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[nerdraging4point0]

E*Motionless (Chris Motionlessxreader fic)

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Tropes and Tags: ememies to lovers, friends with benefits, rough sex, public adjacent sex, PinV, angst, third person female reader POV.

Touring was exhausting.

Even on a bus the size of this one it was hard to get comfortable. Band and crew shoved into the tight space, there was hardly any elbow room left. Curled up in the fetal position tightly coiled under her blanket on the beige leather couch, Natalie stirred awake, stretching her legs out her feet hits Rick’s guitar tech. He didn’t stir at all as her feet recoiled back to her body. Her muscles felt tight all over she’d been curled up like this for weeks anytime she slept, sometimes she’d be able to catch a nap in the afternoon- sprawled out on the couch or floor, any place that would allow her leg room-but it was rare anymore. She could hear the soft breathing and snores of all the crew around her, multiple bodies piled onto the twin couches and floor in between. The smell of coffee from the Keurig was absent, meaning it was still too early for even Rick to be up. Rick was one of the early risers if what you call waking up at 9 a.m early. With their life it was the earliest anyone would be up at home Nat would be up by 7 ready to start her day. She tossed off her blanket stretching again with the limited room she had before stepping through the landmine of bodies over to her phone sitting on the kitchen counter.

It wasn’t really a kitchen, just a single section of the wall that had a sink, fridge, and cabinets to store their snacks and necessities. Just like the chaotic sleeping bodies cords and phones littered the countertop making her amazed the bus didn’t short circuit. It was probably impossible for that to happen, but she was no mechanic, so the thought still crossed her mind. Finding her phone among the pile she opened it up to the check the time it was just before nine. The bus was still moving but the soft way it would stop and start up again meant they were close to their next venue. Correction. Their last venue.

She couldn’t be happier to be off the road she was homesick for her one-bedroom apartment, its’ old floor and cracked paint would be a sight for sore eyes at this moment. Scrolling through her phone the bus lurched to a stop causing the crew to wake and start moving around to find their clothes and get dressed. She found her back grabbing her clothes as fast as she could, but she wasn’t fast enough, Zach pushed past her and took his spot in the bathroom. Not wanting to wait she moved through the tight hallway to the back of the bus, sliding the door open to the bunks Rick was leaning over the side of his bunk hair a mess as he tried to bring himself to wake up.

Passed the bunks was a small room that could be used as a lounge, but usually it was used as storage and a spare changing place. With the band still sleeping it was never used this early in the morning, she patted Ricks knee as she passed, he responded with a grumbly good morning. It wasn’t really him she was worried about. Chris always slept in the bunk behind Rick, it was tradition since they first started touring together.  She was only a tech, often helping anywhere she was needed, primarily working at the merch stand. Despite her low profile throughout the tour, she and Chris had been at odds with each other during their tour, his sometimes-inconsiderate sarcasm and brooding stares made her blood pressure rise. While she never responded with disrespect to the singer, her silence and lack of enthusiasm working with him was response enough.

She tried to be as quiet as possible walking past his open bunk, his body turned so his back faced the alleyway, she thought it would have been easy to sneak by him. She had been wrong. “And where are you going?” his groggy morning voice asked, the sound had a little more bass in it than she was used to. Her body reacted by jumping back hugging her clothes to her chest.

“To get dressed.” She responded when she’d finally caught herself enough to speak.

“Couldn’t do that somewhere else?” his voice still growling.

“Give me five minutes. It won’t be an issue. It’s the night before the last show, cut me some slack.” She barked, opening the door to the back lounge before sliding it shut to change.

She continued to argue with herself about the lack of communication between the two of them. She’d been warned that although he was a nice person at heart and really enjoyed everyone he worked with and loved what he did for a living his perfectionist and workaholic tendencies would cause him to lash out at anyone within reach. She figured it would be the occasional freak out and he’d be back to normal. Nope. The man would sulk around about it keeping it buried in his chest until it all was just too much to handle.

The days off on tour helped, he’d hide away from the group or go on his own adventures, giving him time to decompress. She could never remember if there was something she’d done wrong on tour with anything specific, but nothing was coming to mind.

After dressing and pushing past the band in their bunks, afraid to interact with the demon anymore, she headed back to the front of the bus to help anyone who needed it. Back home it was easy for them to prepare for the last show, they had parked at the warehouse and started to unload the pieces that needed repair were trash or not necessary for the last show of the tour. Zach worked through Vinny’s drum set removing the broken pedals and counting new ones to make sure he had extra. Nat took inventory of the merchandise remaining, some T shirts and hoodies were low in stock-but not like she would have the time to get more-they had ordered over 2000 hoodies for the tour, one of the things that had set Chris off to begin with.

Weeks after starting the tour fans had complained that the craftsmanship of the merch was weak at best, the material falling apart in their washing machines, designs cracking, it had been a mess. Chris beat himself up for weeks saying he should have reviewed the merchandise twice before agreeing to the pieces. But not before snapping at the techs about it, he never blamed her or them, just got snappy and short tempered. Rick suggested they make up for it in other ways and whatever plan the two had come up with seemed to work for them, the singer had calmed down and the tour went on.

Unloading, cleaning, organizing, and loading some more resulted in a very tired and hungry crew. Vin piped up to the group and offered a Pizza Party at his home, Nat almost wanted to refuse, her body crying out for her own apartment and bed for just a few hours before she’d be summoned to the bus again. But one by one, as everyone agreed, she felt pressured to say yes.

Vin’s place was what she expected and not all at the same time, there was furniture, but it didn’t look like anything other than the living room couch being used. Floors were clean but not a lot hanging on the mustard-colored walls, there was food packed in the kitchen but mismatched plates and cups. The dining room table was full of pizza boxes and bottles of wine, while some of the crew popped open the bottles of wine and someone offered the weed they’d brought in, the party started to liven up. Through the loud noise and laughter, she pushed around people to find Vin.

“Where’s the bathroom?” she asked, leaning into his ear so he could hear her.

“Upstairs. First door on the left.”

“You couldn’t spring for one downstairs?” she giggled.

“It’s being renovated. Take it or leave it.” Returning the smile and chuckling. He’d been such a gracious and excited host despite how drained he looked. She leaned over giving him a chaste kiss on his cheek before heading upstairs. Upstairs the party was muted, it was nice, she spent a little extra time sitting up there to regroup, Chris had walked in about thirty minutes ago and she was already looking for excuses to leave. Not that he’d done anything to bother her for the night, he’d been bubbly since he walked in. It was the choice of outfit that had her mouth running dry and watering all at the same time-leather jacket over a swoop neck tank top, black jeans and converse, black shades over his eyes-she needed to leave before she did something she knew she’d regret.

When she was ready to join the living she washed her hands, drying them on the black and red hand towel Vin had hanging by the sink. She’d barely gotten the bathroom door open when Chris’s six-foot tall frame was pushing past the dark wood, his hand resting on her abdomen pushing her back into the bathroom. He turned, making them face one another, her back to the sink and his to the wall. Looking up at him his face showed the heavy weeks of exhaustion-bags under both eyes, his cheeks sinking in, shadows of stubble at his jaw line and above his lip-if it hadn’t been for the sparkle in his eyes, she would have thought he was dead on his feet. His big hand pressed into the door made it impossible for her to open it, she’d turn the knob and pull only for Chris’s body weight to slam it shut again.

“Stop doing that.” He teased.

“Then let me out.”

“Fine. You want out?” He took one stride and closed the distance, his body practically pressed against hers. Turning the knob, he pulled the door open enough for her to slide by if she wanted. The heat from his body and the smell of his cologne, the way his fingers curled around the doorknob-chipped black nail polish and tattooed skin-grip relaxed, barely hanging onto the metal.

“Go then.” His voice was barely above a whisper, but the way the words made her skin vibrate put her feet in park. While she had found him annoying and inconsiderate sometimes his humor and good nature made her think he wasn’t so bad. The way he performed on stage, the way he looked in his make-up, the charm-all things that made him extremely attractive and often irresistible. She couldn’t look at him just at the half open door watching it slowly shut and his fingers turning the lock slowly. Her breathing quickened as her heart started to pound in her ears. It wasn’t professional to have relationships with the band or crew, it made for awkward times on the road and even more awkward interactions later. Did that stop her from having crushes on any of them? No.

Every so often the sexual frustration would rear its ugly head and the shameless flirting with either the sweet drummer, intelligent guitarist, two of the techs, and even Chris himself made that rule a little difficult. Of course, she’d never done anything about it, another downfall of sharing such a confined space with the rest of the group-no place to take care of your own personal needs. The only times would be in the shower or if you could catch a free minute on the bus between all the work that needed to be done.

She knew what Vin was doing at 1 am when the rest of the team was starting to crash for the night, the extra time he’d spend in the bus bathroom a relieved look on his face as he made his way back to bed. It was another reason why Rick was such an early riser-wake up, Keurig, stroke his dick, drink coffee, get on with the day. She never bothered to pay attention to Chris, but he would usually be better after his days off, and the only thing she could think of was that he paid for it-or found some groupie on the streets.

Here in Vin’s bathroom with Chris towering over her practically pinning her to the bathroom sink, she couldn’t deny how turned on it made her.

When his fingers rubbed over her cheek then down her neck to push the hair out of the way she made a mental promise she’d only make out with him. That’s all. She straightened herself up the shift in bodies bringing her face closer to Chris their noses brushing against one another. Not sure who moves first or how it all happened suddenly their lips are entwined, tongues sliding over one another tasting each other hands exploring as much of their bodies as they can through their clothes. She doesn’t stop him when he slides his hands down to the elastic of her pants, hooking his fingers through them and her panties pulling the fabric down her legs with harsh forceful tugs. She shimmies her hips until her clothes are at her ankles, kicking off her shoes and stepping out of them all without breaking the kiss.

