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Ties That Bind

PAIRING: Aemond Targaryen X Reader

WORD COUNT: 6707

WARNINGS: canon typical cousin-cest

SUMMARY: After spending most of your childhood in the Red Keep, it’s hard to let go of the bonds you’ve formed even with war on the horizon.

A/N: It's been over a month since HOTD and I'm really rusty with writing so if you see bad writing, pretend you don't xx Please reblog, like, or leave a comment! I love hearing from you guys 💛

You were only two years of age when your mother, Laena Velaryon, and father, Daemon Targaryen, left you in King’s Landing while they went to deal with some business in Driftmark. Looking back, it’s unlikely that they intended for your stay to last longer than a few moons.

The weeks stretched into years, and as you began to serve as your Aunt Alicent’s ward, your parents had more daughters – your sisters, Baela and Rhaena. They visited once, after your cousin Rhaenyra had her son Luke. Your mother had hugged you so tight and for so long that you feared she would never let go. And your father…he couldn’t stop looking at you.

Only a few years after that visit, a raven came to the Red Keep from Pentos. Laena Velaryon was dead. Your Uncle Viserys was gentle enough while delivering the news. He sat by your side, ready to console you if you cried. When you didn’t, he felt safe dismissing you from his chambers.

“She’s in shock.” you heard Alicent whisper as you left the room. Perhaps she was right. Perhaps it would not hit you until you were at the burial.

That was not the case.

Long after Lord Vaemond’s eulogy and everyone returned to the castle, you stood on those cliffs staring out into the sea where your mother’s body now lay. It was a strange feeling knowing that she was gone. You felt the loss in your heart, but there was no grief, no pain…you were not even certain that you would miss her.

A part of you was ashamed to feel that way, which is perhaps the reason why you felt the need to hug your father tightly when you were reunited for the first time in years. You wanted him to believe you mourned her as your sisters did. And you hoped being with your family would help you feel that pain. It was a misguided hope.

You were pulled out of your thoughts by the sound of gravel crunching under approaching feet. It was Aemond.

He walked over and stood beside you, searching the horizon with his eyes to spot whatever it was you were gazing so intently at. With you being a few years older than him, you stood a head taller, but he was growing fast.

Eventually, he realised that you were not looking at any specific thing and turned his gaze to you. He looked at you through squinted eyes due to the gusts of wind blowing his long silver hair into his eyes.

He examined your face for sometime before asking, “Are you sad?”

A simple question it was not. You thought of how you’d feel if your cousins, or Uncle Viserys and Aunt Alicent died and knew that you’d be inconsolable. You would not feel this…numb.

“I don’t know,” you chose to answer as you turned to face him, “She was my mother and I’m sad she’s gone, but…I never knew her really.”

Any grief you felt was over never getting the chance to know your mother.

These were not thoughts you’d share with anyone, but Aemond wasn’t just anyone. With no dragons to claim, you chose each other. He was your closest friend and ally, and you were certain that there was not a single person in the seven kingdoms that knew your heart better.

Aemond slipped his hand into yours and gave it a gentle squeeze. He knew how conflicted you were without the thought being expressed, and he wanted to be your comfort.

You looked down at him and smiled softly, “Thank you. For coming to make sure I was alright.”

“Mother sent me,” he said quickly, sounding flustered. He never liked admitting how much he cared.

“Of course she did,” you chuckled just as a blush coloured his cheeks, “Come, let’s return inside.”

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You were not sure how late it was. All you knew was that you’d been put to bed a few hours earlier but had chosen to read while your sisters snuck out of the room. That reading was interrupted by chatter and yelling coming from down the hall. You would not describe yourself as a particularly nosy child, but the amount of voices made you curious as to why so many people were awake at this hour.

Following the voices, you approached a room where the noise was loudest and pushed the door open. Your father, Daemon, was standing by it and as you looked around the room, you realised that everyone was here; your sisters, Rhaenyra, her children, Aegon and Aemond, your Aunts Rhaenys and Alicent, Uncle Viserys – there were even members of the Kinsguard present.

Aemond was sitting on a chair facing away from you, his mother standing in front of him. As your father pulled you closer to him, you meekly asked, “What happened?”

“Aemond stole Vhagar!” Baela spat harshly as she glared and pointed at him

You shifted your gaze to Aemond who had slightly turned around at the sound of your voice. As soon as your eyes landed on him, your blood ran cold and the air seemed to leave your lungs. There was a jagged scar running down the left side of his face, and his eye was swollen and stitched shut.

Without thinking, you slipped out of your father’s hold and brushed past your sisters, Rhaenyra and her children to reach Aemond, ignoring the looks from everyone in the room.

Aemond looked hesitant as you raised a hand to his face, your fingers brushing his cheek, but even that was too sensitive and he winced in pain.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and blinked back tears asking, “Vhagar did this?”

He shook his head and looked at his mother. You turned to face her and saw her burning gaze focused directly at Rhaenyra who was bleeding from one arm and shielding Luke with the other.

Realisation dawned on you in that moment. “Luke?” you gasped as the boy cowered behind his mother. You couldn’t believe it. What reason could he possibly have had to hurt Aemond?

“There is no need to start this quarrel up again,” Rhaenys said, “We should get the children cleaned up and put them to bed.”

Everyone nodded, mumbling words of agreement as they started to clear out the room.

“Come, Y/N,” Daemon reached out a hand as he summoned you from across the room.

You stared at him for a moment then looked at Aemond whose eye was still on you.

“Uncle Viserys?” he turned to look at you, an eyebrow raised, “Please may I go with Aemond?”

Viserys looked over your head, no doubt to your father, before letting out a sigh. “Of course, you may,” he cracked a smile, “But don’t stay awake too late.”

You smiled thankfully and returned to Aemond who was being helped out of his chair by Alicent. Almost everyone had left the room now, but Daemon remained by the door, watching you. You took Aemond’s hand in yours as you walked out of the room with Alicent and the Maester trailing behind you.

Alicent allowed you stay with Aemond for the night. She knew that both you and her son needed each other that night. He was laid on his back facing the ceiling, two pillows cradling his head to minimise movement. You climbed into bed beside him when he’d finished his tea and held his hand gently under the blankets.

“Does it hurt terribly?” you whispered after staring at him for a while.

“It did,” he said, “But the Maester’s tea is helping.”

You could see him trying to turn his head to face you completely, but wincing every time he moved it. It broke your heart to see him in so much pain. You didn’t realise when you started to cry.

“I’m so sorry this happened,” you spoke through tears as you squeezed his hand.

Aemond was quiet at first, but then you saw a tear roll out of his eye and disappear into his silver locks. “I thought you would be angry with me.”

“Angry?” you asked, wiping your eyes, “Why would I be angry with you?”

“I thought– Baela and Rhaena said–” he started through sniffles, “I should’ve given you a chance to claim Vhagar before I did.”

He thought he had stolen your chance at having a dragon, and that you would resent him for it.

“Vhagar chose you,” you reassured him, “She wasn’t mine to claim.”

Aemond seemed to blow out a breath of relief as more tears rolled down the side of his face and into his hair.

You decided to change the subject to make him a big happier, "Once I find a dragon, you could teach me how to claim it."

"And then you and I can go flying together," he said, his tone sounding lighter, eager, "We could race each other around King's Landing!"

"We could fly anywhere we want," you said, intertwining your fingers with his, "Just us."

Aemond did his best to look at you properly as a soft smile formed on his lips, "Just us."

You moved up in the bed and hugged him close. He didn't say anything even when your tears surely soaked through his shirt, and so you didn't let go even after he'd fallen asleep. Not even as you drifted off as well.

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It was dawn when you suddenly woke up. The sun was just starting to peek over the horizon. You glanced over at Aemond who was finally sleeping soundly. He'd woken up twice during the night crying in pain. Only milk of the poppy could ease his plight and allow him to return to his slumber.

The Maester said it would remain like that for next few nights. Alicent seemed even more terrified for Aemond, but you didn't care. You were going to stay by his side and help him through it. When he woke during the night, you whispered that promise to him over and over again, and his body seemed to calm.

Carefully, you slipped your hand out of Aemond's and climbed out of the bed. You gave him one last glance to make sure he was still sleeping before tiptoeing out of the room and returning to your own chambers.

As soon as you entered, you came face to face with your handmaiden, May.

"My Lady," she curtseyed, "Your father is expecting you in Princess Rhaneyra's chambers."

It was an odd request, but you went anyway. You noticed that your sisters were not in their beds and assumed they would be with your father as well.

When you finally arrived at Rhaenyra's chambers, Daemon was visibly annoyed. He turned to you, his hands resting on the hilt of his sword.

"Where were you?" he asked, though it sounded more like an accusation.

You nervously glanced at Rhaenyra who was standing beside him before explaining yourself, "Uncle Viserys said I could go with Aemond."

"Yes, to escort him to his chambers, not spend the night," he snapped, eyes burning deep into you.

His anger was unexpected. You and Aemond had practically shared a bedchamber since you were small. He would often climb into your bed late into the night and you into his. After some time, Alicent no longer cared to send you off to separate rooms, knowing come the morning, you would be found curled up next to each other sleeping soundly.

Of course, your father wouldn't know that. He was never there.

"I'm sorry, father," you bowed your head, mostly to avoid his eyes.

"It does not matter," he grunted, "I called you here to tell you that we will be returning to Dragonstone today."

The news was unsurprising considering what happened to Aemond. It was good they would be gone while he recovered.

"I need you to go and pack your things," he continued, "We will be leaving soon."

You froze. He could not be suggesting what you thought.

"Why?"

"Because you are coming with us," Rhaenyra answered. Coming from her lips, it sounded more like a declaration.

You began to panic as you looked between the two. "But…I don't want to," you said as you took a step back, "I wish to return to King's Landing."

They both seemed taken aback by that. Rhaenyra shared a glance with Daemon before stepping closer and taking your hand.

"Y/N, your father is going to Dragonstone. Your sisters too," she smiled encouragingly as she crouched down slightly, "Don't you want to be with them?"

"I want to go home," you snatched your hand away, suddenly terrified of how this situation may unfold. You couldn’t leave. Not now.

Not once did Daemon shift his stance. He just stood there, weight resting on one foot as he stated, "We're your family."

It was true. But your sisters had never needed you, and you questioned whether your father ever did either. What had changed? Why did he want you with him now that your mother was gone and Aemond needed you the most?

"Aemond is family too," you whispered, your gaze never leaving your father's.

Daemon rarely lost composure, but in that moment you saw anger awakened in him. He titled his head and narrowed his eyes before moving closer to you.

"That little cunt stole your mother's dragon," he hissed, "Your dragon."

That set you off. Your fists clenched at your sides and your skin felt like it was burning.

"You cannot steal a dragon," Daemon reacted to that like you had spit in his face, "And I don't want to go to Dragonstone, I don’t want to leave Aemond. I want to return to King’s Landing with Uncle Viserys.”

Daemon was silent as he watched you. He meant to intimidate you, but you were too angry to be affected. Rhaenyra’s eyes were trained on him, seemingly concerned about what he might do.

"I am your father,” he said after a moment’s silence, “You will do as I say."

He brushed past you as he walked out of the room and that was that. Tears began to well in your eyes as you looked down at the ground. You promised Aemond that you would be there for him. You promised…and then you didn’t see him for six years.

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In some ways, being on Dragonstone had not been the worst thing imaginable. You cherished the opportunity to form relationships with your sisters, and your cousins Jace, Luke and Joffrey. But even as you grew closer to them, they could not replace the people you had lost.

For a time, the relationship with your father was improved. It was only in recent years when his many attempts to have you betrothed had been rejected by you that your relationship soured. You could not provide him with a reason for your rejections despite the suitability of many of the matches, and so he washed his hands off of you.

Your father loved you. You knew he did. But he loved other things – and people – more. It was a reality you came to accept in the years living with him.

When Rhaenyra announced that the family would be travelling to King's Landing on short notice, you could barely contain your excitement. You did not care that it was to go and defend Luke's claim to the Driftwood throne, all that mattered was that you were going to see your family again.

Arriving in King’s Landing on dragon back for the first time was surreal. You did not wait to see the Senryr taken into the dragon pit by the keepers, nor did you wait for your sisters or cousins when you landed. The only thing on your mind was finding Aemond and...well, you did not know what you would do or say yet. But you knew you needed to see him.

Starting at Aemond's old chambers, you were surprised to find Alicent coming out of the room.

"Aunt Alicent," you breathed as she wrapped you in a hug.

She was beaming when she pulled away, even stepping back to take in your appearance. "Y/N," she gasped and cupped your face in her hands, "How you've grown!"

You smiled and looked to your feet as heat rose to your cheeks. "How is Uncle?" you asked, offering a sympathetic smile.

Her face immediately dropped, eyes glazing over as her lip twitched. She didn't have to say it. It was as everyone feared – he did not have long left in him.

"I'm sorry."

She nodded, accepting your condolences before plastering another smile on her face, "Were you looking for Aemond? He'll be on his way to the throne room. For the hearing."

"I'll go there now," you pecked her cheek and hurried down the hall.

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The sheer amount of people filtering into the throne room was clear indication to the importance of this particular hearing. Rhaenyra was standing with your father at the very front of the room on the right side of the aisle. You bowed your head and briskly walked towards them to stand with your cousins.

On the opposite side of the aisle, you spotted white hair very similar to yours on three heads. One of them was sweet Helaena, and Aegon was more than likely the man standing next to her looking bored. Towering over the both of them was Aemond. His hands were clasped behind his back, long hair cascading over his shoulders. The eye patch gave him away instantly.

You sucked in a sharp breath when you saw him, and as if he’d heard you, he snapped his head in your direction. Even from this distance, you saw the way his eye widened ever so slightly upon making eye contact. Every inch of you wanted to dart across the room and throw yourself into him, but you knew what the consequences of such a public display would be.

Where you were anxious and jittery, Aemond froze at the sight of you. He'd gathered that you were in the Red Keep when he encountered his nephews in the courtyard, and yet he was still so unprepared to see you again. Instantly his walls began to crumble and he found himself scrambling to keep them standing.

You smiled at him and he melted, but he could not let you see that. Instead of returning it, he turned away from you and faced the Iron throne. It was an unexpected action, but it didn't hurt yet. Perhaps he had not actually seen you.

You kept your eyes on him for the rest of the hearing, hoping to gain his attention – to no avail. When the entire farce of a hearing was ended, you tried to call out to Aemond, but he disappeared amongst the crowd of people.

He spent the rest of the day avoiding you, much to your frustration. It is why you were glad to hear that Viserys had requested to have his entire family join him for dinner. Before Aemond could protest or find another place at the table, you occupied the seat next to him, hoping it would force him into acknowledging you.

It did not work.

Despite being sat right beside him, Aemond made no move to speak to you or even look in your direction. He was actively ignoring your presence, and it would be a lie to say it did not cut you deeply.

It remained that way for most of the night. At one point, he actually turned his chair away from you to watch Jace and Helaena dance. It wasn’t until after his toast to your cousins and the scuffle which followed that he acknowledged your existence.

Everyone but you was on their feet, a few guards held Jace and Luke back as Aemond stared your father down. For a brief second he glanced in your direction, a second that felt like a lifetime, then he turned, hummed to himself in annoyance, and strutted out of the room. Without thinking about it, you rose to your feet and followed him out, ignoring the stares of confusion from your father and Rhaenyra.

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Outside Aemond's room, you raised a hand, intending to knock, but decided against it and pushed the door open. The two of you never knocked in the past, why should it be any different now?

Aemond was sitting in a leather chair by the fireplace, one hand resting on the arm while he cracked the knuckles of his other hand. He paused when you entered and tilted his head slightly to see you with his right eye. Once he confirmed it was you, he turned back to the fireplace, not acknowledging you at all.

You scoffed and looked around the room, spotting a gold chalice and some wine sitting on a high table on the opposite side of the room. You walked over to it and filled the chalice before approaching Aemond. He finally lifted his head to look at you when you held out the cup for him.

“What are you doing here?” the smoothest Valyrian danced off his tongue as he accepted the wine from you.

You smirked and raised a brow. “He speaks,” you said, “I was beginning to fear that you had taken a sacred vow of silence. One that only applies to me, of course.”

He scoffed and took a sip of the wine, ignoring your comment. Despite his attempts to pretend you didn’t exist, you did not miss the way his body tensed as you sat down on the arm of the chair.

“Your Valyrian has improved.” Improved was an understatement. His accent was perfect.

Aemond shook his head and downed the drink before rising to his feet. “‘Tis impolite to enter one’s chambers without first knocking,” he said, his back to you.

The hostility was less amusing now and increasingly annoying. “You’ve grown bitter,” you narrowed your eyes at him from where you were seated.

He turned to face you and cocked his head to the side, “I’d like to think I’ve grown honest.”

“It was unnecessary,” you said, referring to his toast.

He smirked when he caught on to what you were talking about. “It was fun.”

You cracked a smile at that and Aemond’s lip twitched, his eye gleaming. Slowly, you pushed yourself off the chair and walked closer to him. He didn’t even flinch when you came so close that he could feel the warmth radiating off of you.

“You don’t talk as much you used to,” you whispered, your tone sad “You don’t smile either.”

He seemed so…guarded. He was looking at you like you were some kind of predator that he had to protect himself from. You wanted to reach out and touch him, but feared how he might react.

“Much has changed,” he said with the tiniest shrug, “It has been six years.”

Six years of yearning, you wanted to say.

Time had passed, it was true, but that did not explain why he felt so far from you. Or why he’d been ignoring you since you arrived. Bonds like the one you shared are not so easily damaged, nor broken.

“You have changed,” you said, eyeing him in the least discreet way possible.

He too drank you in unashamedly, taking his time from the bottom of your embroidered silk dress, to the top of your silvery-white, curly hair, before finally meeting your gaze. He looked seconds away from saying something, or doing something, but then he caught himself and shook his head.

“As have you,” he chose to say instead. The words came out steady, but when you glanced down, his fists were clenched tight. You reached out to take his hand and he moved back.

"Why are you being like this?" you snapped, though you never raised your voice, "What have I done to upset you?"

He was taken aback by your straightforward question. His plan had been to maintain a wary distance from you until you left again. He did not want to dig into memories of the past...but he couldn't deny you answers when you looked at him with such desperate and confused eyes.

He licked his lips and confessed two words, "You left."

You stepped back in surprise. That was it? Of all the things you may have done to earn such a cold reception from him, leaving him all those years ago never once crossed your mind.

"What?" you practically spluttered.

“You abandoned me,” he reiterated.

“Aemond, you can’t possibly be angry with me over that,” you smiled nervously though you were confused, “You must know I had no intention of leaving you.”

His voice was measured, unemotional. “And yet, you did.”

“I was a child. I could not have prevented them from taking me anymore than you could have.”

He was unconvinced and looked away from you.

“Aemond.”

He didn't respond.

“Aemond, would you look at me.” You grabbed his chin to force him into facing you. With reluctance, he met your gaze.

“My mother had just died. And seeing you hurt that night, pained me more than standing at her funeral,” you whispered it like a dark secret, “That is how deeply I care for you.”

Aemond was stubborn – more so than you – but his features softened at your admission.

The day he woke to find that you had left was the worst pain he had ever felt. He'd been inconsolable for weeks, even attempting to fly Vhagar to Dragonstone and bring you home. But when the tears dried and the irrational thoughts quieted, Aemond came to understand what he had to do to move on. He chose to forget the things he had lost. He chose to forget you.

Despite what you’ve admitted, you do not look away from him shyly, or run away in embarrassment. You keep your gaze steady so that he knows your heart is true.

Your voice trembles slightly as you lower your hand from his chin and ask, “Do you understand?”

He hesitates before nodding slowly. Not once since the day you left had he allowed himself to imagine that you might say anything like that. He spent years hating that you were his weakness. Resenting the fact that years later, he still felt the ache of missing you when he lay in bed at night and you were not there beside him.

And even though he successfully hid his true feelings from everyone else, he could never fool himself.

“I’ve often thought about that night,” he muttered so quietly that it was as if he was speaking to himself, “When I do, this,” he points to his eye patch, “is not the loss I mourn. It is you.”

You sucked in a sharp breath.

“You cared for me?”

“I breathed for you,” he said, then dropped his gaze to the floor in embarrassment, “I fear I still do.”

You let out an exasperated laugh, "Aemond, why would that be something to fear?"

He looked up from the ground and met your eyes with an intensity that made your smile falter. Your heart began to race as he took a step closer, and almost instinctively you moved to him.

He raised a hand to the side of your face and tucked your hair behind your ear. Then he let his hand fall to your cheek where he stroked it gently and lightly brushed your bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. You sighed and leaned into his touch, raising a hand to his and holding it just where he cradled your face.

"I fear it," he started as he looked over your face, committing every detail of it to his memory, "because you will not stay. And you are not mine."

"Now is not then," you whispered, "If you want me, Aemond...then I am yours."

With that, he leaned down, his lips hovering over yours as he paused to take in your scent – sweet and earthy – before capturing them in a kiss. He knew that after this there was no returning to what once was. There would be no 'forgetting' this time. He knew this, and he eagerly accepted it.

His hands gripped your waist. You pulled him closer, wanting – no, needing to disappear into him. His scent, his touch, his kiss. It was dizzying, euphoric, and you fell into him happily.

"We must stop," you breathed between kisses, "Anyone could find us."

Aemond didn't respond as he chased your lips fervently.

"We must stop," you repeated, this time gently pushing away from him. You stopped to gather your thoughts, one hand pressed against his heaving chest. You could not look at him, no. If you did, you feared you would not leave this room again.

"We ought to return to the table," you said as you began walking to the door, "You and I have been gone for too long, they will begin to search for us."

You waited by the door until you heard Aemond's footsteps follow behind you. He stopped beside you, one hand on the door handle.

"You'll stay this time," the familiar lilt at the end of a question being asked was missing, but the hesitance in his voice and the pleading look in his eye showed he was asking.

You slipped your hand into his, just as you had done so many times as children, and with conviction answered, "I promise."

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By the time you returned to the dinner table, most of the food had already been cleared away. Luke, Jace and your sisters were dressed in their cloaks and being escorted outside by the guards while your father and Rhaenyra spoke to Alicent and Otto.

You shared a confused glance with Aemond before approaching the four.

“What is happening?”

Your father's head snapped up at the sound of your voice. “Come,” he motioned you over, “Your things are already in the carriage outside.”

“In the carriage?” you frowned, “What for? Where are we going?”

Rhaenyra sighed heavily, "Back to Dragonstone."

“But we've only just arrived,” you chuckled, "Why the hurry to leave?"

An answer was not given, but Rhaenyra's quick glance over your shoulder to Aemond said it all.

“We never intended to stay long,” she offered instead.

Your father motioned you over once again, “Say your farewells then go and get Senryr.”

The request came out like a man ordering his pup to fetch his shoe. He had no sympathy for the position he was forcing you into yet again, and did not care to pretend to show compassion to you. His daughter. It did nit make you sad, it made you angry.

“No.”

Daemon reacted as though you had just slapped him across the cheek.

“What?”

You stepped back to stand by Aemond's side. “I said no,” you repeated, jutting out your chin, “You cannot make me leave, Father. Not again.”

He narrowed his eyes at you. “I am not asking, Y/N,” he spoke slowly, “You will do as I say.”

It used to terrify you when he spoke in that intimidating tone, even though you knew your father would never harm you.

Perhaps that knowledge is what gave you the courage to say, “I am not leaving.”

Daemon was not often challenged, especially not by his children. He'd known from a young age that of all his children, you had inherited the worst of his temper. Your defiance was not only aggravating, it was insulting.

He stepped towards you, but before he could take another, Aemond moved in front of you protectively. The bold action stunned everyone in the room — including yourself.

Aemond was a good few decades younger than Daemon and therefore little challenge to your father. His wordless threat only indicated one of three things: stupidity, arrogance, or...

You ignored the suspicious looks thrown between you and Aemond as you placed a hand on his arm and squeezed it gently. He broke his stare down with your father and looked down at you. Upon seeing the pleading look in your eyes, he stepped back to your side but remained close enough that your arm was still brushing against his.

Daemon was seething. He could see what was happening right before his eyes. Many years back when you'd refused to return to Dragonstone, it was because of Aemond. All those proposals you had turned down were because of Aemond. Even your excitement to return to King's Landing – it was because of Aemond.

He'd known all along, but he'd never spoken it aloud, thinking it beneath him to even entertain the idea that his eldest daughter cared for a Hightower – be him Targaryen or not. But how could he ignore it when it was being thrown in his face like this?

"He," he nodded his head to Aemond, "is the reason you want to remain here?"

Rhaenyra quickly stepped in to diffuse the situation. "There is no need for this," she looked directly at you as she spoke before turning to Alicent, "I will see the children back to Dragonstone, then I shall return on dragon back."

That barely seemed to satisfy Daemon. And if Rhaenyra was suggesting that she could return and convince you to leave, she would be in for a surprise. Alicent was the only one who seemed happy with this solution. She embraced Rhaenyra with a regretful smile as Daemon walked towards you.

Your body stiffened as he approached. He glared at Aemond before looking down to address you, "You may not have to choose today, but you will soon."

He gave you a long look before placing his hand on the hilt of Dark Sister and turning to leave the room. Deep down, you knew he was right. Your Uncle was fading fast, and once he was gone, lines would be drawn and sides would have to be chosen. You only hoped that you had some time before then.

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It was difficult to part with your sisters after growing so close over the years. You would miss not having them around, but you knew they would never stay. They still hated Aemond for what happened that fateful night years ago, and neither could understand why or how you were able to forgive him. You didn't know how to tell them that to you, there had been nothing to forgive.

You remained by Aemond's side as Alicent showed you to your chambers, each of you like the other's shadow. Alicent was walking ahead of you and when she noticed you trailing behind, she stopped and turned to look at you both.

She raised a brow as she looked between you. "Aemond, I believe your room is down the other way," she pointed to the hallway leading in the opposite direction to where you were heading.

Aemond glanced at the hallway, then to you, and back to his mother. He seemed lost.

She ushered him away, "You may have spent your younger years sleeping in each others' beds, but there will be no more of that."

He nodded once and gave you a final look before walking off to his own chambers. You followed Alicent to the end of the hall where you parted ways at your room.

She was barely gone two minutes when you heard a knock at the door. You knew who it was before you even opened it. Aemond stood there under your door frame, his shoulders hunched slightly, no doubt feeling guilty for defying his mother.

You didn't say a word, you simply stepped aside to let him in. He kicked the door closed with his foot and moved closer, his knuckles brushing against the back of your hand.

"I want to sleep here with you. If you'll have me."

You turned and walked to a table at the other end of the room. You removed your bracelets, earrings and necklace and placed them on the table. Brushing your hair to the side, you looked over your shoulder at Aemond.

"Can you help me with these laces?"

