Content - fluff, banter, swearing, kissing, confessions of feelings, this isn't set during a specific period
Word count - 3433
a/n - Happy New Year everyone! Just wanted to say a quick thank you for all the love and support on my work from last year and especially on reaching 1k! Tysm for reading and I hope you enjoy :)
Summary: Instead of spending the new year's alone, you decide to accept Steve's invite to Lover's Lake where he confesses his feelings under a firework-covered sky.
“Stop hogging the binoculars!” Lucas groans at Max, the two of them standing at the edge of the lake.
“You’re acting like the fireworks have already started. I’ll give them to you in a second, calm down,” Max responds, and although you can’t see her eyes, you just know they’re being rolled behind the binoculars.
“What’re you even looking at anyways? Besides, I wouldn’t have to keep asking if Dustin had just remembered to bring more than one pair,” Lucas says, sending a glare Dustin’s way.
Dustin, who was in the middle of informing Mike, Will, and El on the components of a ‘quality firework, whips his head around at the sound of his name.
“Are you seriously still complaining about that?” Dustin scoffs. “I mean, come on. Why the hell do I always have to be the only adult around here?”
From his spot beside you, Steve is taken aback. “Uh, hello?” Steve raises a hand before motioning between the two of you, “We’re right here.”
“You know what I mean,” Dustin waves him off.
Steve gives you a look, and you can’t help but laugh at the interaction in front of you. This is how it always is—whenever everyone is together, a petty argument is sure to arise.
A few years ago you would’ve thought it was lame or weird for someone that has already graduated high school to choose to spend their New Year’s Eve with a bunch of teenagers. But, you find yourself here at Lover’s Lake with a bunch of teenagers you only met last month.
Every New Year’s Eve when the clock hits midnight in Hawkins, a fireworks show is put on display for all of those in town to see, and this year you were all here together. The lake is crowded with friends and families gathered around, having fun, and celebrating each other’s company.
Now, you understand why Steve was invited, given the fact that he’s somehow become the designated protector—he’s basically a glorified babysitter. What you don’t get is why you were invited.
You were only recently pulled into the loop of evil wizards and demo dogs when your help was needed to save (name here). You didn’t think you were close enough with them to the point of them inviting you to bring the new year in with them.
Unbeknownst to you, this was all Steve’s idea:
The group had been working in the junkyard, helping El train and improve her powers by creating mini obstacle courses for her to go through.
“The things I do for these guys,” Steve grumbles to himself as he lifts up yet another piece of scrap metal.
“Well it would be morally wrong to leave a bunch of minors unattended, don’t you think?” Dustin says, popping up behind him.
Steve startles but quickly collects himself. “You’re not cute,” he glares and goes to put the scrap metal where it’s supposed to be.
“The ladies seem to think so,” Dustin quips, right on Steve’s tail causing Steve to send him a look over his shoulders.
“The ladies?” Steve repeats. He raises an eyebrow, not believing him one bit.
“Yes, the ladies.”
“And what ladies have you been talking to besides Max?” Steve asks. He puts the scrap metal down and heads to search for something else for the obstacle courses.
“My girlfriend, Susie, remember?”
Steve stops walking and turns to Dustin with a fake smile on his face to say, “Oh, yeah, how could I forget about Susie,” then drops the smile and adds, “I’ll believe her when I see her, Henderson,” then continues walking.
Dustin rolls his eyes, not letting Steve’s comment affect him. He jogs up to be side-by-side with Steve. “You’re just jealous because there’s no special girl in your life at the moment.”
Steve huffs out a laugh, prepared to keep his feelings toward you to himself, but he somehow stops walking and turns to face Dustin.
“Unless there is,” Dustin quirks a brow. He watches as Steve’s eyes naturally drift to your figure in the distance, like he had been watching you this whole time and always had an idea of where you were. When Steve finally looks back at him with a hesitant loon on his face, Dustin has already put the puzzle pieces together, his eyes wide. “Holy shit! You have a crush o-!”
“Keep your voice down!” Steve slams a hand across Dustin’s mouth before he can continue, but instantly pulls away when he feels Dustin’s tongue on his palm. “Eugh, what the hell is wrong with you?”
“I told you about silencing me,” Dustin shrugs. “But, back to you, what are you going to do about…,” he motions his head in your direction, “…her?”
“Nothing.”
“Uh, no you’re not. As long as I’m around, something will be done. Now, what is it?”Dustin interrogates while dramatically folding his arms.
Steve shifts in place, putting his hands on his hips. He runs a hand down his face. “I don’t know, man.”
“What the hell do you mean you ‘don’t know’?” Dustin asks.
“I don’t know. I wanted- I mean, I was thinking about, y’know, asking her to join us for New Year’s Eve at the lake,” Steve stumbles.
Dustin wants to laugh at Steve’s nervousness, but he doesn’t. “See, that’s not a bad idea. Now, all you have to do now is ask her. That shouldn’t be a problem for you, right?”
Steve sends one more glance your way, before answering, “yeah…right.”
Here you are now leaning your back against a tree trunk with your knees tucked against your chest as you sit on a blanket with Steve as you both talk about anything and everything to pass the time. Steve’s chilling next to you with his legs stretched out in front of him and crossed at the ankle, his hands folded in his lap.
You’re trying not to read too much into how close Steve is sitting next to you because that’s what you always do—you read into something with no intention behind it and end Jo with your feelings hurt—but, the way his shoulder is almost touching yours makes your stomach flutter in a pathetic way.
You’ve been best friends with Steve since middle school, you’ve seen through the good, the bad, and the ugly. You were friends with him before he had his glowup, before he was known for his perfect hair and he was just a dorky little boy. The two of you hit a rough patch in the earlier years of high school due to Steve’s popularity, but it didn’t take long for you both to make up.
You have, unfortunately, always had feelings for Steve. In middle school you thought it was just a classic crush, but now you’re older and you find that the feelings are still there.
“Mike, help me out here, man,” Dustin calls, he’s now standing with Lucas and Max. All three pairs of eyes find their way in Mike’s direction, El cuddled into his side.
“No, no, no, don’t help him,” Lucas shakes his head.
“I’ll let you two handle this,” Mike smirks. El giggles beside him.
“Seriously?” Dustin throws his hands in the air. He then looks at Will. “Will?”
“Uh, I think I’ll sit this one out too,” says Will.
Dustin then turns to Steve. “Steve, come on, man. Don’t leave me hanging.”
“Sorry, Henderson. I can’t always fight your battles for you,” Steve puts both of his hands up in surrender.
Dustin scoffs and points a finger at Steve. “I don’t appreciate you insinuating that you’re always fighting your battles for me.”
“Well, if the boot fits,” Steve shrugs.
“It doesn’t fit.”
Steve puts a finger on his chin and pretends to mull the idea over. “Hmm, I think it does.”
Oh, god. These two could go on forever.
“How dare you!” Dustin practically shrieks, taking a couple of steps in your and Steve’s direction.
Before either of them could say anything else, you say, “Would you guys please quiet down? People are starting to look over here.”
Dustin takes a quick look around him. “Who cares about them, I’m about to kill Steve.”
“You’re gonna what?” Steve questions.
“You heard me.”
“I’d like to see you try, Henderson,” Steve snickers.
“Dustin, please,” you interrupt before Dustin could say anything else, “Steve’s just trying to piss you off, you should know this by now.”
“Or,” Steve speaks up, “maybe, I’m not trying to do anything at all and he’s just overreacting.”
Dustin lets out a deep gasp like he’s just been stabbed in the chest with a knife, using a hand to exaggeratedly hold his chest.
You turn your head towards Steve to send him a glare, to which he responds with an innocent look. “You’re not helping,” you whisper.
“I know,” Steve whispers back. He shoots a sly wink while nudging you with his shoulder before turning his attention back towards Dustin.
It’s not the first time he’s winked at you, but the feeling you get in your chest each time makes it seem so. You really hate yourself right now. Maybe you should’ve just stayed in tonight.
You’re thrown off, stuck staring at his side profile for a moment before finally looking away and tuning back into the conversation.
“You all are morons, I swear,” you hear Max say.
“What do you mean by ‘you all’?” Lucas asks.
You suddenly feel Steve lean towards you to softly whisper in your ear, “You think they’ll notice if we leave?”
You have to fight back the shiver threatening to crawl up your spine. After deciding that you might not survive if you meet his eyes, you choose to keep looking straight ahead.
“I doubt it, they’ll probably be at this for a while.”
“Right, right,” Steve nods. He pulls away a little so that he’s not all up in your face, but his voice is still low as he says, “So…do you wanna leave?”
“Leave?” You repeat, turning to face him with your eyebrows furrowed.
“Well not like actually leave and go home, but like-I don’t know, w-we could go for a walk…or something? Just the two of us?” he stammers, his statement coming out more like a question. He anxiously fidgets as he talks and waits for your response. One of his hands goes to rub at the back of his neck.
You wish you could somehow stop the way your heart flutters behind your rib cage. It’s like your brain knows not to get your hopes up, but your body does not.
Relax. Stay casual.
“Uh-yeah-sure. Why not?” You agree. You inwardly cringe.
Not casual enough.
Steve lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “Great,” he smiles. Once he looks around to make sure that everyone else is still absorbed in the conversation, he stands up and reaches for your hand to help you up. “Let’s go before anyone notices.”
Dustin is the only one to notice the two of you steal two flashlights from his backpack on the ground before disappearing into the dark. He decides to keep this information to himself, though; he needs to win an argument.
Once the two of you are deep enough into the forest to go unseen by anyone else, you expect Steve to let go of your hand, but you notice his grip is unwavering.
Did he forget or is he holding your hand on purpose? Should you pull away? But you love how it feels so…right.
Just don’t make it seem obvious.
“You’re not dragging me out here to kill me are you, Harrington?” You joke. You stop walking and allow your hand to slip from his.
Steve turns around at the loss of your touch. His eyes dart down to your hand that was just in his now resting at your side. He playfully rolls his eyes as his usual grin spreads on his lips. “Please, if I wanted you dead I would’ve done so already. I went through a lot of trouble to save you from those demo dogs, remember?”
A dramatic gasp leaves you. “How dare you? You make it sound like I couldn’t defend myself and that I always needed you to rescue me.”
“Well, yeah. Have you not noticed how clumsy you are?”
“Like you’re not?” You scoff.
“Not like you.”
“You want to bet?”
“It depends, what do you suggest?”
Steve looks away for a moment as he thinks. Then, a smirk slowly crawls onto his face as he looks back at you. “The next person to trip or fall owes the other five bucks.”
“I can get behind that,” you agree.
“Shake on it?” he asks, sticking his hand out between you anyways. Right as you reach out to shake his hand, he instantly pulls his hand back and puts his hand to his mouth. “Or should we spit on it?”
You physically recoil, instantly retracting your hand back to your body and blinding him with your flashlight. “Ew, Steve, don’t you fucking dare.”
Steve laughs as he shields his eyes. “Why not, we’re best friends aren’t we? A little spit never hurt anyone.”
“I think you’ve been hanging around those kids too much.”
“No such thing,” Steve grins.
After finally getting Steve to accept a normal handshake—and after him threatening to eventually get you to do a spit shake—he continues to lead you a little further into the woods.
When he suddenly stops walking, you bump into him since you’re too busy looking at the ground to make sure you don’t trip. “Why’d you stop?”
“For that,” Steve responds. He’s not looking at you, though, he’s looking up. Your gaze follows his to find a clearing in the trees that allows for an uninterrupted view of the clear starry night sky. You’re deep enough inside the woods where the light pollution from the campfires back at the lake or the lights from the town center affect the view.
“Woah,” you breathe out, “it’s beautiful.”
Steve’s response is just as low as yours. However, you don’t notice that his eyes are now on you because you’re still staring up. “I know,” Steve says with a faint smile.
“How’d you know this was here?” you ask.
“I used to come out here a lot when I was younger. One time when I was pissed off at my parents and wanted to clear my head, I drove out here to the lake. I had just gotten my license so I didn’t know many places to go. Once I finally got tired of staring at the water, I stumbled out here and found this spot. Of course, it doesn’t look this good during the daytime.”
You finally tear your gaze away and look over at him. “Thanks for showing me this.”
“No problem. I think you’re the first person I’ve brought out here.”
Your eyebrows shoot up. “Really?” you ask, and Steve just responds with a slow nod. “What about all those girls that you used to bring out into the woods and make out with?”
“You’re thinking about skull rock, the designated make out spot.”
“And it only became that because of you,” you give Steve a teasing look.
“What can I say, I’m a trendsetter,” Steve says with a fake smug tone
“Oh whatever,” you roll your eyes at him, but you can’t help the small laugh that leaves you.
The two of you fall into a comfortable silence, your eyes moving to look back at the sky. Well, it’s more comfortable for you than it is for Steve.
Even though Steve has gotten through what felt like the hardest part already—inviting you here to Lover’s Lake— on the inside, he was still a complete wreck beside you. He checks his watch, the face reading 10 minutes until midnight.
Steve thinks he might vomit, or maybe even pass out. He hasn’t felt this nervous about talking to a girl in a long time, and he can’t tell if that’s a good or bad thing. Maybe he’s lost his mojo, he hasn’t been able to nail a date in a while, so what makes him think that he could score one with you–his best friend of all people.
Steve wipes the back of his hand across his forehead. Even though it’s the end of December, he feels as if the temperature has risen 50 degrees. What the hell was he thinking? Maybe he shouldn’t do this, maybe this was a bad idea, maybe–
“Are you okay over there, Harrington?” you question, breaking him out of his thoughts. His fidgeting was audible and had pulled your attention away from the stars.
“Huh? Oh, y-yeah. W-why wouldn’t I be?” Steve answers, trying to laugh it off, but his wavering voice gives him away.
“...Are you sure?” you press, giving him a onceover.
“Totally,” he says, keeping response short. Then, as if he had to force the words out of his mouth, he adds, “Actually, no.”
You fully face him now, concern evident on your face. “Is something wrong? Did you want to go back-”
“No!” Steve quickly interrupts you. You shut your mouth, your eyes wide. He squeezes his eyes shut at his tone. “Shit, sorry. I didn’t mean for it to come out like that. I just–there’s something that I have to tell you.”
“You’re making me a little nervous, Steve,” you huff out a short laugh.
Get it together, man, Steve thinks.
“Sorry, I’m not trying to. It’s just…,” Steve pauses, “...I haven’t been completely honest with you, and I feel like I need to.” He pauses again, runs a hand through his hair, and takes a deep breath. “It’s not a bad thing–I mean it could be a bad thing, it just all depends on how you take it. I don;t even know how to tell you this, but Dustin said that I shouldn’t just sit around and do nothing about it, which is crazy that I’m listening to advice given from him because I’m usually the one giving–”
“For fucks sake, Steve, just spit it out!” you cut off his rambling.
“I like you!” he spits out.
Then silence.
You’re speechless as you stand there staring at him, your mouth slightly agape. Steve’s practically out of breath from his little rant, so he just stands there panting as he looks back at you, waiting for a response–waiting for you to say anything.
Okay, maybe it is a good thing that you didn’t stay home tonight.
“Say something,” Steve pleads, his voice barely a whisper. He doesn’t know what to do with his hands so he puts them on his hips.
“So, you like me?” you repeat, just wanting confirmation.
Steve gulps. “Yeah.”
“And you’ve felt this way for…” you drift off, wanting him to continue.
“For a long, long time, actually.”
“And this isn’t a prank?”
“Hell no. I promise.” Then more silence. “So…what do you think?”
You open your mouth to speak, but the sound of fireworks exploding above you startles you. Faint cheering can be heard from the lake in the distance.
Steve hesitantly steps closer to you, the colors from the fireworks reflecting on his skin. “I really need you to say something, otherwise, I might pass out.”
“I like you, too,” you rush out, your voice barely heard against the explosions.
Steve’s eyebrows raise, his face lighting up. He heard you. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” you nod, your voice louder this time as a shy grin begins to spread on your lips.
Steve lets out a breath before stepping even closer until the distance between the two of you is closed. “For how long?”
“For a long, long time,” you echo Steve’s earlier words making him smile.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
You shrug as you look up at him. “Probably the same reason you didn’t tell me.”
Steve’s hand finds your cheek, his eyes never leaving yours. “Guess we wasted a lot of time then, huh.”
“Depends on how you look at it.”
Steve takes a second to look up at the fireworks in the sky before looking back down at you. Then, he says, “let me start our new year off right, then,” before leaning in to kiss you.
You basically melt at the way his lips feel so soft against yours. You hear a soft thud from Steve letting his flashlight hit the ground before using both hands to grab your waist and pull you into him.
Back at the lake, Mike asks, “Where’d those two disappear off to?”
“They went in the woods to suck face,” Dustin smirks.
Content - fluff, kissing, established relationship, a couple swear words, suggestiveness, but overall pretty chill
Word count - 1605
a/n - I've definitely fallen of the fanfic train recently, but I'm trying to get back into it. I wanted to get this posted before the next part of S5 released, and I also just skimmed through this, so there may or may not be mistakes. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy :)
Summary: Nancy told you about this new perfume that made all the boys go crazy when they smell it, but you didn't expect Steve to be one of them.
You’re humming along to the song on your record player, excitement running through your veins as you get ready for your day with Steve.
With all the drama that’s been happening the past few weeks with monsters, portals to different dimensions, and almost dying several times, it feels nice to finally have a day where you can spend time with your boyfriend. Alone. Steve had planned a picnic in a field for the two of you, and you’re just hoping that your date goes well without any interruptions.
Today also gives you an excuse to use this new perfume Nancy had given you. She called it pheromone perfume and it apparently makes men go crazy when they smell it. Now, do you completely believe it? No, but it doesn’t hurt to try, besides the perfume does have a pleasant smell and you’re beginning to run low in your collection.
Beep! Beep!
Your smile widens as you look out your window to see Steve outside in his car waiting for you. Perfect timing.
You push away from the window to look yourself over in the mirror one more time. Grabbing the bottle of perfume, you spray a few pumps onto your skin, making sure to get your neck like Nancy had told you. After going through a mental checklist to make sure you had everything, you’re out the door.
When Steve sees you walk out the front door, he exits the car and walks around to meet you at the passenger door.
“Long time no see, gorgeous,” Steve tells you with that signature smirk of his.
You playfully roll your eyes as he opens the door for you. “It’s been, what, like two days?”
“Yeah, but it felt like forever,” he shoots you a wink. You pretend to be grossed out, but you and Steve both know how much you love when he acts like this.
You watch as Steve leans in for a kiss, but you instantly put your hands on his chest to hold him back. His cool expression falters into confusion, until you reassure him by saying, “Mrs. Riley is probably watching.”
This makes Steve groan. “Oh, for god’s sake. Who gives a shit what that woman thinks? She’s just jealous that someone way younger than her is in a romantic relationship when her own husband doesn’t want to touch her.”
You cover your mouth as you choke out a laugh. “Steve!”
“What, you know it’s true,” Steve says with a shrug, completely unashamed, his smirk widening as he watches you crack up. “The only action that she probably gets is whatever action she sees by watching people from that window of hers.”
You’re still giggling as you duck down to enter his car. Meanwhile, a pleasant smell enters Steve’s nostrils as you move past him, making him momentarily freeze. His eyebrows furrow, giving the air a couple of sniffs.
You look up at Steve just standing there as you get adjusted in the car. “You alright, Harrington?” you question with a small laugh.
“…Yeah, just thought I smelled something,” Steve replies. He quickly shakes his head to snap out of it and closes the passenger door.
“Alright, you ready to go, princess”? Steve asks you as he buckles himself in, one hand landing on the steering wheel with his other arm resting on the armrest.
“As long as you’re sure that you have everything,” you give him a pointed look.
Steve lets out a dramatic sigh as he lets his head fall back against his headrest. “Yes, I did. I got the sandwiches, the fruit, those kettle chips you like because according to you ‘it’s the perfect amount of crunch to go with a sandwich,’ and I got the correct cookies this time.”
(Steve won’t tell you this, but he had to ask for Max’s help to make sure he bought the right cookies.)
“Look at you, good job!” you praise.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he says, brushing your praise off, but the small smile sitting on his lips is obvious to you.
You lean over the arm rest to give him a quick kiss on the cheek as a reward, purposefully placing your arm on his chest so the perfume on your wrist wafts up into nostrils. Steve opens his mouth to complain about just getting a kiss on the cheek, but stops as the sweet smell he had just smelled outside of the car enters his nose again.
You notice the gears turning in his head as you lean back in your seat, but pretend to ignore it and try your best to stop a smile from breaking out on your face.
When you say, “It’s a beautiful day outside, we should have the windows down,” and reach for the button to raise your window down, Steve instantly goes to lock the windows.
You give him a confused look. “What are you doing…?”
“It’s you that I keep smelling.”
Bingo.
You continue to play into the cluelessness. “Well, I am right next to you,” you motion between the space between the two of you “…and we’re in an enclosed space.”
“You know what I mean,” Steve shakes his head. He leans his head into your space and takes a deep breath in. “Is that new perfume?”
“Oh, that? It’s just something I found in my cabinet that I forgot I had,” you say and wave your hand as if to wave the topic away, but, of course, Steve persists.
“So you’ve had this this whole time, and you didn’t know?” Steve furrows his eyebrows. He breathes you deeply as he gets even closer to you making the rise and fall of his chest under his long sleeve more prominent.
Another breath in.
You let out a giggle feeling his breath tickle your neck. “Yeah, do you like it?”
Steve leans back and raises his eyebrows. “Do I like it?” He repeats, almost scoffing. “We haven’t even left the street, and I’m already losing my damn mind. I mean, are you trying to kill me?”
Alright, so maybe Nancy was right about this pheromone perfume thing.
You look away shyly, before looking back at Steve. “So…I guess I can take that as a yes?”
Steve murmurs a quick, “Hell yeah,” before giving into his urges and closing the space between you two.
His eagerness makes you laugh into the kiss, your arms making their way around Steve’s shoulders. One of his hands still occupies the steering wheel, his knuckles turning more and more white the longer he breathes you in and the longer he has to control himself. His composure slowly begins to chip away, his hand leaving the steering wheel and going to grip your cheek.
You’re the one to pull away, only because you don’t want to have a full makeout session with your boyfriend in front of your house in broad daylight. As you pull away, Steve subconsciously tries to follow your lips with his, desperately wanting to continue.
His eyes flutter open as you place your hands on his chest, using them to keep him at bay. “Cool it, Harrington,” you warn.
Steve dramatically lets his head fall forward with a groan. A moment passes before he quickly lifts his head back up.
“I have an idea,” he starts with his eyes lit up, “how about we save the picnic for another day, and instead, we could do something else.”
You shake your head at the suggestive look he gives you. “Steve, you promised. We’ve been talking about this for weeks.”
The look on your face breaks Steve’s heart a bit. He runs his hands down his face with a sigh, before letting his hands fall in his lap. That’s when you notice his little…situation.
“You’re right, I’m don’t know wha-,” Steve begins, but you can’t help but cut him off.
“Wait a minute, are you hard right now?” you ask, your tone light.
Steve looks down at his lap before quickly using his hands to try and cover himself. You can see the color starting to spread on his cheeks.
“Well sue me for being attracted to my own girlfriend,” Steve deadpans. When he sees a giant grin spread across your lips and he hears the beginning of a laugh, he says, “Oh god. Don’t start.”
You feign innocence. “What? I’m not doing anything.”
“You’re laughing at my pain.”
“I’m not,” you respond in the middle of holding back a laugh.
“Y’know what? Let’s just go,” says Steve as he turns the key in the ignition and starts up the car.
“Okay, okay, wait. I’m sorry,” you rush out, giggles surrounding each of your words.
You unbuckle your seatbelt to allow yourself to lean over the armrest to wrap your arms around Steve’s shoulders once again, pretty much suffocating him. Steve continues to face forward, pretending to be annoyed. You’re enjoying this ashy too much.
“It’s kinda cute that my perfume can do that to you,” you try to reassure him, but you just end up making it worse.
“Cute?” Steve turns his head the best he can to look at you and raises an eyebrow. “Are you done?”
“Yes.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I promise.” You pull away and fasten yourself back into your seat. “What are we waiting for, Harrington? You brought cookies for dessert, but I might let you have something else,” you tease.
It’s like a fire is lit underneath Steve’s seat. He wastes no time pulling away from the curb and making his way down the street.
“If I don’t die from a demogorgan, you just might be my cause of death.”
a/n - this was meant to be posted for halloween, but since I'm a procrastinator, I'm a few hours late. Whew It's been a while since I've posted and I didn't want to completely miss kinktober (in my eyes this still counts lol) Also thank you all for 1k while I've been gone. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy :) - *dedicated to my friend D*
Summary: You've been wanting Stack to change for a while, but he's against the idea. Of course, though, he can't so no to your forever and agrees--but on his terms.
“Are ya sure you don’t want me to find you a ride, sunshine?” I’m sure one of the twins is fine with drivin’ you,” Cornbread says as you’re on your way out the door. “Well, many not Stack since I know you’re still mad at him for some reason.”
Club Juke’s opening night has just come to a successful end, and you’re about to head home. Even though you had a great time, you can feel your energy slowly depleting. You were planning on taking it easy today, but that all changed when Stack walked into your mama’s shop out of the blue and asked for your help on getting the building up and running. Being on your feet all day is not for the weak.
“I’m good, but thanks though,” you tell him as you walk past him with a smile, wrapping your shawl around your shoulders.
“Come on, girl, at least let me walk ya back,” he offers.
You let out a laugh and stop and turn back around to face him. “Would you relax? I’ve walked home by myself at later times than this, I’ll be fine. I don’t live that far, and there’s no klan in this area. Besides, I enjoy the walk.”
“You’re crazy,” he shakes his head.
“I’ll be fine,” you repeat and place a reassuring hand onto Cornbread’s arm.
He just looks at you for a moment before letting out a deep sigh. “Alright then, but if you somehow end up dead in the middle of the woods, I won’t be the one to blame.”
Slim suddenly walks up behind Cornbread and slaps him on the shoulder. “Your big ass couldn’t protect her anyways,” Slim says with a deep laugh.
“Better me than your drunk ass,” Cornbread scoffs.
Slim immediately straightens up and points a finger at Cornbread. “I’m not drunk, right now.”
“That’s a huge surprise, ‘specially since there’s always a bottle in your hand. And would y’look at that, what do we have here,” Cornbread motions to the half empty bottle in Slim’s hand.
“You think you’re funny, huh?” Slim raises an eyebrow.
“Alright, boys, before you two go any further, I’m gonna go ahead and go,” you playfully roll your eyes.
You hear Slim say something else as you turn and walk away, “Be careful, sweetheart. If anyone tries t’mess with ya, just send them my way.”
“Man, please,” is the last thing you hear Cornbread say right before you’re out of earshot.
A few minutes later and a ways down the road from the abandoned sawmill turned club, you’re still laughing and smiling to yourself about the interaction between the two idiots. You see the last car leaving from the club and drive past you with a honk goodnight.
It isn’t until you hear a few screams in the distance that you freeze. Goosebumps form along your skin as you turn in the direction of the noise.
It’s probably just some drunk party-goers still out, right?
You stay still for a second more before turning back towards the direction of your home. You wrap your shawl tighter around your body as a form of comfort.
A couple minutes later, you hear a sound from somewhere in the woods not too far from you. This time a chill runs up your spine and through your limbs.
Damn you, Cornbread, for making me paranoid.