Chris breaks them apart, lips swollen and panting as he slides down to his knees, hooking her leg over his shoulder, the instant his tongue slides inside her she feels all thoughts of how bad this could be and the consequences of their actions drowning and dying with the obscene sounds she begins making. One of his arms is hooked around the leg currently draped over his shoulder holding tight to her thigh, his free hand pushing her other out of the way opening herself to him as his face buries itself deeper. Her hand finds its way into his dark orchid hair tightening around the strands encouraging him to continue what he’s doing.

She’s whimpering, biting her lip raw as she tries to keep the noises to a minimum. Her back is curving and arching her body in a way that humans should not be capable of. Feeling the orgasm building up in her she fights, wanting to push him away, not wanting to give in to whatever they were doing. Chris growls taking her thighs in his grip so hard the soft flesh is being pushed between his fingers she’ll have bruises by morning. Her thighs tighten squeezing as she clenches around his tongue a guttural noise bleeding from her throat as she comes for him.

“Fuck,” he rasped coming up to his full height “you should see your face.”

His hands took her shoulders in a firm grip spinning her around to face the round mirror on the wall. Her copper hair hanging in front of her face strands moving with her breath as she tried desperately to catch it. Chris’s grip loosened from her shoulders to run down her arms with a feathery touch, he stopped at her wrist pulling the elastic band gathering her hair to tie it back into a messy ponytail.

“There,” he purred “Now you can see.”

She looked at her own reflection, the face looking back at her unrecognizable. Her cheeks were flushed, jaw laxed as she tried desperately to normalize her breathing, eyes heavy and unfocused.  

“I’m not done with you, pumpkin.” His sneakers kicked her feet open spreading her legs again for him, the force of his push so much that she braced herself with both hands on the sink. His hand slid up the inside of her thigh feeling the muscles quiver under his fingers, she was about to protest, suggest that get back downstairs to the party but two fingers sliding inside her silenced that protest. Her head dropped down fingers curling on the countertop. A sudden jerk of her ponytail made her eyes snap open and refocus on the mirror in front of her, Chris stood behind her, his dark eyes the only thing peering over the top of her head. Already a beautiful dark brown they looked obsidian with the lust he’d become consumed with.

“I want you to see your face when you come.”

His fingers scissored open and closed swirling around before opening and closing again, stretching her walls with expert skills. She couldn’t watch her own face, it was too awkward, but her eyes remained focused on the mirror watching his instead. With each movement of his fingers, she could see his eyes widen, eyebrows twitch, mouth fall open, tongue darting out to lick his lips before pulling them between his teeth.

“So tight. Fuck baby.” He continued to whisper dark and dirty words as his fingers buried into her to the knuckle. She starts to grind down on his fingers whimpering as she wants more, his hand has a grip on her ponytail and her mind silently asks him to pull on it again. He wraps her hair around his hand tugging her back so his chest is pressed tight to her back, fingers still buried deep inside her.

“Say the word and I’ll stop.” He’s giving her the out. He’s giving her the opportunity to say no, this is her only chance to take it. She doesn’t, she feels that she’s passed the point of no return and now she’d rather burn the bridge than cross it back to the other side. He presses his face into her cheek, nose running through her hair as he inhales her scent, it’s feral, it’s animalistic, it’s so fucking hot. His lips press into her ear, and she can feel his hot breath against her skin. “You gonna come for me my sweet?”

The harsh thrust of his digits makes her rock onto her toes, but his body holds her firmly in place hand tightening on her ponytail to keep her face on the mirror in front of her. Her pupils are blown wide, her mouth hanging open uncontrollably, cheeks are darkening as the blood rushes to her face, she can see her shoulders shaking from her hands supporting most of her weight, her legs nearly incapable of doing their job.

“I need you to come, baby. I want to fuck you.” His teeth take her ear lobe nipping at the soft skin. He starts to grind into her hip, and she can feel how hard he is beneath his jeans. She grinds down hard on his fingers, feeling the coil tighten trying to please him to the best of her ability.

 “You want my dick don’t you, pumpkin?” she whined in response. Grinding back into him hoping he got the message. The loss of his fingers as he pulled them out made her cry, she felt empty body short circuiting. When the pressure of his body weight releases from her back she spins around, he is shocked, probably thinking she’s going to grab her clothes and take off. Instead, she reaches for his jeans undoing the button and sliding down the zipper pushing his clothes down only far enough to set his cock free.

She gasps finally seeing it for herself, she’d thought about it more than once and to see it with her own eyes her mouth starts to water. He lifts her up onto the counter helping her balance as he lines up pushing slowly into her. She hisses as he stretches her, all that work with his fingers and it still didn’t open her up enough for him. A harsh snap of his hips buries himself deeper into her and she cries out, the sounds echoing off the walls. ‘

Chris grabbed the hand towel she’d dried her hands on earlier, pulling it from the ring practically yanking it off the wall. He covered her face with it, the fibers between her teeth and on her tongue. “Can’t have you doing that. As much as I like it, I don’t need to be interrupted.”

Chris moves in a methodic rhythm; one she has seen him do with his mic stand countless times on stage. When he is satisfied with his movements and the pain in her has turned to a beautiful pleasure he rips the hand down from her face, licking into her mouth in a filthy kiss as he continues to roll in and out of her. The drag of his cock on her walls has her gripping at his shirt pulling him closer. She could see now why the late-night hook ups found it so hard to leave the bus in the morning, the way he had her melting was intoxicating.

Breaking away from him she’s breathless, forehead pressed against his hand braced on the edge of the sink her knuckles turning white, her other hand cupping the back of his neck as she lifted herself up meeting his thrusts. His hot breath was panting in her face, tongue sliding out to find her mouth before he’d bring it back in again, she’d never see that tongue the same way again. Her legs wrap around his waist bringing him into her as his hips roll and she’s coming with raspy breathes, his name the only thing she can say. Two more sharp thrusts and he is right behind her, still joined and panting pleasure rides itself out and the guilt and shame settles into her bones. She holds herself steady as he places her on the ground reaching to grab her clothes and put them out with a blank expression on her face.

She remains stone cold as she leaves the bathroom without a word to the singer. Heading downstairs where Vin and Logan have gotten themselves into a makeshift sword fight, Rick is leaning against the hallframe watching the exchange with a grin on his face. Ryan puffing on his vape his girl tucked under his arm while the remaining guests are sitting in the living and dining room finishing off the food.

“You look tired.” Rick comments when he sees her face.

“I feel it.” She agrees “I need a good solid sleep before tomorrow.” She turns to see Vin push Logan over, the tech falling to the ground like he’d been savagely murdered.

“Vin, you mind if I dip out. It’s been a great party.”

“Nah,” the drummer muses not even looking at her “I’ll see you later anyway. G’night.”

She pushes past the crowd and out into the chilly night air. She jumps in her car pulling out of his crowded driveway and street heading to the warehouse where the bus lays waiting for them. Maybe in the silence, she’ll get some much-deserved sleep.

[phoenixlionme]

WLW Enemies-toLovers and their different styles.

A sort-of wlw version and sequel to this post.

Classic version with adult women and tropes surrounding elves, royalty, and knights.

2. More like "Annoyances to Friends to Lovers who have feelings but not together yet" version that is also "peasant and princess" trope.

3. Magical academy and teenagers version who get together in the middle of the series.

4. Specifically, "Childhood Friends to Enemies who realize their feelings to back to friends to lovers and (eventually) wives" version.

[magicalboyartsyt]

This is the final version of my Mario and Bowser fusion named Oregano.

His name comes from a herb that pizza has in it. I find a pattern of characters name in the Mario Universe that are royal like Peach, Peasley and Daisy having plant associations. Oregano is the big brother and father figure that is silly to bring everyone laugh, but also someone that protects the person they loved. He have two forms and they are the serious and honest short king and the silly and warmhearthed giant king fir the Koopa King.

( History: Mario and Bowser having a fight, that ended in a earthquake that trap them in a hole on the ground. They have to work together to escape the hole on the ground. Their bond in the hole formed from enemy to friends even tolove showed how different they are, but also how similar they are. And it realize that if Peach didn't like them as lovers but as friends,they still have each other.( How they fuse is simple their hearts and souls synchronise that a glow starts to cover them and merges them together.)

His ability have involved with fire, ground, steel and water. 

