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Indeed, The Diamond of the Season - Part One

anthony bridgerton x fem!oc character - 18+, smut eventually, fluff, angst, anthony being anthony, idkk.

a/n: i'm back...kinda. i started writing this and thought why not post it. this is part one and it sort of has chapters? it's not accurate or proofread, sorry. I know Anthony is a viscount but in my story i have everyone call him lord. don't come for me.

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The Diamond of the Season

The ballroom was filled with elegantly dressed people dancing and gossiping with one another. Anthony Bridgerton stood in the corner of the ballroom scanning it with a glint of ambition in soft brown eyes. He was a dashing gentleman who planned on marrying this season with the glee of his mother. However, he did not plan on marrying just any woman. He was going to marry the diamond of the season, that would be his bride.

“Ladies and gentlemen!” Queen Charlotte announced as she sat on her throne capturing the attention of the crowd. “May I present to you the diamond of the season, Miss Eleanor Fairfield.”

The crowd gasped as the stunning Miss Fairfield descended the grand staircase. She was poised, confident, and captivating. Exactly everything Anthony wanted in his future bride. He found himself enamored with her beauty.

“You can close your mouth, brother,” Benedict said as Anthony continued to glance at Miss Fairfield as she made her way toward Queen Charlotte.

“I didn’t think it possible for Anthony to fall in love so quickly.” Colin chuckled as Anthony shoved both of them.

Was it love? Maybe? He wasn’t sure but Miss Fairfield had captured his attention that was for sure.

The ball resumed again as Anthony watched what felt like hundreds of men flock to Miss Fairfield. He needed to introduce himself, quickly. He moved towards her intending to introduce himself but once he stood in front of her, he froze.

She glared at him, “The diamond of the season, indeed.” He managed to watch her face fall into a frown. “Miss Fairfield, I am-” He started reaching out his hand but she scoffed.

“Lord Bridgerton, I am aware of who you are.”

Her voice was velvety and angelic to Anthony’s ears. “Might I have the pleasure of a dance then?” He asked with a smile.

Miss Fairfield smirked, “My dance card is full, I’m afraid but thank you for the offer, Lord Bridgerton.” She bowed turning to walk away as Anthony stepped in front of her.

“Perhaps a dance at the next ball then?”

“Lord Bridgerton to be frank, I am aware of your reputation and I have no interest in becoming another conquest.”

Anthony was taken aback as Miss Fairfield smirked at him before walking off. He was determined not to let his past set him back on marrying Miss Fairfield. He knew she was the perfect match for him.

Throughout the night, Anthony tried multiple times to speak or dance with Miss Fairfield but she was always engaged with other suitors. It filled him with jealousy to see her laugh with Mr. Wallington or how she briefly touched the arm of Lord Harrington.

By the end of the night, Anthony finally saw across the ballroom alone. He approached her with a charming smile. “Miss Fairfield, may I have a moment of your time?”

Miss Fairfield glanced up disinterested, “If you must, Lord Bridgerton.”

“I am genuinely interested in getting to know you, Miss Fairfield.” Anthony began trying to find the words to make her see how much he wanted to know more about her.

She raised an eyebrow, “Your actions suggest otherwise.”

Anthony muted a sigh, “You were busy with other suitors. Allow me the chance to prove you wrong. I may be known for my pursuits but I assure you, Miss Fairfield, my intentions are sincere.”

Miss Fairfield smiled warming Anthony’s heart, “You are a surprising gentleman, my lord, but I am afraid your reputation as a rake precedes you.” Anthony could feel his heart sink, her skeptical eyes made it clear she had heard rumors of him. Yes, he was a rake but he had given that up to find a bride. “Now, if you’ll excuse me. I have suitors who demand my attention.”

Anthony would have given up but he was determined even more than before to prove Miss Fairfield wrong.

Horse Races

The sun was shining bright as a crowd gathered for the horse races. It was one of Anthony’s favorite things to do that didn’t usually require him to be a gentleman. However, this time he had dressed impeccably hoping to see Miss Fairfield in attendance.

His eyes scanned the crowd landing on her in a matter of seconds, her skin glowing. He realized she was accompanied by the dashing Mr. Wallington. They stood in a small crowd gossiping as they waited for the races to begin. Anthony pushed his jealousy down as he made his way over to them.

“Miss Fairfield.” He greeted her with a charming smile, “A wonderful day for a race.”

