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Billyâs been watching his boyfriend wear himself thin all week.
Hell, maybe even longer than that. Two or three weeks â a month, at most.
And itâs not like heâs a piece of shit boyfriend that doesnât try to help, itâs that his stubborn as fuck boyfriend wonât let him.
Steveâs always carried his pride everywhere he went, even now. Heâs swamped at work and hates it, heâs getting calls from the Hawkins brats every other night with questions about college or whatever else is going on in their lives, his parents are trying to buy property in San Diego so heâs going to look at houses when he can, heâs trying to spend time with BillyâŠ
Itâs just a lot at once.
And Steve wonât let Billy take anything off his overflowing plate for him.
So, Billy backs off, but does what he can. He cooks meals for them thatâll keep Steve going, he kisses him every chance he gets and mumbles quiet praise into Steveâs shoulder when they hug, he drives the pretty boy around to the viewings and whatever appointments he has.
He can see the dark circles under his boyfriendâs eyes now. How the light has dulled a little in his coffee bean eyes.
Itâs infuriating and sad. Billy doesnât understand why Steve canât just fucking sit down for an afternoon and do nothing.
Itâs late when Steve finally comes home, toeing his shoes off and complaining about what a dump the latest house was, how his mom would never approve of the flooring and that his dad would hate the landscaping. Billy just nodded along and lead Steve into the bathroom with him, starting up the shower.
The day washed off and comfy clothes on, they slip into bed and Steve rolls over onto his side away from Billy, expectant.
Itâs cute. Billy fits himself in right behind Steve, his chest to his back, and their hands meet over Steveâs chest, their fingers interlocking.
They whisper âgoodnightâ and Billy closes his eyes as he falls asleep to the scent of Steveâs shampoo.
But, he doesnât stay asleep for too long.
He feels the sniffle before actually hearing it, Steveâs chest expanding with a stutter, the rain pattering against their bedroom window covering up the soft sounds of his boyfriendâs crying.
âStevie?â Billy whispers, his voice thick from sleep as he blinks his eyes open, glancing at the clock and noting that itâs only been an hour.
âOhâmâsorry,â Steve sniffles, glancing over his shoulder, and even in the dark of the room he can see his boyfriendâs tear-soaked eyelashes.
âSorry? Whyâre you sorry?â Billy murmurs, pulling him back into his chest, propping himself up a little so he can look down at Steve. He canât help but to lean in and press his nose to his loveâs cheek, feeling how hot it is, as they usually get whenever Steve finally musters up the energy to cry.
Heâs like his mother that way. Things have to pile up before he lets himself cry it all out.
Steve doesnât answer, just stares up at Billy with a crushed expression, his lip pouting and brows furrowed as he fights back the new tears wobbling in his eyes.
He makes this soft little pathetic sound in the back of his throat and Billy canât help the little cooing sound he makes in return, pressing a couple kisses to Steveâs cheek before he murmurs, âCâmere.â
And Steve turns to face him instantly, cuddling into Billyâs chest and letting himself cry again, his body wracking with sobs as Billy rubs up and down his boyfriendâs back with a small, sad smile.
âWhatâs wrong?â Billy asks after a couple minutes, even though he already knows.
âI-I canât sleep,â Steve sniffles again, âAnd my fucking shoulders hurts, like, I canât get comfy, and work sucks and this entireâŠstupid thing with my parents is annoying but I wanna help them out, and the kids keep calling but they never did before so I wanna keep that connection but itâs all the time nowâand Iâm so tiredâŠâ
New tears come then, another wave, and Billy pets his hand through Steveâs dark hair, kissing his forehead and sliding his hand down to wipe away his tears, mumbling, âYouâre always overworking yourself, baby, you gotta take a breakâŠâ
âBut I donât know how,â Steve half whines, because he always gets whiny when he cries. Billy hates that he thinks itâs cute.
âWell, weâll figure that out together, yeah?â Billy hums, because honestly even he doesnât fully know how to relax or take a break, but theyâve always made a great team.
âYeah,â Steve mumbles, like he believes it, before reaching up to wipe at his wet face and he gives that awkward little laugh he always does after he cries, saying again, âSorry.â
âDonât gotta apologize for nothing, princess,â Billy smiles sleepily once their eyes meet, âI got you.â
Steveâs smile softens into something more genuine and he shifts closer again to press a kiss to Billyâs lips, mumbling instead, âThank youâŠâ
âMm, much better,â Billy smiles against Steveâs mouth, happy to hear the soft laugh his boyfriend makes into the quiet darkness of their bedroom, the sound of the rain outside still going strong.
The next morning, Billy wakes up early. Too early. Itâs so early he could go back to bed.
But, before he does that, he gets up and walks to the living room, where he unplugs the cord from the back of their phone.
Satisfied, he crawls back into bed and curls up against Steveâs side, listening to the sleepy sounds his boyfriend makes as he gets his much-deserved sleep in.
#harringrove#billy hargrove#steve harrington#hurt/comfort#itâs been a while hope yall havenât forgotten about me!! hehe#idk something about steve breaking down in the middle of the night and being a pathetic little baby about it#billy would adore it i think#bambiwrites
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tagged by the fabulous @cordiallyfuturedwight and @jimin-gaon <33 here's the december list
apologies for being late again new year same me: @aprylynn @jiminsproof @pauls-mccharmly @thvinyl @visionsofgideontheninth @btsbs @kimchokejin @jihopesjoint @eoieopda @monismochi đ and anyone else who feels so inclined MWAH p.s. please do tag me anyway if you've already done it
#superfluous commentary in the tags as per usual:#i feel you - ADORE THIS TRACK i can't even explain what it does to my psyche except that it initiates a beach episode.#noso is a phenomenal queer artist and you should check them out#smoke and mirrors - ms faith back in action on the rotation i loved this album in 2009 and it still hits. for the love of GOD take me back#loving you - i am a paolo nutini stan if nothing else. exceptional#love is all around - i am in my frazzled english woman era hence the romcom soundtrack#and tell me who could possibly embody that frazzled english spirit better than four weddings hugh grant#boys don't cry - it's the cure by name and the cure by nature for one listen and i am FIXED!!!#she's always a woman - now billy joel is a great name for a cat or hamster but i digress. the stranger album of the year 2023 (again i fear)#little bird - was annie lennox in the last one?? i still have this on repeat.#googling the lyrics and it thinks i want the jonas brothers and it makes me want to sit right down and cry cry cry i'll tell you that much#jenny - paolo again can you blame me? i cannot express how much i adore his entire discography.#these scottish italians... deadly combination for my mental health. peter capaldi sit down#white flag - dido save me.. save me dido... my jihope anthem because i WILL go down with this ship#eternal flame - banger after banger it's almost as if i made this playlist myself!! can you feel my heart beating??? i apologise#as for the artist list#norah jones and jamie cullum christmas albums on repeat lord forgive me for i have listened to jazz#hozier and abba seem to make it without fail every month. for those who aren't familiar hozier is like if abba were irish. and bitchless.#NOW I'VE SAID TOO MUCH#the rest of the artists are fab of course but does olivia dean know i would die for her?#anyway. insert closing statements#tag#receiptify#MWAH
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If you could be an animal, what animal would each of you choose?
I want to be a bunny! They're so cute!
I agree, Mark! Bunnies are adorable :)
(A few moments later)
It's dinner time!
(Billy hands Mark a plate of a single piece of carrot)
I don't...like carrots. Can we eat something else?
No silly, you wanted to be a bunny. Bunnies love carrots :)
But-
Go on Mark, eat it.
(Mark sadly eats the carrot)
...
I would choose to be a wolf! They're caring, intelligent, playful and friendly! :)
#some fun facts that made me choose these animals 4 them!#for mark i chose bunnies cuz bunnies can die from loneliness and mark is. well. isolated from his friends#plus bunnies need 2 be outside n such 4 them 2 not get depressed and mark is trapped in the house#bunnies are adorable and so is mark#overall i think mark would choose them cuz bunnies r adorable n soft n fluffy n he would love them!#for billy. i was gonna make it a mooses or dolphins at first cuz they r seem as harmless but r actually deadly little fucks#butt i went with wolf cuz i felt like it would be better in terms of symbolism#like the whole wolf in sheeps clothing thing#and wolves r playful social creatures. which is kinda like billy as he wants attention from his peers (as said in maf lore video)#and i just felt like hed choose an animal who has lots of yk. advantage traits? idk how 2 explain it loll#anyways yeah!#sorry i took so long on this ask TwT#ashur gharavi#mark and friends#an answer for an ask#maf#twomp#ask blog#queue
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nobody asked but here's my list of who/what i think should win aoty (in order of deserved-ness)
brat
the rise and fall of a midwest princess
cowboy carter
ttpd
short n sweet
hit me hard and soft
the others (sorry idk them)
#really any of the top 3 i'd be satisfied and the rest i'd be like ok sure#brat is brat. it's MY aoty#beyonce is well overdue for an aoty and even if i haven't listened to it as much cowboy carter is a super impressive album#chappell is an interesting one because the album only barely scrapes in for eligibility this year#and honestly idk if i'd actually say the album as a whole has had a huge impact but so many of the individual songs have soooo.#hoping for chappell to win bna either way#ttpd... i'm a swiftie so I wouldn't be MAD but i do think giving it to her again would be overdoing it also the album isn't one of her best#i would love to see sabrina win roty for espresso but i don't think that short n sweet is an aoty worthy album#billie i adore her but hmhas is her weakest album and i don't think she needs a grammy for it when she's won before for better albums#no shade to the ones grouped in ''the others'' i genuinely just do not know them so have no opinion đ«¶
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I adore them
#Marty in that suit SHEESH#The in sync head turn#Right where Billy/Johnny aught to be#right between them#Just gonna tag it#Kreese x Johnny x Daniel#instead of thinking of a name#But yes Johnny deserves these two hotties railing him daily. Kreese shows his love by trying to take care of Johnny the best he can. making#overall just loving the best he can do. Which is being a strong support when needed (As I described in my little ficlet likeâŠa week ago?#idk.) Daniel shows his love with words and touch and gifts. Johnny wasnât used to such outward adorationâeven after the cobras who loved hi#but he soon would get used to being lavished in care. And tough love mixed with tenderness#Not sure how Kreese and Daniel would get over their disgust for each other yet. but theyâd figure it out#A good convo while theyâre both inches deep inside Johnny would helpâ#Daniel is mostly reasonable so he was def the olive branch holder#martin kove#william zabka#ralph macchio#safety first#nsft#I canât believe I always end up tagging my posts thatđ its a warning for tags. Daniel deserves to get his goldilocks.#Kreese doesnât exactly deserve anything good. But I love him anyway.#The way Billy has his legs spread ho wide and the others have their legs crossed. Hmmmm
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yknow sometimes i wonder what kind of environment antis think theyre making cause when i first got into the st fandom i really wasn't that into billy. like. i enjoyed his character but i didn't love him
#personal bs#they really pushed me from mild enjoyment to outright adoration#just because they indirectly pushed me out of spaces for other ships and characters#most of the blogs i was following (that weren't billy/harringrove focused) would post out-of-nowhere about disliking billy fans#which just made me so uncomfortable as someone who mildly liked him and had been dipping my toes into that side of the fandom#so i just ended up unfollowing almost all the blogs in other parts of the st fandom and just remained in the billy side of things#not to say the billy fandom was/is perfect. theres drama here and some people deffo were a bit pretentious and gatekeep-y#but on a wider scale i felt more welcome and comfortable here than anywhere else#which is really sad because i did like other stuff and now the idea of some of it just leaves an unpleasant taste in my mouth#not because i dont like the canon material but because the fandom is now just associated with rudeness and unkind interactions in my mind#like. is that what they want?#maybe it is. maybe they want to alienate people so they can hate them more easily. i just find that a bit sad#sorry this is a bit of a downer post but i was just thinking about it rn#i cant even imagine what part of the fandom id have ended up in if it weren't for antis scaring me out of most other places#i was a fandom baby too. id only been in the andi mack fandom before this lol
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last time i had this much in my drafts was right before my fic fest on my birthday
#i looove having a bunch of wips#it gives me so much to think about#and I adore writing your guys' requests#think I'm putting out one of the billy ones tonight#stay tuned#would you guys want another fic fest lmk#or do you want them all spread out#lmk cause i like both
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Princess treatment only - MultiMuse x Fem!Reader
Pairing: Multimuse x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Not many, some mentions of killing, but nothing graphic. Kind of fluffy
Type: HCâs
Request: N/A
Word Count: N/A
Prompt: Some HCâs as to how the muses would give the reader the princess treatment.
Notes: I donât know where I was going with this, but this is mainly fluff, maybe sometime Iâll spice it up. I just had to get my writing juice brewing. Not proofread at all just go.
Jason Voorhees: Honestly, would treat you like a princess regardless. Will pick flowers for you when heâs outside. Always lets you borrow his flannels. Always walks in front of you to make sure thereâs no danger, but looks back constantly to make sure thereâs no danger behind you?? lmao. You wonât ever have to lift a finger when youâre with him. Literally at your beck and call. Will try his best not to kill in front of you, but sometimes it just ?? happens lol. Tries to be soft when touching you because youâre literally the most perfect thing that has ever crossed his path.
Michael Myers: Is your literal bodyguard. Will follow you anywhere and everywhere, you might as well call him your shadow. Lets you hug him and climb onto his lap whenever. Wonât hug you back yet, working on it. Nobody comes near you, no exceptions. Sorry. Stares at you most of the time. Canât say it, but youâre literally flawless to him. Will use his body as a shield for you. Would kill anything for you. Eventually learns to put his palm against your cheek and thatâs his second greatest accomplishment, the first being bagging you, literally and figuratively.
Tiffany Valentine: You wonât ever have to worry about a thing when youâre with her. Always gets her hands dirty for you. Lots of cheek and neck kisses. Praises your looks all the time. She will always brag about you whether itâs what you do, how you look, anything and everything. She would always make sure you have the latest clothes. Sheâd make sure you always had your staple make up pieces available. When it comes to killing, sheâd get creative, that way you guys will never have literal blood on your hands, especially you, never you.
Billy Loomis: Lots of nicknames. Kinda only has a soft spot for you. Can never ever tell you no and stick to it. Wonât hesitate to kill anyone who makes fun of him for this. Drives you everywhere. Ties your shoes. Always makes time for you. Will help you pick out your outfits and tell you which one he likes and which one he doesnât. Will wear the bracelets you make him. Anything in his closet is yours, help yourself. Always touching you, holding your hand, holding your waist, youâve infatuated him enough to have him carelessly cover you in soft kisses, laying his head on your shoulder. Kinda creative with dates tbh.
Stu Macher: You will forever be his princess. Will carry you across puddles. Lots of cheek and forehead kisses. Would learn how to paint your nails for you during class. Always makes sure you have a good grade on your exam, whether he has to swap out the papers after class or make sure you get the right answers, you can absolutely count on him. You donât have to use your brain around him, no worries. Thinks you look adorable in his sweaters, especially oversized. Loves when you sit on his lap. Prioritizes you over anything and everything. Even if you donât like horror movies, Stu would absolutely find something else for you to watch.
Patrick Bateman: Honestly, when he falls in love with you, itâs princess treatment only. Will give you a skin care routine and help you follow through with it. Kind of makes you feel dumb, but not like a stupid dumb, more like a âoh dear sweet baby you are a little dumb but pretty, but dumb, let me help youâ Same thing if you fall asleep with your makeup on, Patricks on the way with the micellar makeup remover. Will speak up for you if you donât like a service, he wonât be mean about it unless he has to. Always makes sure youâre hydrated (also part of your skin care routine). You will be a housewife/girlfriend. Feel free to splurge, you are his trophy princess after all. Will take you anywhere you want. Will make things up for you if he has to be at work late.
Leatherface: I donât ever see a scenario where Bubba does not treat his s/o like a princess. Itâs like part of the deal. Either way, expect wild flowers all the time. Itâs his favorite thing to do for you. He even makes you a vase and makes sure your flowers are always fresh. Will literally die and kill for you without any hesitation. At his knees for you. Bubba will crawl to you across pins and needles if you asked him to. Heâs always making sure youâre comfortable and safe, never hungry or in your mind for too long. Melts at your touch. Would learn how to dance just to dance to your favorite songs. Always gets awestruck with you.
