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i do not need to write nurse matt fics i do not need to write nurse matt fics i do not need to write nurse matt fics i do not need to write nurse matt fics i do not need to write nurse matt fics i do not need to write nurse matt fics (i want to write a nurse matt fic)

there is no heartbreak quite like there being not a single fic in existence (and very little content generally) about a character you’ve just discovered and want to consume endless content about

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there is no heartbreak quite like there being not a single fic in existence (and very little content generally) about a character you’ve just discovered and want to consume endless content about

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A GOOD PLACE TO START — STEVE HARRINGTON

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pairing: scoops!steve harrington x bookstore worker!reader

description: you’d not known steve that well in school, but his reputation preceded him. the sight of him in your book store surprises you, but the conversation that follows you surprises you even more.

tags/warnings: angst if you squint, teasy cute flirtiness and then some real talk, tiny bit of hurt steve, mention of nancy, swearing (ofc it’s me), gender not specified, pg because it only goes as far as a cheek kiss for now lol

author’s note: eeeee i love steve harrington wholeheartedly and i can’t wait to make this a series. i hope you enjoy, im a lil rusty because it’s been a while. fluffy domestic (maybe established relationship, maybe initiation of it?) part two & more ideas in the pipeline… PLEASE let me know what you think and what you wanna see <3

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The first time Steve set foot in your store was not of his own volition.

As with most things of late, it seemed, it was in fact at the behest of a very anxious Dustin who wanted a copy of some comic or other that had just been released in limited run and happened to be sold exclusively there.

Your eyes had found Steve Harrington the second he entered the store, and had rolled practically to the back of your head a second later as his found you.

That was something that hadn’t changed since high school.

He’d always been loud, always been confident. Always spoken to people without any real implication that he cared who he was speaking to beyond his core friendship group.

He looked momentarily bewildered and you couldn’t help but chuckle at what a sight to behold he was as he ambled in still wearing his Scoops Ahoy uniform.

The store was relatively small — you could never decide whether to blame the lack of enthusiasm for reading in Hawkins or the one rival book store in town and its very attractive owner — and the dim glow of its orange lighting lit him so well you might briefly be able to not perceive him as the devil incarnate.

Right, he might have been a perpetual pain in your ass in high school, but he’d never not been pretty.

And that was still the case even in his stupid work uniform.

“You’re telling me King Steve can read?”

Your lips curled up in a smirk, your arms folding across your chest as his hand fell to his hip with a shake of his head.

“Wow, Y/N,” his eyes widened in feigned surprise, tongue swiping across his lip for a moment, “That’s no way to treat a paying customer.”

Scoffing, your eyes trailed him as he took a final step and leaned forward onto the front counter, “That’s not a yes. What do you want, Harrington?”

His eyes flitted briefly around the store as if looking for something, “The kids want some lousy comic. S’posed to be out this week.”

You chuckled, choosing to ignore the small spread of warmth in your chest at the reminder of how much he cared for that group of kids.

He slid you a piece of paper containing its title, and for a moment you were relieved by the fact that you did in fact have one copy left and this wouldn’t have to turn into an argument.

“Ah, right,” you nodded, “You can’t look for it yourself on account of you not being able to read?”

“Still as funny as you were in school, huh,” his fake chuckle still lit his face up with a pretty smile and you cursed yourself for thinking so, “I can, in fact read. Tell you what, if you gave me your number I could even prove it.”

You weren’t as surprised by his request as you might have been before starting work in this shop — you’d heard many a whisper of Steve’s incessant flirtation with anyone and anything since he’d joined Scoops Ahoy.

You smirked, shaking your head with a laugh as he watched you carefully for your reaction.

“I think even you could manage reading a phone number,” you watched him huff, “And then what, I gotta listen to you yap on about your romantic exploits or something?”

Okay, maybe that was a little harsh.

“Why, would you get jealous, sweetheart?”

It took absolutely everything in you not to react with a squeal — but you were absolutely sure he’d noticed the prickle of a blush on your cheeks as his smirk only broadened.

You couldn’t believe that Steve Harrington was having this kind of effect on you, and you didn’t like that it was clear that he knew it.

You cleared your throat, hands resting on your hips now as you tried desperately to regain your composure.

“It’s no wonder you’re not having much luck with the ladies if you’re using lines like that, Stevie.”

For a moment you think you might have offended him, but he hides this quickly behind his usual lopsided grin, “No denial. But hey, what makes you think I’m so unsuccessful?”

“Have you forgotten that Robin is, like, one of my best friends?” you reminded him matter-of-factly, “Or was I really that much of a fleeting acquaintance to you in school that you don’t remember?”

He detects genuine insult in your tone, and for a second he almost reaches out to touch you when he knits his brows together and shakes his head, “You weren’t a fleeting acquaintance to me, are you kidding?”

For now, he doesn’t care that Robin is spilling gossip about his pitiful love life — he cares that you think he was totally unaware of you in high school.

Sure, you didn’t hang out. You didn’t talk much… Okay, maybe he got why you thought he was oblivious to your existence. But he wasn’t.

