#and also i do just forget about him! i finally added him to my party at one point and he had 24 points to spend...

[stop-breaking-my-heart-dragonage]

Me, when Sebastian joins my party for the first time: Okay, this time I'm not going to forget about you, Sebastian. I'm going to make an effort to use you a lot this playthrough so I can better understand you.

Also me, immediately forgetting about Sebastian while finishing Act 2 and making it halfway through Act 3 before I finally notice his Faith quest: ......................Oh. Right. My bad.

[keeryhours]

teen pregnancy series - steve harrington part 1

Steve Harrington x female! reader

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Summary:

You find yourself pregnant with your best friend Nancy’s boyfriend’s baby after a drunken mistake.

Part 2

Warnings:

Smut (18+), unprotected p in v, oral sex (f receiving), pregnancy, angst, sort of cheating but not really

Word Count: 11.7k

A/N:

I have worked SO HARD on this fic y’all. I really wanted to post the whole thing (27k words) but tumblr wouldn’t let me. So here we have part 1! Part 2 will be out tomorrow! I also want to give a big shoutout to my bestie @punkrockmlchael for the banner and for my friends and beta readers @glassbxttless @lesservillain @fizzing-imagines @the-witty-pen-name!

‘King’ Steve Harrington never paid any attention to you until he started dating your best friend, Nancy Wheeler. It had been a surprise when he asked her out - you, Nancy, and Barb had been quiet and stayed off to yourselves. You were a tight knit friend group, but certainly not popular. So when Steve asked Nancy out, you and Barb had been skeptical.

“Are you sure he has the best intentions?” Barb asked. “Because it’s Steve Harrington. He goes through girls like crazy.”

“Agreed,” you added. “I’m suspicious.”

“Guys, he’s actually really nice!” Nancy always defended him. “And it’s not even that serious. We just made out once…or twice.”

You and Barb exchanged a look. You didn’t really believe Steve had changed. You feared your best friend was going to get her heart broken, badly.

“What do you guys have in common anyway?” Barb asked. “He’s not, you know…exactly an honor student.”

“Barb!” Nancy scolded with a laugh. “He’s actually really sweet and funny. And a good kisser.”

You and Barb got lost in a fit of giggles at that. It was the first time any of you were having any kind of experience with a guy. The three of you were always overlooked by the guys of Hawkins High, but you didn’t really mind. There were more important things than high school relationships. It was a little exciting, though.

“So is he your boyfriend yet?” You asked, a teasing smile on your face.

“No,” Nancy said, blushing. “I don’t know if he-“

You were all surprised when Steve came seemingly out of nowhere, wrapping his arms around Nancy and making her squeal as he lifted her off the ground. It was sickeningly sweet.

“Steve!” She mock scolded him as he sat her down, and she playfully slapped his chest.

“What? I haven’t seen you in forever,” Steve said, suave grin on his handsome face.

“It’s been like 2 hours,” Nancy laughed.

“Tell me about it,” Steve said, pulling her in for a kiss. You and Barb looked away, feeling awkward.

Finally Steve acknowledged the two of you, giving you both a polite smile. “Sorry. Can I steal Nance for a few?”

Before either of you could say anything, Steve was leading a giggling Nancy away, leaving you and Barb alone. 

“I just hope she doesn’t forget about us,” Barb said.

—

“Steve wants us to go to Tina’s halloween party,” Nancy said at her locker before lunch. You and Barb exchanged a look.

“All of us?” You asked, skeptically.

“Yes, all of us,” Nancy said, attempting to reassure you both. “I wouldn’t want to go at all if you guys couldn’t come.”

“It’s not exactly…our scene,” Barb said. Her brows were furrowed as she pushed her glasses higher on her nose. “I don’t know if they really want us there, Nance.”

“Who cares?” Nancy said. “We should just go and be stupid teenagers and have fun for once.”

It took some convincing, Barb more than you, but finally you agreed to go together. You picked out a costume - a short, sexy red dress with devil horns on your head. You thought about someone maybe being interested in you at the party - you had to admit to yourself that you were a little jealous of Nancy’s relationship with Steve. It got lonely, sometimes.

Steve was picking all three of you up. Your house was the first on the way, so he picked you up first. You felt nervous as you walked down the driveway and got into the passenger seat of Steve’s car.

“Hey,” he greeted you, giving you his usual charming smile. You definitely understood what Nancy saw in him - Steve was handsome. “You look great.”

“You too,” you said, and he did. He and Nancy had gone with a couples costume - Risky Business - and he looked very good. He had a pair of sunglasses stuck in the front of his black shirt.

You mostly rode in silence on the way to the Wheeler’s house, Steve’s radio playing softly in the background. When Nancy came walking out of the house, Steve’s face lit up, and something in you sunk as you climbed out to slide into the back seat.

You felt a little better when you picked up Barb and she joined you in the back, making you feel less like an awkward third wheel. She was dressed like a librarian, which was honestly very normal for her.

The party was already in full swing when you arrived. You and Barb trailed behind Steve and Nancy into the house, following them straight to the punch bowl. Steve made a drink for all three of you. Barb took a tiny sip of hers, making a face. You tried yours, but it wasn’t too bad. Strong, though.

The party was less painful than you’d feared. You mostly stayed off to the side with Barb, drinking on your own. You watched the partygoers dance together, including Steve and Nancy, and you longed to join them. But you couldn’t bring yourself to.

At some point you lost your friends, leaving you standing in the kitchen alone. Nancy and Steve had disappeared into a bathroom, Nancy wiping at a big red punch stain on the front of her shirt. You’d watched them go, wondering what happened between them.

You continued sipping at your drink, watching the party rage on around you. The alcohol was making you less self conscious and more loose, but you still couldn’t bring yourself to join in. You wished you could. You wondered what it would like to be popular, or even to just be a normal teenage girl.

It wasn’t long before you spotted Nancy again, drunk as hell and angry.

“Where are you going?” You asked her as she drunkenly stormed through the party with Jonathan Byers and Barb trailing behind her.

“Home,” she slurred, stumbling over her own feet. You were too drunk to properly question it, simply watching as she left with Jonathan and Barb in tow. Jonathan seemed sober, at least. No one asked you if you wanted a ride, too. You figured you would ‘enjoy’ the party a little longer, figure out how you were getting home later.

You turned around and walked right into Steve Harrington.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, looking way more upset than the last time you’d seen him. He looked like he might have been crying, his eyes red rimmed.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” You asked, looking him over with concern.

He shook his head. “Nothing. It’s…it’s nothing.”

“Doesn’t seem like nothing,” you said softly. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Steve considered your offer. He didn’t know if he wanted to talk about Nancy right now, but getting back to the party didn’t sound like much fun either. He also didn’t really want to go home and be alone. “Sure. Okay.”

That’s how you ended up alone in a bedroom with Steve, sitting awkwardly next to each other on Tina’s parents’ bed. Steve sighed, rubbing his hands on his thighs.

“Me and Nancy…I don’t know,” he started, like he couldn’t find his words. “I know she’s your best friend. I’m not trying to say anything bad about her. I love her. But I think we might be over.”

“Why do you think that?” You asked softly. You knew Nancy really liked Steve. This was their first real argument, and it seems like it was a big one.

“She just…” he sighed again. “She said we’re bullshit. What does that even mean? That she doesn’t love me?”

“I don’t think that’s true,” you said. “Nancy really cares about you-“

“But does she love me?” He gestured with his hand then let it flop onto his lap in defeat. “I don’t know. I don’t think she does. I don’t know why she would.”

“What do you mean?” You furrowed your brows at him. “Why wouldn’t she?”

“Because I’m…” He gestured again, like he didn’t know how to articulate what he was trying to say. “I’m me. I’m an asshole. I’m dumb. I care too much about being popular. She’s too good for me.”

“Steve, that’s not true,” you said, laying your hand over his. “You’re an incredible person. I mean, sure you have a reputation, but since you’ve dated Nancy I’ve gotten to see some of the real you, and…I like the real Steve.”

He slowly looked up at you. “You do?”

“Yeah, of course I do.” You smiled gently. “I like the real Steve a lot.”

Steve’s eyes searched yours. His gaze darted down to your lips for only a second before meeting your eyes again. Then he leaned in, pressing his lips to yours.

You were shocked at first, your eyes going wide. But you quickly melted into his kiss - it felt so right. Steve moaned against your lips as he deepened the kiss and you grabbed onto his shirt, pulling him closer to you. The kiss turned heated fast, Steve’s tongue slipping into your mouth and pressing against your own. Your tongues danced together in a sloppy rhythm, your kisses hungry and desperate for one another.

His hands trailed under your dress, feeling the smooth skin of your plush thighs, one hand sliding between your legs to tease you through your panties. You gasped - you’d never been touched there before. It was new, exciting. You were wet already, and Steve could feel it.

“Wet for me?” He mumbled against your lips, nipping at your bottom lip and making you gasp. “I can feel you.”

You blushed deeply, feeling ashamed. What if he didn’t like it? What if he thought it was gross?

He didn’t seem like he thought it was gross. He seemed like he liked it. He pressed against something that had you moaning against his mouth, your grip on his shirt tightening. 

“Have you ever been touched before?” He asked, hand slipping beneath your panties. His fingers traced between your folds, collecting your wetness on his fingers before he started rubbing against that bundle of nerves again.

“No,” you admitted, your voice shaky. “Never.”

“I’ll be gentle,” he promised. “You’re so pretty, you know that?”

You didn’t know that. No guy had ever said that to you before. You thankfully didn’t have to say anything because Steve pressed his lips to yours again, kissing any words away. It felt weird to have his tongue pressing against your own, the way his hands grabbed at you, like he wanted you.

“Can I take this off?” He asked quietly, pulling at your red dress. You heart thundered in your chest, wondering what was going to happen, if you were really about to lose your virginity to Steve Harrington. Who was your best friend’s boyfriend - or, used to be.

You nodded, and Steve smiled, pushing you back onto the bed. He climbed over you, slowly kissing from your legs upwards as he pushed the dress higher and higher. You were shaking, nervous even through the haze of the alcohol. But his touch was so nice, it felt so good, you wanted to keep going.

He pushed the dress over your head until you were left in nothing but your bra and panties, suddenly horrifically self conscious. You crossed your arms over your body on instinct.

Steve gently grabbed your arms, moving them down. “You’re beautiful,” he said. “You don’t have to hide from me. I love your body.”

He sat up then, removing his shirt. His chest was muscular, and he had a lot of chest hair. It was hot, manly. You rubbed over his chest, feeling the ridges of his muscles, the skin beneath your touch. He shivered on instinct, a low moan coming from his lips.

You could feel how hard he was from where he was pressed against your thigh. He grinded against you, moaning, and you felt scared - he seemed big. You didn’t know how you were going to take him - you’d never taken anybody before, and Steve seemed like an advanced place to start.

He reached behind your back and unhooked your bra, removing it completely. His lips found your nipple right away and you let out a mix between a gasp and a moan - it was unexpected and new, but it felt good. Steve sucked on it, running his tongue around it, making you arch your back into his mouth. His hand played with your other nipple until he switched, giving them both attention.

When he was done, he kissed down your chest and stomach, back down to your panties. He hooked his fingers in the waistband, looking up at you. “Can I?”

You looked at him. “Can you what?”

Steve chuckled. “Taste you?”

You didn’t really know what he meant by that. “Um, sure?”

Steve smiled at you, then he pulled your panties down your legs. You felt infinitely more exposed now - no one had ever seen you there before. There were a lot of firsts tonight. Steve spread your legs, and you would have been embarrassed if he hadn’t groaned at the sight.

He lowered himself between your legs, and you gasped loudly when you felt Steve’s tongue between your folds. He groaned again as he began to devour you, sucking at your clit and running his tongue over it.

The feeling was like nothing you’d ever experienced in your life. You moaned uncontrollably, hands shooting down to tangle in Steve’s hair. He moaned against your pussy as he ate you, loving every moment of it.

Steve was grinding his hips against the bed, his cock rock hard and aching beneath his pants. He lapped up every bit of wetness you gave him, you were the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted. 

“Christ,” he moaned against you, truly burying his face into you and breathing in your scent. “You taste so good. I can’t get enough.”

You were losing your mind. Pitchy moans spilling from your lips, body writhing on the bed. Whatever he was doing was incredible, it made your body feel like it was full of electricity, a coil tightening deep in your belly.

“Steve…Steve…” you moaned, pulling on his locks. You started grinding yourself against his face, desperate for more more more, desperate for him to never stop. You thought you might die if he did.

You felt something pressing against your entrance, making you jump. “What…what are you…?”

“Jus’ getting you ready,” he hummed against you. “‘s okay?”

You were too out of it to think much about it. “Um…yes.”

You gasped loudly at the intrusion of his finger pressing inside you. You’d never even done this to yourself before, the feeling completely foreign. Weird, but good. He slowly pumped his finger in and out of you, you were so wet there was hardly any resistance.

You were so lost in the pleasure he was giving you that you barely noticed when he began pushing a second finger inside. But suddenly you were even more full, his fingers curling deep inside you and pressing against something that had you moaning his name even louder.

“Steve! Oh, fuck-“

“That’s it,” he moaned against you, “just like that. You gonna cum for me?”

You whined in response, shaking hand tightening in his hair. He chuckled, moving back to suck on your clit again and sending you reeling. He pumped his fingers faster and faster, your back arching off the bed as your vision began going white.

“Oh, god- fuck! Steve, ohmygod, holy shit-“

Steve put his all into it as your orgasm hit you, working you through the most mind blowing experience of your life. How was he so good? You felt like you’d died and gone to heaven.

“That’s it, baby, cum f’me,” he encouraged you, but as the orgasm intensified you began grinding against his tongue, shutting him up happily. He moaned against you, sending vibrations through your clit.

He rode you through it until you couldn’t take it anymore, until you were pushing him away and he was grinning with the confidence only King Steve could possess. You suddenly understood the nickname.

He kissed up your body, working his way back up to your lips. He quickly undid his pants, shoving them and his boxers down his legs. You were right - he was huge. He wrapped a hand around his massive cock, slowly stroking it as he looked down at your body.

“Fuckin’ beautiful,” he slurred, and he wobbled a bit as he sat up on his knees. The room felt like it was tilting back and forth, like you were on a boat. It was not helping the nausea building in your stomach.

Steve spread your legs, settling himself between them. He grinded his cock through your folds, coating it in your wetness as he nipped and sucked at your neck. “Y’ready?”

“Uh…yeah,” you said, holding onto Steve’s shoulders. It made you feel safer somehow.

His thick tip pressed against your entrance, and you let out a loud gasp as he pushed through, stretching you around his cock. Your nails dug into his back, making him hiss as he slowly pushed deeper inside.

“Fuck. You are so tight.” His breath was coming out in huffs of hot air against the skin of your neck, quiet moans beginning to spill from his lips as he bullied his cock further into you. “Shit. You can take it. I know y’can take it. Just let me in, baby.”

You tried your best to relax your muscles, trying to just lose yourself to the feeling and let Steve have you. It was starting to feel good, the deeper he filled you the more full you felt. It was unlike anything you’d ever felt.

Steve moaned loudly into your neck once he bottomed out, pumping into you shallowly a few times before he pulled farther back, slapping his hips into you. You let out a mix between a gasp and a moan, your eyes squeezing shut.

“You okay?” he asked, but it was obvious in his expression that he was desperate to keep going.

“I’m okay,” you said. “You can keep going.”

Steve smiled down at you before pressing his lips to yours again and setting a quick pace fucking into you. The sounds of your skin meeting and the bed - Tina’s parents’ bed - creaking from Steve’s movements filled the large bedroom. You worried people would be able to hear you from the hall.

“That’s it, that’s it,” Steve praised, his fingers digging into the plush of your thighs. “So good f’me. You’re such a good girl, aren’t you, baby?”

You whined in response, brain complete mush as Steve fucked you and the room spun around. You closed your eyes, hoping to calm the situation.

Steve pushed your legs up higher, pressing your thighs into your body and spreading your legs wide. This allowed him to get way deeper than before, and now he was letting out desperate moans, losing himself in the pleasure of you.

“Shit…I’m gonna cum,” he said as his thrusts became sloppy and fast, his cheeks, neck, and chest flushing red. “Fuuuck, I’m gonna cum. Fuck, are you gonna take it, baby?”

“Mmhmm,” you hummed, not even processing the question. There were no thoughts of condoms, no thoughts of pulling out even. Neither of you thinking, Steve neared his release inside you, holding onto you tightly.

“Take it, take it,” he cried out, biting down on your neck as he let out one last guttural groan, spilling his cum into you, every last drop as he rode out his high. You held onto him, feeling all of him.

Steve’s chest was heaving with his breaths as he pushed up on his arms, placing a kiss to your lips before he pulled out, collapsing on his back. You didn’t know what to say. You just laid there for a few minutes until Steve eventually rolled over to the side of the bed, standing and pulling his clothes back on. He tossed you your dress and you used it to cover your body, suddenly feeling self conscious.

“Let’s get you home, yeah?” he said as he slipped his shoes back on. “It’s been a long night.”

—

The next Monday, Steve and Nancy walked into school hand in hand. Your heart stopped in your chest at the sight, guilt eating you from the inside out. You tried not to get sick over it as you went through your day, until you got to talk to Nancy and Barb at your lockers.

“He came to my house with flowers,” Nancy said, smiling. “He said he was sorry and he didn’t want to be without me.”

“Aww!” Barb said, hand over her heart. “That’s so cute. He really cares about you.”

“Yeah,” was all you could add, because you knew you were the worst friend on the planet.

You were even more surprised later that day when someone grabbed your arm on the way to lunch. You turned to see Steve, looking at you seriously. “Can we talk?”

You hadn’t seen Steve since he’d been inside of you, you know, taking your virginity, a couple days ago, and that was the only thing going through your mind at that moment. “Um, yeah, sure.”

Steve led you down the hall and into the library, opening the door for you to one of the study rooms. You followed him inside and he shut the door, turning to you with an expression that told you how stressed out he was.

“Look,” he said, “about Tina’s party - what we did - I’m sorry. We shouldn’t have done that. I…really care about Nancy, and I don’t want to hurt her. I want to be with her.”

You just listened to him speak, his words only intensifying the ache in your chest. You knew it was coming, but it still hurt. You didn’t say anything, waiting for Steve to continue.

