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We have reached the "over-analyzing innocuous interactions" part of the crush, everybody cheer!
A few weeks ago, they told me what they do for work, and I called it sexy in a way that could be interpreted as either flirting or friendly ribbing. (It was both, really.) Any time they've mentioned their job since, they've called it their sexy job, and we arrive at the bit that I'm over-analyzing: Are they flirting back or are they engaging with the friendly ribbing part????? Damn my compulsive plausible deniability! Damn it to hell!
#pedanticblah#dylan's stupid crush#this is the stage that always burns me of course#because i latch onto any little thing to be flirting#and convince myself the affection is mutual#and then it turns out i'm completely wrong#if it helps we were not talking one on one for either interaction#pro tip for anyone who wants to flirt with me: BE OBVIOUS#spell out your intentions clearly from the outset#i am how you say An Idiot about flirting#and will over analyze myself off a cliff#also i've become mildly paranoid that they actually ARE on tumblr#and are reading all of my embarrassing posts#and know i'm talking about them#but also i expect that they respect me enough to tell me if that's the case#so like. if it IS the case#please put me out of my misery#i promise i won't be weird if you don't feel the same way
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Hi!! could I request Argenti, Boothill and Jing Yuan when someone tries to flirt with their s/o? I absolutely adore your writing btw!! Hope you're doing good!!
Boothill
Has a bullet with their name written on it and it was in times like theses where he wishes his shit hadnât been tampered with, just so he could curse the bastard out for merely brushing shoulders either you.
Words such as:
Mother fudger
Heck
And Gosh darn it
Werenât exactly going to scare the person flirting with you off with their tail between their legs but threatening to shot them would. However after the person had scampered off, Boothill would be subjected to you scolding him about threatening people for simply flirting with you, when there were other ways to do so without the inclusion of unnecessary violence.
Boothill canât help it! He hates it when people flirt with his darling and he isnât one for sharing you either, heâd much rather hog all of your time and attention for himself! You were his partner! Not everyone elseâs!
âBoothill.â You said warningly.
âWhat?â He said as he tugged you into his side, keeping his arm at your waist possessively. âHe was getting a little too cosy and I had to remind that fudging idiot to keep his hands to himself.â He adds with a smirk, stealing a kiss from your lips.
His jealously stems from his own hatred towards his metal body, you could find someone else who could feel you in your entirety beyond from their face and head, unlike him.
âI get that and I thank you for running them off, but you know you donât have to worry about me looking at anyone else.â You reassured him as you held his face in your hands and watched as his smile falters and his featured relaxed into your touch. âYouâre all I want, youâre all iâll ever need regardless of your inability to physically feel.â You then pressed your forehead against his, feeling him push himself further against you in a selfish need to feel you. âYouâre my handsome, handsome cowboy.â You whispered.
âI am your handsome, handsome cowboy.â He muttered under his breath.
Argenti
Heâs not jealous in the slightest.
Heâs the most trusting in the strength of your relationship and you to even allow for an ounce of doubt to permeate his thoughts.
If anything heâd agree with everything the person was saying about you while adding onto it, making the person feel as though their attempts at flirting with you were useless, especially when the cherry haired knight beside you was casually waxing poetry on your ethereal beauty.
âIndeed they are a beauty to behold indeed.â Heâd say as he knelt before you and held your hands in his all the while making sure his eyes remained glued on you as he spoke. âIâd kneel before their alter for the rest of eternity if it meant achieving the impossible and catching their gaze, they truly are my reason for breathing, the reason I see beauty whenever I travel, as they are the true beauty I have been seeking for my whole life.â He finishes by kissing the back of your hands softly, his thumbs caressing the skin there as though they were porcelain.
The person who was flirting with you left not long after because how could they compare with that?!
All they said was that you were cute and Argenti took that and made you come across as though you were a deity lost to time, finally having been found after so long.
They knew they couldnât win and left for easier people to pull their mediocre pick up lines on.
Argenti is your Gomez, you are his Morticia. There was no one getting between you two because the love you had was stronger than most.
Jealousy doesnât exist when you actually trust someone whom you claim is half of your own soul.
Jing yuan
He finds the face they make upon realising whoâs s/o theyâve been flirting with particularly funny to be even remotely jealous.
Not to say that he doesnât get jealous, he does but itâs not nearly as evident. Heâs self assured in his relationship with you that he didnât even think of the person flirting with you as a threat even in the slightest.
âIâm sorry to interrupt your riveting conversation but Iâd like my partner back now.â Heâd say as he stood behind the person flirting with you.
âLook buddy I found them,â the person looked behind them, and upon realising who was behind them, the words of annoyance were quickly discarded as they could only stare at a smiling Jing Yuan, âfirstâŠâ
Jing yuan raised his brows as the Cheshire smile on his lips only grew at the evident regret across their face. âHmmm? Cat got your tongue? You seem a bit pale, maybe you should go sit down and rest.â He suggested and watched in amusement as the person didnât fight back, but instead wordlessly followed his instruction and walked away for you both to go somewhere else.
âYouâre having too much fun with this.â Youâd tell Jing Yuan as he placed a hand on the small of your back and guided you out of the establishment.
âWhat can I say, their expressions may be the same every time but that doesnât stop them from being more humorous than the last.â He replies with a chuckle as he presses a tender kiss to your forehead. âHowever I cannot blame them for finding you as appealing as I do if theyâre so desperate as to flirt for your attention.â He adds and you huff and crossed your arms. âAs if you were any different.â
Jing yuan raised his brows, silently telling you to continue.
âWhen you wanted my attention, you would sit next to me and rest your head on my shoulder before falling asleep.â You added and Jing yuan chuckles. âI didnât-â
âAll. The. Time.â You cut him off, emphasising each word that left your mouth. âYangqing told me that you only did that to me, no one else got that special treatment from the all mighty general.â You smirked at Jing Yuan who muttered a soft âYangqing.â under his breath as you held onto his side. âIt doesnât matter now because I thought it was extremely cute.â You reassured him with a kiss to the cheek as you both walked home, tucked closely against one another, the events that happened prior having completely been forgotten as you reminisced the past.
#honkai star rail x reader#hsr imagines#hsr imagine#hsr x reader#honkai star rail#Honkai star rail imagine#Honkai star rail imagines#hsr boothill x reader#hsr jing yuan x reader#hsr argenti x reader#jing yuan x reader#jing yuan imagine#jjng yuan imagines#argenti x reader#Argenti imagine#Argenti imagines#boothill x reader#boothill imagine#boothill imagines
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Kinich Voicelines when asked about his s/o
After the traveler and paimon met his S/O
Paimon:"You have a S/O!?"
Kinich:" What? Oh..you mean {{name}}? Yes, they are my s/o. When did you guys meet?"
Ajaw:"Your also surprised huh? Even the almighty k'uhul Ajaw can't believe this loser got a girlfriend/boyfriend. Ridiculous I tell you..they must be blind!
How did you guys meet?
Kinich:"They saved my life after I got injured from a commission and was close to death. I will forever be thankful to them."
Ajaw:"They ruined my plans. I was so close to finally having a body and what happens? This idiot comes and practically revives him. It's not fair I tell you...Not fair!"
What kinich thinks about his S/O
Kinich:"They are a very nice and considerate person. I owe them my life from the time they saved me."
Ajaw:"Oh please, he practically acts like a lovesick fool anytime their near. You should see him giving them those sparkling eyes when their ne- HEY! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING!?" *gets put in time out.*
Kinich:"Ignore him, he always talks nonsense when given the time."
Getting told someone tried to flirt with you and wouldn't back off.
Kinich:"...I see..and what did this person look like?"
Ajaw:"Oh that idiot..he's probably gonna hunt the person down. I honestly kinda feel sorry for them."
What kinich says about his S/O part two
Kinich:"They can be quite hard on themselves at times. I don't get why they would even think they aren't good enough for me.. In my eyes they're the best thing that's ever happened to me over the years. I'm very grateful to have met them that fateful day..and one day I hope that they can see how much of a wonderful person they are to me."
Ajaw:"Oh you..are you done? What did I tell you? Completely lost and lovesick. It disgusts me.....ugh...I AM THE ALMIGHTY K'UHUL DRAGONLORD AJAW THAT DESERVES RESPECT AND POWER OVER ALL, I WILL NOT ACCEPT THI- *Gets put in time out.*
What Ajaw thinks about the two of them dating
Ajaw:"Those two make me sick, I tell you sick! They're always looking at each other with those lovesick eyes..it makes me wanna puke my guts out. Don't get me started on the time, I walked in on them making o-" *Gets put in time out again.*
Kinich:"Ignore Ajaw, he's probably jealous because no one would want to date him."
#genshin impact#genshin#kinich and ajaw#kinich imagines#kinich x reader#kinich#genshin impact imagines#genshin x reader#k'uhul ajaw#kinich x you#kinich x y/n#genshin ajaw#genshin x you
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Possessive!jason fucking you and just saying âmine. mine. mine.â
Like heâs biting you, but itâs a little harder than usual. His hands canât decide where to go, theyâre everywhere. Theyâre holding your hands, then theyâre pinning your hands above your head, and then theyâre pinning you to the mattress. When he starts fucking you, itâs fast and hard. Maybe heâs doing it because some rando flirted with you or maybe heâs doing it because you wore something he swears was just to tease him, either way the moment the door was shut, he was on you. The noises coming out of his mouth are downright filthy. âAh nn oh fuck. Fuck. Youâre mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. All mine. Am I the only person that can make you feel good? Yeah, thatâs right baby. Say it. Fuck.â He canât stop himself from babbling about how good you feel, how youâre the only person he could ever want, and youâre all his.
After you both finish, he kisses your hand in his and wonât stop smiling like an idiot. Itâs still endearing somehow. Heâs your idiot.
(This is for @fandxmslxt69âs birthday đ€)
#saphâs thots#jason todd#jason todd x reader#red hood#red hood x reader#jason todd imagine#jason todd x you#red hood imagine#red hood x you#jason todd smut#red hood smut#jason todd x reader smut#red hood x reader smut#smut
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Light The Flame
mbf! Joel Miller x F! Reader
Part 2
Synopsis: Your mom moves the two of you back to Texas and attempts to reignite an old flame. What will happen when she learns his candle now burns for you?
Genre: fluff, angst, and smut! the trifecta!
Warnings: divorced parents, mentions of cheating, no Sarah, no outbreak, drinking, age gap (reader is said to be in college but Joel's exact age isn't stated), Tommy is a bit of a sleaze, kissing, 18+ content, p in v sex, protected sex!, lots of different sexual acts, cursing
Gif credits to owners!
Inspired by this post from @deathsholywaterr ! I hope I did your idea justice!!
Also this shit is long so buckle up!
It had been about three months since your parents' divorce was officially finalized. Your dad had moved out long ago and with no other ties keeping her in California, she decided to move back to her hometown in Texas. And although you would miss your friends and the life you had in LA, you couldn't shake the feeling that you needed (and deserved) a change. Plus, you had just found out your boyfriend was sleeping with your so called best friend. So, yeah, you wanted to get out as soon as possible.
All of your stuff was packed into a moving van and moved across the United States. You knew Texas would be super different, but a welcome change. Not to mention a chance to reinvent yourself. Taking college classes and finding your path in life, that was the goal. But, of course, a girl still needs to have a bit of fun and you and you had heard Texas nightlife was very fun!
That's how you found yourself, perched on a barstool, at a downtown Austin bar, listening to drunk people sing karaoke only hours after unpacking your clothes. You giggled lightly to yourself as a very drunk man hit a way too high note. Rotating the barstool around to place your now empty glass on the counter and just as you were about to motion the bar tender over to order another a man settled in next to you. He leaned against the counter, a bit closer to you than you would've liked.
"Hello gorgeous, how 'bout you let me get you a drink?" His words slurred together as the smell of the beer on his breath wafted towards you. Your nose scrunched in disgust.
"How about no?" Your tone was sweet, but your words were not as you batted your eyelashes at the man. He was cute, but you weren't exactly in the mood for flirting especially with someone as intoxicated as him.
"Come on, one drink. We don't even gotta have a conversation, just wanna know your name. I'm Tommy by the way." He held out his hand, with how close he was it almost hit you in the face. You recoiled.
That's when a different man appeared next to the two of you, he grabbed Tommy by the bicep and yanked his hand back. Then pulled his body a few feet away from you, finally giving you the space you had been wanting the whole time.
"I'm sorry about him, sugar. My brother is an idiot and I'm an idiot for thinking he'd be okay alone for five minutes." He turns to Tommy. "Can't even let me pee, without causing me problems, can you?"
Trying to hold back your smile, you flattened out your skirt, getting rid of the imaginary wrinkles in it. The brother's eyes lock onto your hands, seemingly just now taking you in. He gulps as his eyes glaze over, then clears his throat.
"I really am sorry about him. Here, let me buy you a drink." He says and you almost giggle at how badly the two brothers want to buy you alcohol.
"Don't worry about it! Sadly, I am used to drunk men coming up to me. I appreciate it though, but honestly I should get home." He looks lost in thought, like he's debating offering to drive you home. But just as he opens his mouth Tommy slips and falls, almost taking his brother down with him. Then, who you're assuming is the older one tries to get him back to his feet.
He continues to struggle to get Tommy up, as you stand from your seat after placing a few dollars onto the bar for tip. Tommy drops to the floor again and he sighs. Ruffling through his pocket he pulls out his card and hands it to you.
With a quick, "If you ever want that drink." Before getting Tommy to his feet and pushing him back to where they must have been sitting. You glance at the card wanting to know his name.
Joel
A few days later, you found yourself at the grocery store. You wandered aimlessly through the aisles. Half in an attempt to orientate yourself with the new areas and half just looking for what sounded good. You wanted snacks, just weren't sure what exactly. As you pushed your now pretty full cart down the wine aisle, you saw a familiar face at the other end.
You tracked him with your eyes for a second before his met yours. A smile graced his lips, eyebrows raising in surprise. Honestly you were surprised yourself. Not only did he recognize you, but he was happy to see you.
Making his way towards you, he offered you a small wave, which you returned. Your cheeks heated up slightly, you remembered he was attractive, but now in the bright florescence it showed even more. Glancing down at your outfit, you cursed yourself for not putting in just a bit more effort this morning.
"Hello again." Joel said when he finally made it over to you.
"Hello again," You mirrored his words, "Wasn't sure you would recognize me just now." You cursed yourself at the words you let slip out. Insecurities on full display.
"Of course I would recognize that beautiful face again." He says nonchalantly, like he didn't just openly call you beautiful. Like he didn't just openly flirt with you!
Cheeks flushed, you cleared your throat, "Did...uh...did you and Tommy get home alright?" He smiles like you've said something funny.
"We did, you?" Awkwardly, you shift your weight.
"I did."
He looks at you with the same smile from before, something mischievous now playing in his eyes. Cocking his head at you, he looks like he is trying to get you to say more.
"You never called, don't want that drink, sugar?" Now you are adorning a playful look back. He was scared you weren't going to call him?
"I was getting to it." You say, simply. Not wanting to come off too desperate, but also not letting his hopes get dashed.
"I was really looking forward to seeing you again." Joel takes a step closer to you.
"I might be at the bar sometime this weekend, maybe you will." At your words his eyes darken slightly. He knows you are toying with him.
Taking one more step towards you he leans down, his lips ghosting the shell of your ear, "Maybe I will." And he's trying to play back. He smirks at you before offering you another wave and walking off into the depths of the store.
You are left there, blinking and blushing at his retreating figure.
That weekend, you were doing your makeup oh so precisely. The dress you had picked out hugged your figure perfectly. You wore your best heels. Your hair was meticulous. Now to just hope Joel showed.
It's not like the two of you picked a specific day or time so what if he wasn't there? You couldn't think like that, you could only hope for the best and look your best too.
As you pushed open the door of the same bar you had first met Joel at the cool air washed over you, causing you to shiver. That's when your eyes met with his. It was almost like he had his eyes trained onto the door, just waiting for you to arrive. It looked like he chuckled at your shiver as he stood and made his way over to you.
"Cold princess?" His head cocked at you in amusement.
You crossed your arms, "Actually I'm just fine." And with a nod you saunter past him and towards the bar to order a drink.
He follows closely behind him and you just know he's smirking at your response. Joel lets you attempt, and fail, to gain the bartenders attention. Before he places a hand lightly on your shoulder and nods as if to say "watch this".
Bringing his fingers to his lips he blows out a loud whistle, your eyes widen in shock. He smirks down at you before making eye contact with the bar tender who is now staring incredulously at Joel.
"Joe, think you can get my girl here a drink?" My girl? He didn't mean it like that, he couldn't have.
"Only since she's so pretty. But you? I've told you about doing that, Miller. So annoying." The bartender, Joe, mumbles the last part more to himself but both you and Joel hear it. Joel laughs behind you, you feel the rumble of his chest against your back. A shiver runs down your spine.
He leans down, talking into your ear, "Sure you aren't cold?"
You roll your eyes, he knows what he's doing. Actually, he's doing it on purpose. Letting out a scoff, you readjust your position on the stool allowing your body to graze against Joel's a bit more. His hand reaches out to grip the edge of the bar. You can feel his eyes boring into you, his knuckles are turning white. Yep, you know what you're doing as well.
And just as Joel was about to say something else to you, Joe comes back with two drinks in hand. He passes a smaller glass to Joel, with what you assume is scotch in it. Then he passes a taller glass with a mixed drink in it to you. Its the same drink you got the other night you came in and you wonder how Joe remembered. But you brush it off as good customer service and take a sip of your fruity drink.
Joel smirks down at you as you are obviously enjoying your drink ad sips his as well. The ice clinks in his glass when he sits down the half empty vessel next to you.
Once again, he speaks into your ear, "Why don't we find a booth?" Nodding in response, he holds his hand out to you to help you off of the stool. You can't help the blush that rises to your cheeks at how much of a gentleman he is.
The two of you sat and talked for hours. Subtle flirts, learning about each other, anything and everything. Although you weren't sure you were ready for a relationship after the train wreck that was your last one, you enjoyed Joel's company and it seemed like he enjoyed yours. Plus, it didn't hurt to just have a strictly physical relationship, did it?
Thats how you found yourself agreeing to another date with Joel. Thats how you found yourself moving your hips into his on the dance floor. And thats how you found yourself in his bed later that night.
Currently he was sitting on the edge of the bed, your legs straddling his as you kissed fervently. Your hips moved seemingly on their own, grinding your clothed core down onto his jean clad member. He groans into your mouth when you grind down even rougher. Big hands grip onto your hips, stilling your movements.
"Careful princess." His voice is deep as he mutters into your lips before catching them in a deep kiss again. This causes you to now let out a moan. Damnit if you weren't the most turned on you've ever been.
Joel seems to catch onto the faster movements of your hips, knowing you need more. His lips trial down your neck to the juncture of your shoulder, he bits you lightly before licking over the marks. You gasp, bucking your hips forward at the feeling. He smirks against your skin and moves his lips down your exposed chest. Silently thanking yourself for wearing such a low cut top.
Lips ghost against the skin of your breast before he pulls your shirt aside to let one boob out of its constraints. He sucks your nipple into his mouth and that's when you fully loose yourself into the pleasure. If you weren't fucked before, you sure were now. Well...you were going to be soon hopefully.
Pulling off of your bud, his breath fans over the sensitive skin causing a shiver to run down your spine. Something flashes in his eyes as a smirk graces his lips.
"Either you're always cold or I really have an effect on you." He says, craning his neck back towards your lips. You roll your eyes before he's meeting lips with your own and flipping you over to lay on the bed.
Your head lands all but gracefully on the plush surface, his lips never leaving yours. The hands that were on your hips, now explored your body leaving goosebumps in their wake. One massaged your still covered breast, the other slowly made its way up the inside of your thigh. His fingers tentatively crossed over your core and up to the buttons of your pants. Your need to have him inside of you grew stronger as you lifted your hips involuntarily, trying to urge him to take of your pants.
"So desperate." Is all Joel says before he is popping open the first button. Then the next. Then the next. Slowly he unbuttons them all and pulls your pants just as slowly down your legs. The pace makes you whimper out.
He was right, you were desperate. But with how slow he was going, who wouldn't be?
"I want to taste that pretty pussy." Joel says as he finally makes eye contact with your lacy underwear.
"Please, I just want you inside me." He gives you a look at your words, like he wasn't sure you meant it. Or he wasn't sure you were that ready?
"Next time, please Joel just fuck me already."
He seems to contemplate this for a second, but ultimately agrees, "Your wish is my command."
He slips out of his own shirt and quickly slides his jeans off too. Standing there in just his underwear, you swear you could pass out from the view alone. But your head was too cloudy to say anything. Joel seemed to see the lust in your eyes and just shook his head before grabbing a condom from the nightstand.
"Take your shirt off for me, sugar." Its a bit more of a request than a command but you follow it like it was an order. You had to admit it was a bit sexy to be told what to do.
"Good girl, let me see how wet you are." He stands over you while stroking his hardening dick through his underwear. You watch in awe before following his instructions and pull your own panties off of you.
Spreading your legs, you display your pussy to him and he groans at the sight. He strokes himself a bit faster as you slide your fingers through your soaked folds. Fingers dip into your opening and you hold back your reaction, keeping your eyes locked onto his. When your fingers are thoroughly coated in your juice, you trail them up your torso to your mouth. Sucking your fingers in and licking them clean.
Darkness fills Joel's eyes as he decides this is the last straw and he is on top of you in a instant. Pulling your fingers out of your mouth he shoves them into his own, swirling his tongue around your digits.
Quickly he pushes off of you just to take off his underwear and slip the condom onto his painfully hard penis. You gulp at the sight, mouth watering like you've been in a desert for days. You make a note that next time you must also taste him.
But, these thoughts leave your head as quickly as they came because Joel is pushing his member into you. As the tip breaches your entrance, you are gasping and gripping onto his arms for support. You feel his muscles tensing under your fingertips as he begrudgingly paces himself, trying to let you adjust
You almost giggle at the pained look on his face. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you hook your ankles together and pull him the rest of the way inside of you. He has to catch himself from falling on top of you from both a mixture of shock and the forceful nature of your movement.
Eyes meet yours with a shocked look. You just give him a smirk and a shrug in return. Regaining his composure, he pulls out of almost completely. So painfully slowly that you almost keel over. You know its your punishment for what you had done and you were feeling the full force of your actions.
But, the punishing doesn't last long as he enters you again. He thrusts out to his tip again only quicker and rougher. Continuing this action of thrusting in and out of you picking up a tempo.
After letting out another moan when he slams into you particularly hard, you crane you neck slightly to see the look on his face. He seems to have fully lost himself in the pleasure. The teasing is all lost and he is now fully focused on getting you both to your orgasms.
Joel is now fucking into you with no more reservations. He reaches a hand between the two of you, using his thumb to rub your clit. He rubs the bud in circles, trying to work you towards your peak.
"Cum for me, princess." He says with a grunt, gripping your hips roughly. His hips snap into yours roughly.
You feel the beginnings of your orgasm. The coil in your stomach begins to tighten. Your hips buck up at the feeling, needing to orgasm.
"Joel!" You gasp out as you are pushed over the edge. You clench around his cock, pussy urging him to cum as well.
Working you through your orgasm, he continues his motions on your clit. He thrusts are getting a bit out of rhythm as he is also reaching his own peak. Leaning over you he reattaches his lips to yours, pushing his tongue into your mouth.
As his hips stutter into yours he is thrusting into you one last time before spilling his load into the condom. Joel moans into your mouth as he works himself through his orgasm. Hips slow down as his orgasm ends and Joel is plopping down next to you. Wrapping you in his arms as his member is still inside of you.
All that is heard in the room is heavy breathing for a minute as Joel's sweaty body surrounds yours. You look up at him and his eyes meet yours. A smile graces his lips before he is pecking your nose and bringing you even closer to him.
Eventually, he pulls out of you and ties of the condom. Moving to toss it in the en suite before returning just to wrap you back into his warm embrace.
After the first time you and Joel hooked up, the two of you hung out at least three times a week. You would go to the bar, get a few drinks, talk a bit, laugh a bit. But you would always end up back at Joel's place. In his bed. In his arms.
Your mom was also starting to catch onto something going on with you. With you coming home late, giggling on your phone, smiling randomly at the thought of Joel. Not to mention, you were acting a bit shady. Even your friend noticed a change when she called you the other day.
But it was nothing but physical, right? Right...
Pushing open the door as silently as you could, you slightly stumbled into the dark house. Still a little tipsy as well as a bit of jelly legs from your earlier activities. Slipping off your shoes and picking them up so your heels wouldn't echo, you tried to reach the stairs to your room.
The minute your hand grabbed the banister, the lights in the living room flipped on like some movie scene. Your mom sat on the couch, arms crossed staring at you.
Jumping you tried to calmly greet her, "Hey mom."
"Don't 'hey mom' me, where have you been?" She was never this serious, so it scared you slightly.
"Out, I found a bar in town and I've been hanging out there." You didn't want to mention Joel just yet. One because how did you explain to your mom that you had a fuck buddy. And two that that fuck buddy was almost twice your age.
"By yourself?" Shit, she saw right through you.
"I mean, I talk to a few people there. Made friends with the bar tender. Well sort of, he's a bit serious and-"
She held up her hand to stop your rambling. You snapped your mouth shut.
"Who drove you home?" Joel had been driving you home from his house almost every time you guys hung out. He didn't like you taking a taxi that late.
You gulped, "I got a taxi."
"I know that's not true, Y/N. You're seeing someone. I can tell. You're different since we moved here and I think it has to do with someone." Your eyebrows furrow at her confession. Was she mad at you for staying out or mad at you for keeping secrets from her?
"Okay, maybe I am. I'm an adult!" You really weren't sure what she wanted to hear at this moment.
"You are, but I just want to make sure you are responsible."
Now you were rolling your eyes and crossing your arms back at her.
"Responsible? I can assure you I am." What did she think? That you were going around sleeping with randos and not using protection?
"Good," She stood up now and made her way over to you, "I just want to make sure you're okay, sweetie. After all that happened before..." She trailed off when she saw the hurt on your face at the mention of your ex.
She continued, "Anyways, I can see you're happy, so I won't pester you much about it anymore. But, can you at least try to come home earlier. You know I worry." She places a kiss on your forehead and moves past you up the stairs a bit, only turning back to hear your reply.
"I will, I'm sorry you were worried." You smile at her, she returns that smile.
Making her way to her room she shouts back one more thing before closing herself in her room, "And I wanna meet him sometime!"
This has you gulping, breathing cut short, body rigid. How were you going to get out of this one?
The next morning as you sluggishly made your way to the kitchen, you were greeted by your overly excited mother.
"Morning sweetie!" You almost cringe at her loud voice, feeling the effects of your late night.
"Morning." You grumble out, before making your way to the pantry to find something to eat.
She's humming to herself as she cooks some eggs on the stove. At first you don't think much of it, until you notice her almost bouncing on the balls of her feet. It makes you take a pause, she was excited about something and she definitely wanted to tell you about it.
"Why are you so happy?" You ask with a smile in your voice. Leaning against the pantry door, you make eye contact with her. She blushes, smiles, and then looks back down at her eggs.
"Remember how I told you I went out with a group of friends from high school the other night?" You nod recalling how she animatedly told you about that night and all the nostalgia.
"Well, we are all hanging out again tonight. I'm just excited." Now you nod in acknowledgement. But she did seem a bit more excited than just a hang out, eh whatever.
You went back to looking for your cereal, grabbing it and a bowl. While pouring your cereal into your bowl, your mom speaks again.
"Plus, I might have a man too." Jumping slightly at her confession, you almost spill your cereal. You weren't sure you were ready for her to date again. It seemed weird after your parents had just divorced. You'd never seen either of them with anyone else, just strange.
She continues without you saying anything, "We went to school together. Used to have a bit of crush on him back then, but never worked out. Anyway, he was with us that other night and when I tell you he aged well!"
Almost laughing at how your mom was acting like one of your friends. Cute little crush and everything! You still felt a bit weird about hearing something like this from her. First of all, ew! Second of all, was she ready?
"Oh, that's nice." Is all you can manage to say, before taking a bite of your cereal, that you had just finished pouring milk into.
"'That's nice.'" She repeats, setting her spatula down and not making eye contact with you.
"Yeah, mom, that's nice. It will be nice for you, after dad..." You trail off, not sure if this is a sore subject or not. The two of you didn't talk much about the divorce anymore. So you thought it better to tread lightly.
"I think so too." She says, a bit more happier now as she resumes her eggs.
Yep, it will be nice.
After your awkward breakfast with your mom, you returned to your room to text Joel. If your mom was going out, you might as well too, right?
A few minutes later, your phone buzzed with a message. Quickly dropping whatever you were previously doing you crashed down onto your stomach on your bed. Kicking your feet as you unlocked your phone to read the message.
Joel: Sorry, sugar but I have plans tonight. Tomorrow?
You sigh, guess everyone was busy tonight.
You: No worries! See you tomorrow!
Sighing, you flipped onto your back, staring at your ceiling trying to think of what was going to keep you occupied tonight.
You decided to take the time for a self care night. Painted your nails, did a face mask, read a bit, before ultimately ending up in the bath.
The soak felt nice and after weeks of not focusing on yourself enough, it also felt nice to just relax. Plus, if you were glowing the next time you saw Joel, he probably wouldn't be able to keep his hands off of you.
That's how you found yourself, wrapped up in your soft robe propped up at your vanity. Hair wrapped in a towel while you rubbed lotion into your legs.
Just as you were finishing up, the doorbell rang downstairs. Sighing, not really wanting an interruption, but needing to answer it nonetheless. You pushed up from your seat and made your way downstairs. Not even bothering to change out of your robe.
And you would have never expected what you were about to see on the other side of the door as you swung it open.
There stood Joel and another lady, trying to hold up your very drunk mother. Eye immediately lock onto Joel's, an apologetic look on his face as he wasn't sure what to say.
Your mother however saw you and tried to rush at you to hug you. Slurring about this and that. How much fun she had, how pretty you were, anything and everything that came to her inebriated mind.