Harley Quinn: Will absolutely take you anywhere you want, no matter how random it is. Always dazed when looking at you. Keeps pictures of you all dressed up in her bag or car or wherever she goes. Selina gave her a heart shaped locket once and yeah, you guessed it, the cutest picture of you is in there. Doesnât hesitate to shoot any man for you. Leaves your face covered in red kisses. She would do anything to make you laugh. Anything you want, itâs yours! Just point at it.
Poison Ivy: Pamela will always spoil you, regardless of how you act. Youâve heard of people growing gardens for their s/o, she would grow forests for you. Sheâs the most gentle with you, gentle caresses and soft kisses. Paints your nails, brushes your hair while adding flowers into the locks. Always admires dressing you up and putting make up on you. Almost never wants you to leave. Slow dances with you. Sheâd do anything to keep you out of danger. You think Michael is a good bodyguard? Pamela is the bodyguard.
Bruce Wayne: hhnnnngh. Ok. No but you are the Princess Wayne. Spoiling you rotten goes without saying. Anything your little heart desires is yours. Helps you get dressed. His favorite is helping you with your stockings. Gentle kisses everywhere. Brushes your hair. Lifting you up constantly when thereâs a crack in the pavement. Always the driver. Your safety is always first, always. No because whatever you want means whatever you want, which is why there are hello kitty plushies scattered across the Wayne manor. Youâve somehow managed to get your own cozy theater in there too. Princess treatment also means Bruce having to lay back just a teeny bit on Batman just to guard you too while you sleep.
Jason Todd: nmmnnmf YES. I donât see him treating his s/o any other way. Lots of pet names. Loooves to help you get dressed. Sits you on the counter as he cooks. Never lets you out of his sight. Anything you want itâs yours. Always buying you cute socks and letting you wear his clothes. Forehead kisses. Oh man itâs so disgusting how much Jason loves his princess. Always taking pictures of you, no matter the angle. Would 1000000% tie bows into your hair if you asked.
Billy Hargrove: Honestly if heâs in love with you, princess treatment is granted. Always giving you his jackets, especially when you wear skirts or dresses out. Lifting you over mud and puddles. Subtle kisses on the head while youâre out. Body guard mode activated. He kinda becomes your shadow, appearing out of nowhere and greeting you with a kiss on the forehead. Ties your shoes without asking. Wiping any tears or smeared makeup off your face. Winks at you all the timeee.
Steve Harrington: Kind of similar to Stu, he always makes sure you pass your class. Poor princess doesnât use her brain in school, too busy trying to stay awake. Always gives you his jacket, even if you donât want to wear it, heâll wrap it around you. Finds any excuse to carry you or pick you up. So affectionate. Kisses on the cheek, lips, forehead. Sometimes he will miss and kiss your eye but ugh itâs so fucking cute. Only has eyes for you. Tying your shoes, putting your socks on, literally just dressing you in general is a must. Literally will take you wherever you want, whenever. Drops everything when you call. Such a sucker with the nicknames for you.
Steve Rogers: Ugh another one. Think of him as a body guard who you get to kiss and sit on his lap. Always drops everything to make sure youâre okay. Cannot take his eyes off of you. So smooth with the reassurance. Kisses on the forehead constantly. Always tucks you in. Would help you bathe if you asked. Pulls you onto his lap every time you both sit down. Whatever you want, youâll get. If he canât do it, heâll find a way. Cups your face in his hands when you cry, kisses your tears away. Ugh heâs your literal teddy bear, if you donât like to be smothered? Pick another muse.
Bucky Barnes: Similar to Steve, heâs your shadow, but heâs a little more ⊠upfront with it. Heâs constantly wrapping an arm around you, eyeing anyone whoâs eyeing you. Heâs so gentle if youâre sensitive. Kissing your cheek is his favorite. Always lingering his fingertips around your crevices. Makes sure youâre never hungry. Always up before you are. Lets you sleep in. If you fight, he will never raise his voice at you. Ready to carry you if youâre too tired to keep walking around. Slow dances with you just because. Heâs always worried for you, making sure youâre okay, youâre not sick or hungry. Pet names with him are a must.
Loki Laufeyson: Okkkk and in what situation did you ever think loki was not going to give you the princess treatment??? You are literal Princess Laufeyson. Though he, and Sebastian maybe, are the only ones who can probably, maybe, say no to you, if you pout enough maybe heâll come to a compromise with you. He never wants to upset you though. Would literally wipe out a small world for you. Or a few. Ok even betray anyone for you. Always cleaning your smeared makeup, fixing your hair, wiping you because you spilled your drink. Heâs so devoted to you, im going to throw up. He devours you with his eyes from a distance, youâre never leaving his sight.
Cloud Strife: Ugh ok. Literal bodyguard, as heâs hired to be at times. At your beck and call, though heâd never admit it. Such a sucker and can never say no to you. Though it may take time, he can start calling you âbabyâ âsweet girlâ âloveâ heâs so infatuated with you and doesnât know how to handle it. Your safety is his priority. Always listens to you ramble on and on. Brings you flowers for no reason other than he was thinking of you. Heâs such a sucker for you. Follows you everywhere.
Sebastian Michaelis: Heâs probably the most tame out of everyone but that doesnât mean heâs not a sucker. There are rules heâs willing to bend for you, literally willing to kill anyone that has the slightest interest in hurting you. Always makes sure youâre fed and if you want a sweet treat, heâs on it. Listens to you talk, even if itâs silly. Dances with you almost every night. Heâs so graceful with it. Dressing you and feeding you is his favorite but he might throw in a few teases âpoor sweet baby, you havenât woken up yet to tell your left foot from your rightâ as you rub your eyes with the wrong shoes on. Of course heâs willing to help, even if he has the idea that you do this on purpose, he's more than happy to oblige.
Spencer Reid: Though his job wouldnât encourage it, he still drops almost everything to answer you. Always finds a way to share time with his job and his attention to you. Reads to you all the time, whether in person or over the phone. Heâs always making comparisons of you being the princess in most fictional stories that you both come across. Heâs so gentle with you. Caresses your face all the time. You lay your head on his lap or sit on his lap as he reads away. Always making sure to keep up with your well-being before his own. Would 10000% pick up a habit of writing you little notes or picking flowers for you or taking Polaroids or something to remind you of your everlasting presence in his mind.
#jason voorhees x reader#micheal myers x reader#billy loomis x reader#loki laufeyson x reader#stu macher x reader#harley quinn x reader#cloud strife x reader#tiffany valentine x reader#bucky barnes x reader#steve harrington x reader#steve rogers x reader#billy hargrove x reader#bruce wayne x reader#jason todd x reader#poison ivy x reader#patrick bateman x reader#leatherface x reader#sebastian michaelis x reader#spencer reid x reader#loki x reader
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If Billy met Waylon Jones on a trip to Gotham he absolutely wouldn't think he was a monster. There are so many crocodiles talking to Fawcett.
He would be in Gotham when he heard people starting to scream around him. He goes to the nearest person to ask what's going on and it turns out that this charming gentleman crocodile is asking him why he's not afraid of his appearance.
Billy : Are you just a crocodile ? I know things are different in Gotham but this racism is ridiculous.
Waylon adores him and Billy talked Waylon into stopping by Fawcett for a visit. Discovering the culture Billy thinks he's been cut off from. Batman wonders why at the next meeting Captain Marvel is complaining about Gotham's racism towards non-humans.
#billy batson#shazam#captain marvel#dc captain marvel#batman#waylon jones#killer croc#fawcett city#idiot write
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Something you paid for
Fernando Alonso x Reader
Summary: Two years into the best relationship of your life, you find out that Fernando thinks you don't love him. But it get worse and you realize the whole world think of you as gold digger.
Word count: 5.7k
Tags: female!reader, established relationship, slut shaming, reader is confused, fernando is even more confused, miscommunication, cursing, a bit angsty, hurt/comfort, soft smut (almost not there), happy ending, not beta read
Relationship: Fernando Alonso x Reader
Note: I'm honestly not 100% sure about this story, a had another ending planned but I wanted it to be HEA. I don't know. :(
I'm sorry if it's rushed or full of mistakes. Feedback and opinions are appreciated xx
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It was supposed to be just a pause in your studies. Something quick since your brain was already mushy from studying and writing your research for too long.
So when you picked up your phone, to aimlessly scroll through social media, you didnât expect to see a new, sudden rush of comments on your instagram page. There were thousands of comments in your last post, calling you a gold digger, and much, much worse. Ever since you started dating Fernando, you had been getting these comments, and in the beginning they were worse but slowed down with time. Now they were on a new high again. Confused more than anything, you went on to try and find out what happened for this to happen all of a sudden. You and Fernando hadnât gone out together for more than two weeks and you hadnât been to a race week for a month.
After digging you eventually found out what happened. Deuxmoi posted something that made everyone quickly think it was you.
A lady whoâs 12 years younger than her famous Spanish Formula One driver boyfriend, is known for being with him for his money. Many tried to warn him, but it seems like he doesnât believe or doesnât care.
Confused, you stared at the post, scrolling through hundreds of nasty, poisonous comments. That wasnât true. Fernando did give you lots of presents and spoiled you a lot but he did this out of his own want, not because you asked for or demanded it. He was constantly giving you things, especially clothes, shoes and bags, and loved seeing you wearing them. He also gave you an Aston Martin car on your last birthday. He even went as far as getting you a credit card attached to his, for whenever you needed to buy books or go on a shopping spree. You never minded it because you knew he liked it, instead of refusing you were just grateful for his generosity.
You wondered if you should talk about it with him, but deep down you knew Fernando was never one to care for gossip of any kind. And this probably wasnât even true to begin with, just someone trying to stir the pot. So you just limited the comments in your posts and went on about your day.
A week later you went to the race, it was Silverstone, and the last before summer break. You decided to dress your best, wearing clothes that were pretty and elegant and had been given to you by Fernando.
He always treated you like a princess, he was kind and patient, and always found a way to align your schedules to spend time together. He liked taking you on trips during summer break and to ski trips during winter break. Fernando adored having you around in race weeks, you could see in his face that he was radiant with your presence. And you loved all the gifts and the trips but you especially loved staying home with him, lazing around, making love on the sofa and taking walks hand in hand in his hometown. You loved helping him cook, trying your best to follow his orders and not mess up his recipes.Â
You walked into the paddock hand in hand, and you kept him company whenever you could. He would keep you around the most, only letting you go when he had meetings or media duties. During that time, you would go back to his room and do a little more of your research, writing your thesis.
You left his room so you could grab a snack and a coffee at the hospitality, but as you passed by a hallway, you heard someone saying your name in conversation. You stopped, leaning against the wall to hear, with a glance, you saw two mechanics talking.
âSeems like everyone tried to warn him, man. But itâs like he doesnât mind dating a gold digger.â
âIs she a gold digger, really?â
âMan, she doesnât do anything! She doesn't even work.â
âHas anyone warned Fernando?â
âEveryone.â
You went back inside his driverâs room, sitting down, completely shocked. So thatâs what people thought of you? You knew people on the internet talked about it, but they were strangers so you wouldnât allow yourself to mind because those people didnât know you. But the people in the garage? Theyâve known you for almost two years now, you were always kind and polite to them, even going as far as bringing them cookies and donuts as thank you for welcoming you so well.
You avoided crying, it would ruin your makeup, and Fernando would notice it very quickly. So you just sat there, numb. Thinking about how everyone believed you were with Fernando because of his money and nothing else.
When Fernando found you again, before he had to go get ready for the race, he noticed you were a little down.
âYou should not study so hard on the weekends, princesa.â He muttered, hugging you from behind and leaving a gentle kiss to your neck. Of course, he would think you were just tired.
âYou are absolutely right, mi amor,â you smiled a little, turning around so you could hug him properly, âdo you have time for a little kiss?â
âEven two,â he joked.
You ended up sitting on his lap, making out like two teenagers, until someone knocked on the door, calling Fernando to go get ready.
âHey, good luck, yeah?â You said, kissing him one more time then kissing the back of his hand, âI love you.â
You watched the race from the garage, feeling self conscious now that it seemed like everyone thought you were leeching off of Fernando.
In the end, Fernando got P3 which was a great result and you celebrated wildly, proudly watching him get on the podium.
After his post race meetings, you met him in his room.
âLetâs go out to celebrate! Dinner is on me!â You hugged him, mood better now than before.
You and him ended up going out for dinner, at a high end restaurant, dressed to the nines. It was fun, you listened to Fernando talking about the race, then he asked you what you thought about the race.
Before dessert, you went into the bathroom to retouch your makeup and freshen up. When you came back, your tiramisu was already there. You and Fernando shared the dessert, laughing to each other.
When the waitress came, you picked the opportunity.
âDear, can we get the tab please?â
âItâs already taken care of, Madam.â
Your smile faltered, and you looked at Fernando as she left. He was smiling like he couldnât hold it in.
âFernando! I said dinner was on me!â
âWhy would I let you pay, princesa?â
âBecause you got a podium today! As a celebration!â You whined, upset. Fernando pulled your chair, until you were right beside him and he kissed your cheek.
âI like paying for you, Hermosa,â Fernando stood up, offering you a hand, âcome on, you can treat me right in our hotel room, what about that?â
You smiled as he pulled you away, but something still nagged at your brain.
You and Fernando took the private plane back to Madrid after the date, because he had sponsor meetings over the week, and you honestly wanted to sleep in your bed. The trip was quick, and while Fernando took a nap, you tried studying, but your mind kept going back to being called a gold digger.
Deep down, you really wanted to talk to Fernando about it, but you were unsure if he could fix this in any way. What could he do? Make a post on instagram saying hey, my girlfriend isnât leeching off of me as most you think!? You did live with Fernando, for six months now, and he paid all the bills and the house was his. But he also gave you many many gifts.
When you got home, putting your bags inside the closet, you two just changed into sleepwear, ready to doze off.
Then Fernando opened his bag and grabbed a small box.
âOh, I had forgotten! Got you a present last week in Austria!â
He handed you the box, and with your heart beating fast, you opened it to a beautiful vintage watch. It was gold, delicate with a beautiful bracelet. There was a lump in your throat as you stared at the piece.
âYou didnât like it? Itâs ok, princesa, Iâll get you another one,â he said, with a gentle smile.
âI donât need another watch, Nando. You gave me this one not even a month ago,â you raised your wrist, showing him the brand new one he gave you.
âI want to give it to you. It doesnât matter,â he shrugged.
âAnd I donât want it,â god, you didnât want to sound so ungrateful, but how could you tell him that his presents felt like something else now? âYou have to stop giving me so many presents,â you said, trying to put into words what you were feeling.
âBut thatâs how I won you over, why would you refuse my presents now?â
Something about the nonchalance in his voice made you stop, stomach dropping. Thatâs how I won you over? Thatâs how he believed your relationship came to be? Thatâs why he thought you were together?
âWhat did you say?â You paused, suddenly turning to him, it felt like a punch to the throat, âYou- you believe Iâm a gold digger? You believe it?â
Fernando walked up to you, putting both hands on your waist, a soft smile gracing his face.
âAmor, you know I donât mind spending my money on you. Quite the opposite, I love to spoil you.â
You stood there, speechless for a couple of seconds. Then you snapped out of it, pushing his hands off you.
âThatâs not what I asked!â Your voice sounded louder, you tried to regain your composure, âpeople talk a lot, the press too, but you know the truth, right?!â
âIâm a rich man, I like providing you with the luxurious lifestyle you lead. I donât care that you enjoy my money.â
His words made it so much worse. It made you nauseous, the idea that all this time, heâs been thinking of you as a gold digger, as someone whoâs only with him for his money and for what he could provide for you.
âNo, Fernando- no!â Your voice wavered, âthatâs not true! I love you, you know that right?â
âWhy are you so caught up in some silly rumor?
âYou know right? You know I love you.â You pressed further waiting for an answer. Hoping against hope that he knew it deep down, that he could acknowledge that you harbored love for him.