He savoured the brief moments he’d hear your laugh, or work on a project with you. He watched from afar as you spent time with your real friends, seemingly so close but so far away.

Tommy had teased him once or twice about his longing stares, but that had just reminded him that you didn’t deserve to be brought into that group — that you deserved better.

So he’d continued to drink in your laughter from afar. Watched you kiss boys at parties from the other side of the room. Heard boys in the locker room gossip about how perfect you were, how pretty, how soft.

When you didn’t reply for a moment, he shook his head again, “You were unattainable, not invisible.”

At that, you snort.

A loud snort that you would almost be embarrassed by if you weren’t too busy trying to piece together what the hell he meant by that.

“Unattainable? Like King Steve was pining over little old me,” you licked your lips as your laughter continued, the intensity of his gaze not convincing you, “If you’d wanted to even be friends with me, you’d have tried. You always did get what you wanted.”

He doesn’t like that — you can see it in the way his eyes fall to his feet and his hands pull away from the counter.

You’ve hurt him, or brought up memories, or both, and he doesn’t know what to do with them for a brief moment.

“Did I? Look at me,” he swallows thickly as the teasing smile drains from your face, “I thought things were good. Then the one thing—person— I thought I got, I thought I really needed, just upped and left me for someone else and I can’t—I dunno... Just—King Steve got sweet nothing, really.”

Your eyes are sad now, and he can feel the pitying words threatening to spill from your pouty pink lips. He doesn’t want your pity and suddenly he regrets opening his mouth.

You sigh, “I’m sorry for saying that when we didn’t really know each other. Everyone’s got their own shit—I just find it hard to believe you ever noticed me more than you’re obligated to as a classmate, y’know?”

He nods, as if choosing his next words carefully, “I know, but I did. It’s just—I was scared and then Nancy happened and then even after that, things got complicated for me,” he looks like he wants to explain, but a frustrated sigh signals his internal debate has stopped him.

“And then I didn’t want to drag you into things so I just stayed away. And then you started here and I saw and Robin said I should either shit or get off the pot but I didn’t want to be weird,” he’s running hands through his hair as he speaks, frantic, “Man, I don’t know. I’m not King Steve anymore. I don’t know how to do these things with people that matter to me.”

You shrug, confused and overwhelmed and unsure if you really want to hear more of his explanation, “Right. Uh—I’m sorry. I—.”

You were utterly blindsided by the notion that he’d spoken to Robin about you, that he’d maybe kind of sort of had some semblance of an interest in you somewhere along the lines of your acquaintance, and for a second the silence between you is tense.

You stare at each other, mouths agape and expressions barely readable to the other for just a pause.

Then Steve looks defeated again, his eyes narrowed and the frown on his face more than evident.

You regret making any stupid comment about his luck with the ladies or your bitterness towards him in high school and now you too feel small and insecure and pathetic.

“Well, I’ll go and grab you that comic, if you’d like?” you offer, your voice almost a whisper as your softened gaze met his, “We’ve got one copy left that’s in the back. Perfect timing.”

He stuffs his hands in his pockets, taken aback by the swiftness of the return to the original subject and he nods, “Oh, sure. Thanks.”

You’re gone longer than you need to be, and for a beat he thinks you might not be coming back — instead leaving him to fester in his own confession until he’s too overwhelmed to wait any longer.

In truth, you spend five minutes staring blankly at the wall of boxed comics. Your head is a whirlwind and you briefly can’t even remember your name, let alone which issue you’re looking for.

But then you snap back to reality, snag the comic and saunter back to the counter where Steve has now taken off his Scoops hat and laid it on the counter, fiddling incessantly with its details.

“Got it,” you hum, trying your hardest to sweeten the mood and lighten the tension ever so slightly with a beaming smile.

He looks up, a smile finding his face now too, “Amazing, that’ll get Dustin off my ass for at least a week then, thank god.”

You chuckle, and warmth spreads through him again at the sight as he takes the comic from your hand and pulls cash out of his pockets to pay for it.

“I’m glad,” you hum, taking the cash and working with the dodgy old cash register to put it away before pulling a notepad from below the counter and clicking open a pen, “Two seconds.”

He’s got that bewildered expression on his face again as you briefly glance up at him, and your heart swells as he pulls his lip between his teeth.

That one strand of hair has fallen in front of his face again, and now you’re swooning and flustered and you once again can’t believe that you’re feeling this intensely towards Steve Harrington when you’d barely known him in school, barely seen him since, and now— here you were.

“My number,” you tear out the sheet you’ve just written on and slide it towards him, “You know, ‘cause if you’re going to need to come back in here again— for, for Dustin— you might want to practice your reading. My number is a good place to start.”

You’re pretty sure your heart stops at the sizeable grin that overtakes his face at these words, tongue swiping over his lips and his hands snatching the paper up immediately.

“Right, I’ll definitely be back. For Dustin. Makes sense,” you can hear the pride in his voice at the unexpected acquisition of your number. You, of all people, gave him your number(!), “Thanks, Y/N.”

You grin, tiptoeing up to kiss his cheek before your brain has a chance to determine whether this is a good idea.