He looked unsure at first before following you. His fingers trailed along your hip before finding the two laces and undoing them for you. There was a pause as he debated what to do next, then he stepped away and sat down on your bed just by your pillow.

You chuckled to yourself at his level of restraint and removed the sleeves of your dress, letting it fall to your feet. Stepping out of the dress, you could feel Aemond’s eyes on you as you removed the pins and ties in your hair and placed them on the table by your jewellery. There was no seduction in your actions. You were simply undressing, and he was simply watching you do it.

When you turned to look at Aemond, he had already kicked off his shoes and was now leaning against your headboard. He sat up when he saw you approaching, his gaze never wavering. There was so much love in his eyes, but it didn't make you shy, it made your heart race. You stopped when you were standing between his legs, resting your arms on his shoulders.

“How come you let your hair grow so long?” you asked as you ran your hand through his long, white locks. He didn’t answer, however. His eye was focused on something else.

His hand slid the hem of your slip higher up your thigh as his brow furrowed in concern. “What caused this?” he asked as he traced his fingers over two jagged scars on your knee and up your thigh.

“Senryr,” you sighed at the feeling of his touch, “She clawed me when I went to claim her. Tore my favourite dress to shreds.”

“Why did you go alone?” he asked, tracing higher to the very tip of the scar on your hip, “She could have killed you.”

You smiled as you looked down at him. “You claimed Vhagar alone,” he looked up at you as you gently stroked his jaw with your finger, “Perhaps if you’d been there to teach me, she never would have hurt me.”

He laughed then. A low, quiet one, but a laugh nonetheless. It lit up his entire face and made his eye sparkle. You felt your heart swell at seeing him so happy, so content.

You climbed over him and into the bed, slipping underneath the blanket, "Are you going to undress?"

He shook his head and climbed in after you, "I'm comfortable like this."

He lay facing you, his arm resting on your waist as he drew circles on the small of your back over your satin slip. You raised a hand to his cheek and touched the bottom of his scar.

"It wounded me when you ignored me today," you said to distract yourself from the question you wanted to ask.

Aemond chuckled, "That was the intention when I did it."

You rolled your eyes and giggled, but your gaze returned to his eyepatch. What did it look like under there? Aemond noticed your furrowed brows and understood what was playing on your mind.

Your hand hovered over the eyepatch, "May I?"

After a moment's hesitation, he nodded quickly, and removed it before he could change his mind.

A deep blue gem in the place where his left eye used to be. A sapphire, glimmering in the candlelight.

"Beautiful," you whispered absentmindedly as you stroked his cheek just below the sapphire eye.

He softened and pulled you closer to him, placing a light kiss on your lips. You curled into him and tucked your head under his chin, releasing a deep sigh.

Aemond's hand found yours under the blankets, and he smiled when you threaded your fingers together. There wasn't much he wanted to say. He just needed to be here with you, listening to your quiet breathing and feeling your heartbeat against his chest.

#aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond one eye x reader #aemond one eye #aemond x reader #hotd #house of the dragon #house of the dragon imagine #hotd imagine #aemond fic #aemond targaryen imagine #daemon targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #alicent hightower

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drugs-and-daddyissues · 4 months ago

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𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎 After a too close call with death, he confesses his love for you

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 canon typical violence, hospitals. brief mentions of gunshot wounds, near death, bleeding out, etc.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 Tom Hanson x gn! reader

It all happened too quickly. What started off as a simple assignment turned into you getting separated from Tom, taking a bullet, him finding you pale and bleeding on the floor.

You don't remember much after that, all of it too blurry. You woke up to the sterile smell of your hospital room, the bright florescent lights making your eyes squint.

"Hey, you're awake." You heard a male voice say, feeling a gentle hand on your shoulder. As your vision focused, you made the man out to be Tom.

You took in a shaky breath, her heart racing spiking a bit. God, he always made you nervous like this.

He quickly noticed, putting a hand on your forehead. "Relax, will ya? You're okay now, gave me quite the scare, but you're okay." He whispered, his tone a lighthearted scold. He didn't have any bite behind his words.

You didn't know what to say, what could you say? 'I'm sorry for almost dying and worrying you?'

"Y/N.." He started, but trailed off, taking a deep breath. "I was so scared I was gonna lose you today." He whispered, a new found vulnerability in his voice. He sat on the edge of the hospital bed, brushing his fingers through your hair.

You reached up to touch his face. There had always been this bantering and flirting between you and Tom, but you had always just assumed it was a joke, that he wasn't actually interested. "Oops." You managed to whisper, a small smirk on your lips.

"Yeah 'oops', you scared at least thirty years off my life. At least let me take you on a proper date before you go and kick the bucket." He smirked back. Tom wasn't ever good at expressing how he felt, but even he knew that was an inadequate confession. "Look, I'm serious.. What.. What I'm trying to say is.. I really like you, Y/N. I want to be your boyfriend, if you'd have me." He whispered, fully exposing himself.

You'd never seen Tom Hanson blush before, but it was a sight for sore eyes.

"Tom? Shut up and kiss me." You said softly, looking up at him.

"Don't have to tell me twice." He teased before gently cupping your cheek, tilting your head up, and kissing your softly, like he was trying to heal you with his energy.

┆𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓┆

As always, likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated! Thank you for reading and supporting my work! 💛

🌻 Taglist: @trekkitkat @amy-fontaine

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ringsofsaturnnnn · 1 year ago

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i'd like to play roulette with the red chips, please 🥺🙏

and may i also have a cosmopolitan 🍹😌

(i hope i did that right HAHAHA)

.˚ 💛┊..⃗. 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲 ⌇

MDNI | h.nagachika x fem!reader

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨(𝘴) :: pet names, oral (fem receiving), piv, praise, unprotected sex, edging, use of ‘daddy’ and ‘slvt,’ unprotected sex (let me know if i missed anything!)

𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦 :: mack i’m fr so glad you requested hide. i love him sm 😭💛. i’m sorry this took so long. i reallyyy hope you like it!

𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥

tag list :: n/a

“honey, i’m home!”

those three words were always your favorite to hear. while they were simple, they meant a lot to you. it meant that your husband, hide, had returned home to you yet again.

being a member of the ccg wasn’t exactly the safest job in the world. you knew why your husband worked for them, but it still didn’t make you worry any less.

getting up from the couch to greet him, you flashed him a smile. “there’s my pretty girl.” he cooed after kicking his shoes off. your eyes roamed his body, taking in his features. he always looked so damn good in that uniform..

“honey?” his voice pulled you from your thoughts. blinking and shaking your head, you laughed slightly. “oh, sorry. i was uhm..” trailing off, you couldn’t help but look away. you didn’t necessarily want to admit to your husband that you were checking him out.

“admiring me?” he finished for you. he reached out and cupped your cheek with his hand. moving your head, he forced you to meet his eyes. swallowing, a small blush covered your cheeks. you went to speak, but every word that you thought of died on your tongue as you looked into his eyes.

“come on, angel. use your words. aren’t you going welcome me home?” he teased, a soft chuckle escaping him. the sound was like music to your ears as you looked at him. “w-welcome home.” you stammered out, repeating his words. “oh, come on. that’s it? no, ‘i love you’ or anything cute like that?”

hide had always loved messing with you. he enjoyed how flustered you got. “i-i..” leaning down, he pressed a soft kiss to your lips to silence you. “don’t worry, i’ll get you to use your voice.”

“hide!” a soft moan escaped your lips as he continued to draw lazy circles around your clit with his tongue. your fingers gripped the bedsheets tightly as you threw your head back. you could feel him smirk before he pulled away. “yes?” he chuckled, licking his lips.

“s-stop teasing.” you whimpered. he had been edging you for a good ten, maybe fifteen, minutes now. all you wanted was to cum, but he was denying you the satisfaction. “aw, my pretty girl wants to cum?” there he went teasing you again.

nodding your head, you looked at him. “please.” your voice was shaky as you gently bucked your hips. “ah, ah.” he shook his head, his blonde locks falling over his forehead. gently pinning your hips to the bed, he looked down at you with those chocolate brown eyes of his. they were always so warm and full of love.

a soft whine escaped you as you looked at him with pleading eyes. “don’t whine, sweetheart. i’ll let you cum.” he smiled at you before burying his face between your legs once again. he was quick to slip his middle and ring finger inside of you, his tongue immediately latching on to your clit.

“a-ah!” you squeezed your eyes shut as he immediately began pumping his fingers in and out of your sopping cunt. his tongue swirled around your clit, making you clench around his fingers. you could feel him chuckle, which made your eyes roll into the back of your head. “h-hide! fuck!”

it wasn’t long before your fingers found his tangled, messy locks. gently tugging on them, you felt that familiar feeling start to build in your stomach. you prayed that your husband would finally allow you the release you so desperately craved.

“p-please,” you cried. “please let me cum!” you could feel yourself hurdling towards your climax. “go ahead, angel. you’ve been a good girl.” he murmured around your clit. with a soft squeal, you felt yourself cum around his fingers. your fingers gripped his hair harshly.

hide gently pumped his fingers in and out a few more times, helping you come down from your high. once he was satisfied, he pulled his fingers out, watching as a string of cum followed. “such a good girl. came so much for me.” he praised. bringing his fingers to his mouth, he immediately licked them clean.

your chest rose and fell with every breath, your eyes still closed. after a moment, you opened them. hide was kneeling next to you on the bed, a smirk decorating his features. a bulge was noticeable within the tight confines of his navy blue slacks. “a little hand, love?”

you were quick to sit up, your hands immediately reaching for the belt that held up his slacks. “so eager.” his tone was teasing as you fumbled with his belt. after a few more minutes of you fumbling, hide decided to help you out. his fingers made quick work of removing his belt, the sound of the leather sliding out of the fabric making you drool.

the second his belt was discarded, you quickly undid his slacks and pulled them, along with his underwear, down. his dick immediately sprang free, the tip red and already oozing precum. “look at what you did to me angel. you’re just too damn pretty.” pressing a kiss to your lips, he carefully pinned you down to the mattress. while he kissed you, he finished discarding his pants.

“‘m gonna fuck you so good.” he murmured. you whined against his lips, spreading your legs to give him easier access. “that’s a good girl.” he chuckled as he slowly slid into you. a pornographic moan escaped you, your eyes immediately squeezing shut.

“taking my dick so well, pretty girl.” he praised as he slowly started thrusting in and out. the bed dipped under the pressure of bodies as he started to move his hips faster and faster. “a-ah!” your arms had looped around his neck as he pushed his hips flush against your groin.

resting his forehead against yours, he couldn’t help but press another sloppy kiss to your lips. “so fucking deep!” you cried against his somewhat chapped lips. he continued to roll his hips against yours, allowing every inch of him to fill you up. “and so b-big!”

that had hide chuckling. “yeah? but you can take it. i know you can, pretty girl. you always take my dick like a champ.” he groaned. hide couldn’t help but praise you, especially when you were a sweaty mess underneath him. while he loved how you looked no matter what, his favorite way to see you was fucked out underneath him. it made the long, grueling hours of working for the ccg worth it if it meant he could come home to his perfect girl.

“i-i’m gonna cum, honey. where do you want it?” soft pants escaped him, his body sticky with sweat. you only whined, not giving him a direct answer. leaning down, he whispered in your ear. “if you don’t tell me, i’m going to cum in this slutty little pussy and you’re just going to take it. take it like a good girl.”

his words made your eyes roll into the back of your head, your hips bucking harshly against his. “d-do it! cum in my slutty cunt, daddy!” you whined as you felt yourself come undone on his dick. the second your velvety walls squeezed hide’s already sensitive dick, he came. “o-oh fuck!” he gasped.

he thrusted his hips a few more times, carefully working the both of you through your climaxes. as you both came down from your high, you couldn’t help but let out a giddy giggle. “what’s got you all giggly, cutie?” hide asked.

“oh, i’m just glad you’re home..”

dividers & main picture made by :: @strrynigghts

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eminsunnytoons123 · 5 months ago

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Class of 3000: back to the SING! Comics 2#

Cheer up, Sunny!

Ever since I have now gotten motivation again to draw even make full-on colored class of 3000 (And maybe even muppets And crossovers) comics, heres a cute comic of Madison brightening up Sunny with her drawing =^_^=

And this is a small treat for @splashy900 @aquamarine-dream-queen @dayzsac224 @ilovescaredysquirrel2 @ducktoonz903707 @classywinnerpeace @ghostytoastynights @moshywoosh @iggyguyy @dackychansworldofhoshino @thelcsdaily @cheezekennith my other loves ones in my tumblr family that knew me deep inside And that always love me And even my work just like how I love them with my whole heart And even their Works And I'll do anything to Bring them happiness, comfort And Joy =^/////^=

So, heres some plot of the comic: Madison peeks inside the music classroom where they usually have the class, And she notices that Sunny looks a bit annoyed or with not-in-a-good-mood expression, And she wonders why is he so "grouchy" Today? And she then tries to get an Idea, And she gets one! She decides to make a drawing of him, And then she WOOSHES out from beside the door And Sunny just looks at the door, wondering who just passed by. Then an hour passed, And Madison has finished her drawing, And she hopes that Sunny will like it, And she is blushing a bit from embarassment if she will make Sunny snap at her or something... Then she walks into the classroom, her cheeks rosey-red, And Sunny notices her And greets her in his usual Calm yet smooth tone And asks her what does she have in her hands, And Madison claims that she has noticed him a bit grouchy earlier, And she then says: "TAA-DAA!" while showing her drawing to him, And Sunny gasps from surprise but in a good way, And madison's drawing just gives him a warm smile playing on his lips, And he takes the drawing And takes a good look at it while patting Madison on the head, And Madison knew that Sunny would like the drawing! And Sunny claims that he wasnt "grouchy" because of Madison, lil' D And the other five (that being philly Phil, tamika, Eddie, kim And kam), And he was actually annoyed by principal luna, And Madison realizes that he wasnt annoyed by them.. And Sunny says to Madison that whatever she, lil' D, philly Phil, tamika, Eddie, kim And kam do, they'll always make him happy And proud, And madison's eyes sparkle from Joy And asks him if that is True, And Sunny says: "ofcourse, my optimistic flower." And pats her on the head And Madison gives him a BIG And TIGHT hug And tells him that them seven all love him, And Sunny says that he loves them all seven too, And he claims that he is like a dad to them all. =^_^=

I really like how I made this comic, its something very cute, funny yet kinda emotional, I'll make more class of 3000 comics like this, even muppets comics =^.^= And also, I worked on this comic for nearly two hours! 0.0;

Note 1: Im still in a mood for some class of 3000 requests And asks =^_^=

Note 2: i'll do my Salieri cosplay real soon =^.^=

I really hope y'all will like this =^.^= 💛🧡♥️🩷💖 And I wanna hear y'all's thoughts about this comic, I anyways like getting reblogs And replies with comments And even roleplays on them =^_^=

#my arts #traditional art #class of 3000 #co3k: back to the sing!#co3k #class of 3000: back to the sing!#co3k: back to the sing! comics #comic #sunny bridges #class of 3000 sunny #class of 3000 madison #color pencils

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fieldofdaisiies · 2 years ago

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Hi baby 💞

I saw your ask and I promise I will answer later in the morning, I am just about to go in to the hospital so I can’t give you a full and detailed response like I want to.

Maybe while you wait I can send you some asks for the game!! 💓💓💓

9,15,20,23,25,31,39,43 (sorry this is a lot, feel free to not address some but I like keeping you busy 😚😚😚😚😚🤭🤭🤭)

And my favorite fics of yours are: Oh these scarred hands and Early morning delights!!! Though it was very difficult to chose. 🥰🥰🥰

Rose, shut up, you make me blush!!! and don't worry take as much time as you need 💛💛💛💛

Thank you for the love for my fics, I am so happy you enjoyed them!!!

I have already answered 9, 20, 23, 31, but here we go with the rest

25: Do you listen to music as you write? If possible, link your writing playlist.

I always listen to music when I am writing. So there are certain things I listen to, depending on the story. I don't have a link for a playlist unfortunately but on spotify there is this one called "Training with Az and Cass" and I use this when I write about battlescenes, or "sad songs" when I write angst, or "Being Azriel's mate" when I write about him.

39: What’s something about your writing that you pride yourself on?

This is such a hard question because...there is something inside my head that constantly hinders me from being proud of my stories. Yes, i felt a little proud for my Azriel story reaching 100k reads on wattpad, but that lasted for around a day. Like I am happy when I post my stories and then...then I start over-thinking of what should have been changed, what could have been done better etc. And then comparison kicks and realisation that my own writing will never be as good as other slaps me in the face. So being proud of my work, hardly ever happens.

I was proud (a little bit) of how much attention the beauty of intimacy got.

43: Talk about a positive experience with fanfiction or the fanfiction community that you will always remember.

what is always so sweet and what I posted about yesterday, when people follow you and then binge read your stories

also interacting with other people

@brekkershadowsinger finding time to comment on all of my stories, reblogging them, she truly is a big gem in this fandom and I really want to hug her

I just love reading all your stories (yours, Rose, and those. of other creators, engaging with them etc.)

ask

#daisiies🌼💛#chat with daisiies

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honey-lemon-goose · 2 years ago

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The person who called you a people pleaser is... Well let's just say it's evident that they don't realise how much content creators get motivated by genuine feedback and reblogs. So many people choose to migrate to platforms like AO3 because there people can get more comments than on here. Likes don't do anything to motivate us, they're simply numbers. Reblogs (especially with tags or comments) do that because they help us to know what someone liked or even did not like lol. And like you said in your reply to that anon, there's no harm in showing appreciation towards something you like.

Also, just so you know, ILYSM. You were one of the first people who actually reblogged my work with comments early this year when I first posted an ATEEZ fanfic. I appreciate you a lot💜🥺 don't let that anon bring you down okay? /Sending you lots of love/ ✨✨✨

This is ONE of the MANY examples of why I do what I do🥺💛AKSNSKS I CANT BREATHE MY HEART😭😭🥺🥺🥰💛💛💛💛 MY LOVE!!!😚💛 You said it perfectly! There is no harm and it does way more good imo! To have someone not only reblog but also tell you why/how much they loved it is genuinely a different kind of motivation than just seeing likes! Also so you know too ILYSM AS WELL OML🥺🥰😚💛 AJSNSKSNDJ OUTHERE MAKING ME BLUSH🤭💛 Thank you so much my love! That anon didn't get me down lmao tbh it made me more confused than anything🤣 especially with content creators literally on their knees begging for reblogs😮‍💨 when they really shouldn't have too😢 ahh ajsns ilysm omg🤭💛 Your writing is beautiful and I can't wait to see what you put out in the future because ill be there in a heartbeat 🥺💛

#💛asks #layzfeelit😚💛#naksnsj ily🥺💛#also have yet to dive into your masterlist💛 it will happen!! buzy woman atm #ill read one tonight tho😌👀💛

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arminsumi · 2 years ago

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Hiii 💛! Are you taking requests? i really loved your hcs eren x reader, you write very well! i really wanted to read something where he is dating yn long distance, like those theories that eren is german, y'know? And then they will see each other for the first time, it can be fluffy or smut I would love it equally! Thank youu 💛

Literally squealed at this idea, it's so sweet ahhh!!!

Tysm for your request (and kind words)! It means a lot to me.

Hcs | Long-distance dating with Eren

Even through a screen, you can feel yours and Eren's connection perfectly. The two of you dreamed of the day you'd meet in person, and then that day finally came.

MDNI

Cws; Mentions sexting, mentions sending nudes

Your reblogs, notes and comments never go unnoticed tysm!

♫ Brooklyn Baby

Just imagine meeting Eren online, and the two of you unexpectedly falling in love...

How you two met...

Sasha introduced you two, and you had met her by wandering your favorite social media app

The whole friend group joked about how you and Eren were such opposites, that you two would become enemies pretty quick

It was a running joke that you two hated each other, but it was the opposite

Eren was a full-grammar-and-capitalization kind of texter. So it was easy for him to come across as blunt or curt even when he was displaying excitement

He was worried that he might scare you off because of that, but you understood him perfectly and... well that overjoyed him

Just the fact you could feel his true sincerity and care through text meant a lot to him

When you two realized you liked each other...

Eren was too shy to speak in voice chats/group calls (He wouldn't admit it, even if you annoyingly teased him)

So the first time he did speak, it startled you how smooth and deep his voice was

And of course, his accent was the most heart-melting thing you'd ever heard

You flustered him by complimenting his voice, and he timidly thanked you

That's when your friend group roared with teasing giggles

Connie blurted out something like "Oh! So they like each other!"

Now it became a running joke that you two were long lost lovers, separated by a cruel screen

After the call ended, you boldly asked Eren if he liked you

He answered you in such a way that you understood him to be saying "Yes, I like you a lot." but the two of you upkept the running joke of despising each other, just because it mused the two of you

When you actually started dating...

One glittering night, you two were listening to your favorite playlist together in a voice chat

This song came on, and that's when Eren and you started drifting into a conversation about love and feelings

At first, you two just tiptoed around the fact the both of you were in love

Then Eren blurted out his feelings and that he just wants "To be with you..."

The two of you went silent, then he left the call because he got so embarrassed by his accidental confession

You two talked until dawn and... well, by dawn you two were giggling and changing your statuses to Taken

When you first video called...

Ah... soft Eren. Definitely too shy to video call, especially with you

When you put on your cam and waved at him excitedly, his heart thumped a bit

You looked exactly as beautiful as he thought you would

One day you tried to convince him to put on his cam, but he refused and got flustered

After you pouted and gave up, he felt a little bad

So one day he unexpectedly put his cam on just to surprise you

The two of you mostly just stayed silent and giggled

All you could do was admire his slight blush and nervous smile as he sunk lower in his chair to hide it all

"You're blushing!" You exclaimed, "I made Eren Jaeger blush!"

"Shut up..." He said and covered his face

When you two first sexted

Well, one thing leads to another. And the both of you were... well, awfully horny

Eren was timid in his approach, but my God he was so eager to ask you about things you liked

You'd spend late nights sexting, and phew his dirty talk was already making you weak and he wasn't even uttering it in your ear yet

Hehe just thinking about how he'd surprise you with suggestive shirtless pics

Fr he just wants to subtly show off what he's got

I think he'd slowly start daring to show more, like he'd lower his pants more so his V-line peaked out a bit more

Phew I need a break from this it's getting hot in here

You just know he'd die if you sent him a nude

Like... you two joked about you sending nudes for a long time, it was this running joke for him to say "Okay, love you, send nudes."

One day you surprised him with a slight nude, and you should have seen how he nearly spat out his boba in public lmao

Armin asked what got him blushing so much, but Eren quickly locked his phone's screen and dismissively waved at his best friend

You just know he got off to those nudes when he got home

Definitely too shy to admit that to you tho hehe

When you met in person...

You'd been saving up for a plane ticket for ages; Germany's exchange rate with your country was unforgiving

Your friend group kept offering to pitch in, and Armin chirped about how you could bunk by him

Lmao you just know Eren immediately quipped about that, even though Armin was being really innocent and sincere (Or was he? Hehe.)

So, I imagine you and Eren both worked together in a combined effort to organize your visit

The night before, you couldn't even sleep... well, neither could Eren

He was really anxious, too, because he hates planes and he's always worried about them crashing

The flight was fine, though, the only thing that made it difficult was your constant excitement forbidding you from eating the (kinda ew) plane food

(Ah, I wanna go on a plane again... sorry just sidetracked by this thought now hehe)

When you arrived at the airport, you scanned around for Eren and your other friends

You recognized Sasha and Armin's familiar faces, and then noticed Eren's timid, tall frame lingering nearby

Oh my God, you two literally ran up to each other

That hug may have broken both of your bones and knocked the wind out of you, but it was worth it

You could feel every single one of his affections that he'd been desperately trying to transmit through the screen for so long

Ah, you just know you two were too shy to actually kiss at the airport

You loved to see your friends, but you couldn't deny that you were itching to be alone with Eren

When you two got alone...

Eren was too shy to kiss you, but my God did he want to

Really, it wasn't a 'he kissed me' or 'she kissed me' scenario

The both of you got lost in the serene atmosphere that real-life connection brought

His affections drifted in the air, so did yours

I think the both of you just sort of fell into a kiss, really

And my God it was impossible to pry you two off of each other from that point onwards

If a second wasn't filled with kissing, it was because you were sleeping or smth lol

Eren was a total sucker for PDA, even if it embarrassed him, because he wanted to let everyone know that you're the one who caught his heart, and he wasn't going to let go of yours

I feel like if the theory that Eren was German was true, in a modern AU he'd take time to learn English super fluently (especially to impress you... hehe)

I visited Meersburg when I was, like, seven. I'm a half-German myself, but I don't speak a lick of the language sadly.

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xhannahbananax03 · 2 years ago

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Trouble

Pairing: Austin!Elvis x Reader

MASTERLIST

Words: 1.4k

Warnings: none... yet

A/N: I just tagged a bunch of people in this in hopes that it'll take off, I could really use that right now with how life's treating me. But if you'd like to be removed from the tags just let me know!

A/N 2: Don't forget to reblog, like, share and comment on your favorite artists works! Anything helps 💛

There she stood, outside of the pop up tent that Elvis Presley had just performed under. She fluffed her hair a bit, a piece of paper gripped in her hand tightly while her arms stayed crossed over her chest in a fight against the cold.

She heard the screams and cries of a herd of women getting closer to her and she stood up straighter as she waited semi-patiently.

"ELVIS!!!!" She heard one girl sob out as a mob swarmed past her making her stumble back slightly, at the front of the herd stood the flock shepard; Mr. Presley, walking at a steady yet quick pace as he held the cap of a pen between his teeth while signing every picture and slip of paper that was shoved into his hands.

A normal human would've been overwhelmed by the sheer amount of screaming, begging, pleading women, but Elvis was not a normal human, that much was for sure. Not with the way he moved on that stage. Not with the way he commanded the bodies of hundreds of people.

"Woah!" Y/n heard a man with a raspy voice call out with a chuckle and she looked up to see young Elvis shielding his eyes from that of a woman's bare breasts. Her mouth nearly fell open at the sight, she couldn't believe the lengths some women were willing to go through for just a taste of his attention. Nonetheless, Elvis reached forward and signed her breasts which caused her to literally faint in front of the man, but luckily her friends were there to hold her up as they quickly pulled her shirt closed.

He kissed a few women, signed a few papers before a large man approached him and shooed off all the women, telling them that Elvis needed to go get his beauty sleep. The girls wept and sighed but left the boy alone anyways. Except for Y/n.

She had waited for the crowd to dissipate before making her move, walking up to the back of Mr. Presley while he stared out into the open space, she wondered for a split moment if she should interrupt him, before she decided she'd just make it fast and polite, chances were she'd never get this chance again and with that, she made her move.

"Um, Mr. Presley?" Y/n spoke out softly, tapping on his shoulder and he turned around to look down at her as a smile came over his face.

