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billy hargrove x fem!reader [12.1k] summary ⤍ jason can’t seem to keep his grimy hands off of you at tina’s yearly halloween rager, and billy really does not like that. warnings ⤍ 18+ (minors dni), petname use, sexual assault (jason touches reader without her consent), explicit language, mentions of alcohol and smoking, fingering, oral (f receiving), protected piv sex, light choking, hair pulling. a/n ⤍ this idea came to me thanks to this gif and could not leave me until i wrote it down. obviously billy isn’t the racist douchebag he canonically is, so keep that in mind. please let me know what you think <3

The soles of your shoes stuck to the hardwood floor as you weaved between the crowd of sweaty, drunken teenagers. Your eyes were searching for Nancy, Robin or even Steve but you were beginning to lose hope, seeing as you had lost them about twenty minutes ago and not caught a glimpse of them since then.

You grumbled under your breath, recalling your pact to stay together in case things got out of hand. Which, it was bound to happen seeing as it was a rager hosted by none other than Tina herself; On Halloween night nonetheless. Her parties always ended up with the cops getting called because some genius decided that jumping from the second floor into her pool was a good idea. Or maybe some poor sucker had wandered drunkenly over to the next house over and vomited all over the lawn belonging to an old couple.

It felt like half the school was here, and you were beginning to regret coming in the first place. It wasn’t that you hated parties, they were almost always fun and eventful. But, you would’ve been perfectly happy with a horror movie night and so was Robin at first. She was the one who’d suggested it earlier this week at Family Video all up until she’d heard that Vickie was making an appearance and suddenly Fright Night and Day of the Dead were far from her mind and all she could focus on was your costumes.

Your own costume was starting to itch, the humid air in the house making it stick to your skin but you shook the discomfort off in order to find the kitchen. The costume you were wearing was a slight replica of Madonna’s Like a Virgin dress, it had so much tulle and lace but it was gorgeous and made your chest look way more defined than usual.

Nancy had done most of the work in assembling it to look even remotely close to the original, and Robin had laughed at the absurd amount of tulle but you looked good and that was all that mattered.

A senior you didn’t even recognise took a step back into you, disturbing your wandering mind and you pushed at him with a frown when he drunkenly stumbled into you. Of course it just happened to be the stickiest, bloodiest boy who smeared half your arm with whatever he’d slathered himself in.

“Oops, sorry.” He gave you a grin that was far from sorry, and promptly turned his back to you.

You had a half a mind to kick him in retaliation before thinking twice, turning around and making your way to the kitchen instead. The crowd was already rowdy and insufferable, but it went up in volume as people gathered by the front door. Someone popular had clearly shown up. You took it as an opportunity to sneak off into the kitchen, a major sigh of relief escaping you when you caught sight of Steve’s mop of styled hair.

“There you are!” He exclaimed as he saw you, reaching an arm out and pulling you in by the shoulders when you got close enough.

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you guys.” You sounded accusing even to your own ears, but you couldn’t help it.

“I kn - What the fuck happened to you?” He took a step back and held you at arms length, inspecting the artificial blood smeared on your arms in mild shock and concern.

You squinted your eyes when you inspected his own, glassy ones. The boy was clearly inebriated and it made you grin. Drunk Steve was fun.

“Just some asshole that bumped into me.” You looked around for paper towels and quickly gave up when you couldn’t find any amongst the mess in the kitchen. “It’s fake Steve, you don’t have to look so queasy.”

Steve shoved gently at your shoulder.

“M’not.” He grumbled, even though his face said otherwise. “You having a good time?”

“It’s fine,” you said, choosing not to be a debby downer and tell it as it is. “Where did you go off to?”

Steve downed the last of his drink, bobbing his head with a grimace and you watched in amusement when his hair moved with him. He gestured vaguely with a hand behind him where the backyard was.

“Was talkin’ to Casey,” he said casually, as if he hadn’t been pining over her for the past two weeks.

“Oh?” Your eyebrows raised, intrigued.

Steve rolled his eyes, “She was a dud.”

“Well, that’s disappointing.” You muttered loudly enough for him to hear, to which he nodded with an expression on his face that said whatever.

You watched him refill his drink, pausing when a girl you didn’t recognise walked up to him. She seemed drunk, if her glassy eyes were anything to go by, but she was pretty and definitely Steve’s type. He seemed to recognise her, straightening up his posture and striking her with that deadly charming grin. You watched them for a moment before losing interest, deciding that the bathroom was where you needed to be so you could clean yourself up a bit.

Your arm had been rubbed raw but you’d finally gotten rid of most of it when people started pounding on the door. Someone distinctively yelled about taking a piss, voice getting lost in the pulsing music coming from downstairs and you quickly unlocked the door.

The jock on the other side gave a sigh of irritation - or was it relief? You couldn’t tell - before he shoved you aside with minimal care to make his way into the bathroom. You followed him with your eyes, turning around to quickly escape when you realised he was halfway to unzipping and shoving his pants down.

The party had gotten even more obnoxious and louder as you descended the stairs. You watched on in mild amusement as a couple stumbled up the stairs, giggling and groping each other.

“Hey,” the voice was loud enough to make you stop before you’d taken the last five steps down, coming face to face with the last person you’d hoped to see. “Fancy seeing you here.”

“Jason.” Your voice was dry as you gave him a tight smile from where he stood at the bottom of the staircase, blocking your escape.

The jock in question grinned, seemingly unfazed by your lack of enthusiasm as he took a step up, bringing him closer closer - and taller than - you.

“I’ve looked around for you,” he said. “figured you’d be here when I saw Harrington around.”

You didn’t even want to question what he meant by that, arms crossing over your chest when his gaze lingered uncomfortably.

“I was just leaving, so…” you trailed off with a polite smile, taking a step to the side closest to the wall.

You realised your mistake the second you made your move, because Jason sidestepped with you and successfully trapped you between the banister and himself.

“Leaving me by myself, babe?” He pouted his lips in what he thought was probably endearing, but it was starting to make your skin crawl.

How this guy was one of the most popular people in school, you didn’t know. He had spent the last two months asking you out when he had the chance and there were only so many polite ways you could say “fuck no” before you were starting to lose your patience.

Your eyes flitted over his shoulder, hoping to catch anyone’s eyes long enough to signal them for help. No one was looking, too into their own worlds to notice how Jason was trapping you like an animal that’d found its prey.

“You’re hardly alone, Jason.” You tried laughing it off, but the sound died in your throat when you felt something grazing your thigh.

Your eyes shot down to see his fingers fiddling with the hem of your dress, the tulle fabric concealing most of his movement but you felt dread shoot up your spine all the same. You didn’t expect your hand to automatically shove his imposing hand away, and judging by Jason’s face, neither did he. His mouth opened but your heart was pounding too loudly in your ears and the music was starting to hurt your head. It didn’t help that his face was right next to yours, breath smelling of booze and cigarettes. It had your stomach rolling dangerously. Maybe there would be some satisfaction to chucking up all over Jason Carver’s front, but you weren’t in the mood to be the talk of the school for the next two weeks.

“I need to go.” It was said with more stuttering than you would’ve liked but the whole place was starting to feel very claustrophobic. You didn’t know whether the walls were closing in for real or if you were just imagining it.

Before he had the chance to speak, you side stepped and made your way down the stairs as quickly as you could, your eyes locked on him in case he would try to do anything else to you behind your back.

“Hey, where are you going?” He didn’t sound too happy.

Your breath quickened when you saw him turn around and in your haste to escape, you managed to run right into something. Someone. Your hands came up to grip onto leather, shaky gasp evading your lips as an arm snuck around your waist to keep you from falling straight on your ass.

It took you a second to realise that you were face to face with a very naked, very sweaty and chiselled chest. Your eyes trailed up carefully, taking in the thick neck and stubbly chin surrounding a beautifully pink mouth. A mouth that was stretching into a smirk you were familiar with - It looked funny, the way he managed to keep the lit cigarette from falling from his mouth as he bared his teeth in that animalistic way.

There was no denying the slight surprise in Billy Hargrove’s face as his eyebrows raised on his forehead.

“Hello to you too.” The boy’s voice was teasing, voice smooth as if he’d been slathering honey all over it and you would’ve taken a moment to secretly appreciate it any other day. A day where you weren’t on the verge of a suffocating panic attack.

You didn’t have time to speak before Jason’s grating voice cut through the booming music.

“C’mon, don’t be so uptight. I’ll loosen you up.”

Billy’s eyes cut to the boy over your shoulder as he rounded the corner, eyes squinting and you could almost see the gears turning in his head as he assessed the situation he had - quite literally - ran into. You watched as his gaze flickered back to yours and it didn’t take much of a genius to understand what was happening. Your frown, the shaking lips and pleading eyes were enough of a giveaway. His arm that was still wrapped around you gently pushed you to the side before he took a good look at the jock in front of him.

If your knees weren’t shaking as badly as your hands and your thoughts were running a mile a minute, you would’ve laughed at the difference in both boys. They were the same height almost, but the way Billy carried himself made him look infinitely more scarier than Jason.

“You never give up, do you, blondie?” Billy spoke, voice muffled from the cigarette still shoved between his lips, but scary all the same.

Jason pulled his shoulders back in defence.

“The fuck’s that supposed to mean, freak?”

People were starting to look your way, way more interested in the impending fight happening in front of them. Some people were looking at you, and it made you want to shrink. You hated the attention and had half a mind to turn around and run.

“You know exactly what it means,” Billy grabbed his cigarette that had turned into a bud from his mouth, puffing out the smoke in the blond’s face.

It looked like they were gearing up for a fight. In your desperation to stop it from happening, you found yourself grabbing Billy’s arm with a small tug. It was soft, but enough for the blue eyed boy to glance back at you.

“Please, just leave it.”

Your relationship with Billy was complicated; You weren’t exactly friends but you didn’t hate each other either. Ever since he transferred schools, he’d been in your radar one way or the other. You’d catch him behind the school with a doobie, walking in the halls where he’d throw a flirty and quite frankly, cheesy pickup line that had you rolling your eyes. Sometimes you’d let him copy your answers from a test if you were in a good mood, and he’d let you swim an extra hours after closing time by the pools. It became almost impossible to steer clear of him once Max was thrown into your odd group of friends, and you’d run into him so often that Billy started teasing you about stalking him.

It was a ridiculous accusation, of course. But it amused Billy to no end either way.

During all your interactions and random bump ins, he’d never seen you look so uncomfortable and scared as right now. Your hands were clutching his leather jacket, and although he had every intention of beating Jason fucking Carver into a pulp, it wouldn’t make that scared expression on your face disappear.

So, he gave you a small nod that he hoped looked reassuring before facing Jason who looked pissed. Whatever the latter boy had seen pass between your brief eye contact, was enough to grind his gears. It was evident in the way his jaw clenched and mouth pursed.

You watched as Billy leaned close to his ear to say something. It almost looked like Jason was about to push him off before his face turned sickeningly pale. They had a slight staring contest before the jock turned on his heel and walked off. Billy watched him until he’d disappeared completely, before turning around to face you.

“You okay?” He asked, and there was no mistaking the tension in his voice.

The boy was pissed. But he seemed to hold it together pretty well for the sake of not causing a scene.

“Can we get out of here?” You asked.

Nausea was making your stomach roll, and you weren’t in the mood to stick around for any longer than necessary.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Billy’s Chevrolet Camaro smelled exactly like he did. It was weird, but he always managed to smell like cheap cologne, smoke - whether it’s from a joint or a cigarette - and musk. It wasn’t an unpleasant smell, but you found your mind wandering to places they shouldn’t be.

If you had a nickel for every time you’d found yourself in Billy Hargrove’s car, you’d have exactly one nickel. It had been late in the winter when your piece of shit pick-up truck had broken down in the middle of nowhere and Billy had just so happened to drive past. Looking back on it, that had been the start of your odd friendship.

A Metallica song was blearing when the boy next to you turned the key to the ignition, and he was quick to reach forward to turn the music down with an annoyed grunt before peeling out of the curb and onto the road. You sat in silence, hands in your lap as you glanced out the window before tilting your head to his direction.

The silence wasn’t necessarily uncomfortable, but you were still feeling a little shaken up and exposed in your dress; All you were yearning for, was the burning stream of your shower.

Billy didn’t seem like he was in the mood to talk, his eyes looked faraway and that was your only indication that his mind was straying. You watched as his eyebrows jumped, like he’d come across an unpleasant thought, and he seemed to grow more agitated when he sighed heavily and rolled down a window in harsh jerks.

The smell of the cigarette he lit up between his teeth made you feel a little queasy, but you didn’t utter a word. It was clear that he needed some kind of stress relief and you figured that you’d let him have that after saving you from Jason the creep. Besides, you were used to Eddie’s chain smoking and Steve sneaking in a cigarette here and there.

“You okay?” His question caught you off guard, and you realised that you’d been staring a little too hard at his side profile.

You averted your eyes with a light sigh, taking in the dark road and the passing, yellowing trees blurring as Billy drove you home.

“Yeah.” You replied. “Are you?”

His response came in the form of a shrug.

You wrung your hands as you considered your next question. It had been nagging you ever since you left the party and seeing as the meek conversation was dying down, you figured now was a good time to come out with it.

“Hey, can I ask you a question?” You tilted your legs to point at Billy as you turned to face him in your seat.

You watched as his hair by the neck ruffled as the wind blew through the windscreen. It was hard not to stare at him, the slope of his nose, his sharp jawline and his pink, plushy lips. The boy was gorgeous.

It was like he’d read your mind, because he tilted his head to look at you, lips pulled into his little signature smirk and you didn’t even pretend to act as if you weren’t looking at him.

“You just did.” He said and you gave him a dry look until he relented. “Fine, what?”

“So, back at the party…” you trailed off until he hummed in acknowledgement. “What did you whisper to him? Jason, I mean.”

Billy’s eyes were on the road ahead and you could only see his side profile, but there was no mistaking the clench in his jaw and his hands tightening around the steering wheel. You briefly wondered if you should’ve left it alone, but you were too curious to let it go.

“I’m just asking because he seemed to back off pretty quickly after that,” you continued when the air grew thick with silence. “Dude practically created a Jason shaped hole in the door with how fast he ran off.”

That earned you a slight twitch of his lips and you would’ve missed it if you hadn’t been staring so intently at his face.

“Nothing you should concern yourself with, dimples.”

You grimaced, and you weren’t sure if it was because of his vague answer or the nickname he’d one day just randomly decided to call you a year ago. It used to make you roll your eyes and fake gag, but now there was a small flutter in your stomach and you weren’t sure what to make of it.

“Why not? The guy had his hands up my dress, I think I have the right to know.” There was a slight shake to your otherwise determined voice.

Billy must’ve caught it because he gave you a quick glance, gaze shooting down to your exposed thighs before he looked away. He cleared his throat and flicked the indicator to make a turn into your street.

“Maybe you should invest in pepper spray.” He said.

It didn’t take a genius to see how he was clearly avoiding answering you.

“Billy.” You said in your best no-bullshit voice.

The boy in question hung his head for a few moments, the ringlets of his bangs following the movement. He blew out a breath that sounded a lot of frustration and sucked his teeth.

“Fuck, fine.” His eyebrows pulled together before he relaxed his face and finally answered. “The douchebag got caught with his hands up Paisley Newman’s skirt behind the bleachers while she was telling him to stop.”

You sat back in your seat, mouth slack. Billy flicked his barely touched cigarette out the window.

“Paisley the cheerleader?”

Billy grunted but gave no further information. You knew Jason was an asshole, he’d be insistent and hardly take no for an answer but you didn’t imagine he’d dare lay hands on someone without their consent. You grimaced. Well, at least that’s what you thought before tonight.

Paisley Newman was also one of the nicer cheerleaders in the squad and that’s where most of her popularity derived from. She loved what she did, which was why it came as a shock to most students in school when she’d one day quit out of nowhere. It hadn’t made sense back then, but it all became a little clearer now.

Jason must’ve been her final straw. The cheerleaders shared the auditorium with the jocks. Seeing someone who’d sexually assaulted you every day must’ve been awful.

You were so deep in your thoughts that you hadn’t realised that Billy had parked in your driveway, ignition shut off. It was quiet without the loud rumbling of the motor, and suddenly you realised that you didn’t want to be alone.

You briefly considered walking back to Nancy before remembering that she’d stay at Jonathan’s tonight. Steve was still at the party and Robin lived too far away to walk or bike.

“Do you wanna stay?” Your mouth asked before your mind could catch up, meeting Billy’s disbelieving eyes as he turned to squint at you in the darkness of his car.

He clearly wasn’t expecting that, and neither were you.

“What?”

You’d assumed he would say yes and suddenly repeating the question felt ten times more embarrassing and terrifying all at the same time.

“Shit, I’m sorry. I don’t -“ you cut yourself off when Billy’s eyebrows climbed higher in amusement.

“You askin’ me to spend the night, sweetheart?” His voice had a teasing lilt to it.

You hated how it made your stomach clench up.

“No.” You glared at him, but his smirk stayed as he regarded you silently. “Just for a movie or something. I kinda don’t wanna be alone.”

Billy’s hands fell from the steering wheel as he craned his neck to peek out the windshield. The neighbourhood was quiet, void of trick-or-treating children considering it was way past their bedtime. His eyes flitted to your house, taking in the dark windows and looming stature.

“My parents are out of town.” You replied before he could ask.

He looked at you before nodding once, reaching to pull the key out of the lock cylinder. You hurried to scramble out of the car, shivering when the cold air hit you full force. The slams of the car doors echoed and you didn’t wait for him to reach your side of the car before you started walking up to your front door.

The scuffle of Billy’s shoes let you know that he was following you, and you hurried to unlock the door and step inside.

It was silent between the two of you, and you tried not to let the awkwardness show on your face as the both of you kicked your shoes off.

“Do you want anything to drink?” You asked when you passed the kitchen.

“You don’t need to get me drunk to fuck me, dimples.”

You rolled your eyes in hopes that he wouldn’t see your flustered expression, walking into the kitchen to retrieve two bottles of water before you started ascending the stairs.

The both of you entered your room, silence thick between you as you set the water bottles down on your bedside table before reaching over to click the bedside lamp on.

It was clear to the boy that you were nervous. He could see it in your restless movements and your shifty eyes. It wasn’t unusual of him to fluster you but you’d always come back with a biting response that had his stomach clench up with want. He’d had plenty of girls who acted the way you did, puttering around your room to have something to do, anything to avoid looking at him. He would usually put his charm on and literally seduce their pants off, but this was you. He felt a little lost on what to do or how to act.

Billy took to looking around the room in silence, taking in your sage wallpaper and the photos and posters pinned to it. He eyed your vanity cluttered with makeup and other crap, before he settled on your bed. The room looked exactly like he’d imagined it.

“So.” He sucked his teeth, and you tried not to think of how attractive he looked.

“I’m just gonna have a quick shower, need to get the smell of booze off of me. And the fake blood.” You grimaced at your arm. “Do you mind waiting?”

He smirked then, the prospect of seeing you showered and void of any cosmetic crap on your face secretly thrilled him. He couldn’t say that he minded your Madonna costume though. You looked like an angel wrapped up in sin.

“Go ahead, sweetheart.”

You rolled your eyes at the name, but there was a slight tug to your lips and Billy counted that as a win. He watched you turn around to grab a pair of shorts and a t-shirt before pausing at a drawer. His interest piqued when you cautiously glanced over your shoulder, blushing when you caught him staring. You sighed and opened a smaller drawer before plucking out a pair of panties that you hid behind the shirt in your hands.