She gave a polite smile, “Indeed, Lord Bridgerton. Mr. Wallington has been quite the entertaining companion.”

Anthony’s smile faltered slightly, “Ah, yes, Mr. Wallington does have a knack for entertaining. Though I must say, I find his taste in hats rather…unconventional.” Mr. Wallington always wore a hat to hide his balding head. This was not always known among women of the season.

Miss Fairfield apparently knew this as she stifled a laugh catching Anthony off guard. Her laugh made his heart skip. It was nice to see a glimmer of warmth from her since all he had gotten thus far was a stern smile.

“Indeed, Lord Bridgerton.” She finally replied after chuckling to herself. Her gaze softened as she looked up at Anthony with a newfound interest. “You surprise me. I did not think you capable of wit.”

Anthony now smiled, “Ah, there is much more to me than meets the eye. Perhaps given the chance, you may discover it for yourself.”

The conversation was cut short due to the announcer calling for the races to begin. Anthony offered his arm to Miss Fairfield, for a moment she hesitated before accepting it. “Perhaps so.” She replied as they walked towards the viewing stands together.

Anthony’s heart swelled with hope that he may have finally found a way to win over Miss Fairfield.

The races had been a lively event where Anthony and Miss Fairfield bantered back and forth. They shared laughs and smiles enjoying each other’s company amidst the excitement of the races.

Anthony has offered to walk Miss Fairfield to her carriage when they were interrupted. “Ah, Miss Fairfield, there you are! I have been looking all over for you.”

Anthony eyed Mr. Wallington warily forgetting that Miss Fairfield had come to the races with him. “And what might you need, Mr. Wallington?”

Miss Fairfield’s smile faded, “Mr. Wallington, I am deeply sorry. I ran into Lord Bridgerton and-”

“It is perfectly fine. I was hoping to speak with Lord Bridgerton for a moment, my dear.” The dashing older gentleman said gesturing for Anthony to follow him.

“Of course, Mr. Wallington. Please, take your time.” She replied as the two gentlemen walked away. Anthony reluctantly followed him shooting Mr. Wallington a suspicious look. Miss Fairfield watched their conversation turn into a tense exchange.

Her brows furrowed in concern as both men began to grow louder and their conversation turned into an argument. She shook her head before walking off catching the attention of Anthony.

“Do not walk away from me, Bridgerton! We are not done here!” Mr. Wallington yelled as Anthony hurried after Miss Fairfield who had already been engaged in another conversation with another suitor.

“Miss Fairfield, a word please?” He interrupted as she turned to face Anthony. Her expression was unreadable.

“Now is not a good time.” She replied with a sigh.

“Please, just a moment.” Anthony pleaded. She exchanged a weary glance with the gentlemen before reluctantly excusing herself to speak with Anthony.

The two walked a bit out to avoid anyone interrupting them. Anthony felt guilty he had stolen Miss Fairfield away from Mr. Wallington but at the same time, it had gotten her to open up to the idea that he wasn’t a bad guy.

“I must apologize for earlier.” Anthony began, “I should not have allowed myself to be drawn into an argument with Mr. Wallington.”

Miss Fairfield pressed her fingers to her forehead, “It’s not just that, Lord Bridgerton. While I have enjoyed your company. I was supposed to be spending that time with Mr. Wallington. I do not want my reputation ruined by people thinking I am impolite.”

Anthony’s heart sank, “I understand, Miss Fairfield. I am truly sorry.”

She continued, “I cannot ignore the whispers that surround you either. Your reputation as a rake precedes you, and I cannot risk my heart on a husband who will never commit to me.” Her expression was pained yet resolute causing Anthony to realize the weight of her words.

“If that is how you feel then I understand,” Anthony replied feeling the pain in his chest swell. He had promised himself not to love anyone for this exact reason.

“I must bid you farewell.” Miss Fairfield said after a moment, a hint of sadness lingering between them. With that, she turned and left leaving Anthony alone with his heavy heart.

The Ball

The ballroom was aglow with candlelight as guests swirled and twirled across the dance floor. Anthony stood off to the side wearing a somber expression as the festivities unfolded. He had watched as suitor after suitor approached Miss Fairfield causing her to smile or laugh.

Benedict and Colin watched their older brother, concern etched on their faces. Anthony had never seemed so distant before.

“Anthony, are you alright?” Benedict asked patting Anthony on the shoulder.

