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withlovemark · 4 months ago

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all of the moments that led me to you. (ii)

warning(s): steve's black eye (again), mentions of: gun, car crash, death.

pairing: steve x reader

words: 6.3k+

summary: a continuation of moments with steve harrington. takes place in season three.

an: first, thank u so so much for over 1k hearts on aotm pt 1 and to be loved. it’s unbelievable to me that that many people have read my writing. i’ve been writing and posting my stories on here a long time and this helps me feel like i’ve been growing, even just a little 🥹

second, i'm so sorry this took so long. i have no other excuse except the devil himself - mr. writer's block. thank whoever the hell is controlling my sim that they got rid of him (at least for now) and now i'm finally here to share this with you

hope you like it <3

yr. 1984

yr. 1985

i. robin’s game of you rule/you suck, intercepting russians and suzie

quickly walking into scoops ahoy, you finally catch up to the curly headed kid, just in time to witness your favorite boys reunite through a silly greeting.

you let them have their moment before finally making your presence known, “hey there sailor,” you greet steve with a quick hug, his frame enveloping you.

he whines at the nickname, knowing how much you enjoy the little blue sailor outfit on him, mind wandering back to when you first saw him in the get up.

“oh. my. god,” you gasp, a hand to your mouth, trying to hold your laughter in as he makes his way back into his room, after finally successfully putting on his “uniform.”

“don’t say a word,” he warned, hands on his hips.

“steve harrington. you are sooo…” he raises his eyebrows, lips morphing into a thin line, daring you to finish your sentence.

“…pretty,” you giggle, closing the distance to adjust the sailor tie around his neck. he could’ve sworn his heart skipped a beat, maybe two.

“it's not TOO bad, girls LOVE a man in uniform,” you tease, sitting back down on the edge of his bed.

a playful smirk on your lips as his sailor hat comes in contact with your face in a matter of seconds causing a bubble of laughter to ring in his ear.

a sound that has grew to be his favorite.

“sorry we came unannounced,” your voice brings him back to the ice cream parlor.

“he got home from summer camp today,” you explain, motioning to dustin who was now seated calmly in a booth, “and immediately asked me to drive him here so he could see you,” you grin, steve returning the expression.

“i think you’re his favorite,” a pout grows on your lips, eliciting laughter from the boy who you now call your best friend. the two of you being glued to the hip since that night in 1984.

days with steve harrington included sneaking into movies, butter popcorn in hand; road trips to nowhere and everywhere all at the same time; late night conversations that lasted into the a.m., a judgment free zone.

“well, yeah, i think we’ve known that a while ago,” he teases, earning a playful shove from you.

“it’s ok though, i missed that little bugger too and there’s a new ice cream flavor i want you to try,” steve molds his hand into yours as he hurriedly leads you in front of the counter. the warmth of his hand disappearing as he made his way behind it.

you greet robin a quick hello and she acknowledges your presence by playfully saluting, making you smile.

“here, try it,” steve snaps your attention back to him, placing what seemed to be a cup of just plain old vanilla ice cream in front of you. upon further inspection you notice it has chunks of something in it.

“i don’t think ice cream should have that?,” you comment, eyeing it suspiciously.

“just try it!,” he says, nudging the ice cream closer to your face.

“alright, alright!,” you giggle, finally bringing the spoon between your lips. steve awaits your verdict, slightly bouncing up and down in excitement, eyebrows dancing.

“oh…wow,” your eyes widened, sparkling. tastebuds exploding at their new discovery.

he knew you’d like it.

“are those cookies?” you wonder aloud.

“mhmm, brand new flavor, cookies and cream, who would’ve thought huh?,” playfully raising his eyebrows as he stole the spoon from you, taking a bite out of your ice cream.

“how are things with laura?,” you bring up nonchalantly, stealing the spoon back from him.

“ugh, don’t even bring her up,” he rolls his eyes, grabbing another spoon from behind the counter while the two of you mildly attack the sweet cup.

“another bad date?,” you concluded, eyes focused on scooping up a spoonful of your newfound favorite ice cream flavor.

“we had absolutely nothing to talk about! i swear we just sat there and ate in silence the whole time,” he dramatically testified, shrugging his shoulders.

“was the sex good at least?,” you asked, his face cringing.

“didn’t have sex with her,” he shrugged, “i just went home after and crashed, i think i really am losing my game,” he jokes.

you know him well enough to know that he hasn’t been feeling as confident as he used to be. you think back to the night when steve confessed to you that he wasn’t able to get into the only college he applied to. on top of that, his dad cut half off his allowance and he’s now, as he would describe it, “stuck working at a job that pays $3 per hour.”

all in all, steve felt like he had hit rock bottom.

“how about you? how are things with isaac?,” steve smirked, changing the topic before you got to ask him if he was ok.

“eh,” you replied.

“ehhh?.” he mimics, urging you to go on.

“not gonna go anywhere, very cocky, talks too much…and he’s a lot better when he doesn’t speak,” you cringed, remembering the way the boy spoke about basketball and cars the whole time, not at all caring about any of your interests.

“maybe we should’ve switched dates?,” steve teases, head tilted.

you tuck away his golden locks that had fallen out of place and he finds himself holding a breath, eyes focused on your movements.

an action that was so familiar to him yet, lately, has been bringing up a weird feeling that he chooses to ignore.

“maybe we should have,” you playfully agreed, slowly retracting your hand, snapping steve back to reality.

“anyways, thank you for my new favorite ice cream flavor,” you approved of the cookies and cream.

“now, i have a favor to ask,” you grinned sheepishly.

“hm?” he hums, grabbing a napkin and wiping away the bits of ice cream that have stained your lips.

“can you watch dustin for the rest of the week? i have a bunch of cheerleading practices,” you explain, giving him the best puppy dog eyes you could muster, voice going a tad bit higher than usual.

“yeah, yeah, you don’t have to do that,” he shakes his head, smile on his lips, “i got it all handled here, go ahead and just leave me with the lil monster,” he teases dramatically, making you roll your eyes playfully before beaming at him.

“thank you, you’re the best!” you praised, lips planting a soft kiss upon his crimson cheeks, expressing your gratitude.

he ignores the way time slowed down for a second, that fleeting surge of electricity that danced within him, igniting a spark that he quickly brushes off.

“i know,” he winks as you swiftly turn around, grabbing your bag and making your way out of the ice cream parlor.

“stay safe!,” he shouts at your retreating figure.

“yes, dad!,” you tease, his face morphing into disgust. your laughter rings in his ears as you exit scoops ahoy right after lovingly messing up dustin’s pretty curls, an annoyed groan coming from the younger boy.

“i can’t believe it, harrington,” the sound of robin’s voice captures steve’s full attention, taking his eyes off of your retreating figure.

giving his coworker a pointed look, steve cluelessly wonders what she’s about to say when she pulled out her whiteboard and finally drew one tally mark under ‘you rule’

he rolls his eyes at robin, like he couldn’t believe what she just did, “hate to break it to you but i wasn’t flirting with her,” he defended himself.

“huh, you sure about that, loverboy?,” robin snickered, clearly not convinced with the golden boy’s answer.

“yes buckley, i’m sure,” steve deadpanned, “she’s my best friend alright so just…just erase that,” he mumbled, not entirely sure he believes his own words.

it’s not like he hasn’t thought about it before…he has.

but falling for someone is never a good idea. he has firsthand experience that investing in love can be dangerous and if his worst fears happen, if the love unravels and crumbles down, he knows all too well that you will never get that same person back.

and falling for his best friend? it’s not a risk he’s willing to take.

he repeats to himself, ‘he must not have feelings for you. he simply doesn’t.’ these words continue to echo, living in his mind, until he believes them as truth.

“well i think she could be your suzie,” dustin pipes in, quickly introducing himself to robin.

“m-my what?,” steve inquired, the famous hand on his hip stance appearing.

“your. suzie.” dustin pronounced slowly like that was going to help steve understand what he was talking about, “like how i have my suzie,” he adds.

“and what the hell is a suzie?,” the older boy scoffed.

“my girlfriend,” steve’s eyes widened at the boy’s proclamation, refusing to believe what he just heard. there’s no way dustin henderson has it all figured out before him, especially in the ladies department.

“it’s not important right now,” dustin says, shaking his head, “i need to talk to you,” he says urgently.

“we’re talking right now,” steve points out the obvious.

“no,” dustin glares, “just you,” he continues, eyes glancing towards robin who just shrugged, not caring, as the two boy’s made their way back to dustin’s booth.

“i intercepted a secret russian communication,” he confessed to the older boy.

believe it or not, those words were music to steve’s ears.

‘finally, he’ll be of use again,’ he thinks to himself as they start decoding the russian’s riddles.

3 days later

the boys have vanished without a trace.

normally, steve would swing by after work, or when he was off – which you knew he was supposed to be, considering he gave you a copy of his schedule, – he would pick you up from cheerleading practices.

dustin was also nowhere to be seen and the uncertainty of their whereabouts fills you with growing concern.

there were no knocks at your window at midnight. no sound of an engine revving or the horn honking to greet you in the morning. not even the static sound from dustin’s talkie had made its appearance.

the last you heard from them was at the ice cream parlor. so after today’s practice, you were on a mission.

you rush to the mall, hoping to see both of them devouring ice cream, ready to hear their half-ass apologies on why they went radio silent only to be face to face with two unfamiliar employees behind the counter, robin also absent from the scene.

quickly, you drove to steve’s house, the maroon vehicle nowhere to be seen causing you to reroute your drive to dustin’s house - still nothing.

this puts an end to your speculations – the boys are in trouble.

and they left you here with nothing but silence and the fear that’s rising in the pit of your stomach.

you think back to where the kids usually were this summer and found yourself running down the wheelers’ basement, after mr. wheeler kindly let you in, only to reveal everyone else was already there…except for your two main culprits.

seven heads turn towards you, your entrance hushing their conversations, “have any of you seen steve and dustin?,” you ask as they all shake their head no.

“well,” max spoke up, hope glimmering in your eyes, “el and i saw him at the mall,” she revealed.

“when was that?,” you inquire.

“like, 2 days ago,” she quickly replies, making you groan in exasperation.

“hey,” nancy snaps you out of your despair, “they’ll be okay, it’s steve and dustin, they’re just probably out doing something ridiculous,” offering a smile, failing to comfort you.

bless her but the only thing you could think about was how the last time those two did something “ridiculous,” they almost died, making you sink deeper into concern.

“yeah, steve’s probably just helping him talk to his imaginary girlfriend,” mike chimes in as you remember the girl dustin briefly told you about when you drove him to starcourt mall.

‘that was plausible,’ you convince yourself, finally nodding and accepting their assumptions.

“we have bigger things to worry about,” jonathan said, directing the group’s attention back to their previous topic as they fill you in on the mind flayer — a mrs. driscoll, a tom and bruce, and a billy hargrove acting as its host.

you just hoped to god that steve and dustin really are just looking for suzie because if they were in any kind of danger, you might kill them yourself.

for now, you’d just have to play on this team.

ii. starcourt mall and the TODFTHR

starcourt mall in its after hours has a tauntingly beautiful presence, its hallways bathed in the soft glow of neon lights that crackle with static, creating an ambiance that breathes an almost palpable energy, as if the very essence of the mall comes alive in the quietude of the night.

dustin finally radioed in a while ago with another code red, making goosebumps rise throughout your body. “code red” was definitely the last thing you wanted to hear.

all the group could make out from him were the words, “open the gate,” and you knew this was all connected to everything you’ve seen in the past couple of hours.

“where the hell is he?,” mike whispers as max shushes him and you silently thank her in your head.

the group is extra attentive, everyone looking around in hopes they’ll find something out of place.

finally, a faint click reaches your ears, followed by hushed footsteps. you think you’ve imagined it until nancy voices your suspicions, “what was that?,” she whispers. you feel the blood draining from your face, heart racing, afraid of the events that could transpire.

following the sound, the group ends up at the second floor — right above the food court.

you spot the four men first, each one of them with their arms raised, gun aiming at a food stall.

eleven immediately steps in making the car alarm go off then proceeding to throw it at the armed men. she leaves you stunned and amazed, like she's been doing the whole day, and you can’t help but send her a smile of gratitude.

after a second or two, the two familiar heads finally emerged, eyes finding the golden ones you’ve grown accustomed to, all beaten up and bruised.

rushing towards them, you pull dustin into a tight hug first, exclaiming “where the hell have you been?….i’ve been looking everywhere for you!”

“i’m okay, i’m okay! i promise! im sorry,” he apologizes as you quickly look him up and down, your protective side kicking in, checking for any signs of injury until he finally slipped from your hold, reuniting with his friends. forcing you to look up at the beaten up, beautiful boy in front of you.

“steve-,” you whisper, before running up to him, arms wrapping tightly around his neck, pulling him as close to you as possible. the beating of his heart against your ears, and in that moment, you feel like you can breathe again.

he holds you just as tight, visibly relieved that you’re unharmed. as he exhales a sigh of relief, you pull away slightly, inspecting the mark around his eye. soft hands ghosting over the bruise that was already starting to turn purple.

“didn’t i tell you to stop getting into fights?,” voice laced with concern as you fought to hold back tears, overwhelmed by the rush of comfort having him by your side brings.

“i know it doesn’t look like it, but i actually won,” he smiled, tenderly brushing away the tears in the corner of your eye before they could spill.

“what happened?,” you asked.

a light cough from behind him breaks you out of your embrace, slightly pushing the boy away from you and finally taking in robin’s presence.

their matching appearance doesn’t go unnoticed.

“we found a secret lair, got drugged by russians and then they beat up pretty boy over here for some answers,” they share a smile.

for a second, you feel your heart twinge. you’re not too sure whether it’s because the information robin shared painted a disturbing image in your mind or if it was because she was there and you weren’t.

you can’t allow yourself to dwell on it as the group finally reunites, connecting all the pieces together and figuring out the next step.

—

“oh screw tod, steve’s her daddy now,” steve says excitedly, as he got into the driver seat of the TODFTHER.

robin and erica comment on his use of referencing himself in the third person and the word “daddy,” causing you to laugh as you sat in the passenger seat. robin, erica and dustin squeezing in the back.

driving off with the scoops troops, you make your way to dustin’s tower.

“suzie must be pretty special, huh? for you to make this tower just for her,” you finally get a chance to interrogate the young boy, earning an excited nod from him and a groan from everyone else, making you feel like an outsider in their very obvious inside joke.

“he described her as scientifically perfect and has yet to shut up about her,” robin fills you in, obviously tired of the topic at hand.

“i mean, nobody’s scientifically perfect but suzie’s about as close to being perfect as any human could possibly be,” dustin added, causing more annoyed groans to slip from everyone’s lips except yours.

“she sounds made up to me. she sound made up to you?,” erica sassed back, resulting in an eye roll from the young boy.

“steve, y/n, you believe me right?,” he says, sitting forward, glancing between you and steve.

“of course,” you quickly assured him while steve remained silent, before finally nodding his head along with you.

“you hesitated,” dustin points out, a pout on his lip, “why did you hesitate, steve?”

“i didn’t hesitate!” he defends himself, his voice reaching a higher pitch.

the older boy turned towards you, asking for your help but all you could offer him was a shrug, a smile playing on your lips.

dustin impatiently repeats his question, finally getting his answer, “i don’t know man, no one is hotter than phoebe cates!,” steve bursts, earning a look of confusion from you and a whine from the younger boy, giggles bursting from the two girls sitting in the back.

you definitely missed out on a lot. and you realize how much you hate it.

“left. turn left.” dustin said suddenly, prying you away from your thoughts.

“there’s not a road here,” steve points out the obvious.

“turn left! now!” the younger boy yells urgently.

“jesus! hang on!” steve yelled before finally making a harsh left, your hands immediately going up your face, acting as a shield against the tree branches coming in contact with the vehicle.

“oh my god, where the hell are we going!?.” you shout through all the ruckus.

“just keep going!,” dustin continues with his unreasonable directions.

“we’re not gonna make it!,” robin yells from the back and you see determination flash in steve’s face.

“yes we are!, come on baby!” he urges TODFTHER to go on until it finally hit its’ limit, leaving the group stuck in the middle of the woods.

“guess, we’ll have to walk the rest of the way,” dustin says.

“how far is this thing?” erica says, voicing everyone’s annoyance.

iii. dustin’s tower and an epiphany

it wasn't long until the group finally made it to dustin’s radio tower, finally being able to instruct murray’s next steps.

you were seated on the field with the rest – the calmness before the storm.

“hey, guys?” steve’s voice causes the group to get up and follow his line of vision.

starcourt mall’s rapid flickering lights causing panic to rise in the air, dustin immediately runs back to his talkie, trying to radio the others but all that was received was a loud, screeching, monster noise. the younger boy repeatedly tries to get a response but all that was left was static.

steve makes up his mind, immediately getting up on his feet, ready to run towards the direction of the mall, but before he could get any further, your voice makes its way to his ears, halting his movements.

“where the hell are you going?,” you shot, panic evident in your voice.

“to get them the hell outta there!,” he exclaimed, adrenaline running through him. you knew you weren’t going to be able to persuade him to stay here with you. but after the past couple of days of thinking you’ve lost him, there’s no way, in hell, he’s leaving you here.

“i’m going with you,” you announced, already walking towards him.

“no,” he says sternly, meeting you in the middle, “just stay here, watch the kids,” his eyes pleading with you to obey.

“robin can watch them,” you countered quickly, reaching out for his hand, fingers fitting in yours perfectly.

“y/n-,” he whispers desperately. hoping you could hear how much he wants you to stay here, where it's safe.

he can’t keep putting you in dangerous situations just because he wants to play hero.

“you’re not going without me! i won’t let you!” standing your ground, your hand tightening around his.

steve can’t help but think back to earlier that night, sitting in the tiled bathroom of starcourt mall, robin opposite of him.

“i just don’t get it,” robin says groggily, slowly coming down from the high and voicing her opinions.

“what?,” steve looks at her, eyes droopy, mouth slightly agape.

“you…going on all of these dates,” robin pointed out, “how you don’t realize you have the perfect girl in front of you,” she wonders aloud he knows she wasn’t talking about herself, especially after she trusted him with her little secret.

“you don’t think i know that?,” steve says, eyes closing, head slowly coming in contact with the wall behind him, defeated.

“why don’t you do anything about it then?”

“because….because- she’s y/n! and i’m…” he pauses for a second, trying to find a better way to explain it to robin but all he could manage to say was “i’m just steve.”

“well ‘just steve,’ i think you’re pretty cool,” robin compliments him, allowing him to fully strip away the walls, his hidden feelings coming to surface.

“she has dreams and goals and i know damn well, she’s going to make every single one of those things happen, meanwhile, look at what i’m wearing! look at where i am! sitting on a bathroom floor, drugged!,-”

“hey, what does that say about me,” robin interjects.

“please, i practically dragged you in here with me,” he continues, “all i do is drag people into chaos….i dragged y/n in this mess too, i can’t continue holding her back,” an exasperated sigh escaping his lips.

“hm, you don’t have to hold her back, y’know?” robin countered, have you ever considered being the one to hold her hand and support her through all her ‘dreams and goals’?,” she asks, hopefully giving steve a new perspective.

“she doesn’t want that,” he says defeatedly.

“have you asked her?” robin questions. steve lets out a sigh before shaking his head no.

“you’ll never know if you never try, but if you need a little push, if i were her, after everything i’ve seen today, i would’ve left a long time ago,” she says like a prophet.

those words echo in his ears now and he sees it all clearly.

you stayed.

you could have left, could have stopped talking to him and walked away forever. yet here you are, gazing at him with pleading eyes, hands in his, hoping he won’t let go.

that fact is evident to him now as he feels your hand tightening around his.

steve found himself nodding slowly, a blast of realization striking him. you mirrored his gesture, sealing an unspoken agreement – minds and bodies communicating before any words were uttered.

within the next second, the two of you made your way back to TODFTHER, headed to the mall - together.

iv. the car crash and neverending story

“holy shit, hoLY SHIT! STEVE-,” you shout, the boy’s foot not leaving the gas as the car continues to accelerate.

steve takes a quick glance at you, “PUT YOUR SEATBELT ON!,” he yells and you quickly obey his order knowing he has no intention of stepping on the brake.

as soon as he heard the little click, with both hands on the wheel, steve immediately stepped on the gas, the car accelerating at a speed you couldn’t even imagine. you can’t help but hold your breath, scared for the impact you know is about to come.

in a matter of seconds, TODFTHER crashes into the black car driven by billy hargrove — bursting it into flames. nothing can be heard but the ringing in your ear as you try to refocus. this wouldn’t be the first time the two of you had matching concussions because of billy.

“are you okay?,” steve immediately inspects you, unbuckling your seatbelt, warm hands gently cupping your cheeks, eyes finding yours. your chest heaving, trying to make sense of how the two of you were still alive.

as you catch your breath, you look up into his golden eyes, rapid breaths syncing. then, in one swift moment, his lips are on yours, in a quick, passionate kiss.

well, this is definitely not how steve imagined his first kiss with you.

he pulls away as soon as he registers his actions and you’re left breathless, not at all sure with what happened.

“sorry, i got caught in the moment,” he panics.

