#but we did some nice flat work and even had a bit of a jump and a play in the water! it was a good ride just unfortunate lol

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26.11.2023

The long awaited first pony club rally with Ed!

Was all going brilliantly until I fell off 😂

#he picked the LEAST spooky jump to spook at and spun me right round baby right round 🤪 #but we did some nice flat work and even had a bit of a jump and a play in the water! it was a good ride just unfortunate lol #horseblr #horsblr #equiblr #equine #equestrian #horses #horses of tumblr #standardbred #standardbred pacer #gaited horse #retired racehorse #ex racehorse #pony club #my ponies

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𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝘾𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙋𝙖𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙋𝙚𝙣𝙨 (𝙒𝙖𝙞𝙩 𝙐𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙡 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙇𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙈𝙚 𝘼𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣) / Part One

❣︎ 𝗦𝘁𝗲𝘃𝗲 𝗛𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘁𝗼𝗻 𝘅 𝗙𝗲𝗺!𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

❣︎ Steve remembers the exact moment he ruined everything. He remembers when those blinds closed for the last time, and he lost you for good. But, it’s been a year since then, and Steve is determined to make you fall in love with him again.

❣︎ wc: 16.4k

❣︎ notes: 𝙚𝙭𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨, 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚, 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙚!𝙖𝙪, jason carver gets handsy with reader but nothing happens, some cussing

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September, 1979

You’d met Steve Harrington a week before your first day of seventh grade. You’d just moved to Hawkins from some small town in Pennsylvania - apparently your parents were big on the small town life - and you had been terrified.

You’d spent your entire life with the same group of kids and the same friends. You didn’t want to leave them, but you didn’t have any choice. And to a thirteen-year-old you, it felt like your parents were stabbing you in the back.

You still remember the tears that rolled down your cheeks as you helped your parents move the boxes holding your childhood items out of the U-Haul and into your brand new bedroom. Your mom did her best to cheer you up, “Look,” She spoke softly, tugging you into her side, “It’s so much bigger than your old room. Isn’t that nice?”

You just cried harder.

It was true, your dads new job in Hawkins was rolling in money like your family had never seen before, but you didn’t care about those kinds of things, you never had. You cared about the people and the memories you had to leave behind.

But, of course, none of that mattered at this point. You’d left. You still had your friends' numbers memorized, but how long would it be before it faded from your mind, and your number faded from theirs? The thought made you nauseous.

You spent that first night sniffling, surrounded by scattered cardboard boxes and various items. You didn’t even have your bed frame yet, the U-Haul had gotten delayed for whatever reason, so you were stuck with a mattress laid onto the dusty hardwood floor.

But, like there is with almost everything, there was a silver lining. Your books.

To most people, books are just that. Books. They’re boring, expensive, and seen as a way to waste time and nothing else. They don’t see them for what they really are.

To you (and your friends back home), a book was an escape. It was the perfect way to spend your time and the perfect hobby, and right now, it was the only thing keeping you from breaking down.

Your current book was about four sisters who all were navigating through different paths in life, and all finding different ways to deal with the world around them. It was a classic, and you saw a bit of yourself in all of the sisters. (The painter a little more than the others in all honesty.)

It was simple yet complex in all the right places and definitely one of your favorite books this year. You continue to read it through glassy eyes, doing your best to keep your mind off of your current situation, when suddenly there’s a bang at your window.

You jump up, arms instinctively hugging the open book to your chest. There was another one, and then another, and then another, before you finally swallow harshly and work up the courage to approach the glass. You placed your book gently onto the hardwood next to you, the spine up as it laid flat, and softly padded towards the noise.

Goosebumps rose onto your skin as you did, your short clad legs attempting to get used to the cold air around you now that you’d left the safety of your blankets.

At first, you couldn’t make anything out except for the house next to you and the starry night sky, but then you saw the cause of the noise. A rock. Someone was throwing rocks at your window.

You furrowed your brows and looked towards the ground, and low-and-behold some boy was standing outside your window. He had dark brown hair, wore a green sweatshirt with what you’re assuming is a school logo on it, and gray shorts.

Hesitantly, you unlocked your window and hauled it up, but not before another rock hurled its way straight at your neck. It hit you smack in the middle of your throat, causing you to choke for a moment and grab at the area. “Ow!”

The boy winced and immediately dropped the rest of the rocks in his hand, (why did he have so many rocks? At least ten fell out of his hand!) “Sorry!” He yelled out.

You glared at him, hand rubbing soothingly at your now sore throat, “Who are you?”

“Uh, Steve - Steve Harrington. I live next door.” He pointed at the house next to you, “You see that window?” He gestured to the one directly across from your own, “That’s my room.”

You nodded, eyes narrowing into thin slits, “Alright, Steve. If your room is right across from mine, why didn’t you just stay up there instead of going through the trouble of pelting rocks at me?”

Steve stills for a moment, and you can physically see the gears turning in his head. “Um,” He stumbles for a moment, “Give me one second.” You can hear him practically sprinting back into his house, his sandals smacking against the ground as he goes, and you can’t help but snicker.

You’d be lying if you said that you didn’t find the twenty seconds you’d spent with the boy so far to be the most enjoyable of this whole week, but it had. It was almost strange to you - to be talking to a boy. All of your friends back home had been girls, and you mostly stayed away from the boys. To you, they felt like unknown territory. What did they like to talk about? What did they like to do for fun? Did they have any interest in a girl like you? Would they ever have any interest in a girl like you?

All of your friends had had a boy like them at some point in time, some of them had already had boyfriends! But not you. No, never you.

Boys didn’t look at you. Steve was the first to ever even show any interest in you at all. It made your stomach flutter.

Soon enough, the light across from you flicks on and you watch curiously as Steve stumbles across piles of clothes and other knick-knacks to reach you. He struggles with the window for a second, before it suddenly pops open with a slight screech.

“Hey,” He smiled, breaths coming out a bit heavy.

Your lips twitched upwards at the corners, “Welcome back.” You teased.

Steve slapped his arms at his sides and let his head dip to the side, his eyes rolling a bit as he did, “I’m sure you missed me.”

You furrowed your brows, “You were gone for, like, five seconds. And I don’t even know you. Why would I miss someone I don’t know?”

“Uh, because I'm super buff and attractive?”

A snort slipped from you at that comment, “Yeah, okay. Keep telling’ yourself that.”

“I will.”

There’s a short pause between the two of you, and you nibble on your bottom lip. You’d never been able to banter so easily with many other people before. It made you excited.

“Soooo, where are you from?” Steve asks, effectively breaking the silence.

You sighed and leaned your elbows against the sill, your chin falling atop your hands, “Pennsylvania.” You answered dryly.

Steve nodded and copied your actions so that you were face to face, “I’ve never been there. I mean, my dad has for his work, but I never have personally.” He rambles.

You click your tongue, “That’s cool.”

Steve nods slowly, “Why’d you guys move?”

“Are you interrogating me?”

“You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.”

You quickly shake your head, “No, I do. I just wasn’t expecting so many questions,” you chuckled, nervously tucking a stray piece if hair behind your ear, “Um, my dad got a new job here. Some bank job or something, I’m not really sure.”

Steve perked up, “My dad works at the bank too! Maybe they work together.”

You shrugged, “Maybe.”

Steve licked his lips and glanced down at the ground below you. The both of you were only on the second story, but the grass felt so much farther away then it really was. “You don’t seem very excited about it.”

You bit your lip, eyes darting across his tanned skin. The summer had done wonders on him, but you were sure the upcoming school year would fade it away. “Because I’m not.”

“Why?”

You gave him a look, “Would you wanna move away from all your friends?”

Steve paused to think for a moment. To him, leaving Tommy and Carol wouldn’t be the worst idea in the world. He could start over and ditch the reputation he’d built, but he knew that wasn’t the answer you were looking for, so instead he said, “No, I guess not.”

You gestured with your hand and huffed out a breath, “My point exactly.”

Steve shrugged, “Well, Hawkins isn’t all bad. It’s not like there’s monsters hiding out around here or something.” He joked.

You could help but laugh along with him. There was something about the way he always had something positive to say to make you feel better, or maybe that was just how you were observing him in the last ten minutes. “You’re funny, you know that?”

Steve scoffed out a laugh, standing back and crossing his arms over his chest in an attempt to look nonchalant, “Duh, of course I know that.”

You snickered, “Don't let it get to your head.”

“Too late. I can already feel my skull growing to accommodate.”

Your body shook as you laughed, moving your face under your hands to hide yourself. Steve mentally fist pumped at making you laugh like that, and he prayed he’d hear it again, and soon.

Once your laughter died down and all was left was silence, Steve asked, “Are you going to Hawkins Middle for school? Or did your parents enroll you in that Catholic place down the street?”

You shrugged, “Well, I’ve never heard of the Catholic place down the street, so I’m gonna say Hawkins Middle.”

Steve grinned, “Great! I go there, too. You can totally sit with me at lunch and stuff.”

“I’d be grateful to be allowed in your presence.” You tease, pretending to bow your head.

Steve just smirked, “I’d expect nothing less.”

You and Steve spent practically all night talking. He’d gone down to his kitchen at some point for a snack and came back upstairs with two bowls of chips. After many failed attempts, some including one of you nearly falling to your death, you were able to grab the chip bowl meant for you.

Once both of you were full and content, it was already nearing midnight. If your parents saw you up and talking to Steve, you’d be in so much trouble.

“I think I’d better head to bed.” You mumbled, a sad smile on your face.

Steve nodded and wiped his palms on his pants, “Yeah, me too.”

You didn’t want this to be a one time thing in all honesty. You really, really enjoyed talking to Steve, and you hoped he really, really enjoyed talking to you as well.

You opened your mouth to tell him so, but decided against it, so all that fell from your lips was a simple, “Goodnight, Steve.”

He gave you a sappy smile, “Goodnight…” His eyebrows furrowed and he blinked excessively, “Wait, you never told me your name.”

He was right. You hadn’t realized it, but you never thought to tell Steve your name.

“It’s Y/N.”

Steve just chuckled and placed his hands above his head onto the window, “Goodnight, Y/N.”

❣︎

That following week had been filled with late night conversations between you and Steve. They’d always start the same - you’d be laying in your bed reading a book (you’d gotten your bed frame finally), Steve would throw something at your window, and then you’d talk and share a bowl of chips.

In all honesty, this tradition had become your rock. It felt like the one thing that was really yours in this new town.

That last night before the first day of school, Steve had seemed troubled, his brows crinkled and he wasn’t talking as much as he normally did.

“Whats wrong?” You asked hesitantly. You weren’t sure if you and Steve were at the point in your relationship where you could be open with each other. In all honesty, you were expecting him to say something like oh, i’m fine or nothing, why? But he didn’t, instead he said, “I’m worried about tomorrow.”

You furrowed your brows. Steve had been practically shouting from the rooftops how excited he was for you to meet all of his friends just two days before. “Why?” You asked, “I thought you were excited?”

Steve bit his lip, “I was.” He sighed, “But I went to this pool party at a friends house today and it just.. it reminded me of some stuff I’d forgotten about.” Well, that explained his fresh tan.

You weren’t sure how to reply to him. You didn’t want to push him or make him feel pressured to say anything, but you were also curious. “Was it.. was it bad?”

Steve sighed and ran a hand through his hair, “Honestly? Um, kind of.” He groaned, eyes shut as he tried to find the words, “Tommy and Carol… they’re not the best people. And I know that I shouldn’t be friends with them but,” he paused and rubbed the bridge of his nose. You wanted to reach out and comfort him. “I feel like I owe them, you know? I was a real lonely kid and they were the first people who ever made an attempt to get to know me, but now…” He trailed off, his forehead hitting the windowsill as he dipped his head.

You bit your lip, unsure of what to say. You didn’t know Tommy or Carol, the only things you knew about them were what Steve had said, which were only good things.

You crossed your knees, left heel popped as you nibbled on your lower lip in thought. If Steve really felt this bad about whatever they were doing, then the right thing would be to distance from them, but you didn’t know his situation. To Steve, he felt as if he owed them something, even though friendship isn’t something that should have to be repaid.

You sucked in a breath, socked feet tapping rapidly at the hardwood below you, “It’s okay to grow out of friendships, you know?” You mumbled. “It’s happened to me, and we both parted ways happily without some big, dramatic fallout. If you really feel that way about them, maybe it’s time you do the same.”

Steve was silent for a few moments, and you couldn’t help but feel badly for him. “Thanks Y/N, but…” He took a deep breath and shook his head lightly, “I just don’t think that’s something I can do. I’ll see you tomorrow, alright?”

You were a little shocked when he ended the conversation so suddenly, and were worried you’d said something to bother him. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

He chuckled softly, messy brown hair falling over his eyes, “Don't worry, It’s not you. But I've really gotta get to bed, okay?”

Unconvinced, you just nod. “Alright… I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Steve crashes into his bed with a muffled groan, pink lips pulled down into a frown. In all of reality, he’d gone to this party and boasted to everyone about his new neighbor. And instead of being happy and excited to have a new person in the group, Tommy and Carol had grimaced at the thought.

“What’s her name again?” She asked, legs crossed as she sat on the purple lawn chair.

“Y/N.”

Tommy snickered and leaned over to whisper something in Carol's ear, and she got that knowing smirk on her face. The one that practically dripped venom. “Oh, you little friend can totally hang out with us.” She said, tone heavy with sarcasm, “She seems just peachy!”

Steve’s stomach immediately twisted, his intuition practically screaming at him to realize it’s a setup, and to do everything in his power to keep you away from it.

“Come on, guys,” He grumbled, wiping a hand over his face as water dripped from his hair onto the concrete below him, “will you please just be nice?”

Carol crossed her arms over her chest and pursed her lips, “What makes you think we’re not gonna be nice to her, Stevie?”

His nose scrunched at the nickname, anytime Carol called him that he knew he’d struck a nerve. “I’m not trying to say you won’t be, it’s just… I really like her and I don’t want her to stop talking to me if you guys do something.”

Carol snorted, her red hair falling over her shoulder as she did, “You like her? You don’t even know her!”

Steve’s cheeks flush a bright pink as he sinks further into his chair. Yes, it was true that he’d grown the tiniest crush on you during your late night talks, but he couldn’t help it! You were so kind and soft-spoken, and you always knew how to make him laugh. And the fact that you were one of the prettiest girls he’d ever seen was just the icing on the cake. How could he not fall the smallest bit in love with you?

That next morning you’d been practically shaking in the car. Your mom assured you over and over that it’d be a good day and you’d make lots of new friends, but it wasn’t that you were nervous about.

Sure, school without friends sucked but you could live just fine without them. No, you were worried about Steve. He’d been worried about something his friends had said, and you had a sinking feeling it had something to do with you.

As soon as you stepped foot onto campus you were immediately looking for Steve. You’d seen him leave his house a couple minutes before you did, so you assumed he was already here, you just weren’t sure where.

You swallowed as you walked through the crowded halls. There were groups of girls reuniting after summer vacations spent in Europe, guys with tan skin and even brighter eyes, but no Steve.

You get through your whole first period class with zero sign of the brunette boy, and it’s not until you’re halfway to your second do you catch a glimpse of him. His back is turned to you, but you could recognize that laugh anywhere.

Shyly, you walk up to him. You can see he’s with a freckled boy and red headed girl, who you assume are his friends, Tommy and Carol.

Carol notices you first, and she eyes you up and down with precision. She smacks on her gum before she nudges Tommy and gestures her head in your direction.

The both of them stare at you for so long that by the time you even make it to Steve’s side he’s already turning to face you.

Surprise flashes on his face, but it’s soon replaced with happiness, and then something you can’t quite read. The smile on his face is strained as he says, “Y/N! Hey!”

You give him a small wave back, nerves crawling up your spine at the hungry look Carols giving you. Like you’re her next meal.

“Oh my gosh!” She practically squeals, grabbing your arm and forcing you closer to her. You nearly stumble to the ground from the force but Steve grabs your shoulder and steadies you. “Steve told us so much about you!” She leered, well manicured hands hugging you close to her body.

You pushed away from her gently, uncomfortable with all of the attention, “Oh. That’s nice.” You glance at Steve to try and get a read from him, but his face is blank. He meets your gaze apologetically and crosses his arms over his chest, “Leave her alone, Carol.” He mutters.

Tommy flashes his teeth with a hateful grin, “Oh, come on,” He snickers, “we just wanna know your girlfriend better.”

“She’s not my girlfriend!” Steve defends, eyebrows furrowed in frustration.

Carol rolls her eyes at him and then turns her attention back to you, “Look, why don’t you eat lunch with us today, hm?” She asks, batting her lashes.

Your eyes dart to Steve. You don’t want to invade his space (even though he’d said you could eat lunch with him days ago), and you can tell he’s clearly uncomfortable with the way Tommy and Carol are acting, so you attempt to say, “Oh, I don’t think-”

Carol cuts you off, “We’ll see you there, okay?” She draws out the syllables in the okay, linking her arm with Tommy’s and then walking away without allowing you to answer.

You and Steve watch them go, and you begin to bite your nails, a nervous habit you’d been trying to break. “I didn’t mean to-” You begin, hoping Steve isn’t too angry with you including yourself like this, but he just shakes his head with a sigh. “It’s.. fine. It’s not like Carol gave you much choice.” He attempts to joke, and you let out an awkward laugh.

Steve eyes you, clearly unsure of how to release the tension surrounding the both of you, but the late bell does it for you.

You barely bid him a short goodbye before you’re reaching for the map in your back pocket and leaving Steve behind to stand awkwardly in the hallway alone.

He watches you leave, stomach flipping at whatever he knows Carol must have planned for lunch.

Unlike Tommy, Carol was calculated. Tommy would be mean on the spot, he didn’t really plan out any of the things he did, they more so just happened. But Carol, she’d plan them for weeks.

Once, she’d pretended to be friends with Jacey Collins for nearly the entire fifth grade year just so she could embarrass her at her birthday party. Steve doesn’t know what Carol did, but whatever it was, it was bad enough to make Jacey move schools.

So, yeah, he was a little nervous for lunch.

He was even more nervous every time he’d catch Tommy and Carol giggling with each other, both refusing to tell Steve what the hell they were talking about, and instead promising he’d find out soon enough.

By fourth period, their last period before lunch, Steve had had enough. Carol was whispering something in Tommy’s ear, casually glancing at Steve as she did. Finally fed up, steve smacked his hand on the desk and said, “Carol, whatever you're planning, just quit it, okay? Y/N’s a nice girl, and she doesn’t deserve whatever twisted joke you and numb nuts are planning.” He smacked Tommy upside the head, causing the boy to rub at the spot gently.

Carol glowered, her eyes thin slants, “If you really have that much of an issue with it, why don’t you go sit with your little girlfriend in the bathroom or something. I’m sure she’d love that.” She giggled with a suggestive wiggle of her brows.

Tommy cackled, “I could totally see her and Steve getting it on in the bathroom.”

Steve scrunched his nose, “Gross, man!” He shoved Tommy in his chair, and then focused his attention back onto Carol, “This is the only time I’ve ever asked you to do basically anything for me. So please, just this once, can you just be nice?”

Carols lips thinned into a line as she swung her feet back in forth in her chair, back resting against the plastic seat. “If I leave your little,” she pretended to gag, “girlfriend alone, what’re you gonna do for me?”

Steve should’ve known that Carol Perkins does not do anything for anyone unless there’s something in it for her. He shrugged, “Anything you want.”

A cheshire grin immediately spread onto her glossy lips, “Anything?”

“Yep,” Steve huffed with annoyance, “anything.”

She shared a look with Tommy, the both of them almost looked to be communicating with just their eyes. “Okay,” She suddenly slapped her palms onto her lap, “We want full 24/7 access to your pool for the rest of the summer.”

Steve immediately groaned and ran a hand through his hair. He couldn’t use the excuse that his parents would get mad at him because his parents were never home anyway and they knew that. That’s why she asked him, because she knew they could get away with practically anything there.

He’s tempted to say no, to refuse and let Carol have her way with you, but then he thinks about the soft smile you get on your face everytime he opens his window, and he knows there’s no way he could do that to you.

“Fine.”

“Really?”

“Mhm.” He already knows this is a bad idea, but he reminds himself who he’s doing it for. “The pool is completely yours.”

Carol squeals happily, immediately turning to Tommy to discuss what Steve assumes are the things they’ll do together, but he drowns them out.

All he knows is that you won’t have to be subjected to Carol’s cruelty, and that makes the whole thing worth it.

But, he should’ve known Carol would find a loophole.

By the time lunch came the knot that had formed in Steve’s stomach had disappeared, and he was actually excited to see you.

Tommy spotted you first, a yellow tray in your hand as your eyes darted across the room. “God, she looks like a puppy.” He snickered in Steve’s ear.

Steve shook him off, muttering a quiet shut up under his breath as he made himself known to you.

“Y/N! Hey.” You’d never looked so relieved to see him as you do now, your furrowed brows immediately relaxing. “Hi.” you murmured.

“Uh, I’ll take you to our table.”

You gazed down to his empty hands, “Aren’t you gonna get lunch?”

Steve couldn’t help but laugh at your words, “Oh, no. We never eat lunch here.” He gestured with his head to the rest of his friends, who were already sitting and were also without lunch.

Your gaze dropped down to your own tray, and you suddenly felt insecure. At your old school, you and your friends always ate lunch, you didn’t even know it was a thing not to. “Should I…” You trailed off, gesturing to the trash can. Steve immediately shook his head, “Oh, no! I mean if you’re hungry then you should eat.”

You nodded and squared your shoulders. Steve was right, no one was gonna care if you were eating lunch or not. It was just your insecurities speaking.

You gave him a genuine smile and let him lead you to the table, you sat next to him obviously, on the outside of everyone else.