“I’m fine,” Anthony replied with a huff as Colin followed his brother’s gaze.

“Ah, Miss Fairfield,” Colin said as his eyes landed on the radiant young women surrounded by suitors.

Anthony nodded silently unable to hide the disappointment in his eyes.

“Maybe you should move on, Anthony. There are plenty of other ladies. Let us help you find someone.” Benedict suggested gesturing to the crowd on the dance floor.

Anthony shook his head, “I appreciate your concern but I want to be alone. I cannot simply move on. I need Miss Fairfield, she’s the one, Benedict.”

The two brothers looked at each other, an idea sparking between them. “Well, if that’s the case then we’ll just have to make sure she sees you,” Colin responded with a smirk as Benedict nodded in agreement.

“What ever do you mean?” Anthony asked with concern.

“Let’s show Miss Fairfield what a catch you are,” Benedict replied throwing his arm around Colin as they marched off towards Miss Fairfield. Anthony knew he should be worried but instead, he was filled with a sense of newfound determination.

Anthony watched as his brothers approached Miss Fairfield discreetly praising Anthony. He stayed a distance back hoping to catch her eye but she engaged in conversation not once looking his way. Colin and Benedict eventually came back to Anthony, “Well?” He questioned hoping for a miracle.

“I see why you like her,” Benedict replied with a cheeky smile.

Anthony groaned rolling his eyes, “Did she say anything about me?”

Colin shrugged, “I do not believe so, sorry brother.” He teased as Anthony playfully shoved his brother. He looked over in Miss Fairfield’s direction again to see his sister, Eloise engaged in conversation with her.

“What is Eloise doing?” Anthony questioned looking between his brothers in worry.

“We thought she could help-” Benedict started but Anthony had already started his way across the ballroom. Eloise could not be trusted to paint him in a good light. Whatever Eloise was saying, Miss Fairfield was intently listening to his younger sister.

Anthony nervously approached clearing his throat, “Miss Fairfield, might I have a word?”

Eloise groaned, “Can’t you see us ladies were talking? It is rude to interrupt. brother.”

Miss Fairfield chuckled, “It is fine. I was going to excuse myself. I must dance with Mr. Maxwell or my mother will never let me hear the end of it.”

Anthony shooed Eloise away hoping to gain a second more of Miss Fairfield’s time. “Perhaps you could dance with me?” He asked as her gaze drifted to his.

“I-I promised-”

Anthony reached out his hand, “One dance, that’s all I ask,”

Her eyes widen in surprise. A moment passed between them before she graciously accepted Anthony’s hand. Together, they glide across the dance floor. Anthony takes a deep breath hoping to make a good impression.

“I want you to know that I am truly committed to proving myself to you, Miss Fairfield.” Anthony started earnestly.

Her gaze softens, “I can see that, Lord Bridgerton. I assume that is why your siblings put in a good word for you?”

Anthony nervously looked away, “Perhaps. They want to see me happy.”

“I know you are a good brother and son but I wonder…would you be a good husband?” The weight of her question sends Anthony down a swirl of thoughts. He always hoped he would make a good husband like his father. He had to grow up and become a man after his death not realizing he had also become a father figure to his younger siblings.

“I would do everything in my power to be the husband you deserve.” He replied as Miss Fairfield searched his eyes. Anthony swore he saw a glimmer of hope in her eyes but in a blink, it was gone.

She grew quiet as the dance continued lost in her thoughts. Eventually, she said, “I appreciate that you are honest, Lord Bridgerton.” The dance came to an end as Anthony wished he could spend just a moment more with her. She faintly smiled at him before excusing herself. He watched as she walked away his heart yearning for more.

Home Sweet Home

The past few days had been hell for Anthony. His family, business affairs, and other unimportant matters had distracted him from thinking about Miss Fairfield. He wanted nothing more than to dance with her again. It was the closest they had ever been.

This is why he had decided out of nowhere he was going to the Fairfield house. He needed to see Miss Fairfield at once.

When he arrived though, he was greeted with a line of suitors which led out to the street. Anthony groaned as he made his way inside the elegant home ignoring the suitors vying for Miss Fairfield’s attention.

“This is ridiculous.” He muttered under his breath as he reached the drawing-room door where a servant stood. Before he could speak the servant gave Anthony a dirty look.

“You must wait like every other gentleman.”