Billy grinned. Blue cotton. Of course.

“Make yourself comfortable.” you said to break the silence and then paused when you saw him raising his eyebrows.

You narrowed your eyes in thought before turning around to your drawers. If only to evade his piercing eyes.

You knew rifling through your drawers was futile; There was nothing there that was fitting enough for Billy to wear, and standing with your back to him made you a little nervous. You could feel him observing you as he sat perched on your bed, so you made a noise in your throat and moved on to the next drawer.

It was almost like universe was on your side for the first time tonight, because staring right back at you were Steve’s shorts he’d forgotten on one of your many group sleepovers. You picked it up and sent a small apology to your friend as you turned around. Steve would cry if he knew who was wearing his clothes.

At some point, somehow, Billy had shed his jacket and was sitting in his jeans, bare torso on display. You’d seen it a hundred times before; gym class, at the local pool, outside Max’s house as he tinkered with his Camaro when you picked her up. The boy loved going topless any chance he got. But the sight still made you falter.

“Here,” you threw the shorts over to him, watching him catch it in silence. “Those are Steve’s, but you can borrow them for tonight.”

Billy’s lips stretched into a slow smile and the sight almost made your knees knock together.

“Have a thing with, Harrington?” He waved the material in his hands.

You couldn’t resist your grimace, arms folding against your chest.

“What? That’s gross. Steve’s just a friend.”

Billy grunted.

“Can’t blame a guy for askin’,” his voice was low. “Wouldn’t wanna step on his toes.”

That made you let out a surprised laugh; it sounded too loud in the quiet room but you couldn’t help it.

“Oh please, you’d walk all over Steve if you could.”

Billy narrowed his eyes, but he couldn’t take much offence when you were finally looking like you’d loosened up a bit. The tension was still in your shoulders, but your face was smiling.

“Are you gonna shower?” He asked in annoyance.

You smiled.

“I’m going.” You turned around and started to walk towards the joined bathroom.

Billy let his eyes slide down your legs, taking in the smooth expanse of them as they moved. Fuck. He’d fantasised so much about having them wrapped around him. It was sick how much they affected him but how could they not? You loved your shorts in the spring and your flowy skirts in the summer.

He didn’t realise that you’d turned around, his eyes shooting up with a guilty expression on his face to find you staring at him with raised eyebrows. You didn’t look particularly mad, just smug. Your heart was doing somersaults, though.

“Try not to do anything stupid until I get back.” You said, voice slow like honey and Billy smiled in amusement when you glanced pointedly at your underwear drawer.

He hadn’t planned to snoop. He hadn’t, really. But you’d put the thought in his head and now it was hard to think of anything else. You left him to battle with his own mind, closing the door behind you to grab a quick shower and scrub the night off your skin.

When you’d stepped out and dried yourself enough to struggle into your clean clothes, your stomach was twisting into knots. The thought of Billy Hargrove sitting in your room on the other side of the door was odd. You never thought he’d be even close to your house, but you somehow - behind your jitters - felt safe. He could be an asshole, a player, whatever Hawkins residents had labelled him. But he had been nothing but gentle and protective over you tonight, when it mattered the most. No one had batted an eye when douchebag Carver had cornered you, but Billy had been two seconds away from beating the crap out of Jason and that counted for something.

Billy was lying on your bed when you stepped into your bedroom, in Steve’s shorts and a bare chest with his hands behind his head as he stared up at the ceiling with a contemplative tilt of his lips. He sat up slowly when he heard the door open and the both of you locked eyes.

“You hungry?” You asked, draping your wet towel over your desk chair.

Billy’s eyes never left yours as you walked around in the room, and he shook his head lightly. He wasn’t even sure what you had just asked him, too busy staring at your wet hair dripping down your cotton shirt and your bare face on display. It was clear that you were a little nervous, or maybe just feeling out of place so Billy averted his eyes and swung his legs up on your bed to sit with his back to the headboard.

“So what are we watching?”

Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to go ahead and watch those horror flicks that Robin had picked up from work. You were beginning to regret this horror movie. It was interesting, but it had you feeling on edge as you sat with your legs hidden under the covers and hands covering your eyes, only thirty minutes in.

“For someone who was so insistent on watching this shit, you sure hide your face a lot.” Billy’s voice broke the tense silence.

You let your hands fall to your lap, a glare making its way to your face when you looked at him. He looked amused, arm behind his head and half sunken in your bed. The epitome of comfortable. The difference between your straight and tense back versus his placid form was laughable.

“It’s scary, okay?” you couldn’t help but giggle at the situation though. “This is all Robin’s fault.”

Billy huffed out a laugh, glancing at the screen.

“She’s got a weird taste in movies.” he muttered.

You tried to imagine him saying that to Robin’s face, and it made you grin when you turned back to watch the movie. Almost immediately, as if to taunt you, there was a jump scare that had you gasping and your hands shoot up in front of your face.

“Shit!” You swore quietly, separating your fingers slightly to peek through at the television screen.

The blood, gore and screams made you wince and your stomach roll. Maybe you should’ve gone with a milder movie that didn’t require you to watch it through your fingers or behind a throw pillow.

Billy was having the time of his life though. He had spent the past hour watching your face for reactions, the bend in your eyebrows and the sparkle in your eye as the light from the screen reflected in your eyes. It was dark, but he was mesmerised by your facial expressions and gasps. He didn’t know if you were aware of your little hums you made every time there was something particularly interesting happening in the movie. If you’d turned around right now and asked him to name one thing happening in the movie, he’d give you absolutely no correct answer.

He grew bored quickly though, abandoning the movie completely in lieu of watching you instead. His eyes started wandering from your face, taking in the curve of your chest and he almost squirmed when he realised you weren’t wearing a bra. Your t-shirt was a size too big, but you’d hooked an arm right beneath your breasts and he could see your nipples poking through the thin material.

Your jumping almost made him jump, and he couldn’t help but grin at your silent curse words that were tumbling out of your mouth in distress. He didn’t even think twice about it before reaching an arm out, breaking the barrier between you two.

You glanced down at his hand he’d clasped around your arm, eyebrows rising in question when you met his eyes in the darkness. He tugged and you tried to ignore the similar tug in the pit of your stomach when he tucked his bottom lip between his teeth.

“C’mere,” he grunted and you followed him without question.

You situated yourself in the middle of your bed, breath stuttering when he draped an arm around you to pull you into his naked chest. He was warm, way warmer than you expected, and you tried to calm your racing heart when you made yourself comfortable in his arms.

“Good?” He whispered, a slight rasp in his voice.

You hummed your assent, tucking a hand under your head where it rested on his pec.

It was hard to concentrate on the movie beyond that point, the gentle pulse of his heart under your hand was distracting you to the point where you started squirming. It didn’t take long for the boy under you to notice, grunting when you accidentally elbowed him in the side.

“Sorry.” You whispered, embarrassed.

He didn’t say anything, but his fingers found your chin to lift it up so you could look at each other. You hadn’t really let yourself think of how fucking intense his eyes were before, but it was hard to keep that thought away when they were boring into yours and clearly memorising every bump and scar on your face. You squirmed, shyly this time, and Billy tightened his grip on your chin; Thumb digging into your skin.

”What?” His voice carried over the sound of the movie.

A movie you’d once been immersed in but now acted as background noise. You frowned at the teasing smile pulling at the corners of his lips, trying your best not to let your gaze drop to the movement. You didn’t know if it was his sweltering skin, or your temperature rising above average, but you were starting to feel warm.

You didn’t know why you did what you did next or where your courage came from, but you found yourself pushing yourself up to peck his lower lip. It looked inviting, and the small graze of your lips against his was soft. His eyebrows rose comically, as if he hadn’t expected you to do that.

“Sorr-“ the apology died on your tongue, sharp gasp taking its place when he leaned down to kiss you, lips more insistent than previously.

You lost yourself in his taste, the slow slide of his tongue as he smoothly pushed you down on your back so he could crowd your space. He tasted of cigarettes and minty chewing gum you always saw him smacking on, an intoxicating mixture that had you opening your mouth wider so he could kiss you deeper. You felt it in your toes, thighs struggling to close but his body was in the way and he clearly liked the way your thighs felt around his hips.

“Fuck, dimples.” He groaned against your mouth, sliding his lips across to your jaw to suck at the sensitive skin there.

You felt your eyes roll at the sensation, raising your hips up so you could grind your centre against his. He responded with a growl, one hand sliding into your hair to grip it tightly.

“Why do you call me that?” You asked, curiosity finally getting the best of you at the worst of times.

Billy loved on your lower lip, teeth sharp and tongue wet as he mumbled out an absent what? in response. He was relentless in his exploring, sucking a filthy path from your lips, jaw down to your throat.

“Always calling me- oh,” your breath hitched when he found your sweet spot right underneath your ear. “Callin’ me dimples. I don’t even have them.”

That had him pulling away, and the downright dirty smile on his face made your stomach twist. He looked sinful, and you found yourself yearning for more.

“Sure you do.” he grinned, planting his arm on one side of you to keep his weight up as to not drop on you.

You gave him a confused stare, hand coming up to play at his messy locks at the nape of his neck.

“Two weeks after I moved here,” he began, his free hand grazing your tummy where your t-shirt had ridden up. “you were standing by the lockers, and you had this fucking top on you. Looked like an angel.”

He trailed off with a smile, his eyes glazing over a bit when he followed the path of his wandering hand, recalling the memory; Reliving it.

“It rode up your back several times in class and I could tell it annoyed the shit out of you,” he suddenly glanced up, locking eyes. He smirked, pulling his hand away from under your shirt to touch your forehead, right between your eyebrows. “could tell because you get this wrinkle right here when something’s bothering you.”

You groaned in mock embarrassment, but it was disguised wonder because you hadn’t realised just how observant Billy was. It was like you were seeing him in a different light.

His hand returned to its former place, resting on the side of your torso as he narrowed his eyes in thought.

“You dropped your notebook in the hallway that day and you bent down, shirt riding up…” he murmured, trailing off to instead slide his hand around your torso and sinking his fingers into your tailbone. “You have two dimples on your back here, baby. Sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my fucking life.”

Your chest caved in time with your deep breaths, eyes staring up at him in silence because what the hell were you supposed to say to that? You were turned on beyond belief, and you were sure your eyes were begging him to touch you, fuck you, anything to get rid of this aching need. You would’ve been embarrassed of looking so needy in front of Billy Hargrove, but the moment was so intimate and the amount of detail the boy was paying attention to you made you flush all over. You needed him.

“Had me so hard, I had to sit in my car like a fucking creep and jerk myself off.” He grinned at the memory, looking at you with more heat than you could handle.

The thought of it, although hot, made you giggle. There was something very powerful knowing that you had that effect on him. The known player at school, who’d essentially flirt and fuck anyone with tits and a heartbeat, crumbling just because of back dimples. There was a part of you that was scared of being another notch in his bedpost, but looking at him now, you couldn’t bring yourself to care one bit.

You pulled at his hair slightly to have him lean down, lips seeking out his desperately and he went willingly with a deep groan in his throat. It was clear that he was losing control, arm pulling you flush against his body as he ground himself against you. The feel of his hardness against your pussy made you whimper, teeth biting into his lip a little too harshly. He didn’t mind though, if his moan was anything to go by.

“Fuck me, Billy.” You whispered, feeling your cheeks warm up at the sheer desperation in your voice.

He cursed under his breath, caging your body between his knees as he kissed down your throat; Hands grabbing everything he could reach, like he didn’t know where to start.

You watched him as you caught your breath, the way he pushed your t-shirt up with his ringed hands to kiss your exposed stomach. You had to remind yourself to keep breathing when he snuck his hands under your shirt to grab at your tits. The gasp you let out had him moaning in response as he laved at the skin beneath your bellybutton.

“Smell so good, baby.” He rasped, pressing his nose against your skin and you giggled when he opened his mouth to bite at your flesh. “Gonna fuck you so good.”

One hand let go of your breast to pull at your shorts, your panties following along with them, making a home on your floor and your breath stuttered when the cold air hit your very slick center. Billy tutted loudly, disapprovingly and shoved your thighs apart.

“Don’t you fucking dare.” He glared up at you, heat in his eyes as he shuffled down the bed to lick and bite at your thighs.

“Billy, please.” You whispered.

Your hands sought out his tousled hair, fingers digging into his temple when his mouth finally, finally found your core. You yelled out when he went directly for your clit, mouth sucking on it just to get a reaction out of you. His eyes sparkled as he glanced up at you, looking ten different shades of sinful when he widened his tongue theatrically and dragged it from your hole to your clit.

The shudder that went through you seemed to please Billy and he tilted his head to feast on you as you moaned out loud into your room. It was downright filthy, the way he ate your pussy out like a man depraved. The sounds made you turn your head in slight embarrassment, cheek burying into your pillow and eyes clenching shut when he added his fingers into the mix.

They were thick, and he couldn’t get them all the way in thanks to his rings adorning the base of them. But he made up for it easily by crooking and scissoring them as his tongue laved on your bud.

Billy was losing his mind, the shuddering sounds you were making had his hips grinding into your mattress. You looked beautiful with his name on your tongue, voice whiny that quickly turned garbled when he upped the speed of his lapping tongue.

He knew you were on the verge of coming, thighs closing in on his head and hips lifting off the mattress to chase his aching mouth. His jaw was locking, tongue exhausted, chin fucking drenched in your slick but he was determined to make you come before he buried his dick inside of you.

Billy Hargrove wasn’t a relationship kind of guy, he ran at the first sight of attachment from his partners. He loved having sex though, the chase of it all thrilled him to no end and nothing satisfied him more than making a girl come. But that’s where it usually ended for him, he’d get his orgasm and be on his way.

He’d never been so enraptured before, so fucking turned on that he was humping a mattress like he was just entering puberty. The sounds you were making would’ve made him a little worried of your neighbours hearing, but they were like music to his ears so he couldn’t bring himself to care. And his eyes didn’t stray from your face as your back bowed and you screamed into the void, pussy clenching around his fingers and body spasming.

“Yeah, baby. Come for me, fucking squeeze my fingers.” His words were garbled, but your frantic nodding indicated that you’d heard him.

He couldn’t get enough of your taste, tongue digging into the space between his fingers buried inside of you. He was careful to not touch your clit as you came down from your high, but he couldn’t resist a nudge or two with his tongue. Only to watch you squirm and hear your breathing hitch.

You laid there for a long time, chest heaving and eyes locked on your roof unseeing. It felt like you came your brains out, thoughts scattered all over the room and you had no desire to put them all together again.

Billy kisses up your body and you smile when you lock eyes, his own lips pulling into a smug smirk. His chin is glistening with your slick and you weakly reach one hand up to wipe at it, as if to get rid of the evidence.

“You make the prettiest sounds when you come,” Billy says, turning his head into your touch.

You narrow your eyes at him, albeit a little tiredly. Your limbs still feel like jelly and you’re not sure how you’re supposed to function. But you feel like giving back, especially when Billy was so generous and the poking of his hardness against your thigh makes you feel hot all over again.

With a bite of your lip, you reach a hand down and pull him out of his shorts with a soft tug. He’s hard and warm in your hand, heavy and thick in a way that has you writhing beneath him. There are these small noises coming from Billy’s mouth as you collect his precum on your hand, forming a circle around his head and stroking down to the base.

You gaze up at Billy and find that his eyes have fluttered shut at your touch as he thrusts into your grip. His arms that are holding him up tremble, and a hiss escapes him.

“We don’t have to go further if you don’t want to.” He says, breathless. He opens his eyes to look at you, and he almost looks like a deity where he’s hovering over you.

The light from the television behind him was illuminating his form, creating a halo and making him look like an angel. You tilt your head.

“You saying you don’t want this?” You tightened your grip lightly around his cock and he hissed, eyebrows furrowing beneath the strands of his unruly bangs.

He lets his weight drop on you, face seeking out the juncture between your neck and shoulder to kiss at the skin. You let go of him to grab at his broad shoulders, nails digging into his flesh as he sucks bruises in your neck. You vaguely wondered how you were supposed to cover the hickeys up, but that concern is out the window when you feel the thickness of his cock brushing against your still slick and sensitive pussy.

“Condom,” you whisper, breathless. “In the drawer.”

He makes quick work of leaning over to yank the drawer open, searching blindly for a foil packet before ripping it open with his teeth. You slide your hand down to touch your clit, only to take the edge off while he rolls the condom on and returns to his previous position of hovering over you.

You reach to guide him into you, gasping quietly as you felt the thickness of his head breach your hole. It stretched, stung for a moment but you forced yourself to relax and focus on his low murmuring against your ear.

It took a few seconds to realise that he was whispering small encouragements, a string of “So tight baby, you’re doing so good for me. Feels amazing, fuck.”. It made you momentarily squeeze him, drawing a shudder from him.

“Yeah?” His breath was warm against your cheek as he nosed the skin there. You turned your head for a kiss, mewling pathetically as he bottomed out slowly against you.

His arms, that were caging you in, trembled and you watched him drop his head as if to collect himself.

“You good?” He asks, voice strained.

“Yeah please, please just fuck me, Billy.”

He doesn’t need any more affirmation than that, sliding out slowly before thrusting back in. It has your eyes shutting tightly and your mouth drop open in an obscene moan. He bites and nips at your jawline, setting a pace of steady, thrusting hips.

The slide of him inside you sets your nerve endings alight, goosebumps raising your skin as he gets up on his knees; Wobbly, eagerly. He eyes you up as he slows his thrusts and your body heats up at the look he gives you.

It’s dark, the movie is still playing in the background and providing little to no light to the room but you’re grateful for it right now as his gaze eats you up. He frowns then, halting his movements and you open your mouth to question him when he grabs your t-shirt and signals for you to raise yourself so it slipped off.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he sounds breathless, hands grabbing your tits in handfuls and thumbs swiping over your perked nipples in a practiced movement. “been waiting to see these for a long time.”

You whimper when he starts fucking you with more force, driving into you in a spot that has your head spinning. “Billy—“

“I know, baby, I know.”

The moan you let out is obscene and the boy falters at the sound of it, hunching over you and pressing his nose against your cheek. He’s groaning in your ear, and you start clenching around his thick cock as you feel your orgasm approach; Slowly, toes tingling and your blood roaring in your ears.

“Mm touch me…” you sound pleading to your own ears, but you can’t bring yourself to care.

Especially when Billy doubles down, fucks you harder into the mattress and brings a shaking hand down between the two of you to work on your clit. It doesn’t take much, a few rubs and filthy words panted into your ear and you’re flying off the edge with a scream. You didn’t think you could make a sound as loud as that, but you can’t stop it as you buck your hips and arch your back. Billy’s groans sound like music in your ears when you dig your nails into the small of his back.

It feels like you’ve blacked out, vision spotty and body jerked higher up on the bed as he fucks into you with animalistic grunts. He pulses inside of you, comes with a force that has him trembling in your arms and you hold him close to you in hopes of bringing him some comfort and to calm him down enough to stop the aftershocks.

There’s a distant scream from somewhere and your heart jumps before you register that the movie is still playing in the background. Billy laughs breathlessly at the sudden tension in your body, shifting in your hold to relieve some of the weight off of you. He still doesn’t remove his face from the nook of your neck, and you feel his face change shape as he smiles.

There’s a joke to be made about you getting your brains fucked while the poor girl in the movie is getting hers carved out, but you’re too lazy to voice it out loud.

What you do end up doing is sliding your fingers into Billy’s sweat damp hair, pressing your face to his temple and closing your eyes as your breathing regulates again. He smells like smoke and booze, but there’s a hint of cologne and Billy in there that’s weirdly comforting.