Joel and the lady held her back, trying to keep her on her feet and off of you. After the initial shock of the moment, you finally realized they were probably trying to get you to let them inside.
"Oh! Um, come in. I'm sorry about her, uh maybe just put her on the couch?" You gesture towards the living room and move aside to let all three of them through. Joel glances back at you as you close the door, eyes also trained onto him.
They try to place your mother onto the couch as carefully as they can, but she falls to the side anyways. You are almost horrified at the situation. Joel, here. Your mom, drunk. Joel with your drunk mom.
Joel clears his throat while the lady is busying herself with your mom, "As you can see, she's a bit tipsy." He states the obvious, you bite your lip as he shuffles from foot to foot nervously.
"A bit." You conclude.
"Yeah, uh, it might have been my idea to play a drinking game. Sorry!" The lady on the couch calls over her shoulder, returning to your mom.
Your eyes never leave Joel's. As the shock subsides, you finally put some pieces together. Your mom was going to see some high school friends. Joel was one of your mom's high school friends. You were hooking up with your mom's friend. Fuck!
Joel tries to read your face, you can see how he wants to go over to you. Wants to apologize properly or explain himself. Anything to make you feel better.
"Sug-Uh, Y/N right?" He almost lets his pet name for you out. You nod, like he doesn't moan out your name nightly.
"'m Joel and that's Linda." You nod again. What then fuck is happening right now?
"Do you think we should take her upstairs?" The lady, Linda, finally turns to look at you. She scans you and you only just now realize what you are wearing. Or lack of what you are wearing. Eyes shift to Joel, who is seemingly now taking in your appearance as well. You notice his Adam's apple bob a bit as he tries to wet his now very dry mouth.
"I mean, she will probably be fine there. One night on the couch isn't so bad." You try to joke but Linda's face stays stern.
"I'll take her up, can you bring her some water?" She looks to you and you nod again, now gulping at how serious she is.
Linda grabs your mom off the couch and surprisingly easily takes your mom up the stairs.
"The door on the left." You call out, realizing you never told her. Linda grunts in acknowledgement before taking your mom into your room. The second the door closes, Joel speaks.
"Linda's a bit serious."
"A bit serious? I was gonna say scary." He laughs at your statement.
"She is, isn't she?" He laughs again, before stopping as his eyes latch onto yours.
"Baby..." He trails off, not sure what to say.
"So, you're friends with my mom?" He nods. You open your mouth once, twice, before closing it again. Also not sure what to say.
"Obviously, I didn't know until she gave me the address tonight. Then I didn't know what I was going to say to you. I couldn't act like I knew you and-" He stops his rambling as you step towards him, placing a hand on his chest.
"It's okay, I know you didn't know. I know you wouldn't keep something like that from me." His hand engulfs yours, pulling it up to his mouth to peck your palm.
"You're so good to me." Taking a step closer, his forehead rests on yours.
You giggle, "You're so good to me."
The two of you sit there in silence for a second before he speaks again.
"You look so pretty right now, angel. I wish I could kiss you."
"You could." You confirm, bringing your face closer to his.
And right as he is about to attach his lips to yours, something crashes up stairs. you jump back from Joel at the sound before the two of you rush upstairs. Just to find Linda and your mom on the floor, laughing. You sigh in relief before noticing the pile of book knocked off the bookshelf.
"What happened?" You ask.
"She fell while trying to put her pants on. Knocked over all these books and me." Linda replies in between laughs. Only a bit shocked by her switch in emotions, you sign again.
"It's okay, you guys have done enough. I'll put her to bed now and clean that up in the morning. Thank you for everything." Linda nods, stands, and dusts herself off. Before looking to Joel who just gestures for her to go first.
Joel glances back at you once last time. Almost taking a step towards you, before shaking his head and following behind Linda.
The front door closes down stairs and your attention returns to your mom who is still sitting on the floor. Her head is slumped over and her breathing is even, like she has fallen asleep just like that.
"Come on, mom, let's get you to bed." You reach under her arms to lift her up. She doesn't help but falls into another giggling fit. Trying so hard not to laugh to you push her down under her seats, tucking her in just like she used to when you were little.
"That was him." She says all of a sudden.
"That was who?" You reply, not fully listening as you pick up one of the books.
"The guy I was telling you about. The one that grew up well. He's hot right?" You stop mid movement of picking up another book. What?
But before you can even say anything else soft snores come from the bed. You stand up and place the book back onto their shelf. Leaving the room silently.
You lean against the door once you shut it, stomach tying into knots.
The guy your mom is interested in is the guy that you are currently seeing. What the fuck?
The next morning it was your mom's turn to come into the kitchen groaning. Holding her head she sits at one of the barstools at the island.
"Morning sunshine." You greet her with a laugh while sipping your coffee.
She just grunts in response, you laugh again. Turning to make her her own mug of coffee, knowing that's exactly what she wants right now.
You slide it over to her, her eyes widen for only a second before lifting the mug to her lips. As soon as the liquid touches her tongue she is smiling into the brim of it.
"Thank you." She says as she places it back onto the counter. You raise your own mug to her in a "you're welcome" gesture. She sighs.
"Did I embarrass myself last night?" Groaning again while rubbing her temples.
You laugh, "Only a little." Holding up a pinching gesture with the hand not holding your coffee.
You take a sip while your mom speaks again, "Oh! But you met Joel right? What do you think?" And that's when you choke. You were kind of hoping she didn't bring up Joel.
"That bad?" Your mom chuckles while you try to recover from your coughing fit.
"Uh...um he didn't seem too bad." You finally say as you recover just enough to let the words out.
Your mom only nods, taking your short answer as enough.
What were you going to do?
You had sent a text earlier in the day to confirm with Joel that the two of you were still on for tonight. Although, you were a bit confused by the whole situation currently. You knew how you felt about Joel and honestly you were tired of hiding it from not only yourself but also him.
Now you could only hope he felt the same. That hope, however, came fully to fruition when the you showed up to Joe's bar and Joel was standing there waiting for you, bouquet in hand. You almost teared up at the gesture.
When you crossed the bar to him, he wrapped an arm around your waist pulling your body into his. He placed a kiss on the top of your head before handing the flowers to you.
"Sorry again about last night." You hit his chest at his statement. He backs up in shock, mouth wide open. His dramatics make you laugh.
"Stop saying sorry, it isn't your fault. My mom should be apologizing to you!"
"Still I should've at least warned you we were coming." Dramatics dropped as he looks down at his feet.
"While you were driving? Joel Miller!" Now you are the one being overdramatic and it makes him laugh like it had made you laugh.
"Fine, but I still feel bad."
You sigh, "Fine, but you're not sitting in this corner all night! Dance with me!" You grab his hand and pull him onto the dance floor.
When you start dancing he is only swaying his hips a bit, not fully into it. But you aren't having any of that, you grab his arms and slide his hands down your sides. Flipping around so your ass makes contact with his crotch. This seems to make him react as he grabs your hips in almost a warning.
Although, of course, this only eggs you on to continue your teasing. Grinding your hips back into his like that very first night the two of you hooked up. You spin back around, hands moving up his stomach and chest finally resting latched behind his neck. Your head is tossed back as you continue to move your hips dangerously close to his own. Neck is on full display for Joel and he takes this as an opportunity to crane down and place a soft kiss there.
His head now rests on your shoulder using his hands to help move your hips in time with his. You smile, he must be feeling a bit better now. So when he raises his head out of the crook of your neck you raise your own to meet eyes.
But you don't see lust there, you see something else. Love? It makes you gulp, goosebumps raising on your skin as he leans down to bring his lips to yours.
And when he pulls away, "I want you." He says, but it isn't in the lustful way he usually says it. Not sure how to reply, you smirk teasingly.
"Then take me."
"Not like that, baby. I-I want you. I-" Words seem to stop at the top of his throat, fearing that they will topple over.
Still unsure, you say the first thing that comes to mind, "You have me. I've been yours for a while, Joel." The look in his eyes sparks almost unnoticeably.
"You're mine?" You nod. "Promise?" Another nod.
"Come home with me?" Instead of answering, you attach your lips to him.
Waking up in Joel's arms felt so much different than all the times you had been in his bed and in his arms before. Something about the intimacy of your conversation from the night before and the intimacy of being in his bed now. You were just so serene. It felt right. There was no other way to describe it.
Obviously, after leaving Joe's you ended up at Joel's place once again. Although this time you had told your mom so she wouldn't worry and you had also, at Joel's request, told her that you weren't going to come home at all tonight.
Of course, like all the nights before Joel and you had ended up fucking, but last night felt different. It was slower, it was intimate, it was like he was making love to you. If you had asked Joel he would tell you that's exactly what he was doing.
Glancing over at Joel, you see that he is still asleep. You try to carefully let yourself out of grip to get out of bed but his strong arms keep you there.
As you try again, he just grips you tighter letting out a groan. He opens his eyes slowly.
"Don't leave me." He says while still waking up.
"I'm not leaving, Joel, I-" He cuts you off by pulling you roughly into his side.
"Joel-" you warn with a squeak as he pushes on your stomach with the heel of hi hand. "-I need to pee."
He still doesn't let you up. Just nuzzles his face into your hair. His breath tickles your neck.
"If you don't let me go, I'll end up peeing in your bed." You try to warn him again and finally he lets you go with a sigh.
But before you can make it fully into the bathroom he is calling out behind you.
"You're mine?" Your eyes roll.
"Yes."
"Promise?"
"Joel." Another warning tone.
"Promise." This time it wasn't a question.
"I promise. Now let me go pee!"
After peeing, you returned to Joel who was still sprawled out in bed. He brought you back into his arms as quickly as he could. The two of you stayed like that for a while, just bathing it each other's warmth.
Until Joel's hands started wandering. First it started with rubbing soothing circles onto your back. Then the circles moved to your thighs. The circles becoming less soothing and more whimper inducing. Then they moved to just above the waistband of your pants (boxers you had borrowed from Joel). Only for them to dip past that waistband just a second later. Now teasing your already dripping slit.
Whimpering out, Joel caught your sound with his lips. Letting his tongue taste yours. The kiss was slow, passionate. No matter how much he wanted you, he was taking it slow.
His fingers continued teasing your pussy lips, collecting your juices before slipping just the tip of fingers past your folds. Gasping, you bit down on his lip, causing him to groan into your mouth. The shock made him loose himself for a second but he recovered quickly and continued teasing you.
He did this for a minute or two never letting his lips leave yours. Bringing his fingers to your clit he rubbed the bud a few times before slipping his hand out of pants. You whined at the loss.
"I need to be inside of you. Can't wait any longer." He says before pushing you to turn around so he was now behind you.
You heard Joel rustling through his nightstand for a second before tearing open a package. Shifting away from your warmth for only a second to slide his underwear down and slip the condom on.
As quickly as he can he is returning to touching you, hand moving up under your shirt. Lips are on your neck nipping and sucking lightly at the sensitive skin.
The hand in your shirt moves up to tease your boob, massaging both of them. The other hand is moving back to the waistband of your pants, slipping them down your legs as much as he can in the position that you are in. You help him by lifting your hips a bit.
Joel slides his dick into you from behind, it being easy from till being a bit stretched out from last night. Not to mention all the teasing and the amount of wetness that is almost dripping down your thighs at this point.
You don't even need to adjust to the stretch, "Please Joel." You breath out. He continues fucking into behind and kissing at your neck.
Hand is still in your shirt, just holding onto your tit. The other is holding your hip in place, like he thinks you'll slip away from him. He is fully seated inside of you when he slowly pulls out of you to hi tip, before fucking back into all the way to the hilt.
He continues his slow and steady pace, just taking his time with your body. Needing to feel all of you. Needing you.
Thrusting his dick in and out of you. Working both of you towards your release. Morning sex with Joel was definitely different than any of the sex you've ever had with him before but you were loving it. You loved how he was taking his time. He didn't want either of you to get overstimulated.
The hand that was on your hip wrapped around to tease your clit. The strokes were as slow as his thrusts. But he strokes once particularly roughly and you are moaning, turning your head to try and meet lips with Joel. He obliges and connects your lips.
This is what sends you hurtling towards your end. The softness of the kiss, the circles on your clit, and the slow yet perfect thrusts. It crashes over you unexpectedly and has you moaning out loudly disconnecting your lips just so you can catch your breath.
And the feeling of your walls clenching onto his member has him closer to his peak quickly as well. He's usually very sensitive in the morning so he isn't very surprised. So when you seemed to have caught your breath and you no longer are jerking with your orgasm, Joel is placing his lips back on yours. Kissing you deeply as he swallows your breathy moans from the overstimulation.
This causes him to reach his peak, cumming into the condom with a throaty moan. Thrusting roughly into you a few times to work himself through his orgasm. When he is finished he is pulling out of you and using your shoulder to turn you back to face him.
He pulls your head into his chest. Breathing is still a bit labored as the two of you just feel the other person. Appreciating the comfort. Breathing in each other's scents, content.
Later that day after a shower, with Joel, he drove you back to your house to drop you off. You didn't have any clothes with you after all, so you at least had to change and because you didn't exactly want to leave Joel yet, when you didn't see your mom's car in the driveway you convinced Joel to come up with you.
He didn't protest much after you promised him your mom would not be returning any time soon. So he followed you through the house and into your room. You ushered him in and watched as he took it all in. Shutting the door behind you two, you made your way across the room to Joel.
Wrapping your arms around him from behind as he looked at some pictures on your desk. You hadn't realized until now but Joel had never seen the way you lived and it was comforting to finally have him in your space.
"That's when I was seven." You said as he picked up a picture of you with a soccer ball in hand, blue jersey hanging on your little torso. "I begged my dad to sign me up for soccer and only did it for about three weeks before I decided I hated it." You laugh at the memory.
He laughs too and places it down, now picking up a picture of you and your friend from prom.
"That feels like ages ago." You muse, "There used to be another girl in this picture but she uh she fucked my boyfriend so I cut her out." You nod into his back before disconnecting your arms and moving across the room to sit on your bed. Playing with your hands, he places the photo down and moves to sit with you.
"I'd never do that to you." He says after a beat of silence.
"Fuck my boyfriend? I hope not." You try to joke but it doesn't fully reach your voice.
Joel grabs your hands, "Cheat on you." He says the thing you weren't sure you wanted to hear. You open your mouth but aren't sure what to say.
So he speaks instead, "You deserve the world and I want you to know that I'm prepared to give it to you." You smile, finally bringing your eyes to his.
"You sound so old!" You jest as you hit his chest. He grabs your wrist using it pull you forward into him. You fall into his chest, Joel uses that as an opportunity to stable you by a hand on your hip.
"If I really was that old, I don't think I could fuck you the way I do." He tone is laced with seduction as he brings his lips to ghost yours. Breath fans over your face, causing you to shiver. He smirks almost bringing up the inside joke of you being cold all the time. But throws this away to instead attach his lips to yours.
The kiss is fiery, not like the ones from this morning that were filled with passion, this one was like he needed to prove something. Prove he would always be yours and you would always be his.
His lips and his hands have you so much in a trance that neither of you hear a car pulling into the driveway. Or the front door opening. Or your mom calling out your name. Or climbing up the stairs. Or opening your door.
But you do hear the gasp and the sound of bags dropping to the floor as your mom sees the two of you. Pulling away quickly both you and Joel jump away from each other like a fire was just lit between you. Your head snaps to look at your mom and then back to Joel and notice she is doing the same thing with the both of you.
"Mom, I-" You try to explain but loose your words and good thing too because they would be falling on deaf ears anyways. With her blinking twice and rushing out of the room, back down the stairs, out of the house, and driving away.
You look back to Joel who has a mortified look on his face, then back to the doorway your mom was just in.
"Shit."
Part 2 !!!!!!!
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get you back
summary: You hated that you loved Bucky Barnes, and he loved that you could not hate him.
warnings: mention of alcohol consumption, semi-drunkenness, carsex (18+), fingering, oral, swearing, smut, p in v, unprotected sex (donât do it), fuckbuddy!bucky, dbf!bucky, implied age gap, mention of bad boyfriends (not bucky), using nicknames (princess, bunny) , slight degradation - nothing physical, some mention of food
minors dni
a/n: yes I AM BACK. please leave some comments/reblogs. thanks!!
A loud snap of fingers made you turn your head to him. âAre you even listening to me?â You sighed, pressing fingers on your temples to look like you were trying to remember.
No, you werenât listening. You were thinking how that hot guy was about to give you his number, before James Buchanan Barnes a.k.a the actual devil, snatched you away. Leading you to his car without giving you a chance to say goodbye to the best body you have ever seen.
You. Hated. James. Bucky. Barnes.
âSomething about⊠bunnies?â You shrugged as you turned your head back towards the road. Even though it was almost pitch black, you fought your urge to look at his profile under carâs lights. Even though he was angry and sleepless he looked better than all the guys youâve ever known.
âReally? You are not even trying kid.â He said as he emphasized on the last word. He knew how much you hated the nickname.
âStop calling me a kid. Iâm not that young.â
âI will stop calling you a kid, when you stop acting like one. What were you thinking? What was the point of all that drinking? Get my attention or liver failure?â
The point was to get over your ex boyfriend finding someone before you did. You didnât want to be the one who was stuck in an ended relationship.
You werenât even prepared to the idea that he would start dating in a few months. His post just popped on your phone while you were scrolling through pictures on Instagram. Selfie with her, cheek to cheek and smiling like a true dumbass he is.
Getting ass drunk would be a nice way to forget. But you shouldnât been too drunk to start texting and calling other people.
Especially calling the guy you hated the most. Because he would show up just in time, and yank you away from the guy you were flirting with.
You really shouldnât have drunk texted your on-again-off-again hookup. Neighbour of your parents, a close friend of your dad.
It started just a few days after your heartbreak. You werenât sure of how it started, but you remembered how it ended. In his bed, literally begging him for letting you cum as he pounded into you like an animal.
When you werenât fucking, all you did was argue. Arguments about when to meet up or where to meet up⊠You hated meeting up in his place, so close to your parents. And he hated meeting only for an hour max.
You started fighting and decided to not meet up again. Either of you got tired of all the lies and secrets. It was you more than it was him. Bucky was always sure you would come back to him one way or another.
âRemind me not to call you again.â You huffed, resting your head on the window. Sun was about to shine in a few hours and all you wanted was to get into your bed. All you needed was forget the day and move on.
âSure your parents would be thrilled to know their daughter would end up in jail for DUI.â You turned your neck so fast that it hurt.
âI wasnât going to drive the car!â
âYou getting into car of a drunk idiot is stupid enough too!â
âStop acting like you are my dad! He was fucking hot, and he told me his place was really close.â
âWhat made you believe in him? I know what that kind of guy thinks. It is only getting you to the bed. You would be considered lucky if he bothered to call you the next day.â
âSo? What made you think I am not okay with it?â You saw all the blood rushing to his cheeks, decorating them with a soft pink hue.
âOkay...â He said trying to not go any further with that discussion.
You dropped your shoulders, when you saw how his grasp on wheel tightened and his jaw clenched. If you didnât know him that well, you would say he was offended.
Whether it was because of anger towards him or how tired you were. You didnât say anything back but leant your seat back to at least sleep for the rest of the ride.
âOh no princess, you are definitely not sleeping.â He said just before he slapped your thigh. Small âHey!â fell from your lips. It was fair to expect him to snap and say you crossed a line.
You yanked your leg away from his grasp. He shut you up before you could say anything back. âYou made me get all this way three in the morning. Ofcourse there would be consequences.â
âI didnât ask you to come.â You said as you rubbed your thigh.
âYou sent me a picture of you lifting your skirt and texted all those things you want to do with me. But when I come to pick you up, I saw you on the lap of some dickhead.â
âI was horny. Weâve decided to stop with fooling around. Life moves on James.â As you finished the sentence, his foot stepped on the pedal so quick that he had to use his arm to stop you from falling forward.
âGet in the back of the car.â
âJames, Iâm tired.â
âGet in the back, or I will make you bunny.â You didnât said anything back. Bucky never called you bunny, if he didnât have something on his mind. You knew better than to take the risk of getting him angrier.
You rolled your eyes before unfastening your seatbelt. He caught the sight of your underwear as you bent over to move through the gap between the seats. Even though Bucky saw your pink thong, you acted like you had the upper hand.
âTake off your skirt.â He said before coming next to you. He almost yanked off the door before squishing you on the backseat.
He pulled you by your legs, making you lie down. The cold leather of the seats caused goosebumps on your skin. That and you knew what he was capable of when he was angry.
And he was pissed.
âNot so tired ha, bunny?â His large hands wandered along your legs, moving slowly towards your hips.
A loud noise of your gulp echoed in your brain. You could get used to that view. You legs hooked to his shoulders. His charming face inches over your lucky thong.
âTell me again bunny.â He said as his eyes locked on your figure under his, trying not to smirk at the wet patch on your thong.
âTell you what?â You asked. Blinking at him with nothing else on your mind.
âTell me again the last thing you told me before breaking up with me. So I would not have my way with you.â
âUhm...â He started kissing on the top of your thighs. Index finger was tracing your slit over the thong.
âWe canât keep doing this and not expect one of us getting hurt. Ah-â He bit inside of your thigh, sucking a gentle bruise. âJames.â
He didnât listen to you. If he ever did that was not it definitely.
âIâm listening. Continue.â Kisses, soft bites started decorating your body.
His hands placed next to your waist. His teeth brushed along the band of your thong. You wanted to raise your hips. But the way he looked up at you, the darkness in his eyes, made you stop.
You licked your lips, closing your eyes to concentrate. âWe continue lying to our close ones and soon enough the lies would get out ofââ You stopped as he curled his finger like a hook to pull down your thong.
He mumbled something that you were sure was Russian as he got close to your heat. His eyes looked into your eyes. You knew he was daring you to stop.
If you stop Iâll stop too bunny.
He didnât need to speak for you to understand.
ââhands. Lies get out of our hands. It is too risky and it does not worth it. We both know that this affair does not take LONG!â
He licked a stripe over your slit. As his cold fingers separated your folds. He loved to torture you like this.
âI donât want any of us to get hurt.â You manage to finish your speech as you felt the familiar tingles build up.
The tip of his tongue flicked your clit and you had to hold on to something, his hair, to stop your thighs to close around his head.
âSee this is where you are wrong, bunny. There isnât any chance where you can hurt me...â He said as his fingers collected some of your juices, raising them to his lips. âUnless you try to neglect me of your sweet nectar.â He sucked his fingers clean, you heard a tiny âhmmâ as his fingers touched his tongue.
He raised his head to look at you when he was circling around your weeping hole. âAnswer this, do you want to hurt me bunny?â He wanted to make you weep as much as your pussy.
âN-no. I donât want to hurt you.â
âThen why you try to break things off?â The tip of his finger slowly pushed into your whole. He pulled it back before you could enjoy this. âAre you going to try and break things off again?â Another question he didnât need to hear its answer to. He could read it from your tearful eyes and slight pout. âOh bunny.â He whispered to himself, pride filling his chest.
His finger went back to circling around your hole as he used another one to toy with your clit. You could not stop yourself from curling your toes and try to pull him closer.
That arrogonat smirk on his face made a comeback. âAre you going to flirt with other guys who Iâm sure does not even know what a clit is?â You shook head your again and he pressed his thumb.
âFuck.â You said as you squirmed under his touch.
âNot the answer I am looking for. Do you want to try again bunny?â
âIâIâm not going to flirt with other guy aâand ohgod!â He pushed one inch of his finger inside curling the tip so it would reach your spot. You didnât stop so he wouldnât either. âIâm not going break things oâoff.â
One more inch and you knew you would start to drip onto seats. Before you knew it, his mouth got back onto your clit. âJames!â You said again as you pulled onto his locks.
âShit! Itâs only been a week but your pussy is crying out fâ me.â He said as he stood back up.
Your legs started shaking by the time. You whimpered at the lost contact of his fingers and lips. You also missed seeing him with your thighs wrapped around his head.
You knew if you touched yourself he would bite your fingers and deny you any sort of release. He quickly unfastened his belt and lowered his pants and boxers just low enough to take out his cock.
The tip was swollen red it was starting to leak some precum as he pressed it on your clit. âYou are an attention whore bunny. Itâs been only a week and I find you cosy with another guy. This deserves punishment donât you think?â
âPlease! Iâve been just trying to get your attention.â He smiled at your confession as he aligned his tip.
âTell me you are mine and mine only. If you tell me that, Iâll give you what you want.â
âIâm yours James. Iâm only yours, I do not belong to anybody else.â He started slowly push into you.
He leaned over you to fix the hair got on your face. His lips brushed along yours when you moaned as he found the spot. Your legs started to got down but he held them back. Pushing your bent knee to your chest as he started moving.
His hips started rutting into you slowly. âSo pretty like this bunny. All spread out for me.â His tongue darted out from his lips to giving you a longing kiss. All teeth and tongue, full of lust and desire.
His large hands pulled down your strapless top, letting your tits out. His tongue clicked on top of mouth. âAnd thinking I would be sharing them with some dickhead.â He pushed into you hardly, making you jump into his arms.
âI donât share bunny. Never.â You knew he meant more with those words.
Air inside the car was getting thick because of your panting. His fingers started playing with your nipples to get them erect as he held your tits together and started licking and sucking both of them.
âNot the teeth ah!â You tried to protest but he had already sunk his teeth into your extra-sensitive flesh. Sweet melody of your cries caused him to increase speed. He wanted more.
You yelped as you tried to find something to hold onto, best thing you found was the back of his shoulder as you pressed your nails against his skin. Bruises and scratches would be greeting both of you as first thing in the morning but it didnât bother you as long as it came with pleasure.
âFuckFuckFuck!â Familiar coil started to form under your belly button, and you threw your head back. âJames, please pleaseâŠâ
âWanna cum bunny? Is that it? Mumblinâ because you are too close?â He said after detaching from your nipples with a pop. The little numb was all swollen and covered in saliva.
âY-yes oh.â He slammed his hips onto yours with more force and stayed pressed into you. âCum for me bunny. Cream all over my cock, fuck, you filthy girl, so eager for a release.â He said as he stopped your wriggling hips against is. âHumpinâ me like a cute lilâ bunny.â
Your hips started moving involuntarily, chasing after your release. He helped you with continuing the pound into you. You were chanting his name unable to form more coherent words or sentences.
âThatâs it bunny. Cum for me come on! Iâve got you.â Just after he was finished your release hit you like a wave, causing you to lose all the control of your mind and body.
But he didnât stop, he increased his pace. Chasing his own release using your numb body. ââSo pretty like this bunny. Makes me want to keep you all to myself.â
âIâm all yours.â You whispered, truly meant it. As you became used to the swell on your chest each time you look at him.
You were really his.
âYeah? Are you going to take my cum? Let me breed you? Iâm sure you would love that donât you bunny? All swollen with my cum, looking at me with those pretty eyes. Fuck!â
âYes, yes yes give it to me please.â
âFucking take it. You little cumslut.â You felt the wetness and warmth of his release shoot right inside of you.
He stood there with your legs wrapped around his waist. Looking at your tired and ruined figure. Taking the sight in just before he slowly pulled out.
âWeââ You tried to speak up, trying not to show him how much you missed his cock inside you already.
As he was putting his clothes back on you once were aware of this situation.
There was no We, you two were just fucking whenever one of you needed some release. No matter what you do to get his attention, all you would get was his dick pounding into you. It wonât be his heart.
Sound of glove compartmentâs being closed made you raise on your elbows to look at him.
You saw him take out some tissues to wipe off his leaking cum. âAre you on the pill?â You shook your head, you knew how those were messing up with you. âIâm not ovulating, itâs fine.â He shook his head, âStill gotta get you some plan B. We shouldnât be risking it.â
âSure.â You tried to swallow the ache in your throat, and your pride.
You fixed your top and found your thong on the ground, raising it to put it on. Tension between the two of you was so thick that a saw could not even cut it.
He got back on his seat and started the engine. âThe sun is about to rise, I can drive to a diner and got us some breakfast. There is a place I know makes your favourite. They are also good at making it.â He couldnât hide his smile when he saw your smile at the mention of the food. He loved making you smile like that.
Sleep was the last thing on your mind, since he fucked your brains out. Since it had been more than 10 hours since you last ate something; growling sounds from your stomach was about to come. âSounds good but I want to wear my skirt first.â
âSure bunny.â He said as he tossed your skirt back to you.
And it was a second, just a second, that he felt like he could get used to it.
He could get used to having breakfast with you. He could get used to your face being the first thing he saw as he started his day. He could get used to having sex with only one person, someone really means something to him.
But when your phone buzzed, and he saw your dadâs name on the screen he got back into reality.
You sent it to voicemail, and leaned closer to him over the table. He saw the same smile again on your lips and the familiar spark on your eyes.
âSo what do you say? Your place or mine?â
He smiled back at you, leaning over you. âWhich one do you prefer, bunny?â He knew he could go on as long as you looked at him like that.
As long as you looked at him with love. Even if you were just realizing, he was already an addict for it.
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pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader
summary: âone day, i will stop falling in love with you / some day, someone will like me like i like you / until then, iâll drink my coffee, eat my pieâ
includes: best friends to lovers, no use of y/n, you work at family video with steve and robin, idiots to lovers, pining, angst, reader is emotional, emetophobia warning (2 mentions but no actual), fluff, robin buckley is a meddler, song inspired fic but i added a happy ending
a/n: this is the first ever oneshot that I have actually finished and am posting! yay me! I also totally didn't write this instead of doing my bio homework. this is barely edited and probably horrible but give me some grace because this is my first time writing one of these
word count: 5000
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You were sure that the coffee and cherrie pie from the bakery down the street was the sole reason for getting you through your shifts at family video.
Sure, it helped that you shared most of your shifts with your two best friends, Steve and Robin, but the fact that you were hopelessly in love with one of said best friends seemed to get in the way of enjoying your shifts with them.
Robin helped make it more tolerable, however her looks of pity sent your way whenever a pretty girl came in to flirt with Steve just made it blatantly obvious how pathetic your feelings for him were.
Being one of Steveâs best friends also meant that you had to listen to every nauseating detail of his conquests with these women, making your inadequacy feel even stronger.
