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2knightt · 7 months

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「 tell me about it, stud. 」

IN WHICH—you’re sandy and he’s danny!♡ ໋֢ 👒✧

🍵ヾFT. J.C, D.W, PB.C, SP.C!࿐ྀུ ♡

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Johnny Cade ;

you met johnny during summer. you were at the beach and he looked lost, darting his head all around as if he was just teleported there.

you walked up to him, tapping him on the shoulder.

"you alright?"

johnny stuttered nonsense, unable to speak as he whipped his head around to look at you. his lips parted slightly as he looked you up and down, his head moving along with his eyes.

you chuckled awkwardly, crossing your arms as you tried to signal him to answer your question.

“oh. ye-yeah, totally. i, uhm… you’re really pretty.”

he mumbled the last part, rubbing his neck as he kicked the sand. he avoided making eye contact with you, either nervous or embarrassed. probably both.

johnny didn’t even mean to say it out loud. now he just looks like a bumbling idiot instead of a cool greaser. he sighed, biting the inside of his cheek.

you laugh quietly, saying a quick ‘thank you,’ before extending a hand out towards him.

“i’m y/n.”

“…johnny cade.”

he said it so hushed you almost thought his name was ‘johnnycake.’ he took your hand in his, shaking it.

and that’s how you met the greaser that took up your whole summer.

your friends gasp, giggling like school girls as they pretend to fan themselves off.

“did you get his number?”

“was he cute?”

“tell me more!”

johnny sighs as sodapop and dallas pressed him for more information on his soc girl he apparently had a whole lotta fun with.

two-bit was laughing like he didn’t believe it, ponyboy looked suspicious, steve was rolling his eyes right next to darry.

“did ya get very far?”

dallas teases, laughing as he grins like a cat. soda bursts out laughing, slapping his knee.

“can it, dal.”

johnny grumbled, crossing his arms as he huffs.

two-bit leans forward towards his friend, snickering. ponyboy and steve follow his actions, elbows on their shoulders.

“well, tell me more, johnnycakes!”

“yeah, tell us more, loverboy.”

Dallas Winston ;

“y/n?!”

“dallas?!”

you shout, you were both shocked. well—maybe you were a little more scared than anything.

you were just talking about him to your friends and he just shows up outta nowhere?!

dallas would be lying if he said he didn’t feel a little giddy at the sight of you, smiling ever so slightly.

after the summer the two of you had, how could he not be excited to see you again?

you rush to the bleachers, basically running up the stairs as your friends follow closely behind.

you stand infront of him, a seat down. dallas looks down at you, nervous on how he was gonna approach the situation.

“wha-what’re you doin’ here?! i-i thought you were leavin’ tulsa!”

“we had a change of plans!”

dallas shoves his hands in his pockets as he jumps down to be on the same level as you.

you grin, practically jumping. dallas was smiling, ear to ear as he looked you up and down.

he looked happy seeing you, a genuine smile on his face until he glances over to his friends. but that smile quickly faded, realizing he was still with his friends. he fixed his jacket, making the collar stand up.

“that’s cool, baby. rock n’ roll.”

you furrow your brows, wondering who this guy was. was this seriously the dallas winston you spent all your time with?

“you sure this him?”

a friend of yours asks, whispering in your ear as she glares at his own gang of buddies.

you look over to her, back to dallas, then back to her. you shrug, turning around. you were getting ready to leave before you felt a hand on your wrist, stopping you from moving.

dallas puts something in your hand, closing it himself. he rests his hand ontop of yours, staring at you.

you got a little nervous the longer he stared, clearing your throat so he’d stop.

dallas couldn’t believe what he was seeing. you were beautiful during the summer and you’re even more beautiful now. he didn’t realize how creepy he looked until you coughed.

“it was nice seein’ you again, doll.”

he mumbled before rushing to his friends as they whistle and cheer.

you chuckle, walking off the bleachers. you open your hand, seeing a cigarette with a ring wrapped around it. you had told him you don’t smoke all that much, what a dunce.

is what you thought until you looked closer, seeing a phone number written into it. you grin, putting the ring on and placing the cigarette in your pocket.

Ponyboy Curtis ;

you two had been seeing each other for awhile, had a thing going on since summer.

met at the beach when he was with some smaller, tanned, sad looking kid. you thought he was the cutest boy there and went up to him.

when he saw you walking towards him, he felt his heart begin to race. he knew he seemed like a loser talking to you, feeling like an imposter wearing all that hair grease.

ponyboy and you were at this dinner, eating a shared ice cream sundae. you had your menus covering the two of you, just incase somebody saw.

you two were very different at first glance. he had a sweatshirt with the sleeves ripped off, dirty jeans, and greasy hair. you had your clothes freshly ironed, hair done just right, and didn’t smell like gasoline because of your brother.

the both of you were giggling like school girls, talking about everyone and everything.

ponyboy opened his mouth to speak until the menus were suddenly tossed off to the side by three people. by the reaction pony had, you can only assume he knew the guys.

“sharin’ a sundae already? tsk, tsk, tsk.”

one of them teased with a thick new york accent. you can guess this is dallas winston.

“wow, pony. must really like ‘er, huh?”

he was shirtless and had his sleeves ripped off his shirt too. it looked like a work uniform, the hat he was wearing confirming your suspicions.

“cut it out, steve.”

pony grumbles, crossing his arms as he leans back into the chair. you look at the only one that hasn’t spoken yet, smiling at him.

ponyboy gives him a sad excuse for a smile. it suddenly clicks in your head, that’s pony’s brother, right? sodapop? now that you’re looking at him, you don’t know what ponyboy was talking about. they do look alike—but you think pony’s cuter than he is.

“gonna get married?”

the two of them laugh, holding their stomachs as they stumble back. dallas slams his hands on the table, looking at you. he looks back to ponyboy, grinning.

pony’s eyebrows furrow as he glares at his friend. he rolls his eyes, kissing his teeth in annoyance.

“so, who’s you?”

“she’s real pretty pony, how’d you get her?”

“must’ve bribed her or somethin’.”

ponyboy groans, hiding his face in his hands. you chuckle, almost entertained with everything they’re saying.

“can you guys just leave us alone?”

dallas shakes his head no, mumbling a quiet, ‘nah,’ as steve follows his actions. soda looks at ponyboy with sympathy in his eyes before smacking steve’s shoulder, pushing him towards the door. dallas follows quickly behind.

the three of them leave, but not before teasing the poor boy, leaving him a blushing mess.

“i am so sorry, y/n.”

“it’s fine, really!”

the rest of the time, he kept on apologizing. you enjoyed the sundae by yourself due to ponyboy being a blushing, embarrassed, and angry mess the rest of the time.

Sodapop Curtis ;

it was the end of the school year and your school somehow racked up the money to get a mini little fair.

you and your friends walking around as you were eyeing the ferris wheel. you tried to cox each of your friends to join you on the ride and each turning you down.

you huffed, snarling after your 5th rejection to go have fun. you cross your arms, visibly annoyed. out of pettiness, you walk off to a stand.

two people were throwing pies at their friends, four others were throwing bean bags at bowling pins. you spaced out, thinking about god knows what. shit, you didn’t even know what was so important.

someone tapped on the right side of your shoulder, so you turned your head, trying to see.

“hey, sugar.”

you hear in a hushed voice from your left side. you whip your head around, meeting sodapops gaze. you blink, shocked a little.

“soda?”

“yeah! didn’t think you’d remember me.”

he smiled, his eyes shinning ever so slightly. he jumps infront of you, looking nervous. he looks you up and down before letting out a sigh, full of admiration.

you met sodapop during the summer. it was supposed to be a summer fling, something every high school kid wants.

soda treated you real well. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss him. soda would be lying if he said he didn’t lay awake at night thinking of your memories together.

“how couldn’t i?”

you ask, chuckling lightly. you tilt your head, grinning. as the two awkward teenagers you are, you stood in silence.

you shifted your weight from the tips of your toes to your heels. you looked down, eyes shifting around. you looked up, noticing his eyes didn’t move an inch.

“so…you wanna go on the ferris wheel with me?”

you ask, trying to fill the silence. soda grins, a special shine in his eye at the mention of the ride. a strand of honey-brown hair fell over his face as he nodded.

“yeah. sounds real fun.”

soda grabs your hand, rushing you towards the line to get onto the ferris wheel. the two of you stand in line, joking, laughing, giggling.

soda never let go of your hand, even when the both of you enter the cart. you sat down, extending your body out the small little window to look down. you see your friends, standing in line to another ride.

you felt soda’s hand snake around your waist, a gentle but a firm grip. he held you like he was afraid you were gonna fall out of the cart.

when you two reach the top, you lean back into the seat, the cold plastic still making you shiver, even with a leather jacket on. sure, it wasn’t the best jacket when you’re on a ferris wheel. but how were you supposed to know?

hell, leather jackets weren’t even your style! you’ve never worn anything like this. it’s only natural you don’t know.

soda wrapped an arm around your torso, pulling you closer. he noticed your shiver and he felt bad. he wanted to offer his jacket but the words just couldn’t seem to leave his lips.

you looked up at the sky, a small smile creeping onto your face as you get an odd sense of comfort from it. it was a clear blue, fluffy clouds appearing every now and then. one looked like a chicken.

“it’s real pretty, ain’t it, soda?”

you mumble, your eyes scanning the sky for anymore funny looking clouds. you sighed, your once tense shoulders relaxing.

“yeah, real pretty.”

sodapop says quietly. he lied, though. he wasn’t really looking at the sky. he’s glancing everywhere—but the sky, everywhere but the ground. he’s not looking anywhere, expect at you.

you ain’t never worn a leather jacket. you never smelled like smoke, you never done anything like this. soda’d be lying if he said you weren’t a sight for sore eyes.

#2knightt #grease referencesss🙈🙈#the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #johnny cade x reader #johnny cade imagine #dallas winston x reader #dallas winston imagine #ponyboy curtis x reader #ponyboy x reader #ponyboy curtis imagine #sodapop x reader #sodapop curtis x reader #sodapop imagine #dallas winston is soooooo danny zuko coded #i WAS gonna do this with the other gang members but #like #im gatekeeping their parts

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chloeillustrates16 · 1 year

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hopelessly devoted

Summary: Danny had been crushing on Y/n since they started high school, when he finally told her, he was over the moon when she agreed to a date.

Warnings: swearing, NSFW, adult themes, based of GREASE (1978), p n v, Oral female reeving,

Pairing: Danny Zuko x Fem! Reader

Y/n is no girl Danny's ever seen before, she's absolutely different compared to the rest of the girls that went to Randell High School. She didn't care about skirts or frilly dresses; she got her hands dirty while looking gorgeous at that. Danny was head over heels.

He was at lunch with Kenickie, Soony, Doody, and Putzie.

"Guys, she's just, ugh!" Danny said, trying to get them to understand where he was coming from. "She just effortlessly gorgeous," he finished.

"Man, really sounds like you're in love with this girl," Kenickie commented, smothering his cigarette against his boot.

"Hey, hey, maybe you should get her to, ya know..." Danny glared at Soony,

"Is that really all you think about?"

"You bet!" Kenickie shoved him away before turned back towards Danny,

"Look, here she comes!"

"Stupid skirts," Y/n groaned, Frenchie wasn't too far.

"Well, my suggestion is to wear shorts under your shirts so don't feel so exposed," she explained.

"You think that's a good idea?"

"Uh-huh, Rizzo did it all the time when were in the 7th grade, I did it too when I was younger. My daddy always told me to because boys were gross," she explained.

"Heh, they are," Y/n agreed. There was one boy that she could never think that about and that was Danny Zuko, he was something she couldn't explain.

"Hey, Y/n are you all right?" Frenchie asked, noticing Y/n dozing off into space.

"Uh, oh yeah, Frenchie, I'm fine."

"Are you sure? You were all up in the clouds," she explained. Y/n only nodded before glancing at the bleachers where Danny was staring at her. She gave him a wave and soft smile before continuing down the path with Frenchie.

Danny watched until they were out of view, "She's just...too good for me."

"Huh?" Kenickie, Doody, Soony, and Putzie exclaimed.

"What do you mean she's too good for ya?" Doody asked confused.

"Y/n is...Y/n and I'm...me, she's too good for me."

"That's why you make her worse!" Soony concluded.

"No," Kenickie shoved him slightly. "Danny, you and I have been friends for a long time. Y/n, she's the best for you, believe me!"

"I do, I really do but she'll never say yes to a date with me."

"Well, you never know until you ask her," Putzie pointed out. Danny glanced back in the direction where Y/n and Frenchie had left,

"You know what, you're right!" he smiled, "I got this!'

"Yeah, you do!" Kenickie encouraged as Danny headed down the bleachers. There is one spot where they would be and that's with the other Pinks. He came up to them,

"Hey, ladies," he said as nonchalantly as he could. Stuffing his hands in his pockets; Y/n glanced up a smiled,

"Hey, Danny, what's up?" Marty asked, Danny shrugged.

"Nothing much; hey, Y/n, can I talk to you?"

"Sure, what about?"

"Um...it's more of a just you and me conversation, if that's alright," she nodded and followed him away from the lunch tables. Danny spun around to face her,

"Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, yeah. I uh...wanted to ask if you would like to go and get a bite with me tonight?"

"Like a date?"

"If that's what you want then sure, why not?" Y/n paused for a moment; Danny felt like he was sweating buckets.

"Sure," she smiled. Danny almost let out a sigh of relief when Y/n put her hand up, "You have to meet my parents first, is that okay?" Danny glanced over and saw that no one was watching so he nodded,

"Yeah, that's okay. I pick you up at five?"