Your legs are starting to hurt so you unclench them from around Billy’s body and lower them gently onto the mattress. A hiss escapes you both as he gently pulls himself out, but he doesn’t move to get rid of the condom or even clean up and it has you giggling as you tilt his head up with the help of your fingers in his hair.

He looks fucked out, lips swollen and eyes dazed and it’s so obscene that you tense your thighs around his form.

“Don’t,” he sounds breathless. “I need a minute to recharge.”

You laugh at that, head thrown back on the pillow and Billy grins lazily at the sound. He slides a hand up from your stomach, over your tits before it makes a home around your bared throat in a gentle grip. It’s a random gesture, but it makes your stomach swoop.

“We’re not going again, I’m too tired.” You whisper, eyes tracking him as he shuffles up a little so you’re face to face.

He doesn’t let go of your throat as he kisses you, licking your bottom lip with a soft groan. It tastes a lot like a promise, but you’re careful to get your hopes up. Because even after all this, you’re still not sure of his intentions. If he decided to up and leave you, you would’ve been okay with it. Your ego would’ve been bruised, heart a little sore and you’d probably not show your face for a few weeks, but you were prepared for either outcome.

“D’you wanna stay the night?” You ask, voice small in the space between your lips. Billy locks eyes with you and you struggle not to go cross eyed as you lean your head back to see him more clearly.

It makes him smile, “Thought you’d never ask.”

Your fingers reach up to his lips, touching the side of his smirk and the prickle of his moustache. “I like this.” You tap his lips, seeing his brow twitch in confusion.

“Like what?”

“Your smile. It’s nice.” You say.

Billy smiles in response and it makes your heart flutter dangerously. You ignore the feeling, feeling a small rise of panic at the unusual intimacy between the two of you. There’s a meagre shift in the air as you come to the realisation that there might be something more going on between you than the usual bickering and playful glares.

There’s not much said as you decide to clean up and recuperate, shutting off the television and pulling your clothes on after your respective trips to the bathroom.

The silence is a little stifling as you lay in the dark next to each other, no other sound than your breathing. That’s why it makes you startle with a gasp when he reaches a hand out and pulls you into him.

“I can hear you thinking from over here.” He murmurs.

You can’t see his face in the dark, but he sounds amused. “I’m just… confused.” You cringe at the vulnerability, as if the boy under you would laugh at your confession.

Unsurprisingly, he doesn’t. He just grunts as he runs his fingers down your arm, watching your flesh goose pimple.

“Don’t be.” He said, as if it was that simple.

You wondered if it really was as simple as that. But you were curious by nature and you didn’t want to be another girl on his list of people he’d fucked. “It’s hard not to be. We just went from exchanging three words a week to… orgasms.”

Billy’s laughed rumbled in his rib cage and you allowed yourself to smile at the sound.

“I’m just wondering whether I’ll be seeing you with a new girl next week.” Your voice sounds meek, and you regret saying it as soon as the words were out your mouth.

Billy’s wandering fingers stop moving and you stare into the darkness of your room. You listen to his breathing. It’s unnerving, but it’s clear that he’s contemplating his response.

“You won’t.” He settles on at last, voice laced with finality.

“Okay.”

Billy pinches your chin with his fingers and lifts your head up. It’s hard to see him fully, but you can make out the lines of his face thanks to the brightly lit street from outside your window.

He searches your eyes for a moment before leaning in to kiss you. It’s not much in terms of words, but it reassures you enough for tonight.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The sound of a car door slamming from down the street roused you awake. You blinked your eyes open, wincing at the brightness of the room and turning your head to face the other way from the window. The sight of Billy’s sleeping face almost made you jump, heart speeding up as last night came back to you.

It was then that you felt it. Your lips felt dry, cracked from sleep combined with the over excessive kissing last night. And— God, the soreness between your legs was something you hadn’t felt in ages. You felt strangely relaxed though, limbs languid and comfortable.

Billy was sleeping soundly on his stomach, little puffs of air escaping him as he breathed. It was the most relaxed you’d ever seen him, no wrinkle or tension on his face. He looked gorgeous in the morning light, lips pouted naturally and eyebrows slack. You couldn’t keep yourself from bringing a hand up to brush a lock of blond hair from his forehead, careful not to disturb his sleep.

It was a struggle to escape from the bed without making too much noise, but you managed to find your clothes and an additional sweater to pull on top of your shirt because fuck it was cold.

You caught a glimpse of the time - 9:52am - and winced, thinking that you could’ve stayed in bed for a little longer since it was a Saturday after all. You made a trip to the bathroom, freshened up moderately without being too loud and went on a hunt for a spare toothbrush that Billy could use when he decided to wake up.

It was cold in the house and there would usually be some kind of noise in the downstairs area at this time of the morning. Your mom would always play her radio too loud while she puttered around the kitchen and your dad would often talk an octave too loudly.

You walk into the kitchen, preparing coffee and seeking out bread to make cheese toast. The roiling in your stomach doesn’t settle as you think of Billy, about last night and of how it had taken a turn you didn’t expect. Was this only a one time thing? Did he even want breakfast? What if he didn’t like coffee and preferred tea?

A noise from behind you has you whirling around, and you spot Billy walking slowly into the kitchen; Eyes taking in the surroundings before they land on you. You watch his lips stretch into an easy smile and sigh a little in relief because what were you so worried about?

He was still in Steve’s shorts, hair unruly and in need of a shower. He still looked a little sleepy, eyes puffy and bleary eyed in a way that almost made your stomach clench with how adorable he looked. There was something about Billy in the morning that made him look more vulnerable than you’d ever seen him before.

“Smells good.” his voice is raspy from sleep, and he stretches a hand out to scratch at his stomach with a yawn. “Shit, it’s too early.”

“You could’ve stayed in bed.” You said, plating the two sandwiches and reaching for a mug to pour the hot coffee into it.

Billy grunted and you didn’t know what that meant. He didn’t give you time to think on it too hard, your mind going blank when he pressed his front to your back, hands sliding beneath your hoodie and shirt and chin hooking over your shoulder.

“Billy!” You squealed at the touch of his cold hands on your skin, skin rising in goosebumps when he chuckled against your ear.

“Sorry, baby. It’s just so fucking cold.” He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck and you wriggled a little in his grasp when his hair tickled you.

“It’s okay,” you picked up his mug and did your best to turn around without spilling it all over the both of you. “I made you coffee. There’s creamer and sugar if you want that. I don’t know how you like your coffee…”

You trailed off awkwardly when you looked up and find him looking right back at you. His amused smile grew bigger and he grabbed the mug, taking a sip of it.

“Your rambling’s cute,” he murmured against the rim of the mug before taking another sip. You narrowed your eyes at him, tracking his movement as he reached around you to set his coffee down on the counter. “I like it black, as it is, by the way.”

He slid his arms around your waist to pull you into his embrace and you let him, humming happily when he slid one hand over the side of your neck.

There was a question in his eyes, you realised, and you nodded your consent before he went in for a kiss, allowing you to taste the mint of the toothpaste and coffee on his tongue. It was a lot chaster than you anticipated, but it had your breath stuttering all the same.

“Good morning.” He murmured against your lips.

“Hi.” You whispered back.

Billy let his fingers slide into your hair, the other hand pulling you in even closer by the waist. He searched your face, blue eyes surrounded by dark eyelashes that most certainly had all the boys and girls envious of them. “You feeling okay?”

The question caught you off guard for a moment before you realised what he was asking. He was concerned. It hadn’t registered your mind that he was searching your face for any clues of discomfort, and that warmed your heart as you put both of your hands flat against his pecs.

“I’m great,” you smiled before you paused. “Are you?”

“Always am.”

The both of you didn’t separate too far from each other, opting to stand close by as you nibbled on your cheese toasties. Billy wasn’t much of a chatter in the mornings, but you had a pleasant conversation as you finished up your breakfast.

You had your back turned to him as you placed the dishes in the sink, making a mental note of washing them later on, when Billy grabbed your hand and tugged when you turned your head.

“C’mere, let me love a little on you.” He said right before he leaned forward to kiss you.

You let yourself get immersed in the taste of mint and Billy, making small noises at the back of your throat when his tongue slid against yours. It wasn’t rough nor particularly passionate, just gentle and slow. The peaceful quiet of the morning was disturbed by a loud rumbling of a car engine outside, and you pulled back from Billy’s hold to look over your shoulder. You peered out of the window looking out onto your driveway and felt your stomach drop at the familiar car pulling in.

Billy could clearly sense your sudden tension, hands gripping your waist lightly, “What? What’s wrong?”

You didn’t respond, watching the doors open and the familiar mop of hair belonging to none other than Nancy come into view. Judging by the distant rambling, Robin was with her.

“Ah,” Billy laughed, prompting you to turn to him. “I’ll go get dressed and leave the mob to you.”

It wasn’t really a secret that Nancy disliked Billy, she’d always found him distrusting and full of himself and you couldn’t blame her. Robin and the rest of your friend group shared the same sentiment and you could only imagine what they’d say if they found out where you’d disappeared last night.

You gave the boy a slight smile, leaning into his kiss when he pulled you into it. It left you in a small daze when he drew back, making his departure from the kitchen and up the stairs. You jumped when the doorbell rang, smoothing your hair down subconsciously as you went to answer the door.

“Where the hell did you go?” Was what you were greeted with, Nancy’s voice shrill and tinged with worry.

“Nance, she’s fine. Don’t be so dramatic.” The other girl said, hand reaching for her shoulder before she drew it back at Nancy’s glare.

“Please, like you weren’t the one coming up with theories about how she was laying in a ditch somewhere.” Nancy gestured wildly with her hands, and you couldn’t stop the laugh from escaping you.

Robin winced as if she was recalling the memory, “Yeah, I’m never drinking tequila again.”

Your mouth dropped open at that, and you almost stomped your foot like a child at her reveal.

“You drank tequila? I missed it!” You said, a little sad because tequila-Robin was the funniest. You couldn’t count on two hands how many times you’d had one too many shots with her and ended up the next morning covered in mysterious bruises or cryptic clues about the night before.

“I mean, you did disappear,” Robin paused with a scrunch of her nose. “Speaking of, whose car is that?”

You felt heat spread over your cheeks as she gestured to the Camaro parked on the driveway, right next to where Nancy had parked her vehicle. They both looked at you, one with her eyebrows raised and the signature stubborn tilt of her mouth and the other with a curious wide eyed look.

Your mouth opened and closed, at a loss of how you were going to tell them the events of the night and morning without making either of them faint or go into hysterical mode.

“Well… it’s a funny story.” You laughed nervously, but you didn’t have time to say more as you realised that you’d completely lost their attention and they were now looking behind you.

Robin made a noise you couldn’t decipher and your mouth opened to question their behaviour when the unmistakable sounds of footsteps thundered down the stairs. God, even his footsteps sounded nonchalant.

“Ladies,” Billy’s voice sounded in the suddenly quiet space, and you turned your head only slightly before he appeared at your side in yesterdays clothes. Like magic. “Dimples.”

You looked at him, poking your tongue into your cheek to keep yourself from smiling at the absolute shiteating grin on his face. He knew what he was doing. Asshole.

“Um— I’ll follow you to your car,” you flicked your gaze to your friends. “you guys can wait inside, I’ll be right back.”

You pushed at Billy to get moving in front of you, and he complied with a smile. The girls waited until you were a little further from them before they started whispering aggressively, reluctantly retreating inside. You watched them over your shoulder with an amused smile, knowing they’d probably press their faces against the window to spy on you.

Billy huffed out a laugh, as if he’d heard your thoughts, and stuck his keys into the door to unlock his car. He left it unopened, opting to look at you instead.

“You’re an asshole.” You said, but your smile was too wide for it to have any real heat behind it.

Billy laughed, and that confirmed everything you needed to know. He wanted to show off to your friends and leave their mouths gaping open. Now you’d have to go in there and probably feed them every detail. Hell, you wouldn’t be surprised if they were already calling Eddie and Steve over. You just hoped the latter two were too hungover to answer their phones because you really couldn’t handle both Steve and Nancy at the same time.

“You can’t tell me you didn’t get a kick out of that,” Billy reached out to wrap an arm around your waist, he pulled you into his embrace and you went willingly. You watched his eyes, how they looked breathtakingly bright and blue in the morning sunlight, and the stubble on his face looked enticing. “Wheeler is losing her shit right now.”

“What?” You asked breathily, a little lost in his long lashes and stunning smirk.

He nodded inconspicuously toward the direction of where the window would be, and you made to turn your head but Billy’s tutting stopped you.

“Don’t look,” he murmured, voice dropping low. “Give me a kiss.”

Such a simple sentence. A command. And yet, your toes were curling and your chest was heaving a little deeper as you struggled to breathe. Billy was intoxicating, and you realised you weren’t sure if you were quite ready to let him go.

You stood up on your toes to reach his lips, hands sliding into his hair to grip it firmly as you pressed your lips together. The kiss turned deeper than you expected, his mouth opening yours wider to taste your tongue. A little whimper escaped your lips when he turned his head, nose digging into your cheek and hands sliding over your waist and around to your tailbone.

“Fuck,” Billy cursed as you pulled apart, resting his forehead on yours to catch his breath. “The things you do to me, sweetheart.”

It was cheesy, playful and it made you smile all the same. You pushed at his chest where he’d grabbed one of your hands to press against his naked chest and he stumbled with a teasing laugh.

“You goin’ soft on me already, Hargrove?” There was an unexpected softness to your voice that made Billy smile genuinely.

His smile still jarred you. Whereas before you’d see teasing smirks and dirty bites of his pink lips, you were now seeing a whole new smile. It reached his eyes, made them look brighter surrounded by endearing crinkles at the corners of his eyes.

“Never soft when you’re around, baby.” He said and you glared at him.

“Gross,” you said, as if he hadn’t buried himself inside your guts just hours ago. “now get going so the girls don’t explode.”

Billy rolled his eyes, casting a glance behind you to - presumably - stare at Robin and Nancy. He pinched your chin and pulled you into a quick kiss to your mouth before he turned to open the door.

“See you tonight then?” He asked, prompting a confused stare from you.

“Tonight?” your stomach flipped and it felt a lot like hope.

Billy produced a cigarette from the pocket of his leather jacket, sticking it between his teeth and patting the remaining pockets for a lighter. You’re nearly bouncing on your socked feet when he finally looks up at you, smiles around his cigarette at your wide eyes.

“There’s a new diner I wanna take you to,” he says. “we could get some food, maybe catch a movie.”

There was a moment where you thought he’d want to come over just for a quick fuck, but hearing him talk so casually about a date has your mind reeling. Surely it must mean that he wants something more than just sex, right?

You’re nervous to ask, but you have to know just for the sake of your own sanity. “You asking me on a date, Billy?”

He has never heard anything as sweet as your voice saying his name, and it should make him nervous over how fast his heart is beating. But he really can’t bring himself to care.

“That depends.” He answers cryptically.

You raise a brow, “On what?”

“On if you say yes.”

You’re not sure if you’re imagining the slight nervousness in his voice, but it endears you and excites you anyway. It’s with that in mind that you decide to make him sweat a little, giving him a crooked smile and turning around to make your way to your front door.

“Is that a yes, then?” You hear him call and you cast him a look over your shoulder without halting your pace.

“Pick me up at seven.” You reply, getting a quick glance of his smile before he turns and disappears into his car.

You force yourself to keep walking, not looking back once as you open your front door and step inside. Your heart is beating fast and you take a moment to catch your breath when the door’s closed. It doesn’t take long for Robin’s shrill voice to break the silence and you jump.

“Billy Hargrove?!”

Well, shit.

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Morning Touches

Steve Harrington x F!Reader

Part 2 of the TOUCH series

Summary: After the events that occurred the previous night, you wonder just how things may have shifted between you and Steve. Turns out, things only go from there in a way you might not have expected.

WARNINGS: 18+ Content (Minors DNI), sexual language, sexual content, mutual masturbation, fingering, curse words, mentions of alcohol

A/N: Thank you all SO MUCH for all the wonderful, positive reactions to this series. You guys are amazing and I only hope that you enjoy the future parts to this story. Song is Take Me Home Tonight by Eddie Money.

GIF is not mine and belongs to @semisweetshadow

Part 1

Work was a drag. Nothing new. You were bored out of your mind all day, considering you weren’t scheduled to work with either Robin or Steve today, leaving you stuck with Keith the entire time. It also didn’t help that it was a slow morning, there were barely any customers until the late afternoon but you didn’t mind. Having all the time to shelve the videos, check on late returns, and rewind the tapes really should’ve kept your mind off of other things.

It didn’t.

Rather than stay completely focused on your tasks, your mind strayed to the events from the previous night. No matter how many times you tried to push it out of your mind, you would go right back to thinking about it.

You thought of the way you were pressed back against Steve’s broad chest while watching the lewd film. The sound of his voice echoed in your ears as he whispered those small encouragements to you, urging you to keep making yourself feel good. You could still feel the way his big hands felt as one covered your own while the other squeezed and pinched at your breast, and the brush of his lips against your cheek as he whispered against you or the way they glided against your neck as he kissed you there. The way he held you while doing all those things as you rode through your orgasm played on a constant loop in your mind.

A slight shiver travels down your back, and you shake your head as you walk to the back shelf with a stack of videos, ready to place them in their respective places. Just as you go to place one on the shelf, a hand grabs your shoulder, causing you to drop them all to the floor.

“Shit, my fault.”

You glance up, seeing Steve giving you an apologetic look. While Steve often visited you on days you were working while he was off, you honestly didn’t expect to see him here today especially after last night. Clearing your throat, you kneel down to gather up the videos.

“Here, let me help you.”

Steve moves next to you, reaching for a few of the tapes as you stack them up. You mutter a small ‘thanks’, and stand up as you go to stack them again. Steve stands as well, leaning against the shelf as he watches you closely.

“Jeez, it’s dead in here for a Friday,” Steve comments, looking around the shop.

“Oh, yeah. Keith has been working at the counter all day dealing with all the customers,” you scoff, shaking your head. “All ten of them.”

“Leaving you stuck to do the rest of the work, hm? Sounds like Keith.”

“It’s fine. Keeps me busy.”

You place the last tape on the shelf, dusting your hands off on your pants. “So, what are you doing here, Steve?”

“Came to see you, of course. Like always.” The comment makes you smile a bit.“Me? I feel special.”

“You should. What are your plans for tonight?” He asks, watching you shrug your shoulders.

“Same as yesterday, I guess.”

“Oh?” He raises a brow, a glint in his eye as he smirks. It takes you a moment to realize what the smirk is actually referring to, and your eyes widen.

“I- no, I didn’t mean… minus that… part,” you stammer, your pulse racing erratically. “I only meant–”

“I’m kidding, babe. No need to freak out,” he chuckles, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he follows you to the other side of the store. “Anyways, I’m asking because you and I are going to go to a party.”

“Are you asking me or telling me?”

“Atta girl, you’re catching on,” he grins, lightly nudging your arm with his. “Also, do you think you can drive? I plan on having a good time tonight.”

“Since I really don’t have a choice, yeah. That’s fine. How’s… seven?”

“Perfect,” he walks past to the other side of you, not once breaking eye contact, and leans close to you. The closeness of his face causes your breath to hitch slightly, and he smiles. “See ya later, babe.”

Steve soon leaves, and you watch his back as he strolls out the front of the store. You shake your head, before moving back to the counter.