Anthony was determined to speak with Miss Fairfield, “Do you know who I am?” He said confidently. When the servant shrugged Anthony rolled his eyes, “I’m Lord Bridgerton. I do not wait in a line to speak with a lady.”

“Get to the back of the line or I’ll kick you out, my lord.” The servant replied with a hint of sarcasm. Anthony sighed turning away an idea came to him.

“Where’s your bathroom?”

Anthony pretended to use the bathroom before sneaking off down the hallway. Thankfully, the drawing room had another entrance. Anthony quietly opened the door sneaking inside hoping to find Miss Fairfield.

Once inside, Anthony hid behind a curtain noticing Miss Fairfield sitting on a couch with her back to him as she conversed with a suitor. Eventually, she gets up to walk the young gentlemen out before heading toward the door that Anthony had come in.

“Sir, what are you doing?” A servant says startling Anthony out of his hiding spot behind the curtain. Before Anthony could respond, Miss Fairfield heard the servant’s scream rushing over to see what was the matter.

“You must leave at once!”

Miss Fairfield is surprised at the sight of Anthony but her eyes soften when Anthony apologizes and explains himself. “It’s alright, Beatrice. Lord Bridgerton can stay. He is a guest in my home.”

The servant reluctantly backed away casting a wary glance at Anthony who put on his best charming smile. “I am sorry, Miss Fairfield. I did not mean to intrude but I wanted to see you.” Anthony began as Miss Fairfield gave him a stern glare.

“How did you get in here? Mother told me there was a line of suitors.”

“Eleanor, where have you gone?” A stern voice calls out suddenly sending a shiver down Anthony’s spine.

Miss Fairfield stiffs, “Coming mother.” She says before turning back to Anthony.“Fine, you can stay. Follow me.” She whispers walking back to the couch where she had sat when Anthony sneaked in.

He slowly takes a seat next to Miss Fairfield observing the older, reserved woman who sits across from them on another couch. She bore a striking resemblance to Miss Fairfield only older with graying hair.

“Forgive me, mother. This is the next suitor, Lord Anthony Bridgerton.” Miss Fairfield announces gesturing to Anthony who offers a polite smile to the older woman. “Lord Bridgerton, this is my mother, Lady Elizabeth Fairfield.”

Lady Fairfield does not offer a smile but a disapproving frown. “Lord Bridgerton.” Her voice is raspy but stern scaring Anthony a bit.

“Lady Fairfield, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance,” Anthony replies giving a deep bow but as the conversation continues, he can’t shake the feeling that Lady Fairfield hates him. He assures she is aware of his reputation but his lordship should outweigh that. He has and will continue to prove to Miss Fairfield that he is more than a rake but a gentleman.

Across the way, stern glares affect Anthony’s thoughts. Lady Fairfield has remained silent as her daughter attempts to keep the conversation going.

“Mother, perhaps you could tell Lord Bridgerton about your recent travels to London?” Miss Fairfield attempts to break the awkwardness but her mother stiffly crosses her arms.

“There is little to tell, my dear. London was…unremarkable.”

Miss Fairfield sighs as Anthony shifts uncomfortably in his seat. It had become clear that Lady Fairfield did not approve of Anthony at all. He searched his mind for something they could talk about, something that could bond the three of them.

Suddenly, he wondered where Miss Fairfield’s father was. Anthony was sure he would fancy him. “Will Lord Fairfield be joining us?” He asked seeing a flicker of sadness cross Miss Fairfield’s face.

“Unfortunately, my father passed away years ago.” She said almost whispered as Anthony’s expression softened with empathy.

“I’m sorry to hear that. I, too, lost my father. It is the most painful thing a person can go through.”

For a moment, Anthony swore he saw Lady Fairfield’s stern facade soften by his words as she quietly said, “Indeed, loss is a difficult burden to bear.”

Anthony exchanged a glance at Miss Fairfield, both surprised by Lady Fairfield’s unexpected response. “Yes, it is. I heard so much about your father. I know he was a good man lost too soon.”

Between the glance and silence, Anthony could see Miss Fairfield’s view of him had changed. He never wanted to be vulnerable but in this moment he didn’t regret it. It had brought him closer to Miss Fairfield who he admired deeply.

“Thank you, Miss Fairfield. If there is anything I can do to help ease your burden, please just ask.”

The atmosphere in the drawing room felt lighter as Anthony stood up from his seat, preparing to take his leave. Miss Fairfield stood to walk him to the door, a warm smile on her lips. It melted Anthony’s heart to see her smiling especially because she was smiling at him.