“I just don’t want this to get out,” he said slowly. “So…is it okay if we keep this between us? Never to repeat or be talked about?” He looked at you hopefully, praying you would keep the secret.

“Oh,” you said. “Sure. I won’t tell.”

“Awesome,” Steve said, breathing out a sigh of relief. “You know, it would just hurt Nance if she knew. And it’s never going to happen again, so there’s no point in her knowing, right?”

You weren’t sure you truly agreed, but you nodded along anyway. “Okay.”

“Good.” Steve smiled softly at you. His large hand rubbed your upper arm. “Thanks for understanding.”

The rest of the school day was extremely awkward - at least for you. Nancy and Barb were totally oblivious to what you’d done, and Steve was acting like he barely knew you.

You wondered if this was something he’d done before - taking girls’ virginity’s and then acting like it never happened, leaving them behind. When you slept together, you hadn’t exactly thought you and Steve would be together after (well, you were drunk so you weren’t thinking much at all), but you didn’t think he’d just go back to Nancy like nothing happened.

Something about it stung.

And they stayed together. This wasn’t the fling you had originally warned Nancy it might be. They seemed really into each other, which was really unfortunate for you, because you realized something that left you horrified.

You had developed feelings for Steve Harrington.

You always thought it was bullshit when they said in church as a kid that every time you have sex with someone you give a piece of yourself away, but you had truly given Steve a piece of yourself you couldn’t get back. But he hadn’t done the same for you.

Maybe it was different for guys? Or maybe you were just an idiot who fell for her best friend’s boyfriend after having sex with him.

It was hard to look Nancy or even Barb in the eye at all. Steve may have been able to forget what you did, but you couldn’t. You had betrayed your lifelong best friend. How were you supposed to keep this to yourself? You didn’t deserve their friendship.

Of course Nancy noticed your extreme self loathing - she was always perceptive. Steve’s just lucky he was better at lying than you.

“Are you okay?” She asked you after school one day while you and Barb were studying in her bedroom. “You seem upset lately.”

Oh, god. It was going to come out. You were going to blow it.

“I’ve just been kinda sad,” you said. “Just…stressed with college applications coming up.”

“Oh yeah, me too,” Barb said, a weary sigh coming from deep in her chest. “I’m worried I don’t have the grades. I want to go to Emerson with you guys, but I don’t have an extra curricular either.”

You were grateful as the conversation easily transitioned into college applications and the upcoming test in Mrs. O’Donnells. Your brain was elsewhere.

Not only were you consumed with guilt, but also the memory of Steve all over you, his hands, his mouth, his cock-

“Are we still having our movie night this weekend?” Barb asked a bit later as you were all preparing to leave.

“Oh,” Nancy said sheepishly, a blush rising to her pale cheeks. “Actually, Steve planned a surprise date this weekend. I’m not sure what we’re doing, but…” she giggled. “I don’t know. He might want to do more.”

Your head snapped up then. “You guys haven’t had sex yet?”

Nancy blushed even deeper. “No. I’ve been nervous. I want it to be with the right person at the right time. But I think we might this weekend.”

You felt sick. Not only had Steve slept with you before Nancy - your best friends couldn’t even know you’d lost your virginity - but now he was probably going to actually have sex with her. You wanted to say something, to stop it, but what could you say?

Nothing.

So you watched Nancy gushing about Steve and pretended it wasn’t killing you inside, pretending like you didn’t have feelings for him and never had. You were pretty good at pretending, after all.

—

It had been two months since the hookup when you started getting sick. You assumed it was a stomach bug at first, to the point that you let your mom take you to the doctor - only to get the biggest news of your life.

“You’re pregnant,” the doctor said, and you were suddenly grateful you’d told your mom you didn’t need her to go back with you.

The news had sent you reeling. There in the doctor’s office, your head spun, your vision dotting like you might pass out. Because this could not be happening. There was only one potential father, and he couldn’t be, he was with Nancy, you couldn’t do this-

The doctor gave you pamphlets on your different options, which you hastily stuffed into your bag. You weren’t ready to tell your parents about this yet. When you walked out of the office and your mom asked what the doctor said, all you could say was “Nothing, just a virus.”

“Did they give you any medicine?”

Yeah, a prescription for prenatal vitamins. “No, mom.”

Your mom looked worried. “Maybe we should go somewhere for a second opinion, you’ve been so sick it’s not normal-“

“Mom, I’m really fine,” you attempted to assure her. Please, you were not ready to come out with this yet. To anyone.

“I’m just worried,” she said, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “I don’t want you to be sick.”

“I promise I’m okay.” You gave her the most encouraging smile you could muster. “I’m feeling better today already.”

That was not true. You were getting sicker by the day, the “morning sickness” (more like all day sickness) kicking your ass. You knew this was your fault, but you still found yourself mad at Steve. Both of you had drunkenly agreed to sex without a condom, so it wasn’t really fair to put the blame on him, but when you were on your knees in front of the toilet for the 15th time that day, you didn’t care much about fair.

You were utterly panicked over the idea of being pregnant. What did this mean for your future? College? Falling in love one day? What guy your age wants to settle down with a step kid?

You considered abortion, but ultimately decided not to. Adoption was also considered, but you figured this was your baby, and you wanted to keep it. You felt bonded to it. Like whatever came, you were in this together.

What about Steve? How would he feel about this? Not good, you could imagine. He was still going strong with Nancy, and- 

Oh god, Nancy.

She would never forgive you. Your friendship was over. You ruined everything. Barb would probably hate you, too. You would be friendless, boyfriendless, and pregnant.

Great. Good decisions, you thought to yourself.

You kept the news to yourself for weeks. You couldn’t bear to tell a single soul. Who could you tell? No one would be happy for you. Every person you had to tell would end in disaster.

It was weird, seeing Steve with Nancy, happy and like you never even existed, while you carried his child. You felt an internal longing towards him, like maybe the baby knew who their father was. Which was crazy, because it was still only cells working to become a human being.

You had your first ultrasound before you told anyone. You borrowed the car and drove yourself, stomach in knots as you waited in the waiting room. The ultrasound itself was uncomfortable - you always thought of them like they were in the movies, the little wand on your belly, but they explained that this early they usually do an internal ultrasound, which is just as unpleasant as it sounds.

You watched as the image showed up on the screen. The tiny little vaguely human shaped blob, wiggling around in there - inside of you. Alive. The tech took measurements, and you even heard the heartbeat. It took your breath away. You wondered what Steve would think if he knew, if he’d been there to experience it.

The tech said you were 9 weeks pregnant, due in July, which lined up perfectly with Halloween night. Not that there were any other possibilities. She printed you a bunch of photos, showing the tiny baby from multiple different angles.

As you left with the photos clutched in your hand, you wondered how long you had before you were forced to come clean about this. Not long, you figured. Would it be better to just come out and say it now?

No. You weren’t doing that. You were not ready for that.

Going to school with this secret held deep inside was a lot already. It felt like everyone who saw you knew, even though that was impossible. Like it was written on your forehead.

Having to face Nancy and Barb was even worse. They treated you just like normal, like their best friend, meanwhile you were hiding the biggest secret possible beneath your sweater.

Seeing Nancy with Steve was even worse. They were so happy together. You knew they had to be sleeping together by now. You were nothing but a distant memory, a cheap hookup, another one of King Steve’s conquests.

Except that wasn’t true. The baby growing in your belly proved that. This was one hookup he’d never forget.

—

When you were 13 weeks pregnant, you noticed the smallest bump in the mirror. It took your breath away as your hand rubbed over it, the firm mound of your stomach seemingly popped overnight. This was bad. This meant you were out of time.

You dressed in a loose sweatshirt and leggings, which was not your usual style whatsoever. Nancy and Barb immediately noticed something was up when you met them at your lockers.

“Are you sick?” Nancy asked, reaching for your forehead with the back of her hand like your mom.

“A little,” you admitted. “I’m just not feeling great.”

Nancy looked at you sympathetically. “Maybe you should go home. I can bring you some soup after school.”

You shook your head - “I can’t. I’ve already missed too much school.” Between the days you’d missed with your morning sickness and the days you’d have to miss for appointments, it was woefully true.

Nancy still looked concerned. “I’m just worried about you. You look rough. I don’t want you being sick at school-“

She was cut off with a squeal as Steve came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her. He whispered something in her ear that had her giggling before he turned to you. His brows furrowed like he was thinking something, but he didn’t say anything to 

you.

“Ready to get to class?” he asked Nancy. He’d taken to walking her to every single one of her classes. It would have been sweet if not for your current situation.

“Oh, sure,” Nancy said, closing her locker. She turned to you. “You’ll let me know if you feel any worse, right?”

The guilt ate at you. Yeah, Nancy, thanks for caring about me, I’m just sick because I’m carrying your boyfriend’s baby. “Yeah, I will.”

Steve gave you another lingering look before he walked off with Nancy, arm wrapped around her shoulders.

It was later that day when you caught Steve alone. You approached him quickly, taking your chance before you could talk yourself out of it. “Steve. Can I talk to you?”

There was a certain dread on his face that almost made you wonder if he already knew what you were going to say. “Um. Yeah, I guess.”

You found yourselves back in the library study pod you’d had your first conversation in, which felt…poetic. He looked like he’d rather be anywhere else, fidgeting and uncomfortable as he leaned against the study table. his gaze darted around, like he didn’t want to meet your eyes.

“What did you want to talk about?” he asked. He was ready to get this over with, whatever it was.

“I…” you thought for a moment about what the best way to break the news would be. You realized you probably should have planned your words, that would have made this a hell of a lot easier.

Steve looked at you expectantly. He didn’t want to say get on with it, but at the same time…. “What is it?”

You fiddled with your bag strap, feeling sick to your stomach. “I’m pregnant.”

Steve just looked at you like he didn’t even hear you. He just blinked. Then, finally, a grin spread across his face, which had you confused.

“Ha, ha. Good one,” he said, bowing his head as if he respected the joke. “You had me scared for a minute there.”

“Steve, I…” you tightened your grip on the strap of your bag, wishing you were anywhere but in your current situation. “I’m not joking. I’m being serious.”

His smile dropped immediately. He started sweating, feeling like his shirt was too tight and he couldn’t breathe. His head was spinning. He leaned on the table for support. “No. You’re not.”

“I am,” you said, frustrated at the way Steve seemed to be choosing to not understand or believe you. “I’m pregnant, Steve. For real.”

He shook his head. “No. No way. It’s not mine.”

You jerked back as if you’d been slapped. “What do you mean it’s not yours?”

“It’s not…there’s n-no way it’s mine,” he said, his voice shaking as he stuttered over his words. He scrambled desperately in his own brain for any way out of this, anything that would disprove his involvement in all of this, but he came up with nothing.

“Steve, you’re the only person I’ve ever had sex with and you know that,” you hissed at him through gritted teeth, having gone from scared to pissed off that Steve really had the nerve to deny this baby.

“I don’t know, maybe you hooked up with someone after me. I wouldn’t know. And then you come telling me it’s mine because my family has money? Well-“

“Are you serious?” You raised your voice slightly, making Steve look around in a panic as he tried to shush you. “You know it’s yours. And you’re really accusing me of wanting your money? I don’t give a fuck about your money. I just thought you deserved to know you’re gonna be a dad.”

Steve paled. “I-I…there’s no way, there’s-“

“I know this is a lot to take in,” you said. “Believe me. I know.”

“Can you prove- can you prove it?” he asked, but it was obvious he was just scared, grasping at anything that would make this go away, anything that would make this not real.

You lifted your sweatshirt. The bump was obvious, perfectly round, and not at all in a ‘maybe you just gained some weight’ kind of way. Steve somehow went even more pale, and you suddenly worried he might pass out. 

“Shit,” he hissed. “I- what- how far are you? How long have you known?”

“I found out a month ago. I’m 13 weeks.” You fished the ultrasound photos out of your bag, handing them over to Steve. His hands were shaking terribly as he took them from you, looking over the distinctly baby shaped blob growing inside of you, and sure enough your name was printed at the top.

“How…how many weeks are there? In a pregnancy?” Steve asked, feeling like a total idiot.

You didn’t treat him like one. “40.”

Steve let out a rush of air. “Okay. There’s time. Okay.” He ran a hand through his hair, messing up the style that probably took him an hour this morning. “What…do you want to do? About the baby?”

“What do you mean?” you asked. “Like, do I want to keep it?”

“Well…yeah,” he said. “Do you?”

“It’s too late for an abortion,” you said. “But…I had decided I wanted to keep it. Him or her. I couldn’t…I don’t think I could carry a baby and give them up.”

Steve nodded slowly. It wasn’t what he was hoping to hear, but what he expected to hear. He understood, in a way. He didn’t love the idea of an abortion or adoption either. “Okay. Um. What happens now?”

You didn’t know either, to be honest. “Well, um…do you want to be…are you going to be involved?”

“With…the baby?”

“Yes, Steve.”

He looked around, took a deep breath. “Well, like. It is my kid, right? So…I’m not going to abandon it. Or you. I’m not…I’m not like that, I swear. I own up to my shit.”

“You just tried to tell me I was lying about it being yours for your money-“

“Okay,” Steve said, holding a hand up, “I get it. I’m sorry. I just panicked, okay? This isn’t exactly great news right now.”

“What about Nancy?”

Those words were like a bomb dropped in the tiny room. No one said anything - it felt like all the oxygen had been sucked out, like a vacuum. No one knew the answer to that question. What about Nancy?

“She’s going to kill me,” Steve finally said, burying his face in his hands. “Fuck. She’s going to break up with me for good.” He began rambling, his internal monologue spilling from his mouth without filter. “And what about my love life? No girl is going to want to go out with me with a kid on the way. No girl is going to want to go out with a dad at our age. And my parents? Jesus, what a fucking disaster-“

“Steve,” you said, cutting off his frantic rambling. “Calm down.”

He nodded, taking a few deep breaths. You’d never seen him so worked up. “Yeah. Okay.”

“We’ll take it one step at a time, okay?” you said, wondering how you ended up being the one comforting him. “We have time. There is a rush, but we have like 6 months. We…look, Steve, we’re gonna be okay, I think.”

He sniffled, and you wondered if he’d started crying. “Have you told your parents?”

Silence. “No.”

Steve nodded again. He ran both his hands through his hair this time, a nervous laugh spilling unprompted from his lips. “Oh, fuck. We are fucked.”

The bell rang, signaling the start of the next class you were now officially late for. You subconsciously rubbed a hand over your belly, adjusting your sweatshirt and high waisted leggings back to cover it as well as you could. Steve watched you, his eyes locked on the bump the entire time.

“Can I…feel it?”

The question caught you so off guard, you thought you might have imagined it. “What?”

“The…your stomach?” He felt so awkward. “Can I touch it?”

You blinked at him. The question was so out of nowhere, the last thing you expected him to say. “Oh…sure?”

You lifted your sweatshirt again and pushed down the waist of your leggings, exposing the skin again. Steve walked towards you hesitantly, extending his hand. Finally he reached you and placed his hand on your stomach. 

His hand was so big, the entirety of the bump fit beneath his palm. It felt weird to have him (or anyone) touching you like this. Steve had a look of awe on his face, his thumb caressing the firm skin. It was a tender moment, one you didn’t expect.

“It’s really real, huh?” Steve said quietly, almost to himself. “There’s really a baby in there? …My baby?”

You smiled gently. “Yeah. There is.”

Steve stayed there for a minute longer, just feeling. When he finally pulled away he didn’t say anything, just lowered his hand and watched as you readjusted your clothes. Just watching you.

“I guess we better get back to class,” you said. “We’re late.”

“Yeah. You’re right.” Steve laughed humorlessly again. “But I don’t think it matters much anymore. College is out the window.”

You hadn’t even thought about that. That made you feel sick, the idea of throwing away all the hard work you’d put in throughout your years in high school. Watching Nancy and Barb go on to Emerson without you. Not that they’d want you to come with them, anyway. They were going to hate you soon enough.

God, Nancy and Barb. How were you supposed to tell them? Hey, Nancy, I have some news - I’m having your boyfriend’s baby. You felt the panic rising in your own chest now, for about the millionth time since you’d found out. Steve stepped forward, a hand on your shoulder.

“Hey,” he said, “it’s okay. Calm down, it’s…it’s not good for the baby. We’re gonna figure this out.”

His words surprised you, the way the tables had turned. He took deep breaths with you as you calmed yourself. “I just don’t know what we’re gonna do. I don’t even know where to go next. I’m-“

Steve said your name, grounding you to the moment. He pushed your hair behind your ear, eyes roaming over your face. He wondered if you had been this beautiful all along, or if you being pregnant with his child made you even more luminous.

“It’s gonna be okay. I’m gonna take care of you. Both of you. Okay?”

You just nodded, stray tears escaping down your cheeks. “Okay.”

You had to trust him.

—

It was gym class that fucked you over in the end.

You had managed to get out of class since you’d started showing, with excuses about your period and headaches and stomach aches. But eventually your gym teacher got tired of it.

“You’re changing into your uniform and you’re running with us today,” she said. “No excuses.”

So you changed in the bathroom stall, which was already strange enough. You waited until the rest of the girls had left the locker room, including Nancy and Barb, before you walked out and stood in front of the mirror.

Oh, god.

It was worse than you thought. The bump was clear as day below your shirt, perfectly round beneath the soft thin material. You looked at your reflection in horror, smoothing your hand over it, wondering if there was anything you could do to hide this. But when your gym teacher yelled through the door for you to hurry up, you realized you were out of time.

It was coming out. Now.

You walked out of the locker room with your arms crossed over your stomach. You had never felt more exposed in your life. The girls were all sitting on the basketball court stretching, laughing and giggling with each other. You approached Nancy and Barb and slid to the ground next to them.

“Are you cold?” Nancy asked, immediately giving you a strange look. “Because I have a sweatshirt in my locker you can-“

You were about to take her up on that kind offer when the teacher blew her whistle, calling everyone to line up. You joined the rest of the class, and she gave you a look. She called your name - “Arms down. What are you doing?”

You felt like you were on stage with a spotlight directly on you. Every girl in your class was looking at you, wondering what the hell you were doing. You had no choice. You lowered your arms, and there was a collective gasp.

“Holy…shit…” Tina said, not even attempting to hide her laughter.

Nancy said your name softly, and you turned to face her and Barb. “What…” Nancy said, looking at you wide eyed and shaking her head like she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. “What did you do?”

