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thealtoduck · 3 months

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Being a mutant and joining Xavier’s school…

X-Men x Male Reader

Warnings: Justin Timberlake shade…

Summary: You’re a mutant and you’re invited to attend Xavier’s School For Gifted Youngsters…

(A/n: I gave you Emma Frost’s powers because i’m lazy)

(A/n 2: Yet another unplanned fic… i’m so sorry)

(A/n 3: I was gonna write more but word limit…)

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It all started in school, everything was normal.

You just heard the regular chatter of the students. Then suddenly you heard EVERYTHING, every thought of every single person in the school. You quickly went in to the men’s bathrooms, locking yourself in a stall.

Your head pulsated as if it was about to explode, you felt as if it were on fire. You didn’t understand what was happening. You curled up in a ball on the toilet trying to keep the voices out as tears streamed down your eyes. You have had similar headaches before but never like this.

After about half an hour the voices stopped, you were shaking and sweating, did you have some kind of fever. You got up from the toilet and left the stall. You went to a sink and cupped your hands and splashed some water on your face.

You readjusted your shirt that had gotten a bit messy. You looked in the mirror and noticed something strange, your left hand looked weird, it was glistening looking like some kind of glass. You quickly lifted your hand in front of your eyes… it looked normal.

You then made sure you looked decent before you left to go to the nurse’s office. You told her what had happened about your splitting headache and seeing weird stuff in the mirror. She took your temperature and looked you over, but everything seemed completely normal.

You were scared of the idea of having to go to class and getting another headache in front of everyone. Luckily for you, the school nurse was very nice and wanted to make sure you were okay, so she called your mom and asked if she could come pick you up.

You got in to your mom’s car and she looked at you worried. ”Hi sweetie, are you feeling okay?” she asked. ”Yeah at the moment at least” you said and explained. She was understanding and started driving the two of you home.

As she was driving you started hearing things again, your mom sat quiet, you looked around no people. Then they started growing louder and louder. ”Hey, let’s see what’s on the radio” your mom said pressing the radio button.

And like the flip of a switch, you felt a cutting pain in your head making you lean forwards and groan loudly. ”Oh, come on Y/n, Justin Timberlake isn’t THAT bad” you mom said. Slowly realisation crept up on her that it wasn’t about the pop star’s music playing.

She quickly pulled over the car trying to make sure you were okay. But she soon realised your pain wasn’t going away, so she immediately started driving towards the closest hospital. She also turned off Justin Timberlake, you might be in pain but you didn’t need to be tortured

Even at the hospital the doctors couldn’t find anything wrong with you, but they recommended you take some headache medicine and to get some bedrest over the weekend. You tried but the headaches came on and off, keeping you from falling asleep.

While trying to rest the doorbell rang, you walked towards the door and opened it. You were met with a bald man in a wheel chair and a woman with long red hair, you didn’t recognise either. ”Can i help you?” you asked.

The bald man spoke up and greeted ”Hi, my name is Professor Charles Xavier and this is Doctor Jean Grey, mind if we come in for a chat?”.

Oh god… you had become a medical spectacle you thought to yourself.

You let the two in and served tea for the three of you. ”So, why do you want to speak with me?” you asked. ”Well Mr L/n, have you ever heard of mutants?” Professor Xavier asked.

”You mean those guys on the news with those freaky powers that everyone are afraid off?” you questioned. Professor Xavier nodded with a smile and said ”That’s one way to describe them”.

”You’ve been experiencing painful headaches recently, right?” Doctor Jean Grey asked. ”Y-Yeah” you said unsure, had your parents already called in medical experts to examine you…

”We have reason to believe you are a mutant, who has recently developed the power of telepathy” the professor explained. You sat in silence a moment, only being able to then utter ”I… What?”.

”It’s a gift that will let you read and see inside the minds of others” the professor continued to explain. You stood up and found yourself saying ”You should both leave, you’ve found the wrong person… I-I… I’m not a mutant you must be looking for someon- ahh!”.

You were cut off in the middle of your sentence by another sudden headache making you fall to your knees, holding your aching head. The Professor rolled closer to you and put a hand on your head and suddenly the pain eased.

”What did you?…” you asked confused looking at the professor. ”I used my freaky mutant powers to mute your powers slightly, to make them more manageable” he explained with a small smile. ”Look at Jean” he told you and pointed at the doctor.

”Now try to look inside her mind to see what she’s thinking” he instructed. You did as told and looked at the red haired woman, then without her opening her mouth you heard her say ”Hello Y/n” making you stumble backwards.

”How did you? How did i?” you questioned in complete shock. ”How about you sit down and we can answer all of your questions” Professor Xavier suggested.

So turns out you were a mutant.

It scared you but you decided to gather your courage and tell your parents about it… not a good idea. They got terrified of the idea of their son being a mutant and told you to go to your room.

So once you got to your room you made the impulsive descision to run away from home. You were worried what your parents would do… would they call the cops? Is being a mutant a crime?… Professor Xavier had given you his number. So you grabbed your phone and called the number.

He picked up. ”Hello, this is Charles Xavier” he greeted. ”Hey, it’s Y/n, i’m calling about your offer… you really have room for another student?” you questioned. ”Of course, we do” the professor answered kindly.

You packed a suitcase and climbed out of the window, silently sneaking away from the house. You took a bus leading to new york where’d you’d be picked up. A car was waiting when you got off the bus, Doctor Jean Grey was standing by it.

You got in the car and she drove the two of you towards the school. ”Are you nervous?” she asked, you wondered if you looked that obvious or if her own telepathy gave her a hint. You nodded.

”Don’t be you’ll fit right in. We might be a school but we’re also like a family, we take care of each other” she assured you. ”What about my powers? What if i accidentally hurt someone?” you asked. ”We’re gonna make sure you learn to control them, the Professor has dampened your powers and we’ll unlock them little by little, it shouldn’t be an issue” she explained comfortingly.

The car the pulled up beside a fancy looking mansion. You couldn’t help but be awed seeing it. It looked almost magical. You got out and got your suitcase, Jean led you to the enterance. It was just as impressive on the inside.

She showed you your room which you would be sharing with another student named Peter Rasputin, who according to Jean could turn his skin in to steel.

She gave you a tour of the rest of manor, introduced you to some of the other students and then left you to explore and get settled in. As you made your way around you were greeted and welcomed by the other teachers of the school.

The other students looked curiously at you as you passed, probably wondering who you are and what your powers are.

That night you also got to meet your roomate Peter who Jean had told you about, he was tall, handsome and very muscular. He was also very kind as he greeted you. As the two of you got ready for bed he asked ”Considering we’re sharing space now, do you mind if i’m sleeping shirtless?”.

”No, i don’t mind, do you mind if i do?” you returned the question. He gave you a quick flirty look up and down before saying ”No”.

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lipglossanon · 10 months

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Don’t Cha Stop

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Dark Stepdad!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

For all those who were looking for more dark Leon stepdad 🫣

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, DARK CONTENT, stepcest, non con (although reader is starting to like it), gaslighting, oral (f and m receiving), threats of bodily harm, slapping, knife play, choking, unprotected sex, breeding kink, creampie, daddy kink, pregnancy kink, mommy kink, mentions of lactation kink, thoughts on killing someone, creampie

not proofread ✌️

Title from Don’t Cha Stop by The Cars

part i

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Three days. It’s been three days of being trapped in bed, Leon fucking you stupid every second he gets. You’re so sore that it hurts to move. Leon left this morning and you took the chance to sleep as much as you could. Now, you’re hobbling into the bathroom and looking at yourself in the mirror.

A mess is all you can see. You’re covered in dried fluids, your nipples are puffy, and your cunt is swollen and tender. Tears spring to your eyes, as you take in the horrible bite marks on your thighs and breasts. Luckily, Leon didn’t break the skin but they still look pretty rough.

Shuttering your gaze, you turn and step into the shower stall; you get the water as hot as you can stand and let it wash away your tears and transgressions. If Leon is still gone by the time you get out, you plan on finding your phone and calling your mom. Your relationship with her hasn’t ever been that close, especially after the divorce, but you ache to have her home with you now.

You gently wash your body, being mindful of the really sore spots Leon left behind. Gingerly, you clean off your thighs and pussy, still dripping with Leon’s cum since he made sure to fill you up before he left. You shiver, clit pulsing with heat just thinking of how good he made you feel, cumming over and over until you couldn’t even think anymore.

You hate yourself for enjoying it so much; anytime he’s near you now, you’re wet and achy, needing him to touch you. He indulges you every. single. time. It’s gotten to the point he doesn’t even coerce you into asking for it, you instigate it. You beg for him to eat you out. You beg for him to make you cum on his cock. You’re the one begging for him to breed your pussy until you’re so full of cum it’s gushing from your hole.

More tears slip from your eyes, feeling yourself get wet at just the thought of Leon. He keeps whispering poisoned praise into your ear, telling you how pretty you are, how good you’ve been for him, how important you are, and how badly he wants to take care of you. He’s even talked you into a couple of orgasms; whispering about how wet your pussy gets for him, how tight and perfect you are, how excited he is to breed your cunt until it takes.

Shivering, you open your eyes to the tiled shower wall. You’re leaking slick down your thighs and your clit is throbbing to be touched. Disgusted at yourself, you ignore it and turn off the shower. You step out into the steamy bathroom, quickly grabbing a towel from the rack to dry off then wrapping it around your body.

Walking back into the bedroom, you stop when you see Leon sitting on the edge of the bed. He’s cleaning his nails with the edge of his knife. Your eyes widen, body stopping in its tracks as you take in the cool sheen of his blade; the ease in which he handles it. He slips the knife back into its leather sheath, dropping it on the bedspread.

“Baby,” he coos at you, blue eyes sharp and calculating, “just missed it but your mom called, wanting to surprise you, said she’s coming back today.”

You fight down the relief you feel, but Leon must still see it in your face cause he immediately grimaces.

“C’mere,” he crooks his fingers at you, “we’ll have to make this quick since I’ll need to pick her up at the airport.”

You hate that your body is eagerly responding to Leon. He tugs your towel down and groans.

“Fucking pretty,” he sighs, dragging his palms from your sides down to spread your pussy open, “sit on my face, baby. Wanna taste that hot little cunt.”

You involuntarily moan, slowly clambering over his thick thighs and barrel chest to hover over his mouth.

“That’s my girl,” he places soft kisses on your thighs, trailing up to your glistening pussy, “crying for me already, baby. That’s what I like to see.”

Your fingers are tangling in his hair as he licks into your wet hole. Mewling, you’re sinking down onto his plush mouth, sickened and excited to have Leon eat you out.

You love and hate this so much. Biting back the urge to cry, you let yourself feel good, let yourself feel as your deranged stepfather eats your pussy until your riding his face, hips grinding down against his thick tongue as it flutters and thrusts into your sore cunt.

In that twisted part of your mind, you want Leon so bad you can taste it. You actually missed him when he left even for those few short hours. You’re eager to please him, make him happy so he’ll keep telling you those sweet praising words— keep making you come apart with mind numbing pleasure.

Humping down onto his mouth has you crying out, hands tugging at his hair as electricity buzzes through your cunt ramping your need to cum even higher.

His eyes stare up at you the entire time and even if yours start to slip shut, he’s smacking your thigh to bring your attention back to him.

“Daddy,” you whine, rocking down harder, “gonna cum.”

Leon’s hands grab your hips and force you to fully sit on his face as he grinds his nose against your clit and fucks his tongue up into your pulsing walls. That’s enough to send you careening into an orgasm; toes curling as you moan and rock down onto his mouth, feeling as Leon drinks down the slick dripping from your cunt.

He finally lifts you off of his face, your legs feeling like jello as he guides you to lay back against the bed.

“One more time,” he growls, burying his face back between your thighs.

You wail from overstimulation, tears gathering at your lash line as Leon spreads your pussy lips to spit on your sensitive clit. Groaning, he laps up the spit and fucks it into your pussy, loud slurping noises filling your ears making you hot with shame and excitement.

“Taste so good, baby,” he pets your hips, pulling his mouth away to softly kiss the hood of your clit, “bet you feel so lucky daddy likes you this much.”

You want to scream at him, yet only a weak sigh slips out of your mouth. Leon glares at you from between your thighs.

“I’m getting the sense you don’t think you’re so lucky,” he sneers at you, raising up to kneel on the bed, “maybe I’m being too lenient on you.”

He shifts to his side before straightening back up where you hear as well as see Leon unsheathe his knife. You scramble to think of something to salvage the situation but draw a blank as fear overrides your senses.