Enough standing. You put some pep in your step as you hurriedly continue walking, keeping an eye and ear out for anything unusual.
You can just see your home in the distance when you begin to get the feeling that someone is watching you. Then, you hear a branch snap and some rustling a little too close to you. You instantly stop and turn around. You feel your heart beat faster and your breathing starts to pick up.
Maybe you’ve walked home alone at night too many times, and your luck is about to run out. You feel sick.
As soon as you turn around, your legs go weak, your heart drops, and you’re about to scream at the sight of someone standing in front of you when the person clamps their hand over your mouth.
“Shhh, don’t scream. It’s just me,” Stack tells you.
You look up at Stack with wide eyes. Stack stands in front of you with his usual smirk, his clothes still spotless after several hours of partying. His red tie and hat stand out from the moonlight.
“Are you out of your damn mind? I thought I was about to die!” you shriek after pushing him away from you.
Stack laughs and sticks his hands into his dress pants pockets. “Now why would you think that?”
“Why would…are you serious right now? It’s the middle of the fucking night.”
“Which is exactly why I’m out here. Cornbread told me you left by yourself, and I don’t know why the hell you would go and do something like that. You knew damn well I’d take you home.”
“I was doing just fine without you,” you say.
Were you scared shitless? Yes, but, physically you were doing just fine.
You fold your arms across your chest as you look off to the side. Stack notices and ducks his head to try to get you to look at him as he takes a step closer to you.
“C’mon, sunshine, y’know I’ll always be here to protect ya. What kind of man would I be if I couldn’t do that?” He asks. You say nothing. “On the bright side, at least you’re talking to me again.”
You just stare at him in disbelief for a moment, before letting out a scoff. You make sure to bump into him as you shove past him and continue on.
Is it petty? Yes, it’s late and you’re not in the mood to deal with him right now. Stack is right on your heel as you walk.
“As you can see I’m fine, so you can turn around now.”
Stack is right on your heel as you walk. You notice him shake his head out of the corner of your eye.
“No can do. I remember you telling me that your mama wouldn’t be home tonight since she’s taking care of your aunt, so let me at least make sure you get inside safe.”
You contemplate whether to say something else, but decide against it. Stack’s stubbornness is nothing new to you, it’s just the fact that he’s beating around the bush and not addressing the disagreement the two of you had earlier that annoys you.
It’s silent between the two of you for the rest of the way, the only sound coming from yours and his feet against the dirt road and a few noises from the wildlife.
After opening the door to your home, you’re prepared to close it behind you, but Stack holds it open with his hand.
You sigh. “You made sure that I got home safe, so please, Elias, just go.”
“Woah. You’re usin’ my government name, now?” he asks.
“What do you want from me?”
“C’mon, baby, don’t be like this,” Stack tells you. He takes a few steps into the house after sensing that you aren’t ready to completely push him away. He closes the door behind him and removes his hat, holding it in his hands. “I just wanna talk.”
He watches as you toss your clutch on the table and unwrap your shawl from your shoulders. You lay it along the back of a chair and lean against the side of the table.
“Why now? When I tried to talk to you earlier, you told me you weren’t ready to talk about it. Every single time that I bring up the fact that I want you to turn me, you just push me away!”
There’s a shift in the atmosphere. Stack practically flenches at the word ‘turn’. He clenches his jaw and adverts his gaze as he stares past you, his body now tense.
You toss your hands up in the air before letting them hit your sides. “And look at you now, you can’t even look at me.”
Stack takes a deep breath, his nostrils flared. His tone is calm as he asks, “What do I have to say for ya to stop bringin’ that up?”
You’re taken aback at his question. You can tell Stack is on edge, but you don’t care. This has been eating at you for weeks, and you want answers.“You want me to just stop?”
He finally looks back at you. “Yes.”
Your heart drops. “How could you say that?”
“Please, let’s…let’s not do this right now,” Stack shakes his head and he takes a couple of steps back, physically pulling away from the conversation.
You push off of the table and walk closer to Stack. “No, Stack, I want to do this now. You said you wanted to talk, so let’s talk.”
Stack continues to shake his head. “I don’t know what ya want me to say.”
“Say something, anything, just don’t shut me out like this,” you plead. You suddenly feel out of breath.
Stack runs a hand down his face. You notice the muscles in his jaw working. “I can’t,” you hear Stack say faintly.
“What?”
“I can’t, okay!” he repeats, louder this time, causing you to jump. “I mean, I can, but I just…c’mon, baby. Why the hell do you want to become a vampire, huh? I can barely stand the sun, I’m always hungry, I can hear everything. I even have to control myself so I don’t hurt you because your scent is so strong.”
You reach for one of his hands and hold it close to your heart. He looks down at his hand in your hold. “You wouldn’t have to worry about any of that if you would just change me. You told me you loved me, Stack. Didn’t you mean that?”
Stack furrows eyebrows as he looks down at you. “How could y’ask me something like that? Of course I fuckin’ love you. I love y’enough that I don’t wanna see you suffer like me.”
“I don’t want to be stuck here growing old and eventually die while you stay you.”
“There’s nothin’ wrong with grow-”
“Don’t you dare finish the sentence Stack. Growing old means nothing if I’m doing it without you.”
A moment of silence passes between the two of you as you both look into each other’s eyes. Stack racks his brain for anything he can say to change your mind, and you’re hoping and pleading that he will finally agree inside yours.
He has to look away from you because there’s no way in hell he can think clearly with you looking up at him like that.
When Stack finally breaks the silence with a sigh, your expression shifts to one of hope.
“You’re goin’ to ruin me,” he murmurs. Suddenly, he tosses his hat to the side, not caring where it lands. Then, his eyes find yours once more.
You’re confused, but you don’t get a chance to ask what he means before he leans forward and kisses you, catching you completely off guard.
You stumble back, and Stack just moves with you. He places one of his hands onto the small of your back and places the other on your neck as his lips move against yours, a deep noise escaping him. His tongue makes its way between your lips, sliding and pushing against yours. Your hands move up to grip the material of his vest, before wrapping around his neck. His lips are soft but the force is rough, passionate.
Thank god your mama isn’t home.
Stack pulls away out of breath, giving you only a moment to catch your own breath, to say, “If I’m gon’ to turn ya, I’m gonna do it on my terms,” and then his lips are back on yours.
Stack begins backing you up, and once your body hits the edge of the table, he bends down to pick you up by your thighs and place you on top of the table. Your dress rises as your legs automatically spread for him, allowing Stack to stand comfortably in between them, his lips not leaving yours for a second.
With a rough tug, he pulls your hips even closer to the edge of the table and finally detaches his lips from yours and moves to your neck. Your heart jumps in anticipation as you feel his nose graze your neck, warmth already pooling in your core. His breath is hot and heavy as he pants against you, tickling your skin and making your insides flutter. One of his hands presses against the back of his head, keeping him there.
You can’t see the way Stack's eyes roll into his skull as he breathes you in, but you can feel the way one of his hands tightens on the back of your dress, clenching the fabric in his hands as a reminder to stay in control of himself. You can feel the slight prickle of his fangs as he drags his lips against you.
“I don’t wanna rush with ya, sunshine,” he whispers into your ear, breathing out a laugh at the way your body shivers against him. “I can tell you're excited. I can hear your heart pounding.”
“Stop playing with me,” you whine. Stack just chuckles before shushing you.
His mouth opens against your skin, scattering kisses against you. All the while, his hand leaves from your back and moves to your thigh, slowly making his way to what he wants in the center. A gasp leaves you when he finds that place behind your ear, making you throb. You feel a smirk curl on his lips, and as much as you want to roll your eyes, you don’t.
His trails of kisses make their way to your chin and end at your mouth. You whimper when you feel him cup you in his palm, before pushing your panties to the side. With the wetness he finds, he uses his thumb to spread it from your opening all the way up to your clit. You let out a whine as he begins to rub tight circles into you. Needing something to hold on to, you grab a hold of his dress shirt.
“What d’we have here?” Stack smirks at you. “You’re ready f’me ain’t you.”
“Stack…,” you breathe out. He dips down to tease your eager hole a few times, making you clench around nothing, before going back up to your clit.
“Now it's ‘Stack,’ but I remember when you called me by my full name earlier, don’t you?” he asks with a condescending tone, his eyes on yours as his hand still teases you from below. He leans towards your ear to whisper, “I’ll let it go, just this once.”
You spread your legs wider wanting more, needing more. You’re grateful when Stack takes the bucking of your hips as a sign to hurry up. That’s when you feel his middle finger slide into your pussy with ease, thanks to your arousal practically seeping out of you.
You can’t help how your eyes flutter closed at the way he pumps his finger inside of you a few times, before sliding a second finger in alongside it. You squirm and your back arches into his chest as he curls his fingers, massaging that spongy spot inside of you that makes you keen.
The longer he continues, the louder the noises he forces out of your soaking walls becomes, the sound turning you on even more. Your eyes roll towards the back of your skull and your mouth falls open.
“Oh my god. Please, baby,” you mewl.
Stack abruptly pulls his fingers out of you, just to spread more of your arousal around your folds. His thumb goes back to your clit to stimulate the sensitive bud, while his fingers plunge back inside of you with a squelch. A pathetic noise leaves you, and you would be embarrassed if it wasn’t for the addicting pleasure coursing through your veins.
Getting annoyed with his slow pace, you reach a hand down to grab his wrist and buck your hips along with the thrust of his fingers.
“Out of all the music I’ve heard in my life, nothing compares to the sweet sounds your fuckin’ pussy makes for me,” Stack voices with a smile and a shake of his head. What d’ya think, baby? Would you agree with me?”
A small whimper is all you’re able to manage, your senses slowly becoming drowned in pleasure.
“I asked you a question. Answer me,” Stack persists.
Your answer is almost immediate. “Yes, fuck, yes.”
“You always were so needy,” he taunts, causing you to clench around his fingers.
Little do you know, Stack is practically drooling at the sight in front of him; your head thrown back and your mouth agape from his hand under your dress is almost enough to make him cum in his pants, but he’s not finished with you yet. He loves seeing the reactions he’s able to pull from you.
You reply with a small, “uh huh,” knowing that he wants you to respond, but not having the energy to completely focus on his words.
You can feel yourself arriving towards your climax, your legs trembling with every push and pull of his fingers along your walls, moans leaving your lips left and right. One of your hands is planted on the wood of the table to ground you, and the other is still gripping the fabric of Stack’s dress shirt. Your wetness is pooling out of your and dripping around Stack’s fingers, soaking your dress and the table.
Stack lips move back to your neck, whispering in your ear, “You’re gettin’ close ain’t ya, sunshine? I can feel you tightening around me.”
“Please,” you whine.
“You wanna come?” he asks, his face still in your neck.
“Yes! Please, baby, let me come,” you cry out.
You’re panting now. Your body feels hot and your vision is blurring. Whether Stack lets you come or not, you’re not going to be able to hold back much longer.
“Are ya sure you’re ready?” Stack asks, no longer talking about your orgasm, but you’re too far gone to realize.
“Yes, please,” you moan.
“Go ‘head then, baby. Come f’me,” he tells you.
That’s all you need for your body to fall over the edge, your orgasm flowing through your limbs as you come with a silent moan. Your pussy repeatedly flutters around Stack’s fingers as he continues to thrust them deep inside of you.
Suddenly, you feel teeth puncturing and sinking into the skin of your neck. Stack moans as he holds you close to him, your blood filling his mouth as he begins the process of turning you.
You didn’t know what to expect, but you didn’t expect it to feel like this.
Your eyes roll towards the back of your head as you feel a newfound pleasure coursing through your veins. The combination of Stack’s fingers and him sucking at your neck prolongs your orgasm.
You start to feel like you’re running out of breath, or like you no longer know how to breathe. You begin to feel lightheaded as your powerful orgasm begins to subside. The edges of your vision begin to darken as you stare up at the ceiling, and it doesn’t take long for your eyelids to get heavy. As hard as you try to fight the fluttering eyelids from the sudden sleepiness, your stamina is depleted.
Falling unconscious is inevitable. You manage to wrap your arm around his neck with the last of your energy, putting your hand on the back of his head to let him know that it’s okay.
Stack removes his fingers from your walls and holds your limp body in his arms, blood beginning to drip from the corners of Stack’s lips down the sides of his face. His own eyes shut in pleasure at the feeling of him finally being able to lose control with you.
When he eventually pulls away, Stack slowly sets your limp body on the table. Mixed emotions travel through his body at the sight of the broken skin on your neck, blood dripping down your skin. Even though this is what you wanted, part of him can’t help but start to feel guilty as he looks down at you.
He wipes his stained mouth with his sleeve, before gently picking you up and carrying you to your room.
He knows the smile he’ll see on your face when you’re finally up will make this all worth it. He never really could resist you.
Warnings - fluff, kissing at the end ;), some swearing, confession of feelings, insecurities and self doubt, readers nickname is Pea
Word count - 8195 (my longest yet, insane)
a/n - finally here it is, the long awaited part 2 to Peas in a Pod, but this can technically be read by itself! I would like to apologize for taking so long to get this out, I really didn't mean for it to take me a month lol💀 Thank you for all the love on the previous part and I hope you enjoy, thanks for reading :)
Summary: After you and Stack confessed your feelings for one another, the two of you decide to take things slow. Everything seems to be going fine until you encounter an old friend, sparking some negative feelings within you and causing you to avoid Stack. Of course, you can't avoid him forever.
“So you’re telling me that everything I’ve seen in the papers about the untouchable SmokeStack twins is true?” you scoff in disbelief after hearing Stack go into details about his adventures with Smoke.
When you look up from the newspaper in your lap—the one that started this conversation—Stack nods, a proud yet smug smile on his face.
“You ain’t have to say ‘untouchable’ like that, though,” Stack rolls.
Your eyebrows furrow. “Like what?”
“Like you think it’s stupid folks call us untouchable.”
“Because it is,” you point out.
“Oh, c’mon, Pea. I don’t like to brag, but-,” Stack smirks, pretending to dust off his clothes, but you stop him before he can continue.
“Yes, you do. I know it, Smoke knows it, everyone knows it.”
Stack gives you a look for interrupting him, but you just innocently shrug before motioning for him to go on.
“I was gonna say that I don’t like to brag, but this is what happens when you don’t let just anyone do stupid shit and get over on you,” Stack tells you. “Them people are just statin’ the facts.”
“Yeah, you’re right. I mean you did just almost crush a man’s hand for trying to pick up some change you accidentally dropped. Gotta keep up that untouchable facade,” you agree with a sarcastic tone.
Stack either doesn’t notice your sarcasm or chooses to ignore it.
“Damn right,” he nods.
You quickly fold the newspaper up in your hands and swat his arm. Stack just shoots you a wink.
The two of you are sitting on a bench outside of Mrs. Chow’s shop and keeping an eye on the store and her daughter while she takes care of some errands. And by errands you mean Mrs. Chow is tending to the man’s hand that Stack had tried to crush 30 minutes prior at her husband’s shop across the street. The location of the incident is only a few feet from where you sit.
Thankfully it wasn’t too hot out today, so you didn’t mind waiting, and plus this gives you a reason to spend more time with Stack.
You shake your head in disappointment at Stack’s response, but you can’t help but smile at him unapologetically being himself.
After the twins’ party a few nights ago and after some confessed feelings (Stack confessed first, and you’ll never let him forget it) the two of you decided to take things slow.
Well, more you than him. You don’t have much relationship experience—or life experience, if you compare it to the twins’— so the last thing you want to do is jump into anything. You’re only in your twenties, so what’s the rush? Who cares that a lot of women your age are already married or are in long term relationships?
Okay, maybe you do, and maybe you also feel like you’re falling behind, but you’re only human.
When you had debriefed Mary about the situation and your feelings, she had surprisingly taken your side. Usually she would says that you’re just overthinking or being your usual anxious self, but this time she said:
“You’re doing the right thing by not wanting to rush. I mean, look at me. I got married to a businessman that’s always out of town and who knows exactly what or who he’s doin’,” Mary tells you, the two of you sitting on your front porch enjoying the stars.
“Really, you think?” you ask.
“Yeah, really. You don’t have to compare yourself to all of these other women in town because I can guarantee you not all of ‘em are happy,” Mary points out.
You nod along as you begin to think of all the interactions you have seen between couples in the past; some of them happy and obviously in love, and some of them are just…there.
“And what if Stack doesn’t want to wait like I do?”
“Pea, please. How many times do I have to tell you that that man is in love with you? He’ll wait for you, and if he doesn’t then he can go ahead and take his cocky suit-wearin’ ass to hell.”
Mary’s sudden change in tone makes you burst into laughter, clutching your stomach as you bend over.
“What? I’m serious,” she admits, before joining you.
“Hello? Pea?” you hear Stack’s voice say, bringing you back to the present.
You blink a few times as you notice Stack waving a hand in front of your face. You take a deep breath as you look over at him.
“Sorry, I was just…thinking,” you speak, shaking your head to clear your thoughts.
Stack’s eyebrows are furrowed. “I can see that. What’re you thinkin’ about?”
“It’s nothing important,” you tell him while giving him a small smile.
He raises an eyebrow. “Are you sure? Didn’t look like nothing’ from how hard you were statin’ off into space.”
“It’s lady stuff, you don’t wanna know,” you joke, trying to change the subject.
“Is that supposed to scare me?” Stack smirks. You just roll your eyes and hit him again with the newspaper in your hands.
You sigh. “Really, it’s nothing,” you wave him off.
You can tell Stack doesn’t fully believe you, but he decides not to pry. Before you start feeling too awkward, you notice Mrs. Chow walking up to the two of you, dusting her hands on her apron.
“Alright, I’m all done. Thanks again for watchin’ the shop f’me,” Mrs. Chow smiles at you, but gives Stack a more firm look.
Stack just gives her a cheeky grin.
“It’s not a problem. Besides, it’s the least we could do,” you smile.
“Well, I’ll go ahead and let the two of you get on with your day. Best get him out of here before he causes anymore trouble,” she says, gently touching you on the shoulder as she walks past you and into her shop.
“Oh, come on, I ain’t that bad,” Stack scoffs at her words, but still keeps that grin on his face.
“Yeah, okay. Whatever you say,” you scoff, collecting your bag and fixing your dress as you stand up from the bench.
“What was that?” Stack teases.
He stands up with you and places his hat on top of his head before he begins poking you in your side.
“Stop,” you laugh at the ticklish feeling, using your hands to try and swat him away.
You let out a shriek as he digs his fingers into your side, causing some people to look over, but most just mind their business.
“People are looking, stop,” you lower your voice, but there’s a smile on your face as you shove him away.
You hate how giddy he makes you feel.
“Nah, I heard you say somethin’ smart,” Stack smirks and stays right on your tail as you begin walking away from him.
“I think you’re hearing things. It’s okay, though, everyone knows you’re not all there,” you snicker.
“Ohh, you think you’re funny, huh,” Stack looks at you in fake astonishment. “That hurts, Pea. You’re ‘posed to be on my side, you know we gotta stick together.”
“And I am on your side,” you playfully roll your eyes.
“Well, from what you just said, that’s not what it seems like.”
“It doesn’t matter what it seems like, all that matters is the truth. You should know this.”
“Don’t get smart. This ain’t over.”
“It is, if I say it is.”
“Alright, keep playin’,” Stack chuckles.
The two of you fall into a comfortable silence as the two of you slowly carry on down the road through the town. Stack had offered to drive, but you had declined and told him that a little exercise won’t kill anyone. Stack had just groaned, but he followed behind you anyways when he realized you were serious.
“Are you still coming over for dinner?” you ask after a while, your tone hopeful.
Smoke and Stack always used to have dinner at your house when you all were growing up, so much so that you eventually stopped asking them because you knew they would show up.
“Of course, nothing could keep me from your mama’s cookin’. I thought about it a lot while I was gone,” he says, rubbing his stomach over his clothes.
“Really?” you’re taken aback for a second.
“Really,” Stack nods sincerely.
Before either of you have the chance to say anything else, a man carrying a container loses his footing in front of you along with his hold on the object, causing it to slip from his grasp. Whatever liquid is inside splashes up onto the bottom of your dress as the container hits the ground.
You gasp as you take a step back while looking down at your clothes. Some people passing by turn to look at the cause of the commotion.
You hate nosy people.
“Oh, no. I’m so sorry ma’am. I didn’t mean to,” the man frantically apologizes, his eyes wide, “My buddy told me not to carry this by myself, but I was bein’ stubborn and look where that got me. I shoul-.”
You hold your hand up to cut him off, shaking your head with a small smile. “It’s fine, don’t worry about it.”
Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Stack making a move to say something, but you quickly place a hand on his arm.
“Don’t, it’s okay,” you tell him softly, giving him a look to let him know you’re serious.
Stack hesitates as he looks down at you. His body is tense and his jaw is tight, but once he sees your face, he takes a deep breath before looking away from the scene in front of him.
When you look back at the man in front of you, you see the uneasiness on his face as he notices Stack standing next to you.
“I really am sorry, ma’am. I meant no disrespect,” the man shifts uncomfortably.
“Don’t worry about it. Like you said, it’s an accident. Besides, I’m sure this isn’t something a little elbow grease can’t fix,” you give the man a reassuring smile, and he nods.
Not wanting to stand there any longer, you give the man one last smile as you walk past him, pulling Stack with you.
“Sorry about the dress,” you say once the two of you are out of ear shot.
Stack had given you the dress a couple of days ago, saying that he felt bad for coming back after all this time without something to give you. You had insisted that you didn’t need anything and that having you and Smoke back in one piece was good enough, but had just ignored you and shoved the dress into your hands.
Stack is confused as he looks at you. “Why are you sorry?”
“Because I ruined the dress you gave me.”
“You didn’t ruin it, that piece of shit back there did. You should’ve let me say something to him back there,” Stack grumbles, glancing back at the man in the distance.
“And say what? He didn’t mean to, Stack. Sometimes, you just gotta let things go. Besides, you already hurt a man earlier, there’s no need for more violence.”
He rolls his eyes. Then, he says, “just know, I would’ve said something if you wanted me to.”
“I know you would’ve, but I didn’t need you to.”
“Okay, Miss independent. You don’t need me no more, I see,” Stack jokes, giving you a playful nudge with his shoulder.
“Oh, please. I never needed you, you just never listened and kept weaseling your way into things in the past.”
“And I was just a man tryin’ to handle business,” Stack throws his hands up dramatically and sighs.
“Man? Your voice was still squeaking when you talked,” you snort.
“Hey! That’s not funny, I was in the process of becoming a man,” Stack tells you with a serious face. The two of you share a look for a moment before bursting into laughter. “I missed spendin’ time with you, Pea.”
You feel your face get warm as you glance down at your feet with a shy smile at his admission.
And I missed you too.
Being around Stack makes you feel like everything only happened yesterday, like no time has passed and the two of you haven’t changed.
He brings a different side of you out.
God. You sound gross, you sound in love—if this is even what love feels like.
“Well, who wouldn’t miss me?” you tease.
Stack playfully shakes his head with a smile, before grabbing your hand and twirling you around. You’re taken aback at first, but you quickly recover and let him spin you in the middle of the street.
Elias ‘Stack’ Moore is twirling you around in the street.
Before the two of you could get too lost in the moment, you hear a female voice call out.
“Well, I’ll be damned, it must be my lucky day. Is that one of the twins I see over there?” the woman’s voice is teasing.
You turn in the direction of the voice and see a gorgeous woman with a bright smile slowly walking over. There’s a hat sitting on top of her neatly styled hair, and she’s wearing a dress that matches her glove and purse. She uses one of her covered hands to shield her eyes from the sun.
You’re not sure if you’re dizzy because of all the spinning or from the way Stack gently rests his hand on your back as he stands next to you.
“It’s my lucky day, which one of the twins are you?” the woman asks, but quickly laughs and adds, “Who am I kidding? I can recognize you from a mile away, Stack.”
You’re confused at first, thinking that this was some random stranger walking up to the two of you, but as you look up at Stack, you can tell by the smile growing on his face that he recognizes the woman.
“Liza? What the hell are you doin’ in Mississippi?” Stack asks. His hand leaves your back as he leaves your side to go hug the woman—Liza.
Your mood shifts a bit.
“Sightseeing, although there’s not that much to see,” Liza giggles.
“Sightseein’ my ass, what are you really doin’ out here?” Stack asks as he pulls away.
“My father’s in town handlin’ some business, and I decided to tag along because why not? I remembered you mentioning’ something about you bein’ from Mississippi, but I didn’t think I’d actually run into you,” Liza grins up at Stack. Then, she finally notices you standing over to the side. “Look at you being rude, Stack. Who’s your friend?”
Friend.
Stack moves to put his arm around your shoulder, not on your back like it was a few moments ago, but around your shoulders. “This is Pea, she grew up with me and Smoke. We go way back.”
He didn’t correct her. It’s not like he’s supposed to, though, the two of you aren’t official. It still hurts.
“Pea?” Liza asks with furrowed brows.
“It’s a nickname,” you explain, to which she nods.
“It’s sweet that you guys have stayed close after all this time.” Liza holds her hand out for you to shake. “I’m Elizabeth, but everyone calls me Liza, I guess you could say that that’s my nickname. It’s nice to meet you.”
So cheer-y.
“It’s nice to meet you, too.”
Her hands are soft, her fingernails are nicely manicured, she smells amazing, and she looks even better up close. There has to be something wrong with her, she’s too perfect.
Then Liza’s bright smile changes into a gasp as she looks down, “Oh, honey, you got a little somethin’ on your dress.”
Your heart drops. “Oh, it’s nothing. I ran into someone earlier and they spilled this on my dress,” you respond, glancing down at the spot still on your dress.
For a moment, you had forgotten all about it.
Now, you suddenly feel hyper-aware of your appearance in comparison to Liza’s. Here she is looking all elegant from head to toe, and then here you are with a stain on your dress. Stack’s dress. A dress you had felt so confident in an hour ago, but not now as you stand in front of Liza.
You shouldn’t be embarrassed, but you are.
Why couldn’t she have popped up earlier before everything happened?
“What a shame, it looks like a lovely dress despite the stain. I know someone who can remove almost anythin’ if you’re interested?”
“I think I’ll manage, but thank you, though,” you offer a kind smile.
“Of course,” she tells you, before turning her attention back to Stack. “I gotta go, but I’ll be in town for a couple of days, so we should get together before I leave. I’m sure my father would love to see you.”
Your eyebrows are raised as you look between the two.
“I don’t think your old man would be too happy to see me after I won that game against him,” Stack chuckles.
“Oh, please, I’m sure he’s over it. Besides, I think he was more impressed than anythin’. Think about it at least?”
“Yeah, sure. I’ll think about it.”
“Perfect,” Liza claps. She turns to you to say, “It was really great to meet you.”
You watch as Liza leaves, her confidence obvious in the way she walks in her heels. Why are you surprised, she’s just the type of woman Stack would go for.
-
You’re not as excited for dinner as you should be, given the fact that it’s Stack’s first time in your house in years. You hate how much that Liza girl had affected your mood for the day.
After washing your dress and successfully getting the stain out, you changed into a new one for dinner, although it didn’t really matter. You’re pretty sure you hung your appetite up alongside your dress on the clothesline.
Even though you weren’t in the mood to eat, you were apparently still in the mood to laugh. You couldn’t help the noises that left you as your mother and Stack shared memories from over the years.
Your mother went on a tangent summarizing everything that Stack had missed out on concerning the whole town. She told him about how boring the stories the women at church told in his and Smoke’s absence, but also how a lot of people in town missed them even though they would never admit it to twins’ faces.