âAmor, we have such a great dynamic like this. I donât need your love, just your loyalty and for you to be my pretty girl.â
He was so calm and reassuring, like he had made peace with the fact that you didnât love him. Like he wasnât bothered at all by the fact that you were supposedly a gold digger. His dismissal broke something inside you.
âSo you donât- you donât believe I love you?â
You felt pathetic and helpless, repeating the same words again and again, hoping and praying for a different answer from Fernando.
âCome on, Iâm really tired, can we go to sleep?
âFernando.â
âIâm going to wait for you in bed,â was all he said, dismissing you completely.
You walked out of the room at the same time he went into the bathroom, you held your head up until you softly closed the door behind you, then finally the tears spilled. You went to the bathroom downstairs, the farthest you could go away from him as the sobs broke from your throat violently.
Sliding down on the floor you wondered if everything was lie. You knew it wasnât but the fact that he thought you were only there for the money was completely wrong. How long had he been thinking that? How many times had he heard you say âI love youâ and thought it wasnât true? You didnât even know what to do or what to feel. How could you feel if this whole time while you were pouring your heart into this relationship he thought you were just leeching off of him? How can you love someone so deeply and still live with the fact they think of you as a freeloader? Did he joke with his friends like yeah, sheâs a gold digger but at least sheâs loyal and fucks me well?Â
Your chest hurt and you felt repulsive, making your way to the living room, opening a bottle of his whiskey, not bothering with a glass, just sipping it straight from the bottle.
What could you do now? Talk to him? Tell him youâre not with him for his money? After two whole years accepting his every gift with open arms? After getting a fortune worth of presents? After letting him pay for your books, textbooks, new laptop? After letting him pay for dates, trips, clothes, accessories, shoes and jewelry?
You hated yourself for it now. For taking it just because you thought it was his love language, not because deep down he was trying to keep you, buying your affection.
After spending the whole night awake, nursing a bottle and with only your repulsive thoughts as company, you watched as the sun rose from the big living room window.
It was time to fix it.
Fernando was an early riser almost every morning, so after the sun fully rose in the sky, you went in the kitchen and prepared coffee, to cut the effect of the alcohol. You werenât drunk, really.
âMorning, bebĂ©! You woke up earlier than me today?â He said, passing you with a kiss to your cheek, then going to the cabinet for a mug. He was so unbothered by your argument last night it was pissing you off.
âI didnât sleep.â
He paused, looking at your face.
âWe should talk.â You readied yourself. Fernando stopped in front of you, attentive. âIâve been hearing a lot this past week that Iâm a gold digger, this has been making me feel some kind of way, and I wanted to address this with you. Last night you were tired and we probably misunderstood each otherâŠâ
âWhere are you going with this, corazĂłn?â He asked, confused.
âIâm not with you for your money, Fernando. Do you understand that?â
He stood silent, which only made you feel worse.
âI want you to stop giving me presents without a proper occasion. And I want you to stop paying stuff for me. And weâre going to share house bills.â You laid it all out, after thinking hard all throughout the night.
âWhat are you talking about? No, I donât accept it.â He frowned, âthat wasnât the deal when we moved in together.â
âBecause I didnât know everything back then. I donât want to feel like Iâm taking advantage of you, and I donât live at your cost like this.â
âNo, Y/N.â He took a step back, shaking his head as if you had said the most stupid thing he had ever heard.
âIâm serious, Fernando.â
âNo, Iâm not negotiating this. I pay for everything. Thatâs how itâs been and thatâs how it will be.â
âI just want to show you that Iâm not with you for the money! Iâm not what theyâre calling me! No more presents, Fernando.â
âYou took them.â
âBecause I thought you wanted me to have them!â
âI wanted you to have them so you would want to stay with me!â
You gasped, hearing it from his mouth finally. The tears finally started flowing, and you swallowed, trying to keep your voice steady even with the tempest happening inside your chest, staining the beautiful story of your relationship. Well, what you thought was a beautiful relationship.
âYouâre just like them, right?â You said, defeated, âyou think of me as a gold digging whore. You probably never defended me when they called me that.â
âI gave you all this stuff because I didnât want you to leave!â
âIt was never about the fucking money! And guess what? You lost me anyway!â You marched to the bedroom, Fernando hot on your heels.
âDonât. Donât leave.â He said, following you. âI did everything for you to never leave!â
âEverything but loving me! I donât fucking care!â You unlatched your necklace, putting it on the table, âI donât care about your money and the jewelry and the clothes and the bags!â You put down your watch and earrings too. Everything he had given you not because he wanted you or loved you, but because he thought they were the price to pay to keep you around.
âFuck, I love you!â You shouted, feeling desperate and lost, âAnd all you see me as is something you paid for. A toy you can parade around and look pretty in your arm! You donât even love me, Fernando. I could write a list about everything I love about you, and none of it would be your stupid money!â
In the closet, you picked a bag, and started putting your clothes inside. Then you noticed how most of them were gifts from him. So you put it back, taking only what you had bought yourself. Fernando stood there, helpless as you packed, putting clothes and a few shoes in a couple of baggage. You also took your study material and laptop, which he had gifted you, but you knew youâd refund him.
âStop, no,â Fernando tried to stop you as went into the garage, âI do, I love you.â
âYou donât, Fernando. Youâre not even sure of that.â You shook your head, putting the bags inside the car. The Aston Martin he had given you, âyou have to think. If you really love me as you say, then why do you love me? Because Iâm eye candy you can take to galas? Because Iâm a good fuck? Because I stand there and look pretty when you have to kiss those old menâs asses?â
You didnât give him a second, getting in the car and starting the engine.
âThis is so messed up, oh my god, how could I let myself believe this for two entire years?â You whispered to yourself, accelerating the car and driving off.Â
Through the rear view, you could see Fernando standing there, doing nothing.
You drove and wiped the tears away, breathing in. When you moved in with Fernando, you hadnât been able to get out of the lease of your flat because you still had a few months on your renting contract. Now it felt like luck that you had a place to stay. Despite getting your doctorate degree, you didnât have any friends in the city, only a few acquaintances here and there.
You got to the apartament, not bothering to unpack your bags, only leaving it on the bedroom floor. You took your study material and with your phone in hand, you sent Fernando via transfer a total 4000 euros, for what you hoped covered the âlaptop and books expensesâ as you wrote in the little note.
Then you laid on the bed, crying yourself to sleep.
You woke up and it was getting dark, the sun setting outside. Checking your phone, there were fourteen missed calls from Fernando, and a notification, showing that he had returned the money to you, with additional 30000 euros and only ânoâ written on the little note. Huffing, you sent the whole amount back and blocked him, so he couldnât transfer any more money to you.
He still had not realized what was wrong, he was still thinking money was your motivation.
The next few days felt like a haze, you were barely getting any sleep, only eating and writing your research, which ultimately reminded you of Fernando, since it was a study on aerodynamics. You couldnât lie to yourself, thinking of how many times you stared at the door, waiting and hoping he would understand and come after you.
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Fernando had work commitments in England, and going back to Madrid, he ended up giving George and his girlfriend a lift. Fernando was visibly not himself as soon as George saw him.
âHowâs Y/N doing?â George asked, casually. But from the way Fernandoâs face dropped, he could tell something was wrong, âtrouble with the missus?â He joked, tried to lighten the mood.
âShe- uh, she left.â Fernando muttered.
âWhat do you mean, she left?â Carmen joined the conversation, âSheâs traveling?â
âNo- no- I guess we broke up.â
âYou guess?!â Georgeâs voice went a little high pitched out of nervousness.
âFernando, what happened?â Carmen tried to understand.Â
Despite not being exactly best friends, you and her were pretty close, always spending time together whenever both of you were on race weekends. The fact that youâre both engaged academics was also a common topic between you.
âYou know about the rumors, right?â Fernando started, hesitating.
âWhat rumors?â George paused.
âThat sheâs only with me for the money,â Fernando muttered.
âAll girlfriends of drivers are accused of that at some point, whatâs new?â George pushed.
âI might have implied that I agree with that.â
âOh, my god,â Carmen covered her mouth, absolutely shocked, âWhat?â
âFernando, respectfully- Are you fucking insane?!â George exclaimed, jaw slack, âshe looks at you all lovey-dovey, like- like- youâre the only person in the entire earth and you think sheâs with you for the money?â
âShe would never be like that! Sheâs so smart and kind,â Carmen added.
âI know- I just- I donât know! Maybe I let the rumors get to my head!â he ran both hands over his face, exasperated, âAnd she always lets me pay, and she always takes the presents, I donât know!â
Then, Fernando explained about how you tried to pay for dinner, and you refused his gift, he told them about the argument and how you wanted to set boundaries about money and gifts.
âShe was trying to prove to you that sheâs not a freeloader. She was trying to show that the money didnât matter, and what did you do? You pushed more money on her!â George practically spat the words in Fernandoâs face.
âEres muy estĂșpido, Fernando. Te lo digo como tu amiga.â Carmen muttered.
âI donât know what she said but I heard the word stupid, and I agree.â George backed her up, âGo talk to her, apologize and fix it.â
âThat is,â Carmen interrupted, face serious, âIf you really love her. Otherwise, better let her go find someone who can really love her, itâs what she deserves. Love and happiness.â
Fernando swallowed, his chest constricting with the mere thought of you moving on, of someone else having you in their arms.
Getting back home without you there felt like a thick fog day, cold and empty and he missed you, he missed his sun. He missed you jumping into his arms as soon as he opened the door. He missed the smell of the candles you always lit while studying. He even missed the little mess of textbooks, colorful highlighters and notes scattered around.
Home didnât feel like home without you.
In the middle of the living room, there were big cardboard boxes, as he opened, he noticed they were full of clothes, shoes and bags he had gifted you throughout your relationship. In a smaller box, all the jewelry he had given you, even anniversary gifts. Even the beauty products he had given you like perfumes, makeup products, and face creams.
You had returned every single thing.
And on the coffee table, your keys to the house and the keys of your Aston Martin DB12.
It seemed like you had returned everything that could tie you to him, everything that made him wrongly call you a gold digger. And it felt painfully like a goodbye.
-
While mixing your homemade coffee, your eyes flicked to the door, then to your phone on the table, facing up. Despite the searing pain in your chest, and the sorrowful hole in your heart, maybe it was time to start to move on. It had been more than a week, if he wanted to come back to you, he wouldâve come by now.
You got ready to meet with your advisor, and she brought up a topic that had been common now, about you taking a position as a professor for a couple of Engineering subjects. She said itâd be good for you to work in your area while on the last few months before getting your doctorate degree. You had mostly denied the other times she offered the position, because you wanted more time with Fernando, because you wanted the freedom to fly around the world following him to his races.
Now- now you had more bills to pay and no boyfriend to follow. You also had more free time, a broken heart and a vacant mind.Â
âIâm considering the position. I believe it could do me good right now.â You said to her, thoughtful, âcan I confirm with you tomorrow?â
After going through the meeting and getting a review on your thesis, you went back to your flat, taking a long shower. You had just dressed in pajamas when the doorbell rang. With long strides, you were faced with Carmen, and not Fernando as you expected.
âFrom your face I take it he hasnât spoken to you, yes?â Carmen muttered, seeing the visible disappointment in your face.
âIâm sorry, please come in,â you opened the door wider, forcing a smile. Carmen had a couple of bags that she set on a nearby table.
âHe told us what happened, Iâm so sorry,â Carmen hugged you and you immediately started crying, since you had no one to talk about the past few days, âI brought chocolates and wine, so we can talk.â
Over chocolates and a bottle of Merlot, you told her everything, starting at the deuxmoi rumor. She looked horrified when you said word for word what had transpired the last time you spoke with him.
âI just donât understand why he didnât come talk to you yet,â Carmen added, at some point.
âBecause he wonât, at all.â You say with your voice shaky from crying so much the past hour.
âDonât say that. He loves you.â Carmen said.
âIâm not entirely sure about that,â you shrugged, pretending it didnât hurt as much as it did, âHeâll find another one, someone who can enjoy his money since it seems like itâs all that matters to him.â
Carmen didnât say anything to that and you knew she couldnât argue with the facts. Later, George dropped by to get her, going up to your flat so he could hug you quickly and mutter âIâm sorryâ.
With a heavy heart, you slowly rebuild a healthy routine again, doing grocery shopping, cooking meals, going to the gym, studying and everything.
One day, you went back home after going on a shopping spree, and as you got into the hall, Fernando was there, standing in your hall, waiting by the door. You stopped, almost losing the timing to leave the elevator. When you walked closer, he noticed you. Meeting his eyes was different this time, uncertain and a little distant.
âWhat do you want?â You asked, you hoped your voice would come out harsh, but it only sounded defeated.
âCan we talk?â He asked, and you nodded, opening the door and letting him in.
There was a moment of awkward silence as you put the shopping bags down. After doing that, you crossed your arms and stood against a side table, waiting quietly.
âIâm sorry. Iâm really sorry, for not fully believing your love, I guess I was so focused in protecting myself, that I ended up hurting you, and it was never my intention,â Fernando stood just two steps away from you, his eyes holding such pain and fear, that it made you crumble, he didnât look like heâd been sleeping well, âI love you, I really do. For who you are and nothing else.â
You wanted to give in so bad, you wanted to run into his arms and never let go, but you also didnât want to suffer again.
âHow do you know? You never knew that for two years, how would you know it now?â You shook your head, tears starting to fill your eyes again.
âBecause it is hard being without you,â he said, like he was trying to find the right words, âI canât sleep without you. My life is miserable without you around.â
You only nodded, covering your lips with a hand. You wanted to tell him that you had not gotten proper sleep without him, that your life feels empty, that not knowing about him everyday was painful. But you needed more. You needed something you could hold onto, and maybe, just maybe take another chance at the two of you.
âI- I made a list. Like you said,â his voice failed, and you noticed his hand was shaking a little as he held the paper, âI love you. I love coming home to you every time and feel our house so lived in. I love how you always hug me first thing after Iâm back home. I love the silly texts you send me randomly throughout the day talking about your day. I love the selfies with your tongue out too,â that made you two chuckle, and the movement made your tears fall, so you wiped them, staring at him intently, âI love that youâre always the smartest person in any room weâre in. I love that youâre humble, never showing off or being a smartass. I love how cheeky and witty you are. I love that you talk in your sleep. I love that scar in your knee, because it shows you were always a little naughty, even as a kid. I love that thereâs always fresh flowers at home. I love that you love kids. I love that you get along well with my family. I love that you-â
He didnât finish, as you closed the distance and launched yourself at him, hugging him tight. Fernando held you close, pressing you into him, inhaling your perfume, feeling like he was at home again.
âIâm so sorry, princesa. So so sorry. I missed you so much,â he whispered against your cheek, kissing it softly.
âI missed you too, Nandoâ you said, eyes closed and allowing yourself to just feel him again, âI love you so much.â
You let go, holding his face with both hands, looking into his eyes before kissing him softly. He, on the other hand, held the back of your neck firmly, licking your mouth open, until he had tasted your mouth, leaving you breathless.
âCome back home with me, princesa.â
At that, you took a step back.
âI- I canât, Nando. I got a new job at the university.â
âWhat?â
âI thought you werenât coming back to me,â you muttered, and your words made him wince, âI needed something to hold on to.â
âIâm sorry, Iâm so sorryâ he ran a hand over his face, looking embarrassed for taking so long to come after you.
âI believe we should- we should take a step back, rethink a bit about our dynamic,â you told him, hesitant of his reaction.
âAre you unsure about us?â He asked, visibly worried.
âNo, no- I love you- I do-â You started, taking his hand, holding it firmly against yours, âI just think we should rewind a bit. Have my own place and pay my own bills, I just donât want to feel like that again, I need to regain my dignity in this.â
He kept quiet, because he knew deep down you were right. He felt awful about all the misunderstandings, but he knew you probably felt much, much worse. He should just get on his knees and be thankful you still loved him and still wanted him. Heâd take all your conditions to get back with him.