“it’s okay,” you nod still trying to catch your breath.

you don’t catch the way his eyes lose a little glimmer of hope. he’s about to take back what he said until the mindflayer makes an appearance on top of the building and you both very much snap out of the trance, being reminded that you were still in the middle of the battle.

nancy directs your attention to her, yelling for your safety. steve immediately jumps out of the car, his warm hands instinctively grabbing yours, making sure you enter the car first.

silence envelops the vehicle, everyone too afraid to say anything as the haunting size of the creature continues to taunt the group.

it wasn’t until dustin’s voice rang into the air followed by a young girl that everyone finally released the breath they were holding.

you look at steve with recognition, “suzie,” you say in harmony and he can’t help but be in awe.

“you’re going to have to say sorry for doubting him,” you tease, making steve chuckle.

he liked that. the fact that you guys can immediately joke around like he didn’t just kiss you after he crashed the car that could’ve caused your deaths.

suzie-poo and dusty-bun keeps the group entertained, especially when they start singing a duet to never ending story.

steve looks at you like this is the craziest thing he’s ever heard, the rest of group looking disgusted.

you can’t help but giggle, quietly singing along to dustin, for only steve to hear, making him shake his head in disbelief.

“i cant believe she’s real,” steve says after the musical that is probably in the top three most life changing moments in his life and the two of you break out in quiet giggles.

v. ambulances and “friends?”

the battle was bloody and not everyone came back unscathed. some didn’t come back at all. hopper made a huge sacrifice. billy was dead.

now everyone was seated in their own ambulances, near star court mall, waiting for clearance.

you’ve spent the last hour trying to comfort max in her grief. losing billy like that, right in front of her eyes, left her in her thoughts, refusing to talk to anyone.

the only reason she let you in was because you knew her brother in a different light, unlike the others who has always viewed him as the villain.

“is it bad that part of me is relieved?,” max quietly whispers like she didn’t even want you to hear it, almost like the guilt of saying it out loud was going to kill her.

you shake her head no, “grief can present itself in different ways, you don’t have to feel a certain way,” you reassure the younger girl, “just feel what you’re feeling now and take it day by day” you try to comfort her, hoping your words can somehow reach her.

meanwhile steve was with dustin and robin, sitting in a different ambulance.

“i kissed her,” steve confessed to the duo.

“you kissed her?” robin and dustin says at the same time. one with pride, the other, shocked.

“i. kissed. her.” steve repeats, more to affirm himself that it actually happened and it wasn’t just the drugs that had completely worn off at the time nor was it the concussion he surely had.

he really kissed you. he knows its true because if he closes his eyes and think about it hard enough, he can still feel the softness of your lips on his.

“well are you gonna go talk to her about it?,” robin breaks him out of his daydream and the question immediately causes bubbles to rise through his stomach.

he feels like he's going to throw up.

“what if i dont?,” he panted, “i did tell her it was just a spur of a moment thing,” he reveals.

“now, why would you tell her that?” dustin says like a father disappointed in his kid.

“i don’t want to ruin our friendship!” he defends himself, arms flailing in the wind.

“you already kissed her dumbass, thats like #1 on things not to do to ruin a friendship,” robin points out and he knows there’s no way he was going to win this two to one battle.

he was going to have to talk to you.

“hey,” steve's hushed voice breaks you out of your own thoughts.

max has left you on your own a while ago, saying she just wanted to be alone. when she was gone, you had a bit of time to process everything as much as you can at the moment.

“you okay?” steve asks softly.

giving him a small smile, you pat the empty space beside you, inviting him in your ambulance, “could be better, but yeah…i'm okay, are you?”

he nods, answering your question. “are you sure?... billy is gone,” he mentions cautiously, afraid of how you would react but prepared to offer comfort.

“well... i do feel sorry for max, she’s the one that lost her brother tonight,” he nods, understanding what you meant.

billy was long gone for you. surely, not like this — never would you have wanted it to be like this. but he no longer occupies any part of your mind and definitely not your heart.

“do you know what actually scared me?” you whisper, your breath coming in contact with the cold air. his silence urges you to go on.

“when i couldn’t find you,” you admit to him and to yourself.

steve sees everything that he needs to see in your eyes – love, fear, a hint of sadness.

he has the urge to pull you into him, to feel your lips like he did earlier that night. but before he does, he knows he has to come clean. he has to do it right this time.

“i have to tell you something,” he says urgently.

“if something like tonight ever happens again, god i hope it doesn’t, but if it did and i never got to say this, i would hate myself forever,” he rambles, trying to buy time. he knows that after he says what he’s about to say then things with you will take a turn.

“you're scaring me steve…what is it?” you ask, softly placing your hand on top of his shaking leg, hoping to somehow help him calm down. he takes a second to gather his composure.

to make sure he says the words the way you deserve to hear them – honest, sweet, gentle.

“y/n, i am in love with you,” he confesses into the night air, soft brown eyes locked on yours.

you stare at him, eyes slightly widening, registering his words.

for steve, time seemed to stretch endlessly, it could've been three seconds or three minutes but but it was unquestionably the longest silence he had ever endured.

when you still haven’t said anything, he realizes he has made a mistake and knows he has to fix it, immediately.

“a-and you don't have to say it back!, i'm not asking for anything!, i mean it would be nice but i'm totally okay with just being fr-” he fumbles over his words, hoping that dustin could find some sort of way to teleport back in time to prevent this confession from happening. but then he feels it — soft lips pressing against his own, shutting him up ever so sweetly.

his body responds instinctively, returning the gentle kiss, eyes fluttering close. this was how it was supposed to go.

“please don’t say you're okay with us just being friends,” you tease, finally easing his racing thoughts.

he chuckles softly, “i am… i am not okay with us just being friends,.” he admits, mirroring your expression.

“good.”

that one word was all it took for all of steve's worries to fade, happily pulling you closer until there are no spaces left to fill.

bonus: pretty privilege (3 months later)

walking into family video, you gently drop steve’s hand, immediately missing the warmth it provided and causing a tiny frown to appear on your boyfriend’s face.

“hey keith,” you greeted the boy behind the counter sweetly.

“h-hi y/n, what can i do for you?,” he was grinning from ear to ear and you knew this was going to be easy.

“do you think,” you start, voice going an octave higher, an innocent glow in your eyes, “you maybe have two job positions open, right now?,” you finish, a hand placed softly, and very calculatedly on his arm. you were completely taking advantage of his “secret” crush on you.

steve glances between the two of you in disbelief.

meanwhile, the boy behind the counter was a blushing mess, mumbling a “god, y-you’re so pretty,” and steve has to physically hold himself back from kicking the air.

keith leans over the counter, “yeah, i’m-” he starts to say, but before he could end his sentence, steve’s hands wrapped protectively around yours, dragging you out of sight and in between one of the aisles.

“what are you doing?,” he quietly blurted once the two of you were out of sight. his arms crossing against his chest, biceps protruding, eyebrows going up.

“trying to get you and robin a job,” you reminded him of the reason why the three of you were even in this store in the first place.

“yeah but what’s with the cute voice and the eyes!,” he points out, “oh keith! do you have a job opening right now?,” he bats his eyelashes, mimicking you, completely appalled by the way you used your cute voice that was only supposed to be reserved for him.

“okay first of all, i do not sound like that. second, it’s pretty privilege steve and you have to know when to use it,” he rolls his eyes at your answer.

“yes, you do sound like that!” he whines like a five year old child, “...omygosh keith you’re so manly!, you have a job, you-,” he continues mocking.

“steve harrington,” you cut him off, “are you jealous?,” you accuse, holding back your smile.

“i don’t get jealous,” he scoffs, an absurd expression on his face like he couldn’t believe you even suggested that.

“really? because you’re looking pretty green right now,” you tease, a small smile playing on your lips.

“y/n it’s physically impossible for people to turn green,” he rolls his eyes. you ignore the use of your name.

“it’s a metaphor,” you tease.

“you're a metaphor,” he mocks and you can’t stand it anymore, he’s acting too cute.

“you're cute when you’re jealous,”

“you really shouldn't be though,” you continue.

“yeah i know...its just keith,”

“no, its because i’m all yours, steve harrington.”

in an instant, all annoyance melts away from him and you know you won. your hands instinctively thread behind his neck, grabbing a hold of his curls, a routine you’re now all too familiar with but could never get enough of.

the taste of strawberry chapstick mingles with spearmint. steve senses your smile against his lips, pulling you closer as his hands encircle your waist, deepening the kiss. soft moans escape your lips, audible only to him.

he craves more of you, currently wishing you were alone in the comfort of his room, his car, or anywhere but here, in the middle of all these vhs tapes.

“ehem,” robin’s cough breaks the two of you apart, making you jump.

quickly wiping your lips, you push steve away, taking notice of the lipstick that was now painted on him before sending robin an apologetic smile.

it’s all too easy to get lost in the boy beside you.

“are you lovebirds done or should i go watch a movie first?,” she says sarcastically. she was honestly over all the lip locking. it was cute at first but the honeymoon phase is now starting to tire the rest of the group.

“well, you could-” steve starts.

you quickly jab him in the stomach, shutting him up. “sorry,” you smile sheepishly at robin, “yes, we’re done.”

robin chuckles, “whatever, i got us the job” she states, ready to get out of there.

“how?,” steve asks, head tilting to the side.

“told him that steve’s a real chick magnet and he’ll attract a lot of customers...especially hot babes,” she shrugs like it didn’t take any work.

“ahh,” you nod slowly, agreeing, then redirecting your focus back to steve.

“see. pretty privilege.” you point out, making steve chuckle, his fingers naturally wrapping around yours as the three of you finally walk out of the store.

and no, you don’t miss the way he looks back at keith with a smirk.

an: i will not promise a next year this time because in all honesty, i got nothing but moment titles. if i do write one, it will just be randomly posted one day lol.

thank you for reading! and if you were here when i first posted part one (exactly a year ago), extra love to you<3

please feel free to drop your thoughts, comments, suggestions, etc, in my inbox <3 (anons are welcomed!)

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ericscroptop · 7 months ago

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✧ pairing: bf! eric x gf! reader

✦ genre: smut

✧ warnings: 18+ (minors DNI), smut, p!rn without plot, mentions of food and eating, cursing, 69 position, oral, female receiving, male receiving, fingering, fondling, spit & drool, lots of tongue, dirty talk, praising, pet names, kissing, a bit of aftercare

✦ word count: 3.8k words

✧ synopsis: you’re hungry for ice cream and offer eric some, but he has a different kind of dessert in mind.

✦ note: hope y’all enjoy this as much as i did, hehe <3

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“Do you want one?”

“Nah, no thanks!”

You close the freezer and find the trash can, stepping on the steel pedal to open the lid and dispose of your ice cream wrapper.

Walking away from the kitchen, you trail towards the living room and plop yourself on the sofa that your boyfriend was already cozy on.

You park your body on the open space to the left of Eric, deciding to sit horizontally with your back leaning against the armrest, and you prop your feet and legs over his thighs.

His eyes are glued to the television in front, watching a k-drama that was you guys’ favorite show to watch at the moment when you had free time before bed.

As soon as you get comfortable, you begin to indulge in your sweet treat.

Your ice cream of choice was a Drumstick vanilla-sundae ice cream cone. You bite at the roasted peanuts and chocolatey coating, enjoying the cone while Eric was going off about some character you two equally despised.

You listen to him and giggle, adding your own commentary in between bites.

Currently, that character you both loathe appears on screen, so you let free a groan in annoyance and a string of not-so-nice words in seeing their face and antics.

Eric laughs at how passionate you are at being a certified hater, and he takes his gaze away from the show to glance at you.

You have reached the vanilla ice cream in your cone, so you start to lick at it to scoop it out and coat your tongue in the creamy goodness.

Personally, you find it satisfying feeling your tongue push the cream around inside the waffle cone. You let your tongue gather enough cream to your liking and licked it out, allowing it to melt in your mouth. Your teeth then bite at the cone and eat it slowly, making it a tad smaller. Then, you’d repeat this process once again.

The corners of Eric’s mouth fall and his lips part slightly, enthralled at the movement of your tongue on your ice cream.

Suddenly the view of you licking your ice cream is much more interesting than the k-drama playing.

He can’t help but eye you curiously. The way your tongue works around the cream has his mind comparing it to the way you’d lick at his own shaft when going down on him.

Even though you’re doing something as mundane as eating, he finds your actions erotic. His mouth is beginning to salivate in watching you, craving for your tongue’s attention to be centered on his cock instead.

He tries not to shift in his spot as your legs are draped over his thighs and he doesn’t want to disturb you. Though, his senses are beginning to heighten, and he can feel blood deploying to his cock and brain.

You’re mindlessly eating your dessert, not noticing your boyfriend’s hungry eyes trained on you.

At least, not until Eric deeply sucks in a breath in seeing your thick, pink tongue attempt at squeezing in the small hole of the little end-bit of the Drumstick. That did it for him.

At the sound, you raise your brows and turn your head right, looking at him in interest while simultaneously stuffing the end-bit of the cone in your mouth.

“What? Don’t tell me you wanted a bite— I asked if you wanted one.” you tell him with a full mouth, hand a couple centimeters away from your lips as you spoke while chewing.

He probably wanted a taste of your ice cream, you thought. Eric always says food tastes better when it’s yours.

Which, probably means he just likes sharing saliva, but whatever— you never minded. You’d happily give him a taste if he asked. He always did the same for you. You just liked to tease him about it.

But this time, Eric isn’t huffing for the reason that you think.

He averts his eyes from you, beginning to busy himself in caressing your ankles while he trained his eyes back to the TV.

Your eyes follow to your legs over his thighs, watching as his fingers moved gently over your skin.

Your pupils then notice the outline of Eric’s cock bulging through his grey sweatpants, letting a quiet gasp free once you process it.

Your boyfriend’s ears perk at that and he looks back at you, then to his lap, and he sheepishly smiles, feeling embarrassed at you having caught his boner.

“I couldn’t help it…. you just looked so pretty licking that ice cream.” he whines, eyes apologetic.

You look at him in awe, fighting back from letting out a chuckle at how dirty-minded Eric was. I mean, you sometimes are, too. And it doesn’t take much for you to become sexually aroused from your boyfriend. But it still catches you by surprise that he has a hard-on from watching you merely eat.

You remove your legs from his thighs and sit upright, then shift closer so that you’re sitting closely next to him.

“Dirty boy.” your breath fans over his face as you spoke, your words and proximity causing the tips of his ears to heat up and go red.

You cheekily grin, then lean into his cheek to press a loving kiss against it.

Eric eyes you with desire as you draw back after. Craving for those supple lips of yours to wrap around his aching cock, and is feeling ravenous for your pussy.

He was a bit flustered in being unable to hide his abrupt horniness at you innocently enjoying your treat, but he’s not gonna back down in satisfying his craving.

“Wanna have more dessert together? We can eat in the bedroom.” he speaks lowly, all suggestive and with a smirk.

It is now you who starts to feel hot in hearing his suggestion, mood changed and k-drama way past forgotten. You press your thighs instinctively together, liking the sound of that.

Eric notices and wets his lips with his tongue, smirk still prevalent on his face as he’s made you needy now, too.

He doesn’t hesitate in grabbing the remote and turning off the screen. Getting off the couch and now standing, he extends an arm down in front of you. You blush as you take his hand, and he pulls you up, interlocking your fingers with his own.

Without any words, you two walk to your shared bedroom, smiles beaming on each of your faces as you walked with hands intertwined to perform some raunchy activity.

When you guys make it to the bedroom, Eric immediately reaches over his head, grabbing the upper back of his shirt, and pulls it over his head effortlessly.

The sight of his naked torso alone is enough to make your pussy pulse. You take in the sight of his abdominal muscles and toned arms— of which, you swear have gotten just a tad bigger lately. Him working out almost every day is really evident.

It’s taking a lot right now to not jump at his bones and feverishly start licking up his chest. You bite back comments that would feed his ego and make it skyrocket, because although he is your boyfriend, you should play it cool for now.

But you know he’ll be bragging and teasing later to you how your body withers for him, and how his actions can make you easily go dumb and come undone.

Eric has taken a seat on the end of the bed as you remove your top and bottoms, leaving you in your panties. You hear him whistle like a cheeky bastard when he sees the soft flesh of your breasts bounce and the bottom of your butt cheeks peeking from the fabric.

“Stopppp,” you playfully draw out, grinning like an idiot and cheeks turning crimson at his reaction.

Your small hands cup your boobs, massaging the skin and rubbing along your tender nipples as you watch your boyfriend smoldering at you while he removes his sweats.

Goosebumps appear on your skin in a flash, aroused to discover that he went commando today. His cock immediately sprung up from his sweats as he removed and tossed them to the side.

His right hand grabs hold of it, running his fingers along his shaft as he leans backwards, letting his back hit the bed sheets and he moans at his own movements.

“Want you on top of me— backwards, please.” he practically begs, legs stretched out in front of him, slightly splayed over the bed.

A whimper escapes your throat at his open neediness, making it feel like there’s a heartbeat in your cunt.

You register that he wants you backwards on top, meaning he wants to 69. A position that you guys didn’t frequent, but Eric enjoyed it so much.

He loved the idea of pleasing each other at the same time, fulfilling both of your hungry oral desires without waiting for one another’s turn.

It was so vulnerable, intimate, and lewd— which is why Eric found it so salacious.

You honestly did like it, too. But sometimes it was a bit overwhelming and easy to be dazed from his pussy-eating skills and attention while you’re trying to focus on his cock. You also were shy in having your entire ass in his face and body on top of him, but he always assured you that it was easier that way, and he loved it. He wanted you like that.

You walked closer to him and approached the side of the bed, leaning close enough to bring a hand to his face and caress his cheek. You soaked in every part of his face for a moment, since you’d be facing away from him in a minute or so. You couldn’t resist in bringing your lips down to kiss his own velvety ones, burning in desire all throughout as they moved delicately with yours.

You swallowed and let out a shaky breath as you pulled back, beginning to play with the hem of your panties out of anticipation.

“Take them off.” he rasps, looking at you with utter desperation.

You follow his order, pulling your underwear down and stepping out of the fabric without anymore delay.

You finally get on the bed, crawling over his body and bring your face close to his genitals. You take time in positioning yourself as comfortably as you can possibly get on either side of his shoulders.

Both of your hands grip onto his thighs, eyeing his throbbing cock in need. Your thighs are shut over Eric, squeezing them together at how horny you were.

He fixes that instantly though, pulling them apart and is greeted by the perfect view of your sex.

“There she is.” he whispers, making every fiber of your body flutter at those three words.

“Be a good girl for me and try not to squirm or jerk away this time, okay?” he says, pressing feathery kisses along the inner part of your thighs.

“Mhmm” is all he can get out of you at that. His mouth or touch hasn’t even reached your cunt yet, and you’re already melting away.

He finally greets your pussy, fingers making contact against your folds and rubbing carefully along them. A gasp releases from you as the pads of his fingers play with the outside of your cunt.

His lips suddenly attach to your sex, kissing your pussy slowly to start off, eventually building up to practically making out with your lips and his kisses become more intense.

Your eyes are practically glued shut, high off the feeling of Eric simply touching you with his fingers and lips on the most intimate part of your body. No matter how many times he touched you, you’d always be weak to it as if it was the first time.

“You like when I kiss you here, don’t you?” he puffs out, then goes back to attaching his mouth to your sex, letting his tongue slip out and he begins licking you.

“Fuck— Eric!”

“Don’t forget to touch me too, pretty. Wanna feel those pretty lips around me.”

Your brows were slightly furrowed, too focused on the pleasurable attention Eric’s giving you right now. Way too focused that you forgot that this position was meant to be a two-way street.

You swallowed, looking at his red tip, whole-hard cock aching to be taken care of.

“Mhm— s’ry. Gonna make it all better, baby.” you breathe out.

You begin to bubble up together a decent amount of saliva in your mouth, then spit onto your dominant hand, using it as lubricant for Eric’s cock.

Your fingers and palm then wrap carefully around his shaft, starting off with slow, soft strokes. Eric groans into your pussy at you finally touching him, making you smile in satisfaction.

You give his tip a tender kiss before licking circles around his cock head, allowing your tongue to dance around and toy with his slit.

“Fuck, baby! You’re such a damn tease.” he growls out.

You continue to lick further down his shaft, swirling painfully slow along the long veins that decorate his cock and on the underside, adding just a tiny bit more pressure from your fat tongue, just the way he likes.

Needy noises from Eric start to become more frequent from your actions, and he takes it upon himself to finally amp it up a bit more as he takes an index finger and sticks it in his mouth. His own saliva coats it and without warning, he inserts it inside of you.

Moans tumble out of you from the feeling, and he doesn’t even give you at least a minute to think more about it before he adds a second finger, causing you to whine at the stretch and girth of them inside you.

“You love my fingers, huh? Always take them s’ well. Atta’ girl.” he coos.

With that stretch from his fingers in you, it provides more access to your cunt for him. His tongue inserts between your pussy lips and he begins to lick you more.

Eric feels the smooth, rounded edges of your opening as he slips it inside. He slips his tongue in and out hungrily, feeling your slippery walls firmly in doing so.

