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lesservillain · 2 months ago

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summary: attempts to get on your good side are made.

cw: sunshine!eddie x grumpy!reader, like really grumpy

wc: 5.7k

It started the week after Christmas. To most it could be seen as a peace offering. An olive branch being offered as a way to get on your good side. Something the person that left said offering at your desk had not done yet in the few short weeks he’s been working here.

When you walked back from the bathroom you noticed something on your desk that wasn’t there before. You picked up the small object and examined its wrapper; a small butterscotch morsel. You sighed, taking the candy in your hand and turning your attention to the bay.

Pushing open the door, you walked around the cars until you got to Bob’s station, stopping just a few feet away from where Eddie was bent over the hood of a Jeep. Taking aim, you reel your arm back, launching the piece of candy across the stations. It hits him smack dab in the back of the head, making his greasy hand reflexively reach for the spot where it hit. He leaned up, looking all around until his eyes met yours, and then he smiled.

“Hey there, sweetheart,” he says, making you cringe. You hated the nicknames he gave you.

“I told you not to call me that,” you spit, scrunching up your nose at him.

“Sorry, ma’am,” Eddie corrects, ducking his head down. He looks around at the ground around him until he finds the offending piece of candy, picking it up and holding it in his hand. “I see you got my gift,” he says, shaking candy in his hand.

“I don’t like butterscotch,” you say plainly, crossing your arms. Whether you actually liked butterscotch or not didn’t matter to you in this scenario.

“Really?” He says with a tilt of the head. “That surprises me. Took me for a butterscotch girl.”

“That’s what you get for making assumptions about me,” you say, rolling your eyes at him. He huffs out a laugh, unwrapping the candy and popping it into his mouth, his cheek puffing out from where the candy sits.

“I’ll try something different next time,” he says, giving you a finger gun.

“No, you won’t. Don’t do it again.”

But, of course, he didn’t listen.

A few days later, while you were on the phone with a customer that was, frankly, getting on your last nerve, the doors to the bay opened up. You ignored the sounds of the garage as you listened to the customer complain about the price of a part replacement, wishing you could just tell him to go somewhere else if he didn’t want to pay the price you were giving him.

Just as you were about to speak again, you see something out of the corner of your eye. You turn your head to find Eddie with a finger over his mouth, instructing you to be quiet. Saying nothing, you watch him with a mouth agape as he reaches into his coverall pocket, pulling something out of it. His hand moves slowly, reaching over the counter and landing on the desk in front of you. His hand opens and he retracts it, leaving a Hershey kiss in it’s wake. You blink, looking at it dumbfoundedly.

“Hello? Hello?” You hear from the other side of the line.

“I’m sorry, sir, I was trying to see if I could find the part cheaper on another website,” you say as your recovery, shooing Eddie away with your free hand. Eddie takes the hint and scurries off, the sound the garage signifying that he did indeed leave.

You finish the phone call and hang up the phone. After threats of looking elsewhere, you finally convinced the man that you would have his car put at the top priority list if he stayed in business with you, which seemed to be enough to satisfy him. You brought your hands to your temples, attempting to massage the impending migraine away. Looking off to your side, the Hershey kiss catches your attention. You contemplate for a moment. The sweet treat didn’t sound like something so bad after that hellish conversation. But you didn’t want Eddie to think he won if you ate it. With a sigh, you grabbed the piece of chocolate and shoved it into your drawer for later.

But Eddie didn’t stop.

Every couple of days Eddie found a way to drop off a little piece of candy to you. It didn’t matter if you told him to quit playing around or that he was slacking off at his job, he was still sneaking you a kiss one way or another. They were starting making a little collection in your desk drawer, so you decided to take measures into your own hands.

“There,” you say placing the little glass dish that you got at the dollar store on the counter. You opened up your drawer and collected the candies, letting them cascade into the bowl with little thuds. Right on cue, the door to the bay opens up and fills the lobby with the sounds of rock music and various machine sounds.

“Oh, good,” you say, gesturing to the bowl in front of you, “just in time. Go head and make your deposit here.”

Eddie stops in his tracks, looking at the little candy filled dish. A toothy grin spreads across his face that slightly annoyed you. You were hoping he would be more upset, but he’s clearly more amused than anything. Reaching into the pocket of his coveralls, he pulls another kiss out and plops it into the bowl with a tink.

“This is a pretty good idea,” Eddie says, checking the bowl out, moving it a few inches with his finger.

“Thanks,” you say before sitting back down at your seat, unhappy with his complement. You swivel your chair to face your computer, going back to your business as Eddie stands at your counter. His finger taps on the marble and instantly annoys you. “Can I help you with something?” You ask, a bite to your tone.

“Actually, yes,” he says, leaning his top half over the counter and encroaching into your personal space. You look at him pointedly, but he doesn’t back off. “I need a part ordered.”

“Put in an order form then,” you say, keeping your eyes on your computer screen.

“It’s not for the shop,” he says, and that got your attention.

“What’s it for if it’s not for the shop?”

“It’s for my van. Kinda need a new muffler.”

“I thought you were louder than normal coming into the shop this morning,” you say, and Eddie laughs.

“Glad I could get your attention.”

“You know you still have to pay for the part,” you explain to him.

“I know, but your dad said I’d only have to pay shop price for it since I can put it on myself.”

“That’s true,” you say, pulling up one of the websites that you order your parts from. “What are you looking for?”

Eddie rounds the corner of your desk until he’s standing directly next to you. It catches you by surprise to the point where you stop and stare at him like he has two heads. You can smell the mixture grease and of his cologne wafting into your nose from how close he is to you.

Eddie says what he’s looking for, but you don’t react, still unsure of the sudden closeness of him to you. Eddie waves a hand in front of your face and it brings you back to the matter at hand. You take a hand and press it into his side, shoving him back a few steps.

“Personal space, please,” you finally say, shaking your head.

“Oh, sorry,” he responds, shifting where he stands. He repeats the part again, and you start typing it into the search bar. It takes a few awkward moments to load, but eventually the screen pops up with a few results for the muffler Eddie is looking for.

“That’s it!” Eddie says, his voice startling you as he’s now leaned in next to you as he looks at the screen. You turn to look at him, but he’s too focused on the monitor to notice your disgruntledness. “How much is it?”

“Looks like it’s running around $43 on this site,” you say, leaning away from him. He straightens up, bringing a hand to his chin.

“Do I have to pay it now?” He asks. “Or can I pay for it when it comes in?”

“We would charge it to the company and you would pay for it when the part comes in.”

“Awesome,” Eddie says nodding his head. “When would it come in?”

“Probably within the week. This company is in the state so it doesn’t take long for parts to arrive.”

“And we get paid this week, so that should work out…” Eddie gets lost in thought for a moment, and you silently wish he would leave your space already.

“So you want me to order it?” You ask, hoping to speed this up.

“Yes, princess--I mean yes ma’am.” He corrects himself at the last second, but the nickname still sends a wave of anger through you.

“Alright, I’ll order it. Now, get back to work.” Eddie gives you a little salute before walking behind you and back through the bay doors.

“Is it okay if I work through my lunch?” You hear Eddie ask as he approaches your desk.

“Sure you can,” your dad says, suddenly appearing from his office with a stack of papers. He sets them down in front of you and you grab them, looking through the invoices.

“Okay, cool. I’m gonna pull my van in, if that’s okay?” Eddie asks.

“Go ahead,” your dad says. Eddie gives a quick thanks and then is gone in a flash.

Just as he leaves, a growl erupts from your stomach, eliciting a laugh from your dad.

“Did you forget your lunch or something?” He asks.

“Left if on the counter,” you say frustratingly.

“Do you want some of mine?”

“No, I’ll just order something,” you say with a sigh, “Haven’t had the chance to think about it yet today.”

“Well, don’t wait too long, it sounds like your body is about to eat itself,” your dad says before heading towards the break room. You grumble under your breath, setting the papers that he gave you down before fishing through your drawer until you could find the Chinese take out menu. You dialed the number and placed your order, the restaurant giving you an estimated 30-45 minute wait time. Your stomach growled again, and but all you could do was agree to wait and hang up.

Sitting back in your chair, you look up to see the candy dish you had sitting up on the counter. You deliberated taking a piece and eating it to try and quell your hunger until your food arrived. Leaning back, you look out to see Eddie already has his car back up and is in the process of getting it set up to work on. Surely he was distracted enough that if you snuck a piece he wouldn’t notice.

You leaned forward in your chair, reaching out for the little pieces of temptation that were just in your reach. Snagging one, you examine it in your hand for a moment before unwrapping the wrapper. Wasting no time after it’s free of it’s confines, you pop the chocolate delight into your mouth and let the sweet taste hit your tongue. It tastes like heaven in your current state, ending all too quickly when you have to swallow it.

Looking at the dish again, you think it couldn’t hurt to have one more. After all, it would be a while before your food showed up. You grab another piece, unwrapping it quickly and eating it without second thought. The second one turned into a third, and then a fourth. You couldn’t stop yourself, each piece of chocolate better than the last. It was only when you got the sudden feeling of being watched that you paused in your indulgences. Turning slowly, your eyes met with a pair of brown ones that matched the treats you were currently devouring. They were creased at the edges due to an upturned grin on the mans face that they belonged to.

You’d been caught taking the olive branch that had been offered to you.

Out of instinct, you quickly raise your hand, your middle finger prominently on display as you flip off the man staring you down. He lets out a laugh that you can only see, the glass between you blocking out the surely obnoxious sound. You turn away from him with a growl, laying your eyes on the massacre that had happened to your desk. Picking up the trash can, you swept the small foils into the bin, getting rid of the evidence of what had happened. You had to remember to take out the trash by the end of your shift today.

Snow fell softly onto the ground outside of the office doors. It was a blinding site as you were up and personal with the glass at the current moment, wishing you had a way to cover the scene outside as you worked on the task at hand. It wasn’t one you were fond of, but it was one your dad insisted upon as the next impending holiday drew nearer.

For many reasons valentines day was not your favorite. It fed into the commercialization of holidays that you hated for one. It was also way too pink and red for your liking. But most of all, it was about the one thing you despised the most. The fake, ick ridden idea that love was something to be celebrated. It felt like the whole holiday was made to mock you and your disdain for the feeling that you swore to yourself that you’d never even sing about if you could help it. If Dolly Parton, as beautiful as she is, could write a song about another woman stealing her man, then you know love isn’t worth it.

And yet, here you are, hanging up the crude hearts and little cupids that your dad had you pick up from the local party store. You held the tape between your fingers, pushing up the current garland against the cold metal of the window frame until you found it sufficient, sticking said tape over the paper to keep it in place. The sound of the bay door caught your attention, and your face falls flat when you see your least favorite coworker.

“Having fun up there?” Eddie asks as he walks over to you, not quite as tall at you were standing on the step stool underneath you.

“You think I’m having fun doing this?” You ask him, and he shakes his head.

“Knowing you, I’m sure you’re just delighted right now.”

“You know me so well already,” you say with a fake coo, bringing a hand to your heart for dramatic effect.

“That’s my job, sweethea-” You shoot Eddie a look that makes him stop mid sentence. “Sorry, ma’am,” he says with a nod, but he’s still smiling.

“Did you come to make a deposit today, Munson?” You ask, expecting a piece of chocolate to be pulled from his coveralls.

“Nope, you ran me dry. Gotta wait until all the Valentine’s chocolate goes on sale for more,” he says with a shrug.

“Then what did you come in here for?” You ask, not sure why else he needs to be in here bothering you.

“It’s slow today,” he says pointing a thumb back at the bay, “Thought you might need some help.”

Initially the thought irritated you that Eddie wanted to slack off in the garage to help you. The guys out in the bay would never abandon their post, finding something to do to help out a bit. You wondered if Eddie even asked if anyone needed any help. But the more you thought about it, the more you thought about all the work you needed to get done that was being taken up by this stupid decorating.

So, Eddie wanted to help you? Fine.

You step down from your stool and walk over to your desk, grabbing another garland and walking it over to him. “Here,” you say handing him the paper, “hang this up like I did that one.” You hand him the little roll of scotch tape and turn around, heading back to your desk. Wordlessly, you grab a stack of invoices and start going over them.

If Eddie has any issue with the task you gave him, he didn’t say. Wordlessly, he followed your instructions and hung the garland up like you told him. You barely paid him much attention while you worked to separate the papers by date, and then again by name. It wasn’t until he approached the counter that you even remembered he was there. He looked over the other decorations that sat there and parsed through them.

“These need to go anywhere specific?” He asks, picking up a small stack of assorted hearts and other cut outs.

“Nope, just make it look nice,” you say, barely looking up at him.

“Aye aye, captain,” he says as he turns on his heel, walking away without another word.

From then on only the sounds of the radio and Eddie’s occasional ripping of tape or fiddling of papers could be heard in the lobby. You cringed at the lovey-dovey songs that came from your dad’s office, wishing you could go in and just turn the damn thing off at this point.

“Hey Dad,” you called towards his door. You only called him dad at work if you really wanted something, so you hoped he would be more inclined to listen to your request by calling him that.

“Yes dear?” He calls back in a sing songy tone.

“Can you put it on The HXC, please?”

You hear the scrambling static of the radio stations as your dad turns the dial, eventually landing on the local rock station. It’s about half way through Metallica’s Master of Puppets, which wasn’t your favorite, but it was better than the bullshit playing before.

“Oh, hell yeah,” you hear Eddie say. Looking up at him, you see he looks as if he’s playing air guitar to the music, bobbing forward and back as he does.

“Fan of Metallica?” You ask him. He stops and turns to look at you, almost surprised that you’re even speaking to him.

“Huge fan,” he says with a grin and you nod your head. “I know this song on guitar.”

“Of course you play guitar,” you say, rolling your head dramatically as you speak.

“Does that do anything for you?” He asks playfully, his eyebrows jumping up and down.

“Not a lick,” you say, deadpanning him.

“Damn, I was sure you liked guys in bands.” He says, snapping his fingers.

“Another assumption,” you say, pointing at him. “Bold of you to assume I like anything. Or anyone for that matter.”

“You don’t even have a celebrity crush?” You shake your head. You may have a poster of David Lee Roth in your room, but Eddie didn’t need to know that. You told yourself it was more for appreciation sake than admiration anyway. “Damn, do you like anything?”

“I like rock music an and ice cold beer.”

“You must be your father’s favorite son,” Eddie quips with a laugh.

“I like girly things, too,” you say defensively.

“Do you like flowers?” How specific.

“I like some flowers.” You think for a moment. “Mostly sunflowers. They bloom at my favorite time of year.”

“Ah, so you’re a fall girl, huh?”

“I like the transition between summer and fall. The weather starts to cool down, but isn’t too cold yet. And it’s close to Halloween.”

“Oh, you like Halloween? What’s your favorite scary movie?” Eddie asks, walking over to your desk, leaning over the counter.

“Um, probably Halloween. Big fan of Michael Meyers.”

“That’s a good one. What about Friday the 13th?”

You shift in your chair to better face him. “It was good, but not my favorite. I couldn’t believe it was his mom the whole time.”

“I know! What a twist, right?” Eddie says throwing his hands up.

“Right! I was so--wait a minute.” You put a finger up and close your eyes. “We’re at work. We should be working.”

“Shit, you’re right. Sorry, boss!” Eddie calls out towards your dad’s office.

“You guys were fine! I was enjoying the conversation,” your dad says.

“Shoo,” Eddie says pretending to wipe his forehead with his hand. “Not gonna lose our jobs today.”

“I wasn’t worried about that,” you say, peering around him to check out the work he’s done. To your surprise, it doesn’t look half bad. The hearts all seem to be in a neat zig-zag pattern along the glass of the bay, alternating between designs so it doesn’t look too crowded in one spot. “Not bad,” you say, giving a nod towards the decorations.

“Oh, thanks,” Eddie says, turning to look at his work. “It’s kinda nice to turn your brain off and just tape things.”

“I have stuff to hang from the ceiling if you’re ready for the next task,” you say, reaching under your desk for a plastic bag full of more decorations.

“Yeah, I can do that,” Eddie says, looking up at the ceiling. “I’ll probably need a ladder, though.”