It was fight or flight, and your brain decided for you. You turned and sprinted back into the locker room, tears falling immediately. You were sobbing by the time the locker room door slammed shut behind you, but it opened again seconds later.

Nancy called your name again as she and Barb hurried to your side, wrapping their arms around you. You wanted to push them away. You didn’t deserve their comfort.

“How did this…” Nancy began, but she was at a loss for words. “Who…when did you…”

“I’m 14 weeks,” you sniffled, wiping at your eyes. “It was…Halloween.”

Nancy gasped. Her and Barb exchanged a look. “Why didn’t you tell us? Who was it? Does he know?”

Your hands were clenched into tight fists. “Yeah, he knows.”

“Who’s the father?” Barb asked again, since you hadn’t answered Nancy either time she had said it.

What could you do? It was time for the truth to come out, ready or not.

“It’s…” you drew in a gasping breath, choking on your own sobs. “It’s Steve’s.”

The room went silent besides the sound of your crying. No one moved. No one dared to move. It was like the calm before the storm, the peace moments before the tornado rips the roof off the house.

“Steve?” Nancy said finally, looking at you like you were dumb and had said something completely outlandish. “Steve…Harrington? My Steve?”

Her Steve.

“Yes,” was all you could say, your voice barely a whisper. “It was…Nancy, I’m so sorry. You have no idea how sorry I am. It was at Tina’s stupid party, after you and Steve had that fight, we were talking and- just- one thing led to another, and-“

Nancy held her hand up, stopping you. Barb just looked between the two of you, her expression one of absolute shock. Nancy’s normally calm face had been replaced by a mask of pure fury, rage and disappointment and hurt. Betrayal.

“You…you slut!” Nancy spat, and she might as well have slapped you in the face. You recoiled, jerking back as if she had truly struck you.

“Nancy, I-“

“I don’t want to hear anything else you have to say,” she said, standing to her feet. Barb looked between the two of you before she stood, too. Her side chosen.

“I can’t believe you,” Nancy said. “You were really that jealous? You couldn’t stand the thought of me having a boyfriend - of me being with King Steve Harrington - so you had to jump in the middle, huh? Take him for yourself?”

“Nance, that is not it, we were both so drunk-“

“But you knew it happened,” she said. “You knew it happened, and you both made a fool of me. Pretending like you hadn’t…fucked each other, like everything was fine between us, like you weren’t keeping the hugest secret in the world.” She shook her head. “You know what? You two deserve each other.”

She turned them, leaving the locker room and going back to class with Barb following behind her. You stayed there on the floor, alone. You pulled your knees to your chest as close as you could and sobbed, burying your face in your arms.

You cried, and cried, and cried. But you had no right to feel like this. No right to be hurt. You were the one who fucked up. You really betrayed your best friend.

You were the scum of the earth.

Lunch was right after gym, and you didn’t know what to expect. You knew you weren’t going to be happily sitting at your table with Nancy, Barb, and Steve. But on your way to the cafeteria, in the deserted hall, you caught Nancy talking to Steve.

“Do you have something to say to me?” she asked him, her face just as angry as the last time you’d seen her.

“What?” Steve asked with an awkward chuckle. “Babe, I have no idea what you’re talking about-“

“Don’t call me babe,” she snapped, making his eyes go wide. “There’s nothing you think you should tell me?”

He noticed you then, standing off to the side. His wide eyes landed on you, then dropped down to your stomach. He looked back at Nancy. “Oh, fuck, Nance, listen-“

“No, you listen, Steve Harrington.” Nancy pointed a finger in his face, her own twisted in pure fury. “No one treats me like a fool. You think you can go around, fucking whoever you want, being as reckless as you want, then come to me with flowers and lies and act like nothing happened? Like you didn’t fuck my best friend?” Her voice broke at the end of her sentence, and your heart felt crushed in your chest. You realized the gravity of your fuck up - the cherished lifelong friendship you’d lost.

“Nance-“

“Don’t.” She looked up, trying to stop the tears threatening to fall. “I don’t want to hear it. Whatever excuse you have for me, I don’t care. I don’t care that you were drunk. What you did is beyond forgiveness.” She turned and met your eyes again. “For both of you.” When she looked back at Steve, there was resolve in her eyes. “We’re over.”

Steve watched, dumbfounded, as Nancy turned and stomped towards the cafeteria. He felt helpless as he watched her go - the potential love of his life, at least that’s how it felt - over one, stupid, massive mistake. He turned around and punched the locker with a loud “Fuck!”, leaving a large dent in the grey metal.

You approached him cautiously, not sure what you should do, if anything. He turned to you with tears welling in his brown eyes. He looked devastated. You felt guilty about that, too.

“Steve, I’m sorry.”

He shook his head. “Not now.”

You watched helplessly as Steve stormed off, leaving you alone in the hallway. You really were alone. Completely.

—

You had pretty much resigned yourself to the fact that your life was over. No friends, no boyfriend, the father of the baby possibly not involved. You didn’t know if you could trust Steve to stick around like he said, especially with the way he had left you earlier.

After school, you had to call your mom to come pick you up. You made up a lie about Nancy having a doctor’s appointment, and your mom told you she’d be there after work.

With time to kill, you ended up in one of the study pods again. You flipped through your physics textbook, no homework to be done. You had nearly fallen asleep when the sound of someone walking in startled you.

You looked up to see Steve, giving you a sheepish look as he settled into the small space. “Hey,” he said.

“Hey?” you said back, cautious of whatever he had come to say. With the way things were going for you, it couldn’t possibly be good.

“I just…” he sighed. “I just wanted to say I’m sorry, about earlier. I shouldn’t have stormed off and left you like that.”

You shook your head. “No, it’s okay. I’m sorry about…Nancy.”

“It’s not your fault. Well, not any more your fault than it is mine.” He huffed a short laugh. “We both knew this was coming, though, didn’t we?”

You supposed you did. It didn’t make it any easier.

“She was my best friend since kindergarten,” is all you could offer. Then, like a dam breaking, you burst into tears. You covered your face with your hands as you sobbed, wishing you could undo everything.

“Hey, hey,” Steve said gently, wrapping his arms around you. He pulled you into a tight hug, his large hand rubbing your back soothingly. It helped, surprisingly. You knew you were soaking his polo shirt. “You’re okay. Breathe for me, alright? You’re okay.”

You tried to breathe slowly, following the slow up and down of Steve’s chest. Eventually you were breathing with him again, slow and steady. “Good,” Steve said, and even the rumble of his voice through his chest was soothing. “Can’t have my baby mama freaking out on me.”

You couldn’t help but laugh a little. Steve was good at getting you to smile when it felt like you never would again, that was for sure. He put his hands on your shoulders and pushed you back slightly to look at you. His face was etched with worry as he took in your puffy bloodshot eyes. “I mean it, you know. It is going to be okay.”

“What about Nancy?” you asked, lip wobbling as you thought of your former best friend again.

“Nancy…” Steve sighed. “I hope she’ll come around. You know, things won’t be the same, but…”

But she might not hate your guts, you finished the thought in your own head.

“You’re not upset that she just broke up with you?” you asked.

“Of course I am,” he said, letting out a sigh. “But you’re my main concern.”

“Me?” You were taken aback. “Why me?”

Steve let out a disbelieving laugh. “Really?” He placed a hand on the bump, an affectionate gesture. “That’s my little nugget in there.”

Something about the way he said it sent heat to your cheeks. It was the most affection you’d received from him since you told him. And it was…nice. You hadn’t had anyone to be excited about this with you, to talk about the future and baby names and whether it would be a boy or a girl. You wouldn’t have any friends jumping to throw you a baby shower or anything, but maybe Steve could be that support for you.

“Yeah,” you said simply. “It is.”

Steve smiled softly at you. “I’m not gonna let anything bad happen to either of you. I hope you know that. You have my word, and I don’t go back on my word. I was a boy scout.” He held up a salute. “Scout’s honor.”

You laughed. It was incredible to be feeling lighter than you had in months. Steve had that effect on you, somehow.

“I may not know how to be a dad,” he said, “but I guarantee I’m going to be the best one.”

—

Steve kept his word. He stuck by your side. It didn’t take long for the news to spread around the entire school - not just that you were pregnant, but that it was Steve’s, and that he and Nancy had broken up.

Nancy was still furious. You hated that you had dragged her into this with you, that the whole school was laughing at her for being so clueless. It wasn’t her fault and she didn’t deserve that.

Steve didn’t let anyone say anything to you. The first time Tommy tried to give you shit, Steve punched him in the face. Somehow, they were still friends.

Steve walked you to every class, carrying your books for you and not letting you lift a finger. You sat with him at lunch, ignoring the dirty looks from Carol. You didn’t think you’d ever be able to be friends with her. That was okay with you.

He started picking you up for school and bringing you home. Usually your parents weren’t home in time to see him, but on this particular day, 16 weeks into the pregnancy, they were.

“Maybe you should come inside,” you said, looking at Steve with your brows furrowed, worry etched in the lines formed on your face. “Meet my parents. Maybe…maybe we should tell them.”

Steve took a deep breath. “Look, parents usually love me, but I’ve never had to tell some I got their daughter pregnant.”

You laughed lightly. “Yeah, well…I figure we have to.”

You climbed out of the car, pulling your sweatshirt back on. Steve followed, placing a hand on your back as you both walked up the sidewalk to the front door. When you entered the house, the smell of pasta greeted you instantly. Your mom was in the kitchen and your dad was sitting in his recliner, watching TV.

“Hi, honey,” your mom greeted you without looking up as you walked in. When she finally did look up, she let out a little “Oh!”! at the sight of Steve. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know we’d be having company tonight.”

Your dad looked over, suddenly interested. He eyed Steve, like he was thinking or he knew him from somewhere. “Mom, Dad, this is Steve,” you said, hands in the pockets of your sweatshirt. You could feel the bump beneath your hands,

“Hi. Steve Harrington,” he said in his usual charming way, moving to shake your mom’s hand first and then your dad’s.

“Harrington?” your dad asked, eyebrows raised. “Are you related to Richard Harrington?”

“That’s my dad,” Steve said, his cheeks turning red. You wondered what Steve’s relationship with his dad was like.

“I work for your dad,” he said. “Have since before you were born.”

“Oh,” Steve said awkwardly. You cringed - that was going to make this whole situation even more uncomfortable.

“So what’s the occasion?” your mom asked with a smile as she put the lid back on the pot. You hated that you were about to ruin their good mood.

“Um…Mom, Dad, I have something I need to talk to you about.” You gestured between you and Steve. “Something we need to talk to you about.”

Your mom was instantly concerned, your dad suspicious. “What about?” she asked.

“You might want to sit down.”

That made their worry even worse. Your dad turned the TV off as you and Steve took a seat on the couch, your mom coming in to sit on her chair. “Okay…” she said, “should I be scared?”

“Yeah,” you admitted. Your dad reached over and grabbed her hand. You looked at Steve, who gave you a soft reassuring smile before grabbing your hand. He squeezed it, and you squeezed his back. You took a deep breath and looked back at your parents. The guilt ate at you. “I’m pregnant.”

There was only silence. Your mom covered her mouth with her free hand, tears coming to her eyes. Your dad looked dumbfounded, neither of them knowing what to say.

“And…Steve is the father?” your dad finally asked.

“Um…yes, sir,” Steve said, blushing furiously. Because wasn’t announcing a pregnancy basically telling people ‘hey, we had sex!’? There was only one way we got here.

“Oh, jesus,” your mom said.

“Are you intending to marry her?” your dad asked.

It went silent again.

“S-sorry?” Steve stuttered, his eyes wide.

Your dad looked angry now. “Are you planning to marry my daughter? Make an honest woman out of her?”

“I…I-“

You knew your dad was traditional, but you didn’t expect him to demand you get married. You were only 18. You and Steve weren’t even together.

“Dad, come on,” you said, pleaded. “Don’t do this. It’s humiliating.”

Your dad said your name sternly. “You don’t understand how serious of a situation this is, clearly. Your reputation is going to be drug through the mud. Both of you.” Your dad looked between you. Steve felt as if he was being scolded by his own father - no, that would be worse. “You need to get married. Be together for this child. I know the Harringtons can take care of you.”

“Dad!”

“Look, we’ll revisit this,” your mom said, drawing everyone’s attention. “What’s important right now is this baby. Do you have a doctor? Have you been going to appointments? Taking prenatals?”

“Yes, yes, and yes,” you said.

“No, I’m not done-“ your dad interrupted, but your mom cut him off.

“No more. You’re stressing her out. It’s bad for the baby.”

“Stressing her out?!”

“Steve,” your mom said, ignoring your dad entirely. Steve was grateful for the interruption. “Are you planning to stick around? Be a dad?”

“Of course,” he said instantly. No hesitation whatsoever.

Your mom smiled. “Good. That’s what matters. We can talk about marriage later.” 

Steve paled again.

“This is ridiculous,” your dad said. He stood, walking over to the phone on the wall. He angrily dialed a number, then pressed the phone to his ear.

“Dad…?” you said, dreading whatever he was about to do. “Who are you calling?”

He ignored you. Then, finally- “Mr. Harrington!” he greeted the man on the other line.

Steve looked as if he might pass out. You gripped his hand tighter. “Dad, don’t do this. Please don’t do it like this.”

“Mr. Harrington,” he said into the phone. “Did you know your son is at my house? With my daughter?” A pause. “Yes. Well, apparently, we’re going to be in laws.”

You closed your eyes, the embarrassment and dread physically painful. Steve was nervously bouncing his leg so hard the whole couch was shaking. Your mom stood up, trying to talk some sense into your father, but the damage had already been done.

Your dad held the phone out towards Steve. “He wants to talk to you, son.”

Steve walked over to take the phone like he was walking to his own execution. His hand was shaking as he took it from your father’s hand, then held it to his ear. “…Dad?” He held the phone away from his ear as you could hear the man screaming from where you sat across the room.

“Dad, listen…I-yes, I did, but it-…yeah, I was seeing Nancy. It’s a long story. I-…she’s not a-…okay. Yeah. Okay. See you at home. Yeah. Bye.”

Steve hung up the phone, looking completely dejected. This had gone way worse than you expected. Steve was horrified. You felt guilty once again, that you were putting Steve through this and that you had let your parents down. They didn’t even know about the whole Nancy’s boyfriend thing yet.

“I gotta go,” Steve said to you, looking apologetic and sad. He put his hand on your upper arm, thumb caressing it over the material of your sweatshirt. Then, surprising you, he put his hand on your belly. He smiled down at it affectionately. “Bye, lil’ nugget.” He looked at you again. “See you tomorrow.”

Even with Steve gone, the tension in the room was still high. Your mom was looking at you like she couldn’t believe her baby girl was doing things like having sex and getting pregnant. Your dad looked at you like you’d disappointed him greatly. You didn’t know which was worse.

“Why don’t you go upstairs and freshen up for dinner,” your mom finally said, forcing a kind smile onto her face.

“Okay,” you said. You were grateful for the excuse to get out of this room. You hurried up the steps, heading into your bathroom to pee for the millionth time that day and then take a shower. You stared at your body in the mirror when you got undressed - it was weird, the changes it was going through. You looked so different already, and it wasn’t even halfway through yet. Almost, though. That thought was terrifying. 

After your shower you blow dried your hair, then walked into your bedroom wrapped in a towel. You collapsed back onto your bed. Your back hurt, your feet hurt, and you still weren’t even that big yet. God, how embarrassing will it be to go through graduation super pregnant? You hadn’t even thought of that. The whole school watching you knowing what you did. And Hawkins was small. This would follow you forever.

You dressed in a t-shirt and comfy pants, brushing your hair out and doing something with it. You didn’t have the energy to put in much effort. You didn’t even put on any makeup before you went downstairs, taking a seat at the table and putting a serving on your plate. It was still tense, like you’d interrupted a heated conversation. You didn’t want to put stress on your parents’ marriage, too. You had already caused so much collateral damage.

After dinner, you waited. And waited. And waited. Finally, just as you were starting to doze off, the phone next to your bed rang. You snatched it off the receiver so fast it barely had time to make a sound.

“Steve?” you said quickly, praying it was him and that he was alright.

“Hey,” he said, his familiar voice bringing you a weird sense of peace. “Are you okay?”

“Me?” You couldn’t believe Steve was worried about you first amidst all of this. “Are you okay?”

He sighed deeply. “Yeah. My dad is pissed. Both my parents are furious.”

“Oh,” you said. “I’m so sorry, Steve.”

“Hey, it’s okay. It’s not your fault. But, uh…they want to meet you.”

You froze. “They want to meet me?”

“Well, yeah. You’re having their grandchild.”

When he put it like that, it sounded so much bigger. You put a hand on your stomach, rubbing in circles around it. “Okay. We can do that.”

“It’s not just to yell at you, I promise,” he said with a slight chuckle. “They got that out of their system with me tonight I think. They just want to know you. They want to be involved with the baby.”

“Okay,��� you said again. “Um…when?”

“Friday maybe?” he asked. “You can ride home with me after school.”

“Alright.” It was quiet again for a while. “I’m glad you’re okay, Steve. How are you feeling with the whole…Nancy stuff?”

He sighed. “It sucks. I’m not gonna lie to you. I miss her. I miss her, like, a lot. She won’t even look at me. It hurts.”

You felt terrible. “Steve, I’m so sorry. This is such a mess.”

“Yeah, it is.” You could almost hear a smile in his voice when he spoke again. “But it’s not all bad. I’m…kind of excited to be a dad.”

Your eyebrows flew up. “Really?”

“Yeah. I always wanted to be a dad.” A beat of silence. “It’s earlier than I wanted, sure, and I’m not even sure what we’re going to do, but I know that we’re having this baby and I’m going to love them and be the best dad. Better than my dad.”

His speech made you feel fuzzy inside, your heart beating hard in your chest. You hadn’t thought about the good parts yet. You’d been too stressed with Nancy, Barb, your parents, Steve’s parents, college…maybe being a mom wouldn’t be so bad.

“You gonna coach little league?” you asked, smiling. You felt giddy, like a teenage girl kicking her feet and talking to her crush. Only, you didn’t have feelings for Steve like that.

“Oh, yeah,” he laughed. “I am! I’m looking forward to it. I played baseball, basketball, I was the captain of the swim team…”

“Wow. I knew you were a jock, but I didn’t know you played so many sports.”