Carol flashed a grin at you, “I’m so happy you decided to come! For a second there we thought you might run off to the bathrooms with the freaks!” She giggled. The comment made your stomach churn, but you were sure it was just some harmless joke, right? You forced a laugh, “Oh, no. I was just confused in the whole lunch situation.” You said, pointing to the empty spaces around them.

Carol hummed, pretending to be intrigued, “Oh, we never eat lunch here. It makes you gain, like, twenty pounds in just a day!” All of Carol's friends giggled, and that nervous feeling in your stomach suddenly came back tenfold.

“Oh,” You swallowed, “I didn’t know that..”

“Of course you didn’t, silly!” She eyed you up and down, “Actually, do you want me to throw that away for you? It’s probably a good thing you don’t eat that you wouldn’t want to..” She trailed off with a wince.

Tommy let out a loud laugh, “Yeah, no offense, but how often did you eat your other schools lunch? It kind of shows.”

“Tommy!” Steve shouted suddenly, “What the hell is wrong with you?”

To you, your body had never really been an insecurity for you. But Carol and Tommy’s comments suddenly have you folding your arms over your stomach in an attempt to hide.

Tommy pursues his lips, “It’s just the truth!”

Steve just scoffed and stood roughly from his spot, “Come on, Y/N.” You immediately followed him, doing your best to avoid Carol's smirk as she watched you walk away.

Steve led you into the empty hallway, hands clenched at his sides in anger. “God, I am so sorry. I should’ve known they’d say some dumb shit like that-”

“Hey, hey,” You shushed him, “It’s fine. You didn’t know. We did the right thing by leaving.”

The guilt still didn’t leave Steve though, because deep down he did know something was going to happen. He knew Carol wouldn’t stop just because Steve offered her something. And the thing about her was she was so subtle about it that it seems like she doesn’t know what she’s saying is mean, when in all actuality, she does.

“No, still, I shouldn’t have let you sit there.”

You sighed, “Look, maybe I just..” You swallowed, “Why don’t we just keep our friendship out of school, okay? I’ll find some friends on my own.”

Steve’s lips parted slightly, eyebrows crinkling together in confusion, “So I'm just supposed to ignore you?”

You shook your head, a smile tugging at your lips, “I’m not saying that. We just won’t go out of our way to see each other.”

Steve sucked in a breath. Doing that made it seem like he was ashamed to be friends with you, which was honestly anything from the truth. If anything, he was ashamed to be friends with them.

“I don’t want you to think…”

“I won’t think anything,” You reassured, “This was my idea anyway. And besides, this way we can keep everything more private.”

Steve took a breath and let himself soak in the information. You would still be friends, just not at school. Easy.

“Okay,” He said, “I’ll see you tonight then.”

June, 1986

Present Day

Getting a summer job at the bookstore was honestly one of the best things you think you could’ve done. After graduation, and the unfortunate mall fire at Starcourt which destroyed your job at The Gap, you’d been out of work and living with your parents.

For most people, nineteen is a normal age to be living with your parents, especially when you’re putting yourself through school like you are because you’re parents refuse to pay because you chose a local college instead of the prestigious one they’d picked out for you across the country.

Your parents were disappointed with your choices and you knew that, but you couldn’t bear the thought of leaving just yet. There were so many relationships you weren’t ready to end and so many things left unsaid with.. certain people.

Like Robin for example. You’d both met a couple weeks after your seventh grade year started. She was a year younger than you were, but she was still the closest friend you had outside of, well, yeah. Steve.

Yours and Steve’s relationship had grown much more complex as the years went on, and long story short, you didn’t talk to him anymore. It hurt too much to do so.

But, Bookish was almost like an escape for you. Most of the people that came in were either kids with their mothers, usually just beginning to fall in love with books just as you did, or they were elderly people who'd fallen in love with it way before you’d even been born.

Robin working there with you only made it better. She used to work at Scoops Ahoy in the mall, along with he-who-shall-not-be-named, but once it burned down she’d been left without a job just as you had.

She’d been over at your house during spring break, the both of you watching Footloose. You on your back, head hanging off of the edge of your bed. Robin rested her back against the headboard, shoveling another handful of popcorn into her mouth. “You know,” Her words came out muffled, so she paused to let herself chew the rest of her food. “That new bookshop or whatever opened a couple weeks ago. Maybe we should apply there.”

You readjusted so you were leaning back into your elbows, a slight raise of your brow. “Bookish? I just went there the other day.”

Robin nodded and popped another piece of popcorn in her mouth, “Did you see if they were hiring?”

You scrunch your nose, trying to remember. During your visit, you’d been too preoccupied trying to find the best book to purchase and hadn’t really looked. “I have no idea. But, if they're new, they probably have to be.”

Robin agrees with you with a nod of her head, and the both of you decide to finish out the movie and then drive down. Robin unfortunately doesn’t have a license, so that meant you were basically forced to drive her everywhere. Well, either you or Steve.

Robin used to hate Steve, even while you were friends with him. She was one of the only people who was aware of your friendship and what it had turned into, and she constantly reprimanded you for getting involved with a guy like that.

But, once they started working together at Starcourt, her view completely changed, but by that time you and Steve were already avoiding each other like the plague.

You glanced at the window, wondering if maybe Steve was on the other side. You hadn’t opened that window or even the blinds for over a year, too afraid of what you might end up seeing.

“Hey, you ready?” Robin asks, throwing her jacket on and leaning against your doorframe. You swallow, eyes lingering on the blinds before you turn to her with a smile. “Let’s go.”

And that was that. You’d both gotten hired nearly on the spot by the sweet old lady who ran the store.

Bookish was one of those places that made you feel like you were entering a different time. The floor was dark oak wood and the walls were linen, and it was lined with rows and rows of books. Some were neatly displayed while others just stacked messily.

It was June in Indiana, which meant all the electric fans were going and the AC was cranked as high as it could go, but the warmth still seeped into the building.

“It’s so hot!” Robin groaned, leaning over the counter dramatically, “I’m gonna melt.”

You snorted as you continued to organize the books in the fiction section, “It’s not that bad.”

Robin smacked her lips, “You say that now, and then you’ll turn and see i’ve become a puddle on the floor.”

You placed a hand on your heart in false sympathy, eyes closing as you imagined the situation, “That would be so, so completely horrible.” You sniffled, pretending to be sympathetic, then whipped your head to her with a teasing glint in your eye, “But maybe I'd finally be able to get some work done without that constant whining in my ear!”

She scoffed, pretending to be offended. “This is not whining! It’s complaining. There’s a difference.”

You grinned and pushed the cart holding the books back behind the counter, “Doesn’t seem like it to me.”

She just rolls her eyes, slumping back into the counter with her head resting in her hand, “Whatever…” She trails off, eyes wondering across the building, and then she gasps suddenly, “Oh, shit.”

You turn to look at her, eyebrows crinkled, “What's wrong-” She cuts you off by basically pushing you to the wall, her hand covering your eyes.

“What the hell, Robin!” You huff, pushing on her arm in an attempt to release yourself form her hold.

“I am so, so sorry.”

“What are you talking about-” You’re finally able to push her away from you, her arm falling to her side as you blink in an attempt to get used to the lighting again. “Seriously, what is wrong with you?” You question, wiping your hands on your dress.

Robin bites her lip and stares right past you towards the front door, her eyes slightly wide.

You like to think that after so many years of knowing Robin you’ve become an expert on her body language, and right now it was practically screaming one thing. Panic.

Hesitantly, you allow yourself to look towards the front where Robin was staring. Honestly, based off of the look on her face you were expecting a monster or maybe even Tammy Thompson to be standing there, but the reality is much worse.

“What the hell is he doing here?”

Steve Harrington is casually conversing with Mrs. Beck, the old lady who runs the bookstore, like he’s known her for years. He’s got that soft smile on his face he always got when something made him happy, and his hair has grown a little since the last time you saw him. His face looks freshly shaven, and he’s wearing that god-awful bright yellow sweater you’d told him to burn years ago.

“I can explain.” Robin stammers, hands coming up to tug at her shirt the way she always does when she’s nervous.

You scrunch your nose and force yourself to turn away from him. It should’ve been a no-brainer that Steve being here had something to do with her, because you don’t think you’ve ever seen the boy pick up a book willingly his entire life.

You point an accusing finger at her, “What did you do?”

Robin swallows, jaw opening and closing as she tries to find the words to defend herself. Finally, she lets out a loud huff and smacks her hands against her sides, “He needed a job! Keith fired him over at Family Video because he was apparently “stealing all the hot ladies from him”, and I told him to come here without thinking! I promise I immediately regretted it and I tried to talk him out of it but it was like he pulled the application out of thin air!”

You rub your temples in an attempt to calm your budding nerves. You didn’t want to be angry with Robin because she didn’t deserve your anger for offering her friend a job, no matter what your history with said friend is, but you couldn’t help the growing irritation in the pit of your stomach. “Why didn’t you at least tell me? Then I could’ve at least prepared myself!”

Robin stutters over her words, hands gesturing wildly, “Because I knew you’d be mad!”

“I’m not mad!”

“Mad about what?”

You’re almost surprised Steve has the audacity to join the conversation so casually, as if you were still the best of friends who talked every night.

You swallow and squeeze your hands into fists at your sides until your knuckles are a pure shade of white. Robin just stares at him with parted lips, eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Uh,” She swallows, allowing herself to steal a glance at you, who has since paled significantly, “Nothing.”

Steve lets out a huh, his eyes lingering on you, who hasn’t had the courage to turn around and actually look at him, instead leaving him to stare at your back. Steve doesn’t mind though, a little bit of you is more than enough for him.

The three of you are at a stand-still, everyone waiting for one of you to make the first move, for someone to speak, to shout, scream, anything.

But you can’t move because this is the first time you’ve heard his voice in over a year. It's still smooth as butter and music to your ears. It’s the first time you’ve smelt his cologne, pine and oak but still with a hint of the ocean. It’s the first time you’ve been near him, and it hurts.

It hurts because you can’t help but wonder about how different your life would be if Steve hadn’t screwed everything up, if he hadn’t said what he said or did what he did.

The back of your throat begins to ache with an onslaught of tears fighting to be let out, but you swallow them down. You refuse to shed any more tears over him.

“What’re you doing here, Steve?” Even his name hurts to say.

“Robin, uh, she told me Mrs. Beck was hiring and, well, I needed a job..”

You finally whip around and face him, your hair following you as you do and harshly slapping against your face, but you ignore it. “That’s the only reason? I find that a little hard to believe.” You mumble the last part, eyes narrowing as you stare at him. Steve hadn’t realized how much he missed your glare.

“Yeah, it is. Why do you wanna know?” He asks with a suggestive taunt, almost as if he’s daring you to take the bait. You know how his mind works though, so you don’t fall for it.

“I just didn’t know if you finally decided you wanted to learn how to read s’all.”

Steve can’t help the smirk that grows on his face. “I was hoping you’d teach me, actually.”

You scoff, a shiver running up your spine in disgust. Of course he’d say some stupid shit like that, he always knew how to get on your nerves. “In your dreams, Harrington.”

Steve grinned, a snarky remark begging to spill from his lips, but you don’t let him. Instead, you flip him off and nearly jog into the back room, your legs shaking as you go.

Robin can’t help but feel concerned as she watches you leave, seeds of guilt already beginning to grow in her stomach. She furrowed her eyebrows and smacked Steve on the back of the head, causing him to let out a sharp yelp. “What was that for?” He grumbled, hand reaching back to nurse the spot.

“What was that for?” Robin mocked, nostrils flared as she pointed an accusing finger at Steve, “You said you were gonna try and win her back! Newsflash buddy, but making her even more angry than she already is isn’t gonna do that!”

“I know that!” Steve defends, “I know what i’m doing, okay? Just trust me.”

Robin was really beginning to regret this.

❣︎

March, 1981

By the time you and Steve started your freshman year of highschool you’d gotten involved in completely different social circles. Steve stayed with all of his popular friends, and was rapidly climbing the highschool food chain. You on the other hand, well, you were doing the opposite.

You weren’t exactly a weirdo per se, but you definitely weren’t cool enough to be associated with any of the popular kids, and that was completely fine with you.

“Sweetheart, I’m sorry, but there is no universe where Queen is better than The Beatles. It’s just not a thing!”

“You’re just uneducated! Freddy Mercury is a musical genius!” You argue, pelting a potato chip across your window. It nearly hits him, but loses speed and falls to the grass instead.

He chuckles and leans back in his desk chair. You and Steve had both long since decided to just leave your chairs next to your windows, it only made sense since you spent hours talking each night. “I’m not saying he isn’t, but you’re forgetting about Beatlemania. Last I checked, there was never a thing like that for Queen.”

You groan and cross your arms over your chest, eyes flickering to the Queen vinyls on your shelves. “Just admit you’re wrong so we can move on, please.”

Steve is stubborn. He knows that on all levels, The Beatles are better than Queen. But you have that pleading look on your face, the one with the puppy dog eyes. The one Steve has never been able to say no to. He sighs and throws his head back, a lopsided grin on his face as he admits, “Fine, Queen is better.”

You smile gleefully and cross your legs, “Was that so hard?”

No, it wasn’t. If you looked at Steve like that and asked him to move the world, he’d do so without breaking a sweat.

“Yes, actually. It made me nauseous.”

“You’re such a baby.”

You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t spent these last two years falling in love with Steve Harrington. How could you not when he made it so effortless? Honestly, you didn’t even notice it was happening until one day you looked at him and suddenly it was like the stars aligned in front of you.

Sometimes, you’d catch yourself staring at him for too long at school and would have to physically rip yourself away and back to whatever lesson the teacher was babbling about or whatever rant your friend was on. He was just so… distracting. Especially now that he’d joined the swim team and had begun to fill out his clothes.

But, you could never have Steve. There was too much on the line. The most obvious being your friendship, and that was something you just couldn’t risk losing. It meant too much to you. But, sometimes you still let your mind wonder. You’d let yourself dream of kisses on cheeks, of love confessions done under covers and milkshakes shared over dinner.

You’d always have to stop though, because thinking about it for too long just made you sad.

The obvious fact that nobody outside of your family and Robin knew of your friendship with the boy was also a big problem with this fantasy. You knew how Steve’s friends were. If he began dating you secretly and suddenly stopped being interested in typical, well, boy things, it’d bring up questions that Steve couldn’t answer.

So the general consensus here was that Steve Harrington was off limits for the foreseeable future.

“What're you thinking about in that big brain of yours?” He asks softly, pushing a stray strand of hair out of his face.

You swallow, embarrassed to have been caught but also unsure of how to approach the question. “Nothing. Just.. thinking about this project for school.”

“What is it? Maybe I can help.”

You snorted. Steve was a lot of things - beautiful, funny, athletic - but helpful with anything school related? Absolutely not. “I doubt that.”

“No, seriously,” He straightened in his chair a bit, hitting the backrest comfortably, “hit me.”

You chuckled awkwardly, eyes avoidant. In all actuality, there wasn’t any project, it was just an excuse you made up on the spot. But, maybe you could play this in your favor.

“Well, we read this short story about this girl who’s in love with a guy she can never have, and no matter how many solutions she comes up with in her mind he will always be off-limits from her. We’re supposed to come up with a solution for her to show that, like, nothing is impossible, I guess…” You trailed off at the end, rubbing at your arm uncomfortably.

Steve made a strange noise in the back of his throat, crossing his arms over his chest as his eyebrows knitted together. You could practically see the gears turning in his head, and sucked in your bottom lip nervously. Would he know you were lying?

“That’s a weird project.” He mumbles, completely unaware of your wide eyes. “Uh, yeah, it is.” You stammered, the confused look on Steve’s face made you realize how stupid this was, and you immediately go to discard the entire thing, “Just forget it, It was stupid anyway-”

“I’d tell her to just go for it.”

Your mouth goes dry, “What?”

“I mean, what’s the worst that could happen? He says no? And what if that guy really does like her back, what then? She’ll never know if she doesn’t tell him!”

Your stomach practically explodes in nerves, and you're unsure of what to say. Steve’s looking at you expectantly, but all you can focus on is that one short phrase. She’ll never know if she doesn’t tell him.

It was true, but was it really that simple? No - it’s not. The risks are too great, and sure, Steve makes it seem so easy, but it’s not. Nothing is easy when it comes to your feelings for him.

The one thing you were almost certain of was that Steve doesn’t love you like you love him. It was obvious in the constant stares at prettier girls, with fuller figures and whitened smiles. It was obvious in the kisses he’d share with them behind bleachers, hidden away from prying eyes. It was obvious in the way he’d gush to you about his latest crush, of how beautiful they were and how in love he was. And the funny thing? They were always the opposite of you. More outspoken and confident - not afraid to show a little skin. Something you were envious of.

“But.. What if she does know? And she can never tell him because she knows he’ll reject her and then everything between them will never be the same again?”

Steve is a little surprised by your question, and he begins to feel nervous under your piercing gaze. Why were you asking him this? Did you.. did you know? There was no way you did - he always made sure to keep his feelings hidden away anytime he was with you. He’d fight down the blush, push away the longing - all of it. In all honesty, he was starting to question if this was for a project in the first place.

At first, your project had hit a little close to home, but he didn’t let himself overthink it. But now, his mind was practically swarming with uncharted waters he’d always ignored.

But, still, he amuses the question. “Maybe their relationship will change into the way she wants. She can’t assume the guy doesn’t like her just because he doesn’t show it. Maybe it’s there, and he’s just really good at hiding it.”

You no longer enjoyed this conversation. Now it just hurts - because Steve doesn’t even know what he’s doing to you. He’s giving you hope, and that’s a dangerous thing to have. It was something you couldn’t let yourself have.

You needed to get away from this conversation and honestly just let it die out. You needed to breathe in the fresh air, finally let yourself take a full breath instead of this constricted, shallow breathing you were currently experiencing.

“Do you wanna go for a bike ride?”

Steve snorts, shoulders rising and falling as he does. “Now? It’s almost midnight and we have school tomorrow -”

“I’ll go by myself then.” You’re already slipping in your tennis shoes before Steve can even argue, throwing a jacket on to protect yourself from the cold night.

Steve nearly jumps out of his chair, brown eyes amused and a smile tugging on his lips. Usually he was the one forcing you to sneak out with him, so this was a nice change of pace.

He meets you outside, watching as you wheel your light blue bike away from the side of the house and to the driveway.

“Where are we going?” He asks, throwing a leg over his own bike and gazing at the soft smile on your face.

“Anywhere.”

That's how you both find yourselves now, wide smiles on your faces as you ride through the quiet town. You were used to the quietness of Hawkins, but not like it is now. There’s not a soul in sight, the only thing illuminating the road in front of you being the yellow street lights.

Eventually, you find a nice hilltop to stop at, and the both of you practically collapse onto the grass.

You’re panting slightly from the ride, but you don’t even care. All you can focus on is the starry sky, thousands of different constellations making themselves known to you.

Sometimes, you think Steve is like a constellation. Beautiful to look at and widely studied, but untouchable. Only a select few got to go up and be with the stars, and you weren’t one of them.

“It’s beautiful out here,” You whisper, hands intertwining on your stomach comfortably.

Steve gazes at the side of your face from where he lays next to you, hands behind his head. “Yeah,” He breathes, forcing his gaze away from you and to the stars above, “It really is.”

You’re not sure how long you’re out there with him, you just know by the time you get back home you’re exhausted.

You and Steve barely spoke a word to each other that whole time, only occasionally pointing out a star that shined brighter than the others or made a funny shape.

But, as you collapse onto your bed and drift into a dreamless sleep there’s one thing you’re sure of.

You are in love with Steve Harrington, and you think you always will be.

❣︎

June, 1986

You’ve chosen to completely ignore Steve, even when he attempts to talk to you. You’ll simply stick your nose farther into your book and walk away from him.

You’ll give him some grace though, because he never takes your rejection harshly. He simply watches you walk away with a sigh and turns to talk to Robin about something.

Robin watches you turn tail and practically run away from Steve for what feels like the thousandth time this week, and she’s had enough. “Steve.”

He turns to look at her lazily, hip resting against the counter top and arms crossed against his chest. He’d attempted to ask you what you were reading today because he noticed it was different than the one he’d seen you with for the past couple of days, but as soon as you saw him approach you shot him an icy glare and walked to the other side of the store. He could see you now, sitting in the window nook comfortably.

“I’m not sure if you’re noticed, but you’re not really making any progress here.” Robin scolds in a hushed voice. She wants you to be happy, and for the past year you’ve been anything but. She’s had to comfort you through too many crying sessions, had to stay over because you couldn’t be alone way too many times, and had to watch you close those blinds for the last time and never open them again.

Robin remembers how you were before Steve went and messed everything up, and she selfishly wants that back. Don’t get her wrong, she still loves you more than life itself, but she knows what you’re like when you’re happy, and right now this is not it.

Steve crosses his arms over his chest, “I know that, Robin. But she won’t talk to me.”

She scoffs, “Can you blame her? You broke her heart! Personally, I wouldn’t talk to you either after something like that.”

Steve stares at the floor in front of him, shifting his position so his back is leaning against the counter instead of his hip.

Steve hates thinking about how he treated you during your senior year. Actually, he hates to think about how he treated you nearly all of highschool. You didn’t deserve it, and you were an angel for putting up with it. But, sometimes angels get pushed too hard.

He still remembers the tears that stained your cheeks as you begged him to explain himself, remembers the hoarseness in your voice as you screamed at him to leave. But, he thinks the thing that hurt the most was watching you close those blinds for the last time.

That was when he knew it was over. Anytime you’d argued in the past you’d always kept the blinds open, it was almost like a peace offering, like your silent way of telling him you guys would be okay.

“I don’t…” He swallows, “I don’t know how to fix it.”