"See you," she began to walk away.

"See ya," he whispered under his breath. When she was out of ear shot, he screamed to the sky. Kenickie, Doody, Soony, and Putzie emerged from their hiding places. Kenickie slightly lifted Danny off his feet.

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Danny stood outside Y/n's house; he knocked a few times before the door opened. A woman that looked a lot like Y/n but older opened the door, "You must be Danny, come in," she greeted. The woman let Danny in the house as he looked around, "Y/n, your date is here!"

"One moment!" Y/n called from upstairs, Danny turned and was now facing her father.

Alright, Danny don't mess this up.

"Hi, Mr. L/n, I'm Danny Zuko."

"I've heard about you, you're taking my daughter out, where?"

"Well, I was hoping that we could go to the diner in town and catch a movie at the drive-in." The older man nodded before speaking,

"Bring her home no later than midnight, understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"No funny business!"

"Yes, sir."

Y/n emerged from upstairs, "Dad, stop scaring him." Danny turned around and he felt his jaw drop, Y/n was wearing jeans with a long-sleeved blouse.

"Are you ready?" Danny asked, feeling the glares of her father behind his back.

"Uh-huh," she followed him out the house.

"Use protection!" her mother yelled, causing Y/n to blush in embarrassment.

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Danny and Y/n were at the movies; the diner was a bit packed but nice since Danny and Y/n were up at the top and no one else was.

Danny had his arm wrapped around Y/n's shoulders; she leaned her head against his shoulder. "Danny," she whispered. "I had a lot of fun tonight," he smiled.

"I did too, baby," he turned towards her. He paused glancing down, her breast right at the best angle. Danny soon felt his jacket being tugged on as his lips were met with Y/n's. "Fuck, Y/n."

"Danny," she whispered.

Y/n tugged on Danny's shirt; he quickly tore it off his body throwing it in the back. He ran his hand down her chest to the rim of her shirt, pulling it over her head.

"Do you have a condom?"

"Uh-huh," his voice muffled against her mouth as he continued to pull at her clothes. "Baby, let me see," he groaned. He pulled away, her hair was disheveled; he glanced down pulling at her bra, managing to unclasp the back and pull it off her.

"Danny," she whispered. He glanced up, seeing the nervousness across her face.

"Don't worry, Baby, nothing is going to happen, promise," he kissed her cheek.

He tugged on his jeans while simultaneously kicking off his shoes. Danny lifted her hips, so he rubbed against her, she moaned, gripping his shoulders as her nails dug into them.

"Baby, you're driving me crazy," he moaned as he slipped the condom on and shoved himself into her.

"Danny!"

"Fuck, fuck," he hit her neck trying to silence himself which caused her to moan more. He thrusts began to pick up as Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him back into a harsh kiss. "you're so beautiful," he moaned. "Fuck, Y/n, I love you."

"I love you too, Danny," he looked up at her. He smirked leaning his head against her shoulder and continued to thrust into her. "I need you," she whispered.

"You can have me, have all of me."

"Y/n," he groaned as seed filled the condom. She whined as he pulled out, "Let me help." She nodded as he tossed the condom out the window and lifted Y/n's legs, so her vagina met his face. "You sure you want to do this?"

"Yes," she agreed.

"Okay, if it gets too much just say stop, okay?" she nodded. Danny shoved himself in, Y/n screamed in delight as his lips met her. His tongue did its magic, swirling and teasing her until she came undone,

"Danny I... I can't," she moaned. He continued faster and harder until she came against his face. He whipped it away with a napkin before pressing his lips against hers.

"Baby, you're one of a kind," he chuckled.

Y/n glanced at the clock on the dashboard, "Danny, I have to get home, it's getting late."

"Sure, baby, sure," he shoved his clothes back on and helped her back into hers before starting the car and heading out of the drive-in. "I had a really nice time tonight," he confessed.

"I did too," Y/n paused as Danny pulled into her driveway. " She glanced back at him before placing a kiss on his cheek, "Bye."

"Bye, see you."

"See you."

Y/n quickly rushed back into the house as Danny drove out of the driveway with a big smile on his face.

#x reader #reader insert #fanfic #grease #danny zuko #john travolta #1970s #1970s movies #fanfiction #movies #love this movie

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viperrot · 1 year

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⇁high school sweethearts | leon kennedy | pt. 1

resident evil 4 remake leon s. kennedy x fem!band-student!reader high school au

there's a new guy in town, and he's pretty damn cute. too bad he hates your brother, though.

content contains: mild angst, enemies to lovers, tbh? mean leon, cliches, minor religious/christian themes, story is told in first person, reader is a bit shy and is an oboe and trumpet player!, leon and reader are in their juniour year, fictional town set around 1980!

3037 words

song rec: "kutsuro gish" by hiroshi takaki

pt. 2

what's this? the blossoming of a series? yes, yes it is! very self-indulgent. i love tropes like this so much. enjoy some mean leon content and a sweet enemies-to-lovers concept, little dove :]

Life in Everglade is... interesting, to say the least. Actually, it was extremely cliché here. Every Sunday and Wednesday, people would go to church, every Friday night was a football game, and the rest of the days were just busy nonsense. The people here rarely ever leave town, and people never really come in. It's been like this for years.

Until recently.

This fall, a handful of strangers tumbled into the little town of Everglade, proud home of the Everglade Ravens. Lucky for me, they even moved in across the street.

From my little window nook, I watch a dingy U-Haul pull up into the driveway across the street, and out comes four people. The first is a man that looks to be in his mid forties, dressed in khakis and a navy polo. Next is a little girl, who looks like a middle schooler. She's got a long skirt on and a flannel sweater, coloured with warm red and browns. After her is what I assume is an elder sister, but she doesn't look much older than the little one.. She's dressed in messy, paint-stained jeans, a black tank-top, and a pink windbreaker jacket to top it all off. She's the only brunette one out of the blonde family so far.

Then comes out the son.

Dragging himself out of the passenger seat was the most dashing boy I've ever seen. The smile he gives his sisters make my heart race—it honestly put Danny Zuko's smile to shame, and I love Grease! His blonde hair is parted to the side, hiding his eyes a bit. He's dressed up in blue jeans that grip around his thighs perfectly, a black t-shirt, and a navy-blue bomber jacket that had the sleeves rolled up to show off his forearms. From my spot at the window, I couldn't help but ogle. The mystery family all gathered around the front door of their new home to get a good look of the inside, and I couldn't help but keep my attention on the only son of the family. I noticed how their was no mother to be seen...

"Hey, thumper," a voice calls out from the door of my room. I tear my eyes away from the window to see my father, leaning against the frame of my door with his arms crossed. "He's been calling me thumper ever since I was little, seeing as how I stomp my foot when I laugh.

"Hey, pops! What's up?" I cock my head to the side questioningly.

"Mom's done with dinner. Meet ya downstairs, or are you gunna keep 'practicin''?" He smirks teasingly, looking at my unused oboe on the foot of my bed. I blush, rolling my eyes.

"I'll be down there... and I was practicing, thank you very much!" I huff. Dad just laughs at me and waves his hand, mumbling about how he'll see me at the dinner table. With that, I get up to collect myself. I take a quick look out the window one more time just to see if the boy next door was still outside, but the front door was shut tight.

I stumble down the stairs, my bunny slippers skidding down the steps as the smell of baked chicken filled my nostrils. Upon entering the dining room, I see my dad at the head of the table accompanied by my mom and my older brother, Damien, who sighs at the sight of me.

"Finally, you're here," Damien huffs. "Can you sit down now? I'm fuckin' hungry," he stretches his hand out to me so I can sit down and say grace with everyone. My dad throws a pen from his breast-pocket at my dumb brother, telling him to watch his language.

I sit at the other end across from Damien to avoid saying grace with him, holding hands instead with Mom and Dad with my head bowed down.

"Ahem... Bless us, O Lord, and these Thy gifts, which we are about to receive from Thy bounty, through Christ our Lord. Amen," my mother says. Immediately after the prayer, Damien scarfs down the first piece of chicken he can get his hands on. I pick at some au gratin while my parents converse and scold Dami for being such a disgusting eater. I clear my throat to catch my parents' attention when they grow silent.

"So... uhm... There's new people across the street. Do you maybe... know about them?" I ask, giving my parents side glances. Mom shakes her head as a no, and before Dad can say anything, Damien coughs up a response.

"That punk Leon's the ace player from Greensmell's soccer team!" My older brother snorts, seemingly a bit angry.

So his name's Leon...

What Damien meant to say was Greenvale, which is a town over. They're probably Everglade High School's biggest rival in ever aspect—academics, sports, and even parties (apparently, I wouldn't know). The only thing I can confidently say they're bad at is marching. Their band is horrendous.

"Seriously?" I cringe at the information. "What are they doing here...?" I wonder under my breath.

"Probably got so embarrassed we beat 'em at state champ this year, the wimp probably got kicked out and thrown into Everglade!" Damien shouts with a mouthful of rice. I cringe at the sight, looking back down at my untouched au gratin.

"Cool, cool..." I mumble. "Uh... can I be excused? M'not really hungry," I ask Dad. He nods, going back to his food. Wordlessly, I take my plate to the kitchen to clean it up. As I wash dishes, I stare out the window blankly, eyes set on the house across the street. No one was out still.

I decide it's best to just go to bed after washing dishes, putting my oboe back in its case and setting it next to my backpack. I flop into my bed, part of me hoping to see this Leon guy again soon...

I hate gossip.

I can never tell if people are talking about me, the people around me, or to me. As I walk the halls of Everglade High School, oboe and trumpet cases held tight in my hands, I hear the little murmurs of the cliques of the school. Punks mumbling, girl's that try too hard to look like Sandra Dee whispering behind their palms, and some jocks laughing loudly about Leon.

Wait, Leon?

My converse-clad feet are walking through the hall faster now. As I bump past a bunch of students, I speed my way down to the lunch room, needing to see my friends as soon as possible. Luckily, one of them sticks out like a sore thumb today. Sporting a red blazer, blue flannel tennis skirt, and black socks, I see Samantha Grey in all her glory sitting on top of our usual table, talking to a few of our little group. I stomp up to her, the charms on my instrument cases clinking softly with each step.

"Sammy!" I whisper-yell. Her brown eyes immediately look over to my position in front of her, her black hair swaying.

"Hey, sweet pea~!" She coos happily, a big smile painting her face as she gets down from the tabletop to give me a hug. "Glad you aren't too late. Me 'n' the girls were just talkin' about the new hunk in town," she pinches my cheek before helping me set my cases down on the table. I sit next to her, getting settled.

"Hunk? What's this about?" I stare, acting like I didn't know who they were chittering about. Across from Sammy and me is Lucy Brail and Patti James, who I've known since diapers along with Samantha. Lucy is the first to speak up, clearly excited to talk about Leon.

"This stud just moved into town yesterday! Apparently, he's got two little sisters at the middle school, 'n all the boys here have been howlin' about how he probably got kicked outta the Greenvale soccer team after losing nationals this year!" She says with a grin that reaches her ears. My eyebrows knit together at the information that I had heard the night before.

"You call almost every meathead here a stud, Lucy," I chuckle. She gives me a weird look before scoffing.

"This one's different, sweet pea," Sammy jabs me in the side softly, and I yelp. "He's got this look in his eyes that just scream at me like he wants me!" She sighs dreamily.

"Are you sure it wasn't his pecs you were lookin' at?" I click my tongue. Another jab to the side, and it hurts a little more than the last. I roll my eyes.

"Whatever, I'm sure he's just like the oth-"

"Oh! Oh!! There he is, sweet pea, look!" Sammy grabs me by the jaw to turn my sights to the new guy.

There he is...

Across the lunch hall is Leon, dressed all pretty in a forest green letterman jacket with his initials on the right bicep. There's a few patches from some bands he likes and a big ole "11" on the back of it with "Greenvale" above it. He's still in tight jeans, but they're black this time, as well as his t-shirt beneath the well-worn coat.

"He's got some nerve wearin' that here," Patti mutters. We all hum in agreement as we watch him saunter over to the lunch line to get a carton of strawberry milk.

"Ain't he just a dream~?" Sammy breathes out. Lucy's got this blush that could be seen from Mars, and I swear that Patti's mouth is gunna get dry with how much she's drooling. My gaze is trained on the back of Leon's head, looking at how well-trimmed his hair is.

"He's... he is pretty cute," I mumble, jaw hurting a bit with how tight my best friend was gripping onto it. I hear her giggle.

"Don't get sweet on him now, thumper!" She reminds me, using that silly nickname. “God knows your brother would tear you a new one if he found out you wanted to get a piece of Leon Scott Kennedy," she lets go of my jaw, and I roll my eyes.

"M'not sweet on anyone, Sam," I grumble. Lucy giggles, twirling a strand of her blonde curls in her fingers.

"Isn't he right next to your house, (y/n)?" She asks me. I nod.

"Yeah, actually... How did you know?"

"Oh, sweet pea?! Please, please, please tell me you gotta good view of him from your room! If so, I'm comin' over every weekend!!!" Samantha begs, shaking me by the shoulder.

"H-hey, quit it! I dunno if he's gunna be upstairs or not, and that's c-creepy!" I gasp as she shook me. Lucy and Patti laugh as I get thrashed around. From the corner of my eye, I see Leon get closer. He's got a mean look in his eyes, like he's ready to bite someone if they get near him.

I guess he's trying to protect his peace...