“Good at them, too.” The pride was evident in his voice.

“Are we gonna have a little sports prodigy?”

“God, I hope so.”

You laughed. Steve made you feel a way you truly didn’t understand. It was like butterflies in your stomach, goosebumps on your skin. You remembered what it felt like to kiss him, to-

“What if they’re more like me?” you asked. “Will you be disappointed?”

“Like you?” he said. “What, smart as hell? No, of course I wouldn’t be disappointed. I’d be so proud to have a genius kid.”

“Genius?” you laughed. “I am not a genius.”

“You’re super smart.” A pause. “Our baby would be lucky to be like you.”

Your heart beat harder. “Steve-“

“Oh, shit. I gotta go. My parents grounded me and put me on a curfew.” He scoffed. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow.” When you heard the click of him hanging up the phone, you felt disappointed. Like you missed him immediately. Your fingers itched to call him back.

You made yourself turn off the lights and get into bed instead. Your head was plagued with thoughts of Steve. You couldn’t think of anything else. You had visions of him holding a newborn baby, playing with a rambunctious toddler, playing baseball with a kid, smiling with a teenager. You had a whole life ahead of you with Steve. You, Steve, and your baby.

You wondered if it would be a boy or a girl. You didn’t know if you had a preference one way or the other. As cliche as it was, you just wanted a healthy baby. You felt like you needed to grow up fast now. It wasn’t just you you had to worry about, you had to think of this baby all the time now, first.

You thought you liked being pregnant. It felt nice to carry the baby with you, to be so impossibly close to them, having them inside where they’re safe. Despite the morning sickness (which had thankfully come to an end), you would maybe miss being pregnant after having the baby.

You drifted off eventually to those thoughts- feeling content.

sorry i forgot the taglist!!

@crispystarfishhottub @luveediary @that-daughter-of-hephaestus @melaninjhs

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

Each piece of writing on this masterlist is set in the fratboy!jaehyun universe set up in chronological order of when things happen within the universe. Enjoy!!

updated April 7, 2025 most recently added fics are in bold!

/fics/

when the fratboy falls

Jaehyun is a fratboy with a notorious reputation for being a playboy, you have never heard of him. surely, he can use tutoring as an excuse to get close to you, right? OR the origin of it all

when the party's over

it was only a matter of time until this conversation came up. Jaehyun only wishes he were better at putting his feelings into words before the conversation went down

the after party

PART 2- Jaehyun realizes he’s going to need to put some real work in to try to win you back. What, he didn’t really think it would be easy to win you back, did he?

women in male fields

you’re fully aware you’re dating a reformed fuckboy/fratiest fratboy to exist but that doesn’t mean he can get away with acting like a douche without a taste of his own medicine… OR the 3 times sweetheart finds herself acting like a fuckboy and the 1 time Jaehyun calls her out

/timestamps and one-shots/

[10:14 pm]- fratboy!Jaehyun is really nervous to have you attend a frat party now that he’s sure he likes you

[11:14 pm]- it's hard to forget that Jaehyun is a reformed fuckboy when you hear his old partners talk about what he's like in bed

he's harmless- you join the frat for a night in playing truth or dare... you get paid to kiss someone and it's not Jaehyun...

[4:22pm]- Jaehyun can't stand watching some loser flirt with you... why aren't you doing anything about it?

[6:18 pm]- you meet Jaehyun's ex and try not to be jealous, but damn, she's like really pretty

-when the party's over happens about here- -the after party happens here-

[7:37 pm]- fratboy!Jaehyun makes you mad and is uncharacteristically lovey dovey which is also weird for his frat brothers to see

[10:04 pm]- fratboy!Jaehyun leaves a party to go take care of his girl

[6:14 pm]- fratboy!Jaehyun teaches you how to drive

[10:16 pm]- fratboy!Jaehyun keeps using awful holiday pick up lines on you... unfortunately they work

[7:06 pm]- Fratboy!Jaehyun mixed up the times for the frat formal so you have to rush to get ready. Luckily, Jaehyun’s there to help even though he’s never done it before

[2:49 am]- Fratboy!Jaehyun- Sleeping at the frat house is always an adventure- wait, is someone having sex right now?!

[1:44 pm]- fratboy!Jaehyun gets jealous when he wakes up to find you spending time with someone else instead of him

[4:19 pm]- fratboy!Jaehyun comforts you when you have a bad day

I like(?) Haechan- you and Haechan are too close and Jaehyun finally admits that he's just a tiny bit jealous

[12:09 pm]- You just learned that one of Jaehyun's fratbros was cheating on one of your friends and Jaehyun knew...

[2:24 pm]- how can you focus on giving Jaehyun's directions when he looks so damn good behind the wheel?

[5:11 pm]- Since when did the guys become comfortable enough to enter the bathroom while you were showering? Actually, when did you become comfortable to shower at the frat house at all??

/tiktoks/

best brother ever- you do the “best brother ever” prank on fratboy!Jaehyun- he hates it

marrying ice cream- you do the “calling your boyfriend your husband prank” on your boyfriend

smudged kisses- you do the "messed up lipstick" trend with your boyfriend

no one would hear you scream- you do the "no one would hear you scream" prank on your boyfriend while on a hike with the frat

grwm while I...- Jaehyun decides to pull a prank on you. It backfires.

my boyfriend ranks...- you use the physical affection filter with Jaehyun and he ranks them

anyone could walk in on us...- you do the "pretending to give my boyfriend head" prank on your boyfriend

tell me you love me or else- you do the "hanging up on my boyfriend without saying I love you" on your boyfriend

a boy who's jacked and kind- you do the "a boy who's jacked and kind" trend with your boyfriend

we listen and we don't judge- you do the "we listen and we don't judge" trend with your boyfriend

don't smile...- you do the prank where you give Jaehyun a note telling him not to smile and you'll give him head

MY Johnny- you do the prank where his best friend pays for your nails... or perhaps your best friend paid for them

what do you mean, he?- you do the "a guy waxed me" prank on your boyfriend

what does your cup say?- you ask your barista friend to prank your boyfriend by writing a pick-up line on his cup

birthday spoiling- you do the trend where you hide sexy pics for your boyfriend to find on his birthday

bf ranks types of kisses- you use the types of kisses filter with Jaehyun and he ranks them

the booktok door trend- Jaehyun has a little peek into a book you left and decides to try something he read on you

/extras/

birthday smau for fratboy!Jaehyun

will you be my valentine?

Sweetheart's dynamic with the rest of the frat!

/alternate timeline/ /aka fratboy!Jae but not the MAIN fratboy!Jae/

[9:35 pm]- you and fratboy!Jaehyun have been keeping your relationship under wraps until now...

how do you say...- you ask your boyfriend how to say certain things in Korean... why do they sound so flirty?

[rafeyscumangel]

ditzy doll reader gets upset when Rafe doesn't give her enough attention and talks with jj at a party to make him mad and finally pay attention to her

lowk something she’d do when she gets super desperate for any form of attention… also wasn’t sure if you wanted this smutty but it kinda seemed like it so heh i hope you don’t mine

Rafe eyed you, who was trotting around at the party in a small small mini skirt with a hunky belt clearly from the 2000s and a pathetic excuse of a pink tube top covering the bare minimum of your breasts. Tan marks emphasizing the shape of your breasts. Your arm clung around that damned pogue JJ Maybanks’s arm. Body pushed obnoxiously up close against him. Rafe- while seeming relatively unbothered, was simmering with both jealousy and anger under the surface, and you knew it too. You saw the way his lips were in more of a line than usual and the way his jaw continuously clenched, and lastly lets not forget the way the veins in his arm were popping out more than they naturally did.

Rafe knew you were frustrated at him because he’s been busy with stuff, not being able to be at your beck and call as you pleased. Usually, you wouldn’t be too upset, and definitely wouldn’t pull this shit. Perhaps that silly little head of yours got too far ahead of itself because of Rafes softer behaviour as of late, as it does every once in a while, which always ends up with you in the same position: Draped over his lap on your stomach, shorts or pants long gone or in the instance you’re wearing a skirt, it’s pushed up. Panties pulled down just enough to expose your pretty pussy or completely torn off.

Which is your exact, current position. A loud smack echoing off the walls of the empty bed room and mixing with the background noise of blaring music and drunk college students. You jumped up in your spot on his thighs, whining into the mattress that you buried your head into. “‘M sorry-“ You said as Rafe’s hand ran soothingly around where he just smacked.

“Sorry?” He questioned before raising his hand and placing four consecutive slaps on each one of your ass cheeks, eliciting high pitched, pained squeaks to leave you as you clutched the sheets of the bed tighter. “‘Cause my pussy be saying a different story baby, s’it saying you liking this shit instead of feeling sorry.” He doubted your words as his hand moved down to run along your folds and down to the wet patch on his leg, all of the wetness your arousal. His middle finger rubbing tight, small circles on your clit. “Maybe since you still feel like lying to me i should just stop bringing you to all those Sabrina concerts, aye? what about that baby?”

You gasped at his harsh and threatening words, quickly shaking your head while using every ounce of resistance you had in you to not moan and prove his point. “No! please daddy, i mean it! s’i’ll never talk or touch JJ like that again! swear.” You begged and attempted to convince Rafe. You could feel his cock twitch in his shorts on your tummy, biting back a moan at the thought of his big cock that always splits you open, especially when he’s in a bad mood like this.

“Yeah? you promise?” He asked, soothing your ass with his hand still covered in your own arousal. You frantically nodded as you kicked your feet slightly, body relaxing a bit more at his soothing touch, somehow missing the underlying hint of mockery and planning that was present.

And suddenly Rafe was pulling your underwear up and skirt down. Smoothing the wrinkles of your skirt before he patted your behind. You looked up at Rafe confused as you sat up onto lap.

Rafe grinned at your confused expression, lifting you off his leg and to stand, him standing up after you. “Why you lookin at me like that baby? Said you were sorry so i stopped the punishment.” He said with faux confusion before adding in a lower tone: “Unless you were lying to me?” His tone held a hint of both mockery, amusement and completely laced with control.

You pouted slightly but shook your head no, not in the mood for an even harsher punishment just because you lied to him- and you couldn’t possibly risk your precious concert dates, “Good, then let’s go join the party yeah?” So you simply let him wrap an arm around your waist and pull you towards the door. grabbing his beer off the night stand. He took a swig and looked down at you. Big ass knowing grin on his face at your belief that you actually tricked him and your pout of disappointment. Ditzy lil you having no idea of what’ll happen when you twos get home alone <3

⟡ ݁₊ . written by sarahsangelicdoll, 2024 on tumblr! © do not repost on any third party website or repost as yours

⟡ ݁₊ . sorry for this being so late… love you anon love 💞

[miley1442111]

Heyyyy are you still requests?? If yes..................

Last night i relived a painful memory when a loved person told me to shut up in front of our friend group and it was so humiliating and overwhelming, i went dead silent for the rest of the month but still played cool with everyone and everyone knew i was destroyed, wasnt leaving home that much yet and the person who told me to shut up was going trough some shit (ON THAT DAY) and actually never apologized...

SO SORRY FOR THE VENT BUT IT WAS NECESSARY FOR THE PLOT I SWEAR.

What if the reader is the one being told to shut up by none other than RAFE CAMERON who is a very close friend and he told the reader to shut up out loud in the middle of a party in front of your friend group (Kelce and Topper) and the reader also play it cool but it collapse at themself like a dying star and all their light is sucked by the black hole it became. But unlike real life, Rafe doesnt need people telling him he fucked up and he felt terrible and a few weeks later he sees reader on a party, unusually quiet, being dragged by their friends around trying to cheer reader up and the reader still trying to play it cool but the damage was showing and maybe Rafe take the chance to approach you but he doesnt know what to say or what to do so he acts like nothing happened?? IM SORRY THIS IS SO CONFUNSING I JUST WOKE UP AND I HAD TO WRITE THAT BEFORE THE MEMORY FADED. Sorry if i made you feel uncomfortable, just ignore it if you didn like ittt!! I love your writting btw i'll never forget that one ask i did and you answered about Rafe choosing between reader and a lover!!!!

and ask 2:

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talking too much- r.cameron

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a/n: HELLO to the both of you! thank you two so much for requesting, and very sorry that this happened to you :( I'd let you talk my ear off about anything any time :) (ps, great song choice)

pairing: rafe cameron x fem! reader

summary: i suggest you look at the requests

warnings: reader kind of loses her spark, rafe is a confused and stressed asshole, reader becomes very insecure, feelings of not being good enough, rafe gets very stressed at the end (i think that's it?)

not entirely proofread

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It was finally nearing the end of June and you were planning your 4th of July party with your friends. Topper, Kelce, Rafe, you, Sarah, and a few of your other friends sat around the table, thinking up ideas for what parties to drop into, and what you were going to wear, etc. You were excited, that was no crime. You’d always been the most excitable in the group, it was just part of your bubbly personality, there was no issue with it. No one had ever been more than a little irritated with it before, no big deal. You’d just apologise and remember to tone it down for those people, but your closest friends weren’t those people. Your closest friends liked your personality, your closest friends liked you. It didn’t matter how loud you were. 

“And then I guess we’ll-”

“God, do you ever shut the fuck up?” Rafe cursed.

The room went silent. You stood still, frozen as people’s eyes turned to you. Sarah offered a look of sympathy, she knew how much you valued Rafe’s opinion, especially since you had a slight crush on him. You felt yourself recoil. How could he be so rude? All you were doing was giving ideas to the group, it’s not like anyone else was trying to speak much, and Rafe definitely wasn’t adding to the conversation. At least, he hadn’t been for the past hour, just sitting in the corner with his leg bouncing and that stupid vein protruding from his stupid neck. You slumped back in your chair, embarrassment filling your mind as you thought over every other interaction with him and the group. Were you annoying? Did they all actually hate you? 

“I don’t hear you talking much Rafe,” Sarah shot back. “Something to say?”

Rafe rolled his eyes. “Fuck off Sarah,” he scoffed and waited for you to bounce back and start speaking again. You didn’t. He looked up as the group started speaking again, going off of all the plans you’d started. You were just sitting there, on your phone. 

You just waited until someone actually asked you a question to give your input, and even then all you said was; “Sounds good.”

He’d fucked up. Big time. 

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It had been a week since ‘the incident’, and Rafe hadn’t seen you. He felt awful, absolutely disgraced after what he’d said. He was stressed, it was a bad moment, and he took it out on you. He was sorry. But how was he supposed to tell you that? How was he supposed to explain how sorry he was, explain that he was just stressed? How would you believe him? You two had never been the closest in the friend group, not to say you two didn’t speak, but you two weren’t exactly attached at the hip like you were with Sarah, or Kelce. All you’d ever been to him was nice, not something he was sure he deserved, but he appreciated it all the same. 

How could he get back to that?

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“Come on, it’ll be fun!” Sarah begged over the phone. 

“I’m tired, I was working all day-”

“Come on, you’ve been dodging all week! 4th of July is coming up, I don’t want to hang out with Kelce and Top without you,” she whined, 

“I’ll be there for the 4th, I’m just busy right now,” you sighed. “I promise I’m ok,” you lied. 

“If you’re staying home because of what Rafe said, I’ll kill him,” she swore. 

“I don’t give a shit about what Rafe said,” lie. “I’m just busy, promise.”

Sarah sighed. “Alright, see you on the 4th!”

And with that, you hung up. The last week had been one long pity-party that made you feel even worse about yourself, deciding that your friends were better off without you, especially when you can’t even bounce back from one tiny insignificant comment from one random guy. That’s what you thought anyway. But now, you had 3 days before the 4th, and you weren’t sure how you were going to get the courage to face any of them. 

Not that they hadn’t reached out. Everyone who was there (aside from Rafe) had called or texted to ask if you were ok, and apologised for not saying anything. Kelce had felt the worst, since he was supposed to be your best friend, and he hadn’t said anything. You brushed them off, promising them it was fine, promising them you were fine. They barely believed you, but you somehow convinced them that you were busy. You told half of them that you were packing for your move, and the other half that you had gotten a job at your mom’s company. I mean, technically you were a few weeks out from moving away and you should be packing, and technically you did just get a job at your moms’ company (managing the online presence and doing admin work), but really both those jobs were easy. You could’ve done them for a few hours, then seen your friends. But you didn't want to. You didn’t want to feel like a burden. 

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The day of the 4th rolled around and Sarah picked you up with all the girls in the group in her car. You looked gorgeous in your short red dress, at least that’s what Sarah told you. You kept your mouth shut as the girls gossiped and sang along to songs, only interjecting when truly necessary. When you got to the beach, you managed to break away from the girls and get a drink, standing alone as you watched the night go by. You liked people watching, you found it interesting to see the small micro-expressions on peoples faces, the snippets of their conversations, and everything in between. 

“Hi,” Rafe smiled softly. He was in front of you, blocking your view of the people you were looking at. 

“Hi,” you answered meekly. 

He stood there for a moment as you tried to look over his shoulder, but the group were gone. You sighed in defeat and turned around to pour yourself another drink. 

“How are you?” he asked. 

“Fine thanks,” you answered. “You?”

“Good, fine… yeah,” the awkwardness in his voice almost made you physically cringe. “I haven’t seen you in a while.”

“It’s been like a week?” you questioned. In the past week, Rafe had realised how much he missed you, and how much you added to the group. He missed how you brightened up everyone, how you kept the peace by being close with almost everyone, how you made him laugh. 

“What have you been up to?” He scratched the back of his neck, his nerves almost getting the better of him, almost making him turn around and not do this. Almost.

“Not much. Working, packing, usual stuff,” you shrugged. 

Rafe’s expression faltered. “Packing?”

“I’m moving in a few weeks,” you explained. “So you won't see me for a while.”

No. No. No. No. No. No. No. 

Absolutely not. 

Rafe felt his stomach sink. “Why?”

“‘Why’ what Rafe?” you asked, genuinely confused. Why, out of all people, would he care?

“Where?”

“Just main-land, but a bit further into the city so I’m moving schools,” you shrugged.

“But it’s our senior year?”

“Yeah? And?”

“We all said we’d do it together, remember?”

“It wasn’t my choice to move,” you scoffed. “And also, why are you acting like this is new information? Tonight is my ‘last hurrah’ get-together. We’re doing the stupid sleepover.”

“W-what?”