He feels carnal and lascivious as he eats you like a starved man. Hungry for your warm pussy. Hungry to show love and attention to the most vulnerable part of your body. Hungry to please you— his pretty girl.

You can’t help but mewl in feeling those thick fingers of his fucking around inside you. His mouth reaching different avenues of your cunt also is driving you closer and closer to the edge, knowing that you’ll fall apart eventually.

You shake your head and redirect your focus to his cock, not hesitating in rubbing his cock head over your lips, groaning as you smeared his wet tip mixed in your saliva and his precum over them. They part after a few seconds and you take some of Eric’s length in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you bobbed your head rhythmically.

You focused on providing long, deep strokes with maximum suction on each up stroke, humming in pleasure at the fullness of his girthy cock moving in your mouth.

Eric’s panting at your warm mouth fucking him just right and from devouring you up, driving him insane.

Your hand jacks off what you can’t fit, coating itself in the wetness you two have made from the mixture of your body fluids. Eventually, your hand reaches out to his balls, petting and caressing carefully the delicate sack.

“Mmph! Y/n…” Eric whimpers, making you clench around his fingers at his whining. He knows he’s so close, and so he’s even more passionate in eating you out, the tip of his nose pressing into your clit, gently brushing over your sensitive bud.

You remove your mouth from his cock in an instant, chest heaving and eyes rolling back.

The feeling of his nose on your clit is like pure euphoria to you. Eric’s nose was so prominent and sharp. It was arguably one of his best features you’d say, and so his nose combined with your clit was like living on cloud nine.

Unthinkingly, your hips rocked, grinding your cunt into his mouth. Your body was greedy in wanting more of his face on your sex, specifically towards your swollen clit.

Eric chuckles lowly to himself at you wanting to face-fuck him. “My greedy girl wants more?” he takes advantage of this position and spanks your ass cheek, a loud gasp leaving your mouth as a result from the sting mixed with pleasure.

He begins to squeeze your hips, holding you securely. The tip of his nose presses into your clit, gently rubbing it over your sensitive bud and drawing small circles around it. It’s perfectly shaped to apply pressure, as well as on your inner lips.

Although the stimulation is making you weaker and weaker by the minute, you attach your mouth back onto Eric’s cock, going back to blowing him and slurping up his length as best as you can.

Your hand jacks him off sloppily, and your movements start to become messy from how wet and slippery his entire length, your hand, and mouth is. Saliva is beginning to pool out from the corners of your lips, making you feel full from drowning in his cock.

Your pussy vibrates from Eric groaning into it due to the pretty noises releasing from your throat and how beyond wet your hot mouth is.

He starts bucking his hips into your mouth and you gag at his sudden movements while his body is full of tension, a blast of pleasure that travels from his head to his toes.

It’s driving him to the brink of madness from your lecherous noises, actions, and your heated bottom in his face. He can also feel your fleshy breasts and hard nipples resting over his abdomen.

It is a cornucopia of pleasurable sensation for him, and so you feel him throb inside your mouth, signaling that his climax is approaching.

His breathing is becoming more ragged and his moans get higher and higher pitched as he gets closer. He mumbles incoherent things into your cunt, head spinning and lost in lust while his release spurts out.

His cock pulsates while his thick cum squirts into your mouth, making you both fill the room with repeated moans and other noises.

His load hits your tongue, the inside of your cheeks, and the back of your throat, tasting slightly sweet as you swallow all the cream he has to offer.

Eric knows you’re close too, and only gives himself a few seconds to recover from orgasm before he gives maximum attention to your cunt again. His tongue presses down experimentally on your clit before his balmy, wet lips take it and start sucking on it eagerly.

“Eric— baby!” you pulled his sensitive cock away from you mouth and moaned, feeling like sobbing when he sticks his fingers inside you again simultaneously, and slides them easily in and out of you.

He’s so carnal, sucking, eating, and playing with you like there’s no tomorrow. Although you can’t see how fucked out your lover is, you can feel his devotion and desire for you as he eats you out.

His fervor shatters any remaining control you have over your body, and you’re trembling and writhing on top of him, making you whimper at the feeling of losing control and your genital muscles beginning to contract.

“Let it all out, baby. You can cum for me. I want it so bad.” he babbles into your folds, making you do exactly what he says and cum all over his face.

“Fuckkkk,” your voice wavered, involuntarily shaking from reaching your climax, feeling as if you’re cross-faded and gone in the brain.

Eric grunts as he begins to slurp at your bits, lathering his tongue and mouth in all your juices.

Your pussy is now overly-past sensitive now, and you practically cry out, desperately attempting in looking back at Eric, but your ass covers any sign of him, and his face is hidden in drowning in your pussy.

“Eric!” you whine and draw out his name, raising his attention as he removes his face from your sex and breathes in heavily.

You remove yourself off him and turn around immediately, looking at him with a fucked-out gaze. You meet his own heavy lidded eyes, along with a combination of your vagina secretions and his own drool coating his face from the nose down.

Your teeth can’t help but tug on your bottom lip at the sight, finding your boyfriend so fucking hot and feeling like you’re gonna melt into a puddle after finally seeing his face.

He still continues to catch his breath, chest rising and falling as he wipes his chin. “C’mere,” he murmurs breathlessly, arms open, ready to embrace you.

You inch closer towards him and let him welcome you into his arms. Eric holds you tightly while he falls backwards on his back, and then shifts you two sideways on the bed with you still secure within his hold.

You cuddle each other, your face nuzzled into his neck/shoulder, inhaling his scent while he caresses your back, helping your mind and body adjust to the feelings of post-sex.

“You did so well.”

“Always such a good girl for me.”

“I love you— so much, pretty.”

You pull your face away from hiding, looking at him with smiling eyes and fluttering lashes, bringing a hand of yours to brush away some loose strands of slightly-damp hair from his forehead.

“I love you too, Eric.”

He eyes your lips for a moment before he meets them with his own, sticky juices coating your lips while kissing passionately. Eric groans, fucking loving the way you could probably taste yourself on him and thinking about how you had your mouth on his manhood earlier— and swallowed all of his creamy seed.

You guys continue to peck each other’s faces. Eyes, nose, cheeks, and lips, giggling and rolling around in bed.

“My handsome boy.” you suddenly say, lost for a moment as you stare at your lover’s features and soak it all in. Looking at Eric never got old, his beauty always caught you by surprise as if you have never seen his face before. You could stare at him all day.

He chuckles shyly, cheeks growing warm at your comment and fondness for him.

“You’re such a cutie.” you giggle at him, and he just smiles, adoring how soft and cute you get after sex. You were his pretty baby. And always would be.

“Can’t argue with that.” he replies, smirking as he kisses the top of your head.

“Let’s sleep now, hm?” he whispers.

You sigh happily, exhausted and ready to fall asleep in Eric’s arms after some good sex.

You two get ready for bed, and sleep soundly that night knowing that you belong to each other.

And you each wouldn’t want or have it any other way.

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niallsstainedcoffeecup · 6 months ago

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A Scoop of Love

Y/N, a single mother, who no longer believes in love, meets the new ice cream shop owner, Harry Styles. Can she balance a new love, her ex-husband, and her daughter? Or will it all fall apart?

This is a new miniseries I'm working on. Let me know what you think, and if you would like to see anything in the future parts. Lots of love! Love either bloomed beautifully or withered wastefully. Y/N witnessed this first-hand with her parents’ marriage, then her own. Her parents loved one another, from sharing multiple morning kisses before leaving for work to drawing lavender bubble baths for one another after a rough day. She grew up surrounded by love, so naturally, she searched for and planned her true love. They would meet at a bookstore or in a university lecture, and then he would propose after three blissful years of dating. They would get married in the church her parents got married in, she would wear a modern version of her mother’s wedding dress, and there would be bouquets of beautiful pink peonies everywhere. However, a higher being glanced over her plans and laughed.

She met her husband at the first university party she attended. He was in his second year of university, and she was in her first year, but her dark humor and extensive music knowledge kept him entertained all night. They dated for an exciting year filled with morning kisses before she left for class and late-night conversations about their future, and then they were blessed with the news that she was pregnant.

Her parents rejoiced, but his parents forced him to propose. They were married in her parents’ garden, under a floral arch her mother designed, with very few guests because his parents did not want their friends to see the small bump under the maternity wedding dress that she despised. At twenty, she gave birth to their beautiful daughter, Daphne.

The couple attempted to raise their daughter together, but the morning kisses turned to cold glares, and conversations about the future transformed into hate-filled mutters about feeling trapped. A few weeks after their daughter’s third birthday, she divorced the man she planned to spend forever with. Her marriage devoured her hope for love. * * * * *

Oldies from the sixties and seventies flowed from the Bluetooth stereo and throughout the small kitchen. She flipped the sizzling bacon, plated the burning eggs, and buttered the steaming toast. Pausing the music, she listened for movement, like the sound of her daughter’s electric toothbrush or the squeak of those awful shoes her daughter’s school assigned as the required dress code. The sneaky eight-year-old was known for slipping back into bed after her mother returned to her busy morning schedule; however, they could not be late this morning. The bathroom door’s squeaky hinge informed her that Daphne just finished her morning routine and should appear in the kitchen soon. She chugged the remainder of the French vanilla coffee in an attempt to muster all possible energy.

Two bouncing ponytails hovered beside the wooden kitchen table and then descended until they disappeared with a giggle. “Did it look like I was walking downstairs? Daphne asked, hopping up the minute her mother chuckled at the illusion.

She nodded, wrapping her arms around her daughter’s small frame. “My little magician. Who taught you that?”

She knew the answer before she asked the question, recalling mornings when her ex-husband would send her into a fit of laughter by claiming he left the eggs downstairs and then descending behind the counter until he reappeared with two eggs in his hands. Late at night, she often wondered what happened to that man. Did she kill his spirit? Or did he reserve that side of himself for people he actually loved?

“Daddy. Will he pick me up after school?” She never knew how to answer these questions. She should have a solid answer, but her ex-husband loved creating excuses as to why he couldn’t watch their daughter during his scheduled weekends.

Instead, she replied by handing her daughter the breakfast plate. “You need to eat breakfast. We’ll leave in ten minutes.”

Daphne hopped onto the nearby stool, taking turns between eating breakfast and kicking her feet along with the music’s beat. Her mother rushed around the apartment, shoving expired library books into the young girl’s pink backpack. No matter what time her mother woke up, she was always in a hurry. She couldn’t remember a time when her mother wasn’t busy, even when they visited her grandparents, her mother took it upon herself to cook everyone dinner.

“Are you ready to start our Friday?” Y/N asked, helping the little girl into her black raincoat.

Daphne nodded, flashing her mother a wide, toothy grin before running down the quiet hallway. Shushing the eight-year-old and her heavy feet, she followed her daughter down the stairs and into the real world. She despised Fridays because Fridays looked like her, alone in the apartment with a Chinese delivery and a movie that she ignored in favor of thinking about where her life was headed. Her best friend, Christie, often suggested that they go out and find someone new, but she knew the love of her life wasn’t in a bar waiting for her. Romantic love skipped right over her, so years ago, she decided she would focus on the only love in her life, her daughter. * * * * *

A higher being loved irony, especially when leading her through life. Although her chances at true love were dashed when she signed the divorce papers, she spent the majority of her days photographing random couple’s wedding photos. Sure, she also photographed family portraits, fashion shoots, and other various photography projects, but many of her customers were couples in love.

Today, she was capturing the love between Peter and Samantha, a young couple who planned a Shakespearian wedding, so they dressed as Romeo and Juliet for the wedding invitation photos. She wondered whether Romeo and Juliet were couple goals because wasn’t the play criticizing the societal norms that killed the teens? Peter’s check told her to shut up and do what she did best–photograph the sweet couple. She had about thirty photos before her ex-husband’s ringtone startled everyone in the studio.

She sighed, waving over her assistant, “I’m sorry. Kira will provide you both with champagne while I answer this call.”

Kira poured the champagne for the happy couple, who reassured them they needed a break anyway. She walked away from the small group and farther into the studio’s storage room because her gut knew Tyler’s call was not about what he ate for lunch.

“Hello?” She prepared her heart for the excuse.

She heard shuffling on his end as if he wasn’t expecting her to answer his call. “Hey, I’m sorry to call you at work. How are you?” His deep, hypnotic voice shook with guilt.

The first time she heard that familiar shake in his voice, she thought she still made him nervous. However, she quickly learned that his voice shook when he was about to utter another lame excuse as to why he couldn’t be a father that weekend. She rolled her eyes because she did not have the time for this.

“Tyler, what is it this time?”

He sighed. “I need you to cover for me this weekend. Jo asked me to drive her to the doctor’s office, and she also planned a romantic weekend away.”

A low growl pulled her lips back into a snarl. “You can’t spend time with our daughter because you have to drive your girlfriend to the doctor? Can she not drive herself like an adult? Do you not understand how much Daphne misses you?”

“Listen, I didn’t call you for a lecture on parenting. We all can’t be perfect parents like you.” Tyler hissed, a tone she knew very well from their relationship.

The couple could argue about anything, from when the milk expired to why he never wanted to hold her hand anymore. The passion in their marriage centered around their hatred of one another until, one day, the arguments stopped, and a cold silence enveloped the couple. The heart of their marriage had shriveled up and died.

She chuckled bitterly, running her free hand through her hair. “I’m not asking you to be the perfect parent. I’m asking that you be there for our daughter, and you can’t even do that. Have fun with your girlfriend.”

Tyler ended the call without another word. Did he not respond because he knew she was right? She would break Daphne’s heart when she told her the news, but they would still have an amazing weekend because her daughter deserved it. Sighing, she regained her composure and returned to the lovely couple, whose love reminded her that love was still alive for everyone except her. * * * * *

“He canceled on Daphne again because Joanna needed an uber? Did you tell him to fuck off?” Christie complained as if she were the one who divorced Tyler.

Y/N chuckled, shaking her head. “No, I did tell him to fuck off in parent though. Does Joanna not understand that Daphne misses her father?”

“You mean the woman who ruined your marriage is trying to separate your daughter from her father?” Christie’s sarcasm usually made her laugh, but those words stilled her hand on the computer mouse.

The wedding photo she was editing once again mocked her situation. Her marriage wilted away for two years, but Joanna produced the final drought that destroyed every root and petal.

She recalled the day, replaying the moments as if they were scenes from a movie. She left early that morning, dropping Daphne off with her parents while she went shopping for her daughter’s birthday party. She purchased party hats detailed with a singing, independent princess and ordered two cakes decorated with the same princess and her quirky sidekick. Deciding to surprise her husband with a lunch date, she returned to their apartment, where she found her husband kissing another woman in their kitchen.

The cheating couple spun around toward her, and his only response came in the form of an apathetic mutter, "I thought you would be gone all day." They divorced a few weeks after that. She never cried because Joanna slept with her husband; she cried because the couple shared an emotional connection far deeper than what they ever had. The love in his eyes returned and sparkled brighter than she had ever seen, all for a woman he met five months ago. He found his soulmate, and it wasn’t her.

“Y/N? Hello? Did the call drop?” Christie’s frantic questions rescued her from the dark spiral she fell into.

She gasped, realizing she had fifteen minutes of editing time before she had to pick up Daphne from school. “Yeah, I guess this photo distracted me for a moment. I’m sorry. I’ll call you later.”

The problem with phone calls is that Christie couldn’t spot her friend’s distress. Her teeth gnawed on her bottom lip, her fingers picked at her fingernail polish, and her knee bounced erratically under her desk. The couple’s smile in the photo made her stomach churn with jealousy and sorrow. When would she find her soulmate? Could anyone love her? After downloading the images onto her thumb drive, she locked away the hideous feelings behind her studio’s glass doors and walked toward her sunshine. * * * * *

Daphne dried the hot tears from her cheeks, swallowing the sobs she wished her father could hear so he would cancel the plans that kept him from her. Her watery vision focused on the delicate rings decorating the hand holding her left hand, which provided the warmth and comfort needed to soothe her broken heart. Glancing up, she admired her mother's ever-present smile that never seemed to falter, especially when her father did not have time for her.

After her mother broke the news outside of the primary school, she wiped the tears from her daughter's damp cheeks and mentioned a surprise. Walking down the busy sidewalk, they slowed their pace once Y/N spotted the neon blue sign that read Dream Cones. Two months ago, Daphne returned from a friend's birthday party and raved about the delicious ice cream served. Today, Y/N saw the friend's mother at the school, and she asked for the ice cream shop's name to surprise her daughter. Her daughter's sparkling eyes and enthusiastic giggles revived her heart from her earlier conversation with Tyler and Christie.

“Surprise. Should we go inside?” She asked, already knowing the answer she would receive from her daughter.

Daphne nodded, gripping her mother’s hand with the strength of a hundred sugar-crazed children. Y/N might regret her decision later, like during their bedtime routine, but her daughter deserved a good childhood, and she would strive to provide her with that. As they entered the shop, a golden bell chimed loudly above their heads. “Welcome to Dream Cones.” The men and women cheered from behind the white marble counters. The warm, sugary scent of freshly baked waffle cones greeted their noses. Y/N's eyes flitted around the room, stopping briefly on the cerulean walls, the ornamental vanilla cone hung above the menu, and the wooden tables crowded with laughing families. Despite the conversations melding together into nonsensical noise, she could still pick up the soft pop music flowing through some unseen speaker.

Daphne seemed to speak the words she was thinking, “This place is cool.”

They approached the marble counter, reading the various ice cream labels, which featured unique names like lemonade over ice. She enjoyed the clever names; however, her eyes and stomach could not believe how fluffy and creamy each flavor looked.

“Mommy, will I like Sign of the Limes?” Chuckling at the amusing name, Y/N wondered whether the staff competed to create the unique names or the owner carefully curated each one.

“Yeah, do you want a cup or a cone?” The eight-year-old took a second to consider her options before ultimately choosing the waffle cone.

Y/N nodded, waiting until one of the women behind the counter asked for their order. She ordered the flavor Watermelon Sugar in a cup and Sign of the Limes in a cone for Daphne.

“Watermelon Sugar is my favorite flavor.” The cheerful worker commented, handing out the coral-colored ice cream. “Let me know how you like it.”

“Absolutely, I’m a sucker for anything watermelon flavored.” She giggled, agreeing with her customer that anything watermelon flavored was superior.

“Okay, your total is 23.96.”

Y/N's eyes widened, and she nearly gasped when she heard the price. She appreciated the artistic decor and the friendly workers; however, twelve-dollar ice cream was expensive for a single mother's budget. Smiling through the pain, she handed the woman her card.

“This is delicious. Can we have ice cream every Friday?” Daphne asked between mouthfuls.

Y/N giggled, wiping the messy corners of her daughter’s mouth with a napkin. “Of course.” She would find room in the budget for twelve-dollar ice cream as long as it made her daughter happy.

She stole a spoonful of ice cream from Daphne, which resulted in her daughter shooting her a playful glare, which she fixed by giving her a spoonful of her own ice cream as an equal trade. Between the two flavors, she could not decide which one she enjoyed the most. While she liked how the lime's zestiness did not overpower her palette, the watermelon found a balance between salty and sweet due to the salt crystals disguised as watermelon seeds. However, she knew one thing for sure, she loved the shop. After they finished their treats, they returned to the counter.

“Well, what is the verdict on Watermelon Sugar?” The woman asked, wiping the counters with a wet dishrag.

“Absolutely delicious,” she licked her lips. “Can you give our compliments to your boss?”

The woman nodded fervently, “Of course.” Then she paused, processing her idea before responding with a smirk. “Would you like to tell him yourself? He recently returned from a late meeting.”

Y/N shrugged, unsure about the possible interaction, but she recalled the numerous compliments she received from customers and agreed to the suggestion.

The worker walked away, disappearing behind a door labeled Employees Only. Y/N understood her compliments could brighten the owner's day; however, the longer the woman remained behind the door, the longer she had to overthink the future conversation. What if the owner did not care about her opinion and laughed in her face? What if the owner misunderstood and expected her to complain? Her worries eased once the door swung open, revealing the worker and a Greek God. The moment her eyes fell upon the curly-haired man with his lime-green sweater, her mouth ran dry.

“Hello, I'm the owner, Harry.” The man's low and slow tone melted her heart like ice cream on a summer day.

She smiled dreamily, “Hello, I'm Y/N, and this is my daughter, Daphne.”

Before she could produce a compliment, he turned and faced the little girl. “Hello Daphne, did you enjoy your ice cream?”

She watched in awe; not only did he acknowledge her daughter, but he also cared about her opinion. The girl's father rarely asked about her interests. She reminded herself not to idolize this stranger's kind gesture simply because her ex-husband lacked decent human qualities.

“Yes sir, my mommy bought me a lime cone. She said we could come back every Friday.” Daphne gushed, revealing their plan with a toothy grin.

Harry's smile widened, unveiling two crescent-shaped dimples that dented his cheeks. The man was perfect. “Awesome, you must have a cool mom.”

Daphne agreed, smiling proudly at her mother, who blinked back happy tears. Y/N cleared her throat, feeling slightly embarrassed that her daughter's compliment nearly brought her to tears.

“We appreciate you and your staff. Everyone is so kind, and the ice cream tastes wonderful.” She mumbled timidly.