The girls grow silent as he walks past our table, not showing any mind to how noisy we are. They all watch Leon like dogs to a bone when he scoots past us, tossing his milk carton in the air like he hasn't a single worry in the world. When he's gone, it's like we can all breathe again.

"Oh lord, he even smells good," Patti fans herself, a blush covering up her little freckles. Sammy grins in agreement, clearly happy that she got to see the new guy so close. I stick my tongue out in disgust.

“You guys are so gross…”

“Everyone, please welcome our new student,” Mrs. Bradshaw, the advanced chemistry teacher here at Everglade High, drones, motioning her hand to Leon near the back of the class.

And also next to me.

The blonde boy stands up, puffing up his chest a little.

“Name’s Leon Kennedy. Nice to meet you,” he says curtly before sitting right back down. Everyone’s giving him looks ranging from “I wanna rip his throat out” to “I want to kiss him behind the bleachers”, and it’s clear that he doesn’t care about it either. Mrs. Bradshaw clears her throat to stop annoying students from whispering.

“Now, let’s get started on our calorimetry unit. To begin…” The old hag’s words begin to go process in my brain as I get to writing notes. At times, I look at Leon from the corner of my eyes.

He’s writing on a piece of paper instead of a notebook, his blue ballpoint pen scraping against the surface as he messily jots down his notes. I’m pleasantly surprised to see that he actually cares about his education! I can see Leon’s tongue poking out between his plump lips, and I can’t help but stare a little. He doesn’t seem to notice me, until he looks up to check the blackboard up front.

Leon’s blue eyes set their sights on me, locking with mine. Quickly, I avert my gaze back to my notebook, trying my best to act like I was still writing notes. I hear him laugh a little next to me, but I make no effort to speak up.

When the class ends, and the bell for the next period rings, I gather my things to head off to the band room. Backpack slugged over my shoulders, I’m getting ready to pick up my trumpet and oboe case before someone else grabs of for me. Big, veiny hands take the cases by the leather handle, lifting it before my eyes. I look up to see Leon with a devilish smile.

“Caught you staring at me. Mind if I walk with you?” He says confidently. I’m a bit taken aback by his attitude, but I nod nonetheless. I’ve never really had a boy offer to walk me to class other than Damien…

“I can hold my-“

“Nah, don’t worry bout it. I carry my sister’s euphonium all the time,” he chuckles, his shoulders shaking a little as he does. I blush, not expecting him to even know what a euphonium is. So, he’s cute AND he knows the difference between a tuba and a euphonium..

“Are you sure? I-I mean, I don’t want it to be a hass-“

“Don’t worrrrryy,” he exaggerates. “Where are you headed? This is my study hall period, so I got time,” he grins.

“Uh… the band room. A-and thanks,” I tell him, nervously fiddling with my fingers. We walk out of the science lab together, me trailing slightly behind him as we walk.

“So, I’m guessing you and your little posse this morning was talking about me?” He asks, and I feel the blood rush up to my face.

Samantha and her big ole mouth…!

“Y-yeah…” I stammer, unsure of what to say. “Sorry about that… It’s just… we never really have any newcomers here, so the girls were just excited,” I bite my lip. I can feel the stares of people around us in the halls. Whether it’s out of jealousy towards me or hate for him, I’ve no clue.

“I see,” Leon hums. “It was kinda funny, so don’t apologize.” He says, and I can hear the smile in his voice. His fingers are gripping the handle of my cases tight enough to make his veins bulge a little, and I can’t help but stare. After our small talk, it’s quiet, and when we make it to the band room, we stop next to the door so he can give me back my things. As Leon hands over my instruments, footsteps thunder toward our position.

“You know, I thought it was just some sick joke hearing about my lil sister hangin’ around you, but I see that the rumours are true,” Damien growls, walking towards Leon and me slowly with his hands in the pockets of his black letterman. The blonde boy in front of me is still holding my oboe case as he looks at my older brother with an unamused stare.

“Well, had I known she was related to you, I would have never offered to carry her junk,” the ace smiled. I felt my heart drop at his words.

And then it felt like the world came crashing down on me.

Like it was fire, Leon let go of my oboe case, and it clatters against the floor. He’s staring my brother dead in the eyes as he does so, and I can feel tears swell in my eyes. I watch as my reeds, feather, and parts of the oboe pop out of the hard case, scraping against the floors of the hall.

“N-no!!” I yelp, unable to hold back my tears as I drop to my knees to gather the parts. A key or two had bent, and a few corks were damaged. I hear Damien shout at Leon, slamming his body into a locker. I don’t understand what they’re yelling about, too busy trying to pick up the bits of my instrument. More voices erupt, and I assume they’re people trying to pull my brother off of Leon Kenne-dick. My feather gets swept away amidst the commotion. When everything but that is successfully stuffed back into my case, I snap my head around to glare at the ace soccer player behind glossy eyes.

“You’re fuckin’ paying for this, you piece of shit!” Damien screams, thrashing against some teachers who dragged him away from the scene. Leon’s being escorted away as well, not giving me a chance to say anything. I’m left alone in the hall with my broken oboe before Samantha scurries out.

“Sweet pea! We heard all the ruckus, but Mr. Kay said it wasn’t safe for us to be out, and—oh, sugar…” she gasps lightly, crouching down next to me. The ravenette looks down at my open case, seeing the broken and bent keys and chipped corks. “Who did this…?” She asked me gently, setting her chin on my shoulder.

“Leon…” I hiccup, tears falling. The silence is heavy when I tell her this, and I know that Sammy can only see red. Without a word, she wipes my tears with her thumb before helping me into the band room.

I’m starting to regret wanting to see him again.

woohoo! chapitre un, fini :] i know it’s a bit lacking, but it’s just the beginning. hope you enjoyed! pt. 2 here!

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fandom-friday · 4 months

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Thank you so much to everyone that submitted recommendations this week! This was one HECK of a week, and it couldn't have happened without all of the submissions I received! A comprehensive list of this week’s submissions can be found under the cut! Recommendations are organized by show/media, and any main pairings will be listed after the title.

✨ = 18+ content

Fics:

The Clone Wars: Vermillion (Clone OC Specter x f!Reader) by @dickarchivist New Members (Fives x OC Rasha Skohl, Echo x OC Ari Nierre) by @fives-lover ✨ The Den (Kix x OC Nihlus Brek) by @for-the-sake-of-color ✨ Dancing Lights (Wolf!Wolffe x f!Reader) by @the-bad-batch-baroness ✨ I Yearn, And So I Fear (Wolffe x OC Kazi Ennari) by @enigmaticexplorer ✨ Man on the Moon (Fox x Riyo Chuchi) by @emeraldvsociety ✨ In Command (Rex x OC Senna Aven) by @wild-karrde ✨ Eight Shades of Blue (and the Touch of Orange) (501st Legion x f!Reader, Cody x f!Reader) by the_rain_on_kamino (AO3) Crèche to Command by Boredom (AO3) The Commander Swap by @brainrotrants Dominoes by meridianpony (AO3) Fox Hates Red by @stormyblue90 Dead Dog by @corvod

The Bad Batch: ✨ Stars Beyond Number (Echo x Riyo Chuchi, Gregor x OC Cerra Kilian) by @dystopicjumpsuit Tooka Dad (Crosshair x OC Rayla) by @drafthorsemath Sunflowers & Blasters (Crosshair x OC Isabella Ramót) by @523rdrebel Low Battery (Crosshair x gn!Reader) by @523rdrebel ✨ Cleaning Up (Tech x f!Reader) by @reader6898 Secret Kingdoms (Knight!Hunter x f!Reader) by @jedipoodoo/@lizartgurl A Cosy Bed: A Stardust Conspiracy Fanfic by @just-here-with-my-thoughts

Call of Duty: ✨ If I Had a Heart (Ghost x Soap) by @cod-fishing

Legends of Chima: The Forgotten Legends of Chima by @olivescales3

Marvel/MCU: Black and Tan (Bucky x Sarah Wilson) by @btwxsixesandsevens

Crossovers: The Misadventures of Cosplay Man (Danny Phantom x DC Comics Crossover) by Shynnohwen (AO3)

Art:

The Clone Wars: How Dominoes Fall by @frostycatblr-fandom-files Temeura Morrison Study by @keldabekush Cody with Long Hair Art by @rochenn Commander Cody Art by @captora Blade to Blade by @rackcty Anakin and Ahsoka Art by @finpews

The Bad Batch: The Bad Batch Dark Souls AU: Character Introduction by @amorfista The Bad Batch Dark Souls AU: Introduction by @amorfista Hunter and Omega Art by @eggdrawsthings Tech Art by @talesfrommedinastation

Critical Role: Caleb Widogast Art by @middimidoris

Avatar: The Last Airbender: Zuko Artwork by @chiptrillino-art

Yonderland: Cake Bake Lady Edith Art by @bahoreal

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idjitlili · 2 years

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Billy Hargrove x reader

You make me breakout.

Summary: After noticing you with Max, Billy harbours feelings which do not come clear to him until he ends up on your doorstep once again.

Word count:2328

Warnings: Mentions of Neil, language,

A/n: Billy lives au, Max and Billys relationship is improving. Based kinda over how I'm feeling lately.NOT MY IMAGES , also don't question them.

Billy hadn't noticed you at school because you never went to Hawkins high. Your family had moved to Hawkins after highschool had ended. He had noticed you talking his sister, Max on multiple occasions, and the other kids and Steve. He had told himself that was because you worked with Steve. Billy had even went into the video store claming to be looking for Max, funny how he never went in unless he saw you in the store.

When Max had announced to him that her and Robin ( not mentioning the boys for obviously reasons, Billy wouldn't allow it) were staying over at Y/n's house. Not until Billy had questioned who that was did a devilish grin crept up his face.

" Oh, I'll drop you off, don't want to start an argument with Neil. Bullshit and he knew it , she knew it. If she protested Max knew it would be hopeless. Not long after Billy drove to your house. With his music blaring he did love to make an entrance.

When the party excluding Will and Eleven had came to you ,knowing you had the house to yourself, asking if they could have their campaign at your house. Using the word 'asking' was not appropriate it was more like 'We are having our campaign at your house.' Dustin shining you a toothy grin before giving Eddie a wide eye grin almost to say 'see'. Eddie only shook his head in fake disagreement, his hands tucked deep in his jean pockets.

Apparently they couldn't go to Mikes because the plumbing was being fixed and they coouldnt't go to Steve because he had been dragged out of town by his dad. ( Supposedly, big business trip that his dad wanted to convince Steve to join his fathers company. Supposedly from Robin anyways.)

Oh, speaking of Robin yes she was staying over too as to not leave Max out of the party if she didn't want to play D&D which she did not. Figuring you, Robin and Max would just hangout whilst they played and the boys would likely just be going home after the campaign ( or so you hoped, didn't want them to ransack your kitchen in the morning).

The party hadn't arrived before you heard the purring and blaring of rock music traveling down the street. Robin had arrived previously and was sitting on your sofa going on flicking through the tv channels . The music came to an abrupt stop which was followed by the slamming of two doors.

Robins eyes flicked up to yours, where you stood in the door way. " Max." Is all she said before the door was knocked.

Your socked feet turning smoothly on the hardwood floor, making your way towards the door. Your fingers clutching the handle the cold metal against your palm as you unlocked the door. Pulling the wooden door to rest against your shoulder, so that the door was only partly open.

In front of you stood Max smiling slightly, sympathetically almost, as she clutched her sleepover bags, her headphones rested around her neck. Next her stood her brother, it was hard not to hear about Billy Hargrove , more specifically his ass. His hands stuffed deep in his front pockets, chewing the piece of gum with a toothy grin. Flirtatious grin.

"Hi , you must be y/n." Max rolling her eyes because Billy definitely just pushed his hair back with his palm ( Danny Zuko moment for sure,) purposely flexing his muscles. His tank top exposing his chest.

"Yes, and you're Billy." You thought maybe that tone would but him him off deciding not to let him to say more.

"Thanks for dropping Max off." You continued opening the door for Max and shutting it harshly behind her as she scurried in. Billy had scoffed smirking lingering on his face as he stood for a moment before heading for his car, swinging his car keys around his finger as he did.

Knowing Billy wouldn't be too happy with the boys coming over you had decided your harsh actions were necessary to get rid of Billy before the boys arrived shortly. For being roped into having the kids over and Eddie you had a good time. The boys ended up falling asleep at your house because the campaign had lasted longer than intented( well so they insisted).

Maybe that wasn't a good idea as your previous actions were to protect Max from trouble with her brother. The house was so loud in the morning that when you and Robin were clearing the mess from the kitchen, no one heard the door being knocked multiple times. All the blankets and pillows littered the floor could be seen as Billy opened your door ( that's really safe) his boots making contact with flooring .

His eyes darting around the entrance of your house calling out for Max. He saw all the sleeping equipment that was clearly for more than three individuals, seeing the boys arguing with his sister in the middle of it. You were heading into the living room when you almost bumped into Billy.

"O-oh,I didn't hear y-"

"Max said only Robin would be here." From Billy you half expected to go on rampage on how the boys had obviously slept over. Though he was still very unimpressed, feeling small under his harsh glare comparedly to how he looked at you the day before. Your socked feet slippery against the hard wood floor.

Instead he just let out a low chuckle as he looked around thinking for moment his hand against his jaw. Stereotypical hot guy action, looking at you Jensen Ackles. Quickly regaining your posture, staring him dead in the eye.

"They're like fourteen, don't cream your fucking pants they were playing D&D in the dining room whilst Max , Robin and I watched movies and ate pizza. Max and Robin stayed in my room. For the fucking record Steve owes me big."