“Well, duh. Didn’t expect you to jump the whole time,” you say with a laugh. Eddie’s head snaps to you, a wide grin spreading across his face. “What?” You ask, unsure of his reaction.

“You laughed,” he said.

“Yeah, I know how to laugh,” you say defensively. “I’m not as stuffy as you think I am. I just take my job very seriously. This place is going to be mine one day and I treat it as such.”

“That’s so cool.”

“What, that I’m going to own this place?” Eddie nods. You shrug, not trying to make a big deal out of it. “I don’t know if it’s “cool,” per say. It’s a lot of responsibility.”

“Yeah, but you’re going to be a cool boss lady. Can’t wait to work under you.”

The thought of Eddie being someone under you one day was enough to make you smile. You’d be his boss, and you’d get to tell him what to do without question from your dad.

“That’s if you make it that long,” you chuckle.

“True, but I don’t see myself leaving anytime soon. Really like it here so far.”

“That’s because you’re in here doing piddly work for me instead of your actual job.”

Eddie waves his hand at you with a pshh. “That’s just an added perk. I really do like working on cars. It’s fun to do stuff with my hands.”

“Well, I guess we’ll see what happens. Maybe you’ll be the next Bob. He’s been here since the previous owner.”

“Yeah, that dude is seriously old. Like, should have retired ten years ago old.”

“He tried to, but I think his wife was trying to get him to go out more and he didn’t want to, so he came back to work.”

“He kinda reminds me of my uncle. Really hard worker.” Eddie’s cheery expression drops at the mention of his uncle and you’re quick to wonder what could be making him so despondent over the subject. But, you choose not to pry for the sake of time being more wasted.

“Well, you better go get that ladder,” you say after a quiet beat. Eddie looks at you and nods.

“Where’s it at?”

“In the back room,” you say, pointing your thumb behind you. Eddie nods again and takes off.

You get a few moments of peace before Eddie is lugging the ladder into the lobby. He gets right to work, not bothering to ask you where things should be hung. But he seems to be getting on fine on his own, so you preoccupy yourself with your work. A solid hour goes by with no words spoken, only the sounds of the radio and Eddie going up and down the ladder to be heard. It was slow season in the shop, so you were able to get a lot done in a fairly quick amount of time. Setting down the final invoice, you decide it’s time to take a smoke break.

“Tony, I’m running outside,” you call out, throwing on your jacket.

“I’ll cover phones,” your father calls back.

“Takin’ a smoke?” Eddie asks as he descends from the ladder.

“Yeah, I’ll be right back. There’s more in the bag you can put up if you want.”

“I’m gonna come out with you if that’s cool,” Eddie says, setting the remaining decorations down on the counter. You sigh, sagging your shoulders.

“Well hurry up then,” you say as you head for the bay door.

Eddie rushes ahead of you, pulling the door open and holding it for you. He does a bow to usher you inside the bay and you roll your eyes at him. Once you’re through the threshold, Eddie bolts past you to his locker, quickly putting his coat on as he tries to catch up with you. As you push the door open, his long arm extends from behind you, his body going flush against yours as he swings it open all the way. The cold air hits you and instantly chills your body, but you rush into it just to get away from the man standing behind you.

“You really have a problem with personal space,” you say as you walk over to the plastic ashtray.

“Would you be surprised to hear that I’ve been told that before?” Eddie says, fishing through his pocket for his cigarettes.

“Not at all. I think you need a ruler to help you judge your distance sometimes,” you say, pulling your lighter out to light your own cigarette. You try to spin it a few times, but it just wont seem to catch a spark no matter how hard you try.

“Need a light?” Eddie asks, taking a few steps toward you.

“Fuck, I guess so,” you say shaking your lighter to find it’s ran out of fluid. You turn towards him and flip your hand palm side up, fully expecting him to hand you his lighter. Instead, you find him directly in front of you, which makes you stop in your tracks. He raises his hand, capturing the end of the cigarette in your mouth and holding it in place. You watch as he brings the end of his own lit cigarette and connects it with yours. You get a good look at him up close; his face covered in small freckles and a scar on his cheek. His plump lips wrapped around his cigarette. His big, brown eyes that look up at you, making you feel caught for looking.

“Puff on it,” Eddie says around his cigarette when you don’t do anything. Your brain kicks back on after not being able to compute the closeness and you start to puff on the stick, feeling the heat entering your mouth as the cigarette catches. Smoke billows from between your lips and you would think Eddie would take that as his cue to pull away. But he doesn’t. He takes a long drag from his cigarette, letting the smoke pour from his mouth barely a foot away from your face. You take a step back from him, starting to feel uneasy with how his proximity was making you feel.

“J-just give me the lighter next time,” you say, turning your head to blow the smoke from your mouth.

Eddie smiles at your words, finally straightening up and putting some distance between the two of you. You release the tension in your shoulders that you didn’t realize you were holding and bring the cigarette to your mouth to take a long drag from it.

“You have pretty eyes.” You look at Eddie with shock, not expecting him to say something like that to you.

“Don’t look at my eyes,” you say as you turn around, feeling a blush creeping up on your face. Eddie laughs, walking around you to be in front of you again. You turn once more, but he just follows you as you move. “Ugh, you are so annoying,” you say, stomping your foot in frustration.

“I’ve been told that before, too,” Eddie says with a laugh.

“Yes, there was a part that was supposed to be delivered to us yesterday, but we still have not received it?”

It was another typical day in the office. A part not being delivered when promised. People dropping off their cars with complaints about noises from their engines or their heaters not working. The radio playing sappy love songs that drove you crazy with each passing second. Well, that was not typical, but your dad insisted on keeping the station on considering the special occasion.

It was valentines day.

“Okay, I’ll hold,” you say, letting out a sigh when you heard the sound of waiting music start playing. As you tapped the pen on your desk, you felt the cold rush of air coming in from the front door. Not bothering to look up, you tell them politely that you’ll be with them momentarily and continue waiting on the phone. It was only when your name was said that you finally looked up at the customer.

Only, it wasn’t a customer.

“Are you her?” The man asks. A sinking feeling fills you as you see he’s holding a bouquet of roses.

“Maybe,” you say slowly, still holding the phone to your ear as you stand.

“Well, these are for her. So if you could make sure she gets them, I’d appreciate it.” The man sets the glass down on the counter and turns around, heading out the door to leave, another cold gush of wind following behind him.

You’re left with the roses on your desk, staring you down. Picking them up, you bring them closer to examine them.

“Hello, are you still there?” The voice on the other line pulls you from your current predicament, leaving you to set the roses aside for later. They sat there, mocking you as you argued on the phone with the parts dealer about not meeting their deadline and putting your shop behind. But after sorting out the ordeal that was the missing part, your mind is immediately back on the flowers that taunted you during the duration of your call.

Maybe your dad got them for you? You don’t know why he would, knowing about your feelings towards the holiday, but you wouldn’t totally put it past him. Would it be weird to admit that you kind of enjoyed getting them? It goes against all your morals, hating the idea of love and all, but it was nice that someone thought of you. Oh god, are you smiling over flowers?

Grabbing the vase, you spin the flowers around to look at them closer. That’s when a little card catches your eye. You pluck it from it’s stand and read it over.

“Sorry they’re not sunflowers.

Love, Eddie”

“That son of a bitch,” you whisper to yourself. You immediately stand from your chair, taking the vase in your hand and march right out into the bay. “Eddie Munson!” You call out, loud enough to be heard over the music. The guys all stop what their doing and look at you, watching intently as you stomp your way over to where Eddie was working on a car that was up on the lift.

“Oh, hey,” he says when he notices you.

“Don’t “hey” me,” you spit, stopping just short of him. “What the hell is this?” You shove the vase into his chest.

“I see you got my gift. Happy Valentine’s day, sweetheart.” He says with gooey sentiments.

“Have you not gathered that I don’t do Valentine’s day. Or love. Or any of this bullshit.” You continue to shove the flowers in his chest, but he doesn’t budge, simply shoving his hands in his pockets.

“You told me you like flowers. I told them to put on there my apologies for them not being sunflowers. Did they forget that?” He asks with genuine concern.

“No, it’s on there,” you say, relenting and pulling the flowers away from him.

“Oh, good. I asked them for sunflowers. But, like you mentioned, they are out of season.”

You huffed, wrapping your hands around the vase and look down at the flowers. Sure, they weren’t sunflowers, but Eddie did try to get them for you. Was it really such a bad thing for someone to do something nice for you? “You really asked them?” You say, not looking up at him.

“I did,” he says with a smile. “But,” he starts, taking a step towards you, “if you don’t want them, I’ll gladly take them back. Give them to someone else. I’m sure I can find someone out there who wants to be my valentine.” His hand reaches out for the flowers, but you snatch them away, turning your body from him.

“Like hell you will,” you say, taking a step back. You don’t miss the way Eddie lights up when you reject his offer, and it almost has you taking it back and telling him to shove them up his ass instead. But, you’d be damned if something that belonged to you was going to go to someone else. “You got these for me, so I’m keeping them.”

“I guess if that’s what you want,” Eddie says with a shrug.

“It is,” you say, clutching the flowers to your chest. “But, that doesn’t mean I’m your valentine. So don’t take it that way.”

“Whatever you say, sweetheart,” Eddie says before turning back to his car. You give him a hmpf before turning around to leave the bay. That’s when you notice all the eyes are on you.

“What?” You call out, and the guys all go back to what they were working on before.

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yoshikoooo · 1 year ago

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WIND BREAKER | KAJI REN X Fem!READER

synopsis: in which you are working in a confectionary and you notice your regular customers. Warning: F!reader, harassment (Obviously not by our baby kaji), kinda ooc, swearing. wc: 1.1k

You were wrapping up the freshly made candies, your delicate fingers deftly maneuvering the shiny wrappers around each sweet treat. Miss Miko's cheerful voice broke through your concentration.

"Oh Y/n! It's only been a month since you started working, yet you're doing so well!" Her clapping hands expressed genuine delight at your progress.

"You praise me too much, Miko-san," you replied modestly, continuing to wrap candies. Working at the confectionery store in Makochi Town felt like a blissful escape, despite occasional disruptions from unruly gangs.

"Oh no, you deserve it! Since it's already late, why don't you take some candies with you?" Miss Miko suggested warmly, interrupting your thoughts about the time that had slipped away unnoticed.

"Ah, it's already this late?" You realized, momentarily taken aback. Your shift had ended hours ago, lost in your focused work. Before you could decline, Miss Miko stuffed your pockets with candies and handed you a bag of assorted confections.

"E-Eh?" You stuttered, surprised by her generosity.

"Now, now, go take off your apron. It's time for you to go home and rest. You've done so much today that I have nothing left to do!" Miss Miko sighed playfully, as if lamenting the lack of tasks to occupy her.

You chuckled softly, conceding defeat, and removed your apron before heading towards the exit. As you prepared to leave, you noticed a trio of customers at the counter.

'Ah, it's them again,' you thought, recognizing the group. Holding your bag of sweets tightly, you caught the gaze of dark grey eyes. You offered a small smile before quickly looking away and continuing towards the door.

'They look intimidating, but seeing them buy sweets every time is surprisingly cute'

When you stepped outside, the sight of the setting sun greeted you, with the full bloom sakura tree swaying gently in the soft, melodic breeze. You paused briefly at the bridge, captivated by the serene beauty before you, too awestruck to notice your surroundings.

Suddenly, you felt a rough hand shove you, pulling you out of your reverie.

"ey! You hear me?!" a thug-like voice pierced through your deaf ears. You turned your head to see a man with a harsh grip on your shoulder, his group lingering menacingly behind him.

'Who?'

Despite your delicate appearance, which might suggest you were unworldly and naive, you fixed the man with a cold, unwavering stare. "Yes, do you need something?" you asked, your voice calm and composed. The man's irritation was evident, his grip tightening as he seemed frustrated by your unruffled demeanor.

"You got some nerve, acting all high and mighty," he growled, his voice dripping with annoyance. His posture and the sneers of his companions were clearly intended to intimidate.

You maintained your composure, your eyes unwavering. "If you have something to say, say it," you blankly said, refusing to be rattled by his attempts to scare you.

He scoffed, clearly taken aback by your calmness. "You're new around here, aren't you? You better learn to show some respect!" he snarled, raising his fist in the air. You didn't flinch or close your eyes.

Suddenly, like a scene from an action movie, a hand grabbed the thug's wrist, stopping his punch mid-air. "Huh?! Who the heck—"

'It's him'

It was one of the trio from the store. You recognized them immediately.

"Nice timing, RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRen!" shouted one of them, a second-year with distinctive eyebrows, from afar. Your eyes shifted to the platinum blonde in front of you. He twisted the thug's wrist with ease, forcing him to release you.

'Ren...?'

You heard the cracking of candies, as you watched the blonde move swiftly, taking down the gang members with impressive efficiency.

The boy with the unusual eyebrows quickly joined the brawl, while the third member, who had a mushroom-style haircut, stood beside you, offering a hand as if to protect you as another hand is grabbing onto some headphones.

"Are you hurt?" he asked simply through a text....?

You shook your head. "No."

He smiled reassuringly as the two furin boys dispatched the thugs with practiced ease.

Within minutes, the thugs were lying flat on the ground, defeated. The second-year boy with the odd eyebrows dusted off his hands, glancing over at you. "You okay young miss?"

You nodded, still a bit stunned by the sudden turn of events. "Yes, thank you."

"Still can't believe they're ganging up on a young miss like you" you heard him mumble as he looked at the guys pathetically. A disgrace indeed.

You noticed the blonde approaching you, which caused his two companions to look at him with puzzled expressions. You tilted your head, silently questioning his approach.

He pointed at your shoulder. "You're hurt,". You instinctively grabbed your shoulder, only then noticing the pain.

'Fuck'

"It must be bruised," you mumbled, meeting his grey eyes. "It's not that bad of an injury—"

"How will you make candies when you're injured?" he asked, his eyes still fixed on yours. is he mad? is he worried? is he—

'Ah— He knows me'

"Hmm, you're right..." you said thoughtfully, pondering your next move. "It is what it is. Nevertheless I'll still be able to do something," you added confidently, maintaining eye contact.

He seemed to have no intention of breaking the gaze, which reminded you of something.

"Can you bring both of your hands out?"

you asked, your request causing the trio to exchange confused glances.

His eyes didn't falter as he obeyed. You took a handful of candies and placed them in his hands.

"This is a secret. These candies are a new batch, it's supposed to come out tomorrow, but I'll make an exception," you said, smiling softly. The boy in front of you appeared stunned by your gesture.

"Thank you for saving me. Please share them with the others as well."

Ren blinked, clearly surprised. "thanks," he managed, his tone soft and a bit not audible but you heard it clearly. His companions, still confused, looked at the candies in his hands with interest.

The boy with the odd eyebrows grinned widely. "Wowww, we get the first taste! Thanks young miss!"

You gave a small nod in return, "I'm glad you guys were there. I don't know what would have happened otherwise."

"Anytime, just call us if you need help," the mushroom-haired boy said through a text again, and you nodded in response.

You pulled out your phone to check the time, but before you could, the blonde snatched it from your hand. You hummed in confusion as he typed quickly, then handed it back to you.

A new contact had been added,

"Kaji... Ren?" you said out loud, causing him to turn around.

"Call if you need help, Y/n"

He gave you one last look before walking away. His two companions followed, trying to question him as they went.

You chuckled softly as you watched them fade into the distance.

"How cute,"

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lov3lycosmos · 14 days ago

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𝑪𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒚 𝑩𝒐𝒚 𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒍 ❦ (1k Event)

Build your dream boy like a candy mix — pick your treat, then dress it up with sweet shop extras!

Congratulations — you've just stepped into the dreamiest, pinkest, sweetest little candy parlor in town. The shelves are lined with treats, the jars are full of temptation, and behind the counter? Just me, ready to wrap up your order with a wink and a ribbon.

This event is all about you building your own Candy Boy Batch — a sugary little combo of your favorite boy and the extras you want to sample. Some combos are soft and syrupy, others are sticky and sinful. The flavor’s your choice.

❗This is an NSFW series. No minors peeking into the candy jars, thank you. This parlor serves grown-ups only.