It’s Steve that blushes crimson now, accidentally leaning in to the brief moment of your lips on his cheek so that you linger momentarily.

You can feel the warmth of the blush that has reached his cheeks, and it takes everything in you not to emit a delighted hum and ask him when you’ll see him next.

You’re already getting in over your head despite this one interaction with him, and you remind yourself you should probably slow down.

He clears his throat, trying to pretend he wasn’t wholly affected by the kiss too, “You give all your customers a kiss on the cheek when they leave?”

You scoff, rolling your eyes at him and nudging his arm.

You debate telling him to fuck off, but figure that the dynamic between you has changed enough and you’ve just given him your number, for god’s sake, so you can flirt a little.

God knows you’ve waited long enough now that you think about it, and apparently so has he.

“Only the pretty ones,” you sing-song, holding eye contact as he gulps and watches you carefully.

“Noted,” he beams, leaning up to tuck a hair behind your ear and kiss your temple.

You chuckle, “And do you always kiss retail workers when you’re leaving their store too, then?”

“Only the pretty ones.”

God, you’re sure your palms are sweating and your knees are weak and your heart will burst out of your chest at any damn second.

How’re you managing to flirt with him so seamlessly now when you feel so crazily overwhelmed by whatever the fuck is going on?

“Noted. I’ll see you soon, yeah?” you offer him a sugary sweet smile as you grab a stack of books to start sorting, “You’re welcome in whenever. Even if it’s, uh, not for Dustin.”

“Good to know I’m welcome in public places after all,” he chuckles, the teasing grin he’d started this encounter with back to its full glory, “But better to know you want me here. Catch you later, Y/N.”

And with that, he’s turned on his heel and leaving the store — leaving your heart racing wildly and your mind wondering desperately when later might be.

His heart is beating rapidly too, the comic between his fingers gripped so tightly his knuckles are turning white.

He takes one last glance back at you and the way his stomach seems to swarm with butterflies at the small wave you send his way, he is certain of one thing.

He’ll be back very soon.

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saw djo twice. rewatched stranger things. now here i am pining over steve again — this is a part one, probably to become an ongoing series ! pt 2 coming soon of domestic fluffiness, maybe a jealous!steve part soon too because y’all know i love writing jealousy fics …

ANYWAY please let me know what you think or request more stranger things fics or let me know what other things you’d like to see from scoops!steve x bookstore!reader <3

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“Writers shouldn’t write for interaction”, “Likes are good enough”, “you should write for yourself not others, engagement shouldn’t be necessary.”

HAVE YOU THOUGHT THAT MAYBE I NEED ENCOURAGEMENT?!?

THAT MAYBE I NEED POSITIVE ENGAGEMENT/FEEDBACK TO STAY MOTIVATED TO STAY ON TOP OF WRITING?! BECAUSE OTHERWISE I CONVINCE MYSELF THAT MY WRITING IS ASS.

Anyways, this is your sign to comment/reblog a fic or blurb of your favourite writers on this app and just show their work a little bit of love.

It goes a longgggg way, I promise <3333

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sooooo i finally did something about it https://www.tumblr.com/iwritefandomimagines/784367222483222528/silver-hair-and-melodrama-spike-btvs

all i can think about rn is the idea of spike and reader in a modern au where you’re playing BG3 and obsessed with astarion and spike is all pissy and jealous watching you fawn over this platinum blonde vampire with an english accent and he’s like “i don’t even know what you see in him…” and you’re just like … babe are u fr?????? while he’s all huffy and pouty and pretending he’s not intently watching you play despite constantly chiming in to whine and criticise astarion !!!!!!!!

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SILVER HAIR AND MELODRAMA — SPIKE (BTVS)

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pairing: spike (btvs) x reader [modern au]

description: spike begins to regret buying the games console currently residing in your room when you develop a slight obsession with baldur’s gate 3 and one character in particular. now, he’s finding himself jealous of a pixelated blonde british vampire.

warnings: this is a bit silly but i couldn’t get the idea out of my head lol, bit of swearing, bg3 spoilers maybe for astarion, suggestive themes at the end, it’s also pretty short n sweet

author’s note: I’M BACK BABY! was plagued with this idea so had to write it. please let me know what you think and if you want more spike fics (or some astarion hehe). not sure how i feel about this bc it’s been unfinished for so long but hopefully you like it!!!

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“Oh bloody hell, again?”

You turned to peer at your boyfriend who had just climbed into your window, watching him lean against the sill with a pout on his face.

You paused briefly to shoot him a smile, before turning back to pause the game and engage in full conversation with him.

“Listen babe, you bought me the Xbox,” you hummed teasingly, “You basically encouraged this. And you got back just in time for the next Astarion romance scene!”

He scoffed, “Oh gee golly, lucky me.”

You laughed, shaking your head with a roll of your eyes, “C’mon sourpuss, come sit down.”

Reluctantly, he made his way over the couch and sat himself down beside you, momentarily softening as you leaned into him before huffing again when you resumed play.