The bell on the door chimed, signalling that a customer had entered the store, and looking over you saw a pretty blonde around your age walk in.
You donât bother to get up, knowing that Steve will be there to greet her before you can even stand up.
As predicted, Steve jumps up, stumbling over his feet to greet the girl. You sigh, and reach into your paper bag to grab your boxed slice of cherry pie which frankly has turned into a comfort food for situations like this.
Seemingly moving on their own accord, your eyes look up to see Steve leaning on the counter with a sly smile on his face, and you know that your feelings for him were futile.
âYou know that Steveâs just an idiot, right? He has feelings for you, heâs just too blind to see whatâs right in front of him.â Robin says once Steve is out of earshot.
âOr,â you start, dragging the word out, âthereâs nothing for him to see. He doesnât care like i do, he doesnât like me like i like him. Itâs okay, iâve made my peace with it.â
Robin glances over her shoulder once more, and when sheâs sure that Steve is distracted she grabs your shoulders, âhe likes you!â she exclaims.
âHeâs just too stupid to realize. Just tell him how you feel! I know society thinks thatâs menâs job but frankly I think thatâs sexist, and Steveâs too stupid to do it himself. All this pining would be over if youâd just tell him how you feel!â she says while shaking your shoulders to emphasize her point
âRob, itâs never going to happen.â you shake your head at her.
Before Robin can argue back, the topic of your conversation starts walking towards you both, grinning while waving his hand in the air, and you make out messy numbers scribbled with ink on his skin.
The second Steve opens his mouth, you figure it would be in your best interest to tune it out, and you turn back to your pie as if itâs suddenly the most enticing thing in the room.
You let yourself enjoy your pie, and for a minute, let yourself pretend that you and Steve are more than friends, and that the sick feeling coursing through you is simply because of the coffee and pie and not heartbreak.
The bell chimes, indicating a customer has entered the store, and this time itâs your turn to jump up.
âIâve got this oneâ you say, glad you have an excuse to get away from the conversation.
You hurriedly walk up to the counter, and you see a boy, about your age, scanning his eyes around the store.
âYou need help finding anything?â You ask, mustering up a friendly smile.
âIâm lookinâ for something scary. Do you have Poltergeist? Or anything similar.â He asks.
âOver there,â you say pointing. âDo you want me to get it for you?â you ask.
âI think iâve got it from here,â he says with a smile, glancing down at your name tag and reading it aloud.
You watch as he retreats, before finally stopping to scan through the movies. After a few seconds he reaches up, plucks the movie off the shelf and is making his way back up to the counter.
âHave you found everything youâre looking for?â You ask in your trained customer service voice.
He nods, before asking âSo, have you seen this one? Is it any good?â
You respond, and soon enough find yourself too distracted by the conversation with the boy to notice the very familiar interaction that you had just previously had going on between your coworkers.
âYouâre jealous!â Robin gasps.
âShhhh!â Steve says, covering her mouth with his hand. âShut up!â
âEw,â Robin says, shoving his hand off her âYou didnât deny it!â She sing songs.
âIâm not jealous, i just think itâs inappropriate for customers to be flirting with the employeesâ He says defensively, eyeing the way the boys eyes light up with interest at whatever youâre saying, leaning over the counter slightly.
His comment receives a deadpanned look from Robin, âDude, look at your hand. You literally were just bragging about how you scored that âtotally hot girlâsâ number.â
Steve opens his mouth, ready to defend himself, but after failing to come up with something to say, he closes his mouth in defeat.
He lets out an exasperated sigh, âOkay, fuck, maybe I am.â
âHah! I knew it.â Robin says smugly. âSo,â she says, dragging out the âoâ âWhen are you gonna do something about it?â
âI canât-â he starts âI donât know!â he exclaims.
âLet me guess,â she starts. âYouâre going to call that girl tonight like an idiot and pretend like youâre not totally in love with someone else?â
âItâs been working so far.â he shrugs, and robin squints her eyes at him.
âIs it though? Is it?â she accuses, and Steve suddenly feels small under her stare.
âJust tell her, you dingus!â Too distracted, neither Steve or Robin notice that youâre back until your voice breaks them out of their argument.
âTell who what?â you ask, and Steve and Robin both look at each other nervously, leaving you confused.
âShe, uh, was giving me pointers for when I ask that hot blonde out.â Steve says, and you shudder.
âYouâre such a boy.â You motion with your hand for Steve to move off the stool you were previously sitting on, and when he complies, you sit back down and take a sip of your coffee.
You make a face at the change of temperature of your coffee, and Steve laughs. âGone cold?â he muses.
You shut him up with a glare, and the three of you go back into a comfortable silence as you stare at the clock, waiting for your shift to end.
After what feels like an eternity, the three of you start closing the store once your shift ends, and you plop down into the drivers seat of your car with a groan.
You start driving, and you hope that the soft music and pretty sunset is enough to bring you out of your spiral of thoughts, but when a familiar song comes on, a song that Steve showed you, you start to think that youâre cursed.
The song brings you back to the moment where you were sitting in the passenger seat of Steveâs beemer, your legs up on the dashboard despite Steveâs scolding that itâs âdangerousâ, to which you would reply âwhatever, momâ.
The sun was setting in the sky, similar to how it is now, you and Steve taking turns sharing music after arguing over what to listen to, Steve claiming that he had the better music taste, to which you would argue back that yours is better. After going back and forth, you ended up with a compromise of taking turns picking the music.
You remember that night vividly, because that was the night you caught the first glimmer of hope that maybe he liked you like you liked him. It was also the night where that hope was crushed just as quickly as it came.
You had caught him staring, but too distressed at what that could possibly mean you pretended you didnât notice. You spent the rest of the night going over and over in your head of what that look possibly could have meant, driving yourself crazy to the point where Steve noticed that there was something wrong.
Steve stopped, mid sentence when he noticed that far away, troubled look in your eyes once again.
âWhatâs going on in that head of yours?â he asked, seemingly bringing you out of your daze.
âHm?â
âI said, whatâs going on in that head of yours? I donât think youâve registered a single word of that story I was just telling you.â he says, with a slight laugh.
âFeels like iâm talking to a wall.â he teases, however you catch the glint of worry.
For a minute, you thought about telling him. You thought about spilling every thought that had been plaguing your mind since you realized that you were in love with him a few weeks back. You wanted to tell him you loved him. That you were in love with him.
You open your mouth to say something, but the words seem to catch in your throat, and tears start streaming down your face instead.
Not to sound dramatic, but Steve thought he could feel his heart breaking in his chest watching you, his best friend, breaking down beside him in his car. He wished he could wave a magic wand and take away all your hurt. Hell, he would even take all the hurt on himself if it meant he got to see you smile.
âWhatâs going on?â he asked you, âYou know youâre my best friend, you can tell me anything.â
Steve hoped his words would reassure you, but instead you just sobbed harder.
You shook your head, and Steve figured that was you saying you didnât want to talk about it, and he was right, partially, he just didnât realize that it wasnât just you not wanting to talk about it. He didnât realize that the real reason you were shaking your head was because you didnât want to be his best friend. You loved him, but not how best friends typically loved each other. You were in love with him.
You realized then, that that was all you would be. His best friend. You didnât want to ruin your friendship, and you knew that if you told him how you felt, you definitely would, so you decided that it would be in everyoneâs best interest to never let him find out.
Little did you know, those same fears swirled around in your best friendâs head as well.
âMâsorry, I promise I donât mean to cry.â you tell him. âIâm just, iâm overwhelmed and confused.â
Steve caught the look that you were giving him, your pleading eyes begging him to not ask you what you were overwhelmed and confused by. As badly as he wanted to ask, he remembered all the times that you were there for him no questions asked, and he knew that as your best friend, that he owed you the same respect.
He settled with holding you in his arms while you cried into his chest. He whispered soft, reassuring words, not knowing that he was the reason you needed them.
Later that week, youâre sat by the counter, once again eating your pie, wondering whether your shift could go by any slower.
This time, it was just you and Steve sharing your shift, and at first it made you nervous knowing that Robin wouldnât be there and youâd be left alone with Steve and your feelings for him, but it had been surprisingly going pretty well.
You noticed that Steve seemed tense as well, but after him brushing your questioning eye off, you decided not to bother him about it.
âWhat did that pie do to you?â Steve teases, noting the way you are stabbing your fork into the pie as if you have some vendetta against it.
âIâm bored.â you groan, dragging the word out. âI miss Robin.â
Steve brings his hand up to his chest, acting as though he was wounded. âAm I not enough for you?"
When you bark out a laugh, the corner of his lips twitch up into a smile as he gazes at you with a fond look that makes you feel like youâre about to vomit. Not out of disgust, but from the overwhelming feelings that he makes you feel. Vomiting is about the most accurate way to describe how it makes you feel, and you try not to imagine the look youâd receive from Robin if she heard that.
The door chimes, and with Steve being closer, he gets up to greet the customer. Just as heâs getting ready to ask how he can help, he pauses when he realizes that itâs the same guy who was in the store flirting with you the other day.
He clenches his jaw, remembering yours and Robins scolding that he needed to be better with his customer service, and grits out âWelcome to Family Video, how can I help?â
Just to Steveâs surprise, more like disappointment, the customer tells him that he was actually hoping to speak to you.
Hearing your name, you look up and smile when you see Matt, the customer from the other day. You get up and walk towards them, turning to Steve to tell him that youâve got it from here. He begrudgingly leaves, but still stays in earshot.
âIâm just here to return this.â Matt says, setting the movie on the desk. You pick it up, and begin scanning it and clicking buttons on the computer.
âHowâd you like it? You owe me that review you promised.â
âWell, iâve actually spent the past couple days trying to think of the best way to tell you my thoughts, and I thought maybe we could discuss it over coffee?â he says, eyes hopeful.
Youâre taken aback for a minute, struggling to remember the last time someone asked you out, and then wondering whether he meant as a date, or just as friends, but before you can think of something to say, Matt speaks again.
âI hope iâm not coming on to foreword or reading this wrong, I just think that youâre gorgeous and would love to take you on a date.â he sends you a shy smile.
âI, yeah, iâd like that.â you manage to sputter out, sharing Mattâs same shy smile. âIâm off tomorrow, but I work the rest of the week.â you tell him.
âHow about noon? We could go to the cafe down the street if youâd like. Or anywhere else.â
âThe cafe works. Iâll see you then.â You tell him, feeling giddy as a smile graces your face as you finish running through his return. Matt matches your smile, and waves before making his way out of the store.
You watch as he walks out the door and out of eyesight, and do a little happy dance, ignoring the fact that Steve is going to definitely make fun of you.
For a minute, the hopeless feeling that had settled over you because of Steveâs unshared feelings is forgotten, and you think that maybe wonât be as hard to get over him as you thought. Maybe you will find someone who likes you how you like Steve, and youâll be able to stop falling for him.
âI thought you didnât go on dates.â Steve says once you turn around, and the smile quickly falling off your face.
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â Seeing the hurt look on your face, Steve quickly clarifies.
âYou just always say that youâre more content staying single. That dating just causes unnecessary stress that you donât have to have when youâre single.â
âI donât know, I just changed my mind I guess.â you say, and Steve raises an eyebrow at you.
âWhat made you change your mind?â he questions.
âWhy does it have to matter?â you say. âIt just felt nice to have someone be interested in me.â
Steve accepts your answer, and you both continue to work in silence. You wonder why Steve doesnât seem as happy for you as you expected, and it sends a pang through your chest.
The next day comes around fast, and after spending about an hour debating what to wear, noon finally comes around and you nervously step foot inside the cafe, despite the amount of times youâve been here.
You glance around, and you spot Matt already sitting down at a table. You shyly walk over to him, suddenly uncomfortably aware of everything you do.
After the initial nervousness settles down and you both have ordered, conversation starts flowing easily, and you find that you and Matt have a lot more in common than you originally expected.
You feel comfortable around him, and after learning more and more about each other, you find yourselves talking to each other like youâve known each other for years.
You like Matt, you really do, but despite how much you like him and how well you guys are getting on, a nagging feeling wonât leave you alone.
You know itâs wrong, but as you tell Matt about yourself, you canât help but think about Steve, and how he already knows all this about you. Honestly, you think Steve knows more about you than you do.
Internally, you start connecting everything to Steve, and this realization suddenly starts making you feel both guilty and uncomfortable.
As the date starts to wrap itself up, you realize you need to be honest with him. Getting over Steve is apparent to be way more difficult than you anticipated, and you know itâs unfair to string Matt along when your heart is elsewhere.
You decide to just be upfront with him, telling him exactly as such, and Mattâs reaction is the exact opposite to what you expected.
He doesnât seem upset, he just simply looks at you with understanding, and if anything, it makes you feel even more guilty.
âItâs okay, iâm just glad you were able to realize this and be upfront with me now. The heart wants what it wants, and I canât blame you for that.â he tells you.
âI just feel so bad, I really thought iâd be able to do this, and I do really like you, but I just canât.â you sigh, feeling disappointed in yourself.
âItâs that coworker of yours, right?â he asks, leaving you shocked.
âHow did-â you start to say, looking at him with bewilderment.
âI noticed how he looked at you when I came by the store, both times, I thought there might be something there but was just hoping I was wrong.â he tells you, and it just leaves you more confused.
He doesnât look at you in any way, does he? Seemingly noticing your distress at this new information, Matt continues on.
âHe looked like he was ready to have me banned from the store,â he says with a laugh. âitâs clear as day that he has feelings for you, and you feel the same way, so just tell him.â you continue looking at him with bewilderment, but this time for a different reason.
âThis was not the direction I was expecting this to go in.â You say with a breathy laugh.
âI know, believe me,â he says with a laugh, âI know this is definitely not how either of us expected this to end up, but I still would like to at least be your friend. How does that sound to you?â
âI would like to be your friend as well, I meant what I said, I do really like you, I just feel really bad about this whole situation.â you tell him nervously.
âDonât, I meant what I said as well, the heart wants what it wants. So, friends?â he says, offering you his hand for a handshake, and you laugh. You take his hand, and shake it.
âFriends sounds good.â you say with a smile.
âNow that weâre friends, iâm telling you this as a friend, tell him how you feel.â he says sternly.
âGod, you sound like Robin. Donât make me regret agreeing to be friends.â you say lightheartedly.
You both say your goodbyes, telling him that now that he has friend privileges you can snag him any good movies coming in that he requests, and he promises to stop by the store sometime soon.
Driving home, you start to feel a sense of clarity come over you. You think that maybe telling Steve isnât a bad idea, Matt only saw Steve twice and could say with confidence that Steve had feelings for you, maybe he was right?
But what if he was wrong? What if Matt was wrong and you make a fool out of yourself and ruin your friendship?
You realize that your friendship would be ruined either way, because thinking about it, you donât know if you have it in you anymore to keep having your heart broken. You either tell him, and risk him not feeling the same way and ruining your friendship, or not telling him and end up definitely ruining your friendship because you canât handle just being his friend.
If youâre going to lose him either way, you figure you might as well just tell him. Now you really feel like youâre going to throw up.
The next day, you work the closing shift with once again just Steve, and the entire time leading up to it all you feel is dread. You even consider calling in sick and asking Robin to cover for you, but you push through it and find yourself walking through the staff doors, getting ready to start your shift.
You and Steve start working as you usually would, closing shift on Thursday's always being quiet, him making his regular comments and you once again sitting on your stool drinking your coffee and eating your pie.
Despite Steve being your best friend and you both having worked together without Robin many times, you both feel the uncomfortable shift in the air.
âHowâd your, uh, date go?â Steve asks, internally cursing himself out.
âIt went good.â you say, sounding unsure. Steve raises an eyebrow at you in question, and you clarify.
âIt went good,â you say, sounding more sure of yourself. âWe had a surprising amount of things in common, and the conversation came really easily. Honestly for a moment it felt like we had known each other for years.â you tell him with a smile on your face as you think back at yesterday.
âOh, thatâs- thatâs good. Youâll probably be going out with him again?â Steve asks, and it may be you going crazy, or did he sound disappointed? Is it bad that that makes you feel happy?
âYeah, we will, I think. Not on another date, though.â you tell him, paying close attention to how Steve reacts. When he keeps a calm composure, just looking confused, you think that maybe you were just crazy.
âWe decided that weâd be better as friends.â you clarify.
âOh, how come? You seem to really like him.â he asks, and you think that this might be your opportunity to tell him how you feel. You pause for a minute, trying to think of the best way to word what you are going to say next.
âI realized that my hearts," you pause, "elsewhere? I do really like him but I didnât think it would be fair to string him along if I wasnât fully in it.â you tell him carefully.
âElsewhere? Like you have feelings for someone?â you nod.
âWhyâd you agree to go out with him if you have feelings for someone else?â
âI donât know, he seemed like a really good guy and I thought maybe iâd be able to get over my feelings but I was wrong.â you tell him, shamefully.
âIt was nice having someone be interested in me." you begin to explain, "I figured since the person that I want to be wonât ever be interested in me, maybe it was time to move on. And it felt nice. Being in love with someone who only sees you as a friend sucks and for a minute I was able to forget about it. I donât want to keep letting him break my heart again.â you explain.
Steve doesnât say anything, he just looks at you as if youâre some difficult math question, and you feel yourself shrinking under his gaze.
âWho are you in love with?â he finally asks.
You open your mouth to respond, and once again, just like the time you were sat beside him in his car, you're unable to get any words out, and a tear slowly falls down your cheek instead.
You went over this conversation many times in your head, preparing how you were going to tell him, but now that it was happening, it all went right out the window.
Steve steps closer to you, and wipes the tear from your cheek, and the action makes you want to cry harder but you force yourself to keep your composure. You tell yourself all you have to do is get this over with, and then you can cry as much as you want.
âHow do you know that he isnât in love with you too? What makes you so certain?â Steve asks, figuring his first question was too difficult for you to answer.
âHe flirts with other girls all the time. And I get friend zoned practically on a daily basis.â You manage to mumble.
âHow do you know he isnât doing what you were trying to do by going on that date? What if he thinks that you donât like him back, and thatâs why he does that?â Steve asks, and you wonder whether thereâs more to what heâs asking. You chalk it up to him just wanting to make you feel better, and sigh.
âI donât know whether this is just Robin getting to my head, but is the guy me?â Steve finally asks.
Your silence is enough of an answer, but then you finally nod your head in confirmation. âItâs okay though, one day I will stop falling in love with you and we can pretend this never happened, some day Iâll find someone who likes me like I like you and we can go back to normal.â
You honestly think at this point youâre more trying to reassure yourself than you are Steve. You reason that heâs the one who made you fall in love with him, so youâre allowed to try to reassure yourself.
âWhat if I donât want you to?â he says, and your eyes go wide, thinking that he has to be messing with you.
âWhat if I donât want you to stop falling in love with me? What if I donât want to pretend like this never happened? What if I donât want you to find someone else? Because you wonât need to, because I do like you like you like me.â he continues, and you shake your head, not believing him.
âLook at me.â he commands softly. Instead of doing what he asks, you stubbornly close your eyes and face your head down, scared to look at him. Scared that if you look at him youâll see that he was joking and youâll be stuck feeling humiliated.
Steve gently brings his hand under your chin and lifts it up so your head is facing him, but you refuse to open your eyes. When you hear him let out a little laugh, you feel glad that you didnât look, fearing the worst.
âHey, look at me, please.â he says, and his begging tone is what makes you finally peak your eyes open.
Steveâs close, closer than you realized, and his eyes are looking right into yours, and you donât see any mocking or teasing looks in his eyes like you expected.
His eyes leave yours, slowly traveling down to your lips. âI can prove it to you if you donât believe me.â
He looks back up at you, silently asking for permission, and all youâre able to say is a breathless âokay.â
He grins, and slowly leans in, allowing you time to change your mind, and when you donât, he finally presses his lips against yours.
Your eyes flutter closed, and his hand that was under your chin comes up to softly cup your jaw, and suddenly all you feel is him.
At this point, the tears that you had trying so hard to hold in finally stream down your face, however this time for an entirely different reason. All the love that you had been suppressing down was finally released, the emotion pouring out of you as you kissed.
Steve pulls away, noticing your tears, and his eyes widen in a panic. When you respond with a laugh, he calms down and wipes your tears.
âI knew it,â he starts. âyou do taste like coffee and pie.â
Youâre both grinning, and he leans down and kisses you again. If you thought the first kiss was a lot, this one nearly knocks you off your feet with the force of passion that he kisses you with.
His hands move down to your waist, pulling you even closer and you let out a squeak of surprise. Your hands move on their own accord to grip at his collar, and the groan he lets out is nearly enough to make you faint.
This time youâre the one to pull away, feeling like youâre about to run out of air, and you both are left flushed and breathing heavily.
The bell on the door chimes, bringing you both out of your daze. Steve sighs and sets off to greet the customer, with a promise that this will be continued later, both of you with a giddy feeling you didnât have at the start of your shift.
#Spotify#steve harrington#stranger things#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x you#steve harrington fanfic#steve harrington fluff#steve harrington friends to lovers#steve harrington one shot#stranger things fanfiction#stranger things fic#robin buckley#steve harrington imagine#steve harrington angst
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loser abby.. i beg and plead
Ê êᎄêÊ 100% projecting here again because i am VERY experienced in being a loser lesbian⊠heh⊠i think loser!abby is more awkward instead of shy (itâs actually canon) so iâm sorry if this gives you a little bit of secondhand embarrassmentâŠ. (i swear hope itâs not too bad)
loser!abby who you first meet in the stadium library. youâve had your eyes on her for a while, sure, but she never talked to anyone. youâve heard through the grapevine that apparently she was single, but for someone who looks that good? you didnât buy it.
you try striking up a conversation with her, just some small talk, but she completely dodges all of your questions about her personal life. instead, she talks your ear off for about an hour about the stadiumâs dogs.
itâs almost painful, the way you nod and smile like you know what sheâs talking about. like the epic time when alice ripped a chunk out of this big guys bicep, or when bear did a backflip for the first time during training. she doesnât even notice that youâve stopped paying attention, completely ignores every flirtatious remark with a âthanks! youâre too sweet.â
she stands up and leaves, saying âanyways, iâd better check on manny. catch ya later!â you sit and stare off into space for a few minutes. what the hell was that? she wonât answer questions about her workout routines or patrol routes, but sheâll sit and jabber about fucking dogs? and âcatch ya laterâ? who the fuck says that anymore?
loser!abby who you see later that night sitting at a cafeteria table laughing and chatting with her friends. her hair is down for once, wet and slightly darkened from her shower. she looks like a fucking goddess like this. she could have any girl in this whole base on their knees in a second, if only sheâd act like it.
you take a seat next to her, deliberately running your hands over her heavily muscled biceps. âhi!â she lights up. âi was just thinking about you.â this almost flusters you. almost. but you know she didnât mean it in a flirtatious way.
abbyâs friends are actually super sweet. they fill you in on any inside jokes you havenât picked up on yet, gossip about stadium drama, laugh at cheesy puns, etc.
youâre having a great time until abby tells one of her own jokes. sheâs laughing so hard she can barely get the words out, and what she manages to say is stupid and nonsensical. you look around at everyone in the group to see if maybe youâre the only one who doesnât get it, but they have the same confused-but-pleasantly-humored look on their faces.
a few more months of this awful one-sided craving continues. well, technically itâs two-sided, but abby never shows it. how were you supposed to know?
she does countless more things to embarrass herself in front of you. some less embarrassing than others, like when she spilled an entire ammo box full to the brim with 1,000 bullets. and some more embarrassing, like when she got so drunk that she couldnât walk straight, and it took 5 people to pick her up and haul her squirming body back to bed. in front of you.
but itâs all so adorable to you. the sweet pink blush that spreads over her cheeks when she realizes that she just ruined the mood for everyone. or the nervous way she twiddles her thumbs before each patrol, fearing sheâll slip up and never come home.
loser!abby who is completely taken aback when you cut the shit and admit that you like her. it goes something like thisâŠ
âoâŠkay? i like you too, thatâs why weâre friends.â
âno, cmon, abby. you know what i meant.â
âyou like me? like that? i donât understand why.â
âbecause! havenât you noticed me flirting with you for the past eight months? you think itâs normal for me to tell you that iâm in love with you? do your other friends do that?â
âwell, no. but i thought you were just being friendly. and donât you think iâm kind of an idiot? why would you wanna be with a loser like me when you could find someone cooler?â
âi donât want someone cooler, abby, i want you.â and you smash your lips against hers before she can respond. she doesnât really know what to do, she just leans in and letâs you take the lead.
when you pull away, sheâs beet red. her eyes are huge andâ is that a tear? your heart swells at this, grabbing her tightly and pulling her into a bear hug.
âi like you, too.â she says. âwhat does this make us?â
you smile and place a small peck on the tip of her nose. âwill you be my girlfriend? or is that too friendly for youâŠâ
#was gonna make this longer but i desperately need to lock in on brat challenge#might continue this tho⊠sheâs such a cutie#abby anderson#abby anderson tlou2#abby anderson x female reader#abby anderson x reader#abby anderson headcanons#abby anderson fluff#abby the last of us#abby tlou
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a different light â max verstappen
max verstappen x fem!reader [6.9k] summary: you werenât just friends. friends didnât touch you the way he did (or the one where max has an epiphany and realizes he's in love with his best friend) warnings: 18+ explicit smut, idiots in love, friends to lovers a/n: idk what it is with me and writing fics at work, but here i am again. i had SO much fun writing this so I hope you enjoy reading this âĄ
Max hadnât experienced many moments where he felt true and utter bliss, especially when he was growing up. His home life made it hard, and heâd rejected any type of positive feelings for a long time until you came along. Youâd been a force to be reckoned with, matching Maxâs energy so well that it wasnât hard to build a solid friendship that would last for as long as it did.
He found comfort in your soft skin, in your reassuring smile. Even in the way your voice would get all high pitched when you told a white lie. Youâd been his one true pillar when his career went from karting to racing, becoming a known household name in the chaos of it all. Youâd kept his feet on the ground when he needed it most, and there was no amount of money to ever repay you for everything youâd done for him, and you vice versa.
So, he found comfort in a lot of things when it came to you. But you, sitting close to him when you had so many seats and chairs to choose from? That was everything.
You had claimed the two-seater for yourselves, but it didnât stop you from snuggling right up to your best friendâs side with his arm around you and your head comfortably resting on his pectoral. It was a common occurence, you so deeply embedded in his arms that it might as well have been a permanent shape of you on his skin. Max had grown up with you, so he'd basically memorized the smell of your shampoo that you'd used since you were fifteen, the freckles and moles on your face and how goosebumps rose on your skin at the slightest cold breeze because that's who you were.
He'd naively thought it to be normal, to be so in tune with his best friend and it wasn't until he'd entered early adulthood and actually spent time with his friends on the grid that he realized that maybe it wasn't usual.
He still remembered the day he'd brought you along for the Baku Grand Prix and you'd mentioned being childhood friends in a passing conversation, registering the sheer looks of confusion coming from his friends. It had made him flush, a little embarrassed and a little confused until Daniel had hooked an arm around his shoulders and murmured I've been going around for three months thinking she was your girlfriend, man.
Max had shoved his friend and pulled a face, the usual âgross, sheâs like a sisterâ phrase on his tongue that he couldnât quite bring himself to say. But it had stuck with him for the rest of that day, and the more he thought about it, the more Daniel was probably right in thinking so.
Max couldn't pinpoint what exactly had shifted after that day, but he knew that something had changed. He became hyper aware of your touches and lingering looks, your ability to flirt but still toe the line of it being a little too inappropriate.
Sharing hotel rooms became weird, and it dawned on Max that maybe the two of you were acting a little too much like a couple when he found himself in bed with you snoring by his side, Daniel's words still haunting him like a ghost at the corner of the king sized bed.
Heâd stared at your face in the dark for an hour, the street lights doing a good job of contouring your face in the dark and heâd felt a knot in his stomach when youâd shifted in your slumber and reached for something. He hadnât realized what you looked for until you placed your hand on his arm.
Not grabbing. Just⊠setting it there like you needed his comfort even in your sleep. Such a simple gesture that had shook your best friend to the core.
The Aussie made it, along with Lando, his life's mission to send looks and make comments after that race weekend in Baku.
That was eight months ago, and they clearly had no intention of stopping as you sat in the backyard of Carlos' family vacation home in Palma de Mallorca, surrounded by drivers and their partners alike. Youâd been there for two days, the relaxation already blanketing your group the more you spent time in the ocean and dozed in the loungers. The nights consisted of card games, drinking games and bonfires until someone had the stupid idea to go for a dip in the sea that just so happened to be in your backyard.
You'd been dozing tonight, finding it hard to stay awake with the way Max's fingers absentmindedly drew patterns up and down your drawn up legs.
The sun had clearly done its number on you during the day, draining every bit of energy youâd had. Heat and humidity always did that to you, so it wasnât a surprise that youâd find the comfort of your best friendâs embrace the moment everyone sat down and curl up much like a cat.
The rhythm of his chest was enough to lull you into a sense of security, watching your group of friends across the table as they played Uno with the occassional accusation and shouts that came with playing the card game.
It had been Charles' idea to play it, clearly wanting to see the world burn as he put a group of competitive people into a game of Uno. It had been great entertainment though, your lips curled into a permanent amused smile as you watched on in silence.
Lando pulled a draw four card, setting it down with a grin and Carlos cursed in Spanish, clearly annoyed as he shoved the curly haired boy. A ripple of laughter tore through the group at the display, and you figured that it wasn't long before the game would dissolve into angry arguments.
"You can't beat the master of Uno." Lando said, clearly looking to agitate the Spaniard as the black haired man picked up an additional four cards to his already stacked hand.
"You've lost the last four games, mate." Charles muttered into his glass, taking a sip of his icy margarita for good measure.
"My luck is turning, mate.â Lando flipped him off, earning laughter from Pierre and George. âGet off my back."
You watched them bicker, thoughts stuttering to a halt when Max shifted beneath you. He drew the hand that had been on your legs up, ruffling your hair gently and you glanced up at him.
