#because she loves tina. that is her best friend. her girlfriend even

[aphrogeneias]

more than seven minutes — one-shot

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: after you spend nearly a week completely avoiding your best friend, he takes matters into his own hands. and if that means locking you into a room with him until he makes you talk, then so be it.

word count: 2.6k

warnings: smut (+18), fluff, friends to lovers, forced proximity, love confessions, mentions of a sex dream, dry humping, oral sex (f receiving), hand job, dirty talk

author's note: another reupload! this is the only steve fic i've ever written, or rather, the only one i started and finished. not sure if i really write steve that well, but i tried <3 this has a part two and will be uploaded soon too.

"Where are you taking me?"

"Don't you trust us?"

From your left, Robin's faux exasperated tone had you throwing her a mean side-eye. Her girlfriend, Vickie, on your right, giggled, "I don't think she does, Rob."

It wasn't that you didn't trust them. On a normal day, you would trust those two with your life, but given the circumstance you recently put yourself into, you couldn't help but be suspicious.

They'd found you hiding — or trying to, at least — at the back porch during another one of Tina's house parties, which were getting more and more boring to you, but you needed an escape, and cheap beer with some questionable company would have to do it. 

You were sitting with another one of your friends when Robin and Vickie, appearing seemingly out of nowhere — confusing you immensely because they'd be two people you wouldn't expect to find at Tina's on a Friday night — took your plastic cup from your hand and pulled you by the arms to follow them.

Dragging you along, each one linked to your arms from both sides, passing in between the crowd of bodies gathered in the living room, occasionally having to push a drunk jock out of the way, and guiding you up the stairs, into the upstairs hallway. They moved fast, the people around you passing by like a sea of blurred faces.

You were thrust forward when you reached one of the doors, and were pushed inside by Robin, who flashed you an apologetic smile, shrugging, "I'm sorry!"

"Robin!" Yelling over the loud music that bled through the walls, you could hear giggling from the outside, as well as the sound of a key being turned in doorknob. Your heart raced as you slowly realized what was happening, "Vickie! What the fuck?"

You knew who was behind you without even having to turn around.

Taking in your surroundings, you could tell it was a guest room, untouched by the madness going on downstairs and in the hallway. Sitting on the neatly made bed, above the soft pastel bedding, Steve Harrington looked like a kicked puppy, brown eyes following your every move from where you stood, still at the bedroom door, unsure of what to do.

He was the first to break the silence, "So… now I have to resort to kidnapping you in order to have a conversation with my best friend?"

Leaning back into the cold wooden surface of the door, you tried to sound as unbothered as possible, knowing very well you were about to crack. "I wouldn't call that much of a kidnapping. Your henchwomen are a little too clumsy for that."

When Steve didn't answer you, merely raising an eyebrow, unamused, you tried again. "So, uh… what is this, exactly? Seven minutes in heaven? You know this isn't seventh grade anymore, right?"

"No, if it was seventh grade you would still be talking to me and not acting all weird for a whole damn week and not telling me why!"

"I'm not acting weird…"

"Bullshit! You are avoiding me like the plague and I need to know why."

You weren't avoiding Steve.

At least, that's what you had told him the first time he confronted you about it, almost a week ago. He had showed up at your house, unannounced as always, with a new film he knew you'd love and a bag of popcorn and candy, walking in as if it was own place — and it was, in a way, more of a home than his own has ever been. You made up an excuse about how you were sick and didn't want to get him sick as well, ushering him out of the house with an apology and the promise of a raincheck on your movie night.

After that, he'd been calling you, asking what was wrong and why were you avoiding him, and you couldn't bring yourself to tell him the truth. You'd told him it was nothing, you were sick that day, then you were busy, and then… you were running out of excuses.

The truth was that you couldn't look your best friend in the eyes anymore.

Sighing, you looked down at your feet, shuffling in place, "It's nothing, Steve. I'm just confused about… something, but I promise it has nothing to do with you. You did nothing wrong, it's just, just a thing that happened." You stuttered.

There was a shift in the air, the tension dropping in the atmosphere as Steve's expression lightened, suddenly focusing entirely on you. He rose from his place on the bed and walked over to you, his body crowding your personal space. 

"Hey…" You felt a hand gently hold your chin, forcing you to look at him, warm brown eyes searching for yours. "I'm not mad at you, okay? I'm just worried. We used to tell each other everything and now you're acting like this and I don't know what to think."

Overwhelmed by Steve's closeness, his smell and the heat of his body invading your senses, and his hand moving to cradle your cheek, distracting you from gathering your thoughts, you close your eyes as you lean into his touch. "If I tell you, do you promise you'll stay not mad at me?"

"I don't think I could ever be mad at you, Y/N."

With a deep breath, you walked away from him. The nearness, the feeling of his hand on your skin brought you vivid memories of the exact reason you were pushing him away.

"Ihadasexdreamaboutyou."

"A what?"

"A sex dream! I had a sex dream about you and I'm embarassed enough as it is, okay? I know it's weird, but we can't really help what we dream of, you know? It's like our brains produce images using the faces of people we know but it doesn't necessarily mean anything…"

"I get it! I get it, you don't need to explain yourself, I promise." Steve interrupts your rambling, you're still avoiding making eye contact with him, but you notice a light shade of pink take over his face. Silence fell over the room, both of you still trying to come to terms with what you'd just confessed.

"What was your dream like?"

He was closer now, you realized. There was something different in his eyes, a look you'd never seen before — far more intense, pupils blown wide. An electric current grows between you, like a live wire, ready to explode. It didn't help you stop thinking about the Steve in your dream, looking up at you with those same eyes, hands hungrily exploring your naked body.

It was all you could think about in the past few days — and then, there he was, warm and real, right in front of you, your Steve.

"Steve…"

"Please? I'm curious. It can't be that bad."

Turning around, you stared at the wall instead of having to look at him, feeling flustered all over. "I don't remember a lot of the details, but, uh… I think we were on my couch and we were… I  was riding you, I think." Letting out a nervous laugh, you gathered the courage to turn again, pretending to not be affected, "Crazy, right?"

"Not that crazy. Coming from you, I was expecting something a little more shocking." 

You laughed earnestly then, feeling some of the tension leave your body. "Yeah. Screw you, Harrington."

Steve started taking a few tentative steps forward, and instinctively, you took some backwards, until your back hit the wall behind you. Leaning in, those same dark, hungry eyes lowered to your lips, and down to your cleavage — you felt vulnerable under his gaze, but not uncomfortable. It felt right, even though it made your skin prickle. "Can I ask you one more question?"

"Yeah." You breathed out.

One of his hands trailed along your waist, keeping you still as the other rested beside your head, on the wall. This was a line you'd definitely never crossed, even with Steve being as affectionate as he was, always keeping at least one hand on you. Not even in the many times you'd shared a bed and woke up tangled in each other. This was different, heavy with anticipation.

"Did you… touch yourself… thinking about this dream of yours?"

It felt like your head was spinning. Despite yourself, you drew in a sharp inhale, "Do you really need to know that?"

"Only if you want to tell me." His voice was gentle, much more restrained than the wild look in his eyes, barely keeping himself together. "But something tells me you do."

Steve wasn't blind to the effect he had on you, especially up close, where he could feel your heavy breathing, watching the way your body responded to his. Throwing every caution you had out of the metaphoric window, you finally looked him in the eyes, bringing him closer, and resting your hands on his broad shoulders.

"What if I told you that I did? What if I told you that I had my fingers inside of me thinking about how good it would feel if I was bouncing on your cock instead? How would it feel to have you run your hands all over me while I do it? Is that what you want to hear?"

Like the cat who got the cream — or the guy who got his best friend to confess how badly she wants to fuck him — he smirked, now holding you with both hands around your waist.

"Any chance you want to make that dream come true, baby?" 

"If King Steve is offering, who am I to refuse?"

"Shut up."

Snaking a hand up your back, raising a chill up your spine, and holding the back of your neck, his mouth descended on yours with a deep kiss. It started clumsy, all teeth and uncoordinated hands, two friends who dared cross a line they'd never return from. Steve took control, then, leading you towards the bed, and laying you on top of it, his hands never leaving your body as he climbed on top of you.

"You should have told me about this earlier. Could've helped you out, you know." He said, in between kisses, descending his mouth to your jaw, and down to your neck, his tongue eliciting tiny gasps from your gaping lips, "You were driving me insane."

His hands travelled under your shirt, after yanking it from under your skirt, finding your covered breasts. Too eager to feel you, he felt you up over your bra, squeezing and caressing his thumb over your nipples. Between Steve's hands and his kisses, you were left breathless under him, seeking whatever release you could get, grinding your hips against his thigh, which was resting between yours. You could feel your cotton panties cling to your wet folds, slick with desire.

"I think you're the one driving me insane here." You whined, biting his lower lip and dragging it just slightly. Steve's eyes darkened above you, and you felt his hands lower, slowly, to the hem of your already bunched up skirt. You watched as he sat up on his knees and removed his polo shirt, revealing his broad chest, and feeling the sudden urge to run your hands over the tuft hair and the smattering of freckles covering it.

"Consider it payback, baby."

They stopped at the waistband of your underwear, and stilled, as he asked, brown eyes as gentle as ever, almost whispering, "This okay?"

"Yeah. Please."

Lowering his head, he left kisses over your thighs as he brought the fabric down your legs and off your body, his hot mouth leaving a trail of small teeth marks and spit that warmed you to your core. There was an underlying devotion in Steve's touch, a reverence he always treated you with — like you were something precious, something worthy of praise. It set you alight under his expert fingers, running over the soft skin of your parted thighs.

Wasting no more time, Steve licked a long stripe over your weeping slit, flattening his tongue. You dropped your head to the pillow beneath you, not being able to stop the moan that rose on your throat. One of your hands reached to grab his hair as he alternated between flicking his tongue over your clit and sucking on it, groaning into your pussy like he was enjoying it just as much as you were. His strong hands grabbed your thighs and pulled you further into him, burying himself into you, his nose touching your clit as he delved his tongue into your hole, fucking you with it.

A litany of moans filled the room, along with the filthy, sloppy sounds of his mouth devouring your pussy. You felt delirious, skin burning and grinding yourself shamelessly into his mouth, meeting his movements. 

"Isn't that better, honey?" He teased, bringing a finger down to your entrance and into you, stroking your walls in a torturingly slow pace, making you pout as you kept moving your hips, "Better than fucking yourself with your tiny, little fingers? You could have had this instead of hiding from me."

Mumbling something incoherent, you could barely keep your thoughts together as you felt him add a second finger into you, pumping them faster this time.

"Louder. Let me hear you."

"So much better. You feel so good, Stevie, so fucking good. Please don't stop."

At that point, you didn't care how whiny you sounded. Steve didn't seem to care either, shifting between your legs to wrap his lips around your clit again, matching his languid thrusts as he curled his fingers inside of you, building up the tension in your core, your pleas of "faster, please!" rising from your lips.

He obliged, looking at you with hooded eyes. You meet his gaze as you cry out, feeling your orgasm hit you like a wave, crashing into you slowly, and then all at once. He keeps his fingers moving as you ride it out, breathing heavily, and running your hand over his messed up hair, much gentler this time.

"C'mere, baby." You called, voice a little weak from exhaustion. Steve leaned over and you met him halfway, supporting your upper body into your elbows, and kissed him. Deep and slow, savoring the taste of his tongue, still stained with your juices, making you dizzy with uncontained lust, and, quite frankly, an overwhelming feeling of possessiveness, as if you had just marked him as yours.

After spending years watching him pine over Nancy Wheeler, and throw himself into date after meaningless date, it felt only fair.

Not you'd ever admit this to him out loud.

Distracting him with your kisses, you manage to take control, flipping him over, and mounting him, straddling his hips. Steve doesn't stop missing you, however, bringing his hands to rest over your hips and guide you to grind your exposed pussy over the tent on his jeans. You could almost feel him pulsing under you, bringing a new jolt of pleasure through your body, making you run your nails over his chest.

Quickly undoing his belt, and his zipper, you bring his pants down, just enough to free him from his boxers, feeling his length warm and heavy in your hand. He pants under you, his eyes rolling back as you tease him with your fingers, lightly, before running your thumb over the delicious vein on the underside of him, all the way to his already weeping head.

Before you could do much else, you heard a hard knock on the door, followed by barely hushed giggles.

"Are you still alive in there? Do we need to call the police?"

"Go away, Buckley! Jesus." 

Steve groaned at Robin's interruption, running his hands over his face, flushed with frustration. You release him from your hold, chuckling a little at his outburst. Leaving a kiss to his nose, driving his attention back to you, you ask "Your house isn't too far from here, right?"

"Yeah. Your point being…"

"I think we should take this party somewhere a little less crowded."

Humming deep inside his chest, Steve leans up, pecking you on the lips, "Now you're speaking my language."

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Against the clock

Tory was getting that telltale itch as she sat in detention watching the clock tick down excruciatingly slow. She hated herself for feeling that way, for having the addiction. But she needed the release. She knew in a way it had ruined her life and was the reason she was in detention in the first place but in other more obvious ways it had made her life so much better. A week ago the idea that a good girl like her would be in here for bullying would have been absurd.

It had all started when she had agreed to tutor Chad. Chad was the school’s quarterback and newly most eligible bachelor since his bitchy girlfriend Veronica had moved away. Tory didn’t for a second have any interest in Chad. He was brash, vain and as big of a bully as Veronica but he was also rich and his money was something too good to pass up.

Her best friend Tina had raised some concerns however. “Isn’t he passing all his classes automatically because they need him on the field? Why would he get a tutor when he doesn’t even take a test?”

Tory had simply shrugged and said, “I don’t know? Maybe now that Veronica is out of his life he wants to better himself? She was always such a bad influence on him. Ever since she’s been gone he’s been a lot more quiet. I don’t think he’s bullied a single person.”

Tina remained unconvinced but Tory had put some of that down to knowing Tina had a crush on Chad. She knew deep down that Tina was jealous of her getting to spend time with Chad.

Arriving at Chad’s lush house, she was greeted warmly by him at the door. “Tory, come on in.” He said as he placed his hand on her lower back and guided her in. Tory strangely felt butterflies as he did.

To her surprise he then led her upstairs to his bedroom. She expected to study in his living room or kitchen but his bedroom would be fine too, even if it did make her butterflies go into overdrive.

“So where would you like to start? I’ve got history and math with me but if there is another subject you’d like…” She started saying before noticing him begin to take out a box labelled ‘Veronica’.

“What? Oh yeah the tutor stuff, yeah yeah we’ll do that in a minute but I wanted to ask if you wanted any of Veronica’s old stuff? I know she was particularly hard on you and thought it was only fair that you take something of hers now that she’s gone. She left it here before she moved.” Chad said. Tory felt a little touched that he would make this gesture even if she could care less about anything Veronica owned.

She didn’t want to seem rude so peered into the box and saw tight dresses, short skirts, assorted jewelry and various makeup all piled on top of each other. Absolutely nothing she saw interested her. However she could tell he wanted her to take something so she took the one thing that did slightly catch her eye, a perfume bottle with the letter ‘V’ emblazoned on it.

“Oh good choice. I always loved that perfume on Veronica.” Chad said with a smile that made Tory’s butterflies work up again. He was kind of charming, she thought to herself as she turned the perfume bottle over in her hands. A cheeky voice in her head was telling her to try some of the perfume on now. He did say he liked the smell, maybe he could like her if she put some on?

Uncapping the bottle she squirted a little on herself that proved to be more than enough as it quickly rushed to her nose, burning her nostrils with its sweet smell. Despite her memory of the smell being tied to her bullying she had to admit in that moment it smelt good on her.

“Ok so which subject do you… oh… ohhhhhh what’s happening?” She said as she suddenly felt a shift in her body start to take place.

As the mist from the perfume bottle engulfed Tory, a surge of energy coursed through her body, setting off a sequence of remarkable changes. Starting from her fingertips, her nails lengthened, gleaming with a lustrous coat of glossy pink, each one tapering into a perfectly sculpted point, exuding an air of elegance and sophistication.

“Ohhhh fuck I love how bitchy these look.” She said with a smirk before catching herself. “No what am I saying? This isn’t right!”

Tory's brown hair shimmered with an otherworldly radiance, transforming into cascading locks of lustrous, golden blonde. Her once shy, reserved demeanor dissolved, replaced by an air of captivating allure and self-assurance. Her soft features took on a sculpted elegance, cheekbones accentuated, and her eyes intensified, twinkling with mischief.

“Ohhhh but if this is wrong then who the fuck wants to be right?! More! I want more!” She moaned in pleasure.

Moving down, her legs experienced a remarkable transformation. They elongated and became more slender, accentuated by a gentle curve that drew attention to their graceful contours. Tory's ass, once modest and unassuming, transformed into a voluptuous, sculpted masterpiece. It gained an irresistible sway, captivating Chad’s attention with each confident step she took. She loved how he looked at her.