“Can barely remember the time when I used to climb in through your bedroom window and be met with kisses ‘n’ love,” he tutted, “Now I’m competing for your attention with a bloody cluster of pixels on a screen.”

“Hey, no competition,” you shook your head, pressing a kiss to his temple before sticking out your tongue teasingly, “Not much, anyway.”

He scoffed, “What d’you even see in the bloke? He’s all silver hair and melodrama.”

It was your turn to scoff now, looking across at him with eyes that practically screamed ‘are you kidding?’ as he rolled his.

“My hair is blonde,” he folded his arms over with a grunt, “And I am so not melodramatic.”

You reached out to rub his forearm, “And yet here you are in a strop because I fancy a cluster of pixels on a screen.”

In that moment, your screen showed a small exclamation mark atop Astarion’s head at camp.

You giggled as you folded your legs so they were crossed and sat up straight to start the dialogue with your favourite character.

“Bloody shameless,” Spike narrowed his eyes, “Gettin’ all hot for him when I’m right here!”

Nudging him slightly, you let out a small laugh, “I am not getting hot for him! I’m just enjoying my game and happen to have a type.”

“Oi!”

Throughout the game conversation, and the romantic cutscene that followed, Spike spent the whole time continuing to grumble and making fun of things Astarion would say.

“Who’s this evil fella he’s whining about,” he gestured towards the screen after Astarion mentioned his desire to defeat his master Cazador, “and why don’t you fancy him instead if he’s so big and bad?”

“I’m assuming you’re saying that because you still consider yourself a big bad, babe,” you chuckled, “So can I remind you that pre-soul evil you… I was so not interested in.”

He gasped, “Hey! I could still be a big bad if I wanted to. And you so were interested in me. I saw you always giving me googly eyes and all that.”

“Googly eyes?”

“Lookin’ at me all like you wanted to either marry me or rip my clothes off,” he smirked, running his tongue over his teeth, “Not that I’d have minded either way, love.”

You’d paused your game now, eyes fixated on your boyfriend, who was matching your gaze intently.

“Well I’m not blind,” you discarded your controller and crawled into his lap, the game music quietly ongoing in the background as his arms curled around you and he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Well you fancy this silly video game bloke so your taste ain’t all that good, love.”

You peered up at him, “He’s a blonde — fine, silver haired—British vampire, with a satisfying redemption arc, a good heart deep down and a pretty face to top all that off.”

Spike seemed thoughtful for a moment, his eyes narrowed as he pulled you tighter to his chest, “He’s not even a proper vampire!”

“For someone who hates him so much, you’ve paid a lot of attention to his storyline, baby,” you teased.

He grunted, “Gotta size up the competition, duh.”

You giggled as you leaned up to nip at his jawline with soft kisses, showering him with the affection his silly jealousy seemed to have left him craving, “Like I said, he’s not real and not competition.”

Spike hummed in appreciation, hand curling tighter around your waist as he tilted his head down to capture your lips with his.

You matched the feverish passion immediately, hands curling around his neck as you shifted to straddle him now.

He pulled back for just a second, pouring like a petulant child, “See, I’m the one you should be gettin’ all flustered for. It’s only me who gets to actually make you feel like this.”

Your cheeks stained crimson at his words, lashes fluttering up at him as his warm breath fanned over your face and his hands moved down to cup your thighs close to him.

“You are, you idiot,” you whispered, kissing the corner of his lips, “It is.”

“Mhm, you can forget about Asterix or whatever his bloody name is,” the skirt you were wearing was completely ridden up now, his hand underneath it and palming the soft flesh of your thigh, “Wastin’ your time playing that game when you’ve got me here to take care of you.”

You laughed, “Need I remind you that I was playing it ‘cause you weren’t here. And it’s Astarion.”

“Ah so you’re replacing me with the pixel bloke, huh,” the teasing in his tone was still tinged with with a little tint of jealousy, “Go do good for five minutes and you need to get your rocks off watching animated you getting it on with an animated vampire.”

You shook your head, “Stop making this weird you jealous idiot,” another chuckle escaped your parted lips as you leaned over to turn the Xbox off.

“Jealous? Pfft.”

“It’s a game,” you hummed against his jawline, now pressing kisses along it again and down the length of his throat, “But this isn’t.”

Your hands brushed down the expanse of Spike’s back, gripping his t-shirt and removing it in one swift motion as he raised his arms and smirked at you.

Returning his hands to your thighs, it was his turn to laugh, “Oh I know that, sweet thing.”

Your lips met again, eyes fluttering shut as he kissed you like he really did need to show you he was better and more important than the silly crush you had on your favourite character.

He scooped you up, carrying you over to your bed quickly and gently placing you down on the bed beneath him, climbing over you immediately.

Your hands flew up to his bare chest, hooking round his neck to pull him back in for a kiss.

He smirked into the kiss, withdrawing his head for just one second as he began to unbutton your blouse, “That’s my girl.”

You loved how possessive Spike could be. How obsessed he was with showing you how he felt about you and just how much he’d do to make it known you were his.

“I love you, Spike,” you smiled, breathlessly mumbling the words as his hands kept you close to him.