And deep down both of you knew it was for the best. Moving out and living alone, working and seeing him occasionally as a boyfriend.Â
Holding your face, he kissed you, leaving little pecks on your lips, your cheeks, your chin, your forehead. You closed your eyes, letting him kiss you, and he muttered how much loved you and how much he missed you, kissing down the side of your neck. He walked you inside and let him, feeling his hands quickly peeling your clothes off, leaving a trail of clothes from the living room to your bedroom.
You parted so you could undress him, pulling at his jacket and the t-shirt.
âI love you, I love you so much,â he mumbled into a kiss, laying you down in bed.
You laid on the bed and he hugged him, making space for him between your legs. He held you, touching your nose with his gently.
âI missed you, princesa,â he kissed your cheek, âI promise Iâll do better from now on.â
âI know you will, baby.â You kissed him again, running your hand down his back, âmake love to me now.â
He filled you up at once, and you groaned into his mouth, scratching your nails down his back as you cunt welcomed him. As he fucked into you, slowly at first then picking up pace, he muttered how much he loved you and how sorry he was, over and over.
As you cuddled after, quietly enjoying each otherâs company.Â
âWhat do we do about all your gifts?â
âGive them away,â you shrugged.
âCan I convince you to take it back?â
âNot if you still want me in your life,â you muttered. He nodded, placing a gentle kiss on your shoulder.
âYou know how I know I love you?â Fernando asked, drawing invisible patterns on your back, âthereâs an engagement ring in the third drawer of my bedside table.â
You hesitated for a second, but he knew you well. Better than anyone else.
âI know what you said, I just wanted to let you know. I bought it a week after you moved in with me. I know weâre rewinding a little bit for now, but youâll be my wife one day.â
âAnd what if I refuse when you propose?â You smirked, and he pulled your leg over his waist.
âYou wonât.â
Note: UGH IDK GUYS :(
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Doctor's In - Part 6
Summary: Your relationship with Wanda is put to the test when someone from her past stops by.
Wanda Maximoff x F!R
Youâre an adult. Youâre an adult.
You have to tell yourself over and over again, because itâs been forever since youâve been to the movies and the popcorn smells delicious, the candy assorment is incredible and you want to buy it all.
âCan we get nachos too?â Tommy says and your mouth waters.
âOh my God, nachosâ
By the time you join Billy and Wanda at the theater, youâre carrying two buckets of popcorn, four sodas, nachos and gummies.
âYou are never getting the food for movie night againâ Wanda glares, thinking about the sugar high sheâll have to deal with if the twins actually eat everything.
âBabe, itâs ok. Iâll eat everything before the kids canâ you joke. Wanda rolls her eyes and you keep your promise, checking that theyâre not gulfing down everything before the movie starts.
Ever since you told the kids about you two, youâve tried to make time for at least one family day as you call it, every week. So, today they wanted to see Inside Out 2 (after making you watch the first one) and you were happy to comply.
Wanda has to stop herself from laughing at the way you react to the movie. You make the same faces and noises as her two children, laughing especially hard at the scene where Anger attacks Pouchy.
âIâm so fullâ Billy complains.
âMe tooâ Tommy says.
âMe threeâ you join, making them laugh.
âWhose fault is that?â Wanda says, playfully pinching your side and you smile.
âSorry, love. Next time weâll just get the popcornâ
Walking around the mall, you decide to take them to the arcade so they can exhaust themselves playing.
âNothing with gunsâ Wanda warns in her stern mom voice.
âCome on, you two against me on foosballâ you challenge, a hand behind your back to make it seem like itâs the easiest thing in the world to play against them. Still, you tie and on the last ball, youâre about to score when you feel Wandaâs hands on your face, making you turn to kiss her.
Her lips are soft and she looks so gorgeous, you melt against the contact, forgetting the game.
âNot fairâ you say when you realise you lost the last point. Wanda laughs against your lips when you kiss her again, while the boys go play air hockey.
Once theyâve spent enough time exhausting themselves, you decide to head back home.
âTeeth and pajamasâ Wanda says to the kids as they go up the stairs.
âWhat about me?â you follow her to the kitchen, cornering her against the counter. âCan I get a little sweet treat before bed?â
âAnd what would that sweet treat be?â
âYouâ
Wandaâs eyes darken, remembering how you ate her out right in this spot a few weeks ago.
âBut you were a bit naughty, getting all that candyâ she teases, turning her face when you lean forward to kiss her. âYouâve had enough sweets for the day, donât want you getting cavitiesâ
âJust one more, I promiseâ you plead, hand going behind her to cup her ass through her jeans.
She finally gives in to your advances, initiating a sensual kiss that makes you weak in the knees.
âMom, I was ready for bed first!â Tommy shouts from upstairs, because theyâre always making it a competition.
âDo they happen to go to summer camp? Winter camp? Anything camp?â you joke as she breaks the kiss, laughing.
âCome onâ she leads you upstairs, where you usually lean against the doorway as Wanda tucks them in.
There, you see with adoration as Wanda makes sure theyâre all set for the night, kissing their foreheads and whispering something in Sokovian. You know by the sounds of the room that sometimes they stay up after that, but theyâre just talking to each other while they feel tired enough to sleep.
Once youâre at Wandaâs room, you sit in her bed, because the favorite part of this little routine is watching her while sheâs in front of the mirror of her dresser. First, she takes off her jewelry, then the very light makeup she usually has and at the end, Wanda applies some skincare product because she insists there are wrinkles around her eyes that make her feel old. Even if she doesnât tell you, Wanda enjoys how you take in every little movement she makes, and the look of complete love in your face.
âThink theyâll ever want their own rooms? Or not want to share as much as they do now?â
âMaybe when theyâre teenagers. I remember Pietro and I just started to talk to more people and make other friends in high school. But he was still my best friend, at the end of the day. I think heâs the only person that knows everything about meâ
âEverything?â you repeat, enjoying how Wanda moves over to your lap as soon as she finishes with her makeup. âDoes he know about me?â
âYeah, I knew the boys would tell him if I didnâtâ she laughs and you smile, kissing her neck. âHad to convince him to not book the first flight here, because he wanted to come and give you the shovel talkâ
âBring itâ
âMaybe later. I donât want him to scare you off, babyâ
âNothing can and nothing willâ you promise, carrying her so sheâs laying in bed. You smile, enjoying how beautiful she looks. âNow, about that sweet treatâ
â
Lazy Sundays are a thing that you recently discovered, and they have become your favorite.
It usually starts with waking up next to Wanda, cuddled up in bed, sharing kisses until you hear the unmistakable noise of small footsteps trying to get some morning cookies.
Then, you wake up, and play with the kids for a little, while Wanda makes breakfast. You always clean up, making sure she doesnât do anything more than strictly necessary.
This morning is no different, and youâre excited because the plan for today is drive to the Natural History Museum. You canât wait for the kids to see all the cool fossils.
âDarling, can you go to the car and check if I left my charger there? My phoneâs deadâ
âSure, babyâ you smile, giving her a playful smack on the butt as you walk to the door.
Youâre still yawning, rubbing the sleep off your eyes while you step outside. You hear a motorcycle and perk up, wondering if itâs a certain someone you know. But whoever is driving parks right outside of Wandaâs driveway, and a man with short blonde hair and blue eyes gets off, carrying a duffel bag.
âOh, sorry. I must have the wrong houseâ he says as you walk out the door.
âWho are you looking for?â
âWanda Maximoffâ
âNo, youâre in the right place. Can I help you?â you say, your heart beating fast. This man is definitely not Pietro, as youâve seen him in pictures before.
âSteve? Oh, my God!â you hear Wanda shout behind you and she runs past you, right into his arms. Youâre taken aback by her excitement over someone whose name youâve never even heard.
âUncle Steve!â the kids join, and he stops spinning Wanda in the air (like out of a fucking romcom) and goes to greet the kids. You stan there, feeling uncomfortable until Wanda asks him to step inside and sees you.
âOh, pardon my manners. Steve, this is Y/Nâ
Not my girlfriend, but Y/N.
Right.
âNice to meet youâ
âCaptain Steve Rogersâ he says, making sure you know he is a captain.
Oh, big man with a big title. Asshole.
âDoctor Y/N Y/L/Nâ you hit back.
âWe grew up together. Well, he was a few years older than us, but the Rogers were so nice and welcoming when we first moved to the USâ Wanda says, practically giving the man heart eyes. âAnd now, well, heâs in the army so we donât see each other as muchâ
âHad a couple of days off, thought Iâd stop by. Iâm sorry, I didnât know you had companyâ he eyes you curiously and then to Wanda. âIâll find a place to stayâ
âNone of that, youâre staying with us. Y/N lives across the streetâ
âYeah, I doâ you nod. âWe were just going to the museum todayâ
âOn such a nice day? We could go and play some baseballâ he says, and you have to resist the urge to punch him in his very defined jaw.
But the twins agree and Wanda is quick to follow suit, so you just smile politely.
âCome on, I want to hear everythingâ Wanda pulls him inside, her arm around his.
You look back to your place and sigh.
âWhateverâ you mutter, going back to your own house.
Wanda doesnât even notice until they are getting ready to leave for their baseball game.
âArenât you coming?â she asks as soon as you open the door.
âNo, Iâm more of an indoors type of person. Have fun, catch up with your friendâ
âYouâre still having dinner with us, right?â
âSureâ you say, knowing full well youâll run to the hospital under the excuse of an emergency at the last minute.
âEverything ok? I didnât mean to⊠ignore you back there. I was just so surprised about Steveâ
âItâs fineâ you lie.
âOk. I love youâ she stands on her toes to kiss you and you smile, appreciating how the words sooth your heart in spite of everything.
Youâre restless, so you run to the gym and spend a good hour just listening to music and working out. By the time youâre back, completely exhausted, thereâs another god damn bike on your driveway.
âWhere the hell have you been?â Carol says as soon as you step on to your house.
âWow, whatâs gotten into you?â
âI have a lesbian emergency. And youâre the only other lesbian I trust enough!â she hisses, looking like a mad woman.
âOk, chill, will ya? Let me take a shower and weâll talk about itâ
âMaria wants kidsâ Carol blurts out, following you upstairs.
âOk, so?â
âSo! Itâs too soonâ
âYouâve been dating since med school. By gay standards thatâs like a good ten years of marriage, Carolâ youâre about to step into the room to shower when you turn around. âCan I help you?â
âIâve been to your room!â
âWhen we were fuck buddies. Now youâre engaged and I have a girlfriend, so wait downstairs for meâ you say, because thereâs no way in hell youâre letting her in just like that. You know Wanda would be upset about it.
âYouâre meanâ
âAnd you are a baby, Danversâ you stick your tongue out, closing the door to shower.
When you go downstairs, thereâs Chinese food waiting and a couple of beers.
âIâm stress eatingâ she explains. You nod, taking out the food to the porch where you can enjoy the cool breeze. âWhose bike is that?â
âA friend of Wandaâsâ
âDo I detect a hint of jealousy?â
âSo, Maria wants to have kids?â you retort, making her groan. âCome on, this canât be a surprise to you. Unless she recently changed her mindâ
âItâs not about having them, itâs about whenâ she says, playing with her food. âWe agreed weâd get married, travel for a bit. Have a life outside of work and then think about kids. But she left, and we broke it off for a whileâ
âSo, youâre worried itâs too soon because of the time apartâ
âIâm angryâ Carol says and it seems like it takes an enormous amount of effort to even admit it. âI stayed, I didnât change our plans together. And now, she came back and wants to change things again. It doesnât seem fair that Maria is calling all the shotsâ
âDid you tell her that?â you take a sip of your beer, enjoying the taste. Youâve only had wine for the last couple of weeks.
âI just said Iâd think about itâ Carol admits. âAnd then I ran hereâ
âI seeâ you nod, taking a breath before asking something youâve thought in the past. âAre you afraid youâll be a bad parent?â
âYesâ Carol answers immediately.
Youâve seen so many surgeons struggle to keep up with their personal life while doing their job. Hell, even Stark and Pepper had their rough patch when Morgan was a baby.
âI think youâd be a great mom, Carolâ you admit, knowing how good she is with kids. âMaybe you can compromise on the timeline. Like at least have a wedding even if itâs small and a honeymoon. Because once a baby comes, itâs gonna be your job 24/7â
âSpeaking from experience with two kids?â she wiggles her eyebrows and you chuckle. âWanna tell me about the friend?ïżœïżœ
âHe showed up unannounced and Wanda acted like this⊠teenager with a crush. Oh, and get this, I wasnât introduced as her girlfriend, she only used my nameâ
âThatâs kinda annoying. Very Iâm still in the closet vibesâ
âHer brother knows about us, thoughâ you say. Unless that was a lie.
âWell, you should tell her itâs bothering you. Iâve seen you make so many changes to your life for her, Y/N. You take time off and help her, and that speaks volumes about youâ
âMaybe I moved foo fastâ you think, sipping your beer.
âYou are a lesbianâ she points out and you both laugh.
For the next hour, you keep talking about work and other stuff, until you see Wandaâs car approaching. Youâre hit with a pang of jealousy when you see Steve driving, and opening the car door for Wanda.
âDude is buffâ Carol comments, and she whistles. âYeap, I see what you meanâ
Wanda barely looks at your place, and she only pays attention when she catches up to Carol sitting next to you.
âThatâs my cue to go. Good luckâ Carol says, taking her jacket.
âDrive safelyâ you say. âOr maybe take a cab?â
âI only had half a beer. See ya, princessâ Carol says loud enough for Wanda to hear. Your girlfriend glares at her retreating figure and then looks at you.
âIs that why you didnât want to come with us?â
âI didnât even know Carol was going to come, Wanda. She needed some relationship adviceâ you say, standing up to pick up the trash. âAnd Iâm not the one who cancelled our plans to hang with a total stranger. You know I only get one Sunday off every three weeks and I worked extra hours to be with you for the weekendâ
âSteve isnât a strangerâ
It annoys you that she ignores your comment about the time off you work hard to get. To spend time together, no less.
âHe is to meâ
âYouâre right. Just come over and meet him? I promise you once you do everything will be fineâ
âSureâ you say. Thatâs the last thing you want to do, but you feel the tension between you and Wanda, and if you say no to dinner or skip at the last minute how you had originally planned, youâll get into a fight.
You can get through one dinner, right?
As soon as you walk in to Wandaâs home, you wish you had just faked a work emergency.
Steve is playing with Billy and Tommy, clearly not understanding how the control of the console works.
âDragons are kinda lameâ he jokes. Or not, who knows.
âSpyro isnât lameâ Billy says and you smile proudly. Thatâs your boy.
âHeyâ the man greets you as you walk to the kitchen to find Wanda. âYour friend has a nice bike. Too bad she drinks and drivesâ
You give him a dirty look from across the room, figuring itâs better to ignore him.
âDo you drink and drive too?â he asks, and now youâre certain you will kick his ass.
âOh, so glad youâre hereâ Wanda walks in, carrying a couple of plates. âMind helping me with the salad?â
âSureâ you say, eager to get away from Captain Morality.
Unfortunately, he seems to be in a chatty mood during dinner and you have to resist the urge to ignore him every time he asks a question.
âWhat about your family?â he asks at one point and you think you might break the Hippocratic Oath and stick your fork in his hand.
âWhat about them?â you dodge the question, taking a bite of your chicken.
âYeah, what do your parents do? Any siblings?â
âMy momâs a teacher, my dadâs deadâ you say without any more context.
âSorryâ the man says.
âMaybe we can talk about something elseâ Wanda says, and itâs the first time in all night that sheâs had some consideration towards you. She asks him about another friend of theirs and youâre allowed to eat peacefully, happy that Captain Ass is leaving you alone.
âYou ok?â Tommy says next to you and you smile, nodding. âI really wanted to go to the museumâ
âMe too, buddy. Some other timeâ
When everyoneâs done you do the usual cleaning, starting with washing the dishes.
Wanda joins you in the kitchen a while later, saving leftovers and putting away some of the spices she used.
âEverything ok?â she asks.
âFineâ
âAre you staying over?â
âI have to go to the hospitalâ you lie. Youâre gonna be restless and canât stand the idea of just laying in bed thinking about everything thatâs happened today. You need the rush of work to clear your head.
âWell, Iâm glad you got to know Steve a little better. Heâll only stay for a couple of days before going to visit his parents. Joseph and Sarah are so greatâ
âMhmâ you give a noncomittal groan and she keeps going.