His crystal green eyes found hers, sending chills down her spine at how they seemed to sparkle from the compliment. He reached up, placing his palms over his heart.

“Thank you. Our customers brighten our day, but compliments like these are the reason why we opened this place. What flavor did you try?”

“Watermelon sugar, and I think I’ll crave it until next Friday.” She giggled, shaking her head in shame over her sweet tooth.

Harry threw his head back, releasing an abrupt cackle that fluttered her heart. Her mind stuttered, questioning why her body was reacting to this man she met five minutes ago. Why did his beautiful laugh make her want to join in?

“Imagine how I must feel working here. I spend a majority of my day in my office because if I didn’t, I would have to reopen my gym membership.”

Now, it was her turn to laugh, a proper boisterous laugh, which she had not heard in quite a while. However, her ex-husband's cruel nature rang loudly in her head, reminding her not to be annoying. She quickly recovered, silencing her laugh and preparing an apology, but before she could speak, Harry settled her doubts and insecurities.

“You have a beautiful laugh.” He admired her melodic laugh.

She ducked her head, hiding her sheepish grin from him. Daphne's eyes traveled back and forth from the curly-haired stranger to her bashful mother. The interaction made her question why her mother and father never laughed or smiled around one another. Did her mother like this man more than her father? Daphne hummed, examining the man further, deciding whether or not she liked him, and since she liked the lamb on his sweater, she decided the man was okay to talk with her mother. However, she needed to leave soon to change out of her uncomfortable shoes.

“Mommy, my feet hurt.”

Daphne's whines reminded Y/N, that as a mother, she should not flirt with random men. She didn’t have time for a relationship and should focus all her efforts on her daughter. Cooing, she lifted the exhausted little girl up into her arms.

“Well, I hope to see you two soon. Daphne, next time try the Lucky Charms ice cream." Harry suggested, waving goodbye to the mother and daughter.

Daphne created a mental note to try the suggested flavor next time. However, she doubted her father would bring her next Friday, so she hoped her mother might bring her back before then. Y/N wondered whether she could return to the ice cream shop. Her heart rejoiced from the attention like a middle schooler who received a note from their secret admirer. However, she could not allow this infatuation to blossom into anything else. She would return because Daphne loved the ice cream, but she would not flirt with the handsome man. * * * * *

Red paint bled through the thin paper and mixed into the watery blue paint, coloring the princess's hair a violent purple. The plastic paint brush fell against the kitchen counter at the familiar sound of jingling keys unlocking the apartment door. The little girl raced toward the door that swung open to reveal her mother’s beaming smile.

“Mommy, I missed you.” Daphne confessed, jumping into her mother’s loving embrace.

Holding her daughter tight, Y/N chuckled and dropped her purse onto the nearby table. “I missed you too, Nugget. Where is your Aunt Christie?”

“She’s cooking dinner in the kitchen before you think I abandoned your daughter.” Christie shouted from the kitchen, making the mother and daughter giggle.

When setting her daughter down, she spotted a bright red paint stain on the girl’s uniform, which transferred onto her blazer. Pressing her palm against her forehead, she hoped Christie bought washable paint so she wouldn’t have to purchase another uniform blouse for Daphne.

“Mommy, come and look at my painting.” Her daughter grabbed her hands, leading her toward the kitchen, and with that simple gesture, her worries about stained clothes washed away.

While some might consider the painting grotesque due to the amount of red paint coating the cartoon princess’s body, she admired the art as if Van Gogh completed the masterpiece himself. She grabbed a yellow alphabet magnet from one of the kitchen’s drawers and hung the art on the fridge.

While the little girl danced with joy, Christie announced, “Watch out world. A new artist has entered the scene, and her name is Daphne.”

Since last Friday, Y/N noticed how Daphne rarely cried over Tyler’s absence, and she finished the wedding photos without any more pity parties. Choosing to ignore her previous stressors, she found herself singing and laughing more often. Eventually, she knew Christie would ask about her sudden change in mood, and the question came during dinner.

"You two seem happier. What happened? Did Daphne pour sugar in your cereal?" Christie wondered, earning a giggle from her niece.

Daphne responded first, answering the questions through a mouthful of broccoli. "No, do you remember when Andrew had delicious ice cream at his birthday party? Mommy took me to that ice cream shop, and I ate an entire scoop."

Christie’s brown eyes widened in pretend shock. “An entire scoop by yourself? Are you sure your Mommy didn’t help you?”

She nodded as if she were convincing her Aunt of something unbelievable. "I did because it tastes like your key-lime pie, but next time, I'm going to try the Lucky Charms flavor because Mr. Harry told me to. I like Mr. Harry. He made Mommy laugh."

At the mention of Harry's name, Y/N ducked her head down like a teenager avoiding an awkward conversation with her mother. Taking an interest in the vegan meatloaf on her plate sounded better than making eye contact with her nosy best friend. However, once Christie cleared her throat, she knew she could not escape the inevitable questioning. Glancing up, she found herself face-to-face with Christie's smirk.

“Who is Harry?” Those three words manifested a swarm of butterflies in her stomach.

She attempted to shrug nonchalantly to convince her best friend that he was not important, but her robotic movements unveiled her nerves about the subject.

“He owns the ice cream shop. We complimented the shop, and he thanked us.”

Christie knew her best friend better than anyone else, and the slight sparkle in her eyes told her all she needed to know. Y/N finally found a man worthy enough to develop a crush on. This time, she hoped she wouldn't ignore her feelings and allow herself to find happiness.

“Is this Harry attractive?” Y/N squeaked at the straightforward question, which only made Christie laugh loud and long.

Munching on the lumpy mashed potatoes, Daphne watched the women talk about Harry. She noticed how her mother wore the same smile from Friday, the smile showed more teeth, unlike the tight-lip grin she sported around Daphne's father. Her grandmother wore a similar smile when she told her granddaughter the story of how she met her grandfather. Was this what adults call love? Shouldn't her mother love her father?

Y/N took a sip from her glass of red wine before responding, “He could be a Gucci model.”

Christie hissed as if she burnt her hand on something hot. “You caught the attention of a Gucci model, and you didn’t ask him to father your children?”

Y/N gasped, reaching across the table to lightly slap her friend's arm. "Daphne is in the room." She grumbled, shaking her head with embarrassment.

Christie frowned, deciding it best to change the subject. They could discuss the possible Gucci model at a later date when her niece was not around.

Instead, she turned toward the little girl and asked, "Babe, did you tell your mom about music class?"

Daphne gasped, falling into an animated story about how Ms. Lee assigned her the role of drummer in the class band. Y/N hung on every word, but her mind and ears groaned at the mental image of her parents surprising Daphne with her very own drum kit. After that story, they all took turns telling stories from their day until their plates were empty. At the end of the night, Christie hugged them goodbye and informed Y/N that she would call tomorrow for more details about Harry. Once she shut the door, Daphne asked the question that had been on her mind since dinner.

“Do you love Daddy?”

Y/N froze, gaping at her daughter like a fish out of water. Tonight must have been the night for shocking questions because every question caught her off guard. How should she answer? Should she call Tyler before she answers? Her heart uttered the words, just be honest with her.

“I do love your father, but not in the same way that grandma loves grandpa. I want your father to be happy and healthy, but we stopped being in love a long time ago.” She hoped the questions would end there, but her daughter was as curious as her mother.

“Why?”

She hummed, kneeling so she could look into her daughter’s eyes. “Well, your father and I were very young when we met, and we did not know who we were as people. During our marriage, we both changed and realized that we were better off as friends than husband and wife. I’m sure your father is happy we ended our marriage because he found Joanna, and she makes him happy.”

While Daphne nodded, Y/N could see her mind trying to process the information before coming to the conclusion, “I’m glad that Daddy is happy, but I want you to be happy too.”

Tears blurred the woman’s vision, and she choked through a heartbreaking sob. How could her daughter not see that she was one of the few people who brought her happiness? She shook her head, cupping her daughter’s cheeks. “Baby, you make me the happiest mom in the world. Now, how about we cuddle and watch some cartoons before bed?”

“Yes, can we watch my favorite show?” Daphne asked, bouncing with excitement.

“Of course.” Standing up, she walked into the living room with her daughter by her side. Watching the silly cartoon, they forgot about the heavy conversation and enjoyed each other’s company. Y/N would answer Christie’s questions tomorrow, but today’s conversation with Daphne reminded her that her family was more important than a handsome man. * * * * *

The bright sun peeked out behind the dreary clouds, drying the murky puddles from the sidewalks and streets. Birds flew from the damp branches, lightening the solemn mood with cheerful chirps and songs. People fled from their busy schedules to spend a few moments outside, enjoying the sights, sounds, and smells of nature.

Since her next client booked a later appointment, she decided to eat lunch at the nearby park. The fork poked at the roasted brussel sprouts while she watched the crowds of people around her, from the family of three setting up a picnic to the lovely couple sharing a lunch before their offices called.

There were moments when her parents dropped all worries and duties to escape into nature for a few days, like the weekend her parents planned an impromptu camping trip because the deadlines became too much, so instead, they taught her how to build a fire and enjoy the music of the critters. She carried that sentiment into her life, finding moments throughout the week to feel the fresh air on her skin. However, her buzzing phone interrupted her second of silent gratitude.

Sighing, she answered the call despite knowing what it would bring. “Hello?”

“Hey, I need a favor. Before you lecture me about the importance of parenting, just know that I will pick up Daphne, but my boss scheduled an emergency afternoon evening. We probably won’t get out until six, so can you watch her until then? I would ask Joanna, but her boss double-booked her.” With wide eyes, she pulled the phone from her ear to double-check that the man speaking with her was her ex-husband.

This man would rather spend time with his daughter than create an excuse to skip out on his fatherly duties. Typically, she could hear the annoyance in his voice as if having a child were a burden. While her heart soared at the possibility that her daughter might finally have a father who took an interest in her life, her mind questioned and created reasons why he suddenly cared about their daughter.

“Of course, should I feed her dinner? Or do you and Joanna have dinner plans?” She asked, thinking of how long it had been since she and Tyler had a civil co-parenting conversation.

He hummed in thought for a second before deciding, “We can feed her. Wait, I almost forgot, could we keep her until Monday?”

Her heart stuttered when she thought about spending the entire weekend away from her daughter. She could not recall the last time she spent more than a few hours, let alone a day, without her. Also, she worried about her ex-husband's fatherly nature. Sure, she wanted him to spend time with their daughter, but she worried that he would not successfully prepare her for a school day.

His reassurance broke her reluctant silence. “Y/N, you can trust me. I have a few pairs of her school uniform, I know her schedule, and I will walk her to the front gates. I can even update you. Please, let me keep her for the weekend.”

She sighed, rubbing her temples with her free hand. “Fine, but promise me that you will call me if anything goes wrong.”

Tyler chuckled, shocking her even more because she hadn’t heard that delightful sound in so long. “I promise. Joanna and I planned a Sunday dinner with my parents, and they asked if they could see Daphne, complaining that they haven’t seen her since her birthday party.”

Rolling her eyes, she exhaled the irritation growing in her chest. Her relationship with Tyler's parents was rocky. During their first meeting, they wooed her with luxury cars and expensive food, which differed from the lifestyle she grew up with.

However, once she announced her pregnancy, his parents uninvited her to their events and took to uttering hateful comments about their future granddaughter. Everything about the situation threatened their social status in the gated community. The cruel comments ceased the moment they laid their eyes on the beautiful baby, and instead, they turned their cold glares and vicious whispers toward Y/N.

They criticized her parenting skills and provided unwarranted advice on how to raise a polite young lady. Despite their hostility, Y/N sent frequent updates and planned weekends for them to visit, so their comment to Tyler irked her. If they had not seen Daphne since her birthday party, it was because they chose not to.

“When will your parents stop being so charming? Daphne will be excited to see her grandparents.”

Tyler laughed sarcastically, understanding the trouble his parents caused everyone. “I’m glad that someone will be happy to see them. Well, I better finish these reports. I’ll see you tonight.”

Ending the call, she sat, shocked that they discussed their daughter without starting an argument. Throughout the years, she could count on one hand the amount of civil co-parenting conversations they had. She wondered how long this civility would last and if her advice about being a better father finally permeated his mind. She shook her head, deciding to focus on the positive rather than overthink the conversation until she found a reason to spoil it. If she was on after-school duty, then she and Daphne could stop by Dreams Cones, which meant she might run into Harry again. She leaned her head back, thanking the sun for blessing everyone. * * * * *

Children gathered around the marble counters to speculate about the new ice cream flavor, teenagers borrowed board games from a bookshelf to rid themselves of the pressures from school, and parents claimed tables to discuss upcoming weekend plans.

Daphne sprinted toward the crowd, ignoring her mother’s stern reminder that people do not run indoors. The magenta-colored ice cream gained everyone's attention because, unlike the other flavors, this new sweet treat lacked a name. Instead, someone had scribbled three question marks onto the paper card taped to the glass display.

Harry chose unique names for the other flavors, so she wondered why he hadn't done the same for this one. Perhaps he needed to workshop the name some more, but his excitement insisted that he could not keep the flavor from his customers any longer. Maybe he chose a name but taped the wrong placard to the display.

Breaking her focus from the mystery container, she looked up, expecting to find the grinning woman from their last visit; however, she found herself face to face with the owner’s irresistible dimpled grin. All the air from her lungs became trapped in her throat, and her heart tried beating out of her chest and into his beautiful hands.

“Y/N, I'm happy to see that you and Daphne returned.” The sincerity in his voice made her heart flutter wildly. Despite the numerous customers he met daily, he remembered their names and actually sounded happy to see them. She wondered whether or not this man was real.

Locking away her bothersome emotions, she responded rationally and calmly. “Thank you. I haven’t stopped thinking about you.” Well, she tried.

Harry's eyebrows shot up, but once the initial shock cleared, he didn't seem disgusted by her comment. Instead, his warm smile shifted into a smug grin as if her slip-up intrigued him. While he handled the situation with grace, she prayed for the ground to open up and swallow her whole. She pictured some higher being cackling at her as she shook her head fervently.

“I'm sorry. I meant to say I haven't stopped thinking about your ice cream. I promise I'm not trying to hit on you." Her mind begged her mouth to shut up. She didn't want him to think she didn't find him attractive. "Not that you aren't incredibly handsome."

Processing the conversation, she groaned and dragged a palm down her face. At that moment, she decided someone could die from embarrassment. She recalled when she could speak normally with people she found attractive, but her skills must be rusty from their lack of use.

An amused chuckle flittered past his rosy lips as he crossed his arms across his chest, clearly enjoying the sight of her squirming and scrambling to correct herself. “Thank you, I needed that today. I woke up feeling unsure about myself. Would it be inappropriate to say that you look beautiful?”

“It's not, thank you.” She mumbled, biting back a bashful grin.

For a moment, she basked in his sweet words, allowing her heart to soar with excitement because he thought she was beautiful. Would she replay this conversation before she fell asleep tonight? Yes, she would repeat his words and alter the situation so that it ends with them on a romantic date. Her dreams were the only space she could be selfish and chase after the life she wanted.

Daphne watched the shy couple flirt with one another, stopping her staring only once to wave and smile at Harry when he looked at her. Thanks to her friends, she realized that her mother might have a crush on the curly-haired man.

During recess, she told Ziva and Andrew about the situation, and they informed her that her mother like-liked Harry. However, Ziva raised an important question, did Daphne want a new father? She didn't know. She never questioned her parent's relationship because her earlier memories always featured her father's girlfriend. Did she wonder why her parents weren't in love like Ziva or Andrew's parents? Yes, but if her father could be happy with Joanna, then her mother deserved happiness too. She was hesitant to replace her father with Harry, but she would accept him because he made her mom happy.

“Hi Daphne, how are you?” He asked, returning her wave.

“I’m excited because I get to spend the weekend with my dad and Joanna.” She announced through a toothy smile.

He glanced at Y/N, scanning her face for negative emotions before returning his attention to the little girl. “I hope you have an excellent time with them. Did you want to surprise your father with a cup of our ice cream?”

She shook her head while her mother answered his question. “Although my ex-husband loves surprises, he despises anything sweet.”

Then Daphne added some vital information, “He’s also allergic to milk.”

Harry chuckled, nodding slowly. “Well, that’s too bad, but at least you can still enjoy ice cream. What flavors will you two be trying today?”

Daphne found herself in a predicament. The Lucky Charm ice cream promised colorful marshmallows and cavity-causing sweetness, but the mystery flavor guaranteed excitement and amazement. What flavor did her mother want? Could she convince her to order the new flavor while she stuck with the safest option? Before Daphne could decide, her mother eased all of her stress.

“I might try the new flavor.” His dimpled grin reappeared at her response.

He nodded once before bouncing toward the purple treat, his head bobbing side-to-side with each step. Elation radiated from his heart and soul, eliminating anyone's sour mood in a two-mile radius. Y/N and Daphne shared an amused look and a giggle before following the man. The short distance between them allowed Y/N to peek at his outfit for the day, which consisted of navy blue dress pants, a pastel blue striped dress shirt (which he folded at the elbow, a look she found herself drooling over), and a sweater vest with white sheep dotted over it. She should hire him as her stylist since her closet consisted of worn shirts and blazers for work.

“Recently, I created a new ice cream flavor, but I struggled with the naming process. I wrote down multiple unoriginal names. Until I had an idea to let my customers choose the new name. If you order the ice cream, you will also receive a slip of paper to write down your idea and drop it in the box by the door. In two weeks, the staff and I will choose our favorite suggestion, and the winner will receive free ice cream for a month.” Once Harry finished his announcement, she realized a crowd of curious customers had gathered around them. Perhaps she should have paid attention to the contest rules instead of watching his rosy lips curve around each word.

“How fun and creative. Can I have one scoop of the mystery flavor in a cup, and a–” she paused, realizing she hadn’t asked Daphne what flavor she wanted.

Luckily, he heard the lull in her speech and jumped in where she left off, “Daphne, what flavor would you like?”

“Lucky Charms in a cone.” Daphne's anxious heart rested easy because now she could taste both flavors without the risk of wasting her Friday treat on an icky treat.

Before scooping the sweet treat, he readjusted his sleeves, pushing the starchy material further up his arm. Y/N couldn't help but admire the concentrated crinkle between his eyebrows as he created the perfect scoop. Her knees even went weak when his pink tongue poked out to swipe over his bottom lip. Why did this man have such a powerful effect on her? Was she really that lonely? Her mind reminded her heart that true love did not exist, and her feelings were caused by a chemical reaction.

“Here you go, love. Be careful, the cone is a bit messy.” He mumbled, handing her their order. While reaching for the cone, her fingers brushed against his soft hands, sending her heart into a frenzy. What did her brain know about love?

Before Harry could ring up the two scoops, two teenagers shouted their orders at him. He appeared hesitant, stuck between helping these new customers and continuing his conversation with them. However, he chose the former in an attempt to ease the customers’ scowls. Another cheerful staff member informed Y/N that he could finish where his boss left off, and although she doubted that, she followed him to the register.

“What does the flavor remind you of?” She asked, processing the tangy yet fruity flavors dancing along her tongue. Did she taste blueberry or blackberry? When was the last time she ate a blackberry?

Her daughter hummed, tapping the spoon’s handle against her chin. “Christmas.”

Confusion halted all other thoughts about the flavor. Instead, she chuckled lightly, raising an eyebrow. “Christmas? Why?”

The little girl shrugged, delving into her well-thought-out response, “Every Christmas morning, Grandma surprises us with blueberry muffins, and when I taste this, I miss Christmas and Grandma.”

In parenthood, there were many moments when a child might say something sweet, which not only made the parent proud of the small person they were raising but also brought tears to their eyes. She rubbed the corners of her eyes, catching any stray tears from rolling down her cheeks. When she missed her parents, she would replay memories of Christmas mornings in her mind because they radiated love and happiness, and now, she learned that her daughter also cherished those moments.

“Well, we should suggest the name, Christmas morning.” A gleeful giggle bubbled past Daphne's lips as she watched her mom write down the name on the slip of paper. “Should we leave? Your father should be at the apartment soon.”

Daphne nodded, sliding off the chair. “I can’t wait to see Daddy. Do you think he’ll take me to the zoo?”

While her daughter bombarded her with questions about the weekend, Y/N glanced over at Harry, wondering whether she should say goodbye; however, his furrowed brows and the crowded counter convinced her to walk away. Dropping the paper slip into the box by the door, she answered a few of her daughter’s twenty questions. She ignored the painful tug in her heart caused by the thought that she wouldn’t see Harry until next Friday.

Reigning in her emotions, she reminded herself that she did not have time to date. Also, why would Harry want to date a single mother? She pictured him dating a beautiful, up-and-coming model who spent her free time ending world hunger. He belonged with someone as wonderful as he was and who did not have as much baggage as she did. Thankfully, Daphne pulled her mother from another spiral with a hilarious joke about cows and movies. Laughter dissolved her stress as she wrapped an arm around her daughter’s shoulders, bringing her ball of sunshine closer so that her gray clouds might float away. * * * * *

Neon-pink lights illuminated the dark room while trendy music blared from a nearby speaker. Draping a feathery boa around her shoulders, an optimistic university student discussed her dreams about the future. She imagined exploring unknown locations, tasting world cuisine, meeting new people, and falling in love with strangers. She might even find her soulmate on a beach in Greece. While the camera captured the young woman's beauty, Y/N listened intently as if this girl were her daughter. Through a warm smile, she showed her support for the young woman and her aspirations because they reminded her of the goals she made before meeting Tyler. However, she hoped no one derailed this woman from achieving her dreams.