“I love you too, sweetheart,” he replied between kisses, pausing for a moment to shake his head as he remembered the previous conversation that had led you here.

“And I still don’t know what you see in him!”

“Would you just shut up and kiss me?”

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this has been in my drafts unfinished for SOOO long and i’m still not happy with it. but i hope you enjoyed — PLEASE request some more spike fics, i love writing spike so much !!! in the meantime, here is my masterlist <3

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sticker design for pride this year! 💞🏳️‍⚧️

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we need u to write colin fanfics i BEG of you omg, so little of them but i have so much love for him

eeee my thoughts exactly !!! ur wish is my command — i’ve got a couple of ideas floating around already so will get started <3

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brief glimpse of colin ritman in plaything made me expect to come on here to at least a small revival of fics about him but the last was last christmas eve……… maybe my return to writing is on its way

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been awol for soooo long now because i’ve had no motivation to write at all... rewatching outer banks again and suddenly feel reinspired again (rafe cameron i’m looking at you) so i’m very tempted to start writing again……….

anyway hope everyone is well and a big fat happy new year to you all <3

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the writers block is REAL at the moment. sorry i’ve been so quiet, i just despise everything i write at the moment & can’t seem to get anything good down :( hopefully this passes soon!

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can we pls have some more aj/sweetpea🥹

absolutely! had a chaotic week this week but have been slowly ploughing on with some requests/other general aj fics so there’ll be some stuff up in the next few days/week i promise 🫶

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i’ve had part 3 of not my first rodeo in my drafts for soooo long because i always hit a stumbling block writing smut lmao. determined to finally finish it soon though if people still want ghoul coop smut !!!

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DRIVING LESSONS — JESS MARIANO

based on a request

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pairing: jess mariano x reader

description: you should’ve known that asking jess to teach you to drive would be a mistake if you actually wanted to learn to drive.

warnings: swearing. other than that just flirty teasy jess mariano which is my fav thing.

author’s note: thanks for this request eeeek i love it so much im sorry it took so long to get out. i hope you enjoy! it’s pretty short but short n sweet !

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“Y’know, I should be charging you for this.”

You rolled your eyes, hands firmly on the steering wheel as you turned briefly to shoot Jess a stern glare, “We only just got in the car, Mariano.”

“You’re right, I’d charge by the hour. We’ll see how you go,” he teased, before one-by-one explaining the mechanisms of the car that you needed to know to get started, “Think your pretty little brain can remember all that?”

You scoffed, “My pretty little brain can handle it just fine. Might wanna tone down the condescension, big guy.”

“I have been working out, I’m glad you’ve noticed,” he flexed his arms for a moment and licked his lips as you rolled your eyes, “Big, huh?”

With a shake of your head, you pressed your palms against the steering wheel almost exasperatedly, “Your ego is, yeah.”

Jess just smirked, lowering his arms and folding them across his chest.

He looked out at the empty parking lot surrounding you for a moment and then back across at you, “You’re cute when you’re pissed off with me.”

“Are you going to teach me to drive or just flirt with me, Jess?”

He quirked his eyebrow, “Men can multitask too you know? See, while you juggle learning to drive and glancing over to ogle at me, I can teach you to drive and make you blush.”

Before you could stop yourself you glanced up at the rear view mirror, catching sight of the fact that he wasn’t lying — your face was stained a deep crimson.

“Again, surprised you can fit in the car with the size of your ego,” you mumbled, eyes on the parking lot again as you avoided meeting his.

He laughed, “Or my big arms, huh?”

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re the most annoying person on the planet?” you huffed, narrowing your eyes at him as amusement continued to spread across his features.

He contorted his face into an expression of mock horror, “Me? Never! Most intelligent, sure. Most handsome, maybe. Annoying? Doesn’t ring a bell.”

You pulled the handbrake and switched off the engine completely now, hands still gripping the wheel as you shifted your body to look at him fully.

Your expression was challenging him.

You were getting absolutely nowhere, and the flustered feeling flitting through your body at every moment of this conversation wouldn’t help even if he was multitasking.

“Shall we just save the lessons for another day? I’ve had a long day anyway,” you frowned, heaving in a deep sigh as he shook his head dramatically.

His brows had raised to give off the look of an unimpressed school teacher, tutting as he crossed his arms, “Giving up so easily? My, my, Y/N, here I thought you were resilient.”

“I put up with you on a regular basis, Mariano, I’d say I’m pretty fuckin’ resilient alright,” you huffed, growing only more irritated by his ever present smirk, “I’m not driving another inch right now.”

“Suit yourself,” he shrugged, leaning to open the car door and get out, which left you scowling.

You were so flustered you’d entirely forgotten that he’d driven you out to the empty parking lot you were currently sat in, and he was getting out to switch sides with you.

“I know you like me, babe, but I can’t sit on your lap to drive you home,” he teased as he rounded the front of the car, opening your door, “You gettin’ out or do you just wanna waste time so you can stay in my company?”

You scoffed, “Like you’re just going to drop me home. Fifty bucks says you drive us to the diner so you can loiter ‘round me all evening.”