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[innertravelerdreamer]

Why are Blacks joining the Republican Party? Part 1. Why are Blacks joining the Republican Party? Part 1 Black people were enslaved in the USA, and U.S. President Abraham Lincoln, our 16th U.S. President U.S.U.S.siden, faded them. He was a Republican president. Naturally, Blacks felt an allegiance to the Republican party, which was the party of former US PresiU.S.nt Donald Trump in 2024. After a time, most Black people felt the Republican Party abandoned black voters and started doing the will of Big Bussines and Corporations. This is why many Black people feel that it is in their best interest to come to the Democratic Party's current US PresiU.S.nt, Joe Biden, in the year 2024. It appears the Democratic Party worked in the instance of poor and middle-class people by creating many social programs to help people experiencing poverty..We will discuss these topics with GO political strategist/consultant Mr. Jarvis Tolover and how he has worked hard to elect Republicans in the USA, Chicago, IL. He is always for hire to help the Republican party and is a member of the National Rifles Association.   ( NRA ). He is a card-carrying member and a supporter of the Republican party, former US President Donald Trump, and his organization, MAGA. He has strong Republican values and very conservative views.I would have to say a lot of Black people are starting to think that the Democratic party has taken the Black vote for granted, Saying blacks will vote Democratic no matter what we do. This is why many Black people started to come to the republican party. Why are Blacks joining the Republican Party? I believe most blacks are for safer borders and not letting people in Mexico come to the USA without following the rules of the USA. Some of the resources. ( Money) is being taken away from US citizens and military veterans living on the streets of the USA. Most believe the USA was suitable to have nations paying NATO for protection and should have always paid their fair share. Most of the country is divided on abortion rights. No man should be able to compete with ladies in sports. Share / like, and comment on this video. It helps the YouTube Google algorithm so more people can see the video Information websites below. Yes, Republicans freed the slaves. They were NOT these Republicans.https://www.cnn.com/2020/08/27/politics/what-matters-august-26/index.html2. Abraham Lincoln. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Abraham_Lincoln3. 'REPUBLICAN PARTY IS NOT THE ENEMY': Black conservatives voice top issues for 2024 https://youtu.be/L0PaL_wohew?si=LVPo6yQFpZ2n2kGd4. US Republican Party History https://youtu.be/L0PaL_wohew?si=x3c9JKRzWgH7Zpy35. Democratic Party Explained 2024 | What is a Democrat? The difference between a Democrat and a Republican. https://youtu.be/TMIB2C4tQ2w?si=iGx39mIzM2t0Slu26. Have Democrats taken the African American vote for granted? https://youtu.be/qqPKpMyRRt4?si=fnOmTmYQwZXQ5qUL7 . President Biden delivers remarks at the White House — 2/8/2024 https://www.youtube.com/live/hSckeFQ3zsA?si=_NdqE0sh9ws9pTw88. Trump Delivers Remarks on the Presidential Race at the White House https://www.youtube.com/live/iwOvAYvWUlU?si=izLhXdaVCkHrsZiBWE COME ON.TV IN THE USA, CHICAGO, IL, ON COMCAST TV CAN-TV ON SATURDAYS AT 10:30 PM ON CHANNEL 19. You can help this website grow by sharing/Liking and Subscribing to our platforms. And pray for us; the Underground Railroad TV In Chicago comes on Comcast TV, CAN-TV channel 19, on Saturday at 10:30 PM.Help "Shaymar Media Platform." please donate the PayPal Donation link https://www.paypal.com/donate/?hosted_button_id=QP263Y7A6QAHJ  Clifton Bradley lll /President/ CEO Shaymar Media Productions LLC USA, Chicago, IL E-mail shaymarmedia@gmail.com Website www.shaymarmedia.com Phone number: 1-312-884-9757 WE COME ON.TV IN THE USA, CHICAGO, IL, ON COMCAST TV CAN-TV ON SATURDAYS AT 10:30 PM ON CHANNEL 19. You can help this website grow by sharing/Liking and Subscribing to our platforms. And pray for us; the Underground Railroad TV In Chicago comes on Comcast TV, CAN-TV channel 19, on Saturday at 10:30 PM.Help "Shaymar Media Platform." please donate the PayPal Donation link https://www.paypal.com/donate/?hosted_button_id=QP263Y7A6QAHJ  Clifton Bradley lll /President/ CEO Shaymar Media Productions LLC USA, Chicago, IL E-mail shaymarmedia@gmail.com Website www.shaymarmedia.com Phone number: 1-312-884-9757

[todo7roki]

7 DREAM CAFE STATION (masterlist)

HIATUS

nct dream x fem!reader

"seven different men are capable of messing with your heart"

CONTENT: smut, jealous, profanity, oral!m, oral!f, choking, fingering, and more.

jaemin rich!boy x fem!reader.

"he's willing to give you the most expensive gifts in the world and fuck you really hot, just to win your heart."

keep reading

jeno bad!boy x fem!reader

"he was always the bad boy, but your sure girl way always caught his attention."

keep reading

jisung roommate x fem!reader

"loving a person is accepting and respecting their happiness even if you are not part of that happiness, and jisung is willing to love you."

keep reading

renjun barista x fem!reader

coming soon!

hyuck enemie!tolover x fem!reader

coming soon!

mark tutor x fem!reader

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chenle bestfriend x fem!reader

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[healingskywalker]

Enemies?ToLovers with Hunter is such a fitting trope. I love this so much!

He could comment that yours looked like the galaxy was staring back at him. The galaxy only had eyes for him.

Also, THIS ^^ such a raw and beautiful line.

I just read most of your Bad Batch fics and I absolutely love them and I saw your scenarios list and there were so many good options.

I was wondering if you could do a Hunter x Bounty Hunter!Reader with "Chr B meeting chr A's kid in public and helps them out. Which makes the kid like B but B doesn't know it's A's kid." which leads to "They didn't mean for it to turn out this way. But they tried it once and couldn't stop themselves from wanting more."

Hello lovely friend I hope you didn't mind the wait! This is my first time writing for Hunter and I had a blast. Probably... too much fun because I went on and on with this one... Kind of wondering if I should make some mini-fics about the lessons that are referred to in this writing.

lessons learned

warnings: cussing a lot for some reason, general kind of "aw sad" feels, slightly "whoa that's hot" feels at the end

word count: 4307

reader x hunter

Bounty hunting. Not exactly the most glamorous job in the galaxy, but it pays well so who would deny it? It kept your ship running, your belly full. You got to collect some beautiful weapons and some breathtaking views to the places you went.

There was… one downside.

Saying you had an arch nemesis would sound strange. At first thought, you would assume it’s another bounty hunter, right? No. It’s a fucking bounty itself. 

You’ve been chasing him for years. Before the Clone Wars ended, jilted citizens or affected warlords put bounties on this clone’s head for unbelievable rates. At first you thought it must be because he’s so unbelievably dangerous, or committed some kind of unbelievably terrible crime.

No. He’s just good at his job.

Now that the Clone War is over, it’s been corporations or government bodies placing the bounties on him. It didn’t matter who placed the bounty, it was always going to be the same challenge. 

You thought back on the very many times you’ve hunted this clone, the one with a signature red bandana and half a face of a tattoo…

The first time, he made himself known to you with a blaster to your back. He pointed out he could smell the scent of your shampoo. While this was embarrassing as hell, you considered the job failed.

The second time, he found a strand of your hair caught on a tree limb in the forest he was hiding in. With frustration, you now wore a helmet that tucked your hair inside to prevent that situation from happening again.

The third time (or was it the thirtieth time?), he heard your sneeze. He heard your fucking sneeze. From an ungodly amount of distance away.

This has been going for so long. Honestly, you’ve been improving in your craft since you started hunting him. You learned some valuable lessons that most bounty hunters had probably never even thought of. You had a lovely stash of credits and could retire in a couple more years if you wanted.

Another bounty had crossed the database requiring the very clone you rival with. You took it without looking at the prize. You weren’t going to get it. You at least read details of his last known location and plotted the hyperspace jump. With a grin, you leaned back in your chair and propped your feet up on the console. It’s been a while. You could almost say you missed him.

Taking a mental checklist of all the ways you’d failed before, you parked your ship in the most crowded spaceport you could find. It would fit right in and be a little more difficult for him to locate (Lesson 16).

The bounty intel stated that he was headquartered in some kind of cantina that barely deserved to be called one. It had a couple regulars. The owner was a Trandoshan. Jedi used to visit during the war. Sounds simple enough.

A normal bounty hunter would camp out inside and wait for their mark to appear. However, the clone is a master at determining sketchy looking patrons, so that was out. (Lesson 8).

If you tried picking out an inconspicuous high ground, he usually had those covered too (Lesson 29).

If he really has chosen Ord Mantell as his homebase, then integrating yourself into society was going to be your plan. It’s something similar to the infamous long con most deviants live, but this was the next idea on your list of failed attempts at catching him. So, for the next few weeks, you lived on Ord Mantell.

It has felt like a vacation so far. No blaster bolts heading your way, no skeevy guild members to bargain with and absolutely no need to live in the most terrible of situations just to maybe catch your mark. You felt… normal. 

Today you were shopping. You only bought groceries for a few meals at a time so you would have an excuse to familiarize yourself with the setting. You learned the accent present in most humanoids in the area. It would be easy to convince anyone you were a native.

Wandering past a stall that sold a couple gifts and knick-knacks, you paused and browsed for a moment. There were some overpriced jewelry replicas, some small carved toys, a miscellaneous trinket or two… Feeling slightly nostalgic for a moment, you picked up a carved wooden tooka. It reminded you of a doll you had as a kid. How long ago were your younger years? With a longing glance and chuckle, you put it back down and carried on. 

You knew you had everything you needed, yet to continue the charade you started going through your basket of items to appear as though you were checking your shopping list. A small tug on your sleeve pulled away your focus with a start, and you almost reached for the blaster hidden under your groceries, but paused when you found a child to be the cause of the disturbance.

“Hello,” she said with a cheery tone. 

You watched her with skepticism before sounding out a wary “Hello.”

The child had notable blonde hair tucked under a hat and curious brown eyes that watched you. “I noticed that you looked a little sad,” she said with uncertainty and reached in her pocket. “So, I… I got you this. I hoped it would cheer you up.” She held up her hand and in her palm was the wooden tooka you were holding just moments ago.

It wasn’t everyday that a child tries to commit an act of kindness like this, so it warmed your heart slightly. Although, still suspicious. “T-thank you,” you told her quietly. 

A small laugh escaped her mouth. “You’re welcome! My brother has a similar toy that means a lot to him. It looks like it means a lot to you, too.” 