You swallow back the tang of bile climbing your throat, heart rabbiting in your chest, as Leon drags the blunt end of his knife up your calf to tap the blade against your thigh.

“I care about you so much, beautiful,” he sighs, disappointment filling his tone, “I thought you understood that.”

“I-I do, daddy,” your lower lip trembles, hands shakily reaching out to him, “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

He tuts at you, frowning, “I don’t know if I believe that,” he taps the blade against your leg a little harder, “think you’re just trying to suck up, pretty girl.”

You shake your head softly, trying not to jostle yourself. You must be messed up because you actually do feel bad for disappointing Leon, an anxious pang centered in your chest slowly over taking the sharp fear in your body.

“P-promise, daddy,” tears are gathering in your lash line, “I wanna b-be your good girl.”

His frown softens, but his eyes are sea dark and wicked, “You have been such a good girl for me so far.”

He pulls the knife away from your body and before you can relax, he flips it around and has the handle facing you.

“How about this?” he takes the broad handle and taps it on your clit like he would his cock, “how about you cum all over daddy’s favorite toy?”

Your mouth drops open in shock, brows furrowed, “H-how can—“

He laughs meanly, smacking the hilt harder on your puffy cunt making your thighs twitch, “Don’t worry, I’m going to show you exactly how.”

He holds down your left thigh with one hand while he uses the other to drag the knife handle over your soaked pussy lips, pushing it to bump against your clit. A breathy whine escapes you as you try your best to keep still, gaze moving between Leon’s face and the knife.

“Hold still,” he rumbles, voice low and heated, the handle rubbing against your clit making your hole leak onto the sheets, “this pretty kitty’s in for a treat.”

Leon presses the tip of the hilt into your clenching hole; the anxiety you had at seeing the knife is morphing into something twisted and needy. You’re more scared of what this is going to do to you versus what Leon could do with it.

“Little more,” Leon’s lax demeanor hasn’t changed at all as he keeps pressing the handle into your spasming pussy walls, “going to get it all nice and wet for me, right babygirl?”

“Uh huh,” your fingers grasp onto the sheets to give yourself something to do, something to draw your focus away from the realization you like this.

Leon chuckles darkly, eyes flitting up to yours for a second before dropping back down to his hand. He pushes the hilt as far as he comfortably can into your puffy cunt, angling it up and forward until he’s grinding it against your g-spot perfectly.

“O-oh,” you whimper breathlessly, “oh, daddy, right there, right there, please.”

“Such a good girl,” he mocks, “daddy knows what’s best for my pretty little baby.”

He slides the handle out and slowly presses back into your pussy. After a few of these soft shallow strokes of the handle into your fluttering walls, he picks up the pace, rocking the knife in and out of your dripping hole. The hot flare of arousal at seeing Leon so in control of his movements makes your belly warm and clit throb.

“Daddy,” it slips out, a keening mewl full of longing that it even surprises you.

Leon grinds the hilt harshly against the spongy spot making your toes curl before he stops, leaving it buried in your pussy so he can move his attention up to your face.

“Yes, beautiful?” he smirks at you, eyes glittering in contempt and voice to match, “are you feeling good? Such a shame it’s not my fat cock filling you up, breeding your tight cunt.”

Your body shudders at that, pussy clenching down on the knife handle as slick dribbles past it.

Leon’s smirk widens, teeth gleaming, “Is my good girl going to cum? Sounds like this pretty pussy needs it. C’mon, you can do it. Show daddy how sorry you are, cum on his favorite toy.”

You’re all jumbled up inside, brain and feelings at odds but no matter how you think or feel, Leon is playing your body like an instrument. Sick—you must be to get off on what he’s doing to you. He’s going to make you cum like this and you know in your heart that you’re going to want him to do this to you again.

The humiliation of it all is what sets you over. Your head slumps back against the bed, a loud moan tumbling from your mouth as your pussy pulses and cums around the hilt of Leon’s knife.

“There we go,” he coos at you, sliding the handle out with a quiet schlick, “now, I’m going to taste this pretty pussy again.”

He tosses the knife and sheathe over onto the nightstand next to the bed.

“Pretty generous of me, right sweetheart?”

Thoughts fuzzy, you nod at him while still trying to wrap your head around what just happened. Leon fucked you with his knife and you came— but even worse than that, you enjoyed it.

“I know you’re a little mixed up,” he’s laying between your legs, dropping a kiss to your thigh, “but that’s what I’m here for, to take care of you and show you what’s best.”

He kisses your clit softly, “Mmm, my dumb little girl, but I’m here now to show you what you need.”

Leon sucks your clit into his mouth with a groan, holding your cunt open so he can lick and suck on your pussy lips before sliding his tongue in your drippy hole.

You’re tired of fighting it—yourself, Leon, you’re just so tired of fighting. It feels good; why can’t you feel good without the guilt? A wave of logic rears its head but Leon suckles your clit and it wipes your mind free of any arguments. You just.. give in.

“S’good,” you slur at him, eyes lidded while you rock your hips up to meet his mouth, “so good.”

Your body sinks down into the bedding, muscles relaxing as you let him hungrily lap at your cunt.

Leon makes you cum twice more on his tongue before finally pulling away, slick coating his lower jaw and dripping down his neck.

He spanks your pussy making your hips jump.

“So fucking juicy,” he looks like he wants to slap you again and it has your thighs parting further open, “wish I didn’t have to leave.”

In the blink of an eye, he’s caging you in under his body, putting one hand around your throat and pushing you into the mattress.

“Better fucking behave, pretty girl,” his dead eyed expression bores into you, “if I get one hint that you’re going to tell anyone about this, it’s gonna be really fucking nasty. Got it?”

Your eyes dart over to the nightstand involuntarily. The knife sits there, nondescript and yet it makes you cold to look at it.

Leon scoffs, “That would be too easy, beautiful. I would hurt you in ways you can’t even imagine. Now answer me, do you understand?”

Eyes darting back to his, you’re scared and shocked, body immobile, can’t even find the words to speak. White hot pain shoots across your face making you gasp for air. Leon pulls his hand back, palm raised to slap you again. You take too long again and he slaps your face once more only this time your pussy clenches down on nothing, a reedy whine slipping from your mouth.

He pauses and a condescending smile comes over his face, “Well now, isn’t that interesting.”

He slaps your other cheek and this one makes you roll your hips, seeking some kind of friction. Even though Leon has made you cum multiple times, you’re still aching for something more; Leon slapping you is making your pussy drip all over the sheets.

He unzips his pants and shoves them down his thighs along with his boxers. You’re through with fighting the pleasure Leon offers; it might make you disturbed or sick, but you love feeling so fucking good.

You moan seeing how hard he’s gotten, spreading your thighs even wider. He grabs his dick and slaps his weeping tip down on your sore pussy. Your clit pulses with arousal remembering how he did the same thing with his knife earlier, making you even wetter.

He drags his cock through your soaking wet cunt until the head nudges at your empty hole. Whining, you tilt your hips up to make it easier for Leon to slip it in; he slaps you across the face making you moan.

“Stop acting like a slut,” his eyes flash with delight, “you’re going to make me late to pick up your mother.”

You whimper at the reminder, “S-sorry, daddy.”

He thrusts into your wet sloppy pussy making you scream. You’re too sore, it’s too much, god this is a mistake, it’s—

He rubs your clit as he rocks his hips up into your swollen cunt making you cry out in pleasure. Tears are dripping down your face making him fuck you harder, faster, deeper.

“There we go,” he laughs meanly, “it’s no fun if both of my girls aren’t crying.”

You hiccup a sob as he slaps you again, this time so hard you taste blood. Leon must see it cause he’s licking into your mouth like a drooling dog, moaning when he tastes the hot metallic tang on his tongue.

“Going to cum inside you, babygirl.”

He chuckles against your mouth when you clench down at his words.

“Oh I know,” he soothes you mockingly, “little pussy’s just hungry for it. Don’t worry daddy’s gonna give her a fat load nice and deep, make sure you’re both full.”

Your hands twist in the sheets as you moan brokenly.

“Want it,” you pant, eyes hazy as you start to babble, “want daddy’s cum, wanna feel full. Breed me daddy, please, need it, need you so bad.”

“Of course, honey,” he grabs your thighs and lifts them up until they’re hanging over his shoulders, bending you in half, “going to fuck a baby into you, wouldn’t that be nice of me?”

“Uh huh,” you whine, eyes rolling back as he grinds against your g-spot in this new position, “daddy’s so nice.”

“I really want to put a baby in you,” his chest rumbles with his low baritone, cock stretching your pussy out, “want to make you a cute little mommy. Mmm yeah then I can fuck mommy’s pretty pussy while I suck on her fat milky tits.”

Your spine arches upwards, thighs trembling as hot arousal blazes through your body, “D-daddy!”

He ignores you, in the throws of his own twisted daydream that’s turning you on the more you hear.

“Fuck, want to suck’em while you jerk me off, watch as they leak everywhere,” his hips stutter, eyes completely black as his pupils swallow the blue, “anytime I’m thirsty I’ll just get me a mouthful of mommy’s milk.”

Your pussy walls have been fluttering and gripping him tighter and tighter the more he keeps talking. Whimpering, you drag your nails down his back.

“Mommy’ll need someone to milk those titties,” he grunts, hips humping into your pussy deeper and deeper, “you’ll need me to drink it all up til our baby gets here.”

Whining loudly, you bring your hands from his back up to tug on his hair, “Daddy, want that, want it so bad. Wanna be a mommy.”

“You want to be my little wife, baby? Keep you knocked up all the fucking time, breed this pussy like you need,” his eyes slip closed when you tug harder on his hair, “wear cute dresses so it’s easy access for me to fuck this wet cunt.”

“Yes, yes, please,” your pussy pulses and flutters around his thick cock, sucking him in every time he pulls out.

“Say thank you,” he growls down at you, eyes mean and fingers digging into your skin, “thank me and I’ll cream your cute pussy.”

“Thank you, daddy,” you moan, “thank you, thank you! Gonna cum, daddy.”

His hips pick up speed until he’s fucking you so hard, your body shifts up the mattress. You’re making little punched out unh unh unh’s of sound paired with the headboard banging into the wall.

Suddenly, he pulls his cock out of your sloppy wet hole and manhandles you on your front. He shoves you face down into the mattress and fucks his fat dick back into your abused cunt, any soreness long forgotten in the face of pleasure.

“You want to cum? Well daddy needs to fuck this pussy just a little bit more and then I’ll let you cum.”

You drool and moan into the messy sheets, spreading your knees further so Leon can pound your pussy harder and harder. Hands lying useless at your sides, your belly tightens with your impending orgasm. Leon grinds the weeping tip of of cock against the opening to your womb making you shy away from him.

“Now, now,” Leon clucks his tongue, “none of that.”

He yanks you up by your shoulder and slides his forearm around your neck, bicep bulging around your throat making you choke. His other hand goes to your hip to hold you in place while he firmly wraps his bicep around your neck.

“Perfect,” he laughs in your ear.

He thrusts up into your squelching pussy until he can grind his fat tip against your cervix again, holding himself there as you spasm and writhe in his grip. His bicep tightens around your neck, choking you until spots dance in your vision. Your hands come up to pull and scratch at his arm but he doesn’t budge an inch.

“Shh, shh, don’t fight me, honey,” he licks the shell of your ear, “I’ve got to fuck you deep so I can make you a mommy.”

Body finally going limp in his grasp, hands dropping to your sides, has him cooing in your ear, “That’s a good girl. Let daddy use this tight hole to cum.”

When he pulls out, he relaxes his arm and you wheeze in a breathe before he’s plunging his cock back inside to grind against your womb; you squirm away only for Leon to choke you out all over again.

This time however his other hand comes down to spank your sensitive clit making your body buzz with arousal and pussy clamp down on his dick.

“Mmm she likes that,” Leon noses your hairline, “such a naughty little pussy, liking when daddy spanks her so roughly.”

Your eyes roll back in your head as he spanks your clit continuously and slowly chokes you with his bicep. Hot, syrupy arousal makes your head feel full of cotton as Leon keeps a tight grip around your throat. You don’t even realize you’re rocking into the stinging slaps to your pudgy clit until he holds his hand still and you press your hips up to chase it.

He squeezes his arm even tighter around your throat before easing off, faux sympathy coloring his low tone, “Oh, I know, it’s so tough. But I can’t spank you if you don’t let me choke you baby.”

Your hands come up to push his bicep against your own throat, mind completely wiped of thought—only the need to cum.