As you finish up, you think about the way Steve acted when he talked to you. Besides the little jab at you, which wasn’t even truly one, he didn’t bring up what happened last night. Part of you was grateful he didn’t, you don’t think you would have been able to handle the embarrassment. But… part of you wondered if maybe he was thinking about it the way you were.

Did he think about the way you shook in his arms when you laid back against him, coming undone? Was he hearing the sounds of your moans constantly in his head? Did he relish in the feeling of your skin as he brushed his lips against you?

Sighing, you shake your head at the thoughts. Of course he wasn’t thinking about that night. In fact, you know he would never think about you in that way. Every other girl he came across, sure. But not you.

He probably never would, you guys were just friends.

After finishing up with your tasks and clocking out, you head to your car so you can drive home. You only had so much time to get ready before picking Steve up for the party, so you had to hurry. You were ready to have a good time, you normally did when you partied with Steve. The only thing you hoped for was that he wouldn’t go too crazy.

Knowing him, you should’ve seen it coming.

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“Holy shit- that party was fuckin’ intense,” Steve claps, leaning back in the passenger seat of your car as you drive the both of you back to his house. He bobs his head along to the music playing on the radio, his sunglasses on despite how dark it already is outside.

“Yeah, it was. Can’t believe you shotgunned that beer.” You actually could believe it.

“Like a fuckin’ pro, too,” he raises his hand for a high five as you laugh softly, obliging.

The song on the radio changes, and you hear “Take Me Home Tonight” start to play through the speakers. Steve fists pumps as he turns the volume up.

“Hell yeah! I love this fuckin’ song.”

Steve was a fun drunk, you discovered that the first ever party you went with him to. Sure, there were times he would go overboard and you would have to drag him out of the house with some help, but most of the time he knew when to stop. Tonight, you were lucky he only had enough to have a good time while not having to worry about him barfing in the morning.

“I can feel you breathe! I can feel your heart beat faster!” Steve taps along to the beat on the dashboard, turning to you. “Come on, baby, sing it with me!”

“Steve–”

“Take me home tonight! I don’t want to let you go ‘til you see the light! Take me home tonight– here comes your part, babe!”

“Steve, come on–”

“Just like Ronnie sang–”

He holds his hand out as if he is holding a microphone. Rolling your eyes, you lean forward and finish the lyric.

“Be my little baby!”

Steve lets out a loud whoot, and you can’t help but laugh. The song soon ends, just as you pull up to his house, all the lights on the inside shut off. You knew that Steve’s parents weren’t home, so you didn’t have to worry about sneaking around.

Steve strode to the front door, dropping his keys in a tipsy haze as he cursed to himself, before you bent down to grab the keys. He leaned against the wall as he watched you fumble while searching for his house key. When you finally unlocked the door, you both made your way inside.

“God, I am beat,” Steve stretches his arms, and you catch a glimpse of skin right under the hem of his shirt. He turns to face you as he takes his sunglasses off, tossing them on the little table in the hallway. “Are you staying the night?”

The question was silly. Of course you were staying the night. You’ve stayed over with Steve after plenty of drunken nights. It was mostly to keep your mind at ease, since he was typically alone at home most weekends. Steve would let you sleep in his bed while he took the floor, but since then the both of you would just share the bed without questioning it. You were just sleeping, after all. Nothing more.

“Yeah, I’ll stay.”

“Then let’s go to fuckin’ bed.”

You follow him up the stairs to his bedroom, and as you do he is already ridding himself of his shirt, tossing it on the floor in front of his closet before digging through his drawer for a pair of pajama pants. Steve liked to sleep with his shirt off so it wasn’t anything new to you, seeing his naked chest and toned arms.

Steve calls out your name just as he tosses some clothes at you, which you catch in time before they can hit your face. Throwing him a playful glare, you head into his bathroom to change into the clothes. It seemed silly, considering he did see and touch your bare chest last night, but you didn’t want to make things more awkward than they needed to be.

When you come back into the bedroom, you see that Steve has already discarded his jeans for a pair of gray pajama pants, and that he is sitting on the bed waiting for you. After setting your own clothes and shoes on top of his dresser, you make your way over to him as he gives you a tipsy smile.

“Thanks for driving me back. Don’t know what I would ever do without you.”

“Yeah, yeah. Get your ass to bed, Harrington,” you ruffle his hair playfully as he gently swats your hand away.

“Hair is off limits! You know that.”

Laughing, you watch as Steve scoots over to the furthest end of his bed before you settle as well. Pulling his blue blanket up to your chest, you lie back against one of his pillows, the scent of his shampoo lingering in it.

He groans out in relief, hugging his pillow close. “God damn, it feels good to be back in bed. Started to feel a bit busy.”

“Please tell me you’re not going to barf.”

“Nah, nothing like that,” he rolls to face you, checking you over. “Comfy?”

“Very,” you hum. Steve’s bed was bigger than yours, and the mattress was softer. You very much enjoyed sleeping in his bed compared to yours at home. “I might have to steal your mattress when you’re not expecting it.”

“You could just stay here every night. Then you won’t have to,” Steve states simply, with a shrug of his shoulders. There was something in his tone and the way he looked at you that you couldn’t quite recognize, but you shook it off. You were pretty positive it was just the alcohol talking.

“Sure. Night, Steve.”

“Night, sweetheart.”

After rolling over onto your side, you face away from Steve. You try not to think about how close he is, and how you can feel the warmth of his body just a few inches away from yours. Or how his scent was surrounding you from every direction at the moment. You definitely try not to think about how his chest would feel against the bare skin of your back rather than the shirt he wore last night while he helped you reach the highest peak of pleasure you’ve ever known.

Yeah, it took you a while until you finally drifted off to sleep.

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You’re not sure what actually caused you to wake up at that exact moment. Whether it was the light shining through the blinds or just automatically rising as you usually woke up around this time. Taking in your surroundings through a sleepy haze, it takes you a moment to remember that you were in Steve’s room; the ugly patterned wall paper being the first thing you see.

Movement next to you causes you to glance over your shoulder, and you see Steve lying next to you with his eyes still closed. For a split second, you thought that he was still sleeping, and you were about to just roll back over and go back to sleep as well. That was until you heard one of the most erotic sounds fill the room… a soft moan.

A moan, followed by the rhythmic sound of Steve pumping his dick with his hand.

Your breath hitches as you catch a glimpse of Steve’s hand moving at a steady pace underneath his blanket, and you quickly turn back over. Holy shit, holy shit… was this really happening? Was Steve really jerking off while you were in the bed right next to him? Did he forget that you were right next to him? Or did he know and just not care?

Or… was he jerking off because you were in bed next to him?

Stop that, you think. Of course that wasn’t the reason. There was probably a very good explanation for what was occurring. But, you weren’t about to find out. This was a complete invasion of boundaries. You would rather stay quiet and pretend you were still asleep until Steve was done. That was the smart thing to do, right?

Trying your best to stay very still, you shakily let out a breath and try to think about things other than what Steve was doing next to you. What would you have for breakfast? Should you maybe see if Keith needed you to work even though it was your day off? Or should you–

Your thoughts become interrupted as Steve lets out a soft groan, and you can’t help the shiver that flows throughout your body. Why was your body reacting this way? This wasn’t right, listening to your best friend jerking off while he thought you were asleep next to him.

You couldn’t help it.

The sounds emitting from Steve’s mouth were sinful. Each moan released went straight to your core, and you squeezed your thighs together in response. It wasn’t enough. No, you desperately needed to touch yourself, but you wouldn’t do so with Steve right there.

You already did once before, you argue with yourself. He was there the other night and he even helped you.

Flashes from the other night came to mind and you made the mistake of letting out a soft sigh. Horrified, you freeze and try to play off still being asleep, but hear the movements from Steve completely stop.

“Shit…”

He says your name once, his voice rough from waking up only moments ago, and you stay still. He says it a second time, and you close your eyes before slowly turning over. His cheeks look flushed, whether from the vigorous activity he was just doing or from embarrassment at the thought of possibly being caught doing said activity.

“...Morning,” you say awkwardly.

“Fuck, did I wake you?”

“I, uh… I mean… not technically? I did wake up earlier but… I’m not sure if it was from what I was hearing, or–”

Steve runs a hand down his face. “Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t even realize you were in bed next to me until I…”

Until he heard you. He didn’t need to finish, you knew exactly what he was going to say. Rolling over onto your back, you stare at the ceiling, thinking until…

“Do you do that every morning?”

“Hm?” He looks over at you before you motion down to his covered dick. “Oh, uh… yeah. Most mornings.”

“I see,” you nod slightly, noticing the blush on his cheeks brighten a little more. You have never seen Steve this flustered before. It was kind of cute.

He clears his throat, turning his attention back to the ceiling as he brings an arm behind his head. “I didn’t mean to do that with you right here, babe. I- fuck–”

“Steve, it’s fine–”

“I promise you I didn’t remember you being in my bed. I didn’t even think–”

“Steve, relax. I don’t care.”

He sighs, turning to face you. “Are you sure? Because, like… I didn’t want to freak you out or anything.”

“I am sure, and I am not weirded out. It’s fine. Really.”

“...Okay, because–”

“I mean, you could even finish if you want to.”

Steve stares at you and a tense silence fills the room. For a moment, you wonder if you said the wrong thing. With each passing second, your anxiety begins to build and you think maybe you should just take back what you said and go home. Just as you go to speak, Steve beats you to it.

“Really? You don’t mind?”

It’s your turn to stare and pause for a moment. On one hand, you weren’t sure if this was a good idea. Sure, he watched you do the same thing the other night, but you didn’t know how this exact moment would change things between you both. On the other hand, you honestly wouldn’t mind if he pleasured himself right then and there. It was obvious that you both were very comfortable with one another.

Breathing out, you shake your head. “No. I… I don’t mind.”

“Cool,” he nods, bringing his arm down as he looks back up at the ceiling. “Cool, cool. Right.”

His arm slowly snakes under the blanket, and you watch with anticipation as it does so. But then it hits you: he might not want an audience.

“Um… I could go–”

“You can get yourself off too, if you want.”

When he turns to face you, all you can do is blink at first. Did he really say that or did you hear it wrong?

“...Huh?”

“You can… you know,” he motions along your body. “If you want to, I mean. You don’t have to. If you would rather leave, that’s fine too. I just want you to feel comfortable is all, babe.”

“Yeah… no, yeah. I understand, um…”

“I just know that you… well, you were squirming a lot. And… I heard you.”

You hold back a groan. So he did hear you. That right there should’ve been enough to make you want to leave from embarrassment alone. But you knew Steve wasn’t trying to make you feel that way at all. In fact, he just wanted you to have another chance to feel good.

With your lips pressed together, you look around until you’re back to facing Steve. The genuine look on his face tells you he is not trying to pressure you into doing anything you don’t want to. You of course already knew that, but actually seeing the sincerity in his eyes makes the choice easier.

“...Yeah, okay. I, um… I’ll stay.”

Steve gives you a small smile, before you both settle onto your backs, your arm brushing against his as you stare up at the ceiling. Safe to say, you were a little nervous. Despite Steve being there the first time you masturbated, this was different– this time he would be masturbating with you.

“...S-so, do we just…”

“Yeah, um… I guess you could just pretend I’m not here if you want? Or just– fuck it, touch yorself listening to me. Whatever you want.”

“Right, right.”

“You could take your clothes off, too. To get comfortable, I mean. Totally up to you, though.”

You pause, really thinking about whether you should or shouldn’t, when you decided fuck it, and began stripping out of the clothes you slept in underneath the blanket. After discarding them to the floor, you keep the blanket covering your chest as you look over at Steve. He watched you undress the entire time, you realized, but the only thing he did was give you a slight nod, before turning his head.

“Alright, then… have fun.”

Releasing a breath, you close your eyes as you slowly bring your hands underneath the blanket. It was so quiet in the room, you could practically hear your heartbeat. You could already feel the dampness between your legs as you shift, the obvious clue to how turned on you were earlier listening to Steve’s moans.

You roam your hands along your body as a means of relaxing yourself while also trying not to brush against Steve’s arm too much. One hand slowly makes its way down, and you push your legs apart to give yourself access to your wet pussy. A soft sigh escapes you, and you gather up your slick onto your fingers as you go back up, gradually circling around your clit.

The movement next to you lets you know that Steve has gone back to pumping his dick with his hand, and for a moment, you focus on the sounds of each of your hands doing sinful things to your bodies. You bring your other hand up to your breast, lightly squeezing and teasing your nipple as you brush your thumb along the bud.

There was no way this should be happening. You should not be lying next to your best friend naked underneath the blanket while the both of you jack off. There was no reason you should feel this turned on while listening to the way his breathing has changed because he is pleasuring himself.

But it was happening, and you were turned on. Very turned on.

Your fingers soon travel even lower, and you push one between your slick lips, just like the way Steve taught you to. It didn’t feel as uncomfortable as the first time, and was now even more pleasurable. Adding another finger, you feel the slow stretch of your cunt soon become enjoyable and move them at a steady pace. Brushing that spot each time you rocked your finger in and out of your glistening hole you sent lustful waves throughout your body.

How much time had passed? Had it only been a mere few minutes? Or had you both been there touching yourselves for a while? You weren’t sure. The only thing you were certain was that you were feeling so fucking good.

“Shit…”

Being so lost in your own euphoria, you almost forgot Steve was right next to you in his own sexual bliss. The speed of his hand pumping his hard cock increased slightly from what you could hear, and the sounds of his moans only added to your desire for eventual release.

Part of you wondered what was going on through his mind— what type of fantasies was he imagining? Was he playing out the scenes of a porno in his mind? Was he thinking about fucking someone else? Or was he thinking about you and how you were right next to him, unclothed and touching yourself?

You desperately wanted to look at Steve. You wanted to see his hand moving underneath the blanket. You could only imagine how he looked right now: cheeks flushed, his head thrown back against the pillow, and lips parted. But you weren’t sure if he would be okay with you watching him, so you kept to your own fantasy.

Moving your fingers back to your swollen clit, you begin to rub faster than you had when you initially started. That familiar hot pressure began slowly building up inside you, begging to be released, but you needed more. Touching yourself just wasn’t enough.

A thought occurred to you, and you mused at the idea that thinking about something even more sexual would help you. You try picturing the beginning of the porno movie from the other night in your mind, how you got a view of the girl’s breasts and pussy, and how she touched herself. It wasn’t enough. You try thinking about any one of your celebrity crushes, how they might feel against you, but it still wasn’t enough.

A guttural groan emits from the back of Steve’s throat, and you glance at him before stopping yourself. The sight of him was glorious. His hair was messy from sleep, and his eyes were still closed. His cheeks were pink, just as you thought they would be, and you could see how tense the muscles in his neck were as he tried biting back louder sounds. Even still, the sounds he was already making mixed with the pounding of his hand against his skin were driving you crazy.

Turning your head back and closing your eyes, you begin to imagine every possible scenario you could that involved Steve. You imagine that instead of your hands, it was his own pleasuring and touching your body. By listening to his soft moans, you imagine how much louder and filthier they would sound if his mouth was right next to your ear and if he was whispering sweet nothings instead.

I got you, baby.

God, you look so pretty like this.

Let me make you feel good.

Your mind went even further as to imagine Steve kissing every inch of you: your neck, your breasts, and even your mouth. You imagine Steve’s body over yours as he rocks his hard cock in and out of you, hard and fast.

This was what you needed. This was enough.

It was as if a tightly coiled rope snapped between the both of you, because before you knew it, not only were you finding your release, but Steve was as well. As your back arches up off the mattress, Steve’s hips buck up into his hand. Small whimpers and tight groans both fell from his mouth, while moans and whines broke past your lips– the both of you reaching your high.

Falling slack against the mattress, you let the ringing of your ears die down as you pant softly. Your arm relaxes next to you underneath the blanket, and you feel Steve bring his own down as well, his skin brushing against yours. Blinking your eyes open, your surroundings soon come to and you glance over at Steve, who you see still has his eyes closed, and a smile gracing his face.

“Wow…” He breathes out a small laugh, before he turns to look at you. His pupils were blown and god– you realized just how much you wanted to kiss his stupid face.

You keep from doing so, obviously, and find yourself pulling the blanket closer around you. Steve clears his throat, bringing one arm to rest under his head. That awkward silence returns, and you gnaw on the inside of your lip out of worry. What was he thinking about? Was he regretting what just happened?

“What are you thinking about in that pretty little head of yours?” Steve asks, breaking the silence.

“Me? Um… nothing. Just… that was–”

“Hot as hell?”

You scoff, shaking your head. It shouldn’t surprise you that Steve was still acting his normal self as if that didn’t just happen between you both. He turns onto his side, looking you over and you really wonder what is going through his mind at this moment.

“So, are you hungry?”

“Uh-”

Before you can respond, Steve is already turning away from you, tossing the blanket off of him as he reaches down over the edge of the bed, and grabs his pajama pants. You avoid him, giving him some sense of privacy before he stands up.

“I think I have eggs or some shit. I am fuckin’ starving.”

He truly was acting as if this was just any other regular morning. You didn’t know if you should be grateful about it or upset that he wouldn’t really talk more about what was happening between the two of you. The feeling settling in your chest was foreign to you, but you chose to push it deep down.

Keeping the blanket to your chest, you reach over and grab the clothes on the ground as you look up at him. Taking the hint, he quickly turns around and you begin to dress.

“So, do you want to stay for breakfast? Or… shit, I guess it would be brunch now.” He asks, placing his hands on his hips.

You were conflicted. Of course you did want to stay and spend more time with Steve. But, you also needed to think about the last few days and how, despite the lack of response from Steve, things were definitely changing between you both. Whether it was a good or bad change, and whether Steve would actually sit and talk about this, you needed to figure things out first. Time to yourself was probably the best choice so you could decide how to move forward.

“...Let’s do a raincheck on breakfast. I have to get home and do laundry, and clean the house. All that shit,” you stand up. Steve turns to face you and you wished he hadn’t, because all you wanted to do was run your hands through his messy hair and kiss those lips and– ugh. This was why you needed to leave.

“You sure? I can make pancakes, too.”

It almost sounded like he didn’t want you to leave. But if that were true, then he would be outright and say it. That was the type of person Steve was with you.

“I’m sure, Steve,” you force a small smile. “Plus, I’ll see you at work tomorrow. We’re scheduled together.”

“Right… yeah, right. Work.”

He smooths his hair back and nods, watching you gather your clothes from the night before and slip on your shoes. You meet his gaze, seeing a soft look in his eyes as he doesn’t pull away. Almost as if he is waiting for you to say or do something else.

“...Bye, Steve.”

“I’ll see you later, babe.”

Nodding your head, you walk past him, and make your way out of his house. You didn’t look back to see if he followed you or was watching out the window as you got into your car. Gripping the steering wheel, you let out a sigh. What was happening? What was this feeling in your chest? Why did you want Steve to beg you to stay or look at you in that way he did or kiss you?

Maybe it didn’t mean anything. Maybe it was only the lust talking. Steve was the one who encouraged you to explore yourself sexually without judgement. Were you just feeling something different because he has seen you in a completely different way?

That was it. It had to be. There was no other explanation as to why these feelings suddenly appeared. Maybe it was time to do more. To feel more, to go further than just self pleasure. Maybe… maybe all you needed to do was get laid.

Would Steve be willing to help you after doing so much with you already?

Finally starting your car, you begin to drive off, hoping that some time alone would give you some clarity about the situation.

