âChocolate?â He asks confused.
âItâs enhancing chocolate.â His face is still full of confusion.
âItâs suppose to stimulate blood flow, enhances performance.â You explain watching as Eddie reads over the box.
âWhat are we waiting for?â He asks, ripping open the package. Before you can protest he plops his half in his mouth, passing you the other half. You follow in his lead eating the chocolate.
âHow long does it take?â Eddie asks, examining the box further.
â20 to 40 minutes? What the hell are we supposed to do until then?â He says throwing the box the side, looking up at you. Eyes going from the lingerie to your face, his grin growing.
âWe can start with you putting that on.â Eddie suggests.
A few long minutes later, you come out of the bathroom dressed in your new lingerie. His eyes find you, muttering âfuckâ. He stands up from the bed approaching you. Once heâs a few inches away from, his hands find your hips. Letting himself explore your body in this new outfit. Tracing the lacey undergarment with his hands.
âYou are so fucking beautiful.â He whispers, pulling you closer. He lifts your face before pressing his lips to yours, kissing you softly. You return the kiss, you fingers reaching behind his neck. Finding his hair and tangling them in the nape of his neck, tugging slightly. Just enough to elicit a small moan from his lips.
You two are twisted together, without breaking the kiss he begins to take a few steps back. You follow as he sits on the bed, climbing into his lap. Pushing him till heâs on his back and youâre straddling his hips. Youâre eager, ready to take it farther kissing down his neck. Lowering your body, pressing delicate kisses along his torso as you go.
Eddie watches closely as you pull his bottoms off, lifting his hips and helping you to get him undressed. As soon as heâs fully nude, your making yourself comfortable inbetween his legs.
âHow do I know itâs the chocolate and not what youâre doing that has my dick so hard?â He questions, making you roll your eyes laugh in softly.
âShh..â You respond, taking his erection in your hand pumping it slowly.
When he doesnât shut up trying to press the question again, you kiss his tip before licking the crown of his cock. That shuts him up, watching your lips part around him. Your head moving up and down. Eddie lets his moans out as his tip hits the back of your throat. His eyes nearly roll in the back of his head when your hand starts to play with his balls.
âF-fuck!â Eddie groans as he gently pushes your head lower, enjoying the sight of his cock dissaprering into your throat.
A mess of your saliva pools at the base of his cock. He holds you there for a few moments, tears forming at your eyes until he lets go. You quickly lift your head, a long web of drool hangs from your lips to his cock. You make eye contact wipe it away then use that hand to pump him again.
Before you can continue, heâs guiding you up his body. Kissing your swollen and slick lips. Your core rests on his wet cock, you donât waste a moment grinding your hips. Both of you moan into the kiss at the friction. His cock slips through your folds, hitting your clit. It feels too good and he hasnât even entered yet. Youâve been waiting too long for this, so you raise your hips. He takes the hint aligning himself with your hole. You sink down slowly, inch by inch.
âFuck, youâre so tight.â Eddie mutters, his hands gripping your hips. The feeling of being filled is overwhelming. The stretch is a bit paniful but in the best way possible. You look down at Eddie before moving your hips at a steady pace. Both of you moaning, his grip tightening leaving marks in their wake. Guiding your hips to move faster.
Your pace quickens, taking him deeply. Every inch of him plunging into your warmth. Youâre too distracted by the sensation to notice him pulling you closer. Eddie hungrily kissing you, his tongue asking for permission by sliding against your lips. Your mouth opens, tongues meeting each other. Without any warning Eddieâs hips thrust into you. A moan breaks the kiss, as he continues to jerk himself into you. His movements matching yours. It stops for a moment only because Eddie is rolling over on top of you.
âGet on your knees, I want to fuck you from behind.â He demands and you gladly listen. Positioning yourself infront of him, your ass up and face down.
Eddie take his cock, pushing it in one quick thrust. Watching as he disappears into your hole. Heâs pounding into you, giving you no time to adjust. Your whimpers grow louder as he fucks you at a brutal pace. The sensation of his balls hitting your clit adds to the pleasure.
Youâre gripping the sheets, pushing back against his thrusts. Eddie grabs a fist of your hair, pulling it. Tears swell at your eyes, it hurts so good. As you bite your lip, he continues his pace. Fucking you so roughly. Your body begins to tremble as you get closer to your finish, letting Eddie know your close. That what he is doing is working.
You disolve into pleasure, your body becoming putty as he keeps pounding into you. A chocked sob leaves your mouth as you come undone. Your walls spasm bringing Eddie closer to his end. With a few more jerks of hips heâs coming, panting your walls with his seed. He releases your hair, kissing your shoulder tenderly. He pulls out, dropping onto his back. You lay down next to him. Your chests heaving as you both try to breathe.
âHow long is it supposed to last?â Eddie asks so you reach for the box.
âUh⊠effect could last up to three hours.â You read out loud.
âI feel like I could go again.â He admits, looking down at his erection.
âYeah?â You ask eagerly.
âMhmm we have to make up for lost time.â He says, facing you bringing his lips to your chest. Nibbling softly on your skin.
âBut I think itâs only fair I taste you this time.â He whispers, kissing down your stomach and to your core.
summary ⏠You shared a secret relationship with Eddie, if thatâs what you could even consider it. You wished for more but never could bring yourself to tell Eddie this. What happens when your at a party and he gets dared to kiss the prettiest girl in the room?
word count ⏠almost 3k
a/n: felt inspired to write for my pookie eddie munson again.. I will cherish this man till the day I die luv uuuuuu
reblogs & feedback appreciated âĄ
âTruth or dare?â
âDare.â Eddie responds, sitting back in the couch with his legs spread waiting for his dare. You watch him smiling at his cocky grin towards the random freshman that chose him for truth or dare. Eddie would undoubtedly answer any question or complete any dare thrown his way.
âI dare you toâŠâ The freshmanâs voice fades as he looks around the room, trying to think of how to finish his sentence. Eddie only laughs in response, making a joke about finishing his dare sometime today.
Everyone is laughing but you, eyes still on Eddie. Your lips press to your solo cup, taking a sip of the drink someone mixed for you. Your thoughts are else where, the way Eddie is sat reminds you of the night before. When you were sat in his lap, riding his cock. His lips pressed to your chest, leaving marks that are still there. Hidden under your bra.
The freshman takes too long, to the point others begin to suggest dares for Eddie. He still hasnât looked at you, and maybe thatâs entirely your own fault. The two of you have been dating secretly for a few months now. He was the one to offer the secrecy to you, as an attempt to keep your perfect reputation. At first you thought it would be a one time thing so you agreed. Nothing more than a meaningless drunken hook up but after that he had you hooked. You kept coming back for more, until it became a nearly daily occurrence.
The talk of what you two were never to be had. Feelings growing on both sides, and now here you are. At a party tipsier than you should be. You stopped keeping count a while ago. Staring at him with fuck me eyes, too drunk to care whoâs watching. You two exchanged a few smiles, brief conversations as if you two were nothing more than acquaintances. Which upset you but at the end of the day itâs your fault for making Eddie feel like he needed to be a secret in the first place.
âI dare you to kiss the prettiest girl in the room.â The freshman finally speaks, louder than everyone in the room. Shutting everyone up as they watch in anticipation of who he will choose.
You too are watching the only difference is your eyes havenât left Eddie all night. His eyes scan the room, playfully looking at all the different girls. Finally his eyes land on yours, only stopping for a moment before moving on. Your heart is broken, begging for you to leave the room. In one swift moment he stands up and walks across the room, away from you. Of all the people he could kiss right now, he chooses the worst possible choice. His ex.
Canât bring your self to watch, looking down at your cup. Your eyes finally leaving the man youâve been secretly dating for months now. As people begin to cheer and laugh at the kiss shared between ex lovers. Eddie pulls away, viewers chanting for more.
âNah I did my dare, Iâm done. Whoâs next?â He chuckles as he plops down onto the couch where he was previously sitting.
The game continues on like you didnât just witness the man youâve grown to care for, maybe even love kiss his ex. Youâre a mixture of anger and sadness but self aware enough to know that this is your own doing. Itâs all too much so without announcing your departure, you stand up and walk through the crowded room. You finish off your drink, throw away the evidence and make an attempt to leave the party.
Realizing that youâre entirely fucked, no way to leave. Your home too far to walk, your ride somewhere in the party with absolutely no intention of leaving any time soon. Annoyed because you only came with your friend because you knew Eddie would be here, hoping that you showing up would have ended differently.
A frustrated sigh leaves your mouth as you head outside anyways. Deciding to take a moment to breathe before heading back into the party. Thanking whoeverâs listening when you walk out side to an empty porch. Sitting down on the steps, looking out at the silent road filled with unfamiliar houses. A few cars drive by as time passes.
You sit there staring and thinking about how you ended up here. Alone but having a secret relationship, with a man youâve grown to love. Not even entirely sure if his feelings are mutual. Youâve been spending so much time with him. Most if not all instances leading to sex. Even when you two arenât fucking, thereâs a connection. Youâve spent more time at his trailer than your own home in that last month. He makes you so happy, quickly become the person you run to when you need anything. Doing everything a relationship entails without labeling it.
Youâre broken out of your thoughts by the sound of the front door opening and that oh so familiar scent of cigarettes, weed and his cheap cologne youâve grown to love. Your eyes stay down, looking at your fingers that fiddle with anxiety as he sits next to you.
âI was looking for you.â He speaks, facing you.
âI just needed some air.â You whisper, avoiding eye contact but Eddie knows better. Knows that youâre upset at the kiss and too stubborn to admit that.
âWhy are you crying?â He asks, touching your chin and tugging at your face to look at him. You didnât even realize you were crying, so you wipe away the tears. As a sad attempt to mask your pain. Mentally noting that you had too much to drink as you plaster a fake smile on your lips.
âI donât know. Itâs stupid. Itâs probably cause Iâm so drunk.â You force a laugh, wiping away at the remaining tears. Eddie doesnât laugh and obviously doesnât buy your excuse.
âIs this because I kissed her and not you?â He questions, and your smile fades as you nod your head in response.
âI didnât want to kiss her. I just about puked as I did it. Was so close to blowing chunks all over her.â He admits, letting him self laugh at the thought causing you to feel a little better.
âI wanted to kiss you, only you. I just wasnât sure if you would have been okay with that.. considering weâre just kinda hooking up or whatever this is. I didnât want to make you uncomfortable with such a public display of affection.â He further explains, all anger you had dissipating as quickly as it came.
âI wouldnât have been uncomfortable.â You respond.
âAlso was afraid once I started, I wouldnât be able to stop. Iâve been watching you all night, staring at me with those eyes. Like you want me to drag you upstairs to an empty room and fuck you. Been walking around with a hard on all night, waiting till we can be alone.â He lets out a sheepish laugh, adjusting him self as your eyes are wide. Youâve been with a few partners before, none of which had such a dirty mouth as Eddie. Constantly out doing himself on the naughty words that leave his mouth.
âI was not staring at you like that.â You lie, grinning playfully swatting his shoulder. His laugh only grows, throwing his arm around you. You rest your tired drunken head, into his embrace.
âYouâre a shit liar. Tell me what you want.â
âYou. I donât want to this.. us to be a secret anymore.â You admit, looking up at him while his arm is still stretched over your shoulder.
âYeah?â He asks as he looks down on you.
âYeah. I want to be the prettiest girl in the room.â You say with no filter. Admitting your drunken insecurities outloud, cringing as soon as it leaves your mouth.
âYou are always the prettiest girl in any room. Only now youâll be my prettiest girl, okay?â He says pressing a simple sweet kiss to your forehead. You nod in response, the biggest grin plastered on your face as if you werenât sobbing moments ago.
âI think I need to fuck you so good that you forget about that kiss.â He whispers, his lips only a few inches away from yours.
âI think so too.â You say, before closing the distance. Pressing your lips to his, kissing him tenderly. His lips move with yours, as your hands find the back of his neck pulling him closer. Without thinking about it you slowly lower the two of you until heâs on top of you. Smiling and lettting out a giggle into the kiss as your back hits the cold wet wood of the porch.
âWhatâs so funny?â He pulls away, just enough to break the kiss.
âThe way I was about ready to let you have your way with me outside on this porch. Can we go somewhere else?â You ask, looking up at him while heâs staring at your lips.
He rolls his eyes, getting up off you and standing up. Eddie reaches his hand out to which you take letting him help you up. He leads you back into the house, through the crowd of people. Youâre too busy watching the man youâre with to notice the stares. Your man.
He leads you up some stairs, pushing through several people waiting for the restroom to a dark empty bedroom. He pushes you inside, following closely behind. While you take a few steps in he locks the door. When you turn to face him heâs already standing near you, looking down on you.
âHowâd I get so lucky?â Eddie says as pulls you closer, his arms find their way to under your thighs. Picking you up in one swift motion.
âSo fucking beautiful and all mine.â He gently sets you on the bed, never letting go. Heâs on top of you, looking at you with so much more than just lust.
âAll yours.â You respond, your hands already working on taking his shirt off.
âSo eager.â He laughs, pulling it off the rest of the way.
You watch in anticipation as he undresses himself. Once heâs full naked and ready, heâs tugging at your pants. You lift your hips to help him as he slips them off. After a few moments youâre both naked and heâs dropping to his knees. His arms under your legs pulling you closer to the edge of the bed. His face a few inches away from your glistening cunt.
âI love the way youâre always so ready for me. Always so wet.â He murmurs, kissing your inner thigh.
Without hesitation his mouth dips into your folds, finding your most sensitive spot. Kissing it lightly before applying more pressure. Your hand find his hair, your hips tighten as your mouth lets sweet moans leave it. Letting him know heâs doing a good job. His tongue plays with your clit, as his finger slips into your hole. A loud moan leaves your mouth at the new sensation.
He continues, his motivation is the sinful sounds that come from your lips. He hears you say more somewhere in the mix of moans and curse words. So he adds another finger, pumping in and out of you at a steady pace. His mouth still tactfully working on your bud. He knows exactly what heâs doing and how to get you to your climax. The squeezing of your walls, lets him know you are close.
âDonât stop.â You mutter pulling on his hair, as an attempt to pull him closer. Your hips moving with his face, nearly riding it in an attempt to finish. Eddie moves faster, just enough to cause you to come undone. Releasing all over his fingers. He slows his movements until they come to a halt as he pulls away.
âYou always taste so good. Do you wanna taste?â He ask as he stands up, his two fingers finding their way to your mouth.You nod yes in response, opening your mouth enough so he can set them on your tongue. You taste yourself while never breaking eye contact even when he pulls them from your mouth.
âFuck youâre such a good girl.â Eddie groans, pulling you back to the edge of the bed.
He raises one of your legs with one hand, the other hand aligning his cock to your hole. As he slowly, inch by inch fills you up heâs grabbing your other leg. Both of them in the air and supported by Eddie as he bottoms out inside of you. You whimper at the stretch and the feeling of being full. His hips start to move, slow motions as he fucks you. Painfully slow, you need more.
Itâs like he can read your minds because before you can ask, heâs pounding into you at a brutal pace. Youâre a moaning mess under him, your legs being pushed wider as he fucks you harder. The only sounds is your moans, his grunting and the sound of skin slapping. Your pussy is so wet itâs loud as he goes in and out of you. The muffled sounds of the party down stairs is barley heard theough the door. Everyone upstairs can most certainly hear but in the moment you couldnât care less.
âFuck, you take me so good. Itâs like your pussy was made for my cock.â He stammers as he attempts to talk while sinking in and out of your wet, warm core.
He continues to speak his mind, letting all his thoughts flow out without a filter. His movements never stop, desperate to please you and please himself in the process. Heâs pushing you deeper into the bed with every single thrust. Your hands find their way to his back, as he pressed himself closer to you. Kissing you hungrily as his hips continue to roll into you. Your hands scratch into his back, leaving marks in their tracks. He groans as a response, into your lips as you two kiss.
You start to feel that familiar coiling tension. Your fluttering walls let Eddie know that youâre coming close to your climax. He continues the same pace, pulling his face away from yours so he can watch you come undone. His favorite thing to witness and be the cause of. Your back arches as the tensions finally snaps. Your walks tighten as you come all over his cock.