âIt was always so nice for us to spend time with them. And my parents, they just love Steve! My mom always told me we would be great together, but then I met someone else and you know, the twins came alongâ
âWow, thatâs greatâ
âYeah, I always wondered. Maybe we would have been a good coupleâ she keeps going, completely oblivious to how annoyed you are.
âLucky you, heâs here now and seems like heâs ready to pick up were you left offâ
âWhat?âÂ
âI donât know, Wanda. Youâre out here talking about him like heâs Godâs greatest gift to this Earth, how you wonder if your life would be better with him. Go be with him if thatâs what you want. I wonât be the one to stop youâ you finally break, finishing the dishes and drying your hands.
âDo you hear yourself? Youâre being incredibly immatureâ Wanda hisses, looking at the kitchen door, concerned that her friend or her children will listen.
âIâm being honest. How do you think it makes me feel to listen to this?â
âOh, please. Iâm not the one who is all cozy with her exâ she retorts.
âCarol and I work together and you knew about us before you and I started datingâ
âWhat do you want me to do? Kick my friend out because youâre insecure?â
âNo. I want you toâŠâ
I want you to want me.
The words come back to you from a place you thought was buried, and it hits you like a ton of bricks.
A hand covers your mouth, trying to keep the words in, as if youâre not crumbling down. Taking a breath, you try to steady yourself.
âI have to goâ you say, eager to put some distance between you two.
âWaitâ Wanda says, her demeanor completely different. Sheâs never seen you this vulnerable or shaken.
âIâm going to the hospitalâ you avoid her eyes, leaving in a rush.
All you can do is run.
â
Thank God for work. Thereâs so much to do, you spend all night running around and by the time you sit, itâs 5 AM.
âMy feet are killing meâ Carol says; she also came to the hospital to run away from her problems.
âCome on, cheer upâ you say, giving her chocolate and a granola bar.
You sit next to her, both of you staring at the wall, caught up in your own thoughts. When Darcy stops by, she tilts her head, eyeing you curiously.
âGirl trouble?â
You both nod and she sighs, sitting between the two.
âMe tooâ
âYou and who?â Carol says.
âMe. Iâm the problem with myselfâ Darcy says and in spite of yourself, you laugh. âCome on, the doctorâs in. Who wants to go first?â
âWanda has a surprise guest that looks like a model, and it happens to be a dude she grew up with and her parents loved and wanted them to marryâ
âWow. Thatâs awful. Is he staying with her now? Are you worried theyâre gonna bone?â
âI am nowâ you frown.
âOk, good talk!â Darcy says, grimacing. âCarol, wanna go next?â
âNo, thanksâ she says, afraid Darcy will put new worries in her head like she did with you.
Itâs really fucking funny, isnât it? The dude shows up out of nowhere, is passive agressive when Wanda isnât looking, you fight and maybe now sheâs sad and running into his arms.
Perfect.
Your pager releases you from the new horrors and you spring to action, hoping work takes your mind off of everything else.
There are a few accidents on the road due to the heavy rain, so you focus on that and even scrub in with Carol in what Darcy dubs the Gay Denial Club.
âGo to sleepâ Fury says when he catches you drifting off while standing up a few hours later.
âIâm fineâ you lie.
âTake a walk, sleep. If you donât want to go back home now itâs fine. But donât stay here, youâve been at the hospital for too longâ
âOkâ you rub your eyes, feeling hungry and knowing cafeteria food wonât do the trick for now.
The pier is the one place where you can feel at peace right now, so you pick up some food and eat on a bench, looking out the water. When it gets cold, you do something that only happens once a year.
Smoking is so damn bad, but so good when youâre feeling completely done with the world. Right now youâre wondering why you quit.
Someone walks up to you, and you recognise the parfum instantly.
âThatâs bad for youâ Wanda says and you let out a dry laugh.
âSo Iâve heard. What are you doing here?â
âYou werenât at the hospital and I just had a feeling Iâd find you hereâ she says, sitting.
âGood callâ you say, pushing out the smoke away from her.
âIâm sorryâ
âWhat for?â
âThe way I acted. And that thing I said⊠I didnât mean it like that. When I said I sometimes wondered what my life would be like, I didnât mean it as if I wanted it to be different⊠because then I wouldnât have Billy and Tommy and thatâs just simply unconceivable for meâ
âI knowâ you nod, but keep staring at the pier.
âAre you gonna say anything else?â
You shrug your shoulders, debating if itâs worth it to open up about whatâs bothering you.
âMy mom didnât want meâ you finally say, putting out the cigarrette and coughing. You feel the need to light up another one immediately. âI heard her once or twice, saying it would have been easier if it was only her and her new family.â
âThatâs awful. I never meant to make you feel that wayâ she says, trying to reach for your hand, but you move it away.
âI know. In my head, logically, I get what you meant. But all I feel is like a second choice. And I really, really, donât want to feel that, you know? I spent my whole life running from that, and I canât deal with it. I just donât know howâ
âIs there anything I can do?â she asks, sighing. The sound of your pager goes off, and you smile.
âYou should go home. And I have workâ
âI love youâ Wanda says, holding your hand as you walk past her. You nod, looking at her for the first time. Sheâs so beautiful and perfect and you love her so much, but you know you need to step back and work through the pain this whole thing revived in you.
âI knowâ you nod, walking away, your pager going off a few more times.
You understand the urgency as you arrive to the hospital.
âThereâs a sinkhole in the middle of the city. You and Danvers are going to the siteâ
âJesus, alright. Darcy, youâll handle the ER while Iâm gone, Bishop and Parker, come with meâ you get ready, packing up the essentials and putting on a windbreaker, as it looks like it will rain all night long.
âBe carefulâ Chief Fury says as you all get on an ambulance.
âSee you on the other side, Chiefâ you wink at him, closing the door as you enter last.
â
The rain drops hit the windshield, providing a soothing white noise that helps Wanda calm her thougths. She takes her time driving back home, not just because of the storm, but because she wants peace and quiet to think about everything you just told her.
She had hoped that she could fix things and youâd come home with her, but apparently it was a lot more complicated for you.
âEverything ok?â Steve says as soon as she walks in.
âNot reallyâ Wanda admits, locking the door and dragging her feet to the kitchen. âFor the first time in ten years I meet someone who wants me, and is nice and amazing and also loves my two kids⊠and I managed to make her feel like a second hand toyâ
âIs that what she said?â
âNo. It isnât. But I screwed up so bad, Steveâ Wanda says, pouring a glass of wine, beating herself up over and over again for what happened.
âItâs not your faultâ Steve admits at last, because he knows Wanda can be too hard on herself.
âYes, it isâ Wanda argues, not catching what heâs trying to say.
âI need to tell you somethingâ Steve shifts in his place. âPietro asked me to check up on you. He said you wouldnât let him come and that Y/N sounded too good to be true. So I offered to stop by and see for myself⊠I may have been a bit rude to her when we spokeâ
âAre you being serious right now?â Wanda has to bite her tongue, because her children are asleep and she doesnât want to wake them up. âWhat gave you the right?â
âWanda, he worries about youâ
âI am a grown woman, with two children, a successful career, a house that I own. Iâm more of an adult than Pietro or youâ
âWe didnât mean any harmâ Steve insists but she raises her hand.
âYou should go. Stay over tonight if you have to, but I want you gone tomorrow morning, Steveâ she requests, her tone firm. The man nods, leaving the kitchen.
Wanda sighs and downs the last of her glass of wine, hoping she can call you and apologize. If she had known before that Steve was deliberately rude to youâŠ
âHello?â Darcy picks up. She insists when Wanda doesnât speak. âWanda? I see your name in the caller IDâ
âHi, Darcy. Sorry, I was hoping I could speak to Y/N but if sheâs busyâŠâ
âWeâre all busyâ Darcy says, updating the patient list. âY/N is not here, she was called on site to deal with the sinkholeâ
âThereâs a sinkhole?â
âYeah, itâs all over the news. Listen, I picked up the phone just to make sure you didnât have an emergency, because sheâd freak out if something happened to you. But if youâre fine I gotta get back to managing the ER while sheâs goneâ
âNo, I wanted to talk⊠Iâm fine. Just please tell her to call me?â
âWill try. Byeâ Darcy says, hanging up as two more ambulances stop at the entrance of the ER.
Wanda walks over to the tv, watching as the local newstation reports on the activity.
âDoctors from Shield Medical Center and Stark Hospital have arrived at the scene to help with trauma patients. We encourage people to stay home as the heavy rain will continue throughout Westviewâ the anchor woman says. Thereâs footage of medical personnel walking by the scene but Wanda canât spot you.
She stays in the living room, hoping to see you, just to make sure youâre ok. Pretty soon, she falls asleep on the couch, but the noise of the tv stays in the background, making her dream of you, and the sadness in your eyes the last time she saw you.
â
âI have to go with this patientâ Carol says, while the EMTs get the man on the ambulance. âIâll try to come back as soon as we stabilize himâ
âBe carefulâ you nod, turning to Kate and Peter next. âWhat else we got? Parker?â
âI have a head trauma and weâre waiting for an ambulance. Doctor Stark was out of town but flying in right now. I have to prep the patient so heâs ready by the time Stark landsâ
âHow did he find a flight with this weather?â Kate asks and you chuckle.
âBishop, he owns a helicopterâ
âOh, rightâ
âAlright, Peter, youâre taking the next ambulance. Kate?â
âIâm stayingâ she says and you nod. Itâs been four hours since you got here and youâre all soaked. At least most of the people have been evacuated.
âWe got two people down here!â someone shouts and you turn in that direction.
âHow can we help?â you greet Clint Barton, and he nods your way, greeting you.
âHey, doc. Itâs a small girl and her mom, the woman is trapped under the carâ
âFuckâ Kate says, and you hit her arm.
âLanguageâ
âNo, fuck is right. The woman needs to have her leg amputated if we want to get her out but itâs too risky to go down thereâ
âIâll goâ you say.
âItâs seriously riskyâ Barton insists but you shrug your shoulders and he nods. âAlright everybody, weâre getting the doc downâ
âIs this a good idea?â Kate asks when you request the medical equipment.
âIt will be fine, trust me. Be prepared to stabilize her as soon as theyâre up. And inform Maria about the little girl, sheâll need a consultâ
âRight awayâ
âHold on to the rope and make sure you donât move a lot as we set you down, ok? The rain stopped for a little bit so this is our window. If water keeps falling you could go down in a mudslideâ
âOkâ you say, trying to ignore your erratic heartbeat. This is not the time to get cold feet. âIâm readyâ
You use your flashlight to look around, and then the beam lands on a pair of small eyes that look up at you.
âAll set. Iâm sending the kid overâ you speak through a radio. Barton confirms and then you turn to the girl. âHey, Iâm Y/N. Whatâs your name? Itâs okâ
âIâm Aliceâ the girl says, staying close to her unconscious mother.
âAlice, hi. Look, Iâll get you out of here, and then Iâm staying to help your mom, ok? Iâll be up with her in no timeâ
âI donât want to leave herâ the girl protests as you get her ready to go up.
âAlice, I need to take care of your mommy and it can be scary. I wonât leave her side, I promiseâ you say, because thereâs no way in hell youâll let her watch as you cut off her motherâs leg.
âPromise?â
âPinky swearâ you say, and she smiles, nodding. You talk to the radio âThe kidâs ready. Bishop, check for injuries once sheâs up thereâ
You get to work, noticing the woman is still unconscious but itâs probably for the best. As you set the equipment for the amputation, a light rain begins again.
âStatus report?â Barton says when it seems like the rain is getting stronger.
â60% doneâ
âYou donât have a lot of time leftâ
âGreat, super helpful comment, Bartonâ you mutter, struggling with the bone. God, this is the part that always made you dizzy in your resident years. It doesnât help that youâre doing it in the middle of the ground that could collapse under you any minute.
You pull through the nausea that hits you, letting Barton know that youâre done. His team lowers a gurney and you prepare it for transportation, struggling as you have to drag the woman across the floor.
âAll goodâ you say, watching as sheâs lifted.
âWeâll come back for you, stay putâ
You light up the area, just to make sure youâre not leaving any equipment behind. Something caughts your eye beyond the truck.
âWeâre pulling you up nowâ Barton says over the radio.
âHoldâ you say, quickly approaching the edge of the hole. âThereâs someone else here! The car was covering himâ
âItâs raining heavily, we canât have you stay longerâ Barton says, the water causing the dirt around you to losen up. You feel the soil beneath you getting softer as well, as if it was about to give in. âJust take the rope, you donât even know if theyâre aliveâ
âHe has a pulse, just holdâ
âGrab the rope, damn itâ Barton barks over the radio. His words are met with silence, and then a second later, thereâs a loud crash. He looks over and sees the car sliding further down, the dirt finally giving in at the weight and water.
Youâre nowhere to be found.
â
The sound of thunder wakes Wanda up. She looks around the room, confused.
The TV is still on, and she rubs her eyes, not paying much attention to what is being reported.
That is, until the person on the screen says your name.
âWe have reports that as Doctor Y/L Y/L/N was conducting a search and rescue operation, there were some complications. The other person is an unidentified male, and all we know is they were both taken back to Stark Hospital in critical conditionâ
âNo, no, noâ she stands up, taking her car keys.
âWhere are you going?â Steve says. He has been unable to sleep, feeling guilty over everything that happened.
âI need to go to the hospital, Y/N could be injuredâ
âItâs dangerous to drive with the storm, Wandaâ
âStay with the kids, ok?â she ignores him.
âOk. Be carefulâ he finally agrees, knowing nothing will make her change her mind.
The ten minute drive is probably the longest one of her life. She tries to stay calm, finding the local news on the radio, but thereâs no mention of you.
Stark Hospital is full of people waiting for news on their loved ones. Wanda knows the way to the staff door, so she moves quietly and enters, looking back and hoping no one caught her. Everyoneâs too busy to question why someone outside the hospital is there.
âWanda?â Darcy calls as she exits an examination room, confused. The woman turns around, ready to explain why sheâs there.
âWhy are you calling for Wanda? See, youâre the one with a concussion, Lewisâ you mumble.
Wanda sighs with relief when she hears your voice, walking past Darcy to get inside the room. She sees you, scrubs full of mud and a couple of cuts in your face and arms.
âYouâre okâ she says, forgetting the conflict between you two, and hugging you. âIâm so relieved. I thought I lost you. I heard on the newsâŠâ
âThey exaggerate for viewsâ
âShe almost diedâ Darcy accuses with a glare.
âDid notâ
âOk, fine. Iâm telling your girlfriend because youâre a knuckleheadâ
Wanda breaks the hug, laughing and wiping away the tears that fell down the moment you were in her arms. You keep your hand on her waist, sad that you scared her.
âY/N here has a concussion and a dislocated shoulder. Lucky for her, she managed to take the rope while carrying the man she found in that holeâ
âWouldnât you call that heroic?â
âIâd call it idiotic. Please take her and donât let her come for the next weekâ Darcy pleads to Wanda. âAnd you, sleep, rest, donât move that arm and more importantly, come back with lots of cookiesâ
âYeah, yeahâ
âAnd no sex!â
Darcy glares at you two one last time, before leaving the room.
Thereâs a beat of silence and then you turn to Wanda, smiling shyly.
âCould I get a ride home? I canât drive with this thingâ you point at your armsling and she nods.
âOf course, come onâ she says, her hands on your cheeks. She knows you need to rest and sheâll happily drive you home, but Wanda still needs a minute to ground herself, your touch enough to remind her youâre ok.
âIâm hereâ you say, your hand going up and down her back.
Wanda nods, holding back tears.
âI knowâ
After a few more seconds, she stands back, waiting for you to leave your spot in the hospital bed. You walk slowly, afraid youâll get dizzy if you move too fast. Wanda is leading the way, holding your hand to steady you.
âWanda? Is everything ok? Why are you here?â Barton says and you look confused at both of them. Not another almost husband, for the love of God.
âClint, hi. Iâm just taking my girlfriend homeâ she gestures to you. âY/N, this isâŠâ
âWeâve metâ you say.