“Choke me, daddy,” you mumble, “choke me, please? Like bein’ spanked so much.”

“Well now, what a sweet girl I have,” his arm tightens around your neck making drool drip down your chin, hips humping back on his cock, “such good manners.”

He spanks your pussy hard making you squeal in pain that morphs into hot drippy pleasure that leaks down your thighs. Growling in your ear, he tightens his bicep against your neck and rails your sopping wet cunt, spanking your pussy loudly.

“G’nna cum, daddy, ungh, you’re gonna make me cum.”

He lets go of your neck and shoves you down on the bed, he pulls out to twist you around onto your back and thrusts back into your greedy hole. Hips pistoning into your pussy as his pelvis bumps against your clit tightens the knot in your belly to the breaking point.

“Cum for me pretty girl,” he nips at your bottom lip, “cum on daddy’s cock.”

He reaches between your bodies to pinch your clit, snapping the last thread holding you at bay. You scream when your orgasm overtakes your body, searing hot pleasure making your body seize; white noise behind your eyes as you stare unseeing up at Leon. It feels like your soul left your body.

Your pussy tightens around Leon, hole pulsing and clenching around his thick cock until he can’t thrust anymore. His cock kicks and throbs as he spills hot sticky cum all inside your clenching pussy walls.

“That’s it, take it, take it like a good girl,” he praises you, grinding his cock deeper into your cunt to milk his cock, “you want to be a mommy, huh? That sweet pussy’s making sure to get every last drop.”

You whimper when Leon pulls his spent cock from your throbbing pussy. His dick kicks and throbs between his thick thighs and you have the sudden urge to suck it into your mouth, feel how thick he’d be in your throat. Pulling your gaze away is a chore, but you finally drag your eyes up to his only to see him smiling crookedly at you.

He wraps his hand around the base of his cock and shakes it, “Like it? Looks like you wanna kiss it a little, baby.”

You shiver, nipples hard as glass even as your pussy feels so swollen and sore.

“C’mere.”

His tone brooks no argument and you quickly move onto shaky legs and crawl in front of him. He’s still gripping his dick in one hand then uses his other to guide your head to the fat tip.

He’s only half hard now, but it makes your thighs clench to see cum dripping from the head as it twitches. He presses your face against the slick coated length dragging it over your face.

“Kiss it,” his voice is airy and mocking, “kiss it clean.”

Panting, you press open mouthed kisses all along his cock, tongue darting out to taste the skin. Bitter precum mixed with your creamy slick cover your tastebuds but it only drives you to kiss him more eagerly.

He laughs and smears his cock all over your lips and cheeks, “Got to cut this short, but we’ll definitely be picking it up later.”

He presses your face further down, “Suck on my balls, pretty girl. Need to go ahead and get a taste for them, you’re gonna be warming them later.”

You whimper and drop your mouth open further, letting him dip his sac in and out of your mouth. Tongue lapping at whatever fills your mouth makes him groan. You suck and lick at his balls until he finally jerks your head away.

“Enough,” his cock’s slowly filling out again, “I really have to go now. Get cleaned up and stay in your room til we get back.”

His blue eyes stare down into your own as you nod, “Yes, daddy.”

“That’s a good girl,” he gently pats your check and yanks your head even further back, “be good and nothing bad will happen, okay?”

“O-Okay,” your voice shakes, pain lancing through your scalp from his roughness, “promise I’ll be good, daddy.”

He drops the hold on your head making you lose your balance and fall back on your knees. In the blink of an eye, Leon’s fully dressed again and walking toward the bedroom door.

“I mean what I said, baby.”

“I know,” you whisper tiredly.

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Leon laughs to himself as he leaves the house. You’re so naive it makes him want to hurt you. He didn’t lie; your mom did call to say she was getting back home early, but there was a layover and it’ll actually be tomorrow afternoon. He’ll tell you it must’ve slipped his mind; after all, you were very distracting coming out of the shower all wet and vulnerable.

You practically gave him the green light to eat that tight cunt. And although fucking you wasn’t planned on, he’s not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Sighing to himself, he pulls up an address on his phone’s GPS (your phone tucked neatly inside the glovebox). He’s just going to go out and get a nice little surprise for you since he’s unsure when the next time you’ll be able to play house together.

If only your mom were out of the picture…

He drums his fingers on the steering wheel waiting for the light to change.

Now there’s a thought, he hums to himself.

If his wife were, oh let’s say hypothetically speaking, to die mysteriously, why you’d only have him. Your dad lives on the other side of the country and Leon’s positive he can pull some strings with a few old buddies to keep you here with him. Working for the shady side of government over the years does have its perks.

Mind kicking into overdrive with ideas and details, Leon pulls up outside the nondescript shop in no time with a plan half formed. Smiling to himself, he parks and steps out. It’ll be so easy to do; doesn’t know why he didn’t think of it sooner. It will take some careful planning on his part, after all the husband is always the first suspect, but he has plenty of time to perfect it.

Leon enters the store and heads to a very specific section. He browses for an hour until he settles on the perfect choice. Taking it to the cashier, he waits on the alterations he wants to make, pays for it and leaves. You’re going to be so shocked when you see it; Leon feels giddy with excitement.

You make him feel so many things. How could he not want you all to himself? It seemed like he had to wait forever for you to come home, but once you were it was heaven. Your mother had talked about you, but nothing prepared him for seeing you in person. If your mother hadn’t have been there, he doesn’t know what he would’ve done.

After that, you were so skittish and demure around him he thought he was going to go crazy. He fucked your mother in a frenzy every night, pushing her down to slip in from behind so he could imagine it was you. Even talked his wife into calling him daddy and that really got him going, nearly breaking the bed that night.

He grips the steering wheel harder, the leather creaking under his hands. He grew so desperate that he started stealing your panties when you showered. God only knows how many times he came with a pair of panties wrapped around his dick and one pressed up to his nose.

He palms himself through his slacks; he’s nearly home now, so it won’t matter too much if he gets hard just thinking of you. Sometime soon he’s going to have you cum in your panties, get them all nice and wet, and he’s going to wrap them around his cock and jerk off. Or even better, he’s going to cum in a pair of your panties and make you wear it all day.

He palms his half chubbed cock even harder. Just imagining your fat pussy lips covered in his thick cum, pressed against your panties all day. Rubbing your clit through your cute panties, his cum making it all slippery and sticky.

He presses down on the gas pedal, speedily pushing through the last few miles back to the house. Leon pulls into the garage and shuts the car off, grabbing the bag and getting out. He goes inside and makes his way upstairs. He sees his own bedroom door wide open, sheets changed. Smug affection fills his chest.

He makes his way over to your closed bedroom door; he taps once on the wood before swinging it open. You’re sitting cross legged on your bed, body relaxing once you recognize it’s him. That smug affection ramps up even more making his lips tick up into a half smile.

“Did you miss me?”

You nod your head shyly at him, fingers picking at the hem of your t-shirt.

“W-where’s mom?” you ask softly, eyes darting to the hall and back to him.

“About that,” he steps further into your room, “she had a layover, sweetheart. Just you and me til tomorrow.”

He watches you shiver, pupils dilating as your lids droop.

“Oh, okay.”

He steps closer to the bed, eyes taking in as you uncross your legs and lean back on your hands, body opening up to him. You’re taking to him so well.

He holds the bag up to catch your attention, “Got you a little something.”

Your eyes light up, a small smile tugging at your lips, “Really? You didn’t have to,” you take the bag from him, “thank you, daddy.”

“My good girl deserves a treat right?”

You squirm at his words and dip your hands into the bag. A small gasp leaves your lips and he sees your nipples harden through your thin shirt, pointing the fabric. You hold up the buttery soft faux leather collar, a little gold tag glittering with the word Mommy in cursive.

You set it aside and then pull out the last piece from the bag, a pretty little leash to clip on the front.

“Daddy,” you lick your lips, picking up the collar, “I’m not—“

“Don’t worry baby,” he kisses the top of your head, taking the item from your hand to unlock it and slip it around your neck.

You shiver under the cool material and his featherlight touch as he buckles it in place. He takes your hand and guides it to the back.

“There’s a little catch here. Feel it?”

You nod shakily.

“Press it and pull this side out if you need it off immediately,” he drops a kiss to your jaw, “it’s an emergency release.”

He pulls away and your expression is unreadable. Eyelashes kissing your cheeks, you rub your hand across the collar before bringing your gaze back up to his.

“Thank you, daddy.”

Surprise knocks him off kilter as you raise up on your knees and press an uncoordinated kiss to his lips. He honestly expected a different reaction.

“You’re welcome,” he breathes out, eyes hardening, “you like it? Like being my pretty little mommy?”

You whimper, thighs parting as you nod, “Yeah, I like it.”

He presses you down in the bed, caging you underneath his bulky body.

“My cute collared mommy,” he murmurs in your ear before sucking on the lobe, “keep it on unless I tell you to take it off, okay?”

“Okay, daddy,” you whisper.

He kisses you, tongue licking into your mouth heatedly. He feels you trying to imitate him, tongue lapping at his before sucking his further in your hot mouth. Groaning, he rocks his hips down, grinding his hard cock against your thin shorts.

He pulls away, leaving your mouth swollen and spit slick.

“Let’s go downstairs,” he strokes his thumb across the apple of your cheek, smile mean on his face, “want to break in that new leash.”

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reqxxyt · 10 months

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followed by december

pairings: oscar p. x f!reader

summary: after a winter night in december, you had a soul goal to find the boy that had your heart soaring at first glance. That was until your best friend introduced him as her boyfriend.

disclaimer: heavily inspired by 'One Day in December' Josie Silver

warning: angst, falling in love at first sight, part two

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Finals week had to be your end of existence. It currently held you in the library near midnight like most of the other students, praying to just end the class on a C. Although, right now a D sounded nice. Finishing up the last bits of your flashcards, already setting up your alarm for the following morning to give you enough time to review one last time before you started to pack up.

The quiet environment of the library always had you held within, admiring how silent a habitat can be. You frequently visited the location seeing as not many were interested in studying unless there was a test that week but with finals week, it had the library being the loudest it's ever been. Not like a rager or anything, but like a coffee shop type of loud. The constant chatter of study groups, shuffling paper, scraping of the chairs, and keyboard clinking feet away did send a headache over time but you learned to deal with it after your sophomore year.

Right now, you dreaded the idea of having to walk out of the library building to reach your apartment on a cold winter night. But either way, you slung your bag onto your shoulder and began walking out. As you passed the front reception, you took a singular glance at the lady flashing a warm smile but before you could turn back, your body found itself colliding with another almost losing balance of your footing.

“Crap, I’m sorry” a soft voice, almost raspy apologized. You looked in front of you to see an unfamiliar face. He had short dark brown hair that was messed with the wind of the winter. His pale skin now held a red tint on his nose and cheeks. His dark eyes looked frantically around your figure trying to gather that you were physically okay but the second his eyes found yours they seemed to also stall.

You hated the idea and fantasy of ‘love at first sight’ but the way your feet were planted, facing him it didn’t seem like such a bizarre thing. Your lips parted to say something, anything you could muster but a buzz in your back pocket pulled you away from whatever trance you were held in.

‘Where the hell are you? Your mom called me, says it's an emergency’ your roommate texted and before you said anything else, you dashed out the door only sparing another small glance at the boy you swore you would never see again. It was a huge campus after all.

The walk to your apartment was only a five-minute speed walk (which you very much intended on doing). You arrived in 3, frightened about what happened thinking the worst happened by her desperation to call near midnight. As the phone rang, your hand ran through your frizzy hair trying to fix the mess the wind made.

“What happened?” you immediately asked the second you heard the phone pick up. Instead of the sounds of sobbing you thought you would hear, the sound of cheering came on and your face contorted into confusion.

“Your sister is getting married! Isn’t that amazing?” Your mom exclaimed. You wanted to glare through the phone.

“And why is that an emergency?” you asked now growing annoyed. You weren’t surprised though, your mom tended to do these things. You swore the day that an actual emergency, you wouldn’t believe her. The boy who cried wolf and all.

“You weren’t answering your phone so I had to get your attention somehow” she huffed, not believing you weren’t as excited as she was. You were, you were just too tired to express anything but annoyance at the moment. Finally, your mom must have realized how absurd it was to call during this time telling you, “Make sure to come home safe so we can talk more about this”

“Yeah, okay goodnight” You pressed the red button and groaned. Your roommate now looked confused as to why you looked angry about asking but instead, you interrupted. “I bumped into someone”

Now interest sparked in her eyes urging you to continue. It was rare to find you so entranced in someone, especially someone you just saw and knew nothing about. Martha, your only friend and roommate believed in the whole ‘love at first sight’ so immediately you knew her mind was racing.