"Well hi there, darlin'," He slurred, the toothpick he had in his mouth getting pulled out before he leaned up against the building beside him, "Lose your crowd?" He asked, nodding over towards the crowd of girls whispering and giggling over the excitement they had just experienced.

Y/n blushed deeply as she looked over at the crowd before she bit into her full bottom lip and shook her head no, "I um, I'm not really one for loud crowds of screaming girls,"

He laughed softly as he grabbed her chin and forced her to look up at him, "Let me let ya in on a lil secret?" Elvis asked the absolute blushing mess of a girl in front of him, making his smirk grow wider, "Neither am I," he let go of her chin and she laughed softly as he cracked that joke.

"Oh sure, the Elvis Presley isn't a fan of the hundreds of girls fawning over him," She scoffed gently as her posture relaxed slightly. She couldn't believe she was joking around with Elvis, but at the same time? It felt easy. Natural.

"Well, now hold on," He held his hand out in front of himself, "Never said I wasn't a fan of the ladies, just not a fan of the screaming crowds," He laughed with her for a moment before silence fell over them and they just stared at each other for a minute.

Y/n shook herself out of her trance before she decided to say what she had come here to say, "I just wanted to say that, while I'm not as excitable as some," she nodded her head back to the slowly disappearing crowd, "That your music lights up a fire inside of me. I've never felt so free from just music..." She bit into her lip again while studying the ground beneath her, "You're just amazing Elvis," She looked up at him through her lashes and he stared down at her with a soft and genuine smile.

"Why thank ya, lil' mama," He cooed out reaching out to trail his finger tips over her jaw softly. She was beautiful, he had to admit. Her soft features, her deep, round eyes, her soft hair. The longer he looked at her, the more he began to fear that his eyes would never behold such beauty ever again.

She stared at him for a long moment, starstruck, her eyes filled with lust and wonder, her lips just slightly parted, "I gotta do it," She whispered out, just loud enough for the both of them to hear.

Elvis raised a brow at her and opened his mouth to ask what she meant, but before he could even get the first word out, she had latched onto the wrist of the hand that was holding her face softly and she jutted forward to push her lips against his.

At first he was surprised, his stature stiffening before he relaxed entirely under her hold, her fingers gently pushing through the back of his hair while her tongue poked out to tease at his lips. His hands trailing down over her wide hips to pull her in close while he slid his tongue over hers.

When they both pulled away due to the need for air, her eyes stayed shut for a second longer as her arms rested around his shoulders and she leaned against him, his soft chuckle pulled her back into reality and she blushed before she took a step back and pushed her hair back behind her ear.

"I've kissed alot of women. But honey, that was somethin' else," Elvis grinned, impressed with her bravery while he drew a line over his lips with his thumb, chasing the feeling of her against him.

She chuckled softly as she entangled her fingers together in front of herself, paper still held tightly in her hands, "Ya want me to sign that?" He asked sweetly, pointing towards the paper in her hands and she perked up at the reminder.

"Oh um no, actually. This is for you," She smiled out brightly, making Elvis smile himself. She handed the piece of paper to him before grabbing his broad shoulders once more and leaning up to press a quick kiss to his cheek, "Thank you Mr. Presley," She whispered against his ear, giving him one last smile before she walked away with an extra skip in her step and a big smile plastered on her face. She couldnt believe she had actually done it.

Elvis watched her walk away with a smirk on his lips, hoping he'd at some point see her again. He looked at the note in his hands with a gentle smile before he realized he had never caught her name, "Wait! I-" he looked out in the direction she was heading only to see that she was long gone.

With a dejected sigh he had flopped back against the building he was leaning on before, he looked at the crumpled note and carefully unfolded it, 'Im trouble," Elvis chuckled at the fact that she had quoted his song in her little note, 'xoxo, Y/n'. So that was her name. Y/n. It was fitting, beautiful name for a beautiful lady.

Suddenly he noticed a small white square on the ground near his feet, it must've fallen from her note. Something was written on the back but he ignored it for now before flipping it over in his fingers, his eyes widening and jaw dropping as he saw a photo of the woman that had just stood before him, dressed in lingerie, her hair up with just a few pieces falling around her face as she blew a kiss at the camera.

He flipped it back over, looking over his shoulder just to be sure that nobody was watching him and read the dainty writing on the back of the photo, 'Call me sometime' with what he assumed to be her home phone number next to it.

He would definitely be putting that to use.

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superblysubpar · 1 year ago

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Enjoy the journey friend, I'm glad you're here, I cannot be held responsible for any heart break 🫣

masterlist | the music

8.4k words | This series is NSFW 18+ only

Star-crossed lovers, two hearts becoming one, invisible strings, love at first sight - soul mates. You’ve never bought into any of it. Love - real love is hard work and if you were lucky enough to find someone who’s willing to put in that work, it doesn’t mean you or your love are immune to life’s misfortunes.

The movies, the songs, the world, it has made you a little pessimistic. Who are they to tell you to believe in any of that unreliable and unmeasurable crap? Love will not be the thing that defines you when it only leads to heartbreak. Let the suckers fall for that. Opening your heart only makes it a target, a bullseye for shooting practice.

Don’t get it twisted though, you aren’t a total cynic. Love can be beautiful. It’s a powerful emotion and heavy word not to be thrown around casually. Sunsets, a song, your friends - your family, that kind of love is easier than breathing. That kind of love brings you immeasurable joy.

Being in love? Pigs would have to fly before you’d let yourself feel that.

And while you didn’t believe in all the mushy soulmate stuff, you aren’t totally against thoughts of fate, destiny, divine intervention, or some higher power out there. In fact, you are fairly certain somewhere in the universe a plan fell into action on the day you met Robin Buckley. It could have been a scene from a movie - a best friend meet-cute. All that was missing was a poppy soundtrack playing in the background.

It was your first week in the city and you already hated every second of your new job. Errands, scheduling, and those goddamn coffee orders that didn’t seem to end for your new boss. Your phone shrieked as you tried to balance a tray of said coffee with the dry cleaning, manuscripts, and a fucking pool noodle - you were living the plot of The Devil Wears Prada.

After putting out the fire on the other end of the line, you luckily noticed the wrong order written on one of the coffee lids. Rushing back into the Starbucks, you were ready to take out your bad day on the poor, unsuspecting barista, when a honey haired girl carrying a tray reached the counter at the same time as you.

She was breathless, blue eyes sparkling as she pointed to the trays in both of your hands, “That could have been really bad for me. Joe would kick my sad little butt out with the pathetic box of my desk belongings if I got the coffee wrong again.”

Crisis averted all around, you sighed with relief and you were pretty sure the barista did too. It turned out you and Robin were heading in the same direction, office buildings across the street from one another but never seeing the other till now. You exchanged job horror stories, numbers, and kicked your heels off at a bar over beers that same night. You have to give the universe kudos, it got it right the day it gave you Robin.

“I’m telling you, best sex I’ve ever had,” flopping onto your bed, body prickling with heat at the thought of the previous night’s events as the bed springs bounce beneath you.

Robin trips over a heel as she emerges from your closet. Rolling to the side, you scrunch your nose at the frilly baby blue top she's holding up. She sees your look and sighs, throwing it in the no pile.

Swapping places, you rummage in your closet for the top you knew would be perfect as she bites at the skin on her thumb before responding in an overtly girly and mocking voice, “Tell me more, tell me more, like did he have a car?”

The buzzing from your phone interrupts your laughter and you try to keep your attention on her instead of the lit up screen, “Just because you don’t like penis’ doesn’t mean you need to poke fun,” you clear your throat and glance at the phone again, “Could you check that? It might be him.”

Robin sighs like you told her to walk ten miles and picks up the buzzing phone, a smirk on her lips before she glances up at you, “Rocketman? Really?”

Giggling as you press your palm to your heated cheek and pretend to faint against the doorframe, “Robin, I swear to you, I went to the fucking moon when I came.”

She rolls her eyes and you pull your lip between your teeth. This one night stand has you completely flustered, you don’t want to gross her out with all the details but you can’t help wanting to share.

Not meeting her eye, you let your fingers trail over the necklaces on your vanity, and shake your head when she tries to hold the phone out, turning your back to her, “I can’t look at it. Read it for me?”

Robin scoffs, “What do you mean you can’t look at it? Yes you can,” turning back towards her, she catches the shirt you toss.

“I can’t Robin,” you blow out your breath, “What if he’s texting me to tell me he has an STD? What if he’s going to tell me he’s married? Oh my god,” squeezing your eyes shut, “What if he wants to date me?”

Peeking your eyes open when she doesn’t answer, you find her staring at you cooly, her head tilted to the side. She clicks her tongue, “There are so many things wrong with the order of those questions, you know that right? You have serious commitment issues dude,” she shakes her head at you, “What is it with you and love?”

Waving your hands in front of you like you can make that question disappear, you sigh, “A story for another time. Please? Will you look?” you stick your lips out in a pout and bat big puppy dog eyes at her, “Rip the band-aid off for me?”

This is the worst part of dating. The texting, the calling - hooking up again after the first time. It’s the line between it all going horribly wrong or wonderfully right. A balance beam that boys are usually too careless to realize they’re on.

This is the pivotal moment. The text a guy sends that lets you know he isn't just going to call at 2am on a lonely Friday night, he’s going to take you out on a proper date during the week. The message that tells you that all the bullshit most spew about dreams and futures and wanting to settle down if they met the right girl is actually true. And they hope the right girl is you.

The problem is that you are one of those girls who hopes for the exact opposite of those types of messages. You want no commitments, and no strings - just a good and quality hook up. However, that seems to leave you with the nasty guys - the assholes. The ones that have a long list of girls on their phones, scrolling through them at 2am and sending a “You up?” text and then on to the next one. And while you wanted sex, you want something a little better than a booty call from time to time.

There are the rare ones of course. The ones full of charisma and charm, that make you practically rip off your pants but are more than happy to not let emotions get in the way of sex. Your hopes weren’t just high that Rocketman was one of these types of guys, they are through the stratosphere. This man can take you to another planet and show you the stars during sex but your fingers and toes are crossed hoping he won’t hide you in a crater until he needs you at 3am or is expecting you to plant a flag and claim him as yours after only one night.

Please let Rocketman be the happy medium you desperately need, you pray to whoever is out there. Not ready for disappointment, you conclude that you might as well have Robin be the one to tell you the good or bad news - don’t shoot the messenger and all that.

Robin sighs dramatically at your pleading face. Holding your breath, you clutch the gold necklace in your sweaty fingers. The click of the phone unlocking and Robin’s fingers pressing in your password sounds like explosions in your ears. She begins to read the message out loud:

Your eyes widen as pink blossoms on her cheeks. She clears her throat, “Um…” she holds it out to you, squeezing her eyes closed, “I’m very gay, but uh…”

Grabbing the phone, you bite the inside of your lip at the image that pops up under the text.

Toned muscles beneath tan, sun kissed skin, a few freckles that make your toes curl thinking about how you touched them with your own lips less than 24 hours ago. A small line of dark hair pulls your eyes from his chest to the gray band of his sweats that does nothing to conceal the very obvious erection beneath.

You try to keep your face neutral, but Robin groans and throws a pillow at you as she pretends to gag, “Oh my god! You’re disgusting! That shit works on you?!”

Being so turned on by a photo and text like that should make you feel bad - it was wrong. But your thighs press together as your underwear becomes wet, your skin flushing hot just thinking about it again. If being turned on by that is wrong, you don’t want to be right.

Glancing at it once more, you pull your lip in and nod, “Yeah. Yeah, that shit works on me.”

She scrunches up her face, groaning like you just ate a worm in front of her and you point at her, ready to call her out on her own blush as you try not to yell, “Hey! You even-”

She covers her ears and closes her eyes, “Nope. Nope. I didn’t. I was admiring his…boldness.”

"Boldness? Is that what the kids are calling it these days?" you laugh.

Clicking the phone off, you toss it to the bed, deciding to let him sweat it out for a while until you’re ready to test what kind of guy he is. Robin grimaces at the phone and pushes it away from her with a socked foot until it’s teetering on the edge of your bed.

Your eyes roll at her dramatics, “Seriously Robin, it was a clothed penis. You’re-”

She gasps and holds her throat like she tastes something absolutely disgusting, “Please, for the love of god, do not tell me the dick pics without sweats work on you.”

You shrug, “I mean, I’ve never received one that’s made me leap for joy if that’s what you’re trying to get at,” you hold out the necklace and a pair of boots to her, “But, enough about my sex life. Time to get you laid too, babe.”

She rolls onto her stomach, pressing her face into the mattress. Tossing the accessories next to the shirt, you give her butt two little pats and she huffs into the bed as you ask, “What time are you meeting again?”

“Seven,” she mumbles into your pillow and repeatedly hits her head against the mattress. You’ve only known each other for two weeks and from what you’ve gathered, Robin is not doing well in the lady department, striking out on terrible date after terrible date.

“Come on, I thought you were excited? You said someone from school you haven’t seen in years right?” you poke her side and she squirms away from you. Your fingers softly brush back the hair covering the side of her face, “So there's no pressure. You already know her. You’re gonna go and have fun and we’re gonna go get mimosas for brunch tomorrow and you’ll tell me all about it,” you wiggle your eyebrows up and down.

She sits up and presses her palms to her heated cheeks, closing her eyes as she breathes deeply, “Right. Right. And Dingus is taking me out to dinner, getting the nerves out. Plus he dated her, so like a mega wingman. I can do this.”

Grabbing her hand, you pull her up as you agree, “You can do this.”

With wide eyes, she clutches your arms tighter and shakes her head, “I can’t. I can’t do this.”

“One step at a time,” you push her towards the bathroom, “Change your outfit. You can do that right?”

Chewing her bottom lip and narrowing her owlish eyes, she points at you, “I know what you’re doing.”

“Is it working?” you raise your eyebrows with a smug smile on your face.

She rolls her eyes and your laughter is cut off by the bathroom door closing in your face.

An hour later you’re shuffling her out your door, “Call me if you need an extraction. Or someone to talk you down.”

Robin doesn’t seem to be hearing you anymore, tugging on her fingers, spinning one of her rings.

“Just dinner right now,” you grab her hands to stop her ceaseless fidgeting, “One step at a time.”

She nods and starts down the hall, calling over her shoulder, “Benny’s? 10?”

“I expect a full report!” you reply with a sing song lilt to your voice.

She turns to face you, taking her last several steps backwards, arms crossing over her chest with pointer and middle finger crossed on each hand and you mirror the gesture - your new good luck wish to each other after a drunk ‘The Parent Trap’ re-watch a few nights ago. She nods once before blowing you a kiss that you cheekily catch as she spins and heads into the stairwell.

With the door shut tightly behind you, your lips twist into a smirk as you remember the phone sitting on the counter. Maybe Robin won’t be the only one getting lucky tonight.

After changing into comfier sweats, pouring yourself a glass of wine and putting on the latest action comedy Netflix is recommending, you pick up your phone again, hopeful and ready to find out what kind of modern man Rocketman was.

Glancing at the picture he had sent you again, taking in a little bit more of the details you had only skimmed earlier, you bite your lip as you respond.

Laughing at your cleverness, you click your phone locked and try to focus on the plot playing out in front of you while sipping your wine aimlessly, pretending not to be counting every second until your phone buzzes with his reply. This is the part that’s nerve wracking and risky in any relationship, but it’s still fun. For you, it’s the excitement of finding out if this would become the no strings attached, no broken hearts, and just a lot of (if you were lucky) really great sex. If you were really lucky, the guy on the other end could also carry a conversation and is decent to be around too. Your suspicions that Rocketman is both types of men confirmed as he responds quicker than you expect for a Saturday night.

Halfway through your glass of wine, you walk into your kitchen to top it off as you read his quick reply again.

A grin tugs at your lips as you sink back into your couch, knowing he was clearly fishing for a compliment on the actual focus of his earlier pic.

The dots appear and disappear and you start to sweat a little bit at the thought of your witty back and forth suddenly ending. When the dots appear again, you hold your breath till the phone buzzes.

Honey.

Snuggling further into the couch, your breath catches in your chest as you let yourself daydream a little of what could be with a boy who called you honey. It was just that though, a fantasy, and you know that in the long run it will end in heartbreak for either or both of you. Debating your reply back, you sip your wine, staring at the messages on the screen. Continue the dive into your sarcastic banter or take it a little more seriously? You don’t want to give him the wrong idea…

The wine catches in your throat and you cough, grinning at his continuation of the joke knowing exactly how to top it.

As the phone buzzes before you can even reply, you stare at it feeling a little like the lovestruck idiots you swear you’ll never be.

Another buzz.

The next morning you awake slowly, stretching in your bed as the sun starts to float through the curtains, casting a golden glow over everything.

Robin never called you for an extraction, which hopefully means it went well last night. Starting to search through your closet, you look at the gray sweats on the end of your bed, hopeful to continue your conversation with Rocketman today, you slip them on.

Feeling a little like an easily excitable teen again, you giggle to yourself at the idea that forms in your head. Your fingers roll the waistband of your sweats until the lace hem of your underwear is revealed. Laying back on the bed, angling your body into the sun beam to re-create Rocketman’s picture but with a twist. Your matching red bralette on full display, hair falling around you as the sun bathes you in a soft, golden haze. You click the photo and send the message before you can chicken out.

You finish getting ready and make the now familiar walk to Benny’s, grinning when you see Robin already sitting on the patio. You race through the gate and slide into the seat across from her, “How’d it go? Tell me everything!”

Robin practically melts into her chair, chin falling into her palms as she leans onto the table and giggles, “It was great. It was normal. I was normal. Like,” she waves her hands around, blue eyes wide, “I mean I was still a babbling dork who puts her foot in her mouth, but I was me, and she still wanted to hang out again.”

Genuinely ecstatic for her - there was nothing like feeling seen in a relationship for who you really were, a fan of love or not, you grab her hands and squeeze, “That’s amazing! When are you seeing her again? Why don’t we have mimosas already to celebrate?”

She laughs, smiling wide enough to make her eyes squint as she points behind your shoulder, “Dingus offered to buy a pitcher, and hopefully getting lunch tomorrow with her.”

“Alright, I went with the bottomless. In your honor, ma’lady.”

Body freezing at the comment, you notice the large hands carrying a pitcher of mimosas in the corner of your eye. Your gaze travels up his arms as he slides into the seat between Robin and you. Sights finally landing on the familiar face you knew would be attached to the voice once you heard it.

No. No, this is not happening.

Robin laughs again, “Thank you, sir. Y/N, this is Dingus, also known as my knight in shining armor, also known as Steve” she gestures between the two of you as Steve’s eyes shoot up, the pair of you staring at each other with your mouths open.

Rocketman is Dingus. Dingus is Steve. Steve is Rocketman.

Oh, god.

Noticing the way he’s trying not to glance down at your body, you try not to think about what you sent him fifteen minutes ago. Or the conversation you had last night. Or the fact that you had mind blowing sex with him two days ago.

Waving her hand in front of his face, Robin stops her mimosa halfway to her lips, “Hey Steve, you OD over there?”

He smirks a little at her question and glances at her before clearing his throat and shaking his head, “No, uh, just surprised you two know each other.”

Robin looks between you and Steve and then gasps, her glass hitting the tabletop aggressively, some of the drink sloshing out as she leans in, hissing at you, “Steve is Rocketman?”

Steve’s lips twitch up into a smile as he glances at you, “Rocketman?”

“Robin,” you kick her shin under the table, voice threatening.

Robin gasps again and covers her eyes, “Oh, ew, I’m going to be sick.”

Steve rolls his eyes, reaching for a mimosa and tossing a raspberry in his mouth, “Robin, it’s not a big deal.”

Robin shakes her head, “Oh my god, oh my god, I saw his-” she smacks his shoulder, “You’re disgusting! You send shit like that to girls?”

Steve chokes on his mimosa, eyes widening at you, “You showed Robin that-”

“I didn’t know you’d sent that picture-”

Steve covers his face, hitting his forehead on the table, “Oh my god, oh my god-”

Robin leans forward, pointing at you, “You were the one texting him last night during dinner?! He was grinning like a total lovestruck-”

Steve kicks her this time, “Robin!”

Trying to take deep breaths out of your nose, you rub your temple, “This is ridiculous. How is this happening?” you start to drain your own mimosa, sitting back into your chair.

Robin places her ring clad fingers on the table, thumbs picking at her chipping blue polish and she sighs, “Okay. Here’s the deal. Unfortunately I now know all the details. And I know the two of you. I have to say,” she looks at you, and points at Steve, “He’s my best friend and the greatest guy in the world, and if this is just sex and you’re gonna break his heart-”

Steve interrupts and groans, his head on the table still, “Robin, stop.”

The guilt eats away at your stomach already and you rub your temples as Robin kicks Steve’s shin, “And you, shitbird, she’s the first friend I’ve made besides you in years, and I don’t want to lose her either when you profess your love months too soon.”

Steve picks his head up and you both avoid each other’s glance and turn to Robin as she gestures inside, “I’m going to order all the waffles and hashbrowns this place has,” she gestures to the two of you, “Figure this out. Cause you’re both in my life and stuck with each other even if you end up hating the other in the end, and that’s non-negotiable.”

She stands from the table and you place your hands in your lap, glancing up at Steve with your lip between your teeth as he pinches the bridge of his nose. When you both make eye contact, you snort a little and you both start laughing at the ridiculousness of it all.

He sighs and leans back in his chair, rubbing his cheek and trying to hide his smile, “Good morning.”

Laughing again, you shake your head and lean forward, “Steve I-”

He sighs, “Listen. She’s right. I don’t wanna admit she’s right, because I had a lot of fun with you,” his hand rubs the back of his neck and he bites the inside of his cheek, “Like a lot. But, if we end up hurting each other, we end up hurting her, and I can’t do that.”

Nodding, you ignore the fluttering in your stomach the words cause, but you know he’s right. You’d only known Robin a few short weeks and already she was one of the greatest things to ever happen to you. You couldn’t risk losing her either, and you knew that you’d be the one left behind if anything happened, their connection and friendship too strong.

“Friends?” you hold out your hand.

He grips your hand, shaking it. Both of you stare at where you’re connected a little longer than you should perhaps, and you clear your throat, “Stop picturing me naked.”

He laughs and lets go and smirks over the rim of his glass and you roll your eyes. He stretches his arm back and ruffles his hair a bit, and you have to look away from where his t-shirt rises. He leans back in his chair as he drags out a, “Soooo,” the legs of the chair hitting the pavement again as he leans forward and cocks his eyebrow with a smirk twitching on his lips, “Rocketman?”

“Oh, fuck off,” you throw a napkin at him and he dodges it laughing.

Robin sits back down with a huff, “So, laughing. That’s a good sign. What’s the verdict?”

Steve and you look at each other and then at Robin and speak at the same time, “Friends.”

She grins and then Steve leans closer to her with pleading eyes and a fake pout of his lips, “Will you tell me what Rocketman means?”

Knowing full well that the puppy dog pout works on Robin, your eyes widen as her mouth opens. Leaning across the table, you slap your hand over her mouth, her eyes sparkling up at you.

When you start to sit back down, finger pointing at her in a warning, you can’t help but notice Steve’s eyes trailing down the curves of your body and landing at the little bit of your midriff that became exposed where your shirt had risen.

Friends. You are just going to be friends. Friends who had out of this world sex with each other and knew what the other looked like naked and looked at each other like that - but friends.

Steve held up his fingers as he shot out ideas, “My penis is like a rocket? Length? Velocity? Gir-”

Robin slaps the side of his head, “Ew, gross don’t talk about your penis at breakfast.”

The two argue about what can and should be considered as appropriate breakfast talk. You hide your smile as Steve winks at you.

The next few weeks are interesting. You change his name to Steve in your phone - Rocketman no longer. Although he takes every opportunity he can to bring it up the few times you’ve seen each other since. Lunch with him a few times during the workdays with Robin, and you had only shared a few moments of lingering stares, a few accidental hand brushes that had made your stomach flip flop like a seesaw. And the more you learned about Steve, the harder it was becoming to not like him.

Especially with what surrounded you in the current “dating” scene. None of these guys were living up to “Rocketman” or Steve. Boring guys who couldn’t get a joke or make one to save their life, absolute skeeze-ball assholes, or guys who’d flounder around, never finding your clit, cum and then roll off of you and ask if you finished before promptly passing out or sneaking out - leaving you high and dry every time.

It had been three weeks since you’d had good sex. Three weeks since you’d orgasmed from someone other than your own fingers or vibrator. When Robin called and asked if you wanted to go out for drinks, you prayed to whatever gods were out there that they pretty please let you have some good prospects tonight.

Nursing a small pre-game drink, you call down your hallway to Robin, stepping past the piles of the four outfits she’d changed into and deemed not the one, “Robs, you looked hot in the first outfit, Nancy is going to love it! Put it back on and let’s go!”

Robin pokes her head out of the bathroom door, cocking her eyebrow at you, “Girl, you are cranky when you don’t have sex - you should talk to someone about-” she ducks at the dress you fling at her, smiling, “Are you sure it wasn’t too ‘come get some’?”

“Don’t you want her to come get some?” you lean against the wall and grin.

Robin opens her mouth and widens her eyes as a knock on your door lightly echoes through the apartment and you frown.

Robin shoos you away, closing the door and yelling through it, “Tell him I’ll be ready in five minutes.”

Rolling your eyes, knowing that statement was far from true, “Tell who you’ll be-”

You shouldn’t have been surprised when you open your door to see Steve standing there. Dark denim jeans that fit him perfectly, a black shirt that was just a little too tight stretching across his chest, shoulders and biceps and a necklace chain peeking out at the collar. You’re pretty sure your gulp is audible as you try not to focus on the scruff on his jaw or the way his eyes seem to eagerly take in your body as well.

“Hi,” you manage to squeak out.

He smiles, shoving his hands in his pockets, “Hey.”

Both of you stand there in an awkward silence until Steve blows out his breath, clearing his throat, “You look nice.”

Tugging the sleeves of your jean jacket over your wrists and glancing down at the black lace camisole type of top and black denim shorts you have on, “Thanks. You too.”

Robin comes crashing out of the bathroom and Steve’s eyes go up at her outfit, “Wow, Robs you look-”

She points a finger at him, frowning, “Don’t say a word.”

He clamps his mouth shut, eyes sparkling as she takes the drink from your hand and downs the rest of it before gesturing to head out the still open door.

Somehow you end up squeezed next to Steve in the back of the uber, your thighs pressing together and arms accidentally bumping. He keeps trying to shift away from you but Robin’s bouncing legs and constant fidgeting on his other side makes him lean into you more. The intoxicating scent of Steve’s cologne so close to you floods you with memories of your night together. Your need for sex like that again pulses throughout your body and you hold your breath for some sort of relief.

When you get out of the uber, taking a deep breath of the fresh air that doesn’t make your thighs clench together, you watch Robin start to jog down the sidewalk towards a brown curly haired girl waving. Watching her eyebrows go up, her cheeks flushing a little pink as she takes Robin in.