Stack enlightened her on his adventures with his brother, but you could tell when he was leaving out some details or changing them to spare your mother.
After dinner, when Stack had asked you if you wanted to take a walk with him outside, you had declined and told him that you weren’t feeling too well—which wasn’t a complete lie.
You just needed some time to yourself to think.
-
A few days later, Stack hadn’t seen or heard from you since that night. At first, he just thought you were still feeling under the weather from dinner, but as time passed that just didn’t seem likely.
Stack didn’t want to admit it, but he felt like he was going crazy. He had just gotten you back and the two of you were making progress, but then poof. You’re gone.
Was it something he had done?
You told him wanted to take things slow, but did he somehow move too fast? Was he laying on too heavy with the flirting? Did you not like when he twirled you around in the street?
And why the hell did he twirl you in the street? Who was he? Better yet, who were you making him become?
He was different when he was around you, but he liked that, didn’t he?
Stack asked around for you during the gatherings at the Juke Joint, and most people would say that they had spoken to you earlier in the day or they had passed by you in town. Cornbread, Slim, Sammy, Smoke, and Annie hadn’t seen you either.
Yesterday, Stack had run into Mary after she had gotten off at the train station. When he asked her about you, she was confused because she had figured you’d be spending most of your time with Stack while she was gone. She didn’t tell Stack any of that, though, and instead told him that she was sure that you’re fine.
To anyone else, Stack seemed like his usual witty and firm self, but it was obvious to Smoke and Annie that something was off about him.
Annie wanted Smoke to say something to his brother, but talking about feelings was never Smoke’s strong suit.
So, he made Annie do it.
“Word on the street is you’ve gone soft,” Annie smirks at Stack, her voice gentle and teasing as she casually walks up to Stack.
Stack was leaning with his back against the bar with his arms folded across his chest as he watched people move around the dance floor.
“Oh, yeah? Says who?” Stack lets out a humorless laugh, keeping his eyes in front of him.
“The streets,” Annie jokes. Stack gives her an unimpressed look, but Annie keeps her smirk as she comes to stand next to him and mimics his stance. “What’s the matter with you?”
“What do you mean? Ain’t nothin’ wrong with me.” Stack’s face contorts.
“Boy,” Annie scoffs, “try tellin’ that to someone who doesn’t know you.”
“Well, I’m tellin’ you that nothin’ is wrong with me.”
Annie raises an eyebrow as she turns her body to face him. “Mhm. So why have you been walkin’ around here all sad and lookin’ like you got a stick up your ass?”
Stack breathes out a frustrated sigh as his jaw tenses. “What the hell do you want, Annie?”
“I want you to tell me what’s got you actin’ like this. Your brother notices it, too, but he just didn’t wanna say anythin’ so I am.”
Stack looks over at Smoke in the distance leaning against a pillar as he watches with a smile as Slim performs.
What a pussy.
“We can stand here all night gettin’ absolutely nowhere, or we can just get to it. The choice is yours. That hard-headed brother o’ yours is just as stubborn as you, so this little facade you got goin’ on doesn’t phase me one bit.”
Stack lets out a sigh and doesn’t say anything, but Annie notices the slight flicker of emotion in his face, so she keeps talking.
“Is it Pea?” Annie questions, even though she already knows the answer.
This makes Stack whip his head towards her. Annie smirks.
“What, you don’t think I notice how upbeat you’ve been lately? I can put two and two together. Plus, I saw you in town with her the other day while I was grabbin’ some ingredients. Now here you keep askin’ around about her because she ain’t here by your side, which is why you look like a puppy dog who got kicked,” Annie continues.
Stack isn’t a fan of the puppy comparison but chooses to ignore it. “So you saw that, huh?” he asks.
“Yes. Now, what’s wrong? Did you guys get in a fight or somethin’?”
“No, we didn’t. She’s avoidin’ me for no reason.”
“Well, I’m sure there’s a reason,” Annie scoffs.
“Well, if there is, I obviously don’t know what the fuck it is! You just said you saw us in town and seen for yourself that everythin’ was fine, but apparently not, and I’m over here goin’ damn near crazy.” Stack does his best to keep his voice down but doesn’t do a very good job.
Annie, being used to the twins’ reactions, lets Stack’s outburst wash over her like nothing. If anything, this tells her how much Stack cares for you, and not just as in a bestfriend way.
“Use that big head o’ yours and think. Did she say somethin’ to you to let you know that she was upset? Was she actin’ different later that day? Did anythin’ at all happen that she seemed fine with in the moment but could upset her?”
Stack rolls his eyes, thinking to himself that there’s no way he’s going to figure this out. Then, as he goes back into his memories to recall that day with you for what seems to be the 100th time, it clicks.
-
While Stack was receiving an insightful pep talk from Annie, you were getting one from Mary.
The two of you were sitting at your dining table drinking tea that your mother had just made, and you were planning on not telling her anything and just start rambling about whatever comes to mind, but Mary had other plans.
“So, what’s this I hear about Stack not bein’ able to find you? What the hell did I miss while I was gone?” Mary asks you.
“How do you know that?”
“I saw him yesterday at the train station, and he came up to me and asked about you. I didn’t say anything, of course, but what the hell happened while I was gone? Did things change?”
You don’t look up at her and instead fidget with the spoon inside of your cup.
“Pea, come on. Don’t make me sit here all night because I will, and you know I will,” Mary tells you, leaning back in her chair with her arms folded.
So you tell her everything—from spending the day with Stack to meeting Liza, who is probably one of Stack’s one night stands, in a ruined dress.
“I’m sorry, that bitch said ‘honey’ to you?” Mary is taken aback.
You quickly shush her and glance back towards the kitchen where your mother still was. Yeah, you’re a grown woman, but it just seems weird to have someone come into your house and swear around her.
Mary just waves you off and tells you to keep going. She knows your mother loves her and mostly likely won’t say anything.
“Yeah, but I’m not sure if she meant it in a snarky way or if she was just saying that because it’s something she always says,” you point out.
Mary gives you a ‘really’ look. “Trust me, if everythin’ happened like the way you just told me, then this Liza girl was bein’ exactly how you think she was. Don’t let that woman get to you, if anything, you’re the one that got to her.”
“And what makes you say that?” You scoff.
“Because she felt the need to point out that something was wrong with your dress, and I don’t care how kind or gentle her tone seemed, she didn’t mean it in a friendly way. I would never do somethin’ like that to you, ‘specially not in front of a man.”
You stare into space as you think about it for a moment. “I guess you’re right, but I still don’t understand why she would feel threatened by me. I mean, you didn’t see her. She was gorgeous and I’m just…me. It would make sense if the two of them were ever together.”
“Don’t you dare,” Mary tells you as she sits back up in her chair. “Don’t you dare start puttin’ yourself down like that. So what, I wasn’t there to see Liza. Any woman who is ugly on the inside looks just the same on the outside in my eyes.”
“Well, I’m not putting myself down…I was just telling it how it is,” you shrug.
Mary holds her hand up to stop you. “Don’t even try me. You might not realize it, but that’s exactly what you’re doin’, Pea.”
You open your mouth to speak, and Mary quickly shuts you down with a look.
“I’ve known you your whole damn life, and I’ll be damned if I let some random woman come here and tear you down after only knowing you for five whole seconds. Don’t let me run into her because who the hell does she think she is?”
You can’t help but smile at your best friend’s choice of words. Her tone might seem aggressive or intense, but deep down you know anything that she says comes from love.
You hear a faint “that’s right” coming from behind, which makes you turn your head only to catch your mother peeking from behind the wall.
“Ma!” you gasp.
Your mother holds her hands up in surrender as she smiles. “Sorry I ain’t mean to eavesdrop. I won’t do it no more, I promise. Carry on,” she tells the two of you.
She sends Mary a wink before leaving. When you turn back around to face Mary, she’s looking back at you with a smirk. You roll your eyes.
“What, your mother knows best and obviously agrees because she knows I’m tellin’ you nothin’ but the trust,” Mary laughs.
“Oh whatever. Don’t make me kick you out.”
“But, as I was sayin’, there’s absolutely nothin’ wrong with you, and the fact that Stack is still choosin’ you after travelin’ the damn planet should tell you everythin’ you need to know.”
“We’re not even official yet, so he didn’t exactly choose me,” you counter.
Mary dramatically throws her hands up. “How about you stop guessin’ about all of this and let Stack decide for himself. Just ask that man, there’s nothin’ to be afraid of.”
You let out a sigh. “I guess. I can’t exactly avoid him forever,” you suppose and Mary nods.
“Exactly. So this means you’ll talk to Stack tomorrow then, right?” Mary raised an eyebrow at you.
“Right,” you nod, giving her a small smile
-
Two days later, you still haven’t talked to Stack.
You know that you told Mary that you would, you just…haven’t gotten around to it–and by that, you mean you’ve been tryin’ your hardest to avoid both Stack and Mary.
It’s obvious you can’t carry on like this much longer because your mother keeps giving you this look like she wants to say something, but she never does.
You’re starting to feel a little guilty about this whole situation, but to be honest, Mary should’ve known that you weren’t going to march right up to Stack and demand that he tell you that you’re the only woman for him.
And Mary did know this, which is why she was currently bursting through the front door of your mother’s shop, with a clear attitude on her face.
“Are you kiddin’ me?” Mary asks as she crosses her arms, her purse dangling from one of her hands.
Your eyes widen as you curse under your breath. The customers that were in the shop, turned their heads at the sudden commotion.
The woman you were currently ringing up, Mrs.Lenetta, a close friend of your mother’s, looks between you and Mary before shaking her head. She’s been around long enough to not be surprised by Mary and her ways.
Besides, Mary is only comfortable causing a ruckus like this because she knows most of the people in the area. You honestly shouldn’t even be surprised.
You quickly finish up with Mrs. Lenetta, giving her an apologetic smile, before coming from behind the register and walking up to Mary.
“What the hell are you doing?” you ask her with a hushed voice.
You grab her arm to push her outside, but she moves out of your grasp. You look behind you and see the customers no longer caring and going back to browsing.
“What do you mean ‘what the hell am I doing’? What are you doing? First, you avoid Stack, but now you’re avoidin’ me? That won’t do. This is gonna get settled once and for all right here, right now.”
“I know, and I’m sor- Wait, what do you mean?” you furrow your eyebrows.
Before Mary has a chance to answer, you hear your mother’s voice announce, “Alright, everyone, I’m sorry to do this to ya, but I’m gon’ have to close up a little early.”
You whip your head around to see your mother coming out from the backroom and standing behind the counter.
Your mother rarely closes up the shop early, so she either has to be close to dying or she won some kind of lottery to do it now.
Mr. Gibbs, an older man and frequent customer, starts grumbling to himself, but your mother comes up to him with a kind smile and reassures him that he can come back anytime as she guides him out the door.
“What’s going on?” you look from your mother to Mary, but neither of them give you an answer.
Your mother waits for the last customer to walk out the door, before she finally turns to you.
“Mary’s right, honey. This has to end.”
“Are you serious? Is this some kind of intervention?” you scoff and turn to head to the backroom, but your mother stops you.
“Not so fast”
You turn around with a confused look on your face, which doesn’t change as you watch Mary go to pull the shop door open.
Then Mary leans out to say, “Come on in.”
You feel yourself begin to sweat, before you even see him, the small smirk on Mary’s face making it obvious who's waiting right outside.
Your mouth opens and you subconsciously hold your breath as you look at your mother, shaking your head in disbelief on how she could do something like this to her own daughter. Your mother gives you an unapologetic look as she claps her hands together in front of her.
Is it too late to make a run for it? Maybe you can quickly make it out the back door. Maybe you can hide? Or better yet, make the ground could just open up and swallow you whole to avoid all of this.
It’s when you finally see all of him as he steps through the door that your heart drops to the bottom of your stomach.
Stack Moore.
“Evenin’ ladies,” Stack greets, taking off his hat and calmly placing his empty hand into his pocket as he steps further inside. He gives your mother a nod, before his eyes land on you.
There’s no anger or disappointment behind his eyes from what you can see, just curiosity and his usual charming smile.
“We’ll give you two some time to talk,” Mary looks you in the eye as smirks and walks out.
You know hate is a strong word, but that’s just how you feel towards her right now, even if you know you’re going to eventually forgive her.
Is it hot in here or is it just you?
Your mother hums in agreement, before she leans in to whisper, “Close y’mouth, dear.”
You shoot her a glare as she backs away with a knowing grin, but you do close your mouth.
Your eyes follow her as she walks out of the shop and closes the door behind her. Even as you're left alone in silence with Stack not too far from you, you still keep your eyes on the door, not yet ready to look at him.
Stack’s eyes haven’t left you once, watching as you avoid him and shift under his stare. He notices the slight shine on your forehead from the thin layer of sweat forming and the way you fidget with your fingers, both tells of your nervousness.
Stack moves casually and begins to walk around the store, taking his time as he takes in everything. Things have changed since the last time he’s been here, and a sense of pride and respect filling him as he sees how much progress you and your mother have made over the years.
He doesn’t touch anything as he looks, keeping one hand in his pocket and the other holding his hat. The sound of his steps coming in contact with the wooden floorboards seem amplified with the silence surrounding the two of you.
You find your gaze shifting to the floor in front of you, suddenly becoming really interested in the old and worn floorboards that have needed to be fixed for a while. Maybe it’s finally time to get them fixed.
Better yet, maybe one of the floorboards will cave in and help you get out of this situation.
“Long time no see, Pea,” you hear Stack say, still walking around. “It’s obvious why I ain’t seen you around in a while–”
It is?
“–You’ve had to help run a family business, and y’know I know a thing or two about businesses. It ain’t easy, I understand. You have to build relationships with the customers and make sure they know they can trust you so they come back–”
Where is this going?
You’re still looking everywhere but him.
“-Communication is an important tool to being successful, and it’s obvious that you and your mama already understand that part–”
Okay?
“–So I think you can understand why I’m a little confused on why you feel you can’t communicate with me.” Stack ends his stroll right in front of you as his rant comes to an end. “What’s up with that?”
There it is.
Stack looks at you with an expectant look on his face, his eyebrows raised as he waits for you to speak.
“How’d you even know I was here?” you grumble, taking a step back as you suddenly feel too close to him.
“Mary told me. She and your mama got together and said that I should meet them here because you would be working.” You huff out a laugh because of course they did. “Come on, Pea. I asked you a question.”
You honestly don’t know what to say because there’s not much that you can say, except for the truth. Your mouth opens and closes, then opens and closes again as you try to find the right words to say.
You get frustrated and finally throw your hands up in the air. “I just–I don’t know, okay. I needed some time to myself…to think.”
“To think? Think about what? It’s been days, Pea.”
Stack follows you as you move to tidy up the front of the store. You’re behind the check out counter and Stack stands in front of you on the other side. He lays his hat down and leans onto the counter.
“Everything. Life. Me. Us.”
“Us?” Stack furrows his eyebrows. He watches as you clean the counter, but his patience begins to run low, so he snatches the rag you were using out of your hand. “What’s goin’ on, Pea? Talk to me.”
You think back to what Mary had told you; about how there’s no point in stressing over all of this and how you should just come clean to Stack because he chooses you.
So, you decide to listen to her advice, and quickly spit it out before you have a chance to chicken out.
“Do you really want to be with me?” you ask. After hearing yourself say it, though, you hate how sad your words sound. You fold your arms across your chest as a defense mechanism.
Stack is visibly taken back. “What the hell kind of question is that? Of course I wanna be with you, you think I would be goin’ through all of this trouble if I didn’t?”
Like Mary had said.
“It’s just…” you start, but you trail off.
“This is ‘cause of Liza, ain’t it?” Stack asks, already knowing the answer to it.
You raise your eyebrows as you look at him, surprised. “What makes you say that?”
“Because the day you met her was the last time I saw you. Somethin’ was off about you after we ran into her. I didn’t notice it at the time, but after thinkin’ about it, it just made sense.”
“Well, even though she did have an effect on me, she isn’t the main reason for how I feel.”
“And what is it that you feel, Pea, you ain’t tellin’ me anything!”
Just spit it out.
“I feel like I’m not good enough for you,” you breathe.
Stack’s mouth closes as he takes in what you just said. You can see the gears turning in his head as he looks back at you and just blinks. You look away and down at the old counter.
The shop falls into an uncomfortable silence, only the sounds of both yours and Stack’s breathing filling the space.
When you notice that Stack isn’t going to say anything right away, you continue. “I feel like you could have any other girl in the world because you’re you, Elias ‘Stack’ Moore. You’ve travelled the world and you’ve obviously come across many beautiful women, and unfortunately, I find it hard to believe that you’re choosing me after everything and everyone you’ve experienced. Yes, Liza is gorgeous, and yes, I felt—and still feel—that she is the better choice for you.”
Stack’s expression is unreadable as he listens to you.
“We’ve been best friends since day one, so it’s only understandable that we’ve remained close after all this time.” You pause for a second, before continuing. “I guess what I’m saying is that I know what my feelings toward you are, but I want to know if you’re feelings are because you actually see a romantic future with me, or if you’re choosing to be with me because I’m a safe option and it’s what everyone expects.”
You take a deep breath after you finally spill what’s been plaguing your mind. Part of you feels relieved, like a huge weight has been lifted over your shoulders, and the other part of you is full of tension and anxiety as you wait for Stack’s response.
You suddenly feel hot again after revealing your feelings, making you wipe your forehead. You wish he would just hurry up and say something.
Stack stands across from you not knowing where to begin.
“Is this how you’ve always felt, like you ain’t good enough f’me?” Stack’s voice is quiet as he speaks, and you can’t remember the last time you’ve heard him like this.
“I wouldn’t say always, but lately, yeah.”
“Pea,” Stack shakes his head, “why on earth would you think somethin’ like that? Have I done somethin’ to make you think that? Did someone say somethin’ to you because if they did, just tell me who–.”
You put your hand up to stop him from going further. “No, no. No one said anything or did anything. This is…all me.”
Stack lowers his head to try and catch your eyes. “Then help me understand because from where I’m standin’, no one else stands a chance against you.”
And hearing those words come from his mouth in that sincere tone that he doesn’t just use on anyone, makes you hold your breath as you stare back at him. You feel something grow in your stomach and you don’t know whether to laugh or cry.
Stack pushes himself off of the counter and walks around to where you are behind it, holding your gaze the entire time. Your heart rate picks up again and your throat goes dry as he comes closer. You naturally take a few steps back as he comes to stand in front of you, but you only end up backing yourself into the edge of the counter.
Stack uses this to his advantage and grabs your hands to hold in his. He’s not letting you get away again without a fight.
“You say you’re a ‘safe option’ because of our history, but that’s not how I see it. Yeah, I’ve been across the world, but that don’t mean I was fuckin’ women left and right the whole time. Yeah, women came up to me, but that don’t mean I gave every single one of them the time of day. Now, I will admit that I did sleep with three women throughout those years, but that don’t mean that I felt anythin’ for ‘em. Liza was not one ‘em either; Smoke and I just used her to get close to her father, and she obviously keeps gettin’ her hopes up. Smoke and I kept each other grounded while we were gone.”
A breath leaves you after hearing Stack admit to not sleeping with Liza. You can't even blame Liza because, who wouldn’t?
“You may think that you’re not as ‘beautiful’ as any other woman you might see, but that’s not how I feel, Pea. You’re more attractive than most of the women I’ve encountered, and I ain’t just sayin’ that to make you feel better, I’m tellin’ you this because it’s how I really feel. It’s my truth. You’re intelligent, hardworking, kind, and damn near perfect.”
A smile grows on Stack’s lips as he watches you laugh at him calling you perfect. It’s a word you’ve never used to describe yourself, only others. He knows you’re going to object to the fact when he sees you open your mouth, so he jokingly tightens his grip on your hands as he continues.
“You don’t know how hard it is to come across a woman like you anywhere else, and even if she’s somewhere out there, I don’t want her ‘cause I already have you. Everythin’ that makes you you is what makes you beautiful. You’re in a league of your own, baby.”
That’s the first time Stack has called you ‘baby’, and apparently your legs know too because they feel like jello underneath you. You don’t know how you’re going to get through this.
It’s definitely hot in here, right?
Stack releases the hold he has on your hands to place them on either side of your face. You feel like your feet are stuck to the ground as Stack comes even closer into your personal space. As much as you want to pull away, everything about him is keeping you near.
“Now, I only agreed to take things slow because that’s what you wanted, and y’know I wouldn’t do anythin’ to make you uncomfortable, but, Pea, I am so serious about you. Of course, I see a future with you, I want you by my side at all times because you’ve changed me. You don’t know how crazy I was goin’ after not hearin’ from you all that time. I hate to admit it, but I damn near lost my mind, and I don’t wanna go through that again if I can help it. I love you, Pea–”
And just like that, all of your thoughts seem to leave your mind to allow you to fully focus on what Stack has just confessed.
“–and, yeah, I always have, but this is different. I don’t know how else to convince you or what else to say except for that I love you,” he repeats. “I always have and I always will. You ain’t gotta say it now ‘cause I know how you feel about–”
You don’t think as you cut him off by surging forward and pressing your lips to his.
Both of you are shocked by your sudden boldness; you eyes widen and you freeze when you realize what you’ve just done, and you hear a startled noise leaves Stack.
Just as you go to pull away, Stack says, “Nah, where’re you goin’? You can’t just do that and not finish it,” before closing the space between you once again.
This time, you allow yourself to melt into him as he wraps his arms around you and presses against your back, pulling you further into his chest as your lips move against his.
Your arms make their way around his shoulders to pull him down by the neck, and you feel Stack back away slightly to laugh at this, his breath fanning against your face, before smashing his lips back into yours.
To anyone looking in on the outside, the kiss might seem rushed, but you and Stack know that this is from both of your combined feelings that have been pent up over time; from your insecurities being silenced by Stack’s confessions and admissions; from the tension that’s been growing and overflowing in Stack’s body now being released.
It’s impossible for you and him to get any closer, but that doesn’t stop you guys from trying as you both continue to grab and pull one another.
Stack ends up pushing your back against the edge of the counter even more, and any other time the pressure would be uncomfortable, but, right now, you couldn’t care less.
When your lips finally disconnect, Stack leans his forehead against yours for a moment while the two of you catch your breath, before fully pulling away.
“I love you, too,” you shyly confess, and to this Stack grins.
“I choose you, Pea, I always will,” Stack assures, and his tone leaves no room in your mind for doubt.
His hands are on your waist, but one of them leaves to grab ahold of one of your hands again. He dips his head down to place a gentle kiss on the back of your hand, and he smirks when he sees you rolling your eyes.
You let out a fake dramatic sigh. “I guess, we’re stuck together.”
Yeah, he has gone soft, but he doesn’t care.
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I finally got the time to read this🙂↕️I absolutely love how Elias made sure to reassure & affirm Pea cause after she did the opposite of what she told Mary she'd do...she had me a lil stressed😭
Idk if you plan on continuing this but I would loveeee to see Stack going through the motions in Chicago & whether or not he thought abt Pea often plus more of the interactions w/ Liza
@lovingayla lmao I’m so happy you loved it! We love reassurance and affirmation👏 I’m not completely sure if I’m going to continue this bc as of right now, I think this might be it (also the fact it took me a month to post the 2nd part lol💀)
Warnings - fluff, kissing at the end ;), some swearing, confession of feelings, insecurities and self doubt, readers nickname is Pea
Word count - 8195 (my longest yet, insane)
a/n - finally here it is, the long awaited part 2 to Peas in a Pod, but this can technically be read by itself! I would like to apologize for taking so long to get this out, I really didn't mean for it to take me a month lol💀 Thank you for all the love on the previous part and I hope you enjoy, thanks for reading :)
Summary: After you and Stack confessed your feelings for one another, the two of you decide to take things slow. Everything seems to be going fine until you encounter an old friend, sparking some negative feelings within you and causing you to avoid Stack. Of course, you can't avoid him forever.
“So you’re telling me that everything I’ve seen in the papers about the untouchable SmokeStack twins is true?” you scoff in disbelief after hearing Stack go into details about his adventures with Smoke.
When you look up from the newspaper in your lap—the one that started this conversation—Stack nods, a proud yet smug smile on his face.
“You ain’t have to say ‘untouchable’ like that, though,” Stack rolls.
Your eyebrows furrow. “Like what?”
“Like you think it’s stupid folks call us untouchable.”
“Because it is,” you point out.
“Oh, c’mon, Pea. I don’t like to brag, but-,” Stack smirks, pretending to dust off his clothes, but you stop him before he can continue.
“Yes, you do. I know it, Smoke knows it, everyone knows it.”
Stack gives you a look for interrupting him, but you just innocently shrug before motioning for him to go on.
“I was gonna say that I don’t like to brag, but this is what happens when you don’t let just anyone do stupid shit and get over on you,” Stack tells you. “Them people are just statin’ the facts.”
“Yeah, you’re right. I mean you did just almost crush a man’s hand for trying to pick up some change you accidentally dropped. Gotta keep up that untouchable facade,” you agree with a sarcastic tone.
Stack either doesn’t notice your sarcasm or chooses to ignore it.
“Damn right,” he nods.
You quickly fold the newspaper up in your hands and swat his arm. Stack just shoots you a wink.
The two of you are sitting on a bench outside of Mrs. Chow’s shop and keeping an eye on the store and her daughter while she takes care of some errands. And by errands you mean Mrs. Chow is tending to the man’s hand that Stack had tried to crush 30 minutes prior at her husband’s shop across the street. The location of the incident is only a few feet from where you sit.
Thankfully it wasn’t too hot out today, so you didn’t mind waiting, and plus this gives you a reason to spend more time with Stack.
You shake your head in disappointment at Stack’s response, but you can’t help but smile at him unapologetically being himself.
After the twins’ party a few nights ago and after some confessed feelings (Stack confessed first, and you’ll never let him forget it) the two of you decided to take things slow.
Well, more you than him. You don’t have much relationship experience—or life experience, if you compare it to the twins’— so the last thing you want to do is jump into anything. You’re only in your twenties, so what’s the rush? Who cares that a lot of women your age are already married or are in long term relationships?
Okay, maybe you do, and maybe you also feel like you’re falling behind, but you’re only human.
When you had debriefed Mary about the situation and your feelings, she had surprisingly taken your side. Usually she would says that you’re just overthinking or being your usual anxious self, but this time she said:
“You’re doing the right thing by not wanting to rush. I mean, look at me. I got married to a businessman that’s always out of town and who knows exactly what or who he’s doin’,” Mary tells you, the two of you sitting on your front porch enjoying the stars.
“Really, you think?” you ask.
“Yeah, really. You don’t have to compare yourself to all of these other women in town because I can guarantee you not all of ‘em are happy,” Mary points out.
You nod along as you begin to think of all the interactions you have seen between couples in the past; some of them happy and obviously in love, and some of them are just…there.
“And what if Stack doesn’t want to wait like I do?”
“Pea, please. How many times do I have to tell you that that man is in love with you? He’ll wait for you, and if he doesn’t then he can go ahead and take his cocky suit-wearin’ ass to hell.”
Mary’s sudden change in tone makes you burst into laughter, clutching your stomach as you bend over.
“What? I’m serious,” she admits, before joining you.
“Hello? Pea?” you hear Stack’s voice say, bringing you back to the present.
You blink a few times as you notice Stack waving a hand in front of your face. You take a deep breath as you look over at him.