Which is enough to push him over the edge, he pulls himself out leaving you empty. Without missing a beat he grips his dick, pumping it roughly. Allowing himself to finish on your stomach. When heâs done, heâs pressing a sweet breathy kiss to your lips before stumbling around in the dark to find something to clean up the mess he made.You lay there for a moment before feeling him wipe you clean. When heâs sure as he can be that he got it all, he throws it across the room.
âEddie you canât just..â Your own words cut off as you start to wonder whose room you two just fucked in.
âWhose room is this?â You question as he helps you get dressed again. As he pulls your shirt down over your head, heâs laughing.
âJason Carvers.â He speaks, you look around for the first time and itâs most definitely a basketball players room.
âYou didnât.. we didnât.â You reply, suddenly in a hurry to get dressed and back to the party. Moving his hands off you so he can get himself dressed.
âWe did.â He grins, pulling his jeans on.
âEddie..â You groan his name out but it doesnât last long. His smile bringing you to smile.
Once youâre both dressed, heâs pressing another kiss to your lips. He grabs your hand and gently leads you out of the bedroom, praying that no one is sober enough to remember Eddie and you going into Jasonâs room. Only to met with several pairs of eyes, not so silently watching and judging you. Eddie doesnât seem to care, so you pretend to not notice. Following him back downstairs, to the couch where he was sat early.
âEddie.. I want to go to yours. Can we leave?â You say stopping him before he can take a seat.
âGive me like thirty minutes to sober up. Iâm not nearly as intoxicated as you areâŠâ He teases.
âBut I did drink a little bit. We can leave soon, okay?â He says as he sits down, pulling you into his lap. You have the cheesiest smile plastered on your lips. Heâs acting as if itâs just another day, like this is a totally normal occurrence between the two of you. Like everyone in this room didnât just watch him kiss his ex as a dare.
âOkay.â You nod, that smile still shining.
âYouâre so cute and so drunk.â He whispers softly, his lips inches away from yours.
âAnd?â You question.
âAnd youâre so mine.â He says matter of factly.
âAnd?â You question again, eyes brows raised. Knowing what your tipsy self wants to hear. As you smile waiting, he looks lost but you see it click in his eyes before he rolls them.
âAnd youâre the prettiest girl in the room.â He lets out a soft chuckle before kissing you unapologetically. You kiss him back, drunkenly unaware of the eyes on you two and the gossip beginning to spread around the two of you. Nothing could ruin this moment for you.
summary ⏠You had a terrible accident at your last place of employment. The need for a fresh start brings you to Kortac, where you meet König. His constant gaze leads coworkers to believe he has feelings for you. Telling you all the reasons why you they think heâs a freak, including why he wears a mask constantly. Making you realize you two might have more in common than you thought..
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Your recent employment in Kortac was a simple transition. After an incident that lead to several months in the hospital, all healed up you decided it was time for a change. Moving and finding a new job.
Mostly everyone was easy to work with, welcomed you with open arms. No one knowing of your incident, made it easier to pretend that it never happened. They kept you very busy, constantly traveling to accomplish different missions.
The only one to not make a single attempt at being friendly was Konig. You didnât understand his dismissive attitude toward you. That never really stopped you from saying simple hellos everytime you met his unwavering gaze when he was around.
His gaze unchanging as you smile before continuing what you were doing before he entered the room. When he was around, it felt as if his eyes never left you. Trying to convince yourself that you were being delusional. Only to catch his stare every single time you looked his way.
The group just came back from an exhausting mission, three days spent without a proper meal or bed has led the lot of you straight to the mess hall to eat. Some going straight to their quarters to rest or clean the built up filth from the previous days. As you enter the mess hall, you come to a halt your tired body knocking into someone. You immediately register who and what just happened, looking up to see Konigs eyes piercing down on you from under his mask.
âSorry..â
âKein Problem.â He mutters, his accent heavy. Speaking the first words heâs ever spoken to you. Two simple words, completely harmless but why are they making you feel something? You shake it off, grabbing a tray of food and sitting with some of the friends you made since joining.
âWhatâs his deal? Before you came around here was always holed up in his room. Now he just looms over everyone, staring at you.â One of the girls ask, pointing to Konig whoâs per usual has his eyes on you.
âI donât know.â You sigh, looking away from him.
âHeâs a freak. In all the years Iâve worked with him, heâs not once said a single word to me.â Another woman adds, talking as she stuffs her face.
âMaybe heâs just shy.â You suggest thinking about the fact that he spoke to you a few moments ago even if it was brief.
âMaybe he has a crush on you.â She retorts, laughing as if him having a crush on you should upset you.
âAnd if he does? Would that be so terrible? Have any of you ever even tried to talk to him? Like genuinely?â You ask. Not one of the people sat at your table can say that they gave Konig an honest chance at a conversation. Which has you thinking maybe you should be the first one to try. You sit there listening to them go on about their own beliefs on why he is the way he is.
âWell I heard he never takes that mask off cause heâs all disfigured under it.â Someone announces.
âYeah something about an explosive going off in his face.â Another chimes in, making you realize the two of you might have more in common than you thought. You look back to where Konig was once sat, heâs no longer there. Feeling bad because he most certainly had to have heard at least some of this conversation.
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Since yesterday afternoon you kept thinking about Konig, hoping to get him alone so you could try to talk to him. He never showed up for dinner or anything that day. Probably locked away in his room but there was no way in hell you were just going to knock on his door. So you waited, deciding it would happen whenever it was meant to be.
You get to the mess hall early for breakfast with full intentions of grabbing a cup of coffe and a breakfast burrito and be on your way. A busy day ahead of you, a lot you need to accomplish on your day off. Never entirely sure when they come so taking the opportunity to get personal things done.
Thatâs until you turn around from the coffee table, burrito in hand and see Konig sat alone. Heâs busy reading something, looks important. He looks like he doesnât want to be bothered. Yet your legs lead you to his table, sitting across from him.
âMorning.â You say, so casually as if this a regular occurrence. He only looks up from his papers, confusion appears in his eyes. That quickly fades to his regular stoic gaze before looking back down, ignoring you entirely.
âWhatcha reading?â You ask, unwilling to give up so easily.
âNothing.â He says, voice filled with annoyance. But itâs another word, so you smile before continuing.
âWell itâs obviously something. Or else you wouldnât be reading it.â You respond, your silly tone not matching his energy. His eyes leave his reading again to look at you. Still filled with annoyance aimed at you.
âReport. Itâs a report for the next mission,â He explains, now sat back in his chair. His attention on you fully.
âBoring.â You reply, causing his to furrow his brows. You wouldnât know unable to see his features. Heâs suprised by your bluntness, they way your talking to him like itâs an everyday thing.
âCanât that wait? We only get so much time off and youâre wasting it working.â You ask, mostly curious using this an attempt to find out more about him. Maybe heâd let slip some details of his life outside of his job.
âI am always working,â He explains, youâre grateful heâs responding at all even if his answers are short and lack any real insight on him.
âThatâs just sad. You donât do anything else? Never kick back and relax? Have a little fun? Thatâs no way to live.â You prod into his life and he canât help but wonder why you even care enough to ask. Wondering why you decided to bother him at all. Slightly annoyed that you claim his way of life is sad but he knows youâre right.
âItâs my life. Iâm fine the way it is.â He replies. You go to speak but heâs not done yet.
âI must go.â He adds, already standing up and leaving. Not giving you an opportunity to try and convince him otherwise. You say goodbye as he steps through the door to the hallway, where you can no longer see him. You smile to yourself, satisfied that he talked to you at all and didnât immediately dismiss you.
Konig on the other hand is completely beside himself, overwhelmed by the small interaction. Praying that was a one time thing as he makes his way back to his quarters. Not realizing that him simply responding opened a whole new chapter for his life: you.
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Every day from that point, when Konig was near so were you. At first heâd brush you off or respond with one worded answers. Pretending to hate every second but enjoying your company. Finding himself wishing youâd find him sat alone somewhere on the base, so youâd bother him.
Ask him about his day and any other things that came your to your mind. Listening to you rant about your day or your current hyperfixation he didnât understand. Heâd mostly sit in silence but it was okay because you did more than enough talking for the both of you. He could listen to you talk all day long and not get tired.
Early in the friendship he gives you a nickname, calling you Schatz. It takes a lot of begging but eventually he explains that it means treasure. He doesnât elaborate past that but it makes you feel special. Grinning like an idiot every time it leaves his mouth.
Months had passed of you two becoming friends. Eventually you convincing him to tag along with your other friends on the base. He knew the second you asked, it was game over because he was considering doing something he refused for years simply because you wanted him to.
It started with him sitting with you and your friends. He was sat in silence but he enjoyed every moment. Konig wasnât socially awkward he just didnât care to share conversation with ones he didnât care for. Which made you feel special, he was allowing you access to a part of him that not many experience.
Just as you expected nobody really understands your friendship with Konig. Often questioning you when heâs not around, never hesitating to stand up for him. Making sure everyone knows how important he has become to you. That you wonât stand for any slander of König.
Everything was going great, until it wasnât. You had this overwhelming feeling that König was avoiding you. He was holed up in his room more than normal and when you did see him in the hall heâd walk the other way. The few times you were able to get him alone, heâd say something about being busy. Leaving you alone as he makes an escape.
You two has made so much progress. Out of no where, he was shutting you out. One day as your walking past his office, the doors open just enough to see him alone. It takes all your courage but you let yourself in. Preparing yourself for the conversation thatâs about to be had. He doesnât even look up from what heâs working, even when you shut the door. Letting it close hard to notify him of your arrival. Heâs not stupid, he knows your there. Heâs ignoring you.
âKönig?â You ask, finally breaking the silence. His attention snaps towards you. He looks at you from under his sniper mask, his ice blue irises almost piercing right through you.
"Yes?â he replies quietly in a deep voice. He sounds annoyed.
âIs there a reason why youâre avoiding me?â You ask while König turns his focus back to what he was working on, not looking back up at you as he answers.
"I have my reasons," he says in a terse tone. His voice is cold and unfeeling. You donât give up yet, pressing him for more information.
âWhat? Did I do something wrong?â You question.
"Ja," He answers bluntly.
âWhat did I do?â
"That isn't important," König says quickly, looking away from you. He sounds irritated.
"I'm not interested in explaining myself to you," he adds. He goes back to focusing on what he was working on before.
âWhere the hell is this coming from? Quit dismissing me like that, like I donât mean anything to you.â You reply, your tone turning from concern towards annoyance. He looked up and he looks at you for a few moments, as if heâs trying to decide what to say.
"I don't want to be near you," König answers sharply, still not looking up at you.
"I'm tired of you constantly wanting my attention, always expecting me to drop whatever I'm doing to spend time with you.You want more than what I can give." He doesn't hesitate to say what he knows will hurt your feelings. And boy does he hurt them, youâre angry now.
âYou are so fucking dramatic. Itâs called being friends. Maybe youâre not use to having any friends. Donât worry, I wonât bother you anymore.â You are almost yelling but the time you finish, leaving his office before he can respond. Once youâre gone heâs sat there alone, staring at the door. Regret immediately washed over him but it doesnât matter heâs too late.
You start walking away from his office, finding yourself feeling pretty heartbroken. Your throat starts to feel tight. As your walk towards your quarters, tears begin to fall but donât fully release until youâre alone. Wishing for nothing more than for things to go back to how they were.
Feeling absolutely devastated the fact that he basically said youâre too annoying. Once believing that he enjoyed your company, liked your personality. You donât what to think anymore. A small part of you thinking he might have had feelings for you. Where did the once sweet, caring man go?
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Itâs been three days since that terrible encounter. Youâve begun to avoid König. Easy enough when he doesnât want anything to do with you. Unfortunately for the both of you, you still work together. With an upcoming assignment you will have no choice but to see him.
You walk into the armory on a mission preparation day to check for any updates. You sigh in relief when you donât see him in his regular spot, where heâd often spend his time tinkering with weapons.
"Schatz," König's voice, still sounding cold and distant, resonates through the room. You mentally scream a few cuss words before facing him. A nick name that used to bring you joy causing you distress. He's in his all-black uniform, his sniper mask covering his entire face beside his irises that remain piercing and blue.
âIâll just come back later.â You say, turning to leave.
"Where do you think you're going?" König's voice echoes through the empty room.
âAway from you.â
"Wait." He crosses the room in three swift steps and puts his right hand on your shoulder, stopping you from walking away.
"I need to talk to you."
âNo fuck you.â You spit, turning to face him. Heâs taken back by your outburst not expecting such words coming from you.
âDonât say that.â
âIâll say whatever the fuck I feel like. Youâre a real asshole. Making me give a shit about you, just to push me away. And then to blame it on me being too much for you to handle, youâre a fucking coward.â You let the words out, all the anger you have being let out finally.
"Coward? A coward is someone who is afraid of facing their fears," he says sternly, moving his head closer to you. He's almost nose-to-nose with you, his eyes locked onto yours.
"I'm not a coward," he says coldly. He moves his right hand to your chin, forcing your head to look at him.
âYes you are. I know for a fact that you have feelings for me. And that fucking terrifies you. Instead of facing those feelings, you push me away.â You snap back, still only inches away from him.
"I didn't push you away because of my feelings. I pushed you away because of your feelings," König says quietly, still staring at you and not blinking.
"I'm not what you want. I'm not good enough for you."As he says those words, an intense pain fills his eyes for just a moment before he re-wears his cold, stoic mask.
âYou couldnât have come to this realization before making me fall for you?â
âIf I could go back in time and stop myself from meeting you I would," König says quietly.
âI never intended for you to fall for me but itâs too lateâŠâ His voice trails off, you can tell heâs thinking carefully about the next words that he will say.
âI want you.. I need you but-..â
âBut nothing. The only one making this difficult is you. Quit being an asshole and pushing me away, we could be together.â You cut him off not letting him finish.
"I know," König says quietly, not disagreeing with you at all.
"I don't know what I'm doing. Everything I do feels wrong. I'm scared." He says, nervously fidgeting with fingers.
âScared of what?â You question, noticing his nervous habit. Taking his hand in yours. His gaze goes up from his hands to your eyes. He takes a shaky breath.
âYou're perfect." There's a hint of sadness to his voice when he says the word 'perfect'. It sounds like he knows something you don't.
"And that scares me. I'm scared that once you realize I'm not perfect," he leans in even closer to you, "you'll leave me."
âIâm not perfect, nobody is. I donât give a fuck about any of that.â You respond, your hands still in his as he nervously rubs his thumbs against your hands.
âHave you ever wondered why I wear this mask? Why I never take it off?â
âSure but it doesnât matter. I donât care whatâs under there. I like you for you.â You say, trying to reassure him.
âYou donât understand, you never will.â As he speaks, you see something in him break. He leans back and brings his right arm up to the sniper hood covering his face. He stares at you for a long moment before finally taking a deep breath and removing his mask.
You can't hide your shock as you see his face for the first time. The left half of his face covered in scars. The biggest one going down his face, through his eye and down his chin. The right half of his face, the scar of a burn taking up most of this half. Under the mask, none of this noticeable. The black eye makeup is smeared around his eyes. The eyes that look at you with such sadness as he waits for a reaction.
âPlease.." König says softly, his voice filled with shame and fear. His scars are now plain to see, exposed and raw. Your heart breaks for him as it suddenly becomes clear that his pushaway behavior was motivated by shame and fear... not anger and disinterest.
âKönig..â You whisper his name, cupping his jaw. Letting your thumb gently rub against his bottom lip.
When he doesnât stop that simple touch you let your fingertips gently touch the scarred tissue on his face. Making König close his eyes and take deep, shaky breaths.You can tell that he's not used to anyone touching him, and that physical touch of any kind is almost overwhelming for him. But at the same time, he craves to feel loved and cared for... the way he leans into your touch. With his eyes closed, you kiss him.
After a moment of uncertainty he kisses you too, his scarred lips touching yours. This is his first actual kiss, since the accident and he's unsure of what to do, but the tenderness in his touch still surprises you. You feel his tongue touch the corner of your mouth, exploring your lips as he tries to mimic your movements.