“Your visit was unexpected but welcomed.” She said taking his arm as they began walking to the door.

“I’m sorry for sneaking in. It was not my intention to cause trouble.”

Miss Fairfield chuckled, “No harm done, Lord Bridgerton. In fact, your determination to make a good impression has been rather…endearing.” She glanced over at Anthony who wore the biggest smile.

“I’m glad to hear that, Miss Fairfield. I hope this means we can spend more time together.”

“I am not sure that is possible since my mother is quite strict in her expectations of who I am to marry.” She replied with a wistful look.

“Well, luckily for you, I happen to be a lord. Perhaps that will sway her opinion.” Anthony teased causing her to laugh, the sound music to his ears.

“I suppose that might help your case.” She teased back as they reached the door. Anthony took her hand, his gaze searching hers for any sign of reciprocation.

“I hope to see you again soon, Eleanor.”

With a sincere smile, Miss Fairfield cups Anthony’s hand, “I hope so too, Anthony.”

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pandapetals · 1 year

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Thank y’all for all the love on this! Send some requests if you have any.

Can you write a Steve Harrington imagine where Steve with a kinda spiderman kiss where the reader is Dustin's older sister and she stands and kisses him from the backseat since Dustin stole the front-seat/ whining about their too much PDA, only to then leave Steve dazed and Dustin screaming?

steve harrington x fem!reader - fluff, cussing, PDA, kissing, flirting, dustin mad af. not proofread.

a/n: thank you so much for the request anon! if anyone else has some requests just shoot me a message.

Steve pulled up outside of your house honking his horn to let you know he was there. You had been waiting by your window for him to show up. You let go of the blinds yelling, “I’m leaving mom!” As you came out of your room seeing your mother in the kitchen preparing dinner.

“I thought you were staying for dinner.” Mrs. Henderson complained looking up at you with a scowl.

“I told you I can’t.” You replied grabbing your purse from the counter. “I’ll be home before curfew so save me some dinner.” You gave your mom a quick kiss and hug before heading out the front door. You noticed Steve was outside his car holding the passenger door open for you with a smile. You smiled back giving a small wave as you tried to find your keys to lock the door.

Before you could close the front door, Dustin came running out of it, his backpack bouncing as he ran to Steve’s car. “Hey!” You yelled slamming the door shut and fumbling with your keys as you locked the door. There was no way Dustin was coming with you.

“A gentlemen as always, Steve,” Dustin said sliding into the front seat as Steve looked at him confused.

“What the hell are you doing, Henderson?” Steve asked one hand on his hip, the other still holding the door.

“I’m getting into the car. Do I have to explain everything to you?”

Steve groaned as you came up, “Dustin get out! You aren’t coming with us.” You argued allowing Dustin to get out of the front seat willingly before you pushed him out.

Dustin smirked, “I’m not getting out. Let me remind you that I was friends with Steve first.” He said taking his backpack off and throwing it on the floorboard. Steve gave an annoyed look at him. “Since you two started sucking faces I barely see Steve.”

You groaned with frustration because Dustin was annoyingly right. You felt bad that Steve and Dustin’s friendship was on the verge of failing because of you but you also wanted to spend time with your boyfriend without your annoying little brother playing the third wheel.

“Dude, I told you we can hang out tomorrow.” Steve reminded Dustin, “Now scram!”

Dustin put his seat belt on crossing his arms, “You said that yesterday and the day before that and the day before that and-”

“Okay, okay. We get it.” You shouted, “Fine you can come with us.”

Steve slammed the passenger door as Dustin grinned at you both. “Someone needs to humble that kid’s ego.” He said as you laughed because Dustin definitely had an ego problem sometimes. Even though he was annoying, he was still your little brother that you loved and cared for.

“I guess I’m stuck in the back seat.” You mumbled as Steve grabbed your hand.

“We’ll still have fun. I promise.” Steve assured you leaning in to kiss your forehead. You smiled wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss.

“Eww!” You heard Dustin scream, “NO PDA!”

You pulled away from Steve to see Dustin sticking his head out of the window fake vomiting. “Do you have to be so dramatic?” Steve asked pulling his keys from the back pocket of his jeans.