You couldn’t help the grin plastered on your face. “You must have a great brother,” you said as you knelt down to level with the girl.

“I really do!” She smiled at you some more, then held out her hand. “My name is Omega. What’s yours?”

Quickly, you fashioned up a fake name and gave it to her. She repeated it in her bizarre accent. 

“That’s a pretty name. Are you shopping?” Omega asked and pointed her eyes to your basket.

You looked at your basket yourself. Why is it so hard to talk to this kid? Is it really that hard to be social with anyone who isn’t a bounty? “Uh, yeah. I just finished up, actually. I’m about to head home.” 

Omega looked back at your face, wanting to continue the conversation. “I’m shopping too,” she then adjusted the straps to the bag on her back. “I’m almost done. Do you want to hang out with me while I finish up?”

This stunned you. But it also gave you the opportunity to continue blending in so you can work on hopefully capturing that damned clone. You nodded, then stood up. “Yeah, I think that would be fun. Are you sure it’s okay?” you asked her.

Omega confided in you with a cheerful “Yep! Besides, you don’t look all that dangerous.”

Oh, you sweet summer child.

With an uneasy laugh, you started to follow her. “Dangerous? Me? Impossible.” The tension in your body subsided a little as you tried to make small talk. “You, on the other hand? You look like you could take on a rabid rancor.”

Omega giggled and reached for your hand to hold onto while the pair of you walked. She said your name pointedly, “You have no idea.” She continued on chatting about small things, but for some reason you think she might have had something to do with a rancor at one point…

You only accompanied Omega for a little less than an hour, helping her haggle down some prices and looking for the best produce. She was more than grateful for your assistance, and honestly, you were beyond appreciative of the normalcy. Omega bid her goodbye and hoped she could shop with you again sometime. She ran off in the direction you assumed was her home. You were waving at her back before looking at that very hand, the one that held her hand while shopping.

What kind of humanity was this?

It’s been perhaps a month at this point. You haven’t scoped out the cantina yet so that any trace of you wouldn’t contaminate the job. You knew exactly where it was though. There was no worry there. 

Your blasters and rifle were ready to go at any time. When you weren’t in civvy clothes, you wore your field gear just in case you were ready to make your move. 

It was time to go shopping again. Part of you hoped that you’d run into Omega. The purity of her company was extremely sobering. Parts of you wondered what it would look like–feel like–if you retired and settled down. You would get to wear comfortable clothes like the ones you wear now. You’d go shopping while holding the hand of your partner, or eventually your child. You would add small wooden carvings to your list of things to buy, just to shower your offspring with love and–

What the fuck?

Your curious wondering had inserted your rival next to you as your partner. He held onto your hand and walked with you at a slow pace. He listened to you and spoke back calmly. At some point, you probably would have run a quick hand through his long hair as an action of endearment. His tattooed cheek would melt into your caress before he would press a kiss to your wrist. Your other hand was holding onto Omega’s. The three of you were a happy family–

Seriously, what the fuck?

You slapped your cheeks to get the imagery out of your mind. You shook your head as if you were trying to get rid of some tangles in your hair. Enough of those thoughts. Enough! You internally cursed yourself and were now looking forward to the end of this bounty. It’s time to get that clone off your mind for a while.

You did run into Omega again. She waved at you, calling your undercover name as she spotted you. “Let’s go shopping together!” she begged.

With a smile, you obliged. Yeah, you could do this one last time. One last time to act like a weightless being without a history of successful bounties, a ship you called a home instead of the apartment you were renting, the views of stars in space instead of the community you’ve learned to know…

In another lifetime, yeah. But not this one.

You approached Omega to close the distance. You were raising your hand to take her outstretched one–until someone ran past you quickly, ran past Omega and snatched her bag off of her arm.

You couldn’t believe how fast it all happened. Omega stumbled backward at the sudden jerk to her arm. She watched the thief run off for mere seconds before she took after him, yelling at him to stop.

Panic hit your soul as you watched. You couldn’t let this happen to her. Not a chance. No way you would let some asshole ruin your last memory with Omega. You reached into your basket and grabbed your blaster that was wrapped in a cloth. Unwrapping it quickly and dropping the empty basket, you started chasing. You switched your blaster to stun and flicked the safety off. You weren’t going to shoot blindly into the crowd–not until you had a calculated clear shot. 

You caught up with Omega. “Are you okay?” 

“I’m fine, but he–”

“Don’t worry kid. I’ll get it back for you.”

You hasten your pace to catch up with the thief–a Rodian. He was fast but wasn’t fast enough to escape you. You had stamina and a history of chasing, so this was nothing.

He shoved people out of the way and lost some of the distance he had on you. No matter. In true, inexperienced criminal fashion, he ducked into an alley. Either he just ran into a deadend or the gods blessed him with an actual throughway to another part of the city, but it was almost never the latter. 

Sliding to a halt at the mouth of the alley, you indeed found it to be a closed end. The Rodian was attempting to climb on top of crates and boxes to get to a balcony up above. Cocking an eyebrow, you took a shot at him. The stun blast hit him dead on and he fell into a pile of garbage bags below.

Omega caught up now. She watched you approach the downed Rodian and took Omega’s bag back. The young girl was braced with a stance of caution. “Do you always carry a blaster on you?” She took her bag from you gingerly and put it on her back, with both straps this time.

You sighed. “Yeah. It’s dangerous out here.”

“So you’re not a bounty hunter or something…?”

You paused. Well, shit. Do you lie to her? She’s such a good kid! “I, uh… kind of dabble in it here and there.”

Omega stepped backward and took a defensive position. “You’re not hunting me, are you?”

The anger in her eyes told you that she’s been the receiving end of a bounty or two. Why is someone putting bounties on a child? 

“Oh gods no, no no no. Omega, I would never. People actually put bounties on you? But you’re… you’re a child!”

Omega was still defensive and creating distance between you and her. “That’s none of your business!”

You stared down at the blaster in your hands. With another sigh, you knelt down to her level. You flipped the safety on and tucked the blaster into the waistband of your pants. You held your empty hands up to show her you were harmless, show her you had no intention of harming her. “Omega, I’m not hunting you. I swear to you.”

“The last time I trusted some stranger on the street, she tried to turn me in for a bounty. I’m too trusting. I want to assume people are good. I’m always wrong.”

Your hands fell into your lap. Watching tears form in Omega’s eyes broke your heart. If there was ever a sign to get out of bounty hunting… this was it. 

“I understand,” you say to her. Your shoulders slumped. Yeah, bounty hunting was the least glamorous job out there and you knew that. Putting bounties on a child is underworld level stuff. You never thought it was real, just myths told by guildmasters to scare you. In truth, they were testing the waters to see if you’d take the job.

Omega actually stepped forward. “Wait… you’re telling the truth.”

Meeting her eyes, you nodded. “Yeah. I am.”

“I’m sorry,” Omega told you. She spoke your name to get your attention. When you looked up, you saw her hand reaching for you. “Let’s go shopping. I don’t want my brothers to think something happened to me.”

You took her hand with a relieved smile. You rose to your feet. The pair of you started walking, Omega holding onto your hand like before. “Brothers, huh? You must have a big family.”

With a grin, Omega turned back to her carefree self that you met previously, and a weight lifted off of your chest.

You swore tonight you would find the clone you were hunting, and tell him it was over. You sure were going to miss this.

Omega bid you a goodbye and another wish that you two could go shopping again sometime. It took some effort to cover the broken smile you handed her, but you managed.

Heading back to your apartment, you put on your gear and grabbed your rifle. It was time to revisit an old lesson that you already learned from just so he could easily catch you. With a shake of your head, you still couldn’t believe a child was the cause of you wanting to quit. 

Again that imaginary situation where you and your partner were browsing the shops on the very street you walked with Omega. She on one hand and your clone target on the other. The clone was dreamy, to say the least. While the chase and failed attempts to catch him were part of the fun, you learned to appreciate the beauty in him. He was strong, smart, and a hell of a better hunter than you were. You smirked. Maybe that’s why his name is Hunter.

You were set up on a building across from the cantina, rifle loaded but not aimed at anything in particular. Hunter just had to do whatever it was that he did, show up with a blaster pointed at you, then it was over with. You had no idea how long it would take for him to show up, so you took the chance to lay on your back with your head propped with your hands underneath. The sky was pretty. There were stars dotting the sky. For a moment you wondered how many of those stars you had visited before. Which one would be perfect for an early retirement?

There was no telling how much time had passed before Hunter appeared before you.

“Getting a little sloppy, aren’t we?”

You sat up while observing him. He didn’t even have his blaster in his hand. He was still in full armor, though, minus helmet, so the blaster was at his side and his knife sheathed on his arm. He crossed said arms. 

You shrugged. “I think I’m just tired.”

Hunter tilted his head slightly with a raised brow. “Why bother, then?”

You pushed yourself to your feet and dusted off your clothes briefly. “I guess I wanted to come say goodbye. I’m quitting.”

He didn’t say anything for a while. His arms relaxed at his sides. “You’ve been here for over a month just to tell me you’re quitting?”

Your jaw dropped. “How did you know? I tried my best to hide my tracks!”

Hunter nodded down to the street where you heard a familiar voice. You saw Omega was perched on the shoulder of a larger man dressed in similar armor as Hunter. Wait, is Omega–

“I could smell you all over her. Plus, I have someone at the spaceports keeping an eye out for ships like yours.” Hunter’s hand started hovering over his blaster. “So, are you going to take this as another lesson and move on?”