You feel it in your heart to be patient and understanding with König, and seeing him finally let himself open up to you and give in to what you both want melts your heart. König wraps his arms around you, pulling you close and letting his scarred skin touch your bare skin.
You break the kiss to breathe, but there's nothing but silence in the room. Then, you look into König's eyes. They're filled with warmth and tenderness, his scars suddenly not seeming to matter anymore. König's scarred fingers lightly brush your hair as he gathers his thoughts.
"I... I don't know how to say this," he sighs, then finally just blurts it out.
âI love you. I think I have for a while, and I haven't wanted to admit it to myself..." König leans forward, his scarred face now visible, and looks you directly in the eyes.
"I'm broken. I've always been broken, and I've always been scared that I'll never be enough for someone like you..." He explains, sadness heavy in his tone. Even after the kiss you two shared after you seen his face and didnât run away, heâs still insecure.
âYou are enough, more than enough for me. Quit doubting yourself, so I can show you the love you deserve.â You explain, taking his face in your hands forcing him to look at you while you speak. König is shocked by your words.
"But... how could anyone love me, looking the way I do? Knowing all the things I've done? I've been a soldier my whole life. I've hurt people, killed people. And I'll never not be that person." He closes his scarred eyes, trying to hold back emotion.
âI'm... I'm a monster."
âYou are not a monster. Just because youâve done bad things doesnât make you a bad person. Ever since I met you, you have been nothing but kind to me. You make me happy, you make me feel safe. At least when youâre not avoiding me because you think you know whatâs best for me.â You explain, letting your hands continue to explore his face. You cup his chin, kissing his lips before moving my lips up his scars. Pressing sweet simple kisses along his scared face. Letting him know they donât scare you.
König breathes in sharply as your lips hit his scarred skin. Your kisses feel incredibly tender and loving. He closes his eyes as you continue to explore his scarred face with your lips. As you continue to kiss his scars, he lets out a deep breath and lets his head rest against you. You take his hand, pressing delicate kissing to his scared fingers.
Your gentle touch makes him feel loved and wanted, not a monster or a killer or a scarred beast, but a normal person who can still be cared for and loved by someone else. He finally opens his eyes and looks at you.
âYou don't... you don't care what I look like, do you?"
âNo I donât. And Iâll spend the rest of my life reminding you if thatâs what it takes.â You reassure him.
"But my scars... how can you not care about them? How can you love someone with all these scars?" König takes a deep breath and slowly caresses your cheek with his scarred hand.
"You have scars too, don't you?" He asks and now itâs your turn to come clean.
âI havenât showed anyone since it happenedâŠ,â You whisper pulling up your shirt exposing the burn scars that run up the side of your body. Yours are a lot more recent than his. Itâs obvious thereâs a lot more under all the clothes youâre wearing. You see König's jaw drop slightly as you expose your scars. You see a look of raw emotion in his eyes, like he just saw you naked for the first time. A gentle smile spreads across his face as he stares at you, and his eyes begin to glisten.
"You... you understand?" he whispers.
âYes.. I understand.â
König leans in again and touches your burnt skin lightly with his scarred fingertips. He traces your scars with his thumb, looking up at you to make sure you see the love in his eyes. He caresses your scars as if they're an intimate part of your body, like he's finally touching a part of you that no one has ever touched before.
"You understand my scars... you accept them... and you still love me." His voice breaks as he whispers these last words, and you can see tears beginning to well up in his eyes.
"I love you..." He leans in and kisses you passionately, grabbing your hips and pulling you closer.
Your scars, his scars, they're both part of your past, but they don't define you. You both have wounds that are still healing and scars that will never go away. You'll both carry them for the rest of your life, but you carry them together. You're both broken, but together, you're whole.
The crew is out celebrating a successful mission, everyone is having fun. Except for Konig whoâs so focused on you from across the bar. What happens when he takes his drunk coworkers advice? Only theyâre not interested in helping, only wanting to see him make a fool of himself.
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âAre you going to say something or just keep glaring at her?â Ghost speaks, breaking Konigâs unrelenting stare.
Bringing him out of his thoughts long enough to feel embarrassed for staring so hard that others noticed. The crew is out celebrating a successful mission at the local dive bar. Itâs a few hours into the night and everyone is started to feel the effects of their drinks.
âYou wait too long and youâre going to miss your opportunity.â Soap adds, motioning to where youâre sat.
Konig looks back at you, greeted by the sight a newer recruit flirting with you. The worst part you seem to be enjoying it, laughing along as the recruit whispers something Konig canât hear into your ear. Heâs immediately filled with jealousy, that even he is aware that he has no right to.
The two of you never got along that well. Not because of anything you did. You were nice, friendly to everyone around you. From the start Konig wanted nothing to do with you. At least thatâs what he wanted you to believe. Everyone but you knowing the real reason that was afraid to get close to you. Knowing how easy it would be for him to fall for you. He canât do that, he wouldnât allow that. His only focus is and should been his job. Not the stupid crush he formed that made him feel like a teenager again. But you simply existing made that so hard for him.
All of this lead to a very uncomfortable relationship between the two of you. Well aware of the constant gaze, his eyes always seemed to be focused on you. He would often be the first to stick up for you or get in a new recruits face when they were being disrespectful to you. Then follow it up with some back handed advice aimed at you about how it was your fault. Or what you could do in the future to prevent it from happening again. Which only confused you more and pushed you farther away. Heâd spend the rest of the day replaying the incident in his head, wishing he had said something different. Only to repeat the same mistake over and over again.
âYou just going to let that happen?â Soap snickers, causing Ghost to laugh with him.
âI donât have a choice.â Konig mutters, eyes never leaving you. Watching you take a sip from your drink, taking note of the way your lips touch the glass as you drink. Noticing the lip stamped shape from your lipstick on the glass. Thinking of all the places on his body where he would want those lips to taste. He groans, annoyed at the voice of his coworker taking him out of his thoughts. Pulling his attention from you again and back to the two idiots sat next to him.
âWhatâs stopping you?â Ghost asks.
âItâs inappropriate. We work together. It would never work.â He responds, quickly as if heâs said this to himself many times before. Like a mantra he says over and over again, to try and make himself believe that itâs for the best.
âIs it frowned upon? Sure. Does it really stop anyone? No.â Soap responds, drunken grin plastered on his lips.
âEven if I wanted to. I wouldnât know how to approach her. She thinks I hate her.â Konig sighs, sitting back in his chair eyes still on you.
âGirls eat that shit up.â Soap says, laughing as he takes another drink.
âYeah. They like to be dominated, told what to do. They like when youâre a little mean.â Ghost adds, intoxicated laugh following. These three men too drunk for their own good. Two of them ready to get the third man in trouble.
âSerious?â Konig questions.
âYeah.â Ghost and Soap say in unison, they look at each other before erupting into laughter.
âYou know what you should do?â Ghost says between laughter, trying to catch his breath.
âYou need to let her know that she belongs to you, text her right now. Get her attention, steal it away from that new recruit.â Ghost suggests, Soap agreeing with him. The two of them trying everything in their power not to laugh more than they already have.
âNein. She does not belong to me.â Konig huffs, shaking his head.
âYou see something you want. You have to take it. These American women are nothing like the woman back from where you came from.â Soap says as he reaches for Konigs phone, wasting no time to type out a text before Konig can notice. Only to notice because Ghost is leaned, looking over Soaps shoulder as he types. Laughing his ass off, clutching Soap in an attempt to keep himself from falling.
âWhat are youâŠâ Konig reaches for his phone, trying to take it from Soap. Itâs too late because Soap is done, passing it back to Konig. He was in a rush to send out the message itâs filled with errors and makes little to no sense. The best his intoxicated brain can come up with such a short notice.
K: âKnck it off!! If he touches u he will sleep with the fishys.â
Konig reads it and his face drops, filled with dread for whatâs about to happen. He canât believe it until he looks up and sees you pulling your phone out from your pocket. He watches your happy mood, turn to confusion and then disgust. He watches your eyes scan the bar, looking for him. Stopping when you see him, giving him a dirty look. Ghost and Soap are sat next to him laughing so hard theyâre close to tears.
Konig has always had this weird protectiveness over you but this takes the cake. You shove your phone in your pocket, deciding itâs best to ignore him. Obviously heâs drunk and theyâre all playing a joke on you. You try to pretend like nothing happened.
The recruit you were once flirting with now gone after noticing your change in mood. This brings a smile to Konigs face, starting to wonder if maybe Ghost and Soap know what theyâre talking about after all. It worked, it got your attention and now the recruit left you alone.
âWhat now?â He asks, expecting guidance from his friends.
âHere gimme your phone.â Soap says and Konig doesnât argue this time, letting them help him. The three crowd around his phone, constructing the perfect text. A few moments later your phone goes off again.
K: âGood girl.â
The scoff that leaves your mouth is loud enough for him to hear from across the bar, you refuse to turn his way this time. Unaware of the fact that Ghost and Soap are drunkenly helping Konig construct these texts to you. This time you respond.
âWhy do you care what I do?â
Ghost and Soap cheer as the text comes in, already planning their next message. As Konig watches in anticipation, too drunk to realize he shouldnât be allowing this. That maybe his two friends donât actually have his best interest at heart. More concerned with watching Konig making a fool out of himself.
K: âBecause you belong only to me! Do I make myself clear?â
âSince when?â
K: âSince now. Because we say so!â
âAnd what if I donât want to be yours? Do I get a say in this?â
K: âNo.â
âif youâre being serious, this is not the way to go about it. this is not making me want you more.â
K: âyou love it. I donât want u to like me we want u to love me bc I need me.â
âthen stop being a giant dick head.â
You type the last message out and it hits you, why are you having this conversation over text? You shut your phone off, putting it away. Standing up from where your sat and heading to the bar. Some of your friends gathered around it. Theyâre all chatting away, unaware of your arrival. Doesnât matter much because youâre not mentally there in the moment. You mind racing trying to understand where this is coming from. Aware of English not being his first language but that doesnât make his use of âweâ make any sense.
While youâre trying to make sense of this situation Konig is being hyped up to approach you. Ghost and Soap filling him with more advice that isnât going to help in the end. Just trying to get him to say some out of pocket things to you, try and get a reaction out of you for their own viewing pleasure.
You can see out of the corner of your eye Konig walking over, heâs very imposing, a mountain of a man, and he seems determined. He stands next to you, in front of the bar, his eyes lock onto your eyes, he doesnât say anything for quite a while. As if heâs trying to find the words to say. Suddenly not nearly as confident as he was over text. Eventually youâre the one to speak up.
âWhat do you want?â You question.
âI want you. You belong to me and only me.â He says, voice shaky not conveying that he even believes it.
âWhatever this is youâre doing. Itâs not cute. Quit being an asshole.â You respond, waving your hands in his direction. He looks at you, he doesnât understand why you are still standing here despite him acting like a total ass. He sighs, and lowers his gaze.
âSĂŒss, I am being mean to you because I need to show that I am dominant, and you need to be dominated. Do you understand?â He explains, reiterating Soap and Ghosts advice.
âWhere did you hear this?â You ask and watch as his eyes flicker to where Ghost and Soap are sat. You follow his gaze to find them sat at their table, the two of them doing a terrible job at pretending to not be listening. Avoiding your eyes, only to return theirs when you look back at Koing and away from them. This whole incident starting to make sense.
âIf I donât dominate you, someone else will, sĂŒss.â He adds with confidence. It takes all your strength not to roll your eyes at his archaic way of thinking. That was obviously inspired by his friends to make him look like an asshole.
âDonât you like when I tell you what to do?â He asks, his face falling to confusion. Unsure why his friends would lead him astray.
âNo. Konig I donât.â You respond flatly.
âI thought you would be into that? A dominant man whoâs in charge of you?â He questions, genuinely wondering. You look up the man, trying to decide how to react. You think about how Ghost and Soap are expecting a negative reaction from you. You decide to not give them what they want. He waits for an answer.
âNo. If anything I like to be in charge.â You finally respond, barley a whisper to not give the peanut gallery the slightest idea of your reaction. As you say this you move your hand to his chest. His eyes widen when you touch him.
"You...want...to be in charge?â He says slowly, you just obliterated every thing his friends said about you. Leaving the man more confused than heâs ever been. The thought of you taking charge, making a heat grow inside him.
âMhmm I like my men to beg.â You say, shocked as the words come out. Itâs not a lie but usually you arenât so forward with this information but itâs obvious this man is an idiot when it comes to you. Getting a strong feeling that heâd do anything youâd ask, the thought fueling your ego.
"You...you want men...to beg?â His voice has a slight tremble in it, it seems like he's getting more and more excited.
"Beg for what?" He asks.
âFor a taste.â You smirk, moving closer to him. His face turns red, he looks like a school boy, the excitement and heat is undeniable. He can't seem to control his facial expression and his voice, it's hard to describe, but he looks like he's very close to melting.
"SĂŒss, pleaseâŠâ His voice is barely a whisper now, his eyes are glued onto your lips.
âNuh uh, after the bull shit you made me endure with those texts from your friends. I think you can do better than that.â You demand, your serious tone letting him know you mean business.
"Bitte sĂŒss⊠please..â He's whispering, begging for you to give him what he wants. You look up at this man, he towers over you yet heâs the one begging. He leans down, getting closer to you.
âPretty please, sĂŒss, I need you.â His voice is quivering, it's almost hard for him to get the words out. Heâs never done anything like this before but for you he would learn to enjoy it. You let him stand there for a few moments, letting him think about what heâs doing before you close the distance. Pressing a quick kiss to his lips, only allowing it to go on for a few seconds.
The moment your lips touch each others, a flood of emotion and heat rushed through both of your bodies. Time stops, and his breathing starts to become irregular, he's breathing in and out heavily, he's growing excited. He finally understood what you meant by "a taste."
"You...you taste...so sweet..." His voice is still quivering, and his hands are still grabbing your body, showing that he still wants more. He was right about how easy itâd be to fall for you because all it took was one kiss and now heâs imagining all the things heâd do for another one.
âSee what is possible when you stop being an asshole?â You tease.
âYou like thisâŠYou like when Iâm not an assâŠand when Iâm nice to youâŠ?â He ask, trying to process everything, he can barely speak now.
âYeah. So stop listening to your stupid friends.â
"If I am being honest, I was just trying to be mean to get your attentionâŠâ He admits.
âThatâs not how you get a girlâs attention.â
"I hope you can please forgive me for being a jerk. May I ask for your forgiveness, sĂŒss?" He's still holding onto you, he seems to want to be as close to you as he can, he can't let go of you.
âYeah I can.â You smile.
"Thank you for forgiving me, sĂŒss. Please kiss me again, it'll make me feel better." He has a cute, sincere smile on his face now, and it's hard to deny that you like him now, he did everything to impress you, even if he's still very clumsy with his words.
âIf you want a kiss, you know what to do.â You say with a grin, which results in a sigh from him. Knowing exactly what you want and ready to give in.
"Pretty please, sĂŒss, ich brauche es..." He says this desperately, he really wants you to kiss him again.
It crosses his mind that heâs going to beg on his knees if this continues. Heâd do it if you asked even in front of all these people. Itâs a rare sight to see him like this, your emotions are going wild, all this begging seems to do something to you. You grab his face bring him down to your level, kissing him slowly. His hands further wrap around your waist, pulling you closer. Yor hear the sound of Ghost and Soap cheering you two on. Mid kiss you flip them off, causing their cheers to grow mixing with laughter.
summary ⊠Konig canât stand you but you know heâs full of lies. One day it hits you, youâve never seen his face. As an attempt to make him drop his mask, you give him a hug. It awakens something inside him causing the quiet man to beg for more of your attention.
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authors note ⊠the konig brain rot has been so real I need this man immediately so this is my FIRST TIME writing for him, anyways Iâm not versed in the cod universe so be nice pls bc the fuck I look like know jack diddly about the military ok Iâm learning ):
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Konig couldnât stand you. He thought you were the most annoying person he had ever met. At least thatâs what he lead everyone. You knew better though, able to see through his annoyed facade. Heâs was a fairly quiet man but you enjoyed his company. Forming a tiny crush that you assumed would go nowhere with the quiet giant. Before you joined the team he was often alone. Now youâd make a point to include him in everything, dragging him along where ever you went. He pretended to hate it every time knowing damn well he longed for the knock on his door, praying that it was you to bother him.