"Have you fallen asleep on me yet?" He asked quietly, for your ears only and you grinned sleepily, the perfect picture of comfortable.
âNot yet.â You muttered, covering your mouth as a yawn took you by surprise and Max smiled in amusement.
âDo you wanna go for a walk?â He glanced up at the boys when their voices picked up volume. âGet out before this becomes massacre.â
You laughed, nodding your head in agreement and letting him pull you up. No one really noticed as you slipped away, or if they did, they didnât question it.
The voices of your friends faded into the background the further you got away from the house, grass and gravel transformed into cobblestones leading up to the town and further from the ocean.
âItâs so pretty here.â You mused, looking down the cobbled path, lit up by street lamps. âIâd love to live some place like this, some day.â
Maxâs brows furrowed, following your gaze before looking at you questioningly.
âYou basically do.â He said, humourous lilt to his voice. âMooching off of me, living it up in Monaco.â
It wouldâve made you feel self-conscious and even a little embarrassed if those words had come from anyone else but Max, but youâd been friends for so long that you knew when he was joking and when he was being serious. And in this case, it was the former. It was evident in the teasing smile and his light voice, aside from the fact that heâd always find a way to rebook your flight and beg you to stay for a few more days. As if you hadnât been with him for a week already, as if you didnât attend nearly every race because he claimed that he didnât want anyone else around but you.
You were aware that it wasnât a normal friendship, what the two of you had. And you knew that people thought it to be unbelievable that you werenât romantically involved, some days you questioned that yourself. But that was a whole can of worms that you werenât ready to crack open just yet. It felt too dangerous.
âIâll be out of your hair soon.â You said, voice airy as you tossed your hair over your shoulder and skipped a step forward before turning and walking backwards in front of Max. He arched a confused brow, almost disappearing under his cap and the sight was a little too funny. âAs soon as I find another man to live off of. Preferably handsome and rich.â
You were kidding, obviously, but the thought still made something sour well up in Maxâs throat and he struggled to not frown in annoyance. He looked away, making it seem as if he was admiring the ocean view that he could barely see in the dark, when he was in fact trying to shield his face from your attentive eyes.
âShouldnât be too hard.â He said, cursing himself when his voice shook. It was so minimal though and you thankfully didnât call him out on it. âI mean, look at you.â
There was an awkward silence seeping into the space between you and you tried to maintain the aloof expression on your face but it was hard when your stomach was doing weird flip flops. Look at you.
âAnd also,â Max continued, rushing to fill the silence and break the sudden and rare awkwardness. âYouâve got me as your wingman.â
That made you laugh, and something like relief flooded Maxâs stomach.
âWingman? Right.â You turned, walking ahead of him and the boy frowned at the disbelieving tone in your voice.
âWhat do you mean? Iâm an excellent wingman.â He jogged up to catch up with you, slinging an arm around your shoulders and pulling you in.
It always amused him how you stumbled into his embrace whenever he did that, always so caught off guard but never once doubting that heâd be there to keep you upright. It was his favourite thing to do, mainly because youâd grumble and peer up at him with your eyes and Max would grin like the close proximity didnât make him want to vomit with how much he craved to press his lips to yours. Just to see what itâd be like.
âMax,â you rolled your eyes. âNo one ever dares to approach me when youâre by my side. Youâre like a guard dog.â
âWhat?â He pulled back a little to look at your face, still keeping his arm around you. âIâm not! What the fuck are you talking about?â
âYou scare off every single man!â Your voice went high in amusement and something else that he couldn't put his finger on. At Maxâs furrowed brows, you sucked your teeth in exasperation and continued, âLast weekend, we were out in Monaco, remember? Two guys approached me, and you just magically seemed to show up and stake your claim. You might as well have peed all over me.â
The furrow between Maxâs eyebrows seemed to deepen, feeling a little lost all of a sudden because you sounded genuinely upset and he didnât know what to do with that.
âThat's disgusting. And I wasnât staking anything.â Max grumbled when the silence stretched on. âThey were idiots anyway. Who wears sunglasses inside a club? At night?"
The both of you stared at each other as you walked and you couldnât help but let out a giggle that broke the sudden tension. Just the sound of it made Max relax a little from where he'd suddenly gone tense.
âHe was kind of a loser, wasnât he?â You agreed, because it was true. âBut you still scare every guy off.â
Okay, so maybe he did. And heâd done so unintentionally until last year before his feelings for you started to enter dangerous territory. Whereas before, heâd genuinely think that the guys you dated were total idiots, now heâd find a way to glare and act standoffish until the men took that as a sign and bailed.
âSorry.â He said, but he really wasnât. And you clearly didnât believe he was sincere, judging by the arched brows on your forehead. âWhat? I am.â
You didnât say anything to that, because you werenât really upset about the fact that Max managed to chase men off whenever they got close to you. It was just the fact that he ran them off and then continued to act as if his actions didnât have any hidden motives.
There was clearly something between the two of you, and it scared you but it also made you want more. Max was just too much of a wuss to act out on it, and so were you, in a way.
You didnât know how many hints you could dish out before it got borderline ridiculous. Max didn't need a push, he needed a shove.
The both of you took a walk around the small village before circling back home. A few had retired to bed already, and you found Daniel, Pierre and Lando lounging around by the outdoor fireplace. Lando clocked the both of you walking into the backyard, looking a little suspicious and you shot him a questioning glance.
âWelcome back, children.â The man himself greeted, earning a flick to the head by Max in passing. He yelped, making you laugh as you sat down by Pierre.
âWeâre older than you, idiot.â You pointed out and Max made a hum in agreement, looking around with a small frown.
It was ridiculous how he all of a sudden felt a little lost when you didnât immediately go for a seat that held two people. You always managed to find a seat right next to Max, even going as far as sitting in his lap when he was in a chair; neither of you pointing out the fact that there were other seats to choose from.
But now youâd sat next to Pierre, and he felt something ugly bloom in his chest when the man in question draped a friendly arm over the backrest. You were good friends with the Frenchman, and he had a girlfriend but it still made Max annoyed.
He reluctantly sat in a chair when he realised that heâd lingered for too long, trying to tune into the conversation that had gone on for the whole time heâd gotten lost in his head.
Youâd noticed, of course you had, there was no one as in tune with Max Verstappen as you were. It made you feel a smidge of glee because it was just further confirmation that whatever was going on between the two of you wasnât friends being friends.
And it only seemed to solidify when Max looked your way, a hundred emotions shining in his eyes as he glared daggers at Pierre and his harmless arm. You arched an eyebrow, silently and innocently asking him what was wrong.
You watched Max shift in his seat.
âSo, whereâs Kika, Pierre?â He asked, the question coming out of the blue and you almost rolled your eyes, trying not to react when Daniel and Landoâs conversation trailed off to look at the three of you.
Pierre touched your shoulder with a finger, a tap that conveyed so much and you hid a smile by biting your cheek. Leave it to Pierre to read a room and embody the innocent and clueless man perfectly in order to help you.
âSheâs sleeping.â He replied easily, kindly. âHad a little too much to drink. Which reminds meâŠâ He trailed off and turned his head to look at you. âShe wanted me to remind you of your plans tomorrow.â
âWhat plans?â Max asked before you had a chance to reply.
âWeâre just going to a boutique we came across. It looked cute,â you smiled. âIt was closed when we walked by today. But they had these nice bikinis I wanted to get my hands on.â
Lando looked up at the mention of bikinis, a smarmy smile that told you exactly what heâd say before he even opened his mouth.
âCan I come?â He asked, making Daniel cackle.
You stretched your leg out to kick his shin, grinning at his cheekiness. Lando dodged your kick just barely, a smile of his own stretching his lips.
âYouâre being weird.â Max said, giving the British boy a look that looked an awful lot like a warning. It didnât deter Lando though, not like itâd make a grown man running if it were aimed at a stranger.
The curly haired boy only rolled his eyes, a playful air to him as he glanced between you and Max.
âIâm being weird, sure.â He said. âNot as weird as you two sharing a bed.â
A hot flush traveled up your spine and reached your cheeks when Pierre and Daniel laughed, like they were trying to hold it in but couldnât. You had half a mind to reach over the table and strangle your friend who looked way too smug to have aired out the one thing everyone probably had thought at least once, but never said out loud.
You and Max shared a glance, expecting him to look embarrassed but he looked smug and you didnât know why your stomach rolled at the sight. He looked⊠hot. Confidence had always looked good on Max.
âAt least I have someone to share a bed with, dipshit.â He stretched out his hand to pinch Lando, making everyone laugh. âCanât say the same for you.â
âOh, ha!â Lando raised his voice in a fake laugh, face scrunched up adorably sarcastic. âHa, ha, youâre so funny, Max. Maybe you should consider being a comedian instead of the insufferable driver that you are.â
âMaybe then youâd have a chance to get podium.â Max said around a laugh and it took exactly two seconds before everyone started hollering and cackling, Lando standing up to deliver half-assed punches and nips at the laughing Dutchman who tried to dodge the incoming attacks.
You watched with an amused smile as they scuffled, both red in the face from laughter and shouts. There was no way that they wouldnât end up waking up everyone in the house, so you stood up and ushered Lando away from Max with a laugh.
âYouâre both children.â You pointed your finger at Lando when he took a step back.
âStill more mature than you.â Lando said, not maturely at all and you smiled in amusement.
âThat's a fucking lie, mate.â Daniel scoffed, laughter in his voice and Lando turned around to give him a piece of his mind.
You watched them dish out insults at each other that really sounded a lot like friendly love in disguise, startling a little when you suddenly felt arms circle your waist. A yelp left your lips when you were pulled into Maxâs lap, twisting until you could look at him.
The closeness of his face caught you off guard, the blue in his eyes so striking with the fireplace reflecting in them. You draped both legs over his lap, making yourself comfortable with a shy smile.
âHi.â He greeted you softly once youâd settled down.
âHello.â Your breath stuttered a little when he brushed his fingers against your waist, skin against skin where your tank top had ridden up.
âI think thatâs our cue to go to bed.â Daniel said quietly, but loud enough for you to hear and look at him.
Lando shot him a look, eyebrows raising when both Daniel and Pierre stood up.
âIâm not tired? You go ââ He halted his words when Daniel glared at him. âRight. Whatever.â
The boys stood up, bidding you goodnight and kisses to your head before disappearing inside. You watched them through the sliding doors as they shoved each other and laughed, vanishing around a corner. Max squeezed your side and you glanced at him.
âWhat?â You asked when you spotted the smile that so badly wanted to break out on his face, narrowing your eyes suspiciously.
âYou were trying to make me jealous.â He said, not as a question but as a sure statement. You rolled your eyes and tried to steady your breathing when he leaned forward to nuzzle his face in the crook of your neck, his hot puffs of breath making goosebumps rise on your skin.
You squirmed when his beard tickled you, shoving halfheartedly on his shoulder but he didnât budge. He pressed his lips against your pulse point and you knew that was it; he could definitely feel your racing pulse, there was no way he couldnât.
âWell, it worked.â You replied belatedly, voice a lot weaker and shakier than you wouldâve liked it to be.
Max didnât say anything of it, though you could feel his lips move as he smiled into your throat.
âIt did.â He confessed quietly, feeling your pulse jump beneath his lips. âI wanted to break Pierreâs fingers.â
He touched your shoulder where the Frenchman had previously touched you, like he was wiping off evidence of any man but himself. It made something coil tightly in your stomach, and you struggled to not squirm in your best friendâs lap.
âThat would be unwise.â You whispered, glancing over at the house where there was no sign of life.
You didnât know how youâd explain it away, if someone were to walk back out and find the two of you in this position. You, in his lap with your arm wound around his shoulder and Max under you, pressed so close in every way. It would certainly be hard to convince anyone you were just friends after this.
But you werenât just friends. Friends didnât touch you the way he did, with his hand stroking the skin over your collarbone, trailing a path down the cup of your tank top and feeling the swell of your breast. Your heart was thundering in your chest, eyes locked on his hand as it mapped out every inch of your skin; fingers stroking down between your tits before he opened the palm of his hand to slide it over your ribs, almost cupping your heaving chest. You almost wished that he did, every inch of your body aching to be defiled by the very same man youâd called your best friend for years.
âBreathe.â He murmured against your throat and you realised that youâd been holding your breath, a rush of air escaping your mouth as you willed yourself to relax.
âMax.â Your brows furrowed, arching your back a little and pushing your chest closer to him.
He said your name, the sound of it so beautifully intimate and hot on his tongue that it almost made you whine. Your thoughts were a jumbled mess in your head, making it hard for you to think of anything other than his hand. The very same hand that caressed your ribs, fingers spanning out until he brushed your nipple. You inhaled sharply at the twinge of pain when he went over it again, making out the shape of it through the thin material of your top and circling it teasingly just so he could hear your stuttered and laboured breaths.
âYou sound so pretty for me.â He spoke against your skin, welcoming the twinge of pain when you pulled at his hair slightly.
The whispered compliment lit your body on fire, made your hand tighten in his hair so you could push his face against your neck. He seemed to get the memo, opening his mouth to latch onto the sensitive skin there and suck. The combination of suction and the sharp pain of his thumb and forefinger pinching your nipple made you moan, the loudness of the sound catching you off guard.
âFuck!â You cursed when he rolled the bud between his fingers, enjoying the way you squirmed; like you werenât sure whether to push into or away from him.
You glanced up at the sky, trying to focus on the light of the stars but there was no stopping the way your eyes rolled when he bit into your skin where heâd been sucking a nasty mark into it, flattening his tongue out to lave over it. Almost like he wanted to soothe the sting.
âThis isnât weird, is it?â You asked breathlessly, even though you both knew the answer to that.
âDoes it feel weird?â He countered, pulling away and you blinked down at him; struck by the absolute need in his face.
It was the first time youâd seen his face since you sat down, taking in the saliva on his lip and the blown out pupils. He looked good enough to eat and you couldnât help but lean forward to kiss him, licking into his mouth the way you'd thought of doing for the last year.
He welcomed it with gusto, pulling away for a swift second to gauge your reaction. Max mustâve liked what he saw on your face because he dove right back, claiming your lips in a bruising kiss that had you moaning from your throat.
âBeen thinking about this for a long time now.â Max confessed when you both let up for air, staring at each other through hooded lids and bruised lips.
âMe too.â You said, pushing his hair back softly. âSo long.â
He kissed you again, like he couldnât help it and you let him claim your lips however he pleased before he trailed down your jawline, sucking a few more hickeys down the side of your neck for good measure. You pushed your chest out when he neared the swell of them, watching how he pulled your top down just enough to get a better look at your tits.
Max stared at them, marvelling at the sight before the need to have his mouth on them became too great. A whimper tumbled from your lips when he sucked and licked until your skin turned raw, giving the other nipple the very same treatment.
âOh, what the fuck?â A voice exclaimed and you jumped, turning to shield yourself from whoever had decided to turn up unannounced.
Max hurried to pull up your tank top, shooting you a glance before he leaned to the side and peered around you at the same time you looked over your shoulder. George had his back turned to you, one hand on his waist and face turned toward the sky. You couldnât see his face, but the exasperation was clear as day in his body language.
âYou guys are fucking gross.â He said and you bit your lips together to stop from laughing.
âWhat the fuck do you want, Russell?â Max asked, clearly annoyed that youâd been interrupted and you smoothed a thumb over the crease on his forehead.
âI forgot my phone, asshole.â He replied, agitated. âAre you guys decent?â
âYes, you drama queen.â You rolled your eyes and watched him turn around.
There was a grimace etched on his face as he walked forward, sticking his hand down between the couch cushions until he fished out his phone. George stood upright, and there was a moment of awkwardness as you all looked at each other.
âCongratulations on finally coming to your senses.â He said finally, saluting you and walking backwards. âBut please donât shag on the patio furniture, we still have a week left and I donât think Carlos would like an ass print on the cushions.â
âWhy donât you come over here and kiss my ass?â Max flipped him off with no real heat and you laughed.
âNo thanks,â he grinned as he reached the sliding doors. âIâll leave that to your girl.â
A silence filled the air after George made his exit and you slowly turned around, mentally preparing yourself for the onslaught of prodding questions that would surely come in the morning. George could never keep his mouth shut, enjoying chaos where it wasnât necessary and youâd been friends with everyone long enough to know that it only took one person for word to spread like wildfire.
âIt couldâve been worse.â Max said, whoâd been sitting silently and regarding the faraway look in your eyes. It never ceased to amaze you how easily he could read you.
âDonât remind me.â You widened your eyes at him, a smile overtaking your face when you saw the sparkle of humour in his eyes. âMaybe we shouldâŠâ
You trailed off, hoping heâd take the hint because the sudden embarrassment kept you from finish the sentence. What would you even say? Maybe we should go to bed so we can finish what we started?
Max seemed to pick up what you were putting down, as he always did. He gave you a nod, face soft with reassurance as he cupped your face in his hand, brushing a few strands of your hair away from your face.
âAre we good?â He asked, and you took a good look at him; noting the slight worry in his eyes and you realised that while he was reassuring you, he needed a little reassurance of his own.
You placed a hand over his, giving him a gentle nod with a smile. His eyes fluttered shut when you leaned over to peck his lips, placing a kiss on his stubbled cheek for good measure.
âWeâre more than good.â You gave another nod, climbing out of his lap and reaching both your hands out so he could grab them. âTake me to bed, Max.â
He made a show of groaning loudly until you laughed, hauling him up and dragging him across the lawn. You preened under his wandering hands as he crowded your space from behind, plastering his front to your back and winding his arms around you.
âStop that.â You hissed when he buried his face in the crook of your neck, making loud and lewd noises until it tickled you.
âBut youâre so soft.â He complained, sliding both hands up your sides and under your top, fingers grazing your under boob.
You squirmed but made no real effort to push him away, opening the sliding doors and walking inside with a little difficulty. The both of you got as far as the living area before Max turned you around and kissed you, rendering you useless to stop him or protest. You could feel his mouth stretch into a smirk, like he knew what he was doing and you didnât have the heart to make any effort to scold him even as he backed you into the sofa. A loud yelp left your lips when the backs of your knees hit the sofa, accompanied by his startled shout when you both went tumbling down on the furniture with him over you.
âThat wasnât nearly as sexy as they make it out to be in the movies.â You complained, watching Max smile down at you. He adjusted the both of you until you had your legs around him, testing the waters by grinding down on you and your mouth dropped open when you felt the hardness of his cock against your crotch. âOh, hello.â
Max exhaled, like he was relieved to finally take some pressure off by grinding against you and you angled your hips to meet his thrusts, keeping your eyes on his to watch as his face went through a hundred of different emotions. You were struggling though, the rough denim of his shorts against your cotton ones felt deliciously nice and it was becoming increasingly harder to keep quiet.
âIâd sometimes lie awake and imagine what youâd sound like.â Max murmured quietly, teeth bearing down on his lower lip when you gripped his shoulders a little harder. He ground down, listening to you whine high in your throat. âIâd fantasise what you looked like when you came.â
You dug your heels into his ass, silently telling him to keep going because a few minutes more of his incessant thrusting and heâd have you coming. Max kissed down your jawline, sucking tiny little marks into the skin that he knew youâd give him shit for when your mind had cleared, but it was the thought of your friends seeing your bruised skin that worked him up into a frenzy. He wanted, needed to show everyone that you were his. Fuck Pierre and his wandering hands, and Daniel whoâd smugly smiled at him from across the paddock all those times.
Heâd show them.
âYou gonna make that reality, my love?â He was getting close, voice losing its edge as he spoke the words into your clavicle. He bit the thin skin there until you keened, digging your blunt nails into his shoulders. âGonna show me what you look like when you come?â
âYes, yes, yesâŠâ your words were becoming jumbled, making these high noises from your chest that seized Max by the throat.
He didnât think you were even aware of how loud you were becoming, but heâd be damned to stop you. It reminded him of the same noises youâd make when youâd take a quick dip into a cold ocean and heâd splash you just for the sake of it. Youâd make this high pitched, whiny noise like the chill of the water took your breath away. It was mesmerising and so fucking hot that Max couldnât help but grind down one last time and shoot off into his shorts, a throaty moan in your ear that sent you over the edge as well.
He forced himself to watch your face as it scrunched up, mouth hanging open as you gasped for breath, body seized up beneath him as you both ground against each other in an effort to bring you back down from your highs.
âFuck, this is gross.â Max scrunched his nose up as he looked down between you. You peered down with a breathless giggle, noting the spot in his shorts that had seeped onto yours.
He looked up at you at the sound of your laughter, face relaxing when he saw your smiling eyes and hot cheeks. The sun had been good to you, kissing your skin so beautifully that he hadnât been able to tear his eyes away from you for a second since you got here.
âI canât believe we just humped like a couple of teens.â You said it with laughter in your voice, but Max could spot the shy tilt of your brows and there was something oddly endearing about it. "In Carlos's family home." You said the last part in a mortified whisper, like the reality of it was dawning on you.
âShouldâve done that sooner.â He joked and you laughed, slapping his shoulder.
Max dropped his weight on you as sudden exhaustion seeped into his body, and you grunted. You wound your arms around him though, ignoring the messes youâd made between you for the sake of a cuddle. Your fingers drew little patterns on his back, like you knew Max loved, and he almost purred at the feeling.
âWe should probably go to bed.â You said quietly.
âYeah.â He said, but neither of you made any effort to move.
The grandfather clock was ticking away in the corner, almost like background music, and you were almost lulled to sleep by Maxâs steady breathing. Your eyes opened when he suddenly moved above you, having sensed that you were two seconds from falling asleep when your hands stopped moving on his back.
âOkay,â he sighed heavily and stood up with a grimace, wobbling a little. You smiled slowly when he offered you his hands, pulling you up. âTime for bed.â
âIâm getting dĂ©jĂ vu.â You referred to an hour ago when youâd declared bedtime, only to end up a few meters away on the couch instead.
Max laughed, pulling you along toward the stairs and guiding you down a narrow hallway.
The morning after went as well as youâd imagine, waking up with Max snoozing quietly on his stomach with his hands shoved underneath the pillow. Youâd ghosted a kiss on his cheek before getting up to get ready for the day. Sharing a room with Max during all the years had made you stealthy enough to perform your routines without him waking up, but it could also be because he slept like a rock and not even pans and pots in the hands of Lando and Daniel could bring him out of his dead sleep.
âGood morning, sunshine.â Daniel greeted you when you stepped foot into the kitchen, pulling everyoneâs eyes toward you and you smiled awkwardly.
âHi? Hey.â You carefully avoided Georgeâs eyes as you walked around the counter, patting Heidi on the back in a silent greeting.
The look she gave you had your hackles rising a bit, but you pushed the paranoia away because surely George hadnât gone and blabbed already? It was only - you looked at the clock - nine in the morning. Christ.
Charlotte handed you a mug of steaming coffee and you wordlessly took it, taking a small sip. âThank you.â
Conversation picked back up again as you went on the hunt for toast, popping them in the toaster and pouring another cup of coffee for Max whoâd probably woken up by now. Francisca talked about the boutique youâd be going to, waving Pierre off with a playful hand when he tried to invite himself into your girls day.
There was a slight lull in the chaos of three conversations happening in the space of the kitchen, and it wasnât hard to figure out that Max had finally joined the party. You turned your head and almost smiled at his hair, wet from a shower and sticking up in all directions. He looked sleepy still, a little bleary eyed but he still managed to find you in the gaggle of people.
It warmed your heart a lot more than youâd like to admit when you watched his eyes light up as they settled on you, murmuring good morningâs and patting backs as he made a beeline for you.
You smiled at him. âMorning.â
Max accepted the mug of coffee you handed him, kissing your cheek in thanks and you leaned into it automatically. It was scary how fast youâd gotten used to his affection, but it felt so natural that you couldnât bring yourself to question it.
âYou look beautiful.â He complimented you, hand finding the hem of your dress to pluck at it with his fingers.
It was a plain old summer dress in white, one youâd worn a couple of times but it was Maxâs favourite piece. It made your legs look amazing, and he was slightly mourning the thought of having to let you go out with the girls and not being able to ogle you openly.
âThank you.â You smiled up at him.
âIs anyone gonna address the elephant in the room?â Lando spoke out, bringing the both of you out of your bubble youâd managed to create.
You turned around to look at the nosy group, rolling your eyes at your friend.
âIsnât it clear?â Pierre balled up leftover bread from a loaf and chucked it at the Brit from across the table.
Charles frowned, glancing at you before looking over at his girlfriend who was smiling a little too brightly for your liking.
âAm I missing something?â Charles narrowed his eyes and looked at you. âI feel like Iâm missing something.â
âYouâre not.â You said, playfully glaring at your friends. âTheyâre just being idiots.â
George coughed, dodging an incoming slap to the arm from Carmen. Just that one gesture let you know that Carmen was aware of what had happened last night.
âTell that to Carlosâ furniture.â He muttered but it was enough for Carlos to look up, frown deep in his face as his round eyes looked between George, you and Max.
âWhat?â He asked, confusion lacing his voice. âWhat did you say?â
Max coughed, hiding a laugh as he turned around to pick up his mug of coffee. You shot Kika a look that screamed help me and she didnât even hesitate to hop up from the barstool and nod at the girls.
âEveryone ready?â She asked, earning a few replies as they gathered up their things for a day in town. "Vamos."
You watched in amusement before turning to Max, not really in the mood to leave him and he seemed to share those feelings, judging by the look on his face. His eyes flickered across your face, like he was trying to memorise it and you leaned into him.
âIâll see you later?â He asked, like it was ever a question, watching you nod. He handed you the toast youâd prepared, giving you a look. âEat up before you go.â
You tried to act like that small gesture didnât make your heart absolutely crumble into ashes, not having the strength to refrain yourself from standing on your toes to press a kiss to his mouth.
âWhat the fuck?â Came Charlesâ voice from somewhere and you laughed into Maxâs lips before pulling back.
Max gave your behind a small pat and you turned around to leave the kitchen, thinking that you couldnât wait to be back home.
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Something In Your Mouth
Summary: whatâs a little night out if not for a bit of teasing fun with your dadâs best-friend?
Warnings: 18+ minors dni, mentions of alcohol, age gap (Joelâs age unspecified), oral (m receiving), unprotected p in v (do better!!), edging, orgasm denial, forced orgasm (kinda), use of good girl etc, mild humiliation / degrading. idk i feel a lil unhinged with this one besties.
Characters: dbf!joel miller x (f) reader
Word Count: 5.3k
You pressed your glossy lips together to ensure that the hot pink covered every area of your pout and you smiled at your friend in the reflection of your bedroom mirror.Â
âGirl, Iâm telling you⊠Tonight is the night that I finally fuck Joel Miller.â You smirked, taking the bottle from your friend, Sashaâs hands and taking a long swig of the warming liquor.
âHa! Yeah right⊠Are we on about the same Joel Miller here? Your dadâs friend, the single father himself and whatâs that? Oh yeah, heâs ancient, old enough to be your own dad! He wonât touch you, jailbait, give up.â She laughed again as your flipped her off.
âSash, I am in my mid-twenties, closer to thirty than I am twenty. Not to mention, Iâm hot okay?! There are worse women Joel could sleep with. Iâm just saying⊠I think itâs a good idea. I just get big dick energy from him yâknow? I mean, have you seen his hands?! His fingers. I actually feel like if I donât have him soon, Iâm gonna go legally insane.â You huffed.
Sasha shook her head as you stood from your bed to get changed. You flung your comfy t-shirt and shorts into your friendâs direction and grabbed the outfit you had hung on your door. Tonightâs attire was an ensemble of a black leather skirt, hot pink tank top and your trusty platform Doc Marten boots.
âBe fucking real right now, that is not your underwear of choice for the evening!â Sasha all but screeched as she caught a glimpse of your undergarments as you began changing your outfit.
âWhat?!â You asked with feign innocence.
âYouâre wearing a hot pink thong with matching bra. Please tell me this is not for Miller.â She sighed with exasperation, pinching at the bridge of her nose.
âMaybe it is⊠but hey, if Joel doesnât want some tonight Iâm sure some other lucky guy will appreciate the efforts I have gone to.â You shrugged, winking at your friend. âNow, how âbout you quit your judging and get changed so we can get to the bar! The girls are meeting us there.â
Sasha groaned with effort as she stood and joined you in getting changed.
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The bar was busy, you were meeting your friends there to celebrate your upcoming birthday which meant your father was going to be there and in turn, so was Joel. You werenât a complete idiot, you knew that trying to get with Joel was a huge risk for you both; if your father ever found out, you would most likely be forbidden to ever leave your apartment ever again and well, you couldnât even imagine what your dad would do to Joel.
Which also meant you had to be calculated with how you went about it; no blatant flirting or teasing in front of your dad, you had to play your cards right, keep them close to your chest.
As soon as you and Sasha arrived into the dimly lit bar, your friends herded over to you and enveloped you in a big hug. You squealed with delight and greeted them all individually before your dad walked over, with the older Miller in tow close behind.
âThereâs my princess, happy early birthday, sweetheart.â Your dad beamed, hugging you and kissing your temple.
âThanks dad, and thanks for actually showing up! I know hanging out with us girls isnât at the top of your Friday night agenda. Same for you Joel, thanks for coming.â You smiled bashfully at him before he closed the space between you both and gave you a quick squeeze.
Your head span and you could feel your heart threatening to beat right out of your chest, his heady cologne drowning your senses and driving you mad. It was an immediate effect and you couldnât stop the way your core throbbed at the contact.
âGotcha a drink darlinâ. Happy early birthday.â He flashed a smile in your direction and gave you a glass filled with amber-coloured liquid. âYes, itâs our favourite. Southern Comfort and lemonade.â
You grinned at him and took a swig of the drink gratefully, just as you turned to talk to your father again, you were almost certain you could feel Joelâs eyes raking over your body with hunger.
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As the night wore on, the drinks flowed and the laughter grew rowdier and louder as the music in the bar was turned up. You were dancing with a couple of your friends, every now and then your eyes would catch Joelâs; he sat at the bar talking to your dad and nursing his whiskey.
âSash, did you see the way he keeps looking at me? And earlier? Please tell me you saw that!â You whined.
