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littlebarchie07 · 4 years ago

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(and by surprise) you take me as I am

I have so many Barchie WIP but this one came out of nowhere. It’s complete AU. not even in the realm of Riverdale or the comics, I am just borrowing the characters because I love them.

Summary: Archie is a douchebag jock and makes a stupid bet at a house party involving little miss perfect girl next door.

The night starts out as most of their house parties do. It’s a Thursday. They are sitting in a circle, sipping lukewarm beer from red plastic cups that Fangs scored from his dad’s garage, and the rest of the alcohol is from Cheryl’s parents basement. Reggie and Moose are playing a dumb card game and Cheryl is texting Toni nonstop. Veronica is draped over his legs, and he doesn’t have the heart to shove her off, partly because she’s tracing her nails along the back of his neck and he really fucking loves that. Truth be told, he’s a little bored of her. She’s a good fuck, but she’s a little needy. Lately, there’s been something off about him as well and he can’t quite put his finger on it.

It started a few weeks ago. He’d been doing a few reps in his bedroom and when he stood up, his gaze drifted to the house next door as it often did, and like usual, they found Betty Cooper. She was sitting in the bay window, adjacent to his own. Her lips puckered and a confused frown etched into her brow. She looked pretty damn dorky but Archie couldn’t help but grin. She looked up and caught his eye and Archie like a dumbass just continued to stare at her. She fluttered her eyes at him and looked even more confused.

She gave him a tentative wave and Archie surprised himself, by waving back.

See him and Betty didn’t talk much anymore. They hadn’t since like 8th grade. He fell into the ‘cool’ crowd, with the people he now deemed his friends, the monkeys spread out around him laughing and joking at band geeks, nerds like Betty and weirdos like Jughead

It seemed so long ago that he, Betty and Jug would be climbing the treehouse in his backyard, playing stupid games with conkers and having sleepovers in his basement. It had only been four years, but it seemed like an eternity.

He missed those days and more so lately, he actually missed spending time with Betty. There was no judgement with her, no need to prove himself. He could simply just be Archie.

“Holy Fuck.” Reggie hollars which breaks Archie from his thoughts and catches his attention. He pushes Veronica’s legs aside and rolls his eyes as she huffs in disappointment.

He smacks Reggie. “What up Dawg?” He asks, eyes wandering the crowded scene in the direction Reggie is looking. There is a haze of smoke, roars of laughter but then his eyes settle on her. Blonde hair, ocean green eyes. If he had taken a sip of his beer, he’d definitely have choked on it. Standing metres away was none other than the perfect girl next door.

A slow lazy smirk grows on his face. “Oh hello.” Archie whispers, Reggie catches his eye.

“Nah man, I saw her first, dibs.”

Veronica scoffs. “You’re disgusting Reg. She's a class A nerd. No way would you even have a chance.” She pulls Archie to face her. “I’m going to get a refill, do you want anything Archiekins?” Her hand travels up his sleeve, clearly annoyed with the fact his focus is no longer on her. To be honest, it hadn’t been on her for awhile. He brushes her hand away, shaking his head and turning back to Reggie.

“You cannot call dibs. I wonder what the fuck she’s even doing here.” He muses to himself more than the group.

“I don’t care, I’m going to find out. I’d love to add Polly’s lil sister to my bed count.” Reggie smirks, downing his drink and attempting to stand. Archie grabs the back of his t-shirt, pulling him backwards a little more forcefully than intended. Something didn’t sit right with him at the way Reggie had said that.

The amount of alcohol Reggie had consumed, as well as the force of the pull caused him to stumble and topple over, the rest of the group roar with laughter as he seesaws backward. Archie’s eyes drift back over to the blonde who is now wide eyed and looking over at them. She’s still alone, but is now nursing one of Reggie’s cocktail punches. He wonders who she’s with.

He looks down to Reggie, and musters a fake enthused smile. “No you don’t mate. I got this one.”

Reggie groans, lying flat on his back. He blinks up at Archie. “Alright Andrews, but I wanna wager a bet here pal.”

Archie arches his brow. “A bet?”

Veronica hasn’t left her perch on the sofa yet, and Cheryl, Fangs and Moose are more involved in the conversation now. Moose oooh’s and Cheryl rubs her hands together.

“This sounds juicy.” She licks her ruby red lips.

“Yeah, I bet you $150 that you cannot get that square to kiss you tonight.” Reggie nods toward Betty, sitting up.

Archie lets out a laugh “Please. I bet you $250 I can get that girl to sleep with me.”

The minute the words are out of his mouth, Archie wants to take them back. He’s not this fucking guy. He doesn’t do this shit. So why on Earth had he said that?

Reggie wolf whistles. “Oh go on then, mate. You’ve got yourself a deal.” He holds his hand out, waiting for Archie to pull him up and shake on it.

Grabbing him, Archie hauls Reggie up and pats him on the back. A voice in the back of his mind screams at him to stop.

“Deal.”

When Archie turns back around, Betty is no longer standing by the table at the back of the room. His first challenge of the evening is to find her.

He makes his way to the punch table, scanning the crowd. He shoves a few chips into his mouth, still focused on finding where Betty would have scurried off to. He can just talk to her tonight. That’ll be enough to entertain the crowd. He ladles some of the fruit punch mixture into an empty red cup, and grabs an open bottle of vodka to top it up. Taking a sip, he lets his eyes roam around the room. He’s not entirely sure what the perfect girl next door is doing here, but he’s intrigued to find out.

“Where would you be, Little Miss Cooper?” Archie whispers, tapping his cup against his chin.

A light laugh catches his attention, and his eyes draw behind him. She’s sitting with her knees tightly pressed together, a black and white checkered skirt riding up her thighs. Archie’s eyes travel up her, and he wonders when her legs got so long. His eyes settle on her face; her eyes bright and a real smile is pulling against her cheeks. He brushes the warmth spreading through him off, and tugs at his shirt before his gaze shifts to her company, who is none other than Kevin Keller.

Archie low key rolls his eyes. Kevin is obviously here for Fangs. It’s clear those two are shagging. Archie wishes Fangs would just come out and admit it, rather than dragging this poor kid to these parties and having to pretend they’re not hooking up in the closet every 20 minutes. But tonight, Archie is grateful because Kevin has bought the most unlikely company.