"Such a filthy mou-"

"I wasn't finished, dickbag. If I hear that you go off at her for this , I swear I'll bite your fucking dick off. "

The gaping hole of his mouth turned to a straight line. The blue danced in his eyes like fireworks, his pupils dilated huge. Both of you unaware of the army of gremins hidden behind the sofa. Billy and you sharing eye contact, Billy unsure what to say, though those thoughts were quickly interrupted.

With fast pace Dustin had ran to the door after hearing several knocks to your door. The sound of Steves voice made both yours and Billy's heads to snap towards the door.

"Where have you been, man?!"

"Well I am so sorry, I'm not working at family video for the rest of my- ew what's he doing here."

"Awe, sweet talking me, Harrington?" Scoffing at Billy, folding his arms weight on one foot more than the other, Steve had look of disgust and disinterest written on his face. For moments only before Robin and Dustin had stolen him away , tug of war pretty much as they both ranted at him. Following behind them in search of Max informing her that her ride is here.

Your encounters with Billy were more frequent after that, very frequent. Not that he was stalking you or anything but he just started taking Max literally everywhere. She didn't have to ask either.

The Billy that everyone had met when he came to Hawkins was different to the person you had come to known. Maybe the change had happened because he had graduated highschool and no longer had portray constant asshole badboy. Though, he had his monents everybody gets that way. Nobodies perfect you live and learn it.

He had quickly used the money from lifeguard job and the current money he was earning from his mechanic job to rent a place to stay. He wanted to go back California to visit where his mum layed to rest, he wanted to move back in honesty. He would tell himself he needed to stay and save more but really he couldn't bare to leave Max with Neil. Worry drowned him that his old man would turn to her now he was gone. Can you imagine the look on Steves face when he pulled into the garage with his car to see Billy?

"Hey, Winchester? Johnnnn? Dad sent me-"

"He's not here, whatcha need?" Seeing Steves face drop made Bilpy laugh as he placed down the rag from his hand wiped his hands on his overalls qnd made his way towards him. Billy would take over the shop often when John was busy with his sons.

Billy rarely went to parties anymore and couldn't go to bars to drink. He found himself lonely which was weird for him , sure he was lonely living with his dad but that was different. He was more isolated. Less and less did he brought women home or in some cases the back of his car. Truthfully he had began to thinking about you a lot, more than a lot. He wouldn't admit he had a crush god no. He hadn't had a crush in years. He always got whoever he wanted , but not you.

More often than not he ended up on your door whether or not if Max was there or needed to be dropped off. Your late night conversations with Billy almost became routine, many reasons caused your perspective of Billy to change. Him asking Max constant what movies did she like, what was the album she had been wanting, giving the kids rides even lucas without trying to kill anyone.

So, when he had turned up at your house again you hadn't needed to think before you had let him in. Sometimes you would go to him but mostly he came to yours. Usually you'd both lay in your bed the glow of the tv the only source of light. Nothing sexual, only company and someone to talk to. Your sleepovers with Billy were more frequent than the ones with Max and sometimes he'd be there too. There was barely any point for Billy to be renting he was barely home.

His knuckles tapping gently against the hardwood of your door, you were waiting for him. Even though you didn't ask for him to come , you had hoped. In a baggy t-shirt you pulled yourself from the sofa, bare feet padding against the floor. Opening the door Billy studied your tear stained face, not mention you looked like you hadn't slept, trembling body.

Pushing you into the house pulling you into a hug, his arms around shoulders as he closed and locked the door behind. Your arms latching around his waist, the smell of smoke and mint engulfing your nose, tears soaking the cotton of his tank. One of his hands gently gently rubbing your back the other holding your head to him.

"Shh, It's alright, i've got you now."

Whether it was anxiety or loneliness maybe a few months ago you definitely would not have believed Billy would take care of anyone like he did you. The fact is he just wanted to loved and thrown away like a piece of gum after being used. He didn't want to sleep with different women each night. You took care of eachother.

Removing his shoes and jeans Billy pulled a pair of joggers from your wardrobe slipping them on. Kneeling on your floor fingers gently placing the video in your Vhs player, screen lighting up.

"Rocky horror? Tired of Indiana Jones?"

"Never," Billy had already gotten in your bed turning of the lamp you climbed in next to him. His arm immediately wrapping around you pulling you closer to him. At the start Billy would sleep on the floor, considering the first time he was blackout drunk and bloody. Then over time you'd talk to eachother about more personal subjects.

His breath on your neck as your eyes stuck to Tim Curry on the screen. "What's bothering my girl?"

Tears long gone since Billy had just held you for an hour. Heat travelling to your face even though he had been using constantly for a month. The kids often discussed whether you were together as Billy was not afraid to use the petname infront of literally everyone with his arm latched around you. He had to be near you or touching you. The kids and Robin betting on how long it would take, Steve outright denying you'd ever be with Billy Yuck.

"Fed up, I guess. I couldn't sleep again."

"I don't get why you don't call me instead of worrying. "

" Figured you were busy." The scoff that came out of his mouth was harshy as he moved his arm from you to grip your hand under the cover interlacing them with yours.

"Bullshit. Look at me." Your eyes still on the tv, not moving until his calloused hand cupped your jaw causing you to lock eyes with his. The light from the tv illuminating his features.

" Y/n, I care about you...fuck, I think I love you. You matter to me above everything, you're the only one that I can come to. " both yours and Billy's eyes widening after his words but he had continued nevertheless. You believed his words maybe that was stupid. Glancing at his lips briefly before pressing your lips against his soft ones , a tiny peck which still caused Billys mouth to open slightly in shock.

"I love you too, Billy."

Another night falling asleep next to Billy and waking under confined with his arm around you, breath on your exposed neck.

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firefly-in-darkness · 7 months

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Hopelessly Devoted

Pairing → Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary → You visited the Harvest Festival and your boyfriend, James 'Bucky' Barnes surprised you.

Word Count → 1.3k words

Warnings → none, fluffy lovey dovey stuff.

Beta → none.

Prompts/Bingo Cards

AFG Square Fill → Grease AU - @anyfandomgoesbingo

AF Fluff Square Fill → Carving initials in a tree - @anyfandomfluffbingo

Sebastian Stan Square Fill → Blindfold - @sebastianstanbingo

Writer's Note → Well, it's been a while since I wrote anything, let alone shared it on here. This was something I had written last year and just gone over it briefly so hope you enjoy it.

Summer was fading; the sun was setting earlier, and the cool breeze was picking up. Bright greens, blues, and yellows disappeared and replaced with oranges, reds, and browns. Fall was fast approaching, and you didn’t mind one bit. Cozy cardigans, knitted stockings, roaring fires, and hot chocolate were calling your name.

The town’s Harvest Festival was in full swing; pumpkin patches, hayrides, corn mazes, and even hosted a fairground with a Ferris wheel and arcade games. Everyone from town was there, including you and your cousin, Danny. Who had conveniently just left you to show off his bowling skills to his girlfriend, Sandy.

"Hey Doll," the low timbre sent a wave of giddiness through your body.

"Hey yourself," you turned to James and returned his lopsided grin.

James was wearing all black and the trademark T-bird leather jacket. His hair wasn’t as slicked back as earlier. It was a little fluffier, and you prefered it that way too.

He presented a small stuffed teddy bear, "Told you I’d win something for you before night fell."

"And how much did that cost you? I bet the amount you spent would have bought three of these from the store!" You wrapped the bear in your arms as you teased your boyfriend.

"Where’s the fun in that?" He puffed out his chest in faux machoness, "Gotta prove my worth to a Zuko."

You giggled as he exaggerated and flexed his biceps. He turned his head to the side, and you kissed his cheek.

"Thank you, I love it."

His eyes sparkled with mischief, "Let's get out of here."

"What are you planning, mister?" Your eyes narrowed at him in jest.

“Follow me.”

Your gingham skirt and petticoat fluttered out and around you with each step as you skipped to keep up with James' longer strides. You bypassed the bright and colorful fairground. The laughter and joyful screams echoed with each stand and ride you left behind.

James didn’t stop at the coconut shy to show off his throwing skills or the Ferris wheel to charm you with whispered sweet nothings and to kiss you at the top. Instead, he diverted you to the exit and straight to his car.

James held the door open for you as you gathered your skirts and climbed into the car. He raced around the front with a massive grin, slid inside, and handed you the soft blue tie he had worn to prom last year. You'd only been on a couple of dates by the time prom had come around, but he'd made your heart swoon at the gesture of matching the color of your dress.

"It’s a blindfold. I want this all to be a surprise,” the quick explanation eased your confusion.

You nodded and placed the material over your eyes. It wasn’t thick enough to block out the light but obscured your vision enough to not see much in front of you. You tried to tie it but fumbled. James’ hands covered yours and took over.

“Are you going to tell me anything?”

"No, Doll. It will spoil it, but we'll be there in about 10 minutes."

Butterflies erupted in your belly, excited for what lies ahead. You thought of all the places that could be nearby and what the surprise could be. Maybe you were going to have one of those giant sundaes at Frosty Palace, or you were going to see a movie at the drive-in.

The engine started, and you released a small yelp. James laughed as you tried to regain your composure. The familiar sounds of the crackling radio filled the car. You relaxed against the leather bench and enjoyed the sounds of Bill Haley and His Comets.

The absence of Bucky's touch was brief as he held your hand while he drove. You're sure he could hear the race of your heartbeat, but you didn’t care.

The car pulled to a stop, and you heard Bucky open and close the car door before opening yours. A cool breeze wrapped around your exposed calves, and a shiver ran down your spine. It wasn’t long before Bucky's warm hand took yours. You climbed out of the car as gracefully as possible. A slight snigger from Bucky had you doubting how well you achieved that.

You focused on your other senses and tried to work out where you were. The soft ground under your pumps meant you weren’t on the sidewalk. Birds chirped above, the slight rustle underfoot and the sweet scent of flowers wafted around. You almost screamed at the feel of something tickling your legs. You managed to choke it down but earned another snigger from James.

"Barnes, you're cruisin'." You mustered up a stern voice.

You lost James’ touch without a word. Your heart dropped as you reached out to find nothing.

"James?"

"I'm here. Gimme a sec, doll."

Your heartbeat returned to normal, and the fear of being left alone was gone as quickly as it had entered your mind.

"Okay, I'm going to come up behind you now."

You felt the warmth before his torso pressed into your back. His body encircled, and a not-so-unfamiliar feeling ignited in your belly as he whispered in your ear.

"Hope you like this doll. You deserve the best."

James removed the blindfold, and it took a few moments for your eyes to adjust to the fading sunlight. Slowly, you looked out over the golden meadow. The blanket, a wicker basket at one, and James’ leather boots on the other, at the foot of the oak tree made your smile widen.

You turned to James with your hands on his chest, "A picnic? For me? Oh, you shouldn't have."

He smirked and lightly kissed your forehead, "I definitely should have.”

Your head rested on Bucky's lap, his arm draped across your waist underneath the makeshift blanket of his leather jacket. Stomachs full from sandwiches and treats. The peace of being close to one another brought unbreakable smiles to your faces.

"Y'know what, doll, I'm so glad Ma moved out of Brooklyn last year. I miss home. But I’d never have met you if I hadn't come here."

You grinned up at him and caressed his cheek, enjoying the scratch from the stubble on his jaw. James leaned into your palm and peppered a kiss there.

His face contorted away from adoration to neutral in a flash. You might have missed the shift if you didn’t know him as well as you did.

“What you thinkin’ about stud?”

“Nothing, it's silly,” his cheeks tinged pink, and he looked away.

Gently, you turned his face towards your line of sight, “This is silly.”

You pulled a ridiculous face with your eyes crossed and tongue sticking out while rocking your head from side to side. James chuckled, and the crinkle of his eyes warmed your heart.

“I love you,” you whispered against his lips.

“I’m hopelessly devoted to you,” He whispered back and kissed you once more.

After you enjoyed the last moments of the sunset, Bucky helped you to stand up. You brushed your skirt down and draped his jacket over your shoulders. Then you heard the sound of clicking and scraping.

You followed the noise to find James braced against the tree trunk. You unashamedly gazed at how his muscular arms and back shifted under his top. The propped foot at the roots gave an enticing shape to his behind in the already tight black denim. You almost missed him calling out your name.

Bucky moved away from the tree, closing and pocketing the pen knife to reveal his handiwork.

Yours and his name inside a heart, etched into the bark, for all eternity.

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itsnotyouithink · 2 years

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HALLOWEEN ROMANCE

pairing: fem!reader x cheryl blossom

summary: reader goes to a halloween party and her crush on cheryl blossom continues.

warnings: smoking, underage drinking, parental abuse

a/n: happy halloween to all who celebrate & please be careful tonight!!

not my gif!

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Riverdale has spooky Halloweens. It may be from the haunting spirits that walk the streets and get a booth in Pop’s Diner on the daily, or just because it’s Riverdale — and Riverdale is spooky. The Devil’s holiday was a year long thing in the town. Everyday felt like Halloween for civilians of the small town. You felt like your life was the holiday on repeat — you were just dressing as yourself with a fake mask.

You felt like Halloween wasn’t much of a big deal. The only thing you truly liked about it was the dressing up. The iconic Mean Girls quote bounced off the walls of your brain when you argued with your brother as you two got out of the car, “In Girl World, Halloween is the one day a year when a girl can dress up like a total slut and no other girls can say anything else about it.” You quoted to yourself and your brother beside you who rolled his eyes.

