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selarina · 9 months

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-> Suna Rintaro x Fem!Reader

Chapter 1: The Night of the Party

Summary: At a band's afterparty, the protagonist's protective instincts kick in when their younger sister encounters Suna Rintaro, the band's guitarist.

Content Warnings: celebrity au, rockstar!suna rintaro, actress!reader, reader has a sister, afterparty scene, alcohol, implied/referenced drug use, fluff, tension, eventual smut

Word Count: 2.9k words

Author's Note: Yes, the title is from Taylor Swift's 1989. Anyway, @renardiererin asked and I had to deliver <3

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Your eyes take in the scene, a bunch of people sprawled on the couch, empty bottles of alcohol lined up on a pool table, and said pool table is adjoined to a torn net. You see a couple on the verge of getting to places you didn’t necessarily want to witness alongside your sister so you decide that going upstairs might be more than ideal, especially for your sister. You might even meet a bunch of people on the balcony above where you can find sober people to talk to.

Your sister is due to go college in a few months and this scene isn't exactly one she is familiar with. You decide that this scene is alarmingly akin to a college party, except you’re all wearing fancier branded clothing this time.

You look up towards the stairs leading into a calmer environment and upon getting a closer look, you smile. You can't help but notice the high chandelier that looks rather misplaced in the center of this scene, but again so does most of the modern decor clashing oddly against the inherent gothic features of the house.

The two of you find yourselves a drink first. You settle for orange juice, since you’re tired enough today as is. Plus, you’re with your sister this time. She doesn’t usually accompany you to these parties, and honestly, you don’t either, not if you don’t already know a person or two who are sure to be attending. That way you can piggyback off them, using them as a social lubricant.

“I’ll be back,” you tell your sister since you want to pee, and you swivel through the crowd. A few of them recognize you, and you have to stop to greet them. You keep it briefly because you still really want to pee.

While you're washing your hands, you hear a distant sound of commotion. You can't tell what’s happening, but you decide it's better to hurry up than leave your sister to witness whatever may be taking place, all alone.

You're not usually this on edge or this protective, even if your sister suggests otherwise. But, you only brought her here to attend some band's album launch afterparty because she begged and begged and begged, and so you relented like you always do. And it's her birthday, you think. Who would you be if you didn't make your sister happy on her birthday?

You sigh, discarding the tissue as you walk outside.

The people have gotten relatively quieter since the two of you walked in. The crowd seems to be more populated towards the secluded area from earlier that seemed to have a bunch of trophies of some sort on a shelf.

You cinch your brows, not wanting to stay down any longer as you start searching for your sister.

"I'm so sorry!" You hear, and you immediately swivel your head towards your sister's voice, heavily concerned about it coming from the center of the crowd.

It takes you all of 5 seconds to move through the bodies before you take in the scene.

She's holding her cup, and a man, who upon a second look seems to be the guitarist from the band, staring down at his shirt. His wet shirt.

You hold your breath, and you talk yourself up in all of the two seconds you have — that you will defend her, that you will fight off the urge to quiver before this man, whoever and however powerful of a connection he might be, that you can go home and have your sister's cake and sleep in your comfy bed if you feel like crying. It's okay.

But all of it crumbles to the ground, the moment he looks up, and he smiles like he's forcing himself to, a clear distaste for the way the wet t-shirt sits on him is visible on his face, the way it frowns ever so slightly. The way his eyes blink a bit too quickly for it to be natural.

"It's alright, don't worry about it," he says, saving his hand off as a gesture for everyone to leave.

"It's not okay, that costs a lot." A lady who was standing right behind him walks in between your sister and him.

It urges you to stand by your sister's side, who upon your arrival, immediately reaches for your hand, almost out of instinct she squeezes.

She's scared, so you're not, you decide.

"We'll pay you back," you speak up, firm but neutral. You won't back down and defend her but there's no need for you to be hostile yet.

"You won't be able to afford this sweetie," she turns her attention to you, her eyes moving up and down your body, in a way that's supposed to demean you but you feel anything but demeaned. Just a bit amused, really.

"Oh! Then I'm sure you guys can manage to pay for this yourself. Apologies for having the drink on you in the first place but we'll be leaving now," you say, and you can admit that the smile on your face is meant to be anything but sweet, cordial at best.

"And if you change your mind, feel free to let my manager know," you say.

Your assistant, you were not aware she was in this crowd really, but she immediately finds herself beside you.

"Of course, here's my card," she reaches her hand out to the lady, who snivels it away from her hand. You look at your assistant and can't help but be caught off-guard by how unlike herself she looks, her hair is down and strewn about, and her clothes are different, more colorful. You smile, you suppose she's more her now than she will ever be around you.

You can understand her frustration really, you would be a bit put off if the clothes you are wearing were something you had to pay for. You only mean that you would never actively wear what you are wearing today, but in all honesty, anyone here can pay for that t-shirt without even breaking a single sweat.

"Oh, you will be hearing from m—" the lady starts, but is stopped when the man puts his hand on her shoulder and puts himself in front of her.

"There's no need. This is my house, I can literally change upstairs." He says he's not smiling but you feel a sense of kindness from him, even if he's modeled to look like the antithesis of it. Or perhaps, you’re just judgemental. "Guys, go back to drinking, or… fucking apparently," he eyes the couple who's part of the crowd, seemingly to view what's happening, but also entirely too invested in each other mouths for that to be true.

And at that, the crowd dissipates. You're about to leave too, before you feel the urge to thank him.

You turn to him, "Thanks," you muster up.

"Thank you so much, and once again, I'm so sorry. I didn't know it was expensive," your sister says, sincerely.

"Don't worry about it. Was my fault anyway," he says as he quirks his lips up in what could only classify as a half-smile but you feel that it, whatever it is, is genuine before your eyes flit up to his face. in all fairness, he — he's really beautiful.

He's got good bone structure, you conclude.

You smile, and he looks at you this time.

"Hi, I'm Suna Rintaro,” he says. “I like your movies," he says, and you smile a bit too visibly harder at that. He almost sounds a bit too much like a sincere fan, but all people in this industry are actors, off and on screen, so you gauge this out as you usually do.

"What's your favorite one?" you say, and he frowns. You knew it. A cocksure smile can’t help but sit on your face.

"The one where you kill a group of men," he says.

Your eyes widen, "Hm, that doesn't narrow things down." You laugh, "But wow, you sound like a decent fan. Want my autograph?"

"Maybe just your phone number for today?" He's quick, and you realize it's only been a short exchange but he's standing really, really close to you. His eyes are narrowed down at you, so intently, and it makes you want to look away, but you peer back at him, focusing on the yellow in his eyes as you talk yourself into not looking away. There’s a soft tinge of gray in his eyes, and you think you can only see that because you’re so close to him. You can’t help but think he resembles a predator, strikingly similar to a cat. A pretty one, regardless.

"Maybe… I'll give you my Instagram for today," you say.

"I could live with that.” A compromise and a soft smirk on his face.

"Also…" your sister's voice comes from behind you, and it comes off soft and meek. You feel embarrassed, you forgot she was there for a moment. You look at her and she looks back at you, as though she's asking for something. Your eyes widen, and it strikes you.

"Oh! Yes. Um — In the interest of being transparent, I'm here for her really," you pull her from behind you so she's standing right next to you.

"And I think she'd really appreciate a picture with you. Only if that’s okay with you?" You don't want to push it, even as much as you love your sister. There are days when taking a picture with a fan makes you want to pull your hair out and run naked across the city's most paparazzi-invested zones.

"I don't mind. If you wait for a few minutes, I can get the rest of the band actually," your eyes flit to your sister's face, and it's gleaming so bright, you’re afraid they’re going to pop right out of her head.

You smile. "That would be great," you say before he takes off, his hands fiddling with his top.

You bring your hand in front of your sister's face, giggling, "Hello, I'd like my sister back. Could you please un-possess her for a quick minute?"

"This… is going to be the best birthday ever," she says. "I can't wait to tell Allie about this," she quickly pulls out her phone.

"Am I the best sister in the world or what?" you sigh, feigning tiredness, feeling anything but when your sister’s this excited.

"Yeah," she says, a hint of realness, although you presume she's more preoccupied with processing what just happened. "Thank you for today," she says, her hands coming to engulf you in a tight hug.

You pat her head, "Aw, you love me so much," and at that she backs away, scowling.

"Ruined the moment," she deadpans, sticking her tongue out, and right before you know it she's standing with the band.

Suna's wearing a different top this time and Atsumu brings his hand up, to hold her shoulder, and you think your sister looks constipated almost. So still.

You take a few pictures for her before you pocket your phone, walking over. "Thank you for this," you say. "I forgot to introduce myself, I'm—"

"The very pretty actress who kills men," Atsumu Miya swoops himself in front of you, and his hand is already taking yours to leave a kiss on it. Odd, you think. You didn't realise that was your reputation, despite all the recent influx of love interest roles.

"Charmed," he says, making sure to embellish it with a cocksure smirk.

You smile, a bit less genuinely than you have all evening. "Nice to meet you, Atsumu."

"Ouch, sweetheart," Suna walks towards the two of you, his hand coming up to his chest to feign hurt. "You know his name and not mine?"

"Well, h-he's more — reputed? I've heard about you before is all."

You look towards Atsumu. The onslaught of people in his dating history, the drug cases (even if it's just weed), and the obnoxious energy he radiates are enough for him to make some headlines that even you could catch.

"Only good things I hope," he says with a smile.

Definitely not, you want to respond but instead, you just smile back at him.

"We should get going," you say and that's all it takes for the band to disperse, you're sure they were told to form connections today as much as they could, even if they are a pretty popular band. Events like this are meant for that.

"Of course, I'll drop you out," Suna adds.

—

"It was nice having you," he says. His eyes leave your face to see your sister, "And you especially, ma'am."

Your sister smiles, a bit shy this time, "Thank you," she says.

His eyes find yours, and you look away. "Nice interior," you say, not knowing what else to say. You turn back to him again.

His eyes narrow and his head tilts in confusion, “Oh, most of the stuff in there is not really mine. Just recently bought the house," he says. "With the decor and stuff," he adds like he's aware that your odd comment was a consequence of odd interior choices.

"That explains a lot," you say. You feel odd, you didn't really know him before today either but you thought your observations could fill in the gaps to make up a person, but maybe not all the time.

The three of you wait in silence, a soft wind blows and it's enough to send a chill up your spine.

"Cold?" he asks, and you think he's talking to you. You’re ready to answer no because you know how this goes, he asks for the hoodie, you meet him again and really, you didn’t want to fall for the oldest trick in the book. But when you turn to look at him, you see that he's asking your sister. And at that, you smile.

She loops her hand through his jacket, her hands engulfed by his long sleeves. She thanks him, and he merely brushes it off, his eyes focused on the waterfall adjacent to where you stand.

His eyes looking at yours after a few moments, "I can get another jacket from upstairs if you can wait," he says.

"Nah, the car should be here soon. I'll manage," you say, and talk of the devil, and the devil arrives. Your car swoops through in front of the three of you, and before your driver could even rush out to open the door, Suna steps in. He opens the door, and your sister ducks into the car almost immediately. Maybe she felt colder than you thought.

"Thank you again," you say. "And congratulations on the album."

As the car door closes, Suna gives you a nod and a small smile.

He closes the door, but you press down to open the window. "It was nice meeting you both. Have a safe ride home," he says.

Your car revved before it takes off.

"He's not my favourite from the band, but he's so cool! I want his eyes," she gushes, almost morbidly. Your eyes widen before you break into laughter as you send her the pictures you took of them together.

"I can't wait to post this on my Instagram! You should have taken one too.” She frowns.

Back at home, you take a hot shower, carding through your hair, as you gently massage your scalp. The sole of your feet hurt as you stand, and you think maybe you would have chosen a different pair of heels for tonight. Not that you really had that much of a choice.

You walk to the kitchen, turning the dim yellow light on. You preferred having dimmer lights on in the evening or night, everything else was too bright, and it leaves you unmoving on the couch, as you fall into slumber.

You pull out two plates and two spoons.

Walking over to the fridge, you bring out the small pink box that sits on the top shelf, carefully pulling out the box so that the accompanying items don't fall out of the shelf.

You place it on the kitchen counter before you go to your sister's room.

Your sister's face front on her pillow, and she seems asleep.

You call out to her.

Nothing.

You turn the lights off after tucking her in.

Walking to the kitchen, you put on some cake, and walk to the living room.

Your hands, almost of their own volition, pull out Suna Rintaro's Instagram. It seems to be handled by him rather than his management by the looks of it. It's not as curated as yours.

Just as you're going through his photos, one that's entirely curated to be enticing, his hands on an untagged woman as your eyes flicker down to the caption.

Promotional photos for a music video.

Something urges you to watch the music video, it's a fairly common music video but leaning more on the provocative side, everyone's half-naked, and comfortable in their own skin.

But your eyes draw towards Suna and the untagged woman from earlier, as she tugs at the chain around his neck as he's looking up at her with something so fabricated, yet so primal and fascinating, to say the very least. Something in you twinges just a bit.

It's been less than a second since you're reeling but you hear the Ping!

suna_rintaro: it was veil of vendetta btw suna_rintaro: the movie of yours i liked suna_rintaro: rewatched it last night

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sorryimananti-romantic · 2 months

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Hey bestie sooooo lots of stuff happened and there was an opportunity I was really hoping I was gonna get, and I didn’t. On top of that it went to the same favorite people that get everything every time and I’ve just been feeling really upset and everything so if you’ve got any mingi comfort that would be great. I could just really use a lil virtual hug rn 😅. There’s a bunch of other stuff that led up to this but now im just feeling really hopeless and wanting to give up on my major even though it’s my dream. I think I kinda need to just sit and wallow for a bit and I’ll be fine but if you got any fluff I could use all of it 😅🩷

aw babes i'm sorry to hear that 😭🫂 you and me both honestly really need a virtual hug (nah a real hug actually) and well, i hope you get much better things than what you were aiming for! we never know where the flow of life is gonna take us so hoping for the best for you, always 🩷 and i hope you fight for your dream too! if you want to talk about it, i'm here for you 🩷

a mingi comfort fluff though, who am i to deny you? ;)

there are times in your life when all you want to do is lay down on a bed and sink through it into the void

or lay down on soft grass and hope the ground swallows you

you put a weight over yourself in the form of your blanket- the only physical thing weighing you down among a bunch of other invisible things

but that isn't enough

the warmth of it, the softness of it, it isn't enough

everything is silent. you can hear the static background noise- that's how quiet it is

could this go on forever while you gather your pieces together?

could time stand still for you?

no.

it never will

you're being swallowed by a bunch of thoughts

i'm alone in this world

no one will understand me

everything is over

there's no going back from here

and a bunch of other negative phrases that are murky in your head, but there in all their mighty presence

it feels like everything you've worked for is crumbling down in front of your eyes

everything is going wrong, wrong- where did it all start to go wrong?

you can't quite put a finger to it

all you know is that you are overwhelmingly sad.

the emotion 'sad' didn't make much sense to you- you always thought it was associated with some other emotion or feeling- such as when you lose someone dear and it's associated with grief

but now... you think you're starting to understand a little what's it like to be just sad. the plain old sad

it springs a little sarcastic laugh out of you and you have to purse your lips to keep another awful sound from bubbling out of you

but this time, your ears detect the familiar sound of footsteps in the house and you wonder just how deep in your thoughts you were to miss the sound of the door unlocking

you don't move. you don't make an effort to. you just hope that he goes to take a shower first or starts cooking. you hope he doesn't realise you're home already

you hope you get a little time to yourself so he doesn't have to see you in this state-

but a knock sounds on the door anyway and his voice calls your name, his eyes probably searching the darkness

you hope that he misses your curled figure in the blankets, but he's far too observant for that

he doesn't turn on the lights. you feel the edge of your bed dip as he sits there

"you're not hiding from me... are you?"

it's mingi. you could cry just hearing his voice

"no... just tired. i'll be out in a few minutes."

he doesn't miss the crack in your voice either

"do you want me to give you some space, or do you want me to stay?"

there's one thing you love about mingi. he always asks you what you need

and he always gives you what you ask for

if it's space you need, he will gladly give you it because he realises the importance of personal space and just sorting your own mess yourself

he won't question you until you talk yourself but he will keep reminding you that he's here

he's perfect in that way

but if it's him you need... he'll drop everything to be with you too

he'll either just hold you in silence or mutter affirmations

and for the first time in a while, you don't know what you need

so you tell him exactly that

mingi sighs deeply and gets up. you wonder if he's going to leave so you check through the little gap in the blanket, your heart beating anxiously

but he only draws the curtains apart just a fraction so he can see better

and then he's back, crawling in the bed next to you and asking if he can get in the blanket with you

you allow it. you scoot a bit to give him some space and he positions the blankets so he can hold you in his arms as he lies down next to you

you're slower this time as you make way to him and he notices that too. so he simply just holds you for a while

and you let the tears flow and wet his sweatshirt. you will apologise later, but for now, you can't stop it

his hand caresses your back repeatedly in soft, circular motions. his other hand is holding yours and squeezing it affectionately

you don't know how long you stay like this but at some point, the tears stop flowing and you move a little to wipe your face

"sorry for being a mess," you laugh and he lets out a short chuckle himself

"you know it's perfectly fine with me," he assures you, planting a kiss on the top of your head. "feeling better?"