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Baby, Please Come Home | Bucky Barnes (1st Day of 🎄)

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Hello hello hello! Alondra here! I haven’t written anything in a long time, so I apologize if this is shit lol I’m doin a 12 days of Christmas sort of thing and I’m praying that this doesn’t flop 😅

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“Merry Christmas, doll.” I heard Bucky’s voice through the phone, his tone in a slightly higher pitch than usual. I smiled to myself as I sat down on the couch, startling Alpine for a moment as she was just starting to fall asleep. She yawned and stretched out her little white paws in front of me, her claws peaking out as she started to climb onto my lap. The princess has spoken. Looks like I’m gonna be stuck here for a little while.

“Merry Christmas, Bucky.” I spoke. The realization that we’re not spending Christmas together this year comes fluttering to the front of my mind no matter how much I've tried to ignore it these past few weeks. The only sense of warmth I have of him in our house is some old shirts he left behind and our baby Alpine. She’s quiet and craves cuddles, just like her dad. “It uh… it doesn’t sound as good on the phone as I was hoping than in person, does it?” He chuckled out, trying to find a way to lighten the mood. I shook my head, forgetting for a moment that he couldn't see me. “No, it does not.” I replied, clutching my phone close to my ear trying to imagine that he’s here right in front of me and his voice isn’t so staticy.

“You want to say hi to Alpine? She’s right here.” I looked down at the small animal on my lap as my hand began softly scratching her head. “Of course I do! Put her on.” I placed my phone on the arm rest and pressed the speaker button on my screen. “You’re on speaker, baby.” I heard him shuffling on the other end of the line before speaking up. “Alpine? You there?” The cat’s ears turned up and looked towards my phone. “You takin’ good care of your momma?”

She stood up and leaned closer to my phone, inspecting it. It’s like I could see the cogwheels in her head turn as she wondered how she could hear her dad’s voice if he wasn’t here. “She’s been keeping me company.” I smiled and heard him laugh on the other end. “Really?” He said. I could almost picture him smiling. “Yeah! We’re best buddies now. We have so many intellectual conversations.”

“I can’t wait to see it in person. I gotta get Sam to help me figure out how to take a video so I can just do it without messing up when I get home.” I chuckled at the thought of poor Sam having to deal with Bucky’s lack of phone knowledge and the constant bickering they’re bound to have. I swear, sometimes he really does act like a 100-somethin’ year old man. “Sergeant Barnes, you are something else.”

“Hey, you know I still have trouble understanding! I didn’t grow up with this kind of thing.”

“Then how is it that my grandmother is able to figure out Facebook better than you?” I laughed as he grumbled. “Your grandma had more time to figure it out! It’s not my fault she’s hip.”

I could just imagine what his face looks like right now. His eyebrows are probably scrunched up, his gaze is on the floor and his lips are pouty and just waiting to be kissed. I let out a chuckle and looked around our house. The decorations were put up soon after Thanksgiving. We played Christmas music in the background as we both decorated our tree, Alpine seeming to think this is another place for her to climb and make hers. Once Bucky put the star on top, everything just felt perfect, even though I knew I wouldn’t see him on the day of. “I’m really sorry that I wasn’t able to be there this year.” He said. “I tried my best to – ”

“Bucky, don’t worry about it. It’s okay, I completely understand. Our line of work doesn’t exactly allow us to have vacations, sort to speak. I’m not holding it against you.”

“I know, doll, but still. I thought I would at least be home for Christmas.”

“I know, baby, I know but there’s nothing else we can do about it. We’re in two different places and flights are backed up, so I guess we’ll just have to make due with what we’ve got.” I could feel tiny vibrations on my leg as Alpine purred against me, my hand not stopping to show her love. She seems content. He sighed and spoke up once again. “I’ll make it up to you. I promise.”

I smiled. “I know you will.”

He cleared his throat as if he was trying to mask the sound of something. “Bucky… was that.. were you in a – ”

“Baby, did you get the thing that I sent you yet?” He cut me off as I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. “Um.. no, no I haven’t. I haven’t gotten anything.” He let out a groan. “No? Are you sure? FedEx promised me it would arrive in time for Christmas.” Alpine leaned in closer to my hand as I scratched the top of her head. “Doll, can you please do me a favor and keep an eye out for it? It could be arriving any minute.” I smiled to myself as I nodded. “Okay, I will.”

“I wanna hear as you see what I got you for Christmas.” I rolled my eyes and chuckled. “Bucky, you know I will love whatever you got me, but what I really want is you and I don’t think FedEx can send people over like that.” He let out a laugh. “Maybe they’d let me if Steve was to put in a good word.”

“You’re such an idiot.” I laughed and Alpine stirred in my lap, a quiet reminder for me to not move or else she’s gone and she’s the only thing in this house keeping me company. I could hear him huffing on the other line as I tried to figure out what he’s doing. “Bucky?”

“Yeah?”

“Where are you?”

“What do you mean where am I? You know where I’m at.”

“No, I mean are you outside? I could hear you huffin’ and puffin’. Are you trying to keep warm?”

“Maybe there’s another reason why you can hear me breathin’ so hard. I’m talkin’ to a pretty girl on the phone and she misses me just as much as I miss her.”

I stayed silent for a moment as I processed his words and gasped. You cheeky little fucker. “James!” My outburst along with Bucky’s laugh startled Alpine once more as she got up and left. “No! Kitty come back!” I could hear him practically wheezing in the background as she left to God knows where in our house. “What happened?”

“You made me scare Alpine out of my lap!” I whined as he continued to laugh at my expense. “Hey, you were the one who got the joke late and yelled, scaring our poor baby Alpine! That’s not my fault!”

“It is too! If you hadn’t made that joke, I wouldn’t have reacted that way!” I’m sure my face must be red from embarrassment as he continued on. “And to answer your question, with no hidden dirty jokes, I went out for a walk. I couldn’t stay in that hotel with Sam trying to find ways to decorate my arm with holiday decorations. Note to self, don’t let Sam buy tinsel and say it’s for the “tree at the Stark Tower”.”

I smiled at the thought of Steve being in the middle of these two teasing each other like children and not knowing which side he should take. Hearing his voice, even if it’s not crystal clear, makes me forget for a moment that he’s not here. There’s almost this sort of echo in the house that really makes you feel like you’re alone. It still breaks my heart, but I wouldn’t tell him to make him feel even worse about it. He’s trying his best and that’s all I could really hope for.

But I do wish he was here. Wherever Bucky goes, that’s home.

“Hey, I’m gonna take a wild guess here and say that you didn’t take the trash cans in like I asked you to.”

I was silent for a moment as I thought about what he said. “You didn’t, did you?” I shook my head and spoke. “Um no, I’m pretty sure I did.” I tried to lie and pretend like I didn’t forget, which in fact I know I did.

“Oh, really? Hmm… are you sure? ‘Cause something is telling me that you forgot.” I smiled and leaned back more into the couch and got comfortable. “I know I tend to be forgetful, but I’m pretty sure I already took them in.” I heard him chuckle. “Alright, alright I’ll believe you. I know you wouldn’t lie to me, baby..”

“Trying to put the guilt trip on me even when you’re not here, baby?” I laughed and grabbed the remote to turn on the TV. “I’m just stating the facts.. oh, hey, one second! I’m getting another call. I’ll be right back.” I waited for him as he placed me on hold and began to browse through Netflix to look for some good Christmas films to watch.

Before I could go to my suggestion list, I heard the doorbell ring.

“Weird, wrong number…” I heard his voice once again as he took me off hold. “Hey, I just heard the doorbell ring.” I spoke as I went to stand up. “It’s probably FedEx. Go check it out and take me with you!” I stood up, grabbed my phone and went to go and find a sweater to quickly put on. “Just uh do me a favor.” He requested. “Sure, baby. What is it?”

“I know you’re lonely at home, but try not to check out the delivery man too much, okay? Even if he is very handsome.” I laughed and shook my head. “Ohh, I don’t know Barnes. I gotta see what kind of a package I’m lookin’ at here.” I joked as he laughed. I walked over to the front door and opened it. My body stood still as my phone fell out of my hands.

“Delivery, for Mrs. – ” Before he could even finish the sentence, I jumped up and wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him towards me. I could feel and hear him laughing against me as his arms embraced me tighter into him. I could feel the cold air from outside come into the house, but I didn’t care. He was warm and he was standing at our doorstep.

He pulled me back so he could look at me and I could see a sheen of tears in his baby blues as he leaned down for a kiss. Both hands cupped my cheeks as he held me in place, his cold lips meeting my own. He’s grown out his stubble and it lightly tickled my top lip. I reached my hands up to tug at his hair and felt him smile against me as soft moans of content left his mouth. He pulled away too soon for my liking and looked down at me and laughed.

“Did ya miss me, doll?” I pulled him in for another kiss as he mumbled against my lips. “I can hardly tell.” His metal hand moved a strand of hair away from my face as he continued to smile at me. “But… how are you here? You’re supposed to be in – ”

“I know I know but we managed to finish the mission early and catch a flight. Turns out, Steve doesn’t mind using the Captain America card to get on a plane while running late.” He chuckled. He rubbed small circles on my cheek as I leaned into him. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you too.” He leaned in to grant me one more kiss before pulling away to make a comment. “I know it seems hard to believe, but I made you a promise that I will try to be home for Christmas and I keep my promises… unlike someone I know who didn’t bring in the trash cans.”

Fuck…

“Oops? You’re not upset, right?” I asked as he shook his head. “No, baby I’m not upset. I could care less about them. I’ve just gone and gave myself the best present a guy could ask for… the love of his life, crying and cheeks reddened in his arms, clinging to him with all the might they can muster..” He laughed as he held me against him.

“I’m here and I’m not going anywhere… now let’s get inside, get a warm drink and see if we can warm ourselves up with each other.” He winked as I playfully slapped his arm. “Let’s go surprise Alpine.”

“Ahh! That’s right!” He walked in and yelled out. “Alpine? Daddy’s home! Where are you sweetheart?” I closed the door behind us and smiled at the thought of him finally being home. He took off his jacket just as she came out from wherever she was hiding. He crouched down as she walked up to welcome him home. “Hey, you. Ya missed me?” He chuckled as he looked up at me.

“Doll?”

“Yeah?” He smiled up at me, his cheeks rosy as he uttered, “Merry Christmas.”

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lovelettersforthedamned · 2 months

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hi hi hi hi i saw this post and i wanna see your take on it (with peter ofc like hurt/comfort) (https://www.tumblr.com/moonstruckme/730170525023862784/okay-hey-me-again-was-hoping-to-send-a-request?source=share) something similar happened to me a couple of weeks ago too.

So a couple of weeks ago i was planning like this whole big get together and was texting everyone and planning food, decorations and everything and the day of most people either canceled or just literally didnt show up and i didnt even get a text or anything, and i literally spent hours planning, like i went to TJMaxx, Marshalls and stuff like that to find cute decorations and everything, like i spent all of my own money on this. Since no one came i literally sat in my house all dolled up eating everything and watch tv cuz i was upset. THEN around like 11 at night i was on instagram (and im guessing one of them forgot to take me off their close friends) and i saw a story of basically everyone i invited to my party go to another persons party or something i wasnt invited to ig and none of them told me. Like if im being honest, if they couldnt come cuz of some other event i would have moved the date even tho i picked it first. but like, its so shitty cuz they are like my main friend group and its hard for me to mingle with people in general. I have been texting like dry responses and the group chat has been empty since and i have no idea what to do. - 🎀

That’s What Peter’s For

✮ tasm!peter parker x f!reader

✮ word count: 0.8k

✮ warnings: one forehead kiss, hurt/comfort, mentions of food, angst.

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main masterlist ⋆ peter parker masterlist

✮ gif by @spidey-stark

The TV in front of you flickered from frame to frame, each pixel reflecting a bright and blinding light into your dark living room. It’s late as you sit alone on the couch, eating the food you prepared for your friends going to waste due to your overplanning. Or maybe because they didn’t bother to show up.

As you mindlessly shovel food into your mouth, you think back on your trips to pick out decorations for this night. You went with Peter, and you spent too much, but you didn’t care. You wanted your friends to gawk at the effort you put in, you just wanted them to care.

When you were picking out an outfit for tonight, you tried on each variation, but to no avail, you weren’t satisfied. The bedroom looked like a warzone. Shirts and pants scattered along the floor, leaving little to no walking room. You couldn’t help but look forward to seeing everyone, the thought making you anxious for everyone to arrive.

Peter was out for the night doing his nightly activities, when the clock struck eight, signaling that your friends should be here at any moment. You were still perfecting some of the drinks when you checked the clock again, eight forty-five. Your eyes furrowed in confusion as you walked over to your phone to double-check the time and also look for any ‘running late, sorry’ messages. And to your surprise, the time was correct, and no one had texted you.

Taking a seat on the couch, you looked for the digital invite you’d sent everyone to double-check check you got the date right. Maybe I’m the wrong one? Once you found it, you took a deep breath. The date is right.

You tried to find answers as you scrolled through social media. One of the people invited to your party posted a video of themselves dancing in a dimly lit club, the camera panned over to the rest of the group. You can feel your heart sink into your stomach as you realize that everyone you’ve invited was in that video posted five minutes ago.

Now it’s almost midnight, and you haven’t moved besides turning on the TV and reaching for the snacks on your coffee table. Thick tears roll down your face, taking your makeup with you. You texted one of them a few hours ago, simply asking when they would arrive at your place. And of course, you didn’t receive a response.

Too in your mind, you don’t even hear the front door open, revealing Peter quickly shoving his suit in his backpack. He was assuming that there would be other people filling in his apartment, causing him to change in the alley and rush up to meet you. A smile is on his face until he’s met with the sound of silence along with the muffled noise from whatever you are watching.

Then his eyes land on you. Walking over he can’t see your tear-stained cheeks yet as he asks, “Where is everyone, bug?” You sniffle, before turning your head to look at him, instantly breaking down in tears. “Woah,” he instantly sits next to you on the couch, pulling you in for a hug, “tell me what happened.” His tone suddenly turns stern, as he worries.

You look up at him, your skin smudged with a thick smear of black from the mascara you delicately applied just hours before. “Th–They…never showed up,” you take a shaky breath, “everyone ditched me for something else, Pete. And n–no one told me.”

Peter’s worry turned into anger. He was there for you through all of the planning, all of the grocery trips, and all of the outfit changes, and none of them cared to show. He knew that you needed him in this moment. You needed a warm embrace to pour your heart out. And that you did.

You sat and cried with Peter until you fell asleep, exhaustion taking over your body. When Peter felt your breathing even out beside him, he turned off the TV and carried you to your shared bedroom. Placing you down on the mattress, he walked back into the kitchen, quietly packing everything up, and cleaning the space. The last thing you needed to see tomorrow morning was the events of tonight.

You didn’t stir until you felt a cold cloth on your face, softly wiping at your skin. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m just taking your makeup off,” he hushes, placing a delicate kiss on your forehead. You relax under him. The feeling of someone looking after you makes you melt further into the mattress.

With Peter everything was alright, and you knew that he would be right at your side through all of it. That includes texting your friends a lengthy paragraph about the value of friendship.

✮ author's note: oh 🎀 anon, im so sorry you had to deal with this. i've been through something like this a few years back, and it is such a shitty feeling. you don't deserve friends that will push you aside for something they think is better. friendships do not work like that. they should have communicated with you about not making it, but the fact that they just ghosted you completely and tried to cover it up??? shady as hell. i'm always here to listen!!

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a phone that won’t ring

a/n: third time’s the charm? if this doesn’t post this time, u heard it here first: tumblr is homophobic 😤

word count: 1k

type: drabble/short story

tags: fluff, angst, i keep pretending like i know what it’s like to be an idol, they love each other so much but time is their biggest enemy fr fr

gif credits: @jigujellee

it’s hard dating kim minji. it was like one day, she was just your girlfriend. the girl who would hold your hand and swing it a little too hard on walks by the han river until both of you lose your balance. the girl who would wrap you with her sweater because she had a possessive streak and she liked you wearing her clothing. the girl who would kiss you senseless when she had to leave for practice even though she promised to call you when she got back to the dorms.

and then the next, she was the unofficial leader of k-pop’s arguably hottest girl group.

soon, the girl who would turn on the strangest filters when she video called you to make you laugh turned into the girl who would organize her members together as they interacted with millions of fans all across the world.

minji always tries her best to make sure you don’t feel like you’ve fallen behind. she talks about you to her members. she mentions that a ‘friend’ bought her the beautiful necklace that a fan comments on when she’s on vlive. she always wears that necklace - no matter where she is. in every single of the thousands of pictures of minji at the airport, she’s wearing that necklace.

to the extent that people began spreading rumors that jungwon of enhypen and minji of newjeans were dating and that was their couple necklace. minji had laughed about it when she called you when those rumors first came out.

“i don’t think i’ve ever even been within ten feet of jungwon. people will say anything if you’re the same age as someone else. or honestly, if they just think you’re shippable with them. how ridiculous is that,” minji snorts as she fingers the sapphire necklace thoughtlessly.

you try to laugh, nodding as your mind wanders. “yeah. so ridiculous.”

that night, you spent a good three hours searching up jungwon and fall down a rabbit hole of jungwon x minji ships on tiktok. you try to ignore the sinking feeling in your stomach when you realize just how well jungwon and minji match each other.

leaders. thoughtful. kind. so incredibly beautiful.

you weren’t bad looking - you knew that. and you knew that minji loved every single part of you, no matter how much you got in your head about it. but it was different for her. she didn’t even think about things that deep.

“have you ever noticed how uneven my eyes are? it’s like they’re on separate floors on my face,” you said one day, as minji’s not on camera for a second because she’s washing her face after practice. minji ducks into frame, white foam still on her face from her cleanser as she looks at you incredulously.

“y/n, i don’t think so at all. honestly, i don’t even know what you’re talking about; your eyes look fine to me,” she says, before ducking out of frame once more to wash the rest of the foam off of her face. minji can still see that you’re not completely comforted yet and she holds up her phone at an incriminating angle, as though she was scrutinizing your face.

“y/n, i literally see the most beautiful pair of eyes that could ever exist. you’re too hard on yourself. i promise no one sees what you think that they do. all they see is how kind you are and how genuine you are,” minji says and she can see the small smile that you’re trying to fight away and she considers her girlfriend duties to be fulfilled. for the moment, at least.

but that was a year ago, before newjeans was formed and before you started seeing minji’s face more often on billboards than in the comfort of her arms on a quiet date in your apartment.

now, when you get insecure about the tiny little things you don’t like about yourself, you stare longingly at the phone that you’re waiting for to ring, hoping that your girlfriend will call and wash all your insecurities away.

she tries her best - she really does. minji calls you whenever she can, even if she has to call you at 3 in the morning in america so she can catch you before you head to class. she’ll send presents to your door instead of actually showing up because she doesn’t want to compromise your safety.

and she will never take off that necklace. that beautiful sapphire necklace that you gifted her on her 16th birthday, with your first paycheck. the one that has your initials carved into it on a tiny little dog tag that falls down her back.

but it feels a little colder in your apartment meant for love when minji isn’t there to shelter you in her arms and cover your eyes during scary movies. you can’t help but checking her location (which she had shared with you soon after she debuted) to see when she would get home. more often than not, you would fitfully fall asleep before you could see her arrive at home. and you watch a phone that won’t ring until ungodly hours.

when she does call, minji tries to be as lively and attentive as she was before she was being flown out to a different country almost everyday. but you can see the eye bags that give away just how hard she truly is working. and you force yourself to tell her goodbye before you really want to because you want her to get at least a couple hours of precious rest that she doesn’t get too often.

it’s all worth it, you try to tell yourself. when minji finally gets a couple hours where she isn’t forced to be doing something, and she manages to bundle herself up and sneak into your apartment, it is worth. even when she gets a call from her manager that she has to be at the hybe building within the next hour, while she can hold you, it’s worth it.

dating kim minji is hard. but it’s all worth it in the end. it has to be.