Your brother, Sweetpea, had been ranting about how you dressed too sexy and exposed, afraid some guy was going to try to make a pass at you. You were dressed as Lola Bunny from Looney Tunes, a character you had admired since you heard about her. The costume was more exposed than you generally dressed from day-to-day. Short shorts, a crop top that was basically a sports bra and bunny ears. “Come on, Sweets! Stop being like this, you know I never dress like this.”

“So why are you starting now?” He squinted his eyes at you. You know his argument was coming from a place of kindness and being the protective brother he was, but it was still annoying.

“Just give me a break, please?” You huffed, “By tomorrow, I’ll be back in my cute little Betty Cooper dress with a Serpent jacket, don’t you worry.” You rolled your eyes and poked the sides of your brooding brother who just rolled his eyes once more.

Then a thought popped into his small mind.

“You’re dressed like that for Cheryl Blossom.” He snapped his fingers in front of your face. The two of you were walking down the crowed driveway of Thistlehouse. It was the night of Halloween, and Cheryl Blossom had decided to throw a Halloween bash.

“I’m not.”

“You so are.”

“No I am not!”

“You’re blushing and everything!” He laughed and pointed at your blushing cheeks at the thought of your crush on the schools most popular girl. You have had a crush on Cheryl since the closing of Southside High and the enrollment to Riverdale High. You were expected to hate her because you were a Serpent, but you couldn’t help but be completely drawn in by her.

You never said anything about liking her to her ever, especially once she started dating Toni Topaz — one of your old kindergarten best friends. Your friendship had died out even if she was best friends with your brother and mutual friends.

The two of you got to the front door before inviting yourselves in, quickly seeing your close circle of friends by the corner.

“Y/N! Look at you!” Kevin whistled as the duo got closer. You blushed as your friends complimented you each, Veronica squeezing your arm, “Damn, you look hot!”

Archie rolled his eyes before taking Veronica by her hips and back into his chest, “Yeah, Y/N you look good. Great costume.” Him and Veronica dressed as Hercules and Megara.

“Thanks, Arch.”

“You look amazing, Y/N/N. I see you’re getting out your comfort zone.” Betty commented playfully as she took a sip from her red cup. You lightly chuckled before noticing her outfit as well, her and Jughead dressed as Sandy in the latex suit and Danny Zuko from Grease, “I could say the same to you, Betts. I see you’re in the last musical number of Grease.”

“Don’t I just look positively dashing in my costume?” Jughead sarcastically said, pushing out jazz hands towards you, referring to his Serpent leather jacket and sloppily slicked back hair. You rolled your eyes before taking the drink Sweetpea handed towards you, “Sure, Jug. Sure.”

After that, the group fell into light conversation that was filled with laughs and jokes. “I see Choni is back together.” Veronica commented, taking a sip of her alcohol as she eyed the ex-couple.

“What?” You furrowed your brows before glancing towards Sweetpea and looking behind you at the sight. You knew you never had an actual shot with Cheryl, but the fact she wasn’t dating Toni anymore helped the hope that filled in your chest that maybe, just maybe, she would like you back.

You felt like you couldn’t compete with a girl like Toni Topaz, who was perfect in every way.

Cheryl and Toni had a couples costume. The redhead was Poison Ivy while Toni was Harley Quinn. They looked perfect.

And yet.

You sighed and turned back around with a shrug, “They’re Choni, how could they not?”

No one else knew about your crush on Cheryl besides Sweetpea. It was stupid for you to tell him because he constantly made jokes about it and teased you til the sun rose. You expected him to hate you for it, but it was the opposite. He hadn’t seen you so head-over-heels for someone since your ex-girlfriend from Southside High, who thankfully got transferred to Seaside High. That relationship was the definition of a heartbreak mess.

“Have you guys seen what Ethel is wearing?” And just like that, the topic was dropped.

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After you danced with Veronica and your friends a few times, you went outside to get fresh air and away from the sweaty bodies and atmosphere that surrounded you. You found a door by the dining table that lead to the quiet outside porch. When you slid the door open, Cheryl Blossom was leaning against the wooden railing with a cigarette between her fingers and a face of confusion.

You thought about going inside but as soon as you turned, she spoke to you. “You can join me, if you want. I don’t bite.” She took another hit from her cigarette before her arm hung over the side of the railing lazily, she blew the smoke with a soft cloud.

“I didn’t take you as a smoker.”

She shrugged, “Daddy smoked all the time before he died. So did Jason.” she cleared her throat, looking off to the dark, midnight distance, “I don’t usually smoke.”

You nodded before taking your spot beside her, your forearms leaning against the wooden banister like she was. She held the cigarette in front of you, offering it to you. You took it before placing it in your lips — you felt her watching you. “I didn’t take the golden girl of the Southside as a smoker either.”

You blew the smoke from your lips easily, “I grew up in a biker gang, what did you expect?” The two of you lightly giggled before you shook your head, “I actually got smoking from my father too. He does it everyday, all the time. Our trailer, clothes, furniture — all of it, smells like his cigarettes. They’re so normal that you even get burned with them.”

The redhead rose her eyebrows before glancing towards you, who now looked into the midnight distance. You glanced at her, her brown eyes melting into your own. “I tend to overshare.” You airily chuckled before passing the cigarette back to the redhead.

“According to Toni, I don’t share enough.” She quietly scoffed. You smiled towards the redhead with a smirk, “Aw, trouble in paradise?”

She rolled her eyes at you, “Shut up.”

“I was just joking, Cheryl.” You laughed at the small pout on her lips. “If you, like, need to talk .. I’m here.”

She looked over at you and sighed, a few beats of silence, “I broke up with her because I was attracted to someone else and I couldn’t disrespect Toni with having feelings for her and someone else. And .. we didn’t plan on going as Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn together it just . . . happened.”

You couldn’t lie and say your heart didn’t sing at the fact she was indeed single and she had a crush on someone that could be you. “What’s the problem besides an accidental couples costume.”

“I’m not sure the girl I like, likes me back.” She looked at you with masked hopeful eyes. She wanted some type of clue to see if you liked her back, but you kept up tall, guarded walls around you when it came to romance and relationships. There was a rumor you had a thing for Veronica, but that was quickly denied. But even after that, the towns most strategic and sneakiest gossips couldn’t get to the bottom of who the golden girl from the Southside wanted to truly date and fall in love with.

You glanced at her with a shrug, “Tell her you like her. If she doesn’t, then she’s simply a fool.” You left it at that and walked back inside where you felt like you took your first true deep breath.

“Y/N! Where were you? We should dance!” Veronica took your hand and tried guiding you into the pool of sweaty, drunk high schoolers but you were pulled away by your other hand and pushed into someone.

You were pulled into Cheryl’s chest, you hands on the side of her shoulders to catch yourself.

The next thing you knew, she had her hand on your cheek, a hand on your waist and her lips on yours. It was warm, and gentle, a kiss you had been dreaming and imagining about since the middle of sophomore year. “Are you a fool, Y/N?” She mumbled when the two of you pulled away.

You cheeks were red, your pupils were dilated and your skin burned with her touch. “I suppose not, Blossom.” The two of you smiled before she kissed you again, and again, and again.

The entire night was filled with dancing, Cheryl Blossom with her hands on your waist as you refilled your cup of alcohol, and the never ending teasing of your friends.

Maybe Halloween wasn’t as terrible as you thought it would be.

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moljh · 1 year

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Showers and Chamomile

Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Movie night with your boyfriend Eddie and you only get more proof at how dorky and perfect he is. Pure fluff Unedited - idea I quickly threw together

Eddie liked to think he was all tough and dark. Whilst most of the town agreed with this persona, you were privy to a very different one.

Your Eddie liked a hot water bottle on cold nights, preferred tea over coffee once the sun went down so he didn't get too 'wired' and although vehemently denied it, loved a good romcom. Hence why on a Saturday night when Eddie claimed that he could be 'getting high and listening to good music at a bar with the guys', he was in fact at home watching Grease with you.

"I just don't get it," Eddie said

"What don't you get now?" you replied, chuckling slightly at the end of your question

"Well Sandy is trying to do all these things for Danny and he doesn't even seem all that great" he pointed out, waving a hand at the television

"I dunno..." you trailed off "he's pretty cute"

"Um excuse me?!" Eddie exclaimed with a look of horror and humour as he clutched his hand to his heart "I thought you only had eyes for me?"

"Sorry baby but think John Travolta might beat you out of top spot" you said sticking your tongue out at him "Though I do admit, you have better hair"

A smug grin spread across Eddie's face "Thank you" he said proudly

The two of you lay there and watched the rest of the movie. Another thing you loved about your boyfriend was when he was truly engrossed in something, concentrating so hard on what was in front of him, he stuck his tongue out of the side of his mouth. Just ever so slightly, but it always made you giggle. That's how you knew not to distract him because his tongue would be poking out of his lips.

During the musical scenes you always laughed as Eddie would roll his eyes as they started singing and then would end up tapping his fingers to the beat. You honestly weren't sure if he noticed what he was doing and this was usually the case in most musical movies you watched. You liked them, you couldn't deny that, but you especially liked when Eddie would start tapping his fingers against your leg.

You never said anything in case he became aware of it and stopped. So you would just sit there and nestle yourself closer into his chest and lighten your grip on him.

"Ok I have to admit the ending was a bit strange" you confessed as you got up from the couch

"See, I told you" Eddie replied, rolling his eyes

"They should have just ended it with the song, I don't get the need for the flying car" you continued talking as Eddie began cleaning up

The two of you pottered around for a moment, cleaning up the mess you both had made during the course of the evening.

"At least I know you definitely have a type" Eddie said as he packed up the empty popcorn bowls from the coffee table

"What?" you asked, confused by his words

"A type, at least I don't have to be worried about that"

"What are you on about?" you laughed

"Danny Zuko and I are like the exact same"

You shot Eddie a smirk as he kept talking "C'mon, we both wear leather, like working on cars, don't get along with the popular crowd. We're practically twins"

"Really? Twins?"

"Oh yeah..." Eddie smiled, placing the bowls in the sink and walked up to you "and we also both landed someone who is super gorgeous and completely out of our league"

Slipping his arms around your waist, Eddie pulled you in close.

"Ok..." you said "you redeemed yourself with that last thing"

"Good, I'm glad you noticed that" Eddie smiled

"I have to say, I think between me and Sandy, I got the better deal" you said, leaning into Eddie and pulling him into a gentle kiss

The two of you stood there in each others embrace for what felt like ages until you had to come back up for air.

"Well I'm going to go have a shower" you said, giving him one last peck and slowly making your way to the bathroom

"I'm going to make some tea" Eddie informed you, "really craving some chamomile"

"Do you want to have a shower too?" You paused, slowly pulling your shirt off seductively

"No, no," Eddie replied, too focussed on finding his favourite mug to realise what you were doing "I'll have one later"

Making an obnoxious coughing noise in an attempt to get his attention, you rolled your eyes at your boyfriends complete obliviousness.

"I meant, don't you want to have a shower with me?" you said and watched as his eyes widened and he dropped the box of tea bags from his hands

He finally looked at you and nodded "Yes, yes, I would like that very much" he said, frantically kicking off his shoes and desperately undoing his belt

Turning around you walked into the shower and heard a big thud behind you.

"I'm fine" Eddie shouted from the other room

You laughed as you turned on the water because you knew he had fallen over in his desperate attempt to get to you as quickly as possible "Dork" you muttered to yourself

"What was that?" Eddie asked

"Nothing" you quickly replied and jumped in the shower.

As the warm water ran over you, you couldn’t help but wonder how you got so lucky.

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grantspectortrash · 2 years

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Bad To The Bone

pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

summary: Halloween night, King Steve on the cusp of Good Steve, and a shared love for The Karate Kid. Flirting that you'd never admit to, a party that you'll never forget.

word count: 3.2K

A/N: aha honestly? I just wanted to combine my love for Steve Harrington, Cobra Kai/Karate Kid and Halloween all into one place. Hope you enjoy! Requests are open btw <3

It's Halloween 1984 and somebody is dressed as a skeleton.

But not any old skeleton - they're dressed up as Johnny Lawrence's skeleton, headphones around his neck and all, completely identical to the costume in The Karate Kid.

You wonder how long it took them to create it, and how many times they went to the cinema in order to memorise it down to the very last thread.

You can't see their face, but they're on the dancefloor and they are killing it - no Halloween pun intended.

Tina is the one throwing the party, claiming that she is the 'ghostess with the mostest'. Her house is large enough to host all of your classmates and more. You're pretty sure that there's some underage kids hanging out and drinking in her backyard, but that isn't your problem.

And, while you take in the scenery and stand in Tina's kitchen, you contemplate why you ever thought dressing up as Mr Miyagi was a good idea - bald cap and all.

Robin, your best friend in the entire world, had bailed on you this Halloween. Sure, maybe she couldn't get out of going to her cousin's wedding, but why did it have to be the same weekend as Halloween? The pair of you were always Batman and Robin, and surprisingly you were always Robin. That joke never got old, not to you at least.

Most girls, if not all, at the party had gone for the sexy side of Halloween dress-up. Sexy ghosts, sexy nuns, Princess Leia in her golden bikini. One very specific, very skimpy, sexy E.T. who had lights glowing from her boobs instead of her finger.

You think it's the first time you've seen an alien that wants to get probed. Alas, you digress.

The Johnny Lawrence poser is dancing as '(Don't Fear) The Reaper' is playing from the large speakers that Tina has borrowed from her boyfriend Chris.

Although you're not very close to Tina, you get the urge to tell her that while she's dancing with her friends, Chris is making out with Stacey in the downstairs bathroom behind you.