“Sorry, I was just…thinking,” you speak, shaking your head to clear your thoughts.
Stack’s eyebrows are furrowed. “I can see that. What’re you thinkin’ about?”
“It’s nothing important,” you tell him while giving him a small smile.
He raises an eyebrow. “Are you sure? Didn’t look like nothing’ from how hard you were statin’ off into space.”
“It’s lady stuff, you don’t wanna know,” you joke, trying to change the subject.
“Is that supposed to scare me?” Stack smirks. You just roll your eyes and hit him again with the newspaper in your hands.
You sigh. “Really, it’s nothing,” you wave him off.
You can tell Stack doesn’t fully believe you, but he decides not to pry. Before you start feeling too awkward, you notice Mrs. Chow walking up to the two of you, dusting her hands on her apron.
“Alright, I’m all done. Thanks again for watchin’ the shop f’me,” Mrs. Chow smiles at you, but gives Stack a more firm look.
Stack just gives her a cheeky grin.
“It’s not a problem. Besides, it’s the least we could do,” you smile.
“Well, I’ll go ahead and let the two of you get on with your day. Best get him out of here before he causes anymore trouble,” she says, gently touching you on the shoulder as she walks past you and into her shop.
“Oh, come on, I ain’t that bad,” Stack scoffs at her words, but still keeps that grin on his face.
“Yeah, okay. Whatever you say,” you scoff, collecting your bag and fixing your dress as you stand up from the bench.
“What was that?” Stack teases.
He stands up with you and places his hat on top of his head before he begins poking you in your side.
“Stop,” you laugh at the ticklish feeling, using your hands to try and swat him away.
You let out a shriek as he digs his fingers into your side, causing some people to look over, but most just mind their business.
“People are looking, stop,” you lower your voice, but there’s a smile on your face as you shove him away.
You hate how giddy he makes you feel.
“Nah, I heard you say somethin’ smart,” Stack smirks and stays right on your tail as you begin walking away from him.
“I think you’re hearing things. It’s okay, though, everyone knows you’re not all there,” you snicker.
“Ohh, you think you’re funny, huh,” Stack looks at you in fake astonishment. “That hurts, Pea. You’re ‘posed to be on my side, you know we gotta stick together.”
“And I am on your side,” you playfully roll your eyes.
“Well, from what you just said, that’s not what it seems like.”
“It doesn’t matter what it seems like, all that matters is the truth. You should know this.”
“Don’t get smart. This ain’t over.”
“It is, if I say it is.”
“Alright, keep playin’,” Stack chuckles.
The two of you fall into a comfortable silence as the two of you slowly carry on down the road through the town. Stack had offered to drive, but you had declined and told him that a little exercise won’t kill anyone. Stack had just groaned, but he followed behind you anyways when he realized you were serious.
“Are you still coming over for dinner?” you ask after a while, your tone hopeful.
Smoke and Stack always used to have dinner at your house when you all were growing up, so much so that you eventually stopped asking them because you knew they would show up.
“Of course, nothing could keep me from your mama’s cookin’. I thought about it a lot while I was gone,” he says, rubbing his stomach over his clothes.
“Really?” you’re taken aback for a second.
“Really,” Stack nods sincerely.
Before either of you have the chance to say anything else, a man carrying a container loses his footing in front of you along with his hold on the object, causing it to slip from his grasp. Whatever liquid is inside splashes up onto the bottom of your dress as the container hits the ground.
You gasp as you take a step back while looking down at your clothes. Some people passing by turn to look at the cause of the commotion.
You hate nosy people.
“Oh, no. I’m so sorry ma’am. I didn’t mean to,” the man frantically apologizes, his eyes wide, “My buddy told me not to carry this by myself, but I was bein’ stubborn and look where that got me. I shoul-.”
You hold your hand up to cut him off, shaking your head with a small smile. “It’s fine, don’t worry about it.”
Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Stack making a move to say something, but you quickly place a hand on his arm.
“Don’t, it’s okay,” you tell him softly, giving him a look to let him know you’re serious.
Stack hesitates as he looks down at you. His body is tense and his jaw is tight, but once he sees your face, he takes a deep breath before looking away from the scene in front of him.
When you look back at the man in front of you, you see the uneasiness on his face as he notices Stack standing next to you.
“I really am sorry, ma’am. I meant no disrespect,” the man shifts uncomfortably.
“Don’t worry about it. Like you said, it’s an accident. Besides, I’m sure this isn’t something a little elbow grease can’t fix,” you give the man a reassuring smile, and he nods.
Not wanting to stand there any longer, you give the man one last smile as you walk past him, pulling Stack with you.
“Sorry about the dress,” you say once the two of you are out of ear shot.
Stack had given you the dress a couple of days ago, saying that he felt bad for coming back after all this time without something to give you. You had insisted that you didn’t need anything and that having you and Smoke back in one piece was good enough, but had just ignored you and shoved the dress into your hands.
Stack is confused as he looks at you. “Why are you sorry?”
“Because I ruined the dress you gave me.”
“You didn’t ruin it, that piece of shit back there did. You should’ve let me say something to him back there,” Stack grumbles, glancing back at the man in the distance.
“And say what? He didn’t mean to, Stack. Sometimes, you just gotta let things go. Besides, you already hurt a man earlier, there’s no need for more violence.”
He rolls his eyes. Then, he says, “just know, I would’ve said something if you wanted me to.”
“I know you would’ve, but I didn’t need you to.”
“Okay, Miss independent. You don’t need me no more, I see,” Stack jokes, giving you a playful nudge with his shoulder.
“Oh, please. I never needed you, you just never listened and kept weaseling your way into things in the past.”
“And I was just a man tryin’ to handle business,” Stack throws his hands up dramatically and sighs.
“Man? Your voice was still squeaking when you talked,” you snort.
“Hey! That’s not funny, I was in the process of becoming a man,” Stack tells you with a serious face. The two of you share a look for a moment before bursting into laughter. “I missed spendin’ time with you, Pea.”
You feel your face get warm as you glance down at your feet with a shy smile at his admission.
And I missed you too.
Being around Stack makes you feel like everything only happened yesterday, like no time has passed and the two of you haven’t changed.
He brings a different side of you out.
God. You sound gross, you sound in love—if this is even what love feels like.
“Well, who wouldn’t miss me?” you tease.
Stack playfully shakes his head with a smile, before grabbing your hand and twirling you around. You’re taken aback at first, but you quickly recover and let him spin you in the middle of the street.
Elias ‘Stack’ Moore is twirling you around in the street.
Before the two of you could get too lost in the moment, you hear a female voice call out.
“Well, I’ll be damned, it must be my lucky day. Is that one of the twins I see over there?” the woman’s voice is teasing.
You turn in the direction of the voice and see a gorgeous woman with a bright smile slowly walking over. There’s a hat sitting on top of her neatly styled hair, and she’s wearing a dress that matches her glove and purse. She uses one of her covered hands to shield her eyes from the sun.
You’re not sure if you’re dizzy because of all the spinning or from the way Stack gently rests his hand on your back as he stands next to you.
“It’s my lucky day, which one of the twins are you?” the woman asks, but quickly laughs and adds, “Who am I kidding? I can recognize you from a mile away, Stack.”
You’re confused at first, thinking that this was some random stranger walking up to the two of you, but as you look up at Stack, you can tell by the smile growing on his face that he recognizes the woman.
“Liza? What the hell are you doin’ in Mississippi?” Stack asks. His hand leaves your back as he leaves your side to go hug the woman—Liza.
Your mood shifts a bit.
“Sightseeing, although there’s not that much to see,” Liza giggles.
“Sightseein’ my ass, what are you really doin’ out here?” Stack asks as he pulls away.
“My father’s in town handlin’ some business, and I decided to tag along because why not? I remembered you mentioning’ something about you bein’ from Mississippi, but I didn’t think I’d actually run into you,” Liza grins up at Stack. Then, she finally notices you standing over to the side. “Look at you being rude, Stack. Who’s your friend?”
Friend.
Stack moves to put his arm around your shoulder, not on your back like it was a few moments ago, but around your shoulders. “This is Pea, she grew up with me and Smoke. We go way back.”
He didn’t correct her. It’s not like he’s supposed to, though, the two of you aren’t official. It still hurts.
“Pea?” Liza asks with furrowed brows.
“It’s a nickname,” you explain, to which she nods.
“It’s sweet that you guys have stayed close after all this time.” Liza holds her hand out for you to shake. “I’m Elizabeth, but everyone calls me Liza, I guess you could say that that’s my nickname. It’s nice to meet you.”
So cheer-y.
“It’s nice to meet you, too.”
Her hands are soft, her fingernails are nicely manicured, she smells amazing, and she looks even better up close. There has to be something wrong with her, she’s too perfect.
Then Liza’s bright smile changes into a gasp as she looks down, “Oh, honey, you got a little somethin’ on your dress.”
Your heart drops. “Oh, it’s nothing. I ran into someone earlier and they spilled this on my dress,” you respond, glancing down at the spot still on your dress.
For a moment, you had forgotten all about it.
Now, you suddenly feel hyper-aware of your appearance in comparison to Liza’s. Here she is looking all elegant from head to toe, and then here you are with a stain on your dress. Stack’s dress. A dress you had felt so confident in an hour ago, but not now as you stand in front of Liza.
You shouldn’t be embarrassed, but you are.
Why couldn’t she have popped up earlier before everything happened?
“What a shame, it looks like a lovely dress despite the stain. I know someone who can remove almost anythin’ if you’re interested?”
“I think I’ll manage, but thank you, though,” you offer a kind smile.
“Of course,” she tells you, before turning her attention back to Stack. “I gotta go, but I’ll be in town for a couple of days, so we should get together before I leave. I’m sure my father would love to see you.”
Your eyebrows are raised as you look between the two.
“I don’t think your old man would be too happy to see me after I won that game against him,” Stack chuckles.
“Oh, please, I’m sure he’s over it. Besides, I think he was more impressed than anythin’. Think about it at least?”
“Yeah, sure. I’ll think about it.”
“Perfect,” Liza claps. She turns to you to say, “It was really great to meet you.”
You watch as Liza leaves, her confidence obvious in the way she walks in her heels. Why are you surprised, she’s just the type of woman Stack would go for.
-
You’re not as excited for dinner as you should be, given the fact that it’s Stack’s first time in your house in years. You hate how much that Liza girl had affected your mood for the day.
After washing your dress and successfully getting the stain out, you changed into a new one for dinner, although it didn’t really matter. You’re pretty sure you hung your appetite up alongside your dress on the clothesline.
Even though you weren’t in the mood to eat, you were apparently still in the mood to laugh. You couldn’t help the noises that left you as your mother and Stack shared memories from over the years.
Your mother went on a tangent summarizing everything that Stack had missed out on concerning the whole town. She told him about how boring the stories the women at church told in his and Smoke’s absence, but also how a lot of people in town missed them even though they would never admit it to twins’ faces.
Stack enlightened her on his adventures with his brother, but you could tell when he was leaving out some details or changing them to spare your mother.
After dinner, when Stack had asked you if you wanted to take a walk with him outside, you had declined and told him that you weren’t feeling too well—which wasn’t a complete lie.
You just needed some time to yourself to think.
-
A few days later, Stack hadn’t seen or heard from you since that night. At first, he just thought you were still feeling under the weather from dinner, but as time passed that just didn’t seem likely.
Stack didn’t want to admit it, but he felt like he was going crazy. He had just gotten you back and the two of you were making progress, but then poof. You’re gone.
Was it something he had done?
You told him wanted to take things slow, but did he somehow move too fast? Was he laying on too heavy with the flirting? Did you not like when he twirled you around in the street?
And why the hell did he twirl you in the street? Who was he? Better yet, who were you making him become?
He was different when he was around you, but he liked that, didn’t he?
Stack asked around for you during the gatherings at the Juke Joint, and most people would say that they had spoken to you earlier in the day or they had passed by you in town. Cornbread, Slim, Sammy, Smoke, and Annie hadn’t seen you either.
Yesterday, Stack had run into Mary after she had gotten off at the train station. When he asked her about you, she was confused because she had figured you’d be spending most of your time with Stack while she was gone. She didn’t tell Stack any of that, though, and instead told him that she was sure that you’re fine.
To anyone else, Stack seemed like his usual witty and firm self, but it was obvious to Smoke and Annie that something was off about him.
Annie wanted Smoke to say something to his brother, but talking about feelings was never Smoke’s strong suit.
So, he made Annie do it.
“Word on the street is you’ve gone soft,” Annie smirks at Stack, her voice gentle and teasing as she casually walks up to Stack.
Stack was leaning with his back against the bar with his arms folded across his chest as he watched people move around the dance floor.
“Oh, yeah? Says who?” Stack lets out a humorless laugh, keeping his eyes in front of him.
“The streets,” Annie jokes. Stack gives her an unimpressed look, but Annie keeps her smirk as she comes to stand next to him and mimics his stance. “What’s the matter with you?”
“What do you mean? Ain’t nothin’ wrong with me.” Stack’s face contorts.
“Boy,” Annie scoffs, “try tellin’ that to someone who doesn’t know you.”
“Well, I’m tellin’ you that nothin’ is wrong with me.”
Annie raises an eyebrow as she turns her body to face him. “Mhm. So why have you been walkin’ around here all sad and lookin’ like you got a stick up your ass?”
Stack breathes out a frustrated sigh as his jaw tenses. “What the hell do you want, Annie?”
“I want you to tell me what’s got you actin’ like this. Your brother notices it, too, but he just didn’t wanna say anythin’ so I am.”
Stack looks over at Smoke in the distance leaning against a pillar as he watches with a smile as Slim performs.
What a pussy.
“We can stand here all night gettin’ absolutely nowhere, or we can just get to it. The choice is yours. That hard-headed brother o’ yours is just as stubborn as you, so this little facade you got goin’ on doesn’t phase me one bit.”
Stack lets out a sigh and doesn’t say anything, but Annie notices the slight flicker of emotion in his face, so she keeps talking.
“Is it Pea?” Annie questions, even though she already knows the answer.
This makes Stack whip his head towards her. Annie smirks.
“What, you don’t think I notice how upbeat you’ve been lately? I can put two and two together. Plus, I saw you in town with her the other day while I was grabbin’ some ingredients. Now here you keep askin’ around about her because she ain’t here by your side, which is why you look like a puppy dog who got kicked,” Annie continues.
Stack isn’t a fan of the puppy comparison but chooses to ignore it. “So you saw that, huh?” he asks.
“Yes. Now, what’s wrong? Did you guys get in a fight or somethin’?”
“No, we didn’t. She’s avoidin’ me for no reason.”
“Well, I’m sure there’s a reason,” Annie scoffs.
“Well, if there is, I obviously don’t know what the fuck it is! You just said you saw us in town and seen for yourself that everythin’ was fine, but apparently not, and I’m over here goin’ damn near crazy.” Stack does his best to keep his voice down but doesn’t do a very good job.
Annie, being used to the twins’ reactions, lets Stack’s outburst wash over her like nothing. If anything, this tells her how much Stack cares for you, and not just as in a bestfriend way.
“Use that big head o’ yours and think. Did she say somethin’ to you to let you know that she was upset? Was she actin’ different later that day? Did anythin’ at all happen that she seemed fine with in the moment but could upset her?”
Stack rolls his eyes, thinking to himself that there’s no way he’s going to figure this out. Then, as he goes back into his memories to recall that day with you for what seems to be the 100th time, it clicks.
-
While Stack was receiving an insightful pep talk from Annie, you were getting one from Mary.
The two of you were sitting at your dining table drinking tea that your mother had just made, and you were planning on not telling her anything and just start rambling about whatever comes to mind, but Mary had other plans.
“So, what’s this I hear about Stack not bein’ able to find you? What the hell did I miss while I was gone?” Mary asks you.
“How do you know that?”
“I saw him yesterday at the train station, and he came up to me and asked about you. I didn’t say anything, of course, but what the hell happened while I was gone? Did things change?”
You don’t look up at her and instead fidget with the spoon inside of your cup.
“Pea, come on. Don’t make me sit here all night because I will, and you know I will,” Mary tells you, leaning back in her chair with her arms folded.
So you tell her everything—from spending the day with Stack to meeting Liza, who is probably one of Stack’s one night stands, in a ruined dress.
“I’m sorry, that bitch said ‘honey’ to you?” Mary is taken aback.
You quickly shush her and glance back towards the kitchen where your mother still was. Yeah, you’re a grown woman, but it just seems weird to have someone come into your house and swear around her.
Mary just waves you off and tells you to keep going. She knows your mother loves her and mostly likely won’t say anything.
“Yeah, but I’m not sure if she meant it in a snarky way or if she was just saying that because it’s something she always says,” you point out.
Mary gives you a ‘really’ look. “Trust me, if everythin’ happened like the way you just told me, then this Liza girl was bein’ exactly how you think she was. Don’t let that woman get to you, if anything, you’re the one that got to her.”
“And what makes you say that?” You scoff.
“Because she felt the need to point out that something was wrong with your dress, and I don’t care how kind or gentle her tone seemed, she didn’t mean it in a friendly way. I would never do somethin’ like that to you, ‘specially not in front of a man.”
You stare into space as you think about it for a moment. “I guess you’re right, but I still don’t understand why she would feel threatened by me. I mean, you didn’t see her. She was gorgeous and I’m just…me. It would make sense if the two of them were ever together.”
“Don’t you dare,” Mary tells you as she sits back up in her chair. “Don’t you dare start puttin’ yourself down like that. So what, I wasn’t there to see Liza. Any woman who is ugly on the inside looks just the same on the outside in my eyes.”
“Well, I’m not putting myself down…I was just telling it how it is,” you shrug.
Mary holds her hand up to stop you. “Don’t even try me. You might not realize it, but that’s exactly what you’re doin’, Pea.”
You open your mouth to speak, and Mary quickly shuts you down with a look.
“I’ve known you your whole damn life, and I’ll be damned if I let some random woman come here and tear you down after only knowing you for five whole seconds. Don’t let me run into her because who the hell does she think she is?”
You can’t help but smile at your best friend’s choice of words. Her tone might seem aggressive or intense, but deep down you know anything that she says comes from love.
You hear a faint “that’s right” coming from behind, which makes you turn your head only to catch your mother peeking from behind the wall.
“Ma!” you gasp.
Your mother holds her hands up in surrender as she smiles. “Sorry I ain’t mean to eavesdrop. I won’t do it no more, I promise. Carry on,” she tells the two of you.
She sends Mary a wink before leaving. When you turn back around to face Mary, she’s looking back at you with a smirk. You roll your eyes.
“What, your mother knows best and obviously agrees because she knows I’m tellin’ you nothin’ but the trust,” Mary laughs.
“Oh whatever. Don’t make me kick you out.”
“But, as I was sayin’, there’s absolutely nothin’ wrong with you, and the fact that Stack is still choosin’ you after travelin’ the damn planet should tell you everythin’ you need to know.”
“We’re not even official yet, so he didn’t exactly choose me,” you counter.
Mary dramatically throws her hands up. “How about you stop guessin’ about all of this and let Stack decide for himself. Just ask that man, there’s nothin’ to be afraid of.”
You let out a sigh. “I guess. I can’t exactly avoid him forever,” you suppose and Mary nods.
“Exactly. So this means you’ll talk to Stack tomorrow then, right?” Mary raised an eyebrow at you.
“Right,” you nod, giving her a small smile
-
Two days later, you still haven’t talked to Stack.
You know that you told Mary that you would, you just…haven’t gotten around to it–and by that, you mean you’ve been tryin’ your hardest to avoid both Stack and Mary.
It’s obvious you can’t carry on like this much longer because your mother keeps giving you this look like she wants to say something, but she never does.
You’re starting to feel a little guilty about this whole situation, but to be honest, Mary should’ve known that you weren’t going to march right up to Stack and demand that he tell you that you’re the only woman for him.
And Mary did know this, which is why she was currently bursting through the front door of your mother’s shop, with a clear attitude on her face.
“Are you kiddin’ me?” Mary asks as she crosses her arms, her purse dangling from one of her hands.
Your eyes widen as you curse under your breath. The customers that were in the shop, turned their heads at the sudden commotion.
The woman you were currently ringing up, Mrs.Lenetta, a close friend of your mother’s, looks between you and Mary before shaking her head. She’s been around long enough to not be surprised by Mary and her ways.
Besides, Mary is only comfortable causing a ruckus like this because she knows most of the people in the area. You honestly shouldn’t even be surprised.
You quickly finish up with Mrs. Lenetta, giving her an apologetic smile, before coming from behind the register and walking up to Mary.
“What the hell are you doing?” you ask her with a hushed voice.
You grab her arm to push her outside, but she moves out of your grasp. You look behind you and see the customers no longer caring and going back to browsing.
“What do you mean ‘what the hell am I doing’? What are you doing? First, you avoid Stack, but now you’re avoidin’ me? That won’t do. This is gonna get settled once and for all right here, right now.”
“I know, and I’m sor- Wait, what do you mean?” you furrow your eyebrows.
Before Mary has a chance to answer, you hear your mother’s voice announce, “Alright, everyone, I’m sorry to do this to ya, but I’m gon’ have to close up a little early.”
You whip your head around to see your mother coming out from the backroom and standing behind the counter.
Your mother rarely closes up the shop early, so she either has to be close to dying or she won some kind of lottery to do it now.
Mr. Gibbs, an older man and frequent customer, starts grumbling to himself, but your mother comes up to him with a kind smile and reassures him that he can come back anytime as she guides him out the door.
“What’s going on?” you look from your mother to Mary, but neither of them give you an answer.
Your mother waits for the last customer to walk out the door, before she finally turns to you.
“Mary’s right, honey. This has to end.”
“Are you serious? Is this some kind of intervention?” you scoff and turn to head to the backroom, but your mother stops you.
“Not so fast”
You turn around with a confused look on your face, which doesn’t change as you watch Mary go to pull the shop door open.
Then Mary leans out to say, “Come on in.”
You feel yourself begin to sweat, before you even see him, the small smirk on Mary’s face making it obvious who's waiting right outside.
Your mouth opens and you subconsciously hold your breath as you look at your mother, shaking your head in disbelief on how she could do something like this to her own daughter. Your mother gives you an unapologetic look as she claps her hands together in front of her.
Is it too late to make a run for it? Maybe you can quickly make it out the back door. Maybe you can hide? Or better yet, make the ground could just open up and swallow you whole to avoid all of this.
It’s when you finally see all of him as he steps through the door that your heart drops to the bottom of your stomach.
Stack Moore.
“Evenin’ ladies,” Stack greets, taking off his hat and calmly placing his empty hand into his pocket as he steps further inside. He gives your mother a nod, before his eyes land on you.
There’s no anger or disappointment behind his eyes from what you can see, just curiosity and his usual charming smile.
“We’ll give you two some time to talk,” Mary looks you in the eye as smirks and walks out.
You know hate is a strong word, but that’s just how you feel towards her right now, even if you know you’re going to eventually forgive her.
Is it hot in here or is it just you?
Your mother hums in agreement, before she leans in to whisper, “Close y’mouth, dear.”
You shoot her a glare as she backs away with a knowing grin, but you do close your mouth.
Your eyes follow her as she walks out of the shop and closes the door behind her. Even as you're left alone in silence with Stack not too far from you, you still keep your eyes on the door, not yet ready to look at him.
Stack’s eyes haven’t left you once, watching as you avoid him and shift under his stare. He notices the slight shine on your forehead from the thin layer of sweat forming and the way you fidget with your fingers, both tells of your nervousness.
Stack moves casually and begins to walk around the store, taking his time as he takes in everything. Things have changed since the last time he’s been here, and a sense of pride and respect filling him as he sees how much progress you and your mother have made over the years.
He doesn’t touch anything as he looks, keeping one hand in his pocket and the other holding his hat. The sound of his steps coming in contact with the wooden floorboards seem amplified with the silence surrounding the two of you.
You find your gaze shifting to the floor in front of you, suddenly becoming really interested in the old and worn floorboards that have needed to be fixed for a while. Maybe it’s finally time to get them fixed.
Better yet, maybe one of the floorboards will cave in and help you get out of this situation.
“Long time no see, Pea,” you hear Stack say, still walking around. “It’s obvious why I ain’t seen you around in a while–”
It is?
“–You’ve had to help run a family business, and y’know I know a thing or two about businesses. It ain’t easy, I understand. You have to build relationships with the customers and make sure they know they can trust you so they come back–”
Where is this going?
You’re still looking everywhere but him.
“-Communication is an important tool to being successful, and it’s obvious that you and your mama already understand that part–”
Okay?
“–So I think you can understand why I’m a little confused on why you feel you can’t communicate with me.” Stack ends his stroll right in front of you as his rant comes to an end. “What’s up with that?”
There it is.
Stack looks at you with an expectant look on his face, his eyebrows raised as he waits for you to speak.
“How’d you even know I was here?” you grumble, taking a step back as you suddenly feel too close to him.
“Mary told me. She and your mama got together and said that I should meet them here because you would be working.” You huff out a laugh because of course they did. “Come on, Pea. I asked you a question.”
You honestly don’t know what to say because there’s not much that you can say, except for the truth. Your mouth opens and closes, then opens and closes again as you try to find the right words to say.
You get frustrated and finally throw your hands up in the air. “I just–I don’t know, okay. I needed some time to myself…to think.”
“To think? Think about what? It’s been days, Pea.”
Stack follows you as you move to tidy up the front of the store. You’re behind the check out counter and Stack stands in front of you on the other side. He lays his hat down and leans onto the counter.
“Everything. Life. Me. Us.”
“Us?” Stack furrows his eyebrows. He watches as you clean the counter, but his patience begins to run low, so he snatches the rag you were using out of your hand. “What’s goin’ on, Pea? Talk to me.”
You think back to what Mary had told you; about how there’s no point in stressing over all of this and how you should just come clean to Stack because he chooses you.
So, you decide to listen to her advice, and quickly spit it out before you have a chance to chicken out.
“Do you really want to be with me?” you ask. After hearing yourself say it, though, you hate how sad your words sound. You fold your arms across your chest as a defense mechanism.
Stack is visibly taken back. “What the hell kind of question is that? Of course I wanna be with you, you think I would be goin’ through all of this trouble if I didn’t?”
Like Mary had said.
“It’s just…” you start, but you trail off.
“This is ‘cause of Liza, ain’t it?” Stack asks, already knowing the answer to it.
You raise your eyebrows as you look at him, surprised. “What makes you say that?”
“Because the day you met her was the last time I saw you. Somethin’ was off about you after we ran into her. I didn’t notice it at the time, but after thinkin’ about it, it just made sense.”
“Well, even though she did have an effect on me, she isn’t the main reason for how I feel.”
“And what is it that you feel, Pea, you ain’t tellin’ me anything!”
Just spit it out.
“I feel like I’m not good enough for you,” you breathe.
Stack’s mouth closes as he takes in what you just said. You can see the gears turning in his head as he looks back at you and just blinks. You look away and down at the old counter.
The shop falls into an uncomfortable silence, only the sounds of both yours and Stack’s breathing filling the space.
When you notice that Stack isn’t going to say anything right away, you continue. “I feel like you could have any other girl in the world because you’re you, Elias ‘Stack’ Moore. You’ve travelled the world and you’ve obviously come across many beautiful women, and unfortunately, I find it hard to believe that you’re choosing me after everything and everyone you’ve experienced. Yes, Liza is gorgeous, and yes, I felt—and still feel—that she is the better choice for you.”