Betty laughs again and the sound causes Archie’s stomach to knot. It’s a delicate sound and something Archie wouldn’t mind hearing again and again. He straightens up, pouring more vodka into his red cup before pushing himself through a few bodies. He flops down onto the couch, on the right side of Betty. She looks surprised and her face pales slightly as she shifts closer to Kevin.

“Sup?” He nods at Kevin before his eyes trail over Betty. He swears she flushes, and he watches her swallow nervously before looking wildly to Kevin who just smiles dumbly.

‘Oh fucking perfect.’ Archie thinks to himself as he spreads his legs a little and reaches his arm behind Betty on the back of the couch.

“Don’t think I’ve ever seen you at one of these parties before, aye neighbour?” Archie smiles warmly, his eyes boring into her ocean green. She is absolutely not interested. “Hey Keller, Fangs was looking for you earlier.” Archie says, taking a quick glance towards Kev whose entire face lights up. Betty’s eyes widen and she shakes her head a bit at Kevin, silently warning him not to leave her.

“I’ll be right back Betty, Promise.” He gets up and leaves. Archie almost laughs as Betty shifts more to the left, her hands neatly folded in her lap.

“You know he’s shagging Fangs right?” Archie says, raising his plastic cup to his lips. He watches as her gaze traces the path of the drink to his lips. “You want some?”

Betty shakes her head. “No thanks.”

Archie nods. “What are you doing here anyway?”

Betty shrugs. Her hair is down for once, and it looks nice, she brushes it over one shoulder. “Kevin said it would be fun to mingle. I asked him to define the word fun, because this to me looks like a hoe fest.”

Archie laughs. “Ain’t that the truth.” He watches as a small smile tugs at her lips and a light pink flushes her cheeks. He shifts closer. “You look really pretty with your hair down, Betts.” He says slowly, his finger picking up one of the soft curls. The Betts slips out and he can’t help but smile as she swallows

“Um, thanks?” She whispers meekly. Archie drops the curl from his fingers and smiles again.

“Come on, let me get you a drink. These parties aren’t fun until you’ve had at least a few punches.”

He watches as her brow furrows, he can see her weighing up the pros and cons, and he’s just about ready to try his next tactic but she surprises him.

“Okay, just one.”

Of course, the one turns into a few, and Archie decides he likes Betty Cooper more with her guard down. She is no longer uptight, and is babbling a mile a minute, laughing at every single joke he tells her, and to make it better, she’s pretty fucking handsy. Not in the way that Veronica is, but she keeps touching his arm when she laughs, and nudging his shoulder, or playfully kicking him. It’s cute. Almost as cute as the way her eyes darken and her cheeks flush as his hand lingers on the top of her thigh as he whispers something in her ear.

She hiccups a giggle, and Archie finally catches up with the voice that has been screaming at him all evening. This is not a good idea. That stupid bet weighs heavy on his mind. Betty is so close to him, and he can smell her floral shampoo and the sweet perfume she’s wearing. If she twisted her face, it would be so easy for him to kiss her, but he can’t. He’s not one to take advantage of a girl who has had at least 3 cocktail punches.

Betty isn’t trashed by any means, he knows that, she’s just loosened up a bit, so he wouldn’t exactly feel bad about kissing her because she knows exactly what she’s doing and the chances are, she would probably push him away and storm out. But being this close to her, something inside him snaps. He’s not going to do this tonight. He’ll lose the $250. He isn’t the type of guy to make bets on who he can get to sleep with him. Betty would actually flip her lid if she knew.

He actually likes Betty, so much so that he doesn’t wanna drag her into this game with the boys.

With that, Archie pulls back, and watches as she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.

“You want me to walk you home?” Archie whispers, his hand still on her thigh.

She looks up at him with big saucer eyes, before she licks her lips, her eyes darkening again.

Fuck. She’s actually really hot. Archie’s mind engages and he pulls his hand away from her.

“Sure.” She nods, staring at him with a curious look on her face. She seems a little disappointed after he removed his hand from her.

She’s probably never been touched before. Archie’s mind wanders, as he stands up and holds out his hands to help her up. She grins, slapping her palms in his as he hauls her upward, but she slips and falls backwards and grabs onto his hands for support, and she ends up pulling him down too. She’s laughing and his head is buried in the crook of her neck so her breath is hot in his ear and good god this is what dreams are made of.

He pulls back, eyes wide as he stares at her. The laughter dies in her throat, and he just knows she is waiting for him to kiss her, but he can’t. He’s not doing that here, not now. Not like this.

But for the second time this evening, she surprises him because before he can pull himself upright, her hands are on either side of his face and she’s pulling him towards her. Her lips smack his in a bruising kiss.

Her lips are full and soft and warm and oh yeah she’s thrusting her tongue into his mouth and that’s all Archie can think about. Her hands are hot on his face, and she moves quickly, snaking her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. It takes him a good few seconds to realise that he’s kissing Betty Cooper, good, clean, perfect girl next door, on a grubby coach in Fangs living room, in a room full of people.

He pulls back slightly, dazed and a little confused. The rush of blood pulsing in his ears is drowning out the music and the people around him.

“Erm.” He tries to speak, but no words come out.

She looks at him with a bright smile, her eyes shining. “Walk me home?” She takes her bottom lip between her teeth again and she looks nervous underneath him. He steadies himself, putting both hands beside her, staring at her intensely.

“Yeah.” He speaks, but it sounds hoarse. He clears his throat, standing upright as she leans forward, pulling her skirt down a little, she stands. She picks up her clutch from beside her.

He’s blaming it on that fruity punch, because as she starts to move forward, he finds himself reaching for her hand. She interlocks her fingers with his, and he lets her drag him through the crowd of people.

As she’s grabbing her coat from the front door, Archie stands idly, wondering what the fuck is going on. He spots Reggie whose hands are on Veronica’s hips, Veronica’s lips against his neck. Archie laughs.

“Are you sure you don’t mind walking me?” Betty’s voice floats around him, and Archie snaps back and focuses on her.

“Of course not. I’m over this party anyway.” He smiles as her eyelashes flutter. He opens the door for her, and the chill air of November hits them.

She takes a hesitant step out the door, and Archie’s hand slips into hers again. It’s so easy, so natural.