âUgh. God. I hate to feed your delusions but I did see it and I see it now. Even with your back turned, heâs watching you. Fuckinâ weird and intense, itâs like a predator with his prey. Waiting to strike.â She huffed, voice just loud enough for you to catch over the pop music playing.
âOkay⊠But why is that hot as fuck?â You laughed, throwing your head back as your danced. âI just need my dad to clear off, I love him but I canât hit on his friend when he right there. That would be weird.â
You carried on dancing, with your friends and even with a couple of men when they tried it; you couldnât help but notice the way Joelâs stare seemed to intensify when any man came near you, it made you smile to know that he was watching you.
One particular man caught your attention, he was similar to you in age, as far as you assumed and he was handsome, definitely easy on the eyes but nowhere near anywhere as good as Joel. He smirked at you from the bar and closed the distance between you until his hand was on your hip and he was dancing with you. You smiled sweetly at him, peering up at him through your lashes as you brought your thumb up to your glossy lips to suck on it seductively. You flashed a glance over to Joel who looked like he was ready to kill.Â
Bingo. You thought to yourself and danced with the handsome male in front of you, the music boomed and you swayed your hips against him, you span yourself around so you could press your ass to his crotch and you smirked over at Joel once again who was now alone at the bar. Your fingers clutched your glass as you wrapped your lips around the thin, red straw and sucked up the cool drink.Â
Joel quirked a brow at you, with a look that you couldnât quite place, it seemed to settle somewhere between lust and utter disdain for you. You gave him a little wave and turned back to face the man you were dancing with, you looped your arms loosely around his neck and continued to dance along to the loud music.Â
The nameless man leant down and whispered into your ear, the music distorted his voice but he said something about leaving with him which caused you to giggle. You got up onto your tiptoes to whisper back into his ear but felt a foreign hand pressed against the small of your back. The guy you were just dancing with backed away with his hands held up in innocence.Â
âHey!â You turned around with a deep frown. âOh⊠hey, Joel.â You smiled.
âYour daddy left a little while ago, he saw you dancing and didnât want toâŠÂ disturb since you seemed busyâŠâ He scoffed.Â
âWell I was a lil busy, and now heâs gone. Whatcha want?â You huffed.Â
âDonât fuck around, little girl. We both know what youâre playinâ at.âÂ
âWhat?!â You asked with feigned innocence.
âDarlinââ he warned lowly in your ear, his voice sending shivers through you. âYouâre out here, shakinâ your ass for everyone.â
âAnd? Last time I checked, Iâm single, of age and having a bit of fun. Is that not allowed, Mr Miller? Not even on my birthday?â You asked sweetly, batting your eyelashes at him.Â
Joel scoffed and rolled his eyes at you, this fake-innocence crap wasnât getting anywhere with him and he knew you were doing it to get a reaction from him.Â
âYouâre being a little tease, darlinâ and I think you know it.â He growled, his voice low in your ear.Â
You swallowed roughly, even with the drinks you had, your mouth suddenly felt impossibly dry with nerves. You shook your head to Joel and he just chuckled.Â
âNo, no⊠You know what youâre doing, I know youâve been trying to get my attention all night and well, congrats. Youâve got my attention. So what now? What do you want, hm?â He asked, leaning back to gauge your reaction.Â
âI â I, I want -â You stumbled over your words dumbly, without a coherent sentence forming.Â
âHm?â He hummed, he took your hand and trailed it down his hard chest, down his stomach and let it graze across his crotch.Â
Even with barely touching him, you could feel the hard length of his cock through the rough material of his worn jeans. You pushed your legs together in the vain hope of staving off the throbbing between them, you could feel your panties get slick as you imagined sinking to your knees and sucking Joel.Â
âFunny, you seemed to be playing the big girl earlier, princess. Dancing with anyone, swinging your ass and hips for them. Whatâs the matter? Cat gotcha tongue now?â He smirked, his voice a soft coo in your ear.Â
âI want you to fuck me.â You blurted out, unceremoniously and immediately, your cheeks burned with embarrassment. âI mean, I uh â ignore me. Iâm gonna go find my friends.â You muttered.Â
Joel shook his head and held onto your elbow roughly. âCome home with me then, darlinâ. My truck is parked out back.â
âYouâve been drinking, Iâve had some drinks. One, I donât wanna die in your rust-bucket truck and two, this is stupid. Iâm being stupid.â You spoke quickly.Â
âFirstly, Iâm gonna ignore you just called my truck a rust-bucket, thatâs a whole other conversation and two, Iâve had two drinks, perfectly fine to drive. And as long as youâre sober enough to consent, and you do wanna do this. I think itâs a wonderful idea. Maybe just donât tell your daddy.â He laughed.Â
You nodded dumbly, words failing you once again and let yourself be led out of the bar by Joel; you briefly shot a look behind you and for a second, you caught eyes with Sasha who just smirked at you as you left.Â
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Joel opened the truck door for you to climb in, you grabbed the handle on the side and hauled yourself in; knowing your skirt would rise and give Joel a quick glimpse of your skimpy fabric.Â
Joel had to all but bite back a groan as he saw the flash hot pink, the curve of your ass just enveloping the lace as you sat down.Â
âFucking hell.â He cursed as he closed the door to his truck and went to the drivers side. âYou really are a naughty little tease, arenât you?â He laughed.Â
You shrugged at him with a sheepish smile; in truth you werenât always this bad but tonight it got you exactly what you wanted and you couldnât bring yourself to care.Â
Joel started his truck and within seconds of driving down the road, you reached your hand across the bench to palm at his cock; your delicate fingers wrapped around his half hard length through his jeans and you couldnât help but shiver in anticipation.Â
He felt thick, even when only half hard and your mouth watered at the thought of his thick cock hitting the back of your throat.Â
âImpatient much?â Joel laughed, flashing a quick smirk in your direction.Â
âI need to taste you, like, immediately.â You hummed, you knew it sounded cringey and cliche but you needed it more than you could comprehend.Â
âMaybe letâs wait until we are back at mine â fuck â.â Joel cursed as your fingers quickly undid his jeans and dipped into the waistband of his boxers, albeit a little awkwardly.Â
âIâm sat here, and Iâm wet. Iâm talking, on the verge of dripping onto my thighs. I want you. In a way Iâve never wanted a man before so⊠how about you let me get you warmed up so when we get back to yours, you can have your way with me.â You reasoned, your voice blunt.Â
Joel couldnât argue with that reasoning so he gently lifted his ass off the seat to allow you easier access to pull his thick cock out from his boxers. Your fingers expertly wrapped around his length and you marvelled at the fact your finger tips barely met. You stroked his shaft a few times as you felt him fully harden under your touch.Â
You couldnât help but giggle; it was immature and girlish but in this moment, you felt giddy. You awkwardly repositioned yourself so you could duck your head down and suck the tip of his cock into your wet mouth.Â
Joelâs fingers tensed on his steering wheel, you could hear the squeak of the leather protest under his grasp as you wrapped your mouth around the male fully and sank your head down, enveloping him further.Â
You kept a hand wrapped around the base of his cock and bobbed your head slowly, a soft moan being muffled by the fullness in your mouth.Â
Above you, Joel groaned deeply as your tongue swirled around the tip and you grazed your teeth gently against his frenulum.Â
âOh fuck!â Joel cursed out, one hand coming down to grip into your hair tightly; he couldnât help the way his hand pushed your head down further. âYou look so good with my cock in your mouth. Fuck.â He praised, brushing some hair away so he could catch a better glimpse of the sight below him.Â
You hummed in appreciation as you bobbed your head, your hand moving in perfect synchronicity with your skilled mouth. You removed Joelâs cock with a loud pop and you smirked at the male. You moved to kiss at his neck and your teeth grazed over his ear.Â
âTastes better than any sucker Iâve ever had.â You purred, your voice low and sultry.Â
âYouâre trouble.â Joel stated with a soft groan as your lips continued to kiss down his neck and your head travelled down south once more. âBut you look so much cuter with something in your mouth, thatâs its princess.â He cooed as your mouth sank around his cock once more.Â
The drive back to Joelâs was a short one, even if he did contemplate driving around the block a couple more times just so he could feel your mouth around him for longer.Â
Joel pulled into his drive, by this point you were sat up right and running a thumb along your bottom lip to tidy up your lip gloss. Joel tucked himself back into his jeans haphazardly before turning off the ignition to his truck.Â
âInside, quickly. I donât need the neighbours seeing me bringing you home. You know how rumours spread âround here.â He mumbled and it was true, most people knew Joel and they in turn, knew your father. You could almost heard the whispers that would spread around this part of town if they caught wind of what you were doing with Joel.Â
You hopped out his truck and walked to his front door ahead of him, making sure to keep a clear distance from the older male; no matter how hard your fingers were itching to explore his body.Â
Joel held onto the small of your back as he quickly unlocked his front door and ushered you into the familiar space.Â
âUpstairs. You know where my room is.â He stated bluntly as he removed his boots.Â
You nodded without another word and silently went up the stairs; you may have been playing the confident card in the truck but now that you were here, now that you were in his house, your hands were shaking with nerves and anticipation.Â
Joel entered the room a mere few seconds later and he smiled at you.Â
âSo youâre not that much of a little brat that you can follow basic instructions.â He cooed.Â
You nodded, biting on your lip as you watched Joel effortlessly remove his t-shirt. Just as you pictured it; his chest was tanned and peppered with soft white hair. Further down his stomach as a groomed line of dark hair that disappeared under his waistband.Â
âWhatâs the matter, little girl? Not so brave now?â He smirked, closing the distance between you to hold your chin roughly between his finger and thumb.Â
He ducked his head down and kissed you roughly; it was an unceremonious clash of tongues as you kissed him back with intense fervour.Â
âThatâs what I thought.â He whispered against your lips and let go of your face. âTake off your clothes. Leave on your underwear, I wanna be the one to remove that from you.â He commanded, kicking off his own jeans and sitting on the edge of his bed.Â
You suddenly felt self conscious, you could feel the burn of his gaze as you stood in front of him. You turned your back to him as you slowly undid the zip on your skirt and bent down to remove it.Â
Behind you, Joel had pulled his cock from his boxers and was stroking himself as you removed your clothes. Once your shirt was removed, you span back round to face the male and gently crossed your legs as you watched him.Â
âFucking look at you.â He groaned, as his cock gently fucked into his fist. âThought about your body so many times, knew I shouldnât. Knew it was wrong but look at you, câmhere.â He mumbled.
You felt your cheeks burn in embarrassment at his confession; it soothed your nerves as you realised the attraction was mutual between you both. Joel sat back a little and tapped his lap; you got the idea quickly and straddled him.Â
You cock feel his swollen cock rub against your clothes heat and you whined weakly at the contact.Â
âPlease donât tease me.â You whispered, looping your arms around his neck as Joelâs hands settled onto your soft hips.Â
ââM not gonna tease youâŠâ he smirked, his eyes lit with mischievous intent. âBut I bet you could cum just from rubbing yourself on my cock. Since you seemed to want it so bad at the bar, trying to get my attention. Well guess what, little girl, you got it. Now keep it.â He hummed.Â
âJoel ââ you protested, to which he raised a brow at you in question.Â
You pushed your hips forward so the tip of Joelâs cock nudged your damp panties, it nudged your clit and you gasp as you began to rut your hips back and forth.Â
âSuch a needy little girl, arenât you? So needy for your daddyâs best friend that youâll rub against his cock like a good little bitch.â He cooed, holding your cheek tenderly as his condescending words fuelled your hips to move faster.Â
âNot enough.â You whimpered, your hands scratching at Joelâs back for more leverage. âNeed you in me, please. I need to feel your fingers inside of me.â
Joel smirked and pressed two digits into your mouth without warning; you quickly sucked them in, your tongue swirled around them until they were coated with your saliva.Â
âIs that what you mean, princess? My fingers are inside of you.â
You shook your head no as your hips moved desperately, the hot pink fabric of your lace thong was ruined; it was dark in colour as your arousal soaked the fabric.Â
âThen what is it you mean? Tell me what you want.â Joel said quietly, removing his fingers from your mouth. A long ling of spittle keeping you connected to the older male.Â
âNeed your fingers in my pussy; need to feel them inside of me as I cum. P-please.â You whined, your voice sounded wrecked already as your hips stuttered against Joelâs cock.Â
Joel dipped his fingers into the front of your lace panties, they were slick from your spit and they glided through your wetness with ease.Â
He let out a moan as he felt your wetness soak his fingers further; his fingers circled around your clit with skill and your mouth fell agape with intense pleasure.Â
You screwed your eyes shut as his fingers sped up to rub over your clit.Â
âOh thatâs it, good girl. So wet for me, arenât you? This all for me?â He hummed.Â
You nodded, as your back arched away from the man so he could gain better access to your front. Joel continued to speed his fingers up; he watched your every movement; every heave of your chest, every gasp or twitch of your arm and he knew you were getting close.Â
âTell me when youâre going to cum.â Joel whispered, dropping his head down to kiss at your bra-clad chest.Â
âIâm close, Joel. So fucking close.â You whimpered, you were barely making a noise.Â
âThatâs it, atta a girl.â Joel praised.Â
âI â Iâm gonna, Iâm gonna, fuck!â You screeched, the raw noise ripping from your throat as Joel removed his fingers from your panties at precisely the wrong moment.Â
He smirked at you, his mannerism teasing and cruel.Â
âWhat the fuck?â You squeaked, your eyes wide and your chest still heaving.Â
âWell I didnât say you were going to cum, did I?â Joel stated.Â
âPlease.â You pleaded, your eyes searching for mercy in him.Â
âLay down on the bed for me.â Joel whispered, tapping your ass gently.Â
You felt dumb, your body was tingling all over from the overstimulation and lack of orgasm and you moved without knowing how you were doing it. You laid down onto Joelâs bed, your back resting up against his pillows.Â
It took everything in you to not turn your head into the soft pillows, breathe in his scent and fuck yourself right there. You felt like a horny teenager who couldnât ever satisfy themself.Â
Joel fully kicked off his boxers and knelt beside you, he motioned his finger in an upwards movement and you sat up for him. Quickly, he removed your bra and your chest gently fell from the hot pink fabric. He gently pushed you back onto the bed and then worked to remove your panties, they too were discarded with the rest of your clothes on the floor.Â
âNow, where were we?â Joel smirked before he trailed his fingers back between your legs.Â
Instinctively, you spread them for him as he worked over your clit again; within seconds, the pressure was there once again and you tightly gripped at the sheets below you.Â
âJoel ââ you whined. âPlease. Please, I am begging you, please let me cum.â
âNow whereâs the fun in that, little girl?â He murmured menacingly.Â
You closed your eyes and willed yourself to not burst into tears there and then; the pleasure you were feeling was intense, Joelâs fingers moved expertly to bring you close to your orgasm and then there was the humiliation of him denying you the thing you wanted most.Â
Joel was watching you intensely, he was picking up on every little micro movement your body made or didnât make, he was calculating when to stop his movements or when to speed them up. Bringing you right up to the edge, almost letting you peer over it but then pulling you right back again; never quite letting you topple into ecstasy.Â
He had done this three or four times now and the noises that left your body no longer sounded like your own; they were wrecked sobs of desperation as your arousal coated your thighs and left a wet spot behind in your wake. You could barely remember your own name or where you were anymore; Joel had messed with your mind.
âPlease.â You pleaded to Joel, looking up at him with wide eyes. âPlease let me cum, I canât â I canât take anymore.â Your eyes were glassy with tears at the intensity of Joelâs actions and your own frustration as you experienced another ruined orgasm.
You knew if you really wanted this to stop, you could stand up, get dressed and walk away but you didnât want that. Joel Miller had rotted your brain and you were fixated under him, completely at his will.Â
Joel smirked at you again, that same look he kept giving you; it was smug, it was infuriating and it turned you on even more.Â
âLook at you, princess. Youâre a mess.â He whispered, his spare hand brushing a strand of hair away from your features. âSo wet and messy for me, hm? Are you sure you can even cum now? Do you know what to do?â
You nodded eagerly at the older male, your eyes pleading silently as your mouth was hung open in constant pleasure.Â
Joel didnât say a word, instead he sunk two fingers into your hole without warning; his thumb circled your clit with intense pressure. It was like a million sparks erupted throughout your body; your back arched off the bed, your thighs fell open even further and your walls clenched around Joel tightly.Â
You could feel yourself flutter and pulsate around the manâs digits as you came. Your eyes were screwed shut and your mouth was open, not a single sound fell from your parted lips apart from the start of a strangled moan. The pleasure, the pure ecstasy, was too intense for you to make a single sound.Â
Joel pumped his fingers quickly, watching as you came on them.Â
âThatâs it, fuck. So good. Give me another one.â He growled, his arm shaking as he pumped his fingers even faster inside of you; his thumb pass over your clit with each thrust of his digits.Â
You honestly didnât know if you could give him another; your body was shaking as you laid there and took what Joel was giving to you. It was intense and never before had you had such a strong orgasm; there were still white flecks dancing around in your vision as your body built up to another orgasm.Â
Your fingers were clawing at Joelâs arm and you were sure that you had broken his skin as you came on his fingers; there was no telling what would happen when he ripped another orgasm from you.Â
âBe a good girl and then Iâll give you my cock, come on, princess. I know you can give me another one. I know youâre good enough for that.â He whispered. âLook at what youâre doing to me, baby girl. Look at my cock, itâs leaking for you. So good.â
You peered between your bodies and saw the head of Joelâs cock, it was flushed and there was a dribble of precum falling from the tip and collecting onto the sheets below.Â
âKi-kiss me.â You managed to squeak out, your voice shaking as you looked at the older male.Â
He smiled and happily obliged, your lips met in a sloppy kiss as you felt your body shake more intensely. The tight coil in the pit of your stomach snapped once more and another intense orgasm rippled through you like a shockwave.
âGood. Good girl.â Joel praised against your lips as he worked you through your orgasm.Â
He pulled his fingers from your hole and rubbed them speedily across your clit, you let out a yelp at the overstimulation and gripped Joelâs arm tightly for leverage.Â
âIâm gonna ââ you managed to call out before he felt yourself gush onto the sheets below you.Â
âOh fuck.â Joel moaned, his cock jumping with arousal as you squirted onto his hand.Â
âIâm so, fuck ââ you breathed shakily and held yourself up onto your elbows, tears staining your cheeks from the intense pleasure. âJoel, Iâm so sorry. Fuck, let me clean up. Fuck.â You cursed, your body shaking as you went to sit up.Â
Joel chuckled and gently pushed your shoulder back onto the bed with a shake of his head.Â
âSo sexy. Have you ever squirted before?â He asked, finally removing his hand from your throbbing pussy.Â
You shook your head and he just grinned at you boyishly.Â
âThatâs even hotter, how did it feel, princess? Did you like it?â He asked softly, his fingers tracing soft patterns across your tummy.Â
You blushed at his words and gently cleared your throat. âI did like it, I didnât⊠well I didnât know I could actually cum that hard. It was intense but amazing.â You said softly, looking up at Joel through your lashes.Â
âIâm glad.â He smiled. âLook, we donât have to â well, yâknow, we donât have to have sex. If youâre too stimulated or whatever. I can sort myself out.â
You quickly shook your head and pulled him closer to your naked body.Â
âNo!â You said quickly. âI mean, I am a little over stimulated right now but please, I need to feel your cock in me.â
Joel didnât need to be told twice and he roughly flipped your body over so your face was against the bed. You gasped under the male, surprised by his strength. Behind yourself, you could feel Joel moving, positioning himself so his cock was nudging against your entrance.Â
He thrust forward, filling you once again; you were all-consumed with just Joel. The heady scent of him lingered on the bellows below your face, you cunt ached with lingering pleasure of your orgasms and now, you could feel his large hands gripping your hips tightly as he fucked into you with fervour.Â
âThatâs it, sweet girl, taking me so well. So good.â Joel mewled, the praise sending heat through your body once more.Â
Your fingers clung to the soft fabric of the sheets below you, and you couldnât help the soft moans that escaped your lips as Joel fucked you.Â
âSo good. F-faster.â You whimpered.Â
Joel obliged, he sped his hips up and dug his fingers into your hips so hard you felt as if you were going to have bruises there for days.Â
Joelâs hips began to stutter, his groans grew deeper and you clenched around him, trying to bring him closer to filling you.Â
âSuch. A. Good. Little. Girl.â Joel groaned, each word accentuated by a deep thrust. âThis is my cunt now, got it? Hm. All mine. Fuck, youâre so good for me.â
You nodded under him with a soft moan as he bottomed himself out in you, his cock impossibly deep as you felt it twitch before he coated your insides with his hot cum. You whined at the sensation and felt yourself flutter around his pulsing cock instinctively.Â
âShit.â He groaned, giving one final sloppy thrust before we collapsed down onto the bed beside you with his chest heaving deeply.Â
You followed suit, your body finally giving out from under yourself; you grimaced as your body touched the soaked patch on the bed and you began to feel Joel leak from inside of you.Â
ââM a mess but so tired.â You yawned, scrunching your face in disgust.Â
âLet me clean you up.â Joel whispered, stroking your cheek.Â
He let out a grunt as he climbed off the bed, his limbs aching from the effort. He scooped your body from the mattress and carried you to the bathroom where he sat you in the bath. He turned the shower on and you hummed as the warm water hit your body, not caring your hair and makeup would be a mess.Â
Joel climbed behind you and gently rubbed your shoulders as the warm water washed away the messes you both made.Â
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A/N: my requests are open again, I canât promise Iâll always write them really quickly but please send me any ideas of stuff u wanna read <3 love u all <3
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INFATUATED | AETHER
i. summary mutual pining but aether is a tease and you're an idiot
ii. tags 1.5k words, aether helplessly in love, reader being dumb and in denial, bff!yoimiya may be ooc and may embarrass you, set in inazuma, fluff & flirting
Aetherâs always smiling whenever you see him.
At first, you thought it was because heâs just a happy little guy, always wearing a grin as bright as his hair. Like the sun, and youâre but a flower soaking in his light. But then you hear how people talk about himâ
âHeâs quite terrifying, isnât he? Sometimes I get too scared to ask for helpâŠâ
âThey weren't joking about what they said regarding the Traveler. He looks young and yet has the eyes of a seasoned warrior.â
âScary. And a bit strange. His eyes are so⊠blank. Itâs like heâs drifting out, and itâs why he has that pixie around to do all the talking.â
âand now, youâre not so sure. The Aether youâve met is nowhere near the Traveler they keep raving about. Are they dealing with a doppelgĂ€nger?
Yoimiya mulls over your words with a thoughtful hum. She loudly sips on her drink. âHmm, have you ever considered it might be because heâs just happy every time youâre there?â
You scoff, nestling into your chair with crossed armsâto protect yourself from Yoimiyaâs wild imagination, no doubt. âThatâd be absolutely presumptuous of me to even think about.â Aether? Happy to see you? Absurd.
She tilts her head as if she pities you. âIâm blessed to not have turned out this oblivious.â
âHey!â
âListen to me.â She sets her glass down; it rattles the table. The owner casts you both a stern look. âHeâs really just infatuated with you. How hard is it to see that?â
Very hard. Yoimiya is reaching. This is one of the truths sheâs trying to pursueâexcept there is no truth here, just plain fantasy. âIt doesnât make sense,â you insist, growing frustrated. âHeâs the Traveler, Iâm no one important.â
She hums. âIâll admit no one in Teyvat can compare to the Traveler, but no one else seems to make him happier than you do. Which is why Iâm saying that explains why heâs smiling whenever youââ
âBold assumptions youâre making,â you interrupt quickly.
âTrust me! He liiiiikes you in that way.â
âWhy? How do you know that?â
ââcause,â Yoimiya grins, her eyes sparkling. Sheâs as excited as she usually is talking about fireworks. âIâve seen it with my own eyes. I can ask him, if you wanna be sure about it.â
âPlease donât ask him anything weird,â you plead. âHeâs met so many people, Yoimiya. Why me? What do I have to offer to the holder of the dragon-defeating, god-slaying, renowned fatui-slaughtering reputation? Nothing!â
âDoes he have to be with someone whoâs done all of that?â she asks, and your thoughts come to a halt. Does it? No, certainly notâunless thatâs what he wants. And that might be what he wants!
âWell,â you clear your throat. âPerhaps, if thatâs what makes him happy.â At Yoimiyaâs quirked brow, you slouch in defeat, cheeks heating up at even thinking about what Aetherâs type is. âYouâre enjoying this,â you murmur at the sight of Yoimiyaâs conspiratorial grin.
âIâm not, Iâve just never seen you act this shy and cute before! So this is what youâre like when you have a crush?â Over Yoimiyaâs shoulder, you spot a familiar pixie and a mop of golden hair from afar, walking over.
Your eyes widen, âI am not acting shy and cuteââ
âWhatâs this? Y/N has a crush!?â Paimonâs shrieky voice is unmistakable. Itâs hard to mistake her even if you tried. Theyâre still a few feet away, but Yoimiyaâs voice can be very loud.
âI donât,â you want to snark, however meeting Aetherâs eyes has your voice going quiet. Maybe Yoimiyaâs right: you are acting very shy. âHi, Aether, Paimon.â
âOoh,â Paimon giggles, kicking her feet. âWhat were you two talking about, huh? Paimon heard Yoimiya talking about a crush.â Paimon notices your wide-eyed panic. âOh, Paimon can kick Aether out!â
Exasperated, Aether casts Paimon a look. âWhoâs gonna pay for your order?â
Paimon deflates. âW-Well, Paimon can ask Yoimiyaââ
âNo can do; I spent all Mora on me already.â
ââThen, Paimon willââ
You arch an eyebrow. âI donât think I can afford your usual orders. Donât look at me. Iâm a starving artist already.â
She huffs. âFine! Paimon was trying to protect your secret but she guesses that no oneâs appreciating it anyway!â Paimon, the only one whoâs terrible at keeping secrets, says. She turns to her companion, hands clasped together. âAetherâŠâ
âAlright, alright,â Aether sighs, pulling out his wallet. The poor thing.
You and Yoimiya share a look as Aether orders food for him and Paimon. You werenât anticipating that the Travelerâthe subject of your predicamentâwould end up here, out of all the corners and food stalls in Inazuma. Then again, thatâs his thing: heâs everywhere, all at once, including the nook and cranny of your heart.
Aether turns to you, a smile blossoming across his face, which is nice, actually, despite the flutter of your heart that is starting to feel like horror. His side profile was driving you crazy, anyway. âShould we leave you two to talk about crushes?â
Just one word directed at you is enough to have you fidgeting uselessly in your seat. And this doesnât go unacknowledged by Yoimiya, who springs up to save the day. âDonât worry about it, Traveler! We were just talking about thisâthis novel that we started reading the other day.â
âReally?â Aether doesnât sound like he believes it one bit. âWell, Paimon and I have been looking for reading material anyway. Would you mind if we borrowed it?â Said pixie is too busy stuffing her face with Dry-Braised Salted Fish to care about reading materials.
You turn to Yoimiya with a forced smile, then back to Aether, who seems so visibly amused by how youâre acting. You must look like a mess. You feel like it. âWell, I havenât really finished itâŠbutâbut we can tell you about it!â
âYeah, exactly!â Yoimiya looks like sheâs having the time of her life. âY/N has a big crush on the main character, which is why we were talking about him.â
Aether hums, chewing, âWhatâs he like?â
Yoimiya narrows her eyes, grinning as she tilts her head. âWhy do you want to know?â
Aether levels her with a flat look. Itâs a bit strange with you in the middle of them. âBecause I want to read the story.â
âWe never hear you talk about anything romantic, Y/N!â Paimon says, bits of fish spewing out while she talks. Aether reprimands her. âWhenever Paimon sees you, youâre always working!â
Is that how everyone sees you? âAre you saying you thought I was too boring to experience love?â
Paimon decides to tune out the conversation once again, wolfing down her next plate of food.
Aetherâs still looking at you, a smile on his face. No, perhaps a slight smirk would be more accurate. You can feel yourself melting. Perhaps those people were right when they called Aether âterrifyingââthe swarm of butterflies his gaze is leaving you is downright frightening.
He tilts his head, waiting.
You stammer, âW-Well, the main characterâs nothing special. Itâs like those things where they make the hero really likable, reallyâŠâ
Yoimiya butts in, âYou just have a thing for guys who have defeated dragons and faced gods head-on. Nothing special.â
âYoimiya!â
Aether throws his head back laughing.
Yoimiya settles in her seat, looking mildly surprised. âIâve never seen you this expressive, Traveler.â
You throw Yoimiya a warning look. Had it been anyone else, you wouldâve brushed that off, but Yoimiya is clearly hinting at what started your crisis in the first place.
Paimon chugs her water like a madman dying of thirst. âHeâs always like that whenever weâre around Y/N. Paimon already told him to stop bullying Y/N!â
Right. Bullying. If only the shared glances and longing stares were bullying. If only Aether lingering in your thoughts was because heâs bullying you, and not because youâre developing a massive crush on him. That wouldâve been easier to explain and believe.
âBullying?â Aether echoes in confusion.
âFlirting might be the more appropriate word for it, Paimon,â Yoimiya corrects with a gleeful grin. âSo romantic. Reserving your lovesick and longing smiles to Y/N only,â she sings. âNo wonder why youâve been so happy recently.â
âYoimiya,â you seethe, though itâs mostly desperate, humiliated. It seems that her name is your only vocabulary this evening.
Aether laughs, his eyes crinkling as he shares your gaze. And if you let yourself believe Yoimiyaâs words, you might even call it fond. âYou canât blame me if I canât help it. Surely that novel taught you what itâs like to have a crush on someone, right, Y/N?â
A/N i love aether so much im sobbing hope u liked reading!!1 bc i cried while writing this!!!! also thank u earthtooz for proofreading i love u big sibling.
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if the scott pilgrim takes off characters had tumblr (yeahhh scottâs username is a sonic/x men reference)
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wallace sent me this idk what to say,,,
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isnât it funny how you can grow to love your ex boyfriend as a son
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which one of us is this about
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yes.
#made this post thinking about scott #but this applies to you as well tbh
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âand they were roommatesâ i sob. âoh my god they were roommatesâ when will he notice me.