Stack’s expression is unreadable as he listens to you.
“We’ve been best friends since day one, so it’s only understandable that we’ve remained close after all this time.” You pause for a second, before continuing. “I guess what I’m saying is that I know what my feelings toward you are, but I want to know if you’re feelings are because you actually see a romantic future with me, or if you’re choosing to be with me because I’m a safe option and it’s what everyone expects.”
You take a deep breath after you finally spill what’s been plaguing your mind. Part of you feels relieved, like a huge weight has been lifted over your shoulders, and the other part of you is full of tension and anxiety as you wait for Stack’s response.
You suddenly feel hot again after revealing your feelings, making you wipe your forehead. You wish he would just hurry up and say something.
Stack stands across from you not knowing where to begin.
“Is this how you’ve always felt, like you ain’t good enough f’me?” Stack’s voice is quiet as he speaks, and you can’t remember the last time you’ve heard him like this.
“I wouldn’t say always, but lately, yeah.”
“Pea,” Stack shakes his head, “why on earth would you think somethin’ like that? Have I done somethin’ to make you think that? Did someone say somethin’ to you because if they did, just tell me who–.”
You put your hand up to stop him from going further. “No, no. No one said anything or did anything. This is…all me.”
Stack lowers his head to try and catch your eyes. “Then help me understand because from where I’m standin’, no one else stands a chance against you.”
And hearing those words come from his mouth in that sincere tone that he doesn’t just use on anyone, makes you hold your breath as you stare back at him. You feel something grow in your stomach and you don’t know whether to laugh or cry.
Stack pushes himself off of the counter and walks around to where you are behind it, holding your gaze the entire time. Your heart rate picks up again and your throat goes dry as he comes closer. You naturally take a few steps back as he comes to stand in front of you, but you only end up backing yourself into the edge of the counter.
Stack uses this to his advantage and grabs your hands to hold in his. He’s not letting you get away again without a fight.
“You say you’re a ‘safe option’ because of our history, but that’s not how I see it. Yeah, I’ve been across the world, but that don’t mean I was fuckin’ women left and right the whole time. Yeah, women came up to me, but that don’t mean I gave every single one of them the time of day. Now, I will admit that I did sleep with three women throughout those years, but that don’t mean that I felt anythin’ for ‘em. Liza was not one ‘em either; Smoke and I just used her to get close to her father, and she obviously keeps gettin’ her hopes up. Smoke and I kept each other grounded while we were gone.”
A breath leaves you after hearing Stack admit to not sleeping with Liza. You can't even blame Liza because, who wouldn’t?
“You may think that you’re not as ‘beautiful’ as any other woman you might see, but that’s not how I feel, Pea. You’re more attractive than most of the women I’ve encountered, and I ain’t just sayin’ that to make you feel better, I’m tellin’ you this because it’s how I really feel. It’s my truth. You’re intelligent, hardworking, kind, and damn near perfect.”
A smile grows on Stack’s lips as he watches you laugh at him calling you perfect. It’s a word you’ve never used to describe yourself, only others. He knows you’re going to object to the fact when he sees you open your mouth, so he jokingly tightens his grip on your hands as he continues.
“You don’t know how hard it is to come across a woman like you anywhere else, and even if she’s somewhere out there, I don’t want her ‘cause I already have you. Everythin’ that makes you you is what makes you beautiful. You’re in a league of your own, baby.”
That’s the first time Stack has called you ‘baby’, and apparently your legs know too because they feel like jello underneath you. You don’t know how you’re going to get through this.
It’s definitely hot in here, right?
Stack releases the hold he has on your hands to place them on either side of your face. You feel like your feet are stuck to the ground as Stack comes even closer into your personal space. As much as you want to pull away, everything about him is keeping you near.
“Now, I only agreed to take things slow because that’s what you wanted, and y’know I wouldn’t do anythin’ to make you uncomfortable, but, Pea, I am so serious about you. Of course, I see a future with you, I want you by my side at all times because you’ve changed me. You don’t know how crazy I was goin’ after not hearin’ from you all that time. I hate to admit it, but I damn near lost my mind, and I don’t wanna go through that again if I can help it. I love you, Pea–”
And just like that, all of your thoughts seem to leave your mind to allow you to fully focus on what Stack has just confessed.
“–and, yeah, I always have, but this is different. I don’t know how else to convince you or what else to say except for that I love you,” he repeats. “I always have and I always will. You ain’t gotta say it now ‘cause I know how you feel about–”
You don’t think as you cut him off by surging forward and pressing your lips to his.
Both of you are shocked by your sudden boldness; you eyes widen and you freeze when you realize what you’ve just done, and you hear a startled noise leaves Stack.
Just as you go to pull away, Stack says, “Nah, where’re you goin’? You can’t just do that and not finish it,” before closing the space between you once again.
This time, you allow yourself to melt into him as he wraps his arms around you and presses against your back, pulling you further into his chest as your lips move against his.
Your arms make their way around his shoulders to pull him down by the neck, and you feel Stack back away slightly to laugh at this, his breath fanning against your face, before smashing his lips back into yours.
To anyone looking in on the outside, the kiss might seem rushed, but you and Stack know that this is from both of your combined feelings that have been pent up over time; from your insecurities being silenced by Stack’s confessions and admissions; from the tension that’s been growing and overflowing in Stack’s body now being released.
It’s impossible for you and him to get any closer, but that doesn’t stop you guys from trying as you both continue to grab and pull one another.
Stack ends up pushing your back against the edge of the counter even more, and any other time the pressure would be uncomfortable, but, right now, you couldn’t care less.
When your lips finally disconnect, Stack leans his forehead against yours for a moment while the two of you catch your breath, before fully pulling away.
“I love you, too,” you shyly confess, and to this Stack grins.
“I choose you, Pea, I always will,” Stack assures, and his tone leaves no room in your mind for doubt.
His hands are on your waist, but one of them leaves to grab ahold of one of your hands again. He dips his head down to place a gentle kiss on the back of your hand, and he smirks when he sees you rolling your eyes.
You let out a fake dramatic sigh. “I guess, we’re stuck together.”
Yeah, he has gone soft, but he doesn’t care.
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Warnings - 18+, smut, fingering, orgasms, squirting, cursing, kissing, void is technically a warning lol
Word count - 2773
a/n - this was just supposed to be a quick little imagine because I wasn’t completely sure where to go with this, but then it just kept going, and I wrote the majority of this in one sitting💀 I'm also a little behind on posts so I shouldn't have even written this lmfao. It's also been a while since I've written smut. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy :) (not fully edited so minor things may change)
Summary: Just when you think you can have a relaxing evening in the tower with Bob all to yourself, his other half decides that he deserves to come out and play.
You’re sitting on the couch next to Bob when the team announces that they’re leaving. The two of you were doing a marathon of classic movies since they seemed to comfort Bob, and you just happened to also enjoy them.
You and Bob wave and say your goodbyes to everyone as they leave, but you don’t notice the way Bob’s arm smoothly goes to rest on the couch behind you. Once the last person is out the door, the energy in the room seems to shift.
You look over at Bob to see his face void of emotion as he looks at the front door, but when he feels your eyes on him, he turns to look at you. No.
Void turns to look at you.
You roll your eyes at him, before asking, “Mind telling me why you’re here and Bob isn’t?”
Void smirks. “Oh, come on, you’re telling me you want to continue watching these boring ass movies with him? He’s seen these plenty of times.”
“That doesn’t matter. Bob likes them, and quite frankly so do I,” you say before turning your attention back to the tv.
Then you feel Void’s arm move from its place on the couch behind you to wrap around your shoulders, bringing the two of you closer.
Your breath hitches as you feel Void’s on your neck. He nuzzles his nose into your neck breathing you in, before placing a few light kisses on the skin. He places one right below your ear making you shiver, before he brings his lips to your ear.
“So you’re telling me, you don’t want to do something else? Have a bit of fun? The team will be gone for hours, and I say we take advantage of it,” Void suggests.
“And what would Bob say about this?” you ask as you feel his other hand teasingly trail up your leg, getting closer and closer to the bottom of your pajama shorts.
You hate the way your body reacts under his touch. Goosebumps appear on your skin behind his active hand, giving you away. Void smiles at this. You try to move out of his grasp, but his firm hold causes you to fail.
You swallow.
“What makes you think he doesn’t want this?” Void scoffs and pulls his face away from your neck to look at your face. “Bob and I are the same. I’m just the other half with more confidence, more nerve. This is what Bob wants, and I’m just making sure it happens. Is that so…wrong?”
You feel Void’s travel higher until it reaches your core over your pajama shorts. Your thighs part just a smidge to make room for his hand.
Your breathing stops for a moment and your eyes flutter as he lightly begins to tease you through the fabric. Your panties begin to dampen with your arousal at Void’s movements.
You try to keep your eyes on the tv screen in front of you, but Void’s presence is making it hard to concentrate. The room suddenly feels warmer and the voices coming from the movie sound muffled.
Trying to collect yourself and seem unaffected, you breathe out a small laugh. “And what makes you think that this is what I want? Don’t tell me you’re getting turned on by Casablanca,” you joke.
“So you’re telling me that if I reached inside these tiny little shorts of yours that I won’t find not even the slightest trace of your wetness?” Void raises an eyebrow.
He doesn’t wait for a response, though, instead quickly dipping his hand inside your shorts and cupping your through your panties. The dampness is evident.
You quickly stifle the gasp that tries to escape your throat as he grabs you in his large hand.
A sinister smile grows on Void’s lips as he finds exactly what he expected. “See, I was right. Would you look at that?”
Void’s presses into you and begins to rub meaningful circles into your clit. One of your hands instinctively goes to wrap around his wrist. This time you’re not able to prevent yourself from making any noises as a soft whine leaves your lips, your hole clenching around nothing.
“You mean to tell me that all this sweetness is for little ol’ Bob? C’mom sweetheart, admit that you want this, and I’ll give you what you want,” Void tells you, his tone condescending as he watches your reactions to his fingers.
You clench your jaw and give him a glare.
“No need to be stubborn, it’s just you and me,” Void smirks.
When he notices that you’re not budging, he dips his hand into your panties. Your mouth falls open and your eyes flutter as he trails his up and down your soaked slit gathering your slick. He teases your entrance, before going up to your clit with the newly found wetness and stimulating it.
Your hips buck into his hand, wanting him to add more pressure, wanting him to do more.
You regret looking down at the sight of Void’s hand inside your shorts because the lewd sight alone causes another flow of arousal to leave you.
You feel yourself begin to grow more desperate. You’re not going to be able to resist much longer.
“The choice is yours. I have to say, though, I would just hate for the team to come back and you don’t end up getting what you want,” Void adds. “I mean, what kind of man would I be to leave you hanging.”
His tone sounds sincere, but there’s a fake pout on his face that you just want to smack off.
Void leans in, his lips almost connecting with yours as turns your face for you to look at him. The close proximity makes your mind reel.
“Just say the words and I’ll make everything feel better. Tell me that you want my help.”
Suddenly, you feel his movements on your clit stop, but he doesn’t remove his hand from inside of your shorts.
Fuck.
“Fine,” you mutter.
Void playfully tilts his head and raises his eyebrows. “Fine…what?”
You give him a look, and Void just innocently shrugs in response.
“God, fine,” you sigh, “I want your help.”
“God? How wonderful of you to finally notice me for who I really am,”Void smiles.
This smug son of a- oh.
You’re caught off guard when Void moves forward to close the between you two. The kiss starts like any other kiss with Bob, but then it becomes rough, more demanding—both are characteristics of his darker half.
Void hums into your mouth as you lean into his touch and kiss him back.
Without notice, Void stuffs a long finger into your leaking entrance before quickly pulling it back out. Void pulls away when your mouth parts at the unexpected intrusion.
“Fuck, you’re dripping. Bob doesn’t deserve all of this, he doesn’t deserve you,” Void comments, bringing his hand out of your panties to hold it up in front of both of your faces.
You watch the way your slick coats his finger and threatens to drip down. You don’t know whether to feel ashamed or more aroused.
Void is trying to contain his emotions and stay on track, but the way his cock continues to harden and leak precum inside the confines of his underwear threatens to get to his head.
Suddenly, Void sticks the contaminated finger into his mouth and hums in approval at the taste. His jaw clenches and holds back his own moan as he feels his cock twitch.
Your throat goes dry at the sight.
“Take off the shorts,” Void instructs with a nod of his head.
You hate how you don’t hesitate.
You lift your hips to shuffle your pajama shorts down your legs and then move to take off your panties, but Void stops you.
“Leave them on, I wanna see them stretch around my hand.”
Oh.
Void’s mouth almost waters at the beautiful sight of the damp, dark patch on the crotch of your panties.
Another wave of warmth flows through your core. At this rate your panties are going to become translucent and disintegrate in no time.
Void wastes no time in attaching his fingers back to your core, gathering more slick and plunging his middle and ring finger into your awaiting hole and thrusting them inside of you.
You gasp at the suddenness, but your wetness easily allows for his fingers to move in and out of you. Your mouth is left ajar as you allow your head to tilt back and your eyelids to lower.
Any other time, the band of your panties digging into your skin would annoy you, but at this moment the feeling just adds to the experience.
Void groans at the way your warm walls flutter around him.
“This is kind of a snug fit, isn’t it? Bob’s not taking care of you like he should. He has no initiative…he has no idea how to take care of someone such as yourself,” Void rasps.
Void leans back a little to inspect how your face contorts when he moves his fingers a certain way.
It takes you a moment to ignore the squelching sound coming from your pussy and gather yourself enough to speak.
“But aren’t…you…technically still Bob?” you stammer.
“Don’t compare me to him,” Void says. A look of disgust flashes across his face.
“It’s not really a comparison, just fact,” you tell him. When he doesn’t respond, you add, “Do you…feel threatened by Bob?”
The way his fingers falter inside of you almost goes unnoticed by you, but as your eyes look up at Void, you can tell by the expression on his face—or lack there of—that he’s displeased with the accusation.
Void quickly contemplates on whether to respond or not, and then decides to speak, “How dare you.”
Hearing his voice get lower and his tone deepen along with the feeling of his breath tickling your neck is almost enough to make you come on the spot.
Void wipes away the little smile you had forming on your lips by digging deeper and curling his fingers in a way that causes a loud moan from you. He uses his thumb to gently swipe at your sensitive clit every once in a while, making you clench around his fingers.
Your eyes roll closed as your back arches away from the back of the couch and your legs twitch but they still spread even more.
You can feel your slick slipping out of you and pooling into your panties. There’s no doubt that everything isn’t going to leak through the fabric and onto the couch, that is, if it hasn’t already.
“Fuck,” you breathe out.
The arm he has around your shoulders tightens in response to your squirming body, caging you in and making sure that you don’t get away. He smirks as you whimper and twitch in his hold.
“Is that your spot? Yeah?” Void whispers to you in that condescending tone.
He chuckles as you mewl in response.
“You talk too much, did y’know that? I’m surprised your mouth doesn’t get you in more trouble.”
You blindly reach out for something to hold on to, not being able to decide whether you should hold on to Bob’s Void’s shirt or the throw pillow on the couch beside you.
“I think you can handle another finger. What do you say?” Void asks, this time waiting for your answer.
Bob usually only uses two fingers on you, but the thought of a third sounds perfect right now.
You nod, but that isn’t enough for Void.
“No, use your words. You got it.”
“Yes, yes, just do it!”
And that’s all it takes for Void to quickly pull his fingers out, throw your left leg over his lap to spread you open wider, and slip that third finger inside your dripping hole alongside the others.
“Oh, my god,” you pant.
Your face pinches at the stretch from the new addition, but your expression quickly changes back into pleasure as Void continues to steadily pump into you, using his palm to attend to your sensitive clit.
Your jaw slacks as you feel your orgasm building deep in your core. Your body feels like it’s on fire as your senses are being consumed by him. Your skin grows hotter and you can feel the backs of your legs sticking to the couch.
When Void notices your thighs beginning to close around his hand, he speaks up. “No, no, no. Keep your legs open, you said you could handle this remember? Don’t be rude.”
You whimper in protest, but still spread back open.
Void begins trailing kisses on your neck, and when he hears a noise leave you when he reaches your sweet spot, he focuses his attention on that area.
It’s all too much.
“Fuck, Bobby, please,” you cry out.
“I’m not Bob,” Void reestablishes.
Whatever.
You feel yourself ready to tumble over the edge, your squirming and wriggling becoming more frequent as you climb higher and higher. One of your hands fist Bob’s Void’s shirt to help ground you.
“You’re squeezing the hell out of me. You’re ready to let go, huh,” Void speaks into your neck. “Well, go ahead, sweetheart. I’m not stopping you.”
His words were the last thing you needed to help you finally come.
Your eyes roll towards the back of your head as you feel the damn break inside of you, your walls clenching repeatedly around Void’s fingers. Your body tenses up and your toes curl while Void continues to thrust his fingers in and out of you, helping you ride out your orgasm with a long, high-pitched moan.
Void slows down the pace of your fingers as your high begins to subside and your noises start to reduce, and right when you think he’s about to pull out, he suddenly picks up speed again.
“W-what are you doing?” you gasp out, reaching down to grab his wrist again.
“I know you have another one in you. If you can do it for Bob, you can do it for me,” Void explains, his tone leaving no room for discussion. He smirks at your expression.
“But-,” you start to say, but Void just shushes you.
“You got this, I know you do. Relax for me,” Void coos.
You can’t help the way your body tries to wiggle its way out of Void’s hold, but it’s no use. Even when your thighs close around his wrist, Void still carries on with getting you to your next climax.
You feel it almost instantly, your orgasm swelling deep in your core. You can tell that this one is going to be stronger, but something feels different. With your mind nearly empty and the only thing floating around in your head is him, it takes you a moment to figure it out.
But then it hits you.
Oh, no. No, no, no.
“Wait, wait…!” you squeak, but Void doesn’t care.
Void’s voice is hushed and low as he says. “Go ahead, make a mess for me. The couch can be cleaned later, your needs are more important right now, don’t y’think? Now cum.”
You’re trembling as you feel yourself gush, the liquid absolutely drenching your underwear as it escapes you. With Void still fucking his fingers into you, your squirt splashes onto his palm and back onto you.
Your body feels like it’s locked up as Void forces the rest of your mess out of you. Your eyes squeeze shut while you let out scream when he finally pulls his fingers out and goes to frantically rub at your ruined bud.
Void chuckles as he pulls his hand out of your panties, but keeps his arm around your shoulders. A shiver runs through you as you finally close your legs.
A shiver runs through your spine as Void pulls his hand out your panties but keeps his arm around your shoulders. He chuckles at your dazed out expression, watching as you try to bring yourself back down to earth.
Voice has to clench his jaw when he takes a look at the couch below you, seeing the remnants of your orgasm splattered around the area.
He can feel himself throbbing inside of his pants, ready to be released. Maybe he’ll just leave that for Bob to handle.
“Who’s cleaning this up,” you breathe out, “because it won’t be me.”
Void hums as is if he’s thinking it over, before glancing at the clock on the wall.
There’s still more time. His face shifts.
Maybe he won’t leave his little problem for Bob to deal with.
Warnings - swearing, fluff, reader’s nickname is Pea
Word count - 4814
a/n - this was supposed to be posted like two weeks ago after I saw the film, but I couldn't figure out an ending lol. I'm currently out for the summer so hopefully more time for imagines, but no promises. I hope you enjoy and thanks for reading :) Part 2 out now!
Summary: After years have passed since the twins left town, you figured your feelings for one of them had dissipated and you had moved on, but that doesn't seem to be the case.
“I know that ain’t Pea I see,” you hear a voice say from behind.
It’s a voice you haven’t heard in years, but it sounds just as familiar. You’re looking at the selection of produce in front of you, but you freeze at the sound. It only takes you another moment to turn around to reveal Stack standing there before you.
You had been a friend to the twins ever since you all were children. You spent most of your childhood ignoring the chores your mama had instructed and hanging out with the twins instead.
As you all got older, the boys started making a reputation for themselves, and of course your mama would tell you to leave them alone, but you never stopped. The twins weren’t that bad. Well, at least not around you.
You would be lying if you were to say you never had feelings for one of them. After spending the majority of your life with them, it became inevitable and you found yourself developing feelings for the more eccentric twin, Elias, but everyone called him Stack.
It wasn’t a secret that you were closer to Stack, though everyone just figured it was because of Smoke’s more quiet and laid back demeanor. You never told anyone about your crush except for Mary, one of your close friends, and of course she encouraged you to confess, but you never did.
When the twins left home after their father’s death, you weren’t mad at them. How could you be? You were happy for them. You knew what they had to endure, and you were just glad they took the first chance they had to live out their dreams.
You also thought your feelings for Stack would fade over time, but that doesn’t seem to be the case.
“Stack? Is that really you?” You question, your eyebrows raised at the man in front of you.
Stack’s hands are tucked in the pockets of his dress pants, which match the rest of his nicely tailored suit. A hat sits atop his head as he stares back at you with a handsome smirk on his face.
“Yes ma’am, it is,” he nods. He removes his hat as he takes a couple of steps closer towards you.
Stack was definitely in shape before he left town, but that doesn’t compare to how he looks now. You’re taken aback, but before you end up staring too long, you clear your throat to say something.
“I almost didn’t recognize you with that giant bush sleeping on your lip,” you joke, referring to the thick, but neat mustache growing above his lip.
You can’t help the small smile that spreads across your face as you hear him chuckle.
“That’s real funny. I should be the one surprised, though. I mean, look at you. You finally grew into that forehead of yours,” Stack smirks.
You scoff. “How dare you,” you playfully say as you fold your arms across your chest, your tone light.
“No, how dare you. The ladies happen to love how I look, especially the mustache,” he grins proudly, rubbing his fingers over the facial hair.
“What are you trying to say, that I'm not a lady?”
A loud laugh leaves Stack this time.
“Well, if the boot fits,” Stack says, holding his hands up in surrender. He knows how much you hate him saying that. He watches with a smile as you roll your eyes and shake your head at him. “I’m just playin’, Pea, you know I’d never say such a thing.”
Pea was a nickname you had become stuck with after meeting twins. One day while the three of you were out playing as children do, an older woman that everyone knew from the church had pointed at how you all resembled peas in a pod.
After that, Stack had decided to call you ‘Pea’ once as a joke to which you just brushed off. Somehow, though, the nickname stuck and ever since then everyone refers to you as Pea.
Hearing that name come out of his mouth after these years makes your stomach flutter and your skin heat up, which only makes the hot summer sun feel worse. The sweat on your skin suddenly feels more prominent with Stack’s eyes on you.
You start using the hand fan you were holding to try and provide yourself with some relief.
“What brings you back in town, Stack? I know it isn’t just some friendly conversation.”
“And why can’t it be?” He asks, furrowing his eyebrows. You give him a look calling his bluff, and he easily quits the act. “You still know me well, I see.”
“Unfortunately,” you smile.
“Smoke and I are openin’ our own juke joint. We figured we split up so I can recruit some entertainment while he handles some other business. Tonight is the openin’ night. That is, if we get everything situated in time.”
Your expression contorts in confusion. “Juke joint? Where?”
“One of the abandoned barnhouses not too far from here,” Stack responds, motioning in what you assume is the direction of the barn house.
“Where the hell did you get the money to buy all of that, and who was dumb enough to take it?” You ask, lowering your voice as you look around you.
“You know how those folks are—all they care about is the cash. It wasn't a problem.”
“And they just took your money like that with no questions asked?”
“Oh, the man asked questions,” Stack nods, “he just didn’t get the answers he wanted.”
The two of you are quiet for another moment, both work for the other one to crack, before you both burst into laughter.
“Still the same after all this time, huh?” you ask once you both settle down, although, it’s not really a question.
“I’m not changin’ for just anyone,” Stack responds, shooting you a wink.
Before the two of you could continue catching up, someone else runs up behind Stack calling his name. You didn’t notice how much the two of you were stuck in your own world until Stack turns away from you, breaking you out of the trance.
“What the hell do you want, Sammy?” You hear Stack ask.
Your eyes widen as you move to look around Stack’s frame, but your confusion turns into surprise as you take in the young man standing in front of him with a guitar hanging from his neck. “Sammy? As in lil’ Sammy? As in Preacher boy?”
When Sammy finally notices your presence, he gives you a shy smile and a tip of his hat. “Oh, Pea, what are you doin’ out here?”
“I should be asking you the same thing? Does your mama know you’re all the way out here?” You raise an eyebrow at him.
“She knows I’m with the twins, that’s all that matters,” Sammy says.
“I’ll take that as a no then,” you give him a look.
Sammy opens his mouth to say something else, but Stack hits the back of his head before he could continue. Sammy lets out a yelp as he looks up at Stack, while one of his hands rubs his head.
“You better have a damn good reason for comin’ over here and interruptin’ us.”
“Slim’s gettin’ tired of waitin’. He said to hurry up before he changes his mind because he’s getting older by the minute. He also said that there’ll be plenty of time to talk to pretty women t’night,” Sammy explains, glancing at you for the last part, but it goes over your head.
You follow Stack’s eyes when he looks over to Slim in the distance, a harmonica in one of his hands and a bottle in the other. Classic.
Stack mumbles something that you can’t quite hear, before telling Sammy to run off and that he’d be over in a second.
“I usually wouldn’t listen to a drunk, but he’s right. Daylight is wastin’ and I got some other things to take care of before tonight,” Stack admits. “You’ll be there, right?”
Oh.
“And what if I had plans?”
You don’t.
Stack laughs. “Oh, really? What plans?”
“You say it like you don’t believe me,” you raise an eyebrow.
“Oh, no, no. I’m just curious about these plans.”
“I’m a grown woman, I don’t have to tell you anything,” you huff.
“Fair enough, fair enough,” Stack nods in agreement. When he realizes you aren’t going to say anything else, he continues. “C’mon, Pea, it’ll be worth it. There’ll be good food and drinks along with good entertainment.”
“I take it that Sammy and Slim are part of that entertainment?” You ask.
You tear your eyes away from Stack and to the small crowd beginning to form around the musical pair. Even from a distance you can hear Sammy’s powerful voice accompanied by Slim’s skilled fingers playing his harmonica.
“You know I only like the best of the best,” Stack smirks. “So, what do you say, Pea? It’ll be just like old times.”
“Hm, I don’t know. It’s not safe for a lady at night,” you say.
Yes, you do want to go, but parties were never really your thing. You usually chose to stay home when someone asked you, especially when the twins would try to encourage you to sneak out when you were kids.
“And I’ll make sure you’ll get home safe, there’s nothin’ to worry about. C’mon, I know Smoke is bringin’ Annie, don’t make me be the only one without a date.”
“Oh, so that’s why you want me to come, so you won’t be alone?” you give him a look.
“Of course, why else would I want you there?” he plays along, trying to keep a straight face, but fails.
“There’ll be plenty of other women without a date there to keep you company.”
“Yeah, but that don’t matter if I want you to be the one keepin’ me company,” Stack tells you.
And just like that all of those feelings that you thought were gone resurface, fluttering through your heart and stomach.
You hesitate for a moment, before finally giving him an answer. “I guess I could come. Besides, I want to be there to see if this juke joint of yours fails.”
“Now, that’s just wrong.”
~
Later that night as you’re getting ready, you can’t seem to calm your nerves. It’s just the twins—it’s just Stack.