The walk home takes him back to when he and Betty used to home from school together, she’s talking as if no time has passed between them, as if they’ve always been friends. They haven’t spoken about the kiss, and something inside him turns sour, and he stops abruptly as they reach her door. She turns to him.

“Arch?” She breathes, and the nickname causes his heart to break.

He pulls her into him. “Betty, I’m such an asshole. I’m so sorry we stopped talking.”

She reaches out tentatively and brushes her fingers against his skin. “Oh Archie, it’s okay. We grew up, went in different directions.”

“That’s no excuse. Just because we’ve got different friends doesn’t mean WE can’t be friends.”

She laughs. “That is true.”

“About tonight…”

She shakes her head. “It’s okay Arch. I know what happened. I knew you wouldn’t do that bet.”

He looks taken aback. “Wait, you knew?”

She nods. “Yeah, Fangs warned Kevin. Kevin told me about it before you came over. But even though we’re not as close anymore Arch, I still trust you.”

Archie feels like he’s been punched in the stomach. She’s so forgiving, so quick to trust him.

“Okay now I feel like even more of an asshole.”

Betty rolls her eyes. “It’s fine, I kissed you didn’t I? Let’s move on. This doesn’t mean we can’t be friends.”

“You wanna be friends with a dick who makes bets for fun?”

“No, I want to be friends with you, Archie. You’re not like that, I know that.”

He swallows, thinking about what she’s saying. She’s still in his arms and he wants to kiss her so bad but he knows that he’s not good for her. He doesn’t deserve her.

“I don’t think I want to be friends though.” He kicks himself as he watches the hurr flash across her face, it is quickly replaced with an angry stare.

He reels her back in trying to find the words. “No, wait, I mean, you kissed me.”

Her features soften a little and her anger quickly turns to embarrassment. “You kissed me back.” She says with defiance.

He lets out a chuckle. “Well yeah I fucking did. That was a damn good kiss.”

She flushes. “Yeah?”

Archie takes a step. “It caught me off guard though, and of course, I really want to do that again. But this time…” His breath fans against her cheeks and he smells like strawberry vodka. His warm hands cup her face and in slow motion, he dips his head. His lips touch hers, softly. It’s gentle and sweet, and he feels her smile into him. She pulls back, a flush to her cheeks.

“Okay, that was nice.”

“Nice is how a first kiss should be, but you know what Cooper, you can ambush me with kisses like our first one, any time.”

She shakes her head, her hands coming up over her face. She lets out a squeal. “Shut up. It was the fruit punch.”

A light illuminates the path ahead of them, and Betty shifts on her feet as she realises the sensory light on the porch has been set off.

“I should go in before my mom comes out, she’ll have a fit if she knows I’ve been drinking, and I’m pretty sure it’s past my curfew.” She makes a face.

“Okay, but to be continued?” He asks, his fingers lingering against her side.

She nods, touching her lips. “Walk me to school tomorrow?”

“Yeah?”

Betty slips away from him, but presses her lips to his cheek. “Yeah, goodnight Arch.” She breathes, and then she’s inside, the porch light flickering off.

Archie waits on the sidewalk until he sees the light switch on in her bedroom. His lips still tingle, his cheek still warm, and as he turns to walk up to his own steps, it dawns on him that for the first time in a long time, he’s actually really excited for school the next day.

#barchie #betty x archie #AU fic #betty and archie #betty x archie fic #oneshot #bettyarchie #riverdaleau #OOC #betty cooper #archie andrews #dick!archie

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piahautea · 7 years ago

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Appreciation Post: My Lovely Barkada

I’ve always been the stick-to-one type of friend.

Back during the first two years of junior high, you’d only see me with just one friend. One lunch buddy, one fair week constant, one automatic partner, one let’s-go-to-the-library-during-intrams-instead co-lazy bum, one companion and one everything. But never really the more meaningful ones like: a confidante, a tell-me-your-secrets-they’re-safe-with-me type of chill, a laughing comrade or a wingman /pagdating sa mga crushes na iyan/. That was until I met each of the cartoon people above.

This post is dedicated to them. The not-so-small barkada I never thought I’d have. They've also been so supportive of my blogging ever since and I want y’all to meet them! Somehow you may also try to see a part of yourself in them with their little intro’s /but that's only if you want to/.

A little disclaimer by the way: Their art banners are filled with silly deets about them while their actual descriptions are a lot graver; although, it's still sounding a lot like silly Pea wrote them, aye.

This is Leila. Leila’s been one of my best friends since 10th grade. I never thought we’d be in the friendship situation we have now because I only thought surface-level bros were all we'd ever be. But, nah. What are those for anyway? She was the quietly-acing-my-way-in-the-honor-rolls type. And, well, I was trying so hard to be that student. But we just randomly sparked up a convo about my blog and her love for Niall Horan and then she became my confidante in an instant with her shipping me so hard with a Tumblr boy that I used to like. In the things I thought highly impossible for myself, she believed I could turn them around in my favor and she stood there behind me with her hand on my back. She’s the best. I still wish she'd become a doctor, even though she's already faced towards a different track.

This is Margaux. When she spots you and you tickle her fancy, she’d probably talk to you. Basically, that's what happened to us. We were just batchmates in the same baking class. That changed when we bumped into each other at a charm store; she saw me first, tapped my back and said, “Hi!” like it’s nothing. Post the little meeting and the year after, we became classmates. And then I knew that smiling was her best asset and her laughter was her best type of music. She’d made me cookies and a chocolate-mint birthday cake for my 18th because that’s her. You hear little words and phrases like pastries, being top-level artsy, beauty queen pageants, genuine grins, dressing up for fun and you got it. That’s still gonna be her.

This is Froilan. If you know me well enough, you’d know that this dude’s been one of my constants since the beginning of time /‘di naman haha since 9th grade lang siguro/. You'll see him almost everywhere I go and part of almost everything I do. We’ve also been constantly teased by past classmates about us having that chemistry and that maybe we were already secretly a couple. All I can say is, nope. We’re merely bros. I love him, though. In the gayest way possible. He’s amazing in general. He loves getting and slaying the D so much. Drawing, dancing and designing *wink wink*. I’m never afraid to be myself when I’m with him and for that I’m eternally thankful. He’s also my punching bag hehe he enjoys the force of my knuckles kissing and smashing his fudge brownie skin /poetic/.