“But your text interrupted before anything could happen” Her frown quickly spreaded, mirroring your own.

“So no name, number, anything?” her voice of desperation grew but your shake of the head made her wince. She rubbed your back to give some sort of comfort but it only gave you reason to feel worse. “I’m sure you’ll find him again. Soulmates are a thing, you know?”

March

“No name, number, anything?” Now was your sister the one asking, sounding just like Martha after having just explained anything. Unlike your friend Martha, she didn’t believe in the first-love scenario so she could partially not care any less about it but with your pathetic desperation voice, it made her feel a tad bit sad for you.

It was spring break and you decided to visit your parents once again to help organize the wedding. And while you weren’t trying to make it about yourself the whole asking how it's been got you rambling.

“There's still a chance she might find him,” Martha said, trying to encourage you as she typed away probably texting one of her many ‘acquaintances’. Your sister rolled her eyes,

“It's been months, on the real note: give up” your sister bluntly stated. You thought about her words for a couple of moments, as your leg bounced up and down until you finally decided enough was enough.

“Yeah you’re right” you sighed and your sister nodded along Martha sprung but before she could say anything more to feed your delusions, your sister glared at her and with that, she backed off. “I need to focus on school anyway”

“You sound like Oscar,” Martha said, flopping back onto the couch and you gave her a confused look not knowing the slightest who she was talking about. “I’ve been talking to him. Super nice dude, I think I actually like him”

“What happened to ‘staying a bachelor throughout college’?” you asked, the exact phrase she said as one of the first things she said to you.

“A girl has to settle down at some point, no?”

“You though? You have your standards soaring greater than the sky”

“Had” she corrected. “You should meet him, I think you’ll like him”

You just shrugged realizing your sister must have left mid-conversation as she no longer stood in front of the two of you, probably exhausted by the college talk.

December

“I promise you’ll love him,” Martha said as you two were about to finish getting ready for your sisters' wedding. Martha and Oscar (who you have yet to meet) have been going out for the past 5 months and she had been talking so brightly about him every night she would come back. It's a surprise you haven’t found him the morning after.

Her past guys made it terribly awkward.

“He should be at the altar when it begins” Her excited smile made your own curve upwards, happy she found someone who could make her so smitten. “But be completely honest with me when you meet him. Tell me all the red flags”

“I’m sure he's fine,” you said, finishing up your own makeup.

“Fine is no good” she reminded you. Pointing her finger at you, suddenly appearing stressed to you so you held her by the shoulders making her take a deep breath.

“I’m sure he's amazing then” Your comforting smile definitely made her feel all the better.

The reception was perfect, just like your sister wanted it to be and the second pictures were done you turned to Martha and realized she no longer stood by you. That's fine, you thought all though right now you really needed an excuse to get out of the exhausting conversations wondering when you’ll get married.

As if your guardian angel heard you, you felt a tap on your shoulder and heard the familiar sound of Marthas voice make you turn around about to rant to her about the conversations before your eyes finally landed on the same pair of brown eyes that once had your heart souring by the simple thought of.

No. This can’t be possible.

“This is Oscar. Oscar this is y/n” his eyes seemed to widen for a second before his smile covered. You couldn’t help but wonder if he also remembers you.

Your lips parted, knowing you needed to seem normal. This is fine. You’re fine.

But your smile covered whatever shock showed and his soft smile almost made you want to dissipate.

“It's so nice to meet you” you were the first to say, reaching out your hand for him to shake, and although it only lasted a second, shock waves ran through you. You took a glance at your friend, seeing her excitement between the two of you and you could feel your own heart ache at the sight.

Martha tried sharing similar interests between the two of you but you found yourself spacing out most of the time. Out of everyone in this world, he had to be the one that caught your attention at first glance, you felt disgusted by yourself, having to excuse yourself away just to get some fresh air.

With your chest feeling as if it were tightening, you tried anything to get more air running through you. It was ridiculous, you barely knew Oscar yet you felt as if you knew him all your life. But he wasn’t yours, he never was. He was with your friend, and you’d have to accept that.

“y/n?”

#oscar piastri #f1 #f1 x you #f1 reader #f1 x reader #f1 x y/n #oscar piastri x you #oscar piastri x y/n #reader insert #formula 1 #oscar piastri x reader #f1 fandom #f1 fanfic #oscar piastri fanfic #oscar piastri imagine #angst

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princesssmars · 5 months

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ive stalled in my full fic so im thinking of possessive!victoria neuman... 18+

maybe you started out as her daughters nanny or teacher, or maybe she saw you one day walking by on the street as she was making an appearance for some political thing she cant really remember, all she knows is that as soon as she saw you she had to have you.

going the nanny route, she doesn't push you too much at first, not wanting to scare you away by seemin like the scary lustful employer trope. her flirting is subtle. the first few weeks. passing comments on if you changed your hairstyle, how she likes the scent of perfume you're wearing, noticing how you prettily you dress to take zoe out to hang out with her friends and how once you start to move in to work full time she can sometimes catch you in your pajamas.

(she swears she fell in love with you the time she caught you both in the kictehn eating ice cream at midnight, donned in your unseasonal christmas pants and college sweatshirt.)

once she starts to get the idea that you like her as well she enlists zoe for help, and its not hard since the girl adores you and is attached to your hip most of the time. you arent sure why she suddenly started asking you about your love life when she was practicing doing your nails one night, or how she absolutely begged you to visit her mom one weekend when she was called into the office.

you didnt really mind, though. when you were escorted into her office, ms.neuman smiling at and thanking you when you told her you brought her coffee and snack she loves to get from some place nearby.

you try to ignore the feeling of her fingers grazing yours as she takes the cup from your hand, and she tries to ignore the suspicious look her assistant is giving her.

but the two of you only grow closers, late nights spent drinking wine on her couch and when she 'casually' invites you out to a three-star michelin restaurant in manhattan as a thank you for all of your hard work. these little thank you's start to turn into little but increasingly expensive gifts. you didn't blink an eye when it was some cute coffee mug she said reminded her of you, but when she gently placed a gold chain on your neck one night after another wine-fuelled conversation, you were a little suspicious.

but blame it on the wine, or the ever-building heat inside your stomach and chest, but the fine line between employer and friend started to blur and the feeling of her hands pushing away your hair to put the necklace on broader display gives you that final push to grab her face and push her lips to yours.

at first she's stark still, and you fear that you've just ruined everything because you were tipsy on some stupidly expensive merlot until her hands are on your hips and she's dragging you to her soft cream couch.

when you wake up undressed and in her bed in the morning you're close to slapping your head in disappointment in yourself, wondering how you could jeopardize a well paying job that you actually enjoyed just for a few rounds of admittedly great sex. you dont get the chance to dwell in your shame any longer before victoria is coming inside, smiling and with a breakfast in bed palate in her hands, filled with delicious looking foods.

after that is when the light possessiveness starts. she loves the fact that you've moved in and majes sure anything you want or desire is readily available. if you ever realize that its been a while since you've even went grocery shopping alone, she tells you its just because she doesnt want you to have to worry about any of the little things since you already do so much for them.

that gold chain was just the start of her buying clothing and jewelry for you. her favorite is the three set of matching pendants she got for the both of you and zoe, hers filled with pictures of the both of you.

i imagine that she isnt too flashy with her wealth but does enjoy spoiling you. the most extravagant thing being how she offers to buy you an entirely new car once yours kicks the bucket. it takes a while for her to convince you to take it, and she definitely brushes off when you question her why its so high tech, deciding not to mention how there's an extensive tracking system inside it. and on your new phone.

but she always manages to dissuade any of your concerns you have for how attached and watchful she is over you. the world is so dangerous these days, and she fears that you'll become a target for being with such a controversial person on government. she also has a deep fear in her stomach about someone finding out that she's not exactly your avergae person, and the last thing she wants is for them to target you or zoe yo try to manipulate her.

and when she tells you the boiled down point of her view you can understand, not wanting to put any pressure on her when she has more than enough. so you start to settle, getting used to your new personal bodyguard or slightly advanced home security. zoe seems to enjoy her new private school, and you had to laugh off when victoria recommended homeschooling her.

but youve found a new family, new wealth and stability, and a new life that you fit so safely into. life is perfect. completely perfect.

guys i suck at this writing thing please make fics for her PLEASE

#gen v #the boys #gen v x reader #the boys x reader #victoria #victoria neuman #victoria neuman x reader #victoria x reader

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 27 days

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AITA for giving away my sisters fish?

This is a dumb and very long story (i could probably shorten it somehow but I don't know how) and I know the title makes me look bad.

Ok so, one evening my mom and my little sister(let's call her Jess) brought home a container of four fish that mum said she saw a guy selling on the road for about 2 dollars (I'm not american so I just calculated and it comes out to around 2 dollars)

This was during the end of year break when Jess was home (usually we all go to boarding school) None of us had ever had pet fish before and we didn't know what kind of fish they were, they looked different from each other and their size difference was pretty big too(the largest was about the size of three nail clippers stacked on top of each other and the smallest was about the size of 1/2 of a car key). So we weren't sure of the species of any and bought the most nondescript pack of fish food we could find, they ate it so we thought things were ok.

About 1 month into the break though (the end of year break where I am is 2 months), 1 of the fish died for reasons we still don't know (we changed the water every 3 days) and two weeks later a second one just disappeared, it wasn't in the bowl, and no one knew what happened. So by the time school started there were 2 fish left (Jess was sad but we also have dogs so she wasn't too sad)

All of us go to different boarding schools but ive been going to a day-school this past year because I'm scheduled for a surgery, so when everyone went back it was just me with the fish.

My elder sister (let's call her Kat) came home from university for a while and she thought the fish were cool so she asked my mom if she could tell her where she got them so she could get some for her dorm. My mom told her she just got them from some guy on the road who didn't have a stall and probably wouldn't be there if she drove to the place she found him. So she went back to uni without any fish

Flash forward, 4 weeks into the term, my mom comes to get me from school and she says was passing the area she saw the guy and he was there with another container of fish this time with about 10 fish also of various muddy and sandy colours, about length of the diameter of a soda-bottle cap (my mom said they also cost her about 2 dollars). I said we could split the fish in half, keep 6 and give Kat 6 for her dorm.

So I'm sitting in the car, holding the container of fish my laps and my mom suddenly stops the car because a person walking on the sidewalks falls into the trenches on the sides of the road. The person is ok but the car stops so suddenly and I'm not holding the container securely so it falls from my laps.

The container has a lid so the car is ok but the guy added some small rocks and a fake plant to the container so they kind of bury the some of fish and 6 of them die. I look on like an idiot while mom tries to settle the rocks but another fish is buried when the rocks are settled.

By the time we get home and transfer all the living fish into the bowl we already have, we have 5 fish in total. We move them to a new, slightly bigger bowl and feed them but by the next morning when I'm going to school i see 3 fish left.

When I get home, I tell my mom that maybe we aren't ready for fish and we should give them to Kat whose dorm may be less of a safety hazard (during the end of year break we used to play with the fish a lot, trying to touch their tails etc so we're definitely the reason the first batch died anyway. We're also 8 kids and there are kids older and younger than me so it would be hard to stop EVERYONE from being rough with the fish). I also had exams coming up and I was starting to put of changing the water and cleaning bowl until i saw algae growing on sides.

Kat has a roommate who thinks the fish are cool too so incase one of them forgets maintaining the fish the other can do it. (I also kind of secretly hoped the all fish would just die a week or two into being with them so it wouldn't bother them anymore I feel bad about it)

Anyway, 3 weeks later when Kat came home she took the fish with her. It's around the middle of the first term so it was Visitation Day at Jess's school yesterday (I think the name is self explanatory) and the first thing she asked about was the fish. I didn't know what to say so I told her the truth and she was so SAD!!(I mean obviously she'd be sad but visitation day is supposed to be a good day) because we named the fish and everything(the first batch, not the second) . I tried to tell her how Kat and her roommate were nice and would give the new fish good name but she said that was dumb I knew that was dumb and I wish had just lied about the whole thing and asked my mom to buy new fish but I feel like Jess would know so said nothing else

My mom kind of cheered her up by saying that during the holidays they could go get a good tank and actual goldfish from a better place but she was mad at me because I suggested that the fish be given to Kat and I feel like she's right because it would be stupid to ask Kat to bring the fish wish her the next time she came home.