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🛒 HOW TO SHOP THE SHELVES:

You’ll be placing a candy order that’s short, spicy, and custom-made. These aren’t full scenarios — they’re like pulling a wrapped sweet from the jar: quick, satisfying, and made just for you. If you want a bigger treat, there’s a way for that too (keep reading).

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🍭 STEP 1: PICK YOUR CANDY BOY

Choose one flavor from the Candy Boy Menu — each member of SKZ is represented as a candy type with their own energy. Gummy bears, lollipops, ring pops, licorice twists… they’re all ready to be sampled. (List is in the main event post!)

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🍓 STEP 2: PICK TWO ADD-ONS

Head over to the Candy Shop Add-Ons Menu and pick up to two prompts to go with your boy. These help shape your little treat — they might focus on his favorite aftercare, his secret kinks, how he gets needy, or how he sounds when he moans. You know, the good stuff.

🛑 Please only pick one candy boy + two add-ons per ask.

💡 If you want more later, you’re always welcome to come back for seconds!

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🍬 BONUS OPTION: ASK FOR TWO SCOOPS

If you'd like a longer, more detailed version of your order — something with a little extra syrup and sparkle — just let me know you're asking for “two scoops instead of one.” I’ll stretch out the treat with more buildup, flavor, and detail (still a short response, just extra loaded).

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📦 A FEW QUICK REMINDERS:

These are NSFW. Spicy, steamy, and sometimes soft, but not for the underage crowd.

All responses will be short and sweet — they’re fun samples, not full stories.

If someone already ordered your exact combo, I’ll link you to that treat instead of making a repeat batch.

Want a variation on something I’ve already written? Just say so — I’m happy to remix it!

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That's it, hon! Now go on — take a look around, see what catches your eye, and send your order through my inbox. I’ll be here behind the counter with my pen and a smile, ready to bag up your perfect little treat 🍭

With sugar and spice, lov3lycosmos 💕

💖 Candy Boys (Pick Your Flavor!)

Cherry Licorice Twist — Bang Chan: Smooth, wrapped tight, makes you want to chew on him

Chocolate-Covered Marshmallow — Lee Minho: Luxe, soft inside, dark and decadent on the outside

Gummy Bear — Changbin: Soft, thick, squeezable, and so so addicting

Blue Raspberry Ring Pop — Hyunjin: Flirty, glittery, and designed to be worn (and licked)

Pink Heart Lollipop — Han Jisung: Giggly, romantic, melts on your tongue

Bubblegum Jawbreaker — Lee Felix: Layered sweet, giggles, and surprise flavor bursts

Mint Candy Button Sheet — Seungmin: Precise, lowkey sweet, leaves a cool tingle

Rainbow Sour Strip — Jeongin: Sour-sweet energy, playful and instantly energizing

🍭 Candy Shop Add-Ons (Pick 2)

Candy Wrappers — What he’s like when he undresses you

Syrup Station — His favorite way to taste you

Glass Jar — What secret he keeps just for you (kinks, soft thoughts, fantasies)

Taffy Pull — His biggest turn-on (sexual or not)

Sweet Samples — A place he wants to try something risky

Flavor Shot — What he says that makes your knees go weak

Counter Bell — How he gets your attention when he’s needy

Prize Ticket — His idea of a perfect night with you (spicy or sweet)

Candy Scoop Bin — What he wants to do when you’re teasing him too much

📝 Example Request:

🍬 Candy Boy: Gummy Bear (Changbin)

🍭 Add-Ons: Syrup Station, Counter Bell, Sticker Machine

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keikikait · 9 months ago

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Hi!

I loved Home Movies so I was wondering if you could do another Steve smut. Something where he gets jealous and gets really rough with the reader?

Thanks!

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if you want to read my other steve smut, click here!

pairing: steve harrington x f!reader (au (but still the 80's), but both are early to mid 20's)

word count: 3.3k

summary: you wouldn't actually go out with jason...would you?

warnings: SMUT WARNING 18+!, friends/coworkers to lovers, jason is a shithead, VERY SLIGHT reader x jason, dom!steve, sub!reader, p in v, birth control is not mentioned but is implied (wrap it b4 u tap it gang), use of the word 'slut' once, cunnilingus for a second, nipple play, steve can get kinda rough, SLIGHT orgasm denial, creampie, cum eating mention (?), not proofread

a note: i don't think i slayed with this...

please reblog and like, it means a lot! let me know what you think!

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It was an abnormally quiet Friday night.

You sit at the counter of Family Video, making paper stars out of a McDonald's straw wrapper, waiting for either a customer or for the clock to strike 10pm so you could finally close. Whichever came first.

Steve walks around the store, sweeping up quite literally nothing, just trying to find a way to kill the last 15 minutes before close. He had already faced the VHS tapes, restocked the candy, and put away the returns. Part of him wishes he just didn’t do it all so quickly.

“Where is everyone?” Steve finally breaks the silence, leaning against the counter, setting the broom against it. “I thought it was Friday night.”

You shrug. “Maybe at the game.”

Steve scoffs, propping himself up on his hands. “Who would pick spending their Friday night watching a basketball game over watching a movie? I mean, A Nightmare on Elm Street 2: Freddy’s Revenge just came out last month!”

You sigh, folding over the strip of paper, continuing to craft your star. “Maybe they don’t want to watch a horror movie in December.”

Steve groans, dramatically leaning against the counter again. “Save me from this boredom, please, pretty girl. I just want to go home.”

The door opens and the bell dings.

“Hi, welcome to Family Video.” You both say simultaneously.

You look over the counter, pushing on your elbows to see around the shelf. Jason Carver lazily walks in, hands shoved in his letterman’s jacket pockets as he glances around. You immediately lose interest, sitting back down on the stool. You start to work on your paper star again.

“Hey man, what's up?” Steve greets Jason casually, leaning back against the counter. All things considered, they were friendly with each other. They were old teammates in high school, after all. He glances at the clock - still ten minutes left until closing time. “What happened to the game?”

Jason shrugs nonchalantly as he approaches the counter. “The game ended early and now everyone's heading to the after party.” He pauses, glancing between you and Steve. “You guys coming?”

Steve frowns slightly, looking over at you, still engrossed in your origami project. “Uh, I'm not sure yet. Might head home, actually.”

Jason raises an eyebrow. “Really? Passing up free beer and babes for a night alone? That's not like you, Steve.”

“Yeah well…” Steve trails off, shrugging. Jason’s gaze shifts to you. He leans on the counter, tapping his hands on it.

You sigh, sitting up straighter. You hated these stupid fucking barstools. “I’m not going either, Jason.”

Steve’s eyebrows raise as he leans closer. “Oh yeah? Got plans tonight, then?” His tone was curious, but there was something else there…jealousy perhaps?

No. Of course not.

You shake your head. “Nope, just not feeling up for it. I’m tired.” You look back down at the straw wrapper, continuing to fold it. You were almost done.

Jason scoffs, tapping the table. “Well, that’s shitty. The hottest girl in our entire college is sitting my party out. What’s the world coming to?” Your nose scrunches slightly. You already didn’t like Jason, but the way he was talking about you was leaving a sour, vinegary taste in your mouth.

You sigh, rolling your shoulders. “It’s not my scene, Jason. You know that.”

Jason stares at you for a moment, taking you in. He wasn’t admiring you, he was looking at you hungrily. “Come on, sweetheart. Not even for me?”

“Not even for you,” You say. “Parties just aren’t my thing.”

Steve frowns at Jason's comment, crossing his arms. "Dude, come on. Don't be a creep." He glanced over at you, trying to convey sympathy through his expression.

Jason laughs, waving a hand dismissively. “What? I'm just inviting her. No need to get all defensive.” He turns back to you, smirking. “You know, if you change your mind, you're always welcome at my place.”

“I appreciate the offer,” you reply dryly. “But I think I'm good.” You finish folding the straw wrapper into a tiny star and set it aside, trying to find something else to do. Anything to avoid looking at him.

Jason turns his attention back to Steve momentarily. “You know, Nancy’s gonna be there.”

That causes Steve to tense up slightly, his jaw clenching. “She is?”

“Yeah, man.” Jason says. “Heard she and Byers are taking a break. This is your shot, man.”

Steve clears his throat, trying to play it cool. “Yeah, I guess I might swing by for a bit then. Do you think I could convince her to get back with me?”

“Yeah, dude, totally.” Jason says, picking up the star you made. He rolls it between his fingers. “She’ll be all over you before midnight. You know, I heard she still wears underwear with the days of the week on them.”

Steve chuckles, standing up from the counter. “She wasn’t when she was dating me.”

Something in your stomach twists at the idea of Steve getting back with Nancy. It wasn’t that you didn’t like Nancy, you did, you just thought they were over. You thought that you and Steve were starting to feel something for each other, always sending each other flirty glances during your shifts. He even called you ‘pretty girl’. Apparently you were wrong.

You press your lips together. Might as well shoot your shot with Jason, right?

“You know what, Jason?” You suddenly interject, leaning across the counter. “Maybe I do wanna go.”

Steve looks surprised at your sudden change of heart, raising an eyebrow. “You do? I thought you weren't feeling it…”

Jason grins, tossing the star back onto the counter. “Told ya, Steve. My parties are where it's at.” He leans closer to you, your faces almost touching. His breath smells of menthol cigarettes and Pabst Blue Ribbon beer, and you dig your fingernails into your palms to stop from gagging. “You wanna come with me, baby?”

Gross. “Yeah, I’d love to.” The lie flows off of your tongue quickly.

Steve watches the exchange between you two, a mix of confusion and disappointment on his face. He places his hands on the counter. “You want to go with Jason? Of all people? You don’t even like Jason.”

“I’m right here, man—”

“Maybe I like him now.” You cut Jason off. “You don’t know me better than I do.”

Steve scowls, clearly unhappy with the situation unfolding before him. “Whatever, suit yourself.” He straightens up, crossing his arms over his chest. “Just don't say I didn't warn you.”

Jason reaches out, lightly slapping your cheek. “I’ll let you close up, sweet thing. I’ll be outside.”

He leaves as quickly as he arrived, the bell dinging as the door shuts.

You both close the store in silence. You count the register before putting the money in the safe as Steve shuts the door, puts up the barricade, and turns on the alarm.

You can feel him staring at you as he approaches the counter. You look over at him. “What?”

Steve huffs, running a hand through his hair. “You're really going to go with him? After everything we've...talked about?” He steps closer, his brown eyes intense. “I thought maybe there was something between us. But I guess I was wrong.”

His gaze drops to your lips briefly before meeting yours again. There's a flicker of hurt and confusion in his expression. “Fine. Go have fun with Jason then. See if I care.” He turns away, dismissing you.

“I’m only going with him because you’re going to get back together with Nancy.” You admit, walking around the counter to stand in front of him. You had no reason to lie. “As if I would actually be caught dead with Jason out of my own volition.”

Steve stops in his tracks, turning around to face you fully. His eyes narrow, a hint of anger flashing in their depths. “Excuse me? You think I'd choose Nancy over you?” He takes a step closer, his voice lowering. “Is that what this is about? Jealousy?”

The air between you crackles with tension as Steve looms over you, his presence overwhelming. You can smell the lingering scent of aftershave, mixed with a faint hint of cologne. His jaw clenches, and for a moment, you worry he might lunge at you.

But instead, he reaches out, gripping your chin firmly. His thumb brushes against your lower lip, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. “Listen to me. If I wanted Nancy, I wouldn't be wasting my time with you.”

“You say that yet you never do anything, Stevie.” You say. “Jason is at least honest that he wants me.”

Steve's grip on your chin tightens slightly, his brow furrowing. “Honest? Is that what you call it?” He releases you abruptly, stepping back and raking a hand through his hair in frustration. “Jason doesn't give a damn about you beyond using you for his own entertainment.”

He sighs. “And as for me, maybe I am hesitant to make a move because I don't want to ruin what we have. We work well together, pretty girl. Let's not screw that up over some misplaced feelings.” Despite his words, you notice the way his gaze lingers on your lips, the slight flush creeping up his neck. Steve is struggling with his own desires, torn between caution and the undeniable attraction between you.

“My feelings aren’t misplaced.” You say.

Steve's eyes search yours, a mix of longing and uncertainty in their depths. For a long moment, neither of you speaks, the silence heavy with unspoken emotions.

Finally, Steve exhales slowly, dropping his arms to his sides. “Okay, fine. Maybe they're not.” He takes another step closer, until he's mere inches from you. “But what happens after we admit these feelings? We both know our lives are complicated enough without adding romance to the mix.”

He reaches out, gently brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. His touch sends shivers down your spine. “Tell me, pretty girl, what do you want from me?”

“All I want is you.” You say softly.

Steve's breath catches at your confession, his hand stilling against your cheek. His eyes darken with desire, a muscle ticking in his jaw as he struggles to maintain control. “You don't know what you're asking for,” he warns, his voice low and rough. But despite his words, he leans in closer, his face mere inches from yours. You can feel the heat radiating off his skin, the intoxicating scent of his cologne enveloping you. Your heart races, anticipation building in the pit of your stomach.

“Last chance to back out,” Steve murmurs, his lips hovering dangerously close to yours. “Because once I kiss you, there's no going back.”

You lean up and kiss him.

As soon as your lips meet, the world seems to fade away, leaving only the electric connection between you and Steve. He groans softly into the kiss, his hands coming up to cradle your face as he deepens the embrace.

Tongues dance, tasting and exploring, the passion between you explosive. Steve pulls you flush against his body, his hardness pressing insistently against your belly. You can feel the heat of his arousal, stoking the flames of your own desire.

Breaking the kiss, Steve rests his forehead against yours, panting heavily. “Fuck,” he whispers hoarsely. “I want you so bad it hurts.” His hands slide down to your hips, squeezing possessively. “But we need to talk about boundaries and expectations. This isn't just a one-night thing for me.”

“Fine by me.” You say breathlessly.

A slow, wicked grin spreads across Steve's face at your agreement. He captures your mouth in another searing kiss, his tongue delving deeper as he pushes you against the counter.

“You’re so cute, you know that?” Steve whispers against your lips, nipping at them playfully. “I've wanted you since the moment I laid eyes on you.”

With that, he claims your mouth again, kissing you with a fierce intensity that leaves you breathless and aching for more. His hands slip under your shirt, palming your breasts as he teases your nipples into hard peaks through the fabric of your bra. You moan softly, pressing against him as your thighs clench. You reach out to grab his biceps.

Steve grinds his hips against yours, letting you feel how hard he is. “Feel what you do to me, baby?” he purrs, nibbling on your earlobe. “I'm gonna make you feel so good, you won't ever want anyone else.”

His hands slide down to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze as he lifts you effortlessly. Your legs wrap around his waist instinctively, the heat of his erection pressing against your core. He carries you into the manager’s office, shutting the door behind him. He clears a space with one hand before setting you on the edge.

"I want to taste every inch of you," Steve murmurs huskily, trailing kisses along your jawline and down your neck. He tugs at the hem of your shirt impatiently. "Can I take this off? Please?"

You nod eagerly, lifting your arms to allow him to remove your shirt. Your chest heaves with each ragged breath as his hungry gaze roams over you. You bite your lip, watching him with wide, eager eyes.

The sight of your perfect tits encased in lacy lingerie makes Steve's mouth water. “Goddamn, baby,” he breathes reverently, reaching out to trace the swell of your cleavage with a fingertip. “You're fucking gorgeous.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.”

Unable to resist, he dips his head, placing hot, open-mouthed kisses along the tops of your breasts. His tongue darts out, teasing the sensitive skin above the cups of your bra. “Let me see all of you,” he pleads, looking up at you with smoldering eyes.

His hands find the clasp of your bra behind your back, deftly unfastening it. The garment falls away, revealing your hardened nipples to his appreciative gaze. “Beautiful,” Steve whispers, cupping the weight of your breasts in his palms.

“All yours.” You say breathlessly.

A low groan rumbles in Steve's chest at your words. Leaning in, he draws one taut nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud. His other hand kneads your neglected breast, rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

He lavishes attention on first one breast, then the other, sucking and licking until you're writhing beneath him. Your fingers thread through his hair, holding him to your chest as jolts of pleasure shoot straight to your pussy.

“Stevie…” you whimper, arching into his touch. “Please…”

Releasing your nipple with a wet pop, Steve looks up at you with a devilish smirk. “What do you need, baby? Tell me what you want.” His hand drifts lower, teasing along the waistband of your jeans.