This is Nesli. She’s the first friend I’ve ever made in our circle. We’ve been together since the 7th grade and mutually sworn to be each other’s best friends during 8th grade. She’s also one of my confidantes. And the one who’s literally seen me in the good, the bad & the ugly and has still loved me no matter what. She has a heart large enough to fit in giraffes, all her favorite Filipino & European dishes, historical fiction books, her family, her art, her hoes and all her other friends. She’s my happy pill, tbfh. She’s going to make it big in the animations field or in any other field because she’s that flexible. She can write, draw, paint /in both the common mediums/, care for wildlife and humanity vividly. It's such a cakewalk to believe in what she's capable of because when she dreams, she dreams with her eyes open and with stellar passion running freely in her veins.

This is Brian. He’s one of my sister’s former tutees. I’ve heard stuff about him being sassy and loud /which he was/, but our friendship was a bit like of a plot twist. An unexpected thing. Although believe me when I say this: my sister predicted that we’d be the best of friends in the future. And she was right about it. 9th grade and I can still fondly remember it all. We’d sit in a corner where people weren't around to sing Defying Gravity because it was his fave and I was his fave duet partner, too. Sooner or later, we begun that singing routine. He easily became the person I’d always wanna sing with and now he’s worked his way to get into theater by switching schools for both SHS and college. I love my theater geek friend /who apparently knows how to get wasted now/. And I miss having to deal with him and his antics everyday.

This is Gia. Being friends with her was also an unexpected one. She’s quiet and was only the closest to Cather /you’ll get know her later/. We’d never really had those talk-talks until the final years of junior high. She lent me her copy of To Kill A Mockingbird and it opened me to widen my reading choices. We also discovered each others’ love for indie/alternative rock music. She loves Nirvana, blink-182 and The Killers and it killed me. I’d also boast to those who love her brother’s band from the indie OPM scene that I’m friends with the vocalist’s baby sister because Hello? it’s not everyday you get to be friends with someone who has blood thick and rich of musical notes and art. She's an epitome of those two things.

This is Mika. Mika was Froilan’s friend first. And then she randomly talked to me in class and we became instant friends who loved hugging each other. She’s the type to get crafty and make you keychains or little drawings of your favorite things for Christmas or your birthday. She’s the sweetest soul and she likes to share stories with you; it doesn’t matter how long you’ll chatter with her. She’s also super smart! She helps me with all the Math help I needed back when we still had to take Math. You would just never see an honor roll without her in it. And yes, she had a phase with Big Time Rush back in junior high. But now, it seems like she’s also been bitten by another Kpopper /probably a friend from outside the circle/. She's the kind of treasure I'd like to keep with me anywhere I go.

This is Carmela. This one’s another plot twist kind of friendship. Like Margaux, she’s also extremely loud and friendly. Like randomly-popping-into-your-face kind of friendly. She’s chatty but it’s a reasonable kind of chatter. She also dances like a pro. I envy her grace on the floor and the flat stomach she'd cultivated out of that. We may not have the same amount of time as we had before but we see to it that no matter how busy we are, we’d never fail to exchange short stories and warm hugs when we see each other. Also, yes, she is my co-bully when it comes to Froilan. Everything she does to put him in artless misery cracks me up every time /that’s how we roll/.

This is Seline. I’ve only known her this year but since then, she’s already been one of my closest friends in class. We just vibe well and we could talk about anything in the pop culture spectrum or just anything Tumblr and art-related. I love how her mind just works like a charm and concocts puns real quick. I love how she'd update me and tell me stories about her dogs and their newborn puppies because we share the same love for these critters and it just makes me giddy every time. Because of her, I’m starting to rethink my stances on animated films /because I’m not big on those/. She makes some of the greatest digital artworks I’ve ever seen and I can’t wait to have more cafe adventures with her and our other amigos and to visit her in Benilde by the time we reach college.

This is Cather(ine). Like Nesli, we’ve been friends since 7th grade and best girls since the 8th. She’s the cutest /next to my spot/ in the group and makes equally-adorable reactions to everything she sees. It kind of takes her a while to do almost everything she has to do but it adds up to how she handles anything with the utmost love and care not anyone would ever spare time for. She's also loud whenever she opens her mouth to speak /e.g. when we're in the car and it's quiet, she would completely ignore the silence and start a quickfire with her words but that's okay because she can never be irritating to me at all/. I love her that much. I hope she’d find solace in the fact that she’s a bright, bright kiddo who would slay any scientific fate she’d choose. I’d always have her back as she's always had mine.

When we met, it suddenly just made sense to meet altogether, too. It wasn't like our personalities were so similar with the other that we just had to gather around a campfire and talk about starting a tribe or something. Our personalities differ; but in such a way that we complement each other, filling gaps that needed a little something of this or that. But about the tribe thing, yes we do gather. Annually. For Christmas. And it has to be in a different house each year until we get to be in everyone's humble abodes.

Ladies & gents, this is my second ohana. My very own battle cohort. Top 1 in my small list of kada’s. My most favorite non-blood related people in the universe. I used to be a stick-to-one kind of person. Now, I'm mostly a stick-to-ten.

#friends #personal

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13tth · 7 years ago

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Smooth Horizon of the Verb Love: Chapter 2

Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016)

Relationship: Eleven/Max

Summary: “I bet you real money, or rides, or smokes— whatever you want, that you can’t get Jane to sleep with you by the end of next semester.” Lucas looks almost proud of himself when he steps back, glancing over his shoulder at the group of girls wielding pom-poms, seemingly flying. Seemingly touching the sun.

“You fall in love, you lose.”

Title from the poem of the same name by Nicole Brossard.

Read on ao3 | Chapter 1

Max approaches the football field with a diminishing spring in her step.

It’s not that she’s nervous— no. She just doesn’t have any idea what to say. To anyone, most of the time. Except for Lucas. She can always fuck with Lucas.

Max had never been great at making friends and or keeping acquaintances. The best friends she’s ever made were the three or four she’d managed to reel in during her eighth-grade year when she was new to Hawkins, and boys thought her sun-kissed skin was pretty. Dustin and Lucas were first, the two fighting for her unfortunately— as realized later— very very lesbian hand. Lucas stole a kiss at their winter semi-formal the very same year. Dustin thought he’d won until she came out to both of them through teary fingers the following summer. They all grew closer after that somehow.