“Like what you see baby? Of course you do.” She said with a wink to a transfixed Chad. Her former repulsion to him had quickly grown into lust. She wanted him but she knew she wasn’t ready yet.

Tory's skin took on a flawless, porcelain-like quality, as if kissed by an ethereal glow. The once shy nerd found herself blessed with a radiant complexion, free from imperfections, with a delicate blush highlighting her cheekbones. Her tits, previously modest in size, blossomed into fuller, more pronounced breasts, accentuated by a newfound confidence that accentuated her feminine allure.

As the physical transformation completed, a shift in her personality became apparent. Tory's once kind and compassionate nature was overshadowed by a growing insatiable desire for power and adulation. The perfume's malevolent influence seeped into her soul, igniting a voracious hunger for control. Confidence transformed into arrogance, and shyness morphed into calculated manipulation.

“Oh fuck what a rush! You evil bastard, you knew this would happen didn’t you?” She said with a smirk as she sauntered over to him like a lioness.

“I made Veronica into the cold hearted bitch that she was, before me she was just another loser nobody like you used to be but I must say you look way better than she ever did.” Chad said as he drank in her body.

“Of course I’m better than her! Look at me, I’m perfection. I’m a goddess! Tory is dead, I’m Victoria the mega bitch now. I’m going to enjoy taking over that pathetic school on Monday but for now how about you take that big dick out for me baby so I can seal the deal as your hawt girlfriend.” Victoria said more as a command than a request.

The weekend was a whirlwind for not only Victoria but her family too. Her parents were shocked at her sudden and dramatic transformation but everything that made Tory a shy and unconfident girl was learned from them so Victoria easily had them under her heel. They were powerless to stop her taking their credit card and using it for herself. Her first stop was the mall to get herself new clothes. She was trying on her 7th dress of the day when she suddenly felt her body begin to ripple and change.

Chad hadn’t warned her that she needed to spray herself with the perfume every 24 hours otherwise she’d change back into Tory. Within moments her perfect tan was gone, her bitchy blonde hair darkened and her big boobs deflated. In a panic she reached for her phone and rang Chad who quickly filled her in.

“You didn’t think that was important to tell me?!” She yelled as she emptied her purse in the changing room looking for the bottle. Snatching it up she sprayed herself heavily and felt the mist settle onto her quickly and revert her back to her bitchy self.

“Mmmm much better.” She said with joy as she watched her boobs grow again and her hair shimmer.

“Sorry babe it slipped my mind.” She heard Chad say from her phone. She rolled her eyes and hit ‘end’ on the call. She was furious at him, she would make him spoil her rotten later but for now she had a new wardrobe to prepare for school.

Each outfit she tried on made her feel more confident, more bitchy, more powerful. It helped that as she strolled from store to store she felt the eyes of at least a dozen men on her. She felt intoxicated by their gazes, empowered by their lust. She even let a few of them give her their numbers.

At school on Monday Victoria quickly asserted her dominance over the student body. Within a few hours she had Veronica’s old clique completely loyal to her and following her around showering her with compliments as she picked on and teased everyone and anyone.

No one was spared from her venom but one person in particular had received more than the average, Tory’s friend Tina. Victoria seemed to relish in her bullying of Tina, as if she were attacking any remnant of her time as Tory. She made sure Tina was hounded day and night and found herself even getting wet bullying her former best friend.

“It must drive you mad knowing I fuck your crush nightly. He is even better than you can imagine. I told him about your little obsession with him and he nearly puked.” She said to Tina on Friday at the end of the week of abuse. However this was the last straw for poor Tina who lashed out at Victoria ripping her dress.

“You little maggot! How fucking dare you! Girls, grab her.” She said with a snap of her fingers and her minions quickly accosted Tina and dragged her into a nearby bathroom. Victoria watched in joy as her betas held Tina’s head in the toilet giving the queen herself the privilege of pressing the flush.

“That’s it girls, make sure we get every inch of her head, it’s the only shower she’s had in weeks.” Victoria said with a chortle and her clique laughed in sickening unison. Victoria leaned over to push the flush when suddenly the door opened and the principal stood there in disgust.

As she sat in detention, she didn’t care how it looked on her record. In fact she knew it would be a badge of honour and a warning to anyone who would try and step to her. No she was more worried about getting back to her perfume. She knew the principal would confiscate everything she had on her before dropping her in detention but thankfully she slid her bag to Chad who was nearby.

She hadn’t sprayed herself in the 24 hour window yet and with 20 minutes still left of detention she has completely reverted back to being Tory. She hungered for the perfume and the claw marks on her desk proved it.

Finally the bell rang and she rushed out of the door and straight to where Chad said he was. She could almost smell the perfume as she rounded the corner only to realize it wasn’t her imagination. Standing before her, a vision of pink and blonde was a woman of immense beauty and a cold eyed stare that stopped Tory in her tracks. In the woman’s hand was the perfume bottle. The only thing worse than Tory not having the perfume was her knowing who had it.

“Tina?” Tory said dumbfounded but knowing beyond a doubt the transformed goddess before her was Tina.

“That’s Valentina to you now loser.” Her previous bestie said with venom.

“Chad? What gives? You said I was even better than Veronica! I’m the best girlfriend you’ve ever had!” Tory said slowly losing confidence.

“You WERE the best but I know you’ve been cheating on me, and after everything I gave you. When you said Valentina here was obsessed with me, I knew she was the worthy successor and not you.” Chad said with a smirk.

“When Chad offered to make me into his new wicked girlfriend I couldn’t say yes fast enough. I just needed to separate you from the perfume. Who do you think tipped off the principal.” Valentina said with a cold calculating smile.

“You bitch!” Tory said as she ran at Valentina but was soon met with by a wall of bitchy betas that used to be her clique.

“Right on time girls. Grab the little bitch and finish what she started.” Valentina smirked as her friends roughly grabbed Tory and shoved her into the bathroom. Valentina meanwhile remained in place with Chad.

“Don’t you want to flush her babe?” Chad said to her but she just turned and smiled at him.

“Who the fuck cares about her? There’s only one thing I’m interested in now and it’s between those legs of yours.” She said as she pulled him away towards a nearby closet.

As the two fucked like carnal animals Valentina wondered to herself, what was getting her off more? Chad, or the sounds of wailing and flushing nearby.l?

The End

[lovebillyhargrove]

Part 2 of Billy hates Health

***

"Who THE FUCK put a fucking dildo in my locker ??"

Hargrove's voice is booming in the school hallway. It's between angry and .. what is it, amused ? Why is it fucking amused ?

Billy's turning away from the locker to scan the faces of those who happen to be around. People have heard the question. There are faint gasps and surprised giggles spreading across the hallway. Harrington pretends to be digging in his own locker searching for a book, although he's dying to see Billy's face right now. How pissed is he exactly? Or better yet, how embarrassed ? He can't look now though, not that fast at least, or he'll betray himself right away.

Some guys are gathering around Hargrove to take a look, and Tommy is of course the first one to put his nose inside Billy's locker

He's whistling

"Looks like you got yourself a secret admirer, man."

Carol is snickering and all the guys start laughing and whooping loudly, girls just hiding shocked giggles in their palms.

Steve thinks it's safe to watch the show unfold now. However, he quickly becomes disappointed.

Because that's definitely not the result he wished for.

Hargrove doesn't look embarrassed at all, what the hell. The motherfucker is grinning, like life has just got so much more interesting. He takes out a box with an average-size skin coloured dildo and raises it above his head for everyone to get a better view.

"Oh look, there's a bow wrapped around it!" Carol, Tina, Vicky and other girls are close to being hysterical now

"Didn't know this school had welcome gifts for newcomers. Not bad, Hawkins High, not bad at all."

"Why would anyone .. how would you even use it ..?" Carol's curious, for fuck's sake, Carol is blushing but Hargrove just looks entertained

"You're asking very good questions. Let me just .."

Billy bends and whispers something in Carol's ear while she covers her mouth in utter delight, eyes getting bigger and more illuminated

"Easy, bro!" Tommy is playfully shoving him away

"That's my girlfriend. Hands off." Carol looks intrigued and excited and not like she minds Billy whispering obscenities to her

"Sorry, man. My bad." Hargrove raises his hands in the air as if apologizing. He's still holding the box in one hand and throwing the other one around Tommy's shoulder, talking low so that only he and his significant other can hear him

"Maybe you and Carol can have some fun with that thing? I bet you can't get something like that around Hawkins. Someone must've put real effort into it."

Carol scrunches her nose in eager disgust, and Tommy looks interested but shakes his head, laughing

Billy looks around until his eyes lock with Steve's.

"Yo Harrington! Any idea how it got into my locker, man?"

Steve is shrugging his shoulders, lips curved in a mocking smile

"Nah."

Harrington can see that Billy wants to say some more but restrains himself

"I'll just keep it here in case anyone needs it .. for some fun and games."

There's a teacher turning the corner and walking towards the loud gathering of teens

The crowd disperses, Hargrove bangs his locker closed, people still laughing and joking about the whole thing

Nancy comes back from the bathroom

"What happened here?" She takes Steve by the hand.

"Ugh, nothing. That new guy just wants attention, as always."

"Let's get to class."

"Sure." Steve kisses his girlfriend's cheek.

"You seen it, man? The fucking sex toy??" Tommy is going to talk about it for a week.

Nancy speeds up and Steve has to follow.

Damn it. Fucking damn it! That is not the outcome Steve was hoping to achieve. He wanted to see Hargrove's face turn red, wanted others to make a couple of nasty jokes. It seems he can't really make people dislike Hargrove cause they already love him so much. Even Tommy, his best friend since forever, is not immune to Hargrove's charm. The way Billy was easy about the whole thing, the way he's easy about a lot of things? Breezy and carefree, the way he can laugh anything off, and people will laugh with him. And still there's like an iron wall inside him, that hidden strength, he never caves.

Why is he not ashamed? Why is he not afraid?

What the fuck is his secret? And what the fuck is his problem ??

Steve is not listening to Nancy. He's not listening to the teacher during the class. His mind is busy with more important stuff.

So yeah, it was Harrington. He put a sex toy in Billy's locker. The whole affair needed some preparation, of course. Effort was definitely applied. At the weekend Steve drove to fucking Indianapolis for that. He found a sex shop, put his sunglasses on, got inside, grabbed the first dildo he saw, paid for it in cash and drove back to Hawkins with a wildly beating heart. Then on Monday he stayed late after classes, and picked Hargrove's locker. Looked around inside it. Nothing special, just books. A picture of the ocean waves rolling on the vast sandy beach stuck to the door. Must be California or wherever this asshole is from.

He stuffed the dildo in Hargrove's locker with a bright red bow wrapped around the box. Valentine's Day is too far away. Surprise, bitch, October Valentine's.

No but seriously the motherfucking ass bitch. Why is he so fucking annoying, so annoyingly calm?

So the plan didn't work. Okay. Maybe it was stupid from the beginning. But Steve? Steve would totally be pissed if he found a gift like that. Tommy would launch a whole investigation, sniff out and crucify the joker. All guys would be furious, like .. whatever would they need a dildo for? Is there an implication hidden in there?

But that jackass Hargrove didn't bat an eye. Cool like a cucumber. Yeah it all started with the giant cucumber he had given Harrington during that memorable health class, when Steve felt the underlying agenda, a probable insult like Hargrove was fucking with him.

Hence the dildo. Maybe Billy can stick it up his ass and unwind a bit. Leave Harrington alone.

Shit. It all played out not like Steve wanted it to. A weekend wasted. And he blew off a date with Nancy, for that.

Well, no, wait, wait. Not really. Every failed attempt is an experience, right? Now Steve knows that if he wants to bring that arrogant dick down a notch, no big harm done, he has to strike on a different level. Deeper.

Steve's gonna make him embarrassed. He's gonna make him fucking humble. He might just have come up with another way to do it. Another plan.

He can sense there's something wrong with Hargrove. Something .. something Steve has never come across face to face before, it's in the way he taunts Steve, in the way he looks, no, stares at him. There's a secret, there's a problem, and Steve's gonna take advantage of that.

Why does he want to do it? Steve just hates to be the used to be the most popular guy. Yeah, he's got a girlfriend now, a serious one. Relationship material. Well, maybe too serious, really like .. he likes her, loves her probably, but he's been trying to make her loosen up a bit, you know? Try something different other than sweet and romantic and missionary. Shake her down for some fun. All in vain. Anyways, that's not the point here. So yeah, Steve's in a relationship, and Tommy has told him many times that he's walking a slippery slope of becoming pussy-whipped, but he's still fucking King of Hawkins High and he doesn't want some Californian self-entitled hotshot, the fucking pleb coming to his town and all of a sudden stealing the crown? All girls' eyes are on that ass, drooling to get a ride in the flashy blue car. All guys want to be his best friend. Tommy has been following him around like a bitch on a leash. He's doing good at school, he's superb at basketball.

Stupid fuck.

Harrington is not ready to let go of his title that easily. He still wants to be crowned prom king at the end of school year. He doesn't want to lose to that piece of trash who thinks he's the hottest shit.

Also, you know what, Steve would actually be absolutely fine with this new pain in the ass called Hargrove, if he minded his own business. The thing is, he doesn't. He comes at Steve, he thinks he can take the fucking liberty of making obnoxious remarks, stick his nose into Steve's business, fucking push him around during practice like Harrington's some kind of loser? Hargrove's been doing it since day fucking one, who the hell does he think he is?

Steve's not mean. Well, he's not the meanest, really. He never bites first. The freak Byers? He deserved his camera to be broken. The creep was taking pictures of them, of his girl, in the middle of the night, without them even knowing it. What should Steve have done? Should he have patted him on the shoulder, great photos, man, real artistic shit, wow, do you mind taking a couple while we are actually making love?

Steve only bites when he gets bitten.

There is something else, too.

On top of everything, deep down, he hates the fact that whenever he's lucky enough to have seldom sexy time with Nancy, Hargrove's always somehow at the back of his mind. Fuck knows how and why he got there. But he's there. Every fucking time, and Steve absolutely hates it.

So he sets the new plan in motion.

It's really simple.

Next time they are in the showers, Harrington throws a glance at Billy. Doesn't say anything, throws another one. When Hargrove looks back, Steve averts his eyes. It's a matter of milliseconds.

Next day when they have basketball practice and Hargrove starts his usual dance, Steve pushes him back like he usually does, only gentler. Just a tiny bit, a whiff of less force, but Hargrove notices. It throws him off his game, like an unexpected stumble, and Steve is sensing it, like a hound.

In the showers he looks at him again, a second longer than the previous time.

Confusion is written all over Hargrove's face under his usual asshole expression.

Steve can feel it in his gut that Hargrove, despite being smart, has taken the bait, hook line and sinker.

Maybe, just maybe Steve has an idea what Hargrove's secret is, and he can make it work in his, King Steve's, favour.

Now all he has to do is wait for the right moment, keeping the interest up in the meantime. The moment when Billy slips, gets too greedy, and takes a big bite, Steve will hook him fast and reel him in.

Watch him choke on it.

Not for everyone's amusement, but exclusively for his own.

He will make this asshole humbled.

***

Parts of this and this season 1 Steve vs Billy

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That Don't Impress Me Much - A Brittana Fic

Summary: The blonde dancer totally knew the effect she had on her. It was so easy to rile the dark-haired woman up and as she beckoned her closer with a finger, Santana kept gazing at her lips, making it so obvious what she wanted.

She leaned closer, knowing that Santana would feel her breathing against her neck and as she expected, there was a sharp, aroused intake of breath from the Latina.

She even closed her eyes, puckering her lips as if Brittany was going to kiss her.

As if.

“My name is no. My sign is no. My number is no. You need to let it go.”

Or

Brittany is tired of being taken advantage of by selfish, egotistical jerks, so she makes a plan with her friend Tina that she can make some idiot fall for her and then ditch them after she has had her fun. Her plans backfire when she’s swept off her feet by arrogant yet surprisingly sweet celebrity Santana Lopez.

Rating: M

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***This is a companion piece to my other Brittana AU fic, "My Name Is No (You Need To Let It Go),” which you can find here on tumblr or on AO3

Brittany had just about had enough of fuckboys and fuckgirls. 

There she was, sitting alone in a crummy little diner, all by her lonesome on Saturday night, her date nowhere to be found. Being the only hot, young blonde in fishnets, heels so high she was close to God, and a skirt so short it was probably illegal while surrounded by desperate bikers and hicks who licked their lips as they leered at her should have made her feel like she was walking through the valley of the shadow of death. Or maybe she should have felt the way those fish in her dad’s aquarium felt that time Lord Tubbington took up scuba diving as his new hobby. 

Instead, Brittany was unfazed. As she water-skied down the highway of life, she had seen it all. 

That one old Dolly Parton song her mother and Grandma Rose from St. Olaf used to like so much was playing in the background now. It made her pretty nostalgic for the good old days in the Pierce house. Sometimes Brittany felt this one should have been the soundtrack to her life, if she ever had to choose a replacement for “Candy” by Cameo.