Steve sighs next to you and you look over at his small smile. Aware of a brief part of their history, and you’re sure this is a little awkward for him, you nudge him, “You good?”

He rubs the back of his neck and nods, “Just a little weird. But I’m really happy for both of them. They look happy right?”

Nancy spins Robin around to take in her outfit more and Robin blushes and shakes her head. Robin’s mouth hasn’t stopped moving since she got out of the car. Nancy takes both of her hands to still them, blinking at her with a smile, she says something that leads to Robin closing her mouth and nodding.

“Yeah, they do. They look good together,” you smile.

Steve nods, a small hum slipping out of his throat. As you get closer, Nancy’s eyes brighten and she smiles, “Steve!”

He gives a little wave, “Hey Nance, it’s good to see you,” he looks slightly surprised when she hugs him, but recovers quickly, wrapping his arms around her and squeezing lightly.

She takes a step back and smiles shyly, “You too. Really.”

She turns to you and sticks out her hand, “Nancy Wheeler.”

Accepting her hand, you introduce yourself. She points between you and Steve, “So how long have you two been together?”

Steve’s neck turns red as you fumble with your words, “Oh we’re not…well, we did have…um, but we aren’t…uh-”

Robin chimes in after biting her lip and holding in a laugh at your run on babble, a hand on Nancy’s shoulder, “They’re just friends.”

Both of you nod but Nancy eyes the two of you like she knows something you don’t and then levels Steve with a look that has him rolling his eyes. She smiles at you, “My mistake, I’m sorry.”

Robin pulls her towards the bar, “Come on, I’m dying to listen to some terrible karaoke and dance my butt off.”

Nancy laughs and you follow the pair inside, snaking your way through a crowd to a table with only standing room. When you point to the bar, Robin pushes Steve back towards the table and loops her arm with yours and turns you both towards the bar.

Robin leans in closer once you get to the bar, yelling over the volume, “I really like her and I think I’m gonna fuck this up.”

Placing your hands on her shoulders, you shake your head, “I just watched the way she looked at you. She’s head over heels for you Robs. Promise.”

Her cheeks darken from their tiny blush to a deeper maroon as she grabs two of the drinks and you push her towards the table, “I’m right behind you, gonna…” you look around a little and raise your eyebrows, “Mingle.”

She salutes you with two of her fingers, holding a drink up to her forehead, “May the force be with you.”

You’re rolling your eyes and leaning onto the bar when you feel a hand on the small of your back. Turning, you find a guy with a beer in his hand, nodding towards the bar, “Can I buy you a drink?”

Glancing back at the table, Robin distributes drinks that the three old friends clink together. Smiling, you turn back to the boy in front of you and nod. Ready to settle in for a night of flirting that will probably lead to an end of the evening like every one you’d had lately - you alone with your trusty bullet.

After the first guy didn’t laugh at any of your jokes and the second one came in way too hot and heavy for so early in the evening, you make your way back to the table, chugging the last of your drink before flopping your head onto Robin's shoulder with a groan.

Robin pats your head sympathetically, and questions, "No luck?"

Grabbing a waitress as she’s walking by, "Can we get four tequila shots?" you turn to the other three, "What do you guys want?"

Steve smiles around his beer and Robin rolls her eyes and the waitress laughs.

Leaning your elbows on the table, you press your fingers to your temples "I mean, why is it that they're just god awful boring and can't keep a conversation but incredible at sex or they're funny and get your hopes up and they spend two hours trying to find your clit and pass out after cumming?" You shout the last part and Steve chokes on his beer, Nancy and Robin scrunch up their noses.

The waitress raises her eyebrows at you as she slides the shots onto the table and grins, "Sounds like I should keep those coming?"

"You have no idea," you mumble a thank you to her and look at the other three sheepishly, "Sorry, guess I'm a bit…wound up."

Robin snorts and Steve's lips move to the side like he’s biting his cheek. Nancy raises one of the shot glasses and inclines her head towards you. Wasting no time, you welcome her offer and tip your own back, letting the familiar burn sit in your throat before chasing it with the tart lime.

Picking up a second glass, you raise a brow toward Robin. She waves you off and backs away towards the dancefloor, pulling Nancy with her, leaving you and Steve alone. A few drops of tequila slosh over the side of the glass when you push the last one towards him, your fingers brushing when he takes it. His eyes don’t leave yours as the rim of the glass lingers against his lips while he waits for you to join him. You hate that you watch his neck as he tilts his head back and swallows. How mesmerized you are by his lips molding around the lime and his tongue flicking out to lick his top lip as his eyes scrunch together from the burn.

He clears his throat and you look up into his now open eyes, almost golden in this lighting, the blues and greens fading away to make room for the brown tones, reminding you of sunshine. It was like you were the earth, begging for more of it to light you up. Drawn towards them, craving him like he was what gave you air to breathe.

Stepping back from the table, you scold yourself for being so wrapped around a boy so quickly. He smiles and glances down at the table, "I think I'm having the exact opposite problem as you."

Your eyebrows shoot up, as you question him, "What?"

He shakes his head and rips at the label of his beer with his thumb, "I don't want to just waste my time anymore. But I mean,” he smirks, keeping his eyes on the shredding label, “I’m also not gonna say no to sex.” His hand reaches back, tousling his hair and you try to focus on his words instead of his arm muscles flexing, “But if I don’t have sex with them, I’m losing my mind, and if we do it feels like I’m cheapening it, or they end up being crazy or…" he sighs and grimaces, shaking his head like you should forget about it.

He nods towards the crowd, smiling, "Anyways. We're not all bad. Go get 'em."

Taking the chance to take a deep breath and close your eyes, you nod and spin away from him. Talking about sex and relationships? It felt like dangerous territory to enter with Steve. So you make your way into the crowd for your next prospect. But no amount of hair twirling, bicep squeezing or laughing at jokes that weren't funny could stop you from sneaking glances at Steve. And maybe it was the smoky haze over the dance floor, or the few drinks you'd had, or the way you kept catching Steve's eyes locked on your lips and drinks as you listened to guys try to pick you up with all the lines you'd heard already, but your brain started to work up an idea. Started to think a little more about what Steve had said.

When you return to the table, you notice Robin and Nancy particularly cozy with each other on the dance floor and you shrug your jacket off. Steve clears his throat and you watch how glued to your body he is. Eyes drinking you in like you’re the beer pressed to his lips. It was only more fuel for the frustration that had been building for weeks. Tired of torturing yourself, you need to do something. And as Steve’s gazes became more obvious throughout the night, you were convinced he’d be on board with the plan you’d been concocting.

So, when Steve looks at Robin and Nancy, chugging the last of his drink and presses his hand to your lower back as he mumbles, "I'll be right back," you follow him.

The music dulls as you enter the slightly brighter brick hallway that led to the bathrooms. At the sound of the bar crowd echoing through the open door behind him, Steve turns, eyebrows raising curiously at you.

Gripping your hands into fists at your sides, clenching and unclenching them repeatedly as you take a deep breath, your plan falls out of you before you lose your nerve, "I think we should be friends with benefits."

His eyebrows shoot up even higher and a choking sound leaves the back of his throat as he asks, "What?"

Before you lose your confidence, you keep going, taking steps closer to him, "Listen. I'm not interested in being in love or dating you. You're not gonna break my heart Harrington. I just wanna have sex with a guy who can make me laugh and give me an orgasm.”

Leaning his shoulder against the brick wall, arms crossing with a slight grin on his face, "How drunk are you?"

Waving your hand at him, you push on, "I'm perfectly and totally okay being the girl you have sex with so you don't blow your load trying to hold out for the one or whatever."

He laughs and rubs his palm over his face, you know he’s breaking as he falters over his words, "Y/N...Robin doesn't want us to..."

The toes of your chucks tap against the tips of his shoes as you stop right in front of him, whispering, hands pressing to his chest, "Steve. I've watched you watching me all night. I know you want to have sex again too," your fingers pull at his belt loops, pulling his growing length against your hips, relishing in the way he has to close his eyes.

You press your chest against his and his head falls back against the brick, eyes fluttering open as you whisper, "It doesn't have to be complicated Steve. Just sex. No strings attached. Fun."

He places his hands on your shoulders, fingers digging into your skin, he sucks his breath in as your hand works at unbuttoning his jeans. One of his hands moves to pull your chin to look him in the eyes, "Seriously. No strings attached. We don’t hurt each other. We don’t hurt Robin."

Your hands dip below his waistband, palming his length before wrapping your hand around him and tugging gently as you whisper, "Rule number one: we never tell Robin."

Leaning forward, you brush your lips against the column of his exposed neck and smirk against his skin at the whimper that falls from him as you start pumping your hand faster.

Steve sucks in his breath, fingers trailing down your shoulders, pulling the straps with them as he gasps out, "Number two: no emotions. We stop before anyone gets hurt. Save the friendship.”

Your lips trail up his neck, leaving a kiss below his ear as you press your body against his thigh, hiding what your hand was doing from the doorway, "Number three: we tell the other person if we're sleeping with other people or if we have dates. No texting or interrupting dates or other hookups - we never leave a date for the other person.”

Your hand pumping faster pulls a groan from Steve. He pulls your hand from inside his pants, grabbing your wrist, he pulls you around the corner into an unoccupied bathroom. He pushes you against the wall and leans in before breathlessly asking, "Kissing?"

You nod and he attaches his lips to your neck, hands lifting you onto his thigh as he presses you both into the door to keep it closed. His kisses trail up to your ear, then down your jaw before he presses his mouth to yours slowly. You roll your hips against his thigh. As he deepens the kiss, his hands on your hips encourage you to brush back and forth against him, seeking the friction you'd been craving since sending those texts between each other weeks ago.

Grinding on his thigh as you chase his lips greedily, he meets you with sighs you capture with your mouth. Lips moving in a harmony together that just felt right, the taste of beer on his tongue swiping out over your lip. His hands on your waist tighten, pushing you faster on his thigh as you no doubt were leaving a wet patch on his jeans through your own layers, arousal building quickly and intensely.

He starts to pop open the buttons on your shorts and you grip the back of his head as he pulls away and nips at the skin on your neck before gasping out, “Pet names?”

Somehow having enough clarity to remember his text that said honey, and the risk of becoming too much of a couple in a relationship you nod but then clarify, "But only during sex."

He nods again, mouth detaching from the bruise he’d been sucking into the dip by your collarbone, kissing up to your ear, nibbling your earlobe as he drops you to the ground and yanks your shorts and underwear down to your ankles as you pull him from his boxers that he pushes down his thighs.

His hands find your hips and lift you once more, your thumb swipes over the leaking mushroom tip, pulling the precum down and around him with a few tugs before he’s brushing himself through your slick and lining himself up at your entrance.

"Condoms?" he asks breathlessly.

You moan as he slides between you, your soaking lips already trying to suck him in and you whimper, "Birth control."

Steve pauses, his fingers cupping your jaw, "Yeah, but if you're sleeping with other people-"

You shake your head, "You're right, you're right-not tonight? But after?"

His forehead presses against yours as he nods, nose bumping against your cheek as he whispers, “You sure about this?”

Eyes opening, you stare into one another intensely, foreheads and noses pressed together. A cliff, toes hanging off the edge as you watch loose gravel fall to its demise. You both know it probably isn't going to end the way you want it to, but one lick of his lips as he looks at yours is all it took for you to press yourself down onto his length slowly as you nod.

Your eyes flutter closed as you grip his shoulders, gasping from the feeling of him slowly filling you up. His fingers dig into your hips as he slowly pushes up into you, both of you moaning from the pressure and pleasure.

You slide further down onto him and he presses his face into your neck mumbling, "Fuck, baby, you take me so…" Steve trails off, words caught in gasps and grunts into your skin. Your hands find the back of his hair, eyes fluttering open as his hips start to move, pulling himself out of you and thrusting back up.

You clench around him and he nips at your neck, kissing down your jaw until he finds your lips again. Both of you crashing into each other as he starts to thrust faster, kissing no longer the intimate foreplay from before, but the result of your primal desire - your rapidly climbing arousal. It’s messy and sloppy, lips biting and brushing against each other with no real pattern, just a need to be touching and moving against the other.

Every thrust reaches that spot that it seems only Steve can hit, deep inside of you as his hands move from your hips to under your thighs, the door rattling behind you with every pump up into you.

Every time your shoulders and head hit up and back against the door, you feel yourself clench tighter around him, hear him practically growl from the feeling. It’s already becoming too much, arching your back and tugging his hair as your head hits the door again, “Fuck!, Yes, keep going - Steve, I-"

Steve’s lips collide with yours in a rushed kiss as he nods, smiling around each other, almost laughing from the pleasure and euphoria as he commands, “Say my name again.”

You bite his bottom lip, moaning into him, “Steve.”

A low rumble from his chest as he starts pumping into you even harder, both of you smacking against the door harshly.

Your orgasm is coming faster than it ever has. Body reacting to every touch like it was an electric charge to your very core. Your hips snapping together, bodies colliding in what can only be described as filthy sounds, your hands wind the front of his shirt into your fists as your back arches further off the door in an ache to be closer to him. The grunts and moans coming from the two of you mixed with your head hitting the door repeatedly in time with his thrusts echo off of the bathroom walls and feel downright pornographic. Your growing arousal pushes cries of pleasure to fall from your lips that he quickly captures and swallows with his mouth.

His hands squeeze under your thighs, pushing you forcefully against the door again and your fingers grip the back of his head. You swear you’re seeing an entire galaxy behind your eyes as he moves one hand and presses his fingers into your swollen clit. You come forcefully against him, waves of weeks of desperation and a need to be fucked like this vibrating from your head down to your toes curling inside your shoes wrapped around his hips. It comes in tidal wave after tidal wave as he presses circles into your sensitive bead, nipping your bottom lip as your thighs start to shake. His hips stutter up into you as he comes himself, both of you sighing from the feeling of him filling you up completely.

Panting into each other's mouths as he slowly stops thrusting, his fingers find your hips again. You let your head fall back against the door, sweaty and breathless and you laugh, "Thank you, god."

Steve presses his lips to your glistening chest and neck, kissing up to your chin. You drop your head to see him grinning like an idiot.

His nose brushes against yours as his fingers tighten on your hips and a low rumble of a laugh comes from his chest as he pants out, "Most people just call me Steve."

A/N: Truly cannot thank @sweetsweetjellybean enough for being my Beta reader/editor, guiding hand and right hand wing woman - this wouldn't be posted/anything without her 🖤

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kithtaehyung · 3 years ago

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Hi ryen!

just wanted to drop by and let you know that you and your fics is what keeps me coming back to tumblr 🥺 tbh when I found your blog and read your stories I knew you were gonna be one of my faves, I was sooo happy ‘cause I have something to check again in this silly app HAHA. is all!

idk, I just suddenly remembered the authors I follow and checked their blogs and literally more than half of ‘em are either on hiatus or they deactivated because life’s a bitch sometimes yk, very understandable, which made me think of you and maybe someday you’ll have to go too ;-; but we’ll understand! you deserve to be happy too and if you decide to end making fics, support support support!!! we love youu and thank you for making us feel all these emotions thru your fics and your kindness 🤍 keep slayin’ mwa!

Oh gosh, you’re gonna make me blush😭🦋 I’m so honored?? And my stories will be here<33

I totally understand that everyone moves on, no matter the reason. Though, I think lately it’s been because of the stark difference in engagement? Which is so true coming from someone that’s been a reader for quite a few years now. It seems that readers are more silent lately (likes versus reblogs, liking all parts of a series then moving on instead of saying something, etc.) which contributes to a lot of authors wondering if it’s worth it to continue spending time and energy on content if they aren’t gonna know what people are excited about. Completely understandable, too, since writing is fcking hard, yall🫠 Just the smallest comment can keep your fave writers going!

But you are just.. wow. A gem!! Let’s not think about my moving on just yet😂 I am having way too much fun with y’all to just up and leave. So no worries there, love💛 I wanna keep making happy and comforting content for y’all as long as I can.

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laylasbunbunny · 2 years ago

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No stop you’re making me blush🧎🏾‍♀️ BUT OF COURSE I AM GOING TO REBLOG YOU’RE AMAZING WORK IT NEEDS TO BE SEEN

Also I’m soooo glad my comments made you happy!!!!!!

Here is my favorite butterfly 🦋

Sending LOVE!!!!!💛

Not really an important post or like notification, it's more so an appreciation to everyone who reads my stuff, and kind of a little shout out to some pretty special people who make writing fun for me and make it worth it.

As some of you may have read, I haven't been able to really get on a write often because my work schedule is wack which means my sleeping schedule can not be wack and I actually have to sleep :P But I really will try to get some stuff out, I'm doing my best, I'm just so tired :'(

But anywho!!!

Here's some great people who make writing amazing! (Please be sure to comment and/or reblog peoples any artist/writers posts, it means so much more than a like :'))) )

@sunflwryu @readeryu <3 You make the struggle of trying to stay awake and write fics worth it because your tags when you reblog my fics are honestly so special to me, I love reading them, and I read them over and over. It's also so nice just being able to talk to someone every day, even though I complain a good bit about how crappy work is, you listen and you're always there for me, and I'll always be there for you. Thank you for being the coolest yondongsaeng. ALSO, PLEASE CHECK OUT THEIR FICS ON THEIR MAIN BLOG! SO GOOD! SO SO SO GOOD! <3

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@laylasbunbunny <3 You absolutely blew up my phone with notifications and I cannot thank you enough for how kind you were and what you said and your reblogs, oh my gosh, I just, I was so so so happy when I saw all the notifications. Especially since you read some of my fics that even I forgot I wrote because they don't get enough recognition, but you recognized them and that is just, so amazing, and I cried a little bit, so thank you so so so so so much! <3

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@mybabywearschanel <3 Yeonjunie lover, the one singular person that wanted to be tagged in Theater Baby, I appreciate you, and everything that you'd send to my inbox whenever there was an update on the fic. I will always remember the one inbox thingy you sent when Hyejin got what was coming for her, and you put a meme with it, and that made me smile all fricking day, just to know that you liked it enough to not only message me, but to put the cutest meme in with it. Thank you a million times over, so much <3

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superblysubpar · 2 years ago

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I'M CRYING 😂💛💛💛

I can't handle your tags either, those can't hide everyone needs to see them 😂

Thank you SO much for reading and taking the time to leave this review!! 💛

We Got Love:

modern!steve harrington x fem!reader

Summary: Steve picks you up from the bar after your night out with Robin and he realizes he's overwhelmingly in love. | masterlist | Title/fic inspiration song always at the bottom - steve's music | even if a fic is not marked 18+, my blog is - please respect this

WC Range: 5-10k

Warnings: reader consumes alcohol with descriptions of being tipsy / fluffy gooey hopelessly in love with each other kissing and flirting

A/N: A night out with @loveshotzz in Chicago had us thinking about Steve picking us up and bringing us to McDonald's and then a sweet anon sent a thought about Steve helping our tipsy selves and thus this fic was born. I hope you love it!💛

Steve was in too deep. He wasn’t supposed to fall this hard or this quickly. Sure, he’s known for giving his heart away too easily, but he knew this was different. He knew you were different. He was going to take it slow this time - he had a whole plan.

He’s never been a good planner.

You’re sweet and soft, but you’re not afraid to bite back. You’ve got an energy about you, and sometimes he feels a little like you’re the sun. He can’t help but be drawn to you, like you’ve got a gravitational pull just for him, but if he gets too close too fast he’s gonna get burned like he always does.

But Jesus Christ, you’re not making it easy for him. You’re so sweet and perfect already, but you have to be gorgeous too? Cause you’re always pretty, but tonight…wow. And your ass in those jeans. His hands form fists at his sides, planting his heels into the floor so he doesn’t just start making out with you in front of Robin. He’s going a little insane - like he feels like he needs to keep his hands on you at all times or he’ll literally stop breathing, he’ll die if he doesn’t get to kiss you and -

He’s so fucked.

Hair curled and bouncing across your shoulders as Robin and you dance and headbang to the early 2000s playlist she insisted would pump you up for your girls night out. His bathroom counter is littered with lipsticks and various tubes of things you hold up to him in the store for his opinion on. He just nods and asks ‘Do you like it?’ before you drop it into the red cart with a smile and leave a kiss on his cheek.

A laugh that has the ability to actually crawl into his chest and burrow inside of his heart leaves you as Robin gives you shit for being high maintenance. He hides a smile from his spot leaning in the doorway as you insist that the tequila shot is going to be better with the orange, “Trust me, Robs. When have I steered you wrong?”

Robin starts to list several times you’ve done just that and your face scrunches as you stick your tongue out at her. Steve watches you both lick salt from your wrists and as you make eye contact with him he clears his throat and looks down, cheeks flushing pink at the thought of your tongue like he’s thirteen again.

Yup, totally fucked.

The clink of your glasses on the counter draws his eyes up once more, your face squished in amusing pain as you suck on the orange slice, eyes fluttering open and removing it with a wide smile directed at him over Robin’s shoulder. Body wiggling and hands clapping together as the alcohol enters your body and another laugh leaves it as Robin begrudgingly admits to liking the orange.

A pink stain left on the rim of the glass and one on his cheek after you skip over to him, arms wrapping around his neck. Steve’s hands find their favorite spot on your hips, fingers slipping seamlessly into the belt loops and trying not to think about how your hips and ass are gonna look dancing out at the bar without him. How you naturally sway easily to the beat, and smile around the skinny neon straw between your teeth as someone tells a story. How in between turns at an arcade game or a round of pool you use the stick or someone’s open fist to sing along to the songs playing because your walls come down a little from just a few drinks.

You lean back to peer at him with a smile that makes his heart stutter, sure he’ll need to seek actual medical attention to get it restarted as you tap your nose to his chin. God, you’re so fucking pretty.

“You gonna be okay all by yourself tonight handsome?”

Handsome.

He can’t help but sigh a little when you call him that. Can’t help the way his hand moves to push a piece of your hair behind your ear like he’s a leading man in a rom com you’ve made him watch.

He wants to tell you the truth. That no, as a matter of fact, he will not be okay alone and he needs you to stay. And it freaks him out a little bit that he wants you to stay forever and it’s not even for sex. He wants to debate about the best candy to have with popcorn, for you to shove your cold hands under his shirt and press your nose into his neck. To banter about what to watch only for you to fall asleep five minutes into it. Words on the tip of his tongue that he doesn’t want you to leave ever. Because you’re going to go out tonight and go back to your place and he feels crazy because he wants you to just move in and that’s not in the plan. That’s not taking it slow at all, Harrington.

Raising your eyebrows at him, waiting for his response, his hands now push your hair from your shoulders gently. Swallowing harshly as his fingertips graze over the straps of your black tank top hiding under a jacket, trailing up your neck and back down relishing a little in the goosebumps that rise in their wake. A non committal hum leaves his pursed lips before he sighs, “You know, I really don't know. I think you should stay, just to be safe.”

It’s not the words that cause the feeling of a box of bouncy balls being dropped in your stomach, but the way Steve says them with that look. Tone and eyes warm like honey dripping over every inch of you, sealing your body in a sweet and sticky heaviness. Convinced you’d melt into an actual pile of goo if he let go of you, ready to shout how you’re feeling from every open window at every tallest peak in the world. Tequila and citrus mingle with the words that dance on your tongue, making it all a little harder to keep inside. You’re far too tempted to tell Robin that there’s a change of plans and you’ll have to stay curled up next to your boyfriend for the rest of your life.

You don’t say those things though, but you pretend to play along with his game - to see how much of his heart he’s willing to give away before you give all of yours to him.

“Well, safety is my middle name…”

Steve’s smile widens, lopsided and rising on the right and you want to reach out and trace over his lips and memorize the smile you’re able to pull out of him - just for you. Body filling with heat at the thought as his hands squeeze at your shoulders.

Thumbs brushing across your neck as he takes the smallest step to fully close the distance between your bodies, “Right, so really, it’s your duty to-”

“Oh god, I need another shot!” Robin smacks her head against the counter several times, “Please, for my sake, would you just kiss and say goodbye so we can go already?”

Stepping onto your toes, your nose brushes Steve’s and he sighs as your lips hover over his, “Don’t have too much fun without me, okay?”

A clink of Robin’s shot glass hitting the counter makes your lips twitch.

“Fun? Without you? Just misery with no company here.” Steve huffs and taps the tip of your shoes with his socked foot. Pouting his lips out dramatically in one last feeble attempt to get you to stay. You catch his bottom lip with yours, pressing a soft and over too quick kiss there.

Robin bangs her head on the counter again as his fingers slip into your hair, cradling the back of your head. His tongue pokes out to lick across his top lip, citrus and salt lingering on it.

Warm eyes dancing between yours as he whispers a plea, “One more?”

Desperate for a pillow to scream into, to kick your legs and giggle like the lovesick fool that you are, you just bite back a grin as he tilts your head further. Lips molding around yours, soft and lazy and making you feel like you’re the only two people in the world. Noses squished together, thumbs buzzing across your cheeks, Steve sighs into you and your foot practically pops like you’re in a black and white movie and the end credits song is going to start playing.

The tap of Robin’s foot in impatience and a loud clearing of her throat makes the smile you were biting back win as you pull away reluctantly. Unable to help yourself, one more quick peck to his top lip before you untangle your heart and hands from his.

Tugging Robin towards the door, you glance over your shoulder to find Steve with his hands running through his hair, eyes blinking open as you smile widely. A sing song lilt to your voice as you call back through the closing door, “Have fun with your misery!”

Robin’s voice echoes down the hallway, “You’re both disgusting!”

Your voice louder and exasperated, “You told me to kiss him goodbye!”

Steve’s forehead hits the now closed door as he groans, palms dragging over the wood before they form fists. He already misses you. He’s a chump. He’s in love. He’s pretty sure you’re the one.

So, so, so fucked.

He tries not to wallow, cause that would be pathetic.

He’s pathetic.

Alone in his apartment trying not to think of you, except you’re everywhere. He cleans up your pregame shenanigans, despite you insisting you’d do it earlier before leaving - he was happy to do it so you could have more time with Robin. There’s a blanket you bought for his couch, your favorite coffee mug fresh out of the dishwasher and hung on a hook. The scent of your perfume and body wash in his bathroom and a toothbrush next to his. Clothes returned to half of a drawer that was basically just entirely yours now.

Eventually, he’s tired of his own co-dependent self pitying and crawls into bed, curling into the pillow that now smells like you. Thoughts of you lull him into a restless sleep. Tossing and turning and desperate to reach out and feel your body clinging to his, legs tangled together and cheek pressed to his chest.

Steve would be lying if he said he didn’t love the fact he woke up at almost 2am to his phone ringing loudly, your face filling the screen. A picture he’d recently caught of you, holding a giant burrito in your hands and staring lovingly at it like it was your child.