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themusicsweetly · 11 months

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Thank you for posting videos, pictures, and the Tribeca panel commentary on twitter. It is much appreciated. 🙏🏻

[ Anonymous #2 asked ]: Sarah, would you mind writing a S701 review since you were at the premiere last night? Don't mind spoilers and you can warn others if they don't want to read. Loved it when you did it before. Thanks!

Hello Anons! Thanks so much for both your asks! I hope you don't mind me combining both your asks.

You're so welcome, Anon #1! I so glad so many people enjoyed my posts about it! I'm very grateful that I've been able to go to these events for several years now. I know that so many of you don't get that opportunity, so I try to do what I can to bring it to you all even if only virtually. Things are always so much more fun when they're shared, anyway. After all, that's what fandom should be about! 💜

For anyone who missed it, you can check out my Twitter page for my full coverage of 92Y and the Tribeca Festival. But here's some GIF spam from my favorite of the videos I was able to capture this week!

Anon #2, yes of course I'll write up a summary of my thoughts. I know you said you don't mind them, but I will try my very best to not include any spoilers in it as I know it really does ruin it for some. But just in case:

~~~POSSIBLE SPOILERS FOR OUTLANDER 7x01 BELOW~~~ ~~~SERIOUSLY, DON’T @ ME THAT I DIDN’T WARN YOU~~~

Outlander 7x01, "A Life Well Lost"

As Caitriona + Sam have mentioned previously in interviews, 7x01 picks up right where 6x08 left off. No time jump or anything, which I was really glad for. The opening scene was SHOCKING and used something that I thought was really clever and really rude all at the same time lol. I can tell you that the audience gasped because of it. I feel this bit was extremely effectively done. Caitriona's micro-expressions really made it for me.

One thing that surprised me — and perhaps it shouldn't simply because Outlander has always been full of this — was that there were so many small moments of humor in this episode, despite the obvious dire situation Claire and Jamie are in (but really, when aren't they lol). There's a new small side character that both Claire and Jamie get to interact with that provides much needed comedic breaks. Even Jamie's menacing looks add to this. Claire especially, I feel, gets to use her biting wit (or just straight up cursing) to add some humor to the tenseness. There's one particularly funny scene that takes place on a boat and involves an interrupting officer that I so loved! The entire audience burst out laughing when we saw it.

While Caitriona + Sam were obviously amazing, I'll say the surprising standout actor in this episode wasn't them. I won't say who, but it's someone we're well acquainted with. There are moments straight out of the book that this actor just fully nails. We're so lucky to have such strong actors filling these side character roles and s/he is just fantastic. Their sincerity and conviction sold me completely.

As book readers can probably guess from the title and from where we are in the timeline, we know basically what will happen in this episode — and they to stick pretty well to it. Even so, it is still so satisfying to get to see it played out on screen. Claire's despair, hope, and heartbreak. Jamie's torment, anger, and determination. The relief of it all. It's all played so, so well across Caitriona + Sam's faces and in their line delivery. Sam said during the Tribeca panel that Jamie is perhaps "more frail" in this episode, and I think that can be said for both of them. Despite them being well versed in separation, I think every subsequent one after their 20 year split wears on them more and more. And they both play that so expertly, making the time that we do see them together just that much sweeter. I don't think it's too spoilery to say that yes, they do share several scenes together this episode so dinna fash!

As for Brianna and R*ger, their scenes are pretty well separate from the Jamie x Claire scenes. I don't really have much to say about them, except that they move certain other storylines that will become more important later on in the season forward. And only just so. While it was important to do so, honestly it felt a bit filler-like. That said, I am actually pretty excited for certain arcs for Brianna and Jemmy later on (while also hoping they don't include that storyline for R*ger... sorry, not sorry) and this brought them maybe half a step closer to it.

Other than the moment on the boat I had mentioned earlier, there are two scenes toward the end which I really loved. One was such a sweet moment straight out of the book with some really great book lines that I had very much wanted to hear. it is Classic™ Jamie x Claire, so you know Caitriona + Sam knocked it out of the park. The second is not a book scene (I believe?? I don't remember it anyway), but was a great one for Sam / Jamie. It's how the episode ends and I told a new friend I had met in the Tribeca line that the final moment of the episode reminded me of Batman's cape swooshing over the camera turning everything black. Lol take from that what you will!

Some other random thoughts:

Jamie x Claire are SO. SOFT. They say separation makes the heart grow fonder? Really, it makes those two grandparents softer AND I LOVE IT.

I LOVED seeing Caitriona + Sam's names appear as Executive Producers! The entire audience was singing along to The Skye Boat song and then burst out cheering when that came up.

I really hope Major MacDonald's wig gets snatched by Adso at some point because F him lol

Overall, I'd say I enjoyed the episode. Some might say it's a bit slow, which I wouldn't disagree with. But knowing that 1) they had to get this part over with the tie up the Season 6 cliffhanger; and 2) this is really going to be a jam packed season of action and emotion, I think I'm okay with that. I've heard it from more than one source that 7x02 is even better than 7x01 so I'm really excited! I'm also really excited to meet our newer cast members, as none of them featured in the premiere episode. The Hunters especially will be so much fun to watch!

Hearing Caitriona + Sam speak about not only this season, but their journey with Outlander overall makes me so grateful that the quality is still there after seven seasons. They're clearly still so passionate about these characters and are determined to do them justice in every way to the very end. And I think that most definitely shows up in their scenes. I'm super curious to see if there's anything noticeably different or better now that they've been promoted to Executive Producers. And of course, to see Caitriona's first foray into directing!! Until then, I'm looking forward to you all seeing the first episode for yourselves 💜

#outlander #outlanderedit #outlander 7x01 #sam heughan #caitriona balfe #outlander season 7 #season 7 promo #jamie x claire #jamie fraser #claire fraser #my edit #92Y #tribeca #tribeca film festival #outlander premiere #a life well lost

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ghouligancentral · 2 years

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And Action...

Aether x Reader x Swiss (18+)

Afab reader- no pronouns; NSFW

Summary- Swiss and the reader decide to see if Aether wants to have some fun with them in a practice room. ( this summary sucks, I promise the fic is better)

A/N- The combination of the majesty of Aether’s forearms and that gif of Aether and Swiss (you know the one) got me like bruh. I knew I had to write this. This is the sequel to "Lights, Camera, Ghoul". I hope you enjoy.

Warnings: This is just smut so the whole fic is it's own warning.

Aether reaches over to pick up his phone after he hears the ding of a new message. It’s from Swiss. The quintessence ghoul taps on the text to find a video. No message or explanation attached, just the video, and as soon as Aether sees the thumbnail he knows he shouldn’t click on it.

But he can't bring himself to look away from the image of you laying sprawled out on Swiss’ bed wearing a ghoulette mask. Swiss must have sent this by mistake. This wasn’t supposed to be seen by him. Or was it? The questions swirl around Aether’s brain as he continues staring at the screen and he feels his cock beginning to harden in his jeans. A low grumble escapes him. What is he thinking? This obviously was a mistake. He should just delete the video and pretend like none of this ever happened…. right?

While Aether is trying to make up his mind, his hand seems to have already decided. Aether clicks on the video and his eyes widen at the sight. This is much more than he was expecting. He can’t move, he feels frozen as he watches you whimper and moan as Swiss fucks you. It is only a minute or so into the video and Aether can already tell he is fully hard. His cock presses painfully against the zipper of his trousers. The hand not holding the phone snakes its way down his body and settles on the bulge. A hiss escapes his lips as he palms himself through the fabric, but before he can move to undo his trousers, he receives another text from Swiss.

He quickly takes his hand off of his cock and pauses the video as guilt slowly creeps in. Aether can already guess what the message will say. It’ll say ‘Aether DON’T open your first text from me!’, but to his surprise it doesn’t say that at all. In fact, it says just the opposite.

Swiss: You watched it yet?

Aether just blinks in surprise at the question before typing his response.Did Swiss know what he sent?

Aether: Was that supposed to be sent to me?

The large ghoul holds his breath as he sees the green ‘typing’ bubble pop up in the lower corner of the screen.

Swiss: Yes. Did you watch it?

Swiss: 😈

Swiss: Did you like it?

Aether feels his cheeks heat up at the question. He certainly wasn’t expecting Swiss to send him something like that today (or any day for that matter). Should he respond? But before he can delete his text, he hits send.

Aether: yes

Swiss: You wanna fuck [Y/N]?

Aether’s eyes go wide in response to the blunt (and frankly crude) question . What is Swiss playing at? He has no idea how to respond. Oh of course he wants to sleep with you, and who could blame him. You are young, vivacious, energetic, and, not to mention, stunning. But shouldn’t you get a say in this? You're not just an object. Talking about you like this makes Aether feel like a creep, not that he didn’t after watching the video earlier.

Aether: SWISS! What in the hell type of question is that?!

Swiss: OH so you do!

Aether: I didn’t say that.

Swiss: You’re avoiding the question so I’m just going to assume the answer is a yes.

Swiss: So am I right or am I right?

Aether sighs at the question. He has already come this far. In for a penny, in for a pound I guess….

Aether: yes

The ghoul watches as the green ‘typing’ bubble pops up once more but it quickly disappears, causing Aether’s panic to flare back up. He racks his brain for an explanation of why Swiss stopped mid text. Another message from Swiss pops in but this time it's in a group chat.

Swiss: Both of you, meet me at the practice room in the east wing in 30 minutes

[Y/n]: Will do. What’s this all about?

Great, Aether thinks you have no idea that Swiss sent the video. Now there is a chance he and Swiss are going to be outed as a couple of perverts in front of you. But unbeknownst to him you are in on Swiss’ little game.

Swiss: Tell you later. Aether, you coming?

Aether takes a second to think before he types his response. Part of him wants to say no, that he’s busy, but the other part….. The other wants to see where this is going.

Aether: Okay

Swiss: Good man. See you two real soon

The quintessence ghoul lets out a long sigh as he drops his phone onto the bed beside him. This was not how he pictured his morning going.

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Half an hour later, Aether finds himself making his way to the east wing, butterflies fluttering in his stomach as a mixture of nervousness and excitement fill his body. When he gets there he sees you and Swiss already talking. The door is ajar but he pauses before he walks in.

You’re sitting on the edge of the grand piano as Swiss stands right beside you with one hand resting on your thigh. Aether watches the mutli ghoul’s hand inches closer and closer to your inner thigh. He leans over and whispers something in your ear, causing you to giggle before giving him a playful smack. Aether clears his throat to make his presence known.

“Hey Aether,” you chirp as you wave him over, but not before you push Swiss’s hand off of your thigh. Aether must have seen where Swiss’ hand was because the quintessence ghoul has a flustered look on his face as he enters the room.

“Hey man. Shut the door on your way in,” Swiss instructs before he turns back to you, continuing on with your previous conversation. Aether obeys and turns his back to you to close the door. He takes a deep breath before turning to face you. Once again, Aether finds you chuckling at the words Swiss just whispered in your ear.

“So,” Swiss smirks, as the other ghoul takes a few more steps into the room,” I was just telling [Y/N] here about the time that you got stuck in the air vent while chasing after Dew.”

You watch as Aether’s face heats up in response to recalling the memory. You smack Swiss on the shoulder to get him to stop laughing, feeling a little bad for chuckling yourself.

“I know you didn’t tell us both to meet you here just to embarrass Aether. So what’s this all about?” You question.

That’s where you’re wrong, Aether thinks to himself as he plops down on the couch in the corner of the room. Swiss’ eyes flicker with delight as he prepares to divulge his master plan.

“Well,” Swiss starts, as he helps you down off of the piano,” you know how I told you that Aether is a bit of a voyeur?”

Aether groans, covering his face with his hands in an attempt to hide his embarrassment. Why would Swiss tell you that? All he wants to do is sink into the cushions and disappear, never to be seen again. He slowly peeks out from behind his fingers, expecting the worst. But to his surprise you don’t seem bothered. There is actually a hint of a smile forming on your face.

“I remember,” you hum as you go over to sit by Aether.

“Well,” Swiss smirks,” I was thinking that we could have a little bit of fun together and have Aether critique our performance. ”

You watch as Aether’s eyes go wide, his mouth opens like his is going to say something but no words come out. When you received the group text from Swiss, you thought that he was planning something along these lines.

“I like the idea,” you muse as you begin to trail a hand over Aether’s bicep, “but I think that Aether should play a more active role.”

Aether can feel his erection beginning to press against his trousers. He looks from you to Swiss and then back to you.

“What did you have in mind?” Swiss asks with a sly grin as he walks over to join the both of you.

“You know that thing you mentioned the other night?” you giggle. The sparkle in Swiss’ eyes flickers to something much darker, something much more feral.

“Oh baby, you know you shouldn’t tease like that.”

“I’m not teasing. I’m serious. I wanna try it.”

A growl rumbles from the multi ghoul and Aether can already see the outline of Swiss’ erection through his tight pants. He’s getting a little dizzy from looking back and forth from you to Swiss. What did you talk about that has got Swiss so aroused? And how can he be a part of it? Swiss lets out a pleased growl before turning to Aether.

“She wants to try DP. You up for that?” Swiss asks Aether.

“Oh hell yes,” Aether responds, a little too quickly for his liking.

“Good. Let's get started,” Swiss announces and he offers you a hand to help you stand up. He pulls you in so that he can begin placing kisses on the side of your neck. You moan at the feeling of his warm skin against yours.

“Swiss,” you groan as the ghoul begins placing kisses over your neck, nipping and licking at the sensitive flesh. The way your hands roam his back causes a growl to emanate from the multi ghoul’s chest. Swiss removes his lips from your neck to look over to his bandmate.

“You just gonna sit there?” Swiss teases Aether, watching as he blinks out of his wide-eyed stupor, but the quintessence ghoul doesn’t have to be told twice. With just a few steps, Aether makes it over to the two of you and begins trailing his hands lightly over your back, working his way lower.

“Aeth,” you moan as you press back against his muscled chest. Swiss takes the opportunity to strip you of your dress by pulling it up and over your head before tossing it aside. Aether plants a series of hot, open mouthed kisses along your shoulder and up the side of your neck as Swiss unceremoniously removes your undergarments.

When Aether stops kissing your neck, he looks up to find Swiss’ gaze is on him. Swiss leans over you and places his lips on Aether’s. Aether brings up a hand to grip onto Swiss’ bicep as Swiss grabs at Aether’s waist. Being sandwiched between the two large ghouls as they continue to make out, is a dream come true. Their moans fill your ears as their erections grind against your body.

You let out a little whimper when you begin to feel a little squished. The ghouls separate to give you some breathing room before Swiss drags you over to the couch and motions for you to take a seat. Aether follows, looming just a couple steps behind the multi ghoul.

“ I’m going to make you cum to get you to relaxed and then we’ll move on from there. That okay with you?” Swiss asks as he kneels down between your legs. Your cheeks heat up as you bite your lower lip before eking out a ‘yes’. You’re feeling a little exposed under the gaze of the ghouls and Aether must notice because he then begins the process of stripping.

“Swiss, I believe we are a little overdressed for this occasion,” Aether chuckles as he works to open the buttons of his shirt. Swiss nods before doing the same to his own shirt. Both of them discard their tops, however, while Aether moves on to work on his belt, Swiss is too eager to get started.

Swiss places his hands on your thighs and spreads you open a little more as he shuffles closer. You gasp when a finger runs up your soaked slit. Swiss rubs soothing circles on your thigh with his other hand as he pushes his finger in. A groan escapes him when he feels how warm and tight you are. His cock strains against his trousers and now he wishes he would have taken the time to remove them.

As Swiss continues to pump his finger into you, Aether rests a hand on your cheek, drawing your attention away from Swiss.

“Feel good?” Aether asks as he gently strokes your face. You let out a moan in response as your eyes wander over his now naked body. The sight of his broad chest and muscular thighs has your pulse racing. You reach out your hand to touch his thigh, causing the large ghoul to shutter a little. You can’t help but admire his erect member as it hangs just a foot or so away from your face. You knew that Swiss was packing from your previous rendezvous with him, so why would you expect any less from the other ghouls?

Swiss feels that you aren’t paying enough attention to him so he slips a second finger into your core, feeling no resistance due to just how wet you are. A little squeal escapes you as he begins to scissor you open. The mutli ghoul smiles at the reaction, feeling a little proud of himself. You hands claw at the couch cushions as you scrabble to find something with which you can ground yourself.

Aether kneels down on the couch beside you and leans down to place a kiss to your lips. As his warm tongue explores your mouth, his hand makes its way to one of your pebbled nipples. You moan into his mouth as you feel him start to toy with it, pinching a little. Aether moves from your lips to focus his efforts on your jaw and neck, placing little nips and kisses all the way down to your collar bones. The two ghouls have managed to reduce you to a moaning mess in a matter of a few minutes. Your eyes roll back in your head as Swiss adds a third finger, he has your slick dripping out onto the couch below you.

You wrap your fingers around Aether’s length and give him a few gentle tugs, earning you some delicious groans. You consider taking him in your mouth but he isn’t quite close enough for that, so you settle on running the tip of your thumb over the sensitive head of his member.

“Aw fuck,” Aether grunts as another drop of precum drips from his cock. Aether moves his hand down so that he can show some attention to your clit. As your core begins drawing tighter, you know you are getting close to your orgasm. Upon opening your eyes, you look down to see a sinful display of the ghouls playing with you. A mewl of pleasure escapes your lips as a warning that you are about to cum.

“Cum for us,” Swiss purrs as he speeds up his fingers. This is all it takes for your orgasm to peak. You open your mouth to scream but no sound leaves you. You can feel your legs trembling one Swiss’s shoulders. Aether and Swiss continue to work you through the orgasm, but just as you are beginning to come down, Swiss adds a fourth finger. He has you cumming again. He continues to pump his fingers into you as your slick gushes out over his hand. The intensity of it is almost painful and you whimper a little in response.

Swiss pulls his fingers out of you before sticking them in his own mouth, lapping off any of your juices.

“You did so well for us,” Aether praises as he rubs your stomach lightly. You allow yourself to bask in his words as you remain floating in post orgasm bliss, only to be brought out of this state when you suddenly feel the couch moving underneath you. Aether lays the back of the couch down so that it makes a flat surface.

“This couch folds into a bed?” you question as your eyes flicker between the ghouls.

“Yep,” Swiss replies as he squirts a small amount of lube out onto his fingertips. You have no idea where he got it, so you just assume he brought it with him. He warms the gel up by rubbing his fingers together. When he notices you staring he throws you once of his show stopping smiles.

“Do all the practice rooms have sofa beds in them?”

“Nope, just this one,” Swiss grins. SO that’s why he wanted to meet in this particular practice room.

Aether offer you a hand to help you stand up off the couch. He then spreads out a blanket over the now flat surface before taking a seat.

“I want you to get on top of me,” Aether explains as he lays back so that his torso is resting against the sofa while his feet are still planted firmly on the floor.

“Okay,” you utter, your legs are a little shaky but you manage to position yourself so that you are straddling the large ghouls hips, facing him.

“How do you feel about warming my cock as Swiss opens you up?” Aether asks with a cheeky grin. You nod eagerly as you feel one of his hands being placed on your waist. With the other, he positions himself at your entrance. A moan escapes both of you when he enters. There is a slight stretch, but nothing too bad given that you had taken four of Swiss’ fingers and you already had two orgasms already. A rumbling growl sounds from Aether as he slowly sinks you down onto his cock.

You’re still so tight and oh so warm, you kind of remind him of a certain fire ghoul. He gives the both of you a moment to adjust.

“Lay down,” Aether instructs. You obey and prop yourself up on your elbows so that your chest hovers just slightly above his. He notices your hesitation to lay your full weight on him, so he just grabs your wrists and gives you no choice. You let out a little ‘oof’ as you land on his broad chest. You shoot him a little glare, he gives you a cheeky smile and a little shrug in response.

You lay your head against Aether as you catch your breath, you can feel your slick dripping down onto him. Aether reaches down and spreads your cheeks a little wider, giving Swiss quite the view. Swiss whistles as he moves closer.

“You ready for me to get you opened up?” Swiss questions with a grin.

“Oh yes,” you respond. You then feel one of Swiss’s lubed up fingers circle your rim before pushing inside you. You had tried anal before, so that part wasn’t new, but the fact that you currently had Aether’s cock filling your pussy, that was new.

“Fuck,” Swiss whispers under his breath. As he slowly began to stretch you out, you clenched down on Aether, earning a whine from the large ghoul. He gives the top of your head a kiss and praises you.