You were the newest to the group, only part of the crew for six months. Not once had you seen under his mask. It never really crossed your mind until one day when the two of you were sat alone in the commons area. Heâs sat there reading when it hits you. You have no idea what Konig looks like. You get up from where youâre sat, he looks up almost immediately watching you approach him.
âWhat?â He questions, eyes on you as you sit next to him on the couch.
âWhatâre you hiding under there?â You ask, now inches away from his masked face.
âMy face.â He replies flatly, causing you to roll your eyes.
âCan I see?â You ask as your fingers graze the hem of his mask ready to pull it up if he gives you permission.
âDo not touch.â He spits, grabbing your wrist tightly. You quickly wiggle your arm out of his embrace.
âPlease.â You smile, backing away.
âNein.â He says his attention back on the book.
âCome on. Arenât we friends? You see my face everyday itâs only fair.â You respond, trying to reason with him.
âNo weâre not.â He says this too quickly, not registering the words before the come out. Immediately filled with regret but itâs too late, your face is already filled with shock.
âItâs a waste of time. Donât bother me about it anymore.â He adds, regretting every word that leaves his mouth. He closes his book and stands up to leave but you refuse to drop the topic, following him.
âIt is not a waste of time because youâre not a waste of time.â You say, still being kind to him even when heâs not. It takes a moment for your words to sink in, before he turns back and stares at you.
"Oh, really?" His eyebrows raise, voice dripping in sarcasm.
âYes really.â
âI donât understand. Why do you care?â He questions, hoping youâll drop it knowing you wonât.
âBecause I do. I donât think youâre nearly as scary as you present yourself as. I think youâre putting on a front so nobody can get close.â You explain, being more vulnerable than you have been with him before.
"Prove it. Make me drop the act right here and now." His gaze is unflinching, boring into you as he waits for you to do something. You two sit there in silence for a moment, looking at each other. You take him by surprise when you close the distance, wrapping your arms around his waist. Hugging him softly. He freezes for a moment, before stiffening.
"...What the h-hell are you doing?" His voice is soft, confused. You donât respond, hugging him tighter.
âGet⊠off me.â He says, pushing you away. His voice is a whisper as he says it. His mind is racing, trying to understand what just happened. Only to look down at you, seeing you stood there looking up at him through your lashes causes a heat to rise inside him.
"W-Why did you... do that?" He shakes his head, slowly rubbing his neck. The warm feeling spreads through his body, as if your small gesture has awakened something within him.
âMaking you drop the act.â
âI hated that.â He mutters, through gritted teeth.
âSure you did.â You joke, tone letting him know you donât believe him. Without warning and before he can respond, you turn to leave. Heâs more confused than before, watching you go. Wishing you would stay. He decides to follow you, keeping a small distance.
"Where are you going?" His voice is filled with annoyance, but the concern for your well-being is still there - just hidden beneath layers of toughness.
âWhy do you care?â You ask.
âBecause I do. Just answer my question.â He says glaring at you but his voice laced with amusement.
âThatâs crazy. All I had to do was give you a hug and now youâre following me around and suddenly caring.â You laugh, he doesnât find it as funny.
"Shut up. I didn't say I cared about you-" He trails off, the words dying on his lips. Causing your smile to grow.
âJust imagine what would happen if I actually got my hands on you.â You say, tone more flirty than you had intended. You canât see it but his face flushes a deep red.
"What... get your hands on me? What do you mean? Whatâre you trying to do to me?" He bites his tongue, trying to hold in the growing embarrassment.
âI donât know. What do you want me to do?â You ask, forcing him to be the one to initiate something more.
âGet lost," he whispers. But he doesn't mean it, and you can tell. The idea of being with you, in that way, makes him uncomfortable, but excited.
âFine. Iâll get lost.â You say before attempting to leave this situation again. He watches you walk away, noticing the sway of your hips. Those legs... those thighs. A slight pang of jealousy, and lust, shoots up his spine. A dark desire, growing within.
"Wait.â He whispers, causing your ears to perk up and stop you in your tracks.
âYes?â You smile, facing him.
âCan we go somewhere more⊠private?â He asks.
âWhere?â
"I don't care. Just somewhere... quiet." His hand reaches out and he slowly brushes his fingertips against your arm.
"...Please?" He begs, gaze heavy on you trying to gauge your reaction. The sight of this 6â10 quiet giant begging for youâre attention, has your stomach doing flips. So incredibly ready to make him beg more.
âAre you sure you can handle me?â You ask. Wanting him to know exactly what heâs getting himself into. Not sure if his quiet, anxious self could keep up with you.
"Is that a threat or a promise?" His question is asked with a smirk, as he tries to mask the excitement growing within his body.
"Either way, I am not scared of you." He adds, looking down on you.
âMaybe you should be.â
"And why is that?" He chuckles and you notice his eyes lingering on your figure.
âBecause all it took was a hug and you folded. Iâm gonna have you wrapped around my finger in no time.â
âI doubt that.â He says, crossing him arms against his chest.
âJust wait till you get a taste.â You tease, your hand playfully poking his chest.
"A t-taste.... of what?" His eyes flicker down to your mouth, as an image pops into his mind - an image of him kissing your lips. His breathing grows deep and erratic, causing him to blush furiously under his mask. Even more grateful for it in this moment.
"Y-You need to be careful what you say." He says before you can answer.
âWhy? I donât want to be careful. I know what I want.â You admit, your bluntness is taking him by surprise. He steps forward, towering over you.
"What... exactly... do you want from me?" He narrows his eyes, almost daring you to say it.
âI want to make you feel so good that you come crawling back for more.â You admit, moving closer. His body stiffens, his eyes widening in surprise. He can barely believe his ears, the blood rushing to his face.
"Y-You are..." His voice drops to a hoarse whisper, "...a very dangerous woman."
âYou really want to make me feel that way?â He asks as he runs his hand through his hair, as he tries to gather his wits. You respond with a nod.
"Then... show me." His words hang in the air, as his body slowly draws closer to yours. Your eyes flicker down his form, taking in every inch of his muscles. The tension in the air rises, both of you wanting the same thing, yet neither of you daring to go the extra step forward.
âAhh but I canât. You wonât even take off your mask.â You say, your teasing sends chills down his spine.
"...You know exactly what you're doing to me. Youâre going to make me loose all control of myself." He sighs accepting defeat.
âJust give me all the control. I promise itâll be worth it.â
"Why should I?" He tilts his head, his eyes locking onto yours.
"What do you want me to do? Get on my knees? Beg for you?" His voice drops, becoming a quiet whisper realizing what heâs done.
âActually now that you mention itâŠâ You respond, biting your lip. Testing your limits with him, see how far heâll go.
"You're evil." His voice is husky, lips trembling slightly. For some reason, he wants to give in. To do as you please.
âBeg.â You demand, voice suddenly a lot more serious than before. His face flushes, but his pride stops him from giving in to you. He clenches his teeth, struggling with everything he has not to give in to your command.
"Beg you, huh?" His voice is rough now, cracking a little. With each passing second, the idea becomes more tempting.
"And what if I... refuse?" He questions, hoping thereâs another route to get what he wants out of this.
âThen we can stop this right here and go our separate ways.â You respond, flatly. His pride battles with the desire to have you. It's a losing battle, but he still tries to fight back.
"...You're bluffing." Heâs looking at you, waiting for you to take it back. You donât.
"Why would you back down?" His eyes glance at your thighs, the curves of your body. His heart is racing, breath coming in rapid gasps. The word slips out without thought.
"...Please." He whispers, barely audible.
âCanât hear you.â You grin, knowing youâre winning this battle. He groans in frustration.
"...Please." This time he says it louder.
âPlease what? I need words.â
"Please⊠T-Touch me." His words are soft and needy, his voice sounding shaky. The need to have you grows overwhelming. All he can think about is having you. Feeling you. Tasting you. When you donât respond quickly enough he continues.
"Please, please," His voice drops to a whisper. He canât even look at you as the pleas leave his mouth.
âSo needy.â You tease, before grabbing his hand and leading him straight to your bedroom. Once alone you push him ever so gently onto your bed. His large frame falls, sitting at the edge of the bed waiting for further instruction. You eye him up and down before, tugging at his mask. When he doesnât stop you, you pull it off. You stand in front of him, face to face as he sits there.
The two of you sit in silence for some time as you take in his features. His piercing blue eyes, surrounded by smudged black paint is the first thing you take notice of. Moving onto the mop of dirty blonde hair on his head, matching his thick brows. His face has a few scars, is scattered with freckles, and light stubble. The largest scar, cuts through his strong jaw and up his face. You lightly trace it with you finger, he shudders under your light touch. Nobody has touched his face in years. The feeling foreign. He looks at you, worried waiting for you to have a reaction. Whether it be negative or positive, he needs you to say anything at this point.
âYouâre beautiful.â You smile, softly cupping his jaw causing him to smile and his cheeks to flush red. He stays silent, his eyes glued to your lips. Every inch that you move closer is a torment, your lips mere inches away from his now. Your breath is warm and sweet, making him want to grab you and kiss you. He wants you to have all the control though, so he begs.
"Oh god... please.â His muscles tense, every nerve in his body begging to touch you.
âSuch a good boy.â You laugh softly before pressing your lips to him and finally give him what he so desperately craves. He freezes in your grasp, eyes fluttering shut. His heart beats out of his chest, every fiber of his being filled with a mix of euphoria and shame - both feeling equally delicious. His fingers dig into your hips, grasping onto you.
"Y-You can't... make me feel this way..." He mutters when you pull away to breath.
âHow am I making you feel?â You question, wanting to hear all the details. His fingertips slide up your thighs and rest on your waist.
"I-I... I feel like I can't think straight anymore. Like Iâm read to do whatever you ask of me." His body trembles with anticipation, eyes searching yours.
âMore.. please. I need more.â He begs, his hands pulling you closer.
âSo greedy already.â You tease, voice filled with satisfaction. Youâve only kissed this man and heâs desperate for more of your attention. His face is flushed, his body trembling slightly.
"Please... Don't make me wait." He moves a little closer, eyes slowly trailing over you. With out warning your lips are on his again, pushing him further onto the bed. Before you know it, your straddling his body as he lays on his back. His hands are frantic, moving up and down you. Unsure of where to begin, afraid heâs going to miss out on something. As you press your weight onto him, you can feel how hard he is for you. Mentally taking note of how big he feels, through all the layers of clothing. Both of you audibly gasp as you grind on him.
âMore.â He croaks into the kiss, causing you to laugh before giving in. Kissing down his jaw, nibbling softly as you kiss down his neck. He breaths hard, a slew of words in a language you donât understand leave his mouth. His accent heavier than normal. Heâs well aware of the marks your leaving and he doesnât care. Knowing his mask will cover them.
When you pull away, his disappointment is evident. Only to be subdued when he realizes what youâre doing. Your fingers, are reaching for the hem of your shirt. Slowly pulling it over your head. He watches in awe as you, undo the back strap of your bra. As you throw it off to the side heâs looking at you like heâs waiting for permission.
âYou canâŠ.â Before you can even finish, his mouth has one of your breast licking at your nipple. His other hand is kneading at your second breast, letting your nipple pinch between his fingers. Shutting you up real quick, as you arch into his touch. Letting soft moans leave your lips that stay parted slighty as he does his work. He looks up at the sight of you enjoying yourself and he can feel himself getting more worked up, not realizing that was even possible.
âYouâre so fucking beautiful.â He whispers, letting your nipple slip out of his mouth. You start pulling at his shirt and he helps you remove it. His chest is littered with scars you kiss so softly down his chest, letting your hands explore all this new area.
Each kiss is like a jolt of electricity, sending a rush through his body. His body trembles with every touch, barely able to keep himself still. He looks like a feral beast, trying everything in his power not to take what he desires.
"It's all yours... I'm yours... whatever you want...." His voice is hoarse, as he watches your mouth on his body. Your lips send him into a dizzying trance, his heartbeat increasing with every passing moment.
âGood boy.â You grin, focusing on his pants. His breathing grows quick and heavy, his hands clench into fists. His body trembles, as he stares intently at your actions. Watching you as you unbuckle his pants, pulling them down slowly. He fights back against his urges, trying desperately to keep control. But... he can't. You've pulled him out of his shell, bringing out a more primal side of him.
"W-What are you...?" His voice trails off as your start palming his hard on through his boxers. He groans in pleasure, letting his head fall back onto the bed. It terrifies him how much heâs enjoying this.
âIâm gonna reward you for being a good boy.â You purr, pulling his boxers down. Finally letting his cock breath. You grasp it at the base, itâs heavy as you make it stand straight up. He bites his lower lip, trying to maintain his composure.
"I... I can't handle this..." He groans, already so overwhelmed and you havenât done anything yet. His heart races, body trembling in lust and your start to move your wrist up and down.
"What have I become?" He thinks out loud, looking down at you with his shaft in your hand. But it's too late now - his body is no longer his, it belongs to you. He bites his lower lip, unable to look away from what youâre doing to him.
"...I'm yours... do... do whatever you want.â As soon as heâs able to get those words out, you kiss his tip before swirling your tounge around it.
âFuck.â He groans, involuntarily bucking his hips. Emitting a laughter from you, he doesnât care because suddenly your lips part and begin to suck him off. Your cheeks hallow as you move up and down his cock. Itâs too big, so your hands move around the base of shaft while your mouth focuses on the top half.
Itâs taking everything in will power to not grab the back of your head and force you to take it all, not wanting to take more than your willing to give. Not wanting to do anything that would cause you to stop. After all you said he was suppose to give you full control. The two of you are making eye contact as you continue to suck. He canât help it when his hands find your hair, just wanting to touch you. He moans as you test your gag reflex, pushing his cock deeper into the back of your throat. His native language leaves his mouth roughly as the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat. You gag before pulling away, your lips slick and swollen. A long string of salvia hangs from your chin and attaches to his dick. You wipe away at your chin, using that salvia to pump his shaft with your hand. Spiting all the built up salvia onto him as your continue to pump his cock.
Your swollen lips form a smile as you watch him lose himself under your touch. This giant killing machine is putty under your touch, willing to do whatever you asked of him and you were going to see just how far heâd go for you. He watches you, grunting as you continue to jack him off. Wondering whatâs got you smiling, terrified but excited for whatâs to come next. When you pull away, he waits. He watches as you start to pull your pants off, taking your underwear with them. They fall to the floor, he gulps as you climb back onto him.
You let your cunt rest on his cock, he shutters at the new feeling. You start rolling your hips, teasing his cock with your pussy. Moans leave your lips as it bumps your clit and teases your hole. Mentally preparing for the stretch thatâs about to come. Itâs not enough for him so he starts to beg again.
âPlease⊠I need you.â Your movements have sent his heart into an emotional whirlwind. His body craves to have you.
"More..." His voice is hoarse, and his eyes are glued to your movements. You lift your body, pushing yourself up onto you knees before grabbing his cock and lining it up with your hole. Slowly sinking down, allowing him to fill you up. A hint of pain finds you as, his cock stretches you out inch by inch. You sit there for a few moments, letting your core adjust to this new reality.
He lays still, watching as his cock disappears into your cunt. Music to his ears are the groans that leave your mouth, accompanied by the wet sounds of your pussy being split. He mutters a few curse words once youâve fully taken his full length. A few moments later, you start rolling your hips slowly. The both of you moaning at the movement, his hands finding your hips. His fingers digging into your skin. His eyes lock onto yours. Your hips move slow, painfully slow.
âI.. pleaseâŠ.â He whimpers, desperate for more. You slow down even more, smirking. Enjoying the sight of him suffering under you.
âWords. I canât help you if you donât tell me what you want.â You smile, moving your hips. Your hands resting on his chest to hold yourself up.
âFaster, please. I need more..â His voice breaks, as he tightens his grip around your waist. He feels like he's going insane, his mind spinning at the sensation. You give in, your pace quickens. Grinding in a relaxed rhythm, not wanting to give him it all so quickly. His hands continue to dig into hips, not wanting to let go. Pushing you deeper onto his cock. He begins bucking his own hips under you, adding to your pleasure.