You lift your hips, biting your lip.

Steve chuckles lowly, the sound sending vibrations through your heated skin. He pinches your nipple roughly. “Words, pretty girl.”

“Please eat me out!” You blurt out.

“Mmm, someone's eager,” he purrs, popping the button of your jeans and slowly dragging down the zipper. He hooks his fingers in the waistband of both your jeans and panties, tugging them down your legs in one smooth motion. Tossing them aside, he settles between your parted thighs, his breath ghosting over your slick folds.

“You're so wet already,” Steve marvels, running a finger through your slit. He brings it to his lips, sucking your essence clean with a groan. “Fuck.”

Spreading your thighs wider, he lowers his head, flicking his tongue out to taste you directly from the source. “Oh fuck, yes,” he moans against your pussy.

You let out a sharp gasp, your back arching as his tongue delves into your pussy. Your hands fly to his hair, gripping tightly as you grind against his face.

Steve laps at your dripping pussy like a man starved, his tongue plunging deep to claim every inch of you. He suckles on your throbbing clit, the suction making your vision blur with pleasure.

Your desperate grinding against his face only spurs him on, his hands gripping your hips to hold you in place as he devours you. Moans vibrate against your sensitive flesh, adding to the intense sensations overwhelming your senses.

Suddenly, Steve withdraws, leaving you panting and bereft. He rises to his feet, his eyes blazing with lust as he quickly sheds his clothes. His thick cock springs free, already leaking precum. “Hold onto the desk,” he commands gruffly, positioning himself between your thighs. “I'm gonna fill you up so good, baby.”

He spits on his cock and grips your hips, lining up with your entrance.

You grasp the edge of the desk, bracing yourself as he pushes forward, sheathing himself inside you with a single, powerful thrust. A loud cry tears from your throat at the sudden fullness, your inner walls clenching around his cock.

“Fuck, you're tight!” Steve grits out, his hips jerking as he buries himself to the hilt within your slick heat. He pauses for a moment, savoring the exquisite sensation of being fully enclosed by your soft pussy. “I know, I know. You’re being so good, letting me stretch you out.”

After a few seconds, he begins to move. He starts out slow, nearly pulling out completely before pushing in all the way, but the feeling of your cunt is too addicting, and he picks up speed. "Take it, pretty girl," he gasps. "This is what you needed, isn't it? To be stretched wide open on my cock?"

As if in response, your pussy clenches even tighter around him, milking him. Your voice is breathless when you speak, “Yes, yes, fuck, I need it!”

Steve's fingers dig into the soft flesh of your hips as he pounds into you mercilessly, the force of his thrusts pushing you further up the desk.

Leaning over you, he changes the angle of penetration slightly, allowing him to drive even deeper. One hand snakes up to pinch your nipples while the other dips between your legs, finding your swollen clit.

“You like that, don't you slut?” he pants harshly in your ear. “Having your little cunt stuffed full of my cock while I play with these perfect tits?” He rolls your nipple between his fingers roughly as they continue their punishing rhythm.

“Oh god, oh fuck, yes!” You moan loudly, your body trembling. Your pussy clenches harder around his cock, your mind going blank except for the urgent need to cum.

Steve's thrusts become erratic as he chases his own release, his balls drawing up tight against his body. "Gonna fill this greedy cunt up," he rasps, his voice strained with impending climax.

With a final, brutal slam of his hips, Steve buries himself to the root inside you. His cock pulses violently as he unleashes a torrent of hot cum deep within your tight cunt. “Fuuck, baby!”

The intensity of his orgasm triggers your own, your pussy rippling around his cock as waves of ecstasy crash over you. You scream his name like a prayer, arching your back and pressing against him.

As the afterglow sets in, Steve collapses against you, his softening cock still nestled inside you. He nuzzles into your neck, panting heavily. "That was... fucking amazing, baby." You wrap your arms around his neck and hug him, going nonverbal for a second. He rubs your back gently, pushing your hair out of your eyes before kissing your forehead. “You okay?”

You nod. “Just need a second.”

He holds you closer, his cock now completely soft inside of you. He kisses your forehead again. “I was serious, you know. When I said I didn’t want this to be a one time thing.”

“So was I.”

Steve hums, cupping the back of your head. “Good.”

You sigh, nuzzling him. “Are we still going to Jason’s party?”

“Oh, fuck no.” Steve says, chuckling. “Come over to mine instead.”

You nod. “Okay.” He pulls out of you and your pussy clenches as his cum starts to dribble out. “Ah, shit.”

“Don’t worry,” Steve says, kneeling again. “I’ll clean you up, baby.”

You throw your head back as you feel his tongue on your clit again.

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pussyydestroyer · 3 months ago

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“First date”

Pairing: Sam Carpenter x fem!reader

Summary: Tara and you work at a store in New York, having to restock some things on a weekend as punishment.

Warning: None. Y/n is just a little awkward and nervous around Sam, plus alcohol and all that stuff.

Word count: 6.3k

A/n: It's basically the story of Usnavi and Vanessa (played by Melissa Barrera) in In the heights but these are F!reader and Sam with some details changed and different from the musical so that Sam's character in Scream fits better 😋

I was inspired by The Club but wanted to expand it further to get to that part

“Stop being a jerk and come help me!” You shout as soon as you walk through the door with a large box in your hands, and you see Tara standing at the register doing absolutely nothing.

Completely bewildered, she raises her head and reluctantly puts her phone aside when she sees you giving her a withering, amused look. “Okay, okay. I’m coming.”

She gets up from where she was and walks with slow, unmotivated steps until she reaches you, walks around you, and enters the warehouse, where the other boxes are to refill the shelves with food.

“Thanks,” you say sarcastically with a knowing smile, only for her to shake her head mockingly in response, making you chuckle.

Tara and you are friends from college, you being the oldest by two years. You’ve both been working at a store for a couple of months, hoping to earn some money for yourselves.

One day, she showed you a post she found online about a small shop looking for staff. At first, you were skeptical of the place because of the reviews, but the next day they were both hired since the owner was desperate for workers.

The job was relatively easy; they just had to serve the few customers who showed up and restock the shelves and vending machines whenever the food ran out or expired.

They spent so much time together in college and at work that they got to the point where they became very close.

"Why are we doing this?" she exclaims tiredly as she carries a box to the other side of the room, even though she hasn't moved from her seat since the day began. "I mean, it's Saturday. We shouldn't be doing this."

Tara was right. Her contract had a set schedule that meant she didn't work weekends. But it was both of their punishments for doing so.

You laugh and roll your eyes as you pull some candy that had expired a few days ago off the shelf. "Maybe it's because someone was caught idling and eating the store's merchandise?"

A few days ago, both of them were literally lying on the counter watching some silly YouTube video since there hadn't been any customers for a couple of hours. So they decided to eat a snack or two to pass the time.

Only when you open a can of soda does the owner appear and see them not doing their homework and with empty wrappers in plain sight.

They make up terribly lame excuses so that in the end, he decides to check the cameras and discover that they haven't moved from their spot for about four hours.

With amusement and feigned annoyance, she tidies up the shelf across from yours. "Speak for yourself. I only ate one potato chip."

“Liar. You also had three wrappers of chocolates on the counter,” you exclaim, squinting at her expectantly through the small slits.

You feel her shifting in place as she giggles and continues tidying.

“It was exam week, okay? I was anxious about the results.” You roll your eyes and nod in mock understanding at her perfectly valid excuse. She laughs with you before adding, “And don’t act like a saint, you ate things from here too.”

You feign hurt, placing a hand on your chest, then speak more calmly. “And I totally accept the blame.”

You simply laugh, glancing at each other as you finish arranging the things on the shelf for when the door opens, ringing a small bell that signals when someone enters or leaves.

You peer at Tara through the cracks and tilt your head in a quick motion toward the counter.

"I know," she sighs before dropping what she was doing and heading behind the counter to wait for the woman who just entered to pay.

You smile sarcastically at her for a few moments before placing the last few treats.

You take a quick look around the store to check if anything else needed restocking until the completely empty refrigerator behind you catches your attention.

You pick up the box you just emptied and walk toward the storage area to get the drinks to restock.

You go back inside, humming a song with a carefree expression on your face, heading toward the previously empty refrigerator.

You turn slightly when the bell rings again, noticing Tara engrossed in her phone and the woman gone.

You smile to yourself before returning your attention to your task.

You wanted to get this done as soon as possible without distractions so you could enjoy your weekend. Even though you didn't have any plans, the best thing you could do was stay locked in your place watching TV shows until late.

The place fell silent for a few minutes, with only your low humming heard, until that small bell rang again.

The silence was instantly interrupted by murmurs of happiness in the distance.

You listened briefly to the conversation, wondering if all the happiness was due to the fact that it was a friend of Tara's, as you took out some energy drinks.

"Hey y/n, look who's here." Tara's enthusiastic voice pulled you out of your thoughts, but you continued on with your own business, never taking your eyes off the drinks.

“What’s up?” Crouching down, you gesture with your hand, oblivious to what was happening, thinking it might be Mindy, who regularly passed by.

You hear laughter from the other corner and a mock clearly coming from Tara.

You add a few cans to the fridge, ignoring her words and managing to hear footsteps coming toward you.

You hum again, your attention fixed on the fridge.

The cool air hitting your face was refreshing and satisfying in the sweltering heat.

You were so wrapped up in your thoughts, along with the task at hand, that it took you a good couple of seconds to realize someone was standing next to you.

You turned around calmly, but upon seeing the person next to you, your heart raced, taking all your strength not to drop the can from your hands.

The basic skills of any human being faded from your system. You hadn’t expected Sam to be in the store, much less standing in front of you. Her expression was calm and stern.

From the close range, you managed to capture her slightly messy hair and her skin glistening with sweat, assuming she'd just worked out or left the gym.

Still, that didn't take away from how beautiful she looked.

The time it took you to examine her seemed like an eternity, internally cursing yourself as you felt your face heat up and simultaneously praying that she wouldn't notice your slight blush.

From the moment Sam entered your life, you had a small crush on her.

Tara had talked to you about her a couple of times before, even shown you pictures, but nothing compared to the time Sam arrived to pick Tara up from college.

When you first saw her get out of her car, her hair blowing in the wind. Watching her like a kid yearning from afar for something in a toy store.

From then on, you knew your life wasn't going to be so easy with her on your mind.

There had been times before where you'd run into each other by chance or because your connection was through knowing Tara, but it never went beyond a friendly greeting with a few exchanges.

Sometimes it could be a little awkward because you got so nervous around her, and Tara seemed to pick up on the tension between you two from all the times she teased you about her sister.

"Hi" you finally managed, a goofy smile tugging at your lips.

"Hi" she reciprocated in a soft, cheerful voice. Everything around you stopped the instant your gazes met.

The glances and smiles lasted longer than you expected. Honestly, you didn't know what else to do after that.

Sam felt the same way, but her face didn't change to discomfort or embarrassment. However, she moved her hand forward toward you.

At first, you didn't know what she wanted to do since her movements were hesitant, until you realized Sam wanted a drink from the refrigerator.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry." Embarrassed, scratching the back of your neck, you took a step back, then bumped into the open refrigerator door.

A blush spread across your face, hating yourself for acting so awkwardly in front of her.

It was always the same. Every time you tried to impress a girl, you ended up acting completely different from your normal self. And Sam was no exception to your clumsiness.

She simply chuckled and waited for you to walk away so she could get an energy drink. “Thank you.”

Her voice sent a chill through your body, making your heart beat faster. “You’re welcome.”

The words came out in a stuttering whisper as you were once again mesmerized by her brown eyes.

The two of you remained in a slightly awkward silence. Neither of you dared to move away or say a word; you just stared at each other with a hint of something neither of you could decipher.

Tara, who had been watching this whole scene from afar with regret and shame etched on her face, decided to interrupt. “Hey, Sam.” She waited for Sam to turn around before she could continue. “Y/n wants to ask you out, did you know that?”

Your breath stopped at that same instant as you broke out in a cold sweat upon hearing Tara’s words.

Your head swiveled sharply to look at Tara, who was wearing a wicked smile.

It never crossed your mind that she would do something like this, but this definitely caught you off guard, causing you to freeze completely, along with your stomach tightening in your abdomen.

Tara smiles triumphantly at seeing you in this state, knowing she had you in her grasp.

“I-…” You tried to excuse yourself, to say anything, but Sam was quicker, turning to you again with an anxious expression and genuine happiness.

“Oh, really?”

“I…” You’d never been in a bind like this before. You didn’t know what to do or say to dont make her feel bad. “I mean-”

“Yeah. That's what we were talking about this morning, wasn't it, Y/N?” Tara interrupts again, making Sam's smile grow at her.

Every time Tara opens her mouth, you think she's going to save you from this predicament, but she only makes it worse and worse, turning you into a nervous, clumsy mess.

You stutter for a moment, looking from Sam to Tara repeatedly, as if that would get you out of this dilemma.

“Yup, well…” you stuttered longer than you meant to, unsure of what to say next until Sam interrupts you with moderate excitement.

“Where do you want to take me?” she says mischievously, her interest piquing further with each of Tara's words to help you with the mess she started.

“To the club a few blocks from the subway,” Tara adds playfully, mockingly, before looking at you and continuing. “She’s really eager to take you there. Really.”

Sam seems more and more convinced about the idea of going out with you, which makes you even more nervous when you see her expression. “I heard it’s a good place.”

“Yeah, it is,” you smile, scratching the back of your neck, desperately trying to say something more. “We can go this afternoon… if you want, of course.”

You bite the inside of your cheek for speaking too quickly, thinking you’ve ruined everything with the way Sam stares at you without any response.

Finally, she nods in approval, and a genuine smile appears on her face as she reaches for her phone in her pockets.

“Here. Here’s my number so we can clarify the details further.”

She extends her hand toward you, her phone number flashing on the screen.

At first, you stare at it in bewilderment, not understanding what she’s doing until your mind clicks.

“Oh, yes,” you fumble in your clothing pockets to find your phone. You take it out and quickly write down her phone number.

She laughs and waits for you to do so before putting her phone back in the same place she had it before.

"Nos vemos" she says in a low, mischievous voice, then turns and leaves, not before saying goodbye to her sister.

Your heart pounded loudly in your ears, feeling like you could faint at any moment.

Your mind replayed what had just happened, unable to truly believe that you had a date with Sam.

She was already gone, but you were still trying to come back to earth as you held onto the fridge.

Little by little, Tara's laughter crept back into your ears.

"Why the fuck did you do all that?" You spat out in embarrassment and annoyance as your senses returned to normal.

She was almost out of breath, tears in her eyes from the fit of laughter at the situation she'd gotten you into.

You turned around and banged your forehead against the glass door of the refrigerator, waiting for Tara to finish teasing you and for your blush to fade.

Finally, she stopped laughing and spoke breathlessly, "No. I saved you from making a complete fool of yourself in front of her. You're welcome."

She was partly right, but you weren't going to admit it after how stupid and useless you'd acted because of Tara and her interventions.

You tapped the glass

with your forehead repeatedly, trying to gather your racing, anxious thoughts. "What am I going to do now?"

"Go on a date with my sister, maybe?"

You groan softly as you tap it once more, then press your forehead against the cold glass, knowing full well that she finds your condition amusing. “Did you see how I just acted? I look like a complete idiot in front of her. I won't even last five minutes before I ruin everything.”

Tara's expression softens at hearing you speak about yourself like that. She wanted to continue teasing you, but she took pity this time. “Relax, everything will be okay, don't worry.”

She waited for your reaction to her gentle words, but seeing that you weren't reacting the way she wanted, she decided to add, “You have a point in your favor. She likes you.”

Your heart pounded again. You turned around quickly to see any hint of a joke or a lie in her expression, but all you could see was sincerity. “Really?”

She smiled at you, hearing your yearning and decided to continue encouraging you. “Of course. She wouldn't have agreed if she didn't.”

A little confidence returned to you, hoping everything that happened later would be perfect.

You took out your phone with a glimmer of hope in your eyes as you saw Sam's profile on the screen. “I'll try not to screw this up.”

Hours passed, and as if in the blink of an eye, you were standing on the subway, staring at your nervous expression through the reflection of the doors.