Just the sight of it makes his chest ache and he takes maybe a second longer to answer since he’s caught up in staring at it. Clearing his throat before he answers, “Hello?”

“Oh, fuck, you sound…I…” your voice wobbles and a barely audible sigh falls into the speaker, not expecting the heavy sound of his voice. Not prepared for the deep gruff from his chest and sleep coated word to make your thighs push together like they do.

He sits up straighter and flicks on his lamp, “Hey, everything okay?”

“Ye-yeah,” you hiccup and giggle and then continue, “Yes. You just sound so sexy, I’m - well he does!” You’re shouting to Robin who he hears grumbling in the background and his bottom lip pulls in, tugged between his teeth as he fights a smile.

“Called just to tell me that, huh?” Purposely whispering so his voice sounds a little raspier, practically able to see you melting on the other side of the phone.

“Fuck…no?” His smile breaks through at the sound of your sentence ending in a question before you keep going, “I…I called because….oh! Uber! There’s like no Uber’s around and well okay there was one but we’d have to share it with these guys and…”

Steve is already pulling on sweats and the black sweatshirt you were always stealing. Pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose as he slips on the first pair of shoes he can find. Locking the front door and spinning his keys on a finger as you continue on. Somehow your story turns from Uber to Robin having a rum and coke come out of her nose because of a joke you told and how you totally crushed her at ski-ball.

He could listen to you talk about nothing and everything, just enjoying the sound of your voice and the way you light up when you tell a story. It can’t be crazy to be so in love with you already. You have to feel this way too, right?

“Anyways, I’m talking a lot and Robin is tapping her wrist.” You laugh and a snort comes out and somehow he falls even harder. “Like she’s ever worn a watch and been on time in her life - oh really? Name one time! Uh-huh, that’s what I thought, Buckley!”

“Babe,” Steve interrupts, rubbing his jaw to fight the aching smile he’s had on his face for the past few minutes. It’s a new name still, sticky in his throat and makes his heart speed up a little at the risk of saying it every time, but he loves the way you react.

“Yeah?” A little breathless, he can hear you smile through the phone. Easily able to picture the piece of hair twirling around your finger as you quietly tack on, “I like when you call me babe, Stevie.”

He breathes deeply through his nose, forehead pressing to the steering wheel. It feels like he’s drawing each word out of his brain painfully slowly because all that wants to come out is ‘I love you’ and he needs to say, “I’m in the car, where are you?”

“Oh! I’ll drop a pin! Thanks Steve I lo-” your voice cracks as it falls off before you quickly shout, “See you soon!” and then silence.

The entire drive to you is unbearably long and filled with Steve telling himself you weren’t about to say what he thinks you were.

Not that it would be a bad thing if you had said it, but he wants to be first. And he knows he feels that way about you, he just thought it was all too soon. Saying those three little words out loud has burned him before, but for some reason he knows it’s nothing like the pain he’ll feel if he says them to you and you don’t say them back.

As snowflakes hit his windshield and disappear just as quickly, he comes to a stop at a red light, the barcade just on the other side of the intersection and he smiles. You’re out on the sidewalk with Robin who appears like she’s trying not to look amused as you cabbage patch and disco to a song that must be playing. Stopping suddenly, he can tell you shout that it’s snowing and Robin must say something sarcastic back because you wave her off and start to spin a little. Head thrown back with a wide smile, tongue sticking out to catch a snowflake. He pulls up to the curb and hops out of the car.

Your head falls forward and his name leaves your lips behind the widening smile, the ‘E’ at the end trailing off and wrapping around his heart.

Steve’s hair is a mess, carmel and honey, lazily askew and you ache to card your fingers through it. Can you do that yet? Is jumping into his arms and running your hands through his hair after only a few hours away from each other too needy? Your buzzed brain and body are toeing the line of not really caring if it is. Especially with his glasses falling down the slope of his nose, hands in his sweatshirt pocket and a smile on his lips. Gray sweats sitting low on his hips and you bite back a smile at the loafers he probably quickly grabbed. Lit up in oranges and yellows from the streetlight and neon green of the bar sign flashing overhead. You could jump his bones right there against the car.

Falling into his arms with a low and content sigh, your fingers lock around his neck and toy with the ends of his hair in a sort of compromise with yourself. Nose pressing into his jaw, inhaling the familiar scent you’d missed in just a few short hours. Woodsy, maybe a little leather, and Steve and you could dare to call it home already. Swallowing the thought down, you whine a little and reveal a different thought, “Fuck, you are so handsome.”

Steve’s breath catches like you haven’t called him that before, taking in the way you blink and flutter your eyelashes, wet from snowflakes melting on your skin. Arms wrapping around your waist to keep you up right - or at least that’s his excuse.

“I’m sure you say that to all the guys,” his voice still scratchy with sleep. He clears his throat, thumb rubbing against your skin just under the hem of your shirt. He’s lost in the feeling of you relaxing into his hold completely, like there isn’t any other place you’d rather be. Realizing that he can be a little needy with you, because you are with him.

The warm pads of his fingers on the exposed skin of your sides threaten to draw all of your attention. Forgetting what you said, what he said, or why you were even there. All information gone from your brain other than the fact that his lips are right there and looking far too kissable.

Pulling slightly away so you can stare into his eyes, you grin, touching your nose to his quickly, “Only you, Goose.”

Steve risks sliding his hands up your sides more, your shirt rising ever so slightly and his fingers buzzing over your skin. You love the way his lips quirk up at the nickname and he loves the shiver that runs through you and the way your breath hits his cheek sharply as he touches his forehead to yours and whispers, “Flattery will get you everywhere, Maverick.”

Rising onto the tips of your chucks, fingers finally pushing up and finding a home in Steve’s hair and you sigh. The neon lights could dim, a pop song could start playing and script scrawling across the screen announcing they lived happily ever after could all happen and you wouldn’t even be remotely surprised. It all feels a little like a dream, this thing with you and Steve, and you really hope you don’t ever wake up from it.

Mouth hovering over his, the mint of toothpaste on his breath begging to mix with the alcohol on yours, but leave it to your mutual best friend to ruin the moment yet again.

“Get a room!” Robin’s hands tap the side of the back car door, her plea echoing down the quickly emptying sidewalk.

Steve turns to glare at her, her body half out the window and a wide grin on her face. The two old friends in a staring contest and silent conversation when your stomach growls and a giggle slips out of your lips. Tugging on Steve’s shirt as you request, “Hey, can we get chicken nuggets?”

Robin snaps her fingers and points to you, “Yes! Now that’s more like it! Oh! And fries!”

“And a shake!” You jump up and down and Steve rolls his eyes at both of you, his hands still on your hips giving a light squeeze though.

He fights his amusement at your tipsy state and sighs dramatically, “Any more requests?”

“Nope!” spinning past him, he opens the car door and helps you in as Robin grumbles about her not receiving any help to get into her seat.

Steve begins to stand and your fingers tug him down by the collar, “Wait! I thought of one more thing I want.”

Snow turning to rain on the back of his neck as you lean in closer and he whispers, “Yeah? What’ll it be, honey?”

“A kiss,” smiling as your lips hover over his.

Steve’s cheeks turn pink and you’re so totally and completely in love with him it physically hurts when he whispers, “As you wish,” and presses his lips to yours.

It’s not a sweet and quick kiss like he intended, you’re a little greedy with it. Fingers clutching his sweatshirt, mouth parting over his and he can’t help but hold your cheeks and pull you in deeper.

“I’m seriously going to puke in your car Steven, and it’s not from the alcoholic beverages I’ve consumed tonight.”

Robin’s annoyed tone sends a giggle ripping through you, breaking the kiss and your hands release him and Steve takes a moment to take you in longer. Lips a little redder and glossier, eyes shimmering under fluttering eyelashes and his thumbs brush over your cheeks and he sighs, “You’re trouble, you know that?”

A grin and a kiss to his palm as your eyes look up at him innocently but your mouth forms a smirk tells him you definitely know.

He releases you reluctantly and closes the door carefully before jogging around the front of the car. Absolutely worth the flick to his ear he receives from Robin as he brings your hand up to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles before letting his hand rest on your thigh.

The drive to McDonald’s is not long, just down a few blocks, but it feels like years to your tipsy state. Steve’s fingers brush your thigh back and forth, setting your skin on fire despite the layer of fabric between them. Aimlessly playing with his fingers, brushing over his wrist before a song on the radio catches your attention.

Steve watches as you light up, turning the dial and proceed to belt out almost every lyric wrong, but somehow manage to try to sing along to the guitar and the drums at the same time. You end up leaning across the console, fingers playing with his hair, his ear, his jaw and it takes every ounce of his willpower to keep his eyes on the road.

“Keep your hands to yourself until I’m out of the car please, I’m begging you,” Robin moans from her totally horizontal position in the backseat, eyes glaring at you.

Your frown is amusing, like a kid told they can’t have their cookie until after they eat their vegetables and you pout. Your fingers trail back to Steve’s on your thigh as he orders for you all at the drive thru. Perking up as you tug on his sleeve. “Stevie, don’t forget-”

“Oh, can I get extra sweet and sour please?”

Your smile is brighter than the neon light from the yellow arches illuminating the car and he knows he really is a goner after you do a little dance in the seat as the fries and nuggets hit your lips. Peeking up at him as you sip your shake, wiping your lips before asking, “What?”

He shakes his head. “Nothing, you’re just really cute.”

You duck your head down and hide your smile in your last nugget as Robin sighs around her fries. She leans forward as Steve pulls up to the curb outside of her place and wraps her arms around you from behind and squeezes, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

You start to turn, “What are you talking about, I’m staying the-”

Robin kisses your temple and starts to get out, “No you’re not. Have a good night lovebirds!” She calls loudly, saluting with fries in her hand before entering her apartment building.

Snow that’s turned to rain fully and hitting the roof of the car mingles with the music playing softly and you smile at him. Voice suddenly shy and quiet as you ask, “Your place?”

Steve can't get you home fast enough. You’re all cherries and chocolate ice cream and salt - stolen kisses at every stop sign. Giggling as he tells you that you gotta stop or he’s gonna get a ticket, placating you with more fries and asking about your night.

He’s driving himself a little crazy as he finally pulls to a stop in front of his place, fingers gathering yours and pulling you out of the car and up the front steps. Steve wants to let your hands wander, to keep that smile on your face, but he can see the food turned your tipsiness to sleep and it tugs on you, making your limbs heavier and your eyelids flutter more. He knows that as soon as your head hits the pillow, you’re going to be out. The responsible thing to do is to get you to bed.

As the door closes, you lean in to kiss Steve like you’ve been wanting to all night. Desperate to disappear into each other without the impatient and annoyed eyes of Robin next to you any longer. Fingers tugging at the strings of his hoodie, pulling Steve’s body against yours. Your lips attach to his with no intent of ever letting them go.

“Missed you,” a breathless pant against his lips as you continue your assault on them, hands sliding into his hair and scratching at his scalp. Smiling around his lips as he groans at the feeling, his hands landing on either side of your head to catch himself.

Pulling away despite your whine of protest, he kisses your neck, nibbling a little before pressing more kisses into your skin. Your back arches and he sighs, this is definitely going to be harder than he anticipated. Words lost in your skin between kisses up and down your neck, “Missed you too.”

Steve can’t believe the words he’s about to say, especially when you’re looking at him like that. Kiss swollen lip tucked between your teeth, skin flushed - glitter and sweat kissed, curls of your hair falling loose and framing eyes that seem to be reading his thoughts and hungry with an equal amount of want.

Steve’s eyes warm, cinnamon and moss melting and climbing over you and you want to let him take every inch, want to tell him it’s all his. The pad of his thumb brushes over your bottom lip as he swallows harshly. He pulls at it, letting it pop out in a pout that he kisses slower and sweeter than before. Steve sighs into your lips as you part further for him, fingers trailing down to his jaw to hold him closer to you.

His forehead pressed to yours, his words are a breath against your lips, “Come on, time for bed, trouble.”

Is it the alcohol or is it Steve’s lips and words that make everything feel a little off kilter? He makes you dizzy, and giddy and he’s the one who’s trouble because you weren’t supposed to fall this hard for a boy like him. He can’t possibly want a girl like you.

As your eyes flutter open, he’s pulling at your hands, thumb brushing over your knuckles and leading you down the hallway. Not stopping at the bedroom, but continuing on to the bathroom. Steve hands you your toothbrush, kissing your temple with the promise of a change of clothes. Leaving you to stare at your reflection and wonder why Steve saying ‘time for bed’ and actually meaning to go to sleep has your stomach alive with more butterflies than before.

Steve cares about you. He’s not trying to sleep with you, he doesn’t care that you woke him up or made him get you McDonald’s at two in the morning. He let you leave and he cleaned up yours and Robin’s mess. Steve cares about you.

He returns, setting you on the lip of the tub as he rummages in the medicine cabinet.

“Aha! Found em,” he mumbles, pulling makeup remover wipes down and crouching in front of you.

Instead of handing you one, Steve gently wipes at your skin whispering something about how you really didn’t need all of this stuff, you know that right? Every word and every pass of his thumb with the cloth over your skin knocks a stone loose in your resolve. A paper thin wall between your heart and his now. It aches, your heart pounds loudly in your chest, filling your ears. Palms sweating, fingertips itching, breath catching like you’re about to take a jump off of a cliff.

Mouth dry as the words that yearn to come out sit ready on your tongue. Instead, your fingers catch his chin and you kiss him. Chaste and quick, eyebrows raised at him, “Why are you so sweet to me? What d’ya like me or something Steve?”

Steve tosses the wipe covered in makeup, kissing your wrist before tugging at the same hand and pulling you up to stand. Heart hammering, denting and breaking the armor he keeps around it. He could say it. He wants to say it.

But he doesn’t.

He lifts your arms and you giggle as he pulls your shirt from you and slips one of his own over your head instead. Kissing each of your cheeks as your jeans drop to the floor and he helps you step out of them. He sighs, catching your jaw like you had just caught his. “Yeah, something like that.”

Rising onto your toes, hands on each side of his face, you whisper through a smile, “How embarrassing. You like me? Do you like really like me like me or-”

Steve presses his lips to yours, arms wrapping around your waist and you sigh, hands falling to rest flat against his chest. His lips move over yours languidly. Lazy and sweet kissing that has you melting into his body. He knows he needs to stop kissing you, that you should go to bed. But he can’t stop, like your lips have a love potion in them and he’s under your spell.

Steve lifts you, carrying you to the bedroom and your kissing becomes a little sloppy, your smile forcing you to break apart for a breath. He lays you on the bed, arms on either side of your head as he hovers over you. You giggle into his lips as he pesters you with quick kisses over your face, “What’s,” kiss, “So,” kiss, “Funny?”

He nibbles on your bottom lip and pulls away and you’re eager to chase his lips, hands looping around his neck. Laughing into his smile and kiss as you sing, “You like me so much. You want to kiss me, you want to date me, you want to -”

Steve kisses your teasing away again, this time a little more passionately - like he’s trying to say all of the words he wants to with just a kiss. Stealing your breath from you, but then again he can’t really steal something you’re willing to give.

He pulls away, cradling your jaw and relishing in the dazed look on your face. He whispers into your lips as he kisses you again, “I’m gonna go get you some water, Gracie Lou.”

Smiling to himself down the hall as you finally find your voice and shout, “I knew you liked that movie!”

Steve can’t be gone for more than a minute, but when he returns, your chest rises and falls evenly, puffs of breath leaving your slightly parted lips and your face relaxed. Water to your side of the bed, he lifts the covers and slips you under them, flicking off the lamp and sliding in next to you.

Half asleep, you roll immediately. Leg slipping and tangling between his, hand on his stomach and cheek pressed to his chest. Steve lets his fingers glide over your spine, gently rubbing back and forth until his own eyes start to flutter closed. He’s going to tell you in the morning. He’ll make breakfast and coffee and he’ll finally tell you-

“I love you.”

It’s a breath against his skin, the words making goosebumps rise on it and his stomach flip. He feels you shift, your breathing heavy and your eyes still closed as far as he can tell.

“What?” he whispers to you and you don’t respond. Raising his head to peek at you, making sure you really are asleep, daring to ask again, “Y/N, baby,” he licks his lips, fingers sweating, “What did you just say?”

Nothing but a soft snore comes from you and Steve smiles so wide his cheeks hurt. He pulls you closer, practically on top of him and kisses your temple.

You love him. Arms wrapping around you tightly, he decides he’ll never tell you that you said it because he was going to be first.

Steve Harrington is in love with you too.

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Baby, Kiss Me:

steve harrington x fem! reader

Summary: Tangled up in the bed sheets all night, Steve can’t stop asking for kisses and you blurt out three little words to him. | masterlist | steve's music | even if a fic is not marked 18+, my blog is - please respect this

WC Range: 1k-3k

Warnings: none really? Petnames used, lots of kissing

"Baby," roaming hands lead to tingling spines, a wet and precise press of silk lips to the column of your throat before they brush against your skin as he commands, "Baby, kiss me."

Humming as you card your fingers through his hair, his mouth moves over your skin, savoring your taste, cherishing your sighs, making your eyelashes flutter.

A tangle of limbs, soft sheets swirled around you both, chests moving together as one breathes out and the other breathes in. The soft glow of purple dawn leaking in through the curtains behind his shoulder lets you know you've been at it for hours. That didn't seem to matter to Steve though, who was still asking for kisses between small bouts of almost falling asleep.

Mouth on his temple, you press your lips to his skin once, "Steve," another press, a squeeze of his fingers to your side, "It's almost five in the morning."

Arms wrapping around your back, falling into your hair to cradle your neck, he pulls you away so he can see your eyes, asking softly and a little smugly - proud of himself, "Yeah?"

Noses bumping together just slightly as you nod, hands trailing from his hair, to neck, to press to his chest. Your tone aching to not be amused, yet you are, "Yeah."

Rustling of sheets as he moves his body closer, his sun kissed skin pressing against yours. Steve was your sunshine, cradling you close like he was made to keep you safe and warm always. How could you not want to spend every moment fighting sleep to be closer to him?

His fingers trail down your side, a large and calloused hand grabbing at your thigh and pulling your leg across his hip as he sighs, breath warm across your cheek as he asks, "Can we not kiss at five in the morning?"

Laughing quietly, your fingers drag through his dark chest hair as a tidal wave of butterflies hiccup in your stomach. His fingertips buzz circles and swirls into your thigh, around your hip and back down.

A kiss to your nose, your cheek, your jaw, he whines against your skin, voice barely louder than a breath, "I can't stop."

He doesn't miss the way your leg wraps around him a little tighter at his admission, the way your hands press against his chest to bring you closer to him, not to push yourself away.

His hand on your lower back secures you as he rolls onto his, roaming down your body to lay you against him, thighs straddling his, nose bumping your chin as he pleads, "Just one more kiss?"

Dipping into the crook of his neck you hum as you place a kiss on his sweet pair of freckles, your little vampire bite - your favorite spot to tease him, fingers reaching up to brush them and he shivers.

Voice exasperated but tinged with humor, he sighs as he squeezes your hips, "Baby," hands moving to cup your butt, you roll your hips against him as you kiss them again. He moans, "Baby, you know that's not what I meant."

A laugh escapes you, "Steve," he squeezes your butt at his name, lips pestering your temple and forehead as you speak to his neck, "We haven't slept. We need to get some-"

He rolls you suddenly, eliciting more laughter and he's on top of you, smiling. Nose and forehead touched to yours and his eyes make you fall deeper, the colors of the ocean more prominent in them in the early morning light. Welcoming the feeling of drowning in him when he looks at you like that.

Like he loves you.

Your legs on either side of his hips raise, knees caging him in and your hands reach up to find his hair again, soft locks against your fingertips. Scratching at his scalp lightly he moans at the feeling, a small yawn escaping him. His eyes widen and he's dipping into your neck, gasping around your laughter, mumbling, "Trying to make me fall asleep," he kisses your neck, "Using the hair trick. Despicable, babe."

A form of payback, he kisses around your neck. Just barely touching the area he knows you want him most until you're wiggling and squirming underneath him.

Lips so close to that spot he can melt you with, he's greedy with his power. He nips at your ear before whispering, "Just a goodnight kiss?"

Soft whimpers from the kisses egg him on and he keeps going, lips moving up and down, but never in just the right place. Trying to remain strong you whisper, "It's five A.M, Steve Harrington," he kisses just under your ear finally, nose brushing up as you shiver. You arch your body against him as he presses another kiss to the area. His breath hot in contrast to the wet of his kiss, raising goosebumps across your skin as you remind him, "The time for goodnight kisses has long passed."

He kisses the spot again, "Well then," another kiss before a soft scrape of his teeth as he hums, "a good morning one then?"

Giggling at his antics that haven't stopped, his smile against your neck, body warm from his, buzzing off the high his lips give you - it's all to blame for what falls out.

"I love you."

The clock on the nightstand is a cruel enemy, each punctuating tick a kick to your gut as the seconds pass and he says nothing in return.

Panicking that you've ruined everything you're about to backtrack when he sits up, pulling you with him. Legs wrapped around his waist, his muscular arms around your back, chests pressed together, you feel his heart beating against you as he whispers, "What?"

Carefully pulling your hands from his hair, you cradle his cheeks. Thumbs brushing softly back and forth, you take a deep breath and repeat your devotion louder, "I love you, Steve Harrington."

His grin is so wide, dimples peeking out from under your hands and he squeezes you closer to him, "I love you too," his forehead presses to yours, "So much."

The ticking clock drowned out by your hammering heart, you can barely hear yourself ask, "Really?"

The warm pads of his fingers press deeper into your spine, nose bumping against yours as he pulls you tighter to him. Your body filling with warmth, you could overflow with buzzing nerves and excitement - with love.

Your hand moves down his jaw and his eyes flutter closed as your thumb glides over his bottom lip. He nods as you feel the exhale from his slowly parting lips, hear the almost inaudible gulp before his eyes open again.

Warm hand reaching in between yours to cradle your face in the same way you are. His eyes a swirling sea of safety, love, home as he breathes the words out against your lips once more, "I love you."

Lips pressing to yours, you could float away if his body wasn't the thing tethering you to the earth. Your hands pull him closer to you, fingers in the hair at the tips of his ears as his draws your mouth open for him.

Parted lips allow your sighs to fall into him as you feel his brows furrowing against your forehead as he focuses on your kissing. Lips moving slowly like honey dripping into you, soft and sweet like ice cream dissolving on your tongue as they taste each other, plush and comforting like the pillows he was pressing you down into.

Locking your arms around his neck, legs still around his waist, his elbows cage you in, hands tangling in your hair as he cradles the sides of your face. Kissing that's effortless and makes you keen up into his body, makes you want to freeze it in time, to let the pocket you're in together surround you forever - absorbing every touch, every sound, every movement.

But focusing on the way Steve sighs into your parted lips, the way his fingers brush your hair behind your ears, the way his nose bumps yours or his hips roll against you makes you greedy - makes you want more.

Kissing Steve is always sweet, but knowing how he feels now - how you both feel, means there's a passion and fire that was quietly building under the surface until you were both ready to set it free. A pan that’s been over the heat for too long and is threatening to bubble and boil over, too much to contain any longer.

Lips moving faster, like you were chasing the other before they could leave. Stronger, love and lust filled as your bodies press against each other harder. Gasping for air around one another's mouths until you have to part and catch your breath.

Steve is the first to pull away, forehead still pressed to yours as he pants, kissing you one more time, a short press of his lips. His eyes still closed and your hearts hammering against each other's chests, desperate to be closer, to claw out of your own skin and into the other's if they could.

Your hands find his hair again and your voice is raspy, not your own as you let out a quiet whine, "Steve," his eyes flutter open as your whisper lands against his cheek, and your body arches closer to him, "Baby, kiss me."

His mouth twitches into a smile and he keeps eye contact as he moves his head just slightly, pressing his lips softly to your wrist.

You roll your eyes as his smile becomes a smug smirk and you vow you'll never deny Steve Harrington a kiss again.

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YOU'RE MAKING ME SO EMOTIONAL 💛

Thank you so much for sharing some parts that stood out to you or you liked and reblogging I am crying 🥺

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18.3k words | This is an 18+ NSFW series | A/N at the end

Chapter Warning: smut involves semi-public, dom!/possessive!steve with some ass slapping/crying/steve calls you a slut)

Buzzing fingertips brush up and down your spine before soft lips graze over your bare shoulder, leaving goosebumps in their trail. His unintentional wake up call causes you to push your arms further under the pillow and stretch the limbs that are tangled in the sheets as you resist and welcome the slow feeling of waking. As the bed dips next to you, your eyes squeeze shut against the warm sun landing on your face, or maybe to avoid looking at the consequences of your actions last night directly in the eye.

Fluttering open slowly at the muffled sound of him walking into your bathroom just in time to catch a butt that’s too cute for words slipping behind the door. As the water of the shower starts and a quiet hum of what you’re certain is Steve Harrington singing to himself, you push your face into your pillow to fight the smile that’s forming.

It doesn’t feel like anything that warrants consequences and so far, this is a pretty fantastic way to wake up on a Sunday morning. Inhaling the scent of his intoxicating cologne that now clings to your sheets as a reminder of how you spent the night with each other, your thighs press closer together, stomach flipping in excitement. Or maybe it’s nerves. Rolling onto your back, your bottom lip squished between your teeth as you realize you’ve never done something like this. Has Steve? How is any of this even supposed to work?

Your brain begins to swirl with too many questions that hold far too many ambiguous answers. Christ, you haven’t even had a sip of coffee yet this morning, how do you even start to figure all of this out? Sitting up, your eyes roam over the trail of clothes you left in your hungry and rushed race to your bed last night. Glancing at the closed bathroom, you tug on your fingers. Did he expect to have sex again right away? After today, would you just call or text one another and ask to hook up blatantly? But, was that rude? Do you get meals together beforehand - isn’t that just dating?

A soft buzz of a phone somewhere in the pile of clothes pulls you from your spiraling, and you grab a pair of shorts and t-shirt, making your way to the kitchen. Breakfast first - take it one step at a time, just as you had told Robin to do.

As you go through the motions of pulling out fruit for breakfast and making some coffee, you’re still mulling over how all of this will work, but more importantly, how it ends. Maybe it’s a little pessimistic to think of something ending before it even begins, but it's a realistic and necessary part of the plan in your opinion. You haven’t been shy in letting Steve know your feelings on love or relationships in general, and you know he’s going to be dating during this arrangement, but will that matter?

Leaning onto the counter, you start to peel a tangerine slowly as your mind wanders to what if’s and consequences - like the hurt one or both of you could potentially feel and the Robin of it all if it ends badly. Steve’s a good guy, and you’re already certain he won’t be able to separate the sex from the feelings. You’ll end up being sick of one another, or hurting each other, all ending with being unable to be together as a group just as Robin had warned against.

“Hey.”