Don't try to cry your way out of this

Don't try to lie or I'll catch you in it

Don't try to make me feel sorry for you

Just because I'm blonde

Don't think I'm dumb

Cause this dumb blonde ain't nobody's fool

When you left you thought I'd sit

An' you thought I'd wait

An' you thought I'd cry

You called me a dumb blonde

Ah, but somehow I lived through it

And you know if there's one thing this blonde has learned

Blondes have more fun

There was nothing Brittany loved more than sex and she knew she was the best. Hoeing was her hobby. If there were competitions for this, she would have won the Olympic Gold medal. In fact, she had won the kissing competition in Lima five years in a row easily, if that meant anything. 

Sure fuckboys and fuckgirls were kinda fun, especially when she got them in bed for the fucking part of things but a girl needed some romance in her life too. 

After the first few times, she was over them. No one could hold her interest and it seemed like she never held theirs. To them, she was always just stupid bimbo slut Brittany. Good for an easy lay but not for a relationship. 

Sure she knew she was hot but Brittany was beginning to wonder why she was never the girl who got flowers or love confessions and marriage proposals made to her. She was never the girl who got her happily ever after.  

All she wanted was a cowboy to ride her off into the sunset. 

“Tina, he just left me,” She sobbed into the phone as she heard Mike muttering something to his girlfriend in the background that vaguely sounded like him asking where Brittany was. “I’m at the Little Alien Inn!”

So now she was crying because she got ditched again. 

“Bad bitches don’t cry.” 

At least, that was what Tina told her when she and Mike stopped by to take her home but Brittany wasn’t so sure she was a bad bitch at that moment. 

Mike and Tina each grabbed one of her arms, all about dragging her out of the diner in her bra and skirt when she had started to take off her clothes and perform a strip show on top of a table as she often did. 

“You must think I’m such a mess.” Brittany sobbed, mascara running down her cheeks. Tina and Mike who were accustomed to picking up Brittany from sleazy bars and motels weren’t particularly surprised by any of this. 

“Oh Britt, it’s not you. It’s that vile idiot. You don’t need any of them! Just be your hot girl self. You’re an independent woman who don’t need no man or woman! Hot girl summer and all that.” 

Brittany wasn’t so sure about that at the moment. She felt like a codependent woman who was very much in need of a man or woman. 

“Maybe Room Temperature Girl Summer?” 

Tina shook her head, a long-suffering expression on her face, snorting out an incredulous, unladylike laugh as she passed another tissue to the blonde. She was so accustomed to Brittany’s oddball personality that she had come to expect comments like that from her. Apparently noticing that her tall, blonde friend was moping the night away on their couch with a pout on her face, she took pity on her. 

“Here’s an idea: make a game out of it. Make some fuckboy go all crazy for you next time and then you ditch them when you’ve had your fun and laugh in their face.” 

“Oh this, I’d pay to see.” Mike chimed in from across the room. 

A mischievous smile tugged at the corners of Brittany’s lips as she thought her friends were making a good point. 

That night, something hardened inside of her and changed for her.

Tina was right, it was time she had some more self-respect and Brittany began to realize how much more she was worth than just a quick lay in the backseat of someone’s car until they moved on to the next girl. 

——

She got her confidence back pretty quickly because if there was one thing about Brittany it was that she didn’t stay depressed for long.  

So the next week she was slinking around The Pussy Cat with feline-like confidence and agility, ignoring the men who gawked at her, hissing and cat-calling as she passed by. She didn’t have a care in the world. 

Who cared about girlfriends and boyfriends? She was just there to have fun with her friends. So that’s what she was going to do. 

She was having such a great time that she really did forget about her troubles.

Then she felt her burning gaze on her from across the room. The stranger in question was a Latina with black hair, equally dark eyes, glowing dark skin, and a very slim but toned build. Her long hair fell in perfectly tousled dark waves. 

She didn’t take her eyes off of Brittany once and had her jaw dropped as she took in the sight of the blonde. The blonde had never seen such a clear demonstration of “undressing someone with your eyes” in action.

Brittany couldn’t deny that the woman had this powerful, commanding aura about her. 

She paid absolutely no mind to it, humming to herself as she twirled around and rolled her body perfectly in time with the beat. Then she sauntered back to her friends, giggling to herself as she thought of something her cat had done the night before. 

Sugar tapped her on the shoulder. 

“Oh Britt, you’ve got another admirer. That one is checking you out so hard. She looks like she’s drooling. I can see her boner from over here… ” 

Brittany’s friends began to snicker obnoxiously. The blonde smirked and shrugged. It was super obvious that the painfully horny brunette was checking her out the entire time, muttering “Humina, humina,” but Brittany wasn’t bothered one way or another.

“Oh, okay. I just want to dance.” 

Tina, Sugar, Marley, and the others were gawking at her. Sugar eventually piped up.  

“Don’t you know who that is?! It’s Santana Lopez.”

“Who?”

“Brittany! How do you not know? She’s a celebrity! She was on Bad Girls Club.”

“Oh.”

“She’s openly lesbian too.”

“No duh. I could tell,” Brittany stated dryly, remembering how that woman had stared at her legs and ass. Come to think of it, Santana was still doing that. Brittany shook her head, rolling her eyes fondly at her friend. Sugar was always trying to matchmake her with someone and that girl knew everything about celebrities. She looked down at her nails, inspecting the pale pink polish on them while she knew Santana was checking her out again. “Uh, whatever. So not interested.” 

She definitely wasn’t looking for anyone that night but if she managed to torment them, then that was a bonus. Men and some women always seemed to assume that if Brittany was dancing, it meant she was looking for a partner. 

“What’s all that noise?” Brittany spoke up, hearing a bit of a commotion. “It’s kind of annoying.” 

It turned out that the woman who had been checking her out was being totally loud and obnoxious now. She laughed really loudly, banging her fist on the table and being a total show-off. She threw back drinks until she was visibly red in the face. Then she started to sing as she got up on the table, drawing a crowd until some short woman with a serious expression pulled her back down before she embarrassed herself. She clearly thought she was so desirable and hot. 

She probably thought that Brittany didn’t notice how she kept sneaking glances in her direction. A sly smirk came to Brittany’s lips. This woman was such a goofy dork and she was extremely obvious. Brittany had never seen someone who tried so, so hard and was so painfully lacking in self-awareness. 

It was almost cute. 

Brittany knew this woman’s type just from looking at her. She was also a little psychic. 

She could tell this stranger was such a stereotypical arrogant womanizer with an ego the size of a small planet and thought of women as nothing more than warm bodies. She was so vain, she probably looked at herself in every reflective surface she passed. She was so selfish and spoiled that she thought the world revolved around her. 

She was totally Brittany’s type. 

She didn’t need her though. She was done with playboys forever. 

At least that’s what she told herself when she followed her friends over to the bar. She taken a few sips from the strawberry daiquiri in her hand when she began to blink in confusion as a margarita was placed in front of her. 

“It’s from that lady over there. She sent this and she asked me to tell you that you’re stunning.” 

“Aw, that’s sweet. Tell her I’m so not interested.” Brittany quipped with a sassy flip of her long wavy hair. 

Brittany glanced over her shoulder to see Santana waving and giving her this smug smile that made these stupid, cute dimples deepen on both of her cheeks.

Tina and her other friends were just watching her with amusement as Brittany continued to ignore Santana. All of her friends clearly found this so hilarious, though they were supporting her in her decision to completely ignore all the perverts and fuckboys who were trying to get her. 

“Wow, Santana’s really going for it. Looks like someone’s dying for your attention.” Mike chuckled. 

“Ugh, here we go. I so don’t care. She’s just horny. Why do they always see a woman sitting alone and assume she wants a companion?” The sass was dripping from Brittany’s voice as she tossed her hair back over her shoulder and curled her lip, ignoring the drink Santana sent her. “Newsflash, no thanks.” 

Santana kept giving her the eye no matter how much Brittany made it clear that she wasn’t going to fall into her arms. Ugh, Brittany rolled her eyes with exasperation and amusement, couldn’t Ms. Egotistical take a hint?

Apparently not. 

“Oh don’t look now, here she comes. She got it bad.” Sugar snorted as everyone began to chuckle at the sight of Santana Lopez swaggering over with her shoulders thrown back.

Brittany had to hand it to her, the woman was the only one who had been brave enough to approach her like this all night. 

Too bad the blonde was so not in the mood. 

Brittany was feeling bitchy. She knew the routine by now. They all wanted to know her name, her number, her sign… Brittany was curious about whatever sleazy pick-up line Ms. Arrogant was going to give her and she didn’t disappoint. 

Santana had this stupid, cute cheesy smirk on her face and her teeth were gleaming white. 

She was so typical Hollywood sleaze.  

“Hi. You’re gorgeous,” Okay, she was starting off being a little charming with that opening line, Brittany had to admit but she just knew the sleaze would be coming next. “Dayum, Girl. Where’d you learn to dance like that? Who you dancing like that for looking all hot like that?”

Not for you, Jerk :) That’s for sure. 

“What I want to know is, what time them legs open?” 

Like I haven’t heard that one a million times before… 

It was so lame. Even though she was in stunned disbelief, Brittany couldn’t help but notice Santana now and she gave it back to her with a sassy comeback of her own. 

“Oh, is that supposed to be a pick up line?” 

Brittany was beginning to wonder if Santana had ever actually flirted with a woman before, far less managed to pick up one. There was a flash of lust in her dark eyes when Brittany said that and she looked as if she was about to combust on the spot. 

“So, you know, I’m on top of things. Would you like to be one of them?”

Brittany could barely hold back her laugh, cupping a hand over her mouth as she rolled her eyes. Santana continued to puff up her chest and peacock around her, as if she expected Brittany to be totally impressed. 

“Ooo, is it hot in here, or is it just you?”

She could not be for real. This was the great, powerful celebrity Santana Lopez her friends were in awe of? She really thought she was charming the dress off of Brittany with those corny lines.

Brittany couldn’t wait to tell Tina about this later. She knew her friend would be laughing about it forever. 

“Ooo, I’m in trouble.”

Santana as always, was unfazed by Brittany’s ice cold, dismissive attitude. The preppy blonde decided to tease her even more, getting close and poking her finger into Santana’s chest confidently. Brittany couldn’t deny that the way Santana’s eyebrows rose and her lips parted as if she was flustered by the blonde invading her personal space amused her to no end. 

“Oh that’s how it is, huh? What’s your name, Pretty Girl?” 

Anytime Brittany was snippy towards her, the woman looked at her with obvious arousal written all over her face. She was pushing back her dark hair, trying so, so hard to look all cool and suave but she had this stupid, goofy look of excitement on her face that made it difficult for Brittany not to start giggling. She had to cover her hand over her mouth as she laughed in her face. 

The more Brittany acted all aloof and mysterious, the more she turned on Ms. Egomaniac. She swore she saw the woman clenching her thighs together when Brittany gave another sassy response to her. 

Brittany had been one of the most popular cheerleaders at school and homecoming queen. She knew how to handle vain, uncouth Santana Lopez types. 

Except she had never met anyone quite as hot as Santana before. 

Now that she was so physically close to Santana, she couldn’t stop herself from checking the girl out, noticing that she was slightly shorter than her with a toned, slim build that the simple black dress she was wearing displayed so well. Brittany couldn’t help but notice the slight muscle tone in her arms and how radiant her brown skin was. 

Santana gave her another smug look, as if she could tell that Brittany liked what she saw. Whatever. If she thought Brittany was just going to give in to her, she had another thing coming. 

If there was one thing Brittany knew, it was flirting. 

She learned it straight from her blonde, buxom mother, the original harlot and heartbreaker of Lima in her day before she had settled down. If she wanted to, she could get this girl into bed, easy as ABC. 

Brittany didn’t even have to try and that’s exactly why she wasn’t gonna let her get what she wanted so easily. 

The blonde dancer totally knew the effect she had on her. It was so easy to rile the dark-haired woman up and as she beckoned her closer with a finger, Santana kept gazing at her lips, making it so obvious what she wanted. 

She leaned closer, knowing that Santana would feel her breathing against her neck and as she expected, there was a sharp, aroused intake of breath from the Latina.

She even closed her eyes, puckering her lips as if Brittany was going to kiss her. 

As if.

“My name is no. My sign is no. My number is no. You need to let it go.”

She couldn’t stop giggling at the sight of Santana frozen in place with her lips sticking out, clearly not expecting this turn of events as Brittany just sang that song to her. 

No kisses for you, Hot Shot, She smiled to herself. 

Talk about embarrassing. How was Ms. Big Shot Movie Star ever gonna recover from that one? 

Brittany was a professional dancer and she could easily outdo everyone in the club but that didn’t seem to stop Santana from trying to keep up with her. She began to dance beside her energetically as Temperature by Sean Paul played. 

“You’re cocky. That’s how you dance?” Brittany was in stunned disbelief yet again, amused by the way Santana was being so ridiculous. She was clearly trying so hard to impress her and it was having the opposite effect. Santana was being such a clown and people around them were starting to give them strange looks. 

“You like that, huh, Babe?” The woman was all up on her, her arm settling around her waist as she husked into her ear. “You want all up on this, don’t you? I’ll make you feel so good, Princess. Trust me. I’ll make you scream my name.” 

Santana’s voice was so hazy and raspy. Brittany felt heat rush to her face, right up her neck to her ears, shocked by what she heard… and kind of intrigued. Santana couldn’t really think Brittany would give in just from that locker room talk. She didn’t want Santana to see how affected she was by her comment but of course, Santana saw everything. 

Apparently the woman noticed the blush on Brittany’s face too and she was amused. 

“Is that so?” She challenged, making sure to flutter her eyelashes.

“You bet. I think we should get to know each other better. Preferably with way less clothes on.”

Was that the best Santana had? 

“Hmm, oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? What else?”

“Roses are red, violets are fine. You be a six and I’ll be a nine.”

Santana might have been the funniest person to ever exist. She couldn’t be for real. 

“Mm hm. Is that all?” 

The celebrity began to tell her all about what she wanted to do with her when she got her in bed, making her appreciation for Brittany’s ass obvious. She wasn’t expecting her to grind up on her like that. The feeling of Santana’s hips moving against hers and her husky voice against her ear made it kind of hard for her to remember that she wasn’t supposed to give in to her.

She was such a horny jerk and Brittany’s jaw dropped in disbelief at how crude she was being as the blush in her cheeks intensified.

Santana was just a little too excited, acting as if she was entitled to getting into Brittany’s pants and that just wouldn’t do. At least not until Brittany was ready for that. If she decided she wanted her. Brittany was gonna have to remind her to back off a little until she wined and dined her enough - if Brittany deigned to allow her to. 

She wagged a finger. 

“Nuh uh. I don’t think so.” 

She needed to extract herself from Santana’s arms. So she raised her knee the way she saw on a TV show about women defending themselves from muggers and got her right up in the area between her legs. 

Not in a fun way either. 

Santana’s eyes went comically wide in stunned disbelief and she took a tumble on her ass. 

“Did I do that? Oops! My Bad!” She giggled with faux-innocence, not meaning a word of it. 

Brittany walked back over to her friends victoriously as they clapped and cheered for her. In fact, almost the entire club had stopped to watch the whole spectacle as Santana struggled to regain her dignity. 

“Brittany, I am so proud of you. You are the ultimate boss, oh my God!” Tina congratulated her then turned back to her phone. “Santana Lopez getting clamslammed and kneed right in the vagina by a mystery woman is already trending on Twitter.” 

“You’re not leaving with her?” Sugar looked shocked when the blonde waltzed over, making her exit. Brittany not going home with someone, especially someone like Santana, was about as rare as a blue moon.  “This never happens. She’s just your type. She’s rich, super famous, good-looking, shallow, dumb…” 

“Not really. She’s gonna have to try harder if she wants all of this.” Brittany flipped her hair over her shoulder with complete confidence and sass, gesturing to the curves of her body. She knew Santana could hear her. Santana blinked at her stupidly a few times, apparently disoriented by her hotness. 

She turned just in time to see Santana limping over to her pathetically. 

Brittany was confused. Why was Santana gazing at her in fascination, as if Brittany was the most gorgeous, entrancing being she had ever encountered even though her groin and ego were in a world of hurt?

“What’s your name?”

Maybe it was because Santana was so cute but Brittany couldn’t help but flirt a little despite herself. Maybe she didn’t want their game to be over just yet. They were both sweaty and flushed, somewhat breathless from all the dancing. 

“You need to let it go,” She teased, watching Santana closely as the woman attempted to regain her composure and act like she was unaffected. “It’s Brittany.” 

____

That would be far from the last she saw of Ms. Can't Take No For An Answer, even if she had humiliated her. 

She had never met anyone quite as determined and persistent as Santana Lopez. 