Robin can’t help but feel sympathetic for him. She understands why you refuse to talk to him, hell, she’d probably do the same thing. But, she also knows Steve and she understands how much he regrets his decisions back then. She knows how heavily he was influenced by the people around him and the constant pressure to be King Steve.

“You need to show her you’ve changed, not just tell her. I could tell you I had a boyfriend but once you saw me kissing a girl you’d know I wasn’t being truthful.”

Steve can’t help the snort that slips from him at her comparison. But, he knows she’s right. What good is it to sit here and preach to you that he’s a changed man if he doesn’t do anything to prove it to you?

You on the other hand couldn’t even focus on your book. You’d reread the same page twenty times in the last five minutes, and you still had no idea what was going on! Steve was too distracting - and not just because you hated him.

You didn’t want to admit it to yourself, but sometime in the last year you’d forgotten just how attractive Steve was. The moles that dotted his neck like they’d been crafted by Aphrodite herself, and the way his eyes glimmered a honey brown whenever the sun shined on them. His lips, so pink and sculpted to fit the frame of his face. And don’t even mention his muscles or you might just faint on the spot.

You steal a glance towards him from the corner of your eye, watching as he talks with Robin about something you can’t make out. His head is hung low though, so you can assume it’s nothing good. Maybe she was lecturing him for bothering you, and if you were lucky he’d finally listen.

But, unfortunately luck never seemed to be on your side, and he’s approaching you faster than you can run away. “Y/N.” He has you cornered, your back against the window as you glare daggers at him. What the hell did Robin say?

You refuse to answer, instead choosing to go back to pretending to read your book. Steve doesn’t say anything, he just places his hands on his hips and stares down at you.

You're stubborn though, so you refuse to look at him, no matter how badly you might want to. Steve, seemingly getting the hint, just lets out a loud sigh and says, “I’m going to get food from Bennys, do you want anything?”

Fuck. You loved Bennys. But, you didn’t want Steve to let you saying yes get to his head, so you just let out a harsh no.

“You haven’t eaten since you got here four hours ago, that’s not healthy.”

“I’m not hungry.” You respond dryly. Glancing up at him through your lashes. His lips are pursed and he’s got that look on his face he always gets when he’s annoyed. He shrugs, “Suit yourself.” And then leaves without another word.

For a moment, you’re almost shocked. You’d expected him to fight with you more about it, but you’re not mad that he didn’t.

You practically shoot up and beeline for Robin, who’s already gazing at you like she’s been prepared for this. “God, I hate him!” You groan, rubbing the bridge of your nose.

Robin snorts, hopping onto the countertop and picking at her nails, “Because he offered to buy you food?”

You shoot her a glare, “Because he’s pretending nothing happened between us.”

Robin chews on her bottom lip, glancing up from her chipped nails to a fuming you. “I think he’s just trying to be nice.”

“Since when were you his biggest defender? You were begging me to leave him not even two years ago!”

Robin winces at the memory. It was true, she used to absolutely loathe Steve with everything in her, but that was before and this was now. People change - and Steve Harrington was a prime example of that.

She stays silent, knowing there’s nothing she can say at this current moment that’ll make you feel better.

You force yourself to take a deep breath and lay your forehead onto the counter top, elbows wrapping around your head as you do. You’ve been arguing with yourself on where you stand with Robin lately. On one hand, she’d deliberately offered the one man you couldn’t bear to see a job at the one place you’d felt safe from him without even asking you first, and essentially ruined it for you forever. On the other, she was just a girl helping someone she loved get a job somewhere that wasn’t a shit hole like most of the places in town.

It just wasn’t fair that that place has to be here.

You sigh, squeezing your eyes shut, “I just need a second by myself. I’ll come back out if things get too busy.”

Robin just nodded, eyes glued to the floor as you walked past her and into the employee area.

Robin knows you have every right to be mad at her right now, but if risking your friendship was what it took for you to be happy, she’d do it everyday.

By the time Steve gets back the sun has already started to sink below the clouds, and there was only an hour left of your shift.

You were still in the back room, eyes puffy and red with the remnants of tears. It embarrassed you to admit, but you’d let a few tears and sniffles escape you. You were just so frustrated with your situation.

Steve walks behind the counter nonchalantly, large hands reaching into the white plastic bag and pulling out three styrofoam boxes.

Robin furrows her brows at this, only expecting two. “What’s the third one for?”

Steve’s silent for a moment, a ghost of a smile on his lips. Did you really think he was gonna let you go hungry? He knows you - knows you love Bennys like you love breathing. It’s the only reason he got it.

“Y/N.”

“But didn’t she-”

He shoots her a look that shuts her up as she realizes what he did. Her eyes crinkle as she smiles, and opens her box. “Do you want me to take it to her?”

Steve thinks for a moment about what you would want. Logically, he knows you would want Robin to bring it to you, but what would you have wanted before he screwed everything up?

“I’ve got it.”

He grabs your box in one hand and his own in the other, taking a deep breath before he pushes the door open with his hip. You're sitting there, arms crossed over your chest and nails between your teeth. A nervous habit of yours.

You look up, clearly expecting Robin, but your gaze immediately hardens once you realize it’s him. You push your chair out from under you harshly, it screeches across the floor as you do. You grab your jacket that hangs on the back of it and go to walk past him, but he blocks your path. “I brought you something to eat.”

“I said I wasn’t hungry.” You attempt to push past him, but he doesn’t let you. Instead, he gives you that knowing, motherly look of his. The same one he used on Dustin Henderson when he babysat him junior and senior year. “You haven’t eaten since noon, and,” He glances at his watch, “it’s almost seven, Y/N. Pretend it’s not from me, I don’t care, just please eat.”

You're at a standstill for a moment, the both of you staring at each other. You know Steve’s right, but you hate it. It makes you feel nauseous that he knows you so well.

Finally, after much hesitation, you finally sit back down in your chair. Your arms are still crossed and you’re refusing to look at him, but Steve can breathe easy knowing he’s finally getting at least something from you.

He sits across from you and slowly slides your box over to you, which you open lazily.

You wanted to yell at him to go - to leave you alone to eat in peace - but it almost felt nice to feel his presence again. If you focused on it long enough, you could almost pretend it was still that blissful time before senior year. When everything had been perfect.

Steve watches as you open the box and inspect the food carefully. He can tell by the way your eyes widen slightly that you’re surprised by what you see.

“Is this..” You trail off, heart constricting in your chest.

He nods, “You really thought I wouldn’t remember what you like? Please, give me a little credit.” He teases.

You never even knew he had it memorized.

A ghost of a smile plays on your lips, head flooding with memories of late winter nights spent at Bennys with Steve.

You allow yourself to glance up at him, cheeks flushing when you find he’s already staring at you. As soon as his eyes meet yours he smiles, a genuine, crinkle-at-the-corner-of-the-eye smile.

You eat in silence for the rest of your shift, but Steve doesn’t care. Being with you is more than enough.

❣︎

November, 1981

Sophomore year is difficult for you.

Your grandma died just three days before Halloween, and it hit you hard. Steve was with you nearly all the time, not even saying anything, just holding you as you sobbed.

He never quite knew what to say to make you feel better because none of his own family was in his life. As far as was concerned, you were the closest thing he had to that.

Today marked a full week since your grandma passed, and you’d just gotten home from the funeral. He could see you now through his window, laying on your back unmoving in your bed, black dress still heavy on your body.

You’re not even crying, just staring at the ceiling. You’d always heard that grief presented itself in thousands of different ways, but you’d never been subjected to it yourself until now.

Memories of your grandmother and her infectious smile played on repeat in your mind, and sometimes if you focused hard enough, you could pretend she hadn’t died.

Your eyes squeezed shut as you did so, replaying a memory of her from your eleventh birthday party. You’d been crying for some reason you can’t even remember, and she’d stumbled upon you on the floor of your bathroom.

“Oh, Hunny, what happened?” She cooed, closing the door and sliding down next to you. She winced as she did, her knees popping the whole way down, but she didn’t complain. She just threw an arm over your shoulders and pulled you into her.

“I-I’m scared.” You whimpered, hugging your knees to your chest.

“Of what?”

You sniffled and looked into her loving eyes, “You’ll think it’s silly.”

She chuckled, forehead wrinkling with the movement, “No, I won’t.”

You swallowed, scratching at your arm nervously. “Are you sure?”

“I’m your grandma, I’d never laugh at you.”

You swallowed, letting your forehead hit your knees solemnly, “I don’t wanna grow up.” You admitted.

She didn’t say anything for a moment, which made you feel even worse. Getting older was natural and there was nothing you could do to stop it, but it’d hit you that you were growing out of your childhood.

You’d never be as innocent as you once had been, and at some point in your life you’ll never be mommy’s little girl again. And you hated that you just had to accept that.

Your grandma sighed, fingers drawing shapes onto your arm, “I know it’s scary growing up,” She murmured into your ear, “but it’s also good for us. We learn more as we grow, and we get to experience so many new things. Take me and your grandpa for example, we met when we were twenty five. If I'd never grown up, I never would have met him and fallen in love.”

The mention of your grandfather put a smile on your face. He was a sweet old man with a dashing mustache and a love for your grandma so strong you could feel it without even knowing him.

“I guess you’re right.” You sighed, laying your head against her side. She always knew how to make you feel better, it was like her special talent.

That’s why her death hurt so much, because you’d been talking to her less and less the older you got. It wasn’t something you did purposely, but with the move and all the new things that were happening in your life calling her had just never been at the top of your list. Now you wish it had.

You don’t even hear the knock in your door, you only notice Steve’s there when he’s scooting into bed next to you. You welcome him calmly, automatically falling into his open arms. He strokes your back comfortingly, leaving a soft kiss on your hairline. “How’re you feeling?”

You make a noise in the back of your throat, a mix between a whimper and a groan that shatters Steve’s heart. He hates seeing you hurt like this.

“That bad, huh?” He mumbles, squeezing you closer against him.

You choke out a sigh, “I just wish I would’ve called her. I had every chance too and I never did. What kind of- of granddaughter does that?” Your eyes are brimming with tears again, a sob tearing from your throat as you press your face closer into Steve’s neck. He smells like home.

He doesn’t mind that you’re soaking through his white shirt, in fact he barely even notices. “C’mon, Sweetheart. There was no way you could’ve known, and blaming yourself isn’t going to make you feel any better.”

“I-I just… I just wish I would’ve been better.” You hiccuped.

Steve immediately shakes his head, “No, no,” He stands and takes your hand, gently forcing you to your feet, “You’ve gotta get outta here, no way staying in this room all day is healthy for you.”

You sniffle and glance around your bedroom. Its usual warmth feels cold and empty.

“Where would we go?” You ask, gazing at Steve as he wipes your tears with his thumbs. “Anywhere.”

That's how you ended up at Bennys. Steve had recently gotten his license so you no longer had to bike everywhere.

The cloudy sky combined with the glaring overhead lights must wash you out, but Steve’s not sure you’ve ever looked prettier. The black dress compliments you perfectly, and call him selfish, but he thinks the glossiness in your eyes accentuates them so nicely.

You solemnly drink a sprite, biting on the straw occasionally and leaving a permanent indent in the plastic.

You’d heard of Bennys, apparently it was a Hawkins staple, but you’d never been yourself before now. For how popular it apparently was, it's not very busy, just a few stragglers.

You can see the chief of police, Jim Hopper, and a few of his cop buddies in one corner, a couple in a booth across from them, and two old fishermen at the bar.

“I’ve never been here before,” You murmur, watching as Steve’s head lifts from the menu to look up at you. “I’ve only been once with Tommy and Carol,” He says their names with so much disgust it nearly surprises you, “and it was really good.”

You knew Steve wasn’t the biggest fan of his friends, which was still something you found pretty weird. Why be friends with them if you couldn’t stand them? But you also understood Steve’s situation. He had affirmed his status as King Steve at the beginning of the school year, when he’d fought Mitch Mikealson and won. Ever since then he’d gotten more cautious with being seen with you.

And, yeah, it hurts sometimes to see him pretend you didn’t exist. Before, he’d still give you the occasional wave or smile, but now he didn’t even spare you a glance. But, you’d always remind yourself it was fine, because only you got to have the real him. The soft Steve, who’s boyish charm and honeynut eyes made you melt everyday.

You let out a soft huh, glancing over the menu before finally deciding on something. A plain cheeseburger with a side of cheesy fries. How American of you.

After you’ve given the waitress your orders, you both sit in a constricting silence. Steve isn’t sure of what to say to you right now or even how to approach the obvious elephant in the room, but you could hardly even focus on that.

If there’s one thing your grandma's death has taught you, it’s that you can’t let time escape you. You’d pushed off calling your grandma for months, and then suddenly you couldn’t anymore. What happens if you put off telling Steve how you feel for him, and then suddenly you no longer could? Would you feel regret like you do now?

You think you’ve known Steve long enough now to decipher how he’d react. A soft rejection, but without a loss of friendship. You think things would continue how they normally do - maybe a bit awkwardly at first but, still, as they normally do.

Then you consider the other option, which you thought to be the less likely one. On the off chance Steve does like you back, then your entire relationship would change. Would he kiss you in front of his friends? Scream from the rooftops that you were his and he was yours? Or would he hide you away, protect his reputation from your influence?

You weren’t sure.

“What’s going on in that big brain of yours?”

You smile softly at the phrase, glancing up at him through your lashes. He's leaning onto his elbows on the counter, cheeks squished between his hands. You think he looks innocent like this, and a glimpse of his seventh grade self flashes in his eyes, a time before King Steve even existed.

“Just… thinking.” You murmur, playing with your fingers in your lap.

Steve frowns, assuming you’re talking about your grandma, and he says, “I’m really sorry, Y/N. You know I'll be here for you every step of the way, right?”

You warm at his words, stomach twisting in knots. “I know,” You breathe, “we’re best friends. We have to be there for each other.”

Steve's heart constricts at the phrase. Best friends. Was that what he’d always be to you? He wants to be so much more - he wants to sweep you off your feet, show you just how much he loves you. If real love is something teenagers can’t experience, then he’s not sure he ever wants to, because whatever it is he’s feeling for you right now is practically engulfing him whole.

“Yeah,” He smiles weakly, “Best friends.”

Your eyebrows knit at the solemn look on his face, watching as he swishes the straw in his drink with his fingertip.

“Steve-” You begin, but the waitress is approaching you with your food before you can finish. Steve’s grateful for the interruption, not sure if he’s ready to answer whatever it was you were going to ask.

He distracts himself with his food, and you do the same. You're not sure why, but something about the way Steve said best friend made you feel uneasy. Did he not think you guys were? Or did he… did he want something else?

You blink the thought away, forcing yourself not to think of it.

But… what if…

You think of your grandma, how the regret of not calling her filled your entire body until you could barely breathe. Did you want that to happen with Steve? No, you didn’t. So there was only one solution.

The moon is up by the time you get in the car, and you allow Steve to drive you to your spot.

The hilltop where you first rode your bikes to last year had become almost like a comfort place for the both of you. You went anytime either of you were upset, and you always sat in the same positions. You, with your hands laid comfortably on your stomach and him with his hands behind his head. It was basically a routine at this point.

But, tonight, it’d be different. Because you were either about to ruin your friendship with Steve forever, or start something you’d never be able to turn away from.

You’re both silent, but while Steve seems peaceful, you’re anything but. Your mind is running wild with what-ifs, and you anxiously chew on your bottom lip. Just do it, you think, just do it.

“Steve?” You mumble, placing your hands behind your back and sitting up. Steve follows your lead, an eyebrow raised as he does. “Yeah?”

You squeeze your eyes shut and pull your knees into your chest, dress riding up until its hem is at the middle of your knees. “If I.. If I tell you something, you promise you won’t judge me? And- and nothing will happen to our friendship?”

He laughs nervously, “What’re you talking about?”

Just do it, you chant in your mind, Just do it.

You suck in a breath, “I love you. A lot. Like- more than I think should even be humanly possible, and I think I always have. It’s like- like this weight in my chest everytime I see you, you know? Because you’re you and I'm, well, I'm just me. And I tell myself there’s no way you could ever love me back but then you started acting all weird in the diner and I just- I had to know.” By the end of your rambling you’re panting softly, refusing to even look at Steve. You're too afraid of what you might see.

But Steve feels as if an angel herself has just blessed him. You love him?

You love him?

He feels too shocked to even move, heart practically beating out of his chest as he stares at you. The moonlight brings out your features so nicely, and your lips just look so- so kissable.

It’s crazy. He knows it is. But he’s waited so long, and he’s not sure how many times he can imagine the softness of your lips before he needs to feel it. So he does.

He connects his lips with yours so fast you barely even register it. It’s a soft peck, barely even a kiss really, but it’s perfect to you.

He pulls away quickly, hand on your cheek as he stares into your eyes. Only half of his face is visible in the darkness, but it’s enough for you. Because you’re plunging back in like you’ve been starved.

It’s messy, with clattering teeth and wandering hands. You find purchase in his hair, tugging slightly, and he lets you, groaning slightly at the feeling. His hands ghost of your waist nervously, and you reach down and place them comfortably on your hips.

It should be sinful how good he tastes - like strawberries eaten next to the pool on a warm summer day. “S- Steve,” You gasp between his lips, barely able to get the word out before he’s immediately diving back in.

You indulge in it for a few seconds more, before you’re gently pushing him away from you. He pulls back completely, removing his hands from your waist in a panic, “What’s - What’s wrong?” He pants.

You shake your head, assuring him it’s nothing like that. You take a breath, “What does… does this mean that you..?”

Steve has a big dopey smile on his face, tucking a peice of hair behind your ear, “That I love you?” He mumbles, “Because I do. So much. More than I think you’ll ever know.”

It’s those words that confirm what you’d thought for the past two years. Steve is your soulmate, someone you were always meant to find. Suddenly, you’re thankful for the move. Something that had once seemed life ruining has been the opposite - it brought you to your reason for living.

“Then what does this mean for us?” You question.

It’s then that Steve realizes this might not be all great like he thought it would be - because Tommy and Carol were still in the picture. He couldn’t just walk into school holding hands with you as if they hadn’t spent every waking day making fun of you. He never joined, always choosing to stay silent during their tangents, but he never stopped them either.

He swallows, studying your face. Would loving you be enough for him? Could he throw it all away, the parties, the friends, the popularity - if it meant he’d be able to be with you?

He’s not sure.

But what if he can have both? The popularity and you. He’d just have to keep your relationship a secret just like you had been doing for years, it was that simple! But, he doesn’t want to ruin the moment with you right now and get into that. So instead, he kisses you slowly again and murmurs, “We'll figure it out as we go.”

❣︎

July, 1986

It’s been two weeks since what you called The Tolerable Act. AKA, the day Steve Harrington brought you food and also made himself more tolerable.

You wouldn’t be going out of your way to talk to him, but if he approached you you no longer ran. Your responses were always short - but they were responses. Baby steps.

Today, when you walk into work Steve is already there stacking books and organizing shelves. His eyes are almost immediately drawn to you, and not just because he loves seeing you - no, this time, he notices something.

He thinks his heart drops into his stomach for a moment once he sees the guy with you. You're all smiles and giggles, playing with the hem of your lacy white shirt.

Jason Carver stands casually in the doorway, arm thrown above his head as he leans over you. Steve can’t see what he’s saying from here, but whatever it is, it’s making you blush.

Steve’s not even sure what comes over him - but he’s dropping the rest of the books he was organizing messily onto the shelf and speeding over to you before he can even think it through.

Jason notices first, his eyebrows furrowing as he eyes him. Steve gives a tight lipped smile, brown eyes darting between you and Jason.

Steve never really disliked Jason - he was a nice guy. A little pushy at times, but overall he didn’t seem too bad. But, now, watching Jason flirt with you like he knew anything about you made Steve’s stomach twist in the worst way.

Jason didn’t know you. He didn’t know anything about you! Steve knew it was selfish of him to expect you to be hung up on him forever like he was hung up on you, but did you have to bring Jason here?

“Harrington,” Jason said sultry smooth, bringing his arm down and stuffing his hands into his varsity jacket. He’d graduated last month and was still wearing that thing? Steve thought that was a douchey move. “I didn’t know you worked here.”

Steve hummed, “Started a couple weeks ago.”

Jason smirked, “Still working at dumps like this place, huh?” He joked. Steve could see the intentions behind what he said - they were a poke at Steve still living with his parents and not making it into college. He glances at you, but you don’t say anything, instead choosing to keep your eyes on the carpet.

“Still wearing your highschool jacket in public, huh?”

Jason’s gaze hardened just barely, enough for you to not notice, but Steve did. They both just stared at each other for a few moments, almost like they were challenging each other.

“Jason -” Both boys tore their gazes away from each other and onto you, “I’ll see you tonight, okay?” You usher, silently pushing him out. Jason bent down to kiss your cheek, eyes never leaving Steve’s as he did.

Once he was gone, you turned around and tried to make your way past him to clock in, but Steve stopped you. “Jason Carver? Really?”

Your nostrils flared, eyebrows knitting together as you gave him a harsh glare. “Who I talk to isn’t any of your business anymore.”

“That guys a total asshole!”

“And you aren’t?” You retorted, “I’m not sure if you remember, but let me remind you that-”

He cuts you off with a sigh, large hand running through his hair. His shirt rode up as he did, and you had to force yourself not to look at his tanned skin. “I remember.” He mumbled, “But, at least I've tried to better myself. Jason hasn’t! And he doesn’t deserve you, you’re so much better than he ever will be. I can’t believe you don’t realize that.” He took a breath, studying your face.

Jealousy is something Steve wasn’t used to feeling when it came to you. He’d always known that you were his and he was yours, and nothing would ever change that.

But, watching Jason Carver pull all those little giggles and shy smiles out of you that he used to - it hurt more than he liked to admit. His dad would tell him to: “grow up, she's just some girl after all.”