"a bit, yeah," you tell him. you take a few deep breaths

"what's wrong, love?"

"everything," you sigh. "everything's going wrong at the same time and it's too much, mingi."

mingi brings you back in a hug, this time stronger and a reminder that you're not alone

and you realise that yes- you may have been a little selfish when thinking that you were truly alone in this world

you have him

your constant source of strength, a pillar to lean on

someone who always nudges you in the right direction when you're lost

someone whose words of wisdom heal you

and someone who makes you laugh, especially when he's being goofy like now

"shall we take that little trip now? drop everything and run away?"

"oh, how i wish i could, but i can't run away from this," you sigh.

and just like that, you start talking. slowly, but gradually, you tell him the sequence of events

and he gives you the validation you need- that everything you're feeling right now... it's okay to feel that

he makes you sit in front of him and he holds your hands as you work everything out

he gives objective answers- he knows your strengths and weaknesses, and he suggests the best course

he also plans every possible direction things could go from here on out- something he's really good at

"and like i always say... it can only get better from here, right?"

"sure feels like an all time low, so... yeah?" you say.

"every time i think i'm at an all time low, life throws another one at me"

you laugh at that- he's relatable like this

"well... it can't get worse than this, maybe, yeah?"

"and even if something bad happens," mingi addresses the anxiety in your heart. "even if things don't go as planned and you have to give up something important, you should remember that you're a strong person who can get through this."

you nod, letting his words sink in

"i'm here for you, yes," he says, "but i'm only a guide and emotional support, yeah? whatever you do, it's all you. and you're incredible and amazing. you will get through this. i'm proud of every decision you will make moving forwards. i believe in you, love."

it's all you need to hear and a few tears spill again, but you smile through them as you look at mingi, the dark strands falling over his forehead, his eyes warm

mingi, the person who makes you stand on your own two feet time and time again

mingi, who makes you realise that you can face anything in this world on your own

and mingi, who'll be there when you return from your battles. who'll patch you up, kiss your head and hug you

just like he hugs you now, all warmth and love

he brings you outside so you can eat dinner and it gets better

you don't feel like you're drowning anymore

you're not out of that surface, no, but it's a whole lot better for sure

he talks to you and you address other things in between jokes and kisses exchanged

and when it's time for bed, he holds you, preparing you for tomorrow

it will be okay

you will be okay.

#i feel like i could have written more but this just flowed in one sitting so here it is :')#and after writing it i realised i needed this just as much as you :')#i hope this helps you in some way <33 #here's to hoping we get thru it!#mingi x reader #mingi fluff #ateez scenarios #ateez headcanons #ateez imagines #ateez fluff #song mingi #mingi #marian <3 #yumi.asks

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typingcorgi · 1 year

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unexpected (part i of a two-part series)

rating: e (minors, please shoo. you will be blocked) word count: 1.7k+ pairing: joel miller x f!reader warnings: pre-outbreak timeline, canon divergent timeline, hint of vague age difference (if he's 36 I'm thinking like the reader is 5-10 years younger but honestly insert whatever age you want), tipsy sex, fingering, creampie, protected p in v sex (yay for responsible joel), praise kink makes brain go brrr, porn with plot, quasi-public sex, soft-ish!joel, no use of y/n story summary: a one-night stand with a handsome stranger doesn't go as planned. chapter summary: you and joel meet at a bar and fuck in the bathroom. author's notes: no apocalypse, yay! this is part one of a multi-part series. excited to get this new ball rolling. this is just going to be a fun romp away from the mushroom zombies, okay? have fun getting yours ;) and as always, please feel free to reblog or leave a comment! your feedback is so very appreciated.

“I don’t normally do this.”

You admit it through a panting breath, during the one rare moments in which this perfect stranger isn’t capturing your lips against his. In a languid motion, he turns the lock of the door behind your head, ensuring your stolen moment won’t be sorely interrupted.

You’re not so drunk that you don’t remember his name: Joel. Of course, he hadn’t shared his daughter’s name, but just hearing that he had one to take care of at home—and she seemed reasonably responsible, attesting to her father’s clear grip on parenthood—caused something to stir beneath your navel.

“That makes two of us,” he rumbles against the shell of your ear. His fingers press against the flesh of your hips, and he adjusts his stance so that one of his feet stands between either of yours. He hitches up his knee against the locked door, encouraging you to ride it if you want to.

And holy fuck, you want to.

You’d met the guy at the bar a couple of hours ago. He’d been moving past you and nearly spilled your drink right out of your hand. He apologized profusely and chalked it up to not having been thrown into Austin nightlife in a while, but then he also mentioned he got nervous around pretty women, and you were sort of a goner.

You didn’t want to show your hand so readily, though. “Uh-huh,” you nodded, arching a brow. “How many girls have you tried that line on tonight?”

“None,” he shouted over the thrumming guitar of some country band playing over the bar speakers. “Just you. I’ve been out of the game for so long, I figured I’d try my luck. How’d I do?”

He was grinning, the smile beneath an unkept and patchy beard wide and almost cheeky, meeting the edges of his tired eyes. You couldn’t fight him on his charm, but you’d challenge him on being a good conversationalist.

He bought you your next drink. He told you his name: Joel, and that damn knucklehead over there that I came with is named Tommy. Joel explained his situation: his brother tricked him into enjoying a rare guys’ night out. He worked like a dog all damn week, and the week before that, and the one before that, too. And even though his preferred Saturday nights comprised of passing out to late-night Simpsons reruns, his daughter had been babysitting a neighbor’s kid before heading off to a sleepover with her friends. It seemed as though a night out had fallen into his lap, and he wouldn’t have heard the end of it from Tommy had he passed on such a perfect opportunity.

You people watch together, guessing what conversations were shared between the obvious first-daters or commiserating coworkers. You’d started out the night as one of them: two of your friends from work joined you for dinner and drinks, but once they’d realized your attention was occupied elsewhere, they gracefully whispered their goodbyes into your ear as they headed out for the evening.

“Who’re they?” Joel asked over the edge of his Corona bottle.

“My colleagues,” you said. “Friends. We got dinner next door earlier tonight at that little Italian place.”

Joel hummed as he took a swig of his beer. “Yeah, and what is it the three of you do? You supermodels or somethin’?”

You tried not to giggle at the obvious line. “No, we’re teachers. I teach English. High school.”

Joel gave an appreciative whistle. “God bless you,” he commented, shaking his head. “Never had the patience for kids to deal with them in mass numbers. Thank god mine is a good one, otherwise, I’d be in real trouble.”

It wasn’t one singular moment that called on you to beckon Joel into the single ladies' bathroom at twelve-thirty in the morning, but instead a compilation of smaller ones. It was the way he caught eye contact with you once or twice when he thought you weren’t looking. It was the way his flirting caught you off guard, because he didn’t strike you as a player, a serial dater, but fuck, he was good at keeping your attention. It was the way he continued to ask you about your career, and if you liked it, and what you liked about it. It was the way he asked you what you did for fun, and if you ever got your thrill from kissing older guys in crowded bars. It was the way he kissed you when you said you didn’t.

“Come with me,” you cooed into his ear, tugging the shirt collar of his plaid button-down. He was helpless.

And now you’re here, beneath the dim lighting of this bar’s bathroom. Joel’s tongue sweeps against yours as you ride his thigh. You revel in the friction of your panties against your clit, the path of his free hand, sliding up the hem of your dress before kneading the meat of your ass. He moans against your lips, removing them from yours if only to catch his breath and praise you for being such a goddamn good girl.

He calls you that and you nearly melt. He calls you that and you wonder where in the hell he learned game like that, if what he says is true; he’s been out of the game for quite some time.

“Fuckin’ perfect,” he drawls. The hand massaging your ass now slides toward your front, slipping beneath your underwear. Two thick fingers tease your entrance, and while you’d normally feel a little pathetic for getting so wet for a perfect stranger so damn fast, Joel doesn’t seem to mind at all. He groans as he slips one finger in, curling and releasing it against your walls while your hips begin to buck in time with his motions.

Joel chuckles darkly at your obvious enthusiasm. “That’s right. You like that? You like ridin’ my hand underneath this pretty dress?”

You groan a yes as slips a second finger into you, and you’re damn near ready to come, but as you feel your upward crest begin to settle beneath your skin, Joel retreats.

“Wh—what are you doing?” You ask, chasing his kiss while your hand finds his wrist. “No, you need to keep going, keep go—”

“Greedy,” Joel hums, the smile on his face one of unbridled satisfaction. “Yeah, I will, but unfortunately for us, we don’t exactly have the luxury of time.”

You notice him palm the back pocket of his raw denim, pulling out a worn leather wallet. And from there, you want to laugh at him for still being the sort of man that carries condoms around in his wallet, as if sex could happen at any of life’s junctures, but instead, you silently thank god that he has one, because you don’t, and holy fucking shit, you need him to fill you up right now.

The drinks you’ve had in his presence give you an unusual sort of confidence. You normally wouldn’t be the type of woman to ask a guy to fuck you in a public bathroom, nor are you the type to get your fingers on his belt buckle and help him slide his jeans down his legs. You aren’t the type to hold onto the edge of the bathroom sink while the guy at the bar fucks you from behind, filling you up to near pain, causing tears to form along the corners of your eyes.

“Holy—holy shit, Joel,” you pant. “You’re s—so, so fucking—”

“Take it,” Joel grunts, his pace punishing, sweat forming along his furrowed brow. “I wanna see the way you look when you’re freshly fucked.”

You gasp, careful not to give away your delicate position to anyone who might be waiting outside the locked door (although the music is so damn loud, you’re fairly confident they’d be none the wiser).

He collects your hair in a gentle fist, planting a kiss against the hot skin of your neck. Your fingertips are bone-white from their grip on the edge of the sink, and Joel continues to fuck into you, steady and sure with every thrust that he makes to the hilt.

Your vision damn near blurs when your walls clench. It’s enough of a signal for Joel to move a little faster, bring you to your climax sooner because he can’t get enough of your body, and he can’t fathom you leaving this little space without you singing his name.

“J—Joel,” you stammer. “I’m gonna—”

“Me too,” he interrupts you, and you know it through the nearly pained tone that falls from his lips. His fingers on your hips draw tight, pressing each digit into your flesh as he groans into the back of your shoulder, meeting his own edge.

And then, in the midst of the comedown, in between his heavy breaths beneath his broad chest, Joel retreats from his goddamn spectacular space inside of you. Joel retreats, and turns you around, and kisses you.

“Fuck, that was hot,” he admits, clammy forehead pressed along yours. “I don’t—I don’t mean to presume or anythin’ like that, but—could I see you again? Another night?”

You’re shocked.

You’re fucking shocked.

This had all of the makings of a one-night stand: two strangers drunkenly crossing paths on a busy Saturday night, they meet, they flirt, they fuck, they go home. Why the hell would Joel want to see you again? Sex, obviously. Sure. But couldn’t he do this again with another nameless woman, another pretty face he meets in a different bar on Main Street?

Your surprise must be evident because Joel quickly backpedals. “Forget it,” he says, suddenly sheepish. “Was a risk, I know. This was probably just a one-off for you, too, I get it. I just—”

You’d interrupt him with words, but kissing him is so much hotter.

“You’re thinking too much,” you whisper with a sincere smile. It’s only then you give yourself a minute to straighten yourself up, pulling your panties back over your hipbones and turning to unzip the tote bag you’d discarded onto the tile floor earlier.

Of course you come prepared. Of course you have a pen. You grab a paper towel from the stack resting at the edge of the counter, scribbling your phone number in crisp purple ink.

“Call me the next time you’re looking for a night out,” you say, offering up the napkin to him. And holy fucking shit, you feel so fucking cool, because this doesn’t happen in real life. Women like you don’t meet hot strangers in dimly lit bars and let them fuck you in the bathroom.

Except, now you do. Joel’s smile is awkward and shy when you kiss him on the cheek right before you leave.

#this is a little slow start but it willll pick up ;) stick with it babes #heheheehe #joel miller fic #joel miller x reader #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x you #joel miller smut #joel miller #tlou fic #tlou fanfiction #the last of us fic #the last of us fanfiction #no y/n

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Alex karev x reader

Alex breaking up with you when he finds out your pregnant but the get back together after baby’s born

( don’t see a lot of Alex on her I really try to find fics)

Heaven(Alex Karev)

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Got a picture of your house

And you're standing by the door

It's black and white and faded

And it's looking pretty worn

We were just stupid kids, that's all we were... At least in his eyes. When we first met he was rude and conceeted. That's what everyone else saw, but to me he was the kindest person I ever met.

See the factory that I worked

Silhouetted in the back

The memories are gray, but man, they're really coming back

Like every Seattle Grace love story we met at the hospital during our intern year. We worked hard and fought for surgeries, but behind closed doors he was a man after my heart.

I didn't care for him much at first, he was just as much as a man whore as Mark Sloan. I would dodge his Flurting and honestly kind remarks. But he had his STD nurse and at the time I could careless about love.

But he never gave up. He fell fist but I fell harder.

I don't need to be the king of the world

As long as I'm the hero of this little girl

I don't think he'll ever know this, but he saved me. He saved me from it all and he was my hero. He took me away from the reality that was our jobs. We were each other's heros and it didn't matter we came from broken homes. Being with him was like my own personal heaven. I loved the way he'd always make me laugh no matter how upset I was.

I remember he'd always stay with me during the late hours in the hospital. It didn't matter how many hours he'd worked that day he was there. He'd fight his tired eyes and stick with me if I had to watch and take care of the babies in the nursery.

Heaven isn't too far away

Closer to it everyday

No matter what your friends might say

But every heaven has its demons.

I knew how my friends felt about him. We had the same friends but we all knew how he was. George couldn't understand our relationship at all, he'd except it but could never grasp why I chose him.

Meredith supported us from the start. She knew Alex was rough around the edges but she knew we loved each other.

I never cared what they thought because for the first time in a long time I was happy.

How I love the way you move

And the sparkle in your eyes

There's a color deep inside them

Like blue suburban sky

He would always say how much he loved my eyes. So many late nights of us staring into each others eyes. I often wonder if our kids would have his eyes or mine.