The sound of his voice sends your shoulders up to your ears, jumping slightly and the fruit goes shooting out of your hand as he dives to catch it. His hand closes around it, the veins prominent and trailing to his tanned forearm. Your eyes follow the lines, freckles across his bare torso pull your gaze until it’s roaming over slightly damp and dark chest hair. Connecting his freckles and moles all the way up his neck until you arrive at his face, where a soft and sleepy lopsided smile sits. Steve’s free hand reaches up and tousels his damp hair, darker and ruffled from a towel and his hand. A bead of water runs down his jaw, to his neck and you’re struck with the desire to follow it down the entire length of his body with your tongue. Swallowing harshly at the thought, your legs press together tightly.

His outstretched hand offers you the tangerine as you mutter, “Uh, thanks. Good…” you turn and fumble with a cup of coffee and hand it to him as you take far too long to finish the greeting, “morning.”

He takes a sip, a soft whisper of his own, “Morning,” around the rim of the mug. His lips twitch up even more on one side as his eyes watch your thighs stay clamped together firmly.

Settling your hip against the counter, your eyes continue to roam over his body as you both sip from your mugs. Steve’s a quiet guy you’re beginning to realize - in his head a lot. A soft and muted confidence that seems to sit under the surface of his skin, buzzing and waiting to be released at the right moment. He has to know that he looks good - freshly showered and choosing to not wear a shirt just to rile you up.

Steve sets his mug down and folds his arms over his chest, turning his head to catch you in your staring. His hazel eyes bright with mischief instead of sleep now. They have their own gravitational pull, sucking you in and hypnotizing to the point of having you blurt out the first thing on your mind, “Do you always walk around shirtless in other people's apartments?”

He raises his eyebrows, tossing a raspberry in his mouth before looking pointedly at your chest then up at your eyes, “You’re wearing my shirt.” He licks his thumb clean of the juice left from the fruit, smirking around the pad of it as he asks, “Why? Does my lack of clothing bother you?”

“Nope, not like I haven’t seen it before,” you sip your coffee, avoiding his gaze.

He hums, eating another raspberry before continuing, “So, not at all distracted? Not thinking about me at all?”

Setting your mug down with a thunk on the counter, you cross your arms, popping the p as you respond, “Nope.”

His eyes glint as they scan your pressed together legs, he’s enjoying this game of chicken far too much. It’s a situation that you know is ridiculous, but you’ve been the one to come onto Steve twice now, and it’s his turn to initiate aside from a text. Your refusal to admit you’re salivating over his shirtless body is burning under his skin, the air between you dangerous. It’s electrically charged to the point of a palpable pulse around you both. Like right before a storm hits and lightning strikes for the first time, and with the eye contact you’re giving each other, you know one of you is going to get hit.

His fingers tap aimlessly against the counter he’s leaning on, forearms and biceps flexing as he tilts his head, clearing his throat. Your lips form a smirk as you catch his eyes roam over where his shirt ends and meets your thin sleep shorts. Gesturing to your face, you whisper, “My eyes are up here, Harrington.”

He takes a deep breath and his stubbornness breaks first, turning his body, his arm reaches out and snakes around your waist, pulling you flush against him. His other hand grabs your chin and tilts your mouth up to meet his. Raspberry and citrus fill your senses as your teeth, tongue and hands clash around each other in a frantic and sloppy kiss. Steve is greedy, tugging on your bottom lip and dragging a moan out of you as he releases it with a quiet pop. His ragged breathing echoes around you both.

Smiling through your own shallow breaths, you quip, “A little worked up this morning, Steve?”

Calloused long fingers tug at your waist, his eyes locked on the space where your bodies meet. Answering your question in the motion of pulling your shorts down and lifting you onto the counter. Large hands on your hips slide you to the edge harshly. Steve doesn’t waste anymore time, hands splayed wide across your thighs as he pushes them apart and drops down. His nose and lips slide up your plush skin, frantic, rushed short kisses and barely there nips until his thumbs spread your slicked folds apart for him. Your fingers push into his still damp hair, falling back against the counter completely as you feel his breath on your aching center.

Steve laughs against you, the warm air from his mouth sending a chill up your spine as he whispers, “Fucking knew it, you’re already so wet for me,” he kisses the inside of your thigh before teasing, “A little worked up this morning, babe?”

His movements slow, confidence returning from the state he finds you in. Confirmation that you did in fact want him just as badly as he wants you this morning. Fuel for him to tease you and make you beg for it like you both seemed to love to do to the other. Hands squeezing at your thighs, he leaves a kiss on your stomach, nose nudging the hem of his shirt up as his lips graze back and forth above where you desperately want him.

“I-”

His tongue licks a long and slow stripe through your slit without warning, drawing a moan from you, unable to even recall what you were going to say. His warm breath fanning over your swollen nerves, you squirm closer and tug on his hair, searching for more.

Tongue flicking your sensitive button once, he pulls away just enough that his lips barely brush against you as he whispers, “You’re kind of needy in the morning, not gonna even say please?”

“Steve,” you whine his name out like it’s the word he wants you to say.

He draws away further, the slight scruff on his jaw tickling the inside of your legs and you huff a breath through pouted lips as he presses a kiss to your thigh instead of where he had just been. Humming as he looks up at you and admits with a boyish grin, “I like when you say my name like that.”

Lips brushing back and forth against your thigh, nipping the skin and then stopping at your entrance. His hands tighten on your hips as he teases, “Come on baby, you can say it. I know you want to say it.”

Your hips adjust on the counter, wiggling to try to get closer as your stomach somersaults at his tone. Steve grips your waist like it’s nothing, a piece of fabric about to be easily blown away by the wind. Your arousal glistens against your puffy lips, slick moisture dripping down them and onto the countertop. He peers up at you with a cocky smirk, his teasing having the exact effect he knew it would.

Steve hovers over you, tongue jutting out to kitten lick at you again and his name falls from your lips once more, this time even more desperate, hips pushing against the grasp he has on them.

He stands, hands moving down and back up your thighs now as he stares down at you. Fingertips buzzing and charging your veins like they’re wires, sending jolts of desire that lead straight to the tightening band in your stomach. His lips form a fake pout that’s threatening to crack into a smile as he teases, “So close honey, I know Steve sounds an awful lot like please, but-”

“Please.”

Your please is involuntary, and his reaction is immediate.

A finger dips into your entrance, causing you to gasp, and his thumb draws your slick up, swirling around the swollen nerves as he hovers over your face, “See? That wasn’t so-”

“Shut up, Steve,” commanding into his cocky mouth.

Steve kisses you, a brief pass of his lips against yours, before diving back in and deepening it, tongue licking your bottom lip so you can taste yourself at the same time he pushes a second finger into you. He swallows your moans, lips molding around your top one as his nose nudges against yours. His fingers quickly pump in and out of you, drawing out more sighs of his name into his mouth.

He slips a third finger into you and your back arches off of the counter as his mouth parts and pants against yours, “Yeah?”

Nodding against him, your hands grip at his bare shoulders, fingernails pressing crescent-moon indents into his skin as he curls all three fingers and his thumb leaves soft, quick presses to your throbbing clit.

“Steve-right…keep…fuck.”

Steve is probably the best listener you’ve ever met as he continues the exact same movement, over and over again, building his speed. Fingers continuing their pumping, the sounds of your walls dripping around him filling the quiet in between your sighs. He curls them into the spot you can never reach yourself, while paying attention to the way your nerves vibrate under his thumb. You cease to be human at that moment, you’re a rubber band, pulled tight and taunt, waiting to snap far quicker than any other man has been able to get you to do with only his fingers.

Your entire body is clinging to him, arms wrapped around his neck, hips canting up into his hand’s movements, neck exposed for his lips and teeth to sink into. Behind pinched eyes, an entire galaxy swirls, shooting you into exploding stars and meteorites as your body vibrates against his. Breathlessly crying out his name as the coil in your stomach releases, the rubberband finally snapping.

Steve’s lips move up and down your neck, pressing wet, hot open mouthed kisses against your sweat slicked skin and his hand begins to slow its movements until he pulls them out of you. Staring up at him, you could orgasm again as he slides his fingers into his mouth, smirking around the digits as he watches your eyelashes flutter and your own mouth fall open. Never breaking eye contact with you, he finally pulls them out of his mouth with a subtle pop, as you seem to catch your breath a little, returning to earth. If you weren’t certain before, you are now - he’s definitely earned the nickname you gave him.

Determined to repay his teasing and knock his ego down a few pegs though, you quickly sit up, fingers tugging on the belt loops of his jeans, fumbling with the button and zipper. He whispers, “Need a hand?”

You draw the zipper down slowly and peer up at him with narrowed eyes, “Steve, do you want me to suck your dick or not?”

He grins, cocky as ever, “Is that rhetorical ques-oh fuck…”

His eyes roll and he leans forward, hands falling to the counter on either side of your body as your hand wraps around his length, thumb dragging over the already leaking tip as you start to pull gently.

Sandwiched tightly between him and the counter at your back, you let your body drag against his the entire way down to your knees. Peering up at him with wide eyes, you question innocently, “What’s wrong Steve? You seem worked up about something.”

He peeks down at you with pursed lips that are fighting the word he knows you’re going to make him say too. Keeping eye contact as you slowly lick up his entire length, tracing the veins until your tongue swirls around the tip. Then taking the head just barely between your two lips, tongue flicking into the slit. He shudders, muscles of his arms flexing as his hands move to brush through his hair, throwing his head back with a groan as you turn his teasing back on him, “Come on Steve, don’t you want this? Just say the word, baby.”

Your name falls from his lips in a pant as his hands drop down to your head. You draw more of him into your mouth, tongue swirling, pooling spit onto him before pulling away and tugging the wetness down with your hand, fingers trailing over the shaft slowly, not quite touching him hard enough. Blinking up at him innocently, you throw his words back at him, “I like when you say my name like that.”

His lips twist into a smirk, fingers in your hair tangling as his mouth drops open to come back with what you’re sure is a witty reply. But only a strangled noise escapes him as you pull your hands away, letting your mouth hover over just above where he wants you. Peering up at him, your warm breath fans over his twitching cock and you relish in the quiet whimper that falls from him as easily as water from a faucet you simply nudged on.

“Please.”

Hollowing your cheeks, you pull him into your spit coated lips and begin to draw your mouth up and down, bobbing your head as his hands tangle further in your hair and yours grip his thighs. Your name leaves his parted mouth like a prayer up to the heavens his tilted head is staring up at. You’re filled with a desperate want - need - to keep doing this, make him say it over and over again, as many times as you can.

As one of his hands moves from your hair and cups your jaw, his eyes peer into yours with sticky fondness and he whispers, “Can you…can you go-oh shit-yeah, yeah. Babe - holy shit.”

He’s babbling as you pull even more of him into your eager mouth, tip hitting the back of your throat. His hips subtly thrust into you as your hand wraps around what can’t fit and moves with your lips. Steve’s muscles in his stomach tense, his grip on your head growing rougher and you slow down. He moans as your pace continues to slow, letting him move in and out of you in shallow bobs as your tongue swirls around him before drawing back completely, spit connecting your lips to his swollen dick.

Steve’s breathing is deep and strained, pleading eyes looking down at you as you smirk up at him. Your mouth opens, ready with every intention to tease and make him sweat longer when your intercom buzzes loudly, both of you jumping at the abrupt sound.

“Y/N, pleasepleaseplease let me up. I-I slept with Nancy and I’m freaking out and you’re not answering my texts or calls and please I know you’re home. Wake up!”

Steve and you jump into action at the sound of Robin’s voice and as you’re quickly removing his shirt from your body, he groans as he catches sight of your naked chest, squeezing his hands into fists at his sides and licking his lips. Steve glares at the intercom as he frantically pulls his pants up, shoving his coffee mug in your dishwasher and throwing you your shorts. His eyes search for any other sign of himself as you trip over your shoes from last night and search for a new shirt as the intercom buzzes again.

“Listen, I know we haven’t been friends for very long, but I really really need you to understand that I only have two friends.”

The words take your guts, tie them into hundreds of pretzels and stomp on them. Making eye contact with Steve who’s pulling his shoes on with a look that must match yours as she continues, “One of them is you and the other one cannot hear this and hi Mr. Kowalski! Yes, I’m trying to wake up Y/N! Oh thank you,” muffled sounds before she continues into the intercom, “I’m coming up and pounding on your door till you answer!”

The intercom goes dead and you’re worried Steve and you will be consumed by the thick and suffocating guilt and tension before being able to unpack any of it - the fun you’d just had ruined before it even really began. Shaking the thought from your head, you have to focus on one crisis at a time and you point to your window, “Down the fire escape Harrington.”

Steve laughs and shakes his head, “What, is this a bad 90s rom com?”

Hands on his shoulders, you spin him and push him towards your window, “Oh please, like you don’t love those movies, I can smell it on you.”

“Seriously, I’m not climbing down your fire escape. I’ll just…I’ll hide.”

Steve stares into your eyes as his cheek pulls in and he bites it. The seconds tick louder and louder as Robin gets closer to being just outside your door.

“Steve, you have three options,” you count on your fingers. “One, we tell Robin right now. Two, you hide and listen to your best friend talk about having sex with your ex girlfriend,” you hold your fingers up in his face, “And may I remind you that girl talk is very detailed. And three,” you point out your window, “The fire escape.”

He groans and nods, “Fire escape it is, I guess.”

He’s climbing through the window and crouching outside of it as the pounding starts on the door. You both stare at it and you turn to go answer and he grabs your wrist, wide eyes blinking at you, “I’ll…I'll call you?”

Nodding once, you squeeze his fingers and rush over to your kitchen, eyes roaming over the apartment in a final search before glancing back at the window, but Steve is already gone.

Opening your door, Robin’s fist almost connects with your face and she cries out, “Jesus! Finally! We are in major meltdown freaking out at grand proportions level here, I need my…oh my god are you okay you look all…” she enters your apartment, gesturing to your face. Peering into the mirror in your entryway, you’re mortified, and you’ll be killing Steve for not telling you how you looked. Hair sticking every which way, skin flushed, and remnants of last night's makeup sweat smudged on your lash line.

Your brain is definitely detached from your body as you blurt the first thing that comes to mind to explain your appearance, “Masturbating.”

Robin’s eyebrows raise and her cheeks tinge pink as she pours herself a cup of coffee, “Oh, shit, uh…do I need to…uh, should I make myself scarce or something?”

As if you didn’t feel guilty enough about what had just been happening right where she is standing, Robin is literally freaking out, but wants to make sure you get an orgasm. You’re a terrible fucking friend.

“Nope, I…uh…finished,” grabbing your own coffee, you pat your couch as you sit down and ask her to explain.

“Okay, so…”

Monday is awful, your boss screaming at you, deadlines unmet, and mistakes made by the whole staff left and right. Come lunch time, Tuesday is already trying to surpass it for a worse day. People running around frantic and barking orders, requests for searing hot coffee and bags and blazers thrown in your direction like you were the coat rack and not a real life human being. Your boss shrieks at you with the reminder that you better not be late coming back from lunch as she snaps into the phone about things not being delivered to some other poor assistant in a different office across town.

Quickly running across the street, grateful Robin had suggested Steve picking up take out and bringing it there for lunch, you feel the weight of the stressful day slowly lifting from your shoulders. At this point, you’re more worried about looking like a feral animal in front of the two of them as you devour your food versus how seeing Steve will go.

Sunday was a day full of Steve and you trying to catch each other to talk about what happened, a plan for this arrangement, but a common denominator of Robin was in the way the entire day. After she finally left your place, she spent the day with him. Monday, you were too chicken to bring it all up again, worried the abrupt interruption had scared him away, and maybe it had. He could have easily messaged you too. Maybe he thought it was all a mistake, and didn’t know how to tell you? The thought only pushed you deeper into your head, and as the sun drew closer to the horizon, you had convinced yourself Steve wanted out of the arrangement.

As the elevator opens, you’re instantly met with Robin’s voice drifting down the hallway, loud, with exasperation lacing her tone, “Steve, no, you know I won’t go back there after last time! Besides, football? When have I ever watched a sports game with you?”

As you step closer, you see her shoot a hand into his face, side of gravy dangerously close to spilling over his lap as he opens his mouth and she beats him to it, “Aside from a mandatory pep band appearance many, many years ago?”

Steve slumps in his chair, dipping several fries in the gravy, and stuffing them in his mouth with a pout on his lips. Once his eyes catch yours, he sits up, body stiff. His lips form a thin line around the full bite of fries, forming somewhat of a smile as he nods his head toward you. He shifts uncomfortably, fist over his mouth, gaze falling to the floor and not easing your frazzled nerves in the slightest.

Robin spins in her chair, torso twisted to face you so you get the full extent of her smile that brings a dimple out and squishes her eyes, crinkling the corners as she squeals, “Hey, kitten!” and pats the seat next to her. She turns back to unwrapping the food in front of her, eyes darting between Steve and the sandwich, “Also, and I probably should have mentioned this before, but I have a date tonight.”

Falling into the chair beside her, you watch as Steve rolls his eyes and Robin narrows hers. Sensing some sort of an actual fight brewing, you chime in, hoping to redirect wherever Steve was about to take it, “Fun, Robs! What are you guys doing?”

Her fingers falter on the foil around the sandwich and she mumbles into her chest. Steve coughs around the over-eager bite he finally swallows, fist still over his mouth as he asks, “Come again?”

She throws her head back over the chair, sighing before she exclaims, “I’m going to the game with Nancy!”

Steve groans and you wince at your inadvertent involvement in her announcement of betrayal. He throws his balled up foil directly at her chin cupping his hands around his lips, “Boo! You suck, Buckley, you know that? You really, really suck!”

Robin huffs, her face still turned up towards the ceiling with her eyes squeezed shut, “I’m sorry! She knows a guy who writes for the sports column and he’s been bugging her to go to a game and so she asked me to go with…” She turns her head and peeks an eye open at Steve who’s sipping his soda through a straw, foot scuffing the carpet and hands picking at the loose thread on the chair like a petulant child ready to guilt trip until she caves. It takes quicker than you expect for Robin to sigh and squeak out, “I can cancel though. Or maybe you could go with her?”

Steve rolls his eyes again, less irritated and more like he can’t even believe she would suggest something like that. He shakes his head no, sitting up, “Don’t be ridiculous. I’m fine.”

It’s almost like you’re not there anymore, witnessing a very private interaction of the two old friends. Watching the way Steve shakes out his fingers and cracks his neck, the way Robin’s eyes dart over his body language - assessing, analyzing, and drawing conclusions quicker than anyone probably could. She angles her head down, catching his gaze as she kicks his leg lightly, “You sure? Cause I will,” voice softening, as she repeats it, “You know I will, Steve.”

He taps his foot against hers and smiles sadly, “Yeah, I know.”

She nods once and they both sit up. Shaking your head in amazement as they go from arguing like brother and sister, to making up quicker than you can blink. You’re fairly used to their fast talking, finishing each other’s sentences kind of relationship, but as they focus back on their lunches, you watch a new facet of their friendship unfold before you. They silently open their sandwiches, one with all hot peppers the other with all sweet. Their fingers dance around each other’s food, splitting them in half and switching top buns so they each have one soaked in gravy and one with sauce. Steve rips the top of the bag of fries off and Robin shakes salt and pepper into the gravy and then the ketchup that Steve squirts out onto the ripped paper. They close their sandwiches again, knocking them together like they’re toasting a drink and take a bite at the same time.

They’re truly like two separate parts of one brain and a pang of guilt grabs ahold of something in your chest at this interaction. They really are closer than anyone you’ve ever met, and you don’t want to get in the way of it with whatever this is with Steve and you. You’re even more desperate for a conversation about it all now. Not realizing the conflicted look that’s crossed your face, Robin nudges her knee against yours, looking up to find both of them staring at you. Robin’s eyes filled with concern and Steve’s under a furrowed brow.

“You okay?” Robin asks, watching as you slump further into your chair and pick at the sandwich you’re suddenly not starving for anymore.

“Yeah, you two are just something else is all,” forcing a smile, you groan a little as you extend your legs so you can cross them on the chair next to Steve. Sighing as your muscles in your calves ache at the stretch and you take a large bite of your sandwich, hoping she drops the subject.

But, if there’s anything that you’ve learned about Robin, it’s that she most definitely will not let something go if she thinks there’s anything she can do to help.

She shoves food into her cheek, “Come on, you’re amongst friends. What’s wrong? Boss yell at you? Should we egg her car? You need a massage. Or a distraction from the bad day.”

As you look up again, your eyes meet Steve’s. His cheeks turning pink and your body tightens at the thought of just how you’d love to be distracted from your bad day, curious if Steve wants that too. His mouth full of Italian beef and yours soda, she takes your silence as confirmation, and she snaps her fingers, “Oh! You can take my place, eat at Steve’s and he can massage your legs! That is a win-win if I ever heard one!”

“Robin I don’t think-”

She’s already off on a new tangent, worrying about the logistics of her date with Nancy, “So what do you wear to a football game? I don’t even know the teams playing, Steve can I steal something of yours?”

He nods once, eyes focused on his phone suddenly and Robin continues chattering away, and you try to focus on her questions versus Steve. His eyes are on your calves, the slight bend of your knee until they’ve traveled up the zipper that runs the entire front of your dress, landing on your eyes. Noticing how his gray shirt and the fluorescent lights make his eyes a little more blue today, you jump as your phone vibrates. Peeling your gaze from his, you glance down at the message:

Steve smirks around his straw when your knees touch together, clicking your phone off before Robin can see. Watching the way he swallows, nodding to everything Robin says, although the look in his eyes is unfocused. The way he shifts slightly in the chair, phone still in his hand, your heart starts beating harder as you realize he’s turned on by the risk of all of this - the exact opposite of your original worry. Bravery filling your veins, you slowly type a response and hit send as it feels like you push out of water, Robin’s voice clear again.

“Do the footballs go in the stands? Like in baseball?” Robin’s eyebrows are furrowed under parted bangs as she swirls fries in the ketchup and Steve slowly types on his phone before stopping suddenly and narrowing his eyes and leaning forward.

“Woah, wait. How close are you going to be? Where are your seats?”

Robin blinks at him, fries halfway to her mouth, “I don’t know, like the sidelines or whatever. By the grass.”

Steve gasps and throws more wadded up paper at her as she shrieks and you sink into your chair, hiding your smile as his message back appears:

This is a mistake.

All of it.

The friends with benefits, the doing said friends with benefits with Steve of all people, and now, most of all, the standing in front of a building with items shoved in your purse that can only be dubbed as presumptuous: a fresh pair of underwear, a toothbrush, and deodorant. You’ve even gone as far as stuffing an outfit for tomorrow in the back of your car.

Not really feeling this weight of mistakes though, until you saw the text from Steve later in the afternoon after your lunch. You thought it was a joke:

And now here you are. Circular towers with the river below them, the House of Blues, boats parked at docks, a steakhouse, and women dressed in designer clothes with shopping bags to places you most definitely couldn’t afford. This is not a place you had to find parking and walk to, but a place that had a man in a red coat open your door for you and take your keys. A place that has a front desk you have to check into, and a young and bored looking girl asking for your information to which you blurted out, “Harrington?”

She sighs, clicking something on her computer, “Yeah, you want the other building. Go through those doors and…”

Trying to listen to her instructions, but all you can do is feel stupid and like you don’t belong. Nodding dumbly and pushing through the lobby like it was a pool of jello. Limbs heavy, like you’re one of those pieces of fruit suspended in the wobbly red dessert.

These people probably don’t even know what jello is.

Staring at your reflection in the sleek elevator door as it closes, pressing your fingers to flyways of your hair self consciously. That lobby was full of shiny surfaces, quiet music, and smelled of luxury and stuck up sophistication. This has to be some elaborate prank Steve and Robin are pulling on you.

The doors open and you walk across the hallway, spinning - this floor doesn’t have any fives on the doors and you jump into another elevator riding it all the way to the top and back down. She said the other building, but how do you get to the other building, is there a walkway? Do you go back outside? As the doors open to the lobby again, a couple that had their noses pressed to their phones the entire ride down from the top floor brush past you on their way out. Your footsteps are too loud, like the plush carpet beneath them is no match for the gravity that is forcing you down. Fingers and ears itching with irritation and embarrassment as you walk out past everyone in the lobby and across to the other building.

Once inside again, you head towards the elevator when someone stops you, asking you to check in at the front desk, to which you tell them you already had. But, as people in the lobby turn their heads towards the noise, you quickly comply and rush up to the other desk and check in again. This time, an older man with a much kinder face and patient tone is across from you. He chuckles a little when your information comes out as a question again, “I’m here to see Steve Harrington?”

He smiles as he repeats Steve’s floor and apartment number for you, pointing to the elevators and listing instructions on what to do and where to go. Then he taps the counter, “Tell Steve he better pay up when his team loses tonight for me, will ya dear?”

Offering him back the best smile you can manage, you hurry over to the new elevator. As the doors are about to close, another woman enters. Skinny, expensive perfume filling the small space, and jewelry that’s probably worth more than your car adorn her neck and fingers. You know she can smell it on you - that you don’t belong. It’s in the purse of her lips as she glances at you and then the button for fifty lit up. And is she wrong? What are you doing there?

She thankfully gets off at floor thirty, giving you a chance to slump into the wall, resting your weight on the railing. If this isn’t a joke, how had Steve failed to mention he was rich. How had you failed to notice? You yank your hair out of the ponytail it’s in, head turned upside down as you shake out all of the tension from the last few days and chastise yourself.

What the hell did you get yourself into? Really, what do you know about Steve other than he’s best friends with Robin? Christ, you barely know her! And you just jumped into this friends with benefits relationship with him because, what, he knows his way around a vagina better than some other guys? What kind of standard is that?

The doors open suddenly, hearing his voice as you whip your head up. His eyes blink, sparkling as he tries to hold back a smile at the state of your hair fluffed out and crazy, purse sandwiched between your knees. As a woman responds, she turns and heads towards the elevator, not even glancing in your direction as you exit. When Steve doesn’t follow, she looks over her shoulder, “Steve, aren’t you going down?”

Steve clears his throat as he looks at you with a wink, then at her, humming, “I hope so.”

Her mouth drops open as his fingers wrap around your wrist and tug you gently away from the elevator as the door closes and you hiss, “Steve! What the hell?”

He throws his other hand out, a small noise in the back of his throat escaping before he continues, “She’s always so obnoxious, just wanted to make her face look like that just once, you know? Did you find the place okay? I was kind of worried, was about to come look for you.”

He stops in front of a door and smirks, “Thought you were standing me up for some rich guy.”

Narrowing your eyes as he unlocks the door, you lean a shoulder against the wall and cock your head, “Correct me if I’m wrong, but if this is your apartment, and you do in fact actually live here, wouldn’t that make you a rich guy?”

He sighs as the door swings open, but doesn’t say anything, stepping into the apartment. You hesitate, staring down the hallway that you came from, wondering if it’s too late to turn back around. Steve’s head sticks out the open door, eyebrows raised, “As much as the hallway is a great place to hang out, I’m pretty sure the couch in here is more comfortable.”