âSheâs crazyâ Clint points to you and Wanda is about to lash out at him when the man smiles. âYou saved a manâs life, but try not to do that againâ
âAgreeâ you say, smiling as he pats your good shoulder.
âDrive safelyâ
âHow do you know Barton?â you ask when youâre finally in the car, relaxing against the comfortable seat.
âHeâs Lauraâs husbandâ Wanda says, backing out of the parking lot.
âLaura, as in, your editor? Wow, itâs a small worldâ you mutter, closing your eyes for just a second. Wandaâs voice brings you back to reality.
âWeâre hereâ
âHere where?â
âHome, babyâ
You open your eyes, startled.
âOh. I thought I only closed my eyes for half a second. Thanks for the ride. Gotta shower and take a dozen painkillersâ
âWill you let me⊠will you let me help you?â Wanda asks, reaching for your hand and you nod.
Instead of walking to her place, she leads you across the street, opening the door with the key you gave her weeks ago.
âDid you clean?â you say, looking around. You definitely didnât leave everything so tidy.
âYou know itâs the only thing that calms me when Iâm anxiousâ
âYouâre so cute and weirdâ you chuckle, swaying lightly. Wanda catches you in the air, making you lean on her side.
âYou ok? Maybe you should have stayed at the hospitalâ
âJust tiredâ you say against her temple, enjoying the warmth of her body after spending all night in the pouring rain.
âCome on, thenâ she says, going upstairs with you.
It takes Wanda by surprise to notice sheâd never actually been in your room before. Youâre always at her place, mainly because of the twins.
As she looks at the few pictures scattered across the room, of friends and colleagues (and the lack of family portraits), Wanda realises how much youâve done to acommodate to her life and needs, while asking very little in return.
âBathroomâs that wayâ you yawn, sitting in the bed while Wanda searches for clean clothes.
âGive me a second, babyâ she says and you nod, removing the armsling. âDoes it hurt a lot?â
âNo, but itâs probably because Darcy gave me the good stuff. I might be out for a good couple of hours after cleaning upâ
âNotedâ she smiles, helping you up. With gentle movements, Wanda pulls down your pants and underwear, while you hold on to her shoulders to keep your balance.
âI canât lift my shirtâ you admit with a blush.
âI got you, babyâ
Itâs a little difficult to remove the clothes with the limited motion, but you manage, letting out a giggle as Wanda finally throws the scrubs away, leading you to the shower.
âI think theyâre too dirty to use them againâ
âWeâll worry about that later. How do you like the water?â
âRight now, hot. I spent all night in the freezing rainâ
âOkâ Wanda reaches forward to get a feel of the temperature, nodding when itâs ready. However, you stay in your spot, staring. âWhat is it?â
âArenât you getting in?â
âI have nothing to wear for afterâ
âThatâs the opposite of a problem, as far as Iâm concernedâ you smile, pulling her hand.
Wanda enjoys this, knowing that you still want her. That in spite of your fight, thereâs still that look of complete adoration in your eyes when you tease her or admire her figure.
âAlrightâ she says, stripping down until sheâs naked in front of you. âBehaveâ
âBut I just saved a manâs lifeâ
âAnd got yourself hurt. We donât wanna come back to the hospital with more injuries and explain to Darcy how that happenedâ
âMmm, that would be funny, actuallyâ you mumble, sighing against Wandaâs front when she stands behind you, her hands massaging your scalp. You feel the dirt slide off your skin, and the hot water relaxes your muscles.
Thereâs a struggle to stay awake when sheâs being so soothing with her touch, but you manage by leaning against the bathroom wall, the water washing away the soap as youâre finally clean and warm.
With the upmost care, Wanda dries you off and brushes your hair, and you yawn as she helps you put on clean clothes. Sheâs wearing your college sweatshirt, looking adorable with the sleeves too long.
âItâs almost dayâ you say, looking out the window. Wanda nods, but helps you lay in bed.
âJust get some rest, ok?â
âWill you stay with me?â you ask, settling in bed and smiling up at her.
âOf courseâ she says, running her hands through your hair.
âFor one second, I thought I wouldnât make itâ you confess, trying to stay awake to tell her how you feel. âAnd all I could think about was how I wished I had kissed you when you came looking for meâ
âIâm glad youâre ok. And Iâm not going anywhereâ she promises, leaning forward to kiss you.
You fall asleep with a smile on your face.
â
The space next to you is empty, and as you regain consciousness, you wonder if it was all a dream. Pain hits every inch of your body when you wake up, to remind you that it was all very much real.
âWanda?â you say, looking around. Sheâs nowhere to be found.
You go down the stairs, adjusting the armsling and searching for the other woman. It must be past noon, so maybe sheâs home with the twins.
Since you donât even remember where your phone is, you go across the street, knocking on the Maximoffâs door.
âItâs Y/N!â Billy says excitedly, running to hug you. Heâs a little rough with his movements, making you groan. âIâm so happy youâre back, donât go again. Uncle Steve is so boringâ
Thatâs the best thing the kid has ever said to you, and then Tommy joins in the hug.
âYeah, he never lets us play videogames and we eat green stuff that tastes like crap. And he says language if we say dude!!â
âDude, that sucksâ you say, enjoying every second of this. They both laugh, hugging you and you pat their heads with your one good arm.
âBoys, give Y/N some space, sheâs recoveringâ Wanda says, smiling as you look at her. âIâm sorry, I had to come back to get lunch ready, Iâm sure youâre hungryâ
âOne thing before thatâ you smile, pulling her into a kiss. Wanda smiles against your lips, laughing as the kids call you gross and leave in a rush.
Just as youâre sitting in the kitchen counter, Rogers goes down the stairs, carrying his bag.
âThanks for letting me stayâ he says, and Wanda nods, her arm around your shoulders, âY/N, glad to see youâre ok. Iâm sorry if I was a little rude at first. You seem like a great galâ
âThanks, Capâ you smile. He shakes your hand and goes to say goodbye to the kids, Wanda pressing a kiss against your temple.
âWeâre gonna miss you so muchâ Billy says a bit dramatically, obviously lying. You give him a thumbs up.
As soon as the manâs out the door, the kids run back to the living room, pulling out their videogames.
âSteveâs a little boringâ Wanda says against your temple and you smile. âYouâre so good with them and we love you so much. Never forget thatâ
âI love you tooâ you say, turning to kiss her.
Staying home for the rest of the week is not so bad, especially when you have your family by your side.
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marriage pact pt.2
summary: the besties are getting used to their new relationship
Warnings: smut, mdni, oral (fem recieving), mentions of dry humping, mentions of implied bi!reader, Stevie's happy trail makes another appearance, public sex?? (not actually penetration), lmk if i missed anything
pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader
A/N: thank you to all the people who showed part one so much love, especially everyone who had v unhinged things to say (i love you the most) also i gave us a cool ass, loving mom
part 1
*****
âIâm just saying, we should talk about it eventually.â Steve tells you, unable to conceal the smirk on his face. He stood in the doorway of your bathroom watching you evade questions he threw at you about your past hookups. Essentially he didnât really care, he was the last person in Hawkins who should have the privilege of caring about who other people hookup with. But he was a little curious, considering your face went up in flames as soon as he brought it up. Also maybe slightly jealous.
You huff at Steveâs persistence, dropping your mascara back into the bag. âAre we going to talk about all the people youâve hooked up with Steve?â Annoyance laced your tone at his line of questioning, but he knew your annoyance was just poorly concealed embarrassment.Â
The two of you were supposed to be getting ready to meet up with Robin, Eddie, Nancy, and Jonathan when he randomly asked you about the past guys youâve been with. He was already dressed and now he was waiting for you to be, curiously watching your every step.Â
âWeâve talked about me for years. Everyone in Hawkins has talked about me.â He laughs, a little self deprecating. âWeâve never talked about you, and we donât have to.â Heâs moving in on you arms, caging you into the counter, shaggy hair sweeping from his forehead. âIâm just curious, not judging you.â Your eyes meet his sincere ones in the mirror, the kicked puppy look heâs been giving you since you were kids working like a charm.
âBilly Hargrove fingered me in our Anatomy class, junior year.â You start, your face red as you shift your eyes, from Steveâs shocked ones. âThat was before he..âYou trail off not knowing exactly how to word your next thoughts.
âBeat me to a pulp?â Steve offers, with a sardonic grin.
You nod with a sheepish smile. âSorry.â You really mean it, too. You felt so bad after you saw Steve like that, bruised up by a guy that had been touching you.
âNot judging, remember.â He presses a kiss to the top of your head, and despite the ugly feeling of jealousy sitting in the pit of his stomach he really wanted you to continue.
âI always knew he had a thing for you.â He says, thinking of all the times heâd catch Billy staring at you. Heâs pretty sure thatâs half the reason he beat his ass. Steve would always have an arm around your shoulder or one of your legs in his lap.Â
You go back to distracting yourself as you put your eyeliner on. âAnd donât be weird about this later,â You say, which gives him warning to brace himself. âEddie took my virginity in the back of his van senior year.â You say it so casually that Steveâs sure he didnât hear you correctly.Â
âEddie?â Steve says, his face wearing his shock. âYou mean like Eddie âThe Freakâ Munson?â You slap his arm at that.
âDonât call him that.â You defend, which Steve rolls his eyes at, knowing Eddie loved the nickname.
âOur friend, Eddie? Who, we happen to be seeing tonight?â Obviously too flabbergasted to remember his no judgment rule, you quickly remind him.Â
âI thought this was a judgment free zone.â You murmur, too mortified to even look at him. This brings Steve back to himself.
âOkay, Iâm sorry. Iâm just surprised. Didnât see that coming.â Steveâs hands are on his hips and you know heâs about two seconds from pacing a hole through a floor to wrap his head around it. You canât help but think heâs adorable for stressing himself out about a question he asked you to answer.
âYeah we hooked up for a while I guess, but then-â Youâre cut off by your own thoughts, sheepish at the thought of your next words until you look at Steveâs puzzled expression. âThen Tommy threw that huge party and you got drunk off your ass and told me we were gonna get married and I just-â You shrug, pretending to be oh so busy with your eyelash curler. âBroke it off with him the next day. Didnât wanna lead him on, when my head was⊠elsewhere.â Thinking of you. You tell Steve all this without making a morsel or eye contact. It should really scare Steve how good you are at playing casual with your feelings.Â
âOh, honey.â The kiss he plants on your shoulder is sweet, as he secures his arms around you. âI really love you.â Steve whispers, and itâs not the first time heâs said it, but in this context it is. The words are so much heavier after the shift in dynamic between the two of you.
âI love you too.â Again you say it so unbothered, so naturally, that Steve would think you didnât mean it if he couldnât feel the way your pulse quickened.Â
âSo, after Eddie?â He prods. You take a second like youâre contemplating telling him.Â
âIf I tell you, you canât tell Robin.â Steve looks confused but agrees regardless. âYou canât tell anyone.â You reiterate.Â
âOkayy, based on what youâve already told me Iâm not sure how it could get worse.â Steve says. âBut Iâm not judging.â He adds after his little sentence.Â
âLast year, Tammy Thompson, once.â Itâs all you say before Steve understands and his eyebrows shoot up to his hairline.Â
âI donât know you at all.â He states dramatically.Â
âIn my defense..â you began, âThe only reason I didnât tell you was because like right after I had been talking to Robin and told her that I went to the mall with her and then, she randomly mentioned that she used to have the hugest crush on her. And then she told me that the two of you hooked up before and it was weird. Because I never in a million years thought we would have any overlap.â By the time youâre done with your explanation, Steve is still looking at you in shock.
âYou donât tell me anything.â He lies, unaware of the pout thatâs formed on his face.
âI tell you everything important.â You counter. You look like youâre thinking, biting your bottom lip nervously. âI didnât think it would be a big deal for you.â
Steve is all over you before you can overthink any further, and heâd never tell you but you look like youâre about to launch into tears. âBaby itâs not a big deal⊠Iâm just surprised I didnât know this about you.â He finally understands some of your hesitancy about opening up about your sex life. You were scared to be judged, by him of all people.Â
âThat was the shortest list ever, if it was me we would have been standing here for hours.â He jokes, it's another self deprecating jab and itâs one you canât ignore.Â
âStop doing that. Be nice to yourself.â You scold lightly.Â
âItâs true.â You knew Steve was no longer a fan of his own promiscuity. You know that he had some regrets about it, but you couldnât for the life of you understand why.
âItâs hot.â When the words leave your lips, you find yourself turning around in his arms, tilting your head up to get a better look at him. You meet his eyes, watching the bewildered expression on his face.
âItâs really hot for me, that my boyfriend is more experienced than me. Now.. you can teach me what you know.â You elaborate. Steveâs eyes are watching your lips intently.
âCall me that again.â He requests, his voice gruff. You hold his gaze even though your entire body is on fire from the sudden intensity.
âMy boyfriend.â You say softly. The first time you acknowledge him as such. Heâs leaning in to kiss you when you duck under his arm, not allowing him to smudge your newly done make up or make you any later than you know you are.
âWeâre late.â You remind him, grabbing your shoes.Â
âFucking tease.â
*****
Your night out with Steve and your friends, paled in comparison to waking up to him. Heâs holding you tightly against him. No shirt on his chest, per usual. A large hand splayed under your shirt and against your stomach. His heat is almost too much for you and you consider rolling away briefly but thatâs the last thing you want.Â
Without ever opening your eyes or moving, you flail your legs to kick the blanket off you, only pausing when you hear a throaty chuckle vibrating beneath you. You freeze realizing youâd been caught looking silly.
âYou hot?â He asks, ever so attentive. Usually when the two of you slept in bed together, there was a respectful amount of space between you, now your limbs were intertwined and your heart beats synced.Â
âMhm.â You hum, still half sleep. You wouldnât know it but Steve woke up about thirty minutes before you and he was also feeling like the bed had turned into a sauna overnight, but heâd rather burn to death than wake you up.Â
Still groggy from sleep, you whine when Steve removes himself from you to turn on the fan and remove the covers the rest of the way off of you. Much to your relief.Â
âIâm gonna go take a shower.â He tells you, letting you know he wasnât coming back to bed. You were unsure of how he did that. Getting up as soon as he woke up. You were more of a wake up and rot in bed for two more hours kind of girl.
You hadnât realized, youâd drifted back off to sleep until Steveâs waking you up. âWanna get up for me, so we can spend some time together?â He offers.
âWe could go play basketball at the gym.â He tries again when you donât budge. This has you perking up slightly. For a reason unknown to him, every time, even in high school, if he mentioned anything to do with basketball you would be there. At first he thought you wanted to play, especially since you proved yourself to be useful on the court, but when he mentioned it to you, you looked disturbed at the idea.Â
Youâre rolling out of bed without answering, but he knows that is your answer and youâre just adjusting to the morning again. So he goes on making sure to cook you a good breakfast.Â
When you finally emerge from the bathroom, freshly showered you find Steve behind the stove looking very boyfriendish. You canât help circling your arms around his waist as you inhale his scent.
âMorningââ Thereâs soft music playing from his phone but other than that the house is quiet.Â
âGood Morning. Baby.â You grin into his shoulder, feeling oddly domestic..
After eating breakfast with Steve, you made your way to the gym. Youâre stopped a million times because this is Hawkins and everyone knows Steve, the once golden boy basketball star, and you who graduated top of your class with a long list of extracurriculars. But most people still only referred to you when speaking about Steve and that was okay with you.
Playing with Steve is never actually about winning for you. The win is seeing Steve like this. Sweaty. In his zone. So fucking focused. You were competitive everywhere else, but on the basketball court, you were all about Steve. He played less now that you were older, so when he offered you couldnât help but jump at the chance.
Youâre barely paying attention to the game because Steve is everywhere. Youâre losing really badly even though heâs taking it easy on you. You donât care.
âWhereâs your mind at, honey?â He asks, dribbling the ball he just stole from you and shooting it. You pretend to be frustrated, pretend like you actually care if you lose, like youâre actually giving your best. Steve knows better, but he doesnât push it, figuring you were just tired still.Â
When a group of guys Steve played basketball with came into the gym, begging âkingâ steve to join a game with them, Steve almost declined until you made some comment about being tired and going to sit on the bleachers for a break.