Apparently, when the Empress of the Universe wanted something, she always got her way and she wasn’t accustomed to being told “No.” 

Apparently Santana was really into the whole prissy mean girl side of Brittany.

She was also the most obvious person on the face of the planet. Brittany snorted when Tina sent her a link to a new article. The headline was pretty interesting. 

Santana Lopez Dedicates New Hit Single to Mystery Blonde - Who is “Brittany from The Pussy Cat?”

A video of her giving Santana a swift knee upward to the vaginal area had gone viral as well. 

Even Santana’s hardcore fans were amused by it all. 

Brittany noticed that Santana had left a bunch of comments on her thirst traps, making it extremely clear what she thought of them. The internet was going crazy making fun of how lusty and obsessed Santana was being but that hadn’t seemed to deter the woman either, despite Brittany ignoring all of her attempts to hit on her. 

That Brittany S. Pierce must have some Grade A Prime Pussy for Santana to be simping this hard for her… 

“Jesus Christ, the thirst,” Tina chuckled as Mike, Marley and Sugar couldn’t stop giggling beside her on the couch in the blonde’s apartment when she showed them her phone screen. They read yet another private message the woman sent to Brittany that was strongly suggesting what she wanted to do with her. “Goddamn. She really wants you.” 

“She’s just horny for me. She’ll get over it.” 

I’m just another conquest for her… 

“Be honest, do you think she’s attractive?” Sugar asked, raising an eyebrow. “At all?” 

She had watched all of Santana’s scenes on Bad Girls Club several times, looked at a bunch of her magazine photoshoots - she figured she needed to do her research, after all - and she even loved her songs that flopped.  That didn’t mean anything though. Santana Lopez was just a silly pompous rich girl just like the rest of them. 

“I mean, if you’re into the whole disgruntled, awkward cat aesthetic maybe. Her upper lip kinda reminds me of a duck.” She deflected. 

Everyone laughed as she said this. 

“You definitely should stay away from her. I know Santana well and she’s a total arrogant jerk. She thinks of women as disposable objects.” 

“Oh, is she?” Brittany snorted sarcastically. “That’s a shocker. Don’t worry, Tina, believe me you don’t have to worry about me falling for her.” 

Brittany’s apartment was so very pink and decorated in such an eccentric way that most people were a little taken aback when they walked in for the first time.

Eventually, her entire living space became crowded with bouquets of pink flowers Santana had sent to her address. She sent ridiculously expensive jewellery, chocolates, and dresses. Brittany didn’t even know how she figured out all of Brittany’s favourite colours and things like that but she wasn’t about to get rid of them… she liked expensive gifts. 

She never responded to any of Santana’s gifts, knowing it would drive her insane. Santana got her number from Tina and Mike, who were their mutual friends. Truth be told, Tina had always found Santana annoying anyway and they were more like frenemies as that feeling was mutual, so she was happy to assist Brittany in her plan to troll Santana.

Brittany answered Santana’s calls just enough to toy with her and keep her guessing, then ignored her whenever she felt like it. 

It was all part of her plan. 

“What am I supposed to do with all of this stuff?” The blonde whined halfheartedly as Lord Tubbington knocked over the growing pile of chocolate boxes. 

“You could send it back if you really don’t want it.” Mike suggested with a shrug. 

“I would… but pink diamonds are really nice,” Brittany pouted. “I might need another dress too.”

“This almost sounds like one of those sugar daddy type of situations,” The man shook his head at her, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “I’m not surprised, since it’s you after all.” 

“Except, she won’t be getting any sugar.” Britt winked. Tina smirked at her in agreement, giving her a high five. 

“You are the queen of manipulation. You’re really gonna get this woman to spend herself bankrupt, aren’t you? Yes, Girl. I say, use all the power you have to your advantage. Stress that fuckgirl out. Make her work for it, Britt. Make her suffer!” 

Sugar, Marley and Jake fell silent, taken aback by the short, gothic woman. Mike glanced over with a nervous expression as he heard Tina’s words, followed by her evil cackle. 

“You’re torturing the shit out of her! I love it. Get it, Girl.” 

Brittany felt proud. 

“Hey, if she wants all this she’s gonna have to work for it.” 

“Hey, Britt, I think there’s someone at your door. Must be another delivery from Ms. Egomaniac.” Sugar chimed in. 

The tall blonde just shrugged, traipsing over and eventually returning with a new parcel. Brittany blushed reddish pink up to her ears, gasping at a new, skimpy lingerie set that she unwrapped. She held up the light blue, lacy lingerie as her friends began to wolf whistle jokingly and some of them made gagging noises. 

Against her better judgment, she answered Santana’s call when that familiar number flashed on her phone a few minutes later. 

“You’ve got a lot of nerve sending this,” She sniffed, trying to sound bitchy and cold as she told her off. “Do you really think that’s appropriate? You horny bastard.” 

Santana was laughing down the line. She was actually laughing, that cheeky bitch. 

“You like it, Babe? Gonna put it on and model it just for me, Querida?”

“I am not your Querida.” 

She did like the lingerie a lot but Santana didn’t need to know that. If her ego got any bigger it would probably explode. 

She hung up before Santana could answer. Deep down, she knew Santana would love that response even more. 

****Read the rest of this story on AO3

[duckmine]

Any Tina and Jimmy Jr headcanons you could share? Or just headcanons for the Belchers in general?

yes GOD yes, of course lemme just get my notes here 📝 👓,

no but seriously i may have to copy paste some because of the amount of thought i put into them but i’ll try to do so sparingly so you don’t have read an entire novel-

[1/24/21]

tina and jimmy jr.-

- jimmy jr. obviously confesses first, because i mean, it's not like tina was ever secret about her feelings for him. and jimmy jr. is like really nervous about it, and gets really flustered around her and it's fucking adorable.

- tina is usually the more flirty one, because again she's kinda always been somewhat affectionate towards j-ju anyway so when they start dating she starts unlocking all her romantic gestures and it makes jimmy jr. so red all the time. but that doesn't mean jimmy jr. doesn't flirt as well, so when he does, tina is always slightly taken aback and gets incredibly flustered as well because she doesn't usually expect boys or a boy to behave this way around her. i mean yeah she sometimes pushes boys into trying to act like they like tina in that way but because of the constant rejection towards the idea that she used to recieve, she just isn't used to it. but doesn't mean she doesn't thoroughly enjoy it ;).

- i like to think that when tina and jj start dating, they actually start becoming closer as friends as well. i mean they have feelings for eachother but when they date and they hang out more they start off actually enjoying just hanging out with eachother than trying to be romantic. and so they think "why haven't we done this more often?" and so they literally become best friends while being boyfriend and girlfriend and honestly i just think that would be funny.

- jimmy jr. and tina's favorite thing to do together is dance eachother's heart out and hype eachother about it in the process. because it's fun and makes them feel good.

- jimmy jr. falls in love with tina quicker than he realizes. he believes he still only like likes tina, but tina can tell he feels more than that. but she never says it to his face because she respects taking things slow for jimmy jr. because she knows how hard it was for jimmy to finally ask her out and confess about his feelings, she wouldn't wanna overwhelm him with the current feelings he has now that he doesn't even know are there.

- jimmy jr. is unbelievably sweet around tina, especially when they're alone. he's literally just so enamored by her. by her interests, her passions. her quirks. and it makes him want to make her happy all the time. tina notices this and likes it a lot, but she also tries to let him know he doesn't have to do all these nice things for her all the time. he's allowed to just be chill, because even though they're dating, they're also friends so y'know, they should be allowed to act like friends too.

- oh i also headcanon them both to be autistic fhsn.

as for more general belcher headcanons-

-i think Linda is a result of parentification. she often is seen nurturing and guiding her sister and parents and trying to make them feel safe and listened to rather than the other way around. her sister is obviously mentally struggling and her parents are immature, and it shows in how responsible Linda acts and feels when she’s around them. she treats all of them like children. more than her own kids, whom she actually trusts to take more care of themselves, because they were actually raised in a better household.

-i think Bob recognizes this and Linda struggles to whenever Bob mentions it.

-i think despite the kids academic struggles, Bob and Linda are extremely proud of them because they know that all of them are extremely bright and well-grounded despite still being immature kids and they know that while they weren’t the best in discipline- they did great at just being loving, caring parents and it shows in the way their kids behave around each other.

-i think gene (and this feels like a given but still) is like a genuine prodigy. i’d almost go as far to say the same for tina but i don’t want to push it. i feel like gene really doesn’t get enough credit for his musical talent, he’s very experimental but when under high stakes he can manage to write out an extended FAN musical with instrumentals and lyrics like it’s nobody’s fricken business. especially in Topsy. hell even bob was surprised by gene’s talent!

-less deep headcanon, gene has heterochromia as you can see from how i draw him lol. the primary reason was because i feel like gene is such a special but weird kid, and for being the middle child also the loudest and attention seeking, so him having heterochromia was like a token for how much he tries to stand out. but for more story related reasons, it was a cause of injury. gene and louise being the closest of the siblings added to their chaotic relationship it’s not unfounded they would catch themselves in quite. the accident. and so ever since then that’s why louise is a bit more protective of gene because it was very much her fault LOL.

-i think tina doesn’t show it often (mostly because there’s rarely a given time where she has to), but tina takes pride in being the oldest sibling and actually is also quite protective of gene and louise. but because gene is quick witted and louise is fiery she doesn’t really have to do much to help them because she trusts her siblings wholeheartedly. however, if ever the case both of them are in genuine danger that neither can actually fight on their own or together

tina is kicking ass, and she will be good at it. given the fact she’s also canonically freakishly strong.

but also, if you push tina’s buttons just right, she is a BEAST!

[hourglassfish]

Fun and Work

I guess I'm gonna use this blog to think about The Bear a little?

So my investment in this show - is heavy. I am really, really rooting for the team of The Bear to build a workplace that they enjoy working in. Not all day everyday, because working under capitalism is always gonna suck a little bit, service work is real hard. And it doesn't have to be forever, cus the nature of many workplaces is that folks move through it. But a place where people can work, and grow, find joy and pleasure and fun in it, earn enough to live with dignity, and for their work environment to also enshrine that dignity. Basic human right. Rare for most of us in the current working landscape.

Anyway.

I find Sydney and Carmy both hugely relatable - and I laughed for about 10 minutes straight when Carmy said that he'd googled fun in Al-Anon. Cus I've done that:

I did not find an ER doctor girlfriend from my childhood, I got an allotment and a cat and I highly recommend both.

But as I get older I cannot deny the pleasure I get from my work, and the joy I find in the people I work with and the connection I have to them - and one of the real sadnesses I feel when I rewatch season two is that Carmy doesn't just bail on the stuff that sucks - money woes and dead raccoons and competing for staff - he also bails on the really fun stuff (and the really fun people) present in his work.

There is the obviously fun 'lol as if this is our job for the day' stuff - literally travelling around CHICAGO and EATING ALL DAY with Sydney. She doesn't just eat - she roots herself, and The Bear in the city, meets other restaurants, gains their support and encouragement, builds community around herself, builds relationships with suppliers that are warm and friendly, picks up on gossip. All the good - and fun - things that you need, cus even in a competitive industry, you've got to have friends. And this Carm's first restaurant. He'd be meeting folks, not as a CDC, but as a fellow executive chef. He misses those words of encouragement and affirmation, the hugs and the light jibes from people who really get it, cus they've done it - the unknown unknowns that are revealed in the random bits of advice people drop.

There is the nerdy fun - the pops of joy we see when Tina unboxes those shiny new pans, picking the art for your walls, stroking the woodgrain on the table that you picked, figuring out the cheapest way to get the silent plates you're craving when the originals are out of budget, learning what your space looks like first thing in the morning, last thing at night - when it rains, when it snows, when the sun is at its highest. Getting a particular piece of kit that is expensive but worth it.

There is the slightly delirious fun - Tina tries for this, when she gently sings 'nduja' at an extremely in the zone Sydney, who is a bit too stressed to be there with her - but if it's not impacting your health, and you're with the right people? Working till the small hours on something you loved - ordering takeaway and snacks to get you through it, psyching each other up and making shitty jokes which you then look back on and laugh about later - these are some of the delights of being in a team, they're building blocks of intimacy.

Related to that is the delight that comes in getting to know people better - and this is where I am saddest for him, because we've seen enough of Carmy's relationships outside of work to know that Sydney was likely the first person to ask him how he felt about retaining the stars. She's a nerd! She loves it, just like him! What other questions would they have asked each other? What else would they have learnt about one another, and themselves from sharing that process? If it hadn't felt so chaotic and weighted with tension, what would it have looked like to have Tina there also, able to learn from them both? I keep referring to her here, because she is, for me, the heart of the show, the absolute best of The Bear (show and restaurant) and a quiet revelation in the second season. To learn that windows become pasta in Sydney's mind, to have Tina straight talking about whether the things in your head are actually being communicated on the plate, to have Marcus asking these endless questions with this kind of quiet joy that disperses out from him?

There is fun and joy and intimacy to be found at work - especially when you are building something tangible and real that you will own, which so few people get to do. When you get to teach people, nurture them, be a part of their development. Especially if you're kind, and sensitive, and you're paying attention. Especially when all the people you work with are united in their love and grief - and by a gift that the person they are grieving for has given them.

Working has maybe not been fun for Carmy historically, I really, really get that but -

(MAYBE. I don't trust Carmy, currently carrying his trauma and his grief, as a reliable narrator - I think maybe work was fun for him for a while, with an underlying sadness around Mikey and home, then he ended up in the wrong kitchen with the wrong chef and had a really terrible time. I am DESPERATE to get a fuller picture of who Carmy was pre New York but still away from home. The Carmy that got those tattoos and made friends with Thom Browne. Like maybe he was shy, Claire. Maybe he *was* But. BUT. Anyway - )

I feel like this could have been the very early, first steps of a shift in that for him. I feel so sad - to see him and Syd laughing in his kitchen and to think he didn't get to have that (you only build your first restaurant once). He also didn't get to have it again in Episode ten, when the shit hit the fan, and Syd And Rich (wow, how far they have come) pulled the team together with a ticking clock, hella yelling/swearing and a shared commitment to a vision. Was it stressful? For sure, I wanted to bust through the screen and get Syd out of there!!! But was it thrilling? Was it the stuff of a glorious anecdote? Were they all sort of exhilarated and grinning at the end? Was it... kind of fun?

Like... isn't chaos kind of fun when you're with a team? When you're safe, and no one's been stabbed, and no one's screaming? We're pack animals. All we ever really want is each other.

Anyway, I dunno what I'm trying to say here. I've been thinking a lot about how with Carmy - and with many folks working through trauma and various anxiety/panic related stuff, the logic is all or nothing. Balance, working with where you are and what you have, being present to what is there, is real hard!

[queen-scribbles]

Happy birthday to my favorite vampire, Felix Hauville :D

45.  comparing hand sizes, then linking fingers together [Janine/Felix] ----

“So, what do you want to do today?”

“I dunno, whadda you wanna do today?”

Janine giggled and rolled over so she was facing Felix. “Ask me that when it’s my birthday, babe. Today is your choice.”

“What if I said I wanted to do whatever you wanna do?” Felix countered with a grin, brushing hair back from her face.

“I’d say you were very sweet,” she said. Her heart fluttered because she knew he meant it. “But today being your birthday, I’m deferring to you for our plans. And I don’t think your patrols were mysteriously ‘covered’ so we could lay here all day arguing about who gets to decide what we’re doing.”

His grin got wider. “I dunno, laying in bed with you all day does sound like a pretty fantastic plan, Minty.”

“You-” Janine started to move to punch his shoulder, stopped herself, settled for a withering look with no real heat behind it. “I’ll let that slide because it’s your birthday. And you’re adorable.”

“Oh, today’s gonna be fun,” Felix laughed. “You wanna know a secret?” He ran his hand down her arm, fingers nudging hers til they uncurled.

“Mm, always,” she said lazily as they pressed their hands palm to palm and studied the contrasts; deep brown and pale cream, that annoying paper cut on the side of her finger that was taking forever to heal against his unblemished, his fingers slightly longer.

“I’m pretty sure Mason took one of my patrols,” he said, pressing his fingertips gently against hers until they curved slightly back.

“He must’ve,” Janine pointed out, mirroring the gesture until Felix let his fingers bow back. “You were supposed to have two and there’s no way Adam or Mum would’ve let Nate take them both. So Mason or Adam must’ve taken the second one. I feel like he would’ve anyway, though.” She shifted her fingers over to link between his, caressing the back of his hand. “You’re very lucky in your friends, Felix Hauville.”

“Sure am,” Felix said with a smile, curling his hand around hers as well. “And what about you?”

“Me? Tina would’ve switched if I asked, so I am lucky in that respect myself, but thanks to a minor miracle, I’m just off today. No shift swapping required.”

“I meant I’m lucky to have you, too, Janine,” he elaborated when she stopped talking. He wiggled in closer to kiss the tip of her nose.