When I come home late at night

And you're in bed asleep

I wrap my arms around you

So I can feel you breathe

The bed didn't feel like my own anymore and I couldn't get myself to sleep on his side of the bed. I remember late nights when he'd craw into bed and wrap his arms around me thinking I was asleep. I lied in the bed that we feel into eternal bliss in. The bed should held a special intament moment, but now it's cold and hard. I'd often toss and turn unable to sleep while the only thing left of him was small piece of him.

I don't need to be a superman

As long as you will always be my biggest fan

Heaven isn't too far away

Closer to it everyday

He didn't have to be anything more than he already was. He was perfect in my eyes. No matter what we did we always support each other. It felt like heaven anytime we were talking about anything that wasn't medical.

No matter what your friends might say

We'll find our way, yeah

I know no one could wrap their head around the fact we were together. George couldn't and neither could Derek. George had it in his head he'd hurt me and in the beginning Derek thought he wasn't good enough. But Merdith loved the fact we we're together and supported since day one. But I didn't care what are friends had to say he treated me like a queen and I loved him.

Memories come rushing back and makes it pretty hard

I've got nowhere left to go

And no one really cares

I don't know what to do

But I'm never giving up on you

I thought I was dreaming when I woke up and saw him holding our child. It felt too go to be true as he rocked our son in the corner of my hospital room.

This would go on for days as I recovered and I could understand was this, "why now?" and he made it quite clear he wasn't gonna give up.

I was Comforting knowing he wasn't gonna give up on his son. He was not his father and that's a promise. But I couldn't trust him now after all he did was run when things got serious.

Heaven isn't too far away

Closer to it every day

No matter what your friends say

I know it's gonna find a way

During those nine months heaven was gonna and it was nothing but darkness, purgatory if you would. But Alex never gave up. He was an amazing father and held his son if he got scared and made him laugh if he was sad. Our son would grow up in a home I always dreamed of. A home full of light and happiness. Our son grew up in a home he could look forward to come home to everyday after school. And he could see his parents not only loved him but loved each other.

#alex karev x reader #alex karev imagines #alex karev #Greys anatomy #Greys anatomy imagines #greys anatomy imagines #greys anatomy x reader #greys anatomy headcanons #Song imagines #Song one shots.

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hotluncheddie · 1 year

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'but like, why do you like it so much?'

steve passes eddie the blunt; fingers, shoulders and thighs brushing or pushed flush as they're slumped on eddies floor. a black sabbath record plays softly in the background.

steve just can't seem to understand metal, or maybe he just can't understand how loud it always gets in his head when he listens to it. maybe he's just sensitive, after so many monster fights. if things are quiet, he's grateful.

eddie huffs, side eyeing steve a little as he shifts around. eddie's always moving, fidgeting, its just who he is and steve likes that. likes how reliable eddie moving around is, shifting in and out of his space. but right now he seems a little more on edge than usual. or than is usual after a couple shared blunts.

'stevie, its. its just good. it makes me feel good okay?' eddie spins his rings and puts a knuckle in his mouth. steve watched the movement. eddie has nice lips... and hands.

''i had a fucking, like, counselor of whatever once tell me that i needed things to help me focus and help me relax and help me if i ever felt overwhelmed or whatever. i only saw them like twice but they said music could do that for some people and i guess metal did it for me.' eddie shoves all this out onto steve in a slightly panicked way. which is the last thing steve wants. the last thing either of them need is more stress.

steve smiles at him, trying to show how completely none judgy he feels right now. 'okay.. so it makes you relax? all the noise. it helps?' he wants to understand. so so bad, steve just wants to understand the eddie munson he met after the upside down got closed, after life was put back together. eddie is really great and steve just, he feels good with eddie.

'yeah i like, need stuff sometime. need to move and feel a certain way to kinda scratch an itch i get in like, my bones. sometimes its a fucking ball ache, nothing helps. i can get so stressed out i wanna rip my skin off.' eddie says it with such a humourless laugh steves heart breaks a little. 'that's kinda part of why i took so long to graduate. can't focus in class if your skin is crawling, can't remember to do homework if you get home and gotta like, rock back and forth while staring at a wall for two hours just to feel like yourself again.' eddie is staring at the carpet now, eyes unfocused. steve wants to hear more, just so maybe he can help. maybe make it a little better one day. eddie deserves that.

'shit' ...okay so maybe steve is a little too high to help with words right now. but he stays pressed up next to eddie, hooks an ankle around he leg, keeps him close. hopes he keeps talking. that steve just being there is enough.

steve gets a little, tentative, smile out of eddie. his soul soars.

'you ever been to a live gig stevie?' steve shakes his head, no one ever comes to their little town and he honestly never really liked anyone enough to treck over to indi or chicago to see anything there.

'live music does it the best. just fucking letting go and feeling. all the noise and the bodies washing over you, getting inside you. its fucking magic.' eddie is smiling properly again, thank god steve thinks. he never wants to see eddie frown ever again.

'like, when you head bang, or go in a mosh pit, or just fucking sway to the music just right. it like sets all my insides right. like i'm all put together correct and it feels so good. feel like a hug maybe. like soothing or whatever, like so good over and over again. but everyone is doing it, all together. so you, you don't look like a freak you know?' oh no, he's frowning again. oh god, steve needs to fix it. eddies big cow eyes look sad again.

'mmm when i used to run laps, i'd get to a point where i was so tired it'd feel, like really good? like i could only focus on breathing in and out and everything else went quiet. is it. is it kinda like that ed's?' steve is too high for this. it feels important, and all he can come up with is this? fuck, harrington! your fumbling the ball here!

but eddie smiles at him, smiles all sweet and syrupy and his eyes are so pretty. steve is a goner. a big, too high goner for eddie musnon and his big dumb sparkly brown eyes.

'a little yeah stevie. a little something like that.' eddie is still twisting his rings and his leg is bouncing against the carpet and if he needs that to feel good steve hopes eddie never stops moving. hope he fidgets forever if it feels good, feels right.

'um, next time, next show, can i come too?' steve hadn't planned on inviting himself to a metal gig when he came over earlier, but found a lot of rational thought went out the window when he was around eddie. 'you show me what feels good yeah? wanna feel it too ed's.'

eddie looks at him with so much disbelief, steve is sure he fucked uo somehow. backtrack poised on his tongue, but eddie giggles, fucking giggles at him. steves heart melts out of his ass.

'ooh baby. i'll pop you concert cherry for sure!' eddie is cackling now, delighted it seems at the idea of steve at one of his gigs.. steve thinks eddie has a great laugh.

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the blunt is long dead and steve is well on his way to passing out. he, he needs to get on the bed. get on the bed and try to not cuddle eddie too hard... a little is okay though.

'um steve? um thanks, by the way. for not like, thinking i'm weird or whatever, for what i said. those things i gotta do, i can't always help it? so thanks, for not thinking i'm a freak.'

steve tuggs eddie by the arm. too sleepy to talk, and not much to say anyway. tugs eddie up onto the mattress with him, up on the mattress and slings an arm over his stomach, a leg over both of eddies.

'never a freak ed's. ‘kay? never ever' steve falls asleep then and there, nestled in eddie munsons sheets, right where he belongs.

eddie can't help pressing a chased kiss to steves forehead. the big, kind, brave steve harrington asleep in his bed.

#steddie #steve x eddie #can u tell i just got back from a concert #this was not drafted like normal so i hope its okay?? i just wrote it #autistic eddie munson #kinda kinda #i dunno #hotlunch #my fic #neurodivergent eddie munson #drabbles

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justsomerandomfanfic · 1 year

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Fake Dating, Real Feelings - Steve Harrington X Female Reader

Title: Fake Dating, Real Feelings

Steve Harrington X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Reader's mother (Mary), Reader's father (Frank), Jeanna (OC) (Mentioned), Dustin (Mentioned), the other kids (Mentioned), Tommy (Mentioned), Carol (Mentioned), Robin, and Jeanna's son (OC) (Mentioned)

WC: 10,220

Warnings: Reader has a mother and father, nervousness, fake-dating, anxiety, embarrassment, cursing (two words), fighting (verbal), family drama, Upside Down mentioned, crying, bullying mentioned, during Season 4/5, StarCourt mentioned, teasing, taunting, Blondie mentioned, Queen mentioned, movie references, failing tests mentioned, break-ups mentioned, insecurity, PTSD mentioned (Steve), ST reference, awkwardness, scars mentioned, one nickname, shade thrown, confessions, a hint of suggestiveness, slight angst, and fluff

This was the most uncomfortable dinner yet, and you've sat and eaten through some uncomfortable dinners. It was silent, tension was high in the air, your mother and father across from you eating as you pushed your spaghetti around with your fork. You glanced at your parents, your father was chewing on his food, a newspaper in one hand, reading the sports section. On the other hand, your mother eats, back straight, eyes solely focused on you, like always. You accidentally make eye contact, quickly looking back down at your plate, maybe she didn’t notice. Your mother speaks from just that slight interaction; you inwardly sigh. You’re in for it now.

"Y/N, dear," She began, before taking another bite, chewing, and swallowing before speaking; anticipation was her strong suit, "Have you met anyone recently?" She asked innocently, yet it was practically the same question she asked you almost every night during dinner. If she were one of those pull-string dolls, that would be one of her lines.

Now, she wasn’t asking if you went out and had a conversation with anyone or even if you made a new friend. No, she was highly invested in your love life and it was stressful.

It seemed that your mother was adamant that you find someone to settle down with, and you were tired of it. She'd ask about your love life constantly, every day; even if it was only a full-on conversation or just a little remark. It really annoyed you, and honestly, it broke you down. As a kid she’d do the same thing, as if befriending a boy in Kindergarten was a sign that you were soulmates.

Even when you tried to voice that you wanted her to stop meddling in your life, she'd come up with some sort of excuse, 'I just want what's best for you,' and, 'I won't be here forever, you need someone to take care of you,' and, sadly, 'I just want you to be happy, don't you want me to be happy too?' She always tried to guilt-trip you, and you were getting tired of it. You wanted her to stop for good.

"No, Mom," You muttered, poking at your food, "Can we please drop this?"

She quickly dropped her fork on her plate, interlacing her fingers together as she rested her elbows on the table, staring at you, she gave you a stern look. "Y/N," She said calmly, but sternly, "I'm trying my hardest to understand you..." You felt your face flush at the statement, confused as you waited almost patiently at what she was going to say. "But you must find someone, you're not getting any younger. You know, you shouldn't be so selfish. You should go out there, find a man, and give me grandkids."

Well, that struck a nerve.

You clenched your hand, the edges of the fork's handle cutting into your palm lightly, "Mom, I told you, my main objective in life is not to just have kids." You were growing more and more frustrated.

"Well, it should!" Your mother snapped, glaring down at the table, before digging back into her food angrily, "We raised you better than this." You couldn't help but frown at her words. "Right, Frank?" Your mother then turned to her husband, who hummed and nodded, taking a sip of his beer.

"Yes, dear." He numbly responded, making you roll your eyes; unfortunately, your mother noticed, pointing her fork at you.

"Don't give me that attitude, you are an adult; act like one. Once you turned eighteen, I should've pushed you out of that front door! But, yet here you are, a year later, in my house, under my roof, without someone financially stable enough to help and take care of you and your future children!" You began to tone her out, poking at your food once more. You didn't understand her. What was her problem with you having kids anyway? "When are you going to grow up!?" She continued to rant, continuing to jab at her meal angrily. The rest of the dinner was silent, aside from a few angry whispers and huffs, all of which you pretended not to notice. You didn't want to deal with this right now. You wanted to go to sleep and forget the whole thing. "Why do you keep doing this to me?! I've fed you, clothed you, taken care of you, given you a proper education, and yet you still won't go out and find yourself a decent husband." Her voice quieted down slightly, though she was still upset, angrily stabbing the meatball on her plate.

She always made everything about herself.

You tried to convince yourself not to cry from frustration as you swallowed thickly, "Why do you have to keep bringing this up?" You asked, trying not to sound weak as you cleared your throat, "At this time, I don't want a boyfriend. I am happy on my own." You tried to sound assertive and confident, but you were starting to break down again. Your stomach tightened, and suddenly, you weren't feeling very hungry anymore, well, you weren't to begin with. You didn't realize you had been holding your breath until you let it out, letting it fill your lungs. "Please," You added, hoping she would just shut up.

She stared at you, her knuckles turning white before she let out a forceful and seemingly irritated exhale from her nose, "Y/N," She began, "Dear," She then gritted her teeth, "I just want you to go out and get a boyfriend."

Groaning loudly, your brain felt like it was going to explode as you slammed your hands on the table, startling your mother and father, who both stared at you with wide, shocked eyes as you spoke, "I have a boyfriend!"

Your mother, slowly overcoming the shock, smiled, "You do?" She was practically glowing as her smile went from ear to ear; a Joker-like smile, "Really?" Her voice was soft, like a mouse, but held so much excitement.

You sat down, your hands shaking. God... What have you done?

"Yes," You swallowed thickly, "I do." You continued to lie, looking at your mother as your mind was begging you to stop.

"Why didn't you tell me?" She asked, her excitement obviously showing, practically bouncing in her seat.

"Well," You began, glancing around the room, trying to come up with a story, "I just... I wanted to wait and see if the relationship was going to work out, is all." You shrugged a shoulder, looking back at your mother. "I, uh, wanted to make sure he was the right guy... For you, Mom." You eased her ego, as she stared at you with her bright eyes and wide smile, listening intently.

"What's his name? What does he do for a living? Is he successful? Are his parents well-known? Do I know them? Is it Jeanna's son, oh, he's just lovely-!" She gushed, talking like a child.

You sighed deeply, rubbing your forehead, getting a headache, "Mom, please stop, it's not Jeanna's son." You pleaded, exasperated, "I don't think I can-"

"I must meet him! Bring him to family dinner Sunday. Oh, I'll make my meatloaf!" She almost squealed, turning to Frank, "What do you think, Frank, dear?" She asked, only to get a hum in response, but she took it; Frank's lack of response wasn't going to ruin her mood.

At her words, you froze. Everything was in slow-motion as her mouth moved, the words coming out in a low tone that made you feel like you were in a cartoon. You gulped, your heart hammering inside your chest, pounding against your ribs as you tried to figure out what to do. This was bad, this was very, very bad; you knew that this wasn't going to end well, and you just wanted to scream. However, you stayed quiet, not wanting to upset your mother again. If she found out that you lied... She'd be upset, no, heartbroken. She'd really kick you out of the house this time.

"Well!" She exclaimed, clapping her hands together, "I'm going to get the ice cream, this is a celebratory moment!" She stood up, and you mirrored her, grabbing your plate, scrambling.

Your mother watched you, her grin slipping for a moment. You tried to keep eye contact as you stood, "I'm going to head to my room. I'm a bit full from dinner. Thank you, Mom." You spoke, as your mother just nodded her head.

"Oh, well, that's alright. You probably have to call that boyfriend of yours about Sunday. I understand. Don't stay up too late!" She cheered teasingly, as you gave her an awkward grin after putting away your dirty dish and heading upstairs to your room.

Shutting your door, you let out a groan, running your hands down your face before you plopped face-first onto your comfy bed. You let out another groan, becoming frustrated with yourself as you slowly rolled over, staring at the popcorn ceiling. You hated your ceiling. You glanced around your room, looking from your posters to the bookshelves, to your desk, closet, tv, and so on. Wondering how you could have messed this one up so badly. Why did you always have to be such an idiot?

You pulled yourself off the bed, sat upright, and looked outside, watching as a light breeze blew through your open window, the sheer curtains flowing slightly as you took a deep breath; your lungs filling with the night air. Everything was so peaceful here, you could pretend that nothing happened in the dining room only minutes ago. You could pretend that your mother didn't badger you about relationships. You could pretend that you didn't just tell her you had a boyfriend.