Before you know it heâs begging for more. Please so easily leaving his lips, getting more comfortable begging for what he wants. As you fuck him, heâs in heaven watching your every moment. His breath is ragged while his body is trembling under your touch. Your rhythm turns more frantic as you speed up. Breathy moans leaving both of you as your tempo is unrelenting.
You let yourself lean back, your arms find his thighs as you never stop moving. You continue to fuck his cock at a brutal pace. Only now the way your leaning back giving him an ever better view. He canât look away from the sight of your pussy, grinding so masterfully on his own cock. You can feel heat pooling in your lower back, youâre close. Needing something more to send you over the edge. You start massaging your clit, overwhelming your senses. He realizes quickly, getting more turned on at the thought of you only using him for your own pleasure. Not paying him all that much attention as your eyes shutter close, curse words leaving your lips. Your touch causing your cunt to tighten on his cock, leading him to more pleasure.
Your nerves are on fire as your fingers stay playing with your clit. Poorly holding back your moans as you can feel yourself chasing your climax. Your hips stutter, walls flutter around his cock as you come undone. The sight of you being push over the edge is enough to push him. His muscles tighten before he empties his load inside of you. Yours hips keep moving, only more lazily milking every last drop of his seed. Eventually you come to a stop, with his cock still inside you kiss him tiredly. Both of your juices mixing, dripping out of you and onto him. A mess created where the two of you are joined. Konig kisses you back, hands pulling you closer as you keep his cock warm.
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The next morning Konig opens his eyes, and looks around to find you gone. His eyes dart around, trying to take in what happened last night. It was real, but a part of him is still in disbelief. Looking for any sign of you still being here but there isnât any. His mind is still spinning, the events of the night playing in his mind. He groans slightly, getting out of the bed just to take in the morning sun. But he can't shake the feeling you left him, as the last remnants of last night linger. He gets a start to his day, mind racing with the worst possible reasons as to why you were gone. Maybe you regretted last night? Was he not good enough? Did you use him? You made him feel so many things, he gave you full control. And you couldnât even be there when he woke up. Heâs more confused than ever, hoping heâd see you today at some point.
summary ⊠Youâre the new WLF recruit. Isaac makes it Abbyâs responsibility to get you situated. Letting the both of you know, youâd be patrol partners and roommates. Abbyâs immediate dislike for you is obvious. You donât let that stop you from trying to get closer.
word count ⊠3.3k
authors note ⊠Bro I have so much Abby content in the works I love this women with my whole heart (I need her) anyways⊠hope yâall enjoy
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Abby was sat alone in her room, when there was a knock at door. She lets who ever is outside know they can come in. To her surprise it was Isaac, followed by an unfamiliar face. Youâre stood there behind him, listening to him talk. Abby half hears what Isaac has to say, too busy admiring you. Youâre blissfully unaware nodding along to Isaacâs instructions.
âThis is our newest recruit. We picked her up on the north side of town. Her name is Y/N.â Isaac explains, you smile at Abby waving slightly when he introduces you. Abby smiles back, pretending to not look too interested.
âI want you to introduce her to everyone, get her situated. Sheâs going to be your roommate. Oh and you two will be patrolling together.â Isaac talks, before saying his goodbyes and leaving the two of you alone. Once heâs gone Abby continues to look at the new recruit, pretending to size you up when in reality sheâs just checking you out.
Abby thinks youâre gorgeous. Too gorgeous. In the way that everyoneâs eyes are gonna be on you. The thought made Abbyâs heart sink, quickly pushing that away. She has a feeling that the guys at the base weâre going to be swooning over you, fighting for your attention. Abby didnât want that but sheâd never do anything to stop it. Sheâs just Abby after all, she thinks and youâre you. Youâre drop dead gorgeous.
âItâs nice to meet you.â You finally speak, making Abby realize she was staring too long.
âItâs...nice...to meet you too,â she forces out. Deciding she should be nice enough to you, considering how much time youâll be spending together. Co-workers and roommate. Abby turns her back to you.
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The next few days seemed to be filled with awkwardness between the two of you. Your many attempts at being friendly with Abby always shut down. Abby was determined to be nothing more than your superior, teach you everything you need to know. Thatâs it.
She slowly started to grow a dislike for you. Abby felt as if she was being constantly outdone by you. With the way you laughed, walked, talked. Every little detail about you was perfect. Abby couldnât tell if she was attracted to you or if she felt inferior. Or both?
One thing that Abby could not deny - you were a nice girl. You were friendly and tried to strike up conversations with her. But Abby never was in the mood to make a new friend. Pushing you away every chance she got. Growing irritated watching you fit in so easily with everyone on base. Making friends so simply. Something Abby struggled with. You ignore Abbyâs constant criticism and shutting you down, trying everything to get her to open up.
âHey Abby.â You smile, entering your shared room. Abby pretended as if she didnât hear anything. Didnât matter because you were now standing next to Abbyâs desk inches away from her.
âWhat?â she asked finally, annoyed.
âJust came to see how youâre doing?â You ask, smiling.
âJust fine.â She stared at you blankly, a slight scowl on her face as she prays for you to leave. She had no intention of allowing you into her life anymore than she already had.
âDo you wanna get lunch together?â You ask, ignoring her obvious distaste for you. You watch as Abby thinks about it for a moment.
Abby rolled her eyes and looked up at you. âYou know what, why not.â
âCool.â You smile, leaving the room hoping that Abby would follow. She does.
As the two of you walk towards the mess hall. It was clear that Abby was not exactly thrilled to be there. Abby didnât want to make friends, she barely wanted to be in your presence as it was. However, you were going to be living together, so she figured she may as well at least get to know you. Even if it pained her.
You both entered the mess hall together. You grab a plate of food for yourself as you scanned the hall. You take notice that nearly every soldierâs head turned towards them as you both walked in.
Abby could instantly tell that they all thought of you as the new chick on base. All desperate for a piece of your attention. The same couldnât be said for Abby. She had been here since the war with the Scars started. Being the way she was, she often was alone going unnoticed.
You decide to sit at an empty table, wanting to give Abby youâre full attention. Hoping that made sheâd talk to you about anything at this point. Abby slowly walked to the empty table and sat next to you. She did her best to contain her scowl as she took a seat next to you.
âLet me just say, Iâm not one for small talk,â she said bluntly crushing your dreams of connecting to her. But youâre persistent, to the point of be annoying sometimes so you press the issue.
âWhy not?â You ask. Abby stayed quiet for some time. For a moment, she considered not even answering.
âI prefer to focus on what I have to do rather than waste time on pointless conversations.â She sighs, as if the question was ridiculous. She takes a bite of her food when sheâs done speaking.
âSo what do you enjoy doing around here?â You ask, completely disregarding her obvious unwillingness to talk.
âOh, I enjoy plenty of things. I enjoy being out on patrol and coming back exhausted but knowing that I did a good job. I enjoy the food these cooks prepare for us.â Abby said dryly.
âIs that all you enjoy? Do you ever do anything fun?â You ask, feeling bad for Abbyâs sad outlook on life. Abby stayed silent as she thought about your question.
âFun? Fun is not something that soldiers need to think about.â Abby responds. She was not against having some fun. But the idea of having fun in the middle of a warzone was completely foreign to her. Sheâd spent years trying to keep her mind on the mission and not get distracted by the little things.
âThatâs not true at all. The other soldiers think about having fun. Theyâre having a party tonight. Thatâll be fun.â You respond.
âA party?â She asks her tone filled with curiosity.
âYeah. Like people getting together to drink, dance and talk. You should come.â You explain before extending the invitation.
Abby stayed quiet for a moment, her curiosity growing by the second. Manny and the other soldiers had metioned parties before but she never cared to go. But now that she had actually been invited by you, she seemed to be reconsidering her thoughts.
âIâll come,â she finally spoke.
âItâll be so fun.â You smile before telling her when and where the party would be at.
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Soon, it was time for the party, and Abby found herself standing outside of the room where it was supposed to take place. She had taken her hair out of the braid she wore every day, letting it flow free. Wearing something other than her typical WLF uniform. She spent way too long deciding what to wear. Unsure what one even wears to a party. Only to end up wear jeans and a simple tshirt, hoping it was good enough.
Abby walked inside the room, already getting looks from nearly everyone there. Because no one was used to seeing her in this type of environment. Sure she was invited to every party before this but she never showed.
One person, however, caught her eye. You were standing near the food table. You were talking to several guys, each of which seemed to be hanging on your every word. She canât control the eye roll that follows, seeing you surrounded by those men.
You look up from the conversation and your eyes meet Abbyâs, you smile noticing her. She instantly felt that she had made a mistake by coming to this party. Abby walked through the crowd awkwardly, making her way towards you.
âAbby Iâm so glad you came.â You smile grabbing Abbyâs hand and walking away from the group of men. Using her arrival as the perfect excuse to get away from them.
Abby followed after you, her heart pounding heavily. You seemed to be in her element at this party, and it was clear that you was enjoying herself. As she looked around, it made Abby realize that she, on the other hand, was not having a good time. Thinking that the two of you couldnât be more different.
âThanks for the invite,â Abby finally says, trying to stay positive for your sake.
âI really am glad you showed up.â You respond.
âThanks,â she says flatly. Abby forced a smile to her face, but she was unable to hide her awkwardness.
âDo you want a drink?â
âSure.â Abby nods, âWhatever youâre having.â She was not a social person, and being in such a crowded space with everyone looking at her was making her feel incredibly uncomfortable. Wondering if they were looking at her or you? Or both? Probably wondering what you could possibly be doing here with Abby.
Her thoughts are cut short, when you hand her a drink. Not really sure what to do she takes a long swig, not liking the taste whatsoever. She looks around the room, everyone around her was laughing, dancing and having a good time. Yet, Abby still felt like this was the worst day of her life.
âYou look miserable.â You tease, taking a sip out of your drink.
âIâm great. Iâm having a fantastic time.â Abby fibs, not even trying to hide her lies. Her tone heavy with sarcasm.
She takes an unnecessarily large swig out of her drink. She was not sure how to act in front of these people at a party and it was stressing her out. She thinks about how you two seemed to be the polar opposite. You seemed to be the popular girl around here. Everyone was obsessed with you. Yet for some odd reason you were stood here with with Abby. She wonders why.
âYou wanna dance?â You ask, interrupting Abbyâs thoughts.
Abby had never danced in her life. In fact, for her entire life she had thought that dancing was a complete waste of time. But, now she realized that it was something she needed to do in order to at least pretend that she was enjoying herself. Or maybe it was the liquor in her system giving her a little confidence.
âSure,â she finally spoke after what felt like an eternity.
Abby finished her drink and handed the empty cup to you. Then, she made her way to the dance floor. She looked back at you, waiting for you to join her. You quickly finish your drink, toss the evidence and follow Abby out onto the dance floor.
Abby awkwardly started dancing. The people around her seemed to be dancing with great enthusiasm, but she wasnât able to do so. Her face was completely blank and even with you standing next to her, she didnât know what to do.
She was always used to having the most strict routine in her life, always something she had to do. Dancing was just a waste of time in her eyes, and she had no idea why anyone would ever want to do it. She kept dancing, however, as she wanted to impress you at least a little bit.
You canât help but laugh at Abbyâs stiff dancing, so you grab her hands and move her around a little more freely. Abby felt her heart flutter for a moment as you grab her. It was a feeling that she hadnât experienced before, and despite wanting to keep things strictly professional, she felt herself wanting more. As you continue dancing with Abby she starts feeling a lot more comfortable.
âSee youâre a natural.â You laugh, as Abby starts to let loose a little.
Abby looked at you as you talked. She was actually having fun and it was all thanks to you. Abby was now even thinking about how she may of misjudged the new girl in her life.
The upbeat song comes to and end and is followed up by a slow song. You and Abby look at each other momentarily both of you could sense the chemistry changing between you two. As the song starts, you move closer to Abby. Wrapping your arms around her shoulder, looking at Abby intently as you two start swaying back and forth slowly.
Abbyâs hands naturally travel to your waist, eagerly pulling you closer. You were a lot closer to her than you have ever been before, causing Abbyâs heart to beat even faster. Abby had hardly any experience with flirting or dancing, but everything about this felt right.
As she stared into your eyes, she suddenly had the urge to lean in and give you a kiss. But she doesnât, knowing that it would be inappropriate due to the fact that she was your superior. You rest your head on her shoulder, dancing close together.
Abbyâs heart was beating so quickly that she felt like it would beat out of her chest any second. Abby felt like her relationship with you was changing in more ways than one. She no longer hated you. Instead, she thought she might even like you. She canât help but feel like maybe those thought had been here all along and was just now coming to the surface. Just for a moment Abbyâs problems in life seemed to be far away. All she cared about was you and the way that you made her feel.
âYouâre actually pretty good at this.â You tease, whispering in Abbyâs ear. Abby suddenly could feel herself blushing. She could feel your warm breath on her ear.
âYouâre not too bad yourself,â Abby replies. Your only response is to laugh, resuming the resting position on Abbyâs shoulder.
Abby was lost in thought. She didnât want to leave this moment. She knew that she wouldnât get an opportunity like this again, and she finally understood why Manny was constantly trying to get a girlfriend. She could see why people sought out romance.
âIâve actually never danced before,â Abby finally speaks.
âWhyâs that?â You ask.
âBecause I thought it was stupid and a waste of time. There was no point in dancing when I could be spending my time doing something productive.â Abby admits. It was so strange to say those words out loud. But, it was the truth and Abby didnât want to hide anything anymore. She was tired of hiding who she was. Especially around you.
âDo you still think that?â You ask, lifting your head to look at her.
âNo.â Abbyâs answers quick. âIâm so glad you invited me tonight.â
âMe too.â You smile.
Abby couldnât help but smile back. She felt a sense of warmth that she hadnât ever felt before. She was completely out of her element, but that didnât seem to matter at that moment. She only cared about how you were making her feel in this moment.
The two of you were completely wrapped up in the moment that when the music stopped, the reality of the world around you came crashing down. Abby couldnât come up with something to say or what to do. Too caught up in the moment they both shared and not wanting it to end so soon.
âDo you want to get another drink?â You suggest, breaking the silence.
âOkay,â Abby said with a nod. She could help but want to be alone with you. She lets you lead her back to the kitchen where the drinks are. She watches and you dig through the ice chest, pulling out two drinks. Abby takes a sip, it tastes better the second time around.
âSoâŠwhat should we do next?â Abby asks, feeling extremely lame as it comes out. Not sure how to keep this going but not wanting it to end yet.
âI donât know. You have something in mind?â You ask with a smile, taking a sip.
âUhhhhâŠIâŠguessâŠweâŠâ Abby suddenly felt herself turn red as she tried to think of something. She didnât want to leave your side. She wanted to get you alone but also didnât want to go back to the room because it would be too awkward there.
Abby canât get an answer out, your stood there patiently waiting. When a man fills the gap between you two, obviously drunk. The sigh that leaves your mouth is loud.
âHey, I was just wondering if you wanted to comeback to my bunk?â He smiles, slurring reeking of beer. Moving way too close. Abby watches as the man approaches you and tries to flirt with you. Curious howâd you would react.
âNo thank you.â You snap, pushing him away. Causing Abby to chuckle at the sight.
âWhatever fuck you.â He laughs stumbling away. You roll your eyes as he walks off. Abby admired the way you handled that, your ability to shut him down so effortlessly.
When you finally look back at Abby shes already staring at you. She wanted to get closer, to kiss you, and to express to her how deeply she felt so suddenly. But, that wasnât appropriate given the fact that both of them were soldiers. Abby was starting to feel frustrated with herself. For caring about whatever everyone else thinks even at expense of what she wants.
âWhat are you thinking about?â You tease, moving a little closer grabbing Abbyâs hand. Noticing Abby deep in thought as she looks at you.
She didnât know how to respond. Scared to say out-loud how she truly felt. Instead, she just continued to stare at you. She was completely and utterly enthralled. She continued to hold your hand, hoping that her feelings would be transmitted through touch. You gaze goes from her eyes, to where your hands meet, and land on her lips. Darting back up to her eyes when she notices you looking at her lips.