But you aren’t. Steve doesn’t think you ever were.

“Stop doing that!” You choke out. You’re more than fed up “Stop pretending that you’ve changed and that everything is- everything is fine! You played me for years, Steve. And as soon as I'm back together again you just show up here and remind me why I-” You pause, eyes going glassy and nose turning a shade of red, “why I can’t love you anymore. And it hurts - God, it hurts - but, I won’t allow myself to fall apart like I did again. And Jason- Jason likes me. I know he does. So don’t fucking ruin this for me.”

Steve’s silent, arms crossed over his chest as he processes your outburst. He knows he deserves it and it’s something he thinks he needs to hear, but that doesn’t make it any easier. You played me for years, Steve. Did you really think that?

Still, against his better judgment, he watches you as you turn your back to him and stomp into the back room.

You finally let out the sob you were holding in as soon as you’re out of sight, back hitting the cold stone wall. You hate him. Him and his stupid, stupid face and his horrible jokes. You hate that he can make you feel so many inexplicable things with just one sentence - He doesn’t deserve you.

If Jason doesn’t deserve you, then who does?

You avoid Steve your whole shift, and it’s easy, because Steve avoids you too. Robin called out sick which meant it was just the two of you and that made things so much worse.

You can feel his gaze lingering on you every time the clock ticks closer to your date, and it sends a shiver up your spine each time. If it’s because of your nerves about seeing Jason again or your undeniable longing for Steve, you’re not sure.

Once Jason arrives, Steve watches from behind the counter as you take Jason’s hand and let him lead you to his car, a toothy grin highlighting your face.

He sighs, crossing his legs where he stands and leaning onto his forearms. He feels helpless, like he’s an onlooker in his own life, watching you pull farther and farther away from him and not being able to do anything about it.

Jason’s car pulls away, and you watch as Bookish disappears from your line of sight. It feels foreign - leaving Steve behind to go with another guy. If you’d told yourself two years ago this was what your relationship would become, you never would’ve believed it.

“So, what’s the deal with you and Harrington?” Jason asks, stealing a glance at you.

You chew on your lip, cherry chapstick lingering on your tongue. “We used to be really close, but we kinda just…” You swallow and play with your fingers in your lap, “grew apart.”

Jason hums, fingertips drumming against the wheel as he drives. “You guys seemed more than close back there.”

You’re stumped. You can’t understand why Jason is so interested in this topic, which is something you really don’t want to talk about with him, and understandably so. You think up a quick excuse, “He’s just protective.”

He scoffs out a laugh, “Protective? No, it was more than that. It was like he- he loved you or something.” He says it like there’s no way that could be true. Like The Steve Harrington couldn’t ever love a girl like you.

“I don’t know. Maybe. Can we talk about something else, please?”

Jason doesn’t say anything and just drives silently. He’d told you he was taking you somewhere special but didn’t specify after that - and as you watch him drive deeper and deeper into the woods you’re beginning to get nervous.

He parks next to Lovers Lake, turning in the radio and immediately shifting his seat back.

You’d heard stories of guys doing this - taking a girl out to hook up with and disguising it as a date.

He's leaning over right as you realize what this is, and you pull away quickly, head nearly hitting the window. “Jason, I thought we were going out?”

“We are. I just thought.. we could have fun first.”

You swallow. This was wrong, you knew it was. Didn’t you deserve to go on a real date like other girls do? What made you so different from them?

But… Maybe this was a real date. Maybe this was what other girls did. And if that was true, shouldn’t you indulge? You’d always been aware your relationship with Steve was different than most other highschool relationships, so maybe you were finally getting a taste of the reality.

You kiss him first, practically surging forward. It’s hard and sloppy. It’s too much. It’s wrong.

You remind yourself that this is what real girls do.

You kiss him harder, holding back the whimper that begs to escape from your throat as he slips his tongue into your mouth. He tastes like cigarettes and mint - nothing like Steve.

He pulls you by your hips over the center console awkwardly, your legs banging against the dashboard as you move, but he never breaks apart.

You settle on his lap, letting him push and pull you anyway he wants. He’s in no way soft - wandering hands never asking for permission as he slips them under your shirt. This is wrong, this is wrong, this is wrong-

“Jason-” You breathe between his hungry lips, attempting to push away, but he grabs the back of your neck and forces you against him again. Your hands push at his chest hard, and he’s so shocked he lets you go.

“What’s your problem?” He pants, eyebrows knitted together.

You want to sob- because what the hell are you doing? Kissing Jason Carver in his car in the middle of nowhere? This is wrong. If this is what other girls do, then you don’t want to be like them.

“Can we-” You suck in a breath, shifting uncomfortably on his lap, “Can we just take a break? Maybe actually talk and try to get to know each other?”

He stares at you coldly for a few moments, blue eyes searching your face for something you’re not sure of. Then he’s laughing - as if you’ve said the funniest thing in the world. His chest convulses as he does, and he attempts to kiss you again but you pull away.

His laughter immediately stops and his face contorts into anger, his nostrils flared. “Are you kidding me?”

“Jason-” You attempt, but he’s pushing you off of him before you can get the word out. You land in the passenger seat uncomfortably, legs at an awkward angle but you feel too unnerved to move.

“You came onto me first!”

He was right, you had kissed him first. It was your fault he thought he’d be getting something else tonight. “I know and i’m sorry, but-”

He cuts you off with a laugh, tongue running over his teeth like a hungry animal. “I mean- there’s no way you’re being serious right now, right?” He asks, “Why the hell do you think I brought you out here? To talk? I thought you were smarter than that.”

Your eyes go wide, jaw hanging open as you process his words. Had you really been so stupid?

He points an accusing finger at you, “If you think any guy is going to want you beyond just fucking you then you’re in for a treat. Now get the fuck out of my car.”

“Jason-”

“Get out!”

So you do. You stumble a bit as your feet hit the grass, barely having any time to close the door before he’s speeding off.

The tears come before you can stop them, arms wrapping around yourself as you stare out into the lake.

The water makes the air feel cooler, so goosebumps form across your skin and cause a shiver up your spine. You don’t know how to get home from here - or to the bookshop. But there is one place you can think of.

You're not sure how long you walk, you just know by the time you reach the hill your feet hurt and your calves feel practically numb.

You collapse onto the grass with a soft groan, immediately hugging your knees to your chest. The tears had long since stopped and were replaced with occasional hiccups, eyes glassy but the tears never falling.

You stare up at the sky, finding comfort in all of the familiar constellations. Lately they’d been the only constant thing in your life, the one thing you knew would always be there and would never go away.

You hate that Steve was right more than you’d like to admit. He doesn’t deserve you, you’re so much better than he ever will be. What right did he have to say something like that to you? It makes you almost nauseous.

Steve Harrington had become something of an anomaly to you over the past year. You’d been told thousands of times that he’d changed by Robin - hell, Steve himself had been making an effort to show you that he’d never make the same mistakes he had again, but it was like you couldn’t accept it.

Your heart had subconsciously built up brick walls to protect yourself from ever being hurt like that again, and any mention of Steve Harrington threatened to tear them down.

You sigh, forehead dipping down to rest on your knees. You’re not sure how you’re going to get home, but right now it’s the last thing in your mind.

“Y/N?”

You’re head shoot’s up, neck craning to see the eyes of the person in front of you.

It doesn’t surprise you once you realize it’s Steve, because who else would be out here this late?

“Hi.” You mumble, head immediately going back to lay on your knees comfortably.

He sits down next to you cautiously, plastic bag falling next to him as he does. He subconsciously makes sure to leave enough distance between the both of you so he doesn’t scare you off. “Where’s your date?”

You close your eyes, breaths coming in shallow as you shift uncomfortably. Your head lols lazily to the side, allowing yourself to get a full view of his face. His eyebrows are raised and his arms are behind him and holding his torso up.

“Probably out being a douche somewhere.”

He chuckles, “That bad, huh?”

You nod, a soft smile playing on your lips. “Definitely wasn’t the best date ever.” Not like you had many to compare it to.

“I won’t say it even though I really want to- but just know i’m thinking it really, really hard-”

You roll your eyes, “Just say it.” You huff.

He doesn’t hesitate, “I told you so.”

You mentally conclude that Steve should not be allowed to be right ever. “What are you doing here?” You ask.

Steve’s gaze falls to the grass below, throat bobbing as he swallows. “I needed to clear my head.”

You hum in response and decide not to push it, instead letting your knees stretch in front of you as your hands fall behind you. Your eyes fall to the white Walmart bag next to him and you gesture to it with your head, “What’s in the bag?”

Steve reaches over and pulls out a six pack of cheap beer, the kind you drank when you were trying to get stupid drunk. “I wasn’t planning on having any company, so I hope six’s enough for you.”

You snort, watching as he rips one out of its packaging and hands it to you. You ignore the brush of your hands as you do.

It pops open loudly, and you immediately bring it to your lips, ignoring the burning in your throat as it slides down roughly. Steve does the same, and you both sit in a comfortable silence and drink your respective drinks.

You’re not sure if it’s the alcohol, but you can’t stop looking at him. Thoughts of how pretty he is run through your mind - but so do others. Like questions of how you became strangers who knew everything about each other so quickly.

“Do you ever wonder about what things would be like if.. if we hadn’t broken up?” You question quietly, eyes lingering on the side of his face.

He doesn’t move for a moment, lips thinning out into a line. He breathes in through his nose, “Sometimes I do. But every time I remember how things are between us I have to stop, because lying to myself almost hurts more than the reality.”

Your hands tighten into fists by your side, and you force back another gulp of the warm drink. “How did we even get here?” You suddenly laugh out, “It doesn’t even feel natural.”

Steve shrugs, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Honestly? I’m not really sure. Sometimes it feels like one day I was waking up with you and then the next I wasn’t.” Well, technically that is what happened.

You're not sure if it’s the alcohol that gives you courage, but you finally admit, “Sometimes I hate you for turning us into this.” You mutter, “Sometimes I hate myself for not trying to fix it. But, sometimes I think that is how things were always going to turn out - that maybe we were never meant to be in each other's lives and we somehow screwed up Gods plans and this is our punishment.”

“I don’t think he means it as a punishment.” Steve breathes, finally letting himself look at you, “I think it’s more of a lesson. A reminder, maybe.”

You snort, “Well, I hate this lesson, and I’m ready for it to be over.”

“Me too.”

You don’t argue when Steve scoots closer to you so your legs are touching, shorts rubbing against each other awkwardly.

You and Steve share an actual conversation - one without any arguing or resistance from you. It’s a conversation like you used to have.

You don’t argue when Steve offers you a ride home, showing that his beer is still half-way full. You don’t argue when he tells you good night, in fact you bask in it.

That night when Steve goes to bed, he watches your light flick on and your shadow approach the window. You stand there for a while - contemplating he thinks - and he hopes that you do it. That you open the blinds and show him that everything would be okay again.

But you don’t. You flick the light back off, and go to bed. Leaving the blinds closed.

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I'm Not Yours

Summary: You're getting over a breakup and meet a cute guy on a case, what you didn't realise was that your best friend has been waiting for years. Warning: Swearing

A/N: I'm sorry my post is so late!! I had it queued up to post at 9am like normal and then it didn't?? And then I had a math test so I couldn't go on my phone or anything, AND THEN HALF THE STORY JUST DISSAPPEARED SO I HAD TO REWRITE IT?!?!? It has been quite the hassle. Also this was a prompt from @andiebeaword's 3000 follower celebration! The first sentence of the story was the prompt. Also, I meant for this to be gn!reader so if anyone sees any she/he pronouns for reader please tell me! Love you all <333

Word Count: 1.5k

Song Suggestions: Yours - Conan Gray

"I can't stand you choosing another person over me, again."

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His bright blue eyes shined in the sun, a ray hitting across his face perfectly. Pushing his short brown hair out of his face while smiling at you made your insides flutter, completely forgetting about your ex now.

"So as I was saying, it would be best for you and your team to set up here. There's lots of room and we haven't used it in years." His voice came out in this long, deep tone. JJ walked into the room raising an eyebrow at you before taking over the conversation with the officer.

"What was that look?" Jumping slightly, you turned around and saw Penelope. It was that once a year situation where she actually had to join the rest of the team for a case. "Someone likes the officer."

The girls took any chance they could to get you to talk to the guy. They weren't wrong, you did think he was insanely cute but, you just weren't quite sure if you had the guts to really talk to him.

"I do not!" You laughed, "And even if I did…it's not like anything could happen." Penelope continued pestering and Emily joined the conversation and made sure to give her opinion as well.

***

"You better at least get his number, we're only gonna be here for a few more days." Penelope had been bugging you the most out of anyone, "Well, I let you sit on that thought. I need to go work my wonderful magics so I will talk to you about this later." She smiled and strutted away back to her laptop setup down the hall.

"What was Garcia talking about?" Turning back to the task at hand, Spencer was standing at a board. Working on the case. "Is this about that officer?" His voice was very flat, little emotion which was unusual for him. Especially around you, the two of you had been best friends since you transferred to the BAU.

"Yeah it was, she's trying to get me to get his number." Not turning from his work you started to flip through some files and continue to talk. "I do think he's pretty hot, but I also think it's way too early to start putting myself out there you know?"

"Yeah, yeah I guess I can understand that." Peeking over his shoulder briefly to look at you. Hearing the way you were talking about this guy was leaving him conflicted. The first day he had met you he'd already fallen in love. No statistic or math problem could explain how that happened. He's been sitting on the sideline for the past three years, watching you go from boyfriend to boyfriend, letting him be your shoulder to cry on when it was heartbreak after heartbreak. But honestly, he didn't know how long he could keep going like this.

"...But it could also be some type of fate thing. Like, I break up with a toxic asshole and then meet a dreamy police officer? I don't know, what do you think Spencer?" Walking over to him to put up some photos and thoughts on the board you look up at him, waiting for his response.

"Whatever you think is best I suppose," It took him a long time to respond, the way you were speaking of this guy was just breaking his heart more and more. It was taking all his power to not just scream 'I LOVE YOU!!' and see your reaction. "Do you want to ask him out."

"I think so, I guess he is really nice, and really good looking…" Going on about him a bit more, you paused then changed your thought process. "I mean everything and everyone is telling me to go for it but some small part of me is saying no."

"I think I'm just being paranoid, why shouldn't I put myself out there? It has been like three months. And if it doesn't work out, so what? At least I tried. I think I'll do it." Just like that, the hope died. Should he just say it? Get it out there and hope for the best? This was impossible.

"What does that mean? Are you just not ready to put yourself out there again or is it because there's someone else?" A small glimmer of hope ignited in him, maybe he still had a chance after all.

***

"I'm going to do it. So you can stop annoying me about it, Pen." She smiled and started to ramble about how it will be so good for you. The case had been solved and you were all packing up. Everyone with the exception of Hotch and Rossi were in the room given to the team.

"I'm so glad you're going to do this! You two would be such a sexy pair I just know it." You and Penelope continued to talk, but Spencer was just heartbroken. Standing on the opposite side of the room he could still hear you. He was packing up his things slowly, hoping to get a chance to talk to you alone.

"You should just go for it kid, don't let them get with another guy without you atleast saying it." Derek, giving his opinion to Spencer while leaning against the wall. Tossing a ball now that he was all packed up.

"What if you say something and they like you back?" Derek counter protested. Spencer thought about it for a minute, he had a point. But on the other hand he couldn't tell what would be worse; watching you ask someone else out again or telling you and losing such an important person in his life.

"I know, I just don't want to ruin three years of friendship. What if I say something and they never talk to me again?" He questioned, still listening in on your conversation.

***

"I'll be done in a minute!" You called out to Penelope and Emily. Still packing up your things it was only you and Spencer left in the room.

Finally throwing your bag over your shoulder you started to catch up to the rest of the team you heard Spencer call out to you. "Wait! Can I talk to you for a minute, please?"

"Yeah, of course." A little confused on why he sounded so nervous you stood infront of him, waiting for him to continue. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing it's just," He cleared his throat, no or never. "I was just wondering if you gave that officer your number yet."

"Oh, not yet. I was actually about to do that. Why do you ask?" Titling your head, curious. He started to fidget with his hands, not sure what to say.

"Oh, so you are going out with him." His voice barely above a whisper. "That's nice I suppose."

"Okay…" You smiled and started to head to the door. "I'm going to go now, see on the jet Spencer?"

"I- please, I need to say something." He tripped over his words, come on Spencer, just say it!!!

"Are you okay? You seem nervous." Why was he acting like this? It was so confusing to you.

"Okay, I'm just going to say it." He sighed, "I don't want you to go out with that officer. I mean if you really want to you should do it of course but I don't want you to because I want you to go out with me. If you don't feel the same way tell me but it's just, I can't stand you choosing another person over me, again." Biting the inside of his cheek, waiting for your response.

"Oh," Was all you could say at first. You didn't really know what else to say. "You, you like me?"

"Yeah, I do. And if you don't feel the same way I get it and pretend I never said anything because I don't want to lose you. But if you go out and date this guy I'm going to have to put up a boundary, I'm sorry."

"Spencer, I don't know what to say," You laughed lightly, not sure how to say what you were thinking. "I feel the same way, I just assumed you never would like me back so I have been trying to get over it."

"Really?" He smiled and gave that puppy-dog face he always made. "Are you serious?"

"Why would I lie?" Throwing your bag over your shoulder you hugged him then stepped back giving a small smile. "We should go though, the jet is supposed to leave like now. But can we talk about this later?"

"I would like that." The two of you started to head out, and you completely forgot about the officer. Spencer just walked out with a huge smile on his face. Why didn't he say this sooner???

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[ggidolsmuts]

Figlio Di Puttana - Somi

"Oppa!" Somi calls out to you as you lounged on the hotel balcony. Somi had flown you out to Italy with her, so you got to relax as she prettied herself up for work.

"Hmm? What's up?"

"Tonight, I'm going to make you a Figlio Di Puttana."

"Sounds good, I look forward to it." Somi chuckles and pecks you on the cheek.

"You're so cute. Bye for now!" If only you knew what Somi meant.

Somi arrives back at the hotel quite late at night and goes straight to washing up. You feel her hands on your shoulders.

"Hey, welcome back." You lay back in your chair to look up at her, and Somi's chest delightfully getting in the way of your view of her.

"Hey." She brushes your hair, her large glasses making her look even cuter. "Did you eat?"

"Yup, there was a nice cafe nearby. Did you eat?"

"Mmhmm, got to try Italian McDonalds," Somi winces.

"Oof, sorry to hear that, maybe we can try that Figlio thing you mentioned tomorrow."

"Oh, no that's what we're trying right now." Somi straddles you, and you can't help but notice two stiff tips appearing on her white top.

"Hmm?" Your hands rub her sides, feeling her bare midriff get warmer. "Something tells me that's not a dish is it?"

"Hahaha oh no oppa. It's an Italian swear word I looked up." Somi leans in and lustfully whispers in your ear. "It means motherfucker."

"How are you going to make me a—" You are distracted, both by you processing her words properly, and Somi taking off her top.

"What do you think, I happened to leave my birth control pills at home. And I'm ovulating, so I'm extra horny. Think you can resist me?" Somi smirks as she grinds on your hardening pants.

"No." You pull her to you and bury your face in her tits, gently biting her skin and sucking on both nipples. "You planned this didn't you? Planned for me to cum in you. I couldn't find my condoms earlier, you must have hidden it haven't you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, ah!" Somi gasps as you slip a hand under her blue sweatpants, squeezing her juicy ass. "Why were you looking for the condoms anyways, planning on some action tonight?"

"Of course, and now that they're missing, I'm definitely planning on it." You slide her sweatpants down best you can, and Somi gets up and slides it down past her hips and on to the floor.

"Now you oppa." Somi gets on the bed, sitting on the edge and waiting for you to take off your own shorts. You strip down and jump on her, pulling her panties to the side and running a finger up and down her slit.

"Fuck you really are soaked."

"Hnngh oppa please put it in me already!" Somi wraps her legs around you, fluttering her eyes and pouting. "Are you really not going to take the chance? Your shot at breeding my little flat tummy?"

Somi screams as you thrust into her all the way, opening up the path to her womb in one shot.

"Of course not, your little flat bratty tummy is going to be pudgy with all my cum inside you."

"Nngh yes, yes!" Maybe it's the hormones running wild in Somi's body, but her entire body is burning up in desire as you start pumping into her. Her hyperfertile body is ready for you, her pussy well-lubricated for your enjoyment. You glide in and out of her easily as she moans and cries out at your high pace. She groans as your tip knocks against her cervix, the unfamiliar but not unwelcome sensation makes her swoon and go all fuzzy—you were going to knock her up, hundred percent.

"Last chance Somi." You mumble, but it is too late as she wraps her legs around you, pulling you that little bit deeper into her.

"Knock me up, fuuuuck oppa!" Somi gasps as you pin her against the bed and cum, claiming her womb for yourself. She can't help but cum as well, her pussy gripping and milking you for what you had. You stay pressed on top of her for a while before slowly pulling out, your load oozing out from between her thighs.

"Oh my god, that was amazing." Somi sighs, high on the chemicals of being bred. But you aren't done, and you flip her on to her front and plunge your stiff-again shaft into her.

"Ughh..." she sighs, still cum-drunk. "Oppa?"

"You wanted to make me a motherfucker didn't you? Now you're a mother, so now I'm going to fuck you." You fuck Somi prone on the bed, your hips bouncing off her delicious ass as you pound down into her. You bury your face in her neck, hearing her soft moans and grunts as you push into her creamy cum-filled warmth over and over.

"C-Cum for me again oppa!" You hump into Somi one last time before seeding her again, both of you shouting into the bedsheets. You run a hand under her midriff, gently rubbing circles over her tummy. Your load is still flowing out of her as the two of you fall asleep.