And it’s not like it’s a date anyways because why would it be? Or maybe it is? No, Stack just invited you so you could keep him company and so the two of you could catch up. But, why do you specifically need to keep him company?
You’re checking your appearance in the mirror, stuck in your thoughts as you turn from side to side,, when Mary walks into your room already dressed and ready to go.
“By the time we get there, the damn party will be over. What is the hold up?” Mary throws her hands up for dramatics.
“Would you relax? The party doesn’t start for, like, another 30 minutes, and we don’t want to be too early do we?” You tell her, looking at her through the reflection in the mirror.
“I just figured you’d want to be early in order to have as much time with Stack as possible.” Mary smirks at the glare you give her. “I mean, it’s been so long since he’s last been in town, aren’t you excited? I would be.”
“I don’t know if that’s the word I’d use.”
“Why, what’s wrong? Don’t tell me you're nervous.”
Your silence is enough of an answer. You fiddle with your dress and adjust yourself in order to avoid looking over at Mary. Mary scoffs and walks over to stand next to you as you look in the mirror.
“Oh come on, you can’t be serious. There’s no reason you should be nervous over that man. You guys have been friends since birth-“
“Not birth, it was more like-“
Mary raises a hand to cut you off and finally makes you face her. “You know what I’m trying to say. You guys have practically known each other since the beginning. Stack knows everything about you and you know everything about Stack—well, that is excludin’ whatever the hell the twins have been doing these past couple of years.”
“That’s exactly my point,” you throw your hands up before taking a step back and placing your hands on your hip. “I mean, yeah, we’ve written to each other while he’s been away, but it’s been a while since we’ve actually talked face to face. It seems like he’s still the same, but if he’s not? What if he actually has changed?”
You can feel your nerves picking up at the thought of talking to Stack tonight and all the possibilities of how tonight will go.
Mary knows you like the back of her hand, and your overthinking doesn’t go unnoticed.
Mary rolls her eyes. “Please, that man is exactly the same as he was the day he left here. Besides, you saw him earlier today, were you nervous when you were talkin’ to him then?”
“Well, not really, but I didn’t exactly have time to be. He snuck up on me while I was shopping and we just started talking.”
“Exactly, the two of you are so close that you started talkin’ like nothin’ has changed. Believe me, everything’ll be fine, and when Stack sees you in this dress, he’ll fall to his knees to propose. If he doesn’t just come and find me so I can handle his ass.”
You snicker as you walk away from Mary to finish getting ready. She follows right behind you.
“Relax, Stack is not going to pick me to propose to out of all the beautiful women in this town. Not to mention all the women he’s probably encountered during his travels.”
“A girl can dream can’t she? Just suckin’ all the fun out of my night.”
-
The noise from the juke joint can be heard all the way down the road, the sounds only getting louder and more clear as you and Mary approach. Your heart speeds up in both anticipation and nervousness as you take in the scene.
Dozens can be seen either arriving on foot or by car, their excitement obvious from miles away. The land outside the farmhouse is packed with vehicles and it’s obvious there will be many more given the constant flow of traffic.
Cornbread’s eyes widen in surprise as he watches from the entrance as you and Mary walk up. He greets you with a smile.
“You two look gorgeous, but I’ll be damned, Pea. What brings you here? I know this ain’t your kinda scene,” he points out.
You playfully point at Mary, “You’re looking right at the culprit. She convinced me to come.”
“I shoulda known,” Cornbread shakes his head in amusement, but then his expression shifts to confusion as he looks at Mary. “Wait a minute, ain’t you married? What are you doing out this late?”
Mary folds her arms across her chest. “I could ask you the same, don’t you have a family to take care of?” Mary asks while folding her arms across her chest.
Cornbread puts his hands up in surrender. “Stack offered me a good amount of cash to be here tonight, I’m not turnin’ that down.”
“And I don’t blame you. Now, are you going to let us come in or are you going to leave two ladies stranded outside all night?” Mary questions.
Cornbread lets out a laugh, but quickly moves aside to let you both in.
The dusty, rundown appearance of the barnhouse from the outside is a completely different vibe from the atmosphere on the inside.
Slim is playing his heart out at the piano at the front of the room while people laugh and dance to the music. Lights are hanging from the ceiling, illuminating the space as guests move around freely. The mouthwatering smell of freshly fried catfish fills the air along with the smell of sweat and alcohol.
“Wow, the twins definitely outdid themselves didn’t they?” Mary admits as the both of you take in everything.
“They really did,” you murmur mostly to yourself, your mind still stuck and amazed at how Smoke and Stack pulled this off.
“We can’t start dancing without a drink,” Mary smirks.
“Yeah, you can, it’s easy,” you say.
Mary gives you a look before saying, “Well, if you’re going to talk to Stack, you’re gonna need a little something in your system.”
You open your mouth to object, but you decide against it.. Alcohol does loosen you up, which would help you get through the night.
When Mary doesn’t hear a response, she pulls you towards the bar. After Mrs. Chow hands you both your drinks, the two of you decide to linger at the bar.
“Is that Lil Sammy over there flirtin’ with a girl?” Mary asks you.
You turn to look in the direction of Mary’s eyes to, sure enough, see Sammy flirting with a woman—a woman who looks a little bit older than him.
“Isn’t she married?” Mary continues.
“Well so are you, but you’re still here tonight,” you say.
This makes Mary whip her head back towards you and send you a glare, one you pretend to ignore as you take a sip of your drink and pretend to be really interested in the guests dancing to the music.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” she says after you don’t respond, before a smile grows on her face.
Suddenly you hear a gasp come from behind the bar, catching your attention and making you turn around. You see Smoke, Stack, and Annie come from a back room.
“Am I seein’ things or is that really Pea standin’ in front of me at a party?” Annie smiles, her hands on her hips.
You playfully roll your eyes. “No, you’re not seeing things.”
Annie makes her way from behind the bar to give you a hug, and after she pulls away, Smoke comes up to do the same. The way Stack looks you up and down as you hug Smoke goes unnoticed by you but not by Mary as she watches with a smirk. Stack notices Mary’s eyes on him and quickly clears his throat.
“I’m glad you came,” Stack says, smiling at you as he comes up to hug you last.
“Well I couldn’t miss the famous Moore twins’ big grand opening,” you beam, motioning to the large crowd that has formed. Smoke smiles at your compliment. “I don’t know how you guys pulled it off, but everything looks great. I’m impressed.”
“Nothin’ is too out of reach for us,” Smoke adds with a nod. Stack claps his brother on the back as a sign of his agreement.
“Alright, enough of this lovey dovey shit. Let’s get this place poppin’ like fish grease and get it started for real!” Stack exclaims with a smirk.
Stack walks over to Sammy, pulling him away from the woman he was talking to and motions to the stage. As Sammy joins Slim at the front, people begin to gather around to listen.
Now, you knew Sammy was talented, but watching him sing his heart out and play the hell out of his guitar gave you goosebumps and made you emotional.
It was obvious that you weren’t the only one who felt this way as you notice everyone’s expressions change as they begin to cheer and clap while they move their bodies to the rhythm. Close friends, couples, and singles make their way about the room.
Much to your dismay, Mary pulls you into the dancing crowd. You’re uncertain of what to do with yourself at first, but after seeing everyone in their own world, the body movements just come naturally.
You watch with admiration and a smile as Smoke grabs Annie to join him for a dance. Even after all of that time apart, Smoke and Annie still seem to be as in love with each other as the first day they met. The little bit of alcohol you have on your system does make a difference.
Your eyes wander just a little bit to the right and you see Stack dancing with two women. It’s no secret that the twins are attractive, but oh how you wish for just one night where women didn’t climb all over them—mainly Stack.
After a while, you become overheated and overstimulated with all the hot bodies surrounding you. Once you tell Mary that you’ll be back, you leave to find a place to take a breather.
You come across a set of stairs and somehow find yourself overlooking the inside of the entire building.
You catch sight of Mary from your spot and laugh to yourself at how easily it is for her to find some stranger to dance with.
Eventually, someone else makes their way up the stairs and stands next to you. Your nostrils become aware of him before your eyes do.
“Too much goin’ on down there?” Stack asks as he leans on the railing and takes in the view.
“Just needed a little break,” you shrug, your eyes still on the crowd below you. “What about you, don’t you have some guests to entertain? This is your place after all.”
“As an owner, I have people to do the entertainin’ for me. I just make sure there are no problems,” Stack responds, the smirk evident in his tone.
There’s a moment of comfortable silence that grows between the two of you. Earlier you were stressing on what would happen once you saw Stack, but here he is, and your heartbeat is still somewhat calm.
“How’s everything, Pea?” Stack asks, breaking the silence.
“Oh, you know, just getting through day by day and taking things slow,” you shrug.
“What are you up to these days?”
“Helping my mama out with the shop most days. When I’m not working I’m running errands around town or helping others out.”
“How’s the shop and your mama doin’?”
“Mama’s great. Her happiness really comes from the shop and being able to have a safe place for people to come back to over and over again. We’re still getting plenty of customers, and we’ve recently renovated it.”
Stack nods along. “That’s good, that’s good. How are you doing though?”
You raise an eyebrow at him. “You already asked that.”
“I phrased it differently this time, though. First time was more of a casual ask and this time I wanna know what’s really goin’ on with you.”
You’re slightly taken aback by his forwardness, until you remember that this is how Stack has always been.
Stack turns his body to face yours, keeping an elbow on the railing. “Come on now, Junebug. It’s been a long time since we’ve sat down and talked down and talked, y’know?”
“Is this really the time to be having a conversation like this?” you ask.
Stack is quick but genuine with his reply. “For you, there’s always time.”
The nerves the alcohol had been holding back, finally hit you with full force after hearing his words. Your heart rate begins to pick up, and you’re suddenly extremely aware of the high temperature in the building.
You wish you had brought a fan with you.
Stack’s eyes never leave yours as he waits for an answer, not even when you hear a glass bottle break somewhere in the crowd below you.
You give him a shy smile, but you have to tear your eyes away from him.
“I’m fine, really Stack. You know, you never told me exactly how you got the money for all this.”
Stack scoffs. “I know you didn’t just try and change the conversation.”
“It worked didn’t it,” you laugh. Stack shakes his head in disappointment, but he can’t help the laugh that slips out.
“That’s alright, Pea. There’ll be plenty of time to talk since Smoke and I aren’t goin’ anywhere anytime soon.”
Your heart flutters.
“Really?” you ask, and you wish you would’ve been able to stop your voice from changing pitch.
Damn.
“Just admit that you missed us,” Stack smirks.
“I don’t know, I mean, I feel like everyone’s life has been calm without you and Smoke being here to terrorize everyone.”
“That was one time! Plus, Jimmy had it comin’. I can’t let anyone steal from us and just walk away without a scratch,” Stack throws his head back as he laughs.
“Well, yeah, but that doesn’t mean you had to chase him all over,” you join in, beginning to double over in laughter.
“It was either me or Smoke, and that boy Smoke was fumin’ when he found out, so it was better that Jenkins dealt with me instead of him,” Stack snorts.
“Whew, I remember that day like it was yesterday. Y’all had the whole town confused with Jimmy running by screaming bloody murder.”
“And I hadn’t even done anything to him yet!”
You clutch your stomach as you try to collect yourself, wiping the tears from your eyes as you blow out a breath. Stack does the same alongside you.
“I really did miss you, y’know,” Stack admits.
And there goes your breath.
“Of course you did, why wouldn’t you,”you say, causing Stack to smile, “but I’m sure you and Smoke had plenty of fun on your adventures with seeing new places and meeting all those new people. You didn’t meet any women after all this time?”
“There were a few women, but none of 'em kept me interested.”
You roll your eyes. “Oh, yeah, I forgot who I was talking to for a second. No one is good enough to tie you down, right?”
Stack pretends to think to himself for a second, before speaking, “Well, there is one person that I’m thinkin’ about.”
Your heart drops so low it almost hits the first floor of the barnhouse.
You clear your throat and keep your eyes in front of you. “And does this woman know that you like her?”
“I don’t think so.”
“What makes you say that? I’m sure you’ve made your flirting pretty obvious.”
Stack has never been one to keep his feelings to himself. If he sees a lady he likes, he’ll pursue her and most likely succeed.
“She’s on the shy side, so I don’t think she realizes. She keeps to herself and thinks others don’t notice her.”
Who has he been hanging around with? Didn’t he just get back in town.
“I’m sure she does.”
“Nah, I don’t think she does,” Stack shakes his head with a sly smile. “You wanna bet?”
“I don’t have anything to bet, but sure.”
“How about if I’m right and she doesn’t know, then you have to dance with me,” Stack smirks, raising his eyebrows at you.
“And if I’m right?”
“What would you like in return?”
You contemplate for a moment. “For you to tell me in detail how you got the money to afford this barnhouse.”
Stack rolls his eyes. “You’re on.”
“So, who is it?”
Stack turns toward the railing once again, a teasing look on his face. “You sure you just don’t wanna know because you’re jealous?”
“You think you’re funny, huh?”
Stack chuckles in response, before going quiet. Then, there’s a moment of silence where you give him a look as you wait for an answer.
“You.”
You.
You feel your heart stop. “Me?” you ask, not fully believing him yet. Stack gives you a nod, and you try to look for any sign of lying on his face, but you can’t find any. “Stack, be serious for a second.”
“I am, Pea.”
All of a sudden, the music being played in the background just sounds like noise. You feel nauseous, relieved, confused, and happy all at once.
“What the hell do you mean?” you ask. Your voice is quieter now as you look up at him.
Before Stack could give you an answer, he’s interrupted by a voice from down below.
“Yo, Stack, come on down he-!” Sammy shouts, but cuts himself with the look that Smoke shoots at him.
Stack clenches his jaw and whips his head towards Sammy. “Sammy, I’m gonna come down there and beat your ass. You need to learn when to read the room. Matter o’fact, I should come down there and break that damn guitar.”
“But you gave it to me.”
“And now I’m about to come take it away,” Stack replies causally. He makes a move to turn and walk down the stairs, but stops himself to look at you. “We’ll finish this conversation later, I promise,” he tells you, before giving you a quick wink and continuing down the stairs.
Then you hear, “Don’t run now, Sammy.”
Mary’s eyes meet yours from below, giving you one of her signature smirks.
a/n - I got this idea after seeing this video on tiktok, even though I know this has been done before on tumblr, and I wanted to write my own version. This was supposed to be posted a month ago, but I procrastinated and somehow ended up rewriting the whole thing💀. Also idk if I want to do a part 2 to this yet. Anyways, I hope you enjoy and thanks in advance for reading :)
Summary: After seeing a video of a couple do a certain trend on tiktok, you can't get it off your mind but decide not to bring it up to Bucky to avoid the embarrassment. Though, with Bucky being Bucky, he finds out anyways.
You sit on the couch waiting for Bucky to come home, passing the time by scrolling through Tiktok. You had planned on just being on the app for a little bit before opening your book currently sitting on your coffee table, but you keep getting absorbed in one video after another.
One video in particular catches your eye, so much so that you end up spending the next ten minutes reading comments and freaking out with everyone else. The video was of a girl asking her boyfriend to try a popular trend that all of the readers had brought to the internet.
You watch as the girl stands in the doorway and practically melts into the ground as her boyfriend towers over her, gently lifting up her chin to maintain eye contact. The girl’s face is covered in happiness and shock as she laughs and pulls away from the guy.
You can’t help but giggle along with her as butterflies fill your stomach, feeling the tension through the screen.
This would be fun to try with Bucky, but you don’t really want to ask him. It’s not like he would have a problem with fulfilling your wishes, but you know that he knows the effect he has on you, and this would just be added to the list of the things Bucky can purposefully do to make you flustered.
Bucky knows how you struggle to hold eye contact after a while of having his blue eyes stare back into yours when the two of you are having a conversation, and he has no problem with using it against you. He knows how flustered you get when he gets all up in your personal space, whispering teasing words into your ear to make you laugh and shy away.
He loves the fact that you still get nervous around him, even though the two of you have been dating for a while – long enough for those nerves to get thrown out of the window.
A memory suddenly enters your thoughts of Bucky being his usual flirty self before a night out:
You had just put on your new dress you had bought recently for tonight’s date. You look at yourself in the mirror, turning from side to side to make sure you’re satisfied with your appearance.
You see Bucky through the reflection in the mirror as he walks into the room, fixing the sleeves of his dress shirt. “Alright, doll, are you ready to head ou- woah,”Bucky begins to say, but cuts himself off when his eyes land on you. “Well what do we have here?”
You turn around to face him, giving him a bashful smile. “I just bought it last week. What do you think, do you like it?”
“I love it,” Bucky admits as he walks closer to you, taking his time on purpose as he lets his eyes run up and down your figure. He grabs your hand and makes you do a spin before facing the two of you towards the mirror. He pulls your back into his chest as he runs his hands up and down your sides. “You look so gorgeous, darling. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to you.”
You let out a small laugh as you can’t help but roll your eyes at his compliment.
Bucky chuckles. “Don’t roll your eyes at me, I’m serious.” He moves his lips down to your ear to whisper, “you know, if you’re not feeling up for going out, we could skip the dinner and go straight for dessert.”
You give him a confused look, but it immediately goes away as he continues his statement, his voice dropping even lower. His eyes meet yours in the mirror as a smirk grows across his lips.
“...I’m suddenly in the mood for something sweet, and I’m pretty sure you could help me out with my craving.”
You gasp as you move out of his grasp, playfully pushing him away.
“Bucky!”
Bucky just laughs at your expression. “Eventually those nerves will be gone, doll, I don’t care how long I have to work on you.”
“Okay, stop!” you tell him with a smile as you turn and head into the bathroom to finish getting ready.
You suddenly hear a car door close, tearing you away from your thoughts. Your eyes widen as your heart picks up speed, only just now realizing how much time has passed when you glance at the time on your phone.
As soon as you hear Bucky’s keys jingle from the other side of the door, you quickly save the video and scroll past it, trying to act nonchalant as Bucky opens the front door. You greet him with a small smile as he walks over to you.
The smell of his cologne fills your nostrils, sending warmth through your body as he comes up behind you and leans over the couch to give you a kiss on the cheek.
“You’re in the exact same spot you were in when I left you,” Bucky chuckles as he rests his arms on the back of the couch, his eyes staring directly into yours. “What have you been doing this whole time?”
“Nothing really, just scrolling through random videos,” you shrug.
“Have you been on the same app?” he asks, his eyebrows furrowed as he glances down at the current video playing on your phone of a woman doing her makeup, before sending you a look.
“...maybe,” you shyly admit as you look away, causing Bucky to shake his head in fake disappointment.
“You told me you were planning on finishing your book,” Bucky nods his head towards the now abandoned book on the table.
“I was going to, but-,” you cut yourself off as Bucky gives you a teasing look. “It’s really addictive, okay! You would understand if you’d actually give it a chance.”
“If it’s going to take up my day like it does yours, I don’t want any part of it,” Bucky says, putting his hands up in surrender as he backs up and makes his way towards the stairs. “I would like to keep what’s left of my mind.”
You roll your eyes at his response. Your eyes flicker towards the book in front of you before trying to turn your attention back onto your phone, but the video from earlier keeps playing in your mind as you subconsciously scroll.
Should you really ask him to do this trend? Should you do it now? You could wait until he’s already standing next to you so it seems casual. Should you just scrap the idea and stick to daydreaming?
Your mind continues to turn, and after a while of not being able to come to a decision, you let out a groan and slump further into the couch.
“Everything okay over there?” you hear Bucky ask, making you jump a little as you turn your head.
You watch as he pulls a shirt over his head while coming down the stairs. He’s changed into comfortable clothes instead of his outfit he wore to hangout with Sam.
For a moment, you get distracted by the snug fit of Bucky’s shirt, specifically the way it clings to the top of his bionic arms and fits around his chest and-
What the hell is your problem?
Bucky gives you a confused look from your delayed response.
You clear your throat. “Yeah, just…thinking,” you respond, shaking your head as if to try and shake the thoughts from your head.
Not completely believing you, but deciding to brush it off, Bucky gives you a look as he makes his way into the kitchen. You let out a breath at the tiny bullet you just dodged.
Maybe it would have been better to just read the damn book instead, that way you could just enter another world and fantasize all you want about a fictional man instead of creeping Bucky out.
“What do you want for dinner?” Bucky calls out from the inside of the kitchen. “Do you want to have something delivered or do you want to try that new recipe you found online?”
“We’ve been eating out all week, we should probably just try that recipe,” you call back. You stand up from your spot on the couch and stretch, before making your way to Bucky. “I can take care of everything since it was my idea after all.”
Bucky glances at you as you walk in. “Don’t worry about it, sweets, I don’t have a problem with making it for you,” he tells you, his voice clashing with the sound of him rummaging through cabinets for cookware and ingredients.
“Well at least let me help,” you say, tilting your head as you give Bucky one of your sweet smiles.
He playfully scoffs at you, but gives in. “Alright, alright. If you insist,” he tells you as he leans in to place a quick kiss on your forehead.
“Let me just use the bathroom first. Oh, and I should probably go change in case things get messy,” you tell him, subconsciously placing your phone down on the counter before walking away.
Bucky gives you a nod, and continues to get everything ready. When he notices your unlocked phone on the counter a couple of feet away from him, his attention shifts.
He has a habit of looking through the TikTok videos you’ve watched to see what you enjoy and find funny, or to give him ideas for things he could do from you. You’ve caught him a couple of times, and each time you would playfully scold him and take back your phone, and Bucky would just laugh it off knowing that you were joking.
It’s the closest he will get to actually using the app and he would rather die before admitting that it has been helpful or that he too has stumbled across some interesting things.
Bucky stops shuffling through videos when he sees one that you’ve liked and added to your favorites — the video of the girl and her boyfriend.
His eyebrows raise as he watches the video play, an evil smirk developing on his lips once he realizes why you’ve added this certain video to your favorites.
As he hears your footsteps get closer, Bucky quickly scrolls back down to the video that was paused on your phone before you left and moves back to his previous position on the other side of the kitchen. He clears his throat as he busies his hands to prevent you from being suspicious,
“Okay, let’s get started,” you announce as you enter the kitchen, rolling up your sleeves in the process. “Oh! Let me pull the recipe video up, I have it saved.”
“Of course it’s on that damn app,” Bucky murmurs as he watches you find the video, causing you to quietly let out a giggle.
After giving the video another run through and looking through the comments, you feel confident in what has to be done. You turn on some background music before placing a pot of water onto the stove for it to boil. When you go over to Bucky to help him cut up the vegetables, he tells you that he’s got it.
“Come on, Bucky. Give me something to do,” you groan, hopping onto the counter to watch him work.
“You could read your book. You know, the book you’ve been wanting to finish reading for a while, but you keep putting it off? That sounds like a good idea to me,” Bucky gives you a teasing look as he glances over at you, and you just glare at him in return.
You pettily let out a loud huff and cross your arms across your chest. “Well, when you tell me to do it, I no longer want to.”
Bucky chuckles at your response as he continues slicing and dicing.
Having nothing better to do at the moment, the tiktok video from earlier enters your mind, making you open up an app to read some fanfiction. After noticing a smile repeatedly make its way onto your face from the corner of his eye, Bucky steals a look at your screen.
“Are you reading a book on your phone?” Bucky raises his eyebrows.
Well, reading fanfiction is technically like reading a book, so….
“Yeah, why?”
Bucky stops chopping altogether, turning his attention to you in disbelief. “So you’ll read on your phone, but not in real life?”
“Technically, this is still real life – the words are just on a screen instead of paper,” you give him an innocent smile before looking back down at your phone.
Bucky playfully rolls his eyes at you, before turning his attention to the vegetables. That's when he remembers something. Bucky turns back to you.
“Y’know, speaking of books, have you ever heard of this thing called booktok?” Bucky asks. There’s a teasing look on his face, but you don’t notice it yet.
Confused, but not giving it much thought, you direct your attention at Bucky. “Yeah, but why do you know about it?”
He gives you a shrug. “I just saw something about it, and it seemed like something you’d know about.”
Thinking that the conversation is over, you look back down at your phone.
But, it’s not.
“You know, I saw this interesting video recently and it had something to do with booktok also. Maybe you’ve seen it?” Bucky continues, trying to hide the smirk from growing on his face.
Once again, you look at Bucky. This time your eyebrows are furrowed, getting the feeling that he’s up to something.
“I don’t know, maybe. What was it about?”
Bucky turns back to the vegetables on the counter and continues to chop, but his focus is still mainly on you.
“It was a video of this girl and her boyfriend, and in the video she asks him to do this trend with her–”
He’s not talking about- No, there’s no way.
“--you can see her set the camera up and ask her boyfriend to stand in the doorway, and she joins him.”
You feel your heart drop as you finally notice the teasing tone in his voice as he talks and the hint of a smirk at the corner of his lips.
Oh. My. God.
Bucky looks back over at you. “Have you seen this trend?”
You’re speechless for a second, but you quickly find your words. You swallow. You’re looking back down at your phone when you respond. “Um, yeah I think so.”
“Apparently all the people involved in this booktok thing know about it. She asks him to recreate a scene in a book where the man towers over her and leans in, and apparently a lot of women seem to enjoy it,” Bucky continues to innocently ramble as if there’s no ulterior motive to this speech, but you know there is. Then Bucky asks, “Do you?”
You don’t know if you should strangle him or curl up in a ball and die of embarrassment.
“Do I what?” you ask, trying to seem as unaffected as possible.
“Do you enjoy things like that?” he simply asks as he stops chopping to wash his hands.
This smug piece of shit.
“Did you go through my saved videos?” you ask, deciding it’s time to drop the facade and let the shock show on your face.
Bucky chooses to do the same; letting the smirk fully emerge on his face, Bucky dries off his hands and leans on the counter with a hand on his hip, giving you his full attention.
He shrugs. “Maybe.”
You let your jaw drop. “Why?”
He shrugs again. “Why not?”
“You know what? I think you should cook by yourself,” you huff.
You’ve made up your mind – you’ll crawl up in a ball and die.
You hop off the counter and begin to make your way out of the kitchen, but bucky stops you.
“Oh, come on. Don’t be upset,” Bucky chuckles as he pulls you back and backs you into the kitchen counter, keeping his hands on your hips.
You really hate your body for enjoying the feeling of being trapped between him and the counter at a time like this.
“I’m not upset,” you lie, avoiding eye contact as you fold your arms across your chest.
“See, you're telling me one thing and your face is telling me something else, sweetheart. You’re not even looking at me,” Bucky smiles, and you roll your eyes.
“Don’t ‘sweetheart’ me,” you tell him, causing him to let out a laugh.
“Oh, you’re really upset,” Bucky says. When you don’t say anything, he adds. “Come on, doll, I’m sorry. How can I make it up to you?”
“Like I said earlier, you should cook by yourself,” you say. You make another move to leave, but Bucky just tightens his grip to golf you there. You let out a groan. “Let me go.”
“No can do, not until you're no longer mad at me.”
“We’re gonna be here for a while then,” you mumble.
Bucky moves his head to try to get you to look at him, but you just move too. Bucky breathes out a laugh. He steps away from you as he says, “I’ve got a better idea.”
You watch him go to the now boiling pot of water and move it, before reaching to turn off the stove. When he turns back to you, there’s a different look on his face.
Uh oh.
“What are you doing?” you ask and slowly start making your way towards the kitchen entrance.
“I gotta cheer you up somehow,” he smirks, grabbing your phone out of your hand and stuffing it in his pocket.