Just then, you got an idea. 'Yes,' you had thought, 'It might work.' What if, by Sunday, you broke up with your imaginary boyfriend? Then you wouldn't have to deal with the mess of telling the truth to your mother. Yes, but then she'd go back to her fighting ways, trying to fight you into finding another boyfriend. You scoffed out a laugh, she'd probably say something along the lines of, 'Better luck next time! Why don't I invite Jeanna's son over?' But, really, that plan to break up with your imaginary boyfriend wouldn't work... Sunday was three days away.

You felt defeated, slumping your shoulders, you laid back on your bed, falling deep within the pillows and soft blankets of soft greens and blue. Your mind raced as you tried to calm down and figure out what to do. Until you had one more idea. You saw it in a movie once, where the lead girl and boy began fake dating in high school. They were both in it for different benefits. The girl wanted help with homework, while the boy just wanted to get another girl jealous. In the end, they both fell in love. You laughed a little, shaking your head. Yeah, that wouldn't happen if you did it. But, as ridiculous as the idea sounded, it was something you could try.

Once again, your smile dropped. You didn't have anyone you could ask to help you. You didn't have any friends really. You had Robin and that was sort of it. After high school, people did their own thing and moved on, getting jobs and moving away to different cities, towns, or states. What were you going to do? You were just full of bad ideas today, weren’t you?

'Call Robin?’ You asked yourself, and then nodded, ‘Yeah, call Robin,’ before you got into bed and turned off your lamp light. You'd call her tomorrow.

~~~

You twirled the curled line of the phone with your finger, tapping your foot impatiently as you waited for Robin to pick it up. When you heard her voice, you let out an audible sigh of relief.

"Thank you for calling Family Video, my name is Robin. How may I help you?"

"Robin, hey. It's me." You let out a sigh, as you glanced around you briefly.

It was silent on the other line for a moment, "Y/N? What- Why are you calling me? Are you alright?" She asked, sounding worried.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Uh, I really need to talk to you. I really need your help and advice or anything… Really." You spoke, a bit desperate as you continued to tap your foot.

“That’s a lot of ‘really’s.”Robin sighed on the other line, "What is it?" She asked, sounding concerned. “And where are you calling me from?”

"A phone booth,” You glanced around, feeling a bit cramped, “Okay, anyway, so I kind of..." You paused, cringing slightly, "... Told my mom that I had a boyfriend..."

"And you don't," Robin answered, before continuing, "Unless you do, and you just didn't tell me... Your best friend." She spoke in an accusatory voice only for you to shake your head as if she'd see you do that.

You ran a hand through your hair, "No, I don't, and that's the thing. She wants me to bring my imaginary made-up totally real boyfriend to dinner. Sunday!"

You heard a soft hissing, Robin was definitely cringing, "Oh, that's bad... Really bad. Why would you lie about that? I mean, I know that your mom's a bit... Eh."

"I just wanted her to stop badgering me about getting into a relationship, getting married, and having babies," You spoke in a mocking tone, "I've had enough of it."

"Well," Robin spoke, and you could tell through the phone that her gears were turning, "I could maybe help you. Depending on how desperate you are."

You let out another sigh, rolling your eyes slightly, "Robbie, I'd do anything. What's your idea?"

You heard shuffling on the other side of the phone, "Anything?” She asked, and you sighed, nodding.

“Yes, anything!”

“I know someone who could help. I'll ask him." Robin answered and your eyes widened.

"Wait," You paused, your eyebrows furrowing, "What do you mean, 'I know someone who could help'?" You began to panic.

"I mean fake dating, Y/N/N!" She laughed a bit, and you hummed, realizing you had that same idea the night before. Great minds think alike. "It'll work, just go to dinner and wait a couple of weeks before telling your mom that you and your boyfriend broke up."

Your mind raced, thinking it over, "I mean, that'll work... But then she'll get on my case again."

"She won't for the time that you're with your fake boyfriend," Robin added, making a point.

You pursed your lips, staring at the yellow phonebook on the small table below the payphone. "Fine, I'll do it. Now, who's this someone you know?" It was silent on the other end for a moment, worrying you, "Robin..?" You called out, hearing no reply. Did the call end? Did you need to add another quarter?

"I'm here. Sorry, uh, it's Harrington."

Your eyes widened, "Steve? King Steve?" You asked, closing your eyes as you let out a breath from your nose, becoming frustrated. "You know that he used to bully me in high school."

"Yeah, I know… And, I am not saying that what he did is okay, but " Robin tried as you groaned.

"He called me baby, and not the good kind of ‘baby’. I only cried that one time! And he was a jerk, the biggest jerk! And you know I tried to confront him about it, but he just brushed it off."

Robin sighed, "I know… He's changed, Y/N. He's not the 'King Steve' you used to know. Thankfully, he’s become a loser. Hasn’t scored with a girl in a long time," She laughed at the end, and you remembered the story she told you about the time at StarCourt Mall, the whiteboard she had for him, and what she and Steve had gone through. “I bet he’d agree to it. Pretending to have a girlfriend might be good for him. Might flip a switch in his brain and turn him from mister doofus to mister casanova once more.” She teased, as you bit your lip.

You glanced around the phone booth rapidly, before sighing, "I know. You’ve told me. I’ll do it, only if he wants to, not because you force him. Even though he’s a jerk, I’m a nice person.” You hear her laugh on the other line, “And thank you, Robin. You're the best."

You could tell that Robin was smiling on the other side, "I know. Now let me get back to work!"

You couldn't help but laugh too.

~~~

Flipping through your magazine, you kicked your legs in the air behind you, laying on your stomach as you listened to your radio playing the latest hits; Blondie, Queen, and so on. Robin sat on the bed with you, her legs propped up, bent at the knees as she leaned her back against your headboard; she was also looking through a magazine. You and Robin had planned to watch something, maybe The Breakfast Club or Back To The Future, but you both ended up just reading some magazines Robin had brought over. They were the typical magazine, fashion, gossip, and even a National Geographic which Robin loved to read when she wasn’t invested in a book. Sometimes, though, Robin and you would bake chocolate chip caramel scotchies cookies together, and rarely you’d get Robin to draw with you. She said that she wasn’t much of an artist.

This was usually how your Fridays went, spending time with Robin after her shift at Family Video. You also had a job, so you didn’t see Robin as often as you used to, but on Fridays and sometimes the weekends, she’d come over. You always had a great time, she had been your friend for years, ever since third grade. Speaking of her job though, you had almost forgotten about your unfortunate predicament.

You closed your magazine, getting bored of the gossip, sighing softly as you leaned your palm on your cheek, resting your elbow on the bed below. "Have you spoken to Steve?" You abruptly asked, tearing the bandaid as Robin glanced up from the magazine at you and back down.

"He'll do it," Robin answered simply, making you raise an eyebrow.

"Really?" You asked, slightly skeptical, observing Robin's face for any signs of deception, but Robin was the master of the Poker face, though you always beat her at Poker. "How did you convince him to do this?"

Robin shrugged, flipping to another page, "He owes me."

"He's okay with it?" You asked, continuing to worry, "If he isn't, I don't want to force him. I told you I don’t want to force him into this at all."

"Y/N, Steve said it was fine. He said he wanted to help," Robin said, smiling at you as you let out a small groan, rolling your eyes. “Plus, I thought you liked him or something?” Robin added teasingly, making you glare at her.

You decided to ignore her, placing your arm over your eyes, "This is stressing me out. You’re stressing me out."

"Don't stress too much," Robin spoke, leaning forward, placing the magazine on the side table beside the bed, and reaching out, placing her hand on top of yours, giving it a squeeze before going back to grab another of her magazines. "You'll still be coming to FV to talk to him, plan everything out, right?" She asked as you nodded, sitting up.

"Yeah..." You swallowed, licking your lips, "You told him that I was coming by during lunch to plan it with him, right?" You asked as Robin gave you a nod.

"Sure did." She smiled, giving you a thumbs up.

You hummed softly, plopping back down on your bed, and landing on your back, you watched your fan spin round and round above you. You looked around your room, turning your head to the side to look at the clock on the wall. You let out another sigh, knowing the next couple of days were going to be pretty stressful.

~~~

Walking down the sidewalk the next sunny day, you took a deep breath, letting out an exhale as you took in the world around you. The sun was shining brightly down upon you, which was not usual for Hawkins, Indiana. Normally the sky was gray and there were constant gloomy clouds in the sky, but today, the sun was high in the sky and there wasn't a cloud to be seen. Everything seemed so alive today, birds chirping, people driving down the road off to shop, work, or return to their families, children playing roller hockey in the streets near their houses, and even the trees seemed healthy and bright green today.

As you walked, you looked up at the sky, watching as tiny white flocks of birds flew between the leaves, landing on branches. It brought a smile to your face as you finally turned the corner and found yourself in front of Family Video. You paused, unstuffing your hands from your jeans pockets before giving yourself a moment to think and prepare yourself; giving yourself a pep-talk. You hadn't seen Steve since you both graduated, and you haven't even been in the shop after Robin told you that both she and Steve got the job. You didn't want to deal with the awkwardness and whatnot when being in the presence of Steve, or having to talk to him. That's why Robin always got your movies for you. You got a discount too.

Now you didn't want to say you felt rude or petty for holding a grudge against Steve for about two years, but what he did to you really hurt your feelings. It started in your Junior year when you failed your science test. You had spent weeks and stayed up late into the night to study for that test, and you were devastated. You cried until you couldn't cry any longer. You were mentally out of it. You had lost so many points and probably dropped your GPA. And Steve did not make that any better. You were at your locker, putting away your books after the third period, Science, when you just snapped, covering your face with your hands as you cried. You could hear their snickering, Tommy and Carol, before Steve had called out to you, calling you baby. But with his tone, and the way Tommy, Carol, and some other students all laughed, you knew it wasn't good. Steve's face was adorned with a smirk, his arms crossed as he leaned against some lockers across from you. You were embarrassed, mortified! You speed-walked to class that day and avoided Steve at all costs since then. But that didn't stop him from calling out to you with your new terrible nickname.

Aside from being incredibly upset with Steve, you were disappointed with yourself; for ever even having feelings for the guy in the first place. Yes, feelings, for King Steve. You didn’t know why you liked the guy in the first place. He was mean, a jerk, rude, but… He had great hair, a cute face, pretty eyes… Minus his popular bad boy persona, he was perfect. Thankfully, after that bullying and torment, you were able to push those feelings away, seeing an ugly side of Steve, the ruthless and uncaring side. But, from what Robin had said, Steve seemed to have changed. You didn't know for sure, though it was a small town, you avoided him as much as possible. But Robin was your best friend, and you would believe anything she told you, to an extent. You planned to just have a nice, peaceful conversation with Steve, and get all this over with. Let bygones be bygones. So, with your head held high, you entered the store.

As you entered the video store, you noticed no one was at the counter, so you slowly walked over, noticing the cardboard cut-out in the corner or the room before ringing the small bell upon it. It rang, the sound echoing throughout the store as you waited for a few seconds until a voice echoed from the back, and the sound of steps heading to the counter.

Steve entered, freezing when he spotted you, his eyes widening slightly before he cleared his throat, making his way around the counter. Pretending everything was hunky-dory and that he wasn’t a bit nervous. He stopped a good few feet from you, which you were thankful for. You crossed your arms, looking away from him as tension soon filled the space between the both of you.

"Hi." Steve finally spoke, clearing his throat. You nodded in response.

"Uh… Hi." You muttered back, keeping your gaze averted from him as you dropped your arms and fiddled with your fingers slightly.

It was silent again, and you were dying. You just wanted the world to open up below you and swallow you up.

"Uh," Steve spoke up, rubbing the back of his neck as he gave you an awkward smile, "Buckley told me you needed help."

You finally met his gaze, albeit reluctantly, "She told you the whole story?" You asked, wanting to make sure Steve knew what he was getting into.

He nodded, seemingly nervous or embarrassed, or something, "Yeah, and I'm willing to help. I know I might not be your first choice of a fake boyfriend, but I'll do my best to help you with your situation." He spoke, very professionally, surprising you.

You shifted your weight from side to side, "Well… Thank you." You muttered before Steve spoke up again.

"I'd also like to apologize for the way I treated you back in school. I didn't have good friends and had bad influences, and I know that isn't a fair excuse, but I still would like to say that I'm sorry. I was insensitive and an immature kid, and I shouldn't have done what I did. You know, trying to be ‘King Steve’ and all that." Steve spoke sincerely, looking at you seriously as you stared back at him for several moments. You weren't expecting such a sincere apology, and you weren't quite sure how to respond.

You bit your lip briefly, "Uh," You swallowed thickly, "Thank you, Steve. I appreciate that." Steve watched as you fiddled with your fingers, your hands clasped before you as you continued, "I'd like to apologize for this situation. I know what I'm asking you to do is a bit... Weird. You don't have to do it if you don't want to. And if don’t have to if robin is making you."

Steve gave you a smile, waving his hand, dismissing your thoughts, "No no, it's fine. I'd like to make up for what I put you through." He said, and you nodded, taking in mind Steve's very obvious personality change. Maybe Robin was right. "So..." He began, "How do you want to do this?" He asked and you glanced around the large store, nervous.

"Well, uh, could we talk more in private? Is there a break room?" You asked, and Steve nodded rapidly, before leading you to the back of the store, opening the door for you as you both entered the roomy break room. Shutting the door, Steve gestured to the chair at the table, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms as you sat down. You cleared his throat, glancing down at the table, trying to find the words to say. "My mom is having Sunday dinner, uh, Sunday, and she believes that I'm bringing my supposed boyfriend to meet her and my dad. It's just for that Sunday, in two days, after that we fake break up and that's that."

Steve nodded, staring down at the ground briefly. It was sort of an odd situation, something that could be in a movie or a book, but Steve didn’t really mind. He dealt with the Upside Down multiple times. If he could survive that, he could survive an uncomfortable dinner. Steve cleared his throat before looking back over at you. "Alright." He mumbled, scratching the back of his neck. "No offense, but is your mom really that bad? You can’t just tell her the truth?" He asked, and you nodded, letting out a small mirthless laugh.

"Yes, she is. And if she wasn’t, I would not have had to lie in the first place. She’s practically wicked." You ran a hand through your hair, "Sadly, you'll deal with her first hand." Soon, it was silent once more, and you stared down at the table before you, drawing shapes with your finger on the surface, "Uh," You began, looking up at Steve, "Do you have paper and a pencil or pen?"

Steve nodded with furrowed eyebrows, pushing off the wall and heading to his locker on the opposite wall, opening it, he pulled out a pad of paper and a #2 pencil. He walked over, handing them to you in which you thank him softly, before writing down a list. Steve watched, tilting his head confused before he sat in the chair across from you. He watched as you wrote in big letters, 'Rules' on the top of the page.

"What are you doing?" Steve asked as you looked up.

"Making the rules. We have to have rules for this so that both of us are comfortable and won't step over each other’s boundaries." You explained, before turning the pad of paper to the side.

Steve raised his eyebrows, "That's smart," He confessed, impressed.

One by one, the two of you added rules for each other to follow, and then, when everything had been completed on two separate sheets of paper, you signed your name at the bottom of the lists, before turning the pencil towards Steve; he took the pencil and signed his name below yours on both papers. You looked up at Steve as he did so, your eyes looking over his features, admiring his beauty; he brown eyes, eyebrows furrowed in concentration, the soft swoop of his hair, but you quickly looked away, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. You cursed at yourself mentally, feeling your heart begin to race; your feelings were coming back, and they were stronger than ever. Double-checking it between yourselves, you glanced at the clock on the wall, grabbing your copy of the rules before abruptly standing up from your seat; the metal of the chair scraping oddly against the floor.

"I- I have to get home. Thanks for helping me again, Steve. Uh, dinner's at six." You began as Steve turned around in his seat, accidentally cracking his back slightly as you quickly wandered to the door.

“Wait, Y/N,” He spoke up, making you pause mid-step, looking over at him, “Do you want to meet tomorrow at that diner on Millberry Road? Say three? Do some planning or whatever?” He asked, rendering you silent as you thought, making Steve speak up again, “I’ll buy you a milkshake..?” He offered and you bit your lip, looking at the ground before looking back over at him, nodding with a slight hint of a smile.

“Yeah, that sounds good. See you tomorrow.” You spoke before you rushed out of the break room and out of the store.

Steve watched as you left, before turning back around to stare at the table, he mentally noted that dinner was at six, and to ask Robin for your address. Steve let out a sigh, his brown eyes looking over at the pad of paper, reaching over to slide it over to him. He re-read it, his thumb brushing over the lines and strokes of your signature; slightly smudging the lead. Steve sighed deeply once again, both of his hands going into his hair, shutting his eyes as he pursed his lips. Glancing at the clock, he reluctantly got up, getting back into work after clocking back in. Walking to the front of the store, Steve rubbed his chest, taking note of how fast his heart was beating.