“Fifty bucks, hey?”

“Oh get lost, Mariano.”

It was his turn to scoff now, “Like that’s what you want. You wish I’d loiter around you.”

You stepped out of the car with a shake of your head, your arm brushing against his as you slipped past to walk around to the passengers seat.

You tried to ignore the jolt of electricity in your veins at the contact, but you could tell that he’d noticed your briefly widened eyes.

The smirk on his face only grew.

“Home it is,” Jess feigned a sad sigh, “I’ll go piss Luke off and eat my body weight in fries all alone.”

“Who’s desperate for whose company now, huh?”

Jess shrugged, a teasing tight-lipped smile on his face, “Oh, still you. I’m just saving you from having to get all red faced and stuttery when you beg me to come inside when I drop you home.”

“You wish.”

“No, I know. But like I say, I’m a gentleman.”

You nudged his shoulder. “Oh sure. Such a gentleman you can’t even actually tell me you like me — which you so blatantly do — and choose good old fashioned teasing instead.”

He looked offended for a moment, turning to face you and leaning against the steering wheel with a pout, “Am I that transparent? No shit, Sherlock. It’s called flirting and as we’ve established it’s reciprocated.”

“Well at what point are you going to do something about it?”

Jess tutted, “At what point are you going to do something about it?”

You sat silently for a moment, completely still except for both of your eyes flitting between each other’s eyes and lips.

“Fine, I concede,” Jess raised his hands up in surrender, shaking his head, “But only because I think I might pass out if I don’t kiss you right now.”

You smirked, leaning forward for a moment, “Oh, don’t tempt me to reject you with a promise of temporary peace.”

“You wouldn’t dream of it,” he licked his lips, hand reaching up to curl around your chin, “Not when you feel the exact same, huh?”

You drew in a sharp breath, the touch of his hand pricking goosebumps on your skin.

Obviously he was right, and there was no way you could handle going even another second without kissing him.

You leaned into his touch, lips meeting his with the urgency of all of the pent up passion of just how long you’d been waiting to kiss him.

The console between you was a frustrating obstacle, but one you were both more than happy to deal with in this moment.

A few minutes of frantic kisses and sweet nothings later, you finally pulled back and Jess readied himself to start the car almost immediately, biting his lip to hide the smirk returning.

“No offence, Jess, but I think I should get a real teacher if I actually want to learn to drive,” you bit your lip, watching him laugh.

He shrugged, “No, I get it. Hopefully your next teacher isn’t so ruggedly and distractingly handsome so you can focus.”

“Ruggedly handsome?” you scoffed, “And it’s you who was distracted, sir. What was it you said… you might pass out if you didn’t kiss me?”

He huffed in surrender, “Aren’t you just lucky your dream guy is such a romantic poet?”

“Sure,” you snorted, “A pleasure to be your muse.”

He leaned over to kiss the corner of your lips once more, a small gesture that sent your stomach aflutter with butterflies.

It felt almost reassuring — like he was asserting that this wasn’t just him being a horny teenager wanting to make out with you, but that he had actual feelings.

“Back to your castle, princess?” he joked, immediately wondering whether he was pushing his luck even though he was teasknf, “I’m kidding, I’m kidding. We’ll go to Luke’s.”

You hummed, shaking your head for a moment as he turned to narrow his eyes at you before pulling out of the lot.

“I’m not making out with your uncle watching, you perv,” you rolled your eyes with a small laugh, “Let’s go to my place.”

His grin widened again, his foot on the ignition and his eyes on the road immediately.

“Your wish is my command.”

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pairing: aj (sweetpea) x reader

description: in an attempt to get over your feelings for your best friend aj, you’re out on a date — but when aj calls to say he’s at your door with food, you can’t help but rush straight home to your favourite person.

warnings: bit of swearing but otherwise just fluff and cuteness and awkward confessions, may be a bit ooc as i’m still figuring out how to write aj !!! but hopefully you enjoy

author’s note: the aj fic drought needed resolving so i’m here to help! not well atm so it may not be my best work — i’ll come back and edit when i’m feeling better, just wanted to get this out <3 please please let me know your thoughts & enjoy!

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“Oh just a second, I’d better get this.”

Your date, sat across from you in a bar you’d never normally frequent, looked less than impressed as you lifted your phone from the table and rose to your feet.

He’d seen the contact name before you’d had the chance to pick it up, but that was a conversation for later.

AJ was your best friend — and given that you’d not told him you were on a date, you didn’t want to leave him worrying if you didn’t answer given that you were usually chronically on your phone.

You slipped into the quiet of the ladies bathroom, pressing the answer button with haste.

“Hey AJ, what’s up? Sorry I—,”

“Have you got your headphones in or something?”

Your brows furrowed, “No, I’m—,”

“Well I’ve been ringing the doorbell for like ten minutes and I’m— shit, are you out? Shit, shit, shit, why didn’t I think of that?” you could practically hear him beating himself up for not considering the prospect sooner.

Why did your chest seize up at the idea of telling him you were on a date?