After closing up shop a few hours earlier, you texted Sam to arrange a time and place where the two of you would meet.

When Sam finally answered, clearing things up, you immediately changed into something more comfortable and casual, but not too elegant to distinguish the fact that you were going to a club.

Your reflection vanished in an instant when the doors opened, allowing you to get off the train.

You walked with a knot in your stomach as you wiped your sweaty hands on your clothes until you reached the meeting point where the two of you had decided to meet.

Not seeing her anywhere, you decided to wait for some sign of her.

You straightened your clothes over and over again, hoping to look good for her, only to look up and find her walking toward you.

She shakes her hand, and you can't help but watch her every move.

"Shall we go?" Her sweet voice hits you, bringing you back to reality when she's close enough to you.

You shake your head slightly with an almost shy smile, "Let's go."

The night was cool and refreshing, with a silence that at first felt a bit awkward as you walked side by side.

Their arms occasionally brushed against each other, making you even more nervous than you already were, until Sam broke the silence by asking a couple of questions.

You sighed in relief at no longer being burdened by your racing thoughts and readily answered her little interrogation.

Gradually, you became less nervous as you spent more time with her.

Walking and talking with Sam, letting go more and more, you realized that longing for her from afar was a complete and total waste of time.

She's so sweet and so funny that every time she made you laugh with little jokes, you blushed, admiring her beauty at the same time.

If you weren't so shy and dumb, you could have enjoyed this a long time ago.

They continued walking and chatting for a bit longer before loud music and flashy lights caught both of their attention.

Despite being a few steps away from the club, you couldn't stop paying attention to the lights Sam had told you about earlier during your walk here.

“Damn, this is nice…” You say with a hint of admiration as you look at the enormous place. “I really like what they've done with the lights.”

She laughs, rolling her eyes and gently nudging you, thinking you were making fun of her for previously exaggerating about the venue's extravagant lights.

The thick air of the place hits them along with the loud music as they barely step foot inside.

In one corner, there was a group of people gathered at the bar, and another group of people dancing on the dance floor to their own beat.

“You might be right, this music's tight.” You look at her with complicity and amusement, having to raise your voice so she could hear you over all the noise.

You follow Sam through the crowd to explore the place a bit, watching her laugh again, making your heart beat faster. “I told you!”

None of them had been here before. You could say Sam knew the place better than you did, based on the experiences her friends told her.

You followed Sam, who walked deeper into the place, piquing both of your interest and curiosity with every step you took.

The fact that you hadn't said anything in a while, along with the music pounding your eardrums, made you feel even more nervous and restless.

You didn't want to ruin a beautiful evening that was starting off really well.

You felt the urge to say something, anything to calm down a little.

"Did I mention that you look great tonight?"

Sam stops and turns slightly, noticing a smile from something you couldn't quite understand on her face.

Their eyes meet, causing you to scratch the back of your neck and continue speaking quickly. "Because you do, you really—"

"Hey, relax," she interrupts, gently taking your hand in hers, noticing that you're back to being as nervous as you were at the beginning.

Behind all the noise, you managed to hear the softness of her voice, as if it were just the two of you in the vast space.

You sighed with relief, feeling calmer with the comfort of her words. “Yeah, alright.” She smiled at you, squeezing your hand once more before letting go. “I’m relaxed.”

You didn’t know how, but from one moment to the next, you were both dancing across from each other on the dance floor.

You watched with awe and amusement as Sam moved with grace and rhythm, her hips and arms swaying to the beat of the music.

Her eyes sparkled with amusement as she danced in front of you as you did the same.

Her body moved freely and passionately, creating an exciting spectacle.

Time seemed to stand still when you were with her.

The more you watched her eyes, her hair moving with every movement, her smile, a warm feeling welled up in your chest.

Despite all the hardships and self-sabotage you inflicted on yourself, you enjoyed being with her far more than you ever would with anyone else.

“Maybe you and I should hang out some more…” You say without giving your words a second thought. She looks at you skeptically when you begin to slow down, realizing what you’d said out loud.

“I’m such a dork, but I-” You apologize, a little embarrassed, but before you could ruin it again, she interrupts you, pulling you closer so you could hear her. “Let’s go get a drink.”

You were completely grateful to whatever it was that Sam interrupted you every time you messed up.

Her slightly agitated voice sent light shivers down your spine.

You tried to put that thought behind you, accepting and walking with her again to the bar, which wasn’t that far away. “Something sweet.”

Sam seemed to like your suggestion, nodding and looking at you knowingly, as if you were both connected. “You know me, a little cinnamon.”

You walked peacefully, interrupted only by the din of music and people, to the bar.

Upon reaching the small space, Sam silently gestured that she would get the drinks. You nodded, knowing she would bring the same thing for both of you.

You couldn’t help but watch her figure as she slowly walked away and disappeared from your sight a moment later.

You didn't believe in love at first sight, but after this date, you'd openly admit that you were completely in love with her.

You headed off to find a table so you and Sam could rest and be more comfortable after dancing earlier.

"yo, be more careful," you heard a familiar voice as you clumsily backed away and bumped into a table.

You turned around to find Mindy sitting there with a smile, a bit dazed from the alcohol, you assumed, and a drink in her hand.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" You looked at her in amusement as you reached out to shake her hand in a friendly gesture.

Mindy laughs, squeezing your hand, then lets go and takes a sip before answering. “I came with my girl to have a good time,” she says playfully before turning her head from side to side as if she's looking for someone. “But apparently she went to get more alcohol or something.”

You laugh, thinking that her girlfriend, Anika, and Sam might be meet at the bar, but you didn't want to bring it up yet.

Mindy was a fun and witty person. You met her through Tara a while ago and immediately liked her personality.

You and her don't hang out much, but when the opportunity arises, you talk for hours on end.

She looks at you, sizing you up and down inquisitively.

“So what are you doing here? I don't think you came alone,” she says curiously, raising an eyebrow.

You just laugh and roll your eyes, sitting in the seat across from Mindy while her girlfriend was gone. “Well…” you stammered, not wanting to say who you came with, but knowing you would have to say it eventually. “Yes. I came with someone.”

“So? Who’s the lucky one?”

You ran your fingers along the edge of the table briefly, not wanting to brag, but the way you smiled let Mindy know she was someone special to you. “I came with Sam.”

Her jaw almost dropped at the information.

She didn’t think you’d ever be able to hang out with Sam, which took her by surprise. “No way… really?”

You nodded, blushing slightly at her slightly drunken and exaggerated expression. “Yup.”

She took a deep sip of her drink, which you didn’t know what it was, to process it properly. “I never thought it was possible. Congratulations.”

You continued to play with the edge of the table, your smile lingering. “Thank you, I guess?”

She shook her head, closing her eyes for a brief moment. “No. I mean it. Congratulations.”

Your expression softened at her supportive words, even though you clearly thought this was impossible. But thankfully, it happened.

“Ever since Tara told me you were madly in love with her sister, I never thought you could date her…”

Your eyes widened, your blush deepening at the exaggeration in her words. “I’m not—” You tried to interrupt her to clarify that you’d only had a minor, non-obsessive crush for some time now, but she wasn’t listening.

“After all these years.”

You smiled warmly at her constant exaggeration, appreciating the sincerity beneath all the alcohol in her system.

Just as you were about to express your gratitude, Mindy stopped a waitress who was passing by, taking two shots, which, judging by the color, were probably tequila.

She placed one in front of you while extending her hand with the other tequila, wanting to make a toast. “To finally getting Samantha.”

You grabbed the tequila, laughing at all this before raising your hand and clinking the small glasses together.

“Cheers!” You said in unison and then drank.

Between laughter and the bitter taste of the drink going down your throat, Sam arrived with two glasses in each hand.

Your body temperature rose again when you saw her, slightly disheveled, placing the glass on the table.

A completely silly smile appeared on your face, but Sam didn't notice it as she greeted Mindy.

She stayed by your side the whole time, watching as she made small talk with Mindy while you sipped.

The pleasant atmosphere didn't last long when a guy arrived at the table out of nowhere, standing right behind Sam. "Hey, you!"

His arrogantly smug voice would almost irritate you if it weren't for the fact that Sam turned around reluctantly, knowing full well that she was being spoken to.

"Who?" The expression of disinterest when talking to him was very noticeable.

"You!"

"Who, me?"

Sam pretended not to understand, responding sharply to the other guy. Deep down, she knew what would happen if she continued talking to him, and she didn't want to.

"You wanna dance?"

She continued her arrogant little game, avoiding contact with him as much as possible.

The guy seemed like a hateful person, and if she could, she would tell him so. "Nah, man."

The guy simply laughed at his defeat, taking a step back and stopping his insistence, understanding that Sam was absolutely against being with him. “Okay, I took my chance.”

Watching the small conversation between the two of them from the silence, you somehow felt bad for the poor guy who was immediately rejected by Sam, even though you could tell she had the same feelings for him.

“It’s cool, it’s cool… hey if you want to.”

You absolutely didn't want Sam to go with someone else. It was your date with her, and you wanted to spend the rest of it with her, but your mouth betrayed you as always.

She looks at you expectantly, surprised that you'd let her be with some random on her own on a night that should have been between you two.

Her smile, once one of happiness, vanished completely from her face.

"You don't mind?" You recognized that look of anger and betrayal anywhere, even though it was the first time you'd seen it on her.

You bite the inside of your cheek, wanting to avoid any eye contact from her, but her eyes bore deeply into you.

You swallow hard, holding your breath as you feel Sam's irritated gaze and the other guy's triumphant one. "I'm fine, I'm fine."

She stares at you for a while longer, waiting for you to say something to fix the mess you just made, but nothing comes out.

You watch as she walks away, heading for the dance floor with someone other than you.

When she's completely out of your sight, you breathe normally again.

Your mind spins with flashbacks of how stupid you just were, along with Sam's cold stare.

You grab the glass Sam had brought for the two of you to share and take a deep sip, scrunching your face.

Mindy, who was completely oblivious to what was happening at the table, sees Sam leave with someone else, surprising her more than you expected. "Who's Sam talking to?"

"Some dude..." you say listlessly, sprawled across the table as you watch the alcohol swirl as the glass rolls in your hands.

She raises her eyebrows as her drunken mind connects the dots of something she didn't fully witness. “That’s messed up, she’s trying to make you jealous.”

You raise your head from your spite and look at her as if you were talking to someone completely sane.

Was Sam trying to make you jealous? Why would she do that?

That’s why Sam immediately left with him without objecting or mentioning that you and her were together in the first place. You think about your naiveté.

“Jealous? I ain’t jealous, I can take this fella, whatever.”

It was clear you couldn’t.

The minutes passed, and you were already tired of being the third wheel between Mindy and Anika

You kept glancing at the dance floor in case you could spot Sam anywhere. But there was no sign of her.

You were starting to worry, but deep down, you knew she could handle any idiot who crossed her path.

You felt bad for letting her go dancing with a stranger.

You just wanted to be with her, but you'd already ruined that.

You sighed heavily, banging your head against the table, making a small noise that no one heard.

Turning your head, raising your gaze after a brief moment of cursing yourself, you saw a head of red hair that was easily recognizable anywhere.

If Sam wanted to make you jealous, you can make it happen too. You told yourself, remembering Mindy's drunken words.

Probably the effects of the alcohol were also starting to kick in, which is why you were working up the nerve to go talk to Quinn, who was selflessly chatting with a guy.

Ever since you've known Quinn, she's always flirted with you, making double entendre, or complimenting you on everything.

You just avoid her, dodging her constant suggestives by pretending not to understand.

You knew she had a bad reputation for hooking up with anyone who caught her eye, and to your misfortune, you had caught hers.

But that didn't matter at this point; you just wanted to piss Sam off a little.

The boy immediately gets up from his seat, leaving Quinn alone and relieved for a moment until her eyes sparkle with desire as she sees you approaching.

"Hey..." Quinn says slyly as you sit across from her, where the other boy had previously been.

You don't want to have a social interaction with her, much less end up in a situation you'd regret later. So you interrupt her, starting to speak rapidly.

“Look, I know you do this with everyone, and the truth is, I'm not interested in you. I just want to make someone jealous, and you probably don't give a fuck about that, but this will be the closest thing to having my full attention. So let's go to the bar or something to satisfy your self-absorbed facade once and for all.”

She remains silent for a few seconds, staring at you with amusement, as if she were holding back a laugh.

This awkward silence, coupled with her intense gaze, made your hair stand on end. But she finally responds with a curt nod

“Yeah. Whatever.”

Before grabbing your wrist, forcing you to abruptly get up to go to the bar.

Between her leading you to take another drink and the increasing number of people, it made your curiosity and concern for Sam grow.

You looked everywhere for her, but there was no sign of her dancing with anyone or drinking.

Your concentration shifted elsewhere as Quinn flirtatiously asked the bartender for drinks.

Being with her felt like a punishment.

You just nodded or fake laughed whenever she spoke or said something supposedly funny.

Every now and then you looked up to see if Sam was around, but you were already considering the idea that she was gone.

Sadly, you continued your performance in front of Quinn, taking a big sip of something you weren't used to drinking.

Just as you were losing all hope, you saw Sam alone in the distance, heading through the door they'd entered a few hours ago.

You apologize to Quinn before hastily getting up to follow Sam.

Your heart was pounding as you pushed through the crush of people.

You'd made a huge difference with her today, and the thought of losing her in an instant was more suffocating than when you'd tried to talk to Sam this morning.

"Sam! Hold on, hold on!" you shout from outside the club, seeing her in the distance.

She turns around irritably, and you put the hands on your knees to catch your breath from running.

You lift your head to meet her upset gaze. "Why are you leaving? I mean, we're having a good time, aren't we?" you say agitatedly.

Her eyes widen in disbelief.

“If having a good time means leaving me with an idiot so you can flirt with someone else, then yes. I had a great time.”

You gritted your teeth at the venom in her sarcasm.

You felt a little happy that your plan to make her jealous with Quinn had worked, but this wasn't the time to celebrate.

You fell silent for a moment, considering your next words.

“I- I wasn't flirting with anyone…” You admit, your tone lower as you regain your composure. Sam notices your meek behavior, softening her features just a bit. “I was just hanging out with someone else because I thought you were having fun with another one.”

“Of course I wasn't having fun with him!” “I came here to be with you, ¡no con un completo idiota!” she yells again, but this time she takes a few steps toward you. Seeing this, you do the same.

“Look. I'm sorry, okay?” Your words are more confident now as you move forward, staring at her with determination. “When you're around me, I act like a fool, and I admit it.”

Sam was perplexed by your confession. She'd noticed your behavior, but didn't believe you'd admit it so openly.

She quickly examined you without moving from her spot.

There was still a wide gap between you, giving you the confidence to clarify your feelings.

"I never know what to do or say when you talk to me or look at me. I become a total mess and you know it."

She avoids smiling to maintain her angry facade; instead, she just nods.

You were no longer embarrassed or anxious. You'd spent so much time with Sam that you'd grown accustomed to her intense but pleasant gaze.

"Even Tara had to help me ask you out when I wasn't even thinking about it right now."

You both laughed at the memory of what had happened, unaware that Sam was laughing and taking a few steps forward.

You took a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself, with the constant fear that Sam wouldn't want to see you ever again.

"And yes, I know that I screw up by not intervening when the guy came over and flirted with you, and I feel bad about it.”

The brief silence that fills the space is almost deafening.

There's no more music, no more loud people; it's just you and her, along with the constant pounding of your heart in your ears as you stare directly into her beautiful brown eyes.

“I had a great time tonight, and I just want you to forgive me—” Her soft lips capture yours, forcing you to stop talking.

You hadn't realized she was so close to you, the kiss taking you by surprise.

When your mind finally clicked, you melted in that instant, parting your lips and allowing her tongue to slide past.

You raised your hands, not knowing where to put them.

Sam noticed this and guided one of them to her lower back, making you gasp against her.

You were always curious to know what it was like to feel Sam so close to you, and you couldn't believe this was finally happening.

The kiss slowly grew more intense, heating your bodies more and more.

You had to admit that the way she gently tugged at your hair with her hand tangled in it drove you crazy, but not now.

The lack of air ruined the moment, and you reluctantly pulled away so you could catch it.