Each time their hankering bodies collide with the bathroom door, you take one step further into the kitchen and one step further away from whatever is going on inside that bathroom. You're grateful the music covers their noises.

Nobody has spoken to you in about twenty minutes, and the only conversation you did have was when someone, clearly already drunk and dressed like Danny Zuko yelled "Wax on, wax off!" in your face as he grabbed yet another beer bottle from the kitchen counter.

You had wondered if he had a Sandy to pair up with, but when he sauntered back into the crowd you saw the mass of T-Birds waiting for him.

Hiding out in the kitchen has it's privileges. You had already swiped two bottles of the cheep beer yourself, and now you nurse the second by taking tiny sips at regular intervals and clutching the bottle tightly just so that you have something to do with your hands.

The song ends and a new one starts, and you watch as the skeleton gestures to some of the people he's with - you don't recognise any of them.

His thumb jabs over to the direction of the kitchen and soon he's snaking through the throng of costumed people on the dancefloor, all drunk or high to a varying degree.

As he gets closer you wonder if he'll see you. You wonder if you know him. You still can't see his face; the makeup is deceiving and his hair is hidden by the hood of the costume.

The skeleton-clad boy moves to the other end of the kitchen, his back to you. He grabs a bottle from the counter and absentmindedly cracks the cap off with his teeth. It's an act you're sure a dentist wouldn't approve of, but it comes across as quite an impressive act, and a slightly attractive thing to do.

He pulls the cap from his mouth and flicks it onto the counter. It's only then that he takes in what's been going on in the kitchen.

There's a guy who's been stood over the punch bowl for the last ten minutes, tipping in various bottles of spirits and mixers and meticulously stirring it, all while dressed as a baseball player.

A couple, dressed as Fred and Daphne from the Scooby gang, have been arguing just as long. Their hushed tones are hidden by the music, but whatever is going on neither of them are happy about.

And then there's you. And the skeleton boy can see that.

He turn towards you fully, grinning, and it's only then that you wish you hadn't been staring at him all night. You wish you hadn't created an idea of who he might be in your head. Because he smiles and it's unmistakeable. It's pretty and popular and all the girls love it.

You have to stop yourself from cursing.

"Oh shit, Mr Miyagi. Better stay away from you." He takes a sip from his beer and leans casually on the counter beside you.

He is no longer skeleton boy, the guy with the bad dance moves and the good taste in movies.

He's Steve Harrington. King Steve. Douchebag of all douchebags. And your crush since about eighth grade, not that you'd admit that to yourself. Or him.

And sure, the crush faded in and out, because it was never going to be reciprocated, and honestly you didn't care.

But tonight he looked like Johnny Lawrence, and you had to keep reminding yourself who he really was under his clothes and all of that makeup.

A bully. A rich boy. A reminder of why you didn't need a guy in your life.

And yet, even after all your reminding, when he's dressed as Johnny Lawrence he's almost someone else. Almost the guy you created in your head.

"Yeah, one wrong move and you're dead, Harrington." You reply, rolling your eyes and taking a sip of beer for good measure.

Steve brings his own bottle to his lips, and laughs.

"It's Y/N, right? We have maths together." He asks, and you're surprised he even remembers your name let alone the classes you have together.

You nod.

Steve smiles then, almost proud of himself for remembering, and it's difficult to picture his real face under all the makeup - all you can see is Johnny Lawrence and it's beginning to become a little flustering. No, frustrating. Yeah, that's what you mean. Frustrating.

He says something just as the music gets cranked up. 'The Monster Mash' is playing at a deafening volume, no doubt something the neighbours won't appreciate, along with the smoking and yelling and all the other noises omitting from the house.

You look over at the dancefloor to notice Tina is gone - you hope she's not looking for her cheating, scumbag boyfriend. She's better without.

You turn back to Steve, "Huh?" You have to practically yell to be heard.

Steve repeats whatever he said, only for you to not hear him again. You shake your head.

This time, Steve rolls his eyes. Then, he's ducking his head so it's close to yours and his lips are against your ear. His breath is warm and it sends a spark straight down your spine.

"I said, only hot chicks can pull off a bald cap, I'm impressed."

He pulls away and suddenly the heat isn't from his breath, it's across your cheeks and burning the tops of your ears.

You don't want to admit to yourself that it's because of Steve fucking Harrington, so you blame it on the fact he looks like Cobra Kai's bad boy.

"I - uh, umm..." It very quickly seems like you can't find your voice. You swallow hard, hoping to clear the lump in your throat. You don't know what to say.

And Steve's loving every second of it. There's a smug look on his face, and undeniable sparkle in his brown eyes.

You're about to yell at him. Steel yourself and tell him what's what, when the music gets cut.

Everybody turns to the speaker, including you and Steve. Whatever moment the two of you shared passes. Tina's ripped the cord, and she's standing there in her cheerleading outfit, shaking a pom aggressively.

"Where's Chris?"

As soon as she yells his name, Stacey storms out of the bathroom behind you. Her hair is a mess and her identical cheerleading outfit is ripped. A lipstick stain smears the right side of her face.

"You said you'd broken up!" She's marches across the kitchen and Steve pulls you close to him so that you're out of the girl’s way.

Seconds later, Chris appears. His trousers by his ankles and lipstick all over his face and exposed chest. A line of kisses trail all the way down to his boxers.

"Stacey! Tina!" He stumbles across the kitchen, making his way behind you. Once he passes, you push yourself away from Steve, aware of how close the pair of you were.

The two girls start yelling, moving towards the direction of the front door as they start grappling each other. Tina has Stacey by the hair, while Stacey is trying to shove Tina's pom down her throat. Chris hauls ass behind them, yelling apologies that neither of the girls are paying attention to.

They leave through the front door, and the yelling becomes fainter as they move across the lawn. Someone dressed as a ghost pulls the front door shut, and plugs the speaker back in. The music commences, quieter this time.

"Holy hell." You shake your head and finish your second beer of the night. The alcohol hasn't affected you yet, and it's making you feel left out. Everyone here seems even a little bit tipsy. Apart from you. And, well, maybe Steve too.

"Yikes. That’s depressing." Steve replies, and without asking, leans behind him to grab you another bottle. He does the teeth thing again with the cap and you laugh.

"That's a very Johnny Lawrence move, you know."

That earns a grin from Steve, his real teeth showing instead of the fake skeleton teeth painted on his skin. "What can I say? I'm bad to the bone."

You try to hold in the laughter. For someone who was meant to be cool and popular, Steve was proving to be quite corny.

You take a risk by asking, "Talking of bad boys, why aren't you flooded with your usual admiring fans tonight?” Then you carry on, just to add the illusion of disinterest, “And Tommy?”

Then, you take a long sip of your third beer until the embarrassment of asking goes away. You nearly drain the bottle.

"Well," Steve says, glancing over to the masses of dancing girls who are all dressed up like sexy cavewomen. The actual cheerleading squad.

"They found out I was dating Nancy Wheeler, and I had to stop basketball practice to get my grades up. All of which apparently made me lame. And then Nancy dumped me, yesterday actually. So turns out I'm not as cool as I once was."

He reaches out to touch the fake Mr Miyagi beard stuck to your chin. You slap his hand away, with no real heat behind the act.

"Hence why you're talking to me." You laugh, a little bit of the alcohol taking effect now. Your insides feel warm and you're not worried if your comment seems insensitive. Steve doesn't seem to mind.

And the fall of King Steve is almost intriguing to you. He was funny. And had good take in films. And was talking to you like he actually cared.

"Yeah. Right. Hence why I'm talking to you." Steve's voice is full of sarcasm. But, he's smiling. A real genuine smile that makes you think that maybe Steve Harrington isn't so bad. Maybe.

His clinks his beer bottle with yours then, and tips his head up to take a long swig from his bottle. You watch as his Adam's Apple bobs.

You take a sip after he takes his, and he watches as you do. Some impulse draws him closer to you, and he pulls the bald-cap away from your head. You take the bottle away from your lips and take your natural hair out of its hairband. It falls roughly, kind of sweaty and bobby-pinned in place, but Steve nods anyway.

"Much better." He says, and winks.

It's in that moment that you think something passes between the pair of you. Something special, something that's yours. A strange acknowledgement of something that's just begun.

But hey, maybe it's just the alcohol talking.

You pull the fake beard away from your face and set down the third empty beer bottle of the night. "Want to go outside?"

Steve nods.

Five minutes later you find yourself on a swing set with Steve beside you. The beer bottles and the music are forgotten. There's only a couple people outside, all appreciating the slightly quieter outdoors. Two guys are sharing a joint and are deep in conversation, but they're not in hearing distance.

Wherever the love-triangle of Stacey, Tina and Chris got to is a mystery, but you're glad the drama is nowhere near you.

Steve's pulled the skeleton hood off now, revealing tufts of messy brown hair. His heels are dug into the ground, and truth be told he's a little bit too tall for the set, but he swings slightly all the same.

The sky's pitch black but the tree above you has been bombarded with enough fairy lights to attract an entire moth family. The lights reflect in Steve's eyes.

"I'm sorry about Nancy, by the way." You don't know what makes you say it, but the words come out of your mouth anyway.

"Thanks, Y/N. I think you're actually the first person who's actually said that. Everyone else is glad that we’re done."

There's a tinge of hurt in Steve's voice, and he won't meet your gaze.

"Are you glad you’re done?" You ask even though you can already guess the answer from the look on his face.

"Yes, and no. I don't know. She's in love with someone else. I have to respect that. Maybe what we had was love, maybe it wasn't. Whatever."

You know it shouldn't, but his comments gains a laugh from you, "King Steve respecting women, who would have thought it?"

Steve cracks a small smile, almost painful, and suddenly you feel bad.

"Sorry." You say, "That was in bad taste."

He looks at you then, all soft eyes and skeleton makeup. "No, it's okay. You're not wrong."

There's a brief silence between the two of you, and you watch as the couple dressed as Fred and Daphne - who were arguing the last time you saw them - are stepping out of the back door in tandem. The guy’s hands are on the girl’s ass, her's are in his hair. They're snogging at a rapid rate, and not even looking where they're going. They find a tree, and start making out against it. Their kissing noises are off-putting.

"Well at least now I'm single I don't have to be embarrassing like that." Steve laughs, but the act seems perfunctory. "Anyway."

He stops swinging and looks at you, scanning you quickly before smiling. He leans over to poke you on the knee. "What about you?"

You frown, "What about me?"

Your question gains a smirk, "You know. Are you dating anyone? What's up in the world of Y/N?"

"Oh, well, not much." Your hand comes to the back of your neck, suddenly feeling awkward and exposed. Your fingers itch to be holding another bottle of beer - where was that liquid courage when you needed it?

"I'm single. Very. Always. And it's fine, I guess. Yeah. I'm fine."

Under all his face-paint, Steve's left eyebrow quirks up at you, "You sure?" He's trying to hide a smile, and you move to lightly hit his foot with your own.

"Shut up, Harrington."

"No, come on. You must have thought about someone though. Like the prom's coming up soon, who would you ask?"

You groan, burying your face into your hands. Fuck sake.

Steve moves then, you can feel it more than see it. You peek through your fingers to see him crouched in front of you, his hands coming to rest on your knees. There's a warmth radiating off him, one that you can't ignore.

"Y/N, why're you hiding from me?" Steve's voice is barely a whisper. It gains another spark down your spine, one that circles back around your body and straight into your heart.

You were going to have so much explaining to do when Robin got home.

"You." The words come out of your mouth in a mumble, and you're still hiding behind your fingers. Steve moves them for you. You become very aware of his hands on yours, the way his fingers interlock with yours and rest between your knees. It seems easy. It seems right.

"What was that?" You can tell he's not trying to be mean. He's genuinely curious. His fingers slip out from yours and you end up squeezing your fists tight.

"I'd ask you. You know, the version of you that isn't a dick, anyway."

Steve smiles so hard to the point where he ends up looking kinda goofy, and ultimately, a little bit pleased too.

So, you do the only thing you can think of. You push him with your knees and it sends him landing on his ass.

He guffaws, “Damn, I was right. Gotta stay away from Mr Miyagi."

You stand up and offer him your hand; he takes it.

Steve brushes himself off before looking at you again. He notices the tint in your cheeks, definitely not just from the alcohol this time.

"Tell you what, considering that I'm not cool or a dick anymore, do you think you could handle being friends? Go from there?" There's a gentleness in Steve's voice that fully convinces you maybe King Steve is dead for good.

Maybe tonight, dressed as Johnny Lawrence, there's some sort of symbolism there. The last night of being a bad boy.

You nod, embarrassed and endeared all at the same time. "Sure. Cool. Works for me."

Steve sticks his hand out, cracking another smile, "I'm Steve Harrington. Nice to meet you."

You can't help but laugh, even if you do take his hand and accept the shake. It's almost like a deal. A secret between the two of you. And you have no idea how it happened.

"Hi, Steve. You know, for someone who's been popular for a long time, being a corny loser kind of suits you."

"I guess so. Perhaps hanging around with you has that effect."

You're both smiling, but you hit Steve in the stomach all the same. It leads to an all out Miyagi-Do vs Cobra Kai fight, although you're not really throwing your punches and Steve's totally letting you win. But this is a friendship you didn't know you needed. Hell, maybe is was going to be more than a friendship. And it seems wonderful - an unexpected treat on a Halloween night.

#steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington fic #cobra kai #stranger things #stranger things halloween #the karate kid

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sparkle-d · 2 years

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waiting game | daniel ricciardo

pairing: daniel ricciardo x you

summary: in which you switch your phone with daniel's without knowing

tags: falling in love; chatting and messages; kind of enemies to friends to lovers

warnings: insecure reader; f!reader; dumb people

chapter: 6/?

(you: blue/ daniel: orange)

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chapter 6 - cinderella

“Are you sure you wanna do this?” Charles asks, frowning his forehead. He is already dressed as Danny Zuko, his hair with so much hair gel, you can see it reflecting the light from the ceiling of his room.

You pout “To be honest, I’m not one hundred percent sure. I’m more at seventy percent at the moment.”

You let out a sigh, staring at your mask. You look up at Charles, he looks like a heartthrob that just came out of an 80’s movie, with his skinny jeans, tank top, all-stars, and black leather jacket. You, on the other side, are completely covered with a tight skeleton jumpsuit. At least you won’t catch anyone’s attention with Charles looking like that by your side.

The party is at Lando's house and Pierre is already there, since he went with other friends. You text Pierre, letting him know you and Charles are already leaving for the party. You take the last deep breath you can before exiting the door.

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Daniel drinks from his cup, already thinking the beer is not cold enough for his taste. The music is very loud, making it difficult for him to listen to the conversation his friends are having, but he is almost sure it’s about other people's costumes that night.

They take Halloween very seriously and think everyone is like them too, when in fact some people just want to do something fun, look hot or not bother too much with a fantasy. Esteban is dressed as a nature nymph, matching with Mick who dressed up as Persephone. Lando, Carlos and Pierre decided to go as the three aliens from Toy Story. Lando and Carlos look really cute, but Pierre’s costume is a little more… shirtless.

Daniel is the simpler of them all, he chose to go as a basketball player, with a cap on, sneakers and a tiny short. It’s not necessarily hot that night, so he decided to go with a hoodie over his jersey. Pierre gave him the looks when he saw Daniel’s effort for his costume, but soon he understood why he chose that.

“You see these?” Daniel stretches his legs in Pierre’s direction. They’re muscular and juicy and anyone in their right minds would want to take a bite on it “I want to show them off, but not make it that obvious.”

“Oh.” It’s the only thing Pierre said.

“What is beautiful is meant to be shown.” Daniel replies, with a smirk on his lips “I don’t care if I look lame, I don’t see it as competition.”

And it really isn’t for Daniel. He likes to be goofy with his fantasies for Halloween, like when he literally went literally as Goofy one year, or when he was going through his Pixar phase and thought it was a good idea to dress up as Sulley from Monsters Inc. and ended up looking like an old patched carpet.

This year Daniel wanted to look good, he wanted to show another side of him now.

Everybody already knows Daniel is funny. Well, they know he’s good-looking too, but he wants them to remember that he is also hot.

It’s not very late when Charles arrives too. He looks identical to Danny Zuko, so Daniel doesn’t even need to ask him about his costume. There’s a person beside him, her posture a little bent, trying to hide behind Charles. She’s totally covered, from head to toe, in a very tight costume with a skeleton pattern in it.

“Hey!” Charles greets everyone, already catching some eyes from the people around them “For those who didn’t recognise her, it’s my best friend, the skeleton.”

Charles laughs, tapping your shoulder and making you take a few steps forward. You raise your hand, with a very shy movement, and say hello to everyone. What happens next, Daniel has no idea because he keeps on staring at you.

Even with your whole body and face covered, Daniel can still notice that it’s you there. The way you tilt your chin looking around, or the way your fingers tap on your leg by the rhythm of the music, or how your silhouette moves slightly with the song that plays in the background.

Daniel can only see your eyes, because there’s two holes in the mask where they peak through, but around your eyes are covered with black makeup. That makes your eyes look brighter even with the dym lights around the room.

Your body is also something that catches Daniel’s attention. Now that you’re using something so tight, marking each and every curve in your body, Daniel can say you’re indeed fine in your special way.

Daniel’s thoughts are completely cut as he notices that you are staring back at him. Daniel can’t see it, but he’s pretty sure you are frowning under your mask.

You approach where Daniel is, crossing your arms in front of your chest “Is this some kind of staring contest?”

“Oh, hi, cupcake.” Daniel scratches the back of his neck, trying not to make it so obvious that he was checking you out just some seconds before “It’s a surprise for me that you joined us in this party, that’s all.”

You seem to take a second to think, tightening your arms in front of you “And why wouldn’t I come?”

“Evaluating from what happened last week, I thought these kinds of social events weren’t your favorites.” Daniel shrugs. Charles and Pierre didn’t mention it with these exact words, but when you disappeared during the party last week, they said something about you not liking being around too many people “I thought you were more the type to enjoy hanging out with only a few people.”

Daniel sees an expression he now has seen a couple of times when he’s with you. It’s doubt mixed with a fiery spark of pure energy - Daniel asks himself if that’s not anger towards him, but that’s not quite it.

Daniel saw that type of stare towards him too once. It's pride.

That’s really hot, in Daniel’s opinion.

Since the first time Daniel laid his eyes on you, he’s always been finding new things about the latter. You are quiet and prefer to stay low, you’re not trying to catch anyone’s attention, but to Daniel, you’re the most interesting always.

You can communicate so well through your eyes, stares, expressions, the way your mouth moves when you speak, how your body reacts to things… It’s not very noticeable, but when you are around, Daniel’s attention is only on you, so it’s easy for him to notice it. Daniel wants to find out more about you, what is hidden inside your thick skin.

“I’m just not used to these things, but that doesn't mean they aren’t for me.” Daniel imagines that you pout while saying that. Daniel wants to believe it, even if it’s something very not like you.

“I’ve never said that.” Daniel smirks.

You shrug, sounding careless for once “But you thought about it, I know it.”

Daniel raises his eyebrows, has she been drinking? “Well, sorry for fitting you into a stereotype, it wasn’t my intention.” Daniel grabs a beer with his free hand, making a move with his fingers and showing it to you “Are you drinking tonight, perhaps?”

Your eyes being the only thing Daniel can see, bright and sparkling, but they’re showing nothing to Daniel right now. They’re like a blank canvas, there’s no feeling radiating from it, which makes it a little difficult for Daniel to read you. It makes him bothered, because he wants to know everything that is going inside your head.

You accept the beer.

“I’m not used to drinking, but I’ll let myself enjoy a few drinks today.” You open the can and chugs from it “Just don’t tell Pierre.”

Definitely tell Pierre, Daniel thinks. But until Pierre is too involved in some flirting near them that Daniel prefers not to understand or even pay too much attention to, he can watch over you.

You know, be a good friend and make sure you won’t do anything you shouldn’t. Unless, of course, Daniel is the one to offer three cans of beer to you - who gladly accepts and gulps down the not-so-cold beer in just minutes. Daniel likes to see how excited you become after some alcohol is running through your system. Your hips are slowly dancing to the pop song that is playing, and Daniel can definitely tell, even without seeing, that you’re smiling and enjoying yourself that night.

“I need to go to the bathroom!” You almost scream too high in Daniel’s direction, but Daniel finds it extremely adorable “I will be right back!”

Daniel just nods, letting a flutter grow inside of him. You walk away from Daniel, disappearing in the ocean of people in front of him. Suddenly, Daniel feels like this party isn’t as good as it was before. He can notice the stares around him, the girls trying to approach and hit on him, but they are too… ordinary. There’s no mystery behind them, there’s no deep secret hidden behind their eyes and they surely don’t speak like a 90’s romance writer trying to insult you every now and then.

They aren’t as interesting as Daniel wishes they were. It’s not their fault, it’s Daniel only projecting things he discovered he likes in a certain person onto those girls. They can’t beat you because they’re not you, and that’s what Daniel is looking forward to in a person right now.

He takes a sip from his can, trying not to look extremely bored when Lando comes and saves him “You have to look at this.”

Lando grabs Daniel by his arm and pulls him into the crowd. Daniel has no idea what Lando thinks is so interesting that Daniel would want to see it, but he follows his friend because anything is better than people asking ‘do you come here often?’, when he has seen those faces all year in every in party.

When Daniel starts to hear some cheers and there’s a ping-pong table next to them, he knows that’s where Lando found the most amusing thing to show Daniel. It is actually very amusing and interesting, because it’s you playing the game.

You took your mask off and now there are only two black holes around your eyes and your messy hair pushed to the back, so the strands aren’t in your vision’s way. To Daniel’s surprise, you are extremely good at beer-pong and make perfect hits every time you’re with the ball. People are cheering for you, not a single sight getting away from you.

Everyone’s attention is on you.

You seem to glow, not only because you’re a bit sweaty, but because you indeed look happy. Your smile is big and when you get another ball inside the cup, you let out a very cute and sexy groan. Daniel could watch you playing beer-pong all night, just to see that different side of you.

“Another free shot for our biggest player of the night!” Someone shouts, bringing a bottle of tequila near you. You don't think twice before opening your mouth and drinking from the bottle.

People are cheering again, but as soon as your head lowers from the shot, Daniel can see that you’re not feeling too well.

Daniel approaches you, grabbing you by the waist “I think our champion needs a little rest and a cup of water!” Everybody laughs as other players come to the table and get on your spot.

“But I wanna play another round…” You say, trying to get away from Daniel’s grip, but you have no strength on your body “Did you see it? I’m like the best at this and I didn’t even know it.”

“Finding new skills, I guess.” You let out a giggle, giving in and letting all of your weight on Daniel’s shoulder.

“And there I was thinking I have no talent.” You smile, but suddenly your expression changes “But I think I drank too much, I’m feeling really dizzy right now.”

“How many rounds did you win?” Daniel asks, he hasn’t been away from you for too long, but enough for you to get completely wasted.

“Three? I think.” You move your body in a funny way, and Daniel manages to carry you to the outside of the house. There’s a huge pool there, where the party continues with a crowd dancing and drinking.

“So you took three tequila shots?” Daniel asks with his eyebrows raised. You had those cans of beer with him and took more than two tequila shots, no wonder you were this drunk “I left you for half an hour only!”

“Don’t blame me for being too good and winning free booze.” You pout and Daniel can’t control the butterflies that appear inside of him.

“I blame Charles who left you alone at a party.” Daniel sees a spot where you can sit on the stairs outside near a big three.

You sit on it and let your head hang on Daniel’s shoulder. Daniel goes to the freezer and takes a cup and some ice with tap water, giving it to you “I don’t need Charles or Pierre to babysit me at a party. I can take care of myself alone.”

Daniel wants to reply to that, but he would only be replying to a drunk person and also probably going into your insecurities “I know, but they could be with you right now, taking care of you. I don’t even know where they are…”

The breeze is not too cold, but Daniel is wearing mini shorts, so his legs are shivering. He looks around, to see if any of his friends are around, but even Yuki is nowhere to be seen.

“Daniel?” Your voice is very soft and if Daniel was a little far away from you, he wouldn’t listen to you “There’s too many people here outside…”

Daniel’s eyes look around and indeed, there’s way more people outside the house, than inside. Your body is uneasy and Daniel can notice that you start to breathe faster.

“Are you okay?” Daniel asks, brushing your hair away from your face with his hand.

“I just don’t like crowded places.” You shut your eyes, trying to control whatever was happening inside of you. Daniel doesn’t know how it works, because you were totally fine until a couple of minutes ago, and now you’re back at this mindset again.

“You were playing beer-pong to a crowd just a moment ago.” Daniel said but that doesn’t make anything better. You aren't listening or thinking straight, this is the first time you become aware of the people around you in a while.

You touch your hair “And I lost my mask.” Your face is a mixture of feelings, but Daniel can notice you are starting to become too anxious “I-I…”

Before you can go deeper into those feelings, Daniel makes you stand again, grabbing you again by your waist.

“I think we should go for a walk, what do you think? Until you sober up.”

You just nod, letting your head hang on Daniel’s shoulder again. You take a couple of deep breaths as Daniel leads you to the path to this amazing yard. The whole city is probably inside that party, so they have to walk a little longer until there’s no one around them. You don't seem to be hyperventilating anymore, but your body is still being carried by Daniel.

“Are you too drunk?” Daniel starts “Like really drunk?”

“Definitely.” You just answer, your foot getting in Daniel's way and almost making you fall “Maybe not that much, but enough for me to feel like I’m made out of jelly.”

“Should I take you to your house?” Daniel doesn’t have time before you groan “So anywhere but your house?”

You sigh, trying to gather the words that make sense to explain it to Daniel “I don’t wanna go there tonight. I wanna do things from another point of view, not just watching everything from my room’s door.”

You hiccup.

Daniel smiles, knowing what you mean. You walk a little more until an idea pops inside Daniel’s head.

“Do you want to go on an adventure then?” He asks, checking if he has the right keys he needs in his hoodie’s pocket “Just you and me, no crowd around us.”

It might be the alcohol you had until now, or the sweet feeling you get on your body, filled with excitement. You don't even enjoy Daniel’s presence, but you agree to whatever Daniel has in mind for that night, you don't ask what they are going to do, or where they are heading to.

Daniel feels like he have won an award, a difficult phase in a game he deeply adores, because you are trusting him with your life at that moment.

—

“How did you manage to get the complex’s covered pool key?” You ask, getting distracted by the reflections of the water on the ceiling.

Daniel smirks “Let’s say I won a bet with Lando once..”

Your eyes are locked in the way Daniel is walking around the pool, being on the opposite side as you are. He already took off his cap, and now is taking off his shoe and socks, sitting on the edge of the pool with his feet already in the water. Daniel takes off his hoodie, piercing you with his stare.