“We didn’t invite you,” Sarah butted in. “You were a dick, now you reap the consequences.”

You rolled your eyes at the shocked look on Rafe’s face. “Night Rafe, see you around.”

Rafe stood frozen as you walked away, shocked. Had he really not been listening for so long? Had he really missed that? You were moving, you were gone. And there was nothing he could do about it. 

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navigation for my blog :) (criminal minds, obx, the bear, marvel, top gun, the hunger games, challengers :)

[milessunflowers]

Hiii I have been meaning to request with you but I keep forgetting (adhd suck sometimes) anyway I have had a strange hyperfixation on hockey (I live in a country where ice hockey isn't a thing so i have to watch from my websites) anyway could I get a franco x hockey player trans!reader where like franco is just supporting them though out a few games and stuff totally cool if not and am I able to grab the

🍄 anon?

FRANCO AND HOCKEY PLAYER READER YES YES YES YES YES i love franco and hockey and think abt the video of him on the ice during last seasons lv gp and it's literally my favorite!! so much inspiration for this!

franco colapinto x trans!hockey player!reader

synopsis: franco lives out his wag dreams with his hockey player boyfriend

author's note: mushroom anon, you have spoken my language. i love franco and hockey so mushing the two together really sparked creativity. this is more going to be like headcanons if thats alright! there are just so many ideas and like i couldn't just put it into one fic (maybe i should write a multi part fic of franco being a hockey wag lmk what yall think). like always, feel free to request! i might have gotten a bit carried away but its okay bc franco <3

when he can finally attend your games, he is over the moon excited

goes all out with like dressing in a jersey with your number, face paint, everything

he is 1000% the loudest out of everyone in the stadium

depending on your role (e.g. enforcer) he'll cheer even louder if you get into a fight

he definitely doesn't find it to be hot and sexy

absolutely loves watching you celebrate if you get a goal (but if you're a goalie, it makes him happy when your team celebrates you)

goes all out when you win a game

full on party mode

like balloons and everything

and if you don't win a game, he still will celebrate you (do with that as you please)

lots of hugs and kisses when you leave the locker room

your teammates find you guys adorable (if not a tad bit annoying)

your teammates are also totally chill about you being trans

they think you're the coolest

franco thinks you are the coolest

during the las vegas gp when he's invited to the rink, he is so excited

tries to show off but absolutely fails and falls on his ass

you tease him relentlessly for it afterward

he pouts and so you make it up to him (also do with that as you please)

every time he was the chance to go to one of your games, he takes advantage of it

just like when you can make it to his races

when he's at the rink, he isn't formula one driver franco, no he's full on wag mode

even if he is shown up on the jumbo screen or anywhere else, he is known as your boyfriend

he lives it up to the fullest because it takes the pressure off of him in a weird way

if anyone asks, he loves hockey more than f1

he's insane when watching you

literally your number one fan

and vice versa

you are his number one fan

when either one of you have an event, plus one immediately

so lovesick that you can spot the heart-eyes from space

when given the chance during your interviews, you bring him up

you guys just are so supportive of each other and love each other, people wouldn't be surprised if you guys got secretly married during the las vegas gp

TAGS! (if you would like to be added, lmk!)

@op-81-lvr-reblogs, @koalapastries, @justaf1girl, @ghostking4m, @spoonfulofmilo

[a-fellow-stay]

When the party ends

+☆+━･━･━ + ━･━♬ ┓

Pairing: Royalty!Bangchan x Royalty!Reader

Summary: It was your sister’s wedding with Prince Felix of the Wolf Kingdom, securing the friendship between the two kingdoms. However, on this joyous occasion, as much as you wanted to be cheery, you simply couldn’t, because this could’ve been your happy ending with the love of your life. Barring the responsibilities of being the crown princess, your father couldn’t risk letting you flowing around on love island and forgetting about your duties. Two years of being separated from your lover, you finally meet again when you were accidentally partnered during the dance at the after-party. But for the sake of his safety and to protect your heart from further damage, you made up a choice, hoping it’s the right move. But sometimes, things never go as planned.

Genre: Angst without a happy ending(?), slight fluff

Word count: 2.3k

Warning: Written in 1st person pov, slight cliffhanger, flashbacks, takes place (in my mind) at around medieval periods, NOT proofread (if you find any mistakes pls let me know) *If there’s anything I missed pls lmk as well*

A/n: Yippee my second work, kinda got into a writer’s block, but mentally? I had the ideas but not the words nor the motivation. But I was listening to “When the party ends” by Max Allais and it suddenly triggered a thought and then it became a plot and well I ended up with this. It’s kinda all over the place Cus I just wrote whatever felt right and whatever came to mind. In the middle of writing, I added bits and pieces inspired by “Unfair” by Felix and “Would you fall in love with me again” by Jorge Rivera-Herrans from Epic. Idk why but I thought about it being in a medieval period. Of course, I paired the strong-headed chan with another oldest sibling cus why not. I’m thinking on whether or not I should make a version for Chan’s pov, I also decided to leave this kinda like a cliffhanger. So you can decide whether the story ends here, or if it will continue on. I might plan to write a part 2 with a hea, but that depends on whether I have the motivation to write it. In the meantime, enjoy this weird concoction that’s made up of random ideas I had. Have fun!

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‘Dun da-da-dun, dun da-da-dun’ The Organ echos loudly in the church. Far ahead down the aisle, the grand doors open. “Princess f/n of the Miroh kingdom.” Looking elegant as ever, with her mesmerising eyes and perfect curls sitting on top of her head, my sister walks down the aisle with a wide smile on her face. She walks up towards the altar with her train following behind her as she stands next to her soon-to-be husband, prince Felix of the Wolf kingdom. An aching feeling starts to bloom deep inside of my chest. As they were exchanging their vows, a familiar voice reaches my ears. “My apologies but are you alright?” I turn to the source of the voice, an even more familiar face enters my view. I look at him dumbfounded, he chuckles slightly and hands me a handkerchief. “Here, you’re crying. Or did something get in your eyes again.” I look down at the handkerchief handed out towards me, the initials “S.CB” stitched onto it. “Changbin.” I laugh out quietly, feigning annoyance, as I wipe away the tear that fell. “Ah, the crown princess remembers me. It surely is an honour.” He jokes. “How could I forget when you were always in my way getting to the prince, stating that you were doing your job.” I shoot back. He smiles slightly, “Guess crying still doesn’t take away your sass, good to know. Well, um. How, how’ve you been?” I turn my head back towards the couple in front of me as they exchange their rings. “Could be worse.” I reply as the crowd erupts into cheers and applause. I look around, hoping to see the face I’ve been looking for. But before I could even process the people in front of me, I’m grabbed by my father to greet the guests.

At the after-party, I’ve been shoved around greeting guests, thanking blessings, having dances. I was having a dance with Hyunjin, the prince from the Clé kingdom when the music swapped and dance partners were being switched. As I was spun around, a presence I’ve longed for came behind me, the cologne I could never get enough of wrapped around me, the arm that always radiated warmth wrapped around my waist, the familiar head of curls entered my view from the corner of my eye. “Y/n?” The voice of the man whispered as he spun me around to face him. I place my hands on his chest out of habit as I slowly raised my head. “Chan.” I breathed out. He froze, I stilled. And just like that, time seemed to freeze around us as we stepped into a familiar routine of steps. The world seemed to have blurred around me as I was sucked into the past.

‘Clack, clack, clack’ the fire burned in the fireplace in the background, the small ballroom empty of people except for me and the love of my life. Chan, the crown prince of the Wolf kingdom. “May I have the honour of your first dance, m’lady?” He bows with an arm stretched out, his eyebrows slightly raised as he stared as me. I laughed, swatting his arm away. “You wish.” As I spun away from him. He let out a dramatic gasps and he paced towards me with big glides. His arms wrapped around my waist tightly as he caught up with me. “Gotcha little one. Thought you could run away from the wolf huh.” He tightened his grip on me and lay his head gently on my shoulder while I stared back down at him, chuckling slightly at his tactics. “You’re a weird one, mr. big bad wolf.” He laughed loudly, his head tipping back slightly before landing back on my shoulder. “Well, little red riding hood. Let me ask you again. May I have the honour of having the first dance of the crown princess of Miroh?” I pretended to be deep in thought, before I abruptly turned in his grasp and slid my arms around his neck. “You may. In fact, have every one of her dances for the rest of her life.” His breath hitched. “I-“ He pause, his brows raised in disbelief. “Not so mouthy now? Mr. Big Bad Wolf.” I laughed again at his flustered face. “You-you really mean that?” He stared deep into my eyes, as if looking for any signs that this is a joke. His eyes widened when he realised I wasn’t joking around. An audible gasp left his mouth again as one of his hands moved to cover his mouth. “I meant every word, your royal highness. Now, will you keep this princess waiting or should she run away and never to be seen again.” His arms tightened as he pulled me flushed up against his chest, his heart beating wildly under my ears. “Never.”

A sudden tug on my side pulled me back into the moment, I looked back up at Chan. He looked slightly different from the last time I saw him. His hair grew longer, his build bigger, his eyes tired, as if the world weighed heavily on his shoulders. “Y/n, is this really you? Or am I dreaming. Please tell me I’m not dreaming.” He voice wavered slightly, his hold tightened, as if I were to evaporate into thin air if he held me any looser. “How could I not be here, it’s my sister’s wedding with your brother after all. I believe I’m obliged to attend, as much as I wished not to.” It wasn’t that I wasn’t happy for my sister, I knew how much they liked each other. I just wish it was a bit different. I look away, my eyes landing on the happy couple dancing in the middle of the room, having the time of their lives. Chan follows my gaze as I watch them with a heavy heart, he lets out a sigh. “They, they look happy. They sure remind me of..” He trails off, his voice neutral. But I knew better, I could hear the sadness behind his mask. He didn’t have to finish the sentence for the both of us to understand. The scenery in front of us reminded him of us. Of how we used to be. “That would’ve, no. Could’ve been us.” I whispered to no one in particular as the harsh wordings of my father echo in my mind.

“NO. This is final young lady. Where are your manners. Your mother and l taught you better than this.” My father’s voice boomed. “But why father? Why can’t I simply marry Chris. Our kingdoms would still be able to form a friendship and I could be with the man I love! That’s killing two birds with one stone!” I shot back, desperate for my father to understand my point. “Y/F/N, you have responsibilities and duties as the crown princess. The kingdom will fall into your hands one day. I cannot let you go around and marrying you off when you are not mature enough. I cannot let you spend all of your time being lovesick when you do not have the maturity to balance your duties and feelings. I will not repeat myself again. I have already signed a treaty with the king of the Wolf kingdom that states that your sister will be the one marrying into their kingdom with prince Felix in two years time. As she doesn’t have as much duties on her back that needs to be focused on. You’ve had your fun, now it’s time to head back to your duties you’ve abandoned.” I walk towards him, needing to stand my ground. “Father, I’m 21 years old. I’ve spent my entire life learning and preparing to rule the kingdom. How am I still not mature enough? You told me before that l should have someone by my side to rule the kingdom. Someone who will have my back and pull me from the tide when things get rough. Chris can do that. He is more than capable of ruling the kingdom alongside me. Our kingdoms. How is that-“ “ENOUGH! Prince Chris is capable, I’m sure of that. But I also know that you’re his soft spot y/n. But as much as this could be his strength, you could also be his weakness. A fatal one at that. Think about it again y/n. This is for the best as of this moment. Seungmin, take the princess back to her chambers. I’ve said enough.”

“Hey, come back to me. Focus on your breathing love, don’t hold your breath.” Chan says while gently wiping away the tears that have fallen unbeknownst to me with the pad of his thumb. “Come on love, breathe in. Breathe out.” I huff out the breath I didn’t even know I was holding. I buried my face into his chest as to muffle my sobs. “Shh, it’s ok. It will be alright.” He gently patted my head as we continued to sway to the music. He lowered his head, he lips brushing against the crown of my head. But he hesitates for a moment, before gently kissing my forehead. “I-l don’t want this to end. I wish we could just give up this life that we have and run away. Why are our lives so unfair, why can’t we be happy like them.” I sob into his chest as he takes in a deep breath. “We will figure it out. With them bringing our kingdoms even closer, I’m sure we can work this out. We have to.” He whispers the last part to himself, but I still caught on to it. The slight waver of his voice, the slight crack at the end suddenly makes him seem more vulnerable. I can’t help the slight crack of my heart. The once strong-headed, brave man he is was capable of having such a vulnerable side. ‘A weakness’, a voice echoed in my mind. A weakness, I repeated to myself in my mind. A weakness that could cause a hesitation that could possibly lead to his death on the battlefield. My heart shattered. I guess my father was right. I am his weakness, something that could cost his life in a moment of hesitation. I can’t have that. But how could I walk away from him when I’m finally in his arms again, after 2 years of being forced to be separated. After fighting with my inner turmoil, l came to a conclusion.

I have to, as much as it hurts. Because I don’t think I’ll have the heart nor the bravery to be the receiver of the news of his death on the battlefield because I was used as a bait. I take a deep inhale of his cologne before I reluctantly pull myself back from his chest. Hoping to engrave his scent into my memory, hoping to keep this warmth, this closure of being in his arms inside my memories. Because this could very well be the last time I’ll ever be this close with him. If I walk away now, we will become allies only, friends at most. The story of our love will be thrown away, hidden and locked away in a time capsule that holds possibly the happiest years of my life. If I walk away, I’ll just be the crown princess of Miroh, the sister of the wife of prince Felix of the Wolf kingdom. The allied princess in line to the throne alongside with the crown prince of the Wolf kingdom. As opposed to being his and the queen of our kingdoms combined. But even with higher powers than normal, I cannot control everything. Sometimes giving up your love for someone is for the better good, even if it breaks him and shatters you completely. “I-l have to.” I whisper to myself. “Hm? What was that. I’m sorry, I couldn’t catch it. Could you repeat it love?” He says as the symphony slows, the melody turning sorrowful. The irony. “I’m sorry.” “Why are you-“ I look into his eyes and kiss him as hard as I can, to convey the love, the fear, the sadness, everything I felt towards him into the kiss as the music dims and comes to an end. The dance partners separate and take their bows as I pull away. “I’m so sorry.” I sob as I use every strength that’s left in me to pull myself away from him. “What are you-“ I pull out of his grasp and run as fast as I could towards the forming crowd, away from where he stood, hoping to disappear. I could hear him calling my name in the distance, every instinct tells me that I should turn back around and run into his arms instead of away from him. But I keep running harder, I run as fast as I’m able to, rushing towards the door to the garden. I can’t breathe, my throat too tight, my chest hurts, my lungs burn from the lack of oxygen mixed with my sobs. I push open the doors and my knees buckle. I fall to the ground, sobbing, crying, screaming. Hoping that the higher ups could hear my desperation. On a day where the occasion was supposed to be happy, in the silent night where the moon shines brightly over my head. Where there’s bustling energy and soothing orchestral music playing in the ballroom. It feels as if my world ended, but I chose this. I just hope it’s the right choice.

But sometimes, things never go the way we thought it would. It may change for the better or for the worse. And somehow, as I hear the doors behind me open and my name being called by a voice that is unfamiliar yet I feel like I’ve heard it before. Maybe, just maybe, my life will finally take its turn. And that my story continues. But the question is, is it for the best, or for the worst.

-Tbc?-

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Well I sure hope you liked reading this one. If you have feedback or any feelings on this, lmk 🫵🏻 Anyways, hope you have a wonderful day! And maybe stay tuned for more? I’m not so sure. Hehe<3

-Lyn

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I fell in love with the fire long ago

I'm back for day 5 of @sjmromanceweek! This is another nessian princess x knight AU, and I'm also adding some forbidden love in there!

Summary: Cassian has loved the princess, Nesta Archeron, for as long as he can remember. So when he's tasked with delivering her to her wedding, he's prepared to suffer through it until Nesta is out of his reach once and for all.

All he knows is that it would only take one word from her to throw his loyalties into a raging fire.

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Chapter 1

Two Months Ago

“Will you dance with me?”

Nesta’s eyes flicked to his, intense silver fire focusing in on him like a predator lazily watching its prey.

“I didn’t think you knew how to do such a thing.”

“I’m not that much of an animal, princess.”

Her eyebrow lifted, an indication that he recognized as her being playful. “Really? It’s rumored that you sleep out with the dogs.”

Cassian couldn’t help his snort of laughter, and he extended his hand out to her, a silent question in his eyes.

And, to his surprise, Nesta took it. For perhaps a second longer than they should have, they stood there. Watching each other, like this moment was inevitable.

Their hands touching, at long last.

He closed his around hers, leading her to the dance floor right as the music started.

Never in a million years would he be able to keep up with her on the dance floor. He could only hold on, as Nesta became a spectacle that the crowd gathered to watch. He spun her around, and around, and around, until she almost laughed across from him. Her face had turned a pretty flushed pink, and not for the first time, Cassian found himself wondering if that pink extended down into her dress to the rest of her body.

Her purple dress floated as she turned, making her truly look like a goddess reborn. And here, for a single dance, she was all his.

It ended. All too soon, the dance was over, the final cadence concluding the song in a blissful harmony. 

She was breathing hard, and smiling at him. He’d been the one to bring joy to her face, and his heart involuntarily clenched at it.

“It’s hot in here,” she said, and he knew that she couldn’t fan at herself with her hands at risk of looking improper.

He had to restrain himself from looking at her chest as she breathed heavily, her front surely pressing against her bodice with every inhale. Instead, he extended an arm to her, his elbow bent for her to rest her hand inside.

“Come with me. I know somewhere you can cool off.”

It was years of trust that had her hooking her hand into his elbow, following where he led. He pulled her through the party, releasing her when they reached their destination: a private balcony overlooking the city beyond, the cooling air providing a respite from the crowded ballroom.

Nesta placed her hands on the railing of the balcony, leaning against the stone as she fell into a concerning quiet, that happiness gone almost as soon as it had appeared.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked.

Her hands tightened around the railing. “It’s nothing important.”

Everything about her was important.

He nudged her body with his own. “Tell me.”

She took another breath, then a second. “It’s hard to watch sometimes. This,” she said, gesturing outwards. “Knowing I will never get to see any of it.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, that my father is the king of an entire territory, and I have only ever seen a fraction of it. This place is just a drop in a bucket of the world, and even still, I haven’t seen it properly.”