Looking back at Hunter, you removed your helmet. Your helmet never covered much of your face to begin with, but you figured it would be a good gesture to show your face. You held out your hand, wordlessly asking for a handshake. “I’m done hunting. This is me letting you know that I’m retiring.”

Hunter looked at you, surprised. He wasn’t sure if this was a trick or what. Assessing your body language and expression, he felt that you were genuine. You couldn’t reach for a blaster if your helmet was tucked under the arm that wasn’t offering a handshake. He would be able to react quicker than you could, and you knew that, too.

Hesitantly, he took your hand and you both shook once. He didn’t let go, though. His eyes were stuck on the hands clasped together. 

“What did Omega say to you?” he asked.

You pulled your hand away before your cheeks could show a blush. “I knew bounty hunting was shitty to begin with. I had no idea how fucked up it was. Bounties on you? Understandable. But… on children? I’d rather protect someone like Omega before the thought of even glancing at a job like that.” You set your helmet on the ground next to your rifle. You ejected the magazine and double checked that the chamber was empty. 

Hunter watched carefully, each movement you made. He could definitely hear your heart speed up. He also sensed a tint of sadness in your words. Well, anyone would be sad about the thought of bounty hunting children. 

“She’s a good kid,” you said to Hunter. You slung your rifle onto your shoulder. “I’m gonna miss you,” you added.

Hunter sensed that sped up heart rate again. Was it yours? Or his? This cat and mouse game was a highlight in his life, he thought. It was a constant he could count on. There weren't many of those anymore. 

“Wait.”

“Hm?” You turned to lock eyes with Hunter at his little command. “Something on your mind?”

Hunter paused, not realizing he let that word slip out. “You uh… You should say goodbye to Omega.” 

You stared at him for a while. “That would be hard on her.”

“It would be even harder for her to realize you just left without a goodbye.”

You pursed your lips while trying to get a read on him. You really didn’t know what he was going for. Why couldn’t he just say he would miss this too? It’s easier than telling lies. Wait… “This isn’t about Omega, is it?”

Hunter turned his face to the side to avoid eye contact. 

“Where did Hunter run off to?” 

You looked down at the street below to hear Omega’s voice. She looked up and down the street before the big guy she was with shrugged. She followed his example and they headed into the cantina.

Looking back to Hunter, you gasped to find him closer to you, a few inches away at that. What was he getting at? What was he about to do? Your rifle strap slid down your arm and the weapon clattered to the ground. Hunter looked like he was struggling for what words to say next.

“I have to confess,” he said in a hushed tone, his hands landing on your shoulders. “This game of ours?” Slowly, he was leaning toward your ear. His voice was becoming softer, almost a whisper. “It’s one of the few things that got me through the war. Kept me sharp.”

Being this close to him, honestly with him getting this close to you, made you think of all the times your paths had crossed. Never once had the two of you ever touched each other. His hands were moving down your shoulders, down your arms, squeezing gently.

Your hands started to touch his armor covering his chest in response. Not fair! He can feel the shapes and curves on your arms but you can’t reach him?

Your eyes met his and it was no surprise there was a romantic tension in both visions. “What are you going to do now?” you asked him.

The back of one of his fingers traced your cheek. The action caused your breath to hitch in your throat. You had moved to standing on your tiptoes, your lips getting dangerously close to his. 

A grin graced his lips before he finally answered you. “This.”

That grin then kissed you, taking your breath away as he pushed passion into the actions, wrapping arms around you, a hand tugging at your hair at the base of your neck. This was unfathomable. You’d been chasing this man for a couple years, chasing after some credit amount that couldn’t compare to this. You had been chasing down this very moment. 

Your arms wrapped around his neck and you finally got to touch that beautiful hair of his. Soft, curly, so easy to pull. He growled into the kiss, distracting his tongue long enough for you to press yours into his mouth and take your turn exploring. 

The man was phenomenal. He was a fantastic hunter. He was an exceptional soldier. He was absolutely hot as hell. 

The tangled kiss eventually cooled off and the two of you pulled away but remained in each other's arms. He looked over you with half-lidded eyes. He could comment that yours looked like the galaxy was staring back at him. The galaxy only had eyes for him.

After a few quiet moments, you giggled. “Is that supposed to trick me into remaining a bounty hunter? So I can keep chasing you down to the most secluded planets for the rest of our days?”

Hunter audibly smirked. “I wouldn’t mind keeping you around if you promised to… say, hunt me down every so often?”

You laughed whole-heartedly. It caused him to chuckle with you. “Okay,” you nod, “okay. Yeah, that can be arranged.” You laid a small slap against his chest armor. “That sounds like a fair trade. I can keep hunting, you can keep getting off to it, and I get to be friends with Omega?”

Hunter moved in to kiss you again but instead bit your bottom lip in a warning. “Don’t promise me something you don’t plan on following through with.”

“Oh, honey. I never break promises.” You broke away from him to grab your rifle off the ground and slide it back onto your shoulder. Your other hand grabbed your helmet. “Care to,” you nodded to the cantina with your head, “share a drink with me?”

Hunter took a step so that he was sideways and held his arm out in a “lead the way” motion. You smiled and walked by him, more than happy with the outcome of this retirement. 

You had some kind of pep in your step you hadn’t seen in yourself in ages. On the way down the side of the building, you did have to ask him a clarifying question:

“Hey what did you mean you could smell me all over Omega?”

Hunter laughed nervously. “Well… let me introduce you to my brothers...”

They didn't mean for it to turn out this way. But they tried it once and couldn't stop themselves from wanting more.

[electro-kins]

🩹 anon what if we kissed (enemies tolovers speedrun) -📼

omgomg... enemies to lovers speedrun 😳😳 u guys were in love all along 😽😽

[victorcrystalgem]

Where’s the lie

what type of villain would you be?

[realisticallycynical]

2, 3, 7, 14, kissu!!!

2. Is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to?

slams hands on the table repeatedly enemiestofriendstoloversenemies tofriends tolovers ENEMIES TO FRIENDS TO LOVERS i’ll do it at some point eventually

3. Is there a trope you wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole? 

not really a trope but dystopian aus. i love them but they’re so involved and need so much worldbuilding and imagery is my worst nightmare tbh so yeah. dystopia

7. Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it

Hmm.... okay, here’s one from my personal ao3 and my first yoi fanfic that i’m still in the process of writing: 

Nobody’s ever been embarrassed to misgender him before. Beyond that, he thinks that boys can actually be beautiful.

Yuri is not beautiful. Yulia is. When he’s skating, Yuri steals her body, steals her grace and makes this body that he was cursed with work for him. He forces it into submission and combines her beauty with his passion. He hates that he has to depend on her for this, hates that he has to acknowledge a part of him that never truly existed. Because figure skating mandates beauty, and Yuri cannot be beautiful.

And yet… he can’t bring himself to hate Victor. He may be an idiot, but he’s also a genius, the best skater in Russia. It’s impossible not to have some measure of respect for him.

14. What’s the worst writing advice you’ve ever come across?

“Write what you know.” the issue i have with this isn’t that people should somehow manage to write about stuff they know nothing about, but that if you only ever write what you know, you end up plateauing really quickly. if, on the other hand, you take an idea that you had once and run with it, research the hell out of it, and put your own unique spin on it, there’s a lot less of a chance to plateau. hell, before i wrote otayuri, i never would have known that there’s almost exactly 2245 miles between Almaty and St Petersburg. i would have never known about russian diminutives either. if i had never written for sterek, i would know a lot less about the animal kingdom and if i’d never written for ouat, i would never have gotten interested in psychology or learned the difference between a psychopath, a sociopath, and someone with an obsession. point is, don’t write what you know. write what you learn.

[ao3feed-jinkook]

tawny port

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3d78H5n

by glitteryksj

Seokjin sees the good in everyone.

  But for some reason, he can't see the good in Jeongguk.

Words: 3846, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Kim Seokjin | Jin, Jeon Jungkook, Kim Taehyung | V, Park Jimin (BTS), Minor Jihyo - Character, mentions of namjoon - Character, mentions of Yoongi - Character

Relationships: Jeon Jungkook/Kim Seokjin | Jin, Kim Seokjin | Jin/Kim Taehyung | V, Kim Seokjin | Jin/Park Jimin

Additional Tags: jinkook - Freeform, TaeJin - Freeform, jinmin - Freeform, Slow Burn, Angst, Fluff, enemies?tolovers, Seokjin is babie, jungkook is the devil, basically the devil wears Prada but make it gay, Seokjin want the whole crew, jungkook is soft for one man, taekook best friends, i promise it's worth it

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3d78H5n

[k-sanae]

Anison Squeeze

曲名/アーティスト名(CV)/BPM/詳細

1:リトルグッバイ/ROCKY CHACK/127/TVA ゼーガペイン ED

2:約束の場所へ/米倉千尋/127/TVA カレイドスター OP2

3:初恋 limited/marble/130/TVA 初恋限定。 ED1

4:きみにとどけ/タニザワトモフミ/126/TVA 君に届け OP

5:おしえてブルースカイ/大橋彩香/128/TVA コメット・ルシファー ED1

6:ロイヤルストレートフラッシュ/水瀬伊織 (釘宮理恵)/130/TVA ぷちます!−プチ・アイドルマスター− IM

7:木枯らしセンティメント/戦場ヶ原ひたぎ (斎藤千和) & 貝木泥舟 (三木眞一郎)/130/TVA〈物語〉シリーズ セカンドシーズン 恋物語 OP

8:nexus/ClariS/131/CO 俺の妹がこんなに可愛いわけがない TM

9(リクエスト):青空のラプソディ/fhana/134/TVA 小林さん家のメイドラゴン OP

10:YAYAKOSHI GIRL/petit milady/134/一般曲

11:fruity love/野々原茜(小笠原早紀) × ロコ(中村温姫)/134/GM アイドルマスターミリオンライブ CS

12(リクエスト):ふたりの世界を探しにいこう/各務原あづみ(小倉唯),リゲル(内田彩)/135/TVA Z/X - Zillions of enemy X CS