She’d met Jane in 8th grade the day after winter break.

And Mike. And Will. She’d met them all.

"This is Mike, and his girlfriend, Jane, and Will Byers..."

Mike was skinny, about her height with a stunning full head of black hair comparable to a mushroom, and had a scowl on his face that could compete with her own. It only seemed to diminish when the tiny girl with short brown hair and huge dark eyes (darker than dark, almost nothing), whose hand he was holding, would tug on his arm and plant a wet kiss on his cheek. It was disgusting then because they were shy, but only a little afraid. It’s even more so now that they aren’t either.

Max had been holding hands with Lucas, her heart tugging on her throat telling her strongly that she was pretending, that she was a fraud. That was before she’d learned to listen.

It was amazing to think she’d even kept him at all.

Will was the smallest of them all, Max remembers because she’d heard a lot about Will Byers. And how he always looked like he’d been run over by a truck. He stood on flat feet, back hunched and fingertips ghosting Mike’s side. Max thought it was weird that he tagged along with Hawkins Middle’s own married couple, but there was something about the way he would sigh at Mike sometimes and stand a little straighter when Mike would glance at him with worried eyes. Max ignored it. For a few years.

Will was still small for a guy, standing at a threatening 5’6 even at the ripe old age of 17.

On days like today, when the sun is shining low, almost touching the horizon, Max will often find him hunched over on the bleachers, blending stick in hand pretending to not know marching band practice is going on on the east end of the field. Pretending he isn’t sketching 30 different angles of Mike Wheeler.

“How’s it going, Byers?”

Will slams his sketchbook shut with graphite stained fingers, straightening his back with a nervous smile. “Um hey— hi Max.”

Max sits a step down from him, boots coming to rest underneath her knees as she leans back and looks up. “Anything new in Will’s world?”

“Not—“ He twists his body around to face her, face lighting up at the realization that just beyond her head was the view he’d wanted anyway. If she’d done that on purpose, no one would know. Will certainly wouldn’t ask. “Really, no. You?”

“I’m gonna let you in on a little secret, my friend,” Max leans in close, urging Will to do the same with the wave of her hand. “I’m on a mission.”

“What kind of mission,” Will looks suddenly intrigued and pulls his sketchbook tighter to his chest, hoping to lean even closer.

Max covers her mouth with one hand, “A gay mission. And I need your help.”

“I’m in,” Will immediately whispers, sending them both into small fits of knowing laughter.

It’d be insane to anyone but them, but they have a bond no one at Hawkins High School can really relate to. They weren’t the closest of friends but they were out to each other and for Max that was enough. It’s one thing to be gay around people that aren’t, but a totally different (and amazing) thing to be gay around other gay people in a town that’ll all but kill you for both. Will Byers was a blessing.

Max looks around at that, noticing that marching band was done for the day and everyone was starting to disperse, which meant cheer would soon be done too. It sent Max into a panic when she saw Mike jogging over to where she now sat with Will to her left. She waves a hand of dismissal in Will’s general direction, but he’s already sitting up, eagerness seeping from lips drawn up in a tight smile.

Before Mike can even make it to the fence surrounding the track he’s intercepted by Jane, who slams into his side and attacks his lips in a fever Max would only dream of committing to a dripping ice cream cone.

She scoffs at the same time Will hums a disapproving note.

“Any cool ones today, Will?” Mike’s hair against the sun forms a kind of halo around his head. Max can almost see the cartoon hearts floating out of Will’s ears. She feigns a gag.

“Just some dumb drawings of the trees and stuff, as usual,” Will lies through his teeth. Max seems to be the only one with bullshit goggles because Jane perks up with his mention of landscapes.

“I’m sure they’re beautiful, Will. You should show us tonight we’re out of here. It’ll be late, around 10 as usual.” Jane leans against Mike’s shoulder, their staggering heights shocking to the eye.

Max can’t look away from them until Mike’s hand is on Jane’s hip and she has to.

“It’s so nice to see you as well, Maxine! Feels like it’s been a million years.” Jane’s voice jumps, full of surprise, but it’s still genuine. Her eyes find Max’s when she lifts her head and she smiles. “Are you coming to the game tonight?”

Her teeth are full of lavender sprigs—

“I’m not really a football person,” Max shakes her head, not breaking eye contact. That is until Jane smiles again and for some reason, she feels she has to. Again. Max tries to tell herself it isn’t because Jane is pretty. Home by eight with soft pink cheeks pretty. Never.

Will stares on at their interaction with a confused expression. Glancing back and forth awkwardly from Max to Jane to Mike, and back again. Mike opens his mouth to intervene before Jane cuts him off.

“Then come to Deena’s after and bring Lucas, we have enough room.” Jane’s eyes widen like she’d just had a revelation, and Max remembers her mission at the sight. Her mind clicks into gear in the same heartbeat, already visualizing a skateboard friendly path to the diner. “Will is definitely going, right Will?”

Will’s tennis-match-like concentration breaks and he stumbles over his words, coughing up an affirmative noise. Mike does the same with his eyebrows drawn together.

“It’s not a big game or anything so like,” Mike scratches at his neck, in a trying-to-figure-out-how-to-be-passive-aggressive-without-actually-expressing-it kind of way. In a Mike way. It doesn’t work. “You don’t have to come if you can’t. I’ll let Lucas know—

“I’ll come,” Max agrees quickly. She’s confident now that if this was her way into Jane’s circle, with the invitation from the girl herself, this couldn’t possibly get any easier. “On one condition,”

They all raise eyebrows, Jane’s looking exceedingly sculpted, the dark blue barrette holding bob-length wisps of hair from her face almost mimics the shape.

“I get to sit next to Jane.”

Max swears the shine of Jane’s lip gloss could blind a pilot when her mouth drops open just a bit, and a soft giggle falls out.

Will smiles. Mike doesn’t. His sneakers scratch the dirt in an impulse to walk and Max can tell, so she lets them turn to leave, limbs and torsos tangled haphazardly, borderline protectively together.

“10 sharp, Maxine!” Jane calls back with a wave, pom-pom strapped to her wrist shaking as she does so. Max swallows a wad of spit.