She looked at you panting with her eyes half-closed, while you stood with your gaze wide open, shocked by all of this.

"Yes... I forgive you."

At first, you couldn't understand what she meant, but slowly your mind came out of the lustful haze. "Right."

She rolled her eyes before leaning closer to you and laughing, resting her forehead against your shoulder.

You were still coming down from the intensity of things, so you simply placed a hand on the back of her head, completely distracted and out of it.

She breathed deeply, feeling her body press against yours.

She moved away slightly to take your hand in hers and resume her walk. "Let's go."

You intertwined your fingers as she did so as you began walking.

The peace and tranquility of your mind was interrupted when you turned to look at the club, which was now further away than you thought. "I thought we'd go inside again."

She nodded with feigned reasoning, then gave you a quick, playful glance. "Yeah, well, I'd rather finish this at my place."

The mischievous way she said it made you not doubt her other intentions at all, causing a smile to spread across your face due to the shiver she gave you. "Alright”

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Happy Valentine's Day! Reposting this one in the spirit of the day.

Rating: E | WC: 5,451 READ ON AO3

February 14th 1987.

"This is stupid. This is so stupid." Eddie mumbles to himself as he paces back and forth in front of Steve's house, a single rose in one hand, and a mixtape in his back pocket. He glances nervously at the front door, wondering for the millionth time if he's read this all wrong.

And what is he even doing? What even is this stupid holiday other than a bunch of capitalistic bullshit designed to trick people into buying flowers and candy because if you don't you somehow care less about the person you love than you did every other fucking day.

Not that he's in love. He didn't mean- he's not…

Eddie is ripped out of his spiral at the sound of the door opening, and Steve's confused voice as he says " Munson?"

January 3rd 1987.

Eddie saunters into Family Video, shaking his head in an attempt to dislodge the frankly ridiculous amount of snow that has accumulated in his hair from the short walk across the parking lot.

Steve scoffs from behind the counter. “Do you mind? You know I have to clean up the puddle all that snow is going to leave, right?”

Eddie grins as he walks over to lean against the counter into Steve’s space, batting his eyes obnoxiously. “But isn’t it worth it, Harrington, to be graced with the privilege of my company?”

Steve rolls his eyes and shoves Eddie’s shoulder. Eddie goes willingly, even as he catches the slight blush now coloring Steve’s cheeks. Always so easy to get a rise out of. He barely has to try at all.

But try he does. Every flush of skin, every roll of eyes and annoyed glare, every playful shove and amused chuckle, Eddie craves them all. Anything he can pull from Steve feels like a triumph, a little reward, a tiny consolation prize for every awful fucked up thing that happened to him. Because if it wasn’t for the whole end of the world, almost dying thing, he would never have ended up here. There is no way, under normal circumstances he and Steve would be friends like this. That he would put up with Eddie coming in to pester him at work, getting the floors dirty, and shamelessly flirting with him. They would have remained on opposite sides of an invisible line drawn long ago. The King, and The Freak.

So, sure. Almost dying and watching his entire sense of reality crumble in front of him had been like, the fucking worst. A total fucking bummer. But at least it gave him this tentative friendship with Steve Harrington .

“Why are you guys even open? No one is coming to get movies in this fucking blizzard.” Eddie grabs a candy bar off the shelf in front of the register and rips it open, shoving half of it in his mouth in one bite.

Steve glares at him. “Are you going to pay for that? And you’re literally here. You are why we’re open.”

Eddie rolls his eyes, shoving the rest of the candy bar in his mouth and talking around it. “Yeah but I’m only here because you’re here. I’m not a customer. ”

Steve picks the candy wrapper up off the counter where Eddie so generously abandoned it. “Just here to steal candy, then?” His voice is condescending as he tosses the wrapper in the trash.

Eddie ignores him. “Where’s Buckley?”

Eddie knows exactly where Buckley is. He saw her earlier and she told him she had the night off, and was going to have a sleepover with Nancy. Seemed very giddy about that fact, actually. So, Eddie knew Steve would be here on his own tonight, and probably without any plans for after work.

Steve grabs a stack of movies from the counter and walks around to the shelves to start putting them away, Eddie trailing after him.

“She’s off tonight.” He says with a shrug.

Eddie hums a response. “You meeting up with her later?” He asks like he couldn’t care less whether he is or not.

Steve shakes his head as he leads them down another aisle to pop The Breakfast Club back on the shelf. “Nah, she’s hanging with Nance tonight.”

Eddie leans against the shelf, blocking Steve’s path forward. “You want some company to wait out the storm with, then?”

Steve’s eyes meet his and Eddie feels his stomach tighten as he waits for Steve’s response, watches as the corner of Steve’s mouth pulls up in a smirk as his eyes flash back to the movies in his hand. “Sure, Munson.” He gestures to the empty store around them. “Why don’t you pick out a few movies?”

Eddie leaves Steve to his task and roams down the aisles, barely comprehending the movies titles streaming by him as he goes. He’s suddenly racked with anxiety. He hadn’t really expected Steve to actually agree. They’ve never really hung out on their own before, outside of Eddie’s tendency to linger around while he’s working. But he said yes. Well. He said sure. Technically. But still. A whole evening alone with The King.

January 10th, 1987

Eddie rushes to the door of the trailer and pulls it open, a wide grin plastered on his face. “ Harrington! Welcome to my humble abode.”

Steve hands him a six pack of beer as he steps in and shrugs off his coat and slips his feet out of his shoes.

Eddie stashes the beer in the fridge and comes back out to an awkward looking Steve, still hovering in the doorway. “You can like, sit down, man.” He says as he nudges Steve’s shoulder and makes his way over to the couch, flopping down in his usual spot in the corner.

He expects Steve to perch himself in Wayne’s armchair, the only other seat available other than-

Steve sits down next to Eddie on the couch. And not like, squished into the other corner, either. Next to him. Their thighs are almost touching. Could be if Eddie just-

“So, you gonna finish rolling that -'' Steve gestures to where Eddie abandoned the joint he’d been rolling for them when he heard Steve’s knock on the door. “-or are we going to watch-” He picks up the movie Eddie rented from Robin earlier off the table, face scrunching as he takes in the cover. “-Labyrinth completely sober? Because honestly, Munson, I don’t know if I’ve got it in me.”

Eddie snorts as he snatches the movies out of Steve’s hands. “You have no taste, Harrington.” He rattles the tape in the box. “This movie is a work of art. ” He tosses the movie back down, sitting up to resume his forgotten task. “But I agree, the viewing experience is greatly enhanced if you’re high.” His rings clack against each other as he moves his deft fingers carefully, packing the little paper and rolling it quickly together. Feels Steve’s eyes on him the whole time like his gaze is burning the side of his face. He licks the edge and seals it, convinces himself he didn’t see Steve’s eyes shift up from his mouth when he turns to him and presents him with the finished product with a flourish. “For you, my liege.”

Steve rolls his eyes but accepts the offering, bringing it up to his mouth and looking expectantly at Eddie as he just stares back at him like an idiot. Steve points to the joint and mumbles “ Got a light?” around it.

“Oh!- uh” Eddie fumbles around as he digs his lighter out of the front pocket in his jeans. He flicks it open, catching a spark and lighting it as he goes, holding it out for Steve to take.

But he doesn’t. He just leans in close and lights the joint between them, still clamped between his lips. His eyes flick up to meet Eddie’s, and he stays there for just a moment longer than necessary before leaning back and taking in a deep inhale.

Eddie watches with wide eyes as Steve tilts his head back, exposing the scar that wraps around his neck. He watches as a plume of smoke escapes Steve’s mouth, billowing around him. He’s gorgeous. Eddie has known that for a long time, obviously. He has fucking eyes. He thought Steve was gorgeous even when he was walking the halls of Hawkins High as ‘ The King.’ Too high and mighty to give lowly peasants like Eddie ‘ The Freak’ Munson a second of his time.

But he knows now that Steve is gorgeous , in every sense of the word. In the way he cares fiercely for every single member of their fucked up, apocalypse stopping, rag tag group. In the way his brows cinch together when someone says something that goes over his head. In the way he tilts his head to the right when he’s trying to hear what someone is saying on the side with his bad ear. He never complains about it, never corrects them. Eddie’s not sure he even knows. But Eddie does. Eddie notices. He notices all the ways Steve Harrington is gorgeous. And most of them have nothing to do with that magnificent head of hair.

January 23rd 1987

Steve has been hanging around a lot. On his own . No prompting from Eddie. No annoying him and wearing him down until he agrees to shut him up and get a moment of peace during his shift at Family Video, no Buckley buffer to hide behind as a group hang. Just Steve, asking Eddie if he’s busy later, and Eddie, no matter what the actual truth may be, saying no. Accepting Steve’s offer every time it’s given, no matter how late notice, no matter how many times he has to call and cancel on a D&D planning session with Henderson, or a jam sesh with the band. He says he’s free for Steve. How could he not?

Which is exactly how he ended up here, sitting in an ice-crusted lawn chair, freezing his ass off as he watches Steve take a long drag from the joint he brought with him. Might not have if he knew Harrington would insist they smoke it outside, afraid Mommie Dearest would be able to smell the remnants no matter how long it is before she deigns to show her face in this house again.

Eddie shivers violently in his leather jacket. “ Fuck, it’s cold.” He mutters as he takes the joint from Steve’s gloved hands.

Steve rolls his eyes and slips off his heavy winter coat, tossing it over Eddie’s shoulders. “Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if you had an actual coat on, Munson.” He tugs at the sleeve of Eddie’s leather. “This thing can’t be doing much for you when it’s this cold. No matter how cool it makes you look.”

Eddie scoffs, shivering a little less as his face floods with heat. He can smell Steve’s cologne wafting up from his coat and resists the urge to turn and press his face into the fabric to get a better whiff. “Yeah, the jacket has really solidified my reputation as cool, Harrington. Let me tell ya.” He says sarcastically, expecting Steve to laugh with him, to brush off the fact that they both know Eddie is the town pariah.

Instead Steve gets really quiet and shrugs, that little crease forming between his eyebrows. “I mean, you’re way cooler than anyone else in this stupid town.”

Eddie stares at him with wide eyes as Steve stares down at his feet, not meeting his eyes.

January 29th 1987

Things have been happening that Eddie just can’t fully comprehend. Everything is still… the same . He still goes up to Family Video to visit Steve (and Robin). He still hovers around and is his usual flamboyant self. But when he jokingly flirts with Steve, like usual, he’s not met with the usual eye roll and loud sigh, a laugh and easy dismissal. Instead he’s met with a tense silence, and when he finds the courage to turn and look at Steve he’s always, always met with an intense stare, and blazing red cheeks. Sometimes a small smile, and a quick turn away. Sometimes a quippy flirty reply.

Eddie doesn’t want to get his hopes up. He doesn’t want to assume that it means anything. It’s Steve Harrington. Known ladies man of Hawkins. He’s sure it’s just…Steve getting more comfortable with how Eddie is. They’ve been spending a lot more time together. He’s just not as phased as he was in the beginning of Eddie’s annoying tendency to blatantly show his hand.

And Eddie knows he’s okay with the whole gay thing. Buckley is a testament to that.

But that doesn’t mean he’s gay. Or…bi? He could be bi, maybe. That could explain all the many conquered ladies. It could explain the ‘ six nuggets’ conversation Eddie overheard in the RV.

It could explain why Steve Harrington has been flirting back.

Because as reluctant as Eddie is to believe it’s genuine, that it’s not just Steve fucking with him, it has been happening.

Even now, as Eddie leans his hip on the counter, purposefully in the way, Steve presses his hand softly to the small of his back as he slips past him to take up his spot behind the counter. His eyes seem to find him, more and more. Always seem to be burning with some unspoken thing that Eddie refuses to lay claim to. But it’s there.

February 4th 1987

Eddie sits on the couch in Steve's living room, Steve's feet in his lap where he sprawled across him when he sat down, complaining about being on his feet all day at work. Eddie is sitting very still. And he's trying extremely hard to listen to the conversation going on around him. But he can't get his brain to focus on anything other than Steve's feet in his lap. Steve's legs draped over his. Steve shifting slightly and rubbing a little too close to-

"You okay over there, Munson?" Robin's voice pulls him from his mental rambling.

Eddie's eyes snap to her, catching the knowing glimmer in her eyes, the slight smirk on her face. He sends her a glare, silently cursing her for bringing attention to the situation as he feels his face flare in embarrassment.

“I’m fine, Buckley.” he says, still shooting daggers at her as she tries to cover her snicker.

Steve shifts again and suddenly his feet are gone, back on the floor as he gets up saying something about popcorn. Eddie waits until he hears the microwave turn on before turning back to Robin and whispering in a furious, but hushed tone “What the fuck was that, Buckley?”

She waves him off with an annoyed flick of her wrist. “Oh, come on. You two have been dancing around each other for a month. It’s getting boring. I’m just trying to get to the finale.”

Eddie’s mouth hangs wide open. She’s insane. She thinks there’s actually something happening between them? Just because, what? Steve’s comfortable enough to put his feet in Eddie’s lap? He does that to Robin , too. “I don’t know what you’re- Steve isn’t gay , Robs.”

Robin rolls her eyes and sighs. “Maybe not completely. But he’s been looking at you with that same puppy dog look he used on me before he knew I was , so I think I probably have a good idea what it looks like when Steve likes someone. Plus the fact that he very abruptly stopped flirting with every girl that walked into the store around the same time you started showing up there all the time…” She shrugs and leans back more in her chair. “But sure. Nothing’s going on, Munson.”

Eddie just stares at her while his brain melts out of his ears. Because if what she’s saying is true…if even Robin thinks all the flirting and touching and general interest is genuine … if she thinks Steve likes him-

Steve plops back down next to him, feet returning to their spot on Eddie’s lap as he munches on a few pieces of popcorn. “What did I miss?”

February 14th 1987

It’s Valentine's day and for two weeks Eddie has been trying to convince himself that all this with Steve is real. That it’s worth making a move. Because he’s realized that if something is going to happen… if things are going to move forward from this infuriating, confusing, will they won’t they romantic comedy bullshit… it’ll have to be him. Steve won’t risk outing himself like this if he’s not sure Eddie will reciprocate. And since Eddie spent a month treating all this like a joke, not believing he had ever had a real shot with Steve… he’ll have to show him he means it. All of it. Every stupid flirty remark, every long stare, every blush. He meant it all. And if Steve had too, if he had been showing his true feelings this whole time…Eddie has to know.

He climbs in his van, feeling incredibly cheesy with a rose and sappy love song mixtape, and drives to the Harrington residence. On Valentine’s Day. Like doing this on the day of love makes it more of a grand gesture than if he’d done it yesterday, or waited until tomorrow. Stupid.

He tells himself that, over and over until he finds himself in front of Steve’s house, rose in hand, and a very confused looking Steve Harrington staring at him from his door.

“ Munson?”

Eddie freezes in his pacing, both physical and in his brain. The whirling thoughts stop dead as he realizes what an idiot he’s been. Because sure, if this doesn’t go how he wants it’s going to really fucking suck. Bad. HE’s going to be heart broken. Devastated. But even if it doesn’t. Even if Steve really has just been playing along with the jokes and has no interest in Eddie romantically…he’s still Steve. Someone Eddie can trust. Someone he knows won’t be cruel about the let down, won’t look at Eddie any differently than he does now. So even if this all goes to hell…it’s worth a shot.

So, he pushes his feet forward, climbs the steps on the porch, feels his heart hammer in his chest as he lets a wide grin spread across his face as he holds out the rose in offering to a wide-eyed, stunned Steve and asks, “ Steve Harrington , will you be my Valentine?”

Eddie waits, what is probably only a few seconds, but feels like years for Steve’s face to pull into a smile, his eyes lighting up like it’s fucking Christmas morning of some shit. Puppy eyes , Robin had called them. And then he’s being pulled forward by the collar of his jacket, into the Harrington’s fancy foyer. The door shuts behind him and then he’s pressed against it, Steve’s hands on his shoulders as he leans in and -

Their lips meet, hard and desperate as Eddie wraps his arms around Steve, tastes his tongue on his for the first time before Steve is pulling back, too soon. “Took you long enough.”