“Oh. Well, I’ll sound narcissistic if I say yes, so...” she kissed his forehead. “If you say so.”

“Do I ever.” He let go of her hand to wrap his arm around her waist instead.  “You’re one of the best things that ever happened to me.”

“One of?” Janine teased, even as she snuggled closer, hiding her mischievous grin against his shoulder.

“Well,” Felix’s nose wrinkled. “I may not love them like I do you, but the rest of Bravo’s pretty great, too.”

“Felix, I’m joking.” She leaned back enough to meet his eyes. “I don’t mind sharing top billing, especially with them.”

“One more thing that makes you awesome,” he said with a laugh. He tucked loose hair behind her ear and his hand lingered against her jaw a moment.

She knew he could hear the racing heart that accompanied her blush. “I feel like this is rather backwards. Shouldn’t I be extolling your virtues today?”

“Hey, you asked what I wanted to do, babe,” Felix pointed out, amber eyes sparkling. “Maybe gloating that I have an awesome girlfriend is on the list.”

She couldn’t help herself. Janine pressed her forehead to his, her finger tracing light patterns against his back. “Does that come before opening presents...” Kissed him briefly, lightly. “Or after?”

Felix considered for a moment, hand sliding to the back of her neck. “How ‘bout both?” he murmured with a grin as he kissed her back more deeply.

“...works for me,” Janine mumbled against his mouth nails raking lightly up his back--just enough to tickle and make him flinch. “That’s for Minty.”

They were both laughing as they pressed into another kiss. Janine knew whatever plans they settled on for the day, it would be a good one.

Precisely what Felix deserved. ----

(Janine’s middle name is Araminta, when Felix learns that(rip) he starts occasionally calling her Minty)

[taytrashmouth]

Make out to breakup

Steve Harrington x female Hopper-reader

Season 3 breakup

As amazing as your relationship with Steve was, it was sort of an unspoken thing that you had to breakup. You were both distant and working long hours, with Steve at scoops in the daytime and you working as the host at the hideout at nighttime you barely saw each other.

You loved Steve with everything you had but a part of you couldn’t help but feel you had more fun as friends.

You had known Steve from age 3 till 7 in preschool, then your dad, the chief of police (Jim Hopper) and your mom moved away to start a new life, a three years later your parents had a new baby (Sarah) , your little sister. Who was your favorite person in the whole world….when she was six she got cancer and by age seven she had passed.

Your mom moved out, leaving you with hop. She said she couldn’t even look at you anymore after Sarah because you brought back all the memories.

You had cried and screamed you were both sad and angry and your dad started drinking, at 17 you and your dad moved back to Hawkins for your last two years of school and to get away from that house, that empty home, a shell of what was.

You had reunited with Steve after a decade of being gone, and you liked him, but he was dating Nancy Wheeler. You kept to yourself mostly, books, sketches and phone calls with Steve were what kept you busy.

That was until you had gone looking for Dustin Henderson (the young boy you were babysitting) as he had disappeared. You had been all over town and the last stop was the Byers residence, a very beat up Steve had arrived at the same time looking to apologize to Jonathan.

You both got roped into fighting inter dimensional beings, steve had saved you from a demogorgon that night.

You were best friends for a long time until 1984 when Nancy broke Steve’s heart at Tina’s Halloween party, he had driven you home both of you slightly tipsy.

He had teared up as he pulled into his driveway.

“Steve?” You had called in a soft, caring tone.

He turned to you.

You just looked him dead in the eye before your eyes found their way to glancing at his soft lips.

He had moved forward before turning away.

“God we can’t do this!” He sighed.

You frowned

“Steve I like you.” You let out just loud enough so he could hear. “I always have I just- you were with Nance so-“ you rambled a little.

“Am, present tense, I am with nance.” He corrected.

“Steve…I don’t think you are.” You sighed, remembering what he had told you she said. Bullshit bullshit bullshit

“I am! And you can’t like me! I-I have a girlfriend and-“ he yelled and stumbled over his words which made you flinch. “God I mean- I-I like you too, there I said it! And I was doing just fine before you came back to Hawkins! Just fine with Nancy wheeler!” He yelled.

“God I’m so sorry for the inconvenience! Do you think it’s easy for me!? To see you with her?! I mean when I left I asked you to call me…I gave you the number-I-you never called steve.” The yelling had turned to crying and you felt so vulnerable and stupid.

“I didn’t call because I didn’t think you needed me.” He mumbled.

“I was away for ten years….and I didn’t have a single friend, and for ten years I waited for that phone call.” You cried staring at steve while he looked at his knees.

You shook your head with a sigh and got out of the car, you walked home that night and cried for a long while before falling asleep. Steve had cursed himself and replayed your words in his head over and over, he didn’t sleep.

The next few days consisted of being stuck with steve while helping Dustin, Lucas and max fight some demodogs, steve had saved you from one with his bat once again.

You tried to return the favor by saving Steve from billy Hargrove’s punches but you ended up getting knocked out yourself and having earned a black eye.

Once the evil had blown over you had helped El your new sister that you’d been hiding(who reminded you a lot of Sarah) get ready for the snowball, you let her wear the dress you never got to wear to your snowball because you had moved just before.

After being bored at the dance, supervising El with hopper you saw Steve drop off Dustin and he pulled up next to you and your dad asking if he could take you for a ride, awkwardly shaking hoppers hand. He reluctantly agreed.

The drive was silent for a long time.

“Question game?” Steve spoke up, it had been your thing when you were young asking questions to each other back and forth for hours.

You nodded.

“Who’s the biggest douchebag in the world?” Steve looked at you as he parked next to lovers lake.

“Oh easy, steve the hair Harrington.” You had answered flatly.

He sighed.

“I’m sorry.” He said, but you could tell he meant it, really really meant it, about the phone call that never came, about being an ass in general, his outburst, everything.

“I’m sorry too.” I half smiled.

It was quiet for a moment.

“The worst ice cream flavor?” You spoke up, steve smiled, he knew you had forgiven him.

“Mint.” He shrugged

“No way! I love mint it’s totally pistachio.” I laughed.

“I love pistachio!” He exclaimed, offended.

“Gross.” We both let out in unison and ended up laughing for longer than we should’ve but it was nice.

“Okay okay, weirdest place you’ve ever had sex?” Steve asked.

You looked down. “I don’t know…” you mumbled.

“Oh come on you’ve gotta have one like mine is with Rebecca Linn, she was crazy y/n! Insane! Not only was she extremely kinky but I mean we had sex in her neighbors empty swimming pool while they were home….and they caught us!” Steve exclaimed.

You laughed a little shocked.

“Shit.” You smiled.

“Shit.” He nodded.

“Ummm, worst social experience you’ve ever had?” You asked. 

“You didn’t answer mine.” Steve frowned.

You felt your face get hot and you became flustered looking at your lap.

“I’ve never had sex.” You said just above a whisper.

“Oh…okay umm….fine that’s okay, then weirdest place you’ve ever made out.” Steve answered, he didn’t seem that phased.

You could almost feel the pink that had spread onto your face, feeling embarrassed.

“I’ve never really kissed anyone either…” you stated.

“Not even a peck?”

You shook your head. “Nope I’m a virgin in all aspects.” You awkwardly laughed.

Steve had an unreadable expression on his face, he looked almost baffled, or like he was thinking about something important.

“Look I know it’s weird I ju-“ your rambling was interrupted when his lips met yours, soft but passionate.

He slowly pulled away. “Well that’s a start.” He whispered and he kissed you again, more passionate this time.

And after you had gotten separate jobs and Steve was struggling to find a university, and his dad was on his back, while you had your dad constantly complaining about Steve and Mike (els boyfriend) you began to drift apart.

And as much as you liked her and hated to admit it you were jealous of robin, just slightly. You saw how they laughed and got on with each other.

All this lead to now, you, Steve, robin, Dustin and Erica trapped in a Russian elevator, miles and miles underground.

You were lying staring at the hundreds of miles of empty space on top of the elevator as Steve climbed up the ladder.

“What are you doing up here?” Steve whispered.

“Hoping this thing doesn’t start moving or I’m screwed.” You joked, sitting up as he sat in front of you, knees touching.

“Are you okay?” He asks, keeping a hushed tone through the conversation, not wanting to wake the others.

“I guess so.” You shrugged.

After a long silence you spoke up.

“Steve?”

“Yeah?”

“This isn’t working is it?” The words came out like vomit, bitter and feeling so real now that they were out floating in the air.

He thought for a moment. “I don’t think so.” He answered and you both sighed.

“I’m sorry.” You half-smiled, tearing up a little.

“Yeah me too.” He was the same, tears brewing in his eyes with his lips turned up in an almost sad way.

You had closed your eyes which caused a tear to fall.

“God you’re making me cry too.” He sniffed, and you both laughed through a few slow tears.

You helped him wipe his cheeks and stared at each other.

“I love you.” He almost sang with the soft smile you had fallen in love with in the first place.

“I love you too.” You mimicked with a sweet smile that made him feel on top of the world each time he saw it.

“One last kiss?” You asked.

“One last kiss.” He nodded.

He placed a warm hand on your cheek and pulled you in, kissing you softly and passionately just like your first kiss had been. Your hand was in his hair on on his cheek as you both pulled away. You rubbed his cheek with your thumb.

“Goodbye.” You had smiled weakly.

“Bye n/n.” He returned the expression.

He lay down and you put your head on his chest staying like this for one last night, holding each other, taking deep breaths.

You were both sad, sad at the loss, the memories that somehow seemed slightly less important all of a sudden. But happy that you could start fresh, find the right people.

[boysdontcryboycry]

also like i rewatched half the show again and reeeally reaffirms my hatred of steven. like even ignoring all the shit he said in s1 about jonathan's family to his face, and got beat to hell as he deserved, and him letting his friends publicly shame nancy for something she didn't even do, even when he's supposedly "gotten better" and turned into a good boy, he's just such an emotionally stunted manbaby who only thinks about himself and his love life like.

2.02. tina's halloween party. nancy doesn't want to go anymore after learning about the holland's futile attempts to find barb, but steve pressures her to under the guise of being normal, stupid teenagers for a night. the exact same thing he did in s1 after prioritizing how he was gonna get in trouble for the party happening over barb literally being missing.

his girlfriend is sloppy drunk, like he's never seen her act before, on the verge of tears revealing that she's spent the last year blaming herself (and him) for the death of her best friend. but does steven care about that?

no. no he doesn't. he fixates on her feelings for him. he ignores absolutely everything else she says and abandons her, drunk and alone and crying in the bathroom at a party. he hadn't seen jonathan's arrival at that point, he would've only seen him as he brushed past him on his way out the front door. and then has the gall to snipe about her "other boyfriend" taking her home like he didn't literally storm off!!!!!

and then s4, after he supposedly moved on in s3, he lets a basic stranger, who knows nothing about either of them btw, nudge him into being fixated on nancy again. and as well as that, he is obsessed with robin's love life, which she expresses she doesn't give a shit about right now and she doesn't get why he does.

there are more important things happening right now, markedly the life-or-death mission they are embarking on and the self-sacrifice being planned by one of their friends and the very end of the world as they know it. does steven listen this time?

no. he stops nancy on their time-sensitive trek to tell her he's still in love with her and that he wants to have six kids and travel the country in an rv with her. for all his talk about him finally crawling forwards after she metaphorically knocked him on the head, he literally is crawling backwards right now. pathetically, i might add, because nancy clearly isn't into it.

at least i can be happy in the knowledge that, even though she may have checked him out once or twice this season, nancy does not want him st@ncy bones thank you and good night

[thinkingfandoms]

My opinion abt Glee main cast

Rachel I really couldn't stand her from the beginning: I understand that her character has her own "depth" and I love her friendship with Kurt but she’s a spoiled little girl who steps over her friends just to get to the top. Her voice is beautiful, undoubtedly, but it gets boring by the 10th song you hear.

Finn I never realized how much I liked him until he died. Looking back you see how important he actually was to the club and to the series. He did some mischief and I still don't understand how he put up with Rachel, but he's adorable. His brotherhood with Kurt was beautiful. Interesting voice but nothing great, although some of his songs are iconic.

Mercedes She's the queen. Probably one of the few characters I just love. She has been a good friend to everyone, and personally a good girlfriend to Sam. If you talk about her voice obv it's in top 5, it's just divine. She deserves all her popularity.

Artie My favorite little guy- you don't understand how much I love him. He never gave up and found something he really wants to do and for that I'm so proud of him. His voice is super underrated.

Kurt Seeing him grow up and go from "the bullied gay guy" to being a Broadway star ALSO because he's gay makes me super proud. I don't talk about his relationship with Blaine just bc I would never finish. He's a total fashion icon. His voice? I fell in love with it from his first audition and it's my second favorite.

Tina Uhuh I don't know honestly. She has changed so much during the series that I'm not even sure who she's anymore. She's not a bad character, her voice is nice, but not iconic.

Quinn As it should be, I hated her in the beginning. Sometimes she did crazy things while other times she was super nice and kind. In the end I liked her growth. Nice voice, but not so much above Tina's.

Brittany I love her immensely. Although I'm still very confused about her sex and love life, I knew from the start she would end up with Santana eventually. I love those two lesbians. Hands down one of the best dancers in the series. I was hoping they would show more of her dancing.

Santana What I like most about her is that she's consistent with herself. She's bitchy from start to finish, but at the same time she manages to maintain a kinder side. Let's face it: without her Rachel would not have survived NY. Hers is another unique voice; every one of her songs is top 50.

Mike Despite being a main character I always forget about his existence help- Character growth is almost nonexistent(?) Neither good nor bad. Best dancer ever.

Puck Love of my life. I've loved this idiot from the beginning bc I've always known he had a heart of gold. He deserves someone who really loves him (no hate for Quinn). I've never been able to get used to his voice, but I have to admit that some of his songs are wonderful.

Blaine He is my protégé. If I hear even one negative thing about him I might kill someone. He has been traumatized as much as Kurt and that is why I love how he takes him under his own care even before really falling in love with him. He has a heart of gold and deserves the best. Obv his voice is my absolute favorite, did it need to be said? All his songs are iconic.

Sam I really liked when in s4 started to being more important, he is a good character. I like how he's always in the clouds but still manages to be serious if he wants to be. His friendship with Blaine is too good, definitely a shame they didn't get engaged at least once. Nothing to say about his voice.

Will Great professor undoubtedly, but sometimes I wanted to punch him so hard. His relationship with Emma is super sweet, but it got heavy at one point. I like how he took Finn under his wing. His voice? Thank you but no.

Sue At first she irritated me so much, but I realized almost immediately that she was a good person. She only disliked Will, and I don't blame her. She did a lot as a character (like getting Klaine back together) and is the best rival the club could have.

Rory Special mention for the most underrated voice in the series. And also for the most underrated character. He deserved so much more screen time. His cover of Home is one of my favorites.

[heartnaya]

Dancing with Destiny

Chapter 9

A few weeks had passed since Santana and Brittany’s first date and things were going great. Brittany loved spending time with Santana and Sophia, it was the best part of her week. As Brittany lay in bed, she couldn’t help but let her mind wander to Santana and what she might be doing. She really wanted to make things official with the woman, but she didn’t know if it was too soon. Realising that she wouldn’t be able to sleep until she figured some stuff out, she picked up the phone to call Mike.

“Hey, Brittany! What’s up ?” Mike answered his phone.

“Hi, Mike. Can you get Tina? I need both of your help with something,” Brittany said.

“Sure thing, hold on a second,” Mike said.

Brittany waited patiently as Mike called Tina over. “Hey, Brittany. What’s going on?” Tina asked.

“I need your advice, about Santana.”

“Ooo, the mysterious Santana that has been keeping you occupied for the last few weeks, what’s she like?” Tina asked curiously.

“She’s great, and she has the cutest little daughter as well,” Brittany smiled, thinking about them.

Mike and Tina exchanged a knowing look. “We’re glad stuff is working out for you finally, Britt.”

“So am I. It’s just I don’t know how to ask Santana where we are in the relationship.”

“You mean like you want her to be your girlfriend,” Tina smiled.

Brittany sounded shy. “Yes, I guess that is what I want to ask her.”

“Aww, look at our little Brittany all grown up,” Mike laughed.

“She’s gonna be married with a kid before we get there,” Tina looked at Mike pointedly.

Brittany cleared her throat. “Excuse me guys! This is about me.”

“Sorry, Britt,” they laughed. “Just talk to her about it. You could try bringing it up casually to see how she reacts.”

“That’s a good idea. I don’t want to come on too strong, but I also don’t want to wait too long and miss my chance,” Brittany said.

Mike chimed in. “Yes, it’s important to be clear with her, Britt. Remember what I told you about you and Jake and communication. If you’re ready to be in a committed relationship with Santana, then you should let her know, there really is nothing better.”

Tina smiled at Mike on the other end of the line. “Aww, you two are going to make me cry,” Brittany laughed. “Also, yea Mike what the hell are you doing, get down on one knee for god’s sake.”