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weâre roommates haha!! silly coincidence?
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i am in love with you
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itâs called polyamory you dumb fuck
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prettydarngay reblogged toddtheveggiehead
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âwow scott you seem so cool why donât you have lots of friends?â
i have autism *vine boom*
iâm transgender *vine boom*
my special interest is a kids video game *vine boom*
iâm not sure if iâm dating my roommate @prettydarngay or if we just flirt and sometimes kiss *vine boom*
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#we. we are dating right???
NOT A FAKE POST BUT OMG SOMEONE ACTUALLY MADE WALLACES ACCOUNT @prettydarngay and so naturally i had to make @sonicthemutant! send asks :0
THERES NOW @knives-from-sexbobom and @kimpineofficial
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Get ready for my âšïžPalace of Alcazarzarayâšïž:đ
So... Almighty Creator of Teyvat Reader. We all know that the original inhabitants of Teyvat are dragons, so that means, Almighty Dragon!Creator.
Almighty Dragon!Creator who has a rivalry/resentment/tense relationship when it comes to The Primordial One because of their shades.
Almighty Dragon!Creator who thinks of the original Dragon sovereigns as their children.
Almighty Dragon!Creator who stays and watches over Teyvat, slowly their resentment lessens(even if they stay bitter because their children's powers were taken by outlanders) as they watch their teyvat, their teyvat, get more lush and green and just. Their teyvat becomes full of life and wonder.
Almighty Dragon!Creator who watches Khaenri'ah's fall in solemn silence, who looks at the children of stars in pity. Yet they are not their domain, so they cannot help(or can they).
Almighty Dragon!Creator who watches the traveler's journey, who finds intrigue in the silver companion who looks oh so similar to the Primordial One.
Almighty Dragon!Creator who watches the traveller go through nations, who watches them help Their Children. Who cannot help buy beam at this outlander who helps their children(even if one is still dead(orobashi), even if one will never get his power back(dvalin), even if one has shattered in two and has lost himself(azdaha), and even if one lost theirself to madness(apep), one gets his power back(Neuvillette) and they are so happy for him.)
All I'm saying is: Almighty Dragon!Creator who gets attached to both the Traveller, but also who gets attached to Paimon because of her relation to the Primordial God in some way or another.
Oh and Neuvillette Fluff with them.
- Starboy Anon
Wowie, Starboy Anon! This is a lot of info!
Not saying it's bad (I loredump as heavy as this when it comes to my own stuff), but I certainly have too many headcanons for your headcanons to write a Sagau!Character x Creator!Reader request!
Starboy Anon you have NO IDEA how much I am of a sucker for Azhdaha and Dvalin. YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW DID YOU FIND MY HIDDEN WEAKNESSESâ
I care very little about the Shining Shades and the Primordial One, so apologies for skipping over them in this headcanon request!
Headcanons: Primordial Dragon ReaderâAll Shall Bow and Respect Thee As They...Uh...
(Warning: Might Be OOC!)
Alright, pretending that Reader had ZERO RESTRICTIONS on what they can do NOW...Allow this idiotic Ghost Rebel to demonstrate their favoritism benevolence:
Dvalin Headcanons:
Reader absolutely adores Dvalin to bits. You Cannot tell me otherwise. They will literally give this dragon the world if they could.
Reader would definitely give them a human form if Dvalin ever wished to use it to mingle with the mortals in MondstadtâIn fact, Reader would be their tour guide (I have zero references of how Dvalin's mortal form would look like, but I imagine it'd look like a playable character skinâin other words, a very cool one)
I like to imagine that Dvalin loves music so much, he digs into Monstadt's traditional music and begs Reader to have Venti (or another bard) play the tune he finds.
Reader would definitely be the overprotective parent that absolutely hates it when others try to flirt with their children. Dvalin is clueless to these flirtatious attempts, so Reader is helicopter parenting so hard rn LOL
FLOWER CROWNS OMG. I imagine Dvalin would love those! Reader is going to indulge them with so many of them! Even better if Dvalin makes friends (obviously with the Traveler, Paimon, and Ventiâthose guys are naturally invited)
Reader would let Dvalin try any cuisine, but if it's anything related to alcohol, Reader is definitely going to make sure they are a) not spiked, and b) Dvalin takes a very little amount of it.
Reader's the kind of parent to see their child get a scratch on their skin and freak out and treat it like it's a very bad wound. I think you know where this is going.
Oh, and you know the Abyss Order that kind of manipulated Dvalin? No, you don'tâbecause they no longer exist :)
Would definitely fly with Dvalin in their dragon form, or in their human-dragon form. Whichever Dvalin likes, Reader will follow suit!
Azhdaha Headcanons:
MY DRAGON BOYYYY LETS GOOOO *Aggressive Truck Noises Because Ghost Rebel Can't be Biasedâ*
Ahem, anyways. Considering that Azhdaha has a bit of something akin to dissociative identity disorder, Reader definitely treats the guy with extra care, opting to entertain both of Azhdaha's "personalities."
Yes, Reader fixes the erosion and memory problem. Yes, Reader gave them a new dragon body that is not purely made out of rock so that it doesn't erode too quickly. Yes, they also gave their child a human form (yk in Zhongli's story quest, Azhdaha took two appearances? Forget those two merging togetherâjust take the color palette off of Azhdaha's dragon form and make something >:) I like to imagine a part of his hair or his eyes glows a certain color depending on the element he's wielding in his human form)
Reader shows them around all of Liyue, considering Azhdaha never really had the chance to see it properly. I like to think Azhdaha would listen to every single piece of information given to them like a sponge in water. Anything that's new or interesting to this guy, he is not backing down from it.
Now, I know the million dollar question: Does Azhdaha get scammed like Zhongli? No, because Reader is always there glaring at merchants that dare try to mess with their children in any way possible. They're also there, telling their child all about commerce and the ways of the tradeâsomething that Azhdaha is into considering mining and ores are technically also in the business industry.
You know the guy that got blessed by Azhdaha, who can now see if rocks are valuable ores or not? Yes, believe it or not, but I believe Azhdaha would 100% check up on the mortal despite being completely tsundere and in denial about it.
HIKING! I think Azhdaha would like to have the mobility to hikeâafter all, in his dragon form, he's kind of the hefty and large side, so he can't exactly move fast or be nimble. I think he'd really like this change of pace!
Apep Headcanons
No huma form. She refuses to be compared to or even look like mortals. That is something Reader respects.
Technically Reader's eldest child so far. Reader kind of spoils them with loads of things only they can now make for Apepâmaybe like flowers, or certain foods, etc. etc.
I like to imagine Apep secretly loves private affection. Reader giving Apep so many dragon hugs, or cuddles, or head pats. Reader spoiling them with literally anything they got lolâ
Unfortunately, there's not much I can write for Apep :') There isn't enough lore for me to write on for them....
Neuvillette Headcanons
Reader 100% indulges him in his hobbies of tasting every bit of water.
Fusses over him because he's the Iudex and Reader practically almost curses out Focalors for giving their child such a demanding task, but also thanks her for showing him the ways of mortals yk. Love-Hate relationship.
Reader would bring him certain foods once they figured out what kind of mortal foods he likes.
Melusines? THEY BOTH LOVE THEM, THEY ARE NOW CREATOR'S GRANDCHILDREN (if I remember the lore correctly, I'm pretty sure they are considering they were born from a dragon??)
Reader looks out for Furina whenever they can because Neuvillette is truly Furina's #1 Fan broâbut only because Reader loves Neuvillette and doesn't want him to stress himself out.
THEY WILL KEEP THE SOUP LADLE (yk from that one Lantern Rite event? Neuvillette made a soup ladle in a theme of a dragon?) Anything Neuvillette will make, Reader is KEEPING IT in their DRAGON HOARD.
And that's all I have! Hope you find this good, Starboy Anon! :)
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i have for the first time found what i can truly loveâi have found you
sukuna x reader summary: you and sukuna go out for a late night meal. gojo finds out about your... relationship. sukuna is forced to take care of you when you come home drunk. w/c: 2.85k tags/warnings: enemies to lovers. fluff. lots of banter. cursing. jealous/protective!sukuna. gojo being a flirt. aged up!yuuji. features a teeny bit of yuuji x reader. drinking and drunk!reader. not canon compliant. fem!reader. no use of y/n. no manga spoilers. a/n: i think i like how this turned out! also, the first two sections could def be read as a fluffy lil stand alone. idc whats happening in the canonverse, sukunas just a tsundere who adores us very much<3 series masterlist // masterlist
"maybe if you stare long enough, food will magically appear," sukuna calls to you from the kitchen table.
"this is no joking matter," you scold from your place in front of the fridge. "i'm starving."
"well, here's an absurd ideaâ let's go eat."
you turn toward him, finally closing the fridge, and tilt your head to the side. "you eat?"
"of course." he leans back in his chair, folding his arms over his chest. "i typically prefer babies, but hell, i'd even go for an old man right now. i'm famished."
your eyes widen and your mouth falls open. he lets the panic simmer on your face for a few more cruel moments. "i'm kidding, idiot. i eat food, same as you."
"i knew that," you assert. the way your shoulders sag in relief tells him otherwise.
"right," he smirks. after standing up, he grabs your purse and tosses it in your direction. "where to? you're buying."
with only so many places open at midnight, you begin your journey to a 24 hour ramen shop.
you've hardly interacted with sukuna outside of your apartment, so this is certainly an experience you didn't anticipate. and in fact, you're shocked at how normal it feelsâ almost as if it's a date.
as you walk down the street, people eye him suspiciously because of the dark lines they assume are tattoos. it doesn't bother you though, nor does the lateness of the hour. you know that you're safe because you're with him.
your hands keep brushing against one another's, and you're hoping that he'll eventually take a hint and reach for yours. he doesn't (i mean come on, do you even know who you're dealing with?).
he does at least pick up on your pouty expression with impressive ease. "what now?"
"nothing," you huff.
"don't be a brat."
you sigh dramatically. "you're supposed to hold my hand."
"sure princess," he says condescendingly, lacing his fingers through yours. "maybe use your words next time like a big girl."
he doesn't fail to notice the ensuing skip in your step, and he kicks himself for regarding it as cute.
when you arrive at the ramen shop, sukuna orders no less than three bowls, which earns him a glare once the waitress walks away.
"when i agreed to pay, i didn't know what a glutton you are."
"oh yeah? cause i'm just the picture of temperance any other time?"
you scoff. "well you've got me there."
a sly smirk settles onto his face before he speaks again. "maybe one day you'll learn how greedy i am when it comes to the things i've deemed pleasurable."
you choke on the water you'd just brought to your lips, your face heating up as if it'd been bathed by fire.
wiping at your mouth, you try your best to recover quickly. "whatever, you hellion. as long as that doesn't involve a fourth bowl of ramen."
you're no more than 10 steps away from the shop when you hold out your hand to him. "ahem."
he grabs it roughly and not without rolling his eyes.
"what?" you ask innocently. "that was a word."
"hardly," he jeers. "for as much as you read, i'd expect you to be more fluent than a child."
"and at 1000 years old, i'd expect you to be more charming than a teenage boy, but i guess we're both making concessions."
"see, this is the part that puzzles me. you never seem to have trouble with your words when you're being insolent."
"maybe it's a sign," you begin whimsically. "the universe decided you need to be taken down a peg."
"ah, yes. you as the executor of the universe's will. i don't know why i couldn't see it before."
you giggle, rather delighted that he's elected to play along with your quips. there's something that feels so warm and pleasant about it.
as you wonder if he feels it too, your hand tightens around his.
you're not quite ready to head back to your apartment just yet, because you're scared you'll lose the atmosphere surrounding the two of you. in truth, it's a bit intoxicating.
the perfect opportunity arises when you spot a small park up ahead. lights are strung around the trees, all of which are situated around a small fountain.
"we should stop at that park!" you hardly finish speaking before you take off in that direction, tugging him along behind you.
after you plop down on the fountain's ledge, sukuna takes his place beside you.
"let's sit here for a little while."
he doesn't respond and you take his silence as agreement. he's not really one to stifle his grievances.
as the minutes pass, the rush of the fountain is the only noise that fills the air, while you gaze at the trees with a serene expression.
sukuna, however, is looking at you. the only care he has for the trees is the way their lights reflect in your eyes. otherwise, he's fully occupied by the curve of your nose and the fullness of your lips.
"isn't this pretty?" you finally ask.
"it's pretty," he agrees, even when such a soft word feels foreign on his tongue.
his eyes still haven't left you, and you seem to be oblivious to this fact until he reaches up to stroke your cheek with the back of fingers.
when your gaze lands on him, the fondness written all over his face catches you off guard and you realize how close the both of you are. without really thinking about it, you lean into his touch.
"very pretty," he repeats lowly, as if he's talking to himself.
your heart lurches once in your chest, then hammers away at your ribcage without respite. he leans toward you a fraction of an inch, his eyes flicking down to your lips for a brief second.
truthfully, sukuna has never felt the way he does in this moment. it's a sincere sort of desire. he doesn't want the mindless devotion he once thirsted for from his followers. and he doesn't want the sex he used to crave from his concubines.
no. he just wants youâ in whatever capacity you're willing to have him.
the way he's looking at you is just too much. there's a dull thudding in your ears and you swear your thoughts are moving at a million miles a minute.
so naturally, you blurt out the first thing you can manage. "we should take a selfie!"
his face shifts from whatever that expression was to one of confusion. "take a selfie?"
some twisted mix of relief and disappointment crashes through you.
"yeah, a selfie. a picture together. ya know, since the park is so pretty," you ramble.
he pulls away from you. not all the way, but enough that it gives you space to finally breath. he chuckles and it doesn't sound lofty like it so often does. in fact, he seems genuinely amused by you.
"a selfie," he deliberates. "that sounds great, but to the best of my knowledge, hell hasn't frozen over."
and just like that, your dynamic feels like it did during your walk from the ramen shop to the parkâ comfortable and fun.
"well i guess you would be one of the first to know."
ignoring his protests, you take out your phone and hold it far enough away that the camera captures both of your faces. you can see on the screen that he's put on an expression of complete boredom.
"c'mon," you nudge him with your elbow. "you look like you hate me."
the corner of his mouth curves upward. "that's because i do."
you think back on the way he was gazing at you just moments ago and laugh. "you're so full of shit."
then, without warning, you press a kiss to his cheek and click the button.
you decide that his vague look of contented surprise will just have to do.
when you and yuuji walk into the bar, you immediately spot one of the people you're there to meet. he's sitting at a hightop by himself, his snow white hair pretty hard to miss.
you tap his shoulder and his face breaks out into a grin. he slides out of the barstool. "if it isn't my favorite civilian!"
as he pulls you into a hug, you wonder if he's ever going to get tired of that joke. "if it isn't my favorite old man."
"35 is not old," he argues, moving to greet yuuji. "i'm still in the summer of my life, thank you very much!"
"gojo you're 36," the pink haired man remarks.
"gah! such betrayal, yuuji!" he presses his hand to his forehead and takes a deep breath. "now i'm going to need another round."
"i'll go and get drinks for all of us," you offer. "you two stay here so no one takes the table."
before either of them can respond, you turn and begin making your way through the crowd. you don't hear gojo when he calls out, "but darling! i should go with you!"
he takes a step in your direction, but stops when sukuna's mouth appears on yuuji's cheek. "you certainly should not, you insufferable half wit."
"relax, dude. he flirts with literally everyone," yuuji informs him.
gojo scoffs. "i am right hereâ"
"as if that makes it better?" sukuna barks. "she isn't some toy to be played with."
"of course she isn't! you can't honestly think i'd believe otherwise."
gojo is left forgotten for a moment as the other two bicker, so he interjects once there's a lull in the conversation. "do either of you care to explain what the hell is going on?"
yuuji turns toward him, trying and failing to hide the embarrassment on his face once he realizes that gojo is, in fact, still standing there.
his eyebrows are raised above his sunglasses and it's clear he is inappropriately amused by the situation (what else is new?). he moves to sit across from the younger man, looking at him expectantly.
having no way to talk himself out of this, yuuji relays the recent events regarding you and sukuna, sparing some of the finer details. gojo's face doesn't really betray much emotion throughout the story, though he does look thoughtful by the end of it.
leaning forward, he crosses his arms on top of the table. "maybe your feelings for her are influencing his own, forcing a sort of bond between them?"
"i don't think so," yuuji contends honestly. "other than her, you're the person i admire and respect the most, but he thinksâ"
"that you are perhaps the most imbecilic rampallion i've ever had the displeasure of coming across."
gojo jerks back, as if the insult had hit him squarely in the jaw. the look of giddiness from yuuji's compliment, followed by the shift to indignation at sukuna's insult is almost comical.
he stretches his neck forward, cupping his hand around one side of his mouth as if it'd keep sukuna from hearing. "what'd he just call me?"
yuuji shrugs. "beats me, but i don't think he was singing your praises."
"i see your point." gojo pauses, glancing over his shoulder. you're approaching the table, so he turns back to yuuji and quickly adds, "we'll talk more about this another time, but for now, keep this between us."
a few moments later, you appear in front of them and exclaim, "look who i found!"
megumi and inumaki situate themselves around the table too, offering their greetings. you slide yuuji and gojo their drinks, both of which are filled to the brim of the glass. "now then gentlemen, shall we?"
when gojo teleports you and yuuji back to your apartment that night, it takes everything in you to keep from yakking all over your carpet.
"ta ta, hooligans!"
you turn to request that he never do that again, but he's already gone. taking one step forward, you promptly fall on your ass in the entryway with an unforgiving thud. yuuji staggers toward the couch, making it there just in time to face plant into the cushions.
looking down toward your shoes, you're dismayed to find that each one appears to have two sets of laces. you're fumbling with them determinedly when someone crouches down in front of you, their elbows resting on their thighs.
he doesn't say a word. brushing your hands away, he unties your shoes and carefully pulls them off your feet. you're lifted from the floor before you can register the arm that's looped under your knees or the other that's securely around your back.
"careful," you hiccup, your head falling into the crook of his neck. "'m gunna p-puke."
"i'd rather you didn't."
you groan. "s'not like i 'ave a choice in the matter."
he hums. "how much did you drink?"
"dunno. sss'much. nobaraâ" you hiccup again. "nobara n' maki made me."
he chuckles, placing you down on what you figure is your bed. "right, i'm sure you had no choice in the matter."
"tha's correct, yes."
unbuttoning your jeans, he tugs upward on your belt loops. "lift."
you do as he says, lifting your hips from the bed so he can slide your jeans off your legs. he knows you won't remember thisâ hell, your eyes are already closedâ but he looks away as he does it anyway.
pulling your phone from your pocket and putting it on the charger, your pants are discarded off to the side. he only turns his head back in your direction once he's pulled the blankets up over your body.
"tuck me in?" you request.
sitting down on the bed beside you, he does so without protest.
he stares at you for a little while, worried about how poorly you're probably going to feel in the morning. he presses a kiss to your forehead, intending to get up and grab a water bottle for your nightstand.
instead, his body freezes when he hears you mumble, "i love you s'much."
his heart clenches so painfully, he honestly considers ripping it from his chestâ it would probably be less agonizing.
but a thought that makes him feel like a fool occurs to him. of course it's not him that you love. "i'm not yuuji."
"well, duuuhhh. you're s'kuna." you're peering up at him through tired, hazy eyes. it's the first time you've ever seen him look bewildered, so a small giggle erupts from your throat. "s'okay. you don't 'ave t'say it back."
your eyes flutter shut and your breathing evens out before he even thinks to respond. all at once, it's as if his head is empty and as if it's about to explode.
love?
what does he know about love? it's a sentiment he's cursed for so long, but sitting here beside you, he can't quite seem to remember why. one thing he is sure of, however, is that there's never been a thing in the world he's loved.
suddenly, he's struck with remembrance of a quote from jane eyre you had emphasized with messy underlines:
"after a youth and manhood passed half in unutterable misery and half in dreary solitude, i have for the first time found what i can truly loveâi have found you. you are my sympathyâmy better selfâmy good angel. i am bound to you with a strong attachment. i think you good, gifted, lovely: a fervent, a solemn passion is conceived in my heart; it leans to you, draws you to my centre and spring of life, wraps my existence about you, and, kindling in pure, powerful flame, fuses you and me in one."
rochester says it as he begs jane to stay at thornfield with him, an act sukuna had previously regarded as ridiculous, but is that still the case?
were you to ever scorn him, would he fall to his knees and plead with you to change your mind? or if you were in danger of dying, would he drag himself to a shrine and pray to the gods he doesn't believe in?
is that what love is?
could he stand to be apart from you? are you special to him? does anything else in the world compare to you? does he seek out your company? is he consumed by you? can he know himself without knowing you?
does the definition of love lie in those questions?
sukuna hopes not, because he's terrified of the answers. being in love is not his way, nor is it in his nature.
he buries his face in his hands as realization settles into his bones. it feels as if they're splintering beneath the pressure, trying resentfully to stave it off.
he transcends any imaginable scale of power. he's bled entire villages dry, he's commandeered death, he's the king of curses.
so why now? and why you? is it divine retribution? a sick sort of joke that even he couldn't have dreamed up?
gods, you were right. the universe has sent you to carry out its will and he's completely powerless to stop it.
the worst part of it all? he doesn't want to.
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episode two: the mall rats
Steve lazily drapes an arm over you, which Dustin narrows his eyes at. âYeah, I mean. Sure. Itâs not really a good idea for me, though. I gotta keep in shape for the ladies.â âUgh,â you scoff in disgust at Steveâs words and shrug his arm off of you before scooting away from him. Sometimes you forget how much of an idiot he can be. That he used to wear the crown of King Steve. You turn slightly away from him and finish eating your ice cream, annoyed and slightly hurt, though you know you have no right to be. Itâs not like youâre with Steve, anyways.
Summary: dreams are weird, billy is a hitchhiker, and hopper flirts with joyce in front of you (youre not sure which is scarier), somehow robin knows russian and has genius ears, you get caught in an awkward breakup showdown, and you shamefully are shocked when you discover that hawkins is anything but normal. you would think youd be a pro at this already, but at least steve is hot and really good at sneaking through windows.
Rating: general, some swearing
Warnings: swearing, allusions to violence, fem!reader, use of y/n
Words: 13.2k
Before you swing in: hello !!! new chapter, i am so sorry for the wait :/ the end of the semester has been killer and ive been super busy with my lab job (i present at a conference friday ... pray for me). heres chapter 2, she somehow ended up being 13k words but lets ignore that for my own sanity !
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There are dandelions all around you.
Their puffs of white surround you as the seeds dance in the air and settle atop of your head and tickle your cheek. Theyâre soft, reminiscent of the snow that encases you every winter in Hawkins and the days you used to chase Jonathan around in his backyard.
Youâre barefoot in a field that you canât quite place. The grass below you skims against your ankles as the dandelion seeds float towards the tops of the green. Itâs a familiar landscape, something tells you that youâve been here before, and the thought is almost reassuring to you.
The sun is warm against you and thereâs someone in the distance. You open your mouth to call out to them, they feel as familiar as the landscape before you does, but when you try to speak, the dandelion seeds begin to swarm into your mouth. The puffs of white seem to turn into daggers in your throat as they cut your tongue and slice inside you as you struggle to breathe.
You try to scream, but nothing comes out. The dandelions now draw blood as they continue their malicious attack on you. You claw at your mouth and cower in the field, trying to flee from whatâs attacking you, but the dandelions only follow as you try to call after the figure you saw in the distance.
Stumbling blindly through the grass, panic stricken and longing for the person who had once been at the top of the hill, your foot catches on a root and suddenly youâre falling. This time, you do scream, and the dandelion seeds spill from your mouth as you fall into an endless abyss.
âY/N!â Your eyes fly open and your body shoots from your bed; you almost head butt Dustin in the process. He flinches back, startled by your violent reaction, and he puts his hands up in surrender and backs away. âGeesh, I was just trying to wake you up.â
It takes you a few moments to process that you are, in fact, awake. Your heartbeat is still pounding rapidly in your throat. You can still feel the dandelion seeds on your tongue and the millions of little cuts they left behind.
Dustin stares at you with slight concern in his eyes and you clear your throat, trying to rid the memory of your dream. Thatâs all it was. A dream.
Clearing your throat again, you try to calm yourself down. âWhy are you in my room?â
âLike I said, I was trying to wake you up.â Your brother says as if youâre an idiot.
âBut why?â
âDid you bang your head or something last night?â He gives you an odd look and you glare at him. âCerebro caught a Russian code, remember? You promised weâd see Steve today to talk about it!â
You rub your eyes, exhausted. Itâs taking longer than usual for your mind to wake up and process everything. âI know, I know⊠What time is it?â
âEight, now get up and go get pretty for Steve so we can discuss how to become American heroes.â Dustin crosses his arms, silently daring you to argue.
âThere was so much wrong with that sentence,â you groan, but reluctantly throw your blankets off of you and start pulling out random shorts and a t-shirt to wear. âYouâre lucky itâs the weekend and I donât work today.â
âBlah, blah, blah,â Dustin mocks you, tossing you a white t-shirt and removing the red one from your hands. âSteve likes you in white, now hurry up.â
Your mouth drops in shock, but your brother simply rolls his eyes at you and leaves your room so that you can get dressed.
âHow does he even know that?â You whisper to yourself, now alone in your room.
â
Dustin bikes ahead of you as you make your way to Joyceâs store in Downtown Hawkins. He had complained when you told him that you needed to make a pitstop there before going to the mall.
âI havenât seen Steve in a month!â
âAnd Mrs. Byers is close to losing her job at Melvaldâs, so you can wait the extra five minute detour it takes to deliver her muffins to cheer her up.â
Your brother had tried to argue some more, but you simply shoved a fresh baked muffin in his mouth and began to bike away.
Now, as the two of you head towards Downtown, the early morning air fills your lungs and slowly wakes you up. Itâs quiet, Hawkins isnât quite awake yet in the early hour. Only the bees buzzing past your ear seem to be lively.
You watch Dustin up ahead and briefly marvel at how much bigger he seems to have gotten in the month he was away at camp. He looks older, more mature, no longer the baby brother your mom brought home fourteen years ago.
As youâre lost in your reminiscence, you almost miss the figure that stumbles along the side of the road.
âDustin!â You yell at the boy, weary of whoever is up ahead. âStop!â
He hears the fear in your voice and screeches his bike to a halt. Turning around, he checks to make sure youâre okay. âDid something happen?â
You stop next to him and discreetly point at the figure a few yards away. It seems to be a boy, maybe a teen your age, but heâs walking as if heâs in immense pain. âYou see that?â
âYeah,â Dustin squints and also seems unnerved by the personâs appearance. âThink itâs anything dangerous?â
âI donât knowâŠâ Something feels familiar about the person. Their hair, the way itâs styled, reminds you of someone. You squint as well, your eyes catch on the personâs leather jacket and the expensive brand, thereâs a faint outline of cigarettes in the pocket, and the sight fills your nose with the smoke that once choked you last winter. âI think itâs Billy.â
âWhy is he walking on the side of the road?â Dustin makes a face. âI know he has a car, the bastard almost ran me and the party over on Halloween.â
You tuck a piece of hair behind your ear and try to understand why you feel this tug within you to get closer to the teen. Billy is cruel, he is horrible, and the bruises he left on your neck took weeks to fully fade away. Yet thereâs a concern within you as you watch him stumble, as if in some daze, and it's this worry that solidifies your decision. âStay here.â
âWhatââ Dustin turns and sees that youâve gotten back on your bike and are now pedaling towards Billy. âY/N! Are you insane?â
âStay here!â You order, not really understanding why youâre doing this either. âJust⊠Wait for my signal!â
Dustin curses, not at all liking this plan, but he listens. He tightens his grip on his bikeâs handlebar and makes sure you never leave his line of sight in case you need him for backup.
As you approach Billy, you make sure to circle widely around him so that he sees you coming, before finally facing in front of him. You brake a few feet away from him, incredibly nervous for how he may react. You havenât spoken to him since last winter, he had kept his promise to Max to leave you alone.
Billy barely seems to register that youâre in front of him. He stops as if heâs in a trance and blinks slowly at you. You notice the cut on his forehead, how thereâs still fresh blood dripping from it, and something within you wants to tend to the wound. Then you notice the grime that covers his face and his jacket, and you begin to worry even more.
As youâre eying his disheveled appearance, Billy opens his mouth, and the action looks as if it takes all the energy within him to do so. âSâsweetheart?â
âAre you okay?â You ignore the nickname he gave you that makes your skin crawl. Youâre more worried about his appearance. Heâs sweating like crazy, almost as if heâs on drugs, and heâs paler than normal. His California tan is gone, his eyes are glazed over, he looks as if he isnât really here with you right now.
It scares you. Youâve never seen him like this.
ââM fine,â Billy slurs. He seems⊠off. More drawn into himself now, less sure of himself. Scared, even. Itâs a strange sight to see: Billy Hargrove, alone and frightened, in the early morning of June. âI⊠Iâm fine.â
His slurred words arenât reassuring, and a part of you wants to offer him a ride on your bike. You assume heâs heading to the local pool to lifeguard, you know itâs where he spends most of his days, but you have Dustin with you and youâre still nervous around Billy.
The wounds he gave you may have healed, but some nights, when the nightmares are really bad, you wake up to his hands around your throat.
It feels wrong just leaving Billy like this, though. Heâs still human, Max has slowly opened up to you about her abusive stepdad and the way he punches her brother. You know that Billyâs actions come from his hurt, but you donât think youâre ready yet to forgive him. Not now, at least.
Reluctantly, you sigh and wave your hand to indicate to Dustin that heâs fine to start biking over. Billy doesnât seem like a threat right now in his current state. When you see your brother start to pedal closer, you look back at Billy. âListen, I know we arenât⊠friends.â
Billy stares blankly at you, and you really hope that he can understand what youâre saying right now.
âBut if you need anyone to talk to, about anything, come find me, okay?â You tell him, hesitantly placing a hand on his arm as you speak. However, when your skin makes contact with his, you flinch at how cold he is.