All my other siblings not just Jess also got attached to the fish so I'll just be breaking the news to everyone for the next three weeks (because all schools where I am schedule visitation day in the same month) and just generally ruining the mood.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole #pet death cw

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littlemissaddict · 9 months

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No Joke - Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Summary: After being asked out as a joke too many times, she turns down the only genuine one out of fear of being laughed at yet again. Angst with a happy ending. Part 2 maybe if anyone wants it.

Word Count: 3321

She flopped back on the bed with the phone in one hand while her free hand twirled the spiral cord around her fingers. As she spoke, she kept a careful eye on her bedroom door, well aware her mother was home and it wasn’t like she didn’t share what happened in her life with her either but today, she didn’t think she could handle the embarrassment of her mother knowing she got asked out as a joke and not for the first time either.

“I don’t know Rob, James just didn’t seem like the type” she sighed and she meant it. Normally they were lab partners and he was quiet, sure but he was sweet and nothing like the rest of the male population of the school that had taken it upon themselves to torment the girls. Although it seemed her feelings about him were very wrong as just before the bell had gone to signal the end of their lunch period, he had asked her out only to laugh in her face when she had accepted.

“But look at it this way, did you actually like any of them enough to want to date them or were you just accepting because you’re desperate for a relationship?” Robin asked, not even trying to sugarcoat her words and the worst thing was she was right, as always.

“I mean I guess so, I could have felt that way about James” she lies, not wanting to give Robin the satisfaction of knowing she was right. The truth was there is only one guy she wishes would ask her out but it’s a wish that will never be fulfilled because he’ll never see her like that, to him she’s just Dustin Hendersons’ older sister. She hears Robin mutter a ‘bullshit’ and she rolls her eyes, knowing that Robin has seen right through her lies, “you know what I’m done with guys from now on I’m not interested in anything other than me” she states with a nod even though Robin can’t see her.

“Yeah I’ll believe that when I see it” Robin laughs, beginning to say something else that she doesn’t quite hear as she’s distracted by the sound of her mom calling her name.

“Honey, could you just get the door, I would but I’m a bit preoccupied at the moment” she calls from down the hall.

“I’m sorry I gotta go but I’ll call you later” she apologises, rushing out her goodbyes before she practically throws the receiver back on its stand and pushes herself up from the bed. Catching sight of her rumpled clothes and mussed hair she attempts to straighten herself out as she makes her way towards the door, knowing how much her mom prides them in looking presentable in others company, even if it is just to answer the door.

Pulling open the door, she reveals the last person she expected to see stood on her doorstep this evening. “Steve?” she asks, shock evident in her tone. “Dustin’s not here, he’s at-” she starts to say but Steve cuts her off.

“Hellfire, I know” he nods with a warm smile but she notices the way he’s bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet, almost as if he’s nervous which is ridiculous because he’s been to her house plenty of times before and her mother loves him as if he was her own son. “But I’m not here for Dustin” he clarifies.

“So who are you here for?” she asks, the words tumbling out of her mouth before she can stop herself. They’re still standing on the doorstep and she knows if she’s out here any longer her mom will wonder what’s going on and well she doesn’t want to invite him in because she’s not even sure what he wants or even if that’s what he’s expecting.

“You, I’m here to ask-um” he stalls which she vaguely registers as she’s still focused on the fact that he said he was here for her, “I wanted to- Will you go on a date with me?” he asks finally, eyes widening in panic when her face falls.

She can’t believe the words that have come out of his mouth. No way did Steve Harrington just ask her out, it has to be a joke. Her eyes prickle with tears that she blinks away, not wanting to show him just how much his cruel joke has upset her. She wants to cry. She wants to scream. Anything than to face the boy waiting patiently on her doorstep for an answer. She doesn’t even know why Steve would participate in the cruel prank craze that’s going around and she doesn’t even know how he would have heard about it considering he’s finished with high school now. Probably Robin, she thinks but then Robin wouldn’t tell him to come prank her considering she knows just how upset she’s been when she’s fallen for it the last three times. No, clearly Steve Harrington hasn’t fully changed his ways and is still the king he was back in school, well she’d been broken too many times in the last week to fall for it again.

“No” she says with a shake of her head while avoiding looking at him, not wanting to see the disappointment in his face that she hadn’t fallen for his games. Instead she shuts the door, not caring whether or not he was still standing on the doorstep as she turned and made her way back to her room, ignoring her mom’s questions as she shut her bedroom door before finally allowing the tears to fall.

The tears keep coming and coming until she’s all out of tears to cry. Until all she’s left with is a headache and the empty feeling that follows. Deciding now would be a good time to call it a night, she switches her lamp off and falls back into bed fully clothed as she wishes for sleep to come.

At some point she must have fallen asleep because the next thing she knows, Dustin is barging into her room full force causing the door to bang against the wall which shocks her awake. She pushes herself up onto her elbows as she looks over at his fuzzy form as her eyes are still hazy from sleep, or maybe the crying she’s not one hundred percent sure which.

“What did you do?” he asks with a sudden urgency in his voice and she recognises the annoyance in his tone even in her half asleep state but she doesn’t know what he’s asking her about. He rolls his eyes at her lack of answer coming further into the room until he’s stood at the foot of her bed, “Steve” he clarifies as it all comes rushing back to her.

Squinting at the brightness of her bedside lamp as she leans over to switch it on so they are not talking in the dim light coming in from the hallway and Dustin’s face immediately softens when he takes sight of her obviously still puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks. Considering there is about five years between them in age, they are still pretty close as siblings and can be very protective over the other.

“What happened? Do I need to kill Steve?” he asks and she chuckles slightly, finding humour in his words that he would even suggest doing that to his ‘best friend’. “Cause I will just say the word?” he adds, nodding fiercely as he sits down which causes his curls to bounce around as he does.

She shrugs in response, rubbing at her hands over her face before she focuses on him again. “He asked me out,” she says finally, “on a date” she adds as if it wasn’t already obvious from her previous words and Dustin’s face lights up in a smile only to fall again moments later.

“I know,” he replies, which causes her heart to plummet. Dustin knew about the prank and he didn’t try to stop it. She could feel the anger at his betrayal bubbling inside her but before she could react he carried on speaking, “he asked me what the chances of you saying yes would be” he says, looking at her as if he was revealing some big secret, “and I was almost certain you would say yes so what I don’t get is why you’re both miserable”

“He’s probably just disappointed because his prank backfired,” she responds with a roll of her eyes. She was completely done with the conversation at this point and hoped that he would leave so that she could just go back to sleep and try to forget about this whole horrid situation, for a little while at least until she woke up in the morning.

“Prank? What prank?” he asks, confused.

“You know the same one that Thomas and Ben and James and the rest of the male population of Hawkins High thought would be funny” She answers sarcastically, throwing her arms in the air as if to emphasise her words, “you know the one where you ask a girl on a date only to laugh at her when she accepts” she practically yells at him, even though it’s not his fault, she’s just tired and upset and worked up over boys that mean nothing to her.

Her name falls from his lips causing her to take notice of the stunned look on his face which she guesses it’s because of her outburst as normally she’s quiet, calm and never shouts. “That’s not what this was” he says slowly, almost as if he’s afraid she’ll yell at him again.

“How do you know?” she questions, a little irritated by him sticking by Steve when she was supposed to be his sister.

“Because before he asked me what you say if he asked, he asked me if I would be alright with it if the two of you started dating” he reveals as she stares blankly at him, the anger now dissipating but guilt seeping in in place of it. “And just so you know, I would be okay with it if you did want to date him” he adds with a supportive smile and she can’t help but smile back at him until she remembers she'd said no.

“Though I guess it doesn’t matter now anyway” she shrugs, her body slumping back against the pillows.

“Hey don’t lose hope yet, call him because I doubt he's moved on that quick” he scoffs at her dramatics.

And she does, she wastes no time in picking up the phone and calling Steve’s home phone as Dustin sits on watching in amusement at her eagerness to speak to Steve. Though the weight is only momentarily lifted from her shoulders as the phone goes to the answering machine. “What now?” she asks pathetically, feeling like a child.

Dustin’s quiet for a minute as he thinks before he turns to her, “Robin” he says simply and her eyes widen. Of course, Dustin was a genius, not that she tells him that because his ego was already big enough. It doesn’t take her long to punch in Robin’s number but once again her call goes unanswered, “try it again?” he suggests, so she does but gets the same result.

“She’s gotta pick up eventually right?” she asks as she starts punching the number in again.

As it was Steve did go over to Robin’s after his rejection, telling her everything and maybe he cried a little but Robin wouldn’t tell anyone. Robin on the other hand had never seen him so dejected but she did have an inkling as to why he got the answer he did.

“So you don’t think she meant it?” Steve asks, as his hope tentatively begins to return after Robin’s explanation.

“She’s had this stupid school girl crush on you for longer than she’ll admit to” she huffs out a laugh as she remembers all the times she had to listen to the girl in question go on about Steve, “but after you decided to put all that King Steve bullshit behind you, I think it became more than that once she saw the real you” Robin tells him because it was true, somehow the girl had fallen in love with the dingus that she called her best friend.

“So now what?” he asks, sinking back into the couch as a mixture of feelings bubble up inside him. Happiness and relief that she does feel the same about him but he’s still dejected over the fact that she said no while he has no idea of how to prove to her that he really does want to date her. Little did he know that his problem was about to be solved as the phone began ringing. “Are you going to answer that?” he asked, turning his head towards Robin who looked lost in thought.

“Nah can’t be important” she shook her head as the shrill sound stopped only momentarily before starting up again.

“You sure?” he questioned, raising his eyebrows at her, clearly whoever it was wanted to speak to her desperately but instead of answering Steve watched as her eyes grew wide and a devilish smile took over her face. “What?” he asked, very much at a loss for what was happening.

Robin scrambled up from the couch, reaching for the phone just as the ringing cut out again. The missed call didn’t deter her knowing that if she was correct about who was calling, then the phone would ring again. Not even seconds later it did and Robin was quick to pick it up on the first ring, not even getting a chance to speak before her voice crackled through the receiver.

“Is Steve there?” she asked, urgency clear in her tone but Robin, feeling smug about being correct, decided to tease her.

“What no hello for me?” she chuckled and she could picture the eye roll the girl was doing on the other end of the line.

“Please I need to talk to him, I made a mistake and I need to tell him” she pleaded, at this point she was not above begging Robin to let her talk to Steve but she held back seeing as Dustin was still sat on the bed with her and well she’d already embarrassed herself enough tonight so she didn’t want to stoop even lower.

“Okay okay, gimme a second” she laughs at her desperation over such a silly little situation that was all a big misunderstanding in the first place. Robin’s thankful the phone is cordless as it means she doesn’t have to stretch the cord all the way over to where Steve is sitting on the couch as she takes the phone to him. “I’ve played matchmaker enough for tonight so it’s time for you to take over” she winks as she hands him the receiver, earning herself a confused look in response but she only smiles before heading in the direction of the kitchen to give the two of them space to talk.

Whereas she on the other hand doesn’t have the option of privacy as Dustin is still waiting, still listening intently for any sign as to what is going on. “Steve?” she asks after she hears Robin’s voice getting quieter as she assumes she’s handed the phone over to him.

“Yeah it’s me” he replies quickly after hearing her voice but he can’t say he isn’t surprised considering how she left him, “I’m sorry for tonight, I didn’t know” he apologises before she can even say anything else.

She sighs as the embarrassment and hurt of each moment invades her mind yet again, “You don’t need to apologise, you couldn’t have known” she replies as tears prick at her eyes again and she scrubs them away with the palm of her free hand. “If anyone should apologise it’s me, I’m sorry that I thought you were just like them, that you would even think to play such a cruel joke because I know you’re not like that” she says with a small sniffle. Dustin grabs her attention for a minute holding out tissues that he got from god knows where considering he hadn’t left his spot on the bed but she waves him off with a small appreciative smile.

“Hey it’s okay, you’re allowed to be sceptical especially after those idiots and I don’t blame you for trying to protect yourself” Steve reassures, completely understanding her reaction now that he knows the full story behind why she did what she did.

“You know if the offer is still open then I’d like to change my earlier answer” she tells him, her voice barely above a whisper as she prepares herself for the rejection that she thought was inevitably coming.

Steve bites his lip to conceal the grin that is threatening to take over his face, though he doesn’t know what he’s trying to hide it for because he’s alone and well he’s already made a fool of himself plenty of times in front of Robin so what was one more. “So you’ll go on a date with me? But what made you change your mind?” he asked, curious to her sudden change of heart.