13:僕らのフロンティア/Wake Up, Girls!/138/TVA 灼熱の卓球娘 ED

14:secret arms/Ray/137/TVA ToLOVEる-とらぶる-ダークネス 2nd OP

15:YOUTHFUL/99RadioServive/141/TVA ちはやふる OP

16:瞳ノ翼/acress/144/TVA コードギアス ep24&25 OP

17:Silent Sword/雨宮天/145/一般曲

18:光と幻影 (Xceon album ver.)/Xceon feat. Mayumi Morinaga/145/一般曲

19:ハートが飛んじゃう空だから/愛野美奈子(伊藤静)/150/TVA 美少女戦士セーラームーンCrystal CS

20:Believe/senya/155/TVA 機動戦士ガンダムSEED OP3 cover

21:最速最高シャッターガール/ビートまりお/160/東方 原曲:風神少女

22:激情論/ZAQ/166/TVA ハイスクールDxD NEW OP2

23:アンソリティア/田所あずさ/168/TVA ルガーコード1951 IM

24:ドラマチック/YUKI/164/TVA ハチミツとクローバー OP

25:キミノウタ/abingdon boys school/171/TVA 東京マグニチュード8.0 OP

26:ワガママMIRROR HEART/大橋彩香/181/TVA 政宗くんのリベンジ OP

[chelseeebe]

hate to love me. | part 2

summary: the growing feelings towards steve were becoming all the more confusing. but when he shows up at your doorstep, do you have the heart to turn him away?

read part one here.

a/n: omg this took so long i’m so sorry <\3 retail is kicking my arse and i’m working every day until christmas :,( but i think i will most definitely do a part 3 with s3 i’ve got some lovely ideas

fembyers!reader x steve harrington, enemies!tolovers (ish)

taglist: @lokiofasgard616 @ihatepeanutss @bytchis-world @reasontobebeautiful @freezaz123 @ladybug0095 @thrown-off-her-rhythm @chaerfull @eris-rose-86 @manyfandomsfanvergent @nyenye @sagelittleplace @mrskeery-mclaughlin @quixscentsposts

steve’s car crunches up your gravel driveway, slightly earlier than usual, on monday morning.

he sounds the horn, as he usually does, and sits and waits for you to stumble out of the front door, like you usually do.

but you don’t.

jonathan peers out of the door before sighing and walking over to steve’s car.

‘she got the bus this morning,’ he notes, ignoring the awkwardness of the entire situation.

‘oh.. i’ve been calling all weekend, but she didn’t.. uh, thanks man,’ steve nods, looking down at his steering wheel.

‘i don’t know what happened.. or what you did, but she’s been holed up in her room all weekend.. you need to fix this,’ jonathan spits, hand leaning on the roof of steve’s car.

he nods, running his tongue along the inside of his cheek, understanding jonathan perfectly.

‘i swear to god, if this is some elaborate prank or revenge for what happened between us.. i’ll fucking kill you,’ jonathan threatens, standing up straight and walking back into the house.

steve exhales, running his hand along his face and through his hair before pulling off, hoping to at least catch you before school.

the bus is already empty when he shows up, a shower of school kids making it impossible to find you.

you shared one class with steve and even then you sat on opposite sides of the classroom, there was no way he would be able to talk to you there.

he scans the parking lot, recognising a girl he’d sometimes spot you walking in the halls with and jumps out of his car, bounding up to her.

‘have you seen y/n?’ he startles the poor girl, who in turn furrows her brows back at him.

‘jesus.. no, not yet, why do you care?’ she looks him up and down, judging his entire being. you had definitely told her about his antics at the party, causing the foul look on her face.

‘i need to speak to her,’ he declares, now searching the moving crowd.

‘well i don’t think she wants to speak to you,’ she hisses, walking away from him and into the building.

steve bites the inside of his cheek before walking into the school, still in search of you.

it’s impossible. you’re not anywhere.

the bell rings and steve begrudgingly heads to his first class, annoyed that he now won’t see you until last period.

he sits in class with his chin resting in his hand, unsure of what he would even say to you.

his mind is somewhere else for the entire day. at lunch, stacy attempts to speak to him.

‘where’d you get to on friday? no one could find you,’ she nudges him with her elbow.

‘hmm? i went home, wasn’t feeling it,’ he mumbles, eyes scanning the crowd for your familiar grey sweatshirt.

the thing is, partly due to his inescapable gang of bully’s, you’d learnt how to blend into the crowd, how to go completely unnoticed at school so people would leave you alone.

‘harrington not feeling a party? what the hell’s wrong with you?’ she jokes, only to be met with a small exhale from steve.

she snaps her fingers in front of his face, ‘hellooo, earth to steve.’

he turns to look at her, frowning.

‘are you okay?’

‘yeah i’m fine.. i’m gonna go get some homework done, i’ll see you later,’ he announces before standing from the table and swiftly walking out of the bustling cafeteria.

the group turn to watch him leave, puzzled as to what was going on with their friend.

one of the other girls leans across the table to stacy, ‘y’know i saw him going into the bathroom with that byers girl at the party.. maybe something’s going on between them,’ she shrugs.

stacy just shakes her head, furrowing her brow.

steve heads straight to the library, looking at each and every table for you, to no avail.

he was getting frustrated now, hawkins high was not that big, how could you possibly be evading him so well?

the bell eventually dings and he trundles along to his next class, now only one period away from you.

it goes painstakingly slow, mr browns sentences coming out even slower than usual.

finally.

last period.

steve absolutely barrels through the hallway, wanting to grab the desk next to yours before anyone else could.

his eyes immediately clocks your infamous sweatshirt and collapses into the empty desk next to you, apologising to the unsuspecting kid who had slid his bag onto the wood.

you don’t even look up, carrying on- pretending to read the book in front of you, jaw tense as you feel his eyes boring into you.

he leans over and whispers, ‘please talk to me.’

nothing. not even a twitch.

mrs cooper walks into the classroom, loudly clearing her throat before beginning her boring spiel about finals and how close they were.

you sigh, unsure if you could go the whole class with steve’s big brown eyes staring into you.

out of the corner of your eye you can see him scribble something down and then tearing the scrap of paper out of his book before sliding it onto your desk.

you glance down at the paper:

please just speak to me was messily scrawled in big letters.

you look back up to the board, disregarding his message, earning a large sigh from the boy next to you.

-

the bell rings to signal the end of the day and you attempt to pack your things up quicker than steve can but you’re beaten, he’s already stood at your desk before you can finish.

sighing again, his blue jeans in your peripheral as you shove your book into your bag and placing it onto the desk before standing, still avoiding any and all eye contact.

‘all i’m asking for is five minutes,’ he grabs your backpack, swinging it over his shoulder.

for the first time today you look up at him, stern faced at his antics, ‘can i have my bag back?’

‘if you promise to talk to me.. just let me explain myself,’ he wants to smile at finally getting you to actually respond, but decides against it, afraid that you’d actually punch him.

‘okay, go ahead,’ you cross your arms over your chest.

‘not here,’ he turns to leave, ‘c’mon.’

you’re reluctant to follow him but do anyway, still frowning at the stupidity of this entire situation.

what did he even have to say to you?

you picture him screaming, ‘you’ve just been pranked!’ with his friends all laughing in the background, an over the top film crew all gathered round to watch.

he walks out of the school and to his car, still holding your bag hostage and opening the passenger door for you, ‘get in.’

‘steve, i’m gonna miss the bus,’ you huff, turning to watch the students pile onto the bus.

‘i’ll give you a ride,’ he utters, motioning for you to get in.

‘i don’t want a ride, thanks,’ you attain, becoming more and more irritated with him.

he looks up, watching the bus pull off out of the parking lot, ‘too late, guess you’ll have to get in.’

‘you’re despicable,’ you exclaim, garnering the attention of nearby students.

‘just get in,’ he opens the passenger door, slinging your bag onto the back seat.

you oblige, huffing as you sit down in the seat.

he gets in the drivers side, gripping onto the steering wheel before starting the car and pulling off.

it’s silent at first, despite having all day to think of what he was going to say to you, he was still speechless.

‘why’d you run off?’ he breaks the silence, staring at the road ahead.

‘i wanted to go home,’ it’s not exactly a lie, but most definitely isn’t the whole truth.

‘i’m sorry.. for freaking you out.. i shouldn’t have..’ he trails off.

you turn your head to look out of the window, not wanting this conversation to progress any further.

he sighs, ‘can you just speak to me?’

‘i don’t know what you want me to say,’ and suddenly everything jonathan had said echoes in your ears and you can feel the anger rising in your throat, ‘i don’t want to be a part of your fucking prank.. or.. or whatever elaborate revenge plan you have for nancy, count me out.’

‘what? what are you talking about?’ he looks between you and the road, puzzled.

‘oh come on, why else are you suddenly interested in being my friend? you think i’m stupid?’ you spit.

‘because.. because i like you! i’m sorry- what the fuck does this have to do with nancy?’ he questions, knuckles turning white with pressure.

‘your girlfriend dumps you for my brother and i don’t know how your small brain works, but you thought you could get your revenge on him with his sister but i’m not letting you,’ your hands fly up in rage.