“What the hell are y-,” you begin, but cut yourself off with a scream as your tossed upside down from Bucky throwing you over his shoulder, “Bucky!”
“Would you stop?” Buck laughs as his grip on you tightens from your squirming. “We have to recreate some scenes for booktok.”
“What about dinner? Everything is still out,” you say as he begins to make his way up the stairs.
Warnings - fluff, some kissing, Valentine’s Day shenanigans, flirty!Bucky
Word count - 2167
a/n - Happy Valentine’s Day everyone, especially to all my fellow single readers! I’ve somehow ended up in my Sebastian Stan era again, so I thought why fight it. It’s been a while since I’ve written an imagine, and I’m feeling a little rusty, but I hope you all enjoy and thanks in advance for reading :)
“What’s got you smiling so much?” You ask Wanda as she sits down across from you.
It was Wanda’s idea to meet up for lunch after finding out about the rough morning you had, and she had also told you that she had some good news to share that might cheer you up.
You had woken up late for work, couldn’t find your car keys, and when you reached the halfway point on your journey to work, you realized you didn’t have your phone. Today just wasn’t your day.
“Remember how I said I had some good news?” Wanda asks, her smile huge as she leans in and rests her elbows on the table. When you nod, she continues. “Well, Vision surprised me at work and finally asked me to be his girlfriend! He brought me flowers and everything.”
Yeah, today just really wasn’t your day.
“That’s really great, Wanda, but how exactly is that supposed to cheer me up?” you question, giving her a small smile to soften your words.
“Because you were the one who suggested that I should confess my feelings to him, and you’ve pretty much been with me every step of the way,” Wanda tells you. Her expression then turns into confusion. “Is something wrong?”
You honestly were really proud and happy for Wanda, and if this were any other time of the year, your reaction would’ve been different. But it’s not. Valentine's Day is at the end of the week and you just want the week to be over with.
While you were walking down the street on your way to the restaurant, you walked past a woman getting proposed to in the park. While you were waiting for the light to change in order for you to cross the street, you saw a couple making out. As you walked past a street vendor selling flowers, you overheard the vendor making conversation with a man who was apparently looking for the right flowers to buy his crush. Now, Wanda hits you with this.
“No, nothing’s wrong,” you quickly shake your head. “I’ve just had a weird day.”
She looks at you for a moment longer, not fully believing you. “Hmm, there’s something else. Tell me.”
You let out a laugh. “Wanda, I’m fine. It just…it’s nothing really. I’m good.”
“It’s just what?” Wanda asks. When you hesitate again, she adds, “We’re not ordering until you tell me what’s up,” she smirks at you.
A small groan leaves you, before you speak up, “It’s just that Bucky hasn’t asked me to be his valentine yet, and this is our first Valentine’s Day as a couple. It stupid, I know. I shouldn’t even be upset.”
“No, it’s not stupid. Have you mentioned how you feel to him?”
“No, I didn’t think I had to since he’s always surprising me with gifts any other time of the year. I just figured this would just happen naturally, but nothing yet.”
“I’m sure you have nothing to worry about. After all, it’s still the beginning of the week. Who knows, he could just be waiting for the actual day to come,” Wanda says, and when you don’t say anything, she places a hand on top of yours and continues, “I’d honestly be surprised if Bucky does absolutely nothing for you. Everyone knows how obsessed he is with you.”
That makes you smile. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
“Of course I am, and when Valentine’s Day comes and he still hasn’t asked you to be his valentine, call me, I’ll hunt him down,” Wanda tells you right as a waitress walks up to the table to take your guys’ order. She catches the end of Wanda’s sentence and has a confused, yet amused look on her face. “Sorry, just relationship problems.”
The waitress laughs as she says, “Don’t worry I understand.”
Later that night when you're at Bucky’s place for a movie night the two of you had planned the week before, you can feel Bucky looking at you repeatedly while your eyes are still on the screen. You’re cuddled up into his side with his arm wrapped around you, but you still notice the constant shifting of his head.
You finally give in and look up at him. “Is there something on my face?” you ask him, your tone teasing.
Bucky’s confused with your question. “No, why?”
“Because you keep looking at me.”
“What, I can’t admire my own girlfriend anymore?”
“It feels more like staring than anything,” you tell him, and Bucky just laughs.
“Well, then I’m sorry,” Bucky apologizes as he places a hand on your cheek to lift your head up. He leans down to place a gentle kiss on your lips, a smile still tugging on the corner of his lips. When he pulls away, he still keeps the distance between the two of you small as he looks into your eyes.
“Seriously, what is it?” you whine as you playfully shove him away from you, causing him to laugh. He knows how much you hate it when he does that. “Is there something bugging you?” you casually slide in the question, slightly hoping that he would use this time to ask you to be his valentine.
“No, there isn’t,” he laughs and pulls away, turning his attention back to the screen, but keeping his arm still wrapped around you. “I’m done, I promise.”
He misses the slight drop in your expression, but you quickly fix your face before looking back at the tv as well.
As the week goes on, you try to focus on more important things, but as Friday continues to get closer, your hope continues to diminish. You and Bucky continue to text normally throughout the week, but when Thursday afternoon comes Bucky calls you to let you know that he’ll be going on a mission the next day. On Valentine’s Day.
“I’m sorry it’s such short notice, doll, but Steve needs me,” you hear Bucky softly tell you through the phone. You’re sitting on a chair in front of your window watching people pass by with Bucky on speaker.
“Oh, no it’s okay, I understand,” you say, trying to keep the disappointment out of your voice. “How long will you be gone?”
There’s a moment of silence on the other end, before Bucky speaks, “A couple of weeks.”
Weeks?
Your heart drops at his answer and you feel your throat start to tighten. You quickly mute yourself to clear the tears from your throat, before unmuting.
“Are you sure it’s okay?” he asks, noticing your delayed response.
“Yeah, why wouldn’t it be? There’s people out there that need you,” you speak up.
You catch sight of your neighbor’s boyfriend walking up to her house with a bouquet of flowers in his hand. You momentarily forget you’re on the phone and unintentionally let out a frustrated sigh at the sight, catching Bucky’s attention.
“Listen, I can probably get out of it. I’m sure Steve doesn’t need me that bad, there’s a whole team of people that are available to help out.”
A sad laugh leaves you. “Bucky it’s fine, I promise. He’s your best friend and he specifically asked you because he wants you, so go.”
“If you insist,” you hear Bucky sigh “I know you’re upset, though, so I promise to make it up to you when I get back, okay?”
That makes you crack a smile. “Okay.”
When the next day rolls around, you take your time getting out of bed. Unfortunately, you had the day off today, which of course you would’ve been happy about under different circumstances.
You decide to keep yourself busy and do some chores to pass time, but by the time you’re done cleaning every crevice and doing laundry, it’s only four in the afternoon.
At some point, Wanda calls to check up on you and asks if you wanted her and Vision to come over and have dinner with you. Vision was planning on cooking for just the two of them, but he told you he had no problem making more. Although the two of them both repeatedly insisted they didn’t mind making the drive to your place, you declined.
It felt wrong to intrude on a special night like tonight.
After telling Wanda and Vision that you would just order in, the two of you finally end the call.
You weren’t currently that hungry so you decided to just order something later. You make yourself comfortable on the couch and decide to put on a tv show you’ve been wanting to watch.
A couple episodes later, you finally start to get hungry, and right when you’re about to place an order, your doorbell rings. You shake your head thinking it was just Vision and Wanda coming to share their food, but as you look through the peephole to see Bucky standing outside holding a bouquet of flowers and a stuffed animal you had been wanting, your heart drops along with your jaw.
You look down at your outfit and contemplate quickly changing, but decide against it.
“Wh-what are you doing here? I thought you had to go on a mission?” you ask when you open the door.
“Surprise!” Bucky greets you with a bright smile. He leans in to give you a kiss, before whispering, “Happy Valentine's Day, sweetheart.”
Bucky can see that you’re still shocked and at a loss for words, so he just laughs as he pushes past you and makes his way inside. You close the door behind him and watch as he makes his way into the kitchen and lays the flowers on the counter along with the stuffed animal.
“As much as I’m happy that you’re here, why are you here?” your eyebrows are furrowed as you lean against the counter, your arms folded across your chest.
Bucky sends you a smirk as he quickly puts the flowers in water before making his way over to you. He places his hands on your waist as closes the distance between you two.
“You didn’t really think that I’d miss our first Valentine’s Day together, did you?”
“I didn’t even think you remembered, I mean you haven’t said anything about it all week,” you tell him.
“Yeah, Wanda told me you were a little upset,” Bucky mentions and your eyes widen.
“What a traitor, she wasn’t supposed to say anything,” you say slightly embarrassed as you look off to the side. Then a thought hits you, and you look back at him. “Wait, did you just come here because of what Wanda told you?”
“No, I was already planning on coming here tonight.”
“But what about your mission?” you ask, still confused.
Bucky smiles. “There never was a mission, doll. I made it up because I wanted to surprise you. You really thought I would spend today with Steve instead of you?”
“...Well, he is your best friend.”
“That’s true,” Bucky nods, grabbing your hands in his and placing kisses on your knuckles, “but, you’re my best girl,” he whispers as he looks into your eyes, causing butterflies in your stomach and your face to heat up.
What were you upset about again?
A chuckle leaves Bucky as he watches you shyly smile as you look away.
“You could’ve at least said something this whole week,” you tell him.
“I know, I know,” he admits, “but I was trying to get everything together.”
“Get what together?” you ask.
Bucky stays silent for a moment as if trying to find the right words to say. Then he says, “I want you to move in with me.”
Your eyes widen and your breath hitches as you stare back at him. “What?”
Maybe you inhaled too many chemicals while cleaning.
“I want you to move in with me,” Bucky repeats. “I know we’ve been dating for less than a year and I completely understand if this is too fast for you, but there’s plenty of room for you at my place and I would be much happier if I was able to have you next to me when I wake up every morning.”
Oh.
You blink.
“You’re serious?” you ask, even though there's no indication on his face to tell you he’s lying.
Bucky lets go of your hands to place his on either side of your face. “Completely. Like I said, you’re my best girl.” He watches a smile slowly form on your lips. “So, what do you say?”
“Yes,” you say, and Bucky’s grin grows wider, but you hold your hand up. “Don’t start smiling yet, I wasn’t finished.”
Bucky quickly fixes his face and tries to suppress his excitement. “Of course, continue.”
“I say yes, only if you agree to never pull anything like this ever again.”
“Ever?” Bucky repeats, raising an eyebrow.
“Bucky!” you playfully hit his chest.
“I’m just kidding,” he laughs, leaning in to kiss you. Then he pulls away just enough to murmur against your lips, “I’ll just wait until you forget.”
a/n - request: "Hi! Your fic Bloodlust (feyd) has me in SHAMBLES. 🥵😂 I’m so in love with it!!!!" - read the rest of the request here @mrs-hardy-hunnam-butler-pascalI . I got this request about 4 months ago, but I've just been so distracted with college that, as you can see, I've taken forever to get to it. I do want to be more active on tumblr, but I'm also writing a feature length screenplay on the side. As always, tysm for the love while I've been gone and your patience, and I hope you guys enjoy :)
“Which one do you suggest, my darling?” Feyd asks you, his bare back to you.
You look over at Feyd from your place on the bed, who stands in front of his walls of weapons. His fingers ghost over a few before glancing back at you, waiting for an answer. His injury from his fight is no longer leaking on his arm, but your red handprints are still very much visible on his body.
You know he means to use one of the weapons on you, but hearing him say those words out loud made your throat dry and heat drip from your opening. You feel your walls clench around nothing at what’s to come. “For what?” you innocently ask.
Feyd doesn’t take his eyes off of the wall when he answers, “You know exactly what I mean.”
You hate the fact that this situation is turning you on, when it should be doing the exact opposite. Turning on your side, you point towards a weapon. “How about that one right there?”
Feyd turns his head to look at you, and then follows to where your finger is pointing – the smallest knife on the wall. It honestly looks kind of pathetic next to the others. He smirks to himself already knowing you would choose something like that. “Are you sure? That one’s kind of tiny, don’t you think something more commanding would be more fitting for a woman such as yourself?”
“Big things come in small packages,” you tell him, giving him a small shrug.
You know Feyd’s extremely skilled with almost any weapon in existence, and you trust him enough to know that he wouldn’t hurt you on purpose, but that still doesn’t stop the fact that he’ll be putting an actual blade to your skin.
Feyd’s eyes linger on you for a second, before breathing out a small laugh and removing the tiny knife from its place on the wall. The knife is barely longer than the distance from his wrist to the tips of his fingers, but it’s still sharp and intimidating. He rotates it in his hand, watching in excitement the light catch it, before turning away from the wall.
You feel your heartbeat speed up as Feyd walks towards the bed, his strides slow on purpose as he continues to rotate the knife in his hand. Your gown is gone, but your body still feels hot. He stops right in front of the bed and looks down at you, his smirk never faltering.
Feyd lets out a small hum as his eyes travel up and down your bare body, your soaked panties being the only thing giving you some sort of coverage as they cling to your opening. You would be lying if everything pooling in your panties was from your previous orgasm.
You shift a little as he stares at you, starting to feel uncomfortable. His smirk widens as he notices your movement. He knows how much you hate his intense gaze – that is when it’s on you. You enjoy watching Feyd stare down his opponent in the arena.
“Should I clean myself up for the lady before we get started?” Feyd questions, referring to the blood stains on his bare torso.
“No,” you don’t hesitate, but watching Feyd’s expression makes you regret how eager you just sounded.
Feyd’s eyebrows raise in amusement. “Well, look at you. You’re changing, my love, and I’m enjoying every second.”
“You’re a bad influence,” you tell him, to which he nods in agreement.
He only admires you for a moment longer before sinking to his knees in front of the bed. You let out a small squeal as he grabs you by the ankles and pulls you towards his face, your legs now dangling off of the edge of the bed. You push yourself up onto your elbows to keep him in view.
Feyd’s smirk seems to turn sinister as he’s now face to face with your covered cunt, his eyes mimic the shade they turn when he’s in the arena. You begin to feel like his prey. Feyd’s mouth waters at the fact that your wetness has made your panties almost transparent, allowing him to see the outline of you and your sweetness pooling at your entrance.
A gasp leaves your lips as Feyd lays the flat side of the blade on the skin of your leg, gently tracing up to your thigh and then to the edge of your panties. Goosebumps form on your skin at the feeling of the cold metal floating across you.
You watch as Feyd carefully places the blade over you through your panties, making your body slightly jump as you feel everything through the thin fabric. Your body feels as if it’s buzzing, and Feyd’s just getting started.
Feyd tears his eyes away from between your legs to look you in the eyes, giving you a questioning look as he looks for any sign of you wanting him to stop. When Feyd doesn’t see anything, he continues his movements.
Given the extreme sharpness of the tiny weapon, it only takes a small press for your panties to begin tearing. Once the fabric has been rendered useless, Feyd tosses it aside and moves his face closer to your cunt, enjoying the way your hole winks at him.
His eyes close as he breathes in your scent, a pleased sound leaving him as he smirks. Your hips jerk as he places a thumb on your clit and begins to rub tiny circles into you, before running his thumb up and down your slit. Your eyes close and your head tips back at the feeling.
“Looks like I already prepped you well,” Feyd says, mainly to himself as he watches his thumb move along your folds with satisfaction. A clicking sound forms from your wetness being spread around.
He quickly dips the tip of his thumb into your opening before pulling it back out and going back up to give attention to your clit. A small whimper leaves your lips as your back hits the bed, no longer having the strength to hold yourself up. Your limbs already feel weak.
You suddenly feel something stiffer and harder touch your clit. You glance down to see Feyd rubbing the tip of the knife’s handle into you. Your mouth falls open as your hips subconsciously begin to move.
Feyd then slides the handle of the knife through your folds, spreading your lubricant around the handle. He clenches his jaw as he feels himself grow hard from the sight before him and the sounds of your pants growing louder in his ears.
Once the handle seems to be coated enough, he dips it further down for it to prod at your entrance. Your hands grip the bed sheets in anticipation at what’s to come, nerves flooding your stomach as your heart continues its fast pace.
“Just do it al-,” you begin to say, but cut yourself as you feel Feyd apply more pressure and push the handle into your welcoming opening. A gasp leaves your lips at the off yet enjoyable feeling of the ridges along the handle rubbing along your inner walls. Your head falls back against the bed as Feyd pushes and pulls.
The grasp Feyd has on the actual blade is not too tight, but the blade’s edges are still digging into his palm. Feyd lips part as he watches the handle repeatedly disappear inside of you, the corners of his mouth twitching. He quickly swallows when he feels his mouth start to water in hopes to keep himself under control.
“You’re such a pleasant sight, my love,” Feyd muses. “I could look at you all day.”
But when he says this, he never takes his eyes away from you dripping opening. The grip you have on the sheets tightens as you moan at his words
“Oh my god,” you mewl, your eyes rolling towards the back of your skull.
The sound of your slick grows louder the longer Feyd continues his motions – this just turns you on more. You can feel yourself dripping onto the fabric underneath your body. Your back arches as your hips move with Feyd’s hand. Everything is so lewd and unlike anything you’ve ever done.
“Feyd-,” you breathe out, accidentally cutting yourself off with a whimper. Your body is trembling and you can already feel yourself approaching the end.
“I know, I know,” Feyd coos, finally looking up at your blissed out expression. He smirks at the way the back of your head digs into the sheets, your eyes squeezed closed with pretty noise repeatedly leaving your lips. Feyd notices your squirming becoming more evident and does everything he knows to bring you to the edge.
He suddenly pulls the handle out of your cunt and tosses it aside on the bed, your walls desperately clamping around nothing at the sudden loss. Your eyes open in confusion as you tilt your head down at him. He doesn’t give you a chance to question him before he’s shoving two long fingers inside of you.
“Oh, yes. Yes, yes, yes!” you cry as Feyd curls his fingers along your sweet spot.
Feyd places his unoccupied hand on your stomach to pin your body to your bed and to give himself more leverage to roughly finger you.
“Come on,” Feyd grunts to himself.
It doesn’t take much longer for your climax to arrive, causing every inch of your body to feel tight and loose at the same time. Your mouth opens, but no sound comes out as your eyes widen and roll back.
“Fuck!” you pathetically sob out. The wet squelches of your cunt grow louder as Feyd’s fingers contine.
Your arousal comes out in spurts around his fingers – some landing along his palm and forearm while the rest pools onto the soaked sheets. Feyd tries to prolong your squirting as long as possible, his smirk never faltering as he uses more force to hold your body down. The crazed look on his face doesn’t go unnoticed by you, and you hate the warm feeling beginning to form again in your stomach.
You squeal as you blindly bring a hand between your legs, your thighs closing around his hand. This has no effect on Feyd at all. You choke and pant as you use your shaky hands to try and crawl away from the tortuous pleasure. A deep chuckle leaves Feyd’s chest as he allows you to pull away and watches as you push yourself back to the headboard.
Your chest heaves as you stare at the ceiling to help you collect yourself. This, though, causes you to miss the wonderful view of Feyd removing your juices from his fingers with his mouth. He groans as his lips surround his fingers and his tongue savors your flavor. Your sweet taste doesn’t help the thick bulge growing in his underwear, but Feyd finds the pain pleasurable.
“What a mess you’ve made,” Feyd muses.
The thin layer of sweat covering your body contributes nothing to how deliciously filthy you feel. A constant buzz is running through your limbs and your head feels light. Your eyes catch the sight of the abandoned knife a couple inches from your body – the wetness coating the handle can be easily seen.
You’re brought out of your little daze with the feeling of large hands wrapping around your ankles.
“Don’t tell me you’re tapping out already? You would think I’ve trained you better than that with the many nights we’ve shared,” Feyd’s tone is condescending as he talks, his expression smug.
Nothing comes to your mind that seems worth it to say, so you just stay silent and continue to try and catch your breath.
“Come on, my sweet, I know you have more in you,” Feyd purrs as he pulls you back down to the end of the bed.
Just as your heart rate was about to return back to normal, you feel it pick back up again at the meaning behind his words. Your legs feel limp, so it’s easy for Feyd to spread them apart and place his face between them, his eyes never leaving yours.
His warm breath tickles your sensitive opening, causing goosebumps to appear across your skin as you tremble in his hold. Feyd moves his attention to your messy folds, which take up his field of view in such a perfect way. He blows a puff of air onto your cunt and watches as your body jumps and your walls clench around nothing as your arousal continues to seep out.
You can help but let out a soft moan at the feeling.
Feyd sticks his tongue out to give you a small kitten lick before slipping his tongue back into his mouth. Your thighs go to close again, but Feyd keeps them apart with his hands. He tosses your legs over his shoulders to make sure your precious cunt is as close as possible to his face.
“Feyd, baby,” you softly whimper out as you look down at him.
“Will you let me have a taste? A powerful woman such as yourself deserves to be cleaned up,” Feyd teases as his eyes meet yours again, “Don’t you think?”
You let out a small whimper as Feyd begins to place light kisses on your trembling inner thighs. He doesn’t break eye contact as he waits for your answer.
“What do you say?” he questions, hovering his mouth over your drooling cunt.
“Yes, just do it,” you weakly breathe out.
Feyd barely lets you finish your sentence as he dives into your opening, swiping and licking up every bit of your arousal he can find. He begins to thrust his tongue in and out of your opening, making you whine. Despite your sensitivity, you buck your hips into his face, giving Feyd deeper access to you as he holds you tight against him.
Feyd groans against your folds, sending the vibrations through every nerve ending in your body. You choke on a moan as a gasp leaves your lips and your back begins to arch again. Feyd slips his tongue out to place it on your clit, wrapping his lips around your swollen bud and gently sucking before sliding back into you.
It doesn’t take long for you to be brought to the edge of your next orgasm with the way he’s messily lapping at your folds. He feels your thighs begin to shake even more and doesn’t get deterred when he feels you tighten them around his head.
Your body begins to thrash in his hold, but Feyd only tightens his hold on your body as he continues to shove his tongue in and out of you. When you feel Feyd move a hand and place his thumb on your clit, you immediately fall apart – repeatedly bucking your hips into his face as your hands scramble along the sheets to try and find something to grab ahold of.
Only when Feyd finally pulls his lips away from you is when your body relaxes in his grip. Feyd hums as he licks your juices from his lips, closing his eyes to savor the taste. You don’t get much time to calm down before Feyd is removing the rest of his clothing, situating his hips between your thighs, and letting his aching cock rest against your abdomen.
You feel yourself throb as you look down at his length on your abdomen, watching it twitch and the precum slowly leak from the tip.
“I hope you’re ready for another, darling. After all, I still haven’t had my release,” Feyd sends a fake pout your way. You want to roll your eyes at him, but you barely have energy left.
“Baby…I can’t,” you whine, and Feyd just shakes his head.
Feyd places a gentle hand against your cheek as places his forearms on either side of your head, trapping you with his arms. He moves his lips towards your ear to whisper, “You can, and you will. I believe in you.”
Your inner walls clench around nothing at his tone and the feeling of his warm breath tickling your neck. Feyd doesn’t give you a chance to say another word before lining himself up with your entrance, meeting no resistance from your soaked and welcoming opening.
The both of you share a moan as he pushes all the way in. Feyd leans his head onto your shoulder, needing a second to get control himself as he feels your tight, warm walls sucking him in. You can’t see the way his eyes roll to the back of his skull and his jaw clenches, before his hips begin to move against yours.
a/n - this is my first Kinktober as a writer, and I was gonna skip it bc of my schoolwork, but there's no way I'm gonna miss out. I haven't posted in a month and college is taking all of my energy with all the writing i'm doing. also disclaimer: I've never tried honey packets so idk if they actually work lol. thx for reading and I hope you enjoy :)
“You can’t say no without even seeing what it is first,” Boone smiles.
You, Boone, and Tyler were sitting in a booth at the bar, celebrating after a good day of chasing. Dani and Lily were off somewhere beating Dexter in darts. The bar is noisy and pretty crowded for somewhere so rural, but you got lucky and found a quiet booth in the corner.
“With you, yeah I can,” Tyler laughs, before taking a sip from the beer bottle and placing it back down.
“Just look at what it is before you make a decision,” Boone rolls his eyes. He reaches into his pocket to retrieve two small packets and places them on the table.
Your eyes widen. “Is that what I think it is?” you ask, leaning forward to get a better look.
“It sure is,” Boone nods. He smirks, folding his arms against his chest and leaning back into the booth.
Tyler looks between the two of you, confused, before asking, “Okay, what am I missing here?”
You look up at Tyler. “They’re uh…,” you begin, but trail off. You then look over at Boone, silently telling him to answer for you.
“They’re horny packets,” Boone smiles proudly.
“Honey packets,” you correct him, sending him a playful glare.
Boone waves you off. “Same thing.”
Tyler reaches the hand that wasn’t resting on the booth behind you to grab one of the packets. “And what exactly do these honey packets do?” Tyler questions, his eyebrows furrowed as he turns the packet over in his hand.
“Like I said, they make you horny. They’re like an aphrodisiac so they’re supposed to take everything to the next level. If you know what I mean,” Boone wiggles his eyebrows.
“Oh, come on,” Tyler looks at him in disgust, but you just laugh. If you hadn’t known Boone for almost as long as Tyler, you’d be disgusted too, but you’re used to his antics.
“What, man? I’m just keeping it real,” Boone raises his hands in surrender.
“And do they actually work?” you ask.
“Believe me, they work,” Boone gives you a look. You let out another laugh, and this time Boone joins you.
“What do we do with it?” Tyler asks, still eyeing the packet.
“Just take the packet and wait for everything to kick in,” Boone says, leaning back with his arms crossed over his chest.
Tyler squints. “Where the hell do you get these kinds of things from?” asks Tyler, not too surprised since Boone is always showing him something new.
“A magician never reveals his secret,” Boone playfully shrugs, causing Tyler to kick him under the table.
“Ow!” Boone leans down to rub his shin.
“You’ll be okay,” Tyler tells him, a small smile forming on his lips.
“Do you guys want these or not? There’s no need to harass me,” Boone looks between you and Tyler. You look up at Tyler, and he looks back at you with his eyebrows raised.
“Your choice,” Tyler shrugs.
You contemplate for a moment, before nodding and looking over at Boone. “We’ll do it.”
“Alright!” Boone claps his hand.
Ten minutes later, the packets are in your system, and you and Tyler decide to call it a night. Tyler heads to the bar to pay his tab and you follow behind him. You normally don’t like to hover, but the bartender has been making eyes at him all night.
“Gone so soon?” the bartender asks with a tempting smile and a tilt of her head, a cowboy hat placed on top.
“Yes, ma’am,” Tyler nods, giving her a kind smile as he hands her his card. You watch her return the smile before heading off to close his tab.
When Tyler turns his head to look at you, you give him a smile. Tyler knows it’s a fake one which is why he sends you a smirk before wrapping his arm around your shoulders.
“Well, I sure do hope I see you back in here soon,” the bartender says as she comes back to hand him his card and receipt, leaning against the counter to show off her breasts in the process. You turn your head so she doesn’t see you roll your eyes. This also makes you miss her eyeing Tyler’s arm around you.
Tyler gives her a quick thank you before walking off with you under his arm. You run into Lily right in front of the entrance who looks disappointed when she sees you and Tyler leaving.
“Already?” Lily pouts. “You’re really going to leave me here with the others?”
“It’s nothing you can’t handle,” you laugh at her reaction, quickly leaning in to give her a hug.