You knew the real show was about to start, and that heâd love a chance to show the guys from high school how heâs still got it. Steveâs gearing all the way up when they start picking teams, and you know based on the line up itâs going to be an aggressive game.
Youâre dazed while you watch him play for the next hour. Heâs concentrating hard, yelling out an instruction to his other teammates, in charge, sweating so hard that he keeps lifting up his shirt to wipe sweat off his forehead and revealing that happy trail. Your composure is crumbling quickly.Â
And you donât realize the way youâre looking at him even though you know youâre thirsting hard. He sees though. About halfway through the game when heâs checking on you during a time out. You give him your water bottle to drink out of even though you hate sharing germs, run your fingers through his sweaty hair, and give him two kisses despite the fact that he knows he tastes like sweat, and that you have an audience.Â
After that he realizes how hard youâre watching him and he knows he has to show out for the end of the game. Everytime he glances at you, you look so invested. Like you used to in high school when you suddenly became interested in basketball again after a long hiatus during your pre teen years. Except now thereâs a new detail that Steve has noticed. Youâre squeezing your thighs together so hard, he thinks youâre about to burst. He canât help but wonder how long youâve been that way and if that was the reason youâre so intrigued with basketball, with no interest in playing.Â
Steve made sure to win. Made sure he earned every filthy thing he was going to do to you. When he walks up to you, you donât realize that youâve been caught. Not when heâs dragging you behind him, not even when he opens the door to the menâs locker room, ushering you inside. Itâs when he locks the door with you against it that your brain finally kickstarts into realizing whatâs happening.Â
âSteve weâre gonna get caught-â You start but your voice is lodged in your throat when his fingers dip into your shorts. You know what he finds when he does, and if you didnât the smirk on his face would have told you.Â
âAll this from watching me play, honey.â The condescending lilt to his voice, has your brain turning to mush in the best way. That mixed with the way heâs running his knuckles over your folds.Â
âSteveâ You try again, more firm when you hear voices passing from outside the door, but your voice just turns into a whimper, as you try to cope with the way heâs touching you.Â
âShut up for me, so I can focus.â He shushes, yanking your shorts down. You gasp when he does so, but step out of them nonetheless when he gestures for you to do so. This is his first time touching you like this since you dry humped him for all he was worth in the family video parking lot and youâre curious about where heâs going with this.Â
He grabs your panties, balling them up in his hand before coming back up to you. âOpen your mouth.â You do without a second thought, letting him stuff the underwear into your mouth.
âFuck youâre a good girl.â He notes before dropping to his knees. âPrettiest pussy, Iâve ever seen.â And heâs not talking to you really but to your pussy. He throws one of your legs over his shoulder before going in, licking and slurping at you like a starved man.
Youâre pretty sure itâs the hottest thing youâve ever seen. Heâs so sloppy about it and you love every second.
When he leans down a bit to fuck your hole open with his tongue, his nose nudges your clit. Your moans and whimpers are concealed by the makeshift gag, but the way your hand flys to Steveâs hair to hold him in place lets him know exactly the effect heâs having on you.
He chuckles when he feels you clenching up on his tongue, already so close and heâs just barely touched you. He presses you deeper into the door when he feels your knees buckling, moaning into your cunt at the feeling of you tugging his hair.Â
Steve wishes he didnât need you to be quiet. He wishes he could hear every single one of your whimpers and moans. Hear you calling him âStevieâ in that whiny little voice, but he also knows he doesnât want anyone else to hear you. Not when youâre all his.
You tumble over the edge pretty quickly, tears cascading down your face, which is the first thing Steve sees when he stands back up, licking his lips. Heâs rubbing your overstimulated clit, when he pulls the damp panties out your mouth, releasing all the built up sounds from you.Â
âAw, honey.â He coos, wiping away the tears with your panties. Heâs fucking filthy. He kisses you after that, so tenderly that you almost forget how heâs toying with you.
âStevie..â There it is. Steve thinks to himself. He kisses you again trying to hush your moans.
âYou like watching me play, sweetheart? That turns you on?â He asks, still massaging your clit.
âSo much.â You admit. Steve wants to laugh at how gone you are, but heâs affected just as much as you.
âNot very nice, that you didnât tell me.â He says.Â
âMâsorry, Stevie.â Youâre getting too loud and Steve has to shush you as he hears voices in the hallway, suddenly remembering where you are.
âItâs okay baby, you gonna cum for me?â As soon as he suggests it, he knows it's coming and his lips are back on yours, silencing your moans.
******
âDude, why are you staring at me?â Steve asks you, his face red. You stared at him all the way home from the gym. You stared at him when you got home and it had been an hour later, both of you showered and supposed to watch a movie, and you were still staring.Â
âI just think youâre kinda rude.â You say.
âIâm rude?â Steve asks, flabbergasted wondering what he could have possibly done in such a short period of time. His mouth hanging open.
ââYes because I have had, I want to say maybe like three- four orgasms with other people, in the span of multiple years and youâre telling me this whole time you knew how to do that twice in the span of not even like ten minutes.â Steveâs once red face was now taken over by a cocky grin.Â
âLike dude. How did you do that? Iâve never done that before.â You canât even bring yourself to care that youâre inflating his huge ego. Youâre genuinely confused and youâre thinking it has to be witchcraft.
âItâs easy when youâre that turned on.â He tells you, but you shake your head.
âIâm always that turned on.â You dismiss, making him laugh at how genuine you sound when you say it.Â
âAlways?â He asked, to which you nod.Â
âYou walk around here shirtless every morning. Of course I am.â You say simply, and Steve canât help but be surprised at your sudden frankness. âAnd even then I canât even make myself cum twice. Especially not that fast.â
âSo, let me get this right.â Steve starts with a mischievous grin. âYouâre saying when you play with yourself, after seeing me shirtless you canât make yourself cum twice?â Heâs teasing you for your slip up and you know it. You canât help rolling your eyes.
âThatâs what I said, Steven.â You say playfully, your eyes narrowed.Â
His eyes narrow back at you before heâs tackling you to the couch, tickling you. Laughing at your shrieks, and the sight of you trying to wriggle away from him.
âIâm sorry!â You let out in between gasps for air and laughter. When Steve finally lets up you pinch him for being unfair.Â
When you finally catch your breath, you realize Steve is staring at you with a look that can only be described as adoring.Â
âHere you go, again.â You say with pretend exasperation, and shaking your head. Youâre only teasing him, so that you yourself donât turn into a pile of mush like always. Steve rolls his eyes at you, realizing just how much heâs missed your banter, these last couple days. Youâd gone shy on him, when getting used to the changes in your relationship and he was glad to see that your sass was back in full swing.
âCome give me a kiss.â He insists, gesturing to his lap.Â
âWhy are you always trying to get me into your lap?â You ask before settling down on top of him anyway. Nothing sexual about it, as you press a quick kiss to Steveâs lips before trying to move again.Â
âI like you here.â He says before pulling you back down on top of him to get another one. âIf thatâs how you rush touching yourself, no wonder you canât make yourself cum.â He jabs, even though thatâs not what you said.Â
Youâre about to respond, when you hear someone clear their throat. âMom!â you yelp in surprise, practically flying off of Steveâs lap.
âWell this is an interesting way to be welcomed home.â Your mom looks almost amused at the display in front of her. The other part is as shocked as you feel, knowing she was home way earlier than she was supposed to be.
âHow long were you standing there?â You ask, mortified, Youâre seconds away from having the worst meltdown of your life.Â
âLong enough to know that you should invest in a vibrator. â She goads, sending Steve a look. Heâs redder than a tomato, knowing that the woman whoâs known him since before he was ten heard him say that.Â
Your mom is way chiller than she should be, considering the circumstances, but sheâs always been that way. Unbothered and entertained. If that was your dad standing there, you both know this would be an entirely different story.Â
âOh my goodness. Kill me now.â You mutter dramatically.
âNo need for theatrics. I knew last week when you came home with that hickey on your neck. You didnât even bother to try to cover it up either. Whereâs the respect?â She jokes , as you hide your face behind your hands at your carelessness.Â
Youâre sure that life cannot get much worse than this.
âGood for you guys. But no and I mean it..â she started seriously âno funny business at all, on my couch.â When you groan she doubles downs. âIâm serious that couch was expensive.â
âOkay mom, we got it, thank you.â You say pulling Steve up from the couch and towards your room, too mortified to make eye contact with her.
Once you and Steve make it to your room both of your horrified faces meet⊠and youâre doubling over in deranged laughter.Â
*****
tags: @smilesworldsposts @livsters @ali-r3n @em-guitar-pick @wolflover1005 @lexingtoon @eds1986
p.s. some of these didn't work and idk why
#fantasylandloserfic#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington fluff#steve harrington smut#steve harrington#steve x reader#stranger things
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I HAVE A..A FUN LITTLE IDEA!
what if sugar mommy billie x sugarbaby reader and like billie loves buying things for reader and loves just buying stuff for her and reader is kinda a bimbo but the public thinks they are polar opposite best friends. not knowing that same night reader put lingerie on that billie bought for her and billie tear it off to eat her out then later fuck her (with strap)
crazy big brain moment when thinking about if i should be a sugar baby or not
A Little Secret
Sugar mommy Billie Eilish x sugar baby fem reader !
A/n: duhrrr omg I adore this, and GURL you're so very real for that last statement đ« I really hope I did a good job !!!! And that you like it đ
Summary: it was all top secret what you and billie truly were. Definitely not just friends.
Warnings: Slight age difference ? (B30,R21) fingerings, eating out, let me know if i missed anything !!
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You could come out and just say that the two of you are dating. But people would soon realize there was something more going on. So. You both had to keep it as secret as possible. Not to mention how obvious the age gap was.
And you managed to, it was especially hard when you wanted to post and flaunt all the pretty gifts she'd get you. All you wanted to do was show how thankful you were of her. You wanted to show her off even if the situation wasn't as normal so you two see it. But you both didn't care, you were insanely happy.
One day you were getting ready to go out to the mall. You open your car door to be met with some roses and a prezzie. With a note from Billie saying.
"I wanna be the reason you slightly tilt your phone away from others when you read it" - Have a good day sweet angel ;)
That was a constant thing she'd do, leaving gifts for you, especially with a cheeky note.
"Hey Bub, look what I got." She says with the widest grin. "Whatcha get." You say sitting up from the couch. She had a black handbag in hand, it was beautiful. She turns it around, smirking as your eyes gleam at the designer symbol. You look at her, looking at that sexy smirk of hers, her eyes. You quite literally pounce at her, kissing her lips. "This is gorgeous Bill!" You beamed as you go to grab it, looking at it. The compartments.
"Exactly like you baby." You blush ever so slightly, as you keep looking at it. You were truly mesmerized. "You can use it for our date night tomorrow." She then says leaning on the couch. "Where are we going!?" You had so much enthusiasm she adored it. It made her feel truly happy. "It's a surprise my love." You sit there and think for a moment. "Alright, but I know wherever it is I'll love it." She smiles more. "I know you will."
Tonight was the night, you were currently in the bathroom lining your lips before you put the soft red lipstick on. She comes up behind you, kissing your neck. "You look so good. Smell great too." You giggle as her breath tickles your skin. "So do you!" She soon looks at you through the mirror. "Kinda don't even want to go for food now, I mean. You look pretty tasty." She bites your neck, causing another giggle to rumble from you. "Bill." - "You'll be calling me something completely different by the time I'm done with you."
A blush spreads widely across your cheeks, even more considering the slight blush you already wore. She then turns you around once your lipstick was applied. Grabbing your hand gently and kissing it. "Howd I get so lucky. Daym." You kiss her cheek. "I'm so grateful for you." You say sweetly. "Ready?" You nod as she takes your hand in hers again, taking you to the car.
The place she took you to was beautiful, the building was dimly lit. Only source of light was coming from a few on the ceiling, and the tall, skinny candles on the tables. You and Billie sit down, tucking your feet under the red velvet table cloth. Billie would always make sure the places she took you to were secluded. Just in case any eyes saw. Of course it could've been just two friends. But with the way you two were both dressed, a blind man would spot that from a mile away.
The evening was great, everything so still, calm and quiet. Soaking up the luxury of the building and the atmosphere. When you were both ready to go she grabs your hand leading you out to the car, like always she opens the door for you. Letting you get in before it closes, and she's making her way to the driver's side.
The ride is peaceful you had the window rolled down enjoy the slight breeze. You then get the idea to stick your head out, maneuvering your body out of the seat belt, having your back slightly out of the car. Having it rest there. Your hands grip the upper part of the car, leaning your head back as the wind blows through your hair. But as you got into the position you're in currently. You were unaware of the fact your dress had ridden up ever so slightly. Giving Billie the most perfect view of your black lace underwear.
Specifically the ones she bought you just recently. You hadn't worn them yet so it cones as a surprise to her eyes. She had to stay focused on driving but God how it hugged your pussy so delicately. She couldn't tear her eyes away. She eventually did, knowing you guys were almost home. The things this woman was about to do. She truly wasn't kidding earlier on.
That's exactly how you ended up here, sprawled on the black fuzzy sheets. The softness of the fabric against you skin only adding to Billies actions. Which currently was teasing. Your whine was heard for maybe the 5th time now. But she needed to savor this. Your taste your scent. Her face was right infront of your cunt, having her nose bump your clit purposefully. Sending you absolutely mental.
"Billie-" Your whiney voice echoed throughout her ears, her mind. Her soul. And all movement stops. Her eyes look straight up at you warningly. Your breath only gets caught in your throat, knowing where you fucked up. But too fucked out to correct. Her figure was still as anything, awaiting the propper words. Until you're whining again. Her head just shakes.
"That's no way to talk to me sweetheart." Her finger taps your thigh gently. "Do you not want this?" She knew damn well you did, but she needed you to say the word, needed you to address her properly.
"What do you call me baby. Go on, be good."
A small whimper is heard. Her finger slowly coming in line with your entrance making you snap out of your dazed state.
"Mommy."
"Louder." Her finger slides into you.
"Mommy!" You screech slightly, having your mouth hang open.
"Good. Girl."
She notices your reaction as she kisses around your pussy. "Don't forget to breathe." She whispers sexily, so slow with her words too. Her own breath fanning against the skin of your swollen cunt.
And that's all it took, for her fingers to move so insanely fast inside you. Her mouth coming to suck on your pussy lips, biting just a tiny bit. Your head flew back again, eventually feeling her soft hands move up your torso, so slowly, every action. Reaching a breast and squeezing. Your head starts to spin, her movements rapid.
Everything was happening in the speed of light as your orgasm approaches quick. Sending your head right back into the pillows as her tongue relentlessly moves against your clit. "Mommy, please let me cum.. please." Your breath was nothing but short finding any thought in your brain to be dead. She hums against you the vibrations not helping with the fact you had to hold on, until she grants you that permission you so helplessly need. "Mommy!" You scream out. "Cum." She growls against you.
Billie was so caught up in it she actually hadn't heard your voice asking. Her hands were gripped tightly around your thighs most definitely creating a mark. The way you smelt was like a drug, addictive. And the taste she could already feel on the tip of her tongue. "Need more." She then moans into you, desperate to taste you properly. You hadn't even overcome the last euphoric feeling.
When you feel her tongue stick deep inside you. Your eyes roll all the way back at this new feeling, her tongue was so warm and wet. Mixing with your previous orgasm. The way you tasted makes her own eyes roll back. If anything she was enjoying this more than you. Not to say you weren't, wriggling with pleasure underneath her. "T-too m-uhg!" A moan gets caught along your words as her finger move to spread your folds open, wide. Her tongue moving in and out of you faster. You were so loose currently and she was adoring it.
Loving how easily her tongue was slipping in. Your hole feeling stretched around her tongue. You begin to shake as the second one is coming, her nose bumping your clit as she moves. Making your brain fuzz over with pure pleasure. You gush into her mouth having her drink you like a thirsty dog, your body giving out in the process. She could care less that you didn't ask. Cuz like an addict she's not stopping tonight. Or ever.
She was going to drink you dry.