Somi wakes up the next morning to you entering the room and dropping a noising plastic bag on the bed.

"Afternoon sleepyhead."

"Mmm good morning, what's that?" She crawls over to look inside the bag, and you are immediately behind her, pulling down her panties and rubbing her pussy.

"Viagra, and pregnancy tests." As soon as she is wet enough you push into her.

"Ahhh! Wait, it's going to take like two weeks to show up on the tests."

"Good, I'm going to pump you full of cum for the next two weeks. Cancel your schedules, we're not leaving this room until you're pregnant." You pull her arms behind her back, and Somi can only nod and moan as you drag your cock in and out of her. She cums quickly, and you join her in orgasm as you deposit your seed into her once more. There is only one coherent thought in her head as the fuzzy, swooning feeling returns to her.

Fuck, I love being bred!

A/N: Something quick and very filthy for Somi, it's a hot look. Thanks for reading!

#smut #somi #sss

[maybeitsalivescribbles]

Sicktember 23, 13. Anxious Stomach (TTD)

(Same Hero and Villain than here and here, but you'll be fine if you'll only read this one.)

Hero sighed, squared their holders, preparing themself to go into the training room where Superhero waited. It was the end of the day, and they hadn’t eaten a thing. At the morning, they’d stared at their breakfast as if they could have been fed by the simple vision of their cereal bowl. Former Villain had seen them and wrinkled their nose in disgust over their sixth cup of coffee.

“No wonder you can’t best me if you casually consume this,” they’d declared.

“I have bested you,” had grumbled Hero, looking at a spoonful of milk and crunchy bits without touching it. “You have reformed and we are roommates.”

“I don’t see your point. It proves that I was successful at invading your lair. Can you even best me at the killing of countless living organisms in your own flat ?”

“Cleaning. You mean cleaning.”

Villain had shrugged:

“You lack panache in the morning.”

Well, maybe they did. Unlike some smug jerk, they had a job and they knew exactly what was going to happen. After a whole day of patrolling, they were going to meet Superhero like every month. And they couldn’t eat.

Lunch was the same. They’d stared at a bar and at a bakery, but the simple idea of actually chewing something made them sick. The knot that was their stomach refused to untie, so they’d spent the day eating nothing but coffee. Which was, of course, a terrible idea. Training with Superhero was at best exhausting, even under normal conditions. They opened the door, looked at their mentor who looked so tall, so fierce, so unbeatable, and something in them snapped. They couldn’t. Not today.

“I’m sorry, Superhero,” they began nervously. “Can...can we postpone this ?”

“Why is that ?”

“I – I guess I’m a bit sick.”

Superhero stared at them with cold, unimpressed eyes:

“I see you have no trouble standing up, though. May I remind you, we at the agency are not your babysitters. We are your employers. Does crime rest, Hero ? Will villains let you have a nice break if you ask politely ?”

The one I have at home would, thought Hero, and they bit their tongue to stay silent about it.

“We are worried about you, Hero. Very worried. Face me.”

“Why ?” they asked, resignedly preparing themself.

Barely looking at them, Superhero threw a large energy beam in their direction. Hero rolled over and dodged dutifully.

“We’re looking at your monthly results and they are not satisfying. In fact, if you keep on like this, you’re going to find yourself at the bottom of the list.”

“I don’t understand. I thought I was improving ! I made very little property damage this month.”

“You’ve been called for twenty-six incidents. I only see one arrest.”

“Ah yes, I couldn’t prevent it.”

“The incidents ?”

“The arrest. That guy had to be stopped.”

“What about the others ?”

“I could manage. I’m working with Social Service people, so I’ve learned one thing or two about deescalation.”

“You mean you’ve let the culprits go free.”

A larger energy beam invaded the room; this time they had to jump very high to avoid it. Once back on both their feet, they felt their heart beating way too fast. They had to rest their back against the wall for a moment. Their stomach had hurt all day, but it was dangerously grumbling now. How calm and nonchalant Superhero looked next to them, how cool his voice was when he softly said:

“Sloppy. Slow. Lazy.”

“I’ve brought down Villain !” they protested. “Forgive me but it seems like a big victory.”

“If you’d done that, yes. But are you sure of it ? Maybe they’re just biding their time. Maybe they just wait for you to reveal the agency’s secrets. Are you strong enough to beat them ?”

Hero had no time to move. In a flash, their mentor was right in front of them, a hand wrapped around their throat. He didn't squeeze. He didn't need to.

“We doubt it,” he gently said. “We doubt it very much. To be clear, we won’t be sure about Villain’s status until they are still breathing. Am I clear ?”

“Crystal,” answered Hero, their voice weak.

They collapsed.

Hero gently pushed the door of their flat, with a hand that had no strength left. His return wasn’t unnoticed; darkness seemed to surround the spot they were in. At the same time, a long, thin silhouette loomed over them, with cold eyes and no smile.

“ So you’ve come to my lair, Hero,” declared Villain. “You shall be spared if you’re ready to pay the price.”

Hero sighed and put their shopping bag on a chair nearby.

“ Yeah, yeah, I’ve got your batteries.”

They shook their head while Villain rummaged through the bag and found their prey. Once they retrieved the small package, they threw back their head and gave their usual booming, evil laugh:

“The power is mine ! Miiine !”

Hero gently rubbed their forehead and tiredly asked:

“It’s for your Gameboy, right ?”

“Yeah. Old-fashioned you might say, but I am a person of refined taste.”

“ Uh-uh. Sure.”

They had no energy left for a more biting retort. All they thought about was collapsing into their bed. Villain called them back, though:

“Wait, o my nemesis ! One last ordeal for you.”

Hero stopped. Hero rolled their eyes. Hero turned back and stared at them. They watched them trotting toward the fridge, pulling out a blender container full of a white, smooth, thick liquid. Hero eyed at it suspiciously.

“What is that thing ?”

“To my knowledge, it is called a smoothie. Soy milk, coconut, pineapple and lemon.”

They opened the lid. It smelled...good. More than that, actually. Hero’s stomach grumbled.

“Can I have a sip if I do the dishes ?”

They expected to be soundly rebuffed, but Villain rolled their eyes and put a large glass before them.

“It’s your ordeal, isn’t it ? Drink it up, idiot. I’ve made it for you.”

“...Oh.”

Hero tried it. Their stomach begrudgingly accepted it.

“Again, my dastardly plan was successful,” said Villain, watching their nemesis emptying the blender glass by glass with satisfaction. “And now, since you’ve foolishly proposed, you shall do the dishes and – what ?”

The last word was squeaked in surprise. Hero had stood up, their face emotionless, and had thrown their arms around them. Villain froze and frowned in their confusion.

“I’m uh – not sure what is happening here,” they said.

“To my knowledge, it is called a hug.”

“That I’ve figured. What I lack is...context ?”

“Yep,” sighed Hero. “We need to talk.”

*

Back to These Two Dorks masterlist.

Or to Hero x Villain Masterlist.

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[igotanidea]

Surprise : Matt Murdock imagine

asked by @v4leoftears as a part of my celebration

A/N: it;s been a while since I wrote for Matt, and damn! It's nice to get back to that :D, words in italics are the the references to the past, at first, and Matt;s thoughs, later.

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„Suprise!”

Matt could barely do as little as open the door to his place when Karen, Foggy and  Y/N jumped out of different furniture and started happily screaming. They have been planning this little birthday party for him for a while now. Even though Y/N was not sure about hiding in the Daredevil’s apartment, her friends convinced her to do so.

“Come on! It’s gonna be fun!” Foggy said

“Unless he goes full vigilante mode and kills us all in a blink of an eye. You do realize he can hear people heartbeats, right? What do you think would be his first reaction upon sensing three of those in his flat?” she scoffed

“You are too modest, my friend. Everyone knows Matt can tell your heart from everyone else’s. It just beats differently, cause he is soooo in love with you” Nelson grinned at poor, blushing girl.

“Stop it , Franklin!”

“Don’t be me mad at me…..”

“I'm not mad!”

“Last time someone used my real name was probably in middle school, so yes, I can tell you are.”

“We can use some nice scent to calm him down” Karen suggested “I don’t think he would become suspicious if he smells the freshly baked cake or something like this. Or maybe we can get some of his favorite takeout?”

“Nah.” Y/N shook her head “it’s his birthday. We are not taking take-out. If anything I am going to prepare something nice from the scratch.”

“Oh, I’m so glad you agreed to this. I was truly worrying you were going to leave us alone with all the preparations.”  

“When did I agree…..?” Y/N trailed, but quickly realized how tricked she was “oh, damn…..”

The three friends had their hands full for the last couple days. The hardest task was probably pretending that they had no clue Matt’s birthday were coming. Even though he was throwing hints left and right.

“I think I should replace my hoodie soon, it seems like it is tearing.” He said one day.

“Really? I know a nice shop with good men’s clothes so I can take you there.” Y/N replied not even looking up from her documents

“I’m running low on medical supplies” he whined on the other

“too many dangerous adventures lately?” Foggy laughed “maybe the devil needs retirement.”

 “I might be taking some time off next Thursday., That’s a special date for me” was probably the most suggestive.

“All right. I’ll write it down so no one forgets and won’t take any clients of yours then.” Karen smiled brightly not catching the bait.

So all that left Matt in sad belief that no one of his friends remembered and made him just a bit more nostalgic than usual. He spoke less and tried to bury himself in the work. The plan was working just perfectly.

The only thing left to do was performing some magic so the three of them could leave the office early on that big day, without making Matt suspicious. Now that, that would be a challenge, no doubts. He was just too… careful and observant. 

But during all those times of being friends with him, Foggy, Karen and Y/n got sneaky and creative as well. Maybe even more than Matt, since, after all, they were the ones who had to keep his identity a secret and come up with excuses for him being late or bruised or disheveled.

So when the next Thursday finally came, miraculously Y/N got sick, Karen found a lead of a new investigation and Foggy had a family emergency. As a result Matt was left alone in the office, sulking, putting on his characteristic sad wet cat expression and getting lost in thoughts. Somewhere around six he gave up completely and with a deep sigh left the office heading straight towards his apartment. Apparently the only thing he could hope for (even on his b-day) was getting into gear and getting beaten up.

Yeah, well. If only he had more faith in his friends.

“SURPRISE!”

“What…..?” his surprised gaze landed somewhere above Y/N’s head, all his posture asking for any kind of explanation. “What…..?”

“Oh, you silly one!” Y/N rushed towards him, enveloping him a tight hug in which he immediately got lost “Please tell me, you did not actually think we forgot about your special day?”

“I….. I kinda did…..”

“You are a man of a little faith, my friend” Foggy laughed, reaching for the paper hat and putting it on Matt’s head.  “We’re gonna party like we did in college.” he added, handing him a bunch of party baloons in different shapes and sizes.

“We weren’t exactly party animals, Foggy.”

“Stop embarrassing us in front of the girls, Murdock!”

“If only that were the only thing that you can get ashamed of” Y/N rolled her eyes and grabbed Matt’s hand leading him inside “stop standing in the threshold birthday boy. There’s more than just some gadgets which were actually Foggy's ideas. ”

“Now you got me worried. I seriously hope you did not set fire in my apartment”

“Idiot!” Y/N smacked his head playfully “use some of your supersenses! Do you smell burnt?”

“Not really.” He smiled lightly “it’s actually pretty nice scent. What did you make?”

“Something special.” Karen grinned, getting the food out the oven “we figured you could actually use some home-cooked meal, instead of take-out again.”

“You shouldn’t have…..”

“Nonsense.” Foggy muttered.

“You, Nelson, have nothing to say in the matter! We made it all from scratch, you just came for the done!”

“Oh, I’m sorry! I brought the presents! That was some heavy lifting”

“Guys!” Karen interrupted Y/N and Foggy’s banter “stop fighting, we should focus on the man of the hour.”

“No, please.” Matt whispered “laugh and bicker all you want. I haven’t had so much laugh and fun in here for a while. It’s just …. nice. Thank you all.”

“Don’t thank us, yet. At least not before tasting and opening the gift.”

“You really shouldn’t have…..”

“Mattie….” Y/N took a step towards him “listen to me” she grabbed his face in her hands and looked him straight into the eyes “you. deserve it. All right? Nod If you understand.” He nodded obediently “don’t you ever think differently, love.”

“Ok, you two lovebirds, come sit and let us eat! I’m hungry!”

“You are always hungry, Foggy!”

“I’m a busy, important man! I’m entitled to be hungry. Can I start now?”

“ NO!” Karen and Y/N yelled in unison

“WHY?!”

“Not before a birthday cake!”

“There’s a birthday cake?” Matt raised his happy, gazeless eyes onto his friends “really?”

“Of course. What’s a b-day party without a cake? Now, here.” The girls put the dessert onto the table and lighted the candles.

“We weren’t sure how old you were, you ancient one….” Foggy joked

“We were actually surprised you lived this long…..” Karen added

“So this is just symbolic number.” Y/N ended the sentence “But the wish is yours to make.”

“I don’t…..”

“Sh! You don’t have to say it outloud. Just think it. It’s all right.”

“All right.” Matt whispered, his eyes glimming a bit as he leaned over the candles and blew them off in the first try.

“Please, I just want them to stay with me like this. I don’t want to be alone ever again”. He though

“Yes!” his friends clapped happily “you made it, it’s gonna come true! Happy birthday, Matt!"

It already did. He closed his eyes, trying to process all those happy feelings bubbling inside him. Thank you, lord. I don’t deserve any of this.

“Finally! Can I eat now?!”

Matthew Murdock never believed he could be happy. He was used to constant pain, fear, guilt and regret.  The feeling on carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders all alone. He was a martyr, who put himself on the cross and forgot how to get down from it. And now? Now all that emptiness that was his best friend, was extruded by laughing, joy and that warming presence of his favorite people – friends and the love of his life. They really were here. Despite everything he did, what he put them thought, they never stopped believing in him, never left him. God, he truly did not deserve them. Their voices, jokes and bantering was exactly what he needed. A reminder that no matter what he was not alone. He smiled lightly, digging into the food. Made just for him. To celebrate him. All the effort they put into that, all the planning and preparations. It was just too much to handle and he started to shake, almost unnoticeably by anyone.

Anyone except Y/N, who sat the closest to him.  

“Matty?” she reassuringly put  a hand on his shoulder throwing him off his reverie “Are you all right?”

“I’m just…. I need a second all right?” he stood up from the table and exit the room, followed by his friends’ surprised gazes. Y/N didn’t even need to think twice when she walked right after him towards the bedroom. Her man was just sitting on the bed, sobbing lightly and that made her blood freeze in her veins.

“Matty?” in a blink of an eye she was by his side, cradling his head and taking all the mixed-up emotions filling him whole “what happened, love? Sh.” She caressed his cheek lovingly “it’s all good. Tell me. I can’t let you go through a mental breakdown tonight. And well, ever. But especially tonight. Tell me, Matt.”

“You’re just all so good to me.” He whispered, hiding face in the crook of her neck “I still can’t process that…”

“Process what, silly? That we love you? That we care about you? That we only want what best for you? Even if sometimes requires tough love?”

“Yes.” He confessed and his confession made her tighten the grip on him

“Good thing we can always remind you.” she smiled and kissed the top of his head

“Thank you, Y/N.”

“Of course. I told you. You deserve it. You are a good person, Matthew Murdock. Stubborn like hell and individualistic, for sure, but deep down, nothing but good.”

‘Can we stay here for a while?” he asked just wanting to be with her until he got back his composure.

“I think….” She trailed, but sudden yelling from the dining room cut her off.

“Are you two gonna come out so Matt can open the presents?!”

“WHO’S BIRTHDAY IS IT, FOGGY?!” Y/N yelled back “WHY DO YOU FEEL THE URGE TO TELL PEOPLE WHAT TO DO IN WHAT ORDER?!”

All Foggy did in response was a happy laugh.

“something tells me he's getting another kind of present there!”

“Shut up, Franklin!” she couldn’t help but blush a bit “what do you say, jubiliarian, shall we get back?”

“Only if you give me your present later…” he smirked and kissed her cheek.

“We’ll see about that…..”  

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[snowwolflover]

A deal is deal

part 9

"Wait, what do you mean? I am taking her seriously about changing my clothes a bit but..." Grace stammered before I cut her off with "No buts, Miss Rae is right. Some of what you have is just flat out not appropriate, Especially for someone like you. I warned you about wearing things like you wore today and you did it again anyway. You also agree to behave and do as your told. Your my little sister now and live with me at the house and I promised to take care of you. You also see Miss Rae like a mother and her and I seem to both think this is what's best for you. We are going to get you all taken care of. This weekend you and I will be going in and changeing your WHOLE wardrobe to something more appropriate, end of story." With that I pat her diaper. It was wired, He eyes looked as if she was sad. Maybe even about to cry but I could see her trying not to let out a smile in the corner of her lips. "Now give me a kiss and let's get the rest of what we need so we can get back, Miss Rae is waiting on us." I said. Grace reached over and gave me a kiss on the cheek and we went over to the store. We Made quick work of the list from Miss Rae and got back on the road.

We pulled back up to the house and started to unload everything. Miss Rae had hired a serving staff for the evening and as we entered we saw them setting everything else up. We dropped off the stuff we just picked up in the kitchen and let them take over. Miss Rae came from the back yard and said hello again and let us know where she was with everything. "Everything down here is taken care of, Go ahead and go check on the children Grace. They are your job for the evening. once they are in bed then you may join the party too if you would like" Miss Rae tells her. I jump right in and add "If your not to tiered and cranky by then, since the party will probably be going on well after your ned bed time little one" Graces mouth fell open at that comment. I kept going and said, "Also before you go why don't you show Miss Rae the new clothes we just got you to start your new wardrobe?" I tell her. Grace is a little reluctant but reaches in the bag and pulled out her new dress and showed it to Miss Rae who looked very happy seeing it, Then Grace pulled out the package of Minnie mouse panties and showed those to her as Well. "Well those look more better then that STRING you had up your butt earlier. Very nice. Ok now run upstairs and take care of the kids" Miss Rae said. As Grace turned around to head up Miss Rae added in "if at any point you need to be changed tonight you come get Tiffany or I and we will take care of it, Don't you dare do that yourself". This made Grace go even faster as if she was running from those words.

Miss Rae looked at me after Grace was gone and told me to come see everything. She walked me out back and we looked at the yard being set up. It looked so amazing, like a royal Galla. After so small talk about the party she then told me "I know today was a long day for everyone, expecilly Grace. I want to help as much as I can. When you have time you may take her shopping and use my card. "Get her a new laptop to replace her lost one, New clothes and anything else she needs. I'll pay for it, no problem. Also since she seems to be fitting in this new role so we'll pick up a new ebony hair brush that you can use to spank her if she gets out of line and some pull ups likes she in now too. I want her to grow up to be a true lady." "Yes ma'am, I can do that. Thank you for your kindness." I tell her. "Also if there is anything you need, Please feel free to get it on me as well. I want to support the soon to be president of my sorority and ""Mother"" to my little nanny." she added with a laugh. "Wait, how do you know about that?" I asked. She looked at me with a smile. "I told you before, I still talk to my sister's. I still live this close to my old school and sorority. I sponsor and donate alot to the house and sorority as a whole. As alumni council we keep our eyes and ears open. Also Flora is a legacy and her mother is a close friend of mine. Flora is my god daughter. They should both be here tonight as well." I couldn't believe I didn't know all this. After everything with the house and I now I'm meet someone who does so much and didn't even know it.

We stood around and talked more about her time with the sorority and things she still does until it was time for her to get ready. "I need to go get changed myself, Why don't you go check on the kids and I'll meet up with you soon. Guest should be arriving soon." She said. I agreed and walked up to the kids space. I stood at the top of the stairs watching as Grace played with them kids for a little bit before I said anything, it was too cute to interrupt. Once I saw a good point I did come all the way in the room and Grace gave me a big hug and introduced me to all the kids. We said hi and talked about there toys and everything. As we were sitting there one of the twins yelled I need to go potty, and ran to the bathroom. The other twin seeming to agree said me too and ran to the room as well. Grace followed right behind them "Ok...ok" she called following them in. I walked slowly behind to see Grace interact with the kids. She got the princess training seat down and in place on the toilet and then helped the first girl, then the second. They washed hands and ran back out. I turned and looked at Grace "It's been a while since you have gone? or are you already wet?" I ask. "I'm not wet" Grace said with her stubborn tone. "Then maybe you need to try and go" I teased. She gave me a look for a minute... "Only because I happen to need to go, Not just because you said it" she grumbled... "Yes Baby" I replied sarcastically. Grace reached to pick up the training seat. "Ah ah ah, Don't." I say stopping her. She just looked back and then pulled down her pants and pull up and sat down. With the bathroom door wide open, her pants and pull up pulled down to her ankles and while sitting on a training potty with me watching she went potty. "Oh such a good girl" I praise her. "Now wash your hands for me." I added.

Grace pulled up her pull up and I reached in and check to make sure it was still dry and then she pulled up her pants and washed her hands before returning to play with the kids and I went back downstairs.