“Dustin told me that you two had talked and helped me realise that you are nothing like you used to be” she admits, still annoyed with herself that she would even think Steve, the guy who carts around the kids to school; to the arcade; to Hellfire and pretty much wherever they want to go without complaint. Steve, who also accepted the fact that Robin was into girls and not guys with no judgement and never treated her differently because of it, would actually be anything like the part he played in high school just because that was expected of him.

“Well remind me to thank the little twerp when I see him” Steve laughs, complete bliss filling him now that everything he’s wished for, for who knows how long, seems to be falling into place. “So about that date, are you free now?” he asks.

“You’re joking,” she asks, wide eyed as she looks towards Dustin who was looking at her expectantly, “Steve, mom would kill me if I was to go out this late” she replies finally, eyes still fixed on Dustin expecting him to back her up yet his face showed nothing.

“Nope it’s not up for discussion, get ready I’ll be ten minutes” he adds before the line goes dead.

“He’s coming isn't he?” Dustin asks as she puts the phone down with a dejected sigh as she nods. “Thought so, now come on chop chop you’ve got a lot to do to sort-” he waves his hand vaguely gesturing to her appearance, “that out” he finishes with a laugh.

She gawkes at him, almost not believing that he’s telling her to break the rules. “I can’t go mom’ll-” she tries but he shakes his head.

“Nope you're going, I’ll cover for you,” he smiles, “just sneak out the window and mom won’t know any difference” he nods, standing up from the bed and walking out of the room, closing the door behind him.

She stares at the door in silence once it’s closed, still hesitant to make a move and get ready although she knows the longer she leaves it the more chance Steve will turn up on the doorstep again and the less chance she’ll have to sneak out without her mom knowing. So she does and ten minutes later, she’s washed up the best she can, snuck out of the window and is waiting curbside for Steve to show up, which he does moments later.

“Are you ready for a night to remember?” he jokes as she climbs into the passenger seat next to him before driving off before her mom can find out she’s gone.

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·.¸¸.·♩♪♫ ꧁✴ 𝒲𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒾𝓉 𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓉? ✴ ꧂ ♫♪♩·.¸¸.· PART 2

Part 1: here

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╰┈➤ ❝ [A⋆b⋆o⋆u⋆t] ❞:

You are secretly in love with a popular boy at your school. His name is Lee Know. He is your crush for about 2 years. This year you wanted to make a move, every fairytale has a happy ending, will yours to?

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!!!THIS IS A FANFICTION!!!

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You were still in the bathroom. You locked yourself up again in the stall. You were sitting there looking at the letter which was ripped apart. All that work, all that love you put in it. Ripped apart infront of you. Tears rolling from your cheek.

'Y/N?'

you heard from a distance someone calling your name.

'Y/N!'

You heard the door from the restroom open.

'Y/N? Are you in there?'

no answer.

'Y/N, is everything okay?' it was Amaray's voice.

You slide the letter and popsicle under the door.

'Oww, Y/N.' she says silently.

'Y/N, did he hurt your feelings?'

You open the door. Amaray saw your red eyes and all the tears that rolled down your cheek.

'Y/N. Come here.' she opened her arms and you hugged her.

'I d-don't understand.'

'Shhh, you want to talk about it?'

you just hugged her tighly.

'What happend here?' Lisa stormed in.

'Oh no, Y/N. Did that bastard hurt you?'

you nod.

Lisa ran and hugged you also.

'We were looking for you.'

'T-thanks.' you smile softly.

'I know its the wrong timing but math is going to start... But we always can skip school.'

'No-o you guys, you should go.'

'We aren't leaving you alone. We aren't going to use math anyway.'

'Lets just some slush, and let you calm down, okay?'

you nod.

'Wait.' Lisa took a tissue and wiped your tears away.

'I hate to see you like this, but we will try to make you smile.'

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You three were walking around with your slush.

They asked you what happend and you told them everything. It helped you a bit to let the steam go.

'I am not going to school tommorow.'

'Will that help?'

'I-i, i don't know.'

'Look just do what you think will help you.'

'Yeah, we will come over and if you need something give use a call.'

'Thank you , you guys.'

'As long as your happy, Y/N.'

'But just to ask, can we tell the others?'

'The others?'

'Yeah you know, Han and I.N.'

'I.N, but not Han, please.'

'Okay, we promise we won't tell Han.'

'I am going home.'

'We will bring you there.'

'Yeah, like girlie, everyone would want to kidnap you!'

you giggle a bit.

'Omg you just saw that Amaray?!'

'I did.' she smirked.

'You giggled! Aww, there is that smile of yours.'

They pinched your cheek.

'Stop-ahhh, stop it.'

'Stob it.'

you all laughed.

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'Thank you guys. Bye you two.'

'If you need something call use immediatly!'

'Yeah, and if you need someone to get destroyed, call use.'

'I will surely do.'

They both left.

You told your parents you weren't feeling well. They believed you because you were looking pale and your eyes were very red.

Ofcourse they didn't know it was because of all the crying...

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You were sleeping the hole day long. Sometime's your mom brought you soup or some fresh water. You looked at your phone and some messages from your friends showed up.

You did deserve better, but you wanted to deserve Lee Know. You don't know why you still thought about him. You don't know...

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You were feeling a little bit better, a tiny tiny bit bitter. You had tissue's everywhere from all the 'sickness'. Ofcourse you cried everytime you could.

You started to mentally prepare yourself for school, how to act. Because everybody knew about it. Lee Know was popular, so every situations were he has a role, has been spread.

You had some plans in mind.

Focusing on styding and ignoring them.

Hiding in the bathroom during break.

Ignoring everyone and become a loner.

Changing schools.

This seems a bit dramatic ofcourse, but they don't understand how it felt that day.

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You got a bit active. Your parents went off to work, so you decided to wander around a park.

The park was kinda old, so nobody really went there. You never understood why, it was so beautifull.

The pink trees, with their beautifull flowers. The prettiest things never get regonized. Its so weird to think about it.

You decided to sit under a tree. You had your book with you.

Suddenly you heard some movements. You ignored the footsteps.

You heard many notifications from your phone.

<Gurll-, drama at school>

What did it matter he broke with his girlfriend? He would problaby hook up with another chick.

You were bothered by these messages, so you turned your phone off.

You saw a person from a distance. You couldn't regonize the person.

You decided to leave, you took your stuff with you. You started to walk around the lake. You turned your face around to look behind you.

You got a mini-heartattack for a second. That person was walking behind you. Close enough to be scared, far enough to wonder.

You started to walk faster.

The person behind you started to walk faster to.

You had enough from it, so you started to run. You ran towards the big flower field. You looked around and saw that the person was running towards you. You were wearing a dress, so it was very hard to run in it.

What should i do?

What if its a murderer?

You felt a pair of hands on your waist. You tried to ran, but the person was very strong.

Suddenly you both fell into the flowers and the person turned you around.

It was .... Lee Know

'What the hell are you doing?'

He took one of your hands and start kissing it.

'Let go off me!' you slapped him across the face.

'I wanted to see you.'

'Why?'

'Because you didn't came to school.'

'How you know i was there?'

'No questions.'

'No questions?! How you know i was there.'

'Because i always knew.'

'How?'

'Because i always saw you there.'

'Let me go, i don't want to see you.'

'I broke up, for you.'

'You think that will make everything alright?!'

'I just, i just thought, that..'

'You thought wrong. Thats what it is.'

'You don't even love me don't you.'

'Who said that.'

'Nobody, i just know.'

'You know Lee Know, better than i know?'

'Exactly.'

'I can show you how much i love love.'

'W-what.'

'You don't want to?'

'I-i mean... not that i say no... but like..'

he cutted you of by kissing you full with passion.

You putted your arms around his neck to deepener the kiss.

You two kissed untill you were out of breath. He rested his forehead against yours. The way he stared straight into your eyes, made you a bit dizzy.

He softly touched your cheek which was burning.

You undid the buttons of his shirt.

Dam, he has some abs. you thought

He zipped your dress open, and he unclipped your bra. You started to undo his belt and pull his pants off.

Everything went quite fast because you two were hella horny.

He kissed your collarbone and your naked shoulder.

His hand went into your panties and started to rub your wet clit.

You tried to hold in your moans.

'Let me hear your music, kitten.'

He started to rub faster, so you couldn't hold any longer. You started to moan loudly.

'Oh -my, fu- knowie.'

You started to go also in his pants. You took his lenght and start rubbing him up and down.

He groaned loudly.

'You like that don't you.' you smirked.

'Fuck y/n.' he moaned.

Suddenly he pinned you down the flowers.

Your panties were alreaddy down and your entrance was alreaddy wet.

He placed himself against your entrance and snapped into you.

You letted out a moan, your hands still interwined together. His eyes never looking away.

His pace got faster and faster. It felt like your heart could stop any moment, because of this heat your feeling.

You throw your head back in the flowers.

'I-, cum.'

He smirked at you. Your hands wandering in his hair. His pace stopped for a second.

He grabbed your chin and kissed you wildly. His tongue exploring the inside of your mouth. Your tongues interwining with eachother.

He picked up his pace again.

This is going to be the end of you.

You couldn't hold it any longer.

'I n-nee-d to cum.'

you both came on the same moment. His forehead rested on yours. His arms holding you tight into the flowers.

'I love you so much, kitten.'

'As much as all these flowers?'

'More, baby. Much more.'

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Moving In Stereo

Many moons ago I applied to the Harringrove Zine with a concept: what if Steve was a lifeguard with Billy at the pool. I ended up writing a completely different concept for the zine after way too many talks with @adelacreations but Lifeguard Steve has been waiting in the wings, ready to promote the Zine Preorder that opened today! The zine is made to support charity and there’s many ways that you can back it and read the crazy thing I had to write after finishing this, and all the incredible stuff the other contributors have come up with. We’re so excited to share it with you. And now without further ado: lifeguard Steve

Billy Hargrove had a new title: King of the Poolside. The whole town fawned over him, all the suburban moms who asked Steve about Billy’s schedule and blatantly stared at his body, all the teen girls who made eyes at him. Even the little kids liked him. Whenever Steve would sub in the aquatots class there would be a chorus of questions about, “Mr. Biwwy.”

It was starting to piss Steve off.

Steve didn’t mind not being King anymore. Billy could have the crown, shove it up his ass for all Steve cared. But they didn’t know the real Billy Hargrove. Despite a teary, drugged apology that night when Steve drove him home after the Byers, and the occasional conversation in the break room, Billy Hargrove remained as he always was: an asshole.

“Stick to your stand, ” Steve grumbled when Billy leaned against Steve’s leg, one golden shoulder pressing into Steve’s calf. Billy was hot all the time. Steve swore he could see steam rising off Billy’s shoulders when he rose out of the pool. Somehow he managed to do it in slow motion. The asshole.

“You can see all of the pool from your stand, though,” Billy smiled and snapped his gum, his eyes hidden by mirrored aviators.

“Then we’ll switch.”

He had to remind himself that Billy was an asshole, because for one millisecond Billy frowned and he almost looked hurt.

“Can’t be near me for even a second, huh?” Billy looked up, but his face was impossible to read behind his sunglasses. They only reflected Steve back to himself. His pink cheeks from Billy standing too close. His slightly wilted hair, curling at the ends from the heat. Billy was so shiny, chest gleaming, golden hair glassy and lustrous. Steve could see himself reflected in all the weirdest ways.

Steve shrugged. “Not my job to tell you what to do.”

Billy snorted, “You act like it enough.”

“Whatever,” Steve rolled his eyes. “One of your fan club is coming over.”

It could be splashing, but it nearly sounds like Billy muttered, “Showtime.”

It’s Karen Wheeler, tottering in a new swimsuit and heels that seem frankly dangerous close to the water’s edge. Steve twitched, the heat from where Billy’s shoulder was pressed to his leg almost throbbing with awareness.

“Hello, Steve,” She smiled too warmly. “Billy.”

“Dig the new suit, Mrs. Wheeler,” Billy pressed his sunglasses up his nose and gave her a toothy smile.

“Thank you, Billy,” She preened, and stretched out on a towel next to Steve’s stand. “The sun’s moved over here, so…”

Billy nodded, leaning into Steve’s leg, “Oh, yeah. Gotta chase those rays.”

She laughed like it’s the funniest thing she’d ever heard, and for some reason Billy did too, his white teeth gleaming.

Steve shuffled in his seat.

“Thanks for your help, Harrington,” Billy punched his leg softly, and Steve glared at him. “See you later Mrs. Wheeler.”