“Scrolling through the photos, the woman gasped. “Wow, you made me look beautiful.” She whispered in awe, selecting the perfect one for her birthday Instagram post.

Y/N chuckled, returning the extra props to the storage room. Since her next appointment was after lunch, she would reorganize the items once the customer left. Easy days, like today, were great because they allowed her to catch up on simple tasks she kept putting off. If she bribed her assistant, Kira, into helping, they might be able to leave earlier for lunch.

“Remember, the camera captures the art. You were always beautiful. I hope you have an excellent birthday.”

The young woman pouted her lips and cupped her chest. “Thank you. Can I give you a hug?”

The woman briefly hugged Y/N, then spun around and walked out as if she were on her next mission, but not without almost bumping into Kira at the door.

“She’s in a hurry,” Kira mumbled, glancing back at the young woman getting into her Uber ride.

Y/N grinned. "It's her birthday, so she scheduled a self-love day. What did you bring me?" She asked, eyeing the two plastic cups filled with iced coffee.

Growing up, she despised coffee and coffee-flavored products. However, once she gave birth to Daphne, her body craved the extra energy, juggling between university classes and a newborn baby. As long as she flavored the drink with creams and syrups, she could find the strength within to swallow the liquid. Now, her body could not function without an ounce of coffee coursing through her veins.

“I ordered two brown sugar coffees with oat milk. Have we tried that one?” Her assistant asked, handing her the cold drink.

Every week, they ordered a drink they hadn’t tried before, but she also didn’t remember trying this drink, so it had to be new. She shook her head, sipping the caffeinated beverage, immediately tasting the harsh, bitter coffee notes rather than the sugary sweetness she was used to. She couldn’t disappoint her assistant, who appeared to love the drink by the speed at which she was drinking it, so she hummed and nodded her head as if the drink impressed her.

“Thank you. It's delicious, but I miss my usual order." She lied partially because she did miss her favorite caramel-flavored coffee, but she did not enjoy the new drink.

“I'm glad we tried something new,” Kira admitted before glancing at the crowded storage room. “Do you need help reorganizing the props?”

She nodded. “If we finish early enough, we can have a long lunch.”

“Sure thing.” Kira followed her toward the room, pausing the moment she remembered the last-minute appointment she had not added to her boss's calendar. “Wait, I scheduled an eleven o’clock appointment. The client’s name is Gemma Styles. She and her brother want to surprise their mother with a sibling portrait.”

“Okay, that sounds easy enough.” She mumbled, loading a few props into her arms. “Will you stay at the front desk and wait for them?”

While tidying the storage room, Y/N thought about Daphne and the weekend. Tyler's parenting skills surprised her. He planned a zoo visit, sent her photos of Daphne with the flamingos, and called her every night so their daughter could say goodnight. He hadn’t been a present parent for two years, but she couldn’t be happier that something or someone finally woke that side of him up.

Her only complaint involved the lack of information about yesterday’s dinner with his parents. When she asked about his parents, he avoided the subject, which meant they either criticized his parenting skills or hers, but curiosity bubbled within. What did they say? If it was about her, did he stand up for her? Was it about Joanna? She hoped Daphne could answer these questions when she picked her up from school.

“Welcome to Artistic Lens. My name is Kira. How may I help you?” Kira’s question announced the arrival of her afternoon clients. “Hello, I’m Harry. This is my sister Gemma.” Her ears perked up the moment she heard his angelic voice.

Her hands paused their movements while her mind raised questions. Was Harry actually in her studio? Did he know she owned this space? Is that why he chose this location? Wiping the sweat from her palms onto her jeans, she ignored the questions distracting her from moving. She cleared her throat, reminding herself to remain professional because he was her client first and potential crush second. She could not afford another slip-up like the last time they spoke.

She spotted his curly locks first, then his floral sweater, which featured an array of bright colors like turquoise and sunflower yellow. Gemma, his sister, wore a floral dress that contained similar colors to her brother's outfit. The siblings shared characteristics, such as their astounding beauty and cheek dimples. She wondered if they had tried modeling. She could picture them walking the runway in Gucci, Bode, and other big-name designers.

“Hello, I'm Y/N, and I'm the photographer.” She plastered her best customer service grin onto her face to appear unbothered.

When he heard her voice, Harry experienced four distinct emotions: confusion, realization, happiness, and lastly, embarrassment. A sheepish grin unraveled across his face while his eyes met hers once before glancing around the room. She smiled at his sister, chalking up his shy behavior as his reaction to seeing her outside the ice cream parlor, like a student seeing their teacher out in the wild. However, Kira and Gemma witnessed the interaction, leading his sister to embarrass him further.

“It’s lovely to meet you. Harry, didn’t you just tell me about a woman named Y/N, who you found very—” Harry’s eyes widened, and his hands covered his sister’s mouth before she could finish her sentence.

While Gemma shoved her brother away, Kira and Y/N shared an amused look. He huffed, fixing his posture and rolling his eyes. Y/N giggled, finding the entire situation sweet and flattering because, according to his sister, Harry talked about her.

“Harry and I have met. My daughter and I love his ice cream shop. Now, tell me about your vision.”

She moved the conversation forward and away from their flirty friendship, watching his shoulders deflate and his dimpled grin return as if he could finally relax.

“Our mom always complains that we never take pictures together anymore, so we planned on surprising her with photos of us.” Gemma explained, obviously taking charge of the surprise.

Y/N nodded, motioning toward her camera and the backdrops. “Great, we can get started over there. Kira, will you bring us the wooden bench from the storage room?” While her assistant disappeared to the storage room, she positioned the Styles siblings in front of the gray backdrop.

Before beginning the photoshoot, she checked the lighting, flipped through the camera settings, and examined their outfits. Harry paired his bright sweater with beige pants, and Gemma tied a pink scarf around her neck to match the peonies on her brother's top. She feared the light colors might wash out the siblings; however, the camera captured their beauty and radiating glow.

“You both look amazing. I selected your first pose, but feel free to move and pose as you like. I want the photos to look natural rather than two perfectly still models.” She explained, snapping a few test shots.

Kira returned shortly with the bench, placing the item beside the backdrop. "Should I turn on your playlist?"

She nodded, “Sure, unless Gemma or Harry, do you want to play a certain playlist?” Lifting her head from the camera, she saw Harry shaking his head.

“No, you should play your music. People find my music taste—” He paused, rummaging through his mind for the correct word to describe his music, but Gemma responded for her brother before he could even stop her, “Eclectic.”

“Yes, so please, play whatever you like.” His eager smile contained a level of excitement that she found endearing, almost as if he truly wanted to learn what music she loved.

Shuffling the playlist, she smiled when her favorite singer crooned through the speaker.

“I love this song,” Harry confessed, bopping his head to the beat.

“Me too. Don't you want to sing along?” She asked, humming with the love-sick singer.

She pictured a life where she and her spouse would listen to this music while cooking dinner. A life where they would sing along, off-key, of course, while chopping vegetables. Her spouse would grab Daphne's hands and dance with her around the kitchen. She would capture these important moments with her camera. A room overflowing with love and laughter.

Lately, these daydreams featured a curly-haired, green-eyed man. His hands would grip her hips, spinning her around and away from the cutting board while he hummed some romantic song. They would waltz around the kitchen, discussing their days in hushed whispers. Eventually, he would let her finish dinner while he helped Daphne with schoolwork. During these moments, she believed someone as handsome as Harry could love her.

Gemma chuckled, shaking her head while finding a new pose. “You don’t want me to sing. Unlike Harry, some of us weren’t born with an amazing voice. Did you know he was in a band?”

Her head shot up from the camera as she blinked the shock away. Harry, feeling sheepish again, twiddled his thumbs while she stared at him in awe. “First, who cares if we suck at singing? We should sing along anyway. Second, you were in a band? Please tell me more.”

While dragging his fingers through his hair, a nervous chuckle fumbled past his rosy lips. “When I was fourteen, me and my mates decided to start a band. Our parents and friends hired us for local events, but the band barely survived two years.”

“During his university years, he performed solo at pubs.” Gemma added, smiling proudly at her brother.

Y/N smiled through her shock. During their university years, she and Tyler spent many weekends at pubs, and now, she wondered if she and Harry were ever in the same room. However, she thinks she would have remembered his angelic voice and alluring presence.

“Well, I think that’s amazing. You are quite the catch, Harry.” She winked, bringing back his dimpled grin.

Continuing the photoshoot, Y/N focused on backdrops, props, and poses. Everyone fell into a comfortable silence, only speaking when Gemma mentioned a topic she planned on discussing on her podcast. During these moments, Y/N agreed with her positive attitudes and views. She could see Gemma joining her and Christie for Sunday brunch, where they could gossip and laugh over mimosas. Should she befriend the sister of the man she was crushing on? Her eyes washed over him, admiring the sparkle in his green eyes and the two tattooed swallows on his chest. She paused. When did this gentle, shy man get two tattoos? Were there more?

“You have a tattoo.” What should have been a question came out as a statement, one that made Harry scan his body as if searching for which tattoo might be on display, which only answered her question that there must be more than the two on his chest, then with a furrowed brow and worried eyes, he made eye contact with her intrigued ones.

He cleared his throat before speaking up. “Yeah, I have multiple tattoos. During uni, my mate bought a tattoo gun, which resulted in many stupid tattoos, but I don’t regret them. They remind me of a different time.”

While listening to his explanation, her heart fluttered. “That’s incredibly sweet. I want a tattoo, but I’m terrified of needles. I nearly fainted when the nurses gave me the epidural for Daphne’s birth.” Her confession made the siblings chuckle.

“I was like that during my first tattoo, but now, I'm a pro. If you really want one, I could come with you to keep you company." He stuttered through the end of the sentence as if his mind processed what his mouth said. “Unless you want to bring anyone else who isn’t a complete stranger to you.” He rambled, trying to fix his earlier statement.

She shook her head with an amused giggle. “Harry, you aren’t a complete stranger. I’m very touched by your offer, and if I ever decide to get a tattoo, you will be the first person I call.”

He sighed with relief, dropping his shoulders down from his ears. Gemma observed the interaction, noting her brother's unusual behavior. Throughout her life, she witnessed Harry's confidence first-hand. From the moment he could talk, he loved being the center of attention, and his charming attitude introduced him to more relationships than she could remember. She recalled a time when he tripped over a rug, ripped his pants, and still received a phone number from the person he was chatting up. His confidence carried him through life, and she had never seen it falter until she watched her brother flirt with the photographer.

“Okay, we are all done. I think your mother will love these.” Y/N bragged because although she captured the magic, she couldn’t have done it without Gemma and Harry’s natural beauty and warmth.

“Thank you so much.” Gemma giggled with excitement, wrapping her arms around the photographer’s body.

Y/N chuckled, returning the comforting hug. She spotted Harry’s warm smile over Gemma’s shoulder, which served as his “thank you” for the photographs and for entertaining his sister. The smile resembled that of a loving boyfriend, happy that his girlfriend impressed his family. Her stomach clenched with butterflies at the idea of Harry as her boyfriend.

She pulled away from the hug, dropping her gaze from him. “Once I edit the photos, I’ll send them to you. Should I have any questions, is the number on file a good one to reach you at?”

Gemma nodded, then hummed as if a thought just struck her. “Well, I probably won’t answer if I’m in an interview.” She turned toward her brother with a mischievous grin, revealing her intentions. “You should give her your number too. You answer the phone more than I do.”

He nodded once, scribbling his number onto the contact sheet Kira provided them. Y/N could sense his annoyance with Gemma's constant embarrassing comments, so she planned to make the rest of the interaction fast and painless. She handed Kira the sheet, which they would file later, and then faced the siblings.

“Great, I hope you two have an excellent day.” Y/N smiled.

Harry mumbled a “you too” under his breath, shuffling toward the glass door, unlike his sister, who had one more plan up her sleeves. “Wait, have you eaten lunch? Harry and I would love to treat you to lunch as a thank you.”

Y/N’s breath hitched in her throat, her mind racing with every reason why she should not accept the invitation. Harry noticed the hesitation in her eyes, which landed on his, and searched for any sign that he did not want her to join them, but all she found was a warm welcome.

“You should come. I’d love to get to know you more.” He spoke up, running a hand through his hair.

Y/N nodded, matching his dazed grin. “Well, I’m never one to turn down a free lunch. I would love to join you.”

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bettysupremacy · 8 months ago

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congrats on the jobbbbb!!!! you’re gonna be the cutest ice cream scooper evaaa (close tie to Steve) 🍦

Could I please request something where you’re the cute new hiree at scoops and Steve has to teach you the ropes while crushing a little (are we sensing a theme?)

thank you beautiful I loved writing this he’s such a nerd

“Okay,” Steve sighs heavily, leaning his weight onto the counter. “And this is where we make the cones.”

“Got it.”

“You might think ‘how hard could this be?’, well, you’d be surprised-“

“It was only hard for you!” Robin yells from behind the counter.

Steve laughs, welcoming the tease. “Yes, she’s totally right. It really was only hard for me.”

He shines in the fluorescent light of the sailor themed shop. The lights are actually loud, louder in your nervousness than you assume for him. His hair is big, swooping over and curling at the nape of his neck. He wears no hat, but you can assume why.

“Would you like her to teach you?”

You shake your head adamantly. Steve’s cute. Really cute. You’d seen him around town before, glimpses of a boy seemingly untouched by the hurdles of life, but you hadn’t known he’d worked here. Robin had given you the application as she had laid in your bed. Music played, the windows were down, the warm summery air drifted through the windows smelling of grass, and the both of you had collapsed silently on your twin.

“Please.” She had said, and you’d agreed.

But you didn’t know Steve worked here as well. Maybe Robin held that on purpose. You’d been to his house once. Once, for a party. It wasn’t lame and neither was his home. Tall ceilings, pretty staircases and family portraits. Why did he work here for $3 an hour? Steve doesn’t seem to know either.

“I’m very clumsy — I burn myself a lot — please ignore it.”

“I promise.”

He teaches you the mechanics of the waffle machine. It’s really simple actually, a lot simpler than he made it seem. The batter is pre-made, shipped once a week and held in the small fridge they desperately need to upgrade. Pour it in, wait 30 seconds, flip, and wait thirty seconds again. He’d burned himself pulling it out, hissing, but never faltering.

It’s golden and warm, crunchy and smelling softy of vanilla. He holds it until it’s no longer hot, and then hands it to you.

“Here,” he shrugs. “Eat your first creation.”

“Really?”

“It’s already touched my hands.” He smiles innocently. “I can’t tarnish our A+ health inspection.”

Your smile is shy as you grab it. “Thank you.”

“Mhm.”

You bite it carefully, tearing off a piece for him to eat. He takes it from your nimble fingers, eyeing the blue nail polish that cracks on your fingertips.

“So..” Steve’s awkward. “I heard you’ve known Robin awhile?”

You break off another piece of and pop it on your mouth. “Definitely awhile.”

“She’s cool,“ He smiles fondly. “Or whatever, but yeah.”

“Yeah.” You laugh a little at his redirection.

“Also,” he adds messily. “They say you have to wear the hat but..” he leans in to whisper cheekily. “screw company policy.”

You laugh loudly, startled at his closeness.

He goes to say something, pink lips parting before he’s cut off by Robin. All he can get out his a huff a breath and dully you notice you’re staring at his lips. You think he’s noticed too.

“Y/N!” Robin yells from the ice cream stand. “Get out here and let me teach you the scooper!”

You turn, smiling in the direction of your short haired friend.

“Guess I’ve gotta quit slacking.” You murmur.

“See you soon.” He’s remorseful.

“See you soon.” You amuse a little, walking towards the swinging door. He walks too.

“Right,” He bumps into you, laughing nervously. “Sorry.”

You smile, talking over him. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” He cringes.

The door swings behind you, letting glimpse of laughter from the bustling store through. He sighs, palm to his eyes.

Yeah, he’s pretty cute.

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roosterforme · 1 year ago

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A Love You Don't Find Everyday Part 25 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Leaving Hawaii and returning to work ended up being a lot harder than you anticipated. When Bradley told you he wanted to stay in the honeymoon phase with you forever, you decided to make that your new goal.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, smut, and swearing

Length: 5000 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

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"It's our last day in Hawaii. If we want to eat ice cream for dinner, then we're eating ice cream for dinner." You closed the room service menu and dared Bradley to disagree with you.

"You're so smart. No sense in arguing with the best idea you've ever had," he told you, taking the menu from your hand and reaching for the phone. You watched him with a smug gaze as he ordered two large ice cream sundaes and a bucket of ice.

"We have one bottle of pink champagne left," you told him, pulling him back onto the bed.

"That's what the ice bucket is for. I thought we could finish our ice cream dinner, maybe take a little walk on the beach, and then come back here for the champagne."

Your little moans were so pretty, Bradley ended up on top of you, trying to coax all the sounds out of you. And then the knock on the door a few minutes later, right when he was about to put his dick inside you, had him growling.

But you were all smiles. "Let's have some ice cream and then pick it up right there," you said, running your hand along his hard cock as it hung out of the front of his shorts. You climbed out of bed, grabbed one of his favorite Hawaiian print shirts and buttoned exactly one button before strolling to the door with a bare ass and pussy.

He heard you thank whomever probably got an eyeful of you before you returned with a cart of ice cream and a silver ice bucket. "Dinnertime," you told him, carrying two huge bowls outside to the back deck.

"Come over here," he coaxed, heading toward the deck railing where there was a nice view of the water. "We can watch the sunset with the partition open."

You set both bowls on the railing and took a bite of vanilla ice cream, hot fudge and some whipped cream. "It's so good," you told him, taking a bigger bite while he dug into his as well.

"Why don't we ever eat ice cream for dinner at home?" he asked, scooping some whipped cream onto his finger and holding it out for you. Bradley watched as you parted your lips for him and sucked his finger clean.

"Because we would end up naked, covered in ice cream every single time," you replied, and then your eyes lit up. You peeled Bradley's tee shirt up over his abs, and he smirked as you yanked it all the way off. "No harm in doing that here though," you whispered, dipping your finger into some chocolate sauce and feeding it to Bradley before you kissed him.

Then your chocolatey fingers found their way into his chest hair, and soon you were licking and sucking on him until he was once again rock hard for you. Each dip of your spoon into your rapidly melting ice cream ended with your tongue licking the cold mess from his body. You paid special attention to his tattoo, rubbing your lips and tongue along his bicep.

"My turn," he growled, pinning you back against the railing and enjoying the view of your barely concealed tits inside his shirt. "So pretty," he told you, kissing the valley between your breasts as you bit your lip. Then he spread some whipped cream with his thumb. "Even prettier," he added, and your giggle was only silenced when he shoved his thumb between your lips and you carefully licked him clean.

"Do it again," you told him, tipping your head back and rubbing his calf with your bare foot. Bradley covered your neck with chocolate sauce and ice cream, enjoying the sweet flavor mixed with the taste of you. "That feels so good," you hissed as his lips and tongue soothed away the cold from the ice cream.

Soon you were whining loudly for him, and nearly all of the ice cream was gone. "What about right here?" he asked, pressing his lips just below your ear while teasing your clit with his fingers. "I wonder how sweet you'd taste with some ice cream?"

You bucked against his fingers and said, "Let's find out." Bradley watched you scrape the last of the ice cream onto one of the spoons and feed it to him as he knelt in front of you. He licked the spoon clean, keeping the ice cream on his tongue, and then he licked your slit all the way up to your clit.

The nonsensical babbling was almost enough to make Bradley laugh as you gasped, "Cold! Oh, god, Roo, the stubble." He licked away the ice cream and ate your pussy until you were getting loud. "Fuck me!" you told him. "Fuck me, now!"

He was back on his feet, ready to do anything you wanted, and then you turned your back to him. Bradley watched as you yanked his shirt up above your ass and started to grind back against his cock. "You want it bad, don't you?" he whispered, undoing his shorts with one hand. "You're filthy. In every way."

"I need it," you whined, and Bradley kissed along the sticky remains of chocolate sauce on your necklace chain while he reached around your waist and teased your clit.

"My filthy wife," he grunted, palming his cock and pressing his front to your back to get you to bend a little more for him. "Get ready for me."

You just bounced your gorgeous ass back against him until he was sliding inside you. And then your neck lulled to the side as he fucked you slow and steady. "I'm always gonna give you what you want. Take care of every single thing, Baby Girl. Fuck you just the way you like."

Bradley placed his palm against your clit, and with each thrust, he let you rub yourself there. You had your hands braced on the deck railing as you shivered. He could feel you squeezing around him already. "You're close?" he asked.

"Yeah," you whispered. "I'm already close. You feel so good."

So he eased his hand up to your belly, stroking your skin with his fingertips and thinking about getting you pregnant. And then he was afraid he was getting close, too.

"Bradley!" you whined. "Go a little harder!"

Bradley did as he was told, and then he heard something hit the stone walkway on the other side of the open partition while you whined for him.