“What the hell was that,” Will finally asks when they’re gone, stunned by the scene that had just unfolded in front of them both.

“My gay mission,” Max exhales, pulling the cigarette she’d forgotten she had stored behind her ear from its hidden home, and sticking it between her lips.

tags: @dandeliontozier

#stranger things #st2 #st #eleven #max mayfield #jane hopper #eleven x max #elmax #my stuff #SHVLfic

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uursaminors · 8 years ago

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you’ll look good (in between my sheets)

prompt: person A and person B meet at a bar, each nursing a broken heart after a recent breakup. bonus for a selfie and smut.

word count: 3,654 (*aaron burr voice* sweet jesus)

pairing: daveed diggs x reader

warnings: smut, daveed “i can charm the skirts off a nun” diggs, “okay so we’re doing this” reader.

a/n: when i die, delete this so daveed never finds this sin.

So here's the thing, Your boyfriend Peter (Captain Dickhead, your friends would call him) called you this afternoon and so sweetly said "Hey babe, it's not gonna work out anymore! I found a sugar momma to pay my way through life so bye, it's been real" (Those weren't his exact words but that pretty much covers it)

So here you are, sulking and painfully single at a bar, drowning your sorrows in your fifth gin and tonic.

To add insult to the injury, not a single guy had approached you. You must be emitting the "I'm getting drunk because I'm miserable and self destructive and I have no self control" vibes.

You lay your head down on the bar, pressing your flushed cheek against the cool wood and trace the rim of your glass with a lazy finger.

The song on the radio changes to one of those stupid cheesy 80s love songs, you screw your eyes shut and let out a soft groan, "Nooo, I hate this song"

"Why?" A voice startles you, you peek up under long lashes to see a man sitting next to you, nursing tequila.

Wow.

Seriously wow.

He was super, stupidly attractive. Like the type of attractive that made you stop in your tracks and stare, the type of attractive that you can't help but secretly marvel at.

"Uh...um...what?" You mentally face palm, really smooth, You're practically a master of seduction.

"This song" He waves a hand, "Why do you hate it?"

You lift up, tucking your hair behind your ears and then turn to him, "I hate it because it's a love song"

"You have something against love?" He asks, quirking an inquisitive brow

"Actually I do" You reply, picking at a scratch in the wood.

He considers it for a moment before nodding, "I guess I do to"

"Really?" You reply, sending him a sidelong glance, "Why?"

"Because me and my girlfriend broke up"

"What?" You're in disbelief, "Same! But it was me and my boyfriend, not to say I couldn't have a girlfriend, that's not my orientation but of course there's nothing about that, I'm 100% for equal rights for the lgbt community and---

He laughs, it was a deep throaty sound that sends warm fuzzy feelings through your bones, "Darling, you are rambling"

"Oh" You flush deep scarlet, "That happens when I'm buzzed"

"Interesting" He comments before taking a swig of his drink, "Why did you and your boyfriend break up?"

"He found a sugar momma" You answer with a heavy sigh

He blinks in confusion and shakes his head, "Excuse me, what?"

"I know" You groan, "It's horrible! Embarrassing! My boyfriend traded me in for a granny with a fat bank account"

He laughs, you find yourself perking up, "What about you? Why are you single?"

"Let's say...different values" He replies with a wry smile

"Vague" You nod

"I don't want to talk about her" He leans in and brushes a stray eyelash from your cheek, You feel warmth bloom at the brush of his thumb against your skin, "I wanna talk about you"

. . .

Daveed, to put it lightly, was completely enamored by the beautiful spit-fire sitting next to him, he found himself admiring the shape of your waist and the length if your legs more than once.

You throw your head back a laugh, eyes shimmering with an ocean of stars, "You're playing me"

"I'm not" Daveed swears, raising his hand, "Scout's honor"

"How lame" You tease poking your tongue out at him

"So you're really a broadway star huh?" You say with a grin, tapping your fingernails against the countertop

"I am" He insists, "I star in Hamilton, how have you never heard of it before? You live in New York"

"I know" You sigh wistfully, "I'm painfully uncultured"

"We can change that" Daveed says, "I'll get you a seat"

You raise a brow, "Oh no, I wouldn't be able to contain myself seeing your period garb"

"Really?"

"Yeah" You nod, "Mr. Darcy was absolutely my one true love for the longest time"

"How can I compete with Mr. Darcy?" Daveed wonders aloud

"You could dance with me" You reply, feeling brave and breathless and bold, "It took Mr. Darcy ages to ask for a proper dance"

"Dancing" Daveed takes your hand, “Is something I happen to excel in” He leads you out to the dance floor, there wasn't anyone dancing (after all it was a Tuesday night and this wasn't exactly a dancing sort of bar) but there was something utterly enchanting about the way Daveed pull you in, settling his hands on your waist.

You begin to more or less sway to the 80s songs that didn't seem so bad anymore.

Dancing with Daveed was nice...more than nice actually. He was so tall and masculine, and the warmth that he naturally emitted made you lightheaded.

"Hey" You whisper

"What up?" He whispers back

"Take a selfie with me" You say

He breaks into a grin, "Who are you?"

"I'm [Y/N]" You reply, "and you're Daveed Diggs, broadway star extraordinaire, and you gonna take a selfie with me so this moment can forever be immortalized on instagram"

Daveed pauses to considers it for a moment

"And it will make our exes insanely jealous" You add

"You've convinced me" Daveed replies

You laugh and pull out your phone, you slip it into Daveed's hands, "You have longer arms than me"

He grins and opens the camera app, "What pose should we do? Duck face?"

You snort, "What are we? 8th grade girls?"

"I'll take that as a no" Daveed chuckles, "What do suggest then"

"Snapchat!" You exclaim excitedly, bouncing on your toes, "We can use the cute little dog filter!"

Daveed grins in slight exasperation before opening snapchat, he applied the filter to your faces and you giggle in delight, "We look so cute!"

Daveed rolls his eyes but smiles fondly and pulls you in, at this angle you are resting your head against his chest, a one-zillion watt smile tugging on your lips while Daveed has an arm wrapped snugly around your waist.

"Cheese!" You both say as Daveed takes the picture

"Wow" You say once Daveed hands your phone back, you look at the selfie with a drunken smile, "We are a catch, why would anyone dump us?"