“I’m working on it, Britt,” Mike laughed, putting his arm around his girlfriend.

“Well, I’ll let you go. Thanks guys, you’re the best,” Brittany said before she hung up.

Brittany lay in bed gathering her thoughts, she really did want to take her relationship with Santana to the next level. She was about to turn the lights out when she got a text. It was from some of her high school friends inviting her out, they wanted to meet Santana as she was all Brittany talked about when they got drinks the other week.

Brittany first met them because she went to a prestigious private school in Manhattan when she was younger. She never really liked it there and struggled to make friends. She eventually made a group of friends; Martin, Phillip and Toby, and her parents did not approve. It’s safe to say that these friends were a bad influence on her, they skipped class to drink or do drugs and they bullied other students. Brittany wanted to get out of the friendship, but she couldn’t go back to how it was before. When she got accepted at Julliard, she figured it was her opportunity to leave all of that behind. But she ended up dropping out of Julliard and these friends were all she had left.

When everything happened, she reconnected with Mike and Tina, two people who she had known when she was growing up, however, they had lost touch when Brittany moved to New York. Mike and Tina came back into her life when everything was falling apart, and she never felt like she needed anyone else. But Martin, Phillip and Toby still stuck with her through a lot, and even though they were probably too childish for their age, she went out with them from time to time and it was okay.

Brittany replied to the message saying that she would ask Santana and get back to them. With that done she turned off her light and finally went to sleep.

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Santana invited Brittany over later that week for dinner. She hadn’t seen her in a few days and both her and Sophia missed the bubbly blonde woman. When there was a knock at the door, Sophia got up, bouncing excitedly. Santana opened the door and was immediately pulling in for a quick but passionate kiss. “Hi, honey,” Brittany said, laughing as Santana stood with her mouth open looking shocked.

She stepped further into the apartment so she could greet Sophia. “Hey, sunshine,” she said picking up Sophia and spinning her around. “How are you?”

“I good, Britty. Been waitin’ for you!” Sophia kissed Brittany on the cheek and hugged her neck.

Santana walked back into the living room and put her hand on Brittany’s shoulder. “She really has been. She talked about you all day, I think she’s forgotten about me,” Santana laughed.

“I missed you too, Soph. But we could never forget about mama, right? Because mama is the best,” she asked, bouncing the little girl in her arms.

“Love, mama,” Sophia giggled.

Santana stood on her tip toes so she could kiss Sophia three times on her cheek, she then tilted her head to kiss Brittany three times causing Brittany to also giggle. Santana loved this, her life had changed so drastically in the last few weeks, and it was truly amazing.

Later when they had finished the dinner, Sophia was playing in her room whilst Brittany and Santana washed up.

“So some of my friends from school messaged me,” Brittany casually brought up.

“The ones that you went out with the other week. What did they want?” Santana asked.

“They wanted to know if they can meet this woman who I can’t seem to stop going on about,” Brittany smiled.

“What did you say?” Santana questioned.

“I said I would have to ask you if you wanted to meet them. I know that my friends aren’t the most mature people around, but they stuck by me through a lot,” Brittany said softly.

Santana reached and put her arms around Brittany’s neck. “Well I would love to meet them,” Brittany smiled. “But my mom is out of town right now and I don’t want to leave Sophia alone with a sitter.

Brittany laughed. “You can bring Soph. Of course she is invited, she’s the only reason I put up with you.”

“Oh really, so it has nothing to do with this then?” Santana tilted her head up and caught Brittany’s lips, she slowly started trailing kisses down over Brittany’s jaw before she sucked lightly on her neck.

When she pulled back Brittany looked dazed, and Santana giggled at how adorable she was.

When Brittany came back down to earth she looked properly at Santana. “That is amazing. But seriously, honey. We are not going to go to a bar or a club or anything, just dinner at a restaurant, my treat.”

“Brittany, you don’t have to do that for us,” Santana sighed.

Brittany touched Santana’s jaw to lift her eyes to meet her. “I know, but I really want them to meet you two.”

Santana smiled and leaned in to kiss her again. “Fine, you get your way again.”

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Brittany walked into the living room to see Sophia scribbling in her colouring book. She sat down next to the little girl running her hands through her hair. “So Soph, me and your mama were thinking you might want to watch a movie,” Brittany laughed as the girl’s eyes immediately lit up.

“Nemo, Britty!” She yelled, clearly excited.

“Okay, let me put it on. Do you think you can go and get the blanket out of the hamper, sweetie?” Brittany walked over to grab the remote from next to the tv before returning to the couch.

She smiled as she saw little Sophia trying to drag the blanket over towards her. She was about to get up to help her when Santana sat down in her lap. “What are we watching then, Britt?”

“Soph wants to watch Finding Nemo,” Brittany laughed looking at Santana’s face.

“Why am I not surprised? It’s about the 15th time in three weeks,” Santana looked at Brittany. “You know I blame you for this, I have never met someone who loves Disney movies so much.”

“Come on, babe, don’t be a spoil sport,” Brittany said frowning. “You know that Nemo is a classic.”

Santana smiled wider at her new nickname and snuggled her head into Brittany’s chest.

“Mama! My Britty!” Sophia pulled on her mother’s shirt.

Santana giggled at her daughter. Brittany poked her head out to the side so she could properly see the girl. She was the spitting image of Santana when she was scowling, and it was all kinds of adorable.

“Mama! Off!” Brittany figured she should do something before there was a full-on breakdown, so she scooped up Sophia with one of her arms and brought her round to sit on Santana’s lap.

“There you go, Soph,” Brittany smiled. “This better?”

Sophia nodded grinning before also cuddling her head into Brittany’s chest.

Brittany smiled down at both of them before switching on the movie. Halfway through she got a leg cramp, and she was about to ask Santana to shift positions before she noticed that both her and Sophia were asleep.  Brittany didn’t want to wake them, but she really needed to get up, so she carefully reached around to get a firm grip, one arm under Santana’s legs and the other supporting her back, she gently lifted her up, with Sophia still sat in her lap, and placed them back on the couch. Santana immediately curled her body around her daughter and Brittany pulled out her phone to snap a quick picture.

After that she messaged her friend back to see the time and place for dinner with Santana and Sophia. She then checked the time and realised that it was eleven o’clock, no wonder Sophia was so tired. She bent down to wrap her arms around the little girl and lift her up off of Santana. She slowly carried her back into the bedroom trying not to wake her up.

After Brittany placed Sophia on the bed, she went looking around for some pyjamas for her to wear. When she went into the drawers, she saw that one side was sectioned off for Santana and the other for Sophia. She grabbed some white pyjamas with flowers on them and gently dressed Sophia. Brittany then slowly picked up the sleeping girl and put her under the covers before tucking her in and giving her a kiss on the forehead.

Brittany walked back into the living room to see Santana sitting up rubbing her eyes.

“I just put Sophia down to sleep, babe, I hope that’s okay,” She said, hoping she hadn’t overstepped.

Santana opened her arms for Brittany to crawl into. “Yea that’s okay.”

She kissed the side of Brittany’s face before slowly trailing kisses down to her jaw. Brittany felt Santana turn her over as she pressed more kisses to her jaw. She pulled back looking deep into blue eyes before leaning in, their lips met in a soft, tender embrace. The sensation was delicate and slow, each of them taking the time to explore each other’s lips. With every passing moment, their desire grew, and the kiss intensified. Their lips pressed harder against each other, and their tongues entwined.

Brittany suddenly flipped them over, so Santana was lying on her back. The warmth between them became more intense, and they lost themselves in the moment, lost in each other. Santana was breathing heavily as Brittany slowly kissed her way down her jaw and started sucking gently on her neck.  They could feel the heat of each other’s body and the rhythm of each other’s breathing.

Finally, they broke apart, gasping for air. “We shouldn’t do that here,” Brittany said, still struggling to catch her breath.

“I need to tell you something,” Santana said timidly.

“What? You can tell me anything, you know that” Brittany replied.

“It’s just that it’s been a while for me,” Santana said quietly.

“Okay, that’s fine, we can take this as slow as you want,” Brittany said, leaning in to peck Santana on the lips.

Santana lay her head on Brittany’s chest as Brittany settled in the corner of the couch. “Thanks, Britt. But when I say a while, I mean a long while.”

“How long?” Brittany asked, curious.

“Since Soph was conceived.”

“So that’s like three years, right?” Brittany said casually, whilst trying to do the maths in her head.

“Yes, but there is something else,” Santana turned to face Brittany.

Brittany questioned. “Okay, what is it?”

“It’s kind of a long story,” Brittany nodded urging her to continue. “Basically, everyone in high school thought that I was kind of a slut. They thought that I slept around a lot because guys would date me and then brag afterwards about how far we got. I mean obviously I was gay and trying to hide it, so I did some stuff with guys, but nowhere near what they claimed. However, I let people believe it because it was easier than them finding out who I really was. I come from a really small town in Ohio and there was no other lesbians in my town, well at least no out lesbians. The point I’m trying to make is that I am not a virgin, obviously, I have a child, but I have never had sex with a woman before,” Santana rushed out.

Santana bit her lip nervously waiting to see Brittany’s reaction. “First of all just because you slept with some guys in high school when you were confused and figuring yourself out doesn’t make you a slut, so don’t listen to those people,” Brittany said, pulling Santana back down to lie on her chest again. “Second of all, I don’t care that you have never been with a woman before. That doesn’t make me think of you any differently. Okay, sweetheart?”

Santana tilted her head up to kiss Brittany’s jaw one more time. “Okay, babe.”

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Brittany picked them up for dinner the next Friday. When she got to the door no one answered but the door was open, so she pushed her way in.

“Santana, Soph, I’m here!”

Santana came out of the bedroom in a frenzy. “I’m looking for my earring, sorry, Britt.”

Brittany walked around the sofa to help Santana in her search. “Where was the last place you had it?”

“I don’t know,” Santana put her hand on her forehead. “Earlier in my bedroom.”

Brittany reached and pushed Santana’s hair over her shoulder. “Honey, you already have them both in.”

Santana reached up to feel her ear lobes. “Oh yea,” she laughed nervously.

“Don’t worry, babe. Everything’s going to be fine. We are just gonna have a chill evening.”

Brittany pulled her in for a kiss, mumbling against her lips. “You look beautiful by the way.”

Santana smiled at her, god she was so smitten.

“Oh, can you go check on Soph whilst I find my purse?”

“Obviously,” Brittany walked down the hallway towards Santana and Sophia’s room. She saw the little girl struggling to pull on her tights underneath her light blue dress. Brittany bent down next to her to help. “Let me do that, sweetie”

“Britty! You like my dress?”

“I love it. I think you look adorable,” she picked up the girl before sitting on the bed and pulling her onto her lap. “Do we have shoes then?”

Sophia pointed to the white ballet flats on the floor. “Mama got me new shoes.”

“These are super pretty, baby girl,” Brittany reached her hand down to the floor to grab the shoes before gently pulling them onto Sophia’s little feet.

She picked up the little girl and carried her back into the living room to see Santana quickly pulling her bag over her shoulder. “Are we ready to go then?”

“Yes, let’s go!”

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They arrived at the restaurant around thirty minutes later, Brittany had made sure that she could choose one with a kid friendly menu because she didn’t want Sophia to have to eat something she didn’t like. As she was thinking about this, she realised that she had never given her friends a heads up that Santana had a daughter, it would be okay though she thought. None of her friends had kids but they had never given the impression that they were averse to them.

When she got to the table she was greeted by Toby, probably the most mature of the friends, and his new girlfriend. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you had a girlfriend!”

“It’s new, and it’s not exactly the kind of thing that Martin and Phillip want to talk about. Anyway, what about you and your little family, when did that happen?” He said quietly so Santana couldn’t hear as she was across the table meeting Toby’s girlfriend.

“This is also kind of new. I’m just so happy right now though.”

“Good for you, Britt. You’ve been through it,” he pulled her in for a hug.

“So have you, I’m so proud of you. We both really grew up from how we were in high school,” Brittany laughed.

“I really think that Lucy is the one,” he gestured to the woman talking to Santana. “I know, I don’t think we can say the same for Phil or Marty though. You know Martin just got fired?”

“Really? For what?”

“Coming in to work late and hungover, or worse drunk. You know the usual with him.”

Brittany sighed. Her friends had all been through a lot, but Martin and Phillip really seemed to be lost causes. Toby was probably the only one she would choose to be friends with if she met them today. Santana walked over to Brittany and took her seat putting Sophia next to her. “Your friend’s girlfriend is really sweet actually, and totally in love with him,” Santana whispered.

“It’s new apparently. I’m so glad he found someone, he’s a really great guy.”

Santana smiled. She loved meeting the people that were important to Brittany, it just meant that she was becoming a bigger part of her life and Santana really liked that idea.

The waiter came over to take their drinks orders. “What do you want, babe?” Brittany looked to Santana.

“Can I get an apple juice for Soph and just any white wine for me, thanks?”

“White wine! Get something harder than that!” A voice boomed out from behind them.

Brittany turned around to see Martin walking in followed closely by Phillip. She rolled her eyes at their behaviour already. “Sorry, honey. They’re just being idiots.”

“It’s fine, Britt. I go to college remember,” she laughed it off.

“You’re still in college, how fucking dumb are you!” Martin laughed, sitting down next to Brittany.

Santana stared daggers at the man. “I would appreciate it if you didn’t swear in front of my child,” she said as calmly as she could.

Brittany put her hand on Santana’s knee, giving her an apologetic look. “Martin, shut up!”

“Hey Britt. God you are a babe,” he laughed turning to Santana. “I swear she gets hotter every time I see her, congrats for getting to bang her,” he reached up his hand to high five Santana.

Santana looked at him, disgusted. Before she could say anything a person she could only assume was Phillip interrupted. “Mate, stop talking, let’s go get a beer.”

As they both went to the bar to order a drink, Brittany looked to Santana. “I’m so sorry about him, babe.”

Santana waved her off. “It’s fine, Britt. Maybe they’ve just never met a woman before, or a kid.”

Brittany looked over at Sophia who was happily scribbling on the back of the menu, completely oblivious to the commotion. “I’ll tell him to stop swearing in front of Sophia.”

When Martin sat back down a few minutes later Brittany leaned over to him. “Can you please stop with the swearing! Santana has a two-year-old daughter,” she whispered angrily.

“You brought a kid, Britt! We were gonna go to a bar after this!” He practically yelled.

“Shut up, Marty. We said dinner!” Toby leaned over to say.

Brittany looked at him gratefully. She was too busy focused on Martin to see Phillip walk over to Santana.

“I just wanna say, you are the hottest milf I have ever seen,” Santana shrugged off his hand, disgusted.

“Back off man! Seriously!”

He held his hands up in mock defeat and walked around to the other side of the table. The waiter brought over all of their drinks breaking up the tension. Santana reached and took a big gulp of her wine before handing Sophia her apple juice and a straw to sip it out of. After that there was a long silence, Brittany was still mad at Martin, and Phillip was unsure of what was going on.

Toby was the first to speak. “So Sophia, how old are you?”

“I’m two,” she held up two little fingers.

“Your mom says you love dance?” Brittany looked at him and mouthed a thank you for including the small girl in the conversation.

“Yep, Britty teached me. She’s the best dancer!” Sophia said with conviction.

“Brittany is a really good dance teacher. Did you know that she’s been dancing since she was your age?”

Sophia looked at Brittany in awe. “Maybe I could be like Britty then?”

“If you work at it, you can do anything you want. Brittany was always dancing around in high school, she couldn’t stay still,” Toby smiled at his friend.

Santana laughed. “I can see that. She still dances everywhere now. I bet you were super cute when you were younger, babe.”

Martin was sat at the end of the table with Phillip rolling his eyes at the conversation. “Who cares about all of this, let’s do some shots. I just got fired!”

Toby looked to Brittany as though saying, sorry, I tried.

Martin called over the waitress. “We need shots,” he looked her up and down. “And we also need your number.”

The waitress turned to Brittany. “I’ll get you guys your shots.”

Brittany looked at Santana who was scooting closer to her daughter and she felt guilty. It was probably a mistake to bring them here, but she wanted her friends to see who was making her so happy. She didn’t think about the fact that two of said friends were immature assholes who wouldn’t be great around a child.

Martin and Phillip were quiet for a while after they got their shots, leaving the others to have a pleasant conversation. Santana talked enthusiastically with Toby about her degree as he did the same course in college. Brittany loved listening to Santana talk like this, she was so passionate, and it was very hot.

It was halfway through the meal when Sophia was talking more about her dance classes and the moves she had been practicing at home that Martin started to speak up again. “Okay, okay, let’s talk about something interesting. No offense little girl.” He started laughing. “Do you remember that time in high school when we got totally wasted and drove our car into a tree.”

Toby frowned. “Shut up Martin!” He looked at Brittany as though scared to see her reaction.