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Can you please do slashers x s/o who owns a cat who's getting chubbier? This is based on my cat ever since I made him try a different brand of cat food, he likes it too much that he eat more than 3 times a day đ
Also idk it you take anons
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OMGGG CHUBBY CATS ARE SUCH CUTIESS!! I've always wanted a cat, but living in houses/apartments that's rented sucksđ. Since most of the houses & apartments I moved in don't allow cats or dogs.. And yes I do take anons!
Slashers: Norman, Carrie, Sinclair brothers, Patrick, Chucky & Tiffany, Jason, OG Michael, Billy & Stu, Billy Lenz & Brahms, Thomas & Bubba, The Lost Boys, & Hannibal & Will!!
(I was about to put RZ Michael, but then I remembered he ate a dog, so he'll probably eat the cat too đ.)
Slashers x S/O that owns a chubbier cat!
Norman:
Norman noticed that your cat got much bigger! He asked you if this was normal feeding him three times a day. You said that it was normal, but he has to lose some weight, because he's becoming too big for some stuff, like his bed, etc!
He loves your cat so much though! It doesn't matter if he's chubby or skinny! He also loves feeding your cat treats, so he got really big the past few days. Over all Norman loves your cat, and that he brings comfort to him too! Norman loves to cuddle with you and your cat during rainy days or really cold winter days!
Carrie:
Carrie has been feeding your cat too! So she noticed that your cat is getting fatter, which means he's eating well! Carrie loves him so much, because of his chubbiness and how your cat is just too cute for Carrie to resist!
Carrie has tried to not feed him too much, because cats can get really lazy if they're too fat and not being energetic enough. If Carrie doesn't feed your cat, your cat will be bugging both you and Carrie for food and treats, which makes Carrie tear up because she doesn't want to make your cat too fat and how he keeps pawing at Carrie's legs! Which you ended up letting Carrie feed him since you felt bad for both of them!
Sinclair Brothers: (Bo, Vincent, & Lester)
The Sinclair brothers were really surprised that your cat got chubbier! Bo thinks your cat needs to lose weight, Vincent thinks your cat is fine, and Lester thinks that your cat is a cuddly squishy pet!
Your cat is like a comforter for Vincent! Vincent has been petting him and feeding him, and your cat loves hanging out with Vincent because of his quietness. Your cat also loves hanging out with Lester because of his playfulness! Lester would squish your cat's chubby belly, his cheeks, anywhere where his body is chubby! Your cat thinks Bo is a scary man, because of his angry face he always has. But once your cat gets really comfortable with Bo, your cat will be bugging him for cuddles in no time!
Patrick:
Patrick thinks your cat needs to lose weight. Sometimes Patrick gets ticked off when your cat keeps on meowing for food, or for something else. Patrick doesn't like pets, because pets are always messy. Patrick's ego is sometimes ruined from how messy your cat leaves behind, whether it's from eating, drinking, or getting out of the cat litter..
You've told Patrick that he'll have to learn to love your cat! Patrick didn't believe you because he doesn't like your cat leaving behind messes. So, it took this up-tight man a few weeks to like your cat. Your cat would make him feel better by sitting on his lap while sleeping. Your cat would make Patrick laugh from you playing with him and his toys!
Chucky & Tiffany:
Chucky is not really a big fan of pets, but Tiffany is! Tiffany thinks your cat is so adorable, his purring is what makes Tiffany love him even more! Chucky thinks your cat is okay, just a few pats here and there but nothing much. Tiffany loves feeding your cat treats because of how he'll always head butt his bowl to her! Chucky would also feed him treats whenever you ask him if he can, and he'll also pet him after once you get his treats!
Sometimes you and Tiffany would see Chucky sleeping on the couch with your cat on his lap. Tiffany would coo at how adorable they both look, and she would definitely take a few pictures with you in it for memories! Chucky and Tiffany don't care if your cat is chubby, they both love to cuddle with him!
Jason:
Jason would always carry your cat around the cabin! Your cat loves being carried around by Jason or you, so he wouldn't have to walk around and just lay on you or Jason's arms! Your cat would always look for Jason, because he either wants to be carried around or just sleep on his lap while getting head rubs while going to sleep.
Jason loves to feed your cat while you are doing something or you're at work! Jason feels really bad when he feeds your cat too much, because he thinks that you're going to be angry at him. Bless his big heart, because you would never be mad at him! You said to Jason that it was okay to feed him more, but you'll have to try other ways to get your cat to be a little more energetic!
OG Michael:
Michael thought your cat was pregnant. You told Michael that your cat is a male, and your cat tends to eat more because of his favorite food you always bring. Sometimes your cat would be on Michael's lap and just sleep, while Michael is stiff as a board so that he doesn't try moving and wake up your cat.
Whenever Michael gets back from his killings, he'll see that your cat is by the window waiting for him! Michael has been giving your cat head pats and rubs, but not a lot of cuddles since he's not really a cuddly person. Which is fine since your cat likes getting pats and rubs from Michael and cuddles from you!
Billy & Stu:
Billy is not really a cat lover, because he thinks all cats scratch you whenever they want. But your cat is different from other cats, and that is your cat is a lazy house cat. Billy likes to look at what your cat likes to do, so mostly what Billy has seen that your cat has done is just sleeping and eating!
Stu loves petting your cat! Stu will squish your cat's cheeks, tummy, and probably his arms too! Stu would definitely give your cat so many treats because of how cute he is, and he would also try and cuddle with your cat while going to sleep! While you are gone doing something or at work, Billy and Stu would be calling you so many times saying that your cat's favorite food is all gone! Billy and Stu will also try to get your cat moving around the house since he's been getting a little fatter!
Billy Lenz & Brahms:
Now there's two cats in the house to feed! Billy's cat and your cat! Billy's cat is a female and her name is Penny! Penny loves to cuddle by him when she's cold or she just wants to sleep! Billy loves to squish your cat and cuddle with him and his cat!
Brahms thinks that you'll have more mouths to feed! Brahms thought your cat is like Billy's cat, because she likes to scratch Brahms' arms, legs, or literally anywhere. But Brahms examined your cat for a little bit. Brahms saw how your cat is always sleeping in the sunlight or either sleeping on your lap or Billy's! So Brahms decided to carry your cat just like Billy's cat, and your cat seemed to just let Brahms hold him! So Brahms has a new favorite cat to cuddle with!
Thomas & Bubba:
Thomas and Bubba have never had pets, so seeing a really chubby cat makes them interested in what he does! Thomas and Bubba would always see your cat sleeping on mama Luda's rocking chair or either somewhere in the house where there's sunlight! These two would also see your cat getting head pats and rubs from uncle Monty or Drayton! Nubbins and Chop-top would do weird stuff to the cat that would eventually leave scratches on their faces for bothering your cat..
Mama Luda would carry your cat around and feed him when she has time! Hoyt just tells you that your cat needs to lose weight.. Thomas and Bubba would be able to help you and your cat! After these two saw what your cat likes to do, they started caring for him too! Thomas would feed him before washing his hands, because he's been chopping up meat for the family in the basement! Bubba would be playing with him and his chicken, Mr. Waddles! Waddles tend to poke your cat with his peak and which your cat just sleeps through it. Bubba would also put on dresses that he made for Waddles and your cat, and play dress up!
The Lost Boys: (David, Dwayne, Paul, & Marko)
All four of them think your cat is going to scratch them! David was the first to examine if he's going to scratch, so he poked your cat to see if he was going to react. Your cat was asleep so of course not he wouldn't even react! You found all of them poking your cat, which made you pissed because clearly they don't see that your cat is trying to sleep!
You told them after telling them to stop poking your cat, that your cat is a lazy house cat so he's not really a verocious cat. But your cat will scratch them if they keep on poking him like that. So seeing that the boys understand why your cat didn't react, they all started petting and rubbing him! They all took turns on who gets to feed and who gets to pet and cuddle with your cat! They also said whoever feeds your cat gets to cuddle with you too!
Hannibal & Will:
When you first showed them your chubby cat, Hannibal and Will asked you questions if it was normal for your cat to look like that. You replied yes, but since your cat doesn't like walking, he's just a lazy house cat! Hannibal has been around dogs so he knows a lot of things about them. Same with Will, his special animals are his 7 dogs! Will's 7 dogs love to sniff around your cat and just examine him.
Will's dogs boop their noses at your cat, seeing that your cat is still sleeping, they'll leave your cat alone until he wakes up! Once your cat wakes up Will's dogs will be licking, sniffing, and booping their noses at your cat! Hannibal would pet your cat while he's in his recliner reading a book! Will would definitely sleep with you, your cat, Hannibal, and his dogs in one big bed! Over all, all of them love your cat and you!
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How slashers sleep with their s/o
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Thomas hewitt
It was awhile till his mother allowed you and him to sleep together til you two got married.. every since then, during the cold months, surprisingly in Texas, Thomas was your natural heater. He was also very clingy during his sleep to your surprise. He would wrap his arms around you and when you woke up before him he was holding you tightly planning to not let you go. You had to wake him up and beg him, eventually he letted you go.
Brahms heelshire
Clingy. No words can describe as much as how clingy he is in his sleep. He also snores loudly in your ear, and he also talks in his sleep. It's a bit annoying that you eventually get used to it. Before, you used to push him off you, but in the morning, you'd wake up in his arms tightly, and even when he did wake up, he wouldn't let you go.
Micheal Myers
He's not as clingy as the rest but some days you'll wake up next to him laying on his back and holding one arm around you.. sometimes your even lucky to have him in bed by the next day. He'll leave randomly at night without no warnings or messages. But eventually you stood up to him and told him to atleast tell you where he was.. now he writes notes on the counter and everything He'll write a poorly drawn heart. Which you smile at everything.
Billy lenz
He clings onto you during his sleep. He's kind of like brahms, but he doesn't snore, but he does sleep walk. So sometimes, when you get up to the middle of the night to get a drink of water, you see Billy walking around. It kind of freaks you out, but you got used to his sleep walking.
Bubba sawyer
He's extremely clingy, and he also blabbers himself in his sleep. Usually, in the morning, you wake up to no blankets because bubba is wrapped around the blankets like a burrito! You thinks it's adorable, it never gets old.
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Stranger Things Preferences
Their Pet Name for you.
(Featuring: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Billy Hargrove, Jonathan Byers, Dmitri Antonov, Jim Hopper, Alexei, Murray Bauman, Robin Buckley, Argyle, Henry/001)
Warnings: Mentions of sex. This blog is 18+ Minors do not interact.
A/N: My first preference! There will be quite a few of these across quite a few fandoms so if you'd like to be tagged in future preferences or future stranger things posts please let me know in the comments! :) Also any Russian is taken straight from google translate so pre-apologies if I have butchered it! Enjoy!
Steve Harrington
Steve keeps his pet names quite generic, baby, babe, sweetheart. It's not so much the names he uses but how he says them. Most of the time he's most comfortable using the shortened version of your name or nickname he has for you, but the amount of affection he would put into it would make you melt. If he's being especially flirtatious you'd even occasionally get doll. He doesn't miss the effect it has on you when he calls you that.
Eddie Munson
Eddie is as theatrical with his pet names as he is with anything else in life. He loves to call you princess, especially during Hellfire meetings when he can incorporate you into his campaign. I think Eddie would switch between a few pet names to try to keep it interesting, baby, sunshine, sweetheart. It doesn't matter what he calls you it never fails to give you butterflies. Let's not pretend that if you two are hanging out in his trailer while you joke around and play air guitar together that he doesn't call you his little Rockstar.
Billy Hargrove
Billy's pet names for you depend on two things; his mood, and who you are around. In public you're only getting the less heartfelt pet names, he refers to you as his girl a lot in front of other people. Not only does he love the small smile it brings to your face but it also feeds into his possessive side, knowing that everyone knows you are his. When you two are alone and have been together for a while, Billy finally shoes a softer side of himself. He will compliment you a lot and attach all sort of pet names to those compliments, baby, sugar, sweet thing, still loving to resort to calling you his girl. You're mad at him and he's trying to make it up to you? Get ready for him to bargain his way back into your arms, wrapping his arms around you as he whispers in your ear, "Come on sweetheart, you know you can't stay mad at me."
Jonathan Byers
This soft, shy, adorable baby will probably be hesitant to use pet names for a long time. I honestly doubt you would hear them until you two begin to get intimate and he's too lost in the moment to think about what he's saying. He's pussy drunk and rambling into your neck, pet names would all be soft and sweet while he's chasing his high, beautiful and sweetheart would be at the top of his list. Getting high in his room? This sweet man would be telling you how you're his sunshine, rambling on in his delirium about how you light up his life.
Dmitri Antonov
While this man's English is very good, he still prefers to use pet names in Russian. There's something about the way he looks at you with his intense gaze as he slips back into his native tongue that just turns you into an absolute puddle. His favourites include ĐșĐŸŃĐ”ĐœĐŸĐș (kitten) and ĐŒĐŸŃ Đ»ŃĐ±ĐŸĐČŃ (my love). The thought of this man holding you while you curl up in bed for the night, arms wrapped around you while he whispers endearing words in Russian into your ear is enough to bring butterflies to your stomach.
Jim Hopper
Let's not pretend like for a goooooooood while this man affectionately refers to you as kid even if you are barely a few years younger than him. He's a tough shell of a man that will refuse to open up or show his feelings for a long time, but when he does you realise its worth the wait. He doesn't throw around pet names and words of endearment a lot as he prefers to save them for moments when he feels it's right. When it's just the two of you and you're sharing a soft moment, sometimes referring to you as darling in his softer moments. Occasionally you might even get a cheeky baby.
Alexei
Another Russian baby, this adorable man will always call you pet names in Russian, it doesn't matter how much his English has improved. It just means more to him coming from his native tongue. His regular go to include ĐłĐŸĐ»ŃĐ±Ń (Dove) and ĐŒĐžĐ»ŃĐč (Darling). Although, Murray taught him how Americans us Pumpkin as a term of endearment as a way to screw with you both and now it's one of Alexei's favourite things to call you. Jokes on Murray because seeing Alexei's face light up as he reaches for you and calls you pumpkin is enough to fall even more in love with him.
Murray Bauman
I feel like Murray cannot find it in himself to call you soft names to start off with. He's still confused by the fact that you even want to be with him, he's not going to possibly embarrass himself further using some pet names that might cross some invisible line he's set up for himself. He refers to as lady a lot, or another unique name that fits your looks of personality. Once this man is comfortable and more secure in your relationship I think the names would still stay light and not too sensitive. You would definitely get honey a lot, I don't think Murray would be able to resist yelling through the house when he gets home, "Honey, I'm home!"
Robin Buckley
Robin would also keep her pet names generic just like her bestie Steve, but less out of originality and more just to play it safe. Robin would have some insecurities going into a relationship after all the careful steps she took just to get to where you two are now. She is hesitant at first to say the wrong thing so she sticks to a lot of sweetheart and babe. One day you were spending time together and she slipped up and called you buttercup. She panicked for a second worrying what you would think of the nickname, but seeing your smile wiped all of those worries away and it became one of her favourite pet names so far.
Argyle
Okay so we all know this cutie is not going to call you any conventional pet names unless he's sober which is not very often. You're going to get a lot of my dude and bro but he does really mean it affectionately with you. Other than that you're definitely going to get a lot of made up names that mean absolutely nothing but to him they mean a lot; wicked lady, cream puff, anything. He would totally refer to you as "my queen" when he lets you into the van which he refers to as your chariot. Your favourite pet name would be the time he said, "My pretty girl is gonna get all the pizza she wants" he couldn't understand your reaction as you couldn't think of what to say next after hearing Argyle call you his pretty girl.
Henry/001
I whole heartedly believe this man would refer to you as pet. He does mean it endearingly but he also can't resist how you scrunch your nose up at hearing the teasing term. He also uses a lot of "My little..." whether it be bird, bunny, dove. He constantly feels the need to protect you and he shows that in his terms of endearment by referring to you as small and innocent. I know this man would call you his good girl, and you will have to pry that thought out of my cold dead hands.
A/N: Hope you guys like this! Reminder that if you want to be tagged in future Stranger things posts or other preferences to let me know in the comments and ill create a tags list :)
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