~~~

You stared down at the paper in front of you, re-reading the rules over and over. You didn't put it on the list, but you mentally added, 'Don't fall in love'. That was definitely a given. You collapsed on your bed, your head falling back into your plush pillow. You couldn't stop thinking about Steve. His bright honey-brown eyes, his soft-looking, brown hair, the way he talked to you, the look of absolute determination in his eyes as he signed the contracts. When he apologized to you, you slowly realized that maybe Robin was right. Steve definitely seemed nicer, he was polite and kind, and most importantly, he was kind enough to help you with this whole 'fake dating' lie to your mother.

Your mind began to wonder, wondering how things could go horribly wrong.. You weren't sure you could keep things under control if they did. What if something happened? What if you both weren’t believable enough and your mother saw right through you? What if she got suspicious enough that you had to prove to her that you were dating? You wouldn't know what to do. If your mom found out about the lie, she'd kill you, or worse, kick you out of the house.

You closed your eyes, your mind was blank until immediately picturing Steve, which made you groan, grabbing your other pillow and smashing it in your face. Why did he have to be so cute? Why did he have to have such nice hair? Why did he have to make your heart race and butterflies erupt in your stomach? And why did he have to be nice to you? It was easy to hate him when he was mean to you. But he was so understanding and sincere when he apologized to you. Opening the door for you… So gentlemanly and charming... You were really questioning things tonight. You shook your head, refusing to think about these things any longer. Somehow, you were able to get to sleep, anxious for the next two days.

Steve, on his end, was feeling more or less the same. Staring up at his ceiling as he repeated his interaction with you earlier in the afternoon. Steve still felt terrible about his actions towards you years prior, and he hoped that you'd forgive him. He then thought back to when Robin came to him about your dilemma, about your lie, how unbearable your mother was, and that he owed her and needed to help her best friend. Steve was a bit hesitant, more confused than anything, but he wanted to help you; as said before, he wanted to make up for the things he had said to you.