The rules were different for her, he knew. While he could roam as he liked, going deep into the taverns and shops the city had to offer, it was a whole affair for Nesta just to walk down a single block.

“I’ve never even left the city gates,” she said, overlooking the sprawling streets below. Twinkling lights reflected back up at them, lamps and lanterns alike, all for the celebration happening inside. “My father promised me I could once, when I was younger. I think he figured I’d forget about it. But now, I doubt it will ever happen before I’m married. And after that…”

She didn’t need to say. Cassian was familiar. Maybe after she delivered a few heirs, whoever had been granted the luxury of calling her his wife would allow her the freedom to explore.

But it wasn’t guaranteed.

“I would take you,” he offered. In another world, in another life, he would take her anywhere she wished. He’d revel in her squeals as droplets of the ocean hit her face from the bow of a ship, ribbons fluttering behind her.

He looked over just in time to see the sad smile that spread across her lips. “I know you would.”

It happened again. Nesta touched him again, shifting her hand so it connected with his on the railing of the balcony. She didn’t stop him from interlacing their fingers, though her breath hitched from beside him as he did so.

He turned to her fully, and as if noticing his attention on her, Nesta did the same.

A stray hair had escaped from her pinned coronet, laying across her face. It had to give her a headache, he could only imagine, and he was tempted to just take those pins out one by one until she could sigh in relief.

She watched him, eyes wide as he brushed it off of her face and hooked it behind her ear. 

“I would do anything you asked of me,” he said.

He should have pulled his hand back. But he didn’t, instead moving his thumb over her cheek in a slow motion.

Her eyes fluttered shut, and he stroked the underside of her jaw before lifting her chin up further.

She started shaking, trembling before he could lean in any closer. Then her hand was on his, and perhaps rather foolishly he assumed it was in an embrace.

“We can’t,” she gasped, ripping his hand away. “You can’t touch me like that.”

Then the air was cool against his palm, removed from the gentle heat of her face.

“I–” The look Nesta gave him fractured into his very being. “I’m sorry.”

She fled from his side, pulling her arm away when he tried to reach for it.

“Nes–”

“You can’t,” she said again, firmly, leaving him on that balcony with only the barest trace of her perfume lingering in the air.

Deep in his gut, Cassian knew. He’d always known.

***

Present Day

The news caused a week-long celebration in the streets. Barrels of wine flowed into goblets, and Cassian was no exception—drinking more than he had in years, though he did it in the privacy of his own quarters.

Because he wasn’t celebrating. He hoped that the red liquid would numb his mind, until he could forget the joyous cause for the festivities.

A peace treaty, between the Archeron monarchs and the Vanserras in the Autumn lands. One that resulted in a betrothal between their eldests.

Nesta and Eris.

Cassian told himself that he didn’t care, that he knew this day was coming eventually. That the golden hair that streamed down her back like a spraying waterfall would never be his to touch. 

He knew. He’d known for years, if only in the back of his mind.

The summons came well past dawn, though Cassian’s headache was still splitting his head in two. Still, though, he dressed in his court finery and made himself look presentable, for he was to appear before the king himself.

He was likely being called to slay some monster terrorizing a border town, as he always was. He’d proven himself dependable, accepting mission after mission from the king until he’d earned the man’s undeniable trust.

Unbeknownst to him, however, the king had other plans. It was no beast that he was being summoned for.

When he entered the large throne room, meant for receiving guests, he kissed the ring on the king’s finger before falling to one knee on the marble floor.

“Your majesty,” he said, bowing his head in deference.

The man hummed, and Cassian could only assume he was appraising him from his throne. “Sir Cassian,” he said, shifting in his seat. “I’ve heard that you have not been seen for some time.”

Because he was getting wasted in his quarters. Because he wouldn’t let anyone see how much of a wreck he really was.

“My apologies. I am, of course, available for anything you require,” Cassian said, keeping his head lowered.

The king didn’t hesitate for a second. “My daughter is to be married. If I recall correctly, the two of you are acquainted.”

Every ounce of willpower went into preventing himself from breathing in sharply, or revealing any of his inner turmoil to the man who commanded him.

Acquainted. What a mockery.

Nesta Archeron was his princess. He’d sworn his fealty to her father, promising to protect the realm. Promising to serve him, and his family, until his dying breath.

And they were well more than fucking acquainted.

“I have heard,” Cassian forced himself to say. “My sincerest congratulations on the good news.”

“It is a cause for celebration, isn’t it?” the king chuckled, luckily not picking up on Cassian’s discomfort. “That’s why I called you here.”

Cassian shifted uncomfortably, unsure about where this conversation was going.

“I require my most loyal knight to lead the escort into Autumn territory.”

Dread filled his stomach, like a lead brick being dropped into the middle of the ocean. Escort Nesta. To her wedding.

Would he be forced to watch her walk down that aisle, too? Would he be forced to keep guard over her until she was tied to someone else?

He opened his mouth to refuse. But he couldn’t get the words out of his mouth; he couldn’t deny this even if it destroyed him not to. 

There was only one singular truth in his mind. One singular truth that was clear above the rest of it. Even if every part of his soul despised this, there was no one else Cassian trusted to watch over her. Deep down, he knew he wouldn’t settle until he knew she was protected somewhere.

So he would do it, at the expense of anything and everything. There was no other feasible option. 

He answered, trying his best not to sound resigned, “As you command.”

“I trust you will make my daughter’s safety your utmost priority,” the king said, not unkindly, but with a firm voice that left no room for negotiation. 

As if he would allow for anything else. “Of course, your majesty,” Cassian said, nodding his head once. “It is an honor.”

Well. It was supposed to be.

Cassian could remember the days when he was just a kid pulling on Nesta’s braids as he chased her around the castle. Her mother didn’t care for the display, and thus didn’t care for him, but at that age he didn’t care. He would’ve done anything to see that scowl gracing her features, and still would, if he was being honest.

But they’d grown up. Now, Cassian would trade ten of her scowls for one of her smiles. At some point, his loyalty had transformed into something deeper, something more dangerous.

He couldn’t put a word to it, lest his heart might get torn out of his chest more than it already was.

Nesta was always destined for great things—more than he could have ever provided. She was a princess, and her future would alter the course of nations. 

Two months ago, he thought that might not have mattered. It was before all of this, when a boyish part of him still thought he stood a chance—a common knight that was the lord of nowhere, only granted a relationship with her by pure luck. 

Two months ago, he thought there was a chance she might have felt the same. But he’d been rendered a complete fool. Ever since that day, they’d been cordial, and nothing more. Brief looks across the passageways, and even shorter words of acknowledgement when they crossed paths. The princess seemed content to keep her distance from him, forcing him to watch from afar.

It was her choice. He had to respect it, even if every bone in his body demanded otherwise.

It was easier if he reminded himself that Nesta Archeron felt nothing for him; that she’d taken one actual look at him and deemed him unworthy of her.

The king indicated for him to rise, and it didn’t take long after that to go over the specifications of the party. It was barely half an hour before they were finished.

“If that is all,” Cassian said, “I will start putting together the preparations.”

He barely registered the king’s words of dismissal, striding to the large, double doors at the end of the room and pushing them open.

Cassian spent the rest of the morning meticulously selecting the party of men that would travel with them. He picked men that he trusted—knights that he knew were loyal and would follow his command. Azriel and Rhys were among them, even though he knew Rhys would be nothing less than pissed at having to leave his flirtation with the youngest princess behind for a few weeks.

He could deal with it. Some things were more important, something that Rhys was well aware of, even if he and Nesta were often at odds with each other. 

Azriel and Rhys were part of the twenty armed guards he accounted for, which were enough to cover Nesta’s ladies and the servants that would attend to them. And with that, he took the plans he’d put together and made his way to the grand hallway, to speak with her at last.

***

Nesta always knew that she would be a bargaining chip in whatever grand plans her parents came up with. Growing up, she’d always assumed it would be her mother pulling the strings. That was until the bitter woman died in her sleep. Her father allowed her her freedom afterwards, for a time. 

But Nesta knew it would not last.

Her betrothal to Prince Eris did not come as a surprise. If her mother was still alive, this might be the moment she finally took Nesta’s face in her hands to tell her she was proud of her. Alas, she was dead in her grave, the words never uttered from her lips.

In just three days, she would leave this place behind to spend the rest of her days in a foreign land that she had never even visited. In just a month, she would be a stranger’s wife. His future queen. The mother of his heirs.

For her kingdom, she would do it. For the promise of peace.

Gwyn and Emerie flanked her on either side, speaking quietly amongst themselves about court gossip that they’d picked up that morning. Nesta listened in occasionally, but couldn’t find it in herself to chime in. She appreciated the upkeep in routine, though. Sure, her life was about to change in countless ways, but hearing her friends gossip behind her grounded her through it all.

Selfishly, she was glad they were coming with her. Even if it meant uprooting their lives to go to a foreign court, they’d agreed without question—the three of them having formed a bond that was deeper than blood.

They were returning from a stroll deep in the labyrinth of the gardens. Today was one of the last times she would see them, the sprawling lands partially the product of Elain’s handiwork over the years. The late summer sun had been warm, causing a slight layer of sweat to form beneath their day gowns. When that softer morning warmth shifted into an afternoon blaze of heat, they eventually ventured back inside to rest.

Up, up, up they went, around the spiral staircase that led to the tower of their quarters. It was something her father hadn’t denied her when she pushed and pushed him after her mother’s death. In fact, he’d hardly refused her anything, conceding to almost every one of her requests.

On this, though, she knew he would not budge. On this, she knew not to ask.

They reached the oak doors that distinguished her rooms in the hallway. Gwyn and Emerie’s were just down the corridor, on the other side of the tower such that they were close if she required anything.

“I would like an hour to myself,” she said softly to them, not yet reaching for the handle of the door.

A hand fell onto her shoulder. Emerie’s. “We’ll be in our rooms, if you need us,” she said, before the sound of footsteps behind her indicated that she had been left alone.

Nesta pushed open the doors, striding into her room with the intent of reading at the windowsill while she still could. 

And stopped short, at the sight that was waiting for her.

Sir Cassian’s eyes lifted to meet hers, his body in a relaxed posture where he drew all the attention in the room towards himself, like the large spheres of mass she’d read about in her science books. She wasn’t supposed to have them. It was blasphemy, as her mother would say. A lady, a princess, didn’t need to learn about such things.

She’d never cared, sneaking them in like contraband.

He sat on the long couch in the center of the room, his feet slung up on the table before it as he took a slow bite of the apple in his hand. “Afternoon, sweetheart.”

She wasn’t going to fall into his orbit.

She turned, shutting the door, before taking only a few steps closer. “Need I remind you how you’re to address me?”

It had been an oversight, letting the formalities drop as she had. He’d gotten too comfortable, had gotten too close, and now they were both paying for it.

She remembered that summer solstice night as well as he did. He wanted to kiss her, that much was clear, and she’d had one too many glasses of wine. She’d become used to letting her guard down around him. If she’d had just another drop, she might have let him close that distance.

You can’t touch me like that.

If her heart was her own to give, it might have been different. She prayed that he understood that when she broke away, but the hurt expression that haunted her mind for days afterwards told another story.

Years of trust, fractured in an instant. A guardedness had risen in him, a look that she hadn’t ever seen directed at her.

She had to do it. It was better for them both if she shot…anything down before he got in trouble for it. Secrets, especially amongst royals, could ruin lives. 

“Princess,” he said, his voice in a low drawl. He took another bite of his apple. His throat bobbed with his swallow, and Nesta forced her eyes to remain up on his face, not letting them lower. “I trust you had a spectacular morning.”

“What are you doing in my rooms?”

He motioned to the sprawling papers on the table in front of him, noticeably not in the same general vicinity of his feet. “I figured we should go over the details for our little trip.”

She stared at him blankly. “I don’t know what you mean, Sir Cassian.”

He paused mid-bite, lowering the apple from his mouth. “I assumed your father told you.”

“Then you wildly overestimate how much I speak with my father.”

They hadn’t spoken beyond that meeting over a week ago, when she’d taken his direction with her head held high. 

Eris Vanserra. She could live with Eris Vanserra. They’d met at a ball once, when the prince and his family were visiting. He wasn’t kind, but he hadn’t seemed cruel, either.

She could live with that.

“I’m to lead the escort to the prince’s lands.” He picked up one of the folders. “Hence, this.”

“You?” she blurted out.

He looked up, taking a brief pause before he said, “Yes, me.”

“No,” she said, quickly. Too quickly. Cassian’s slow blink was his only indication that he heard her. “Find someone else.”

Pain flashed across his face, just for a second before a quiet rage overtook it. “I am more than qualified. And if I recall correctly, I am quite skilled at keeping you out of trouble.”

It was true, but she wouldn’t admit it.

“I don’t care. Tell my father that I won’t have it.” 

Even still, Cassian remained firm in his resolve. “I have a direct order from your father. I have been told to keep you safe, and so that’s what I’ll do.”

“I don’t want you there.” 

She didn’t want him delivering her into the hands of another man. She didn’t want him there as she said her vows, she didn’t want him within a mile of it.

She didn’t want anyone finding out how weak she really was, how close she’d almost been to giving in. Cassian’s touch had been warm that night

“If anyone finds out–” she started, but she was cut off by Cassian’s scoff.

“You really think I would do that to you?” he asked, incredulously. “Don’t worry, Nes. I won’t tell anyone what happened that night. I know you wouldn’t stoop for a common knight like me.” 

She flinched at the tone in his voice, the self deprecation. 

He wasn’t done. “I’ll make sure you get to your prince safe and sound, then you never have to see me again.”

He…was angry. And she couldn’t blame him, not after she’d thoroughly avoided him for months.

But still, the words struck deep in her chest, past all the shields and defenses she’d put up around it. 

She parted her mouth to speak, but no words came out, leaving the room in a heavy silence. He just shook his head, letting out a long breath before rising to his feet.

“You can read through those. You know where to find me if you have questions about it.”

Cassian walked past her, taking care to ensure he was nowhere within her reach. He was gone in a blink, his footsteps receding down the long hallway, leaving Nesta alone.

The silence was made worse by the fact that if she called, she knew he would be back in an instant.

***

It shocked Nesta how quickly her life could be packed away into trunks. Over the coming days, servants bustled up and down the steps with them, until her quarters were nearly sparse and empty.

She spent her time with Gwyn and Emerie, hoping that her time reading and talking with them might take her mind off of what was to come. The long journey, which would take nearly two weeks, and the wedding afterwards.

All the while, she tried to maintain normalcy. She tried to do more than merely pick at her food, but it didn’t entirely work, and it caused Gwyn and Emerie to look over her with worry. Every day she grew quieter, retreating into herself as she anticipated her departure.

Only three days later, it was time to leave. Her face was white as a sheet the final time she looked in the mirror before making her way downstairs, meeting her sisters at the bottom of the palace steps.

She didn’t look back towards it. She couldn’t.

“You don’t have to do this,” Feyre said, wrapping her in a tight hug. “Say the word, and I’ll…”

Feyre stopped, drawing a complete blank. It was fine. There was nothing to be done, anyways.

She couldn’t remember the last time they embraced like this. The two of them were so often at each other’s throats that she genuinely couldn’t remember the last time they’d done something as simple as hugging each other. The feeling was foreign, but the familial affection was there all the same. Nesta hugged her back, savoring possibly the last time she would see her sisters in a long while.

“It’s what I was raised for,” Nesta whispered. “You know that.”

“That doesn’t mean I like it.”

Feyre had always been idealistic, abandoning all acts of practicality for blind heroism. When they weren’t fighting, it was perhaps one of the things she loved most about her. She only hoped the world wouldn’t beat it out of her over time.

Maybe, if her sisters were lucky, they would get to marry who they loved. Nesta prayed for it.

As much as she clashed with the man, she hoped that Rhys would return and get on his knees before her sister, and that Elain would find someone who truly made her happy. And she hoped her father would allow it.

“I’ll be alright. You know I’ll give him hell if he turns out to be a prick,” Nesta said.

Feyre hummed, the words seeming to placate her, for now. She broke away, giving Nesta’s hand a final squeeze before dropping it.

“We’ll write, then,” Elain promised, when it was her turn to hug her. 

“We’ll write,” Nesta agreed, before looking at her sisters for the last time. A moment was all she allowed herself, knowing that she wouldn’t be able to convince herself to turn around if she looked at them for too much longer.

“I love you both,” she said in parting, before turning to the gilded carriage that would be her near-constant companion for the coming weeks.

All she could think about was that she should have said it more, those three words that she could only manage to say when there was no more time to say it. Suddenly she regretted every fight, every petty squabble that meant nothing over the years.

She wondered if they felt the same.

He was standing by the door to the carriage. Ever the knight in shining armor, he was there waiting for her with her ladies, who had given her the privacy to say goodbye to her sisters.

He watched as she approached, a playful smile resting on his lips until she got closer. Until he saw the tears she was trying to stop from swimming in her eyes.

He helped Gwyn and Emerie into the carriage first, only offering polite touches to ensure that they wouldn’t fall on the steps. Then it was just him and her, and he missed absolutely nothing as he evaluated her closer, any semblance of his earlier mask dissipating with the shifting breeze.

He’d always been able to read through every emotion she tried to hide, even when they were children and his favorite hobby was tormenting her every chance he got. His smile softened, concern entering his brow as he noted her paleness and the thin line of her mouth.

“Alright, princess?” he asked, offering his arm to help her into the carriage.

Her hand brushed against his forearm, unable to feel the muscle beneath the armor he wore as she accepted his offer. “I will be,” she forced herself to say.

She pretended that she didn’t feel him stiffening underneath of her, that her words had no effect on him at all.

Nesta only dared to look again when she’d made her way into her seat, across from Emerie and Gwyn. His hazel eyes scorched through her, not-so-subtly assessing every single one of her movements until he was seemingly satisfied. 

He held that stare for seconds longer than he should have.

“I’ll be riding in the front, if the three of you require anything,” he said at long last. “Simply say the word.”

He closed the door with a quiet click. Emerie fixed her with a questioning look when Nesta turned her head in their direction, which she dutifully ignored.

Only minutes later, the carriage jolted as the horses pulled it forward, driving them out of the castle gates and into the city, away from the only home Nesta had ever known.

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(dividers by @saradika-graphics) Here is my humble little collection of Astarion fanfiction.