Some of the guest had started to arrive and gather in the backyard. I didn't see anyone I knew yet but I started to wonder and meet people. I was introduceing myself as just a friend of Miss Rae's to everyone, unsure what else to say. The music started to play and the grand door to the back yards opened up and out walked Miss Rae and her husband. She was dressed as Bella from beauty and the beast and he was the beast. They went all out on the costumes and looks amazing. The two made there way down the steps in to the courtyard. Miss Rae was handed a microphone and she made a quick speech to the party thank everyone for being her and wished everyone a good night. They started to greet everyone going around the party. When they made there way around to me Miss Rae stopped and introduced me to her husband, "Tiffany this is my Husband, Ryan. Ryan This is a new friend of mine Tiffany. Shes the one I told you about that from the sorority and she is friends with Grace" . Ryan reached out and took my hand in his and gave the top of my hand a kiss "It's very nice to meet you" he says. "Thank you, it's nice to meet you as well Sir." I said. "Oh no, Just Ryan. please " he corrects me. I nodded my head "absolutely, Thank you Ryan." I corrected. "Where is your drink at?" Miss Rae asks me. "Oh I haven't gotten a chance to get one yet." I tell her. "Oh we can't have that, Ryan go get Tiffany and I a drink. please" She says to her husband. without missing a beat he turns "Yes Miss Rae." he says and leaves to go get drinks. I look over at Miss Rae "Your husband calls you Miss Rae also?" I asked. She smirked a little and said "Yes. Everyone does"

"Come on I want you to meet some people" she tells me as she takes my hand and we start to walk deeper in to the party. We walked around for a little bit meeting several lady's ranging from some who were only a couple of years older then I was to some who were more around my parents age. All of them very nice and very well kept. Most were introduced as Miss in front of there name but some were Lady. I did sneak a moment to ask Miss Rae in between greetings why the all were called Miss or Lady. She simply said it was a dignified way of greating. We did run in to Ryan again and he gave us our drinks before Miss Rae dismissed him to go and socialize. Then we came upon a group of 6 women. Miss Rae brought us in to the group and I looked around. I saw that one of them was Flora. We gave each other a quick hug and said hello before Miss Rae started introducing everyone else. First was Miss Amanda, she was Flora mother or as she was introduced Lady Flora. I could tell right away Miss Amanda was the one who everyone else in the group was looking up to but even she seemed to look to Miss Rae. Then we went down the rest of the lady's. Miss Sharon, Miss Ruth, Miss Sylvia and Lady Anna. The it was time for Miss Rae to introduce me. she told the group "This is Tiffany, She is a current members of the sorority and soon to be president of the house when Lady Flora graduates this year." Everyone clapped at that. "She is already showing great promise and I think might also make a good addition to our world as well" Miss Rae added. everyone seemed very excited at this idea. What did she mean? there world? And what about announcing me is the next president? it hasn't even been brought up to the house yet?

My mind was going a thousand miles a minute at this point but I tried my best to stay calm and just smile. All the lady's got in to small talk and the. Miss Rae's phone rang. She looked down and looked at the message and then simply put her phone back in her pocket. She looked at me and said "Tiff, would you be a dear and go check on the kids for me. Grace says everyone is down and the rooms cleaned up." "Yes Miss Rae, I would be happy too." I said as I started to excuse myself from the group. "I'll go with you if that's ok" Flora spoke up. I need to stretch my legs a bit anyway. For a quick moment I was worried, What if I needed to check or even change Grace? what if she didn't have everything done up there? Miss Rae suddenly spoke up and said "That's perfect, it will give you lady's a chance to talk some more as well." So I accepted and Flora and I started to walk back to the house.

As we walked back to the house I looked at Flora and said "I didn't know you knew Miss Rae". Flora smiled at me and replied "Oh yes I have known Miss Rae for a few years now. After my mother joined the group she had the lady's all over at her house and soon I was introduced to them all. I got to see what being in the group did for her and knew I needed to join when I could. So now I am." "Well that's so great to hear." I said. Truly unsure how to respond to all of this. "What about you, It sounds like you have a good connection to the group now and could be joining very soon, And with Miss Rae's and the group backing you your a sure thing for the next president" Flora added. "Well to be honest I haven't really thought about it yet. I was still focused on the president role and everything else going on. The group seems like so much more right now." I said. Flora laughed a little said "It's fine, I know it's a lot but you'll be ok. I'm here for you to help make sure you have anything you need right now. You are me sister first and foremost." By this point we were reaching the top of the stairs in the house. We made it to the kids playroom and both looked around. Grace was sitting in the couch waiting. "Oh hi Flora, what are you doing here" Grace asks in shock at seeing her with me at the moment." Flora just said "Miss Rae and My family have been friends for a long time."

I walked in the room and looked around a little and yes it looked like everything was cleaned up. I peeked in the bathroom and it was also all cleaned up with the princess potty seat still sitting on the toilet Incase any little ones needed it over night. I came back over to the main room where Grace was now standing and talking to Flora and said "Well sweetie, It looks like you have everything ready. Did you want to come down with us or did you want to go lay down for a while and I can come get you when its time to head back to the house.?" Grace said she would like to come down with us for a while so I agreed and we turned to start walking back. Flora suddenly spoke up "Before we go back you should probably check on her, Tiff". Grace went pale as soon as she heard the words and I turned back to look at Flora "What?" I asked. "It's fine lady's. I don't care about it but you should probably make sure she doesn't need to change or go potty before we head down." She replied so nonchalantly. "How....How did you know" Grace asked. Flora just said "Grace, sweetie I suppose to know about my house. It's fine, I haven't told anyone. Your secret is safe." I reached over and grabbed Graces skirt and lifted in a little and reach for her pull up to check it. It felt dry at the moment so I said "She's right baby, you don't need to worry about anything. You feel dry right now but do you need to go potty?" I asked "Why don't we try to be safe" I added. I grabbed Graces hand and started to walk her to the bathroom. Grace didn't say a word and just followed. I helped her pull down her legs and Pull up and sat her on the potty. See took a second and then made a little tinkle and looked up at me. I check the pull up since it was down, I took the time to check it again, It was a tiny bit wet but still ok. I just gave her a little look and pulled everything back up and had her wash her hands.

The 3 of us started to go back to the party, Grace and I holding hands. when we reached the back door and Grace looked out she had a shocked look on her face at everything. "Wow" she said. We reentered the part and Flora excused herself to talk to some others and Grace and I went on to find Miss Rae. We found her a few minutes later walking around "So how was everything, In order?" Miss Rae asked. "Yes Ma'am, Grace did a great job." Miss Rae smiled happily "That's good, and did our little one need to change?" Miss Rae added. "No ma'am she was fine and I made sure she tried before we came back down" I told her. "Very nice. Well you two enjoy the part" She told us. The rest of the of the night went without incident and we just had some fun at the party. About 2 hours later I could tell Grace was getting tiered and we were going to have a big day tomorrow so I suggested we head home. Grace agreed and we started to head back to the house. On the way back up we found Miss Rae again and let her know that we would be heading out for the evening. She wished us a good night and again thanked us for everything. Grace and I went back in to get out things, we went upstairs to the guest room where we left our bags and grabbed everything. I decided it would be better to change Grace to the dress we got her before going home so she would be more comfy on the ride. We got the maid outfit off and I grabbed the dress. As I turned to put it on her I noticed her pants were a little puffy. I stopped and checked her and she had wet her pull up. "Grace your wet, why didn't you say anything?" I asked her. "Well ummm, I didn't think it was that bad and it just happens we were walking back...I'm sorry" she said. I stopped her and just laid her down. I walked to the other room and grabbed a pull up and came back in. I changed her really quick in to a new pull up and got the dress on her. we stopped and tossed it in the diaper pail on the way out.

We loaded in the car and made our way home. By the time we got there she was asleep in my car. I woke her as much as I could and helped her to our room. I stripped her down to just her diaper and got her in her bed and then got myself changed and in my bed for the night. Tomorrow is going to be a long day.

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Paris Broke My Heart (p.2) | Calum Hood

Pairing: Calum Hood x Reader (she/her)

Summary: A whole year apart. Is there even a chance for Calum and Y/N to be together?

Warning: angst (happy end), fluff, friends to lovers, a bit of cursing and mentioning of alcohol

Word Count: 1 868

Requested: yes and yes

Author’s Note: Read the 1st part here! Without it the story wouldn't really make any sense ♡ I liked the dramatic ending, but I think I like this one better. Hopefully you'll enjoy it, too ♡

Time was making a cruel joke of Calum and Y/N. It wasn’t flying fast like they hoped, on the contrary, it was going extremely slow, torturing day by day. The more weeks were passing by, the more painful it was to be so far from each other.

“How is your new apartment?” the girl called Cal right after landing in Paris and entering her new home. She looked around, having truly no idea how to answer his question. The flat was fine, light and rather spacious. Back to Los Angeles, she dreamed of a normal place to live in, not a small studio with crazy neighbours. However, having a good apartment in Paris did not make her happy. In fact, she didn’t feel anyhow better in another country. The heart was still aching. And Cal’s words “please, don’t go” were still bouncing in her head.

“It’s alright,” Y/N mumbled and bit her lips. “Don’t forget to take care of the plants I gave to you, alright? I worked really hard to keep them alive,” she smiled, but the joy sounded fake.

“Sure, don’t worry.”

He moved the plants to Ashton’s apartment. Cal knew it was pathetic and ridiculous, but even stupid flowers were hurting him, reminding about Y/N. He was angry with himself for letting her go. Other days, if he had too much of alcohol in his blood, he’d be mad at her for ruining everything they had. And that night at the club… She didn’t even talk about it. Did she regret that much?

The first two weeks Y/N was crying every single night, missing her friends, missing Calum. She didn’t regret what had happened between them, however, she hoped it’d have happened much earlier, not few days before her leaving.

Despite some awkwardness in their goodbyes, Calum and Y/N stayed in touch. Or better to say they tried to. The difference in time zones were killing them, it was so much worse comparing with the period when he was on tour. At first, they tried to keep up with their casual messages once a day – when it was morning for her and evening for him – but slowly the texts were shorter and rare. The phone calls became less pleasant and later disappeared at all. After some time, months being in Paris, Y/N got used to her life more or less. At some point she even let the friends know she met a nice guy, and more and more often Calum would see on social media her photos always next to that guy. Few times Cal was thinking to remove Y/N from his following list just to stop seeing her happy face, while he was so devastated. 

“Please, tell me it meant something for you.”

Y/N opened her eyes lazily, but closed them immediately, feeling extremely sleepy. However, recognising the voice on the phone, the girl jumped in bed and glanced at the French boyfriend, lying next to her. Thankfully the guy didn’t wake up from the call.

“Calum,” she whispered and, putting on a first shirt she found in her closet, hurried up to leave the bedroom. “Are you drunk?”

“Is that what matters to you, huh? Only this?”

“It’s night here, Cal, I can’t talk now,” she whispered.

“Sure, you can’t. Is he there? In your bed?”

Y/N clenched a hand into a fist, trying to hold back the tears.

“It’s not your business, Cal.”

“It is mine. It supposed to be mine,” he mumbled and sobbed, feeling like shit. He was drunk, it was a rather normal condition of his lately, on the days off. “You left me, as if I never meant anything to you. How could you? After all… after all we had together…”

“I left you?” Y/N outraged in a whisper, going to the kitchen. “Do you think I wanted to leave so much? But you didn’t say a thing. You didn’t tell if it was important to you that I stay.”

“You sent this application at first place!” he snapped.

“And you never asked why I did that, Calum! I couldn’t stay any longer, it was killing me! You were killing me!” she couldn’t hold back the pain any longer. “I chose this path, because it’s better this way. I’m moving on, and you should, too.”

“So, this is it? You saying you don’t give a damn about what happened in the club, Y/N?”

“It was everything to me,” she said and closed the eyes for a moment. “But it doesn’t matter anymore,” Y/N finished the call and came back to the bedroom, texting Luke on her way to look after Cal as, apparently, he couldn’t do that himself.

Surely Y/N did not stop having feelings for Calum, it’d be naïve to think so. But the life kept going, she knew she needed to halt looking back. They couldn’t be together; Cal didn’t even offer to visit her in Paris or invite to his place for the weekends. He was playing his part again, being all cold and detached from her, and that time the girl decided to let it be.

However, it was rather ignorant for Y/N to believe she could find her happiness with someone else. And even if she didn’t think so, she at least hoped she’d be able to hold on to her imaginary love for a little longer. Just few months passed before saying to the French boyfriend rather trivial “I’m sorry, but I’m in love with my best friend”.

Y/N did not come to LA on winter holidays, she thought it would be for the best. Otherwise, she’d start crying again, would experience the feelings towards Calum even stronger, and it’d broke her completely, irrevocably. She did not visit the city of angels during her days off or other vacations, and Cal did not fly to Paris to see her. Funny enough, both realised pretty soon that they were suffering not because of the distance between them, but simply because of the feelings towards each other.

And the whole year passed just like that, yet it felt like eternity. In spite of that, when Y/N sent Calum the only message about her flying to LA next morning because Paris was not her home, the musician felt like he was back to the past.

To the happy one, where Y/N was not leaving, and he felt like he had all time in the world to be with her. To the time, when they were hiding from rain in some old local store with a gumball machine.

“Look!” she wiped wet hands on soggy jeans and started to search coins in her pockets. Calum was quicker, though, so he put few in the machine, and the girl began filling her mouth with yellow, green and red gums that looked more like some plastic. No matter how passionate Cal could be about the taste of each – he claimed that the red one had a strawberry flavour, the green one was apple-flavoured and the yellow was a lemon – to Y/N they all tasted the same. The tongue was changing its colours like a chameleon, though. The girl gave a blue one to her friend, so he took it by his lips, and they switched places. It was Y/N’s turn to put the coins in the machine, while Calum would catch the gums for himself. 

“It makes my hungry,” he mumbled, trying to chew ten of them at once, while the girl was spending her last coins on few more gumballs.

“Let’s wait a bit longer, the sun is already peeking out of the clouds,” she noticed, and they both glances at the window, which possibly wasn’t washed since the opening of that store. Usually, a summer downpour wouldn’t last long, so they were sure they’d be able to leave the place quite soon.

“I’d die for a cup of tea and some soup now,” the musician giggled and shock his head actively, when Y/N tried to put the last gum in his mouth. “I don’t have a place in there anymore! Y/N!” he laughed and closed the mouth with a palm.

Just few hours after that he wasn’t smiling anymore, finding out the girl was going to Paris for the whole damn year.

Here he was, though, in the airport where he experienced maybe his very first real heartbreak. Calum saw the girl’s sleepy face and smile that would always light up his dark world. Approaching him, she touched a shirt collar first just to make sure Cal was real. They hugged each other tight, closing the eyes and trying to forget the whole year being apart. Y/N was hearing his rushed heartbeat and thinking how stupid she was believing she could stop feeling anything romantic towards her best friend.

“I love you,” she wanted to say, but only whispered. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too,” he said, but thought. “I wish I could just say how much I love you.”

An hour in taxi, and they were home. Her apartment did not really change much, even though it looked a bit alien after such a long absence. 

“Why didn’t you visit?” when superficial conversation was over, the girl could not help asking. She didn’t mean to start a fight, but that question was bothering her for the whole year, and she finally felt brave enough to ask that. 

“I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to come back to LA then,” Cal mumbled quietly, almost whispering.

“You do understand how stupid it sounds, don’t you?”

“What do you want me to say, Y/N?” he smirked. “I just couldn’t come. Couldn’t. You left; you made your choice. I had to accept it.”

Y/N’s eyes filled with tears. She sobbed and shook her head.

Cal swallowed and closed the eyes for a moment.

“I called my ex your name, Y/N.”

“When?...”

“When we were making love,” he chuckled sadly and turned the head towards the girl. “Every night… I was imagining you instead of her,” Calum’s cheeks flared up with a blush. The guy knew how wrong it was, of course, he knew.

“I guess she was very mad,” Y/N looked away, remembering the girl from his old posts. She didn’t buy it even for a slight second and was sure they were dating just for marketing reasons. Yet, she did notice Calum not liking Y/N’s photos where she was in an embrace of her ex. So stupid.

 “I said my ex that I’m in love with you, so he threw away the tickets to Milan. It wasn’t very romantic.”

“I guess I’m sorry.”

“I know you’re not.”

“Of course, I’m not,” he smiled a bit, feeling better for the first time after finding out she got a boyfriend. Ex-boyfriend. “I love you,” Cal said all of a sudden and took her palms in his. “I love you,” he repeated, simply bursting out the secret. The guy was ready to say it over and over again until she’d finally listen. 

 “I can’t believe you’re here. I won’t survive without you next time.”

“There won’t be the next time,” Calum warned and covered her silly lips with his after she replied,

“I love you, too, my best friend.”

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Still unfortunate that Fabricant 100 was axed. I’d just found it not too long ago (like two weeks ago or so) and ended up binging it because I found it decent enough to do so. It was never really all that boring to me either like, it kept me interested despite its problems and I still wanted to see more of it. But it’s over now. Well… I can say that there is no shame in having your manga axed after only 30+ chapters (shit happens) and it doesn’t mean that you’ve failed or have never had the chops to keep your manga running in a popular ass weekly magazine like JUMP, either.

I can point out quite a few positives from the manga at least. For one, the art for F100 remained very fairly consistent throughout it’s short run and it was aesthetically pleasing enough for me to linger on many pages that left me saying stuff like “Ohhhhh, sexyyyyy-“ and “so cool, I need more of this!!!” Like, the mangaka’s art style was very appealing to me right off the bat and I really loved the way that they drew faces and eyes especially. I’ve mentioned this before but I can definitely tell that they’re a fan of JJK because of their style. It’s always nice to see other mangaka be influenced by their fellow peers and friends. This is just my personal observation though but you can really see it in their style (just more polished vs JJK’s more rough look.) not to compare the two but yeah.

The story was pleasant enough for me to keep on pushing without feeling like it was a drag. It’s unfortunately axed to the shadow realms, never to see the light of day again, but I’d still recommend it if you’re just looking for something that is extremely easy to digest in a short period of time. There’s a decent amount of violence (typical for what you’d find in most shounen), some heart stings being pulled ever so slightly, again, great art, and a new fav character who you’ll say deserved so much better than what she’d gotten *cough* 100 *cough* 🚬.

On to my grievances with the story itself. Well… after finishing it (I just read the final chapter a couple of hours ago), I can… sadly understand why it had gotten axed.

For one, I feel as though the plot had been a little too fast paced for the kind of story that it was for it to work? The plot could be easily followed but the story didn’t linger on the world or the characters and their lives enough to fill in the blanks, causing readers to probably not care too much for what was even going on outside of admiring the art and looking at how cool 100 was. Tbh…… Would’ve helped with developing the characters a whole lot better if the mangaka had given themselves more time (it’s JUMP so who knows how much stress they had been most likely under while working on this series.) Fast paced stories CAN work! But I feel like you’d have to be an extremely disciplined, and probably seasoned writer, to pull off such a feat: i.e Fujimoto. Not comparing him to others (it’s unfair, sorry) but he’s pretty much on an entirely separate level when it comes to how he progresses his stories and how he chooses to transition them vs his peers. CSM is handled extremely well in that regard. Sometimes, you just need to slow done your plot, the world, and characters that exist within it in order to better understand where you’d like to take it next. ☠️ Because of this, majority of the characters did fall a bit flat because we got to meet them but we never had the chance to know them as characters outside the one or two chapters they might’ve appeared in just to add a bit of action and raise the stakes of the story. The thing is, the few characters that we did meet were actually pretty alright? They weren’t boring at all to me, they just lacked a lot of importance to the story and felt like place holder for the plot’s transition from point A to point B, to point C, onto D, etc like… they all felt like they were just there to advance a scene pretty much. It would’ve been great to learn more about some of them (the siblings and Luka especially. Felt completely wasted tbh.)

The MC, Ashibi Yao, wasn’t the worst shounen MC at all, either. I felt like he’d been limited as a character though. Like, his family were known to have unnaturally long lifespans for them to just be literal humans, and could all heal themselves from most injuries despite being a completely normal family. The reason for his family’s abilities were later explained in the last couple of chapters of the manga but I felt like there could’ve been more to this? Idk, I guess it wasn’t too bad when I really think about it. But I didn’t find him using his “spark,” (enhanced abilities that the body already holds deep inside or whatever. Since his body is not normal, his healing abilities had been greatly enhanced due to him receiving a spark,) all that interesting if I’m being completely honest. Like, him just jumping around and spilling his blood in any old flashy way like that…? Eh. Would I still like to see him doing this once it hits chapter 100? No way, man. His personality wasn’t too bad though. He had some kind of bite to him and didn’t fall to much into the “uwu, soft boy MC,” category like Tanjirou for example (very boring character archetype, especially if that is all that there is to them personally wise like give me something. Deku had fit this category as well for a short while but I remember enjoying his character regardless because of how quirky he was. I just wanted to root for him ^^. I still care about a couple of BNHA characters even tho I don’t care about the series anymore. Making a character too honest can be a turnoff. You have to give them some kind of personality to go along with their pure heart as well because then otherwise, they’d just end up as your run of the mill, shounen MC who doesn’t stick out at all.) Ashibi was honest and had a good heart but he was out for revenge. And never faltered and instead, put his trust into his will to keep going and 100’s power by his side. Idk, his journey had been short but I was happy for him in the end. He got to live and start his life over at the age of 18. He was a decent MC. The mangaka just needed to give him MORE of the things that he’d already possessed is all. And cooler powers!!!

Tbh, the Fabricants weren’t all that interesting at all… except for 100 (and that one Fabricant who had started to regret what he’d done at the end of his life… would’ve been nice to run into all sorts of different Fabricants who’d probably felt differently about their origin? Maybe they didn’t want to become the “ideal human,” (forgot to mention that this was the main conflict of the manga. All of the Fabricants (false human shaped individuals who’d all been created from the corpses of dead people who’d been bombed 🗿…) had been created by a Doctor who built those very bombs (he felt bad afterwards, blah blah blah, and wanted to make amends for his actions by bringing people with the purest hearts back or whatever. But none of his creations had ever proven successful. Upon bringing a Fabricant to life, he’d immediately reject them, causing each and every Fabricant to immediately feel insecure about their right to be alive if they’re weren’t perfect or what the doctor had wanted. They were all born with the mindset of wanting to become the ideal human being. Each Fabricants strength is based off of the order in which they’d been born. The largest number meaning the strongest. The MC just so happens to travel the world with the Strongest of them all. 100. Who had been the final Fabricant created by the Doctor. She’s kind of everything actually. I think her character was just too big for the story and that she would’ve thrived if the circumstances would have been different. She was pretty much the most interesting character out of the whole story and if the manga wouldn’t have gotten axed, if the story would’ve improved enough for it to continue, I could’ve easily seen her becoming a really popular character across social media. It’s too bad. 😔❤️.