Steve tried to sleep, but it was hard. Turning to his bedside table, he reached over and grabbed the notepad, re-reading the rules. Flipping the paper up to re-read your address that he got from Robin, and next to it in red ink from his favorite pen were the words, 'six pm'. What was he going to wear? Is this going to be a fancy dinner, or should he just wear jeans and a T-shirt? Button-up? Should he bring you and your mom flowers, so it was believable? You and he didn't really talk about how to really act in front of your parents, except to act like 'we like each other.' You even gave rom-com movies as an example. Steve understood this was going to be acting, pretending to like each other, to love each other. And Steve knew that this was going to be awkward, but he also knew that you weren't asking for much. He could tell you were serious, dead serious, and you probably would've done anything to keep your lie a reality. Steve chuckled lightly to himself, thinking back to the making of the rules, it felt like a school project. Shutting his eyes, Steve fell asleep, preparing himself for his diner meet-up with you the next day.

~~~

Steve let out a shaky breath, fiddling with the two bouquets of flowers in his hands; one of Lilies for your mother, and one of the roses for you. He didn’t know what flowers were your favorite, so he chose roses, and he hoped you’d like them. Steve then double-checked his outfit, making sure his nice blue button-up was wrinkle-free, along with his dark jeans. Steve made sure while he was planning his outfit that the shirt wasn’t the hue ‘true blue,’ the color haunted him and reminded him way too much of his old Scoops Ahoy outfit. He only hoped he could play it cool and make everything believable for you. Staring down at his shoes, he went through your conversation with him yesterday.

"I just want to warn you, my mom is really overbearing. She'll probably ask us a lot of questions about our relationship, so we have to be sure we are on the same page here." You spoke, swirling your straw around in your milkshake as you sat across from Steve at a small diner.

Steve gave you a small awkward smile, "So, what did you have in mind?" He asked and you shrugged.

"Well, let me know if you want to change anything. But, I had told her that we had been together for a while, so let's just tell her we've been together for like six months. That's believable."

Steve nodded, agreeing, "Sounds good, where'd we meet?"

You shrugged, "I don't know, where do you want us to meet?"

Steve paused, thinking before he did his one shrug, "The arcade? I mean, I bring Henderson and his friends there sometimes when I babysit them." He suggested and you hummed, pursing your lips as you thought before nodding.

You furrowed your eyebrows, taking in his sentence, “Babysit? You babysit that Henderson kid and his friends? When did that happen?” You asked, taking a bite of your fries.

“It started a few years ago. I just sort of fell into the job really. You know, driving them places and then driving them back. Giving them life advice…” Steve took a bite of his burger, “I may be a pretty shitty boyfriend, but… Turns out I’m a pretty damn good babysitter.” He laughed awkwardly, as he ate, making you let out a chuckle. Steve paused briefly, rolling his eyes, “Yeah, I’d laugh too. Great with kids, but terrible with the ladies.”

You waved your hand, shaking your hand, “No, no! I’m not laughing at that… It’s just… Life advice? You? No offense, but I just don’t think that ends well.” If anything, Steve knew how to make you laugh.

Steve couldn’t help but smile, stirring his melting chocolate milkshake with his red straw, “Yeah, I see what you mean. But, I give great hair advice!” He exclaimed proudly, making you chuckle once more.

“I’m sure you do.” You spoke up, your laughter dying down as the two of you just stared at each other, until Steve cleared his throat and you looked down at your milkshake. Glancing at Steve one more time, you thought you saw the softest pink shade appear on his cheeks. You shook her head, wishful thinking.

“So…” Steve began, “The arcade...” Steve prompted and you nodded, getting back on topic.

"Y- Yeah," You took a sip of your milkshake, "I like the arcade. Been there before. My mom would believe it." You agreed, "I- I don't know what else she's going to ask. We might have to make stuff up while we go."

Steve nodded, taking a sip of his own milkshake, "That's fine. I'm good at making things up. You know, from my partying days."

"You don't party anymore?" You asked, tilting your head to the side, as Steve nodded.

"Yeah, don't really have time for that anymore. I spend most of my time at work, or watching Henderson, or..." Steve paused, glancing down at the table as you stared at him confused, and slightly worried. "Just trying to survive life, I guess." He tried to joke, giving you a nervous smile before running a hand through his hair. You watched him run his fingers through his soft brown hair, almost in slow-motion, wishing you could just reach out and touch it. But, you had other important things to pay attention to, like this fake dating scheme.

You cleared your throat, having a slight inkling of what Steve was talking about, Robin had mentioned it to you before. It reminded you of a fairy tale, something not possible in this world; magic and whatnot. But you had seen the scar on Robin's calf, and Robin would never lie to you. "Robin told me about that." You spoke up softly, causing Steve to glance over at you, "She said you had gone through a lot over the past few years. Dealing with the... Side Down or something... I forgot the name." You finished, as Steve's eyes widened.

"She told you?" His voice was filled with shock.

You nodded, "Yeah... She tells me everything." You explained and Steve nodded, biting his lip as he looked away from you, a sad look in his eyes. “I’m sorry, I- I shouldn’t have brought that up.” You apologized, but Steve shook his head.

“No, it’s fine. Don’t worry.” It was silent, tension high in the air, almost suffocating you as you regretted bringing up something so traumatic. Steve, however, broke the silence, clearing his throat nervously before speaking up again, "So... Is there anything I should bring to dinner?” He asked you, looking back at you, as he took another bite of his burger.

You thought for a second, glancing around the room before shrugging, "I don't know. You've dated before. What do you usually bring to family dinners?" You asked, before finishing your milkshake completely.

"Well," Steve began, clearing his throat again, as he felt slightly embarrassed, "I've only had one, and I’ve brought flowers, candy, a bear once, you know, those romantic, sappy types of things."

You nodded, dabbing your lips with a napkin, "Well, you don't have to bring anything if you don't want to, but my mom loves Lilies. She thinks their scent can rejuvenate her skin or something…" You rolled your eyes.

Steve couldn't help but chuckle a little, feeling a bit more comfortable as he smiled slightly, "That's- That's good to know."

Letting out a breath, Steve raised his hand up and knocked on the door. Looking down at the cobble steps of the open porch, the door opened, revealing your mother. Your mom's smile widened at the sight of Steve, immediately stepped aside to let him in. Steve smiled awkwardly as your mom shut the door, turning to him.

"You must be Steve! It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Y/N's mom, Mary, but you can just call me 'mom'." She exclaimed happily as Steve gave her a polite smile, realizing that you were right and that your mom was a bit overwhelming. Your mom then noticed the flowers in his hand, placing her hands on her chest as she gasped. "Are those for me?" She asked and Steve nodded, handing them to her. "They are my favorite!"

"Your daughter told me you liked them," Steve mentioned as your mom sighed after sniffing the lilies, subconsciously petting the white petals.

"Speaking of my daughter..." She then turned towards the stairs. "Y/N! Your boyfriend is here!" She yelled up the stairs, her tone sharp, but still holding that excitement, causing you to quickly walk out onto the landing, a blush spreading on your face.

Steve froze. There you stood, wearing a very nice outfit, a little bit nicer than what you usually wore, and you even did your hair. You looked very pretty and Steve's heart skipped a beat as your eyes met his, and you gave him a gentle smile. "Hi," You whispered quietly, shyly, and Steve returned the gesture, clearing his throat before speaking as he felt his mouth dry up slightly.

"Hey, Y/N." He greeted you before handing you a bouquet of roses from behind his back. "These are for you."

You couldn't help but let your smile widen, taking the flowers in your hands, staring down at the perfect twelve roses as you felt your heart begin to race, your stomach twisting anxiously. After taking in the familiar scent of the roses, you looked up at Steve and he smiled down at you, "Thank you, Steve. They're beautiful." Your cheeks flushed, and you couldn't help but feel slightly embarrassed by the whole thing.

Steve rubbed the back of his neck, "No problem, sweetheart."

'Man,' You thought, as your face began to flush wildly from his nickname for you, 'He's a good actor.'

Your mother then ruined whatever moment you were both having, snatching your bouquet from you and giving Steve a smile. "Well, dinner isn't ready yet, so we can get settled down at the table until it is. I'm going to put these in some water." You both followed your mom to the dining room, where Steve pulled out your chair for you, waiting until you were situated before pushing you in and sitting down next to you. He gave you a small smile and you smiled back, hoping that the night would go smoothly. "I hope you're hungry because I made your favorite; fried chicken."

Your jaw dropped in surprise, "Oh wow, thank you, Mom." You said, pretty shocked and Steve chuckled at your reaction. "I thought you were going to make your meatloaf?"

She gave you a shrug, "I changed my mind, this is a special occasion after all." She smirked, giving you and Steve a wink as you groaned slightly after she left for the kitchen.

Your dad then entered the room, took his usual seat, opening his newspaper. Steve went to stand up to greet him but your father stopped him. "Don't need to stand up, son." He spoke gruffly, nudging his thick-framed glasses up the bridge of his nose, "You have my blessing."

Steve's mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water as he sat back down. You covered your face with your hands, your face feeling hot as your embarrassment flowed over you in giant waves. Steve noticed this, his small, embarrassed smile turning into a frown as he looked at you. He hoped the night would move swiftly, for your sake. Wanting to comfort you, he reached out and placed a hand on your back, gaining your attention. You sat up, dropping your hands from your face and looking over at Steve, reveling in the way his hand gave off a soothing warmth. He then gave you a reassuring smile and you managed to give him one back.

Taking a bit of a risk, Steve reached over to grab the bottom of your chair, giving you a grin and wink and with a small tug, he drew the chair closer to him. You gave Steve a look, smiling at his ridiculousness just before your mom came back into the dining room, holding a giant plate of homemade fried chicken; wearing pink oven mitts with little red hearts on them. Bringing back some sides, and placing them on the table as well, she sat down across from you before looking at both you and Steve expectantly.

"So," She trailed off, "Tell me about yourself, Steve."

"Me?" He questioned, as your mom nodded enthusiastically.

"Yes, tell us about yourself. What you do for a living, and so on," Your mom exclaimed as she began to put food on her plate, scooping mashed potatoes on her plate; next to a fried chicken thigh. "I want to know more about the young man who is dating my daughter."

"Alright," He said, putting chicken, green beans, and mashed potatoes on his own plate, you following beside him. "Well, I was born and raised here, graduated high school, work at the Family Video down the block, and occasionally babysit a few kids." He listed off casually, as your mom's brows furrowed slowly the more she listened to his sentence.

"You work at Family Video?" She questioned suspiciously, almost as if she was judging him, and you knew she was. Many times your mother wanted you to marry a rich man. It was irritating.

Steve nodded, swallowing a bite of food as you chewed slowly beside him, "Uh, yes. I work there." He answered simply, and your mother frowned, before getting back to her food.

"Well, I can only hope that you'll find another better-paying job once you marry my daughter?" She hinted, throwing some shade, as Steve took his turn to frown slightly, but did well hiding his true feelings; as you turned to stare down at your food. The four of you ate in an awkward silence, as you tried to think of something to say. Finally, after several minutes of silence, your mom decided that it was time to speak up again. "Well, Steve," She swallowed her food, "What do your parents do for work?" She asked, and Steve looked up from his food, pausing his eating to answer.

"My father's a business owner, and my mother and him travel for work." He answered simply, trying to get past the subject of his parents as your mother seemed pleased with the answer.

You felt terrible. You didn't mean to upset him or to make him uncomfortable. You began to regret asking Steve to do this. You should've just told your mother the truth. It would have been the right thing to do. Glancing over at Steve, he slowly ate his food, though he seemed alright, his eyes told a different story. Those brown eyes stared sadly down at his plate, upset and probably embarrassed that he had to explain himself to your mother. Slowly reaching over, you placed your hand over Steve's on his leg, giving his hand a slight squeeze. Steve glanced up at you, his eyes softening at the sight, as he gave your hand a light squeeze in return.

After dinner, your mom led you and Steve to the living room where the three of you sat on the couch, and your father sat in his recliner. Your mother then reached over to grab your baby photos, making you groan as your mother handed the book to Steve. “Mom, please, no-”

"This is Y/N when she took her first steps, oh, and this is her when she lost her first tooth!" Your mother exclaimed, interrupting you as Steve smiled, looking at the pictures of you as a young kid. You felt your cheeks flush once more as your mother continued to show Steve picture after picture of you. Steve glanced over at you, before taking your hand in his placing both his and your intertwined hands in his lap.

You began to pay attention to Steve's hand in yours rather than your mother’s ramblings on how you used to have a baby blanket named ‘Blakie,’ but focusing on how small your hand was in his. His palm was warm and calloused, fitting perfectly into yours. It calmed your nerves slightly as you listen to your mom describe every single photo, your eyes never leaving Steve's hand in yours.

"So, Steve," Your mother then spoke up, gaining your attention along with Steve's as she shut the photobook. "How many kids are you thinking of having?"

You felt like your heart dropped to the pit of your stomach, completely notified as Steve almost choked on his own spit, clearing his throat as his own cheeks turned pink; his grip on your hand tightening slightly. "Uh, well, I think we're a bit too young to plan that out right now." He came up with an excuse on the spot.

Your mom let out a small sigh, disappointed, "Well, if you ever decide to have children, you better start planning soon. But not before getting married. I don't want any grandkids out of wedlock."

He nodded, still unsure of what to do or say. "Will do, ma’am..."

Your mother gave Steve a smile and nodded happily, letting out a sigh as your mother stood from the couch, "Well, I'm going to get dessert ready. How about you two love birds go upstairs for a while?" She asked, but it seemed more like a command as you quickly stood, pulling Steve off the couch with a slight tug. You didn’t care what she was insinuating, you just wanted to get away from her. You quickly made it out of the living room, making it halfway up the stairs before your mom called out to you and Steve again, "Behave yourselves, you two." She teased, as you ducked your head and led Steve to your room.

Shutting the door, you ran a hand through your hair, before pacing your room as Steve stuffed his hands in his jeans pockets, taking in your room before looking over at you. "I can't believe her." You exclaimed, "She is so... Upsetting!"

Steve laughed softly, shaking his head. "Yeah, she really is." He agreed with you, watching you pace around your room. "You really weren't kidding when you said that she was overbearing."

You stopped, letting out a sigh, and turning to Steve, your shoulders dropped, "I'm sorry about her. I'm sorry in general. I mean, I should've just told her the truth. Instead, I’ve put you in this awful situation.” You crossed your arms around yourself.

"Hey, don't beat yourself up about it," Steve replied, walking over to you. "I agreed to do this."

You only shook your head, moving past him and sitting down on the edge of your bed. "Yeah, but I wasn't expecting her to be so pushy." You mumbled, looking down at your hands in your lap.

Steve sat next to you, grabbing your hand in his own. "Y/N, hey, look at me." You didn’t really want to, but you looked up at Steve, meeting his eyes as he held your hand gently in his, his thumb rubbing softly over your knuckles. "It's going to be fine. If anything, I should be thanking you for asking me to do this."

You looked at Steve, furrowing your eyebrows, "What? Why?"

"Well, because now I know that you like Bon Jovi." He said as if it was a common fact, pointing at your large poster of the band. “And that you like Return Of The Jedi,” Steve then pointed to the wall beside him, the wall adorned with a giant poster of the movie, featuring R2D2, C3PO, and the Ewoks. “I just love those teddy bears.”

You couldn't help but laugh, covering your mouth with your free hand as you did so. "Teddy bears? That is so random!" You laughed out as Steve chuckled lightly too.

Steve then looked over at you, his eyes widening slightly as he watched you laugh. Steve's mind went blank, as he only focused on you; your sweet laugh, the smile on your face, everything about you just seemed so perfect to him. God, you were beautiful. As your laughter subsided, his eyes traveled down to your lips before looking back up at your bright eyes. You were still smiling as you looked over at Steve, pausing slightly as you tilted your head to the side.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" You asked, noticing Steve's expression, so gentle; soft.

You watched as his lips parted slightly as if hesitating to tell you the reason behind his behavior. After a few seconds of hesitation, Steve opened his mouth. "Because..."

"Because... What?" You asked curiously, albeit worried.

"Because..." He paused and took a deep breath, staring down at his hand in yours in his lap, "Because I think I might have feelings for you." He finally managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper.

You blinked, your smile faltering as your eyes widened slightly. "Oh." Was all you could manage to say as Steve's eyes drifted away from yours, feeling as if someone was just squeezing his heart, squeezing it until it burst in his chest.

"I'm sorry, it was stupid, I shouldn't have said-" He started apologizing, but you cut him off, reaching forward and placing your free hand on his arm briefly.

"No, no," You interrupted, "Don't apologize. Please." You pleaded. "Please don't apologize, Steve." You then looked down at your hand in his, "I really like you too, Steve."

"But..." He trailed off, having a feeling that there was something more, but you quickly looked up at Steve and shook your head.

"No, Steve. There are no 'buts'." You insisted firmly, giving him a reassuring smile as you saw the hurt flash across his eyes. "I like you too. I... Uh, I have since high school."

Steve furrowed his eyebrows, "But I bullied you..." He said sadly.

You nodded, "Yeah, I liked you before you did that." You glanced up at him, "And I still like you now. I was a bit nervous about you helping me because of the huge crush that I have on you." You confessed, looking back down.

Steve let out a deep breath of relief, becoming overwhelmingly happy, relaxing slightly under your touch as you squeezed his hand gently, "Well, that's a relief, believe it or not, I've had terrible luck in the ladies department for the past couple of years." He tried to joke, making you laugh lightly as you felt your cheeks become pretty warm.

"Yeah, I know. Robin's told me." And Steve sighed dramatically, letting his forehead fall on your shoulder, mentally noting to talk to Robin later, "She told me all about how much of a loser you are." You couldn't stop giggling.

Steve couldn't help but start to laugh too, lifting his head, "The whiteboard?" He asked, and you nodded, covering your mouth with your free hand again, as you nodded.

"The whiteboard." You confirmed, as Steve just shook his head, gazing down at you with a smile.

"Can I kiss you?" Steve then asked, making your eyes widen slightly as your laughing died down again, causing Steve to panic for a second. "Unless you don't want to. Sorry if that was a little forward, I guess I didn't even think about-"

You placed a finger against his lips, his lips becoming smushed against your finger, effectively shushing him. "Steve, I would love for you to kiss me." You said, a shy smile creeping onto your face.

Steve smiled at you, leaning in closer to you, his nose brushing lightly against yours. "You know," He began, his voice low as you stared into his hypnotizing brown eyes, "We're breaking a lot of our rules." He finished as you shuffled slightly.

You bit your lip nervously, "Are we?" You asked, glancing down at his lips.

He simply smirked, and suddenly closed his eyes, slowly bringing his lips down to meet yours. Your body tingled as he pressed his lips to yours, one arm wrapped tightly around your waist as the other rested on your cheek, holding you close to him as your hands wrapped around his neck, your fingers tangling themselves into his thick brown hair.

After what seemed like hours, Steve pulled away, resting his forehead against yours as he exhaled heavily. "That was... Wow." He breathed. His breath ghosted against your skin, making goosebumps run along your body, "God, okay, one more time." He practically begged quietly, running his thumb over your cheek before you pressed your lips to his once more. You melted into his embrace, you let out a little giggle as he kissed you repeatedly, pressing peck after peck to your lips, cheeks, forehead, and nose. Pulling away, you couldn’t help but smile, Steve mimicking you. "I don't think I will ever get tired of kissing you," Steve admitted, a soft grin forming on his face.

"Me neither." You whispered, smiling softly as he grinned at you.

"We should probably go see if dessert is ready," Steve muttered and you rolled your eyes, not really wanting to go back downstairs.

"I was thinking we should skip dessert, and watch a movie..." You suggested with a shrug, as Steve couldn't help but grin. “I’ve got Return Of The Jedi on tape.”

"Marry Me." Steve sighed out, before tackling you back onto the bed, making you erupt into a fit of laughter.