Eddie rolls his eyes and shoves Steve back a few inches. “ So sorry I didn’t think ‘ The King’ would be interested in the town freak.” He says it jokingly. But Steve just looks at him, very seriously as he leans back in and whispers “Well, believe it, Munson.” before pushing his tongue back into Eddie’s mouth.

Eddie gasps as the thorns on the rose still in his hand cut into his palm where he went to tug roughly on Steve’s shirt, forgetting he was still holding it. Steve jerks back again, realizing it was a pain noise, not pleasure .

Eddie holds his hand in between them, watching the little pricks of blood pool in the lines of his palm. “ Shit. Sorry- uh.”

Steve takes the rose from him and gives the now crumpled flower a sniff before using his other hand to pull Eddie’s in the direction of the kitchen. Steve sets the rose gently on the counter before digging in a cabinet and coming back with a first aid kit. Eddie watches as Steve meticulously cleans the small cuts on his hand, grinning every time Steve glances up at him, a fresh flush of pink on his cheeks.

When he’s finished overly bandaging Eddie’s hand, he digs through another cabinet and comes back with what must be one of his mother’s very expensive vases, fills it with water and places the rose in it and back on the counter.

Eddie tugs at his hair as Steve turns back to him, feeling suddenly self conscious about bringing Steve a flower, about the mixtape burning a hole in his back pocket. His eyes fall to the floor as he starts to ramble. “Sorry- I- uh- know it’s stupid , the flower and the whole Valentine thing and the- I just thought- and it is Valentine’s Day - whatever the fuck that means- and Robin said-” Eddie finally looks up when Steve is back in front of him, arms boxing him in as he leans on the counter. “ Eddie -” He waits until he can tell he has Eddie’s full attention. “ Shut up and kiss me.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice. He leans in, hand coming up to cup Steve’s neck as he presses their lips together, tangling their tongues and drowning in overwhelming relief he feels as all the tension leading up to this finally pops, flowing over them as the hands tug at clothing, and their bodies press tightly together, as Steve’s hand slips lower on Eddie’s back and-

“What is this?” Steve asks, gripping the tape that’s blocking his hand from grabbing Eddie’s ass.

Eddie feels his face go beat red again as he tries - too slowly - to stop Steve from pulling the tape out of his pocket.

Steve stares down at the tape in his hand, ‘ Stevie’s Mix’ scrawled across the top in Eddie’s messy handwriting. He looks up at Eddie, pure wonder plastered on his face. “You made me a mix?”

Eddie drops his head in his hands in embarrassment. “I know . It’s lame.”

Steve tugs Eddie’s hands away from his face, forcing him to look at him. “You’re so sweet, Eds. No one has ever done any of this for me.”

Eds . That’s new. Eddie gazes into Steve’s eyes and sees nothing but adoration and he feels something snap into place. Like the last piece of the puzzle. And he finally accepts it. Steve wants him here. Wants this just as much as Eddie does.

Eddie surges forward, determined to make the most of this, from the very start. To taste and feel as much of Steve as he’s allowed. He pulls Steve back to his mouth before moving to bite and nibble along his jaw and neck. Steve lets out a desperate whimper that sends Eddie directly to his knees with a groan as he reaches out to tug open the belt at Steve’s waist, pops the button on his jeans, and slides the zipper down. He looks up to watch Steve’s mouth fall open with a moan as he reaches his hand in, gripping onto - what just may be his new fucking lifeline - Steve Harrington’s - gorgeously girthy - cock with a long stroke as he pulls it free of it’s confines. “ Fuck, Eddie.” Steve’s voice is breathy, his eyes locked onto Eddie’s hand where his rings press into the hard skin.

Eddie leans forward, pausing with his mouth right in front of the glistening tip, looking up in silent question. Steve nods, letting his hand slip down to Eddie’s cheek, thumb rubbing gently before he lets his hand fall back to his side. Eddie opens his mouth wide, letting his lips slide over his teeth as a barrier as he slides his mouth over Steve, feeling the weight of him on his tongue for the first time. Can’t stop the moan that escapes him as he tastes him, hears Steve’s answering moan around him. He holds himself there, trying to give himself a moment to relax, to let his throat open, before he presses in further. Steve lets out another deep moan as Eddie feels him hit the back of his throat. Feels Steve’s hands sweep his hair away from his face, holding it gently in a clump at the base of his neck. Feels the way those fingers tighten the faster he moves, up and down, the farther he pushes at the bottom, letting himself gag just a little before pulling back up. The way he loves the sting on his scalp as Steve’s grip goes from gentle and caring to tugging and holding. How he goes from standing completely still, letting Eddie move as he likes, to rolling his hips along with his movements, pushing himself in a little more, a little deeper.

Eddie holds onto Steve’s hips tightly, doesn’t pull away even when he feels tears threatening to spill from the corners of his eyes when one push forward causes him to gag significantly. He just holds on and slides Steve along his tongue, trying to ignore the way his jeans are rubbing against him every time he shifts or moves until Steve suddenly pulls back, and tugs Eddie up by his arm, pulling him to his mouth to kiss him deeply despite the fact that Eddie’s chin is covered in spit, spreading along Steve’s as well and he’s sure Steve can taste himself on Eddie’s tongue.

“Let’s go upstairs.” Steve mutters against his mouth as he tugs his jeans back up and leads the way, tugging Eddie along behind him as he tries to catch up with the abrupt shift from having Steve’s dick down his throat to being led to his bedroom. Because fuck. They were still in the fucking kitchen for all of that.

As soon as he crosses over the doorway to his room Steve strips himself bare, tossing his clothes carelessly to the floor and going to lay on the bed. Eddie lets himself take in the view. The confident look in his eye. The moles that trail all along his skin. The bust of hair on his chest. The scars so similar to his own, the thing that bonded them represented so solidly on each of their bodies.

His eyes flash back up to Steve’s before he follows his lead, pulling his shirt over his head, stepping out of his jeans, and hesitating only slightly before letting his boxers follow them to the floor.

He wastes no time standing around, waiting for Steve to realize how different his body is from his own. Less defined by muscle, more lanky and soft. Even more different from the many bodies he’s sure Steve has pressed into this very bed. The same bed he’s climbing into, the same lap he’s straddling now, lowering himself down on until their skin meets, dicks grazing each other as he settles, each of them letting out a soft gasp at the contact.

“ Fuck, Steve.” Eddie can feel his dick leaking, slicking them both as another roll of their hips presses them more firmly together against Steve’s stomach.

Their mouths meet again in a desperate kiss, mouths open, moans melding together as they rut against each other, and just when Eddie thinks he may not be able to stand it anymore, just when he’s about to ask Steve for just a little room to slip his hand around them both and add some much needed pressure -

“ Can I fuck you, Eds?”

Eddie almost loses it right then. Just hearing those words fall out of Steve’s mouth. He’s nodding already. His brain catching up well before his voice.

“Need to hear you say it, baby.” Steve’s voice has dipped low. The sound of it making Eddie whine in a way he’s never heard come out of his mouth before.

“ Yes, please Steve.” He rocks himself in his lap, dragging their cocks together again before Steve stills him, holding him down by his hips.

“If you keep doing that, this will be over before I get to.”

Eddie whines again but keeps still as Steve presses a soft kiss to his lips before rolling him over so his back is pressed to the mattress and Steve is hovering over him. Steve leans down and kisses him again before working his way down Eddie's body, sucking bruises into his neck, teeth grazing his nipple, tongue licking along the edge of a scar. Every new touch sends shivers down Eddie’s spine and soon he’s writhing on the bed, desperate for Steve to do anything to him other than these teasing touches that only have him wanting more. “ Steve, please.”

He feels Steve grin against his inner thigh and pressing a quick kiss there before sitting up to lean over to his nightstand and pull out a bottle of lube and a condom.

Eddie’s mouth goes dry as he realizes what he’s agreed to and he glances down to where Steve’s cock bobs between his legs, heavy and waiting for attention. He hears the cap of the lube pop open, watches as Steve coats his fingers and settles back between his legs, pressing his middle finger to his rim, slowly pushing his way inside, eyes never leaving Eddie’s, blown wide as he watches Eddie tense up and then relax as Steve begins to move, working him open. Feels the burn as he adds another finger, moans toppling over each other as he presses deeper as his fingers curve-

“ OH FUCK!” Eddie rocks his hips, pressing down as much as he can onto Steve’s fingers before reaching down to still his wrist. “ I’m ready. Please just- I’m ready.”

Steve presses another kiss to his thigh before slowly easing his fingers out and getting up on his knees as he rips open the condom and rolls it over his hard length, slathers himself in lube, and hikes one of Eddie’s legs up of his shoulder as he leans in and presses his tip to Eddie, pausing to look down at him, waiting for his okay to continue.

Eddie nods vigorously. “I’m ready, go. ”

Steve pushes forward, slowly. Agonizingly slowly. Eddie can feel himself stretching more and more as he inches his way in. Steve groans loudly as he bottoms out and Eddie sucks in a sharp breath, feeling more full than he ever has, clamping around Steve as he stills and waits for Eddie to adjust.

Sooner than Steve is probably expecting, sooner than he probably should Eddie whimpers “ Move, Steve.”

Steve lets out another moan before pulling slowly back, and then just as slowly pushing forward again. It’s not enough. Not nearly enough. Eddie needs him to move.

He grabs Steve’s chin, forcing him to look him in the eyes. “ Stop holding back, Harrington.”

He watches as a flame is lit behind Steve’s eyes, feels more than hears the rumble that comes from deep in his chest as he pulls his hips back and slams into Eddie, shattering the slow steady pace he had set before.

“ AHH-FUCK-AHH” Eddie is loud. He’s never this loud. But as Steve drives into him, he’s loud. He screams Steve’s name as his nails rake down his back, trying to find purchase, fingers trying to hold on to something, anything as Steve gives him everything he’s got.

Steve shifts Eddie’s leg to the side, giving him a little more room to-

“ FUCK-FUCK-FUCK” Eddie cums hard as Steve’s new angle lets him hit home, sending Eddie hurling over the edge with no warning.

“ Fuck, Eds. Oh god that was-fuck” And then he’s following behind him, Eddie can feel his cock throb in his now overly sensitive ass making him whimper as Steve collapses on top of him, pressing kisses to his chest and neck as they both lay still, trying desperately to catch their breath.

Steve shifts and gently eases himself out before heading to the bathroom. He returns with a glass of water and a washcloth, handing Eddie the water as he wipes the mess off of Eddie’s stomach and chest. He tosses the washcloth on the floor and sets the glass of water on the table before climbing back in next to Eddie and pulling him to lay against his chest.

Eddie lets out a satisfied sigh as Steve’s fingers slip into his long curls.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Eds.”

Eddie grins, still slightly in shock that this half assed plan of him led him here. To Steve’s bed, on Steve’s chest, well and truly fucked out of his mind. He tilts his head to press a kiss there and sighs again. “Happy Valentine’s Day, big boy.”

#steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #lady lostmind

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heartfullofleeches · 1 year ago

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It's been a while since we've had Animal Cafe Darling [Human Darling who cares for hybrid yans and other customers at the cafe they work at] and I think they'd pair great with Rowan/Skunk [Stoner Raccoon Yan]. Rowan sits outside the cafe in their van getting high since the managers have warned them time and time again if they burn another hole in the couch cushions they'll be banned and stumbles into the cafe to be spoiled by their favorite person. They prefer the shitty food at the gas station they work at, but anything tastes good so long as it's darling feeding it to them by hand. Darling puts their hands/mouth on anything and it's coming home with Rowan. Straws, candy wrappers, napkins. Darling's neighbors have been getting pretty suspicious of that weirdo in the hoodie lurking around their trash cans at night.

Has probably tried sneaking Darling edibles while they're on the clock in an attempt to get them out the door when they're so high they can barely function

#Cafe tag #yandere oc #yandere imagines #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere insert #yandere #yandere blurb #yandere hybrid #Rowan my oc

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redamancy-writes · 2 years ago

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The Video Store (The Lost Boys 1987 x GN! Reader)

Word Count- 556 Fandom- The Lost Boys 1987 Pairings- Poly! Lost Boys x GN! Reader Title- The Video Store Warnings: None

“Have a good night!” You waved as the young man out of the store, only to watch as his body language shifted from relaxed and easygoing to rigid and practically trembling in his sneakers.

They were here.

“What’re you doing?” You couldn’t help but call out, a frown on your face as the four sauntered into the video store. The store emptied in seconds, mothers scurrying their children out of the store, practically throwing their tapes back onto the shelves- not even sparing a polite smile your way as they exited.

The boys hadn’t even said anything yet, but their presence alone- bikes parked out front, leather jackets, mischievous grins and playful eyes that just equaled trouble- already scared customers away before they had a chance to speak.

Walking from behind the counter you picked up a few tapes that were dropped on the ground, your frown remaining as you began to rant. “You can’t just do this, guys, you know Max doesn’t want you here and-”

“And what, Dollface?” Paul pouted at you, leaning over the counter as you returned to your post behind it.

“And you scare customers away,” You gave him a pointed look as you pulled the sucker out of Marko’s hand before it fully left the candy bowl.

“Why do you four come by so much anyways, it’s not like you ever rent anything?”

“Oh c’mon, baby, you know what we come here for,” Now it was Paul’s turn to give you a pointed look as he pulled the sucker from your hand, easily removing the wrapper and plopping the blue raspberry lollipop into his mouth.

You couldn’t deny the heat that crawled up the back of your neck as the group hovered around your checkout counter.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” You swallowed, doing your best to fake nonchalance as you glanced past them and out to the boardwalk- checking, searching, verifying? You were alone with them.

“Flustered, baby?” Dwayne murmured, and that’s when you realized how close he was, practically crawling over the left side of the counter, upper body almost fully laying on the countertop.

“I-”

Before you could fully reply, Max’s voice broke the trance you were in.

“And what do you four think you’re doing here? I told you to stay away,” His voice was exasperated but it sounded distant as Dwayne’s lips quirked to reveal a toothy smile.

“One day you’ll understand, one day, Doll,” David spoke, giving you a meaningful look before pressing a kiss to his finger tips, holding them out in your direction before exiting the store, eyes glaring at Max as he passed. “C’mon boys.”

The remaining three seemed hesitant to leave you alone, and at that moment you realized Paul had loosely gripped your hand in his during the encounter.

“See you later, baby,” Dwayne spoke finally after a moment of tension, finally standing upright and beginning to push the remaining two towards the door. His words felt heavier than just an easy goodbye, no no, they were weighted with promises of more and you couldn’t help but grin as your heart fluttered.

“Can’t wait,” You replied, not wanting them to see your flustered state anymore as you turned to check in some videotapes, not seeing the way the group visibly brightened at your response.

Tags: @icefrozendeadlyqueen

#the lost boys 1987 #reader insert #x reader #tlb dwayne #tlb x reader #tlb imagine #the lost boys #slasher imagines #tlb 1987 #slasher x reader #tlb paul #marko tlb #dwayne tlb #tlb david #david tlb #david the lost boys #lost boys #tlb

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aayakashii · 1 year ago

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I wrote this in like 2 hours so I apologize if it's bad but!!! I was struck with inspiration and had to write it + I am a sucker for fics abt dancing because I'm a dancer so ✋️ ANYWAYS

Pairing: Romeo Lucci x MC

Tags: PINING; romeo doesnt accept his feelings; gender neutral MC; the song that is mentioned in this fic is this one

the house never loses

The casino had closed for the night.

Fragments of life were scattered on the floor – pieces of glass, candy wrappers, dirtied pills, crushed beer cans.

Romeo curled his lips in disgust.

Everyone was distasteful. Brute, graceless little things that only served to be his source of income. Couldn't even clean up after themselves, the mindless sheep, blinded by the possibility of being rich quickly.

He wasnt really one to judge, but at least he was smart.

He knew he had to win. He had to be the dealer, the house, no matter the situation. He would never be the customer.

That was how things fall apart.

You lose control, someone else pull the strings of your life and then you trip – and fall. And lose, lose, lose. One bet after the other, golden coins falling through the cracks of the floor underneath you, forever out of reach.

No, he couldn't be anything else besides the dealer, he wouldn't allow otherwise. He had his family as a bitter example of steps he should not follow.