Swiss slips another finger in and begins a scissoring motion. Your nails dig into Aether’s biceps and you moan, trying to stay as relaxed as possible. Swiss spends a couple more minutes working you open before adding a third finger.

“Aw fuck, Swiss,” you moan as you press back into his fingers. Aether can hardly contain himself as he feels your walls fluttering around him. You can feel Aether’s grip tighten before he gives a little involuntary buck.

“Easy there Aether,” Swiss chuckles before patting the side of Aether’s thigh.

“Now you think you’re ready for both of us?” Swiss questions as he removes his fingers from your ass before wiping the excess lube off.

“Yes, please fuck my ass, Swiss. I wanna feel the both of you,” you beg, wriggling your hips a little. Both ghoul’s let out a little growl at the sound of your words. They have been patience in prepping you and now they are ready for their treat.

Swiss grabs the bottle of lube and squirts some into his hand before applying it to his member. A soft moan escapes his lips at the feeling of his neglected cock finally receiving some attention. He positions himself at your rear entrance and looks to you before continuing. You give him a nod to show that you are ready.

You can feel your rim stretching to accommodate the ghoul as he slowly pushes himself in. His nails dig into your waist and you know there will be bruises tomorrow. Swiss groans at the feeling of your tight walls surrounding him. However, it all suddenly becomes a little overwhelming and you clench around him, causing him to stop.

“Relax,” he instructs as he gently rubs your head in an attempt to sooth you. After a couple of deep breaths, you feel your muscles starting to relax one more. The sound of Aether’s heartbeat helps with the process.

“Good,” Swiss praises as he begins to push in once more.

“Oh fuck,” you whisper as you feel Swiss bottom out. He takes a minute to steady himself and allow you to adjust to the feeling.

“You doing okay, Luv?” Aether asks as he rubs his hand on your back. The feeling of both of them filling you is intense but you don’t want to stop now.

“Yeah,” you reply in a breathy voice,” just… just give me a minute.”

“Take your time. We’re not going anywhere,” Swiss smiles.

Swiss leans down to capture Aether’s lips while they wait for you to adjust. The wet sound their tongues make as they taste each other causes your arousal to spike. You moan a little, letting Swiss know you are close to being ready. Swiss pulls away to give you a kiss.

“Okay,” you state. Both ghouls nod to each other before beginning. Swiss is the first to start moving, he slowly pulls out half way before pushing back in, easing you into it. Your nails dig into Aether’s shoulders as you try to keep yourself from sliding around too much.

Before long, Aether begins moving as well, each thrust feels your pussy completely. They set a rhythm so that one of them is inside you after the other has pulled out, ensuring that you are never empty. You are totally and utterly fucked dumb at this point. You know you’re probably drooling on Aether’s chest but you don’t care.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” you repeat as pleasure shoots through your body. The moans and groans of the two ghouls echo within the wall of the practice room. Aether grabs one of your thighs and pulls it up, opening you up a little more. Each thrust sends you hurtling closer to your peak.

Knowing you won't last long, you begin to clench around the ghouls in an attempt to help them reach their highs. The set rhythm begins to falter as you feel Swiss speed up his thrusts.

When they both thrust in at the same time, you orgasm with a cry of pleasure. Jolts of arousal shoot through your body causing you to feel as though you are going to black out. The pleasure is nearly overwhelming. Aether groans but his voice seems so far away. Your walls flutter around them as your orgasm consumes every part of your body.

“Oh fuck,” Aether groans when he feels a gush of wetness soak his cock. Your nails dig into his arms as you cry out the ghoul’s names and you would have been embarrassed if your mind wasn’t fuzzy from pleasure.

“Holy shit, that’s hot!” Swiss grunts as he feels his orgasm rushing towards him. The slap of his hips hitting the backs of your thighs echo throughout the room. You can feel his fingers tighten around your waist and you know he’s about to cum.

“Fuck,” Swiss hisses as you feel the first ropes of his cum coat your insides. Aether follows closely behind and orgasms with a growl. They both continue to fuck their cum into you until they’re sure they’re spent. Swiss collapses on your back and the three of you remain in a sweaty pile while you catch your breath.

“Alright, get off,” Aether grunts as he pushes Swiss off of you. You feel some of his cum leak out of your rear when he pulls out. As you make an attempt to get off of Aether he pulls you back down.

“You stay,” Aether purrs as he pulls out of you. He shifts you up so that your head can lay in the crook of his neck and you hear Swiss begin to chuckle beside you.

“What’s so funny?” Aether huffs, a little annoyed that Swiss is ruining the peaceful moment.

“Nothing, I just wish we had caught all of that on camera,” Swiss explains as he sits up.

“Hmmm,” Aether grumbles as Swiss begins lightly tracing a finger over your back,” I guess we'll just have to do this again sometime.”

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I hope you enjoyed this purely self indulgent fic. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciate. Feel free to reach out if you have a fic idea or just want to say hello.

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judysxnd · 1 year

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Pictures you take of Pedro : random activities edition

I re wrote this one because something wasn’t showing, I mean at least for me, so just to make sure I published it again. Hope this time it’s okay.

Spring. Sunny day. Average temperature. Day off. You got it. You and Pedro hate doing nothing, even if you’re too tired to actually move. One random day off and you could find yourselves going anywhere and doing anything. This time, you decided to bike in town, going near the beach, the mountains, you could go everywhere and you did. You took this picture when Pedro was ahead of you (for a short period of time). A picture equals a memory. And you were planning on making a lot. Right after you put all your strength to pass him, which started a race that kept going for the rest of the day.

I told you, one day off and you could go anywhere and do anything. So just imagine what you could do with 3 days off? That’s right. You left. Not far away, but you went to the nearest mountains you could find. And you went hiking. It was very exhausting, it was a little bit cold too, but it was worth it. The view, oh man, beautiful. You prepared sandwiches, took some potatoes chips, so you decided to have lunch there. You took this picture right before eating.

You don’t even remember of you got back home, your feet were killing you and sleepiness got the best of you in the car. But as always, it was all worth it.

Pedro loves challenging himself, trying new things. One time he tried biking and despite falling a few times, he really enjoyed it. Since then, he never stopped trying to convince you to try with him. Your curiosity got the best of you, and Pedro could be very convincing. So, one Saturday morning you found yourself on a bike, next to Pedro.

You were very much scared, but managed to go passed it, and you were glad, because it was amazing. You got scared a few times, not going to lie, but the excitement got the best of you. It was one of the best experience you ever had. You were so thankful to have Pedro in your life, he made you feel on top of the world, and he made you try so many things.

After this exhausting day, you got home. After a very deserved shower, you laid on the couch, scrolling through your phone. At some point you went to your gallery, and saw a few pictures. But you didn’t remember taking them. It was after you saw this picture that you realized that Pedro took them.

You’re not an extrovert person, not even sociable. But when you started dating Pedro, you knew you had to say goodbye to that, at least a little. It was tough at the beginning, but Pedro never left your side, and you noticed that it was the only thing that mattered. If he was there with you, you were fine. And you were glad you were, because you went out a lot. Parties, festivals, concerts, the list was long.

This time, you were in a small town, and there was this pub that had a beer contest, and Pedro thought it would be fun to go there, just “to taste the beer” as he said. There were lots of people, lots of drunk people. You weren’t totally comfortable, but after two beers, you were feeling better, which surprised you, but didn’t mind. You took a video of the place, ending on you and then on Pedro (gif). And indeed it was really fun.

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planetsano · 8 months

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Hey guys!

I don’t think I’ve ever made a post like this before but unfortunately someone has forced my hand to do so. I really wanted my next post to be a new fic but it looks like it’ll have to wait until I address this.

I don’t like having issues with people especially if the issues aren’t even on my own issues— even more so in a space that I created for fun.

As some of you guys may know, I recently made a public server called Boba Pop. Anyone is free to join as long as you’re 18+ and enjoy anime men’s penis an almost grotesque amount. But that’s neither here nor there!

There was an issue that arose today between two members in my server over a theme divider. User @/sluttsumu and user @/miguelism (now @/startitties)are the parties involved.

Unfortunately, Stella felt as though Kierra stole her theme. I completely understand how frustrating that feeling is because I’ve had it done to me in the past. It especially puts salt in the wound because I used to really put hours into editing videos, banners, and gifs for my layouts. So, I can emphasize how it could feel.

I should also preface that in my server’s rules, it states to keep any drama at bay. More specifically, stating keep any issues in private conversations, limited but not limited to speaking to said person or a mod!

My server has an “open door” policy meaning if anyone feels unsafe, or like they’re being bullied/attacked, or then threatened/harassed, not hesitate to come to a mod if you aren’t sure how to approach the situation or even if you’re not much of a confrontational person and need one of us to break the ice. Communication is highly encouraged for better relationships and a more open atmosphere for the server.

It becomes an issue when there’s a lack of communication, on top of taking an issue that could certainly be handled privately, to tumblr. A platform that isn’t the safest for things like discourse and silly little online drama because of how easily accessible anonymity is, and the thousands of eyes that could potentially see said private situation between two people.

Stella did that exact thing and unfortunately, someone was uncomfortable with the situation.

The situation goes as follows:

Kierra mentioned Stella, letting her know that her theme was beautiful. Then said she hoped she didn’t mind that she used the glitter header she was currently using.

Stella said that it was fine.

Stella said that she noticed Kierra “also” took inspiration from the heart gif header she was using.

Kierra let's Stella know that she’s been using that header for years. (Since 2021.)

Stella acknowledges this and Kierra says that pink themes are very popular.

That’s not the issue, the issue is when someone takes to tumblr to sub post about the situation instead of speaking to the person you have an issue with like an adult or even speaking to someone on the mod team. That then makes said person feel uncomfortable and like they’re feeling attacked in the space, making them turn to a mod for advice on how to navigate the situation.

If you were uncomfortable at any point within the situation, you could’ve either reached out to the person you have this issue with or a mod so there wouldn’t be any communication issues. No one can read your mind on how you’re feeling unless it is said directly to someone. You acknowledged Kierra and you moved on, realistically, how is that person supposed to know how you feel? The mods and myself really encourage open communication so there aren’t any misunderstandings.

Making private situations public without the person you have an issue with aware of said issue, is not the way to go about things no matter how you look at things.

Can you imagine speaking to someone you believe is a friend then going online to see them sub posting about you in a negative light, being incredibly passive aggressive? I would really believe that anyone would be at a loss.

All this is to say, I was spoken to by my mod team who analyzed the situation (I was working) after it was brought up to them. To which, I then spoke to Stella about it to be the middleman.

I’ll attach the screenshots of our conversation so nothing is lost in translation.

I don’t appreciate and I will not accept being called out of my name for doing my job as an admin. I was very polite, respectful and tried my best to navigate the situation.

Stella, there weren’t any “bad” vibes. You were genuinely such a pleasure to speak to and interact with. You’re extremely funny and I found so many of the members in the server laughing at the jokes you would crack. And even being some of the first to read the works you would post in the promotions channel. You were welcomed and celebrated, as everyone is in Boba Pop.

This isn’t about “big blogs” and whatnot either. You want to avoid discourse but again, you take to tumblr to make this situation even bigger than it needed to be instead of communicating like an adult.

You were not ganged up on either. You were only spoken to by myself (the admin) then Kierra (the person you actually have the issue with). You said that I “blamed” you but there was no blaming. I came to you as an administrator with an ongoing issue that dealt with you and another member because my mod team notified me of the situation.

Your behaviors online do have consequences, as all of ours do. This situation could have absolutely been avoided but instead you took to playing victim on tumblr and spreading a false narrative that favors yourself.

I really do wish you the best but you don’t get to bad mouth me online, indirectly or directly, and expect me not to address the situation.

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banditthewriter · 1 year

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Compatible - Billy Russo - 1

Summary: Compatible is a program where applicants live in a secluded neighborhood for a year and spend each month with someone the algorithm says you are compatible with. At the end of a year, the program will tell you who you are most compatible with. The reader joins the neighborhood with an open heart and open mind, hoping to find someone. Loosely based on the Black Mirror episode Hang The DJ S04E04.

*gif is mine*

I hope you enjoy!

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Month One

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The bag on your bed was basically full but you still shoved another t-shirt in. There was a limit on the amount of bags but that didn’t limit how much stuff you could put in the bags. You had every intention of packing them to the brim if at all possible.

“I still can’t believe you’re doing this,” your best friend Karen said as she handed you a rolled up pair of jeans. “You realize we won’t see each other for a year. A whole year.”

You rolled your eyes as you shoved the jeans in with everything else.

“We can still video each other and everything. It’s not like I’m disappearing to another planet. I’ll just be an hour down the road.”

She snorted at that as she leaned against the door and crossed her arms over her chest.

“An hour down the road in a walled community with limited access to the outside world.”

You zipped the bag, but just barely. Satisfied that both of your large suitcases were as full as possible, you grabbed your toiletry bag and walked into the bathroom.

“Connections with the outside world could influence the algorithm. Hard to find your perfect match if you’re always texting memes to people.”

Karen moved so she could see you in the reflection of the mirror.

“It’s hard to find your perfect match from blind dating on steroids.”

“We’re never going to agree on this.”

The phone buzzed in your pocket and you pulled it out to check the time. Twenty minutes before the car would be there.

“Listen, I know that Compatible is a legit company. Trust me, I looked into them a lot before I signed. Is it a little weird, sure, but…I want to do this.”

She came around and approached you in the bathroom.

“I’ll try to stop worrying. I just want you to be happy.”

You smiled and wrapped her in a hug.

“I know you do.”

With the air a little clearer, Karen helped you pack up your bathroom. The two of you had already emptied your fridge and freezer and cabinets of anything that might spoil in the year. The company negotiated with landlords so that rent could be frozen but that you wouldn’t get evicted while you lived in their neighborhood.

The car pulled up right on time as the two of you got to the curb. Another hug and you were ushered into the car by the driver. Karen waved, anxiety and forced excitement clear on her face. You waved back just in time for the car to pull away and start moving.

You still couldn’t believe you were doing this. When the ad for Compatible came up, you’d thought it was a joke. The more you looked into them, the more research you did, the more you started to come around to the idea. And then one night after another failed date, you entered in your information and applied.

The questionnaire that you received was nearly 300 questions long. It took you three days to fill it out. Then a week later you got your invite for the closest Compatible neighborhood.

These neighborhoods existed all over the country. In fact you were pretty sure they had branched out to other countries now. And on every website were links to reviews that came from third party sites as a way to show transparency. Not all of the reviews were favorable, some people had done the year in a neighborhood and left just as alone as they started out. It wasn’t like you were promised a wedding ring and a happily ever after by the end of it. Compatible just promised that you would be matched with the people you were most compatible with. Chemistry and attraction were still things the algorithm couldn’t predict…yet.

You flipped open the packet that you had received in the mail and pulled out the timeline. For the next 12 months, you were going to be in the neighborhood with 35 other people. Each month you’d move into a different house in the neighborhood and live with someone that was deemed as compatible with you. After a month, you’d pack your stuff and move to the next house to live with the next person. At the end of the year, the system would set you up with the person you were most compatible with and you’d have a week long vacation with them fully paid for by the company.

From there it would be up to the participants to decide if they wanted to pursue an actual relationship or not.

In the packet there was a large map of the neighborhood. There were nearly fifty houses that everyone would be cycled through randomly, all of them set up exactly the same on the inside to foster familiarity. And of course there were other businesses because no one was allowed to leave the neighborhood except for extenuating circumstances.

You looked over at the list of businesses. There was a mall that had all kinds of stores, a list of restaurants that honestly surprised you, movie theaters, parks, and book stores. There were two gas stations at either end of the neighborhood, but you knew that wasn’t necessarily for the participants. Cars were not allowed for the individuals but the people that ran the company had some for transport like what you were in right then.

Although not on the map, you knew that outside of the neighborhood would be a police station and a fire station. Neighborhoods were built near these hubs for protection because while they didn’t have them in the neighborhood, they needed to be nearby just in case something went wrong.

Everyone was screened heavily before they were approved to come to the neighborhood, but nothing was foolproof.

There was still a little while before you got to the neighborhood so you pulled the palm sized tablet from your purse. It was the size of a phone but it didn’t operate the same way. This was your key to the neighborhood and would unlock the houses you were assigned to throughout the year. It was also your connection to the system and would randomly ask you questions so that it could calculate compatibility. It also had a feature that would let you chat with your match but that icon was dark at the moment. Guess you had to meet them first.

What would the people in the neighborhood be like? The compatibility levels would differ of course, but there were 35 people that you had a chance to meet. You’d only end up actually being matched with 12 of those, but it still meant pretty good odds.

You weren’t sure that you expected to leave this year with the love of your life, but you weren’t going to give up hope. You were a closet romantic, yearned for a love like your parents had, and dating hadn’t given you that opportunity. You thought that maybe starting with something basic like a computer generated compatibility algorithm might help that.

Of course your parents thought you were crazy. Well, your mom did. Your dad had told you to keep an open heart and an open mind for the year. And you knew how Karen felt about the situation.

Thankfully your work was understanding and would allow you to keep working from the neighborhood. You’d read some reviews where people lost their jobs during that year, but it was mostly marketed towards people that could either afford that or who were willing to make that sacrifice.

The website also said they were working on some less involved versions for people who did not have the luxury of up-ending their lives for a year. That sounded more like speed dating or Tinder than you were comfortable with so you were glad that you could take this chance.

The car seemed to slow down and you looked through the windshield. The scenery changed from dense trees to a large concrete wall. Straight ahead was a large chrome gate and a little gate house. Your driver cleared his throat as he slowed down some more.

“Please present your pad to the guard at the gate,” he said in a monotone voice.

Since it was already in your hand, you merely reached over to unroll the window and held it out once the car stopped. The guard plugged the pad into a larger one that he held. After a moment he looked up at you and then back down. Then he had you give him your name and date of birth.

“Alright, here you go. You’ll be starting off in house number sixteen. Welcome to Compatibile.”

With that he handed you back your pad. You sat back in the seat as the driver went through the now open gates. Your mouth dropped open at the sight of the neighborhood in front of you. It looked more amazing than you had imagined possible.

There were other cars on the road, stopping in front of various houses. The houses were spread pretty far apart with trees lined between them to offer privacy.

The drive pulled into one of the parking spaces in front of a house with the number sixteen above the door. You felt a thrill go through me as you stared at it. You reached out for the handle but your driver cleared his throat again.

“Have to wait for the other person. Both of you have to be together to open the house for the first time.”

That thrill seemed to spread over you even more. This was it. You were about to meet your first match. This was really happening. And as every black car came around the corner and continued past the house, you felt even more excitement go through you.

And then a car pulled up beside yours. The windows were tinted enough that you couldn’t really see inside, but it didn’t matter. Your door was opened by your driver who you hadn’t even noticed had left. Then you watched as the other car door was opened as well and someone stepped out.