By the end of the month, you had a happy mother, a lie that never had to be revealed, and a real boyfriend that made your heart soar. Now, Steve didn't immediately become your boyfriend. After the dinner with your parents, Steve wanted to go on a proper date with you; taking you to a diner and getting to know each other better. By the end of the month, you moved out of your mom's house and moved into Steve's parent's house, looking for an apartment out of Hawkins. And moving there wasn’t really a problem, seeing as Steve’s parents were never there. You never thought that your fake dating would turn into such an amazing relationship, but as you gazed up at Steve's sleeping form beside you as you curled into his arms, you knew that you wouldn't trade any of it for anything in the world.

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princessfbi · 7 months

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Mayhaps #21 for the one bed prompt, if it sparks something

21. "It's alright, I'm here."

The first couple of days weren’t so bad. Or maybe they weren’t so bad because everyone was already so on edge that when Eddie needed them, it was a relief to have something to do about the static kinetic energy sparking in their blood. Eddie mostly drifted, stringing together a few sentences for Christopher before someone ushered him away to preoccupy him from worrying about the way Eddie’s words would slur before he fell back asleep.

It was the fourth day that everything started to crash down into the hard reality. Eddie patience for the constant fussing eventually waned with his need for independence making him a little testier than usual. The others gave him space, hovering on his peripheral in case he wobbled.

Buck had a feeling Eddie locked his knees so he wouldn’t.

But Buck didn’t. Eddie could gripe and growl and bark all he wanted but Buck wasn’t going anywhere.

It hadn’t been the independence that had worried him. He got it. He’d been practically clawing at the walls when he’d been left alone in an empty brand new apartment with his leg wrapped in plaster and his arms too tired to hoist himself up onto his crutches. Honestly, Buck was more surprised that Eddie lasted as long as he did.

No, what had Buck worried about was that Eddie had wanted to start weening himself off the harder painkillers.

Buck got it. Sooner was better than later with that stuff and he’d found they only really helped you sleep more than anything else. But the fog of the drug never quite lifted when you were awake and all you could do was sit around and wait for the next dose.

But Buck also knew how much those drugs fought back when you started to cut them off and Buck understood how someone could so easily get addicted to them because all you wanted was for them to stop. The shakes, the anxiety, the way your blood would feel like it was going to vibrate out right beneath your skin. The way it felt like your body was a hostage. The nightmares.

He’d been waiting for those.

It wasn’t loud when it happened. Just some rustling fabric and a sharp inhalation that aborted the scream that would’ve been on the exhale if Eddie hadn’t gotten a hold of himself. Then quiet bitten off cursing as Buck quietly padded down the dark hallway to Eddie’s room.

“Eddie?” Buck called, purposefully making his footsteps louder so he didn’t startle him.

Buck didn’t think he succeeded because another noise fell that sounded like an ugly warped thing of a frustrated sigh and a pained sob stopped by Eddie’s teeth. Buck hurried into the room.

He couldn’t see him in the dark, just the silhouetted shape of his slumped shoulders and the wild tousle of bed head that always made Buck want to reach out and run his fingers through it.

“I’m okay,” Eddie said, half tangled in the sheet while he desperately squirmed to sit up. The two words sounded like they had gone through a shredder in his throat. “Go back to—”

Buck jumped forward as Eddie jolted with a hiss, his hand flying up to his shoulder where the stitches were still holding his skin together. Buck turned on the bed side light and knelt beside the bed, mindful of Eddie’s legs still twisted up in his blanket. Eddie’s teeth were digging into his lip to muffle his cry of pain with sweat seeping through his shirt and trailing down his temple. Pain, deep agonizing pain, was etched into Eddie’s face as he held his breath.

“It's alright. I'm here. Breathe through it, Eddie,” Buck said, grabbing one of the medicine bottles still sitting untouched where Buck had left them earlier. A whimper fell from Eddie’s lips and Buck somehow managed to keep his trembling fingers under control to open the medicine.

“No,” Eddie said when Buck held out a pill to him.

“It’s just the Tylenol. It’ll help,” Buck said. Buck half expected him to fight it. Eddie had been anything but cooperative the last couple of days.

But then Eddie shuddered and his eyes swam as he gave in. He popped the pill in his mouth, leaning into Buck as Buck helped him upright before uncapping the water and handing it to him.

Eddie drank once, twice, three times before he came up gasping and sagged into Buck’s shoulder like all his strings had been cut. Instinct was Buck’s only form of operation then, too tired and too worn thin to even be slightly freaked out at the way he could feel Eddie’s eyelashes fluttering against his throat. He curled his arm up and around him, smoothing his palm against his spine as he rubbed what he hoped were soothing circles.

“Nightmares?” He guessed from the trembling settling into Eddie’s shoulders.

A dark humorless laugh fell from Eddie like a broken gasp. “Yeah. The warning label wasn’t kidding.”

Buck didn’t say that he wouldn’t have been surprised if it wasn’t just the meds to blame. He certainly didn’t have any narcotics to blame for his own nightmares.

Eddie let out a broken breath that sounded like it’d been knocked against all his ribs.

“Sorry,” Eddie said. “I didn’t—”

“I’ve been there, remember? I’ve got your back.” Buck dug the heel of his palm into his back until he felt the tension in Eddie’s muscles fade away.

He would’ve stayed there all night if Eddie would’ve let him.

“I was… I was trying to go to the bathroom,” Eddie said and it sounded as quiet as a confessional.

“Let me help.” Another grumble and a spark of Eddie’s earlier annoyance made an appearance but Buck would take that over pain and fear any day. “Come on. Hold onto me.”

Eddie’s free arm curled around Buck’s neck with his other arm still strapped to his chest and Buck helped lift him more upright before turning so he could swing his legs to the side. It was slow and painful but Eddie was getting better and better at being able to stand upright without the threat of buckling on the first step. Buck busied himself with straightening Eddie's blankets and sheets while Eddie went to the restroom. The sounds of the faucet running longer than normal painted a picture of what Eddie was doing. Buck knew enough about nightmares to know the splashing of water against your too hot face only helped so much.

Buck turned around when Eddie shuffled back in and helped him into bed in reverse that time. The same arm curled around Buck's neck with Buck holding onto Eddie's hips to help guide him back down.

A huff of air escaped Eddie's lips the moment he was down and Buck could've sworn he felt Eddie's arm tighten like he didn't want to let go. But he did and Buck gave him space to rearrange his limbs under the covers until he found a comfortable spot.

"Need anything else?" Buck asked and he stared down at Eddie as he watched him war with himself again.

Again, nothing new. It wasn't in Eddie's nature to ask for help. Buck knew what he'd been getting himself into when he'd all but made camp on the Diazs' couch. He knew Eddie and he knew that Eddie was feeling vulnerable and stubborn which meant Buck had to anticipate and—

The hand that curled around Buck's wrist was so soft and warm.

"Will you... Please..." Eddie tore his eyes away and he almost looked angry with himself over something Buck didn't understand. He took a long measured breath that hissed through his nose. "I don't want to be alone."

Oh.

Buck's heart skipped a beat in his chest. "Ar-re you sure?"

Eddie's fingers dug into Buck's skin like he wanted to claw his way into Buck's very soul. He still wouldn't look at him.

"Please don't make me ask it again. I just... I..."

Instincts took over again and Buck didn't even think. He turned off the light and somehow managed to get Eddie to let him go long enough so he could climb onto the other side of the mattress. He was careful of jostling Eddie too much and tried to find a position that wouldn't crowd him. Eddie tolerated it for only a few seconds before he sagged against Buck's side and breathed for what sounded like the first time in ages.

Oh.

Send Me There's Only One Bed Prompts

#911fic #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #buddie fic #my fic writing #prompt game #royal decree #theplaceyoustillrememberdreaming

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iwantanywayyy · 1 month

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dad and i are sitting on the couch together watching tv. it's Friday night so neither of us should be worried about getting up early tomorrow. i honestly always feel on edge when i have to stay at dad's for the weekends. he watches me do things i know dads shouldnt but he says it's because he loves me and wants to make sure im healthy and safe.

as we're watching the movie he keeps hinting i should go to bed because it's late. every time he talks he presses his toes up against me...i shudder every time and cant help clinging onto the side of the couch. i swear sometimes i see him smirk. he seems annoyed every time i tell him i want to stay up and shakes his foot against my pajama shorts before slightly relieving pressure.

after the fourth time hinting he got up and started muttering to himself as he walked to the kitchen.

i quickly shoved my hands under my panties and checked and oh gosh im so wet why am i wet?! im scared because i know dad does bad things but i can never remember anything i feel crazy and if im wet does that mean i like it? does he know i like it? i hear his footsteps coming back and i quickly squirm back into the position i was in before he left trying to make my face cool down.

he has a cup of water in each hand and i smile in appreciation as he gives me one. taking a few sips i go to put it down but dad tells me to keep drinking because it will make me go to bed quicker. he says he's tired and will do the same but he cant sleep until i do so he counts us down and we both finish our waters before he puts his arm around me and lets me cuddle against him. honestly it made me kind of uncomfortable but dad is so big and he was so warm and made me feel safe at the same time.

as the movie goes on i feel my eyes starting to get hazy. i didnt think the water trick was gonna work that quickly (i didnt think it would work at all honestly but dad's old and maybe it works for him) i mutter out to him im sleepy and try to stand up to bring myself to my bedroom but in my efforts dad firmly grabs my thigh and plops me back down next to him. i dont know why but this made me giggly so i tried standing up again just so he'd do it and i stumbled back on the couch letting myself fall all the way back.

my eyes were closed for i dont know how long and i felt so sleepy but dad woke me up when i felt his teeth biting into my neck making my eyes flutter open and i couldnt help but cry out i didnt know what was happening i looked down and my tits were pulled out of my top and dad has two fingers trying to shove their way into my little pussy as i squirm against him starting to cry pleading with him over and over to stop but he just hushes me and grabs my neck pulling me up with one hand and pushing me flat against the couch as he strips my pajama shorts off my flailing legs as he tried to force them apart but i fight against him which i shouldn't have because he took his second hand and brought it up to my neck choking me so hard i thought i was going to die!

when he let go i gasped for air and laid there as he easily picked up my legs and placed himself between them. i started crying when i looked down and saw his face pressed against my pussy and felt his tongue drilling my little hole.

"mmmmm little girl stop crying this little pussy is so wet for your daddy isnt it? ive tasted this cute little cunt before you know that sweetheart?"

he shoved a finger inside me making me cry out and beg him to stop i couldnt think at all i felt so weak what was he doing and why didnt i want him to actually stop?!

"you've got no fight left babygirl? you want daddy to breed that tight little teen pussy?"

i laid on the couch exposed and dripping, crying, feeling defeated as my dad pushed my thighs against my chest and lined his big cock against his daughters pussy that he just ran his tongue all over like an animal not caring what im feeling just taking what he wants.

"I'm a filthy fucking man baby im gonna rape my seed into your little teen cunt do you know what that means sweetie?"

i stopped writing there dangit i wanted to know what happened next :/

#k!nk #r@pe kink #cnc k!nk #r@pe fantasy #daddy k!nk #d@d #cnc drugging #rough cnc #breeding k1nk #dont mind me logging in every 2 months to post 3 things lol

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celaenaeiln · 6 months

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12 am anon here. okay so uh we havent talked about it cause i rly dunno how to tell them “yeah i think ur rly cute and i love it when you ramble abt the things you like and sometimes i do wanna kiss u” . anyways what songs do u think are dick grayson coded

personally some that come to mind are surface pressure from encanto, bad idea right and brutal by olivia rodrigo, and nerves by dpr ian. spring day by bts specifically when it comes to donna and wally and all his other dead loved ones

*older post I'm getting to now, 12 am anon and girlfriend are happily together, I just needed time to collate a list*

But that aside, you are literally the cutest. You make me so happy every time ;)

Surface Pressure, Bad Idea Right, and Brutal are all spot on!

I'd never heard Nerves before but now I've listened to it on repeat

Spring Day (eng ver) hadn't even entered my mind but now it won't get out.

Honestly all of Taylor Swift's and Olivia Rorigo's songs match Dick so perfectly

Orange are feel goods/exciting/dramatic story creation types

Blacks are sad/meloncholy/reflection songs about the darker side

I guess this is a Dick Grayson playlist.

Songs-

Come Hang Out by AJR - The Titans with Dick

You're Gonna Go Far Kid by The Offspring - self-explanatory.

Warriors of the Mind

You're on your own kid

This kpop song (anon knows, you might too)

My Version of You by Beth Crowley - reminded me of Tim and Dick's relationship when they fought during Dick's Batman era

Stop you're losing me by Taylor Swift - matches Dick fighting with Bruce

Unstoppable by Sia - reminds me of how the entire Superhero community relies on Dick and how he reacts in response

Let the Games Begin by AJR - is Dick constantly acting and ready for attention. Dick dealing with Gotham high society

Whatever It Takes by Imagine Dragons - embodies him in his entirety. If there's one song that defines him, it's this for me.

Toxic Thoughts by Faith Marie - Him struggling with his insecurities of breaking his own records

Welcome to the Show by Britt Nicole - Robin Dick being a little psycho and taking his team on an adventure

The First One by Astrid S - careful. It's about Nightwing (1996) Issue #134. Not sure if it can be considered canon or not, it's a gray area for me

Leader of the Landslide by The Lumineers - Basically Dick's reaction to Bruce abandoning him with all the kids and him being protective of them. Relates to Gotham War most clearly but always

Fire by Gavin Degraw - Dick's bamfness and journey

Christmas Kids by Roar - Here comes Bruce's messed up attachment issues to Dick

Million to One by Camila Cabello - Dick's perfectionist issues and dreams of being greater

If You Go Down ( I'm Going Down Too) by Kelsea Ballerini - Dick and Donna's ride or die relationship.

Don't Think Just Run by Beth Crowley - Dick, leadership, and the superheroes' reliance on him

Labour - Dick hypothically getting tired of Bruce dumping every single thing on him

Panic Room by Au/Ra - Scarecrow telling Dick in Knight Terrors that his fear may be the scariest fear of them all. I'm just imagining everyone getting trapped in Dick's head and being forced to face his fear. That would be such a fun story to write.

Rise by Katy Perry - Dick will always overcome and thrive.

Edge of Glory by Lady Gaga - Dick with the Titans just as they score a major victory

Human by Christina Perri - Dick asking for a reprieve (in his head)

Human by Krewlla - Same but sadder

Dress by Charlotte Sands - Other people falling in love with Dick

Gold Rush by Taylor Swift - How other people fall in love wiht Dick told through the eyes of Barbara or Kori

Heart of Stone by Six the Musical - Dick's unwavering love for Bruce

Achilles Come Down by Gang of Youths - Dick is Achilles.

Geronimo by Sheppard - Silver Age Teen Titans era except it's all of them.

Circus by Britney Spears - C'mon. He's performer born for the spotlight.

Je vole by Louane - Dick's message to Bruce about him leaving

Je vais t'aimer by Louane - The intensity of Dick's love that sometimes leaves his lovers entralled, breathless, and scared.

Location by AJR - Dick reaching out to someone (not necessarily romantic)

Bird Set Free by Sia - Dick lives for himself and his morals. He lives for peace.

She Sets the City on Fire by Gavin Degraw - Other people's point of view of Dick

Dark Paradise by Lana Del Rey - Dick's grief and mourning for Bruce's passing

Wonderland by Taylor Swift - Roy and Dick's relationship

Head Above the Water by Avril Lavigne - Dick being the superhero community's rock and leadership.

Nightmare by Halsey - Dick's a little wild but that's the reason he's still alive. This is just him going after Blockbuster.

Graveyard by Halsey - Dick literally keeping Bruce from destroying himself

The Phoenix by Fall Out Boy - Just Dick raising super powered team after team and yanking everyone onto their feet

Pompeii by Bastille - Dick's perspective after the bombing of Bludhaven

The entire sour album by Olivia Rodigro - To describe Dick and Bruce after Bruce fired him

Troublemaker by Olly Murs - How literally none of his exes can let him go

Issues by Julia Michaels - Dick and Kori's relationship

See You Again by Wiz Khalifa and Charlie Puth - Dick and the Titans

Monster by Eminem and Rihanna - The amount of times people have told Dick he was crazy and he laughed and did it anyway

Superhero by Simon Curtis - Teen Titans Dick

Thunder by Imagine Dragons - Dick always takes charge of himself and his own destiny

A Million Dreams, the Greatest Showman - It literally sounds like Dick's inner thoughts to make Gotham a better place

Brave by Sara Bareilles - It's reminiscent of Dick's speech to Conner

Secrets and Lies by Death Note the Musical - This is Outsiders Dick Grayson to a T

Playing His Game by Death Note the Musical - This is how Dick solves all his crimes and mysteries

Drinking alone by Carrie Underwood - Ric Grayson

#dick grayson #nightwing #bruce wayne #batman #dick grayson playlist #cl anon asks #thanks for the ask!

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avpdvoidspace · 8 days

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Do you ever struggle with being demonized for your quietness? I have, pretty much my whole life. I think it's a huge problem in society, if I'm being honest. I'm tired of acting like my whole child-self was in the wrong for not being able to bring myself to talk in a lot of situations, especially since I didn't get diagnosed and treated for my disorders until I was an adult. To be honest, I think it's society's way of demonizing people with AvPD, non-verbal autism and selective mutism. Thinking people like us are "rude" or "suspicious" for only speaking when spoken to, or having a non-verbal episode where we can't speak at all. I was suspected of being violent or "hiding something". Also I was deemed "weird" and treated like some alien due to other neurodivergencies as well.

People on this website sometimes act like being quiet is also a weakness or result of privilege. My parents were encouraging me and trying to get me to speak all the time, though. No one was saying "you don't have to speak if you don't want to". My father used to get angry with me about it, calling me "weak" and my mother used to guilt-trip me for it, claiming I "never tried hard enough" for her because I couldn't get myself to be neurotypical.

I also grew up in a world of domestic violence. My mother told me the abuse she faced from my father started getting particularly worse when she was pregnant with me. I was a little child born on-edge and having to walk on eggshells. My parents would get into violent fights with each other and my father would hit me, too. Both my parents worked and instead of spending time at home playing or bonding with family like other kids did, I was made to go to headstart when I was only like 2. I know it might seem like not a big deal, but thinking about it, I didn't have the same experiences that average kids do, and I still don't know if whether or not that contributed to my avoidant personality. I didn't even realize most kids don't even start school until they're 4 or 5 until I was much older. People have been getting me out there and encouraging me to socialize with others since the very beginning. It never worked.

I spent my whole life hating myself for it. I felt like I was never competent and that I was a burden on my mother. And there were many times I did try to make connections with others but they ended up either backstabbing me or shaming me for my interests. I regret a lot of the times I allowed myself to be known by others. There are many memories of me simply saying things to people that make me feel awful. Terrible disorder.

I did manage to make and keep some friends. But also I'm still not truly myself with most of them and still afraid they're going to end up demonizing me too if they knew more about me. Being queer and growing up with having kinks has left me with seeing so much family, strangers, and even other queer people say people like me are "freaks" and "degenerates" to my face without knowing they're talking someone who's exactly the kind of person they think should be killed.

I saw a post recently and honestly, it doesn't even apply to me. However, it still managed evoke a lot of negative emotions and memories I am experiencing right now...

So there's this post going around that goes something like "discourse about letting kids not say 'trick or treat' is concerning"(paraphrasing) which was weird to me at first because I've never seen anyone say they allow their kids not to say it. I've always said "trick or trick" during Halloween as a kid, even adding some "meows" because I liked being a cat. So it doesn't even apply to me.

But then there were people acting like not saying it comes from a place of privilege. Someone was like (paraphrasing again)"when I was giving out candy, all the black children were lively and sweet, and all the kids who didn't say it were white and probably middle class".

And that struck me a bit. I'm mixed race. People treated me like a potential violent threat because of my quiet nature, which was a result from trauma, not anyone "babying" me. I was always working class. My parents didn't even own a car. We used public transportation to get everywhere.

BIPOC kids who are quiet get treated as threats! Of course you fucking enjoy lively black kids. If one of them was quiet, you might demonize them...

Then there were people saying "you people just need to grow up."