“Tell the others we said goodnight, will you,” Tyler tells her. She nods before telling you and Tyler goodnight and walking away.
“Where are you two lovebirds going?” you hear Boone call from behind you, as you and Tyler walk to his truck.
“It’s late, Boone,” Tyler calls back, not turning to look back at him.
“Is that the only reason?” you hear Boone’s voice coming closer as Tyler opens his passenger door for you to enter. You can hear the suggestiveness in his tone.
“Goodnight, Boone,” Tyler rolls his eyes, as he watches you get in.
“Alright, alright, you don’t have to tell me about your private life,” Boone says, a smile evident in his voice.
You stick your head back out to see Boone laughing. You let out a giggle as you call out, “Goodnight!”
Tyler playfully shoves your head back into the truck, before closing the door and walking around to the drivers side.
“Don’t make me run you over,” you hear Tyler tell Boone, before he opens the door and climbs in beside you. Boone sends you a wave, before heading back inside the bar while Tyler pulls out of the parking lot.
“Was that jealousy I saw back there?” Tyler asks you as he starts the drive back home.
“What?” you innocently ask as you look out the window at the land zooming by, the sun almost completely set.
“Oh, okay you want me to say it,” he teases, but you don’t turn your head.
“Still don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Well then, you wouldn’t mind if I turned this truck around and reopened my tab with that flirty bartender then would you?”
That makes you turn your head. “I dare you, Owens.”
“So you do know what I’m talking about,” Tyler quickly glances over at you with his eyebrows raised and a playful smile on your lips, before turning his attention back to the road. He has one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the center console, your favorite position. Although, it seems even more attractive at the moment for some reason.
There’s no way those packets actually work.
“Just keep driving,” you mumble, crossing your arms and looking away again in the process.
Tyler chuckles as he moves the hand on the center console onto your thigh, giving it a small squeeze. You feel warmth spread through your bottom half at the action.
Yeah, there’s no way.
“No need to get embarrassed, sweetheart. You know I love when you act like that.”
Little did you know, Tyler was feeling odd too.
When Tyler pulls in front of the house, you wait for him to open your door as always. You begin making your way to the front door, but Tyler grabs your hand and pulls you back, causing your bag to collide with the truck door. Tyler takes a step closer to you, pressing his body against yours.
“What, no thank you?” he asks, raising a playful eyebrow.
“Like you deserve it,” you joke and make a move to pull away from him, but he doesn’t let you budge.
“Is that so?” he questions as he nudges his face into your neck. You let out a squeal as you begin feeling his fingers dig into your sides.
“Don’t you dare tickle me,” you laugh as you try to move his hands away from you.
“Why not?” he asks, his breath tickles your neck as he laughs. His fingers begin to move again.
“Tyler!” you jump. Tyler laughs again.
You place your hands onto his chest and somehow manage to pry yourself out of his hands. “Behave yourself,” you laugh.
“Sorry, darling, I wish I could,” Tyler tells as he pulls you away and gives you a look.
“What do you mean?” you ask. Tyler doesn’t answer, he just quickly looks down before looking back at you, silently telling you.
“Really?” you raise your eyebrows.
“What, you’re telling me you don’t feel anything?” he asks.
Now it’s your turn to be silent. You feel your face heat up as you avoid his gaze and look past him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you shrug, folding your arms across your chest. Tyler moves his head into your line of sight, giving you a look that says he knows you’re full of shit. “Okay, fine. I do. I just didn’t expect it to…y’know…actually work.”
“Neither did I, but look at us now,” Tyler says.
“What do you mean ‘us’?” you furrow your eyebrows, looking down at the bulge in his pants before looking back into his eyes. You let out a small laugh. “Seems like you have a bigger problem than me pal. No pun intended of course.”
“Ha ha, you’re so funny,” Tyler playfully rolls his eyes before tightening his grip on you. “I’m not sure why you’re laughing, though, you’re the one that’s going to help me fix this.”
“No self control, huh?” you tease, and Tyler glares down at you. “Relax, it’ll wear off soon.”
It did not wear off anytime soon.
Tyler followed you around like a lost puppy as you moved about the house. Inside the bedroom right when you were just feeling like you could control the overwhelming feeling in your lower half, Tyler came up behind you in the bathroom.
His eyes meet yours as he wraps his arms around you and presses his front against your back, trapping you between him and the bathroom sink. The bulge in his jeans pressed against your backside, making you throb.
“How about we just cut to the chase and get this over with, huh?” Tyler whispers into your ear, his eyes never leaving yours. You can’t help but lean into his touch and subconsciously tilt your head to give him more access to your neck.
“We have to get up early in the morning. We’re meeting with everyone to discuss the potential storms, remember?” you try to remind him.
“They can just fill us in after,” Tyler mumbles as he begins to place soft kisses on your favorite area on your neck, right below your ear.
He notices the goosebumps forming on your arms as his fingers run up and down them. You feel the small smirk forming on his lips as he continues his trail of kisses on your neck. You allow your eyes to close for a moment, enjoying the sensations, before opening them and meeting his eyes through the mirror once again.
“It’s not the same, and you know it,” you tell him, your resolve quickly diminishing.
“Come on, sweetheart. You want this just as much as I do,” says Tyler.
“I don’t know,” you pretend to contemplate, “I think I’ll be okay.”
Tyler doesn’t respond. Instead, he raises a daring eyebrow at you, not believing you for a second. He knows you like the back of his hand. You just give him an innocent smile in return.
You then begin to feel Tyler’s hands abandon your arms and land on your waist, one of them traveling further south. His fingers make their way to the waistband of the jeans you have yet to take off. Your smile fathers and your breath hitches at the ticklish feeling. His movements are purposely slow, wanting you to crack as soon as possible.
Tyler lifts his head from your neck, so he gets a good look at your face when he asks:
“So you’re saying if I move my hand a little further down, I won’t feel your wetness soaking those pretty little panties of yours?” Tyler questions. His bold wording catches you off guard, making you shift slightly in his hold, your throat starting to feel dry. “What? Nothing to say?”
“Why don’t you find out?” you quip, somehow finding your voice again.
Tyler gives you a knowing smile before swiftly unbuttoning your jeans and moving his hand inside, his other hand still firm on your waist. You look down and watch as he wastes no time and dips his hand into your panties, quickly bumping into your clit, making you jump.
Tyler breathes out a laugh before continuing and easily finding the wetness he already knew was there. He runs a finger through your sticky folds, his hand trapped between your ruined panties and your pussy.
Your hands instinctively grab onto his forearms. A small moan escapes your lips as you try to keep your hips from bucking into his hand.
“Well, what do we have here?” Tyler smirks. “Just as I thought, she’s eager for me.”
You hate the fact that you love when Tyler refers to your pussy as a she.
Tyler moves his finger back up to your clit, rubbing gentle circles into the bud. You both know it’s not enough to get you off, but it’s enough to turn you on more – and it does. You let your head fall against his chest as your hands tighten on his arms. Tyler moves his head back into your neck, hovering his lips right over your ear.
“All you had to do was say something, baby. Y’know I always take care of you,” he whispers into your ear, his tone condescending.
He suddenly adds a bit more pressure to clit, causing your hips to involuntarily buck into his hand. You can feel your legs beginning to shake, the honey packet causing you to be sensitive. You bite your lip to keep the sounds rising in your throat at bay. His unoccupied hand leaves your hip and moves to your waist, keeping you against him.
“Don’t be like that, there’s no need to keep those pretty little noises away from me. All you have to do is admit that this is what you wanted this whole time and I’ll give you what you want.”
You send Tyler a glare through the mirror, causing him to chuckle, the rumble in his chest vibrating through your body. You really don’t want to give in that easily, even though your body is saying otherwise.
Tyler starts kissing behind your ear again. “You know you want to.”
Tyler removes some of the pressure on your clit, his movements turning gentle – which is the exact opposite of what you need right now.
“Fuck, okay. Fine,” you breathe out.
“Okay what?” Tyler smirks, pretending to be confused.
“Fuck you,” you tell him through gritted teeth.
Tyler’s voice drops an octave. “Oh, darling, I will. As soon as you tell me what I want to hear.”
Your body betrays you, allowing a shiver to run through you.
“This is what I wanted,” you mumble.
“Sorry, what was that?” Tyler asks.
“This is what I wanted!” you repeat louder this time.
“I don’t like the attitude in your voice, but I’ll let it slide,” Tyler tells you.
He pulls away and removes his hands from your panties, sticking the wet fingers into his mouth. You slightly frown at the loss of his touch, your body suddenly feeling cold.
“Let’s get started then,” he gives you his charming smile, which at the moment makes you want to slap him, before bending and lifting you into his arms. You let out a small yelp as your feet leave the ground.
He carries you into the bedroom and tosses you onto the bed. The two of you can’t seem to undress fast enough, tugging and tossing articles of clothing here and there. You’re pretty sure he tossed his shirt perfectly into the hamper in the far corner of the room, but at the moment you don’t care.
Tyler moves to hover his naked body over you, quickly attaching his lips to yours. It’s rough and needy, neither of you wanting to pull away for air. Both of you are panting. He shoves his tongue through your lips, haphazardly moving around your mouth.
You pull away just a tad to wrap your lips around his tongue, gently sucking. Tyler’s hardened cock twitches against your abdomen as he breathes out a moan. Your lips curve into a smile at the noise. His hips begin to grind against yours, allowing you to feel the precum dripping from his slit onto your abdomen.
Tyler pulls away and moves his lips to your collarbone. He begins a trail of kisses, going through the valley between your breasts, stopping to give each nipple some love, before continuing on his way. Your back arches into his touch and you feel yourself throb as heat blooms in your stomach.
He goes all the way down your body, pulling your legs down with him as he kneels in front of the bed, coming face to face with your center. He grunts as he gives his poor, leaking cock a few tugs.
“Y’know, we could’ve been doing this 20 minutes ago, but you wanted to play games,” Tyler tells you, his breath hitting your exposed pussy as he speaks.
You go to rebuttal, but words instantly leave your mouth as Tyler runs a finger through your dripping folds, then spreads your lips apart for better access. A whine leaves your lips instead as your hips buck towards his face. He gently blows air onto your sensitive pussy, causing you to involuntarily clench around nothing and your body to jerk. Tyler notices and smiles to himself at the sight, deciding to do it once more for the hell of it. Your body jerks again.
“Look who’s playing games now,” you point out, holding your body up with your elbows in order to get a good view of him. Your expression is mixed with frustration and desperation.
Tyler chuckles, his eyes never leaving your pussy. “Not for long.”
With that, he dives into you, dragging his tongue through your lips. He quickly dips the tip of his tongue inside of you before pulling back out and attaching his lips to your clit. Your fingers dig into the blanket beneath you, your mouth falling open in a gasp as his tongue flicks against the sensitive bud. Tyler’s grip on you tightens when he feels your hips buck into his face once again.
Your head tilts back in pleasure as he continues his movements. Feeling your arms about to give out, you let your back sink into the mattress and allow your eyes to close. He can’t help but grind his hips against the bed, needing something to alleviate the overwhelming pressure running through his cock.
Tyler pushes his face further into you as he feels his own orgasm quickly approaching. He moans into your pussy and continues to grind his hips against the bed. Your thighs tighten around his head and your legs tremble a little as you feel the vibrations from his body travel through yours.
He knows he’s not going to last long, but he doesn’t try to stop himself. His cum spurts out and onto the side of the bed, dripping onto the floor beneath him. His fingers tighten on your thighs as he finishes, his cock barely softening.
His climax remains unknown to you, too lost in the depths of pleasure. After a couple more minutes of your whining and your hips grinding into his face, he decides to give you what you want. He slides one of his hands down and pushes a finger into you all the way to the knuckle, meeting no resistance from your welcoming body.
“Fuck,” you breathe out, your back arching.
Tyler continues to thrust his finger into, feeling your slick coat his finger, making it even easier for him to move. You feel a slight stretch as he adds another finger to the mix, plunging his fingers deep inside of you. You reach a hand down and allow your fingers to tangle in his hair. Tyler hums out a moan when you give his scalp a small tug.
When Tyler notices your orgasm approaching, he quickens the pace of his fingers. The change of pace allows you to hear just how drenched you really are. The sound of your wet squelching echoes through your ears as he curls his fingers and finds your sweet spot.
“Oh god,” you whimper, your back going into a deep arch.
Tyler releases your clit from his lips and replaces them with the thumb from his unoccupied hand. His lips glisten from your arousal as he rubs tight circles into you in time with the rhythm of his fingers in your tight walls. He glances up at your face and smirks at the reaction he’s able to pull from you.
Tyler feels your walls beginning to clench repeatedly around his fingers, signaling your orgasm. His fingers speed up inside you even more, constantly hitting that spot that makes your toes curl.
You feel that final wave of intense pleasure run through you, your mouth opening in a silent moan as you come undone. His fingers don’t slow down, though, he continues the movement until he sees that clear liquid gush out of you. It soaks his fingers even more, dripping down his arm and some hits him in the chest.
“There you go,” Tyler mumbles, keeping his eyes on your gushing pussy.
You cry out as you feel yourself squirt, the liquid running your thighs and onto the blanket beneath you. When you notice him not letting up on his thrusts, you let out a squeal and try to pull away.
“Ty! Baby!” you wail, immediately feeling yourself being thrown into another orgasm. Tyler chuckles as he watches you squirm.
When that second orgasm arrives, it hits much harder than the first one, making your body clamp up as you feel yourself squirt once more. Tears begin to form in your waterline from the overstimulation.
“S-shit,” you stammer. Your voice is high pitched and much weaker than it was a few seconds ago.
Tyler smiles proudly at his work and decides to pull his fingers out. His cock jumps as he looks down at his body covered in your arousal.
You try to catch your breath as you slowly climb backwards towards the headboard, your thighs still twitching.
“What’s wrong, darling? Where are you going?” Tyler innocently asks as he climbs up onto the bed. His voice is deep and raspy as he speaks, the way it always gets at a time like this. He grabs you by your ankles and pulls you back down a couple of inches as he hovers over you.
“Y’know, I’m actually really glad Boone gave us those honey packets. What about you?” Tyler asks he situates himself between your thighs. He wraps his hand around his cock and begins to lightly stroke himself. He groans and tosses his head back for a second, a bit sensitive from his orgasm. He quickly returns his attention back to you.
Despite the two orgasms Tyler just ripped out of you, you feel yourself getting turned on again. You gulp as you watch the sight in front of you unfold, your mouth beginning to water.
Oh, no.
“Nothing to say?” he smirks and begins to run his cock through your sore folds.
You tremble as he moves against you, not being able to stop yourself from moving your hips along with his motions.
“Who knew they actually worked?” you try to laugh, but immediately get cut off by Tyler sliding into you. He moves to wrap his arms around you, holding you close and caging you in between him and the mattress.
Your mouth falls open and your eyes widen. Your lip quivers and your eyes flutter close at the stretch of him pushing until the hilt.
“Fuck,” Tyler rasps at the feeling of your warm walls contracting around him. He clenches his jaw as a chill runs through his body, needing to close his eyes to gather himself. “Oh, sweetheart, you don’t know how good you feel.”
All you can do is whimper in response. You open your eyes to meet him already looking back down at you. His lips have transformed back into the irritating smirk.
Looks like you’re going to be stuck here for a while, might as well get comfortable.
a/n - request: “i don’t know if you’re taking request but what about the reader & austin moving into their first house together? reader is so hellbent on unpacking and getting everything out together but someone has other ideas” - this was such a good idea tysm! i hope you all enjoy :)
“Where do you plan on putting these?” Austin asks, looking over at you with a handful of your knick-knacks in his hands.
“I’m not sure yet, I’ll figure it out later,” you respond as you go to open up another box.
You still can’t process the fact that you’re actually moving in with him — that the two of you are owning a home together. The two of you have been dating for about a year and a half, and it was Austin’s idea that you move in with him.
He had just come back home after one of his meetings, and he had found you standing in his walk-in closet trying to figure out how to organize it. He didn’t even say ‘hi’ to you, he just blurted out the question, causing you to turn around and give him a speechless look.
You were iffy at first because you’ve never lived with someone else after you moved out of your parent’s house – you’ve never even had a roommate so you wondered how it would be to go back to no longer living alone. You also wondered if the two of you were moving too fast. You were both adults and had been dating for long enough without too many problems, so it makes sense that Austin would want to take the next step.
But, that would mean moving into a large home in the hills of LA, where a lot of other celebrities and influencers lived. Did you belong in an area like that? Did you even deserve to live in such a nice part of LA just because you were dating a famous person, even though you yourself weren't rich or famous?
What if the two of you just happened to break up and you no longer had a place to stay?
Austin had seen the panic in your face and was quick to reassure you that you didn’t have to give him an answer right that moment. That you could take all the time that you needed and he would be patiently waiting for your answer.
How could you say no to a face like that, though?
You don’t say no, which is why you didn’t.
“And this?” Austin raises an eyebrow at you, holding in a laugh as he holds up one of the stuffed animals you packed.
You playfully roll your eyes before grabbing a pillow from his bed and throwing it at his head. Austin dodges it, though, using the stuffed animal as a shield.
“Put him down,” you laugh.
“Him?” He gives you a look. “Your stuffed animal is a ‘him’?”
You continue to laugh as you walk towards him and snatch the plushie out of his hand. “Why are you jealous?” you joke.
“Of course not, there’s nothing to be jealous of,” Austin snickers and goes to bend down to retrieve something else out of a box, but stops when he sees you toss the stuffed animal onto his bed. “What are you doing?”
“He needs a place to stay too,” you giggle as you walk into the closest to begin putting some of your clothes away.
“And he’ll find one, just not here,” you hear his voice say from behind you, but you continue your task.
You manage to fill up the majority of your side of the closest before deciding to take a break and move onto something else. Walking out, you expect to see the bedroom with more decoration, but instead all you see is Austin on the floor, going through your box of books.
“Have you done anything in the past 45 minutes?” You ask, your hands on your hips.
“Of course I have. I’ve managed to read one page from almost all of these,” he answers, motioning to the box in front of him, “and I gotta say, some of these are a little spicy. No wonder you’re always reading.”
Your eyes widen as you quickly take the book in his hands away from him, put it inside the box with the rest, and move the box out into the hallway. You’re an adult and you're allowed to read whatever you want, but that doesn’t stop you from feeling embarrassed because some of the books are really dirty.
Austin chuckles as he watches you. “You know, sweetheart, you don’t need any of these books as your source of pleasure, that’s what I’m here for.”
“That’s not what I use them for,” you mumble as you step back into the room.
“Oh, really?” Austin raises an eyebrow at you, and you roll your eyes.
“Y’know, while you’re so focused on me, you could use some of that energy to actually get some of these boxes empty,” you huff, standing above another full box of items.
“But I’m supposed to be focused on you, am I not?” Austin asks, tilting his head in full confusion.
“Ha ha, you’re so funny,” you tell him.
“Alright, alright. What do you want me to do?” Austin questions, standing up from his spot on the floor to look at the mess scattered around the bedroom floor.
“Stop taking breaks, and unpack,” you emphasize, shoving a box into Austin’s chest. He stumbles back, but takes the box from your hands.
You leave him in the bedroom, heading towards the kitchen for a change of scenery — and so you don’t strangle Austin.
The house is still pretty empty, except for some small things and decor. The rest of your furniture was supposed to arrive today, but everything got delayed. It had upset you at first, but hey, what can you do? Besides, this gives you a chance to fully admire the home before you completely make it yours.
You head into the kitchen to begin putting the dishware and kitchenware up where they belong. Surprisingly, the majority of it is Austin’s, given the fact he likes to cook, and you don’t really know how.
When you come across a mug Austin had bought you while he’s out of the country on a press tour, you can’t help but take a second to admire it.
You and him both know that you don’t really use them and that you just like to collect them because they look pretty.
Honestly, how did you ever get so lucky with a man like him? What did he see in you all those months ago when he had seen you on set? You were part of the crew, and that day Austin had been invited on set to meet the director. Of course, you thought he was cute, but you didn’t think anything could actually happen between the two of you – which is why Austin made the first move instead of you.
You’re so lost in thought that you don’t hear Austin’s footsteps enter the kitchen. You feel him come up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder.
“You told me to stop taking breaks, but look at you. You’re in here daydreaming,” Austin says.
“I get to because I’m actually doing my job and putting things away,” you tell him.
“Hey, I did put some things away,” Austin feigns hurt. “What were you thinking about?”
“Nothing,” you shrug, placing the mug into the cabinet with the rest of the cups.
“Okay, let’s try again, but this time you actually tell me the truth?”
“Austin…” you sigh. You’re not really in the mood to pour out your feelings.
“No, don’t ‘Austin” me. Tell me,” he insists, giving you a light squeeze as encouragement. You breathe out another sigh as you contemplate whether you should tell the truth or not. When you take too long to decide, you feel Austin remove his head from your shoulder and turn you around to face him. He raises an eyebrow at you, waiting for you to continue.
You just decide to say, “I’m just in my head is all.”
That’s all you needed to say for Austin to understand what you meant. “Sweetheart, I’ve already told you several times there’s no need to overthink.”
“I know, I know,” you nod.
“Do you?” Austin asks, dipping his head down so his eyes could meet yours.
“Yes, I do,” you reply, giving him a soft smile to try and reassure him.
“Okay…” Austin squints his eyes, not completely believing you, but he decides to move on. For now. Then he adds, “but just so you know I have no problem reassuring you.”
Your jaw drops as you hit him across the chest, causing him to smile. “And since we’re both doing such a good job with everything, I think we should take another break. I’m tired,” he continues.
You playfully scoff. “Of course you are. How about you go rest, while I continue,” you answer and go to move out of his grasp, but Austin just tightens his hold on your waist.
“Why don’t you join me?”
“Because I don’t want to.”
“Come on, baby,” Austin whines.
“No,” you laugh. You place your hands over his and try to pull them off of you, but again, no use.
“Okay, how about we do something else then?” Austin suggests, his voice getting lower as he begins to kiss the side of your neck.
“I thought you said you were tired,” you recall as you turn your head the best you can to get a good look at him.
“I am,” he tells you. You raise an eyebrow at him, already knowing he’s not finished. Austin then hovers his lips over the shell of your ear and whispers, “I’m tired of unpacking.”
You playfully shove him off of you, and this time he lets you. “Well, maybe if we get everything finished by the time the sun goes down, I’ll let you have what you want,” you offer, suppressing your smile as you move to the other side of the kitchen to tackle some of the boxes over there.
“Y’know that is a good idea, but I have a better one,” you hear Austin say behind you, before you feel him grab your arm and spin you back towards him. A surprised gasp leaves your lips along with a giggle as your chest collides with his. “How about I just have what I want now?”
Before you could get another word out, he picks you up and throws you over his shoulder, already making his way in the direction of the bedroom.
“Oh come on!” you shout as you're turned upside down. You don’t put up much of a fight, as you allow Austin to drag you away.
“What? I gotta reassure you that you’re what I want,” you hear him say.
Once inside the bedroom, Austin plops you down onto the bed. As you start to crawl back towards the headboard, he just pulls you back down by the ankle.
“You’re such a bad influence,” you point out, your tone light.
“And so are you,” Austin smirks as he begins to crawl over you.
Just as his lips are about to connect with yours, you place a finger on his lips as something out of the corner of your eye catches your attention.
“Austin?”
“Yeah?” his eyebrows scrunch in confusion.
“Why is my stuffed animal on the floor?”
“He wasn’t invited. That is unless you enjoy being watched, but I didn’t peg you for the type, baby,” he wiggles his eyebrows at you.
“Ew, quit it,” you lightly give his chest a shove.
“Wait a second, I didn’t hear you deny it,” Austin raises an eyebrow.
sneak peek at my kinktober day 1 piece for patrick currently in the works 🙂↕️🙂↕️ thank you for tagging me! @steph-speaks
pat furrows his brow, sucking on the lollipop as if soothing himself before leaning over and swiping a third of your pile of treats over to his side.
"that was a tax." he says, voice muffled as the berry flavored candy sticks to the inside of his cheek. you can already see it turning his mouth a dark shade of pink.
Thanks for the tag @frnchgirls! I'll share a line from the Johnny x photography student fic I'm writing:
The crisp noise of the shutter trapped him inside another unwelcome thought. You'd develop that film in your little dark room and scrutinize every flaw under the harsh judgement of a red light.
No pressure tag: @xxanaduwrites, @nerdy-novelist017, @mrs-hardy-hunnam-butler, @babotaee, @confessionbrain
i’ll share a line from a miss. honey x benny installment i’m working on. x
Welp – there was truly no turning back now. Your one minute time stamp was long gone. The tie, that you’d already regretted taking out of your hair, was haphazardly tossed on your vanity, and the searing porch light now burned you like a spot light. The show had begun, and boy were you sure giving your Benny a show.
;)
no pressure tags: @precious-little-scoundrel @austinbutlerslovers @youaintnothinbuta @ravenclawboyy
OMG 😭 tysm for the tag @xxanaduwrites …mine are all …Austin smut tho 🥹
I have…a lot but I’ll share the 3 finished that are TBA
Benny Cross Part 6 Finale
Scene: Benny +Johnny intimate talk
You and Benny sit on chairs, leaning against each other as you gaze at the warm fire. He trails his fingers along your hand in a tender gesture that makes you smile. When he steals occasional glances at you, his eyes brimming with love, it deepens your smile even more.
Across the fire, Johnny watches the two of you from his seat. Betty is perched comfortably on his lap. His gaze is on Benny, distracted from Zipco’s animated storytelling, his mind drifting to a decision he made long ago that needs to be addressed tonight.
Benny Cross One Shot: Until the Bed breaks
A fight with Benny always turns into a rough fuck
You never even notice when he starts getting closer, not until his hand is on the back of your neck-thumb on your cheek, pulling you in for a passionate, searing kiss. The fight is still pulsing between you, breaths already short and ragged, and the kiss is all tongue and teeth, a clash of desire and lingering anger.
Clothes are pulled and pushed off in a frenzy, both of you too caught up in the moment to care where they land. The room is filled with the sounds of fabric tearing, buttons popping, and the raw, heavy breathing of two people who can't get close enough, fast enough.
One Night in Budapest
Scene: Austin, spotted by reader in Hungary where he’s filming Dune part two
As you look over the menu, you glance up and notice a familiar face, Austin Butler, the actor, is deep in conversation with another guest. His presence is magnetic, and it’s hard not to steal glances. He’s covered almost head to toe in a makeshift disguise: a trench coat, a hoodie, and a brimmed hat. But his gorgeous blue eyes are unmistakable. They shine with an intensity and depth that seem to draw you in, even from across the room.
His disguise might hide him from most, but you recognize him instantly. The way he moves, the subtle confidence in his gestures, and the warmth in his laugh are all unmistakable. He seems relaxed and easygoing, exuding a casual charm despite the efforts to stay incognito.
Here’s some lines from an Austin request I’m working on :)
“Put him down,” you laugh.
“Him?” He gives you a look. “You’re stuffed animal is a ‘him’?”
You continue to laugh as you walk towards him and snatch the plushie out of his hand. “Why are you jealous?” you joke.
“Of course not, there’s nothing to be jealous of,” Austin snickers and goes to bend down to retrieve something else out of a box, but stops when he sees you toss the stuffed animal onto his bed. “What are you doing?”
no pressure tags : @ddejavvu @seresinhangmanjake @sansaorgana @cowboybeepboop @missjadesfics @austinbutlermischief