And Bradley locked eyes with one of the gardeners. He was wearing a resort staff shirt, frozen in place, watching you get fucked up against the railing.

"Roo, hit me harder with that big dick!" Bradley started to positively rail you, making you get even louder for him. Like he was trying to prove some depraved point to this man who seemed to be unable to look away.

"So good!" you chanted, your tits straining against that single button as you let him go as hard as he could.

"Baby Girl." He kissed along your neck, releasing your right hip to guide your chin gently until you were looking toward the walkway as well. "We've got company."

"Oh!" you gasped. Bradley watched your shocked expression change to one of desire as you looked from the other man back over your shoulder to Bradley as he gripped you by your hips and went hard and fast. "That's really hot."

Bradley grunted, outrageously turned on right now as you glanced between the two men until you were cumming with your back arched. Bradley rammed his cock deep and held himself there, rubbing furious fingers along your clit until you were nearly screeching.

And then the other man finally picked up his pruning shears and literally ran back into the foliage. You were slumped over the railing as Bradley fucked his cum into you until he couldn't even move.

"He was watching us," you whispered. "Oh my god, Roo."

"What do you want me to do about it?" he asked, ready to chase after him if that's what you told him to do.

"Do about it?" you repeated. "Nothing. Well, I guess you can bring it up on occasion if you really want to wind me up."

He started laughing and gently pulled his cock from inside you. As his cum dripped softly onto the deck, you smiled at him.

"Yeah, Sweetheart. I can do that." Then he collected you in his arms and held you so your chest was against his. "I can remind you about the time that guy watched us fucking, and then no doubt went home to jerk off while imagining that he was the one in my position. That he was the one railing your pretty pussy."

Your mouth was all over his as you rubbed yourself against him, and if that scenario made you this hot, he would have no problem reminding you about it.

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You and Bradley took another shower outside, and you laughed as he cleaned up the last bits of sticky ice cream from your skin.

"Do you think that guy saw my boobs?" you asked, and Bradley laughed too.

"I hope not," he told you, meeting your eyes before kissing your forehead. "I trust my shirts, Baby Girl. That one had you in its protection. That button never failed you."

You laughed as you ran your soapy fingers along his shoulders. "I've never had anything like that happen before."

"Mile High Club. Involuntary exhibitionists. I think I put my thumb in your butt when we were drunk the other night?"

"You did," you confirmed, kissing his chin. And you hadn't been opposed to it one bit.

"Damn. This has been one hell of a honeymoon. I hate that we fly home tomorrow."

"Honeymoon sex just hits different," you told him as he rinsed your body off.

"Did you forget, Sweetheart? We live in the honeymoon phase now."

And it was on that note that you took Bradley to bed with the bottle of pink champagne and snuggled up in his arms. You passed the bottle back and forth and complained a little bit about returning home and going back to work.

"Do you know how infrequently I've had to think about Hangman or work?" Bradley groaned.

"Don't you miss Nat?" you asked with a laugh. "Don't you miss flying?"

Bradley was quiet for a beat. "I really miss Tramp. And I miss it when you cook dinner. And I want to see our wedding photos."

"You're a very sweet man," you told him, setting the empty bottle on the nightstand. He pulled you down on top of him with his big hands on your hips. "I loved it here, but I'm ready to go home and settle into our new routine together."

"New routine? I don't think much is going to change," he whispered.

You kissed him and rubbed your face along his stubble. "I guess you're right, Roo. It's just that everything feels brand new and exciting. And I never knew I could be this happy."

Bradley held you against him as he started to fall asleep. "I'll keep trying to make you happier and happier. It's my mission."

You dozed off as well, hoping your period wouldn't show up in a few days.

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"Five hundred dollars!" you gasped, reading the hotel receipt on the flight home.

Bradley kept trying to take it away from you, but your grip on the paper was impressive. "It doesn't matter," he mumbled, just wanting you to relax next to him and maybe take a nap. "You're making the next mortgage payment, remember?"

But you held up the receipt and pointed out the charge to him. "But the price for the pink champagne is outlandish! That's a hundred bucks per bottle!"

Bradley tore the paper out of your hand and crumpled it up. "It's worth it, because you wanted it. And it made us happy. And I loved drinking it with you."

You crossed your arms over your chest, and Bradley just waited for you to say something before he spoke again. "I'm making the mortgage payments for the even months. You're paying the mortgage for the odd months."

Bradley groaned softly and kissed you. "I wish you would stop getting me to agree to things while you're sucking my dick," he whispered. "It's not fair."

"Splitting the bills in half is fair. And opening a shared account is fair.

"You're right. It is fair. We picked out the house together, and it's ours, and we are married now."

You eyed him warily. "You're being agreeable."

Bradley sighed. "If contributing more to our bills will make you happy, then go right ahead, Sweetheart. Now take a nap with me."

You curled up next to him in your first class window seat and fell asleep while he rubbed your back. He was more concerned about saving money for babies and college right now, and he knew that it was going to take your income and his to cover everything.

You were still sleeping when the plane touched down, and Bradley turned his phone on to text Jake. "Are we home?" you asked, rubbing your eyes and knocking your glasses askew. "Can we go pick Tramp up tonight?"

Bradley kissed your forehead. "It's kind of late, Baby Girl. I don't mind bugging Jake right now, but Amelia has school tomorrow. What if I text Mav and pick Tramp up early tomorrow morning before work?"

"Okay," you agreed, stretching your arms over your head. "I don't even want to go back to work tomorrow," you mumbled, looking out the window at all the runway lights blinking in the darkness. "I just want to stay in bed with you all day."

Bradley reached for your left hand and kissed your ring finger. "We can eat lunch together tomorrow? Unless I'm in the air. Maybe a quickie in your office?" he suggested with a smile, and you grinned at him over your shoulder.

"Doubtful, Roo. I have that new hire starting, so I'll probably be with her the entire day."

He just grunted. "We can make up for it tomorrow night. After work."

Once Bradley had deplaned with your fingers laced through his, he took you to collect your suitcase full of all the lingerie you wore for him. He managed to acquire another PRIORITY tag for it in Honolulu, which you were apparently still laughing about now as he collected it from the carousel.

"What?" he asked innocently. "If this didn't make it home, I'd be in tears." He grabbed the other two pieces of luggage and followed you and the lingerie suitcase out to the curb.

"Me too," you whispered, kissing his cheek as Jake pulled up. "There are a few things in here I didn't even get to wear for you yet."

"Are you serious?" Bradley asked, wondering if it was too late tonight to get you to wear one before bedtime.

But you were already wrapped up in Jake's arms, telling him how pretty the resort was and how much fun you'd had.

"Nice tan, Rooster," Jake commented as Bradley loaded the luggage into the back. "Angel looks exhausted, so you must have done a good job."

Bradley snorted while you smacked Jake's chest, hard. But all three of you were laughing. "If anything, I wore him out."

Jake groaned. "I don't need to know any details."

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You had been whining so much about work, that now you were amping it up on purpose. "But nobody will let me wear a bathing suit or drink champagne at work," you groaned as you climbed out of the shower with Bradley behind you. It was late, and you really needed to get to bed. You should have taken another day off between the honeymoon and returning to work.

"It's really a sin," he agreed solemnly. "Good thing you look just as good in khaki as you do in a tiny scrap of red fabric."

You bit your lip as Bradley put toothpaste on his toothbrush. "And nobody will be there to watch us eat ice cream and fuck," you moaned.

His eyes met yours in the mirror. "I'm pretty sure that was a once in a lifetime development, Baby Girl."

You shrugged and said, "I didn't hate it," before you brushed your own teeth.

Bradley carried you to the bedroom. "Your sex in public kink has started to run rampant. Will I even be able to get you going in a bed anymore?"

You kissed him as he pulled out his UVA tee shirt for you to wear. "You could get me going anywhere, Roo."

He eyed you up and down and sighed. "But not tonight. It's midnight, and I have to get Tramp at seven."

"Not tonight," you agreed, and you curled up on his chest and fell asleep.

You were jolted awake by Bradley's alarm going off at six. You rolled away from him and tried to hide under your pillow. But the room was starting to get lighter, and he was so loud when he got ready for work, you just gave up. "Do you want breakfast?" you asked him, shuffling into the kitchen to make eggs and coffee. You groaned; you just spent ten days eating room service and having expensive lattes in the restaurants at the resort. "This is bullshit," you muttered, messing with your French press and looking inside the nearly empty refrigerator.

A minute later, Bradley was dumping cereal into his mouth while you ate the last egg, and he filled a travel mug with coffee. "I'll go get Tramp and bring him right back here, then I'm heading to base." He leaned in and kissed you. "In case I don't see you before you leave, I love you."

"Bye. Love you, too," you grunted, waving at him as he rushed out the door. You sipped your coffee in silence and looked at your work calendar on your phone. After about ten seconds, it felt too overwhelming, so you switched over to your personal calendar. And that's when you noticed that little asterisk on today's date.

You took a few small steps back toward your bedroom before setting down your mug and rushing into the ensuite bathroom. You dug around under the sink, pretty sure you would find what you were looking for. And when your hand closed around the sealed box, you felt a little dizzy.

Carefully, you stood up and opened the pregnancy test you never used back in July. You were being ridiculous. You knew you were. It had barely been one full cycle since you stopped taking birth control, and these things took time. But you went ahead and took the test anyway. You walked back out to the kitchen and tried to decide if you felt like you had period symptoms or not while you counted down the minutes until you could check the test.

When you imagined how excited Bradley would be when he brought Tramp home and you showed him a positive test, you couldn't stop smiling. He would lose his mind. You'd both be late for work. You would have to find something to celebrate with other than champagne.

Cautiously, you made your way back into the bathroom. The hopeful feeling in your chest was bubbling to the surface, and you nearly giggled until you saw the result. Negative. Not pregnant. You swallowed hard. It was still early. You could test again tomorrow. You dumped the box and the test into the trash.

But now you felt like crying, and you had to fight the urge to climb back into bed. Tears stung your eyes, and you took your glasses off, realizing you were only making things worse by rubbing them. But when you heard the front door open followed by the sound of Tramp's paws on the kitchen floor, you hiccupped with a sob.

"I'm leaving again!" Bradley called out, and you thought you were safe in the bathroom by yourself.

"Okay," you called lamely as Tramp came in to find you. But Bradley was there as well with a smile on his face.

"What's wrong?" he asked when he really looked at you, collecting you into his arms immediately.

"Nothing," you promised, trying your best to look happier. "Just kind of dreading the rest of the day and the million emails waiting for me."

He looked at you a little skeptically, but nodded slowly. "You'll text me if you need something today? I can always try to stop by your building."

"Mmhmm," you hummed, and he kissed your forehead. "I need to get dressed. I'll see you later." Bradley let his hand linger on yours as you pulled away from him and headed for the bedroom closet.

"I love you, Baby Girl," he told you, and now he was finally really leaving.

And then you did cry. Because you were being ridiculous, and your pants felt too tight because you'd spent a week eating ice cream and drinking cocktails. It took you until you parked your car on base to realize that you were probably so emotional because it was the start of your period, and that made you want to cry more. "Get it together," you mumbled, scanning your badge to get inside the building.

With a deep breath, you unlocked your office door and collected your computer before heading to the lab. As soon as you walked in, your boss eyed you carefully. "How was your time off, Lieutenant?" Bickle asked, and you held up your left hand for him to see. "Ah, I figured. Congratulations."

"Thank you, sir," you told him with a laugh. And then you turned to see Cat Coleman sitting in your favorite chair at your favorite spot on the counter, examining a piece of equipment that you had been working on before you got married last month. And when she turned to face you with her appraising gaze, you felt like crying all over again.

"Welcome to the team," you managed to say as you set your computer down.

"Thank you," she said with a completely neutral tone. "I'm looking forward to getting started."

And then your boss called a team meeting, and you had to sit in one of the chairs that sucked. You just wanted to be back in Hawaii with Bradley. It had been beyond perfect. Just you and your husband who understood you and made you feel comfortable. What the hell was wrong with you?

You tried to pay attention to everything you had missed while you were away. And then you got Cat set up with some things to read and a few videos to watch, and you felt a little better knowing that Bickle trusted you to do so much for him at this point. But Cat was barely showing you any emotion, even when you tried to joke with her. And the negative pregnancy test was never far from your mind.

"Angel!"

You turned to see Jake standing in the doorway holding a sandwich and a fruit cup, and you ran for him, wrapping your arms around his waist. You let your cheek rest on his chest while you took a deep breath.

"I'm having a horrible day," you whispered, and he rubbed his empty hand on your back as he stepped inside the room with you still hugging him.

He chuckled as you let go of him. "I'm sure you are. You were just in Hawaii with your husband. Now you're at work. Rooster sent me with this, by the way. Mav is riding his ass today." He held up the food, and you took it knowing you needed to eat something today, regardless of the fact that your appetite was nonexistent.

"Please give him my regards," you said, making Jake laugh harder as he turned toward Cat. You saw him pause, and then she looked up at him with her appraising eyes.

"Jake, this is Cat Coleman. Cat, meet Jake Seresin." You opened the sandwich and took a bite as you watched Jake fumble through a handshake. You could tell he thought she was pretty; you already knew he would.

"Pleasure," Cat replied before sitting down to read on her computer, and you had to guide Jake out to the hallway.

"Damn," he whispered. "She's new? She must be. I'd remember seeing her around."

"Fresh out of Maryland," you told him, thinking that had at one time applied to you as well. "She's a little tough to get to know, honestly. She's making my day a little more difficult."

"What did she do? Steal your chair or something dumb like that?" You gaped at him and shoved him toward the exit.

"Don't you have something more important to do? Like waste taxpayer money on jet fuel surcharges?"

"Sure do, Angel. Catch you later."

You took another bite of your sandwich and went back into the lab, and Cat met your eyes. "I heard you just got married. Congratulations."

"Thanks," you replied with a small smile. "Just got back home from Hawaii yesterday."

"Your husband is in the Navy as well."

"Yeah, he's an aviator," you told her between bites.

She nodded, her eyes shifting past you to the door before she turned toward her computer. "Well, he's handsome, and he seems very kind. That must be nice for you."

You paused for a moment, and then you inhaled while you laughed, and you started coughing. "No," you finally managed as she looked at you like perhaps she needed to intervene and help you breathe correctly. "That wasn't my husband!"

"Oh," she replied, looking a little embarrassed.

"He's my friend!" you replied quickly. "He works with Bradley. My actual husband. And you're right, Jake is handsome and kind."

And then she turned away from you again.

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You and Bradley had only been home for a few days, and your mood had been all over the place. He thought that perhaps it was because you were adjusting to your work schedule once more, but even Jake seemed to notice you weren't quite yourself. At times it looked like you were on the verge of tears. And at one point you were very short with your parents on the phone. Other times you were extra physically affectionate with Bradley.

But tonight, after dinner, when he asked if you wanted to join him in the bathtub with a few beers, you just shook your head. "My period started today, and I'm not feeling great. Raincheck?"

"Of course. Anything you want."

And instead he ended up sitting on the living room floor with you, adding your wedding photos to the collage that hung above the piano. Each picture had turned out better than Bradley could have imagined. You were radiant in every single photo. You were smiling so much that it felt like someone was stepping on his chest when he realized you looked like that for him. You looked so perfect in every picture because that was the day you married Bradley.

He pulled you onto his lap and held you tight to him and whispered against your ear. "I wish I could go back to our wedding day and experience it all over again."

You laughed softly. "That's sweet, Roo."

"I'm serious," he replied, kissing your ear and your hair. "I've never seen anything like you. I've never loved anyone like this. And you were so perfect that day, I can barely look at these photos without feeling like I'm going to fucking explode or something."

You pulled away from him, grinning and shaking your head. "I love you. You're the best husband I've ever had."

Bradley groaned as you laughed and peppered his face with kisses. Then you helped him rehang the frame. When you yawned for the third time in a row, Bradley scooped you up and carried you to the bedroom with Tramp at his heels. "You need to get a good night's sleep. You've been busy at work, and you have your period. Do you want your heating pad?" he asked, and when you nodded with a small frown, he tucked you into bed with a kiss. "Be right back."

He went to the bathroom closet to find it for you, and that's when his eyes caught on the boxes in the trash can. Mission forgotten, Bradley knelt down and pulled out two pregnancy tests, along with their boxes, and some tampon wrappers. He sank all the way to the floor, staring off into space as he connected the dots. You had taken pregnancy tests. You got your period. You'd had tears in your eyes when Bradley said the neighbors had cute grandkids. You had been sometimes clingy and sometimes distant with him over the past couple days.

So you thought you could have been pregnant. But these were negative pregnancy tests. And you hadn't told him about it. You hadn't told him anything. You'd been on the verge of tears for a reason, and you kept him in the dark.

Bradley put the tests back in the trash can and jumped to his feet. Maybe you needed a reminder that you never had to feel isolated now. He was your husband. But when he was about to call your name, he found you sound asleep, your glasses crooked on your face.

He sighed and planted his hands on his hips and really looked at you. There was nothing you could do that would disappoint him. And the two of you had time. He kissed your forehead and gently removed your glasses, folding them up on your nightstand.

Then he got undressed and slipped into bed behind you. His perfect wife.

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I am emotional! The end of another Roo and Baby Girl series! Thanks for reading this far, and please stay tuned for some one-shots and hopefully more B&BG after that! I'll update my masterlist soon! Thanks to @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls. And I'm also including this beautiful mood board that @thedroneranger made for this fic! Thank you, Jay!

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laura1633 · 8 months ago

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can you do a short drabble of max licking vanilla ice cream off charles body 🥰

Haha anon whoever you are you clearly had a very similar thought to me when you saw Lestappen and ice cream 😃 I have written a quick little something below for you, thanks for the ask ♥️

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“Here you go princess” Charles teases as he hands Max a tub of ice cream and the two spoons he has collected from downstairs.

The Dutchman is sat naked in bed with the covers tucked all around him and a movie on pause. He gleefully takes the dessert from Charles and waits for his boyfriend to slip off his joggers and clamber back into bed next to him.

“Thank you” Max hums as he presses his lips against Charles’ before stabbing his spoon into the tub and taking a huge mouthful of vanilla ice cream, “Oh it’s really good. Here try some” Max ignores the fact Charles also has a spoon and instead loads his own up before popping it in Charles’ mouth. The Monegasque mumbles his agreement as he swallows it down.

“You ready for me to put it back on?” Max nods towards the movie before hitting play and snuggling up closer to his boyfriend as they share their dessert, occasionally spoon feeding each other just for the fun of it.

“You just spilt it on my neck” Charles chuckles and screws his eyes shut as some of the now melting ice cream drips from Max’s spoon and splashes down his neck. Max swoops in immediately, flicking out his tongue and licking slowly up Charles’ throat to gather up all the vanilla. Charles’ giggles slowly turn into something a little more heated as Max starts sucking and kissing the sensitive skin below his ear.

“Tastes better on you” Max hums as he dips his thumb into the tub and then proceeds to spread some of the ice cream across Charles’ lips before chasing after it with his tongue. Charles’ eyes flutter shut as his boyfriend kisses him slowly before mouthing down his throat and licking across his collarbone. The Dutchman’s tongue is cold enough to make tiny little goosebumps spread over Charles’ skin.

Max goes back to his spoon and scoops up another load of ice cream. He swirls it slowly around his mouth before leaning down and sucking right over one of Charles’ nipples. The Monegasque hisses at the initial coldness but the sounds falling from his mouth quickly melt away to moans just as the ice cream starts to melt around his now erect nipple. Max sucks and licks around the area before filling his mouth once more and zeroing in on Charles’ other nipple. This time the Monegasque starts groaning before he even feels the coldness against his skin, the anticipation makes his shiver and shake.

“You like that?” Max hums as he looks up at Charles, his eyes sparkly and lips wet and glistening, “Lay down for me”

Charles does as he’s told without hesitation, shuffling down the bed and shucking the covers off himself. The cold air tickles against his skin but its nowhere near as cold as the melting ice cream Max starts dripping down over his abs. The Dutchman takes his time licking the sticky sweetness up, his tongue diving in and around the contours of Charles’ stomach as he makes sure he’s licked up every last drop.

“Ohhh” Charles gasps and instinctively reaches out and grips his fingers into his boyfriend’s hair as the Dutchman’s cold tongue licks up one of his thighs and then the other. The Monegasque’s breath hitches and he holds it in as he watches Max taking another large mouthful of ice cream.

Max grins wickedly as he pushes the ice cream up into the roof and sides of his mouth making sure everything is nice and cold before wrapping his mouth around the head of Charles’ cock. Charles moans wildly and bucks his hips up, pushing further into Max’s mouth.

The sensation is odd. Hot and cold at the same time. Sticky and wet. The noises are loud and messy - slurping and sucking as Max bobs his head back and forth before going to fill his mouth up again with the melting ice cream.

Charles closes his eyes and tries to hold off as long as possible so he can enjoy the sensation but his nerves are firing all over the place each time the coldness wraps around him and then melts away into warmth. His legs are shaking and his thighs are tensing and he’s rocking his body up into Max’s mouth more vigorously than usual. As Max goes in once more and sinks all the way down until his nose is pushed against Charles’ pubic hair the Monegasque comes, groaning as he spills all the way down his boyfriend’s throat.