Santana saw the interaction and looked towards Brittany. Her head was bowed really low, and she had a regretful look on her face. “Are you okay, babe?” Santana put her hand on Brittany’s back.

“Yea, I’m fine.”

Martin leaned closer to Brittany. “I’m sorry, Britt. I didn’t think. It’s just that your friend’s kid is just really bringing down out party mood,” he actually looked apologetic for once. Brittany looked him in the eyes angrily, warning him.

Thankfully Santana was talking to Toby, and she didn’t hear the exchange. Brittany got up to go to the bathroom after the waiter had cleared the plates. Santana wanted to follow her to see if she was okay, but she couldn’t leave Sophia alone at the table.

“Who wants to go to a club after this?” Martin said, clearly drunk.

“Hell yes!” Phillip cheered.

“I think we’re going to go home, work tomorrow and everything.” Toby looked to his girlfriend in confirmation.

“We’ll probably go home as well. I’ve got to put this one to sleep.” Sophia was pretty much passed out by now with her head in her mother’s lap.

“Come on you guys. This sucks! Toby, you won’t go out because of stupid fucking work, how boring is that. And Brittany can’t come out because she’s got a boring kid now. Just stick the kid in a damn taxi and let her make her own way home!” Martin slurred.

Toby looked at him as Santana stood up. “Martin that’s enough, you’re embarrassing yourself.”

“Toby! You know it’s true. Brittany used to be fun, we would all go out and get hammered together back in the day. But know all she cares about is her stupid girlfriend and her dumb kid, I mean who the hell cares about dance? We should have been at a club right now picking up girls!”

Santana didn’t stay to hear the rest of his rant. She picked up her stuff and lifted up Sophia heading out of the restaurant. At that moment Brittany walked back in to see all the commotion and Santana heading out. “Santana! Wait!” She reached into her purse and threw some cash at the table, looking at Toby, who nodded signalling that he would take care of it.

She ran outside to catch Santana who was starting to head down the street. “Santana, let me take you home, please.”

“No, Brittany! We’ll get a cab.”

Brittany froze. Santana was shutting her out, what had her friends said to her. “Santana, come on. I’m sorry about tonight, but please let me take you two home so I can make sure you get back safely,” Brittany begged.

Santana eventually gave in and got in Brittany’s car. It was silent all the way back to her apartment and when they got in Santana just ignored Brittany in favour of going putting Sophia to bed.

When she came back out Brittany stood up. “Santana-“

“It’s fine, Brittany. You can go,” she pointed to the door.

“Santana no, listen to me!” Brittany pleaded.

Santana’s eyes were red. “No, Brittany, you listen to me! I can’t do this.”

“What are you saying?” Tears started to run down her cheeks.

“I’m saying that you’re in your twenties, Brittany. You should be going out to bars and clubs and picking up girls. I want you to have a life, I don’t want to trap you,” Santana said quietly as she cried.

Brittany reached out to wipe the tears from the girl’s eyes, but she stepped back pushing away Brittany’s hands. She felt a sudden pang in her heart. “I don’t feel trapped by you Santana, don’t you get that.”

“You will. Eventually you will grow to resent me, and I can’t have that. You shouldn’t have to deal with this Brittany, your friends were right. Them saying it just made me realise how different our lives are. I have a child, I have responsibilities. Hell, I can’t even afford to take you out to dinner, that’s how pathetic I am.”

“Santana, I don’t care about any of that. I love spending time with you and Sophia, that is when I’m happiest. I could never resent you, how could you think that?” Brittany felt like someone was ripping out her heart, she didn’t want to lose Santana over something stupid like this.

“Maybe I care though, Brittany. Maybe I care about what people think of us. They think I’m using you or they think that I’m trying to tie you down. Everyone at dinner thought that tonight. I don’t want this to feel like that,” Santana sat down and put her head in her hands. “I want you to have the life that you always wanted. You should spend your twenties going out and partying like a normal person, and then some day you should marry someone and decide to have a child, you shouldn’t have to just be stuck with one. I don’t want you to grow to resent me.”

Brittany kneeled down in front of Santana to try and catch her eyes. “I have a daughter, Brittany. Do you know what that means?” She looked up at her. “It means that I don’t have to just protect my own heart. I have to protect hers too.”

“I would never do anything to hurt you, Santana,” Brittany reached for her hands. “I don’t want that life. I want you… I want you to be my girlfriend.”

Santana’s eyes widened in shock. “I want you to be my girlfriend, San. I want to spend days at the park with you and Soph. I want to do normal stuff like go shopping together. I want to have food fights in the kitchen with you. I want us to watch movies together where you both fall asleep on me halfway through. I want to sit in this room with you and watch Sophia draw us, all of us together. I want it all with you. Please give me that chance. Please.” Brittany pulled Santana in for a passionate kiss and as their lips met they crackled with the electricity between them.

Santana smiled into the kiss. “I want it all with you too, Britt,” she whispered onto her lips, before kissing her again. She pulled Brittany’s bottom lip into her mouth and tangled her fingers into her hair causing Brittany to gasp in pleasure.

When they broke apart, Brittany stroked her hand down Santana’s cheeks and across her lips. “God, my girlfriend is so beautiful.”

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It was later that same night when Santana and Brittany were in bed curled up together and trading kisses back and forth that Brittany spoke up.

“I want you to know everything about me, San.”

Santana leaned in and kissed Brittany once more. “I want that too, Britt.”

“I guess, I want you to know why I was so… sad at dinner.”

Santana nodded. “Of course, baby, you can tell me anything.”

Brittany started to tear up. “ I don’t want you to look at me differently though.”

Santana pulled Brittany in closer and let her rest her head on her chest. “I would never, Britt. I’m in this for the long hall, you cannot get rid of me.”

Brittany sniffled and giggled slightly. “Okay, basically, it happened in senior year of high school…”

Brittany was sat in her classroom casually scrolling through her phone when a notification came up. It was an email from Julliard. The email from Julliard. She nervously clicked on it and read the contents.

Dear Brittany S. Pierce,

We are delighted to inform you that you have been accepted for our four-year technical dance course…

“Oh my god!” Brittany jumped up.

“Miss Pierce, please sit down!” her teacher said sternly.

“Oh my god, oh my god!” She jumped up and ran out of the classroom, ignoring the yells of her teacher.

When she got outside she ran around the school to reach the steps. The steps were usually where her friends hung out in between and sometimes during classes. The first person she spotted was Toby, he was trying to get signal on his phone to check his own college acceptances.

“Toby, I got into Julliard!”

He jumped up and pulled her into a bone crushing hug. “No way, Britt. This is huge!”

Phillip got up and patted her on the back. “Congrats, Britt. You deserve it.”

Martin was over in the corner smoking. He flicked his cigarette before stepping on it and walking over to the group. “Well done, babe. I’m so glad that all of you will be following along in your parents boring footsteps and going to college.”

“What else are we supposed to do, man?” Toby looked at Martin pointedly.

“You could come travelling with me. I’m getting the hell out of New York. You’ll have to get your own rooms though. Except you, babe” Martin turned to Brittany. “My bed is always open for you.”

Brittany scoffed at him, and Phillip laughed.

“Whatever, we need to go all out tonight then. There is no more school after today and we need to relax before you all get shipped off to college.” Martin grabbed Toby’s shoulder. “Come on man, you in?”

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“We were just so stupid you know?” Brittany said, fully sobbing. “I mean, Martin had always been an idiot, but I didn’t think that anything bad would happen.”

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Later that night the group of friends met at a park. They had to be picked up there because if any of their parents saw that Martin Powell was driving! They would have never been allowed to go. He had two DUI’s already, though his father had been able to get him out of any real charges. It paid to have a lawyer as a dad.

They each took turns taking drags from the same joint and swapping around the bottle of tequila.

“This is the life,” Martin said, squeezing Brittany’s knee.

“Aren’t we going a bit fast, Marty?” Toby said. “If we get pulled over and the police are involved again, I am fucked.”

“Relax, Toby!” Martin laughed. “Britt likes it when I go fast, don’t you babe?”

He started to move his hand further up her thigh as he accelerated the car. “Martin, back the fuck off! I am not into you like that.”

“Really? I know when a girl is turned on babe. I can see it in your eyes, you want me! I know you like it when I go fast,” he put his foot down on the gas, making the car go faster.

“Marty! Fucking pay attention to the road!” Toby yelled.

“Chill man! I’ve got it!” He turned back to yell at Toby. “I’m trying to get Britt here to admit she wants me. I know you do, babe,” he moved his hands up further, going under her shirt.

Brittany aggressively pushed his hands off at the same time a truck suddenly turned the corner.

It was as though everything happened in slow motion. Martin gripped the steering wheel trying to stop the car from spinning out of control. All Brittany could hear was the sound of the trucks horn and all she could feel was her heart thumping in her chest. She reached out to try and grab onto something but all of a sudden the car smashed into a tree, and everything went black.

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Santana had her hand over her mouth in shock. “The truck came out of nowhere, San, and Martin swears he didn’t see it coming. However, I guess it’s hard to see something coming when you are going one hundred miles an hour.”

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Brittany remembered waking up a few times in the ambulance to people calling her name and flashing lights in her eyes.

She was taken into emergency surgery and had to have an operation on her knee. One of her legs had been trapped when the car hit the tree and it caused a clean break. She also had a few broken ribs, but she didn’t care about that in the moment.

Here dance career was over before it even begun, and she spent the whole night crying out for her mom.

When her parents hadn’t shown up after 14 hours Brittany started to wonder where they were. She asked the nurses and they said they had called her parents hours ago and been told they were coming right in.

It wasn’t until later that night when two police officers showed up in her room that she realised something was really wrong.

“I want my mom. Can you please get me my mom,” she sobbed out.

“Miss Pierce, we are afraid something has happened to your family.”

She felt like her heart had been ripped out of her chest and someone was on the floor stomping on it. All she heard through her tears was “trying to get here” and “their own car crash” and “dead instantly.”

Brittany jumped out of her bead and pushed the police officers out of her room screaming at them to leave her. She collapsed onto the floor sobbing. In one night, everything she loved had been taken away from her and it was all her fault.

Brittany didn’t speak to anybody at the funeral. They didn’t know her parents or sister. They just worked with them. They didn’t really care about her, they felt obligated to come. She didn’t want their empty condolences or pity, she just wanted her family to come back to her.

Brittany didn’t have any close family and it didn’t matter because she could look after herself, she was eighteen. She spent every day in the cold, empty apartment where she had grown up. She slept in her baby sisters bed every single night and cried into her pillow. Her sister, Ashley, had only been seven years old. She had so much of her life left to live.

Brittany couldn’t bear to look at any pictures of her family for eight months after the accident. She didn’t have many left anyway as she had torn the place apart one night after a full bottle of vodka that she had stolen from her parent’s liquor cabinet. She then sat there crying because no one was there to yell at her anymore for getting drunk and it wasn’t even her parents liquor cabinet, it was now technically hers. She spent all night on the floor crying for her family. She just wanted her mom to hold her and tell her it would be okay, she wanted her dad to uncomfortably pat her on the shoulder and then make a silly joke and she wanted her sister to tell her stories like she always did when she was sad.

But she couldn’t have that. She didn’t have anyone.

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Santana looked at the sobbing Brittany and her heart wrenched. No one should ever have to go through something like that. She pulled Brittany into her chest and rocked her as she sobbed. “I don’t have a family anymore,” she cried into Santana’s shoulder. Santana didn’t know how to comfort her, she wasn’t prepared for how awful this was going to be.

Brittany felt guilty for putting all of this onto Santana, but she couldn’t stop crying. She didn’t know how hard it would be to tell Santana about her past and once she opened the floodgates she couldn’t stop them. Santana continued to rock her and whisper over and over again. “You are not alone, you have us. We aren’t going anywhere.”

Brittany fisted Santana’s shirt willing the tears to stop. She couldn’t let Santana see her like this, she didn’t want her to think of her as a burden. Santana had enough on her plate without all of her baggage.

Brittany thought about Jake and what Mike had said about her needing to be open with Santana. Jake hadn’t been in the car accident with her and her friends. He didn’t go to the same school. Brittany shut him out after her family died no wonder he didn’t come to the funeral. Brittany willed herself to stop her tears, but her brain wouldn’t listen. She suddenly felt a small pull on her shirt.

“Britty, cry?”

Santana looked at her tiny daughter. “Brittany will be okay, Soph, don’t worry.”

“No mama! Britty cry?”

Brittany lifted her head off of Santana’s chest and reached around to grab Sophia pulling her in between them.

Sophia put her hands on Brittany’s face and looked into her bloodshot eyes. “Why cry, Britty?”

“I’m just sad, Soph,” she didn’t want to tell Sophia something she wouldn’t understand but Santana nodded her head to Brittany as though to tell her that Sophia would be fine knowing. “My whole family died in a car accident a few years ago,” she sighed.

“Your mama?” Sophia questioned and Brittany nodded. “Your daddy?” Sophia looked curious as Brittany started crying again.

Santana pulled her tiny daughter down to lay between her and Brittany before wrapping her arm around them both. Sophia looked again at her. “S’okay, Britty. Mama and me be your family.”

Brittany looked at the little girl and kissed her on the forehead before bursting into tears again.

Santana was lost for what to do. She didn’t want to upset Brittany any further so she just pulled them both in, hoping that Brittany would feel protected and safe in her embrace.

[the-navistar-carol]

who is an OC that is near and dear to your heart? What is their story?

The obvious answer that everyone would know would be Kelly “Vacay” Savannah, because she’s the main character of “Aftershocks” and there’s a fairly good chance people would know who I’m talking about. However, the obvious answer is wrong.

Long post ahead lmfao, this is your fair warning.

I will elaborate on any of these characters if someone asks.

From an old writing project I scrapped, the dragon princess Birch and her half-demon girlfriend Twilight mean so much to me. They’re the epitome of crossing every border of perception. Erika Heiden, the woman who grew to love a power that was forced upon her, the one became a storm incarnate — Alessia Rybak, the illusionist who turned from Cold War Soviet spy to an underworld-famous one of six, protecting instead of endangering.

Sakura Arai, the writer who gained her confidence, and Daiyu Cheung, the one who was forced to learn power wasn’t everything.

From the Miraculous RP server, Valérie Levi, for who she became. She was me, in the most human and fulfilling sense of the word, and if she could rise to greatness, I could, too. Jamie Lee, my outstretched hand to every fallen friend, was my reassurance that my actions mattered. Eva Sepal, my self-loathing, became a better person, though that rocky road never let up. She had friends, at the end of it all. Friends who would help. Kacie Lee, my naïvete, was my reassurance that just because I didn’t know something — it didn’t mean I was any less off for it.

To Aidan Fierro, who did his best with what he had; to Nagihiko Fujisaki, who was loyalty in a way very few can be; to Colin Strami, whose patience could outlast the world; to Victor Guzman, whose anxiety was never taken as a joke; to Tina Zaipe, whose trauma was taken seriously.

From my own private and unpublished Star Wars writing projects, Jeena Tika, for standing her ground. Jamille Klaskoll, for pursuing what — and who — she wanted, even in the depths of it all. To Shaari Sandspear, whose occupation as a seamstress became a silent cry for rebellion against slave-masters. To Silja Sykemi, the Clawdite spy who, somehow, managed to juggle optimism, too. I have some snippets that I might post on Ao3.

From my Star Wars RP server set in the Clone Wars, I love Nima Choko wholeheartedly. Nima, whose epithet became one of the matched "Twin Suns," who refused to let a war dictate who she was -- Jedi or General. To Nol Solga, the Shadow who did not lose himself to the Dark inherent to his profession. To Indali Solimar, the Jedi Initiate who has not overcome her fear over her own abilities but gets up anyway. To Luviel Homa, the inexperienced Senator who used connections available to her friends as her own. To Karis Stoclo, she who was taken from her family but made herself a new one. Pix Mitraza, the man who believes himself as no better than his profession -- a headhunter -- and does good anyway. To Bracer, Livewire, Lock, and Burner: clone soldiers, copies by nature, but each all irrevocably different. And Jhati Jessot, the woman who never should have had to become who she is, but also the woman who will make the world her own.

For Aftershocks 'verse, I love Kelly "Vacay" Savannah for how she loves -- without question or doubt. I love Marisol "Floodgate" Carter for how I wish I could do what she does in how she refuses to stand for anything less than her own standards. For Ezekiel "Twister" Morris, when he appears, for being more than his past mistakes.

I could go on about more characters than just these.

But they are all me, when it matters.