“Sorry,” you bit your lip, “Is everything alright?”

You heard him sigh, “In an apparent effort to win biggest idiot of the year, I’m at your door with an insane amount of Chinese food without having checked if you were even in the house first to eat it with me.”

“In your defense, you’re usually the only reason besides work that I do leave the house.”

That wasn’t a lie.

Since moving here, you’d made little effort to make friends.

You’d met AJ on your very first day in the area and clicked instantly, and now any spare time not reserved for binging shit TV was instead spent with him or, at most, his small circle of friends.

You’d toed the line between friends and something more for a long time, but given his awkward charm and the way women seemed to look at him (however oblivious he remained) — you’d never wanted to risk ruining your friendship by telling him it was something more that you wanted.

You’d settle for friendship, even if it was hard to ignore the butterflies that seemed to multiply in your stomach each time you were with him.

And that was how you’d found yourself on this stupid date, in a stupid skin tight dress and drinking cocktails you’d never touch with a man you could so far hardly even tolerate, let alone fancy.

Your attempt to move on from the schoolgirl crush you had on your best friend was so far proving immensely unsuccessful.

“Where are you, then?” he enquired, and you could tell he felt intrusive asking despite it being a totally valid question, “Since—since like you said, it’s unlike you. Not that you can’t be— I can leave you to it? More food for me.”

You gulped, eyeing the toilet cubicle door and considering how worthwhile this date really was.

“I’m just out for dinner,” you gulped, “But we’ve not ordered yet, I can leave.”

He coughed, “Oh nice, who wi— Oh shit, are you on a date?”

“It’s a waste of time, really. I’d rather be at home with you. In fact I’m craving chow mein, really.”

The embarrassment at your blurted honesty, combined with the guilt at calling your date a waste of time, made you want the earth to swallow you whole.

“You don’t have to say that, Y/N,” the disappointment in his voice was palpable, and you only hoped you weren’t imagining it.

“I’m not just saying it, AJ,” you sighed, “Why do you think I rushed off to answer the phone to you?”

He chuckled, believing you a little more now, “Who knows, maybe you were just worried I’d done something stupid and needed help from my best friend? Sorry, just had a long day at the Gazette and thought I’d burden you with my whining and sweeten the deal with some food.”

You shook your head, “I’ll be ten minutes, alright? Spare key is under the mat if you haven’t got yours — make yourself comfortable and don’t eat all the chow mein before I get there, okay?”

“Promise.”

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Your date, whose name your AJ-hazed brain could barely remember, definitely did not believe your excuses for rushing out for a family emergency.

But you didn’t care — you’d sacrifice any chance of dating someone if it meant you could spend more time with AJ.

“Home, sweet home,” you announced the second you stepped through the door, your nose immediately catching the scent of the food AJ had brought over, “Fuck me, it smells good in here.”

Immediately AJ’s head peered round the door from your kitchen, about to make a jokey quip about how fast you’d arrived but stopping when he took the sight of you in.

The dress clinging to your skin was not like anything you usually wore, and for a moment you worried he was judging you for having gone out to meet a guy in such a low-cut daring outfit.

That fear dissipated, though, when you noticed the crimson blush staining his cheeks and the subtle bite of his lip that he tried to hide as he cleared his throat.

“Hey, you were, uh, quick,” he gulped, stepping out fully now and wiping his palms on his jeans, “Food’s all ready. You look—well, he’s a lucky guy— well, I guess he would’ve been. Or—or, he was for a bit. I’m—,”

You giggled, sauntering over to him and enveloping him in a hug, “It’s fine, AJ, I get your point. And thank you, but I’m going to have to get out of this horrible dress and into something comfy because I plan on eating twice my body weight and I can’t do that if I can barely breathe…”

“That’s cool, yeah sure,” you could see him trying desperately not to admire the way the dress suited your figure so perfectly, “I’ll just look for something to put on TV, yeah?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, before grunting when you realised how hard to reach the zip was. The cocktails you’d consumed so far had definitely gone to your head… Or at least that’s how you’d justify your next words, “Oh, do you mind helping me out with this stupid zip?”

“Oh, uh, sure.”

Trembling fingers reached up with only a moment’s hesitation, the warmth of his hands against your skin making you jolt away from his touch at first.

He was quick as ever with his apologies, but as were you, “Sorry, your hands are just warm.”

In leaning back into his touch, your proximity grew a fraction closer, and you could feel his breath on your neck as he finally made work of your zip — agonisingly slowly.

You knew he was just nervous, but the slow pace with which he unzipped the dress made you involuntarily tip back your head a little, savouring the contact.

“Ah, I can breathe again,” you joked, straightening your neck in hopes he didn’t see your moment of weakness, though your words were only half true as said breath caught in your throat at his hand still lingering at your waist, “All this for a bloke I don’t even fancy.”

He laughed, a small chuckle that fanned warm air over your neck again and pricked goosebumps on your skin.

“What, you practically running home just for chow mein didn’t for a minute suggest that you weren’t into this guy,” AJ joked, and you could hear the smile in his voice.