I’m done talking tbh. Would like to say more but it’s over, man. I’d still be interested in reading more of what this mangaka has to offer whenever they do decided to work on something new and hopefully, their next work will become pretty successful. Their art is so nice, it would be a shame to see such a promising mangaka disappear after F100’s axing. I believe in them!

#rambling #fabricant 100 #jinzo ningen 100 #daisuke enoshima #my review lmfao #spoilers included sorry

[superstrangerthings]

I’ll Help You Out

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader, very slight Jason Carver x fem!reader

Summary: Y/N’s boyfriend Jason doesn’t seem to want to make her feel good at all, however, little does she know her best friend Eddie is in love with her and more than willing to help

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: Jason being a dickhead, cheating, dry humping, p in v sex

Author’s note: Thank you anon for the request! I enjoyed writing this one and hope it lives up to your ideas :) Also I changed the ending slightly, I hope you don’t mind 

Another night, another disappointment. You lay in bed with Jason, your head resting on his bare chest, slowly rising and falling with his breaths. He was probably asleep by now; he tended to fall asleep fairly quickly after sex. Which of course didn’t leave any time for him to help you get off at all, because he certainly didn’t make you cum during the ten minutes of sex that you had. 

You felt guilty. Part of you thought that maybe this is the way it was meant to be. You didn’t know any different, as Jason is the first boyfriend you ever had, but then again…the way Eddie, your best friend, talked about it, the girl seems to enjoy it far more. When you and Jason first started going out, you really did like him a lot but your attraction seems to wane every time he fails to pleasure you at all. No foreplay. No helping out after he cums. No sympathy at all. The way he talks to you about it, it’s almost as if he just blames you for your own misfortune.

You got up to head home and stirred Jason from his sleep. 

“Hey babe, where are you going?” He mumbled in his half-asleep state.

“I’m going home so that my mom doesn’t freak out.” You forced a small laugh as you pulled your clothes back on.

“If you stayed a bit longer we could always go again.” He smirked, looking you up and down. 

“I’m not really feeling well…” Before you could even finish, he had interrupted you.

“Awk, come on babe. I’ve told you it’s not my fault that you can’t cum, it’s just the way women’s genetics are.” 

All of a sudden, a shiver of repulsion ran down your spine. “Well, as I said, my mom wants me home.” You said with a slightly harsher tone before turning and walking out the door before he could spout any more shit.

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“He said what?!” Eddie shrieked, followed by a shocked laugh.

“Shh Eddie, the whole school doesn’t need to know about my sex life.” You tried to quieten him, without much avail. 

You were walking towards Eddie’s van, heading to his trailer for some chill time this evening. At this point, it was such a nice break from pointless sex to just sit, talk shit and watch movies with your best friend. 

“That jock thinks of basketball so much that he’s forgotten how the fucking human body works.” He scoffed.

You jumped up into his van and closed the door. “But what if he’s not completely wrong?”

Eddie entered the van and looked at you like you’d just said the Earth was flat. “Are you serious Y/N? Don’t tell me that he’s been melting down your brain into flubber as well.” 

“Some people can’t cum though and maybe I just need to suck it up. Plus if I break up with him, I’ll get torn apart by all of his friends. I don’t really fancy getting bullied.” You dejectedly lowered your head, thinking about the only two miserable outcomes you could see.

“One, getting bullied is better than being with someone who makes you miserable forever.” He was raising a finger with each. “Two, even if you can’t cum, everyone can still feel pleasure in some way and if your sexual partner isn’t prioritising that then their an idiot and an asshole.”

Eddie had all of a sudden got very passionate. Your head was a mess of confusion on what you could do. You’d tried to mention it to Jason goodness knows how many times, but he didn’t seem to think that it was his problem to solve. 

“Bet I could make you feel 100 times better than that jerk ever could.” He half mumbled, probably more to himself than to you really. 

Your cheeks became warm with embarrassment. If he’d said something like that a couple of months ago then you would have been more than happy to take him up on the offer. You’d been friends for years at this point, but you always had a bit of a thing for Eddie. However, you never wanted to ruin your friendship over a feeling that he most definitely didn’t reciprocate.

It wasn’t too long before you pulled up at his trailer and went inside.

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Later that night, the two of you were sitting on Eddie’s bed together, listening to music and chatting away. Your sat cross legged facing him and he leant against the wall. He stretched, causing his shirt to rise up slightly and you couldn’t help but look at the glimpse of stomach that appeared. Thoughts about his previous statement flooded your brain as you desperately tried to block them out.

“I’ve thought of something else to disprove Carver.” Eddie’s comment seemed to come from nowhere. You raised your eyebrows, signalling for him to continue with his comment. “Well, surely you’ve touched yourself, have you ever made yourself feel good doing that?”

The heat returned to your cheeks. “I don’t really bother with that kind of thing.”

Eddie leant forward in disbelief. “ What the fuck does that mean?”

“I just mean, I’m kind of disheartened by all this shit with Jason that I never really bother.” You rubbed the back of your neck nervously. 

“Well that’s just not natural.” He made sure to over-exaggerate his words in a joking fashion. “I could always show you where to start.” Now it was his turn to raise his eyebrows.

You genuinely couldn’t tell if he was joking anymore, so you decided to play along in order to figure it out. “Oh yeah and where would you start?”

“Can I position you in the formal, accepted starting position to begin with?” He reached his arms out. You laughed at his comments but allowed him to position you. He wanted you straddling his lap, but far enough back that you were sitting on his lower thighs and not anywhere too inappropriate. 

“Well I would start by touching you here.” He ran his ever so lightly down the side of your face, moving one hand down your neck and round to rest on the back of your head, playing with your hair. The other hand then traced down your arm and rested on your hip. At this point, an unfamiliar electricity was running through your skin. How could touching feel so good? Without realising, you were gravitating closer to Eddie. 

“Then I would probably strip you down slowly, but-”

“You can take my jumper off.” You realised that sounded far too eager so you qualified with, “You know, for the full effect. I have a shirt underneath.”

Eddie smirked slyly. “Whatever you say.” He gripped the bottom of your jumper, pulling it slowly over your head, making sure to run his knuckles across the skin of your sides the whole way up. Everything now felt like it was too hot, like you needed to get all of these clothes off right away.

“Now, I’d kiss you slowly and deeply, making sure to pull you tightly into my body,” his grip on your hips tightened momentarily before completely letting you go. “But you see, I have an unfortunate conflict of interest in this arrangement.” 

“W-what do you mean?” You were almost trembling with anticipation, even this had lasted longer than a lot of your sexual exploits with Jason. 

“Well Y/L/N, the thing is, you have a boyfriend - issue number one. And the other small issue is that I am madly in love with you, have been for years.”

All the breath caught in your chest. You had no idea how to react. A million thoughts passed through your head; why hadn’t he told you sooner, why was he telling you now, what did you really want? Did you really want to be with someone like Jason for the rest of your life when Eddie made you feel better in a few minutes than Jason has ever made you feel?

You couldn’t think of any way to possibly respond to him so you answered in the only way you knew how to - you kissed him.

After a few wonderful seconds, Eddie broke away. “Woah, Y/N, are you sure you want to do this? I don’t just want to be a mistake you make before you go back to Carver. If you’re doing this, I want to be in it for the whole ride, I want it to be as boyfriend and girlfriend.” 

“I’ve always wanted to be with you Eddie, I just didn’t want to ruin things between us. I can break up with Jason tomorrow, but for now I really need you to continue whatever the fuck you were doing just now.” 

He brought your face close to his again and looked deeply into your eyes. “Seems we were both being idiots all this time.” He smiled and then pulled you back in for another, more passionate kiss.

His hands pulled your hips close, placing your crotches right on top of each other. His erection pressed into your clit, but all your brain could focus on was the feeling of his tongue tangling with your own. It was almost like you didn’t really know how to make yourself feel good, even in this situation where the solution was completely obvious.

When Eddie realised that you weren’t moving he started to guide your hips back and forth on his erection. A gasp fell from your lips as the sensation of friction on your clit sent warm pulsations of pleasure through your body. In no time, you were grinding your own hips down into him.

“Are you feeling good so far?” He asked before gently pecking kisses all over your neck affectionately. 

“I’m feeling way more than good Eddie. I didn’t even know that I could feel this good.” 

“You really weren’t kidding then about Jason and his lack of foreplay.” You sullenly shook your head. Eddie gently held the bottom of your chin and brought your gaze up to meet his. “You’re the most special person I’ve ever met, Y/N, and I’m so glad that I can make you feel good.”

“Thanks Eddie.” You said shyly. “Could you do one last thing for me?”

“Of course, Y/N, anything.”

“Can you please put your dick in me and make me feel even better?” You both grinned at your question.

“Absolutely I can.” 

Moments later, you were both stripped naked and on top of each other once again. You were still straddling his lap, your skin felt so good against his. He gently lifted your hips up so that he could guide his dick towards his entrance.

“Are you sure you don’t need any more foreplay?” 

“Don’t worry Munson, we have plenty of more time for that later.”

“Ok darling,” his smile was so sweet, “you just take as much time as you need.”

And with that, you were sinking down onto his hard dick, each inch feeling better than the last. You made a mental note of how much better it felt whenever you were actually wet and aroused. 

Once you reached the base, both of you let out a moan. You felt so full and yet the stretching was just pleasurable, no pain at all compared to anything that you had tried before. 

When you had settled down slightly, you kissed Eddie deeply while also starting to grind down on his dick, now inside you. This was always something that you wanted to try, but Jason preferred not to. The pleasure emanating from your core was so strong that you almost shuddered with the power of it. His dick was hitting exactly where you needed it to, plus it was so nice and slow and sensual that all the other sensations were only adding to the tension building up inside you. 

One of Eddie’s hands pushed your hips down harder so that he was even deeper inside you. Soft moans were constantly exchanging between your lips, only interrupted by Eddie bringing two fingers up to his mouth and sucking on them. You were confused for a moment, but he just kept looking deep into your eyes. Then you felt it. His fingers pressed circles into your clit as you rode him. Your eyes gravitated towards the back of your head as he continued.

“Look at me while I pleasure you darling.” His voice was deeper than usual when he issued his command, the pleasure of all this clearly getting to him too.

You tried your best to keep eye contact with him, but the stronger the tension inside you got, the harder it was to concentrate. His cheeks were turning a bright shade of pink slowly, a strained look overcoming his brow.

“Are you going to cum?” You asked him.

He ignored your question initially. “Do you think that you could cum for me darling?”

His fingers increased their speed on your clit, pushing you to a new limit that you didn’t even know existed. It felt like something inside you was about to pop, and the faster he went, the closer you got to that final explosion.

You eagerly nodded your head.

“Use your words.”

“I think I’m about to cum.”

He leaned in so close to your ear that you could feel his wet breath touch you. “As soon as you cum, I’m going to cum so deep inside you darling.”

The tension inside you finally reached its limit. Euphoria coursed through every fibre of your body. Eddie made sure that you were well into your orgasm before he let down his own floodgates, cumming long and hard into your convulsing pussy.

Eventually the two of you collapsed into a sweaty tangle on the sheets, grins plastered on your faces.

“I guess I can cum then.” You laughed.

“And if you give me a few minutes to recover, I’ll be more than happy to show you the wonders of shower sex.” Eddie kissed your cheek.

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“Jason, I need to talk to you.” The lunch hall was bustling full of students so you were hoping to chat to him somewhere a bit more private. 

“Yeah, what is it babe?” He was so clueless and it made you feel bad, but this still needed to happen.

“Can we go somewhere a bit quieter please?”

“Just say it here, I can’t be bothered to move. It’s not as if you’re breaking up with me.” He laughed slightly. You remained silent. His head whipped around to look at your face properly. “Right Y/N?” 

You didn’t even know how to respond to that, but before you even got the chance, Jason became irate.

“It’s not because of that stupid little issue that you have going on is it?” He pointed towards your genitals. However, he’d said it loud enough that all the surrounding people had also heard and were now looking between your face and your genitals, probably coming up with a million different things that could be wrong with you.

In a moment of anger you decided to raise your voice as well, because, fuck him. “Actually Jason, it is because you don’t know how to pleasure a woman, and frankly I’d rather be with someone who knows how to make me cum.” And with that, you stood up and walked away.

Jason was clearly speechless as all his friends began to laugh hysterically and mock him for what would surely soon be the talk of the school. You grabbed Eddie’s hand and walked out of the lunch hall without a worry in the world.

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Spell Work And Angels

Pairing: Castiel X Witch!Reader (he/him)

Requested by: @mother-dragon-and-her-hatchlings

Written for: my 300 follower celebration (open)

Warnings: talk of dimension jumping, magic

Word Count: 872

Summary: a powerful spell left Y/N exhausted - especially when pulled back out of it without warning. Cas was right there with him

A/N: look, if I get the opportunity to write happy cuddling, I won't pass it up. Also this one is part of Wings Wednesday (let's give the angels the love they deserve!)

Y/N had been working on the hex for most of the day. It was a tricky relocation spell, specifically constructed to retrieve a long lost book on Lucifer. The problem wasn't the book, no, his life was never that easy. Finding it had been a matter of minutes.

No, what the majority of his power was being needed for, was the moving part. Usually, Y/N could use his standard spell with which he reached through the tissue of the world and pulled. But Lucifer wasn't a complete moron; he had guarded the spicy information with just about every warding Y/N knew and a few that he didn't.

With all of his attention pulled taut on the string that was jumping dimensions, Y/N didn't notice the disturbance inside his own wardings until it was too late.

On the outside, he was uncomfortably vulnerable in his current position - his soul was drifting while his body was sitting on his couch, sweat pants clad legs crossed on the cushions with no way of protecting himself whatsoever. But his wardings were powerful enough to expel any being that wanted to cause him harm.

So when a hand on his knee pulled him back into his flat (Y/N's head felt like a yoyo snapping back into the cruel hand of the child playing with his mind), he allowed himself to merely gasp as he opened his eyes and not pull a knife on the person.

He came face to face with Castiel's deep blue eyes. His eyebrows were furrowed in concern as the angel watched his partner startle back into their reality. "Did I interrupt something critical?"

"It's all good," Y/N assured and gestured for Cas to get up from his knees and on the sofa next to him, "just a little abrupt the jump from Nigeria to over here."

"I apologize," Cas said sincerely; his eyes followed Y/N's hands while they were moving between them restlessly, "is there something I can do to ease the whiplash?"

His brain felt like coughed up jello and all of his bones were vibrating distantly so the offer sounded heaven sent. Which - if he took it literally - it was. Y/N decided that he could indulge himself a little bit. He was doing a significant part for the good side so why not reap a few of the advantages?

"Some comfort would be nice."

The words had not yet completely been spoken when Cas was already readjusting them gently, his arms wrapped around Y/N's middle to pull him closer. For once, he let it happen without trying to give something back, he simply let Cas offer him the safety of his body and dropped his head on the angel's shoulder. A moment later, Y/N was all but buried in the hug, one knee pulled up over Castiel's thighs.

He could feel Cas taking a deliberate breath before the words physically vibrated through him. "What were you working on this time?"

"Finding Lucifer's handbook and getting it back," he didn't raise his head to talk so his voice was muffled by the trenchcoat in his mouth, "damn thing is buried in enochian spell work I can't get through. I didn't even know that you guys used witch magic back then."

"It was and is really rare among the angels," Cas amended and pushed one hand under his shirt to draw slow circled on his exposed back, "but all the more powerful if combined with grace. We can have a look at it together later?"

"That would be perfect."

Castiel nodded silently and returned his attention to the cramping muscles under his fingers. With a few simple touches he pushed the tension out of them and only left a trace of a warmth Y/N could only compare to an evening fallen asleep next to the fireplace. Probably a trace of grace.

While they were lying there, enjoying the company of the other, Y/N's mind was drifting again. Back to all the times Cas was right there for him, be it a spell that drained him completely like now or a subtle touch whenever the Winchesters got too much and Y/N felt like hiding some of the nastier hex bags in the Impala. Always at his side, always with a half smile that would transform into a full blown grin whenever Y/N returned his affections.

He tipped his head to the side and pressed kisses to Castiel's jaw until he tilted his head to look down at Y/N in question.

"You're the best thing to ever happen to me, you know that?" Y/N said and kissed the side of his chin.

With his lips still lingering, he could feel the smile curling Cas' mouth upwards. "And you are to me."

"It's good that I love you then," Y/N joked and shuffled up into a sitting position.

Not that he was giving up any of the physical contact though. He simply pulled Castiel with him until he was the one leaning onto Y/N. Angels weren't plagued with back pain so Y/N decided to use that fact in favour of his own and stretched until his joints cracked.

Castiel chuckled and raised his chin. "Now that we established that, may I kiss you?"

"Please do."

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Swing

Chapter Two: The Coming Out-siders

“Explain. Now.” Robin says, bursting through Steve’s front door and making a beeline for his living room. “Well hello to you too, Robin. I’m fine, how are you? That’s nice, why don’t you come in and sit down.” He mumbles to himself as he plops down in the chair across from Robin. “I know for a FACT that Eddie Munson has not, does not, and will not ever have a girlfriend. I also know that you two have been spending more time together since he got out of the hospital. I also, also know that you haven’t even tried flirting with any of the ‘ladies’ that have come into the store since we went back to work. But, I also, also, ALSO know that if you had some sort of homosexual awakening that you would tell me, your best friend who is also gay, FIRST!” The room is silent as Robin finishes her rampage and leans back in her chair crossing her arms. Steve is perching on the edge of his chair, eyes darting around the room contemplating if now is a good time to tell her or if Eddie would even be okay with telling Robin right now. “Okay-” Steve starts before Robin can jump to her feet, “I knew it!” she screamed. “I knew there was no way that Eddie would willingly date a girl. But what I didn’t see coming was you getting jealous of his new date.” She says, wiggling her eyebrows in Steve’s direction. “What? Jealous?” It was Steve’s turn to jump out of his chair, placing his hands on Robin’s shoulders to stop her from bouncing and pacing that would eventually make Steve dizzy. “Yeah, you’ve been super weird for the past month and Dustin said that every time he’s called Eddie in the past month, Wayne has said he’s been busy with his date. Then last night, when you went to get another drink, El said that you were upset cause you were jealous. And you know that she has some sort of freaky 6th sense when it comes to this stuff because that’s why she dumped Mike.” Steve gave a wrap-it-up motion with his hand to let Robin know that she better get to the point quickly. “So,” she took in a deep breath and Steve ran a hand over his face in preparation for more rambling, “when did you realize you had a big gay crush on Eddie? I realized it right after he called you ‘big boy’ in the RV and it looked like your brain short-circuited . But I have got to say, the little story you told Nancy about wanting six kids with her did throw me off a little bit-""Woah, woah, woah!” Steve waved his hands in front of her until she finally stopped talking and stood in front of him panting like she had just run a marathon. “So everyone thinks Eddie has a girlfriend and that I’m jealous?” Robin gives him a flat stare, “Were you not listening to a thing I was saying?” She asks, flopping down into the chair to get comfortable so she can tell Steve the whole story once again. 

After a painful 20 minutes of Robin laying out everything that happened when Steve left the room, plus her “study” of how he and Eddie acted around each other she finally came to the conclusion, “you aren’t jealous because Eddie has a girlfriend! You’re jealous, because he has a boyfriend!” She jumps up pointing an accusing finger in Steve’s direction as he now lays across the sofa. There’s a long pause before, “You’re right,” he sighs, flinging an arm across his face, “I totally have a huge crush on Eddie.” Technically it isn’t a lie and this is the closest he can get to telling the truth right now. 

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When Steve and Eddie first made their relationship official, they wanted to keep it secret for more reasons than just waiting for life to get back to as normal as it can be. For one, telling everyone they were dating would mean Steve would have to come out to everyone all at once. He had known he was bisexual for a while now, but that didn’t mean he was ready to parade that information around. Telling the party also meant telling Nancy and for some reason Steve’s stomach always turned at the thought. Just imagining it made him feel like he was about to get in trouble or like he did something wrong. He couldn’t tell Nancy in front of everyone else, if she was going to judge him, Steve wanted her to get all her thoughts out in private and not in front of the rest of their friends. Another reason they kept it secret is because Eddie wanted Steve to himself for just a little. They already don’t get to spend much time together. Steve is always at work it seems and when he isn’t, there is always someone else around. Party movie nights, random get togethers at Steve’s pool, Robin and Nancy coming over for game night, Eddie’s band practices and gigs, or D&D campaigns running late into the night. Even when Steve stayed the night with Eddie, most of the time was spent sleeping or talking each other down from the nightmares that seemed to be getting worse. They couldn’t get more than 2 or 3 hours to themselves. If anyone knew they were dating there would be too many questions and too many people looking at them, watching to see how they move and talk with each other to figure out how they didn’t notice before. They also knew that telling the party meant that their relationship would become an excuse for people (mostly Dustin) to get them to do things. For example, they know that the first thing Dustin is going to ask is, “So does this mean you’ll start playing D&D with us? You have to play, your boyfriend is the Dungeon Master, you have to play!” and Mike will make a snide comment along the lines of, “Does this mean you’re going to start ditching us now for Steve’s lame sports stuff?” Nancy and Robin will tell Steve, “you can bring Eddie! It’ll be fun!” when they try to convince him to drive them to a party that they know will not be fun for a gay couple in Hawkins. But they promised each other that if things weren’t back to normal, and they were still together, that they would tell everyone in August and the end of summer party the Hopper-Byer’s were throwing. It gave Eddie some time to soak up as much alone time with Steve as he could and mentally prepare himself for when Dustin forces Steve to sit in on a D&D campaign. And it gave Steve plenty of time to come out to Robin and enough time to talk to Nancy alone. 