Daveed shrugs, "Because we're too good for them obviously"

You laugh, "I'll drink to that!"

"No, no, no" Daveed shakes his head, "No more for you, you're already drunk as it is"

You pout and lean in, laying your palms flat against his chest (You are in slight awe of the hardness of his muscles beneath you fingertips) and say "Please Daveed"

. . .

"Please Daveed"

In three things that cross his mind:

1. This night that of innocent fun with [Y/N] had turned into something else entirely aka Daveed was doing the bad, bad thing by flirting with you.

2. The way you pressed against him, looking all too doable with your lips in an adorable pout and big doe eyes that were screaming "Kiss me Daveed!"

3. He had a hard on

Daveed looks down at you with hooded eyes and takes your hands in his, his thumb rubs small soothing circles against your knuckles, a wry smile teasing his lips.

"Baby girl, come home with me tonight"

. . .

Okay.

Holy fuck.

You consider options:

You could either come home a mess and watch the Notebook (Yes you were that cliché) on repeat while drowning yourself in copious amounts of double choco chunk ice cream.

You could home with a insanely attractive, insanely charming man with full kissable lips and dark eyes that screamed sex.

When was the last time you actually hooked up with a stranger?

Oh that's right.

Goddamn never.

But, You feel something akin to doubt stir within. No matter how much you actually enjoyed Daveed's company or found him unreasonably attractive, there was a part of you that feel insecure with the idea of sleeping with a stranger.

"Um" You look away, shoulders drawn tight with tension, "I have to go to t- the...the...bathroom"

The moment is all but lost.

A flicker of knowing disappointment shines in Daveed's dark eyes, he nods and forces a smile, "I'm going to grab a drink...or three"

You chuckle weakly before making a beeline for the bathroom, you lock the door behind you and place a hand on your forehead.

"I'm an idiot" You mutter, "Literally I am a walking trash can"

You stumble over to the mirror and steady yourself over the sink and look at your reflection and frown.

What are you scared of? You wonder aloud, You're not scared of Daveed nor of the thought of spending the night with him. So what was it?

You look down, focusing on the anything other than reflection in the mirror.

Or, your hands tighten against the smooth porcelain of the sink, maybe you were afraid of what would happen afterward.

You've never been brave enough to do the whole one night stand deal, no matter how many times your friends tried to hustle you into it.

You were afraid of waking up to a warm spot next to you, afraid of a lack of intimacy and vulnerability.

No, you shake your head, you shouldn't think like that. You deserve to have a night where you can lose any fears, any insecurities and just let go.

You primp your appearance, making sure a hair wasn't out of place and you makeup wasn't smeared.

You inhale deeply and point at the mirror, “[Y/N] you are a strong, independent, glowing goddess and you are going to go out there and go home with Daveed Diggs goddammit"

You nod at your reflection and straighten you shoulders and you walk out of the restroom. You see Daveed sitting at the bar, nursing his drink and looking like a defeated puppy and there is no way that you are not going home with him tonight.

You stride over to him, determination clinging to your features. Daveed turns to face you, surprise lighting his face.

In one fluid motion, you take his face in your hands and kiss him.

Daveed instantly takes control of the kiss (hot) and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer so that you were standing in between his legs. Daveed groans into your mouth, drawing your bottom lip in and sucking (super hot).

You separate after a moment, you heart running a mile a minute in your chest and you touch curious fingertips to your swollen lips and oh wow, you've never been kissed like that.

"Take me home" You find your voice as you run a thumb down Daveed's cheek, the hairs on his face tickling your skin.

He captures your hand and presses a kiss to your fingertips to your knuckles to the hollow of your wrist, his cool breath sending shivers dancing down your spine. He looks up at you through sooty long lashes and you feel something twist and rise inside you, making you feel all gooey, "C'mon then"

. . .

You stand in the living room of Daveed's apartment and goddamn, he wasn't lying about being an broadway star (if the Grammy and Tony wasn't any indication, the niceness of his apartment was).

You immediate response was to peep around and look at all the pictures he had hanging on the wall and the vinyl he kept on display but you didn't want to seem rude.

"[Y/N]" You turn at the sound of your name to see Daveed approaching you, a grin teasing the corner of his lips, "You look suspicious just standing there like that"

"Oh" You toe the ground nervously, "Sorry"

Daveed grabs your hand, his eyes dark and he leads you into his bedroom. You swallow nervously, all bravery you felt at the bar vanished the moment you laid eyes on the bed.

"Daveed" You say suddenly, "I'm nervous"

You look down, preparing for him to be angry at you for being so hesitant but instead he tips your chin gently, forcing you to look up at him.

"Don't be scared" He replies softly, "If you feel uncomfortable or scared at anytime we can stop, I promise"

You nod silently, letting his gentle voice soothe your frazzled nerves. Daveed leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead, then a kiss to your cheek, and the corner of your mouth.

He pulls away for a moment, eyes searching your face before leaning down to capture your lips. His mouth was searing hot and soft against yours, he presses against you until you back up against the wall. One of his hands weave in your hair, and he gently tugs your head to the side to reveal the smooth expanse of your neck.

Daveed trails a hot string of kisses down your neck, his teeth nipping and tugging against your skin and you nearly jump at the press of his tongue against your skin.

He pulls down the strap of you dress and kisses the newly exposed skin there before his fingers find the hem of your dress and pull experimentally, "Can I take this off?"

You nod in consent and he pulls your dress off in one fell swoop, leaving you pressed against him only dressed in your bra and undies--and thank god you were wearing your favorite set from Victoria's Secret.

"Goddamn" Daveed whispers, his voice throaty and so incredibly sexy against the shell of your ear, "You are so beautiful"

You flush at the compliment, red blossoming on your cheeks and ears. Daveed smiles at that and grabs you, lifting you onto his bed.

You land on your bed with a soft oof as Daveed hovers above you with smirk on his face. He leans down and presses a kiss to the center of your chest while his hand gently cups your breast.

You let out a whimper, slightly squirming before Daveed lifts ups and looks down at you with a grin, "My, my aren't you eager?"