“I didn’t just run home for chow mein, AJ,” you hummed, spinning around to face him and placing your free hand on his arm to steady yourself as the other held up your dress.

His eyes narrowed as he carefully considered your words, unsure whether he’d correctly read between the lines.

“I wanted to see you, dummy,” you rolled your eyes, melting under the gaze of his soft brown ones, “My favourite person.”

His grin couldn’t possibly have been any wider in that moment, “Your favourite, huh?”

“Oh c’mon AJ, you know you are,” you shook your head, “Annoyingly, actually. Anyway I’ll go and get changed, and then you can watch me eat like a pig and forget I stood here with my dress unzipped boosting your ego, yeah pretty boy?”

“Pretty boy?” he smirked, raising his palms for a moment as you teasingly flipped him off and walked off to get changed, returning moments later in shorts and a tank top.

You both plated up your food in comfortable silence, curling up on the sofa and devouring your food in front of the TV with continued quiet, acutely aware that you were sat even closer than usual and your previous conversation was still lingering in the air.

Placing his empty plate on the coffee table, AJ cleared his throat, “So, uh, what was the problem with this guy then?”

You gulped, “Just wasn’t interested. Not my type? And we went somewhere shit.”

“Right,” he nodded, “Yeah, no, I get it.”

“I meant what I said,” he was so close to you again now, and something about the proximity made you brave again, “I wanted to be with you, that’s the reason I rushed home. I like nights in with you.”

“Well I’m glad you did,” he was staring into your eyes with such intensity you thought you might pass out, “I like nights in with you too.”

“Look, AJ—,”

“Can I say something really stupid?”

You furrowed your brows, “Sounds ominous, but of course. Anything.”

“I really like you,” he said with urgency, “Like, really like you. Like more than friends like you. And I hope this doesn’t mess our friendship up, and I’m sorry if it does, but you came home in such a rush from that date and I was so relieved and I just got a little hopeful because I feel a bit, like, sick at the thought of you going on dates with other people and I liked that you wanted to—to be here with me instead.”

Your heartbeat sped up exponentially, the thrum so loud against your chest you were sure he too could hear it.

“If it’s not obvious, I really like you too,” you leaned in a little closer, your legs touching now, “The idea of you with anyone else makes me feel a bit sick too. Very, actually. I’ve been so worried about ruining things between us but then you were here and then you helped me with my dress and I—,”

“I had to try so hard not to say anything when you—when you leaned back into me. And that dress…”

You blushed pink, a small smile gracing your features, “I was hoping you’d not noticed, especially because I assumed you’d judge me for such an un-me dress that hardly left much to the imagination…”

“Oh it still left plenty to be desired,” he paused, “Oh wow that sounded creepy. It wasn’t supposed to. You looked gorgeous, I mean you always do, but I only didn’t like it for like a fraction of second out of stupid jealousy that you’d dressed up for him, whoever he is.”

You giggled again now, reaching out to interlace your hands as you bit your lip. It was a relief to have your feelings out in the open, even if you weren’t yet sure what this meant for you.

“So where wouldn’t be a shit place for a date?”

You clicked your tongue, feigning deep thought for a moment, “I think the company was more the issue. I’d drink tacky cocktails and eat shitty food if it was with someone I really liked.”

He nodded, his usual tight-lipped shy smile returning for a moment, “Great — I’d really like to take you on a proper date soon.”

“Bold of you to assume I meant you, huh,” you poked out your tongue, watching his eyes flit to your mouth as you did so, “No seriously though, I’d love that.”

Comfortable silence resumed for a moment, until his left hand reached up to pull you into his lap and his right one rested on your jaw, his lips capturing yours in a kiss.

You settled in his lap immediately, arms circling his neck as you reciprocated the kiss enthusiastically, heart hammering against your chest.

You weren’t sure quite how long you stayed like this, pulling back only to gaze at each other for a moment and catch your breath every once in a while.

“Mm,” AJ’s hands both held your face now, the pad of his thumbs soothingly rubbing over your cheekbones, “We should probably put a movie on, as much as I could stay like this forever.”

You bit your lip, “It’s been a long day, I’m actually a little tired.”

For a moment AJ looked confused, and then disappointed, and it took a lot for you not to giggle at his clear misinterpretation.

“Oh, yeah, sure, I can go,” AJ fumbled, dropping his hands to his side, “Sorry, I didn’t think about the time.”

You shook your head, “Babe, I wasn’t trying to get rid of you. I was going to ask if you’d like to stay over.”

His eyes lit up again, a smile returning to his kiss-smothered lips, “Oh— yeah, yeah, I’d love that.”

He was almost smirking now, scooping you up in his arms and quickly clicking off the television as he turned towards your staircase.

You leaned into him further, pressing a small kiss to his neck, “I could get used to this.”

“Believe me, so could I.”

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ok once again i lost my way half way through and this was a slog to finish because i haven’t figured out how best i can write AJ yet … but it’s my longest fic in a while & i hope you enjoyed!!! please let me me know what you think and feel free to request more aj imagines, and if you’d like to read more of my works, here is my masterlist <3