“Oh shit” Max frowns and rubs his temples as he pulls off, “I think I have brain freeze” the Dutchman giggles as he collapses back down into bed and snuggles back around his boyfriend, a happy look on his face and his mouth slick and wet with melted ice cream and come.

A few days later …

Charles is participating in a q&a on threads when someone asks him what his favourite ice cream flavour is. It’s an innocent enough question but Charles’ thoughts immediately go back to Max between his thighs with a mouth full of vanilla ice cream. There really is only one answer he can give - Vanilla.

A few months later…

Max is filming another Red Bull promo video when he is asked to name his favourite desserts. His thoughts immediately go back to being between Charles' spread thighs and tasting the vanilla ice cream mixed with his boyfriend’s come. He keeps his answer PG of course and responds the only way he can - vanilla ice cream.

#Lestappen #Lestappen fanfiction #lestappen fanfic #anon ask

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0oolookitsme · 1 year ago

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Melted Ice Cream

Type - Blurb

Verse - Footballer!Harry x Art Director!Y/n

Word Count - 901

Warnings - None! Maybe some cursing here and there.

A/N - Wrote this on my phone and that too in a hour or so. This is just a cute little scene, hope you like it <3

(Just the Harry I pictured while writing this:)

The room remained silent, neither of them spoke a word but it was a known fact that both the pair of eyes were wide open.

"H?"

"Yep?"

There wasn't anything funny but the two still chortled. "Why the hell are you still awake?" Y/n asked, releasing his hand to rub her eyes.

"I don't know, why are you?" He asked back, turning on his side to face her. Out of habit, one of his legs swung up on her thigh.

Y/n didn't exactly turn on her side, but she still tilted her head in a way that she was facing him. Nothing but the A/C's light penetrated the darkness in the room, and they could still tell where the other one's eyes and mouth and head and nose were. Silence lingered around for a while before Y/n decided to speak up again.

"I can’t sleep, can we have ice cream?"

“I was about to say that!" Harry exclaimed silently and y/n could just tell that he had this wide grin on his face and that his eyebrows were probably closer to his hairline than to his eyes now.

It was as if they were little kids, the way they jumped off of the bed and scurried to be at each other's side – not exactly fitting in the door frame but still squeezing their way through. Sounds of small, high pitched giggles filled the whole house as they raced down the stairs. "No!" Harry cackled, fisting y/n's shirt from behind when she ran him out. Pulling her back into him he grabbed a tight hold of her by wrapping one arm around her waist and twisted to swing her behind and run ahead.

"That's cheating, H! You're such a loser!" She yelled, laughing and slightly wheezing.

Neither of them know why they are racing, it's not like they only have one scoop of ice cream left. But it was still obvious that the one who reaches the fridge first, wins. And while Y/n is a competitive freak, Harry wouldn't necessarily give himself that title – yet it's clear that if he's playing, he aims to win.

Harry opened the freezer with a smug smile on his face, pulling out a tub of vanilla ice-cream.

"Stop smiling like that or I will slap that off your face, you fuckin' cheater," Y/n grumbled from where she was sitting on the kitchen counter.

His frown started to melt into a lopsided grin on his mouth as he opened the drawer to pull out their ice cream bowls. "Oh please, you're just salty your loser ass couldn't win." He said, looking at her as if waiting for her to tell him to fuck off – and she did, indeed, flip him off.

Their ice cream bowls, on the other hand, are a whole nother story. They had gone to a ceramics class from their school's side and at the end of the workshop, had to make some bowls to show what they had learnt. The only thing that went wrong was that their bowls ended up looking like 'too-tiny bucket hats', as the incharge there had joked. They were so unbelievably tiny for a bowl that their crafts teacher at school believed that it had to be intentional.

But it was absolutely unintentional. They were just talking so much that the goal had escaped them, that's all.

On Harry's cup, Y/n had painted small footballs and written 'balls out' in the smallest font. And Harry, on the other hand, had painted small cherries and white doodle-flowers all over her cup. They had even gotten detention, for allegedly making a joke of a representation of their school.

"Want sprinkles?" Y/n asked him, kneeling on the floor in the front of the lowest cabinet. Harry only bummed in return, busy in scooping out equal amounts of ice cream in each bowl. She stood close next to him as she sprinkled the colourful bits on top of his ice cream first, and then onto hers.

"Hey! No fair! You have more sprinkles than mine!" Harry claimed, grabbing her hand and forcing her to put more on his. "Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop!" He rushed, trying to take the jar out of her hand as she leaned on the slab to keep her body up while she laughed.

Whining, Harry took a few steps back. "Oh my god, now that's too much sprinkles!" He gritted through his teeth, frowning at her wheezing figure, then slowly and slowly, joining her. Before he knew, they were both kneeling on the kitchen floor, curling up because they were laughing so hard their stomach hurt.

"Why the fuck are you la-laughing?" Y/n asked in the midst, sitting up straight to calm down. "What's funny?" She asked seriously but then Harry spurted out another laugh and she was laughing again.

Tears were rolling down both their cheeks as they finally gained control over themselves. "Wait, wait, wait – this is melting!" Harry shrieked, grabbing ahold of his cup and raising a full spoon to his mouth.

"I told you eat it right away, you idiot!" Y/n panicked from behind, also reaching for her cup. "What?" She asked when Harry passed her a suspicious look.

"You never told me that."

"Do i really need to tell you to eat your ice cream before it fucking melts, Harry?"

Prompt Creds to @me-writes-prompts <3

Tagging: @reveriehs <3

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im-robins-bitch · 2 years ago

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But, she’s a cheerleader (Robin Buckley x fem! cheerleader! reader)

Or, you’re the next head cheerleader, the most popular girl in school, you could spend your summer doing anything but for some reason you keep coming and flirting with Robin. You can’t be into her...can you? (1k)

Robin's crush starts when you walk into scoops ahoy and know her name.

When you come in without the usual gaggle of cheerleaders and jocks you hang out with, she almost doesn't recognise you. You’re smiling at her and it’s then that she realises you don’t smile often because if you did she would have been crushing on you sooner. In fact, the only time she ever recalls seeing you smile is the fake one you plaster on during your cheer routines.

You’re explaining that you recognise her from band and that she “plays the trumpet right?”

Her mind whirls a million miles an hour because you, the next head cheerleader and most sought-after girl in the school noticed her. She feels like a giant loser because that means you’ve seen her in her stupid hat and ugly uniform.

But you’re awkwardly miming playing the trumpet with one hand, the other busy holding an ice cream with an obnoxious number of toppings (Steve had given you it for a kiss on the cheek).

Your miming is so dorky and endearing, a complete contrast to your icy queen bee persona. It makes her stomach swirl with little butterflies, beating their wings over and over.

You’re leaving all too soon for Robin and Steve, both daydreaming dating scenarios about you and continue to for the rest of their joint shift.

The next time you come in you’re complimenting her lipstick, leaning over the counter and getting in real close because “I swear I used to have this one, but maybe not it looks nicer on you”

The time after that you’re telling her you love her rings and start playing with them, twisting them up and down her fingers, asking her where she got each one and humming at her explanations.

Every time Robin stumbles over a word or stutters over a sentence you lean in real close and you ask her to repeat it, close enough that she feels your breath against her cheek.

She tries, unsuccessfully, not to overthink it all. You constantly flirt with Steve, kissing his cheek every time he hands over a free cone. She saw you flirt with the jocks at school. It’s just how you are she reasons, because in what world could you be flirting with her and mean it?

She debates it every night before going to bed, thinking about your fake cheer smiles and the rare genuine ones she gets to cherish.

The quirk of your lips when you want to smile but won’t let yourself.

The soft smile you give her every time she compliments you back.

The grin when you giggle after successfully flustering her.

Every smile you gift her feels like a treasure she wants to lock away.

Then she thinks about your short cheer skirts and her baggy slacks, your tight crop tops and her collared skirts. You just don’t match.

The next day at work you come in and this time the whole cheer squad is with you. You linger at the back of the crowd, as she stutters through an exchange with Heather she can’t help but notice your furrowed brows.

You don’t get ice cream, you don’t even greet her and you're the first out the door, leaving as Robins's hand brushes against Heather's as she hands back her change, dropping it over the counter in the process.

She doesn’t see you again for an entire week and when she does it's clear you had been avoiding her. Your mood is sour when you come into the store, ringing the bell over and over. “Steve!” You yell in frustration, eyes widening in surprise when Robin darts out of the back instead.

She tells you she’s covering for Steve, stuttering a little because she forgot how pretty you were. You don’t ask her to repeat herself like you always do, and you don’t compliment her new ring, the ring she definitely didn’t pick because she thought you would like it.

You only order plain vanilla, not even asking for toppings. The whole interaction is over too quickly and clouded with tension. She isn’t sure what happened, what she had done to make you go so cold.

Shes at a party when she finds out.

You’re stoned in the back yard and Robin is a little tipsy. She didn’t mean to find you, she goes to leave but you grip her wrist.

“Do you like Heather more than me?”

“What?” Robin sits up from the chair she had fallen into. “I, of course not-”

“Do you think she’s pretty?”

“No, I mean yes, she is, like obviously, she’s pretty, but i mean-”

“Do you think I’m pretty?”

Robin’s breath catches in her throat. You take it as a bad sign, eyes going glassy and she fumbles to hold your hand. She isn’t sure what makes her do it but she kisses your knuckles and then brushes them softly with her thumb. “I don’t think you’re pretty-” The whimper you let out makes her heart shatter, but she has to tell you the truth, “ I think you’re beautiful”

Your bottom lip wobbles and a couple of tears spill down your cheeks. Robin wishes she could wipe them away, but she knows there is a limit to how close two, even intoxicated, girls can get without raising suspicions.

“Really?”

Robin nods her head enthusiastically and you take a big steadying breath. “Would you, would you like to hang out sometime maybe?”

“Like….like a…”

“Like a date” You confirm, once glassy eyes now filled with determination.

Robin nods until she goes dizzy. For once no matter how hard she tries no words will come out. She’ll never forget the smile you gave her. It wasn’t the quirk of a lip let slip, it wasn’t a small soft smile and it wasn’t the fake cheer smile you wore until your cheeks hurt.

It was a real, genuine smile and it was aimed at her.

Robin had been sad summer was ending, but now she couldn’t wait for autumn to come so she could spend it falling in love with you.

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#i have so many more cheerleader x robin thoughts if u wanna see more pls lmk #they're just so cute #also l have a 9k wip of cheerleader reader x steve if anyone wants that #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x you #robin buckley x fem reader #robin buckley fluff #robin buckley blurb #robin buckley x cheerleader reader #robin buckley fanficiton #robin buckley fanfic

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takabinaryy · 5 months ago

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Bubbles & Bed-times

Idea by me Parent/Caregiver-Vlad Son/Little-Danny Danny is mentally four Maybe in a next one I'll have Jazz or his friends in another fic-Taka

After having a good day at his somewhat new school, and at Daniel's request they had, teriyaki chicken over rice and streamed broccoli for their dinner. Around six after dinner Vlad had helped Danny pick up his stuffie friends , from the living room and made sure all the boy's homework had indeed been put away. A bit afterwards the two are on the couch enjoying a bowl each of black cherry vanilla ice cream, one scoop for himself and two for his little badger. Glancing at the time the mayor sets his bowl down on the coffee table.

" Looks like it's almost bath time for you , baby badger"

" But the next episode of 'We Bare Bears' just started, papa"

" Yes I know darling. You have at least fourteen minutes till your bath time. That means you have time for a little bit of your show"

"Really?!"

" Mhm, you even have time to finish the rest of your ice cream too Darling "

Daniel smiles practically beams at his papa hearing that he still has, time for the rest of show and ice cream. He hums pleased with this, and turns his head back to the big flat screen tv above the fireplace at a safe distance above it of course.( Vlad would be upset with himself if the tv got damaged and not getting to watch the packers in the living room) Vlad gently ruffles the boy's hair and goes over how tonight night routine will go, other nights Danny will try to do the bath himself. Which results in using to much soap and the tub overflowing. Or even playing with the bath toys getting distracted instead of getting ready and waiting for his papa to return with his pajamas.

A few moments passed the smaller and mentally halfa sets, his now empty bowl next to Vlad's on the coffee table. His eyes still not leaving the tv as he speaks softly to other male next to him.

" papa?"

The older of the two hums in acknowledgment letting his son know that he is in fact listening. So Danny smiles and continued to ask the question that was on his mind.

" Can I take out the bath crayons for the bath?"

" You can have whatever you want from your bath toy's basket , little badger"

"Even the space bombs, papa?"

"Yes even the space themed ones you seem to love so much Daniel dear"

The mayor kisses the side of Danny's head as he gets up, grabbing the bowls and walk to the kitchen setting the empty bowls in the sink. Then heads up the stairs, going into his son's room immediately walking over to the blue dresser with tiny white stars covering it all. The man opens the top left drawer grabbing two different sets of pajamas he thinks Danny will like and will most likely choose the new set that's powder yellow with cute bunnies wearing astronaut outfits and their carrots are meant to look like blasters. Sure Danny could have done this himself but he does usual get his clothes together when he isn't regressed. But when he is regressed like he is tonight, Vlad's little badger gets easily distracted while in being in littlespace. Jazz can definitely tell you the same thing if she wasn't off at college at the moment. Back in the living room downstairs Danny is currently lost in is own world still watching 'We Bare Bears' , it's the episode where ice bear is just a little cub and it's where he got his axe.( I think that's what it was about, i don't really remember it that good) It's a tie between Ice Bear and Panda for being the boy's favorite characters in the show, Grizz is okay to , he's actually Tucker's favorite.(surprisingly to Sam and Danny , they thought his favorite character would have been Panda)The youngest halfa is so lost in the episode that he didn't hear his Papa come back to the first floor. Said man is now standing behind the couch like he had the night when Danny had decided to have a midnight snack.

" I believe it is now time for your bath , Darling Badger"

And just like before , Vlad had slightly startled his regressed teenager , said boy had jumped a little now turning his head to the older halfa, A pout forming on Daniel's face , forgetting that the show can be paused and watched later. Which makes his papa practically coos at how adorable his son looks right at this moment, and softly ruffles Danny's black fluffy hair.

" I can see that pout of yours Baby Badger , why don't you pick which space themed bath bomb you want, hm?"

He kisses Danny's head before the regressed teen gets up and wonders up the stairs , now being excited about the bath bombs that are currently under the bathroom's sink. Vlad hums and pauses the show that had been playing , the man looks to the side at the window seeing how dark it had gotten outside. He can hear his boy's giggles from the second floor , most likely getting distracted by the other bath toys. Or he may have found a bath bomb that he had forgotten about, chuckling softly in amusement and shakes his head fondly as he gets up an sets the remote back on the dark oak coffee table.

A bit after the washing of his little badger , Vlad let's the boy play a bit with the bath crayons and, the bath bomb that had came after getting the little halfa all cleaned up. Vlad gets up from the fluffy bath rug against the tub, thankfully the floor and himself didn't get splashed at with the soapy colorfully water , but it appears Danny had decided to be less splashy an more interested in the washable bath crayons. That he is currently drawing with on the tub's half blue and white stripped tiled wall. The older halfa steps over to the built in long cabinet , opening the top part up and takes a fluffy soft yellow hooded duck towel. Danny does have a lot of hooded towels because he prefers them over regular ones, Which Vlad doesn't judge at him at all for , after all everyone has something they prefer. Now setting the towel on the counter part of the marble sink.

Vlad turns back around to his little badger when said boy whines. Kneeling back down next to the tub, an gently cups Danny's cheek. Gently wiping away the suds with his thumb that were still on the little's face, from when Danny had decided to make a bubble beard to be a pirate.

" Are you ready to get out now little darling"

"Mhms, it's cold nows papa"

"It also seems your hands have now become raisins aswell"

Danny nods his head in agreement, while Vlad gets up and grabs the towel. Seeing this the regressed teen gets up and steps out of the cold water, an he immediately gets engulfed in the fluffy towel. Even being picked up and wrapped in said towel properly , giggling softly having the hood be up on his head. Vlad carries his giggly badger out of the bathroom, all the way to Danny's bedroom. Flicking the light on after he nudged the door opened a bit more, his son tends to not close his door all the way when he leaves said room. Danny's eyes had caught the attention of the powder yellow bunny astronaut jammies, an immediately made grabby hands at it, causing his papa to smirk in amusement seeing that he was right early. Walking over to the bed a sets the boy on the dark blue covers that has yellow stars all over it.(Danny also has a bunch of different space themed blankets)

Vlad uses the hood part of the towel , and gently makes sure Danny's slightly longer hair is more dry, not wanting the other to get sick because of damp hair. Danny wiggles a bit when the older halfa gets done with his hair, an normally if he wasn't regressed he would have used the hair dryer. He sits up an his papa hands him the pajamas that were originally placed next to him.

"Are you going to get your pajamas on by yourself? Or would you like papa to help?"

" I can do it by my self. "

"of course little comet, but first let's get a pull-up on you"

Vlad gently tickles Daniel's side , getting a few giggles from the regressed teen an reaches down with his other hand. Feeling down to the side to the drawers that are built in under the bed, moving the underwear around till he can feel the soft material of the protection where the night time and nap time pull-ups are. Taking out a random one which turns out to be a nemo themed one, he places it next to the boy , Vlad turns around letting his son put on the thin protection by himself , the older halfa knows that if it's put on backwards he'll just fix it since it wouldn't be a big deal. There's a slight tug on his sleeve a moment or two later making the man turn back around seeing that Danny is now dressed in his pajamas looking quit proud of himself might i add.

" Well now don't you look adorable little badger. The jammies feel comfortable? It's not ichy or anything?"

"Nope! it comfy papa."

"pull-up actually on, yes?"

Vlad questions because it definitely wouldn't be the first or last time that Daniel has tried to lie to him about having protection on. When they both know he needs them when regressed. Besides if the little badger is lying , he'll know immediately when the boy has an accident. Danny huffs but nods his head trying not to roll his eyes, as he grabs his racoon plushie friend "Tommy" from where it had been layed against his pillow. The older halfa shakes his head and picks up the younger and boops his nose, a softy smile appears on Danny's face as he gets carried out of his bedroom and down the hall. They pass by all the expensive paintings on the walls as they make their way down the stairs and to the kitchen, Vlad readjusts the little on his hip. The man grabs a sippy cup, Danny watches as his papa gets the chocolate milk from the fridge and fills the green translucent plastic cup up half way before screwing the top on. Handing the cup over his son then puts the rest of the drink back in the fridge , then walks over to the living room, settling them both back on the couch and turns the show back on for his little badger.

A few more episodes in , the sippy cup was almost done with , and Danny had sleep written all over his face, as in he was dozing off and slightly waking up every time his head kept dipping down. So Vlad took that as his que to turn the cartoon off once more for the nigh. An getting up with the sleepy little cradled in his arms , holding the boy close the father sets the sippy cup on the coffee table an makes his way back up to Daniel's room. Back in the bedroom for the third tie tonight , the older halfa moves the covers and gently sets his son the bed and covers the boy half way with the blanket so he doesn't overheat which would be a bad thing because as a half ghost Danny's core is a ice to cold type while Vlad's is a fire type. Which explains why the younger male like to cuddle his papa a lot when the season's weather gets to cold. He watches fondly as Danny snuggles close to Tommy the racoon plush with his thumb in his mouth , which Vlad replaces with the pale mint green paci that had been in a clear case on the boy's nightstand. Gently pressing a kiss to his son's head before quietly making his way out of the room, leaving the door half open even if Danny's nightlight is plugged in.

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hellowhisperingstars · 2 years ago

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Chapter Three: The Luncheon

Summary: Your day is disrupted when your father comes calling demanding you join him and his new partners for lunch.

Pairing: Rockstar/Bar Owner!Eddie Munson x Baker!Reader

Words: 5K

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, cussing, Y/N used, alcohol, overly pleasant people and one smug bastard. I think that's it. Let me know if I missed anything!

A/N: Chapter three! Sorry it's taken so long to get out. I'm taking my time with this story to make sure it flows correctly! Please let me know if you would like to be added to the tag list! Enjoy!

Previous - Masterlist - Forward

It’s been a few days since you woke up in Eddie’s bed and you haven’t heard from or seen him, which honestly didn’t surprise you since you didn’t exactly leave anything for him to contact you with. Well, there was always Steve. But you didn’t want to put that on your cousin, so you just shrugged it off and got back to your normal routine.

Before you left the front to Marty and Emma who were helping customers at the two registers you wandered around the front of the shop making sure everything was in place, shelves were restocked, and cafe tables were clean. Satisfied, you headed into the kitchen and over to the corkboard filled with all the orders that had been placed within the last few days; an anniversary cookie cake for Thursday pickup, a batch of cupcakes with a smash cake for a one year old for tomorrow, a pie for Saturday, another cake for Monday. Cupcakes and smash cake it was. “Vanilla and chocolate marble smash cake with vanilla and chocolate cupcakes. Blue and red whip cream frosting with Elmo on the cake. Easy Peasy.”