Please note these are all explicit and intended for an adult audience.

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A Fitting Reunion | Spawn Astarion x Fem!Tav | Post-Game | ~13.7k words

After a rather embarrassing experience at the reunion party, you have been nervous to see Astarion again. You manage to gather the courage to visit his tailoring shop for dress alterations—and to be a better friend to him. And maybe there is just a little part of you that still hopes for something more. But he couldn’t possibly want that—or could he?

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To be expanded in A Fitting Romance series

Sweet Dreams, Darling | Spawn Astarion x Fem!Tav | Act 3 | ~4.1k words | CW: somnophilia / cnc

An evening spent reading a racy romance novel awakens a fantasy you never knew you had. The thought of your sleeping body becoming a thing to be used for someone else's pleasure brings you an unexpected thrill. Of course Astarion catches you in the act and of course he cannot resist teasing you. But he is willing to indulge you.

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The Ascendant Takes a Bride | Ascended Astarion x Fem!NonTav | Post-Game | ~4.4k words

Just as you and your family are about to fall into ruin, you agree to marry the mysterious Astarion Ancunín in exchange for his promise to pay off all your debts. Attractive and charming though he is, you cannot help but to feel nervous about your arrangement. Some say he is a vampire. You have seen evidence that both supports and counters that claim. You are not sure what to believe. Finally you find yourself alone with him on your wedding night—and Astarion has some unexpected surprises in store for you.

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Those Three Little Words | Spawn Astarion x Fem!Tav | Post-Game | ~1k words

Every year you and Astarion return to the place where he began his life anew and every year you indulge in your love for each other. (Or: a short and saccharine tribute to graveyard sex)

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You Were My First | Spawn Astarion x Fem!Tav | Act 1 | ~3.9k words

The night he bit you, Astarion awakened something unexpected within you: desire. You offer to let him bite you again, only to receive a more scandalous offer in return. And though you have never before had a lover, you have never felt more tempted.

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You Will Know | Ascended Astarion x Fem!Tav | Post-Game | ~9.1k words | CW: non-con (Haarlep using Tav's form)

Every time I make love in your shape, you will know. There are two mistakes you regret more than anything. One, helping Astarion complete the ritual that changed him into someone you no longer recognize. Two, giving your body away to an incubus, an eternal pact from which you can never break free. Haarlep has begun to take your form almost every night, making it impossible to forget your pact, impossible to forget the nights you shared with the man you once loved, all while a stranger ravishes you from beyond. Only it isn’t a stranger at all.

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Coming Next:

Eat You Up (working title): a post-game Spawn Astarion x Reader Tav menstruation kink oneshot

let me kiss those poisoned lips: an act 1 Spawn Astarion x Tiefling Tav oneshot

Croquis: a post-game Spawn Astarion x Reader oneshot part of A Fitting Romance series

[ramonaistired]

Rafe with autistic reader

Warnings: Suggestive content, innocent reader

Tropes: kookxpogue, sunshinexgrumpy

Summary: Reader is autistic.

Bree rants: Hi! So, I am only mildly autistic, so if I get any of this wrong I am deeply sorry. ALSO, if you're reading this, please help me work tumblr, I don't know how to make a taglist or boarders. Thank you- Also my askbox is always opened, so ask me random questions, I am always bored. Before I forget, I AM ADDING THIS TO ALL POSTS, AND IF I FORGET IT @brokenwingsgalore WILL PUT IT IN THE COMMENTS. IF YOU DONT LIKE IT, DONT READ IT!!! AND, if you want this to be a full oneshot, please tell me in the comments. I love you and enjoy reading!

(HOW DO I MAKE BOARDERS.)

Rafe! Who found you at his house in his party crying because everything was too loud.

Rafe! Who was about to yell at you but once he looked down, he felt soft and mushy.

Rafe! Who would continue to stare at you while you cry, not knowing what to do.

Rafe! Who finally speaks up and asks you if you need something. You shake your head no and he does not take that lightly. Instead grabbing you some water and sitting beside you.

Rafe! Who eventually finds out its because of how loud everything was and takes you up to his room. Topper whistles thinking Rafes getting lucky. Rafe tells him to shut up and you sit on his bed.

Rafe! Who would calm you down by dimming the lights and covering your ears. He thought this was childish but you seemed to have been calming down.

Rafe! Who would let go of your ears and ask you if you're okay.

Rafe! Who slowly finds out you suffer autism and your friend had brought you here to, "let loose." He would fight the urge to punch whoever that friend was.

Rafe! Who would yell at anybody who even talked near his room so you wouldn't have to panic anymore.

Rafe! Who would spend all night with you, letting you rant about your current hyperfixation just so you didn't have to pay attention to the loud party beneath you two.

Rafe! Who smiles at your little giggles and hand gestures. He hated when people would talk to him, but with you, everything you said sounded so luring. Even though you were talking about sharks.

Rafe! Who would drive you home and get your number.

Rafe! Who becomes obsessed with you after a week of getting to know you. Doing research on autism just so he could help you out like you helped him that night you met, he would've been fucking some girl he didn't like or smoke weed all night. Instead he found you.

Rafe! Who would ask you to be his girlfriend after two weeks.

Rafe! Who buys you anything you hyperfixate on. Legos? He's buying every set and listening you talk about the lego sets. Sharks? He'd buy you a mountain of plushies. Anything your autism liked for a few months or weeks, he would buy.

Rafe! Who never forced you to come to crowded places with. And if you do, he brings noise cancelling headphones or something for you to fidget with.

Rafe! Who practically almost murders anybody who says your too weird or something about your mental health.

Rafe! Who makes sure you eat all your meals, even if its krafts mac and cheese for the 5th time today.

Rafe! Who lets you sleep with him but gets annoyed when you have to put one of your shark plushies between you two. Though he would never tell you he was annoyed.

Rafe! Who ends up telling Barry random facts about the new movie you're obsessed with because that's all you talk about.

Rafe! Who loves you to death despite everything. He loves you and your hyperfixations. (maybe not the shark plushies though)

[lilacliquors]

happy early birthday! what if it's reader's birthday and hughie and the others are trying to keep her party a surprise but reader thinks they forgot about it and butcher attempts to cheer her up in his own way? if you're not taking fic reqs that's fine too - but i hope you're having an excellent day and birthday to come! <33

a birthday surprise

pairing: (slight) billy butcher x reader, the boys x reader (platonic)

word count: 1116

notes: i loved this so much and also my friends forgot my birthday today so far so

it was strange. no one had been really talking to you much the last few weeks. they were brief conversations, pleasantries were exchanged, and every time to walked by, they would hurriedly stop whispering, though you swore you heard your name come up in conversation. yet, when you asked about it, m.m or hughie were often very quick to reassure you everything was okay. it puzzled you, and maybe even hurt your feelings slightly, but what could you do? you had hoped it would have stopped by your birthday, but that hope was fading, and fast.

the morning of your birthday, you woke up and reached for your phone. you had been hoping to get a few texts overnight from the more late owl-ish ones of the group, like frenchie or or annie, but there was nothing from either of them. of course, you replied to the well wishes from your other friends and family, the ones too far away for you to to be with, but your immediate friends, the family you had forged yourself, there was nothing from them so far. maybe you were just overthinking it, and everything was fine. that thought alone helped you get up out of one of the extra beds butcher had set up in the flatiron building, but when you went down to the main meeting room, no one was even around to greet you. you stood there quietly, just looking around the room, and your shoulders slumped. they hadn’t ever done this to you before, they’d never forgotten your birthday before … but you supposed there was a first time for everything.

sighing, you went to go make yourself a cup of coffee with one of the pods butcher kept near the coffee machine. and as your back was turned, you heard one of the doors open, then shut, and heavy footsteps came up behind you.

“oh good, someone’s finally awake,” billy said, and you merely glanced over your shoulder to look at him.

“oh, uh, yeah. i am,” you replied, then grabbed your ready coffee and added your milk and sugar to it. 

“everything all right?” he asked, and you shrugged your shoulders.

“sure, i guess so.”

“all right, don’t fuck around. tell me what’s bothering you.”

you sighed and sipped at your coffee, avoiding his gaze.

“it’s stupid,” you muttered, and he scoffed.

“could be. but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t share it.”

you thought for a moment, then shrugged again and looked up at him. when you did, he watched his expression change ever so slightly, his brows pinching together and his eyes narrowing a bit.

“so far, no one’s remembered my birthday. not even you, from the looks of it,” you said, and he went stiff for a second.

“nonsense, i didn’t forget,” he said, causing you to roll your eyes.

“you didn’t exactly come in wishing me a happy birthday, now did you?”

he couldn’t answer that, it was true. he came in with a few harmless jabs, but that wasn’t exactly what you wanted.

“i didn’t, you’re right. and … i’m sorry. here, let me make it up to you before i call up hughie and yell at him for this.” “no, don’t worry about it. it’s about time i just let go of the whole birthday thing anyways. probably getting too old for it.”

billy shook his head and set a gentle hand on your shoulder, which made you look up at him with a soft sigh.

“nonsense. go get ready, i’m taking you to lunch.”

***

you and butcher were sitting in a diner booth across from each other, eating and talking like two old friends. it was nice, relaxed, and great way to take your mind off of the sadness of earlier. your plates were both nearly cleaned, and you had a milkshake in front of you, something billy encouraged you to get.

“i’m buyin’, so treat yourself,” he had said, and you did so with a bit of hesitation. but overall, it was a nice afternoon out, and you were enjoying yourself. it was the best birthday lunch you’d had in a while, and you almost didn’t want it to end.

“almost time to head back. got lots of work to do,” billy said, and you nodded, using the straw in your glass to stir the last bits of ice cream and whipped cream around.

“i guess so. but thank you for this,” you said, looking up at him with a smile. “i had a really nice time with you.”

“it’s the least i can do. wasn’t exactly a gentleman about it this morning.”

you laughed as he paid the check, and then you left the diner together. you were in much better spirits as you walked down the sidewalk, and you gently nudged billy.

“thanks again. and … don’t yell at the others. i’m sure it was just an accident. we all have a lot going on these days,” you said.

“you sure? you know i don’t mind knocking their heads together every so often,” he said, and you nodded.

“i’m sure.”

you made it back to the flatiron building, and he let you inside first, holding the door open for you. then, you walked the flights of stairs together, and all was quiet. but this time, you weren’t bothered by it. when you made it to the final floor, the one with the group office, billy clapped you on the shoulder gently before pushing the door open.

“happy birthday, luv,” he said, and as you walked inside, everyone jumped out from behind the desks and couches in the room, yelling a synchronous ‘surprise!’.

“what the fuck!” you exclaimed, pressing a hand to your chest as billy came up behind you.

“you didn’t really think they forgot, did you?” he asked, and you turned to look up at him, with wide eyes.

“you knew?” you gasped.

“someone had to distract you long enough for these dickheads to decorate. the one thing they couldn’t manage on their own.”

“sorry we made you think otherwise,” hughie said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck, and frenchie nodded, alongside m.m.

“with everything going on, it felt like a surprise party would be a good pick-me-up,” m.m explained, and you smiled a bit.

“well, i appreciate the thought. even if the day didn’t start out great, the second half was a lot better,” you said, glancing at billy, who offered a rare, genuine smile.

“enough sap, let’s get to the drinks,” he said, walking up beside you and setting an arm around your shoulders, leading you into the office, where you had the best party you’d ever had.

[kybercrystals94]

Veiled Threats and Bloody Knuckles

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Whumptober 2024 - Day 16 - Prompts: Wound Cleaning // "No, I can't feel anything."

Rated: G | Words: 545

A/N: **throws fic into the World Wide Web abyss** All I can say is, at least I got something written today 😅

“Does it hurt?” Wrecker asks, watching Tech clean Hunter’s bloodied knuckles. 

Hunter grimaces, but he tries to pull it off as a grin. “No, I can’t even feel anything.”

Crosshair snorts. “You’re such a liar.” 

“If you truly did not feel anything, I would be concerned,” Tech puts in. When he sprays disinfectant over the broken skin, Hunter hisses and tries to pull his hand away, but Tech keeps a firm grip on Hunter’s wrist. “Please hold still.”

“I thought you couldn’t feel anything,” Crosshair mutters with a grin.

“Kriff off,” Hunter growls. 

“Which reg did you punch?” Wrecker asks. 

Hunter shrugs.

“Well, why’d you punch him?” 

“Not worth talking about,” Hunter says.

“Oh, so you just punched some random reg in the teeth for no reason,” Crosshair says, rolling his eyes. “If you’re going to keep lying, Hunter, at least make it convincing.” 

Hunter glares. “I’m not lying.” 

“Then tell us what happened.” 

“And then what?” Hunter asks, “You and Wrecker try to find these regs and pick a fight? No. Not happening.” 

Tech begins wrapping Hunter’s hand. “Perhaps we can come to a compromise. You tell us the circumstances, but not the parties involved.” 

“Why does it matter?” Hunter cries, “It doesn’t matter!” 

“Because whatever the issue was, it was worth being outnumbered and fighting back,” Tech replies simply, voice remaining level. “If it matters to you, it most certainly matters to us.”

Hunter takes a steadying breath. “I didn’t punch anyone. I punched a wall,” he bites out. “It was stupid.”

Shocked silence follows the confession, his brothers exchanging glances. 

Finally, Tech asks dryly, “And what did this wall do to offend you?” 

“It was because of the evaluation this morning,” Crosshair says. He leans forward. “What did those long necks say?” 

“What they always say,” Hunter mutters. “Veiled threats, letting me know without directly telling me that if we fail…there’s no point to us. We are experiments that can be thrown away as soon as we aren’t useful. I know they’re just trying to scare me into making sure I keep our records up, to make sure I push you guys in training and simulations. But I’m so kriffing tired of being objects to them.” 

“We might be objects to them,” Wrecker says, “but we know better.” 

“Wrecker is correct,” Tech says, adjusting his goggles. “Despite the Kaminoans best efforts, we are not exact copies of a desired product. We are individuals. It is a miraculous defect in what they perceived as a flawless design. Even the regs show variance. Whether they acknowledge it or not, it is a fact.” 

Hunter glares at the floor. “Facts don’t keep us from being decommissioned, Tech.” 

“No, but being the best does.” Crosshair stands up. “And we are the best, and we’ll keep being the best.” 

Wrecker laughs. “Yeah, we are! We’re the best squad Kamino has ever seen.” 

A grin tugs at the edge of Hunter’s lips. “Yeah, we are the best, aren’t we?” 

“That is also a fact,” Tech agrees. He takes Hunter’s injured hand, examining the white bandage already tinged pink with fresh blood. “Next time you forget that, may I recommend a punching bag as a viable alternative to a wall?” 

Hunter chuckles. “Yeah, I’ll keep that in mind.” 

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[pablitogavii]

Can i request something fluff with gavi?

Hard times together

It was a hard game with many injured players but fighting till the last second. Pablo was a winner and anything other than that was unacceptable for your angry bird.

No matter how many times you had the same conversation exposing to him that they can’t win every single fame, he is still stubborn enough to listen.

“Amor, it was a good match..you’ll win next time” you can back home following after him into the bedroom where he threw himself into the bed dramatically.

“We should have won! That goal shouldn’t have been removed! It’s not fair!!” He shine laying on his stomach and hiding his face into the pillow. Aww poor baby!!!

You sighed getting on top of him and just laying there on his back while nuzzling your nose into his neck trying to find his face. You knew he was a bit ticklish and you tried getting f him to laugh at least a little bit.

“Amorrr!!! Stooop!” He whined still and you sighed kissing his cheek about to move off but his strong arms wouldn’t let you. Seems like he just wanted you to stop the tickles but still keep cuddling him? He’s so adorable! ! !

“What do you need cariño???” You ask and he shrugged his shoulders. Pablo wasn’t a big talker, and he almost never just says what he needs. You got to know him so well that you could guess for yourself at this point.

“Wanna lay on my chest and let me play with your hair for awhile? Maybe take a nap? Huh?” You suggested and he immediately nodded his head and you both moved to the position he severely loved the most. Obviously to his friends, he’s only one holding you and stuff!!! But you didn’t mind loving that he is free to be vulnerable with you.

“I’m even more angry that you traveled to watch me and we lost! It’s annoying!” He said and you smiled at how much he cares leaning down and kissing your head while continuing to play with his messy curly hair.

“I’m still so proud of you amor..so proud!” You say and he smiles finally nodding his head and moving up to kiss all over your neck.

"Hmm but I want to win for you..always princesa" he whined like a baby and you smiled knowing what it means for him to win with Barça but also to prove that he is 'good enough'. You both strive very hard in your careers because you want to feel accomplished, which is why you comeptlely understood him and vice versa.

"I know cariño..pero tú siempre estas mi campeon" you say kissing his forehead and he looks up with that adorable pout on his handsome face. You giggled kissing his pout and he blushed a little. He was so cute when he was needy like this!!!

"Promiso???" he asked and you smiled nodding your head while pecking his lips a few times more.

"Promiso.." you say loving the way his smile looked when he was reassured that you will always be there with him. He knew that he found something really special with you and he was always making sure to take care of it.

"Get your ass up Gavira!" Mario barged in without knocking (which he always does) with Ale following behind giggling when he saw Pablo laying on your chest like an adorable little baby.

"You don't know how to knock cabrón!?" Pablo said but didn't make an effort to move from your chest and hide how much he was enjoying this position right now. He didn't care what anyone thought since everyone already knew what a huge simp he was for his girl.

" We're going to celebrate!!!" Ale added earning a death glare from his friend.

"Celebrate what!? If you haven't watched the match, we lost cabrón!" Pablo was grumpy and that meant angry bird was surfacing which his friends knew very well.

"So what?? You still scored and played really well! Come on, stop being a baby and get off your girlfriend's chest so we can go out and party!!!" Ale said clearly more in the mood for the party than your boy right now. You knew what it meant being in Barça..winning wasn't an option but a necessity.

"Maybe it's not a bad idea to go have some fun out, huh cariño?? Forget about the match for awhile???" you ask and he raised his head a little pouting and shaking his head..he just wanted everyone to leave and let him sleep on your chest in peace.

You smiled kissing his lips and starting to play with his hair while he laid down nuzzling further into your chest not caring that his friends were right there watching. You were blushing hard a little embarrassed at them staring at Pablo practically hiding his nose in between your breasts.