Dustin rolled his eyes, “I wouldn’t be if you guys would stop making out in front of me!” He yelled rolling the window up as Steve sighed. You shook your head opening the back car door and sliding inside as Steve got in and started the car. “So what’s the plan? Are we going to the movies or the arcade?” Dustin asked as Steve pulled away from your house.

“We were going to skull rock,” Steve admitted making you blush when he made eye contact with you in the rearview mirror. There was no way you were bringing Dustin to a makeout place.

“What’s that?” Dustin asked flipping the radio on. Steve shoved Dustin’s hand away as his voice blared out of the radio. “This mixtape is for you, babe. I hope you like this first song.” Dustin gasped, “You made a mixtape of love songs for my sister!” He shouted as Steve fumbled to turn the radio off. You sank into the backseat feeling hot with embarrassment. The mixtape was a cute gesture but having Dustin hear it was weird.

“Dude, calm down.” Steve warned, “First of all you shouldn’t be touching stuff that isn’t yours. Second, yes I did. You weren’t supposed to hear the mixtape. I told you I was taking Y/N out but you insisted on coming with us.”

Dustin huffed sinking into the seat, crossing his arms. “I just miss my friend.”

You sat up putting a hand on Dustin’s shoulder trying to comfort him but he shrugged it off. “I’m sorry, Dustin. I didn’t realize I was taking Steve away from you.”

“Well, you are. The guys are busy doing their only stuff so I’m stuck with Steve.”

Steve hit the brake causing all of them to jerk forward. “Hey man! I’m a good friend to you. Don’t act like I’m your backup when you can’t hang out with Mike and them.”

“Dustin, I know you're upset but that was too far.” You said rubbing your head from the whiplash you felt. Dustin sighed apologizing to Steve who also apologized for not being there for Dustin like he use to. Steve was trying his best to juggle work and his social life so if it meant spending less time with kids that was fine by him. Dustin had a special place in his heart though and he felt bad about it.

“So what’s the plan?” You asked moving over to sit in the middle of the backseat hoping Steve didn’t break unexpectedly since you weren’t wearing a seat belt.

“Well since we have a third wheel tagging along, why don’t we ask him what he wants to do,” Steve suggested meeting your eye in the rearview mirror again. You smiled at him coming up with a plan. Maybe if you annoyed Dustin enough, he would want to go home leaving you and Steve alone.

Dustin rolled his eyes, “Steve, I’m right here.” He pointed out, “Why don’t we go to the arcade?” He suggested looking back at you for confirmation.

You shrugged, “I guess.”

Dustin sighed, “Yes or no? The arcade is probably the best thing to do in Hawkins.”

“Okay Henderson, don’t get your panties in a twist. We’ll go to the arcade.” Steve replied taking the cassette out and switching the radio on to prevent any more conversation. You used this to your advantage to annoy Dustin however you could. You hummed loudly leaning near his ear whenever he wasn’t looking or flicking the back of his neck until he screamed for you to stop.

“Cut it out, Jesus H. Christ,” Dustin yelled over the music turning to flip you off.

You ignored him leaning closer to Steve to kiss his cheek. Steve smirked seeing the disgusting face Dustin made. “You guys made me sick.” You laughed as Steve pulled up in front of the arcade. It was busy with kids running in and out of the front door screaming and yelling. This was not the place you wanted to spend your Saturday night.

You needed something to push Dustin over the edge. As Dustin grabbed his backpack, you stood up as much as you could and leaned over the side of the front seat. Steve looked over in surprise, “Hey stranger.” You joked, pressing your lips to his.

Dustin screamed causing Steve to pull away. You turned to see Dustin’s angry face glaring at you. “Sorry, Henderson. I didn’t know she was going to do that.” Steve said sounding a bit breathless. Dustin rolled his eyes opening the car door.

“You guys suck! You can’t stop sucking face for like one minute!” He yelled throwing his backpack over his shoulder.

“Technically, we haven’t sucked face since we got in the car.” You pointed out causing Dustin to slam the door. “I’m right!” You yelled as Dustin stormed off into the arcade. Steve sighed turning to look at you. “What? I was right.”

“You totally are right.” Steve agreed, “But I don’t think we should leave him here alone.”

You nodded, “Yeah, as much as I would love to suck your face. I think we should stay. I’m sure Dustin would appreciate it.”

Steve laughed, “Come here.” He said as you leaned in brushing your nose against his. “We can go inside in a minute.” He whispered as he closed the distance between you, his soft lips gently caressing yours. You smiled against him in agreement.

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