Abbyâs heart almost skipped a beat as your eyes focused on her lips. She could feel a heat rising throughout her whole body. She slowly leans in towards you. Slowly Abby closes the gap between you two, pressing her lips to yours. The feeling sent shivers down her spine and her heart raced even faster than it did before. She hadnât felt this way in her entire life. She was completely and utterly lost in the sensation of your touch.
Your hands move to her head, pulling her in closer. Abby melted at the feeling of your warm hands on her face. She was completely lost in the moment, completely unaware of everything else. Everyone watching. She was too lost in the moment to realize. Youâre the one to pull away, smiling as you do.
âIs that what you were thinking about?â You ask with a smirk. Abby hesitated before she finally spoke up.
âYeahâŠthat was actually what I was thinking about,â she quietly responded. The music starts again, you donât even ask this time dragging about back out to the dance floor. The two of you start dancing again, only this time more touchy than before. Kisses shared between the two of you, every so often.
Every time your lips met, Abby felt a wave of emotions course through her body and her stomach would flip. She felt completely and utterly happy, completely consumed by the feeling of your lips on hers. Thrilled to spend the rest of the night with you, do whatever you wanted. She felt a little worried but excited because she realized quickly sheâs probably going to spend the rest of her life letting you do whatever you want.
summary ⏠youâre a famous singer. you meet Bella at a event. the two of you end up spending an intoxicating two weeks together. one day you wake up and Bella is no where to be found. this turns into a vicious cycle of Bella hitting you up whenever itâs convenient for them. when you finally have enough Bella does something extreme to prove their case to you. requested here & inspired by read your mind - sabrina carpenter
word count ⏠2.4kish
authors note ⏠I love writing but Itâs hard to find the motivation. Anyways slowly working through my Bella request. someone requested this so long ago and I started it and never finished it. thank you ily (also I physically canât imagine Bella as anything but the sweetest ever so this was hard omf)
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Bumping in to Bella Ramsey at an a event and becoming âa thingâ was something you didnât have planned for yourself. Yet here you are, have spent nearly everyday together in one way or another since the day you met. The two of you had been following each other on social media for a while so when you to were invited to the same award show you approached Bella. An innocent hello turned into an intoxicating two weeks.
Bella was in town for press, who knows how long theyâd be in town? Two famous celebrities running a muck all over Los Angeles. Of course it becomes public knowledge, paparazzi photos of you guys walking out your home get taken. Neither of you aware until the next morning when theyâre plastered all over the internet.
You wake up reaching over to find the bed empty. Unusual but youâre not worried yet reaching for your phone. You have several miss calls and texts. All asking about Bella. Your best friend the first to notify you of the photos and then asking if you seen Bellaâs Instagram story. Closing your messages app to open it, notifications ten times more than normal.
Bella just posted on their story, twenty minutes ago. You click it open, you are presented with a selfie of you two Bella took a few days ago. Your sat basically on top of Bella with the biggest smile, theyâre smiling too. Your feel your heart drop to your stomach when you read what they captioned it. âmy best friendâ
âBella?â You call out loud, excepting them to respond. Only there is no response. You try to phone them, no answer either so you typed out a text and press send.
You: best friend? really?
Only a few moments pass before they respond. So they were purposely ignoring your phone call, noted.
Bella: its better than every one knowing
You: knowing what? that this morning you woke up in MY bed and now weâre just friends
Bella: it doesnât matter anyways Iâm leaving back home
Now your infuriated, you call again no answer.
You: so wtf was the last two weeks then?
Bella: weâre just friends
You: you are not my friend and you never were
Bella: I just need to be alone
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You donât warrant that with a response. Itâs a rough couple of weeks but you eventually move on, accepting that itâs over. The internet finally moving on from the thought of you and Bella being more than friends. For a while you couldnât open your phone with out more than half of your notifications being related to Bella. Whatever that was is done. For good.
Or so you thought because as soon as you feel like youâve stopped thinking about it Bella is hitting you up. Your sitting at your birthday dinner when your phone vibrates. Surrounded by everyone you love so your unsure who it could possibly be.
Bella: happy birthday I miss you xx
Your best friend notices your change in mood.
âYou okay?â She asks. You donât even respond just pass the phone her way, watching as she reads it.
âI thought you blocked them.â She says, quiet enough the others around donât hear. You canât form a response because you know whatever comes out will not be what she wants to hear. Knowing damn well youâre about to do something stupid. You take your phone back, shooting her an unsure look at her before tucking it away in your purse. Deciding youâd deal with it later, when you are alone.
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Later that night when youâre alone you respond with a simple thank you. What was suppose to be a good night was filled with stress thanks to the text waiting for a response from Bella. As soon as your message says delivered Bella is calling you. You let it ring for a few moments before answering.
âHello?â Bella says over the phone.
âHi.â
âI missed you.â They say and you physically canât come up with a response. Sitting in silence forcing Bella to speak.
âIâm sorrry, I never should of ended things the way I did. I need you.â
âAs a friend?â You question, referring to the comment that lead to the downfall of the blossoming relationship.
âNo I miss you in my life. I thought I needed to be alone but I havenât stopped thinking about you.â You later find out that Bella is in town wanting to see you. It crosses your mind that it seems they only want you when itâs convenient for them. Against your brain telling you this is a horrible idea you agree to hang out.
Itâs akward for a short moment but when Bella is the first to initiate conversation you two fall into the same feelings as before. This time Bellaâs time in town is longer. Theyâll be around for two months filming. Between your two busy schedules you make time for each other. Bella fills your worried mind with empty promises of being something more than just friends. You let the delusions of a possible relationship influence your decisions. Night and day your at Bellaâs beck and call.
Only for the painful cycle to begin again. A month into Bella being in town they decide to exit your life with no warning. Your attempts to contact them go unanswered. Until a week later, Bella shows up to your home with some lame ass excuse about needing to be alone. They continue with this nonsense only to keep calling you at late hours of the night. The two of you only communicate and see each other on Bellaâs time.
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Eventually Bella goes home and just as you had expected to happened, Bellas doesnât make an effort to make things work long distance. A few weeks pass since the two of you last speak. You pretend you donât care any more, growing used to this treatment. Swearing one day youâll find the courage to break it off officially. Only this time you see on social media that Bella is back in town, probably for an award show coming up in a few days. In the past by now, Bella has already slid their way back into your bed. You donât dare text them first.
Your going to start tour in a week and you know that once that starts thereâs no way youâll get a chance to see Bella. Your tour is a few months long and will have you all over the United States. Eventually the award show passes and itâs safe to assume Bella is home or headed home. Their inactivity on social media not giving you much to work off of. Youâre checking for the millionth time when you finally get a sign of Bella being alive, a short test message.
Bella: miss you gonna be in la soon
You read the text over and over again, only fueling you with anger. Bella was in town and not once did they think to reach out and suddenly theyâre back on the other side of the planet and they want to hit you up. Before you can think about it you send a text.
You: Iâm going on tour wonât be here
No response.
Youâve been on tour for a few days now, driving to your second show. Started in Seattle and now your in the tour bus headed for Portland. The first night went smoothly, exactly as you had hoped. Now sat on the tour bus doom scrolling through TikTok, waiting for tiredness to find you. Rolling onto your side and closing the app, opening Instagram. Greeted by a new post from Bella. Itâs a black and white photo mirror selfie. Bellaâs smiles as they take the picture. A girl stood behind them arms wrapped around Bellaâs waist perfectly hiding her face in Bellaâs shoulder. The caption a date in the near future.
A mixture of sadness and anger take over, quickly becoming only anger. Bella messages you a week ago about how they miss you. You donât reciprocate the same energy and suddenly theyâre publicly telling the world about this girl. You start feeling sick looking at the photo, blocking Bella on instagram. Itâs not enough, so you block their number too. Taking this level of disrespect as a sign to stop whatever the two of you were completely.
When you arrive to Portland, your sad demeanor is noted by the people around you. Even when you go to perform your usual happy self is no where to be seen. At one point you cry on stage, as you sing on of your sadder songs. It gets video taped and plastered all over social media. You singing as tears fall down your face. Fans speculate what it could be about but nobody knows what caused truly your sadness.
After that hiccup it was rough for a good few days. Being surrounded by your team, always being busy, and not wanting a repeat of that night things get better. You alow the hustle of tour sweep you up so you can pretend to forget. The tour goes by quickly, last show left has you back in California. One of your biggest shows yet in your hometown, Los Angeles. Youâre filled with excitement as itâs completely sold out.
Only for it to all come crashing down when youâre about to go on stage in a few minutes. One of your team members is cheery about the fact that your friend Bella is in the crowd, not knowing about your past with them. You had done such a wonderful job at avoiding Bella. Limiting your exposure to social media because you figured what you didnât know, couldnât hurt you. Allowing a team member post for you, you couldnât entirely disappear like you wanted.
âPlease donât let them back stage.â Is all you say, your team member nods face filled with confusion. Not questioning your request and leaving you alone. Your sat in front of a mirror, looking at your self. So excited just a few moments ago, now you look miserable. Bella somehow succeeding in ruining another important day in your life.
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Youâre thankful for the large venue because wherever Bella is you canât see them. Your eyes stay towards the front and rarely venture past the first few rows, doing everything in your power to not see Bella. When the concert finally comes to an end, your exhausted more than normal. Sweating bullets as you head back stage. Your team surrounds you momentarily, congratulating you and sharing a brief moment of excitement over your coming to an end.
You feel bad because you canât be as excited as they are, eventually getting away from everyone and finally finding solitude in your dressing room. As you walk in your greeted by Bella stood there, looking as uncomfortable as possible.
âWhat are you doing in here?â You snap, turning your back to Bella fully prepared to leave and get security.
âI know Iâm crossing so many lines right now. I have no choice you blocked me. I just needed to talk to you.â Bella speaks, your stomach dropping at the sound of their voice.
âYeah because you were wasting my time. You only wanted me when it was convenient for you. Then your proudly posting som girl on social media. Not even a week before that you were trying to see me.â You snap, finally letting all your anger out on the source.
âThat was a promo photo for the show coming out this month. It was a ploy to get people interested enough to watch my story, if you watched it. There was several stories about it.â Bella explains, a slight grin on their face.
âDoesnât change anything. Why are you here?â You retort, feeling stupid but not wanting to show it. Bellaâs grin disappears before they respond.
âI want to make this work, I miss you.â Bella admits.
âWhat even is this? One day you say you want to be alone, the next you just want to be mine. I canât read your mind.â You say, sighing exhaustion heavy.
âIâm serious this time. I promise.â Bella says, looking at you. Trying to gauge your feelings on this.
âI canât believe a single word that comes out from your mouth.â
âWhat can I do to prove it?â Bella asks, you donât have an answer. Bella pulls out their phone suddenly typing away.
âWhat are you doing?â
âYouâll see.â Bella grins, causing you to move closer.
âCheck your phone.â Bella adds. You change your course and head for where you left your phone at the vanity. As soon as you unlock it you have a dozen texts from friends and family upset that you didnât let them know about your relationship with Bella.
âWhat the fuck did you do?â You ask.
âYouâre gonna have to unblock me on Instagram to see.â Bella smiles, laughing softly.
âNo thank you.â You snap, switching to your private account. Typing Bellaâs name into the search bar and seeing a recent Instagram story. When you open it a picture Bella took of you months ago, when you two first met. Your hand reaching for the camera, in the middle of telling Bella to stop. The smile in your eyes making it known that you donât want them to stop.
the caption: my girlfriend
âAre you kidding me?â You groan, facing Bella.
âI thought thatâs what you wanted..â
âOh my god. I canât believe you right now. The whole world thinks weâre together now and weâre not.â You say, mostly thinking aloud. You look over to Bella whoâs just sat there laughing at the situation.
âDonât fucking laugh. This is a big deal.â You snap, stopping Bella.
âItâs not too late to post lol just kidding you all have been pranked.â Bella respond causing you to crack a smile.
âNo.â You say.
âOh so you wanna be my girlfriend now?â Bella teases.
âIf I say yes youâre gonna have to make up for being such a dick head.â You respond.
âAnything.â Bella responds, desperately.
âI want to go on a real date. Out in public.â You demand.
âOkay. Letâs go.â Bella eagerly smiles.
âNot today. Youâre coming home with me tonight.â You smoke, ready to pick up where the relationship ended. Hoping that you arenât making a huge mistake.
summary ⏠Isaac pairs you with hard headed, Abby Anderson. She canât keep a patrol partner to safe her life. That is until she meets you, the two of you slowly become close. Maybe a little too close because apparently everyone thinks the two of you are an item.
word count ⏠2k
authors note ⏠first Abby oneshot omg!! I am so far up Abby Andersons ass that legally I have no choice but to write for her. Hereâs a cute lil fluffy moment. I got more stuff in the works, hope yâall enjoy áâ»ïž
Feedback & Reblogs are helpful and extremely appreciated!! ((poorly proofread))
âč êł âŠ âș ⧠⚯. âș ⊠âč
âWake up.â
You groan and turn your back to insufferable voice that wakes you up way too damn early everyday. Itâs a lost cause thereâs a pair of hands shaking you gently. Which is strange because normally theyâre a lot rougher with you.
âWhat time is it?â You ask still not facing her.
â5:45.â
âWe donât have to be there till eight. Why are you awake so damn early?â You snap, sitting up in your bunk. Facing the bane of your existence, Abby Anderson. Or so you pretend secretly enjoying her constant annoyance.
âCouldnât sleep. So I thought itâd be best we head out early to catch the scars off guard.â Abby explains, stood there arms crossed looking down at you.
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Three months ago the two of you weâre partnered for patrol. You didnât know much about her before that, only the negative comments you heard from coworkers. Abby didnât have the nicest personality and that often rubbed people the wrong way. Her hard headed ways make her nearly impossible to work with. Doesnât help her case that when sheâs not working she alone in some corner of the base, nose in a book. Often ignoring anyoneâs attempt at a conversation. Only friendly to the people she joined the WLF with and half those relationships strained by the past.
Isaac thought your positive attitude would rub off on Abby. Buttering you up with compliments about your ability to not take anyones shit, calling you stubborn without using the word. Then talking about how sheâs been through several partners in the last year, the longest lasting less than a month. Ever since Manny left his position to do something else, leaving her alone.
By the end he was borderline begging and following it up with apologies. You walked out of his office filled with curiosity about this mysterious women. The next day Abby was in your room uninvited and waking you up way too early. Somehow youâve lasted this long and now youâre roommates. Manny moving out of bunk to be with his girlfriend and you having no roommate, Isaac made the decision to room you two together. Which only made Abbyâs presence more constant.
Which is fine for the most part, youâd never admit it but part of you enjoys it. The constant bickering is fun and sometimes Abby lets a side of her personality slip youâve never seen before. The two of you unintentionally becoming friends, which Abby would never say out loud. She even started hanging out with your friends. Probably spending an entirely too much time together, people began to take notice.
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You stand up from your bed and make the short walk to your dresser, finding your work clothes for the day. Abby sits in a chair, fumbling with her backpack as an attempt to not watch you undress. You had caught Abbyâs eyes lingering one second too long the first week. You looked back at Abby and her eyes were so obviously on your ass. She looked up a second later and saw you smirking. That was the end of that and now she does everything in her power to not get caught. Today you quickly get ready, sensing Abbyâs eagerness to leave.
âHurry up.â She says as youâre almost done.
âWhy are you in such a hurry? Weâre going to be two hours early at this point.â You ask, irritated.
âQuit complaining.â She spits.
âQuit being such a hard ass.â You spit back. Abby only rolls her eyes in response, so you add: âI donât want to hear shit about my bad attitude today.â
âYou always have a bad attitude.â Abby says, with a small grin.
âDo not.â You scoff at her comment.
âDo too.â
âNever did before. I think youâre starting to rub off on me. Or maybe itâs cause I keep getting waken up before my alarm has a chance to go off.â You explain, grabbing your backpack and pulling it on.
âWhat? You donât like waking up early?â Abby ask, playfully already knowing the answer. Part of her loving to hear you complain.
âNo.â
âMorning patrols arenât that bad. You wake up early get off early. Have the rest of the day to do stuff.â Abby explains, trying to make you feel better.