It's so strange that traits that apply to non-verbal autism or CPTSD get deemed as "social anxiety", because tumblr thinks that is the lesser disorder.

I don't know. I got a lot of bad memories spring up from seeing that post, and I just wanted to vent about it here. So many people demonized me for being quiet growing up and it made me believe I was a monster for so long.

I'm not even saying I encourage the behavior of refusing to talk to people. I had a nice conversation with an old woman at Dunkin yesterday. I enjoy small talk and listening to others talk, even when I can't add much to the conversation. I just worry about other children who are like how I was growing up, being traumatized and quiet and being treated like shit for it... I don't trust anyone sees "quiet" as "rude"

I'm sorry about the length and I hope you're doing well.

anon, I'm sorry this took me so long to post. I just want to say that your ask really resonated with me and I've thought about it several times since receiving it. I get similarly frustrated when I see priveleged people praising marginalized for being more friendly, more whatever, for similar reasons. Or setting up an oppression competition between two groups they're not even a part of.

#avpd #avoidant personality disorder #again #sorry to take so long to post these #have been especially avoidant

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thedreamingfish99 · 4 months

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Bright Sun Chapter One

5-8 x Reader

Summary Sawol is tired of seeing the two of you fight over everything and hate each other, but for better or for worst, a traumatic event might be what was needed to bring 5-8 and you closer to each other. Warnings : Slow burn, Ansgt, Hurt, Possible death Words : 4K Notes :

A/N: Haven't wrote anything in a while, but after watching Black Knight (Because Woo Bin is my god ever since School 2013) and absolutely falling with his character, I looked for fanfics and was disappointed by the small amount. So here I am trying to help some other lost souls like me. I really hope you enjoy! - - - - - CHAPTER ONE

The sky was getting clearer by the day, the sun beaming through fewer and fewer clouds as time passed. Sawol opened his window, pulling his arms on the edge to press his face against the grid and take his head out in the wind. He had started doing this every time 5-8 would light himself a cigarette, not really enjoying the smell of it, but truly loving the feeling of the caress of the wind on his face.

Even after they had stopped Cheonmyeong trucks from polluting the air, you still couldn't survive outside for more than twenty minutes without a mask. It was no surprise, it would probably take decades for them to be able to roam the earth free of a mask, if ever. But twenty minutes was no small feat compared to the eight minutes it used to be.

Sawol took a deep breath, even polluted, the fresh air tasted much better than the filtered one he was used to.

“It smells so good.” He whispered, taking in another full breath.

“Smells the same as always, polluted.”

Sawol turned to face the stoic man beside him, no expression showing on his face as he took one last inhale of his cigarette before exhaling and throwing it out of the truck's window. He then pressed on the switch, closing the windows with no pity for Sawol's arms that got pulled up with them.

He quickly regained his posture in his seat and faced his driver.

“Have you no joy in life except cigarettes?’’ Sawol asked, honestly curious.

5-8 gave him an empty glance before turning his attention back on the road. Knowing he wouldn't get any response, Sawol continued.

‘’Why can't you even enjoy the freshness of the air? You gave that to us!’’

5-8's mouth twitched with annoyance.

“I didn't give anything to anyone, I only took down the worm that was eating us alive.” He grunted in reference to Cheonmyeong.

“Fine.” Sawol pouted.

He folded his arms on his chest, his attention turned back to the road. It was quiet today like it had been for the past couple of days that he had gone on deliveries with 5-8. It had barely been a week since the event of Cheonmyeong's takedown and Sawol was still healing from the wounds he had gotten in the tournaments finals and the drugs that were administered to him. Well, that's the excuse he gave to everyone at the moment, not that it was a lie, his head was still killing him and he would feel some dizziness take over him from time to time, but in all honesty, he didn't feel quite ready to be on the road alone. He was scared to mess up and disappoint 5-8 on his first day.

Sawol shook his head to chase those thoughts away, he already had a solution, no time to dwell on that now.

“The sun..”

Sawol turned a confused look toward his friend, and raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to explain. 5-8 gave him a side eye and let out a long sigh.

“What brings me joy.’’ He continued in a low tone. ‘’ I like seeing the sun more and more every day.”

“Oh,” Sawol breathed out, remembering the question he had asked a few moments ago. A large grin grew across his face.

“What? You think it's more stupid than smelling the air like an idiot?” 5-8 teased him. ‘’At least I'm looking at something visible.”

Sawol took offense but didn't let his grin die. He turned in his seat to face the older man, who watched him from the corner of his vision, eyebrows raised in a quiet question as to why the younger one was smiling.

‘’Y/N and you are so much more alike than you think.’’

5-8 rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed upon hearing this, he let out an incomprehensible mumble, the grip on his steering wheel tightening. Sawol laughed at the sight of such visible emotion from the usual oh-so-unnothered legend.

‘’I can’t be as annoying as 6-2, that's for sure.’’

‘’I don’t care what you think or whatever quarrel there is between you too, it’s still true. You two are the same.’’

5-8 gave him a tired look and went back to concentrate on the road. Sawol was annoyed, his grin long gone. He lifted his legs, and feet on the seat and hugged his knees, resting his chin on them as he quietly watched the view from his window. Turned his back on 5-8, giving him the silent treatment. He hated the constant bickering going on between those two. Right after 5-8, Y/N was his closest friend. She was always there the whole time of his training when he was preparing to compete in the delivery man recruitment tournaments. She gave him amazing advice, trained him to fight, to drive better, and even helped him learn a few manners, not that he really listened during those sessions but still! She took care of him, brought him food when he forgot to eat by training for too long, she even took him to her place a few times so they could hang out, but mostly so she could be sure he rested well enough for him to heal and be ready for the next day. She took care of him like a big sister while his wasn’t available, and he loved her like family. Sawol let out a sad sigh, what in the world did he do to deserve that his two favorite people have a pure hatred towards each other? He never knew where those mutual feelings came from, not that he didn’t ask, that he did and many times. But he had never gotten a different answer then;

‘’She’s annoying’’ ‘’He’s annoying.’’

Their similarity used to make Sawol laugh about the situation, he remembered telling them that hating the other was pretty much like hating themself, but he only had reserved cold glances in return. Now, Sawol was just annoyed by it, desperate that their relationship would change for them to at least bear each other, enough that he could talk about the other without being ignored or interrupted by an insult.

The mutant closed his eyes, his head was starting to hurt.

- - - -

5-8 sent him a few glances, feeling slightly bad to make the younger one upset. He knew 6-2 was a sensitive subject with Sawol, he adored her so much. 5-8 used to wonder why, being such an annoying person as she was, but after hearing so many things she did for the youngster, he did at least understand and respect that fact. But it wouldn’t change the pure annoyance he felt towards her. 5-8 wasn’t used to feelings much, to him, his feelings were more of an observation than an experience. He did feel happiness, but he wouldn’t really laugh. He did feel sadness, but he wouldn’t cry. He never really felt deeply, with the exception of his hatred for Cheonmyeong… and his annoyance for 6-2. This woman could make him boil with anger sometimes, everything related to her, he would feel it times 10, and he hated it.

5-8 let out a sigh, he untightened his grip on the steering wheel and looked at Sawol. Sawol made him feel too, like the younger brother 5-8 never had. He cared deeply for him, more than he would admit, and he hated to see him upset, especially when it was against him.

‘’Why?’’ 5-8 resigned and asked. The youngest didn’t even open his eyes as he asked;

‘’Why what?’’

‘’Why do you think we’re so alike?’’ 5-8 gritted his teeth. ‘’Me and the annoying one.’’

Sawol jumped on his seat, eyes widened in surprise. He couldn’t believe what he had just been asked.

‘’W-what did you?’’

5-8 was starting to get annoyed, he didn’t even want to talk about it. He just felt bad for the kid and he was tired of the silence, he was used to no silence at all when Sawol was around, and he liked it this way. The man let out a grunt, looking back at the road.

Probably scared that this chance would never come again, Sawol decided to answer without forcing the grumpy man to repeat himself. He sat back comfortably in his seat, a soft smile stretching his lips.

‘’It’s what you said about the sun.’’

5-8 blinked in confusion, he glanced at Sawol as if pressing him to continue. He couldn’t help but be curious, no one really seemed to care about the sun except for him.

‘’Y/N, I mean 6-2 to you,’’ He let out a small chuckle before continuing. ‘’She showed me her tools and her notes, you’d love it, you know? She goes to one of the tall buildings in the old city. The same roof at the same time every day. When the sun is at its zenith, she said that’s when you can enjoy its warmth the most. She takes notes about it, some kind of research she told me. She notes the warmth and the brightness of the sun, and its color too. She notes the amount of clouds in the sky and the purity of the air. She showed me some of her tools, but it was honestly too complicated for me. I saw some drawings in her notes too, she’s really good… Anyways, you guys both love the sun. That’s what I meant.’’

5-8 didn’t really know what to think, he would love to see your notes and the tools you used, but he would never admit it to anyone, especially not to you or that traitor Sawol, who he knew would rat him out.

He was honestly surprised to learn you had such an interest in the evolution of the clarity of the sky as he did. He always thought he was the only one obsessed with seeing how bright the star could be without being filtered by the clouds and the heaviness of the air. He wished he could come to feel the warmth of the sun with you... 5-8 ignored the excitement that took his heart, curious about something else.

‘’How does she manage to make her delivery on time?’’

“Ah..’’ Sawol let out, itching the back of his head from embarrassment. ‘’She doesn’t really take any break.. and often works overtime.’’

5-8 raised an eyebrow at the confession, no breaks meant no lunch, and overtime meant less rest. Both of which meant a dangerous accumulation of fatigue that could prove mortal if she was ever attacked. Hunters were still pretty active in the area, and even though things were getting better, some of them just loved the thrill of the hunt and the killings... If you kept going like this, something bad was bound to happen.

‘’Don’t encourage her.’’ He heard himself say. ‘’Late deliveries give us a bad reputation.’’

That was half true and 5-8 knew it, yes he didn’t approve of late deliveries, but in all honesty, he felt a little worried. He might find you incredibly annoying, but you were still a fellow delivery man, and Sawol truly cared about you. 5-8 did not want anything bad to happen. Sawol snorted at the comment.’’

‘’Pfff, Mr.Perfect. You’re the only one that's never late. ‘’

- - - - -

You let out a grunt, lifting your head slowly. You felt your forehead with the tip of your fingers, feeling the crease the steering wheel had left on your skin. You dozed off again… It wasn’t the first time, and you were quite unhappy with your sleeping self to find the hard steering wheel so comfortable since it left you with a quite visible mark that took hours to disappear completely.

A throbbing headache attacked you as you opened your eyes, the light of the hangar too powerful for your exhausted self. After a tired sigh, you grabbed your cap and pushed it as low as possible. Today had been pretty rushing and you felt on the brink of collapsing. You unlocked your door and kicked it open, grabbing your notes at the same time. You climbed down off your truck carefully, contrary to your usual jumping to the ground. You barely had time to slam the door shut when you heard your name being screamed from behind. You quickly turned, just in time for Sawol to jump in your arms. Thankfully, your truck was there to catch you when you fell backward, having received a running mutant straight to the chest.

A painful complaint escaped your lips, the hard metal hadn’t been gentle with your back. Sawol quickly took a step back, grabbing your shoulders and giving you a worried look.

‘’Are you alright?’’ he asked, his face twisted with guilt. ‘’I’m so sorry I shouldn't have jumped on you like that.

You gave him a comforting smile as you gained back your balance.

‘’Don’t worry about it kid,’’ you said, shuffling his hair to tease him. ‘’You’re just heavier than it looks!’’

Sawol laughed, taking a few steps back to let you breathe a little. You watched him as he tried fixing his hair, he was smiling, but his eyes still seemed worried. You knew it was probably more about how tired you looked than from the hit you took. You felt a tightness in your chest, not liking that look on his face. You took all the energy you had left to jump back on him, locking your arm around his neck and messing his hair even more with your free hand.

‘’Revenge!’’

‘’Yah! Let me go!’’

Sawol fought you back but weakened by your laughter and your exhaustion, it didn’t take him long to free himself. With a fake angry look on his face, Sawol tried fixing his hair once again. You let your arm rest on his shoulder, heavier than you would’ve wanted, but the young man didn’t complain, and gladly let you subtly use him as support without having to ask. When he gave up on his messy hair, he smiled at you fondly.

‘’Don’t work tomorrow.’’ he whispered to you.

You hummed, not sure if you agreed or not.

‘’I’ll be fine.’’

Sawol let out an exasperated sigh, it made you feel more guilty than you thought.

‘’If you come with me..’’ you quickly added.

Sawol’s eye widened and he gave you the brightest of smiles.

‘’Of course!’’ he shouted happily.

A soft chuckle escaped your lips as you looked at the young man. You tried your best to observe his beautiful features glowing with happiness, it would make a nice drawing for later.

At the thought of it, your smile dropped. Anxious, you patted your pockets and looked around on the grounds, searching for your notes. When you finally spotted them a few feet away, you felt your heart stop as a hand was already reaching for them. you took a step in their direction but quickly stopped when you lifted your eyes only to be met by the dead look on 5-8’s face.

‘’You dropped this.’’ he simply said, handing you back your notes.

Your hand reached out to it, and you took hold of your notes, brushing your fingers with his by accident. You quickly retracted your hand, pressing the notes against your racing heart. You never liked it when someone touched your notes, except for Sawol which you cared for like a little brother. But the discovery of the notes and research you were doing would’ve been enough of a reason to get you killed when Cheonmyeong was still in power, making you used to keep them hidden. The bastards might not be in power anymore but you had kept the habit of keeping your research to yourself. The fact that you had some random sketches mixed with them also played into this, some of them private enough that you tried to keep them hidden even from Sawol… And even more to one of the most annoying men on earth, you wanted to keep them away, especially from him.

Still feeling the warmth of his skin on the tip of your fingers, you quietly thanked him. you tried not to think of the abnormal beating of your heart, concentrating on the fact that you now needed to wash your hands from having touched his annoying self.

5-8 eyes lingered on your small figure, his face void of expression. You suddenly felt quite self-conscious, you cared more than you’d like to admit what the man might think of you, and you knew right now you were barely holding it together.

‘’You look like shit.’’

His deep voice surprised you, and your eyes widened feeling pretty hurt by his comment. You wish you had something clever to bask at him in return, but your usual witty self seemed absent, asleep deeply inside out. Thankfully, Sawol ran to your rescue.

‘’Even on her worst day Y/N will always look better than you!’’

5-8 snorted at his comment, an amused look in his eyes as they never left your sight. You couldn't help but blush under his intense look. You were happy your cap was helping you hide a little bit of your flustered face. ‘’No one as handsome as you though,’’ you said breaking the awkward moment you felt stuck in. You pinched Sawol’s cheek, the smile you made appear on his face quickly leaving replaced by annoying and pain.

‘’Yah! I’m not a kid!’’ he screamed, hitting your hand so you let him be.

You let out a laugh and tapped his cheek playfully. Sawol pouted and caressed his reddened cheek with his hands.

‘’I’ll see you tomorrow, handsome,’’ you said before starting to leave, making sure to ignore 5-8 still standing close by.

- - - - -

The warmth of the sun on his face felt amazing, he had taken off his mask to appreciate it to the fullest. He felt at ease, thinking that this must be what paradise feels like. Sawol took in a deep breath, but before he had the chance to exhale naturally, he received a strong punch in the stomach, making him lose all his oxygen. He sat up in a jolt, caught by an uncontrollable coughing fit.

‘’Yah!’’ he spat between two cough.’’You wanna kill me or what?’’

Sawol barely had time to catch the mask you threw him before it would hit him in the face.

‘’Come on,’’ you laughed. ‘’Time’s up.’’

The two of you slowly packed your things back in the backpack you used to carry your tools and made your way back to the ground level, 30 flights of stairs below. No wonder you were so in shape, Sawol thought.

Reaching the floor level, Sawol took care of moving the big wooden wall you always put up to hide the entrance of the building you used to hide your truck. It was mostly a bunch of tall broken windows, but they were fortunately big enough for the delivery truck to enter the building's lobby so it wouldn’t stay outside, exposed, and left alone for hunters to take advantage of.

After finishing to slide the barricade away from the door, Sawol was surprised to find you sitting on the passenger side of the truck. He quickly jogged up to your window, his heart racing with anticipation.

‘’Is this what I think it is?’’

You watched him jumping from one foot to the other, not being able to contain his excitement. ‘’Mm,’’ you hummed positively. ‘’Hop in Mr. Delivery Man.’’

A small joyful squeak escaped his lips before he ran up to the driver’s side and took his seat. Sawol felt his breath being taken away as he caressed the steering wheel with profound admiration. He couldn’t believe he was actually sitting on this side of the truck for the first time. He let his eyes wander, taking in as much as he could, but the multitude of buttons and switches changed his dreaming expression into a frown. He had no idea how to use any of these. Your laugh took him back to reality, and he sent you a sheepish look.

‘’Help…’’ he whispered shamefully.

You burst out laughing even harder at the pitiful sight he offered you, looking like a child in front of a new toy that he didn’t know how to use. When your laugh came close to an end, you pointed at a few of the commands. Sawol followed your finger, looking closely and listening to everything you said with more attention than he had ever given to anything before.

‘’That’s the radio to contact other delivery man, we have a common channel, but if you want to call someone privately, you have to enter their number here,’’ you explained, pointing at a num pad before turning to something else. ‘’Here’s the lights control, there’s the camera around the truck, and here’s the defense settings you can use.’’

Sawol kept listening intently until she was done showing him everything, he exhaled deeply, impressed.

‘’I would’ve never known any of this on my own! Thank you.’’ he smiled at her, eyes sparkling with joy.

‘’I remembered when you told me you didn’t feel ready to be left alone,’’ you said softly. ‘’Well you’re not alone, I’ll show you everything so you’re ready when the time comes.’’

Sawol felt his heart melt. He couldn’t help but wonder why 5-8 hated you so much when you were probably the most caring and gentle person he knew.

The day was still young and you had quite a few deliveries left to do. Sawol let you show him the rope for the first few, but he then forced you to wait in the truck so you could rest. It was clear to him that you were exhausted and you needed the rest. He couldn’t help but smile when he came back from a home delivery just to find you in a profound sleep, head resting against the window. Sawol took on him to continue the rest of your deliveries as quietly as possible so you could sleep as much as you needed. A few hours later, Sawol had just made the last delivery and he was driving back towards the hangar, feeling quite proud of himself for the successful day that had gone by. He felt immensely grateful that you had taken time to show him the ropes, and after today, he felt confident that he would be fine on his own, that he shouldn't have to be scared to disappoint 5-8 when he’d be given his own truck. Plus, he couldn’t help but feel reassured that you had slept for a few hours, you deeply needed the rest and he was sure today had been quite helpful in putting you back on your feet.

Sawol's glance wandered from the road to its surroundings, he was surprised when he spotted a sand storm racing straight towards them. It hit them a few seconds after he had seen it, making the visibility outside incredibly poor. Sawol couldn’t help a rush or anxiety take over him, but he didn’t panic, he knew the way to the hangar by heart, he didn’t need to see far in front or the GPS. They were gonna be fine, he thought, no need to wake you over this.

Sawol took his foot slightly off the gas pedal and opened his lower beam. He continued driving carefully, not wanting to hit anything. Everything seemed to be going smoothly until he saw a dark figure lying in the middle of the road. Sawol rapidly hit the brakes, waking you up from the sudden stop. He gave you a quick reassuring glance before putting his mask on.

‘’Stay inside,’�� he commanded. ‘’It’s probably nothing.’’

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A/N: I don't know when the next chapter is gonna be posted, hopefully soon enough, but I might take a while with the Christmas vacation coming up, I hope you understand! Be sure to leave a comment to let me know what you thought! Much love!!

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