Still, under this position of power, he saw all the grimy beings that walked on this godforsaken place – traitors and hypocrites that tried to hide their greed behind a mask – and he hated them all.

"Dirty pricks that can't even pick up after themselves", he thought, kicking another empty beer can.

He wouldn't clean it, however. Obviously. He had his pawns to do that for him and today, specifically, he had the worthless honor student do that job for him.

He sighed, massaging his forehead to ease the wrinkle between his brows.

"Honor, my ass", he mumbled, remembering how they messed up yet another prototype order earlier that day, which landed them the merciless job of cleaning the casino after it was closed.

Romeo clicked his tongue, remembering the faces of the rest of the staff once they realized they would have a night off at the expense of someone else.

In the end, it was a dog eat dog situation. He wouldn't be surprised if people started sabotaging them just to get more days off. He put this sudden conclusion at the back of his mind, patting himself on the back for being so smart and way ahead of everyone around him. Then, he stepped on a cigarette butt and stained the burgundy carpet with its ashes.

"Where the fuck is that basic bitch?" he groaned, kicking the cigarette butt under one of the poker tables, maneuvering faster between all the stools, readying himself to give them the scolding of a lifetime.

He expects excellency from himself – it's only natural he expects the same from everyone around him, although this habit always seems to leave him disappointed.

Romeo's ears perked up as he stomped his way towards the back of the casino.

It housed the bar area, with a small stage for (now rare) jazz performances – after Sinostra was banned from leaving the campus, it also meant people from outside were also banned from coming in. Believe it or not, there aren't many jazz musicians among university students.

The bar stood behind matte glass doors that kept the sound muffled for those that wanted to drown their sorrows away after losing one too many games.

Romeo made his way to the entrance of the bar, as his ears picked up a few stray music notes coming from the inside of the place. He readied himself to scold whatever student was inside after closing hours – after all, if they wanted to use the space, then they should pay for it. It's only obvious.

He opened the door quietly, in order to catch them by surprise, squinting as he tried to assess who was inside despite the permanent mist of cigarette smoke that hung in the air.

The song came from a phone that stood on the bar counter, the words too jumbled and distorted by the busted speakers, but with a melancholy that touched him still.

He opened his mouth to call out whoever was inside, yet the words stuck on his tongue like cheap candy.

The first thing he saw were the arms.

The arms moved slowly, as if they were swimming in honey. Fingers grasped the thick air that surrounded them and seemed to mold it into a silk veil that surrounded their body.

Then, he saw the legs.

Softly, silently, they carried their body through slow twirls. They lifted one of them up, bare foot en pointe, landing it graciously to once again turn around themselves.

And finally, he saw their face.

Eyes half lidded in pure concentration, they saw nothing but the world they created for themselves as they danced.

The words died inside Romeo's mouth as he saw his worthless honor student dance to the song.

He gulped harshily as he watched them grab their own chest, suffering silently for some estranged lover they were probably seeing in their mind's eye as they danced.

Romeo felt his own heart race, his purple eyes going red and teary as he tried not to blink, so he wouldn't miss any moment. His stomach twisted inside out – or, at least, it was how he felt it – as he wondered if they were thinking of anyone specific while they looked so desperately in love.

His breath hitched at the thought and he discarded it in a pile of things he would rather not think about, on the corners of his mind.

They threw their arms out slowly, as if they wanted to hug the entire world – or fly away from it, only to lose it all while they bring their hands to their face, in theatrical despair.

Romeo wondered how it would feel to be the one in between their arms and loved so desperately, and the thought was too big, to persistent to be put aside.

His hands twitched as he tried to take a step inside and ask who was it that they thought of as they ran their hands on their lips and body, but as he heard the song grow into its highest peak, Romeo instinctively closed the door, before he could see whether or not that secret performance would have a happy ending or a sad one.

He rested his head against the glass, feeling the coolness of it spread on his flushed face.

Romeo put his hand against his heart, feeling the fast beats in contrast with the muffled and slow ending of the song inside, and breathed deeply, realizing he had been holding his breath like a predator does with a prey on the wild.

"Romeo?" their voice sounded shaky and scared, as if they had just been caught committing a crime. As if they were his prey.

Romeo cleared his throat and opened the door once again, this time fierce and quickly.

"Ah, there you are, you BB." they winced as he yelled the insulting abbreviation "I was looking for you. Didn't you see how dirty the casino is? You are supposed to clean everything, not just this place."

Romeo saw as they pursed their lips, looking down, an expression of annoyance and sadness making itself clear on their face.

"I- I know. I was just finishing here." They lied, dejected.

"Well. I expect this place to be spotless by tomorrow. I don't care if you need to spend all night here. Just do your job!"

"Yes, Romeo." they sighed loudly, picking up a broom, and then walked briskly past him, frustratingly avoiding him as much as possible.

Deep inside, however, he knew he couldn't possibly blame them. Not with the venom he spits on their face at every single encounter.

Romeo kept looking inside of the room, staring at the phone they left on the bar counter, consciously refusing to observe them as they walked somewhere else inside the casino.

He refused to look at them as they moved graciously between the tables; refused to think about the faint scent of vanilla mixed with cigarette and sweat on their body; refused to acknowledge his racing heart; and refused to look them in their eyes for too long.

Romeo refused to lose control of his own strings.

After all, he was the dealer, he was the house.

He wasn't supposed to lose.

#tokyo debunker #tokyo debunker x reader #tokyo debunker romeo lucci #romeo lucci #romeo lucci x reader #tokyo debunker x mc #romeo lucci x mc

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milunalupin · 1 year ago

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— mint to be

remus lupin x reader ★ 1k words

The little bell above the door jingled as the last customer left the bookstore. Remus let out a deep sigh as he looked around at all the picking up and re-sorting he had to do. He went to reach for one of the mint candies by the register he offered to customers, but his hand stopped and brows furrowed as he noticed a few of the candies were missing their wrappers. He picked the bare candies out and tossed them in the bin under the counter before grabbing a new one and popping it in his mouth while he went to get the book cart.

Remus had started working at the bookstore just over a year ago, Mr. Brown being the only shopkeeper in Hogsmeade kind enough to offer him a job with a livable wage. He had always been an avid reader and lover of all literature so it was a match made in heaven. The bookstore was in a quieter corner of the Hogsmeade, standing right across from the town's magical creature research center and rescue. Nothing exciting happened on this side of the village, until he met you.

"Have you got any plans tonight, Remus?"

"No, why do you ask, Sir?"

"Saw your little bird working today, assumed you'd see her once you were done closing up."

Remus' sweater suddenly felt a little too warm, his fingers reaching up to pull at the neckline, as Mr. Brown smirked at him from across the shop. "N-no sir, I'm not."

"You should think about doing that instead of ogling at her all day, eh?" the shopkeeper shook his head and tutted quietly to himself, waving goodbye for the night, leaving his embarrassed employee alone in the bookstore.

Remus was never the most talkative person in the first place, but the moment you walked into Brown's Bookshop, he had suddenly forgotten every word he'd ever read. You had introduced yourself as Mr. Scamander's new apprentice, babbling on about your love for magical creatures, to which Remus could only smile and nod as he tried not to fall in love with you right then and there. You left the shop that day with a few books on your favorite beasts and an admirer.

Remus wishes he had met you back at Hogwarts, where he might've been lucky enough to be partnered with you in a class, or perhaps he would've been brave enough to invite you to one of the parties his friends always hosted. Now he just watches you through the shops windows like a fucking creep. It's not like he didn't want to talk to you, but how could he? Remus sighed at took one more glance out the window before leaving the shop himself, locking up and heading home with a heavy heart.

You froze as soon as you walked into work this morning, golden wrappers scattered across the floor, your eyes squinting in suspicion. You picked up the wrappers on your way to the backroom where the new Niffler rescue was, shoving them in the pocket of your cardigan.

"Hey little guy." you coed softly, picking up the small fluffy creature, and bringing him to your face. He squirmed in your hands, reaching for the corner of plastic sticking out of your pocket. "Are all these wrappers your doing?"

In a second the Niffler was out of your hands and scurrying out he door. You grabbed your wand as well as a small cage and dashed out the door, eyes scanning the cobblestone streets. "Oh you're going to be in so much trouble!"

You caught a flash of blue fur and ran ahead, apologizing to the Hogsmeade patrons you bumped into on the way. Hurrying into the shop, you failed to notice which fine establishment the little troublemaker had led you into, only realizing as reached the front desk as saw one surprised Remus Lupin.

"Hello there, can I help you with anything?" Rosy cheeks and warm eyes greeted you, his big sweater and fluffy hair making him look exceptionally huggable.

"Remus, hi! Yes, it seems that.." your eyes trailed down from the face you've been not-so-discreetly staring at every time you go to work to the wooden bowl next to the register. It was filled with gold wrapped mints with a 'Please take one!' post it note stuck to the side. You felt hot with embarrassment, making a mental note to not give the Niffler extra treats today. "That little-"

Squeak!

The two of your turned to see the blue devil standing on the book cart with his paws on the side of his head is surprise. You cast 'Accio' on the mini beast and made sure the cage was locked once he was inside.

"So he was the wrapper thief, huh." Remus chuckled, coming around to your side of the counter and bending down to look at the Niffler behind his tiny bars, sticking a finger through the gate to pet the creature.

"I'm so sorry for any disturbances and inconveniences he's caused, I owe you one, Remus." you sent him a tight lipped smile and turned to head back to work to save you from any further embarrassment.

"Actually, you would do me a huge favor favor by coming with me to the Three Broomsticks tonight." he suggested, stuffing his hands in his trouser pockets.

"Really." a surprised laugh left you, your cheeks warming up as he stepped closer to you. "Well, I suppose I could help you out there."

"After I close up I'll come grab you and we'll have a bite and a round of Butterbeers, does that sound alright with you?" his eyebrows went up in question, a shy smile adorning his flushed face.

You agreed and and basically skipped back to work, missing the way Remus fist pumped the air, taking another candy as his reward for finally asking you out.

The niffler tittered in his cage, with you laughing along with him. As you places him back in his enclosure, you could've sworn to Merlin he winked at you.

#marauders era #marauders x reader #marauders #remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #remus x reader

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phoenixinthefiles · 1 year ago

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Wear My Love

Miles 42 x reader 💜...🖤🔗 (my first Miles 42! fic be gentle) @dolligent

There’s a Laffy Taffy wrapper about two feet ahead of you on the library floor, with sticky bits of the candy still in it. You can’t see the riddle but you can see the hearts scattered on the wrapper and the to-and-from tag on the front.

So many teachers handed out Valentine’s candy bags today, it was really sweet. DIdn’t help out the littering problem that so many students seemed to have.

A sneaker came down on the discarded wrapper, a purple and black sneaker.

Miles stood in front of you with a confused look on his face.

“What are you doin?”

Zoning out so I don’t have to confront the reality of you hating my gift.

Obviously you don’t say that.

“What are you doing standing on a candy wrapper instead of picking it up? That's not very eco-conscious.”

He gives you a flat look and you give him one right back until he smacks his lips and bends down to pick the trash up. He flips the wrapper around and smirks before looking back up at you.

“What kind of tea is hard to swallow?”

“I don’t know, what kind?” You ask with an eye roll.

“Reality.” He huffs a small laugh, because of course he doesn’t know how ironic that joke really is.

“That’s funnier than half the jokes you tell me, maybe you should start eating more Laffy Taffys.”

Like the mature 16-year-old he is, he throws the wrapper at you before sitting down.

You roll your eyes and crumble the paper up and stick it in your pocket. Presumably to throw away later but you would most likely forget.

He keeps shifting in his seat and tapping his fingers on the table as you try to continue reading. You already can barely focus on your book not knowing if he’s seen your gift or not, now he’s decided to become a drummer.

“Miles please.”

“Yeah? Oh I’m distracting you, my bad.”

“It’s fine I couldn’t focus anyway.” You said as you turned slightly to slip your book back into your backpack.

“Y’know somebody dropped something into my locker?”

Your hand froze on your zipper, when you twisted to face him again Miles was watching you with his eyebrows raised.

“Really, what was it?”

He gave you a deadpan look and you sighed.

Your eyes widened when He started fiddling with the collar of his shirt before pulling out a silver chain.

You immediately started trying to get a read on him; eyes darting from the necklace to his eyes and back. Surely he likes it if he’s wearing it?

Right?

He doesn’t say anything though and you clear your throat.

“Do you like it? You can be honest, it won't hurt feelings, I just want to know.”

It absolutely would hurt your feelings. More so from the thought that you had overstepped not that he didn’t like it.

Miles reached back and unclasped the dog tags from around his neck. He didn’t look upset, more like he was trying to figure out how to look.

“I like it, I swear.”

Your breath doesn’t come rushing out of you, but the tightening in your chest loosens and you do take a deep breath.

“I like it a lot. How’d you get all the information?’

“I asked your mom.”

It was surprisingly easy to find someone who makes custom dog tags. The hard part was psyching yourself up to ask Ms. Río about her husband’s birthday. It took you 15 tries in front of your mirror to come up with the least insensitive way to phrase your question.

It paid off though. Miles likes it.

10 months ago you would’ve thought he was completely unemotional about it.But over time you learned to read him a little better.

Right now he was fiddling with the dog tags and twisting his lips around.

He was fighting a smile.

He lost the battle against his facial expression and a smile broke out on his face.

You matched it and let out a nervous laugh when he looked at you again.

He huffed a small laugh and you tried to tame the grin that felt like it would split your face.

“Thank you.”

You nodded a bit too quickly and you ignored the ache in your cheeks from smiling so hard and the warmth you started to feel in your face.

“You’re welcome, I'm just glad you liked it.”

He nodded and a little smirk took shape on his lips.

“Yeah I like it a lot. Just don’t know why somebody I’ve been dating for 10 months would slip a gift in my locker instead of just giving it to me.”

Your eyes widened for a split second before you rolled them in an attempt to brush off your embarrassment.

“I was just adding a layer of mystique.”

“Uh huh, or you was just scared.” He said with a shrug.

You scoffed but he was dead on.

“Me? Scared? You must have me confused with somebody else?”

He rolled his eyes and slipped his hand into his jacket pocket.

You watched him pull out a small box and reach it across the table to you.

He rolled his shoulders back and forth as he watched you pick it up.

Seems like you weren’t the only one scared.

“What is it?”

He deadpanned again, “What’s the point of telling you instead of you just opening it?”

You rolled your eyes and refocused on the gift.

Gasping as you opened the lid, you pulled out the locket necklace sitting inside.

You looked up at Miles and smiled.

“It’s so pretty.”

He smiled hesitantly and cleared his throat.

“Open it,” he rasped.

You did and your smile grew wider. Inside the locket was a sketch of you from the day you and Miles went to the arcade. It was the only one in the city with a full set of games that still worked.

“I haven’t drawn in a while y’know so…” He trailed off and rubbed the back of his neck.

You can count on one hand the amount of times you’ve seen or heard him talk about drawing something. You can also name everything he drew. Being able to add yourself to that list feels…amazing.

Trying to calm yourself down and not embarrass yourself by doing something like leaping across the table to hug Miles, you run your hand along the chain of the necklace.

“I don’t know if I look as good as you drew me.”

When you look back up at him he’s staring at you with an expression that’s much too adoring for you to focus on.

“Nah you look better.”

You immediately looked back down at the necklace in your hands and ignored Miles’ snickering.

As you continued to run your fingers along the chain you noticed something and your lips quirk up.

“Did you make the chain yourself?”

He rolled his shoulders again, “It’s that janky?”

You shook your head and tried to match the way his signature smirk.

“Nah, it’s that good.”

He immediately caught on and let out a small laugh.

“I see what you tryna do, but you just not as smooth as me.”

Your eyes roll again but you laugh a little too, “Whatever Miles.”

You stood up and took the few steps to his side of the table and turned your back towards him. He took the que and stood behind you, taking the clasp and leftover chain and securing it.

When he finished, you turned to him smiling.

He smiled back at you and straightened his necklace around his own neck.

Before you could second guess yourself you took a step closer and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Happy Valentine's Day Miles.”

His arms came up around you and you could feel his chest heave.

“Happy Valentine's Day, mami.”

#miles 42 x reader #prowler miles x reader #miles 42 #atsv x reader #atsv fanfiction #atsv #fromphoetou

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