âYeah maybe. But I usually end up working even longer because you want to get out of here early. An eight hour shift turns into a nine or ten hour shift. One day you had me out there for twelve hours Abby.â You retort, bitterness heavy in your tone.
âYou are the moodiest person in this entire base.â Abby says.
âWasnât before.â You speak flatly causing Abby to smile, getting closer.
âYouâre such a brat.â She says, smile never leaving her mouth.
âWhatever. I know you like it.â You respond, smiling back at Abby.
âHow bout we make a deal? You try to not be a brat today and Iâll try to not be such a hard ass.â Abby suggests, laughing as she squeezes your cheeks together as if you were a child.
âI donât think Iâm capable.â You speak. Abbyâs hands smooshing your cheeks together. Pulling away to put one finger on your lips, shushing you.
âJust try, okay?â Abby asks, looking down at you with a pout and those damn eyes thatâll get you to do anything.
âUghh I guess but only since you asked so nicely.â You respond suddenly hitting you that Abby is being way nicer than normal. What is her deal today?
âReally?â She grins.
âYes letâs go.â Abby chuckles and then grabs your hand, gently nudging you forward. Sheâs slowly become more touchy since the two do you met but this takes it to a whole another level. When the two of you leave the room she doesnât let go. You let the both of you walk a few feet before stopping in your tracks and looking at your hands intertwined.
âAre you holding my hand?â You question, causing Abby to realize and her face goes pink.
âHuh? Oh.. uhm.. I guess I am.â She awkwardly smiles, still not letting go.
âI mean I donât mind. Just know you wouldnât want to give everybody the wrong impression.â You respond, slightly traumatized from the first time you tried to sit with her in the mess hall and she went off on you about how she didnât want anyone to think you were her friend.
âPfft. They already think weâre in a relationship, or we will be sometime soon. Whatâs the harm in holding your hand?â Abby says casually, rolling her eyes as if your concern is ridiculous. She attempts to keep walking but youâre stood still, not willing to end this conversation so soon.
âThey think that?â You ask.
âYeah, they do. You should hear them gossiping during dinner. Itâs all about us.â Abby says looking down at you and laughing slightly.
âHow have I never heard this?â You question.
âItâs because you always head directly for you bunk room to rest after dinner. Theyâll start talking about us as soon as you leave.â She explains as if this isnât a big deal.
âWhat else do they say?â
âOh. Uhm... they mainly talk about your... uh.... assets.. yeah.. thatâs it.â She blushed slightly thinking about it.
âMy assets? Ew.â You cringe at the thought.
âHey I think your... âassetsâ are fine.â She smirks, face somehow more red than before. You eyes go wide in response, itâs a rare occasion that Abby says something nice. Let alone a compliment that borders on flirting.
âAre you flirting with me?â You ask because you never know with her and you need to desperately make sense of whatâs happening.
âErrr.. ummmm.. no I am not.â She nervously looks away, couldnât help but start chuckling at her own awkwardness.
âAbby Anderson. You totally-.â You say, teasingly poking at her chest. She puts her hands over your mouth as an attempt to shush you.
âThey probably think that because we work together, hang out and live together. Weâre always together.â She explains trying to change the subject from her flirty comment.
âOr do they think this because you said something? Planted it in there head.â You ask, teasing as you pull Abbyâs hand away from your mouth.
âOk I may have said something. Which turned it into a whole thing.â She admits.
âSomething?â You ask curiously.
âThey were making some crude comments about your body. And one of them joked that I would know. I may or may not have agreed that I would know.â Abby explains, part of her embarrassments that she entertained them for even a second. In the end being grateful because them think you two were an item got them to shut up. The teasing now focused on Abby, wanting to know more about said relationship that didnât actually exist.
âAre you mad..?â She looks at you, still holding your hand as you both walked down a long staircase to an area outside of the stadium.
âNo itâs kinda cute.â You smile.
âYou think itâs cute that they all think weâre in love?â She laughs.
âYeah but just because you made them think that. No wonder Mannyâs been teasing me about you.â You explain, connecting the dots as you speak.
âHeâs been teasing you?â
âYeah always telling me my *girlfriends* looking for me. Shit like that.â
âYour girlfriend?!â She grins at the thought before adding. âWell I am looking for you all the time.â
âApparently youâre obsessed with me.â You joke, laugh leaving your mouth.
âI am. Just a little bit.â Abby responds, leading you out of the stadium and to where everyone starts patrols. Still holding your hand. As the two of you exit the stadium, you notice that Isaac is standing outside with a small group of people. He immediately takes notice of the two of you holding hands. Making a face as he looked back at the patrol, saying something inaudible to the them.
âOooh does Abby have a girlfriend?â Manny hollers before laughing. Abbyâs face is filled with so many emotions and before you can say anything Isaacâs say something.
âItâs about damn time. I was starting to think the two of you didnât have feelings for each other after all.â He smiles.
âCan we start this patrol so I can stop be the center of attention?â Abby asks, ignoring everything everyoneâs said.
âOr so you two can be alone?â Manny teases, causing everyone to laugh.
âShut up.â Abby growls, pulling you away from everyone. You wave goodbye at everyone as Abby drags you away to start the patrol. Manny gives you two thumbs up which only adds to Abbyâs irritation.
âYou never answered. Do you have a girlfriend?â You ask teasing, curious about her answer.
âI donât know. Do I?â
âYouâre gonna have to ask for yourself and find out.â You tease causing Abby to groan outloud.
âYouâre really gonna make me ask?â She asks, followed by rolling her eyes.
âYeah.â You smirk, wanting the word to come out Abbyâs mouth.
âWill you be my girlfriend?â She says annoyed.
âMmm Iâll have to think about it.â You joke, watching Abby get more annoyed. âJust kidding yeah.â You laugh, finally bringing a smile to Abbyâs face. Before you could register whatâs happening Abby is stopped, pressing her lips into yours. You kiss back for a few moments, Abby eventually being the one to pull away.
âThat was amaizng.â Abby purrs.
âMhmm.â You smile, nodding.
âJust cause weâre dating now. Donât think Iâm gonna be any less of a hard ass.â Abby says, going back to her annoying self.
âWeâll see about that.â You tease, walking ahead of Abby. Abby grabs your wrist pulling you back to her. Abby grins kissing you again, knowing damn well sheâd do whatever you asked.
summary ⊠You are the internets most famous fangirl. You were a famous actor with no shame in thirsting over celebrities. So naturally youâre very public about your love with Pedro Pascal. Only to switch up when watching TLOU, fancying Bella. What happens when you show up to an award show theyâre both attending? poorly proofread
word count ⊠3,700ish
authors note ⊠hey sorry Iâve been mia I missed all yâall and want to start posting again anyways hereâs a bellaxreader I wrote several months ago lmao im gonna post a few bella things Iâve been working on and even venture into tlou ((Abby Anderson is the love of my FUCKING LIFE)) ily bye
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âč êł âŠ âș ⧠⚯. âș ⊠âč
It had become a reoccurring theme in your press interviews to be asked who your recent celebrity crush was. It started when you landed your first big movie. Shortly after the release in a chance to find out more about you fans search the internet for any crumb they could find. Someone found an old Harry Styles fan page you had when you were a teen. You were absolutely mortified by the stuff they were finding. Deleting it wouldnât undo it so you learned to embrace it. Quickly becoming the internets most famous fan girl.
Making TikTokâs and tweets thirsting after unattainable celebrities. The whole internet eating it up and thirsting along with you. Your most recent viral moment was a TikTok you made featuring the infamous dvcree Pedro Pascal edit. Your face green screened over the original with a caption talking about this singular edit has taken over your for you page and you were enjoying every second of it.
With the upcoming release of the anticipated second movie to your most popular role you were busy doing press work. Sometimes by yourself but mostly with the rest of the cast. Today you were invited to do an google auto complete video with you male costar, Johnathan, who plays your love interest.
The first board asking where your from, then your age, and other basic questions. The next board is handed to you all the google searches begin with âwhoâ.
âWho is y/n?â You read aloud laughing as you read.
âI am. Thatâs me. I act sometimes but mostly embarrass myself on the internet.â You costar laughs agreeing with the last half of your statement.
âWho is y/n dating?â
âI wish I had some juicy gossip to share but Iâm as single as it gets.â
âWho is y/nâs celebrity crush?â You sit there and think, your smile grows bigger when it comes to your mind.
âOh this oneâs easy. I know.â Jonathan says.
âWho?â
âPedro Pascal.â
âPssssh that was so last week.â Jonathan audibly gasps.
âWho then?â
âWeâll itâs actually his fault.â
âWhoâs fault?â
âPedroâs.â
âPlease explain.â Jonathan says confused.
âWell Iâm late on the train but I just binged watch The Last of Us. I was the last of us to watch it.â You laugh at your own joke, Jonathan doesnât only shakes his head disapprovingly.
âAnyways I started watching it for Pedro but stayed for Bella Ramsey.â
âBella? The one who played Ellie?â Jonathan asks, his face telling you he doesnât get it.
âYeah them. You may not understand but the girls will get it.â You respond.
âOkay you heard it here first y/n is single and wants Bella Ramsey. My turn.â He says as he reaches for his board to read off the questions directed at him.
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A few days pass before the video is released. Your publicist notify you itâs out and you donât dare watch it, just pray that you didnât do anything to embarrassing this time. It doesnât take long before your notifications are flooded with people talking about the interview. You read a few before realizing a theme, Bella.
Everyone is tagging Bella in clips of you gushing over her. An edit of you saying the girls will get it followed by edited clips of Bella to the beat of a song. You may have watched it one too many times before favoriting it. Just as you about to close TikTok you get an Instagram notification from a verified account. Itâs Bella following you, you click the notification not believing for a second itâs real.
But it is.
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Two weeks ago Bella had made the first move by following you on Instagram. The internet went crazy when they realized quickly shipping the two of you. No one realizing that was the extent of your relationship, mutually following each other on instagram. It had crossed your mind at least a hundred times, you had drafted plenty first messages. Always deleting your words before you could muster up the courage to press send.
Tonight no different, you were in the process of preparing for a movie and tv awards show. In your dressing room being pampered by your glam squad. Clicking away at your phone looking for any sign that Bella was going to be here tonight. If they were youâd have no choice by to say hello. Cursing yourself because if only you had messaged Bella beforehand this would be less awkward.
A knock at your door steals your attention and your crew stops what there doing. The door opens revealing your manager, the biggest grin on her face. Something was up.
âWe have a surprise for you.â She sings with a soft smile.
âSo finish what your doing and meet us in room A3.â She says before shutting the door. You ask your team if they know whatâs happening but they all answer with a shrug of the shoulders.
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âWhy are there cameras?â You ask as your guided to room A3. The door is shut, your mind races wondering what it could possibly be. Everyone around you is looking suspiciously excited for whatâs about to happen. Your instructed to open the door so you do so, peaking your head in as it creeps open.
With nothing more than your head in the room, you peek around into the darkness. Blinded momentarily when the light turns on from inside. Blinking as an attempt to get your sight back your greeted by none other than Pedro Pascal.
âAbsolutely fucking not.â You spit following with a squeal as you shut the door. Leaving Pedro alone in the room with whoever else in there. He erupts into laughter, a sound you had heard many times online.
âThereâs no fucking way this is real.â You turn around ready to run greeted by the camera shoved in your face. Realizing you have no choice in this matter. With a nervous breakdown around the corner you open the door. Peaking your head once again making eye contact with Pedro.
âIâm sorry.â You say too afraid to approach already had made a fool of yourself.
âDonât be.â Pedro laughs, calming your nerves temporarily.
âHi.â Is all you can manage to spit out.
âHi honey,â he smiles and waves, making you melt. The two of your still stood a few feet apart. Youâre looking him up and down and moving your gaze onto your manger whoâs sat in the corner motioning you to get closer.
âYou can come closer. I donât bite.. I mean unlessâŠâ His voice trails off and turns into laughter. You laugh before closing the gap, hugging Pedro. After you pose next to Pedro as photos are taken. His arm rests on your shoulder. You look up at the man next to you heâs already looking down at you.
âI was so excited to meet you a few weeks ago.â
âHow long have you guys been planning this?â You ask.
âA little over a month.â Your manager answers.
âYeah then you had to go and switch up on me.â He sighs dramatically, letting his arm fall from your shoulders.
âWhat did-â
âDonât act so innocent Y/N. Donât think I didnât hear about your new found love for Bella.â Your eyes go wide realizing what heâs talking about.
âThey better not pop up out of nowhere. I canât handle two surprises today.â
âSee exactly itâs like I donât even matter to you anymore.â Pedro whines face falling.
âYou do matter butâŠâ You start to go on about Bella but stop your self.
âBut what?â Pedro must notice your the worry in your face because he takes it back.
âIâm just giving you a hard time.â He teases.
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âIt really was nice meeting you.â You say your goodbyes but decide to follow it up with an apology for your actions when you were surprised. The cameras were gone now.
âDonât worry about it. If anything I should be worried. Bellaâs not gonna be happy with me.â Your ears perk up at the mention of Bella not being happy.
âWhy?â
âIâve said to much.â He attempts to change the conversation.
âWait you canât just say that and pretend like you didnât.â He letâs out a defeated sigh in response.
âBella has not shut up about you in weeks. I tried to convince them to tag along but they refused. Which turned into a whole thing. Bella made me promise several times not to embarrass them.â Pedro rambles on before stopping face full of regret.
âI wonât say anything if you wonât.â You respond.
âDeal.â
Maybe you donât plan on repeating the words that had come out of Pedroâs mouth but they surely lit the fire in your self to finally message Bella or maybe even say hello if you saw them tonight. Your rushed to finish getting ready before being instructed to walk the carpet. Taking pictures first and then stopping to do mini interviews.
Your in the middle of the red carpet where your stood answering questions for some publication. When you hear the crowd and paparazzi roar. Bella is stood next to Pedro, theyâre holding hands. Pedro giving his full attention to the cameras while Bella is sneaking glances at you. In front of the camera still and the interviewer waiting for an answer you smile one last time, waving softly before going back to answering. Your whole demeanor changing from the subtle interaction with Bella, suddenly a little more smiley than before.
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Eventually youâre seated at table, you say your hellos to the few people sitting with you. The seats next to you empty, so you take a peek at the name tags on table. Pedro is suppose to be sat right next to and Bella next to him. You donât have time to process it because you hear the voice of the man whoâs suppose to be sitting next to you. You turn around and heâs busy talking, no sign of Bella. You face forward in your seat, pulling out your phone to distract yourself.
âTold Iâm sitting next to you but I donât want to.â Pedro says from behind you. You smile politely kind of confused watching as he changes Bellaâs name place with his. Sitting down where Bella was suppose to be. He sports the biggest grin as you realizing what heâs doing. He whispers youâre welcome before averting his attention else where.
Within seconds your planning your escape but it doesnât matter because the familiar British accent fills your ears as they chat up some other people at a nearby table. If you left now itâd be too obvious, so you sit there painfully waiting for Bella to sit right next to you. A few long minutes pass before you fill the seat being pulled out and someone sitting down. You look over and smile, making eye contact with Bella whoâs a few inches away.
âHi.â Bella says with a shy smile.
âHi.â You say back, barely a whisper.
âThis is kinda crazy. Iâve never been to an event this big. Especially in America, this is on a whole other level.â Bella explains, staring a conversation.
âOh yeah youâre probably far from home. Where do you live?â You ask, you already know the answer but Bella doesnât need to know all that.
âThe UK.â Bella responds.
âOh damn. Iâve had to make that trip a few times. Absolute hell.â You say causing Bella to laugh lightly.
âYeah kinda. Getting used to it after so many times. Itâs usually worth it.â
âWell I hope this time is worth it.â You respond, you havenât stopped smiling since Bella sat down.
âIt already is.â Bella teases, their tone a bit flirty causing you to temporarily malfunction unable to come up with a response. Thank god some camera man comes by asking Pedro and Bella to take some pictures before the show starts.
As soon as Bellaâs attention isnât on you anymore your aggressively messaging your best friend, freaking the fuck out. As youâre typing some one grabs you hand, trying to get you to stand up. Itâs Pedro and heâs begging for a photo with you. You happily oblige standing up but Pedro has a plan, posing you next to Bella. He takes a few photos with the two of you before stepping out of the way. Your unsure what to do but without notice Bella arm is around your waist. Pulling you a little closer, you smile for the picture and then look to Bella whoâs already looking at you causing you to smile even bigger than before.