Before you can say anything else, Dustin finally catches up and brakes softly next to you. He looks nervously between you and Billy. âSo⊠Uh. Ready to go, Y/N?â
âYeahâŠâ You pull away from Billy, your fingers almost numb from his cold skin, and spare him one last glance as you start to bike away. âRemember what I said, okay?â
Billy doesnât say anything.
You and Dustin leave him stranded on the side of the road.
Neither one of you talk about this.
â
As usual, Downtown Hawkins is deserted when you and Dustin arrive at Melvaldâs. The only two cars parked in front of the rundown store belong to Joyce and Hopper.
You hop off your bike and park it in the bike rack before carefully untying the container of muffins from the back. Dustin is slumped on top of his bike, silently complaining, and you wave a stern finger at him. âWait here, okay? This will only take five minutes, I promise.â
âIâm telling Steve that youâre cheating on him with Mrs. Byers.â
âNot cheating if we arenât together,â you quip, before opening the door to the store.
When you step inside the store, youâre greeted with Hopper obnoxiously yelling and jumping around as Joyce laughs and claps for him. Curious, you carefully side step the grown man and make your way over to the woman.
âY/N!â Joyce lights up even more when she sees you, and then lets out a small cheer when she sees that youâre holding one of your signature baked goods containers. âAre those for me?â
âAlways, Mrs. Byers.â You grin at her and set the container down. âTheyâre the muffins you really liked last week, thought Iâd bake a special batch just for you.â
Hopper now joins you at the storeâs counter in front of Joyce. Heâs practically vibrating with his excited energy, so much so that he even smiles at you and claps a hand behind your back. âKid, itâs like you knew weâd be celebrating a monumental occasion today.â
âWhat, did Jonathan finally wash his bedsheets?â
Joyce shakes her head and Hopper claps again, now grasping your shoulders and shakes you around. âNo, even better! I got Mike out of my house!â
Through Joyce, you had learned all about Hopperâs utter disdain of Mikeâs relationship with El. He has spent every day at their cabin since getting together, and even you have had to pry the girl away from Mike a few times to hang out with her. Itâs hard bonding with El when Mike is breathing down your neck.
Youâre all for young love, you think theyâre adorable together, but christ. You understand Hopperâs frustration.
âActually,â youâre still being shaken by the man. âThat does sound better. Howâd ya do it?â
Hearing your question, Hopper thankfully stops shaking your shoulders and now happily points at Joyce. âIt was all her. Iâm the puppet, sheâs the master. Joyce gave me a brilliant script to say to the kid.â
âSo you remembered everything?â Joyce asks, now unwrapping one of your muffins with glee.
âYeah⊠well,â Hopper pauses. âI mean, I had to improvise a little bit, you know?â
You wince. âOh, thatâs never good.â
He glares at you but continues to explain. âIt turns out that getting to Mike was the key.â
His words only make you wince again, and you look at Joyce. She meets your eye and the two of you silently agree that something doesnât sound right here. She questions Hopper further. âAnd you didnât yell at him?â
Hopper hesitates, which you expected. âIâll⊠tell you everything over dinner.â
âOkay!â You step in between the adults and wave your arms out, preventing whatever else is about to be said. âIâm still here, letâs remember that.â
The chief glares at you again and narrows his eyes. âYouâre right, you are still here. Why are you still here?â
âBecause Mrs. Byers loves me and I baked her delicious muffins.â You deadpan, which Joyce chuckles at. âAnd while Iâm sure whatever she told you to say to Mike was lovely, I have my doubts that you actually listened.â
âSheâs got a point, Hop.â Joyce voices.
Hopper sighs at you both. âOkay, maybe I said some things, havenât told El the whole truth, but what else was I supposed to do?â
âNot lie to kids?â Crossing your arms, you make a face at the man.
âEasy for you to say, little miss Hawkinsâ sweetheart.â Hopper scoffs at you. âGot any better advice?â
You roll your eyes at his words. You understand that the man is still grappling with being a father again, heâs never been one to handle feelings any better, so you spare him some pity and try to be honest with him, say what he needs to hear. âLook, all Iâm saying is that the best thing my deadbeat father ever did was teach me kindness, and it broke my heart when he was dishonest in the end. Just, donât be that way with El, okay?â
Hopper is quiet as your words hang in the air.
Joyce is quiet as well, looking between you and the chief with a fondness in her eyes. Itâs not often she sees someone render Hopper speechless, and she knows that itâs one of the many things she loves the most about your relationship with him. Though she would never tell you this, she thinks that Hopper secretly has his own fondness for you as well.
When the silence stretches for an uncomfortably long amount of time, you clear your throat and change the subject. âWell! This was fun, happy we did this.â
Hopper snorts, relieved youâre moving on as well. âGet lost, kid.â
âGladly.â You turn back to Joyce and press a swift kiss to her cheek. âIâll see you later, Mrs. Byers!â
Joyce says goodbye as well, and when youâve left the store, she faces Hopper with a slight smirk. âSheâs a good kid, Hop.â
âShe is,â he agrees, looking down at his shoes. He will never admit this to anyone else, but to Joyce he knows his words are safe. âSheâs the best of âem.â
â
When you finally get to the mall, Dustin basically dumps his bike in a spot next to a disgruntled older couple and runs before you can even slow down. Heâs so lost in his excitement to see Steve as he runs towards Scoops and leaves you to deal with his bike and the couple alone, which you groan at.
âHe acts like itâs been a year,â you grumble, finally hopping off your own bike to grab Dustinâs and secure them both to a nearby rack. After mumbling a quick apology to the couple your brother practically threw a bike at, you run after him inside.
By the time you catch up, Dustin has just entered Scoops and is talking to Robin. You approach, curious to see how this event will unfold. Robin hasnât met your brother yet, and you have a feeling that his abrasive nature will either make her his biggest fan or absolutely hate him.
Itâs the Henderson charm, really.
âIâm Dustin,â your brother introduces himself as you come to stand next to him. When he notices your arrival, he motions towards you and winks at Robin. âIâm sure Y/N has told you all about me.â
Robin raises her eyebrows at the kid, and you try to cover a giggle with a cough. âIâm Robin. Iâm sure Y/N has told you a lot about me.â
âI probably have,â shrug, knowing you always talk about the people you love. When Robin and Dustin both look at you with confused faces, you quickly clarify, âIâve talked about you both, I mean.â
âCan we cut the chit chat?â Dustin asks, now annoyed by how long this conversation is taking. âItâs a pleasure to meet you Robin, but uh. Is he here?â
âIs who here?â Robin looks over at you for help, but before you can prepare her for the inevitable storm of Steveâs bizarre and endearing friendship with Dustin, the older teenâs body comes crashing through the backdoor and his sneakers squeak loudly against the tile.
âHendersons!â Steve raises his arms in the air in greeting, an ecstatic smile on his face when he sees both you and Dustin standing in Scoops Ahoy. You and your brother start to laugh as Steve now dances around, cheering and gleeful. âYouâre both here! Little Henderson is back!â
âIâm back!â Dustin cheers. âAnd you got the job!â
Steve is beaming and his smile is probably one of the happiest youâve seen cross his pretty face. He had complained about missing Dustin the entire month he had been gone, moaning and groaning about how he was bored at your house now that he didnât have Dustin to shoo away.
âI got the job!â Steve mimes playing the trumpet before he starts his intricate and dumb handshake with Dustin.
Itâs a complicated process, with fist bumps and pretend lightsaber death. They had come up with it during a particularly boring snow day at your house. You watched as they thought up the handshake while you made cocoa for everyone, heart swelling as Steve was so patient with your brother and encouraged his nerdy little habits.
It had taken them almost the entire day to create what they deemed âthe perfect handshakeâ, and as they go through it once more in Scoops Ahoy, you feel the same swelling in your chest as you did the very first time you saw them come up with the handshake.
While you gaze fondly at Dustin and Steve, Robin stands next to you and watches in horror. As Steve pretends to spew his guts everywhere, the girl leans over to you and says, âIs this what you deal with every day?â
âYeah,â you canât help but smile softly at the two boys. You missed seeing them together, more than you thought you had.
Robin sees the dreamy look in your eyes as you stare at Steve and she gags. Unhappy with how this day is looking, she turns to him. âHow many children are you friends with?â
Steveâs smile falls and he sighs in defeat. Wordlessly he points at Robin as he looks at Dustin and raises his eyebrows in an exasperated manner. Heâs had to deal with Robinâs teasing all summer, and Dustin seems to catch onto what heâs trying to tell him, so he quickly changes the subject. âSorry we got here so late, man. Y/N insisted on gossiping with Mrs. Byers before coming here.â
âI spoke with her for five minutes.â You roll your eyes at him.
âYeah, five minutes too long.â
âYour breath reeks.â
âYou have a pimple on your chin.â
You gasp and quickly cover your face. âI do notââ
âThis is fascinating,â Robin whispers as she looks between you and Dustin. âItâs like thereâs two Y/Ns.â
Steve, having heard Robin, laughs. His smile had returned to his face as he watched you interact with your brother. âTheyâre reunited for one day and are already at each otherâs throats.â
âGot a month of insults to catch up on,â you flick Steve, who winces and rubs his nose, offended.
Dustin suddenly straightens up. âSpeaking of catching upâŠâ He looks at you and tries to subtly motion over at Steve, mouthing âRussians!â, and being everything but discrete.
Steve frowns, unsure whatâs happening, but youâre too busy worrying about revealing anything to Robin; sheâs scarily good at reading people. Looking wearily at her, you clear your throat and tug at Dustinâs shirt. âCâmon, why donât we get some ice cream and tell Steve about what you built at camp?â
Again Steve frowns. He had been hoping to share a sundae with you, not talk about boring science stuff with your brother. âWhy do I wanna hear about some weird nerd techââ
âBecause you promised me free ice cream last night, when we called.â You interrupt, silently pleading with him to catch onto what youâre saying. âRemember?â
Something shifts within Steveâs eyes and his carefree expression now darkens. He remembers the fear in your voice last night over the phone, how you had asked him to tell you stories to fall asleep to. Clearing his throat, Steve nods and plays along. âOh, how could I forget? Take Dustin to your booth and Iâll whip up some sundaes.â
You smile at him, thankful as always for how attuned to you he is, before you say a quick goodbye to Robin and tug your brother over to where you normally sit. Once youâre sure Robin isnât listening, you yank at the boy. âReal subtle back there, doofus.â
âOh, like Robin would know what Russians could mean.â Dustin grumbles as he slides into your designated booth. His hand catches on something in the seat and he tugs at it, pulling out an old Captain America comic. Holding it up, he narrows his eyes at you. âYou really made a home here, huh?â
âSure did,â you prop your feet up and dig out the Spider-Man comic you had been reading a few days ago. âThe ice cream is surprisingly good here.â
âYeah, Iâm sure the ice cream is the reason youâre always here.â Dustin doesnât even want to imagine how many hours youâve spent in this cheesy ice cream parlor ogling over Steve. Maybe itâs a good thing he was gone most of the summer.
You flip to the last page you left off on and ignore Dustinâs insinuation. âHey, free ice cream is free ice cream.â
âCanât argue with you there.â Steve arrives and places down two giant sundaes onto the table. He slides next to you into the booth with a grand flourish. âTada!â
Dustin wastes no time digging into his ice cream, making obnoxious noises as he shoves the food into his mouth. You cringe, disgusted that youâre related to him, but Steve kisses your cheek when the kid isnât looking, and you canât help but smile. Sneaking your own kiss to his cheek, you thank him. âYouâre getting really good at whipping up sundaes, Steve.â
He preens at your praise. âItâs all in the forearms, ya know?â He makes a show out of rolling up his sleeves to show off his arms, which you giggle at with a slight flush on your face. Despite working inside all day, Steve has a nice sun kissed tan, which compliments how long his hair has gotten this summer.
Between his short Scoops Ahoy shorts and his hair streaked with sunlight, summer looks good on Steve.
In between bites of his ice cream, Dustin lifts his head up. âQuit talking about Steveâs arms and flirting in front of me, itâs gross.â
You fling a banana peel at him. âYouâre the one too busy devouring his food to talk about anything else.â
âSo you admit youâre flirting with me.â Steve teases, winking at you.
Dustin covers his eyes in disgust, forgetting about his ice cream entirely. âSeriously, stop it! Youâre my sister, how would you feel if I flirted with Suzie in front of you?â
âI wouldââ You try to think of a response, but ultimately you deflate, unable to come up with anything. Frustratingly, you realize that the kid has a point; youâd be incredibly grossed out as well. âI would hate it.â You sigh, accepting defeat.
âWhoâs Suzie?â Steve asks.
âDustinâs girlfriend.â You say, popping a cherry into your mouth as you eagerly await the teenâs reaction to the girlfriend news.
As expected, Steveâs jaw drops and turns to your brother. No way the little twerp got a girlfriend before him this summer. âGirlfriend? Since when?â
âMet her at camp,â Dustin smirks at him, proud heâs surprised Steve. âSheâs super hot, too. Hotter than Phoebe Cates.â
You roll your eyes at his insistence of referencing Suzieâs appearance, but Steve seems interested, although in disbelief as well. âNo, no way. Hotter than Phoebe Cates? No.â
âWhy is Phoebe Cates the gold standard?â You ask, unsure when she became everyoneâs dream woman. All things considered, sheâs incredibly attractive, but itâs weird that every boy youâve spoken to about this universally finds her attractive. Steve finds her attractive, which youâre choosing not to think about because you donât look anything like her.
Steve hears the slight bitterness in your tone and shuffles closer to you in the booth. Meanwhile, Dustin takes another bite out of his sundae and nods at him. âMhm, sheâs brilliant, too. She doesnât even care that my real pearls are still coming in.â
âThatâs great, Dustin!â You say, happy that your brother has found a girl who accepts him as he is. Itâs sweet, really.
âI know, right?â He sits up straighter in the booth and smiles even wider. âShe says kissing is better without teeth.â
You and Steve share a horrified look. Neither of you can believe what youâve just heard, and you think a part of you died inside. Suddenly, the delicious sundae youâd been eating now turns to cement in your stomach at the thought of your little brother kissing a girl who enjoys his lack of teeth. âOh, thatâs⊠Yeah.â
âWow!â Steve tries to mask his own horror and disgust, leaning even closer to you now to try and ground you as well. âYeah, thatâs⊠Thatâs great! Proud of you, man. ThatâsâThatâs kinda romantic?â
Dustin basks in Steveâs praise and your disgust slowly melts away. Your brother genuinely seems happy to be with Suzie and even happier to tell Steve about it all. He wonât admit it, but you know he idolizes the teen. Steveâs word is like an oath to him, not even you have this much influence over the boy. If it were anyone else, youâd be offended and hurt, but seeing Steve flash Dustin a wink, you couldnât have chosen anyone better for your brother to admire.
âSo do you really just get to eat as much of this as you want?â Dustin motions towards his half-eaten sundae before turning to you. âHow much ice cream have you had this summer?â
âA lot,â you shrug, taking another bite of your own sundae.
Steve lazily drapes an arm over you, which Dustin narrows his eyes at. âYeah, I mean. Sure. Itâs not really a good idea for me, though. I gotta keep in shape for the ladies.â
âUgh,â you scoff in disgust at Steveâs words and shrug his arm off of you before scooting away from him. Sometimes you forget how much of an idiot he can be. That he used to wear the crown of King Steve. You turn slightly away from him and finish eating your ice cream, annoyed and slightly hurt, though you know you have no right to be.
Itâs not like youâre with Steve, anyways.
Robin, from across the parlor, sees your sudden annoyance at Steve and calls out to him, âYeah, and howâs that working out for you?â
âIgnore her,â Steve groans, not having the energy to deal with Robinâs quips and your anger being directed at him. He turns to you and lowers his voice. âI was kidding, Y/N. You know thatââ
âRobin seems cool,â Dustin interrupts, not at all wanting to witness a loverâs feud between you and Steve. He left you two alone for a month, he thought heâd come back to you guys being an old married couple. Instead, he still has to suffer through your weird in between chaos.
You jump at the chance to gush about Robin, all while avoiding Steveâs pleading eyes. âSheâs amazing. Genuinely one of the coolest people I know.â
âSheâs not.â Steve corrects you, shaking his head. You roll your eyes at him and flick his ear, but as your hand lowers, he catches it with his and intertwines your fingers with a practiced ease. The action makes you blush and look away, still not ready to forgive him just yet. Steve sees the blush and feels your fingers tighten around his and he feels as if he can breathe again. Thereâs hope, at least. âSo, where are the other knuckleheads?â
Dustin sighs. âThey ditched me yesterday.â
âNo,â Steve canât believe what heâs hearing. âY/N, did they really?â
âThey⊠Kinda did.â You wince, absentmindedly placing your other hand on top of the one Steve is holding. He smiles softly at the action, momentarily forgetting about what you've just told him.
âMy first day back! Can you believe that shit?â Dustinâs hurt from last night returns, which only makes you feel worse.
Steve leans forward now, invested and equally as offended as the boy. âSeriously?â
âI swear to god,â Dustin pauses to take another bite of ice cream. âTheyâre gonna regret it, though, big time, when they donât get to share in my glory.â
You drop your head onto the table and groan. âIs this really how youâre going to segue into the Russian thing?â
âYouâre my sister. Why would you expect anything less of me?â
âTouche.â You lift your head back up and continue eating your ice cream. Itâs the only thing keeping you going right now. Steve has learned how to make your sundaes perfect, adding the peach ice cream you adore with just the right amount of whipped cream.
Meanwhile, Steve has a confused look on his face as he looks between you and Dustin. âGlory? Russians? Did I miss something?â
Dustin smiles mischievously and lowers his voice as he slides closer to the teen. You roll your eyes at his antics, knowing that the conversation thatâs about to unfold will only give you another headache. You missed Steve and Dustin being together, but you didnât miss the way they seemed to double in stupidity when together.
Looking around to make sure he wonât be heard, Dustin begins to explain. âSo, last night, as Y/N and I were trying to get in contact with SuzieâŠâ He pauses, sees that Scoops Ahoy is now filling with more customers, and lowers his voice even more to an almost inaudible whisper and covers his mouth.
You and Steve both lean forward, unable to hear him. The teen asks Dustin to repeat himself while you sit there with slight amazement. You know what Dustin is trying to say, youâre more just surprised the kid can be so quiet. Itâs a goddamn miracle, honestly.
Dustin inhales deeply and again tries to discreetly inform Steve of the Russian code, but his whispers are still too low to hear. Taking a final bite of your ice cream, you click your tongue at your brother. âYouâre really killing it there, buddy.â
âDude, just speak louder.â Steveâs curious interest is now more of an annoyance.
âI intercepted a secret Russian communication!â Dustin all but shouts, which causes you to practically throw yourself over the table to cover his mouth.
âJesus fuck!â You look around and see everyoneâs eyes on you, and with your hand still clamped firmly over your brotherâs mouth, you clear your throat and laugh nervously. âI mean, haha. Pardon me.â The customers give you a weird look but turn away, though Robin continues to stare at you.
Steve gently removes your hand from Dustinâs mouth and once again intertwines his fingers with yours. âJeez, okay. Yeah. Thatâs what I thought you said.â
âDid you have to yell?â You sneer at Dustin, still looking around nervously to make sure no one is paying too much attention to the three of you. While Hawkinâs Lab was overrun by Demodogs and every scientist within it died, youâre still terrified that they still have allies watching your every move.
Not that you think the Lab is responsible for Russians, but⊠Better safe than sorry.
Dustin rolls his eyes at you. âYour boyfriend is the one who couldnât hear me.â
Youâre about to correct him when Steve waves the boy off and goes back to the main topic. âWhat does any of that mean, though? The Russian code and whatever.â
âIt means that we can never catch a breakââ
âIt means, Steve,â Dustin sends you a dirty look. âThat we could be heroes. True American heroes.â
Steve seems into the idea and you want to scream. You hate the way Dustin is explaining all of this. âThis could mean danger, guys.â
Dustin rolls his eyes at you and Steve smiles wearily. âI donât know, Y/N. It doesnât seem so bad, ya know? Weâve fought Demodogs, how bad could some Russians be?â
You cross your arms and narrow your eyes. âThe Demodogs were created by shifty government facilities. Why are we assuming Russia doesnât have their own?â
âBut⊠American heroes.â Steve looks heartbreakingly pathetic as he says this, and you realize now that his fixation on being seen as some hero stems from the hurt he still feels over his father. He hadnât turned into who had expected to become, something that you know his father reminds him of every time he comes back from some business trip. You wish you could convince Steve that heâs more than what his father could ever expect him to be, but you know he wouldnât listen.
With Steveâs pleading eyes looking at you, lost and hopeless, you canât argue with him. Sighing, you accept that this is something he has to take part in, if only to rebuild his crumbling confidence. âTell him what youâre thinking, Dustin.â
âGladly.â Your brother wastes no time diving in, once more eager and excited to have the attention on him, and itâs only now that you realize heâs doing this for the same reason Steve is: they both feel abandoned and hurt. âWe need your help.â
âWith what?â
Dustin digs through his backpack and takes out the Russian dictionary he made you steal from work. He holds it up and shows it to Steve. âTranslation.â
Steveâs eyes widen and he grabs the book to inspect it. Thereâs a new spark in his eyes, one that died the day his father told him he wouldnât attend his graduation. âHoly shit.â
âYeah,â you exhale and slump in your seat. Thereâs no going back now. âI just want you both to know that I hate this plan and your excitement over it, but if I donât help then you guys will somehow end up in a Russian gulag, and that would just be on me.â
Steve shares a look with Dustin, whose sigh reflects your own. âGlad you have faith in us, Y/N.â
â
Itâs Steve's idea to work on the translation in the backroom of Scoops Ahoy, and neither you or Dustin argue. Technically, heâs the only one who has any real responsibilities today with work and all, so it makes sense to stay at Scoops and hide out there.
Dustin sits at the table next to you as he replays the tape recording over and over again. Steve paces the room and eats a banana, claiming he needed âbrain foodâ to focus on the complex Russian language. You sit with your head in your hands, trying desperately to hold onto the bizarre language that floats around the room.
After his tenth time replaying the code, Dustin pauses the recording and looks at you and Steve. âSo, what do you guys think?â
âIt sounded familiar.â Steve shoves a piece of banana into his mouth. You cringe at the obscene amount of food he tries to chew at once. Seeing your disgust, Steve waves the banana in your face and asks with a mouthful of food, âWan sum?â
âItâs like you want me to hate you today,â you slap the banana away, which he chuckles at.
Dustin gets both of your attention again with slight annoyance. He didnât miss the weird flirting between the two of you at all. âGuys, focus. What do you mean the recording sounds familiar?â
âThe music,â Steve still speaks with his mouth full. âThe music right there at the end.â
âWhy are you listening to the music, Steve?â Dustin exclaims, exasperated.
As your brother berates Steve for his lack of Russian translating, you sit up in your seat processing what heâs just previously said. While you hadnât thought much of it before, now that Steve has pointed it out, the music does sound familiar. You swear youâve heard it somewhere before, but you canât remember where or when. Itâs a hazy memory, distant in your mind, yet right in front of you. Itâs incredibly frustrating.
âI think Steve is onto something,â you say, but the two boys are too busy fighting to hear you.
âIâm trying to listen to the Russian but thereâs musicââ
Suddenly the back door swings open and Robin appears. She looks agitated after having to man the cash register all by herself while Steve hides out in the breakroom. âAlright, babysitting time is over. You need to get in there.â When she sees that youâve erased her whiteboard and replaced her âyou suckâ columns with the Russian alphabet, her agitation only increases. âHey, my board! That was important data, shitbirds.â
You get up from the table and walk up to the girl, feeling bad. While you arenât sure what exactly her âyou suckâ column and tallies were for, it had been her creation that you had erased without thinking to ask. Plus, you really donât want her seeing the Russian dictionary on the table. âIâm sorry, Robinââ
âNot you, Y/N. Youâre not a shitbird,â she points over to Steve and Dustin. âThose two are shitbirds.â
âI guarantee you, what weâre doing is way more important than your data.â Dustin interjects, a smug look on his face that makes you want to scream. He isnât at all helping the situation.
Robin begins to walk over to the boys and you reluctantly follow. âYeah? And how do you know these Russians are up to no good anyways?â
Dustinâs jaw drops and Steve almost chokes on his banana. Seeing their stunned reactions of Robin having figured out what youâve been doing, you sigh in disappointment. Theyâre such idiots sometimes. They wrote Russian on the whiteboard, out in the open, and have been playing the recording out loud, full volume, on repeat.
Of course Robin caught onto what you were doing.
Which only makes your nervous body tense up even more. You hate that you have to lie to her, youâve become really close with her during your visits to Scoops, but you donât want to drag her into anything dangerous. Youâre not sure what exactly any of this Russian code means, but Robin has been nothing but kind to you this summer, you truly care about her, and it would kill you if something were to happen because of you.
So, despite knowing how smart Robin is, you try to think of a cover story. âWe were just interested in the language. Ya know, a summer hobby.â
âI can hear everything, Y/N.â Robin sees right through your lies. âYour idiotic brother and boyfriend are both extremely loud.â
âSteve isnât my boyfriendââ
âYou three think you have evil Russians plotting against our country, on tape and youâre trying to translate, but havenât figured out a word because you didnât realize Russians use an entirely different alphabet than we do.â
You, Steve, and Dustin all look at one another in varying degrees of awe and despair.
Robin, seeing your stunned faces, smiles. âSound about right?â
âHow could you not know about the Russian alphabet, Y/N?â Dustin angrily whispers at you as if somehow itâs your responsibility to know the ins-and-outs of the language.
âWhy would Iâyou know what, no.â You ignore your brother and turn to Robin, trying to alleviate the situation and prevent her from finding out anything else. Sheâs too fucking smart, itâs both admirable and aggravating. âLook, whatever you think you heardââ
Suddenly Robin lunges for the Russian dictionary on the table, but Steveâs quick reflexes enable him to grab the book before she can. âWoah! What do you think youâre doing?â
âI wanna hear it.â She juts her chin out in defiance, though you see the slightly hurt expression she tries to mask. She hates that youâre purposely excluding her and taking Steveâs side in this.
You wish you could tell her the truth.
âWhy?â You ask in unison alongside Steve and Dustin.
âBecause maybe I can help. Iâm fluent in four languages, ya know.â
Dustin perks up, now more open to the idea of Robinâs involvement. âRussian?â
âOu-yay are-yay umb-day.â
Steve and Dustin gasp, believing that theyâve just heard Robin say something in Russian, but you know better. One summer, when the party had been especially nosy and insisted on following you and Jonathan around, the two of you had learned pig latin in order to communicate without the twerps eavesdropping.
Learning against the table, you smirk at Robin. âOsay ouyay owknay igpay atinlay.â
âHoly shit!â Dustin gasps and Steve almost falls over with how quickly he looks at you in shock. Both boys stare at you in awe and you almost feel bad for their tiny little brains.
Robin canât help but smile at you, you somehow always manage to surprise her. âImpressive, Y/N. Didnât think you knew pig latin either.â
âThat was pig latin?â Steve scrunches his face and hits your brother with his banana peel. âIdiot.â
âSteve, please donât hit my brother with banana peels,â you pinch the bridge of your nose. Itâs only noon and youâre already exhausted from todayâs events. âBut yes, that was pig latin.â
Dustin shoves Steve away from him and focuses on you again. âWhen did you learn pig latin?â
âThe summer you and the party decided to stalk me and Jonathan.â You shrug, though you smile fondly at the memory. It had been a good summer, just the two of you holed up in your room as you quizzed each other on the bizarre language.
Steve, seeing your fondness at the memory, frowns. He doesnât like the uncomfortable heat that he feels ignite within his stomach at the thought of you still being so fond over Jonathan. He trusts you, he trusts what you have, but he will never feel equal to him.
Robin notices Steveâs brewing insecurity and quickly changes the subject. She doesnât have time for the usual hormonal drama between the two of you. All she wants right now is to decipher the Russian so that she can catch a break from Erica and her demanding need to try every free sample ever. âBack to the main point: I can speak Spanish and French and Italian, and Iâve been in band for twelve years. My ears are little geniuses, trust me.â
You bite your lip. Truthfully, Robin has the highest chance of unraveling whatever the hell is in the recording. Youâre horrible with languages, high school Spanish had nearly killed you, and Steve and Dustin stand no better chance. âRobinâŠâ
âCome on,â she begs. âItâs Steve's turn to sling ice cream and my turn to translate.â
Steve and Dustin turn to you, unanimously agreeing that youâre the leader in this situation; whatever call you make, theyâll listen. Robin sees the conflict on your face and tries one last time. âI donât even want credit. Iâm just bored and wanna hang out with you.â
Your head spins. Robinâs pleading eyes are hard to fight against and you realize that she already knows more than youâd want her to; sheâs already a part of it all, whether you like it or not. Sighing, you give in. âFine, but only if you promise not to ask any questions about whatever we may find.â
âWhat would I even question?â She asks, unsure why your tone is more foreboding than accepting.
You share a look with Steve and Dustin. The three of you know just how quickly something simple can spiral into chaos in Hawkins. âJust⊠promise me, okay?â
Robin extends her hand, just happy to finally have something better to do. âYouâve got yourself a deal.â
After you shake her hand, she tosses her ice cream scoop to Steve and he hands her the Russian dictionary. Seeing the exchange sends a slight shiver down your spine. You donât like how much it feels like youâve just signed Robinâs life away.
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True to her word, Robinâs ears are little geniuses.
With her helping, you and Dustin are able to speed through the translating as Steve works the register. Youâre tasked with writing down the letters that Dustin calls from the whiteboard as Robin listens to the tape over and over again.
âWeird ârâ with a hook!â Your brother declares for the last letter.
You write it down and canât help but frown at the message youâve seemingly deciphered. Showing the writing to Robin, you ask what she thinks. âAre you sure it was that weird ârâ sound?â
âIâm positive,â she says. âCâmon, letâs go tell Steve.â
âAre we sureââ You try to ask her again, but Robin has already made her way to the sliding window and gets Steveâs attention.