"Lucky cabrón..." Mario said and Pablo pulled you even closer so that he was completely covering your chest with his body not wanting his friends to keep staring and making you uncomfortable.

"Stop staring!" Pablo said and both bots flipped him off saying politely goodbye to you before leaving to have some fun tonight. You giggled once you and your boy were finally alone again.

"You being a little celoso cariño???" you ask noticing that the moment his friends were gone he moved from trying to cover your chest.

"Tu eres mia! Let me sleep amor!!" he of course whined not wanting to be teased so you decided to let it go and him win cuddling him and playing with his hair for hours while he napped on your chest.

"Mi campeon cariñoso..rest up..I'll always be there for you..through both good and hard times..siempre contigo" you whispered knowing that he was asleep but Pablo heard it feeling his heart melt at those words. They meant everything to him..<33

[aldaryan]

Jealousy

Day 1 : First Kiss - Elucien

For @sjmromanceweek

First time I write in English, that I post on Tumblr and that I write in ten years. Anyway, enjoy and do not hesitate to let me know what and how I should improve.

Summary : Elain's jealousy and repressed feelings lead her to an interesting path towards her mate.

A broken sound cut through the animated party. One by one, all the heads turned to the origin of it. There she was. Standing, hand bleeding slowly, Elain did not look like her actual composed self. 

Plop, plop, plop. 

A blink.

“Elain” murmured Nesta, shocked.  

The young female ignored her sister, taking small, controlled steps towards her goal, walking across glass shards. 

Crunk, crunk, crunk

A frown.

“Elain, what…” uttered Feyre, trying to grip her sister’s arm. 

Also ignored by the Cauldron-made fae, who gracefully side-step her to avoid being blocked. Elain, breathing heavily, finally stopped in front of a handsome red-headed male, overlooking the human queen gripping his arm. 

Woosh, woosh, woosh 

A snarl. 

Flicking away with her non-injured hand, the queen’s arm, Elain clutched the lapel of the green tunic, smearing her blood, a strange feeling of satisfaction within her. Leaving the sentiment to be examined later, she gripped harder at the tunic and the male wearing it well, and she dragged him to her gardens. 

Boom, boom boom

Boom, boom, BOOM

BOOM, BOOM, BOOM

She was drowning herself in the sound of Lucien’s heart? She did not stop until she got close to the Sidra river, far away from prying eyes.  

Reaching the bank, she abruptly turned back, colliding with her mate. 

Mine, miNE, MINE

The rage would not abate. 

He was hers. Hers. 

She dropped her head against the male’s chest, trying desperately to calm down. Even his lovely scent could not settle her. 

“What, in the Cauldron’s name, was that ?” said incredulously the redhead.  

She snarled at his tone, lifted her head and finally, finally she looked at his face.  His handsome, confused and stern face. 

She was so angry. At the Inner Circle, at that male and most of all at herself.  

“Well, are you going to say something? Or should we just listen to the sound of the river ?” grunted the fae. 

“Shut up !” He recoiled, almost taking a step back, only stopped by Elain’s hands, still clutching his tunic fiercely. “Shut up ! Shut up ! Shut up”

“Why don’t you try anymore ?” pursued Elain, still raging. “You take Emerie fishing and teach her how to survive in the wild. You spent entire afternoons with Gwyn at the library and even took the time to show Nesta some Autumn Court sword movements !”

She plowed on, a stormy inferno fueling her words. 

“And, of course, you see Feyre and Nyx ! And always when I am not there ! And let's not forget the days and nights you have with the firebird queen !”

“And Jurian, don’t forget,” added teasingly the male. 

Elain made a sound of disgust, ready to let go. 

“Elain,” he said softly, clinging to her hands, “Emerie, Gwyn and even Nesta, I helped them because yes, they are becoming my friends, but mostly because I could hear about you through them.” He twirled a strand of her hair, admiring its softness. “Nyx is lovely and Feyre is complicated and Vassa a friend. A friend who heard me talking about you, again and again.”

“Don’t you know it ? You are my favorite subject.” he smiled sadly. “I wish to see only you, to hear only you and to be only with you.”

“Lucien, I…” started Elain, but she let the words die on her lips. Instead, she stood on her tiptoe and she kissed him. She had dreamed of kissing for months but nothing could compare to the reality of kissing Lucien and to be kissed back. 

Passion, joy, tenderness. A strong undercurrent of desire. And the possibility of love. Everything they didn’t say for months, years was poured in that kiss. Finally, they separated, sharing a breath. 

“Lucien, I am sorry, I should have let you know sooner”  whispered Elain. “But I want to try, now.”

“You bossy little thing” muttered Lucien, nuzzling her nose. “We have years Elain. You will fall irrevocably in love with me and we will have a thousand years together.”

“Am I not the Seer, here ?” joked softly the fae female. 

“Mmm, but first I do not want to lose you to blood loss. Give me your hand, Elain.”

A shiver went through her at his authoritative tone. Lucien did not comment but his raised eyebrow and small smirk said it all. 

“Oh shut up.” huffed the browned eyed female, giving her bloodied hand. 

“Definitely the words of the night” joked Lucien, deposing a small kiss on her wrist. 

They both watched as the wounds closed, leaving no trace on her skin. 

“Elain?”

“Mmm?” she 

“Will you kiss me again or should I make you jealous first ?”

“You think you are funny” growled Elain. 

“I know I am and hands-” Lucien was not able to finish his thought since Elain kissed him again. But he didn’t mind. 

He didn’t mind at all.

[pepstarvanmoon]

ST & Bully Storylines (Part 2)

Part 1 Please ignore my descent into sarcasm. I can’t be professional and analytical, it doesn’t work.

The beginning of S4, for El, plays somewhat similarly. She’s constantly being bullied (harassed, really) by Angela and her friends.

In a way, El and the party were treated this way because they were ‘weird’ and ‘different’, but El doesn’t have the same support system. Will is there, of course, but he hardly stands up for himself, and, as mentioned in my last post, is known to freeze up when it comes to confrontations like this.

It’s also clear in S4 that El wants more friends outside of him, to be accepted and to live as a normal girl. Maybe she thought she’d finally have a chance at it, moving out of Hawkins and losing her powers, but being raised in the lab has stunted her personal and emotional growth, and she’s not on the same academic level as everyone else either.

So, of course she’d be excited to see her boyfriend! He accepts her and he must like her a lot, they wouldn’t be dating otherwise. Sure, he’s avoiding the word love and El is starting to feel a little self-conscious about their relationship, but that’s bound to get cleared up once he gets there.

Right.

Alongside the bullying leading up to a more direct confrontation, they’ve decided to make Mike a variable in this. The same way El was a new addition in S1.

But instead of making us feel confident that the bullies will get what’s coming to them, this set-up is just uncomfortable.

Mike is acting distant with Will, El is disappointed in his gift, Argyle doesn’t like his shirt!

And how could I forget, El has been lying to Mike through her letters. It’s not just the confrontation to (not) look forward to, but the reveal that El has been lying and Mike’s reaction to what life has actually been like for El.

But wait, should we really be worried about that? Mike has always been… sweet.

… Truthful?

Available. He’s always been available, uh, physically. Like his presence, y’know? And that means a lot!

Anyway.

As an audience, we should expect Mike to be a good support system, I mean, they should be in a good place! Just look at how S3 ended!

We should really be asking why El is so worried about telling Mike the truth. It’s not like they have a history of being dishonest with each other, that’d be crazy.

The inevitable confrontation is going to be fine. Actually, that must be why they added Mike to the mix! Just like El, he’ll lead us to the triumphant end of the fight. El is without her powers this season, so obviously she needs someone to save her this time.

So guess what doesn’t happen?

Now, not to get on Will, we know how he gets around bullies, so he’s not about to step in. If Ms. I-want-today-to-be-about-me-and-you wants to lie all morning then she can deal with the consequences that come with it.

Of course, Will (being better than my petty ass), isn’t going to just sit around while his sister gets bullied, and I assume Mike has always stood up for him in the past (he’s also the only one there who can help since Angela somehow has the whole rink in her back pocket. All this just to torment one girl? FAN BEHAVIOR) so he decides to tell him the truth.

Mike doesn’t believe him, which… okay I know you’re mad that Will has been rolling his pretty eyes while you’ve been trying to get lost in them, and I know the whole “friends don’t lie” thing has started to mean less and less every season, but seriously?

Will can’t even bear telling you that he didn’t get higher than a seven! He went to you about the ‘shadow monster’, and asked you not to tell anyone else. Yeah, he blew up at you in S3, but he was still honest. Even when he’s pissed and doesn’t want to talk to you, he still tells the truth. To you more than his own mother like I need you to bffr.

This unhelpful back and forth only serves to keep El in the line of fire as the music changes.

Michael… WHAT DO YOU THINK?! Did the unobstructed view of Will’s mouth knock your brain loose?!

Sorry. Let me give you the benefit of the doubt. Maybe you trust El. Maybe you were blind to her obvious discomfort because she told you Angela was her friend.

(or maybe you were barely paying attention because you were too busy trying to figure out why Will wasn’t talking to you. You should already know why, but whatever.)

I’m well aware of El’s visible sensory overload in this scene, but lowkey this is the the least helpful thing you could be doing rn, and ik Will ain’t doing shit so it’s no wonder the situation kept escalating.

(Not gonna talk about the actual humiliation ritual, it’s not good for my psyche. Just think about El having a horrible time being mocked for attempting to use powers she no longer has, and how someone she loves who’s accustomed to her saving him is seeing just how powerless she’s become, thanks.)

Troy suddenly going still was a surprise. Mike didn’t expect El to fight in his behalf, but he was happy that she did. This time, nothing can be stopped because El has no power to do so, and instead of two jerks it’s an entire roller rink.

I genuinely don’t understand why they did this. I guess they wanted to keep Mike from interfering, but they just let El leave? These scenes are literally seconds apart. If they were done ruining her day then they shouldn’t have an issue with Mike running in.

Whatever. It’s probably just because they wanted El to run from Mike, prolonging the bullshit. She doesn’t see Mike as ‘safe’ because she’s afraid his image of her has changed.

(kinda want to mention how she got through the crowd on her own, Mike didn't need to reach her for her to move. I know it’s because he’s there that she leaves, but just a thought.)

I mentioned this in another post, but El’s desire to be loved affects a lot of her decisions. For her, being loved doesn’t necessarily mean knowing you’re loved (in fact, she hasn’t been able to tell for a while. From Mike). It’s a frantic attempt keep love, or preserve a love she thought she found at the end of S2, which circles back to her insecurities.

(I’d like to mention that the gym fight was resolved by this point. The writers just wanted things to keep getting worse from here. Not that this wasn’t a good way to establish conflict between these three characters, but they could try leaving my daughter alone. Just a suggestion.)

Also, El tries civility first too!

It feels less out of fear here than it did for Mike. The whole point of this was to show Mike how cool she was, and that backfired so horribly she’s one step from the edge at this point (kinda like Mike was). Like Troy, Angela feels no remorse and doubles down, even mentioning Hopper (seriously, who raised these children), and El has this girl on the ground literally 25 seconds later.

And we know where it goes from there.

(Now, El has hurt and killed people before, but it was always with her powers. I can’t remember a time she drew blood with actual physical contact.)

“What did you do?” Like shut up don’t you have eyes? YOU SAW WHAT SHE DID. Make like your bf and be quietttt. He repeated the question too like she was actually gonna answer 😭😭

I have my own mixed feelings about El hitting Angela, but Mike, angel, how is that the first thing out of your mouth? (tbh we shouldn’t be surprised he’s been hitting her with “what’s wrong with you!?” since S1, but you can decide which is better or worse lmao)

Literally what happened. Someone tell me right now. We’re back where we started except Mike was unable to reassure her this time, someone needs to come get me.

I can’t help but see her accusation as a bunch of questions. When did things change, Mike? When did you stop loving me? When did I stop being your hero?

When did this stop working? Has it ever?

It all just hits me with Will parallels. Both feeling like they don’t belong in different ways. That they were made wrong. They were never meant to be loved, and they were stupid to ever think so.

All of this to say, the fact that Mike and El are IN a relationship, is the worst part of their relationship as a whole. Elmike solos Milkvan every time and it doesn’t even have to do anything. They're as flimsy as Mike’s notebook paper letters, the tiniest gust of wind blows them straight into the nearest mall fire.

That last one might’ve been in poor taste, my bad. (but Hopper’s alive, so it’s fine)

[suna-cerely-yours]

he's so perfect ft g. suguru

synopsis: you love your boyfriend, you really do. but you love being on your knees for his brother even more.

warnings: fem! reader, age gap, degradation, humiliation, fingering, squirting, oral sex (m! & f! receiving), pet names (sweetheart, baby)

length: 1.2k

a/n: i cannot get this man out of my head. (also i lowkey hate the ending)

you love your boyfriend so much- he's the best really. never forgets a birthday or an anniversary, always brings flowers to dates, kisses your cheek goodbye- a perfect gentleman. you're going to marry him, you think one afternoon, as you watch from your seat by the pool. he's playing with his niece and nephew- shrieks of childish joy adding to the hubbub of the birthday party. it'll be absolutely perfect- a union bound to make the front page of any newspaper. you know how lucky you are to have found a guy like him- he's every girl's dream man.

so, if he's everyone's dream man, then why are you bent over the sink of his bathroom by his much older brother?

warm hands slide up your thighs, slipping under your sundress to grip the fleshy skin of your hips.

"you wore this dress for him, pretty? it's real nice," suguru murmurs lowly.

you press your lips together, eyes fluttering.

baby you look hot, but c'mon my family's going to be there.

i know it's a pool party but you'd look so much prettier wearing the pink dress i bought you the other day.

you're gorgeous doll, but don't say i didn't warn you- you'll be the only one dressed like that.

like what? you'd wanted to ask.

"so beautiful," suguru's voice brings you back, as his fingers stroke the skin on your waist where your panties end.

"i know i'm beautiful suguru, but we have literally twenty minutes before someone notices we're missing, so would you just get on with it?"

"who said you're beautiful? i was talking about the dress," suguru teases, "besides i doubt my bastard of a brother is capable of taking his head out of his ass long enough to notice anything, let alone put two and two together."

you roll your eyes, reaching to untie the ribbons on your shoulders holding the dress up, slapping his hands away as he tries to retie them.

"don't call him a bastard, you're the bastard- and i wore this dress for myself, because i look beautiful in it."

you feel him laugh against your back, before stepping back slightly. you straighten, letting the dress slide off and pool on the floor, leaving you in nothing but your panties. you meet suguru's gaze in the mirror, finding his eyes locked on yours. his dark eyes hold yours for a moment longer, before lowering, dragging them down your body, lingering on your hardened nipples. tongue darting out to moisten his lips, he grins- teeth glinting. in that one brief moment, you feel the waves shift, and you're caught in his trap.

you feel your heartbeat pick up in anticipation, as he finally reaches for his belt, undoing it and his zipper.

"on your knees baby, if you want me to hurry you should give me a reason to," he says, taking another step back, resting his back against the bathroom wall.

you swallow, tonguing your cheek, before turning and dropping to your knees in front of him. leaning forward you nuzzle into him, smearing your lip gloss over his boxer briefs. gripping his thighs, you press open mouthed kisses, feeling his cock twitch under your ministrations.

"no teasing sweetheart," he hisses, carding one hand through your hair, " we only have twenty minutes."

reaching, you pull his half hard cock out- peering up at him from your position. slowly you press a kiss to its head, tongue darting out to taste him. suguru shudders, hand on the back of your head pushing slightly. you start taking him into your mouth, as he groans.

"fuck baby, you're killing me."

"what? this too much for you, old man?"

tching impatiently, he slides his cock over your pouted lips, before slipping his thumb into your mouth.

"aren't you being a brat today. what- did my brother not fuck you well enough this weekend? that's when you have sex right? saturdays at 10:00 pm sharp- first you blow him, then good ol' missionary. you must be so satiated."

babe, you suck dick like a champ- you're the best.

did you cum? of course you did.

sorry babe, i don't eat pussy- you know that.

glaring at him, you move to get up, but he stops you with hand on your shoulder.

"you are going to get yourself nice and wet for me, then you're going to get yourself off on my shoe. and then- if you're a good girl, i'll fuck you, just like you deserve to be fucked. you understand that pretty? or do i have to say it again?"

you feel yourself burn at his humiliating words, but you also feel yourself get wetter. his thumb still in your mouth you nod, one hand sliding down your body to slip into your underwear. he watches as you gather the moisture that's gathered and rub slow circles over your clit. spreading your labia with two fingers, you moan, quickening your pace.

"you're such a sweetheart, y'know that baby? touching yourself in front of an old man like me, you really are so, so cute," he chuckles, sliding his thumb out and pinching your cheeks together with one hand, tilting your head up.

lips parting, you pant, as you slip a finger inside you, shifting your hips to find a better angle.

"suguru, please just, ah- just fuck me already."

"you look even sweeter begging for my cock darling, but that won't do, will it?," he pouts in faux sympathy, watching you grind your clit against the palm of your hand.

"on my shoe baby, show me what a slut like you really wants. don't be all shy now."

you whimper, embarrassment flooding through your veins- but accompanying it is lust, this heady feeling that makes you eager to please him.

cautiously, you lower yourself on the polished leather of his dress shoes, palms flat against the floor for balance.

"that's a good girl, so obedient," suguru coos, "now get to work sweetheart."

biting your lip, you slowly roll your hips, feeling the cool leather against your core. your panties, now completely soaked, create an extra layer of friction, causing you to moan louder as it catches on your clit. rolling your hips faster, you forget all about your initial shame, as you get closer and closer to your orgasm, panting.

"suguru, i- hic, i'm sosososo-"

you're voice hitches as your orgasm crests without warning, and everything suddenly feels distinctly wet.

"holy fuck," you hear suguru murmur, "did you just squirt?"

still recovering from the intense orgasm, you slump against the floor, eyes closed, panting.

you feel suguru's arms around you, as he lifts you up and places you on the sink, your back meeting the cold mirror. there's a sudden rip of fabric which has your eyes flying open-

"suguru did you just rip my panties? do you know how expensive those are?"

spreading your legs, it's now his turn on his knees, as he sinks to the floor to be at eye-level with your pussy. spreading your pussy he leans forward to wrap his lips around your clit, sucking once, before pulling back.

"i'll buy you as many panties as you want baby, just ditch my brother."