Rolling your eyes, you push past him and he closes the door behind you and your palms start sweating.

Oh yeah, Steve Harringotn is rich alright.

His apartment opens to a sleek kitchen, shiny gunmetal gray appliances, wine glasses and bottles hanging from a rack, and fancy shimmering lights that dangle over the island. Beyond it falls a living room with a couch that does look comfortable. Dark gray, plush and soft fabric that honestly looks like you’d sleep better on it than your own bed faces a giant flat screen. Suspended on the wall above a buffet made of rick dark wood, decorated in picture frames and knick knacks. And beyond all of that, a floor to ceiling glass window that opens to a balcony, which overlooks the rivers below the buildings and faces the lake.

Holy shit.

Dropping your bag and kicking off your boots, you notice a little more about Steve, as he pulls out containers from white greasy bags that seem unfitting for the setting. He is rich, and you just never noticed. The way his dress pants and button down fit him just perfectly, the tie that’s now loosened around his neck has to be designer. The watch on his wrist and the cologne that matches the apartment completely. Steve is wealth wrapped up in a cute expensive package.

Stepping over to the food slowly as he licks sauce from his finger and spins to grab plates from frosted cabinet doors, “Oh! So, I know we were going to watch the game, but I turned on the TV and ‘The Princess Bride’ was just starting and I…” He stops when he sees your face, frowning at him and then the food and looking around the apartment. He holds his hand over his chest, “Oh, god, you hate that movie don’t you? That’s it. We can’t be friends anymore. I’m sorry it had to end this way.”

Grabbing a plate from him you shrug, “Actually, it’s one of my favorites. I was planning to go as Buttercup this year for Halloween.”

He pokes your furrowed brow and leans against the counter, “What’s with the sour mood then?”

Loading food onto your plate, you laugh a little, “I just…I guess I’m still overwhelmed by the chaotic arrival and trying to wrap my head around the fact that there’s cheap food on your counter, yet a take out bag for the steakhouse in your garbage,” pointing at the bag poking out, “I mean you live in a place that oozes money Steve.”

He pokes his tongue in his cheek at your words and huffs, “Chaotic arrival?”

Shrugging again, he gestures over to the couch and you shove an onion ring in your mouth, “Mmm, went to the wrong building, had to check in twice, stuffy people judging me…”

Steve flops onto the couch next to you, “Oh shit, I didn’t even think to tell you about the buildings. I…I’m sorry.”

Shaking your head, you wave a hand at him, “It’s okay. Just things you ritzy folks don’t notice like us peasants.”

He groans, standing up from the couch and heading to the fridge, holding up a beer with his eyebrows raised. Snickering around your food you put on a show and frown, “What? I get the cheap stuff? No bougie scotch?”

He rests his free hand on his hip, rolling his eyes, and grabs a second beer, as his muffled voice from inside the fridge calls out, “I do have Scotch if you want some. I personally wouldn’t drink that with a hot dog, but hey, to each their own. Do you want Ranch?”

You scrunch up your nose in disgust, “No? Do you have ketchup?”

He stands and spins, “Ketchup? Why do you need ketchup? There’s already some on the hotdogs?”

“For my onion rings?”

“Ew.”

Gasping as he shakes his head, he does come back over with a bottle of ketchup, ranch, and two beers.

Nudging his shoulder as you dip an onion ring into the ketchup, “Have you even tried it? Poor rich Steve Harrington, never had ketchup on an onion ring?”

“What in the world does being rich have to do with ketchup on onion rings?” he leans away from the onion ring you push into his face, grabbing his own and dunking it in ranch, “Ranch is by far the superior condiment.”

Rolling your eyes, you pout your lips, “To each their own.”

It’s quiet as you both settle back, eating and tuning into the movie. Steve snorts at Inigo’s impatience for Wesley to arrive at the top of the cliff and glances at you as you smirk around the lip of your bottle, “What?” coming out of your mouth as he keeps staring at you.

He runs a hand through the back of his hair, yanking off his tie before he stands and brings the condiments back to the kitchen, tossing the trash as he comes back, “Are we…are we okay? I know Sunday was kind of awkward, and lunch today was…”

“Awkward?” you finish for him with a smile.

He sighs and rests his elbows on his knees as he sits back down, “No? I don’t know. How does this all work? Do you still want to…I mean, I just got this feeling you didn’t since you didn’t text or call on Monday and then maybe I came on too strong with that text today and-”

Your hand shoves his shoulder, “You didn’t text or call me either Steve.”

“Okay fair. That’s…” he blows out his breath and leans back, smiling, “That’s fair. I’m sorry. I just don’t know how this is all supposed to work, I’m rusty. We kind of jumped in without a real plan.”

Glad his thoughts are lined up with yours, your eyes travel to the napkin with the logo of the restaurant on it and think of an idea, “Okay, so, Robin doesn’t like Red Hot Ranch?”

Steve shakes his head, “Nope. She got sick last time and thinks it was from them, but I know it’s this bagel place she refuses to stop going to where I have no doubt in my mind the guy sneezes into the batter or something because it’s so gross and-”

“Steve,” you laugh and interrupt him and he bites his lip and you continue with your thought, “How about we use that as our code then? Red Hot Ranch means we want to hook up?”

His brows furrow together and you rush to add on, “That is, if you still want to do this?”

His eyes jump up to yours quickly and he nods furiously, “Yeah, yeah I want to do this.”

He starts to lean in and you push on his chest, “Woah, down boy. I know I’m a catch, but slow your roll.”

Steve grins, faces close together. Too close. You can see the freckles that dot his nose, smell his shampoo that’s pine trees and something earthy and you can’t focus on anything other than how his lips curve into a smirk and his tongue pokes out and licks his top lip briefly.

Leaning away from him, you glance at the movie playing, the remnants of ketchup and ranch and the luxurious apartment around you, only a few things, but more than you knew about him before now. Deciding you’re going to need to know more about him to convince Robin you’re actually getting take out with each other, you slap his thigh and push back, “Okay. Twenty questions. I know nothing about you Steve Harrington.”

He sighs, grabbing his beer and taking a sip as he slumps back into the couch. Turning only his head to look at you with a fake big pout on his lips, “I thought the whole point of this arrangement was to not talk?” He wiggles his eyebrows up and down.

A snort falls from you as you take a sip of your beer as well, kicking a socked foot against this thigh, “No, the point of this arrangement was sex - friends with benefits. I’m just putting emphasis on the friends part right now. Plus, we need to show we’re friends to Robin if she finds out we get take out all the time together,” you move your fingers into quotations around the words ‘take out’. Watching the way his Adam's apple moves as he takes another sip, you continue, “How about for every question each of us answers, an article of clothing can be removed?”

Steve grins, eyes roaming over you, “I don’t think you have ten things to remove.”

Setting your beer down, you raise your eyebrows, “Okay fine. Ten questions. Five each. Happy?” He twists his lips into a scowl and you roll your eyes, “Steve, what are you scared to share your secrets with me? Truly, nothing is going to turn me off because I already know you’re rich and I’m still here.”

His thumb rubs the paper label of the beer off and rolls his eyes before he sits up straighter, eyeing you cooly, “Alright honey, do your worst.”

Ignoring the honey, you look around his living room. Taking in the obviously hand made blanket draped over the arm next to you, your eyes zero in on all the framed photos under the TV again. Only one photo, a group shot, has people older than Steve in it. The man has his hand on Steve’s shoulder, and you look back at him, “Are you close with your parents?”

He shakes his head as he says, “Nope,” taking a swig from the beer and looking at your dress pointedly.

Crossing your arms as you stand, you pad over to the console, fingers dragging on the frame, “What, no elaboration? Is this them?”

Steve smirks, eyes trained on the bottle he holds against the coffee table now, “If I answer both of those, is that three questions?”

Raising your eyebrows, you wait for him to respond until the paper label is completely shredded and he sighs, not making eye contact with you as he responds, “No, that’s not my parents. That’s Joyce and Jim Hopper, they live in the town Robin and I - and Nancy, grew up in, in Indiana. And I’m not close with my parents. My dad is an asshole who thinks I’ve accomplished nothing in life and my mom spends her days drinking while online shopping and hiring private investigators to snoop on her cheating asshole husband.” He clears his throat and looks at you finally, “Dress. Off. Now.”

Toeing off one sock, you push it across the floor, trying to lighten the mood, “Once I take my dress off, you’re going to be too distracted to answer anymore questions.”

He frowns, but his lips start to twitch upwards, “Come on, that response is at least worth both socks?”

Grinning at the shift in his tone, you pull off the other one as you place the picture back. Your fingers brush over more of the frames and trinkets as you whisper, “Your turn.”

“Same question, are you close with your parents?”

Fingers freezing and shoulders tensing, your breath catches at the unexpected question, pushing out a quiet, “No.”

Sensing he’ll just tease you like you did him, you’re shocked to see his soft eyes gazing at you with nothing but care and reassurance when you turn to face him, “Sorry, you don’t have to tell me. We seemed to have struck a nerve we both weren’t aware of in each other.”

Slowly, you bring yourself to sit on the coffee table in front of him. He was able to be vulnerable with you, the least you can do is repay the favor, right? Voice quiet as his fingers brush your knees, “I’m not close with them because they’re not alive. I was though, once upon a time.”

Trying to smile and lighten the mood, he smiles softly too, a quiet blanket wrapped around the pair of you in a shared somber moment. He leans down eventually, head close to resting in your lap and removes his socks, tossing them in the general direction of yours. You whisper, “You’re trying to cheat. I only answered one question.”

His smile grows wider as you bump his cheek with your knee and he sits back up as you question, hoping this one eases you back into familiar light hearted territory, “Okay, first kiss?”

Steve’s hands on your thighs, knees bumping yours as his fingers play with the hem of your dress and he clears his throat, “It was with Cassie Peterson. I was twelve and I,” he looks up at you as his cheeks turn pink in an unfairly endearing way as his finger traces the zipper of the dress all the way up to the top and fiddles with it, “I missed.”

Pulling your lip between your teeth to fight a smile and laugh, “You missed?”

He scoots even closer, your knees falling between his spread ones, thumb and forefinger tugging lightly on the zipper, warm breath fanning across your neck and chest as your hands find his shoulders and he continues, “Yeah. I closed my eyes and went in, super confident. I hit the side of her nose, readjusted really quick, but yeah,” his other hand squeezes the exposed plush skin of your thigh, “What’s your favorite food when you’re sick?”

Blinking at him, your breath catches in your throat as he pulls the zipper lower as you breathe out, “Pancakes.”

His free hand cups your elbow, nudging you to stand and he pulls the zipper slowly, the back of his knuckle dragging down your body until the dress falls to the floor pooling around your feet. His apartment feels heavy, hazy, thick with the tension and want that you’re both fighting to not just jump head first into. His hands roam up the outside of your thighs as his gaze travels over your body. Fingers brushing up your sides as he stands before they meet yours on the button of his jeans.

Your bodies knock together as you push closer, noses brushing as you ask, “Favorite movie theater snack?”

Steve’s fingers drift up, skimming over the lace of your bra that curves around your breasts as yours push his jeans down. His nose nudging into your cheek as both of your breathing grows shallower, warm breath against your skin as his lips move across your jaw before he speaks into your neck, “Milk duds or M&M’s thrown into the popcorn.”

Your lower halves press harder against each other, the bulge under his boxers a color to match the band of black his fingers run along your back until they move over the clasp as he asks, “Sunrises or sunsets?”

Your eyelashes flutter as his mouth moves lower, hot breaths and wet lips pressing into you until he’s sucking a bruise into the skin of your exposed chest as you fumble with the buttons on his dress shirt and gasp out, “Sunsets.”

Pulling his mouth off you as you push the shirt from his shoulders, he grabs under your thighs, hoisting you up as a squeal leaps out of your chest at the sudden movement. His hands move to under your butt as you wrap your legs around his waist and arms around his neck, fingers in his hair as he carries you to the bedroom.

Steve lays you down on his comforter, your hands falling to glide across the fluffy gray material as you peer up at him. Voice breathy as he pushes your legs apart and you narrow your eyes at him, “Tell me the honest to god truth, do you have a boat down at one of those docks fifty ritzy floors beneath us?”

His fingers graze up the inside of your leg, ankle to thigh causing a shiver to run through you as he hooks his fingers into the band of your underwear and pulls them down slowly. Mouth kissing up your leg even slower before pausing on your thigh and looking up at you, “No,” mouth hovering over your exposed center he smirks as he adds on, “But my dad does.”

A moan falls from your lips as you feel his smile against your folds, his tongue slowly licking through you. His lips mold around your swollen clit, hips jolting up as he flicks it under the vacuum he’s created. Hands gripping the luxury bedding that makes your own sheets you splurged on at Target feel like actual garbage in comparison.

He pulls away as you whine, nose nudging into your skin and he kisses the dip where your thigh starts and peers up at you, cheek pressed to your skin, voice turned raspy, “Tell me the honest to god truth,” your eyes rolling at the repetition of your words before he continues. Eyes mossy and mischievous as he kisses up your stomach, “If I asked you to sleep over so we can do this all tomorrow morning again, would you say yes?”

His tongue licks up the underside of one of your breasts, lips sucking on a hardened nipple before dragging his teeth across the peaked flesh and you gasp out, “I have a change of clothes down in my car,” he moans at your admission, pulling his lips away with a string of saliva still connecting him to you. Hands on either side of your head, his weight rests against you comfortably and he rolls his still clothed lower half against you as his lips connect with yours, slow and patient until he feels you lift your head slightly, pushing back against him.

Steve’s teeth tug at your bottom lip as his hardened length presses through his boxers into your center. Already feeling overstimulated from the teasing, you can tell it’s going to be a long, but extremely enjoyable night. He pulls away from your lips, and drags his own down your body again. Hips grinding into the mattress as his tongue licks through you at an agonizing pace. Your hands find his hair and tug as you realize, “Wait, I…” eyes fluttering as his lips suck and teeth graze one of your swollen lips, “Steve, I can’t afford…jesus christ,” moaning as his nose nudges your throbbing button and you push out, “I can’t afford valet overnight parking.”

His mouth pulls away with an obscene pop and he looks up at you from between your thighs, cheeks pink, lips red and glossy with your arousal, and eyes a little dazed as he questions, “What?”

“What?” you repeat back to him, suddenly unsure of what you had been saying with the view you’re focused on now.

He smiles and kisses your thigh as your knee raises and your hands grip tighter in his hair from the feeling of his breath fanning across you at his question. He lifts his head a little higher, eyes glancing down and watching the way your hips try to chase him involuntarily, before he asks, “What did you say about valet?”

Closing your eyes, admitting, “I can’t afford it.”

When you open your eyes again, his eyebrows are bunched together and he shakes his head, “We don’t…oh shit, you did the House of Blues valet didn’t you?”

“What?” voice cracking as his tongue flicks out and goes back to work on you.

He hums, pausing his movements, just briefly, “Don’t worry about it. We’ll figure it out later.”

“Steve, I-” cut off by the moan that falls out of you as his tongue prods at your entrance.

His hands run down your thighs, hooking them over his shoulders as he pulls back, “Go ahead, honey, relax, you gotta be able to tell Robin some sort of half truth right. I made you feel real good after a long day at work, right?”

He licks a long stripe up through you slowly and you groan, “Steve, don’t talk about Robin when you’re eating me out.”

He laughs, your body prickling with goosebumps as he apologizes, “Right, sorry.”

As Steve’s mouth molds around your bundle of vibrating nerves, his fingers slowly tease your entrance and your sounds echo off the walls of his room and you forget all the worries you’d had about this arrangement. The thoughts you had standing outside the buildings are long gone.

If this was a mistake, it was one you were going to happily continue to make.

The ten questions game becomes somewhat of a ritual for Steve and you during the next several weeks. Sure, there are days where one of you messages ‘RHR?’ and a time. Those days, it’s quick and one of you is apologizing to the other as clothes are ripped off and sex ends up against the wall, the first surface you both fall into, or right on the floor when you get the door closed. On those days, it’s fast, rough, and downright filthy. It’s pornographic moans and skin slapping together harshly, usually ending with you rolling off of each other with glistening and heaving chests. Steve breaks the ice with a joke about his nose bleeding or thinking he pulled something, causing you to hide your laughter in his shoulder or chest.

It is fun though, this whole friends with benefits thing. And most of the time, you aren’t in a rush, enjoying take out and learning more about each other. It’s endearing somehow, to know Steve’s favorite color, ice cream flavor, or superhero as he gives you orgasms left and right. It’s also been fun to gain confidence with each other, learning to be more vocal in bed and what the other liked or disliked.

Steve discovers that if he runs his fingers through your folds slowly, teasing your entrance and clit just barely, you’d beg for him, practically in tears as you cling to his body, gasping out his name. It’s his new favorite thing to do - pretty little sighs and back arching off of the bed before he finally gives you just one finger. One morning in the shower, you kiss the two moles on his neck and whimper his name against his ear and he came immediately, pulling away from you with wide eyes and sputtering an apology. You test your theory the next week, doing the same motion while straddling him on his couch and he cums in seconds again with a groan and fall of his head to your shoulder as you laugh at your new little trick. The ticklish back of your knees discovered as he took you bent over his desk and he poked at them and grinned like a kid in a candy store until you were laughing so hard he had to pull out of you and let you relax.

You’ve never had so much sex in your life, feeling a little like an insatiable teenager who just discovered what an orgasm is. The weeks are filled with every position the two of you can come up with, tangled in sheets, straddling on couches, up against counters and Steve even manages to convince you (you’ll never admit it took very little), out onto his balcony at sunset one night. You thought you knew what good sex was, but sex with Steve is always different, and somehow, despite being more satisfied than you’d ever been, it’s leaving you wanting more. If you’re not having sex with Steve, you’re thinking about him, where you’ll do it next, and all the ways Steve is going to shoot you into another galaxy. Perfectly precise thrusts and presses of his fingers and silky lips that spit out smooth and smug dirty talk like it’s their job all delivering you to mind blowing orgasms over and over again.

It was eye opening, no strings, and everything you wanted. Sex with Steve is like your own personal supply of the best drugs. A text away from blissfully slipping into euphoric ecstasy that he’s the master at providing. It was easy to get caught up in him, in each other, and you didn’t even feel guilty, until you did.

A phone call from Robin begging you to come to a lake day with her and some of their old friends before a big party that night. Exhausted from a pretty intense night with Steve, you’re ready to decline when she whines loudly into the phone, “Seriously, I feel like I haven’t seen you in weeks!”

Laughing, you’re already standing to start packing, “Robin, I saw you yesterday for lunch!”

“Lunch, smunch! It’s not the same, Steve is there half the time, and I’m starting to get jealous!” frowning at the thought, she keeps going before your guilt can pull you under completely, “I’m in desperate need of girl talk. Just you and me. Come! It’ll be so fun, and after the party I can sleepover? Have a good movie night and stay up too late? Go get brunch tomorrow?”

Sighing into the phone, she speaks again and you’re practically able to hear the grin on her face, voice sing-song and pleading, “I’ll even bring the wine. And take out. And my chocolate chip cookies! Can’t say no to all that, right?”

Fingers already tugging your bikini out of the dresser, you laugh, “Okay, okay, I give!”

She squeals and screams to someone about your agreement and then breathlessly into the phone, “Be ready in ten!”

A bag packed with your party outfit, a book, cutie’s and a bag of pretzels, your cheek pulled in as you stare at your swimsuit, realizing the aftermath of your night last night will be on full display.

Steve had been in some sort of mood when you arrived. Your original plans for the night looked like they were turning south when you watched him toss his phone on the coffee table harshly as you entered his apartment. You didn’t comment though, as he rushed your clothes off, gripping at your exposed skin desperately, or as he panted breathlessly into your lips, moaning your name over and over. You definitely didn’t comment when his mouth traveled over your entire body, biting marks into your skin and squeezing your hips. Melting beneath him as his tongue soothed each and every bruise before zeroing in on your soaking folds. Steve devoured you like a man starved, pulling sounds out of you he hadn’t before, soft hands on your shaking thighs.

Before you could really catch your breath, he had fucked you into his mattress - rough, and desperate, hooking your legs around his waist and squeezing your hips hard enough to match the bruises he made with his mouth. The way he gently pushed you into new positions, supporting your legs and cradling your back contrasting to the way he was slamming into you had your body and brain buzzing to give him whatever he wanted. It was like Steve took a part of you that you couldn’t get back and you weren’t sure you wanted it, happy to give it to him as he drew two more orgasms out of you before he finally came. Groaning into your neck and brushing his nose against your skin softly, your eyes hooded and glazed over, body clinging to his as you caught your breath. He had mumbled an apology and you had asked if he was okay. Because, sure you’d had intense sex, but that seemed like something else entirely - for both of you. You weren’t typically so quiet, so appeasing to whatever he wanted - liking to take control most of the time.

“Just a long day, I’m sorry,” he kissed your new marks gently, “I’m gonna shower, want to order some pizza?”

Confused, tired, and fucked out, you nodded as he kissed over all of his marks left on your skin before pulling out of you. Not realizing you had passed out right away until you woke to him dragging a towel over you and pulling a shirt over your head. You had never been so overcome with exhaustion from an orgasm before let alone allowed a guy to care for you like that after sex. That night had been intense and more vulnerable than you would have been with any other person, and a part of you is worried it tipped into dangerous territory with your arrangement.

Now, turning in your mirror, you focus on the immediate problem. Your fingers trace over the skin on your neck. A few lilac marks dotting just below your ear, pulling the collar of your shirt to see the marks increase across your chest - swirls of red and purple bruises. A few line your hips you notice as you pull the bottoms of your bikini on, and several between your thighs. It’s not a crazy amount, but enough that people will definitely draw certain conclusions. There was bound to be smirks, and questions - questions you were dreading because you knew the loudest ones would be from Robin.

Deciding you’ll have to come up with some excuse to remain covered all day, you pull on cutoffs and shove your feet into your sandals as the door buzzes. Skipping down the steps of your apartment, Robin and Nancy are talking passionately about something in the front seats and Steve sits in the back, head leaned against the headrest, eyes hidden by sunglasses. He offers you a small smile and a wave of his hand against the door as you jog around the back and climb in.

Nancy spins, interrupting Robin’s tangent, “Hi! You like pickles right? Steve said you do, and we picked up some sandwiches for lunch.”

Robin spins as well and you have to fight a laugh at the giant sun hat that sits on top of her head, almost taking Nancy out with her sharp movement, “Actually, Steve said you’re a pickle freak. Why does Dingus here know that and I don’t?!”

Nancy rolls her eyes but smiles as she turns back around, pulling out into traffic. Steve flicks Robin’s nose, “Because I’m a good friend.”

Robin huffs, pointing a finger in his face, “She’s my friend. You’re an acquaintance at best.”

Coughing at the irony of that statement, you slide your sunglasses down over your eyes, tucking your bag between your legs.

Steve gasps, pointing at you with a fake pout, “Wow, not gonna even pretend to argue with her?” his voice changing to a higher tone, “No, you’re my friend too Steve, don’t listen to her!”

Smiling at him with a shrug, Robin points in his face, “Ha-”

Interrupted quickly though when Nancy speaks up, eyes searching both ways and hands diligent on the wheel, “Robin, people are allowed to have relationships with Steve other than you.”

Robin rolls her eyes, “Yeah, says the girl who sucked his dick!”

“Robin!” Nancy scolds as Steve groans, sinking deeper into the seat.

Laughing, Robin keeps going, “Well, you did!”

Nancy blushes profusely, “I didn’t…we never…so Y/N! What have you been up to?”

Robin chirps, “Yeah suck any good dicks lately?”

Steve coughs, choking on his water, sputtering and dribbling down his shirt, staining the blue a darker shade, “Jesus, Robin!”

She flicks Steve’s knees, “You are a child,” she turns to you, raising her eyebrows and your mouth falls open.

“You do not actually want to know if I sucked any good dicks lately Robin.”

She starts nodding furiously, “Yes. Yes I do, I want to hear all about it. It’s the last hurrah of summer! I want dirty stories. I want truth or dare! I want-”

Steve knocks the brim of her hat down over her eyes, “Save it for your girls night.”

Robin pulls it up, sticking her tongue out at him, “You just don’t wanna hear about all the hot sex she’s having cause you aren’t getting any.”

The back of the seat feels hot despite the breeze blowing through the four open windows and you’re not sure how to respond when Nancy squeezes Robin’s thighs, “Robin, why don’t we play twenty questions, or the license plate game. Save all the dirty talk for the party tonight. I’m sure Eddie will love to get a game of truth or dare going with you.”

Steve’s lips smirk up at the mention of twenty questions and you squirm in the back seat, trying to change the subject as you question, “Eddie?”

Robin grins widely, dimple popping out on a freckled cheek, “He went to high school with us, he’s driving up with some of the munchkins!” Her smile turns into a smirk as she faces forward, “Actually, I think Eddie is single…”

Steve’s body tenses next to yours but you stare out the window, sighing and keeping your tone sarcastic, “Wow, in this economy?”

Nancy snorts, Steve bites his cheek to hide a smile, and Robin sighs, lifting her hands in surrender, “Listen, all I’m saying is wait until you see the guy. I think even your love and relationship refusing heart will swoon a little at his smile.”

Steve grunts, sinking even lower, his knees pressed to her seat as his hands snap on her seatbelt like an annoying brother, “You sure you’re a lesbian?”

The car erupts into laughter and eventually, evens out into a quiet ride. Nancy and Robin argue over music until satisfied with a joint decision and Steve and your hands sit close together on the middle seat as you look out opposite windows. Ditching the heavy city traffic fairly quickly, the roads twist and curve as you make your way to what Robin swears is their best kept secret since moving to Chicago. A long trip that has your stomach grumbling for lunch and Steve falling asleep.

His head turned towards you, sunglasses falling down his nose and his hand sliding to touch yours. Letting your fingers dance on the tips of his, brushing over caulouses and anxiously ripped skin on his thumb, you find yourself stealing glances over at him for most of the drive. Noticing the soft shadow his eyelashes make on his skin, the two freckles on his cheek and the small part of his pink lips - eyes tracing over his cupid’s bow. As the car slows to a stop, his eyes open to meet yours, letting you know he had been awake for at least part of your aimless touching and staring.

The blue of his shirt making the green and golds fade away, his eyes deep like the lake just outside the windshield and his fingers push up against yours, a small smile on his lips forming until a loud thwack against his open window makes you both jump.

“Steve!”

Steve’s shades fall off and his head hits the roof of the car and your hand covers your mouth to stop a laugh as he shouts, tone high and distraught, “Jesus Christ, Sinclair! What the hell, man!?”