âWeâve got our first sentence!â
You make your way over and lean against the window as well. Steve, holding two ice cream cones, seems excited by the news. âOh, seriously?â
âItâs a hesitant first sentence.â You butt in, still unsure if itâs even correct.
Robin rolls her eyes at you. âIgnore her, Iâm right.â Then, clearing her throat, she does an impressive Russian accent. ââThe week is longâ.â
Steveâs shoulders slump, clearly having expected something better. âWell thatâs thrilling.â
âTold you it was a hesitant first sentence.â Then you turn to Robin. âNice accent, by the way.â
âWhy thank you,â she tips her hat at you before focusing back on Steve. âAnd I know it isnât thrilling, but itâs progress!â
And with that, Robin spins around and goes back to the table in the breakroom, eager to decipher more of the code. Youâre about to kiss Steveâs cheek and say goodbye, but then your eyes land on a familiar red-haired girl and her friend standing in front of the register. You look down at the ice cream in Steveâs hands and note the familiar order youâve come to memorize since the mall opened.
âMax? El?â You lean further out the window, pleasantly surprised to see them. âWhat are you guys doing here? Whereâs the rest of the party?â
The girls wave at you and giggle, and you realize now that youâve never actually seen them alone together before. Normally theyâre with Lucas or MIke, so itâs a bit jarring to see them getting along so well without the boys. Jarring, but also very lovely.
âWe donât need those idiots.â Max responds, which makes El giggle even more.
Steve whistles, impressed by Maxâs bluntness, and hands them their ice cream. They begin to eat the treat before a thought occurs to him. âWait a second, are you even allowed to be here?â
You walk through the breakroom and come out the main doors to join Steve at the register. While youâre happy to see Max and El getting along, Steve has a point. Why is El here in such a public space? When you had asked Hopper last month if you could take El to Steveâs graduation, it had taken a whole debate and a fresh batch of cookies in order to convince the old man to let her come.
El is still technically forbidden from being seen in public, and yet here she is: running around Starcourt with Max.
You put your hands on the counter and lean towards the girls. They take a few steps back, now knowing that youâre onto them. âMax, El, what are you up to?â
Their eyes widen while you narrow yours, daring them to lie. Then, quickly glancing at one another, they turn around and run out of Scoops Ahoy, leaving you alone with Steve. You both stand there, dumbfounded.
âI thought I only ever had to worry about the boys.â You whisper, horrified. âThe girls were supposed to be the ones I could trust.â
Steve rubs your shoulders and kisses your cheek. âYouâre gonna go after them, arenât you?â
You drop your head and sigh. âYeah, I am.â
âIâll tell Robin you had a babysitting emergency.â He presses a kiss to your neck now, which you shiver at, before gently shoving you out from behind the counter. âGood luck, angel.â
Steveâs kisses give you the energy you need to run after Max and El. Theyâre surprisingly fast as they giggle and trade ice cream cones to share. You call after them as you dodge random people in the mall, but your calls are in vain. They ignore you and continue to skip happily away from you.
âGuys!â When you finally catch up to them, theyâre outside standing in front of the bike rack. âWhy are you in front of the bikesâoh.â
You see Mike, Lucas, and Will unlocking their bikes from the rack as they bicker over something. Faintly you hear Mike and Lucas arguing about splitting money while Will is silent.
Thereâs a tension between the girls and boys that you now take note of. Normally El would have already been wrapped around Mikeâs arms, but she remains by your side as Max approaches the boys. âWell, isnât this a nice surprise?â
When Mike sees El, he drops his bike in shock. âWhat are you doing here?â
âShopping.â El says as she glares at the boy.
Youâve never seen her so cold towards someone. Itâs kind of frightening, honestly. âOh, Wheeler, what did you do?â
âWhat did I do? No, what did you do? Youâre the one who is letting her walk around Starcourt where everyone can see her!â Mike shrieks, always finding ways to blame you for his own problems.
You scoff. âHey, Iâve only known about this for like, a second longer than you have.â
âSure, likely story.â
âHave you ever considered not pissing off your girlfriend?â
âHave you ever considered getting a better boyfriend than Harrington?â
âOkayââ
Max steps in between you and Mike, annoyed. âBoth of you shut up!â She waves her hand over Elâs outfit and tries to turn the conversation around. âThis is Elâs new style. What do you think?â
âI think she looks niceââ
Mike cuts you off. âWhatâs wrong with you? You know sheâs not allowed to be here.â
âWhat is she, your little pet?â
El clenches her jaw. âYeah. Am I your pet?â
âWhat? No!â Mike denies, equally as confused as you are.
Youâre not quite sure how you ended up in this situation.
âThen why do you treat me like garbage?â El questions the boy.
You frown at this and subtly step towards Lucas, desperately hoping for some clarification. âDid I miss something?â
âItâs a long story.â He sighs, and you now realize that Max must be angry with him, too.
El continues to interrogate Mike, and you almost feel bad for the boy. âYou said Nana was sick.â
âShe is! She is sick.â Mike lies through his teeth. You think about what Hopper told you earlier, how he had said some things to get Mike away from El, and you suppose now that it had involved some type of lie about the kidâs grandma.
Then Mike shoves at Lucas to get him to play along as well. Reluctantly he echoes his friend, though you know heâs aware that heâs only making this worse for himself. âSheâs super sick, thatâs why weâre here, actually.â
Mike is quick to follow along. âYeah, weâre shopping! Not for us, but for her, for Nana.â
You catch Willâs eyes, who has remained silent this entire time, and he shakes his head at you in disappointment. You look back at Mike and Lucas now, unamused. âNana isnât sick, is she?â
âShe is! ButâŠâ Mike fumbles over his words now. âWeâre also here to get a gift for El. We justâwe couldnât find anything that suited her and I only have like, $3.50, so itâs hard.â
âItâs expensive⊠Had we known you were at the mall we wouldâve asked you for money.â Lucas mumbles, which you flick his forehead at. âOw, Y/N!â
El looks between Lucas and Mike, her eyes showing her hurt. âYou lie.â When neither boy says anything, her hurt only grows and her voice wavers with tears. âWhy do you lie?â
Again, Elâs words are met with silence. Mike looks down, too ashamed to meet her eyes, and you shift uncomfortably, feeling even worse for the kid. You hadnât expected to witness an awkward relationship feud today, and it wasnât all entirely his fault. You know that Hopper played a role in this.
Later, when you have the time, youâre definitely going to yell at the police chief about this.
As the silence drags on, the local bus that drives everyone in Hawkins to Starcourt now arrives in the parking lot. Hearing its brakes hiss, El looks behind her and seems to make up her mind about something. Her face is stony as she approaches Mike and her words are laced with venom. âI dump your ass.â
You and Max gasp, though yours is more from shock and Max is more from being impressed.
Mikeâs face falls and El whips around and begins walking towards the bus. Max follows, waving goodbye to you, and youâre left to deal with the unfortunate outcome of this bizarre situation.
Laughing nervously, you awkwardly pat Mikeâs back. âYouâll⊠Uh, fix this, right?â
Mike slaps your hand away and marches back towards his bike. His shoulders droop and he looks tired from all heâs had to deal with today. Lucas doesnât look any better and silently follows after his friend. Will is the only one who remains, and he drops his head to your chest and groans. âI just wanted to play DnD today.â
âI know, little bee.â You scratch his head and try to console him. âBut sometimes life gets in the way. Right now Mike and Lucas need you, do you think you could help them?â
Will looks up at you. âI donât know⊠Maybe, I guess.â
âDo what you can,â you kiss his forehead, wishing you could do more for him. All heâs wanted to do all summer is be a kid again, but his peers are growing older and leaving him behind. It isnât anyoneâs fault. âI gotta go, buddy. But I promise you and I will do something this week, just the two of us, okay?â
He nods, content with this, and you ruffle his hair before heading back inside to Scoops.
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Hours later, you, Steve, Dustin, and Robin all uncover the rest of the Russian code.
You stand with your back against Steveâs chest as he has his arms draped loosely over you. Robin and Dustin stand to your left as you all face the whiteboard that has the message written on it, reading it out loud.
ââThe week is long. The silver cat feeds when blue meets yellow in the westâ.â
Thereâs a pause as you all take in the bizarre message. Youâre extremely doubtful that itâs right. The order of the words is too abstract to possibly be purposeful. It just doesnât make any sense.
âAre we sure this is right?â You ask the group, knowing no one else will utter the doubt that settles over the room. Steve tightens his arms around you and shrugs.
âIt has to be.â Dustin mumbles, though even he looks unsure.
Robin sighs. âWell, whether or not weâre right, dingus and I have to close up shop.â
Steve groans but reluctantly lets go of you so that he can help Robin with closing. While the two teens wash the ice cream scoopers and put away the remaining ice cream, you sit with Dustin at one of the booths.
âMaybe itâs a code?â
âDustin, we just translated a foreign language. Thinking itâs a code seems like a cop-out, honestly.â You rest your head in your hands and watch Steve count the money in the register. Feeling your eyes on him, he looks up and winks at you. Blushing, you look back at your brother. âWe probably just translated it wrong.â
âMy ears are right! We didnât translate anything wrong!â Robin shouts from across the store.
Dustin perks up. âSee? We have to assume weâre onto something.â
You bite your lip, still unsure, but leave the topic alone for now. Thereâs no point arguing with Dustin and Robin because itâs not like any of you can just ask a native Russian speaker who is correct. If it somehow ends up being a hidden code, then youâll apologize to Robinâs ears later.
Itâs quiet in the parlor after that, but when Steve and Robin have finished closing and he pulls the gate down to lock up the store before you all go home, Steve canât help but bring the subject up again. âI meanâitâs just, it canât be right.â
âItâs right.â Robin affirms once more, and Dustin nods at her appreciatively.
âHonesty, I think itâs great news.â
Steve walks next to you as the four of you slowly head towards the mallâs exit. Itâs late, youâre tired from your long day of translating the Russian language, and youâre ready to go to bed. Then, as if somehow knowing the exhaustion that weighs upon you, you feel Steve slip his hand into yours. His fingers are warm and the touch soothes you as he gently guides the two of you.
âHow is this great news?â Steve asks your brother. âI mean, so much for being American heroes. Itâs total nonsense.â
âThe goal isnât to be American heroes, dummy.â You chide, tugging at your hands to make sure he looks at you and listens. âWe arenât still going to follow this, are we?â
Dustin rolls his eyes at you both. âItâs not nonsense, itâs too specific and obviously a code. And yes weâre going to keep following this. Weâre onto something, I can feel it!â
âAll I feel right now is a crippling migraine forming,â you groan, rubbing at your temples.
Steve kisses your head in concern, feeling bad that heâs kept you out so late. However, he also really, really would love to become someone important. Someone worthy of his dadâs favor, so he follows after Dustin, curious despite it all. âWhat do you mean a code?â
âLike a super secret spy code.â
âThatâs a total stretch.â
You snort. âThatâs what I said, but no. Why should we ever listen to Y/N? Itâs not like sheâs always right in the end.â
Robin winces, afraid to annoy you further, but she canât help but agree with Dustin. âI donât know, is it really a stretch?â
âNo, please donât tell me you believe my brother.â Youâre betrayed, hurt even, that Robin would succumb to Dustinâs fantasies.
Normally youâre all for believing your brother, but Russians in Hawkins leaving a hidden code in a radio frequency that can be accessed by the public? You may have fought alternate dimension monsters and you may know a girl with mind control powers, but even this feels far fetched.
âListen, just for kicks, letâs entertain the possibility that it is a secret Russian transmission. Whatâd you think they were gonna say, âfire the warhead at noonâ?â Robin raises her eyebrows at you.
âWell⊠no.â You slump your shoulders, knowing that she has a point. âButââ
âJust admit weâre right, Y/N.â Dustin says, annoyed.
Robin turns to you and almost groans when she sees your hand intertwined with Steveâs. Her voice falters for a moment at the sight, but she clears her throat and carries on with the conversation. âAnd my translation is correct. I know that for sure, so⊠âthe silver cat feedsâ. Why would anyone talk like that unless theyâre trying to mask the meaning of their message?â
Dustin is next to her now, hanging onto her every word as you and Steve lag behind. âExactly!â
âIt is a weird phrase,â you mumble under your breath, and Steve canât help but chuckle at how endearing you are when you try to play the reasonable role. Itâs never any use, youâre everything that hope and optimism embodies; itâs adorable.
Robin sees that youâre close to giving in and begins to ramble now. âWhy would anyone mask the true meaning of their message unless the message was somehow sensitive?â Again Dustin agrees with everything she says and Steve shrugs his shoulders while all you do is sigh in defeat. Looking at your brother, Robin concludes, âGuess that confirms your suspicions.â
âEvil Russians.â
âOkay, no.â You step between them now. âWhat if theyâre just, like, really shy Russians who want some privacy? Why do we always jump to the evil conclusion?â
Dustin shoulders you to get you to shut up, and you shove him back, starting a small spat between the two of you. He hits your shoulder, you hit his stomach, and Steve watches with amusement while Robin stares in horror.
âDo we stop them?â She asks the teen.
Steve shakes his head. âIâve learned that itâs best to just let them fight it out. Itâs been a month, theyâre behind on their fist fighting schedule.â
âI heard that!â You quickly say to him before yanking Dustinâs shirt to get him off of your back.
Seeing your struggle, Robin forces your brother off of you and holds him by his arms so that he doesnât jump on you again. Dustin complains, but quickly shuts up at what Robin says. âFocus! Iâm trying to tell you that I agree with you, this is totally evil Russians.â
Dustin stops struggling against her, now elated at the idea of defeating evil foreigners. âSo how do we crack it?â
You were scared that Robin and Dustin wouldnât get along, but as you watch them bounce schemes off of one another and plan an evil Russian take down, youâre now terrified of the friendship brewing between them. Itâs worse than Steve with Dustin; Robin is just as cunning as your brother is.
She thinks for a moment. âI guess we translate the rest and hopefully a pattern emerges.â
âHave we ever considered a game plan for after poking our noses where they donât belong?â Dustin and Robin both glare at you and you hold your hands up in surrender. âHey, Iâm just saying.â
âIgnore her, Robin. She likes to pretend sheâs the rational one in these types of situations.â Dustin whispers to her, which you roll your eyes at. Steve kisses your cheek as a way to console you as your brother continues to speak. âAnyways, maybe the âsilver catâ is a meeting place?â
âOr a person.â Robin theorizes.
âOr a weapon.â
As the two of them come up with insane theories about what the code could mean, you notice that Steve is no longer by your side. Turning around, you find him stopped at one of the carousel horses meant for little kids. Heâs bent over it, examining it. You frown, unsure what heâs doing, and walk over to him.
Resting a hand against his back, you lean down next to him. âCan I ask what weâre looking at here, honey?â Heâs mumbling under his breath and digging through his pockets for something. Now youâre starting to get concerned. âSteve?â
âI needâdo you have a quarter?â
âNo?â Youâre even more concerned now. Placing the back of your hand against his forehead, you check his temperature. âAre you feeling okay?â
âSure youâre tall enough for that ride?â Robin quips as she and Dustin now join.
âQuarter!â Steve demands, nearly falling over as he tries to catch the one that she tosses him. When he catches it he quickly pushes the coin into the machineâs slot, bringing it to life. Music begins to play as the horse moves back and forth. Itâs ominous, almost, in the mallâs dim lighting with no one else around.
Steve listens intently to the music, his face concentrated as if trying to understand something. As the music continues to play, you canât help but feel that it sounds familiar. It reminds you of something, maybe a distant memory that you canât quite recall. Wanting to understand more, you lean in close to the machine as well and mirror Steveâs actions. âThe musicâŠâ
âTheyâve both lost it,â Dustin mumbles when he sees that youâre also now analyzing a stupid carousel horse.
âY/N, you helping little Stevie up onto the ride?â Robin laughs at her own joke, but you swat at her to shush her.
As the song plays once more, it finally clicks. Your mind flashes back to your conversation with him earlier in the break room as you kept replaying the Russian recording over and over again. Itâs the same song. With a gasp, you throw your arms around Steveâs neck and begin kissing his face over and over again. âYouâre a genius!â
Steve leans into your kisses and smiles at the praise, relieved that you donât think heâs some idiot. Though his heart is beating wildly, he clears his throat and shrugs as if it isnât a big deal. âI have my moments.â
âCare to share with the class, dinguses?â
Robinâs voice startles you, having momentarily forgotten where you were. Blushing, you pull away from Steve and clear your throat as well and act as if you werenât just drowning the boy in kisses. âListen to the song, guys.â
The seriousness of your tone causes Dustin to finally listen to the music as well. It only takes him a few seconds to piece together what you and Steve already have. âHoly shit. The music.â
âThe music.â You confirm with pride, still incredibly amazed that Steve managed to remember such a small yet crucial detail. Since coming to befriend him, youâve come to admire just how perceptive he is. Sure, he may not be a math whiz, but his emotional and creative intelligence leaves you in awe every time you see it. Heâs smarter than anyone gives him credit for.
You wish his father saw this intelligence within him. Honestly, you wish more people did.
Dustin yanks his backpack off of his shoulder and starts rustling through it as he searches for something. When he finds his tape recorder, he starts to play the Russian transmission again. Hearing the audio and carousel play simultaneously side by side, it only confirms what Steve has long since figured out: itâs the same song.
Not being able to help yourself, you again kiss Steveâs cheek, giddy and proud of him. âYouâre brilliant.â
He preens while Robin scrunches her nose, unsure why youâre all over the guy because of some song. âI donât understand.â
âItâs the exact same song on the recording.â Dustin explains to her.
âMaybe they have horses like this in Russia?â
You nod at her. âMaybe? We should look into who produces these machines, it could be our new lead.â
Steve shakes his head. ââIndiana Flyerâ? I donât⊠I donât think so.â
Something seems to shift within his voice and his face now twists with slight fear. He looks as if heâs realized something awful, and you feel your own joy from earlier vanish. A chill runs through you, the same awful feeling of dread that once overwhelmed you when Will originally disappeared now courses through you again.
âWhat is it?â You softly ask Steve, already bracing yourself for the worst.
He frowns at the apprehension in your voice and the worried crease between his brows makes you want to smooth away the concern. You know he doesnât want to scare you, that heâs always trying to make things easier for you, so you tilt your head at him and nod slightly; you want him to tell you. Seeing your unspoken permission, he sighs. âThis code, it⊠didnât come from Russia. It came from here.â
You, Robin, and Dustin all look at one another. Fear settles over the group, you can feel its heavy weight like an old, familiar friend.
âWhy does everything happen in Hawkins?â You say to no one in particular, still trying to process what this all means.
Dustin sighs and Steve drops his head.
Somehow, you always end up here.
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Steve offers to drive you and Dustin home after seeing how shaken up you are by the latest Russian revelation. Tired and exhausted and terrified as usual, you accept.
It takes some trial and error, but eventually he and your brother manage to fit your bikes in the back of the BMW.
The drive to your house is filled with awkward banter between Steve and Dustin. You sit quietly in the passenger seat as the two boys try to make light of the situation, but not even their jokes can lessen the fear that creeps into the car; none of you are sure what to make of all of this.
When Steve pulls up to your house, all that youâve managed to do the entire car ride is make a mental note to call Jonathan about everything later. Itâs not your best plan, you wish that there was more you could do, but at the very least you know that he and Nancy can help.
Dustin scrambles out of the car, desperate to escape the tension within it. âSee you tomorrow, Steve!â He calls behind him before slamming the car door shut.
You snort softly at your brother, finally moving to unbuckle your own seatbelt, before Steve places his hand on yours and stops you. Heâs noticed how quiet youâve been the entire car ride and the way your eyes have clouded over with fear. He hates it. âDo me a favor?â
âYes?â You blink at him, unsure what he could want at this hour. Itâs late and your mom expects you home soon.
âLeave your window unlocked for me.â He winks at you, trying to play coy, but you see the genuine concern for you hidden beneath his actions.
You canât help but smile; it feels as if you can breathe again. âSteve Harrington, why should I leave my window unlocked for you?â
Your smile sends a warmth through Steveâs chest as relief washes over him. Heâs doing something right. Heâs gotten you to smile. âBecause Iâm planning on sneaking in after I park my car a few blocks down so your mom wonât see me.â
Though you know what he had been implying, hearing him say the words out loud causes a wild blush to burn across your cheeks and your stomach to swoop. Steve has never done this before, sneaking into your room like some lovestruck teenager late at night, itâs been the one boundary neither of you have crossed before.
âI suppose I can do that.â You say with an air of indifference, which Steve rolls his eyes at. âStrictly friendly, of course.â
âOh, of course.â
You giggle, finally unbuckling your seatbelt, and you exit the car after kissing the boyâs cheek. His face is warm against your lips and youâre coming to memorize the way your nose presses against the indent of his cheek bones.
When you get inside, your mom is knitting on the couch while Tews sits in her lap. She greets you with a smile and you compliment the scarf sheâs making. âIâm sure itâll be perfect for this winter, mom.â
She thanks you and wishes you a good night, noticing the bags underneath your eyes with slight concern. Inside your room, you quickly clear away the scattered pieces of paper on your desk and arrange your bedding so that it isn't strewn across the room. Steve has been in your room a million times now, and yet you canât help but feel like tonight is different for some reason.
True to his word, within ten minutes Steve is knocking on your window. Hearing the quiet way his knuckles rap against the glass makes your heart jump in your stomach. Your body practically buzzes as you go to open the window, eager to have him close to you.
âTook you long enough,â you tease, opening the window wide enough for him to crawl through.
Steve pulls himself up with ease, his biceps strain against his Scoops Ahoy uniform, and youâve never been more thankful for corporate policy. âSorry, angel. Came here as fast as I could.â
You tug at his shirt and the two of you are falling into your bed. He lands on you with a soft thud and your body has long since become accustomed to his weight. As his body settles upon yours, it feels like coming home. You exhale deeply, wrapping your arms around his body, and Steve nuzzles his face into your neck and presses a gentle kiss there.
Everything swirling violently within your head now stills. The constant onslaught of worries and doubts finally quiets, and you know that despite it all, at least you have Steve.
âWeâll figure it out, ya know.â Steveâs lips move against the skin of your neck as he speaks, making you shiver slightly at the sensation.
âI know,â you start to play with his hair, needing something to do with your hands as you speak. âBut⊠How many times are we going to keep doing this? Be the only people in Hawkins aware of whatâs going on?â
Steve is silent for a few moments, allowing your words to sink in. He rolls them around in his head, he knows that the question isnât one that comes from doubt of what he and the others are capable of. You donât lack faith, you lack the willingness to constantly place the ones you love at risk. It just isnât in your nature.
âAs many times as needed.â He pauses again, unsure how to express to you his certainty that youâre capable of so much with all the love within you. If thereâs anyone in this shitty town who is a real American hero, itâs you. âI mean, after everything weâve been through these last two years, measly Russians are no big deal. Weâve fought worse monsters than Communism.â
You laugh, he always somehow gets you to laugh, and the sound is as angelic to Steve as your eyes are to him. He tightens his arms around you and relishes in the way your body presses against his, how he can feel your body move with every inhale of your laugh.
Then, slowly, your laughter dies down. Reality settles upon you once more and you want to believe Steve, you do, and you try to reassure yourself that heâs right⊠but something feels off about this. You canât exactly articulate what it is, but there's this haze of uncertainty that youâve never quite felt before; a vulnerability that leaves you feeling cold in his arms.
Sensing your fear rising up again, Steve tries to distract you by changing the subject. âSpeaking of monsters, I recruited the little heathens to help with your birthday gift.â
The change of subject works. You raise your head and look at the teen. âYou mean the party? You got them to help with a gift for me?â
âDonât sound so surprised, Y/N.â Steve butts his head against your chin playfull. âI can make them listen to me⊠sometimes.â
You stare at him, knowing heâs full of shit. âGo on, tell me all about how you got them to listen to you.â
He tries to hold your gaze, refusing to back down, but he cracks after only a few seconds. âOkay, fine. It took a lot of pleading and I now owe a bunch of pre-teens money.â
A loud, full body laugh escapes your lips, and Steve laughs with you. The two of you hold one another and feel each other laugh, chests rising with glee. For a moment you feel okay again, forgetting everything else for now. Youâre carefree in this moment, feeling like a little kid again, something only Steve can do to you.
When your laughs die down, you and Steve quietly lay together. No other words manage to find their way in the dark of your room, all that needs to be said has been laid to rest. His warm breaths hit the base of your neck as your nails scratch against his scalp. While you feel safe in his arms, thereâs still so much that needs to be said.
Staring at the ceiling of your room, you see faint threads and strings and lines that you thought you put to rest that night in Jonathanâs room this winter. Now, theyâre back again, only this time itâs a different boy within your arms. Something akin to doubt creeps in.
Steve already has all of you, you told him youâd wait, but what if youâve missed your chance again with him like you did with Jonathan? When June began, Steve promised that you had all summer together. He calls you angel and tells you stories to fall asleep to on the phone, and yet the threads that glow above you taunt you.
You love him, you do, but youâre terrified that whatever the two of you uncover with the Russians will somehow pry you apart.
Just like Willâs disappearance had pried Jonathan away from you two years ago.
July looms over you and summer is going by faster than you thought it would. The promise of summer, one that usually leaves the nostalgic taste of honey on your tongue, now threatens to choke you.
As if having a mind of their own, your arms tighten even more around Steve, almost as if somehow you can shield what the two of you have from the dangers within Hawkins.
You hope itâs enough.
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âyouâre shortâ
âokay? so put some inches in meâ
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all i can imagine is a sassy/bratty reader and a cocky gojo đ
weâre going to ignore that iâve only seen one ep of jjk and iâm already requesting smut over it â ïž
OOH, YOU FLIRTIN'?
đ GOJO ăăšă
[ Note ] : đ„”đł what a vision! and lol one ep into jjk n alr thirsty for gojo love that đ also u n me are so small compared to him đ« also idk if he's more cocky or dorky in this oops lol. and i am writing this on my phone at a sleepover lord help me i have been awkwardly shifting around and avoiding showing my screen to any eyes đđ
[ Warnings ] : đ minors do not read/interact : suggestive/18+ content/smut, mentions virgin reader, getting caught
[ Playme ] : XXX
"You're so short."
"Okay, so put some inches in me."
"Yeah, I bet you'd like that, huh?"
"I would, actually."
"Ooh, you flirtin' with me, shorty?"
"Yeah, well you started it, big boy."
Big boy...? đł
Gojo Satoru, your very cheeky and very bold classmate, who has not held back on flirting teasing you about your height since he met you, is rendered speechless for the first time.
But only for a moment. Soak up your victory quick. He stutters. His brain chokes up. His heart throbs like he's just developed an instant crush. His uniform pants feel uncomfortable.
And then he reanimates himself once he hears Suguru snickering next to him.
"That's pretty bold of you, huh?" he smirks toothily, sinking his shaky hands in his pockets. "Now you're gettin' me all worked upâ"
"âoh yeah?" you lid your eyes and flirt. He's taken aback again. "Worked up how?"
"Get a room, you two. Honestly..." Suguru grumbles.
"Yes, I think we will." Satoru winks at you. It's a failed wink. Deep down, he's not confident in his flirting. No. Deep down, he's an awkward dork.
His brain short circuits when you continue flirt back. He actually runs out of things to say.
She's a mature flirt. I'm an immature flirt. How the hell do I keep up? Fuck.
When you and him get alone together, clearing up the chairs after a class, you tease;
"Come on, big boy, what's the matter? Lost your edge?"
"No... I'm just thinking." his voice cracks at the end, he clears his throat. It feels tight. His pants feel tight too.
"About what?"
"About what you look like naked."
You let out a laugh, and laugh and laugh, like he's the most ridiculous flirt you've ever met.
"What?" he raises a brow.
"You're so ridiculous."
Oh yeah. That irks him. That flippant comment. You're not even looking at him as you say it, you're scooting a chair into a desk.
He walks over to you and peers down, making the height difference between you and his 6'3 frame sorely apparent. What a big boy.
"Wanna repeat that for me?"
Ooh his voice is heavy and low, low enough to cause goosebumps on your skin. And the proximity? It makes you feel more than just small, it makes you feel a tingling between your thighs.
He comes closer. Grazes his lips across yours. Mixes breaths with you.
"Uhâ" you get flustered.
"âhaha, just kidding." he pulls away suddenly. Maybe because he got too nervous (true) or maybe because he felt victorious in knocking you off your high horse (also true).
"I thought you were gonnaâ" you begin disappointedly.
Satoru cuts you off.
"âdo something? Aw, are you horny?" he winks.
"Yeah. For you." you roll your eyes.
Fuck.
My pants feel too fucking tight. Can she see the outline of my dick? Is she looking there?
"Is that so?" he raises a brow, staring right into your eyes. No one holds eye contact quite like Mister Six Eyes.
He chuckles, Addam's apple shifting up and down deliciously. "Aren't you a virgin?" he sneers.
"Yes. I am. Are you gonna do something about it, or just stand there like an idiot?"
He nearly chokes.
Wow. What? She actually just said that?
"Of course I'll do somethin' about it, sweetheart. But..." he leans into your air again, closer than before, 'n breathes tauntingly against your quivering lips.
"... does a goody-two-shoes like you really wanna lose her virginity in a classroom?"
"Stop stalling, big boy. I'm not a "goody-two-shoes"; I'm fucking horny." you seethe lustfully.
Fuck.
He's not sure how to respond. His brain is malfunctioning.
"Alright... then use your words like a big girl and ask me nicely to fuck you." he mutters, lips grazing yours. You can feel how badly he wants to kiss you.
Please say it.
The sexual tension has his heart racing, pretty cock pressing flush against the fabric of his dress pants.
"Satoru..." you begin, pulling on his collar.
He gulps and listens intently. The small touch your fingers make with his neck drives him wild.
"... fuck me."
Something just snaps inside him right there.
He crashes his lips onto yours with a feverish intensity, the rest his historyâ
âer, until the teacher walks in on you two right as things get toasty, catching Satoru with his hand up your shirt and your hand down his pants. And then you giggle off to detention with Satoru.
He promises to put some inches to your height. Uh... you know... by lifting you off your feet while he stuffs you up with his cock đ
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