“Bye, Billy,” She called out hopefully. She has a bag slung over the back of her chair that reminded Steve of when Steve and Nancy used to date.

She looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes, and asked him what he’s doing now that he’s graduated while her eyes lingered on his chest hair. Steve gritted his teeth before draping a towel over himself.

Billy Hargrove was an asshole. But Mrs. Wheeler was starting to wig Steve out pretty bad too.

That afternoon, he was still in a sour mood. The stalls at the community pool have these wimpy curtains. They barely gave the illusion of security but King Billy always acted like he couldn't see that this stall was occupied.

“Whoops, sorry, Harrington,” His voice echoed off the tiles and Steve slipped, hand waving out in the middle of nowhere to help him catch his balance.

Billy’s arm shot out and caught him by the elbow

“For fuck’s sake Billy,” Steve’s voice was higher than he wanted, and kind of breathy. Billy was stark naked except for red flip flops. “This is the third time this week.”

“Sorry, compadre, I have a lot on my mind,” Billy nodded and turned, throwing the curtain closed behind him. “Really didn’t mean it.”

“Like what? It better be good, because if my… fucking dick is going to be exposed it better be for a damn good reason,” Steve groused.

“Nothing I didn’t see in school, chill out, baby,” Steve can practically hear that toothy grin.

“What’s on your mind?”

Billy doesn’t answer right away. But the shower next door turns on, and Steve can hear the slap of Billy’s flip flops.

“How do you know if you’re in love, Harrington?”

Steve’s mouth fell open and he got a mouthful of the nasty pipe water.

“What?”He asked.

“Like… I never been in love before,” This was followed by the patter of flip flops. “So I’m trying to get some perspective.”

“I… you think you’re in love?”

“Probably,” Billy doesn’t sound happy about it. Water splashes on the tiles around Steve and he imagines the water splattering across Billy’s chest, heat rising like steam. Slow motion.

“What makes you think so?”

“I’ve been saving money,” Billy said. “I’m very close to getting back to California. I could go. But there’s this person…”

“So… tell her how you feel?” Steve expected that he would be fucking elated to find out that Billy was leaving, but instead it feels kind of empty and blank.

Billy laughed, a short firecracker burst of a sound, hitting the tiles all around Steve like a whip’s crack. It was very different from the way he laughed earlier.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. Just trying to figure myself out, you know.”

“When would you leave?”

Billy sighed, “Sooner is better. They’re never gonna feel the same way. I’m kidding myself, you know?”

Steve scrubbed a hand through his hair, waiting too long before responding. “I’m sorry, man.”

“Don’t worry about it,” This laugh sounds more like the Mrs. Wheeler laugh, loud and, Steve’s starting to suspect, fake.

“You could still give it a try,” Steve offered weakly, “You’ve got nothing to lose, right?”

The laugh got louder, “You’re a riot, Harrington. Really, you are.”

Steve drove home with his head weirdly muddled with this news. He should be psyched about Billy's leaving. And if Billy got with his crush, he would have less time to piss Steve off or flirt with everyone in town. It was a win win.

It’s only when Steve was in bed later that night, the smell of chlorine still hanging in his nose slightly, that he wondered. Why Steve said she, but Billy said they. Like it could be anyone.

Like it could be a guy.

He watched the next day, the way Billy hung back from the crowd of girls, always holding himself apart. He slid away from a girl who was practically falling out of her swimsuit, smile frozen on his shiny face. Mrs Wheeler is staring at him, and Steve is uncomfortable to think how he’s not much better.

Come to think of it, he’s never seen Billy really hang around a girl that long. Oh he talks to them, goes on dates. He sleeps with them, or so Steve has heard. He’s never attached to any of them, he never seems to linger around one more than any other. Steve used to be part of SteveAndNancy and SteveAndMichelle and SteveAndChrissy. Billy wasn’t Billy and anybody.

It’s pretty easy to keep an eye on him because the only place Billy seems to linger is around Steve’s stand. He hangs by Chet at the gate sometimes too, giving him sunny smiles that make Steve’s chest hurt. Eddie Munson rolls by sometimes at closing, sitting with Billy in the back of his van.

Steve started to stare so hard he swore he was getting blinded by the glare off of Billy’s necklace, the gleam of his fake smile.

He showered and started to lock up in a fog, when he heard a splash in the water. The pool is closed… Steve’s blood runs cold. He promised himself if he took this job that nothing like what happened to Barb would ever happen again.

He groped under the check-in desk, coming up with the plank that they use to prop open the window when the weather is stifling, and crept out into the pool area.

“Jesus, Harrington,” Billy bobbed in the water, “What the fuck are you doing?”

Steve exhaled a shaky breath, “Fuck, Billy. I thought you were like a wild animal or something.”

“Who says I’m not?”

Steve dropped the plank to his side, “What are you doing out here?”

Billy leaned back in the water, his hair floating out in a dirty blonde halo, “Taking a dip. It was hot as hell today. You wanna come in?”

“I just showered.”

Billy shook his head, “Haven’t seen you in the pool all summer. Can you even swim?”

“How do you think I got the job, asshole?” Steve frowned.

“So prove it, asshole,” Billy grinned.

Steve grumbled, hating Billy for baiting him and hating himself for rising to it.

“There’s that King Steve spirit,” Billy smiled smugly. “Feels good, right?”

Steve floated along, annoyed that it did actually feel good. He tried not to think of the mass of swimming kids he’d seen opening their mouths underwater in the pool all day, and just enjoy.

“Did you talk to your crush?”

“Talk to them every day,” Billy replied with a laugh.

That ruled out Eddie Munson.

Steve frowned, bobbing closer, “You talk to them every day and you don’t know if they like you?”

Billy smiled ruefully, “I know they don’t.”

Steve rolled his head back into the water, “You could tell them. What’s the harm, if you might leave soon? No regrets, right?”

Billy doesn’t respond, but Steve was content enough to wait, his face turned up towards the late afternoon sunset, eyes closed. He hadn’t gotten into a pool for pleasure in so long.

It almost felt like the water lapping up, brushing Steve’s face. A warm press, something soft brushing his lips. If it hadn’t been for the stifled moan, Steve might have thought it was the pool.

He opened his eyes, and Billy was covering his mouth with his hand, swimming backwards. Steve could see his own shock reflected back in Billy’s bare blue eyes.

“Sorry,” Billy said, “Fuck, I’m… I’m sorry.”

Steve blinked at him, his brain still catching on to what happened.

“I’m so-” Billy swam swiftly to the edge of the pool, pulling himself out, shaking his head.

He kissed him. Billy kissed him?

It didn’t make sense. Steve’s game has been shot. He hadn’t gotten a single date this summer, nor a single kiss. He’d been a dick to Billy, snapping at him with the slightest provocation. He wasn’t King Steve anymore and Billy could have anyone he wanted.

He was slammed out of his reverie when the gate slams shut, leaving Steve alone, bobbing like a cork.

Billy didn’t come to work the next day. Or the next. Steve felt like he was going through his days under water, in slow motion.

“He quit,” Heather raised one perfect brow, “Will you mop up in the boys bathroom? Some kid threw up a hot dog.”

Steve didn’t exactly want to clean up hot dog but it wasn’t like there was Billy around to hang out with. Billy to jostle and scowl at, Billy to float on the water with. Billy to kiss…

Later, Billy asked Steve when he realized, when he decided he needed to rush over to Cherry Lane right away and bang on the window until Billy opened up. Billy asked when Steve decided to kiss Billy then and there, in front of God and everybody.

Steve didn’t have the heart to tell him that it was when he was mopping up chunks of hot dog, chlorine clogging his nostrils, nothing to do but think. Billy had said he loved someone. Someone he talked to every day, who didn’t like him much. Someone who could be a boy. Someone like Steve.

“You’re an asshole,” Steve laughed as he flopped through Billy’s window and wrapped his arms around him. Billy didn’t gleam like he did at the pool, all shiny surfaces. But he kissed Steve like he meant it, reflected back all the mixed up feelings swirling in Steve’s chest. All of this and in slow motion too.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #steve x billy #harringrove zine #kings of nowhere zine #my writing #moving in stereo #tw Karen wheeler #harringrove fluff

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Kiwi

Pairing: rockstar!joel miller x actress!reader

Author’s note: as I was writing this, I proclaimed in the most southern accent, “now we’re cookin’ with peanut oil!” so do that with that

Summary: Joel goes home for a month. You stay in California to work. What could possibly go wrong? [3.8k]

Warnings: HEAVILY implied casting couch culture, brief allusion to creepy Hollywood producers, yearning, I can’t think of anything else!!

Boarding my flight now.

Thanks for letting me know?

Well, I texted my mama to let her know, and she told me to text "that girlfriend of mine."

Doesn't sound like she's a huge fan.

She'll live.

You like the message and go to put your phone away when it buzzes again.

Is it weird that I kinda miss talking to you?

You smile and ignore your name being called over the intercom for another beat.

There are a lot of weird things about you, Joel Miller, but that one feels the most normal.

Text me when you land in Austin. Tell your mom I said hi.

You tuck your phone away, fighting the stupid smile on your face, and look up to see a pissed-off PA walking towards you. You apologize and half jog to the sound stage where Ryan is waiting.

"The perfect punctual queen is late for once? Is the world going to shit?" He asks, and you slap his arm.

"People are allowed to be late."

"Does your lateness have anything to do with your boy toy?"

"Are you ever gonna call him by his name?" You ask. He senses that you're stalling his question and take a deep breath. "Joel is flying home to Texas today to visit family and get some work done. He'll be gone for a month."

"Oh, how will you ever survive?" He pouts, and you give him a look. The director calling for places stops you from responding, but you threaten him with the promise of picking up the conversation later.

You don't ever get to tell him off for suggesting that you can't live without Joel being in the same state because of how late shooting goes. It might've been exhaustion, but you swore that you saw the sun starting to rise over the horizon by the time you finally got to leave. You knocked out a good chunk of the scenes you were still working on, which is great news, but you were mentally and physically drained. You slept most of the next day and missed Joel's messages from one whole time zone away.

Landed.

Jesus Christ, I forgot how hot it is here.

My mama told me to ask you if you go to church since she doesn't believe me.

Attached: Two photos

You laugh as you sleepily scroll through his texts when you wake up mid-afternoon, feeling a little bit better from your long night. One of the pictures he sent is of him sitting in the cab of an old truck with the caption, "This was my first car. I can't convince my dad to sell the damn thing." The second is a blurry photo of a blue-looking weed on the side of the road surrounded by what looks like thousands of other blue weeds. "Turns out the state flower will literally grow anywhere besides in a pot in my house."

A) I'm glad you made it in safely. B) Isn't Texas the armpit of the South? C) I don't go to church, and I never have, but please feel free to lie to her. D) I can imagine a young, emo Joel Miller driving it now.

He reads your messages almost as soon as they deliver, and your screen lights up with his initials as he calls you. You yawn as you pick up and hear chatter in the background of wherever he is.

"First of all," he starts in a determined tone. "Texas ain't the armpit of the South. That's South Carolina." He says. He hasn't even been in Texas for forty-eight hours, and his accent is already thick again.

"My mistake," you laugh. "Did you have another point, or was that it?"

"Second of all, why d'you sound so tired?"

"Obviously, I was out partying with strange men all night."

"Really?" He asks, and you scoff.

"No, Joel. Filming went really late yesterday. I don't think I got home until six this morning."

"Sounds intense."

"Not as intense as being interrogated by your mother," you say, and he hums. You hear someone laughing in the background and relish in the joy that you're not there to witness. He doesn't say anything for a minute, and you wonder if the line dropped, but when you pull the phone away from your face, you see the call is still active. "You really miss me so much that you called me just to sit on the line?"

"Maybe I did." He says. You take a deep breath and glance at the clock on your bedside table. He's two hours ahead. The sun must be setting by now, casting gorgeous rays onto his skin and making his eyes look amber. You wonder what Texas air does to Joel's soul. Maybe it soothes him like only an old baby blanket can. Maybe it makes him jumpy, like he's waiting for a clap of thunder that never comes. Maybe it makes him wonder why he left in the first place. You wish you could be there to read his expression and try to decipher what he's thinking. Someone calls Joel's name in the background, and you hear him shuffle with the phone, probably covering the microphone with his hand because the voices become muffled. When the phone comes back to his ear, he takes a deep breath, and you do the same. "I gotta go. Can I call you tomorrow?" He asks.

"I'm counting on it, Miller." You say, and he laughs before mumbling a good night and hanging up the phone.