Daniel is only wearing his mini shorts and jersey now. And you can’t take your eyes off of him, it’s way too magnetic the way Daniel muscles move, how his body works when he decides to get into the water, getting used to the water’s temperature.

You take off your shoes too, put your cell phone with them, and sit on the edge of the swimming pool too, still watching Daniel in front of you. It’s way too smooth the way Daniel submerges into the water, swimming under the water until he is in front of you. His hair pulled back and the water dripping from it, his skin glowing with the faint light coming from one of the lights Daniel turned on.

“How did you know I like to swim? I was on the swimming team. In my school.” You say when Daniel gets closer to where you are sitting. Daniel shakes his hair slightly, making it messy with his fingers “I was very good actually.”

Daniel's smile glowing to you, he says “Why did you stop?”

“Because I became too aware of the fact that…” You take a second to think if you should speak to Daniel about those things, but you don't see why not “people could see my whole body when I was swimming.”

Daniel tilts his head, his eyebrows raised. You shrug because you can tell Daniel doesn't understand your reasons.

It makes more sense inside of your head indeed.

Daniel grabs both of your legs and pulls them inside the water. He finds a comfortable place in between them, and rests his chin on top of his arms.

“Well, I used to swim too when I was younger. I quitted swimming because I broke my elbow while training. Don’t ask me how, it’s too embarrassing.” Daniel lets out a giggle and brushes his nose.

“I’m a very curious person, so I will ask you how anyways.” You try to support your weight on your hands, but you feel too far from Daniel, so you lean forward again “It can’t be that embarrassing.”

Daniel’s fingers start to draw some patterns on your knees, but you think Daniel is not even noticing what he is doing “I went to literally kick someone’s butt in our locker room and slipped because the floor was wet.”

You grimace “It is actually embarrassing.” You conclude and Daniel laughs.

“He deserved that kick, but he didn’t get it and I went to the hospital with a broken ewbol and two cuts on my leg. It was an experience.” Daniel shakes his head again, making droplets of water hit your face “Now, what about you get in the water too?”

You don't know what to answer. A bigger part of you wants to go swimming with Daniel, but the doubts running through your brain are too loud for him to let the rest of the alcohol take control and ignore them.

Daniel reaches for your hands, holding them. His hands are cold compared to yours, but you don't mind it, you actually don't even notice the difference. Daniel is still looking at you, studying every single line on your face, every muscle that moves when you breathe - Daniel watches everything.

You nod when you feel the pressure Daniel puts on your hands, and let Daniel push you to the water. Daniel gives you a sweet smile leading you to the middle of the pool, his hands making sure to pull you closer inch by inch very slowly.

Even if you don't quite understand what is happening, you can feel your heart racing, so fast you get an odd feeling inside your chest.

The alcohol from before now is just a fog around your thoughts, making it difficult for you to focus on only one thing. You can feel Daniel’s finger touching you, the subtle grin on his lips, the way the water drips from his hair to his face and how Daniel’s presence makes you feel the most comfortable you have ever felt in a while.

“What are you thinking about?” Daniel asks, grabbing your attention to his voice.

You can’t tell the truth, you can’t admit that inside your mind, Daniel is everywhere.

“I was replaying things that happened tonight.” You think quickly, saying whatever “I think this is the first time I didn’t care much about the things around me. For the most of the time, at least”

Daniel frowns “Are you always thinking about it?”

“I’m always too aware of myself, and I don’t mean it in a very egocentric way.” You lower your eyes and watch your hands very near Daniel’s chest. You want to touch it, but you can’t “I’m always thinking about what people are thinking about me, and I prefer if I’m just invisible to them.”

You are always hiding, you don't like to be seen.

“Your bad, because I’m always watching you.” Daniel says and continues “I mean, not in a weird way.”

“Well, this sounded very weird.” You giggle with Daniel, who doesn’t seem to get embarrassed by what he said “Why would you watch me? I’m never doing anything special.”

“I’m always noticing new things about you. You are way more interesting than you think.” Daniel is moving with you, almost slow dancing inside the water “Your nose is very cute, specially when you’re in a bad mood and pinches it without noticing; your hair is so silky and shines very brightly under the sun and you probably bother every girl and boy because they know it’s only natural beauty, you probably don’t do anything to it. I like the color of your eye and how you move your shoulders when you’re embarrassed. Your hands are very smooth and probably your skin is too. But what I like to see the most are the wrinkles around your eyes, because aside from being cute, when they appear in your face it means I made you smile, even if it’s just a little bit.”

You know your flaws better than anyone. Your ugly nose, puffy eyes, legs and arms too long, way too glowing skin, weird lips and any other horrid features you could nominate one by one. But you never thought about your good traits, people never said them straight to your face. Not like Daniel just did. You can feel your face getting hotter, your cheeks feeling like they are on fire.

Daniel makes you feel weird things. He takes your hand and makes you place it on his chest, a better and more comfortable position for both of you. But he holds your hands a little longer, rubbing it with his thumb.

Your eyes are on your hands, and you notice something you didn’t before. There’s a cut on Daniel’s thumb, not very noticeable now as it is healing, but it is definitely there. You frown, because you don’t want to think about hot stuff when you’re with Daniel. You want to think only about Daniel at that moment.

You try to focus again, your thoughts about hot stuff going away. It’s Daniel, and he is the one in front of you, but you can’t stop staring at Daniel’s hands now and you can feel a shiver run through your body.

It wasn’t your intention, but you just feel like you just solved a mystery case.

No, it can’t be. But if it’s not, it’s a very, very strange coincidence. The cut on his thumb, the same way hot stuff described to you that happened with him.

“Do you like basketball?” Daniel says after noticing that your attention is on his jersey for too long “Don’t tell me you’re a Knicks fan.”

“I’m not.” You say, you actually don't like basketball that much. You try again to avoid the thoughts running through inside your head “Is 89 your playing number?”

Daniel looks at it and smiles “Not really! It’s my birth year, so I use it everywhere.”

You dazed off for a second, because something clicks inside your mind. And you don't know how to feel about it. If Daniel is really hot stuff, he knows way too much about you. He flirts with you and sometimes you flirt back, oh my god. Just a few days ago he said he likes someone, he fancies someone. He can’t be Daniel.

You’ve been talking everyday, all the time. You are actually very fond of hot stuff. You aren't fond of Daniel.

You are not.

You do the first thing that crosses your mind and puts both your hands on top of Daniel’s head, and pulls him inside the water. Daniel wasn’t expecting you to try to drown him like this, so he’s confused and takes a couple of seconds to understand what is happening. It’s the perfect timing for you to go under the water and swim until the other side of the pool.

You get out of the pool and it’s way too cold for you to be outside drenched like this, but you don't care. You don't stop for a second to think twice about leaving, running away immediately.

“I need to go.” You mumble way too fast, but you think Daniel understands.

“Wait, I was kidding about being a Knicks fan, I don’t really mind, actually.” Daniel is trying to walk and swim at the same time, anything he can do to stop you from leaving.

“I really need to go, Daniel.” You repeat, and lead to the exit.

“Hey, wait!” Daniel decides he’s too slow inside the water and gets out of it. You take your cell phone with you, the only thing that you couldn’t leave behind, and disappeared “You forgot your shoes…”

But you are long gone.

#daniel ricciardo #f1 #daniel ricciardo fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 x you #formula 1 #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo x you #f1 fic #dr3 #a little late #but hey happy halloween!!#wg #awriting

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Jealousy 🍂

Billy Hargrove x Reader

Pov: hes not a jerk

A/n: just imagine this if billy was not an a hole and was actually a decent human being. There’s just a lot on angst. Enjoy.

Summary: you and your boyfriend billy go to a Halloween party

Content: angst, fluff?

Word count: 1380

Billy insisted that we go to a party tonight. Something about how this kind of thing doesn’t happen very often But let’s be real, it’s high school…There’s a party every other weekend because someone's parents are always away on a trip.

He says this one is going to be different because it’s a Halloween party. I want to say “no,” I really do. But I can’t. Billy doesn’t ask for much so I feel like I owe it to him. What's the worst that could happen anyways? I told him I’d only go if he would do a couples costume with me though, to which he agreed surprisingly fast. I got him to dress up Danny Zuko from Grease, which was really easy because he already had everything for it. Black jeans, and a leather jacket. Easy. I’m going as Sandy, wearing a simple leather-type material jumpsuit.

After getting ready (it ended up taking over an hour because Billy couldn’t stay focused), we get into his Chevrolet and drive over to the party. On the way there we blast music from a CD that Billy keeps in his car. We drive by the house once before finding parking because of how packed it is. There are probably about 15 cars parked on the road and several more in the driveway. I can only imagine how many people are inside and I can already feel myself getting overwhelmed. I’ve never done too well with large groups. I start to twist and turn my rings from anxiety and Billy takes my hand in his own.

“Hey, relax. If anything starts to go south we’ll leave, alright?”

I take a deep breath and stop fidgeting with my rings. “Okay,” is all I can say.

We both get out of the car and Billy locks it behind us. On our way inside, Billy takes my hand into his and gently rubs circles on the back of my hand with his thumb.

Before we even get inside some of Billy’s friends pull him away to the backyard for some contest going on. I’m not overly interested in partaking in it so I head into the house where the music is overwhelmingly loud. There are so many people in there and it begins to feel too crowded. Maybe if I go to the bathroom for a minute I can calm myself down and try to enjoy the party. I walk up to the bathroom door and lift my hand up to knock but I can hear arguing inside.

“Bullshit! All of it!” “So it was all a lie?”

I don’t want to get involved, so I walk away. I think about it for a second and those voices sounded very familiar. Was that Steve and Nancy? It doesn’t matter. I move into the kitchen area to see if there’s anything to drink. On the island in the kitchen is a big punch bowl. I’m sure it’s spiked with some sort of alcohol but at this point, I don’t really care. I grab myself a cup and start to ladle the punch into it.

I stand kind of near where the punch was for about 10 minutes maybe just surveying the crowd. Seeing all the faces I recognized because of how small our town is. I take note of painting in the living room just trying to avoid socializing at any cost.

Steve approaches me, obviously drunk. He’s probably upset if he’s the one that was arguing in the bathroom. He grabs a cup, starts to fill it with punch, and looks me in the eyes.

“Do you wanna dance, Y/l/n?” His words slur together. I don’t have anything against Steve, but I know Billy would kill me if he saw me anywhere near Steve. Billy and Steve don’t have the best history.

“No thank you, why don’t you go ask someone else?” Steve puts his arm around my waist and I try to pull away but I can’t. I look around to see if anybody is seeing this and just then Billy walks in through the back door. We lock eyes and I plead for him to help. He furrows his brows together and rushes over, taking long strides. He makes it by my side quickly, abruptly pushing Steve away from me.

“What’s the matter with you, Harrington?!”

“I’m just trying to have a little fun, man.” Steve shoves him back. I tug at Billy’s arm.

“Can we just go?” I whisper into his ear. Billy grabs my hand and leads us out of the house.

“We’re not done, Harrington!” He snaps before leaving out the front entrance.

We walk to his car and Billy just stands outside not unlocking the car for a moment. Placing his hands on the top of the car and lights a cigarette.

“Can you believe that guy? Unbelievable. I’m going back in there.” He blows out a large puff of smoke.

“Billy, can we just drop it and go somewhere…do something else? Anything?”

“Y/n, he put his hands on you-”

“Are you jealous? Billy Hargrove is jealous of Steve Harrington? I don’t believe my eyes.”

“Me? Jealous?” he scoffs. “No…. No, I’m not jealous.” Now he’s just trying to convince himself of that fact.

“Whatever you say, Hargrove.” I chuckle. He unlocks the car reluctantly and I sit inside finally feeling myself relax a bit. I’m just glad that things didn’t end in a bad fight. Billy starts the car irritated.

“Hey, do you want me to drive? You know I don’t like it when you drive when you’re angry.” He steps out of the car without saying another word and trades spots with me. I sigh out loud knowing the conversation we’re about to have isn’t going to be my favorite.

“You know you don’t have to be jealous of Steve, right?”

“I’m not…” He mumbles under his breath.

“Billy, please look at me.” He looks up grudgingly and I search for anything in his eyes. Anything at all that says he’s telling the truth but all I can see is pain.

“Listen, I want to believe you, I do…” I turn the car off because this conversation obviously is going to take a minute. “but your body language and attitude are saying different.”

“Fine! Maybe I’m a little jealous of Harrington! Is that what you wanted to hear!” He throws his hands up defensively.

“I’m not trying to start a fight here! Don’t snap at me!” Billy slumps down in his seat and apologizes quietly. He’s had a bit too much to drink I can tell. “You know what, never mind. Let’s just forget any of this happened.”

I start the car and pull away from the house while Billy sulks in the passenger seat smoking. I drive around for a bit to relax my nerves before I finally park in an empty parking lot near his house. Billy suddenly breaks the silence between us.

“I’m jealous of Steve because he’s much more desirable than someone like…me… you deserve more than this mess that I am.” He gestures to himself.

“What do you mean by that? Steve isn’t as desirable as you think. I prefer you. You have nothing to worry about.”

“Y/n, I’m just scared of losing you. And I’m scared that I’m going to put walls between us and shut you out like I do everyone else.”

“I’ll make sure that never happens.” I’m feeling so overwhelmed with everything that happened tonight that I can feel my cheeks start to heat up and a tear or two fall down them. Billy looks over and places his hand on my face and uses his thumb to wipe my tears away.

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

Billy tugs me close to him as we lean over the center console of his car while our lips embrace passionately and hungrily.

I have never found so much comfort in a person even after a fight.

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