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“I knew it!” Robin screamed, her eyes going wide at Steve’s little confession. “How long have you known?” she asks, sitting down on the sofa with Steve, lifting his legs so they rest on her lap. “That I’m not straight or that I like Eddie?” he starts, “Cause I’ve known I wasn’t straight ever since you showed me Rocky Horror Picture Show last summer.” He trails off as Robin’s jaw drops and she gives his shins a playful hit. “Rocky Horror was your sexual awakening?!” “Well, I think technically it was Tom Cruise and Matt Dillon in ‘the Outsiders’, but yeah Rocky Horror really made everything click.” Robin nods her head as she lets the information sink in. “Makes sense then,” she starts, when she doesn’t finish her though Steve knits his brows together and motions for her to explain, “well Eddie looks pretty much like Dallas, just with longer hair.” She snickers. Steve starts laughing too, thinking back on how the ‘bad boy’ vibe of Dillon’s character is exactly what made Steve like him so much and realizing that his first male celebrity crush and his current boyfriend might have something in common. He lets his laugh build the more he thinks about it and Robin just laughs along with him until she’s clutching her sides and Steve is wiping a tear away from the corner of his eye.

“Well I’m happy for you Steve,” she says in earnest, taking one of his hands in her own, “I mean, it sucks that the first time you like a guy he starts dating someone else. But look on the bright side, at least you know he likes guys!” “Yeah,” Steve sighs, wistfully, trying to keep up the act of being slightly heartbroken. “So who is he dating anyway? I bet it’s one of the guys from Hellfire. Ohhh, I bet it’s Gareth! He’s always following Eddie around and looking at him with those big puppy dog eyes and listening to him like everything he says is some huge revelation that no one ever thought of before.” She starts to laugh again, but Steve cuts in, “No way! Like Eddie would ever go for a guy like him!” Okay so maybe he was a little too quick and a little too pushy at the idea of Gareth liking Eddie or vice versa, but it’s his boyfriend we’re talking about! “Jeez,” Robin says, backing off and quieting her voice a little at seeing how touchy he is about the subject, “so you don’t know who it is?” “Uhh-nope.” Steve shrugs as he pulls himself on the sofa to grab a drink from the kitchen. “All I know is that Wayne tells me the same thing he tells Dustin every time he calls.” Steve shouts from the kitchen, hoping that his lie is a little more believable now that he doesn’t have to look Robin in the eyes. Robin waits for him to come back to the living room before asking, “so then how do you know it’s a guy if all Wayne says is ‘he is on a date’?” Shit. Shit. Shit. “He told me?” It came out more like a question, but Steve wasn’t good at making this stuff up and he especially couldn’t lie to Robin’s face. “He just told you?” She levels Steve with a glare. “Don’t give me that look!” He defends, “You just told me, remember?” “Yeah, Steve, that’s different! You told me you liked me and we were on some crazy Russian drug cocktail and my mouth moves faster than my brain anyway!”Robin states, defending herself a little. “Maybe we were on drugs too when he told me,” Steve counters, “maybe I went over to his place one night when I couldn’t sleep and we smoked a joint or two and he came out to me!” Again, technically not a lie, he just wasn’t going to include the fact that Steve came out to Eddie and then the night ended with them making-out and placing hickeys where they wouldn’t be seen. Robin narrowed her eyes and bit her lip as she tried to soak in the new information and weigh out just how plausible it was. “That does sound like Eddie,” She says slowly nodding her head, “but he didn’t tell you who the guy is?” she whines, flopping her hands at her sides. “Nope,” Steve pops the p in the word as he sits back down next to Robin, handing her a can of soda he grabbed in the kitchen. He can practically see the gears turning in her head as she tries to figure out the puzzle with the few pieces laid before her. Finally, she looks up at Steve and asks, “Wanna order a pizza and watch The Outsiders?” Steve sighs and lets his shoulders relax a little at the hope that the conversation is over and they can move on to just hanging out. “Sounds great, Robs.” 

He starts to make his way to the phone to call in their usual pizza order. “You should invite Eddie over too,” she shouts from her spot in front of the VHS display case, “maybe we can get him to tell us who ‘mystery man’ is.” This is the worst idea in the world, Steve thinks. “Great idea, I’ll give him a call after this,” Steve shouts back. Usually, Steve crosses his fingers hoping that Eddie would pick up or be home every time he called, but now he was secretly praying that Eddie was out at a last minute band practice or out making a deal or that Wayne needed him at the apartment for something, anything that meant he couldn’t come over. But, after only two rings, Steve’s ears are graced with Eddie’s smooth voice, “Munson residence, what can you do for me?” Well, shit. “Hey, Eddie-'' Steve starts, hoping to fill him in on the situation before Robin can come closer and overhear anything, “Stevie! I guess I should be asking what can I do for you,” he asks seductively at the same time Robin walks into the kitchen. She leans on the wall on the other side of the phone, facing Steve. “Is he coming?” she mouths and Steve holds up his pointer finger telling her to wait a moment before placing his hand on his hip. “Ha ha Eddie, that is so funny,” he deadpans, trying to signal to Eddie that now isn’t the time without Robin thinking anything is out of the ordinary, “I was just calling to see if you wanted to come over and watch a movie with Robin and I, we ordered pizza and it should get here by the time you do.” “And don’t say that you’re going out with your boyfriend, Eddie!” Robin shouts into the phone’s mouthpiece and essentially into Steve’s ear. “Ouch!” Steve says, covering his ear for dramatic effect. “That I’m what?” Eddie laughs through the phone. “Yes, Eddie. Robin figured out about your mystery boyfriend,” Steve emphasizes the word mystery as he continues, “she was hoping that we could bribe you with pizza and you would tell us more about him.” “You weren’t supposed to tell him about the bribe!” Robin huffs as she swats Steve’s arm and marches her way back into the living room. “Look,” Steve whispers into the phone while he has a chance, “I didn’t tell her we’re together. She thinks I’ve been acting weird because I like you and I’m jealous you have a boyfriend and she doesn’t realize that the whole reason I’m acting weird is because you are my boyfriend so can you please get over here and make it sound like you hate your fake boyfriend and that you’re going to break up with him so she stops bringing it up!” All of his words started mumbling together at some point and Steve hopes that Eddie can put two and two together himself without Steve having to explain any more. There is a long pause on the line before Eddie answers, “So what movie are we watching?” Steve huffs out a sigh of relief, “The Outsiders.”

#steddie #steve harrington #steve stranger things #steve x eddie #eddie stranger things #eddie munson #robin buckley

[ellieshairtye]

So sorry, sent the ask before I could finish. An Abby x reader modern au, where they work at the same place and constantly flirt with each other? Maybe everyone has placed bets on whose gonna confess first?

Bets? || Abby Anderson

Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader

Warnings: a little bit of swearing.

A/N: I’m so used to doing fantasy so I’m excited to do my first modern fanfic, I’m not 100% happy with how this came out because it’s not what I’m used to writing but I hope it’s at least alright lmao <3

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Waking up 5 days a week from this stupid alarm is killing me, but duty calls and as a college professor, but it’s Monday and I don’t wanna deal with angry somewhat adults. After a lot of arguments with myself I finally get up and get ready.

First jumping into my shower washing any sleep away from me before washing my face and brushing my teeth, once I get out of the shower I wrap a towel around me before putting moisturiser on my face and other parts of my body before finally picking out what I should wear and decided to go with a simple summer dress and some cute heeled flats once happy I let my hair hang loosely down my back and put some perfume.

I checked over myself a couple of times before smiling to myself, grabbing my keys and heading out the door to my car and driving to the school making a quick stop at the local coffee shop to get a nice warm beverage.

Once I parked my car I was headed straight to my classroom until a familiar voice called my name. “Y/n- wait, how the fuck do you walk so fast!” I turn to see the one and only Abby Anderson I give her a smile that she returns finally catching up with me. “Hello, abby, how are you on this fine morning?” I ask moving closer to her so our arms are touching.

She looks down at me with a blush before smiling. “Better now that I get to see you,” I let out a light giggle and stop walking making her do the same. “You always say that, how could I make your morning good,” I ask her. She looks at me before looking down at my hands and grabbing them. “You could make it even better,” she said shyly. “How so?”

Abby might look mean and scary but the woman is truly a sweetheart so seeing her look so nervous is the cutest thing ever to me. “Abby?” He looks at me before apologising. “Abby, babe, what’s on your mind?” She looks at me with awe before pulling a just a little bit closer. “That right there, you are so perfect, and I wanna ask you something but you have to Promise not to laugh at me.”

I look at her in all seriousness. “Babe, I would never laugh at you, only when you make those silly dad jokes.” I reassured the taller woman with a smile. She smiles before whispering a few okays. “Okay, so, I wanted to ask you if- well- would you want to maybe- Umm, go to dinner with me?” At this point she started rambling how if I didn’t want to it was okay.

I just watch her with a smile on my face before she started apologising and was about to walk away, I pulled her arm making her look at me for a second before gently putting my hand on her jaw before pulling her face towards mine, she quickly takes over by grabbing my waist and putting her lips onto mine, it was gentle but a little rough at the same time it was nice.

I’m not sure how long we had been in that position but next thing we new i group of round 8 kids started cheering I quickly turn we see them while turning a deep shade of red “ you owe me 15 bucks jack,” Delilah said laughing at the boy, before we new it they were all trading cards, money god even fucking lipglosses with each other.

I turn to Abby my horrified face looking at her smug one. “D- did you know they were getting on us?” I ask with my jaw wide open. She looked at my face and chuckled. “Yep, even some of the stuff made their bets as well.”

Looking back it still makes us laugh I’m so great full to have met a great woman that soon turned into my wife before the mother of our children, I wouldn’t want it any other way I love her and nothing will ever change that.

#abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby tlou #the last of us #tlou2

[pbandjesse]

Today was surprisingly cold and rainy. It is nice that it actually felt seasonal and not confusingly, and concerningly, warm. And despite it being so cold and wet I had a nice day and mostly was toasty inside.

I slept alright last night. Falling asleep was a little easier. And I slept pretty well. I woke up right before my alarm.

I got dressed and felt pretty good. I did not like my hair today. It feels very flat. I miss having curls. I don't know where to go anymore because the place I had gone before has raised their prices so much I can't afford it. But I'm not sure how to find a hairdresser. I am just trying to grow my hair out right now but the flatness makes me feel a little self conscious.

James was having breakfast and packed me a little lunch. They would drive me to camp today so they could go take our car for an oil change.

It was a nice drive. I was surprised how cold it was, it wasn't raining yet though. I wore my big puffy coat that I love so much. I was very cozy.

James took us up to the art building to drop some stuff off. It was to cold in there to put things away, but at least it's up there for later.

James drove me down to the office. Came inside for a few minutes. Promised me they would be safe. And then said goodbye.

It started to rain not long after they left. But I was safely inside. I had lots to do.

But the office was messy. So I focused on putting things away and organizing. I found a green fanny pack and remembered Jorge had said he wanted that color and we never get it anymore. So I messaged him to make sure I wasn't remembering wrong but I was correct and he seemed very happy about it. We chatted for a bit and I encouraged him to be specialty staff next summer. He said that sounds scary but would consider it.

There was lot of focus on next summer today. Once everyone else, sans Elizabeth, came in there was lots of talk about returning staff surveys and schedules and programs.

So after I sorted some books for the different villages, I started working on tackling the schedule.

This ended up being way harder then I anticipated. Like I knew it would be hard but it ended up being all I worked on for the rest of the day. I didn't even finish! It ended up being really tough.

But it was fun. Having a project that was so intense. I am most of the way through this first draft but man. Juggling overnight and day camp is rough!! Like if it was one or the other it would be fine but man. But enough hours in the day for sure.

First I tried doing all the overnight. But then it didn't work with day camp. So since their day is shorter I switched to focusing on them and that went a lot better. A lot more streamlined.

James would let me know that the oil change, tire rotation, filter change, and new wiper blades, took less then an hour. Amazing. So they went home to read and do some stuff at the house. And would head to get me after stopping at the grocery store for a few things we weren't able to get for Thanksgiving. And then headed to me.

I would work up until they came to get me. I would stop for a little lunch. I discovered I only really like yellow peppers. Alexi had me try and orange one, since I hated the red one I brought, and I was just not into it. Good to know about myself.

When James got there I finished up in a good spot so tomorrow, while I'm working at home, I will have a good spot to jump into. And then we were off.

I was very surprised how cold it was. And how hard it was raining. It didn't seem to be raining that hard when I was inside. We got to the car and headed home. Slowly. Because the rain and heavy in the highway.

I started not feeling amazing while we were driving home. The grey made me feel tired, and I had had no protein today. So I was a little woozy.

When we got back here James made us popcorn. And the snack helped while we waited for pasta dinner to be done.

But I just spent the evening on the couch. I changed into a big sweater. And got cozy with sweetp.

After dinner I would eventually get up to vacuum up some more snails. But I was mostly just chilling and watching videos. Eventually James came and laid in bed with me to watch videos and laugh and cuddle for a while. It has been a sleepy evening and it's just been nice.

I took a shower but decided I would wash my hair tomorrow. I am going to work at home. I hope to make more work on this schedule and then Alexi asked me to start designing a holiday card and think up a patch design to give to the couples that frt married at camp. So cute. I'm excited to get to do more design stuff.

I hope you all sleep well tonight and have a cozy day tomorrow. I love you all. Goodnight!!

[hermesserpent-stuff]

Quentin and Montana hang out.

Montana had grown quite used to walking into rooms and finding Quentin stretching in the oddest of ways while doing other tasks. Reading a book? Quentin sits with one knee under his chin and the other stretched to the side. Working on blueprints in his room? Upside down and hanging off the bed. Montana found it a little funny that Peter would often emulate the man with a little more flexibility. 

So he is entirely unsurprised when walking into the living room to see Quentin doing a front half split while reading a book. Quentin looks up at him and Montana raises an eyebrow. 

“You busy?”

The cowboy asks and Quentin tilts his head.

“Not really. I mean. Just trying to finish a book.”

He holds up a copy of a book Montana vaguely remembers from high school.

“Catcher in the Rye? I remember hatin’ that book.”

“Oh, me too.”

“Then why are you reading it?”

“Re-reading in truth. And it’s to be able to talk to Harry about it. He has to read it for school. It seems to appeal to him so I'm trying to be nice about it.”

“Ah, so that's why Peter’s been complaining this last week about English class.”

Montana says with a small hum. Quentin nods with a scrunched nose.

“Oh yeah. They have another two weeks of the book. But disregarding that whole tirade, why were you asking?”

“Uh.” 

In reality, Montana had not really been thinking of anything in particular. But now, presented with the idea that Quentin is free, his mind turns to figuring out something to do. The other two Enforcers are each busy with their own thing. Peter is out doing something, presumably homework, or more likely Spider-man things. Staying in could be fine, but Montana has an idea that slips out.

“Want to learn how to lasso?”

Montana just about takes it back. But then Quentin is jumping up and smiling so brightly that he cannot find himself willing to try to back out of it now. 

“Yes! Can we learn here? Do we need to go out?”

“Me and the Enforcers have a warehouse…”

And Quentin is gone, vanishing back to his room only to return a few minutes later fully dressed and ready to go. He links arms with Montana and starts pulling him towards the door. Montana laughs as he is dragged. 

“You don't even know where you’re going, Quentin.”

--

Montana has to admit that Quentin had taken to the lasso fairly quick. Dan had seriously struggled to have the rope swing correctly around his head. And Ox had simply refused to try to learn. What Quentin was having trouble with was the throwing.

“Hold up there partner. I think I can see your problem.”

Quentin stills as Montana takes the lasso from him and starts twirling it. He then speaks.

“It's not like throwing a ball. Or one of your smoke bombs. It is more like releasing at the peak of the circle. Similar motion. But more slide.”

He demonstrates while Quentin watches closely. 

“Ah. Okay. It did feel off.”

Montana collects the lasso and hands it over. Quentin begins the circling motion again and then releases the rope. It hooks over the fake steer's horns and the illusionist jumps up with a cheer.

“YES!”

Quentin glows as Montana gives a nod.

“Very good Quentin.”

He then stumbles back a little bit when Quentin suddenly hugs him violently. The illusionist then hops back and gathers up the rope.

“This is awesome. I'm adding it to my resume, I don't care if I only did it once.”

Quentin says giddily. 

“Oh, I'm sure you can do it more than once.”

Montana straightens his hat as he speaks. He watches as Quentin repeats the move multiple times, each time better than the last. Then Quentin turns to Montana with eyes that are a little too intense and analyzing. 

“I've seen people walk through their lassos. Can you do that?”

Montana feels a bit like a show pony trotting out in front of judges as he takes the lasso back.

“I can do some trick roping. I'll show you the flat loop and wedding ring. Though the butterfly looks a might more impressive.”

He measures out an arm's length of spoke in the rope and starts spinning the loop. He rotates it in front of himself and lets it spin for a moment before hopping in and winding the rope upwards and then dropping it and hopping back out. He swirls it in front of himself in the butterfly pattern. He then lets the spoke shorten a little and starts jumping through the loop as it slides side to side over his body.

He then loops it back up and then holds out the rope to Quentin, explaining how to hop into the flat loop. It takes Quentin a few times but the illusionist soon gets it and looks extremely pleased with himself as the lasso rises up above his head, circling around his body. Quentin then lowers it and hops out, able to keep the spin going.

“Oh, that is fun!”

“Sure is.”

Montana checks his watch and is quite surprised to see how late it is.

“Say, it's gettin’ late, wanna grab some grub on the way home.”

“Oh my gosh, you are such a cowboy.”

Quentin gives a delighted laugh as he circles up the rope and hands it back to Montana. Montana huffs with a tilted smile.

“That don’t answer my question, Quentin. You want food or do you want me to abandon you and find food on my own.”

He teases as he starts walking towards the door.

“No! I want food. I want food! Please dont leave me.”

Quentin rushes after him and grabs his elbow. 

“Alright. What do you want to eat?”

Montana lets Quentin take point, allowing the illusionist to start pulling him.

“Ooh, I know a great place a few blocks from here! I think you would like the food. It's Italian.”

“Lead the way, Quentin.”

#spider nephew au #tssm montana #tssm shocker #tssm mysterio #tssm quentin beck #tssm #hermes speaks #Youtube

[skylarmoon71]

Savitar (Flash) : Fanfiction - Chapter 5

Since the team agreed to give this a chance, you decided that maybe a trip out of state would be beneficial. You needed to visit someone, and you couldn’t just leave him with the others at Star Labs knowing how they felt.

“Tell me again why we’re here.”

Washington was the first stop. Mainly because you have family there and you need to get Savitar to begin small. So right now volunteering at a shelter is the best place for him.

He adjusts the baseball cap on his head, not truly making eye contact with anyone.

He hands a couple clothes, glaring in your direction.

“I can run faster than a bullet. My abilities could be used in a much better way.

He gives another coat, and you smile at the man, turning back to Savitar.

“Is this really not awakening anything?”

“Not a thing.” His expression is flat. You should have expected as much. Still, it was nice to hope.

“You have all of Barry’s memories, so you know how I was raised.” Savitar expression changes for a second.

“I know.”

You nod.

“As someone who knows what it’s like to lose a family, I can tell you it’s hard when you have to depend on people you don’t know. It’s dangerous to put your life in the hands of people who don’t give a crap about what happens to you. That’s why it’s important to do this. It may not seem like much, but people do appreciate this.”

He’s a bit quiet now.

For a next minute or so, he hands out the clothes with a less threatening look to the people coming in. You smile to yourself.

“I didn’t mean to guilt trip you.”

“Of course you did.”

You giggle.

“I’m glad it worked.

He sends you that glare that you can’t help but find cute on his face.

“You know you don’t intimidate me right?”

“I still don’t get why that is.”

“Maybe I’m just that brave.” You boast.

“Or stupid.”

“You really are bad at being nice.”

“Sue me.”

“If you were a registered citizen I would.”

“How unfortunate.”

The back and forth banter continues until around lunch. You help pack up some of the empty boxes that you’ve stacked up. Bidding goodbye to the workers at the shelter. Your eyes drift over your watch.

“We’re going to be late! Let’s go.”

You’re doing a sprint walk out of the building. Savitar just casually follows behind in stride.

“What exactly are we going to be late for?”

“You’ll see when we get there.”

He should have taken that as the sign that he wouldn’t like the surprise awaiting him. Because you made it to lunch just in time. Both of you entered and there was already a woman there wearing the most colorful outfit he’d ever seen. For a moment he contemplated that she was attacked by a three year old.

“(Y/N)!!”

Even her voice was peppy.

“I’m out.” 

He tried to make a run for it, but you grabbed his arm, hooking it with yours, sporting a smile.

“Oh no you don’t.” You whispered.

You basically yanked him forward.

“Garcia!!” 

Your voice was equally as elated and Savitar briefly contemplated jumping out the window. You rushed to give her a hug and you both did that little squeal jump thing he’d seen in teen movies.

It was getting worse by the second. When you both finally disconnected, she set her sights on him.

“Who is this handsome man, you didn’t tell me you had a boyfriend.”

You laughed.

“This is my friend Sav- Uhh Savi! Savi Allen!”

You covered it.

He sent you the most spiteful look and you just cleared your throat as you all took a seat.

“Nice to meet you Mr. Allen. Thank you for taking care of my best friend.”

He can already tell this is not going to be his day. 

#savitar #flash #villains #heroes #care #family #change #savitarxreader #understanding #feelings #humor #speed