Pulling the order from the board you slipped it into your apron pocket and got to work. The three of you girls worked around each other seamlessly. Not once did one of you get in the way of another as you moved around grabbing mixers, bowls, cake pans, and other things you’d need to bake these cakes.

For you baking was easy, simple science, the best kind of science. The kind you get to eat after it's done. Eggs, milk, oil, sugar, flour, and all the good things that make your little science experiments successful, delicious, experiments.

Glancing over the items on the counter in your section of the kitchen you rolled up your flannel sleeves and got to work. After years of doing this you were able to get both the vanilla and chocolate cake mixed up in almost no time. Grabbing two large cupcake pans you dropped some liners in and reached for the ice cream scoop to fill them. Scoop by scoop you fill the pans to the appropriate height first the vanilla and then the chocolate. With both cupcake tins now full, you grab the small cake pan and with the scoop you drop dollop after dollop of both the vanilla and chocolate batter into it until it's at the proper height before grabbing a spatula giving the batter a little swirl to make it look more marbled. Tapping the tins one by one on the counter to get the air bubbles out of the cake until no more popped to the surface. Satisfied, you grab both cupcake pans and take them to the oven smiling at Ada as she opened it for you. “Thanks Ada.”

“No problem.” She smiled watching you place the pans into the open mouth before she turned and grabbed the marbled cake pan for you and brought it back to be placed inside as well. “Last one.”

“Damn you’re good.” You laugh as you set the timers and move back to your spot to clean up before you could get started on the whipped cream frosting. You stacked the mixing bowls on top of each other with all the bits and bobbles that you had used and carried them to the sink to wash, turning on the faucet you checked the temperature and started scrubbing, placing the clean items onto the drying rack as you went. Taking the sponge from the sink you wring it out before moving back to your spot and cleaning the counter of any spilled batter before going to toss the sponge back into the sink and wash your hands. Drying them on the apron around your waist you checked the timers and started to set up your station to start on the frosting.

Tiffany does the toothpick test on the cakes when the timers go off and takes the cupcakes out to cool, leaving the cake inside to bake for a little longer. She winked at you as she grabbed a tray of macarons and took them out front for the display case.

It was while you were mixing the ingredients of the frosting that Steve showed up. You heard his voice from the shop and Marty poked his head around the wall to look at you slightly confused.

"Someone named Steve, is here to see you?" His thick dark brown brow quirked up in question.

“Oh yeah he’s my cousin. Go ahead and send him back.” You said over the sound of the mixer. You watched him nod and then disappear again.

“Hey Birdie,” Steve said as he sauntered into your kitchen looking around before he saw you and walked towards you. “You would not believe how annoying Eddie is.”

“Hmm?”

“He has not stopped asking about you. 'Harrington, have you heard from her?', 'Steve! Is she going to come back?', and my personal favorite, the act of desperation, he got on his knees and begged me for your number.”

“And you didn't give it to him?” You asked as you looked over your shoulder at him.

“One, I didn't want to invade your privacy. Two, I didn't know if you even wanted him to have it since you left him without a word the next morning. And three, I think it's funny to watch him beg.” Steve said as he crossed his arms leaning back against the counter next to you.

“You are both a great cousin and a horrible friend all in one. Kudos.” You laugh as the second timer goes off. Turning from the mixer you grab an oven mitt and open the oven doing your own toothpick test before taking the cake from inside, setting it next to the cupcakes to cool. Checking the heat you start tapping the top of the cupcakes and nod to yourself as you start to take the tiny cakes from the pan setting them to the side. "So,” You look over at Steve, “When should we schedule that taste test? And how many people?"

“Oh shit yeah, how does Tuesday sound? The bar is closed during the day anyway and there will probably be four. Me, Robs, Dustin, and… Eddie I think…” Steve said as he counted on his fingers giving you a side glance to see your reaction.

You smirked, “Okay… you really think Eddie would want to come to my little bakery?”

“I think if I tell him you'll be here he'd be gone in a puff of Eddie shaped dust and here in five seconds.” Steve laughed as he scratched his neck looking at you with a narrowed gaze as he walked closer to you. “Are you a witch? I've never seen him like this about anyone.”

“Maybe I have a magical vagin-”

“Do not finish that sentence.” He said sternly pointing at you. “I don't need to know about your sexu-”

Plucking an oatmeal raisin cookie from the cooling sheet next to you, you shoved it into his open mouth with a laugh. “Then don't ask stupid questions.”

He glared at you as he chewed on the cookie taking it from his lips to look down at it. “Holy shit that's good.”

“Thanks!” Tiffany smirked as she walked back in from the front. “You should pick up some more before you leave!”

“I might," He said with a wink to her. Tiffany just laughed as she grabbed a few more display trays and went back out front.

“So what's her story?” He said, snapping his fingers at you with little finger guns. “Should I turn on the charm?”

“She's married and has a five year old.” You laugh as you move back to the mixer to check the consistency of the frosting. Once it was where you wanted it you separated the cream into two different bowls adding food coloring and folded it in so the white slowly became blue and red. “What happened to the brunette you went all Dracula on at the bar?”

“Turns out she's got a boyfriend.” He sighed, crossing his arms over his chest, “They got into a fight. So she and her friends decided to go out to spite him.”

“Did you sleep with her?!” You asked with wide eyes looking over at him. You stopped your mixing so you could lean your hip against the counter one hand braced on the top.

“No,” He shook his head. “I tried but she felt bad for leading me on and told me at the last minute.”

“I'm sorry.” You mumbled as you looked back at your station and started to scoop the frosting into piping bags, twisting the tops and setting them aside. “That was really shitty of her. But at least she told you.”

“It happens," He shrugged. “Now. Enough about my sad dating life. Tell me about what happened between you and Eddie.”

“You just said you didn’t want to know about my sexcapades!”

“I wanna know!” Ada said around a mouth full of food from the lunch table by your office, a sandwich in her hands. “You didn’t tell us any kind of gossip on New Years day! Tiff! The dude's name was Eddie!”

Tiffany scurried in and looked at you in almost shock. “Eddie!? You slept with a guy named Eddie?!”

“Oh my god please say it louder,” You cried throwing your hands up in the air. “I don’t think they heard you in Chicago!”

Steve laughed at you and your friends. “He’s actually a really good guy!”

“Oh I’m sure he is.” Tiffany said as she smirked at you. “He’s also pretty good in bed apparently. She was walking a little funny when she came in!”

“Tiffany!” You huffed as you chucked an oven mitt at her causing everyone to laugh in the room as she ducked and stuck her tongue out at you.

Steve chuckled as he braced his arms behind him on the counter watching as you chased Tiffany around the island in the middle of the kitchen, Ada now standing by the lunch table pointing her finger at you while all three of you girls starting to bicker about your night with Eddie and how they needed to stay out of your sex life. He liked seeing you like this, open and carefree. It was great, so different from when you were living with your father. Having grown up with you in the same family he knows how much they can drag you down. Their constant need to be perfect and for the world so see them as such was exhausting.

A loud cough sounded through the kitchen effectively silencing the loud bickering laughter of the girls. It was like all the air had been sucked out of the room. In the doorway leading to the back parking lot stood your father, in all his perfectly pressed suited glory. He was glaring at you with his hands behind his back.

“Uh, hey… Dad.” You said as you looked over at him the previously thrown oven mitt now back in your hand ready to be chucked again. The fun vacated your body in a swoosh the moment you heard his voice.

“Uncle Richard.” Steve nodded as he stood up straight. It amazed him how his mother was related to this man, she wasn’t great in her own right but at least she didn’t kill any kind of joy by just walking into the room.

“Hi Mr. Y/L/N,” Ada and Tiffany said simultaneously with little awkward waves.

"Y/N. Steven. Ladies. Hate to interrupt." That was a lie you knew, he loved to butt in. “If I could have a moment with my daughter. Privately.”

“Uhh, yeah. We can talk in there.” You nodded and gestured over to your office as you looked at the others. Sticking your hand in your apron pocket you took the order card out and handed it and the oven mitt to Tiffany. “Will you finish up frosting this please?”

“No problem.” She nodded as she took the items and headed to your abandoned station.

Steve looked between you and your dad. He had a bad feeling about this. Watching as your dad moved to the office and entered waiting for you to join him. He pushed himself off the counter and moved over towards you giving you a hug. “Let me know what he says okay? I’ll get back to you about Tuesday.”

“Yeah. That sounds good,” You nodded, giving him a smile and a small hug as you walked towards your office. Clearing your throat you moved through the doorway and into the room with your dad. Closing the door behind you, you turned and smiled at your dad who was sitting on the old yellow couch that sat against the wall next to your desk. "You wanted to talk?"

“Yes.” He said as he stood up. He always had to be above the person he was talking to, trying to prove his authority over them. Over you. He wanted to make you feel small. “I'm having a luncheon Tuesday afternoon that will lead into a tea for the ladies while the men go talk business. I expect you to be there early, dressed appropriately, and ready to entertain.”

“I can't on Tuesday. I just made plans with Steve to do a taste test. I'll be preparing for that all morning and then I have to clean up and then I hav-”

“Reschedule.” He stated like it wasn’t a big deal. To him it wasn’t. “Or have one of the girls do it. It's just a tasting for your silly little bakery.”

You felt your back start to tense. He never liked the idea of your bakery, thought it was beneath you and a waste of time, since you come from the very distinguished Y/L/N family. It obviously wasn’t as important as his own company doing god knows what. You didn’t care. “This bakery isn’t silly. It’s my business and it’s important to me. Why can’t you just be proud of me for that?”

“Y/N, this lunch is important to me.” Your father snapped as he looked over at you, his eyes narrowing. “The Malloy’s will be there. They are very big on family. I need the support of my family to make me look good. You owe me for skipping out early on the New Years Party. Peter Malloy was very upset that he didn’t get to talk to you that night.”

You bite your bottom lip in frustration trying to keep yourself from saying something you’ll regret, like how you didn’t give a shit about Peter Malloy, after a moment you took a breath and just nodded your head. You knew leaving early would come back to bite you in the ass. But then you thought of Eddie. Eddie with his big brown doe eyes and charming smile. Yeah, you didn’t regret that, you would leave a million parties to see him again. But you owed your dad this much. “I’ll reschedule with Steve. What time should I be there?”

“Ten. So you have time to get presentable. Lunch will be served at noon, with tea to follow for you, Evelyn, Mrs. Malloy and your grandmother. Bring some of your little desserts. I’m sure the ladies would love that.”

“Sure...”

Tuesday afternoon was here and you had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes for the twelfth time. You’ve counted. Your father was boasting, as he does, about how much of a family man he was, how much he loved you and Evelyn, and how proud he was of you for your schooling. It was sick, quite honestly.

The before lunch re-introductions had been awkward to say the least, you had met them once before but since you avoided them at the New Years Party your father wanted to make sure you knew exactly who his new business partners were. Mr. Malloy, whose first name you learned was Lewis, was a quiet man, calm, and serious. Salt and pepper hair styled perfectly in no nonsense look and his tan skin was starting to wrinkle around the eyes and his mouth a little like it was stretched into a permanent frown. His handshake was firm when you greeted each other. Has this man ever smiled a day in his life?

Mrs. Malloy was almost the exact opposite. She was all smiles and slightly more energetic than her husband was. At least it looked like this woman had a passion for life. She was busy chatting with your stepmother when you entered the dining room and shook her husband's hand. She clocked you immediately, breaking away from Evelyn, who looked very annoyed at the rebuff, to come over to you as you walked from the two men towards your grandmother.

“Y/N, it’s so nice to see you again.” She said getting your attention.

You turn with a smile. “Hello Mrs. Malloy. How are you?”

“Charlotte, please, Mrs. Malloy makes me sound so old. I’ve been well, thank you for asking! How have you been? It’s a shame we didn’t get a chance to talk at the New Years Party.”

“I’m sorry about that. Something came up and I had to leave earlier than expected.” Like the fact that you didn’t want to be there to begin with.

Mrs. Malloy, you probably would never call her Charlotte, waved her hand in the air like she was brushing away your excuse with a light smile on her face. “Sometimes things happen that are out of our control. I’m just glad to see you were able to join us for lunch!”

Glancing around the room she found the person she was looking for and waved him over. “You remember my son, Peter?”

“Of course.” You nodded as he walked over, more like strutted really. Once he was close enough you held your hand out for a shake. “It’s a pleasure to see you again Peter.”

“The pleasure is all mine.” He said as he grabbed your hand, but instead of shaking it he flipped it over in his grasp and kissed your knuckles trying to act like a gentleman. Out of the corner of your eye you see his mother smiling proudly. His hand was soft, so different from Eddie’s rough ones, like he hadn’t worked a single day of hard labor in his life and he probably hadn’t. The smile on his face made you want to rip your hand away. He thought he was charming. Smarmy was the term that came to mind when you look at him. He had a very punchable face in your opinion. You hated him already. It’s not that he wasn’t attractive. He was and the problem is he knew it, his green eyes stood out against his tanned skin and dark hair. Peter was the spitting image of this father. He was tall and muscular, almost too bulky, much different from the lean muscle of Eddie.

Before he could utter another word your father announced that lunch was now ready and you could all take your seats. Slowly you slip your hand away from his grip as you force a smile that turns into a real one when your grandmother comes over handing you a tall glass of iced tea.

“I think you’ll need this.” She says with a wink as she pats your back and gestures to the table.

Now you find yourself sitting at the long table in the dining room, all you had to do was get through this and the tea to get through and you are home free. The chairs were seated in such a way that your father and Mr. Malloy sat at the opposite heads of the table while you got stuck next to Evelyn and thankfully your grandmother. Peter, who was sitting across from you, his mother to his left close to his father, was being his normal creepy self and was pretty much just staring at you throughout the entire meal, throwing you sly smiles and the weird occasional eyebrow lift. If this was him flirting he was failing horrendously all it did was make you even more uncomfortable then you already were. Oscar, your fathers assistant, had also joined you for lunch and was sitting to the right of Peter, next to your father. Up his ass as always.

Taking in a deep breath you grabbed your tall glass of iced tea, that your grandmother had lovingly turned into a Long Island, and downed the last bit of it praying to any god that would listen for this to just be over with. You couldn’t handle your stepmother's fake laughter, Peter’s nonstop staring, or your father talking anymore. Placing the glass back on the table you pushed your hair from your face and smiled a little at Mrs. Malloy as she looked over at you.

She wiped the corners of her mouth with a cloth napkin before setting it back in her lap. “Your father tells us that you like to bake in your spare time.”

Frustration bloomed in your chest. Baking wasn’t just a hobby for you, it was a passion of yours, it was how you made a living. You clenched your fist in your lap as you put on a fake smile for the lady. “I wouldn’t really say it’s ‘in my spare time’. I own a bakery called Sugar Cloud in Hawkins. It's in a small town about an hour away. I’m the head baker. I’ve always loved baking so I made it into my job. I enjoy sharing it with others.”

“How lovely!” Mrs. Malloy smiled as she looked over at Peter and her husband who didn’t look as impressed. “We’ll have to go and see it someday soon!”

“I would love that!” You nodded, hoping that they never stepped foot into your safe haven.

“She brought some treats for us to have with our tea after lunch!” Evelyn said as she looked around the table also pretending to be proud of you.

“I’m sure they will be delicious!” Mrs. Malloy said as she took a sip of her drink.

“I hope you brought those lemon squares.” Nana said as she finished the small sandwich on her plate. “You know how I love those.”

“I did!” You gave her a genuine smile and leaned over a bit. “I also brought a few extra just for you. They're in a different box in the small fridge.”

The pleased look your Nana gave you was worth all this. Her and Steve were the only two people in this family who were actually proud of all you accomplished. "Thank you Birdie."

“Anything for you Nana.” You grin, bumping her shoulder very gently with your own.

The rest of lunch went by with mostly the men talking and the ladies putting in their two cents every once in a while. Slowly you stood from your chair when everyone was finished, pushing it back enough that you could get out and step to the side waiting for your grandmother to get up.

Nana stood gracefully and wrapped her arm through yours as you walked from the dining room towards the formal living room. The floral couches and chairs were definitely something you would never want in your house, it just continues to show Evelyn's terrible taste.

“You ladies have a nice tea.” Mr. Malloy said as he pats his wife's back gently. “I’ll just be in the study with Richard, Peter, and Oscar discussing business.”

“We’ll see you soon.” Mrs. Malloy said as she moved into the room taking a seat on the first available plush chair as the four men headed towards the study.

“I’ll be right back,” You mutter, making sure your grandmother is comfortable on the couch before you try and get away for a moment of quiet. You needed some time to breathe away from all the stuffiness of this lunch.

“Go get some air.” Your grandmother said, patting your arm before waving you off gently with a smile.

You smiled back with a nod and headed out of the room after you muttered a quick excuse. Taking the first left, you entered the bathroom and closed the door behind you leaning against it as you took a breath. This place was exhausting. Maybe Daniel and Alice would like some help. Taking a little more time in the bathroom to freshen up you nodded at your reflection before heading out of the room and walked down the hallway towards the kitchen, as you got closer you heard the hustle and bustle of your fathers personal chef Daniel and the housemaid Alice getting things prepared for tea. They were a lovely couple who met, fell in love, and got married all while working for your father. Peeking your head in you smiled at them. “Need a hand?”

Daniel laughed as he looked over his shoulder at you as he set the two teapots on the burner, “My god, where have you been, young lady?”

“Ah! Y/N!” Alice grinned as she looked up from setting four tea cups on a tray. “How are you? Get in here and give me a hug!”

“I’m okay! Living in Hawkins now!” You say as you walk into the kitchen laughing as you hug the older woman. “How are you doing? How are the kids?”

“They are just fine!” Daniel said as he turned to grab the box of treats you brought with you from the fridge and placed it on the island counter. “Justin is student council president of his eighth grade class and Kayla is graduating high school this year!”

“That’s amazing! Come to Sugar Cloud and I’ll give you a great deal on a cake for her!” You smiled widely as you let Alice go so she could get the plates that sit in the three tier serving tray. Holding your hands out for the plates that Alice held you got to work helping them get the trays set up nicely making sure everything looked presentable. “In the small fridge next to Nana’s lemon squares is another box that has a triple chocolate cake slice and a strawberry shortcake for you guys!”

“You didn’t have to do that!” Daniel smiled as he poured some hot water into the waiting teapots to warm them up before dumping that and adding more water through the tea strainer to let the leaves steep.

“I wanted to. As a thank you for putting up with all of this!” You said your hands gesturing towards the tea items.

“Thank you Dear!” Alice said as she placed the now ready pots on the tray with the tea cups. “Best get these out!”

“I’ll grab this!” You said pointing to the three tier tray. Giving Daniel a quick hug you carefully grab the stand and head out with Alice back into the formal living room, just wishing for this to be over already.

Finally this awful afternoon was over and as soon as the guests were gone you could book it out of this hell. Mrs. Malloy praised you for the delicious treats, you just smiled and thanked her graciously standing to the side just waiting for them to get out.

Peter took a moment to separate from the group and come over to you. “It was nice seeing you today. I’m sorry we didn’t get to chat at the party.”

“Yeah,” You said with a forced smile. “Something came up and I had to leave. I hope the lunch was to your liking?”

“It was. Your fathers chef is fantastic.”

“Daniel will be pleased to hear it!”

“Peter,” Mr. Malloy called, waving his hand at his son getting both of your attention. “We’re leaving now.”

“Be right there.” Looking back at you he smiled and placed his hand on your upper arm making your skin crawl and you tried hard not to pull away from him. “I’ll talk to you soon.”

“Sure,” You nod a little, as he gave you a wink and walked away from you grabbing his jacket from his mother before shaking your dads hand and then headed out the door.

Turning away you start back to the living room to help clean up. You didn’t want to leave it all to just Alice.

“Y/N.” Your father called as he walked after you grabbing your arm to turn you back towards him. “I need you to play nice with Peter. He likes you. Give him anything he wants.”

Pulling your arms out of his grasp you nod your head with a small frown as he turns to leave. What the fuck was that about?

You find out what your father meant when only a few days later while you were about to head down for a day of work in the kitchen, your house phone rang. Sighing in annoyance you moved quickly to it and grabbed the phone from its perch. “Hello?”

“Y/N? It’s Peter.” He said, you could hear the smug grin in his voice.

Rolling your eyes you put your forehead against the wall cursing yourself for not just ignoring the call. “Peter. Hi. How are you?”

“Great thanks for asking! Listen,” He didn’t even ask how you were. Rude. “I was wondering if you were free tomorrow night?”

“Tomorrow night?” Glancing up at your calendar you see the blank spot where Saturday sat and glared at it. You could make something up, but your fathers voice rang through your head. ‘Play nice with Peter.’ “Uh, no I have nothing planned.”

“Great! How would you like to go with me to dinner? Say seven? I know a place in Indianapolis that you are going to love.”

Biting back a groan you bang your head against the wall as quietly as possible. ‘Give him anything he wants.’ Through gritted teeth you force yourself to play nice. “Sure. That sounds awesome.”

“Mark your calendar. I’ll call you tomorrow with the details.” He laughs, “And wear something fancy. I’ll see you then.”

He hung up without so much as a real goodbye. Glaring at the phone in your hand you stick your tongue out at it and slam it back into its home. “Fuck.”

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