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You two spend the beginning of the award show chatting in between breaks and sneaking glances at each other. Pedro constantly giving you looks, letting you know heâs happy with whatâs happening. About half way though the show, a member of the shows staff comes to grab you and Pedro. Apparently the two of you presenting a reward.
You were not prepared for this in the slightest but itâs not the first time, youâll be fine. You keep telling yourself that. Itâs your time to go out, Pedro follows closely behind. You smile as everyone starts to cheer, when your finally to the podium Pedro begins reading off the teleprompter. You canât help but cringe as the words as they come out, praying that itâs not too obvious.
âToday weâre here to present the award for break out actress.â Pedro says.
âYeah⊠itâs been so amazing watching these nominees make their dreams come true.â You say through gritted teeth.
âWith enough hard work and dedication, your dreams are possible. Just like her dreams.â He laughs, pointing to you.
âWhat do you mean Pedro?â You read off, sounding entirely out of touch with the words coming out. Confused where this could possibly going.
âYour hard work at being a fangirl, has finally paid off. You got to meet me. The man of your dreams.â Pedro can barley finish, laughing harder than he should be. Stopping every other word to laugh or catch his breath from laughing so hard. You donât have any words being prompted at you, so you laugh and agree. Being shut up by the sound of your own voice being blasted from behind you.
âAbsolutely fucking not.â You hear and followed by the sound of a door being slammed. You turn around in horror seeing yourself, on the biggest screen freaking out about meeting Pedro.
âThereâs no fucking way this is real.â Plays on the screen, your curse words being bleeped. This is more embarrassing than anything you couldâve imagined that they had planned for this footage. You watch in full disgust too afraid to face the crowd of thousands. You hear them laughing at every stupid thing that leaves your mouth in the video, adding to your embarrassment.
When the video finally ends, Pedro gives you a hug. Saying something about how itâs okay in your ear but youâre far too gone from the moment to understand him. You turn to the face the crowd, the actor in your turning on.
âWell that was embarrassing.â You laugh.
âItâs okay, everyone loved it.â Pedro responds.
âYeah everyone but me. Anyways, the nominees areâŠâ You say as at attempt to make this end sooner. The nominees play in the background as you avoid eye contact with everyone in the crowd, just kinda looking off in the distance. Especially Bella because you two were hitting it off so weâll and now the whole room, including Bella, just watched Pedro talk about your new found love for them.
Pedro starts ripping at an envelope letting you know itâs time to announce. The both of you read of the winner and start clapping. When the winner gets to the stage, you hug them before moving out of the way. Listening intently as they give their speech. Itâs finally time to leave and you waste absolutely no time getting off that stage. Once backstage your overwhelmed by the sheer amount of good jobs and laughs at what just happened to you. Your manger tells you that was perfect.
âNo more suprises please that was horrible.â You mutter, embarrassed and ready for the night to be over. Your manager apologizes. You make the walk back to the table, being stopped several times on the way. When you finally see your seat, Bella sees you. They flash a smile at you as you sit down. Pedro following close behind.
âThat was something.â Bella says teasingly.
âThat was embarrassing, Iâm sorry.â You say not finding it funny.
âWhy are you apologizing?â They ask, face full of concern.
âBecause I opened my big mouth and dragged you into this.â
âI donât mind. I actually kinda enjoy it.â
âEnjoy it?â You ask, your sour mood suddenly disappearing.
âWho wouldnât enjoy one of the most beautiful and talented actors out there publicly simping for them?â Bella says, bringing your smile back.
âBeautiful?â
âMhmm and talented.â
The two of you spend the rest of the night talking whenever you can. Pedro often inserting himself, neither of you minding. When it finally ends you canât help but feel sad. Wishing the night could some how continue. You say your goodbyes, hugging Pedro. Then hugging Bella, a little longer than the hug with Pedro.
âIt was nice meeting you.â You say as you pull away.
âYou too.â Bella smiles as you walk away, your manager hounding you to get back to the dressing room so you can leave.
âHow long are you in town?â You ask.
âI actually have to get on a plane back tomorrow afternoon.â Bella responds, sadness apparent in their voice.
âOh well, shit that sucks.â
âWhat do you normally do after an award show?â Bella asks.
âNormally I get some terrible fast food and rot in bed until I fall asleep.â You respond honestly.
âI could go for some terrible fast food..â Bella says, with a hint of hope youâd understand what they were trying to say.
âIâd love it if you joined me.â You say, blush appearing. You make plans with Bella, letting them know youâd have to go to dressing room and unglam yourself. Bella understands following you to the dressing room, waiting for you outside of it. Eventually you come out in sweats, hair tied up and no more makeup.
âWeâll now I feel overdressed.â Bella teases, noticing your causal attire.
âYou can borrow some clothes at mine.â You say, not realizing that youâre unofficially inviting Bella over to your home. Bella nods yes, biggest smile plastered on their face as they follow you out of the venue.
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An hour later, Bella and you are laid up in bed. Tummyâs full watching some bad reality show. Doesnât matter because you two canât stop talking, not paying much attention to the tv. The conversation flows naturally, never missing a beat. Little did you know the internet was actively loosing their shit over all the content of the two of you tonight. Unaware of all of it, neither of you feeling any need to check your phones.
âIâm so glad I got to meet you tonight.â You say when the conversation starts to lull.
âMe too. Iâve been wanting to message you for weeks but I was absolutely terrified.â Bella admits.
âMe too. I was scared shitless when I realized you were sitting next to me. Iâve made a complete and utter fool of myself.â You say, looking at Bella who suddenly seems way closer than before. Tension between the two of you is heavy.
âNot at all.â Bella reassures you for what feels like the hundredth time.
âYou sure? Because I still canât believe-â Your words are cut off by Bella kissing you softly, pulling away quickly.
âI like you. Okay? Please donât fret over it.â Bella laughs, your laid there in shock. The biggest stupidest grin on your face.
âI like you too.â You whisper barley audible cause youâre quick with pressing your lips to Bellaâs. This kid lasting a lot longer than the first.
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The next morning, you two sleep in after staying up late. Only giving you two an hour before Bella has to get on the plane. You offer to drive Bella to their hotel, so they can pack and end up dropping them off at the airport too. Saying goodbye with a sweet kiss and plans to see each other in the near future.
You get into your car and pull out of the airport. A whole mix of emotions. Happy because of the prospects of a relationship with Bella but also sadness because Bella lives so far away. If the two of you do end up making it official, itâll be long distance. The short drive home is spent in silence trying to figure out of the feelings your currently experiencing all at once. When you pull into your garage, your phone goes off its Bella.
Bella: thank you for last night, had so much fun and I canât wait to see you again
You: is it stupid that I kinda miss you already?
Bella: I miss you too xxx
You catch yourself smiling so hard at your phone. Before you can respond Bella messages you again letting you know that their getting on the plane, theyâll message you as soon as they can. You shoot a short sweet message back and close the messages app.
You start opening your social media apps and your mentions are flooded with Bella and you at the award show. Hundred of photos from the event. People taking notice of the way you two were looking at each other. Then photos of you two leaving together. Most recently blurry photos of you off someones phone, outside of the airport saying goodbye to Bella.
âThat was fast.â You groan aloud to yourself. Everyone is assuming the two of you are dating and you canât blame them. You have a dozen unread messages from family, friends and people on your team.
A notification lets you know Pedro tagged you in a story. You click it and itâs the blurry photo of you kissing Bella outside the airport, with text that says âyouâre welcomeâ. He tagged you and Bella in it. You canât stop the laugh that leaves your mouth. Praying that Bella has knowledge of all this and isnât blindsided when they get off the plane.
summary ⊠Youâre a new student at Hawkins Highschool. Over the summer you befriend Chrissy Cunningham not knowing sheâs the queen of Hawkins. You donât fit in with her friends at all, start wondering if you made a mistake sitting with them. You take notice of Eddie Munson and he doesnât notice you, annoying you. What happens when youâre finally fed up? (Modern AU)
word count ⊠1,700 ish
authors note ⊠yâall Iâve been struggling writing smut for whatever reason so I havenât been producing much Eddie content so hopefully yâall like this too, appreciate all of you
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Starting at a new school is hard enough. To start at a new school your senior year is even harder. Your parentâs divorce had you and your mother moving to her home town, Hawkins Indiana. You felt guilty protesting against the move considering what lead to it. Your father cheating twenty something years into the marriage is not at all what you could ever imagine happening. To make matters worse you were the one to find him cheating. You had no choice but to tell your mother.
As an attempt to escape your new home you found a job in the mall working at a trendy clothing store. Thatâs where you met your first friend, Chrissy Cunningham. Little did you know that you befriended Hawkin Highs queen. When you showed up to your first day of school Chrissyâs friend group welcomed you with not so welcome arms. It was apparent they wanted nothing to do with you.
During lunch you sat nearly entirely in silence. Only speaking when spoken to. Wondering if you had made a mistake sitting with Chrissyâs crew. Would this be how you spend the rest of your senior year?
Your picking at your lunch with no intention of eating it. Your arm bent supporting your head as you try to listen to the cheerleaders and jocks surrounding you. Theyâre blabbing on and on about basketball or maybe football you werenât sure. Someoneâs loud laughter gains your attention.
Your busy admiring the man whose mouth emitted that sound. He has long brown curls, the most beautiful smile that features dimples, and covered in tattoos. Your first thought is you would gladly let this random person ruin your life. Thinking about how youâd let him do whatever he wanted. You donât realize how hard your staring until he stops laughing. Must of felt your gaze because his eyes meet yours.
Youâre embarrassed but you refuse to show it, sending a small wave his way. He has to glance around him just to verify you werenât waving at someone else. Even when he doesnât see anyone else you could possibly be waving to he doesnât believe it. Going back to his conversation, ignoring you. Your face falls, saddened but more annoyed this man ignored you.
âWhoâs that?â You ask, interrupting Chrissy conversation.
âWho?â She asks following your finger that points at him.
âThe freak?â
âWhat?â You ask taken aback by her nickname for the beautiful boy.
âEddie âthe freakâ Munson. Thatâs what we call him.â She laughs, you only nod in respond unsure of how to respond. Not sure if your ready to loose Chrissyâs trust quiet yet.
âIf you smoke though he sells the best shit in town.â
âI donât.â You respond, suddenly reconsidering your stance on weed. Maybe you would try it if it meant you could get closer to this mysterious man.
Your first week of school is spent by Chrissyâs side. Itâs fine. Your gaining popularity points but at what cost? Her friends are about as interesting as watching paint dry. Every interaction with them feels so forced. Itâs Friday and your sat at the same spot youâve sat at all week for lunch. Contemplating whether or not itâs truly worth it.
Thankful that this seat gives you perfect view of Eddie Munson. In this short week you were able to learn tidbits about him. Apparently heâs the leader of a DND club which explains the matching shirts with his friends. Jason claims it was some devil worshiping shit. A quick google search shows itâs just an innocent fantasy game. You research it thinking maybe itâd be a way to befriend Eddie. Quickly realizing itâs a lot bigger thing to tackle than you thought it would be. Giving up just as fast but for Eddie youâd consider it.
Since the unreciprocated wave you both catch each other stealing glances. Eddie is confused why Chrissyâs latest follower was often looking his way. Truth be told you found Eddie very attractive, forming a crush quickly. Another part of you jealous of how much fun his friends would be having while your sat wishing you could join. At the same still stuck on the fact that he didnât wave back.
One point you had mustered up the courage to talk to him. You had excused yourself from class to use the restroom. When you out of the classroom expecting an empty hallway you found Eddie bent over rummaging through his locker. He looked up from what he was doing from the sound of the door opening. It was now or never, you thought.
You start to say hello but stop talking when Eddie stands up, shutting his locker. Walking straight towards you and then right passed you. Not looking at you once while your eyes follow him.
âNever mind.â You mutter to yourself, more annoyed than before.
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Against your better judgment you agreed to come to a party this weekend. Apparently a tradition to have one every year, the first weekend of the school year.
When you arrive Friday night the party is in full swing. Chrissy is no where to be found. After asking around some one finally says they last saw her going up stairs with Jason. Which tells you all you need to know, you will be riding solo. You find your own way to the kitchen finding a drink you can pretend to sip on for the rest of the night.
You walk into the dining room area, the table had been turned into a beer pong setup. You watch for a few moments before looking around hoping to see a familiar face only to be greeted by Chance. One of Jasonâs bone head friends.
âHey sexy.â He purrs, breath heavy with the smell of alcohol.
âHi,â you politely smile before trying to squeeze past him.
âWhatâre you doing here all alone?â He asks, standing in you way to leave.
âIâm not alone. Here with Chrissy.â
âMe and you should hook up. Ya know considering your Chrissy best friend and Iâm Jasonâs best friend. It just makes sense, ya know?â He laughs closing in on you.
âNo thank you.â You respond as his mouth has already found its way to your lips. It takes all the force you can muster up but you push him off. He stumbles backwards calling you a slur of profanities before walking off.
You take one look at the empty back yard before your headed outside through the sliding glass door. Your quiet when you shut the door hoping no one noticed you slipping out. Thinking youâll find an escape route so you can leave.
âFucking disgusting.â You mutter, throwing your drink down. Using your sleeve to wipe away at your mouth. Youâre looking for a gate that would lead you to the front yard so you can go home.
You walk around the house finding the gate, groaning out load when you see itâs locked. You fiddle with the lock hoping itâs unlocked, itâs not. You give up and head for the door that brought you outside. Before you can reach it you are startled by someone elseâs presence. Itâs Eddie.
âSorry I didnât mean to startle you.â His laugh letâs you know heâs not that sorry.
âWhatâre you doing out here?â
âWhatâre you doing out here?â He repeats your question.
âTrying to leave.â
âAww but you just go here.â His voice heavy with sarcasm.
âDid I do something to you? Am I missing something? Cause Iâm having a really shit time and you being a prick isnât helping.â He doesnât say anything just grins at you with his stupidly handsome face.
âFuck you.â You add.
âFuck me?â His smile falls and turns into confusion, stood there with his arms across his chest.
âYeah you. I saw you that first day and my first thought was I would let that boy ruin my life. Tried to be all cute and wave to which you ignored. Then all week long every time you catch me looking at you, you look at me like Iâm the crazy one. Even when I tried to talk to you, you walked right passed me like I didnât even exist.â Your pent up anger slipping out and crashing onto Eddie who doesnât deserve it.
Doesnât matter though because suddenly Eddie is moving closer until thereâs only a few inches between you two. When he catches you looking at his lips, he takes the hint. Resting his hand at the nape of your neck, pressing his lips to yours pulling you in closer. Eddieâs gentleness melts your anger into butterflies as you kiss him back. Heâs the first to pull away.
âWhyâd you come out here?â You ask.
âI saw what happened with Chance. Wanted to make sure you were okay but then I actually saw you and froze. I didnât know what to say so naturally I was a dickhead, my usual route.â He explains.
âDo you want to leave?â Is your response. He nods his head yes in response. You grab his hand, heading into the party. He goes to pull away, you look back.
âIf you go in there holding my hand you can say goodbye to your royal status.â He says. You just grab his hand and continue with your plans to leave. Youâre almost half way through the house, Eddie close behind. All eyes are on you.
âWhatâre you doing?â Chrissy speaks up when she sees you.
âLeaving.â You respond stoping to face her.
âWith him?â She asks, energy full of judgement.
âYeah. Full offense Chrissy, you kinda suck and youâre friends really fucking suck. I donât want to be your friend anymore if it means sitting by while yâall are a bunch of assholes.â You respond, the room now silence. Eddie smiling in shock but at the same time so pleased with your words.
âWhatever.â She mumbles, going back to Jason who makes some nasty comment you donât care enough to entertain. Eddie waves goodbye with a laugh as you drag him out of the party.
âThat was badass.â He says when you two are finally alone outside.
âIt felt so good. Iâve been absolutely miserable this last week.â You smile, now excited for what the rest of the school year brings.