‘w-what?!’ he exclaims, hitting his hand on the leather wheel, ‘i don’t care about your brother or nancy, who do you think i am?’

‘i think you’re the same asshole that bullied me for years!’ you shake your head, ‘i haven’t forgotten, i know just how cruel you are, steve.’

the words are sharp, his mouth falls open in shock that the last few months of your friendship meant so little to you.

‘that’s not.. me,’ he mumbles, ‘not anymore.’

‘yes it is,’ you quickly wipe the warm tears from your eyes, not wanting to let him see how he was affecting you.

his mouth opens and closes, unable to find the correct string of words.

you turn back to the window, pressing your forehead against the glass and sighing.

he pulls onto the familiar drive, blinking as your house grows closer.

you reach into the back, grabbing your bag and placing it onto your lap, ‘i don’t want to be your friend, steve, just leave me alone.’

he stops the car, jaw tense as you leave the car, slamming the door shut and storming into your house.

you hadn’t meant a word you said. you wanted nothing more than to be friends with steve, for him to kiss you so tenderly again.

but god forbid letting him hurt you before you could hurt him.

-

the week is excruciatingly long, you can just feel steve’s eyes boring holes into the back of your head.

jonathan tries his hardest to try and support you but he can’t help but feel almost smug, as if he didn’t warn you steve was a dickhead.

your mom knows the exact remedy to asshole boys, but she’s still ultimately clueless on how to deal with her children facing boy troubles. she’s grateful that she’s not had to deal with it until now but she’s at a loss of what to say. how often does your sons-girlfriends-ex-boyfriend upset your daughter? not very, she’ll tell you that.

though, she does her best as you trundle through the week. purposely evading all eye contact with steve, sitting outside to eat lunch and getting to your one shared class late enough that your seat options were far, far away from him.

you miss his voice, his stupid little jokes that you would hate yourself for laughing at. but you refuse to admit that to yourself, or your friends for that matter. assuring them that the reason you were avoiding the cafeteria was that the weather was so lovely, it’d be a shame to sit inside.

not one of them believed you, christ, you didn’t even believe yourself.

the days are so long, boring without your twice-a-day rendezvous with steve.

but at some point it reaches friday and you’re sat at home, awaiting jonathan’s return so you could go to bed without worry.

there’s a short knock at the door and you rush to answer, assuming jonathan had once again forgotten his key.

you’d expected him home much later but you just assume he’d got off work early so you weren’t home alone.

swinging open the door and starting on your lecture, ‘jon, you need t-,’

you’re met with a pair of soft brown eyes that you hadn’t seen in weeks, adorning a large blue bruise that most certainly wasn’t there at school.

‘w-what’re you doing here?’ you mumble, clutching onto the wooden door.

‘i don’t know.. i didn’t know where else to go,’ steve coughs, holding onto his rib cage.

‘fuck.. what happened?’ you grab onto his arm, guiding him into your living room and placing him onto the sofa, standing in front of him with your arms across your chest.

you’re unsure if the feeling in your chest is hurt from seeing him in such a state or residual pain from your conversation mere weeks ago.

‘my dad..’ he mutters, leaning back into the cushion.

your heart stops.

all too familiar with the situation, having seen your brother in similar states after fights with your dad. only much younger and more brutal.

‘he.. hit you?’ you carefully sit on the edge of the couch next to him, not wanting to hurt him further.

‘he wanted to.. teach me a lesson,’ he mimics his fathers words, ‘said if i wanted to keep acting like an adult, he’d treat me like one.. all because i was late home last night,’ he leans his head back, still pressing a hand to his side.

you jump up from the sofa, walking into the kitchen and grabbing whatever bag of frozen vegetables from the freezer, offering it out to him.

‘and then he hit you..?’ you frown slightly, watching as he presses the peas to his eye.

‘he shoved me, so i shoved him back and then he swung for me,’ he winces at the cold on his skin.

‘oh, steve..’ you sigh, the guilt from your harsh words weighing on your heart. you hadn’t seen him look so defeated, not even after billy had done worse to his face in this very room not too long ago.

‘you should see him though.. much worse,’ he looks up at you, the corner of his mouth twitching ever so slightly.

you can’t smile, memories of cleaning up jonathan’s bloodied face flood back and for a split second you feel transported back to that dreadful time.

‘c’mon, let’s get you cleaned up,’ you offer out a hand which he graciously accepts, following you slowly into the bathroom.

you grab the first aid kit from the cabinet and gesture for him to come closer. he leans back against the counter, supported by his bloodied hands either side of his body.

very cautiously you begin to dab at his wounds with the wash cloth, trying to remove the dried blood.

you step one leg in between his, moving closer, ‘this is gonna sting..’ you warn, blotting at the cuts with the peroxide soaked cotton pad.

he winces, knee jerking up and brushing against the inside of your thigh. if you weren’t in such a vulnerable position, it probably would’ve made you blush.

‘sorry..’ he whispers, eyes squeezed shut.

‘almost done,’ your face only inches from his, observing all of his features in a way that hadn’t been possible before.

you throw the waste into the trash and placing a hand on his sweater, ‘can i?’ you look to him, eyes now open and already staring at you.

he nods and you slowly pull the fabric up, letting your eyes wander away from his rib cage before pulling your attention back to the affected area.

‘okay.. just a bruise,’ you reassure, dropping his sweater and meeting his gaze once again.

‘thanks.. for helping me.. and for not slamming the door in my face,’ the eye contact heavy, neither of you wanting to break it.

you smile slightly, ‘that’s okay,’ finally stepping out of his legs and clearing your throat.

he stands up straight, looking into the small mirror hanging on the wall and sighing.

‘my mom’s out of town.. you can stay here if you want,’ the words spill out before you can even think of the consequences of your proposition.

he turns to look at you, ‘thanks.. are your brother’s here?’ he asks cautiously, not wanting a further fight with jonathan tonight.

you shake your head, clearing up the supplies, ‘jon’s at work and will’s at the wheelers all weekend.’

‘oh.. okay,’ he nods, looking down at his scarred hands.

you pull your eyes from him and shuffle in your spot, ‘you can have my bed, i’ll be fine on the couch.’

‘thank you.. for this,’ he smiles weakly and you nod, refusing to meet his eyes, before turning to leave the bathroom.

you dreaded sleeping on the couch, you dreaded sleeping at all. since that horrific experience in the tunnel, sleep had become a haunted place, images of your brother, of that creature coming at you now running through your mind in replacement of dreams.

choosing to instead stay awake where you could at least control the thoughts. they couldn’t consume you when you were awake.

-

‘steve?’ you whisper, his back to the door so you’re unable to tell if he was awake.

‘mmm?’ he groans, turning to you.

‘can i.. can i sleep in here?’

‘it’s your bed, silly,’ he gives you a small smile.

‘no, i mean.. with you?’ you swallow, unsure why this was making you so anxious.

‘of course,’ he shuffles over, giving you more room.

you close the door and slink over to the bed, delicately climbing under the covers.

‘it’s scary out there,’ you mumble.

knowing that steve was only in the other room, making the already horrid experience much worse.

he smiles slightly, putting an arm behind his head as he looks up to the ceiling.

you turn over, turning off the lamp on your bedside table and sighing.

not wanting to get too close to steve, making it awkward, you lay facing the door, curled up into yourself.

eventually, you fall asleep, snoring softly as steve struggles to drift off, sneaking occasional glances at you.

at some point in the night you stir, mumbling incoherently about something, tossing and turning.

you wake to steve’s arm pulling you closer, his soft voice cooing you back to sleep.

you sniff, looking up at him, ‘i think i was having a nightmare..’ you don’t move away, instead embracing the contact and shuffling closer, ‘i’ve been having them since that night.. about everything we saw..’

he inhales deeply, ‘me too.. i haven’t been sleeping,’ he admits, his hand beginning to rub your arm.

you lay there in silence for a short while, still stilted from the nightmare.

‘i’m sorry.. for what i said..’ you sigh, hesitantly putting your head on his chest.

these repeated intimate moments with steve were doing nothing for the way you were now feeling about him. you weren’t angry at him really, you were angry at yourself for letting him crawl his way into your heart. after everything he had done to you, everything he had said about your family, you were still unequivocally falling for him.

‘it’s okay.. i was cruel and i’m sorry for that,’ he rests his chin on the top of your head.

‘why did you kiss me?’ you ask pointedly, desperate to understand his intentions.

‘because i wanted to.. you looked beautiful,’ he answers.

you can feel his heart pounding against your cheek, the same feeling from that night in the tunnel when he clutched onto you for dear life.

you move slightly off his chest to look up at him, his features bathing in the moonlight creeping in your window.

he stares back, unsure of what to do next.

‘i liked it..’ you murmur, barely audible.

he moves his arm, placing his thumb and forefinger on your chin, titling it further towards him. you can just about make out his eyes moving to your lips, before he leans down, kissing your lips softly.

your eyes flutter shut before you shift more onto your stomach, moving your leg up over his, wanting to get closer, to experience every part of him.

his thumb stroking your skin softly, other hand moving to the small of your back.

you pull away, studying his face, ‘i liked that more,’ you don’t try to hide the smile on your face.

‘me too,’ he breathes, grin creeping onto his face.

the night is full of kisses. kissing him just because you can, because it feels good. like his lips were the safest place in the world.

-

it’s not early when you finally awake, the bright sun indicated that it was at least afternoon.

truthfully, you had both needed the sleep, finally able to sleep through without the darkness of that night creeping in.

your head still in the same position on his chest, hoping to god that you didn’t drool.

you sit up, breaking away from his grasp and just watching him sleep. tracing over the cuts on his hand that was now holding onto your arm.

he stirs, slowly opening his eyes to look up at you, squinting from the bright daylight cascading in.