After that, it becomes a habit for Joel to call you every day from Texas. He'll tell you different stories about his parents, how Austin has changed since he left, and update you on how the newest album is coming. He listens to you rant about work, how tired you are, and how frustrated you always get toward the end of a project. Sometimes the conversations last ten minutes, and sometimes they last hours. One night, you fell asleep on the phone with him because he was trying to get your opinion on a new song, but you had spent the day filming the scene of your character giving birth, which was tiring in its own right. He doesn't chide you for it. He just sends you a goodnight text and promises to call you the following night.

You hate to admit it, but production speeds up with Joel out of town. You end up wrapping your scenes a week early while Ryan still has another couple of days of filming his scenes. You'll probably get called back in for reshoots in a few months, but you feel really good about the work you put out there, and you finally get the chance to rest before Melanie sends you more scripts to read over. You send Joel a photo of your open laptop and a glass of wine next to it as the California sun sets over your balcony.

Wrap parties are looking different as I get older.

Don't worry. I'm sure you'll still be a drunk, no matter how old.

Asshole.

Lashing out is the first sign of a bigger problem. I think I should call Melanie.

You laugh and search for the middle finger emoji when he sends you another text.

Paul got me on the list for some charity event this Saturday. Want to come with me? He said it'd probably be better to get some more dates in sooner rather than later.

The reminder that this is all fake shifts your entire mood. Of course, it's always lingering in your mind, but the texting didn't feel fake. The late-night calls didn't feel fake. He didn't feel fake. In fact, this is the first time you feel like you have a sliver of an idea as to who Joel Miller actually is when he isn't selling out world tours and recording platinum albums. It's stupid for you to feel this way. You have no reason to. No right. You take a deep breath and type out a message.

Sure.

On Friday, you drive to the airport to pick Joel up, creating an over-the-top scene of you running and jumping into his arms. His hat falls off his head and onto the ground as he catches you and kisses you sweetly. When he sets you back on the ground, he doesn't let you go right away. He lingers in your arms, and even though your feelings are still hurt and you're still trying to remind yourself that this is all fake, you let him. He smells like a detergent you don't recognize, but underneath that, you catch a whiff of the cologne he always wears. You rub his back as you hold him in the middle of the airport.

"'S really good to see your face," he says into your neck, and you nod.

"You too."

As you drive him home, he brings you up to speed on how the album is coming along and how different Texas was when he was there. You tell him about the last few days on set and an upcoming press junket in New York City. He lights up when you tell him the dates as you maneuver through LA traffic.

"I'm scheduled to go to New York to work with my sound mixer that same time. He's got his own studio out there now and knows more about it than I do," he says. "Maybe we can fly together? Make it look like a couple's trip?"

"Sure," you say. He furrows his eyebrows at your lack of excitement, and you scramble for something else to talk about. "How are your parents?" You ask. The rest of the ride to his house goes off without a hitch, and he kisses you again as he gets out of the car, both of you highly aware of the car full of paparazzi that's been tailing you since you left the airport. He promises to pick you up at five the following night, and you just nod. When you get home, you walk calmly into your house, lock the door, and scream.

Joel's hand is in yours as you wait for your turn to walk the carpet. You're not sure why there's a red carpet at a charity event, but you're not about to throw a fit about it. Joel is wearing a sleek black suit, and you're matching with a long black dress. It's a low-cut backless dress, and a sparkly necklace your stylist picked out rests against your sternum. Joel taps your hand, and you look at him.

"You okay?" He asks. He looks worried as he steps between you and the wall of photographers waiting for you to stand and pose perfectly for their photos. "You've been quiet the past few days."

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just tired. I think I'm still recovering from that last week of filming."

"Are you sure you're not gettin' sick?" He asks, raising his other hand to your cheeks like he's checking your temperature. You smile half-heartedly and swat his hand away.

"I'm sure," you say. He tries to say more, but someone with a clipboard gets your attention and asks if you're ready. You nod and step onto the carpet, holding Joel's hand. The press erupts into a cloud of noise, startling you and making Joel laugh. You slap his chest and plaster on your rehearsed smile. You do your best to look where all the photographers are yelling at you to look and try different poses so they can get what they need. Everyone has to make a living, you suppose. You just wish their salary wasn't at the expense of your privacy.

You get halfway down the carpet, taking pictures as a couple and some solo shots, before one of the photographers yells a new command. "Can we get a kiss?" He shouts. You pretend not to hear him and show off how the dress dips down your back, hugging you in all the right places. Still, the photographer is demanding a kiss, and now others have joined in too. It feels very "dance, monkey, dance," but you do your best to grit your teeth and smile. You catch Joel staring at you when you turn. It could be the flashing bulbs of cameras or how he's looking at you, but his eyes are sparkling, and the creases in the corners make you melt just a little.

You hold out your hand for him to join you, which he happily obliges, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close enough for him to kiss your temple. "You alright?" He asks against your skin as you rest a hand on his chest and look up at him. You nod and glance between his eyes and his lips. The chorus of people practically begging for a picture of you two kissing is growing, and you raise your eyebrows at him.

"You gonna keep them waiting, or are you gonna kiss me?" You ask, the playful lilt reserved for him returning to your voice. He gives you a look and smirks before leaning down a pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. Everyone ooh's and aw's at you two, but you only care about how fast his heartbeat is against your palm. You want to blame it on the anxiety of walking the carpet and having people scream at you to do whatever they want. No, you have to blame it on that. There's no other option.

When you finally get inside, Joel gets you a glass of wine and a mixed drink for himself. The event is sweet and goes by quickly as you listen to people talk about something they're so passionate about. You decide to donate some money under an anonymous name once you are all excused to the reception, where there's food, more alcohol, and dancing. Joel leaves your side to catch up with some musician buddies, kissing your cheek before disappearing into the crowd.

You nurse your wine as people you've never met start conversations with you. They're all polite and ask about your newest project, how LA's been treating you, and what's up next for you. You can't reveal much due to the NDA you signed at the beginning of shooting, but you tell them how excited you are for them to be able to see it and admit you've got some auditions lined up in the coming weeks. You've probably given the same answers to a handful of different people when you realize you're out of wine and Joel is still missing. You scan the room for him, but you can't find him. That's fine, you think. It's not like he's obligated to stick to my side at all times. He can have his own life.

You sigh as you belly up to the bar and order another glass of wine. You almost make it a double when someone taps your arm, making you turn. "I don't mean to interrupt, but you look exquisite tonight. I just thought you should know," ultra-famous producer Richard Pike tells you. You blink at him, your brain struggling to catch up with the fact that one of the men who's made the most award-winning films in the past twenty years just noticed you. "I know everyone has probably told you that tonight, but-"

"Oh, no. Thank you. I'm sorry. I was just a little starstruck right then," you apologize before holding your hand out to introduce yourself. He takes your hand and kisses the top of it. It's very dramatic, but this is Hollywood we're talking about. Your glass of wine arrives, and he pays the bartender before you can even reach for your purse.

"Women as gorgeous as you should never have to pay for a drink. Ever." He says, and you laugh.

"I mean, I won't argue with you on that," you say, taking your glass in your hand to clink it against his glass of scotch. "Thank you, Mr. Pike."

"Please, call me Richard," he insists. "You just finished another movie, didn't you? You're a very busy girl."

"Yes, sir. I'm already looking for new projects to audition for."

"Oh, I remember when I had actors audition. See, that was before I started writing roles for specific actors. Some people call that crude or playing favorites, but it hasn't failed me yet."

"No, sir, it hasn't."

"So formal! Yes, sir! No, sir! Are you like this with everyone?" He asks as he takes a big swig of his drink.

"Just people who can cast me," you say. You're partially joking, but it's enough for him. He laughs, and his hand lands perfectly on your exposed back as he cackles loudly. You force yourself to laugh along with him and suddenly get that sinking feeling in your chest. Everybody seems to strategically look away from you two at the bar, and you want to be anywhere but here.

"You know, I've seen a few of your movies," he says, getting close to your face like he's telling you a secret. "I think you've got a lot of potential. With just a little coaching and one great role," his hand dips lower down your back, and you freeze. Ice water runs through your veins, and everything is screaming at you to run away, but your heels stay planted against the expensive hardwood. "We'll make an Oscar winner of you yet."

"Excuse me," a familiar drawl says behind you. You both turn and make eye contact with Joel. "May I steal my girlfriend for a dance? I promised her one on the way over." He asks, but he's already wrapping an arm around your waist, ready to pull you away. The hand on your back disappears and claps Joel on the shoulder.

"Of course! You take good care of this one!"

"Yes, sir," Joel says as he pulls you to the dance floor. Your heart is still beating in your throat, and you feel like you could cry, but Joel's looking at you with such kindness. You find safety in him as you wrap your arms around his neck and slowly sway with him, the soft material of his dress shirt calming you down. He waits until Pike is out of earshot to lean down to talk in your ear. "Now, I know you don't need me savin' you like that. Are you sure you're okay?"

"He's one of the biggest producers in Hollywood. He could tank my career in a single email. You want to be the one to yell at him?" You ask. "If I said or did something, he would've doubled down, but he respects you more. He backed off because, in his mind, I belong to you."

"How do you know?"

"I've dealt with people like him before. They're all the same old men who think they can offer you a legacy on a silver platter if you fuck them. I've gotten enough advice from other actors to know how to handle them. Let them get touchy but find an out before it can go too far. Stroke their egos so they feel good about themselves. Basically, do whatever to keep you and your career safe."

"I thought stuff like that didn't happen anymore."

"You and everyone else in the world. Things don't just magically change because one guy goes to jail." You sigh.

"I'm sorry," he says, and you shake your head.

"It's fine."

"No, it's not. You shouldn't have to deal with that."

"It was one of the first things people told me when I started. They said it was something I might just have to… endure but that the weight would get easier to carry. One actress even told me that it was the price we have to pay because everyone wants to be us," you chuckle. He doesn't interrupt you; he just stares at you with apologetic eyes like he would take this burden from you if he could. You almost believe him. "I don't think that's true. I think most people would hand this lifestyle in the second it got too real."

"What would you do if you weren't an actor?" He asks, and you shrug.

"I always thought about being a teacher. Sure, the pay is shit, and the work is thankless, but kids are our future, you know? There's something really special about shaping young minds."

"Sounds nice."

"What about you? What would you do if you weren't doing this?"

"Probably something with my hands. I worked as a mechanic for a while, and I really liked that. I liked how it was a big puzzle that needed to get sorted out and fixed up."

"Why'd you stop?" You ask.

"I needed to grow up. My dad owned a contracting company, so I worked with him until I saved up enough to record my first album. And that was that."

"It's crazy how we fought so hard to get to where we are, and now that we're here, it's..." You trail off, trying to figure out what you want to say.

"Terrifying?" He suggests, and you nod. "Yeah, I'm terrified every second of every day."

"You don't act like it."

"I don't act like a lot of things that I should," he says. He stares at you so intently that the rest of the world fades away. You don't hear the song die down or the applause erupt around you as the band takes a bow. You can feel his heartbeat against your chest. You know how crazed it is. He wets his lips before stepping back and trailing his eyes down your dress and back up to your face like he's taking you in for the first time. "You really do look beautiful tonight." You swallow around the lump in your throat and smooth your hands down your dress, suddenly self-conscious.

"Thank you." You mumble.

Pictures of you two kissing on the carpet and dancing inside are circulating online before you even leave the event. You wake up to a huge batch of texts— one from your mom, two from Joel, six from Ryan, and one from Melanie about your trip to New York that you barely read. You would've stayed in bed wallowing in your own bad luck if there wasn't a sharp knock on your door. You groan the whole way down the stairs like it will help you greet whoever has decided to show up at your house at eight in the morning, but nobody's there when you open the door.

Instead, a bouquet of flowers in a lovely vase sits on your mat with a note sticking out. You glance down your street and barely catch a delivery truck turning down the block. You carefully take the flowers into your kitchen before plucking the note between the petals.

Pretty flowers for a pretty girl - JM

(PS bought these of my own volition)

"Goddammit," you mutter under your breath as you think about his lips on yours, his soft shirt, and his stupid fucking, "I don't act like a lot of things I should."

#one for the money two for the show #the last of us #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller fic #joel tlou #the last of us x reader #joel miller the last of us #joel miller au #tlou au #the last of us au #rockstar!joel miller #rockstar!au #joel miller x female reader #joel miller fluff #joel miller angst #I promise Sarah and Ellie are going to make an appearance soon 🫶

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