[lesblizzard-ultradyke]

JENNIFER SCHECTER APOLOGIST #1 UNDER THE CUT (YOU WERE WARNED) (it also probably unreadable because I can't put my thoughts to words without it becoming a word salad because my head is a thought salad)

i can't believe people are actually saying that jenny becoming so awful was weird and unexpected when in season 1 she starts questioning her sexuality and have an affair with marina and she starts lying all the time and then it ruins the "stable" life she had before and in the worst way possible

and in season 2 she tries her best to find her way and fix her life but at the same time this teacher of hers is really making her go into the backs of her mind and she starts reliving her past, then Carmen starts dating her just to make Shane jealous and leaves her heartbroken AND then she founds out that this fucking dude, who she trusted, had cameras all over their house, including bedrooms and bathroom, which brings her back to the past in which she was sexually assaulted, so then she starts stripping herself infront of men because, from her words, it makes her feel better when she's the one who controls when and how men sexualise her, and she tells shane that she knows something fucked her up when she was a child but she's not sure if her memories are real and in the end of a season she cuts herself and is sent to the clinic back in Illinois.

then in season 3 she comes back and although she doesn't cut herself anymore, it's obvious that being back home and in the clinic didn't help her at all. we find out that she was actually raped when she was a child and her family chose to ignore it and didn't acknowledge her being raped, that this fact lead her to lying all the time and that her family is very traditional and women are treated as housemaids. then she writes this Lez Girls story and being a successful author becomes her whole personality and I think maybe in some way it was her way to hide from others and from herself the fact that she is still not alright.

and then in S4 jenny she meets the columnist and end up trusting her and opens up to her about her past a little and then finds out that this columnist wrote a negative review on her story using things she told her, and she wants to prove her point she starts lying to the girlfriend of a columnist, who's a veterinarian, creates a fake personality and pretends to be a sad owner of an old dying dog, to get closer to this veterinarian gf BUT she ends up actually catching feelings for her and she realises how awful she is and that she is in fact a liar how everyone made her feel in childhood. and instead of trying to do something about it she just accept it and becomes more and more manipulative

then in season 5 Adele steals her movie, her whole personality AND her and Niki's private sex tape and threatens that she will send it to media if she's not promoted to director. jenny ends up losing everything she had in her life again and she doesn't have this "successful author" or "successful director" title anymore and when she's trying to do something about it the only one who stands by her side is shane. then she realises that she's in love with shane and just when she did, shane and niki fuck and she feels like even the last person she had turned her back on her.

in season six she makes up with shane and they start this relationship which I think were never about love from neither of them but like. their mental problems. jenny hides molly's letter to shane and tries to control her because she's just afraid to lose the only one who doesn't hate her.

I think she lost it in season six completely after she stole Alice's idea just so she can make herself the successful author again but instead of admitting it to Alice she lies again and it makes Alice hate her and her friends become annoyed by the way their conflict devided their friend group, and she just doesn't stop lying and making people around her hate her. I think she was self aware all the time and even before Tina and Bette decided to move out, she already knew she wants to end it all and she knew that the film she made with all of their friends on it, was her last gift not only to Bette and Tina but to all of them, this is why she tried SO hard to make it. and then she kills herself.

I think it all make sense, her whole childhood people around her call her a liar for trying to get help after sexual assault, then as an adult she just can't stop lying and it leads her to insanity that actually they were right about her and she's a liar and she's no longer a likeable person so she commits suicide. I wonder if there were ways for her to actually get better. jennifer schecter my beloved :(

[hugmetightlyx]

a little girl crazy

pairing: lip gallagher x fem!reader

posted on March 6th

@wolffininthestars asked: Prompt 30 lose your sanity for a girl. Female reader and Lip Gallagher! Basically, Lip goes girl crazy over reader, and Fiona or Ian snaps him back to reality.

30

“I didn’t think you were the type to lose your sanity for a girl”

“I didn’t either”

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note from xe: I'm not entirely sure I did this prompt and request justice but I really hope you enjoy it, babes. I also ended up writing it off more like teasing than snapping him back to reality because I apparently couldn't read when I began writing this, I'm sorry.

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summary: Fiona and Ian take notice of Lip's newfound.. cheesiness

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“Since when are you girl crazy?” Fiona’s words cut off Lip telling Ian his plans for the day,

All of which consisted of the pretty girl that had been coming around lately.

“What?” confusion written all over Lip’s face as Ian laughed.

“I’m not fuckin’ girl-crazy,”

“Dude, all morning you’ve been going on and on about how you’re gonna do all these sweet things for Y/n today because of how horrible her week has gone, you’re a little girl crazy!” Ian said, causing Fiona to nod in agreement as she took a seat at the kitchen table.

And as much as Lip wanted to argue, they weren’t entirely wrong.

The past few weeks have been the beginning of Y/n’s and Lip’s relationship, having been on and off best friends since right after Lip graduated high school.

He almost felt the need to make up for lost time, and as much as he hated the cliché coupley shit, he had begun going out of his way some days to drop off flowers at Y/n’s work or apartment just to see her eyes light up when he handed them to her.

Lip had begun giving her a little extra attention when she had bad days and getting a lot more comfortable at her apartment than he usually is.

That and a handful of other things that’s way out of the usual territory for Lip.

It was even a little shocking for Y/n, I mean, she was enjoying it and was extremely grateful about the man’s effort but she had watched him be a boyfriend to other women plenty of times.

Whether they had been a casual hookup to him or an actual girlfriend Y/n had never actually seen him be so,

Cheesy

Lip’s love language was actions, things like doing the dishes so that you don’t have to worry about them later, putting on your favorite movie when you aren’t looking to put you in a better mood. He wasn’t the type to buy you flowers and chocolates.

Again, not that she was complaining.

“Okay, so maybe I have been putting in some more effort for Y/n, so what?” Lip said, getting up from the table and making his way towards the fridge.

“We’ve known each other for this long and I’m only just now getting my shit together, I kind of owe it to her,” Lip continued as he grabbed a soda, finally looking back at his two siblings.

“You sure it’s just that, Lip?” Fiona teased, a knowing smile on her face.

“What do you mean, Fiona?” Lip asked, glaring at his older sister when she let out a laugh.

“You’re in loooove” She sang, causing Ian to laugh as he stood from the table.

“I didn’t think you were the type to lose your sanity for a girl, Lip” Ian teased as he began walking up the stairs.

“I didn’t either,” Lip mumbled, barely above a whisper before he excused himself to go to work, discarding the barely touched soda as he walked out the back door.

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“Y/n, your man’s in the front!” Y/n heard her coworker Tina call from the door of the small kitchen,

“I’ll be out in a minute!” Y/n grabbed the tray of plates before making her way out to the front of the small diner, glancing at a Lip with a smile before focusing on the table she was bringing food to.

“Hey,” Lip said, watching the girl finally slide into the seat next to him after letting her manager know she was taking her break.

“Hi,” the smile on Y/n’s glossed lips showed just how happy she had been to finally see the boy after nearly a week without more than just a quick hello and goodbye kiss.

“Are you still free tonight?” Lip asked, smiling back at his girlfriend as she adjusted the rings on her fingers.

“Uh, no, I don’t think so, Pretty sure my boyfriend has plans for us,” Y/n joked, shrugging as she made a fake sympathetic look towards Lip.

He laughed, shaking his head before responding,

“Ya know what Ian said today?”

“What’d he say?” The way she inched closer urged Lip to go on,

“He told me I was going girl crazy over you,” a smile spread across Y/n’s face.

“Hm, do you agree?”

“Yeah, I do, you’re worth goin’ a little girl crazy over, though,”

[iheartcake123]

☁️obvious-steve harrington☁️

a/n: this isn’t the best but i have better ones currently in the making so please bare with me lmao also im currently watching season 4 and all im going to say is im working on some eddie munson fics so keep an eye out ig👀

warnings: none

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summary: your feelings for steve harrington are obvious to everyone but him

“well clearly im not good enough because she’d rather be with jonathon byers than with me” steve sighed as he looked out of his car window.

“steve. she was drunk, she probably didn’t mean any of it..just let it be” you explained turning your head to look at him.

“i can’t just let it be! i love her and she called our entire relationship bullshit”

“you know what nancy has been through, especially with barbara. just before doing anything think about it, okay?”

steve let out a loud sigh as he nodded his head.

“yeah i can do that” he pat his car wheel enthusiastically before opening the door and getting out of the car.

you closely followed and before you knew it you were walking with steve to your first period.

you couldn’t help but be in a daze as you were sat in your lessons throughout the day. deep down you felt bad that steve and nancy were having some relationship issues but a part of you was glad that it was happening. this is because of your lifetime crush you’ve had on steve since a child.

you thought you’d made it obvious you liked him all these years but it nothing happened. steve never seemed to reciprocate the feelings so, eventually when him and nancy became girlfriend and boyfriend, you hid your feelings for the sake of their relationship.

“earth to y/n!” tina clicked her fingers in front of your face causing you snap out of a daydream.

“huh? yeah?” you smiled paying your full attention to your friends.

“too busy thinking about your crush on harrington?” tina teased and you rolled your eyes.

“ugh never, he’s just a friend”

“right, just a friend who you’re in love with…anyway are you coming with us? we’re going shopping after the school day ends”

“whatever and um..actually i have a lot of homework to catch up on tonight but definitely next time”

in a rush, you hastily looked around for steve. you noticed him in his car and without saying a word you ditched your other friends and walked up to steve’ car. when you knocked on the window he of course, unlocked the door and you got into the passenger’s seat.

“so i’m thinking your conversation with nancy didn’t go too well?” you examined steve’ facial expressions.

“it was the worst. nancy…she doesn’t” steve then took a long pause “she doesn’t love me”

“im sure that’s not true, she’s just confused about everything right now and just needs some space. it will be okay” you tried to reassure steve but it didn’t seem to work that well.

“look, i don’t even know why i talk to you about any of this. it’s not like you can even relate with your perfect little dating life, god you’re probably having fun watching my relationship break down” steve suddenly snapped at you.

“excuse me? you can’t be serious.” you stared at steve in disbelief.

“you heard me! you’re probably glad all of this is happening to me, you never liked the fact i was with nancy so why wouldn’t you be happy about all of this”

with a dry chuckle you opened the car door.

“fuck you steve.” you said sticking your middle finger up before getting out of the car and slamming the door behind you.

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“i said i was sorry” steve said as you walked with him and dustin throwing pieces of meat on the floor.

“sorry doesn’t cut it asshole. just stop talking and let’s find this cat murderer” you shot a glare at him before walking ahead of him.

“dart isn’t a cat murderer!” dustin defended the creature.

“well your cat is dead isn’t it? and dart killed your cat. so yeah sorry to break it to you but he’s a cat murderer” you told dustin.

“when you put it that way, it obviously sounds bad” dustin looked at the ground “let’s just get to this junkyard and figure this all out”

after arriving at the junkyard and boarding up the old school bus, everyone sat inside the bus waiting for dart to arrive.

“so you really fought one of those things before?” max asked steve who nodded while flicking his lighter on and off “and you’re like totally 100% sure it wasn’t a bear?”

“shit. don’t be an idiot okay? it wasn’t a bear” dustin fired back at her “ why are you even here if you don’t believe us? just go home”

“geesh, someone’s cranky. past your bedtime?” max stood up and down walked up the ladder to the top of the bus.

“that was a little harsh, don’t you think?” you looked at dustin who was pacing back and forth.

“what he did was good, keep showing her that you don’t care” steve had an amused smile on his face.

“i don’t” dustin paused to look at steve who winked at him “why are you winking, steve? stop.”

“let me guess you gave dustin some bullshit advice about how acting like you don’t care draws girls in?” you turned to steve who shrugged “real nice steve. you’re just so great with understanding girls and their feelings-”

you stop mid sentence after hearing a loud growl which caused you to immediately look out the window.

“lucas, what’s going on?!” dustin called out to lucas on the roof.

“i’ve got eyes, 10 o’clock!” he yelled and you noticed the figure of the creature.

“there” steve pointed.

“what’s he doing?” dustin questioned and you took a deep breath in.

“why isn’t he taking the bait?” you questioned as dart stood in one place not going anywhere near the bait.

“maybe he’s not hungry” dustin suggested but steve shook his head.

“maybe he’s sick of cow” steve took a step back from the window and walked towards the bus door.

“steve? steve, what are you doing? steve?” dustin worriedly questioned as you raised an eyebrow at whatever steve was about to do.

“you’re not seriously thinking of going out there?” you said in disbelief “that’s suicide, you can’t go. as much as im annoyed at you right now, i don’t want you to die!”

steve took a deep breath in before throwing you his lighter “just get ready”

before you could protest, steve had already opened the door and stepped off of the school bus. he held his baseball bat with nails up as he called for the dema-dog to come out. your heart was beating fast and the second your eyes shifted, you saw another one.

instantly, you ran and opened the bus door.

“steve run!” you yelled as dustin also came to the door.

“abort! abort!” dustin yelled too as steve ran as fast as he could towards the bus again.

once he got onto the bus, you slammed the door shut and covered it with a piece of metal to stop the dema-dogs from entering while steve held it with his legs. not long after, one of them had gotten its arm through and steve had began hitting it his bat.

“come on guys, get away from the windows” you quickly told the three younger kids as you pushed them behind you as you grabbed a crow bar to help steve by the door.

just as you were done helping steve, max let out a scream causing steve to jump up and attempt to hit the dema-dog. but, before being able to do that, it suddenly left.

“what just happened?” lucas asked.

“maybe steve scared them away?” dustin answered.

“no. no way, they’re going somewhere” steve stepped off the bus with you and the three younger kids following him.

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“shouldn’t you be helping guard the house?” dustin asked and you shook your head.

“yeah, im just taking a minute because unlike everyone else here im not strong. im a coward” you frowned holding back tears.

“holy shit, you? a coward? you literally helped steve save our asses out by the old junkyard. you may not believe it but you are far from a coward. at least not in that aspect” dustin stood in front of you now.

“thanks, but what do you mean? at least not in what aspect?” you raised an eyebrow.

dustin sighed before peering over your shoulder and gesturing for you to move into a corner with him.

“i mean you’re a coward for not telling steve you like him” dustin said once you were both in the corner.

your eyes widened but you pretended to act oblivious.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about” you shrugged causing dustin to groan.

“seriously? i’ve seen the way you look at him, why don’t you just be honest with him about your feelings? it’s not like he’s with nancy anymore”

“is it that obvious?” you sighed in defeat.

with a nod, dustin placed a hand on your shoulder “ it’s obvious to everyone except him. now good luck with telling him how you feel” he then quickly walked off.

“what? dustin come back here!” you called to him but instead steve appeared in front of you.

“um dustin said you wanted to speak with me? something about what happened earlier and stuff?” steve asked with his hands in his pockets.

with a deep breath you nodded.

“yeah, uh there something i want to tell you” you gulped debating if you should continue with the conversation.

“okay…is everything okay?” steve looked at you with concern.

“yeah totally, forget it. it’s not important” you brushed the conversation off and tried to walk away.

“y/n is in love with you steve but you’re too stupid to realise” dustin suddenly said loudly which caused you to pause in your tracks.

he really just exposed you.

“what? is that true?” steve questioned you and you had to calm yourself down by not looking at him.

why were you suddenly so nervous?

“are you actually in love with me?” he said in a quiet voice and you only nodded your head.

“when did you start having those feelings?” he also asked.

“since we were kids” you whispered still unable to look at him.

“holy shit…for that long? but why didn’t you say something? i could’ve returned those feelings back”

“im not going to beg for you to like me back, you can’t just force feelings for me. you love who you love and im just not one of them”

you finally looked at steve and he looked taken aback.

“you are though, you’re someone i love” he tried to make you feel better.

“i know, but it will only ever be as a friend to you” you sent him a small smile and steve let out a sigh.

“that’s the thing though..it’s probably more than a friend, that’s why i got so defensive when you kept giving me advice. because deep down i guess i wanted you to show me some sign that you liked me in some way…it’s messed up when you think about it really” he admitted leaning against a wall.

“oh” you didn’t know how to react to what he said.

“yeah..i mean if you’re okay with it, maybe we could give the whole dating thing a chance? after we help save the world and whatever” steve reached his hand forward to hold your hand.

“i’d like that, a lot” you relaxed and let him hold your hand as you let out a smile which steve gladly returned.

“i want to give you a kiss..can i give you a kiss?” steve suddenly asked you while stepping forward.

with a nod you leaned in and steve did the same. just as your lips were about to meet a voice immediately interrupted you both.

“finally you both confessed! now that’s all over can we now focus on saving the god damn world?” dustin abruptly yelled walking into view, breaking the moment up which caused you to let out a chuckle because of steve’ facial expression.

“wait..i wasn’t interrupting anything here ,right?” dustin froze when he realised you and steve suspiciously close.

“nope, nothing. you just have the best timing and everything” steve sarcastically answered before going up to dustin and swinging an arm over his shoulder.

dustin side-eyed steve as steve pulled him close with a solid grip.

“now let’s have a conversation about interrupting adults” steve grinned at dustin who gulped.

“uh, y/n..a little help?” he tried to turn to you but steve wouldn’t let him.

“sorry dustin, you’re on your own for this one” you held back a laugh as steve dragged dustin to another room.