‘hi,’ you whisper, blinking down at him.

‘morning,’ he says, voice gruff with sleep.

‘not quite,’ you look over to the alarm clock on your bedside table quite clearly displaying that morning had passed.

‘jeez.. i haven’t slept that good in.. months,’ he stretches, placing his head back on the pillow, never breaking eye contact.

‘me too,’ you smile, ‘you hungry?’

‘mm, very,’ he sits up as you get out of the bed, one of jonathan’s hoodies hanging off of you.

‘c’mon, i’m starving,’ you motion, roughly combing through your hair with your fingers.

steve joins you standing and your eyes quickly fall to his black boxer shorts before averting your eyes and spinning on your heel to the door.

you’re mumbling about something when you reach the kitchen, two sets of eyes now staring at you.

you stop abruptly, eyes widened at the sight of nancy and jonathan sat at your kitchen table.

steve is either still half asleep or simply not paying attention as he bumps into the back of you, nearly knocking you over.

there’s a small silence, jonathan’s eyes flicking from you to steve to steve’s lack of clothing and then back to you.

‘i.. uh, thought you had work this morning?’ you stutter, tripping over your words.

‘i did. it’s one in the afternoon,’ your brother says, pushing the plate back from in front of him.

‘right..’ you nod, biting your bottom lip.

nancy just stares down at the table, finding it increasingly awkward that her ex boyfriend was stood in her current boyfriends kitchen.

‘i’m just gonna..’ steve points to your room before speeding off.

you can’t decipher the look on jonathan’s face, part disappointment and part confusion. after the last few days of your moping and inadvertent comments about steve, he had hoped you weren’t going to go back.

‘he had nowhere to go, jon.. i couldn’t just leave him,’ you’re almost pleading with him.

he sighs, ‘i don’t care.. you can do whatever you want,’ he scowls.

you look down at the floor, playing with the hem on his hoodie.

‘i’m staying at nance’s tonight.. i was gonna ask but.. i guess you’ll be alright here,’ he raises his eyebrows, now looking at his girlfriend.

‘yeah.. i’ll be okay,’ you mutter.

jonathan stands from the table, the empty plates clattering into the sink before grabbing his bag from the floor.

nancy flashes you a small, but sincere smile as she walks out of the room.

you grab jonathan’s arm before he can push past you, causing him to glare down at you.

‘it’s his dad jon..’ you whisper, catching his gaze. it was unnecessary to finish the sentence, he knew perfectly well what you were going to say.

jonathan sighs, tensing his jaw before giving you a small nod. a small, unspoken, understanding between the two of them.

he gives your arm a gentle squeeze before walking out of the door, following nancy to his car.

you exhale before walking back to your room, nudging the door open to see steve stood by your bed in his jeans.

‘it’s safe to come out now,’ you chuckle, watching as he fumbles around with his shirt.

‘i can go.. if you want? my dad’s probably cooled off by now..’ he looks at you.

you shake your head, ‘no.. stay, jon’s spending the night at nancy’s and i really don’t want to be all alone,’ you reassure him.

steve doesn’t need to be asked twice, another night away from his dad with the added bonus of being with you was enough for him.

the rest of the day is spent lazing around on your couch, watching the stack of pretentious movies jonathan had rented from the video store and eating your mom’s cupboards bare.

conversation about everything and nothing fills the room, exactly how it was with him before that party. except now, it felt lighter. like you weren’t both hiding something.

eventually, talking turns to kissing and then suddenly it’s a hazy make out session with your legs straddling steve’s, his large hands running up and down the skin of your back.

you shift on his lap and he groans into your mouth as you thigh brushes against his semi-erect cock.

continuing the action, repeatedly shifting your hips back and forth, adoring the way steve was becoming undone.

the kiss becomes sloppy, lazily connecting your mouths as his groans become moans, strong fingers digging into your back.

you were a novice at this, responding to his sounds with a quickening of your hips.

his hands slide down to the fat of your hips, stopping your movements before he actually came in his pants.

‘mm.. do you want to?’ he asks, thumbs rubbing circles into your hips.

you nod slowly, hesitant to already be letting steve fuck you, but too turned on to say no.

‘i’ve only.. done it once..’ you mumble, simply embarrassed that you were not nearly as experienced as him.

to be quite frank, it had been dreadful. in the 10th grade, you and one of your friends, dylan, had made a pact that if you were both still virgins at the end of summer then you would have sex with each other.

summer ends and of course you’re still a virgin, so you go over to his house and have the most awkward, awful, five minutes of sex before leaving and never speaking of it again. you wondered why everyone was in such a rush, if it was godawful like that, what’s the need?

‘we don’t have to,’ he places his forehead on yours.

‘i want to,’ sliding your hands to his shoulders, ‘but not here.’

he nods, moving you off of him and onto the couch before standing and readjusting himself, before looping his arms underneath your arms, hoisting your body up.

your legs wrap around his waist, arms hanging off of his neck as you kiss him again. a giggle escapes into the kiss has he backs you into a wall, returning the kiss.

he relents, moving towards your bedroom and laying your body back onto the bed, falling on top of you, his lips finding your neck, leaving soft kisses all the way down to your collarbones.

your hands slide into his long, tousled hair as his hips rut against yours, lips leaving a trail of violet marks as he begins to remove your hoodie, as his huge hands glide against your exposed skin.

you lift your arms up to allow him to pull the hoodie off, breathing out shakily as you’re left exposed beneath him.

his eyes glance down between your bodies before quickly meeting yours again, lips smashing against yours. you can feel him smirk against your lips.

you’re giving him complete control, having no idea what to do next in this situation, unsure of where your hands should go or do, what noises you should be making. it was miles apart from your experience with dylan.

he takes his own shirt off before continuing the kiss, grinding his now very erect cock against you. the unfamiliar sensation between your legs becoming entirely too much, needing him to hurry up with this routine.

steve picks up on your needy groans, fumbling around with his jeans before shimmying them down and off of his legs.

you can immediately feel the sheer length of him pressed against your core, only a thin layer of fabric between you.

he can feel your body brace slightly, ‘are you sure you want to do this?’ he asks against your skin, face still buried in your neck.

‘yes.. i want to,’ you assure, running your fingertips through his hair.

he moves back up to your eye level, moving a hand to cradle your cheek, propping his body up on his elbow as his other hand tugs his boxers down around his thighs, before doing similar to your pajama shorts.

‘sure?’ he double checks, staring down into your eyes through thick eyelashes.

you nod, ‘yes, steve,’ you whisper, blinking up at him.

he lines himself up with your entrance, his eyes not breaking contact with yours at all as he very slowly slides into you, your nails digging into his shoulders at the feeling of fullness.

it was no secret that steve’s cock was huge. you’d heard girls at school giggling about it after they’d watched his basketball practice, the outline of it was incredibly prominent on those school issued shorts.

but now it was inside of you and potentially it could be too big as you brace, ‘w-wait,’ your hand stopping him from moving, eyes squeezed shut.

‘too much?’ he asks nervously, staying as still as possible.

you nod slightly, looking back at him before quickly looking away. his gaze was all the more intimidating with his dick inside of you.

you exhale and release your grip from his shoulder, ‘o-okay,’ you whisper.

‘okay..’ he nods, slowly moving his hips as you stretch around him, becoming accustomed to the feeling of his cock.

he keeps a slow pace, soft groans tumbling out of his mouth.

eventually the uncomfortable feeling becomes pleasurable and your mouth falls open, watching as his hair flops down to his forehead and his sweet eyes take in every inch of your face.

‘yeah?’ he mumbles as he cautiously quickens his rhythm.

you can only nod in response, words failing you as he hits your sweet spot. encouraging him to continue with lowly moans and gasps, slightly tugging on his hair.

his hand moving down to find your clit, thumb rubbing small circles around the fleshy area. the feeling is foreign and you don’t know how to respond to the building pressure in your stomach, worlds apart from your past experience.

‘s-steve..’ you gasp, closing your eyes as he grunts into your ear.

‘mmm.. yeah?’

you can hear the smirk in his voice as he begins to falter, nearing his own orgasm.

‘shit..’ you breathe as the pressure reaches it’s hilt and your walls clench around him, legs trembling and a variety of curse words fall out of your lips.

the sight of you coming undone beneath him is enough to send steve to his orgasm, a final few thrusts as he empties himself into you.

he rolls over to the empty bed next to you, a deep exhale as his chest rises and falls.

you pull the blanket up to your chin, suddenly incredibly insecure about your performance.

steve turns on his side to face you, gentle hand reaching up to cup your face, forcing you to look at him.

you cheeks burn red, but you maintain the eye contact, returning his smile.

‘you’re good, yeah?’ he asks, running his thumb over your cheek.

‘yeah,’ moving in closer to his chest as his arms wrap around your shoulders, holding you to him.

the pair of you lay in silence in that position for a short while, his chin resting against the top of your head.

‘i.. uh-,’ he swallows, ‘i really like you.. if that wasn’t already obvious..’ he breaks the silence.

you grin against his chest, heart skipping a beat, ‘it wasn’t,’ you jest, ‘..i like you too,’ you add quietly.

his fingers begin tracing through your hair, perfectly locked together in your bed, spending the rest of the night babbling about irreverent topics, seeing the real steve harrington. not ‘king steve’ or the version of steve girls in school had made up about him, but the true him.

before eventually falling asleep cradled in his arms, a place you found yourself the most secure.