A boy with curly brown hair sticks his head in your window, making you jump back against the seat, “Sorry, did we interrupt your ogling of each other, hi, Dustin Henderson,” he sticks his hand through the window at you and you shake it as he continues, “When you’re tired of this guy, I live in New York and I-”

Steve swats his hand from yours, looking around to check for Robin, “We were not-we weren’t,” he turns and gets out of the car, frazzled and cheeks tinged darker red than you’ve ever seen them, “Let’s go! Help me get the shit out of the trunk Henderson!”

Dustin rolls his eyes, saluting two fingers as he grins at you, “Duty calls, ma’lady.”

Pulling your lip in as you hide a smile at the reminder of Steve calling Robin ma’lady in your first interaction with both of them. The smile, the curls, the hat - this is the kid in half of Steve’s pictures. Stepping out of the car, you turn to see a long strip of beach, a mixture of sand and rock. Dark blue waves crashing against the shore, it’s a little cove that leads to a patch of forest that juts out into the lake. There’s families with kites, food trucks, and a dock with people climbing into bright orange and yellow kayaks. Inhaling a deep breath, it’s crisp and clear - that scent all the candles and air fresheners try to capture but they just can’t.

Hearing shouting, you turn to see Robin on the beach as she picks up and spins a girl with red hair, Nancy ruffling the head of one of the boys and hugging a brown haired girl that runs towards her. A third girl, maybe slightly younger than the rest, starts setting up her towel and removes her shirt, dark skin glowing and radiating the sun and a few boys walking by whistle as she waves. The boy from the window, Sinclair, yells something at them and then throws the shirt back at the girl, pointing at the boys. She pretends to cover her ears, siblings you’re sure. Especially when the red-headed girl rips the shirt from him and rolls her eyes, kissing his cheek as his head falls backwards in defeat.

“Harrington!” you turn at the sound of an older male voice and blink wide eyes at the sight you find. Hopping out of a black Jeep wrangler, doors and top taken off, the man attached to the voice wraps his arms around Steve in the familiar patting and punching of shoulders guy hug.

Sleeveless band t-shirt exposing ink that contrasts against the pale toned arms it covers, dark curls blowing around in the wind and big brown eyes that meet yours over Steve’s shoulder with a dazzling smile that gives Robin’s dimples a run for their money.

Something hits him in the back of his head and he spins, smile turning to scowl as another boy in the trunk throws stuff out, “Eddie! Where’s the food? Did you only pack beer?!”

Oh my god.

That’s Eddie?

His arms cross and you watch as the tattoos that swirl around his arms dance as his shoulders flex, “Wheeler, do I look like the kind of guy who would only pack beer and no food?”

The kid stands up, said beer in both hands and blinks, “Yeah, that’s exactly why I asked, did you only pack beer?”

A hip bumps yours and you see a grinning Robin, tapping the side of her lips, “You got a little…”

Shoving her shoulder, you grab your bag and curse Steve a little bit for making it so you won’t be able to lay out in your bikini in front of that gorgeous man.

As you lay out your towel and Nancy distributes lunches, introductions are made. The “munchkins�� it turns out are not munchkins any longer. Kids that somehow fell under the wing of these older ones and all stuck together. This is a big group, but it’s more than that. Watching the way they all interact, it settles in your bones like the truest fact you’ll ever know - this is a family. Noticing that many of them have interactions like Steve and Robin in their own way. Sharing parts of their lunches, tossing chips into each other’s mouths, and catching up and squealing like they were all back in high school again or coming home after a summer away at camp. Steve and Eddie stay over by the cars, leaning against the hood of the Jeep to eat their lunch and you find yourself glancing over your shoulder at them.

The red-headed girl, Max, you're pretty sure, sits next to you, eyes serious behind thick glasses as she states rather than questions, “So, you’re Steve’s girlfriend.”

Shaking your head quickly, “No, I-”

Sinclair, Lucas as you’ve now learned, leans around her shoulder, “But earlier, in the car you and-”

Nancy interrupts as Robin’s head turns towards the conversation curiously, “Oh shoot! I forgot my sunglasses in the car! Lucas, would you go run and grab them for me?”

He nods, hitting his thighs as he stands up and looks around, “Anyone else need anything?”

“Yeah! Tell the ice cream man I’d like a cup of that sherbert they’re selling at that truck over there,” Erica says from her spot in the sun without opening her eyes. Smiling at his exasperated sigh and eye roll worthy of the older brother you had suspected him to be.

Lucas jogs off, intercepting Steve and Eddie on their way to the group and you make eye contact with Nancy as Max is distracted by something El is saying. She smiles - thin lipped and small, and you know she’s onto you and Steve.

Turning your gaze down to the sand running through your fingers you question, “Ice cream man? Is that Eddie?”

All the kids laugh and Nancy pulls her mouth in, fighting a bigger smile as Robin grins from her spot laying in the sun next to you now, “No, Steve. We used to work at an ice cream shop. Scoops Ahoy.”

Dustin laughs, “He had to wear these little shorts and say ‘Ahoy’ when people came in, had this sailor’s hat and-”

“Okay! Thank you, Henderson! No more storytime boys and girls,” his voice calls out loudly. Turning your gaze up to see his eyes hidden underneath sunglasses sitting above pink cheeks as he tosses popsicles at all of the kids.

Handing Erica her sherbert as he sighs and she sings, “Thank you Steven.”

He hums as he sits down by all the kids and you question, “So, what? Once an ice cream man, always an ice cream man?”

“Something about making a deal to provide ice cream for life despite not having worked there in years,” Steve mumbles, glaring at Erica who grins around her spoon and Robin laughs.

Sun blocked suddenly as someone sits next to you, a hand holding out an ice cream cone with a scoop of your favorite flavor, “Hi, I’m Eddie, I don’t think we’ve been officially introduced. I just moved to Chicago, I’m in a band, and I do have friends other than these children.”

Laughing, you shake his hand as you balance your newly acquired ice cream in the other, introducing yourself.

Steve stands quickly, tossing a football at Lucas and soon most of the boys join in after shoveling their popsicles away and the girls start playing volleyball. Leaving you in the sand with Eddie, you get the utter enjoyment of watching Robin attempt to look for the ball and run around while wearing her sun hat.

Eddie and you make small talk and you find yourself knocking his shoulder with yours and flirting much more than you intended, but he's a smooth talker and sharp and you get why Robin brought him up all smugly. A game of football that ends with Steve buried in the sand and a game of volleyball with Robin rolling head over heels later, and the kids make their way to the water and the "adults" are standing close by, sharing beers. Eddie and you had both opted to remain laying in the sun and read. A well worn copy of ‘The Hobbit’ sits in front of him that he shrugged and turned pink as he admitted he reads it every summer.

He hasn't paid much attention to it though, from what you can tell, catching his eyes on you more than once. You're brought out of your book yet again when the pads of his fingers glide over one of the purple bruises on your neck you'd managed to keep hidden for most of the day.

He gasps as you squirm at his touch, "Oh my god, has the angel who's been flirting with me all day had a secret devilish side the whole time?"

Rolling your eyes, you close your book, eyelashes fluttering as his fingers curl a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his breath warmer than the sun beating down on your skin as he whispers, "So, tell me, are these 'She's my girl' claiming you love bites or are they 'A romp in the hay until you find prince charming' bruises?"

Breath hitching at his words and his body turning on its side and moving closer to yours, you whisper, "I'm not really the prince charming type.”

He grins and leans in slowly, “No? No distressed damsels? No knights in shining armor?”

Your eyes dance around his face, landing on his brown pools that are about to swallow you whole as you touch your nose to his, “Nah, more like a wench on a ship full of pirates.”

He moans loudly, biting his lip, nudging his nose into your cheek when one of the kids shrieks "Eddie!"

He curses under his breath, propping up on his forearms and shrieking as he turns his head, "What?!"

"I need your help!" It's Dustin and he's trying to take something out of the jeep that looks a lot like a surfboard and you’re trying not to laugh at the absurdity of it all.

Mumbling under his breath he starts to get up and then rethinks rather quickly, head dropping, and hips squirming, "Uh, just a minute!"

Letting your laugh escape finally as he squeezes his eyes closed. Pressing your body closer to his, you feel what he’s so concerned about and whisper, "Do you need help?"

He shoots you a look, scowling but eyes shimmering, "I don't need any more help from you, you secret seductress."

He boops your nose with his finger and races over to Dustin after another few seconds, looking back at you and motioning with his fingers that he’s watching you.

Turning to sit up and face the lake, you make eye contact with Steve. His gaze hard and his jaw clenched, he quickly looks down at his beer, sliding his Ray Bans back over his eyes.

Eddie runs past you with Dustin helping to carry the boogie board, and ends up being roped into something in the water with the kids. You’re lost in peeling a tangerine when Steve sits down in front of you, shoving into your space, “Can you put some sunblock on me?”

Glancing up, Robin and Nancy are on a walk down the strip of beach, and Eddie is still in the water. Sighing, you trade him the orange for the bottle and motion your fingers to spin. He does so with a smile, stealing one of your slices which earns him a disgruntled noise from you. As you squeeze sunblock onto your fingers, he clears his throat and you glance up to see him holding a segment over his shoulder for you. Stomach flipping as you grab it from his fingers with your teeth and hum a thank you around it.

“Mhm,” he nods as your fingers press into the hot skin on his shoulders, brushing and pushing the lotion over his tanned skin, fingers lingering on some of his freckles he clears his throat again and asks, “So, Eddie, huh?”

Rolling your eyes, you tap his shoulder, ignoring the question, “More fruit please.”

Pulling it from his fingers again, your lips brush over one of them, slightly dipping into your mouth and he sighs. Your hands rub more lotion into his neck before he spins to face you. With still some left on the tips of your fingers you brush it over his freckled and slightly pink nose and his eyes fall closed slowly.

Steve’s elbow’s resting on his bent knees, tanned skin glowing in the afternoon sun and his hair disheveled and almost looking better this way - windswept and free. Your fingers ache to run through it, to be softer and sensual with your touch instead of rough, desperate to be closer to the cute man before you. Especially when he opens his eyes, golden and sweet like the last part of summer you were all clinging to. Mouth parting as he holds another piece of the fruit up to your lips and your fingertips linger on his cheeks. Eyelashes fluttering together as you bite into the slice, juice bursts in your mouth - refreshing and cold, exactly what you need to tame the heat between your stares, even if just a little. A part of you wants to lean into him, to let the taste of the citrus dance between your mouths and wash over the both of you. To tangle together under the warm sun and let the sounds of the lake drown out anything but that moment between the two of you. Lips sticky, aching to press into his, he swallows harshly at the way your tongue darts out to lick them free of the juice.

His eyes fall to the peel and he clears his throat again, but before either of you can speak, Robin huffs, dropping down next to you. Tugging on the side of your shirt with a whine, “Will you come swim with me? Please?”

Ready to decline, Steve backs away and takes a sip of his beer that he’d nestled into the sand. The sweet shared snack and moment gone as his eyes return to being hidden under his glasses and he smirks, “You should. You’ve been covered up all day, what’s up with that?”

Shooting a glare at him, because Steve knew damn well why you’d been covered up all day. Robin nods furiously, pulling you up to stand, “You really have. And you can read on the way back. Swimming is now or never until next summer.”

“Robin, I don’t-”

Steve pretends to be helpful, finger snapping and pointing at you like he’d just thought of the idea, “Don’t you want to show off a little for Eddie?”

“You’re right, yes, thank you Steve!” Robin touches her nose after pointing to him, “Sounds like a perfect plan to me.”

Groaning as you remove your bottoms, Steve’s marks not as noticeable, she yanks the bottle of sunblock from your hand and squeezes some on her fingers, nodding at your shirt. Removing it with a wince as she whistles loudly, “Goodness gracious girl, no wonder you’ve barely had time for me!” she rubs the lotion into your shoulders.

“Robin,” you hiss.

She shrugs, “What? We’re all adults. Hickies are hot. I bet they just rile Eddie up more. Who’s the animal who did this to you though?” she wiggles her eyebrows up and down.

Steve’s smirk drops as you fling your clothes at his chest harshly and follow her down to the water calling loudly, “He’s no one important.”

Laughing as you turn to see Eddie, who’s waist deep in the water, his dark curls dripping down his chest that’s also littered with tattoos. He whistles loudly at you and then pretends like he’s been shot in the heart, falling on his back into the water with a large splash. As Robin bumps your hip, grinning widely, you steal a glance back over your shoulder to see Nancy hitting the back of Steve’s head and him kicking the sand.

The drive back into the city is a different kind of quiet than the one out. With Nancy’s eyes fixed on the road and Robin’s snores drifting around the car softly, Steve and you curl into your doors, pushing as far from each other as you can. As the thick trees make way to lush green yards of suburbia to the concrete and brick walls of the city, the moment you’d had with Steve gets further away - lost and buried in the sand.

The sun dips lower, tangerine and pink lighting up the inside of the car in what should be a perfect summer sunset. Risking a glance over at Steve, his head leaning against a now closed window, hands aimlessly fidgeting with his sunglasses in his lap. You can’t explain it, but something about Steve getting you undressed to show off the hickies he knew he’d given you made you incredibly mad at him and turned on at the same time. Like he was staking a claim over something, over you when it really wasn’t his place. He didn’t get to stop you from seeing other guys, he didn’t get to be jealous even if it was a little hot. Maybe Steve needed a reminder of how this arrangement was originally supposed to go.

Like he was reading your mind, he turned his head to catch you in your stare. His eyes moved around your face slowly, releasing a deep breath through his nose. Watching as he slowly pushed his hand closer to yours that had fallen into the middle again. His brow furrowed, lips downturned as his fingers bumped against yours, it felt like your heart was threatening to crack out of your chest as he traced up your hand slowly, drawing small circles in an entirely too familiar and too intimate way. You were never supposed to be at his beckon call - you were never only supposed to be with each other. Had Steve even gone on a date since this had started? When the thought of him with another girl made your stomach churn, you realized maybe you needed the reminder too.

Nancy cleared her throat, her eyes on yours in the rearview mirror and Steve didn’t move his fingers from the back of your hand as she spoke, “You’re still going to the party right? Robin really wanted you there.”

Breath blowing through your parted lips slowly, you nod, “Yup,” you slowly pull your hand from under Steve’s as you keep going, “Eddie and the kids going too?”

She hums a little, nodding, “Well, Eddie is. I think the kids decided to stay back,” she nudges Robin’s shoulder gently as the car pulls to a stop in front of her apartment. Steve tries to snag you, but you brush past him, calling the shower first. Your polar opposite thoughts swirl around your head, body torn in two as you wash the sand, sunblock and day off of you and down the drain.

Stepping out of the shower and back out into her room, you’re met with all of the girls bustling around. You had pushed past noticing any details and straight to the bathroom she had directed you to. Clean and wrinkle free fluffy comforter, soft curtains, and a dresser adorned with framed photos, trinkets, and a bottle of perfume. The younger girls are pulling out clothes from the closet begging Nancy to let them borrow things as she laughs and pops on earrings in front of a small vanity nestled in the walk-in closet.

Pulling your dress on, you push any thoughts of Steve’s reactions to you in it (or how he’d take it off of you), from your mind. Snug and clinging to your curves in all of the right places, shimmering black, short, and sleeveless with a halter neckline perfect to hide his marks. The girls pop their heads out of the closet and giggle as Robin whistles at you and motions for you to spin around, “He’s not gonna know what hit him!”

Faltering in your spinning, you glance up at her with wide eyes, “Wh-what?”

She scrunches her nose, tilting her head, voice laced with a ‘duh’ tone, “Eddie?”

Smiling at her, you nod, “Oh, right.”

Robin finishes tying her platform converse and looks up at you from her spot on the ground, laughing, “Who else would I be talking about?”

Gut churning, throat becoming tight, Nancy saves you yet again, “Alright girls, we’re off. I better not find anything missing when I get back,” she points at all of them sternly but winks. Robin follows and pulls you along back down the short hallway.

The boys have already set up their DND game - the reason they’re staying back - at Nancy’s dark wood high top dining table. The girls flop onto a large white plush couch, sorting through movies on Netflix as Nancy reminds everyone there’s money for pizza on the fridge, and not to drink all of her wine or beer. She’s listing more reminders that have them waving their hands above their heads and humming, pretending they’re listening but not really hearing a word.

To be honest you haven’t been listening either, only tuning in when you hear Dustin groan, “Jesus Christ Steve, I think your drool just dripped down onto my shoulder.”

Head lifting up to see his eyes on you that quickly shoot to Dustin, glaring and shoving at his head, not missing the way Eddie looks between the two of you with a frown. Gulping down the guilt, you push on with your plan to remind Steve you can sleep with other people and call out, “Hey Eddie, can I use your arm? Heels and I aren't typically friends.”

He obliges right away, smiling and helping you down the steps and to the waiting uber. You’re sandwiched between Steve and him on the ride to the party, Robin and Nancy in the seat in front of you. Steve on your right, a simple white button down and dark jeans, the glint of a gold chain just touching dark chest hair that peeks through the top of the shirt lit up as the orange glow of streetlights passes through the car. Eddie on your left, black jeans with ripped knees and a black fitted t-shirt and a silver chain holding a red guitar pic centered on his chest. Christ, they’re like opposite day angels and devils on your shoulders.

Both boys shift slightly, their thighs warm against yours as they spread their legs in acts of dominance. Their knees pressed to the bare skin of your own burning your skin. Steve’s button down soft as it brushes your shoulder. Eddie’s skin hot - muscles flexing slightly as his arm nudges your other side. Steve’s cologne that you have dreams about lingers as the new scent of Eddie pushes to the forefront of your senses. It’s nice, different and not as heavy, subtle and simple - clean. Not as rich.

Your breath hitches as Steve’s head turns in your direction, his lips brush over your ear, breath warm as his lips part to speak. Before he can say anything, you lift a hand and touch the rings on Eddie’s hand, cold metal soothing to your fraying resolve, “These to show everyone how tough you are?”

Eddie grins and wiggles his fingers beneath yours as Steve huffs, the breath hitting your neck and goosebumps rising in its wake. As you continue to fiddle with Eddie’s rings, you hate that the eyeroll of Steve’s you catch out of the corner of your eye sends a wave of arousal through you. Your thighs already sticky, pressing together at the thought of making Steve frustrated and flustered. He catches the movement, eyes turning darker in your quick gaze upon them. He wasn’t just jealous, he likes that he is, and he knows you like it too now.

The uber’s sudden halt to a stop at the curb nudges you closer into Eddie’s side and you take advantage. Slinking your arm around his, fingers wrapping around his bicep, you let him help you out of the car. The already short hemline of your dress riding up further, hot summer day turning cool as the wind touches your exposed skin. Doing nothing to stop the fabric from hitching higher, a smirk threatens to crack your neutral face as a small groan comes from behind you, knowing Steve just got a flash of your red lace thong.

Thumping bass coming from the brownstone, you cling to Eddie’s side as he helps you up the steps. Staying wrapped around him as Nancy introduces you all to her co-workers and the host. Eventually, you remove yourself from him, off to search for a drink and a small reprieve from the eyes of Steve you can feel on the back of your head. Making a show whenever you see him approaching - tugging Eddie’s arm or a curl. Back arched as you reach for another drink or steal Eddie’s cigarette for a drag when you follow him out to the patio. Steve and you are never far apart all night, but not close enough. Like gravitational pulls centered on each other, orbiting around the other like you can’t help it. At one point he finally breaks, his hand brushing your lower back on the way to get a drink and it takes everything in you not to follow him.

Instead, you end up heading in the opposite direction, down a hallway to find a bathroom. Dimly lit by candles, you don’t even turn on the light, relaxing in the soft glow they give off. As you go to close the door, a large foot and hand shove themselves into the crack. Before you can protest, Steve’s body slips through the door and closes it, thumb pressing to the lock.

Rolling your eyes at him, you face the sink, fingers trailing along the swirls of shimmering cracks in the granite, “What do you want Harrington?”

Steve doesn’t say anything, but comes to stand behind you. Watching in the mirror as his fingers glide over the marks on your neck and shoulder, his marks. Your breath catches in your chest as he steps closer, a hard bulge pressing into your ass.

Repeating your words, you spin to face him, bodies pressed together and your voice straining to be icy, “What do you want?”

His hands find your hips and he nudges you back against the counter as he rolls his hips against yours. Leaning in closer, he brushes his nose against yours. His breath mint and rum, his reapplied cologne after the day and lingering smells of the lake surround you, the scent of Eddie from the car forgotten. It’s all mahogany, woodsy, luxury and you hate that you love it. Your lips catch his as he presses himself even closer as he speaks quietly, voice rough from the day of yelling and the drinks he’d been pounding, “I think you need a reminder.”

Your hands fall back against the counter, breath hitching at his words. Steve’s reminder can’t be the same as the one you’re trying to give him. As he squeezes your hips a little harshly and you breathe out, bottom lip catching his again, “Excuse me?”

He laughs a little, quiet and raspy, rolling his hips against you harder and gripping at your thigh roughly, “I’m not important?” his lips skim over your jaw, sloppy and hungry, his breath short and ragged as he mouths at your neck, “It was my name you screamed last night when you came,” lips pressing a kiss under your ear, punctuating each word with more, “All. Three. Times.”

His fingers brush under the hem of your dress as he pulls his head away, kissing your temple as your eyes flutter closed, “It’s cute you’re trying to make me jealous…”

“I’m not-”

“You are,” his voice strong as it interrupts yours, fingers brushing the damp front of your underwear as his lips smile against your jaw, nose nudging into your cheek, “You picked out this slutty dress for me.”

Fighting every nerve in your body, Steve’s commanding tone and attitude making your thighs sticky. Stomach flipping at the sinful way he rubs slowly over your underwear, you keep your voice surprisingly even, “Are you calling me a slut?”

“I’m not,” he removes his hand and spins you to face the mirror again, mouth hovering over the skin below your ear as he whispers, “But you’d like it if I did.”

Steve looks at you through the reflection, mouth latching onto your skin, teeth grazing lightly before sucking. Burning you with the heat of his gaze and mouth, your feet push together, body arching back into his as his tongue soothes yet another mark from him. His eyelashes flutter at your movement, hands running down your sides slowly, his mouth and touch causing your skin to heat up and fill the small room with heated lust to match the warm orange glow of the candles.

He removes his mouth with a quiet pop, pulling up the hem of your dress frantically, two fingers pushing over the front of your underwear again. Rubbing up and down slowly, he laughs again into your ear, “You want me to call you a slut. That’s what your little show tonight has been all about.”

Your head falls back against his shoulder as his fingers start circling your clit through the fabric and his other hand grabs your jaw, pulling your gaze to yourself in the mirror as his hot breath fans over your ear and his movements grow faster, “Flirting with Eddie, this dress, showing me this pretty little thing,” his fingers snap the band on your hip harshly, clenching around nothing at the movement as he continues, “hiding under it in the car, wanting to do this with Robin right outside.” Lips against your temple as he huffs quietly, “I’m not important.”

His fingers stop suddenly, pulling off of you and you whine, squirming against the hold he has on your chin and he slaps your ass, the sound of his fingers hitting your skin echoing around the small bathroom, the harsh movement sending your hips forward into the counter as he starts to grind against your ass. Mouth right against your ear as he practically growls in it.

“You are a slut.”

A desperate moan starts to fall out of you and the hand on your chin quickly moves over your mouth. His fingers soothe the mark on your ass before reaching around to slowly rub over your clit again as he commands against your ear, “Quiet.”

Nodding as your hands grip the countertop and he grinds into your ass in rhythm with his fingers. Steve’s mouth travels up and down your neck, kissing and licking his marks as you grind back against his movements, one of your hands reaching down and holding his wrist tighter to you as he rubs faster. The hand over your mouth tugs your head to look at yourself in the mirror, fingers around your jaw as he laughs into your ear, “Look at you. I’m not important?”

Shaking your head no, your body arches back into him, his hand leaving your mouth to push your lower back so you’re leaning against the countertop, hand gripping his wrist as he rubs faster, your arousal soaking and ruining the red thong as he grinds into you harshly. His hand slaps your ass without notice again, shooting you forward and his fingers slide under the lace just barely, and he whispers, “Come on baby, make a mess all over my fingers, yeah?”

He swirls and swirls his fingers, pushing them down through your folds as moans and whines threaten to push past your lips. His thumb takes over against your clit and he slaps your ass again, cupping it and pushing against you harder, grunting out a quiet, “Fuck.”

“Who’s making you cum like this?” whispering in your ear as he rubs even faster, your stomach tightened and ready to snap, knees bumping the cabinet doors with every push of his erection into your backside. He slaps your ass again, red and stinging, tears wetting your lash line as he speaks a little louder, “I asked you a question slutty girl.”

“Yo-you,” choking it out as he takes your hand off of the counter and pushes it into your folds.

Watching as you take over with a whine bubbling out of your pouting lips as he removes his fingers and licks your neck up to your ear, asking, “Who’s pussy is that?”

Clenching around your own fingers, you gasp out, “Yo-yours, Steve.”��

Eyes squeezing shut as he nods against your temple, “Right, baby. Good girl.” You focus on rubbing tight circles, stifling a moan at his words, almost missing the sound of his pants unbuckling. And when you hear him curse under his breath quietly, your eyes shoot open to see him stroking himself, other hand on your ass, squeezing the doughy flesh beneath the pads of his fingers. Biting down hard on your bottom lip as he moans, mesmerized by the way he watches the warm and sticky release drip down and cover you, squeezing your ass with both hands as pushes himself against you, his cum dripping over and into your ass, whispering, “Mine.”

His claim over you sends the gush of release over your own fingers, head falling forward with a ragged breath and shaking legs. Neither of you say anything as you catch your breath, slowly starting to clean yourselves up.

You’re leaning against the counter, clutching your soaked panties you’d opted to just remove as Steve helps clean up your face. His eyes serious, mouth pursed in a frown as he steps closer to you with a damp washcloth. His thumbs brush under your lash line, removing smudged make-up as you try to catch his eyes. When they finally lock with yours, his chest still heaving with breaths through his nose, you whisper, “Are we gonna talk about the last two days? Or no?”

Steve opens his mouth when a loud knock on the door startles you both.

Steve calls out, “Find a different bathroom!”

“Open the door, Steve, or I tell her right now!”

Steve swears under his breath and opens the door, peeking his head out slightly before yanking on the front of Eddie’s shirt and pulling him into the bathroom harshly.

Eddie smirks, leaning against the door as he looks between the two of you, and sings, “My, my, aren’t you two just naughty little heathens.”

Steve’s head drops, his hands rubbing his temple as your eyes bounce back and forth between the two boys. How did you let it get this far?

You are so fucked - and not in the good way.

A/N: I'm so sorry this took me so long. Ya'll have no idea how much I poured into this, how tough writer's block was and how much I bugged my sweet friends and my beta @sweetsweetjellybean about this. Please let me know what you thought! I can't wait to share the next parts - updates will hopefully be more timely from here on out, but I appreciate your patience.

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