"Shut up" You pout

Daveed chuckles darkly, "I love it when you talk dirty"

He unclasps you bra and tosses the undergarment to the side, he groans at the sight of your naked breasts before leaning down to capture a nipple in his mouth. You gasp at the feel of wetness and moan as his tongue circles and sucks the rosy bud while he other hand gently kneads your other breast.

You lean your head back and moan as he trails a wet line from your chest, down your torso to the waistband of your panties.

You stomach coils in anticipation as he toys with the edge of your underwear, "God I want to taste you"

Your eyes grow wide and you whisper thickly, "N-no one has ever done that for me"

Daveed looks up, looking personally offended, "Excuse me?"

"No one has ever y'know, gone down on me" You say shyly

Daveed shakes his head and tsks, "I take personal offense to that [Y/N]"

He pulls down your panties, you're completely naked in front of his eyes now, "I'll take care of you now, baby girl"

Daveed spreads your legs and leans down to kiss to the juncture of your thigh, you bite down on your lip as he spreads your folds with inquisitive fingers and draws a line down your heated pink flesh with his tongue.

"O-oh my god" You cry out as his mouth finds you clit and fastens on your most sensitive area. Daveed slides two fingers into your slick entrance and works them in and out at a fast rhythm as he continues his sinful ministrations with his mouth.

Your fingers tangle in his thick curls, pressing him closer. Daveed moans hungrily against your sex as he teases your clit with his tongue, you feel your release stir and rise and rise and rise inside of you as he scissors his fingers in and out of you. He sucks on your clit one last time, burying his fingers inside of you and your body lifts as you come.

Daveed lifts up, chin wet and looking utterly and wholly pleased with himself. You place your hand against your chest and feel your racing heart.

"Daveed" You breath, voice hoarse, "C'mere"

He wipes his mouth with the back of his palm (Seriously this man was too hot for his own good) and hovers over you. You swallow thickly and run curious fingers underneath his shirt, "Take this off" You say, eager to touch more skin.

Daveed complies with a easy smile and sheds the shirt of effortlessly, revealing his toned chest. You rake your nails up the length of his abdomen, stopping to tease his mocha brown nipples with your mouth. You smile at the sound of his delicious moan echoing through the air as you move your mouth to teasingly bite at the juncture of his shoulder and neck.

You fingers fumble with his belt and the button of his jeans, but after a short moment your able to undo his jean and slide them down to reveal his straining hardness.

Your hand dips down past the waistband of his boxers and your fingers wrap around his length. Daveed bites back a groan and leans into you, pressing his head against the crook of your neck as you pump his member.

"Wanna be inside you" He slurs against your skin and you nod

"How do you want me?" You ask, thumb teasing the tip of his cock.

"On your hands and knees" Daveed says, you move into position, arching your back as you feel his hands on your ass.

Daveed lines the head of his cock with your entrances and without a moment of hesitation he enters you.

You keen at the fullness you feel once Daveed enters you, your fingers twist in his sheets as he begins to slowly pump in and out of you, drawing himself languidly before entering you again with an achingly hot laziness.

He is either teasing you (asshole) or thinks you're too soft to take him at a fast pace (seriously what an asshole!)

"Harder" You growl, "Goddammit Daveed, faster"

He stops all together and pulls out, causing you to whimper at the loss. That was the exact opposite what you wanted.

You turn with a pout to see Daveed looking down at you with a nefarious smirk.

"Beg" He says

"What!" You exclaim in surprise

"Tell me what you want baby girl" Daveed says

"Bite me" You reply snottily

Daveed bends down to bite your shoulder, you gasp, "Not literally"

"I couldn't resist" Daveed smiles, "Everything about you is so...delicious"

"What's your ex boyfriend's name?" He asks suddenly, completely changing the subject

A foul taste invades your mouth as you think of you horrible, cougar chasing ex and why in the world is Daveed bringing him up at a time like this? "Peter"

"Hmm" Daveed says, his fingers finding the space in between your thighs and he grins at the wetness he finds there, "By the end of tonight, you won't even remember Peter's name"

You blink in shock as Daveed hooks your legs over his shoulders and enters you again in a slick motion. You nearly shriek at the sensation as he pounds into you, filling you to the core.

Incoherent noises fall from your lips as Daveed hits that one special spot, His brow furrows in concentration as his hand slips in between your heated bodies to work your clit.

You barrel head first into your second orgasm.

"Daveed" you pant, grasping at the sheets as he thrusts into you again and again and again in a delicious rhythm. He trails one hand up the length of your body and wraps it around your neck in a gentle but firm hold.

You moan helplessly, eyes screwing shut in pleasure as he continues to fuck you.

"I'm close" Daveed murmurs, his voice thick as his pace begins to become uncontrolled.

You lift your hips, meeting every thrust and you don't even have time to catch your breath before your third and last release sneaks up.

You see stars when you come.

A deep groan draws from Daveed's lips as he spills inside of you, his fingers tightening a fraction around your neck in a delicious hold and wow, he looks beautiful--mythic even when he comes undone.

He pulls out of you with a satisfied sigh, running a hand through the tangle of his thick hair. He lowers himself on top of you, a smile on his face as he captures your lips in a soft, sweet kiss.

"Hmm" You hum happily into the kiss, stretching out your legs and running your toes against his calves.

Daveed chuckles slightly, it was a deep throaty sound that vibrated in his chest and he falls next to you, stretching out on his bed like a fat lazy cat.

"Goddamn" He breathes out, "You...now you, wow [Y/N]. You were incredible"

You lean back, very smug and very happy, "They don't call me dick slayer for nothing"

Daveed sent you an incredulous look before erupting in a fit of laughter, "Please do not ever say that again"

You giggle with him, finding his laughter absolutely contagious. Daveed moves to his side and pulls your back against his sculpted chest.

"When I wake up in the morning..." Daveed says, toying with a lock of your hair, "You better be here"

You smile, "What's in it for me?"

"Morning sex and free coffee"

You laugh and pretend to consider your options, "I'll stay...but only for the coffee"

Daveed laughs and bites your shoulder playfully, "I'll make sure it's the best coffee you've ever had so you'll keep coming back"

You grin, pressing a kiss to the open palm next to you, "I don't think that will be a problem"

#daveed x reader #daveed diggs #daveed diggs x reader #thomas jefferson x reader #lafayette x reader #hamilton imagine #hamilton #all aboard this trash train whoo whoot

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