Holy. Shit. The man was incredibly attractive. Facial hair perfectly trimmed, dark hair slicked back off of his face, dark eyes that roamed over the yard and then went to the car you were in.

You quickly checked your reflection in the blank screen of your pad before you slid out of the seat. You were getting out on the side furthest from your match so you breathed to steel your nerves before you walked around the car. The man who had gotten out of the car beside yours followed suit. By unspoken agreement you both headed towards the house.

“Uh, hi. I guess we should introduce ourselves,” you said a little unsurely.

The man opened his mouth to respond, but your driver interrupted as he pointed at something beside the door. It looked like some sort of touch pad. When you approached, it lit up. To each side was a white square just big enough for you to place your pad. The other driver explained that you needed to tap the receiving end of your pad to the square for it to sync so both of you did just that.

After a second the screen flashed white. Then the word “Welcome” flashed for a few moments before you saw your name.

Not just your name, but your match’s too. Billy Russo.

“Nice to meet you Billy,” you said with a smile.

He repeated it back to you with a matching smile. Your drivers then started to carry your luggage towards the porch so Billy reached out and turned the doorknob to open the door for you and for them. He gestured for you to go in first and you smiled again before you quickly stepped into the house.

It wasn’t overly large, but it would just be two of you here for a month so you didn’t need too much room. There was a couch in front of a large screen television, a window seat that faced into the backyard which seemed to have a bench and table out in the garden. There was a small dining area separated from the kitchen with a breakfast bar and stools. All of the appliances were metal and shined brightly in the natural light provided by the windows. There were a few doors that were closed so you weren’t sure what they all lead to, but you didn’t have time to wonder as your bags were dropped off in the living room.

Your driver handed you a set of keys.

“This is for the cart in the garage so that the two of you can move around the neighborhood freely. If you need a car for anything including bad weather, you can call for one on your pad. As soon as you both get settled, turn the television on and it’ll give you a brief orientation. If you have any questions, your pad will connect you with the service techs.”

Without much of a goodbye, both of the drivers turned to leave. You looked over at Billy who was shaking his head.

“That’s more than my driver said to me,” he said with a laugh.

Then you realized that it was just you and Billy in the house that you would both share for a month. You could see that he was looking at you but you couldn’t meet his eyes. Instead you started towards the closed doors to the side.

The first door led to a garage that had the washer and dryer. It also had a very expensive golf cart that the driver had mentioned. You closed the door and went to the next door. There was a bathroom with a toilet, sink, and standing shower. You opened the next door and saw a bedroom. The bed looked to be a double, everything in muted colors. Your heart started to race as you stared at the bed until you heard Billy call your name. You turned to see that he had opened the door next to the one you were at and showed another bedroom.

Oh thank god.

The last door was another bathroom, this time with a jacuzzi type tub. You made a mental note to take a soak in that at some point. Then you turned back to Billy who was inspecting the different foods in the fridge and pantry.

“So, do you want the left or right bedroom?”

He looked over at you and raised an eyebrow.

“Lady’s choice.”

You smiled and ducked your head down from meeting his eyes. You walked over to the living room and grabbed your bags. He came behind you to pick up the last bag for you. He gestured for you to go first and you led him over to the bedroom that you had opened. You put the bags on the bed and he placed your last bag next to the dresser.

“That’ll be interesting,” he said with a gesture up towards the ceiling.

A skylight. At least it wasn’t a mirror, you thought with a giggle.

“At least it isn’t a mirror,” Billy said with a laugh, echoing your thoughts exactly. Then he pointed towards the door. “I’m going to put my stuff in the other room. Meet in the living room in twenty minutes so we can watch the orientation video?”

You agreed easily and then, after the slightest hesitation from Billy, you were alone. You heaved out a sigh as you started to unpack a bit. There were hangers provided so you hung up the clothes that needed to be hung up. Then you put the rest in the dresser. You had a bag of toiletries but you didn’t touch that just yet. Then you looked around the room and felt your stomach flip.

For a second you’d thought that you’d have to share the bedroom with Billy. That would be one way to figure out compatibility, sure, but it wasn’t something you would have been comfortable with on day one.

Granted he was incredibly attractive. Maybe you’d get over that little hangup before the month ended.

You checked the charger next to the bed and saw it was for the pad. You plugged in one for your phone. Then you opened the drawer next to the bed and almost gasped. Condoms. They actually supplied condoms on the first night? Who slept with a complete stranger the first night they were supposed to live together?

You pushed the box to the back of the drawer and closed it again.

About twenty minutes after the two of you started to get settled in, you moved into the living room. Billy had just gotten there himself. He grabbed the remote from the coffee table and used it to gesture to the couch. Both of you sat down on the far ends, a cushion of space between you. He turned the television on but was saved from figuring out what to do next when the orientation video started up immediately.

A woman welcomed you both to Compatible’s New York neighborhood. She went over the same stuff that was in the packet, but you paid attention just to keep from looking at the man next to you. An overlay of the neighborhood map came up and she pointed out each business and explained that while there were some people that worked there, mostly they were automated since nothing cost money in the neighborhood.

“While you are encouraged to feel free to interact with the other occupants of the neighborhood, we do urge you to remember to spend time with your current match.”

She talked a little bit more about the neighborhood and the house before she held up a pad.

“This is your lifeline here in the neighborhood. A few times a day you’ll get questions, either directly regarding your experience with your current match or just general questions. These will help the system calculate your final compatibility at the end of the month. Remember that you can use your pad to keep in contact with your match if you are doing your own things. Plus it has other functions as well.”

She laid out what each icon did. There was the chatting app which was now lit up on your screen, the app that would pose questions, the app that connected you to the system if you had issues or needed to call a car. There were regular apps like calculator and camera and a calendar that only showed the month you were in.

Then there was an app that didn’t have a name. The icon was just a percentage sign and it hadn’t been on the screen when you first turned it on. It must have synced when you go to the house.

The woman explained that it would list your compatibility with your match, but there was a catch.

“This app can only be accessed on the first day of the month and the last day. It is completely up to each of you if you even want to check the percentage of compatibility, but know that you are more than welcome to. Just remember that it will disappear at midnight of your first night in the house. It comes back at midnight on the last day of the month and is only available until noon when you will be switched over to the next match.”

After a few more details about the neighborhood, including a few gatherings that were open to everyone in the neighborhood like block parties, the woman seemed to wrap up the introduction.

“We hope you have a wonderful stay here. Welcome to Compatible.”

The screen dimmed and then a guide appeared for different movies and shows. Billy had already put the remote down but he didn’t pick it back up yet. Instead he turned to face you and held his pad up.

“Want to check?”

Did you? Would it help to know what percentage you were compatible with this man? Or would that give you both some undue stress for the month?

In the end, curiosity won out. You raised your pad and both of you hovered over the icon. As one you both clicked on your respective pads.

The screen lit up with both of your names and a blank circle in the middle. After a minute a bunch of numbers started to rotate in the middle as if it was some sort of slot machine. Then it slowed and stopped.

83%. You and Billy were 83% compatible.

“Well, I guess that will make this next month easier,” he said in awe as he stared down at the number on the pad.

“Yea, I guess so,” you offered softly. Then you laughed and put your pad down. “It’s weird, isn’t it? I mean, we both know why we’re here. It’s like a semi-permanent tinder date.”

That made Billy laugh, his eyes crinkling in the corners as he did.

“I guess we just gotta get to know each other. That will take away some of the awkwardness.”

You smiled and turned to face him a bit more.

“Okay. Who wants to go first?”

—

By the time you and Billy had come to a comfortable stopping point in getting to know each other, the sun was nearly completely set. The clock on the mantle said it was nearly seven in the evening and since you both had entered the house around noon, that was almost seven hours of talking.

And yet it felt like it had been only thirty minutes. You told Billy so much about your life and in return, he told you about his. What had first been a rather perfunctory exchange of details turned into so much more as you told Billy about an accident you were in as a kid and he told you about growing up in the system. Then came you telling him about an ex that you’d had a bad relationship with and he told you about his time in the Marines. You talked about your parents and your best friend Karen and he told you about the man who became a brother to him in the Marines and how he’d been close to his family before an accident left the man alone.

“I don’t think I’ve ever talked this much on a first date,” Billy said with a grin. Then he laughed as his stomach let out a grumble. “Think we should hit pause and see what we can make for our first dinner here. What do you say?”

He stood up and held his hand out to you to help you up. You didn’t even hesitate before you put your hand in his. He smiled and lifted you up easily, giving you a spin before he ushered you towards the kitchen.

“Any allergies I need to know about? Foods that you don’t like?”

You started to open cabinets to peer into them.

“No allergies, don’t like stuff that’s slimy. That’s basically it for me. What about you?”

Billy grabbed some pasta and a can of tomato sauce. He went around you to the fridge where he pulled out a pack of hamburger meat that was in there.

“No allergies thankfully. As for foods I don’t like, as long as you aren’t trying to feed me MREs, I’ll eat just about anything.”

You smiled as you started to fill a pot with water for the noodles.

“I think we’ll get along just fine then because I love to cook.”

The two of you worked on dinner together, moving around each other easily. When you offered a spoonful of the sauce to him, he smacked his lips a little before he handed you a small container of sugar that he’d found. You agreed and sprinkled a pinch into the sauce. After it simmered a bit, you tasted it again and smiled. It was perfect.

Dinner was the two of you on the couch with a movie in the background. This conversation was lighter, both of you talking about your favorite meals. That led into talking about the worst meals you’d ever made and you had to admit, laughing with Billy was the easiest thing you’d ever done.

After the food was gone and dishes were done, it was nearly ten at night. You didn’t want the night to end, wanted to find more to talk about, and it seemed Billy felt the same because he kept giving you both new topics to talk about. But after you both started to yawn, you knew it was only time before you had to go to sleep.

“Is it weird that I don’t want to stop talking to you?”

You smiled as you propped your head up on your arm to stare at Billy.

“I was just thinking the same thing,” you said with another yawn. He smiled and then nudged your knee with his.

“Alright, we should call it a night. I mean, it’s not like we’re going anywhere anytime soon.”

That was true. You didn’t want the night to end, but the truth was that you had a month of nights like this one. With that in mind, you stood up. When you swayed a bit, Billy reached out to steady you. You laughed and then went around to turn off the lights. The door locked automatically so you didn’t worry about that. You went into your room and grabbed your bag of toiletries. Billy had done the same and headed into the bathroom nearest his room. You went into the bathroom next to your bedroom, the one with the standing shower. You brushed your teeth and washed your face. Then you left your bag on the sink to unpack in the morning.

Out of the bathroom, you saw Billy hovering a bit near his door. You walked over to him and smiled, tired but content. He laughed and held his hand out to you.

“Goodnight,” he said, your name on his lips soft and sweet.

“Goodnight Billy,” you repeated with a soft smile as you shook his hand.

In your room with the door shut, you changed into some pajamas and quickly slipped under the covers. You stared up through the skylight at the stars. With the neighborhood so far from the city lights, the sky was clear and the stars were bright. You yawned, your body stretching languidly under the covers. Beside your bed was your phone. You texted Karen to let her know you were there safe, apologizing for not letting her know earlier. You also told her you’d tell her more in the morning.

Then you reached out for your pad that you’d placed on the bedside charger. There was a notification on one of the apps so you opened it up. It was a question from the Compatible app.

What was your first impression of your match?

Your fingers hovered over the keyboard for a long moment before you typed something out.

I was impressed. He seems like a great guy and I think we have a lot in common. I look forward to our month together.

On the main screen, you looked at the percentage app just in time for it to go dark. The screen said it had just turned midnight so it was inaccessible. Not that you needed to open it again to remember what the percentage had been.

If this was 83% compatible, you had to think you’d never been more than maybe 50% compatible with any of your exes. Because this? This was unlike anything you’d ever felt before and it had only been twelve hours.

—

You woke to a chime that didn’t sound like your phone. You looked at the charging dock and saw that your pad was lit up. You pulled it off and tapped on an icon that was blinking. It was the messenger app.

Billy: Went for a run. Didn’t want you to wake up and think I disappeared.

A grin was on your lips before you had finished reading. The pad said it was seven in the morning and while you normally would be grumpy that you’d been woken before work, you remembered that you technically can work whenever you want now. And also because of how you were woken up.

You: Have a good run. I’m still asleep.

With the pad on your bed, you grabbed your cell phone. Messages from your parents asking how things were going were replied to with fairly generic responses. An inquiring text from Karen right after she would have woken up was responded to quickly as you told her that your first match was, seemingly, a great guy and things were going very well.

After that was sent, you heard the chime again. You picked up your pad and laughed when you saw what Billy had said this time.

Billy: Your spelling is pretty good for someone that’s asleep.

Was he texting while running? You laughed and tucked your face into your pillow to avoid the nerves that came from that image. Then you got up and stretched. With some clothes in hand, you went to the bathroom you had claimed as yours.

The water pressure was pretty great. You set out your things after you washed up and went about your usual morning routine. You tried not to think about Billy and instead just focused on what you were doing.

Showered, dressed, and prepped for the day, you deposited your night clothes into the hamper with your clothes from the day before. You checked your pad for another message but there wasn’t one. Then you checked your phone which had a text from Karen telling you to give her the deets as soon as you could.

Instead of replying, you went into the kitchen. Billy’s bedroom door was open and so was the bathroom, so he still wasn’t home. You went into the kitchen and started to get out the things you’d need to make breakfast. While you did that, you went over to the speakers and plugged your phone in. You shuffled your music until you found something you wanted to listen to and turned it up just loud enough to make you dance a bit while you cooked.

Just as you were putting the food onto the breakfast bar, the front door opened. Billy looked up and blinked at the sight of you buttering pancakes and putting down diced fruit. He smiled at you as he raised the hem of his shirt to wipe his face, giving you a look at his abs and chest.

You were just glad you didn’t drop the dish you were holding. Instead you cleared your throat and pointed at the other bathroom.

“Go take a shower, I’ll make sure everything stays warm for you.”

He came in and grabbed a piece of cantaloupe. He popped it between his lips and smiled at you as he bit down on it.

“Looks like you weren’t as asleep as you made me believe,” he joked as he went around the table to go into the bathroom.

You didn’t even think about the fact that he didn’t have clothes with him until about fifteen minutes later when he came out with a towel around his waist. He looked a little sheepish as he grinned at you again before he disappeared into his bedroom to change.

You discretely fanned yourself and then chuckled. It was somehow awkward and yet comfortable between the two of you. You could only imagine how it’d be in a few weeks of living together.

—

The days started to melt together. You’d wake up to a message from Billy telling you he was going for a run and you’d shower and start breakfast. Then the two of you would get on your laptops and work. You did editing for a newspaper and he ran his own security firm. Sometimes you’d call or video chat with Karen or your parents. Sometimes you heard him talking to someone on the phone in the other room, either employees or the friend that he mentioned sometimes.

Lunch wasn’t always spent together, but sometimes you both took time from work to eat together. And even when you were working, the two of you often ended up talking as well.

Dinner was a different affair. Most days the two of you cooked, but sometimes you’d go out to one of the many restaurants in the neighborhood. Either way, you and Billy would often talk for hours after the meal was done.

The first block party was at the beginning of the second week. The setup was near the pond and bridge that was on the other side of the neighborhood. You saw some people traveling in the carts but you and Billy just walked.

There were a lot of people, but that made sense. There were 36 people in the neighborhood. A few introduced themselves to you both, friendly conversations sparking up here and there as music played from somewhere and food was dished out from various sources.

You noticed quite a few of the women eyeing Billy as the two of you made your way around the group. For his part, Billy didn’t seem to notice any of them. If they got a little too friendly or bold while talking to him, he always either directed the conversation to you or would gesture for the two of you to walk away. You got a feeling that while he knew what he looked like and probably had used it to his advantage before, he wasn’t actively trying.

One thing you did notice was that any time one of the guys in the neighborhood sent a little too much attention to you, Billy would put his hand on your arm or over your shoulders and guide you to something that you just ‘had to see’ on the other side of the block.

On the way back to the house, you bumped shoulders with Billy a few times as you talked about a party your parents had thrown that had gotten shut down by the cops, both of you laughing as you described your dad standing in the driveway with half an eyebrow and the burnt out firework in his hand. Then Billy bumped into your shoulder before the back of his hand brushed against yours.

You peered up at him and then back down quickly as you switched to explaining your mom’s reaction to her prized zucchini being eaten by a goat that someone had brought.

“She was so–” your words trailed off as Billy’s fingers wrapped around yours. Then you smiled and continued, “She was so angry she didn’t speak to dad for two days. Which is probably the longest they have ever gone without speaking.”

The rest of the walk was spent with Billy asking follow up questions as the two of you held hands.

—

The crash of thunder made you sit upright. Lightning flashed through your room, the skylight magnifying everything. You hadn’t heard the storm roll in, but it seemed like it had settled right over your neighborhood. You started to lean back in bed, but another crack of thunder made you squeal and jump.

A moment later, your pad chimed.

Billy: Are you okay? I thought I heard a noise.

You grabbed it with shaking hands to respond.

You: Surprised you could hear anything over this storm. Yea, just got scared and maybe squealed like a little girl.

A few minutes later there was a knock at your door. You blinked a few times before another crack of thunder made you jump up. You opened the door and peered out. Lightning lit up Billy who stood on the other side of the door, his pad in hand.

“Thought you might like some company?”

You laughed a little nervously and opened the door wider. Maybe you should have joined him in the living room, a neutral place, but right then you just wanted him to come inside the room. He did, shutting the door behind him. Then he led you over to the bed. While you got in, he pulled the curtains over the window in your room.

A brief hesitation came over him as he came to the bed but you just lifted up the covers and ushered him in. He slid in right beside you. You put your pad back on the charger and he placed his on the table on his side. He then laid down on his side so he could face you. You propped your head up and faced him.

“Feeling a little embarrassed. I should be too old to be scared of storms.”

He shook his head. His freehand came up and brushed against your shoulder. Then his fingers moved down the length of your arm to your hand. You easily wrapped your fingers around his.

“Let me tell you about this time in high school when I stole the principal’s car. He’d tried to have me suspended a few times and I was holding a grudge.”

Billy’s voice didn’t completely drown out the storm, but you found that it didn’t matter. When he was speaking, you couldn’t hear anything else.

—

Not every night, but a few nights a week you’d get a message about twenty or so minutes after both you and Billy had gone to bed. It would be just a question mark. The first time it’d happened, you’d gone to his room to ask if everything was okay. It ended with you in bed with him, mirroring each other as you both talked until one or both of you fell asleep. Since then, he’d send the question mark and either you’d go to his room or you’d reply with an exclamation mark and he’d come to your room.

Neither of you put it to words, but for you, you just liked having someone to talk to in your most vulnerable moment before sleep. And falling asleep next to someone was soothing for you. Of course that made you remember the first day when you’d seen the double bed and had been almost scared at the thought of sleeping next to a stranger.

Except Billy wasn’t a stranger anymore.

And it seemed he felt the same way.

—

Billy had been terse all day. You tried to give him his space, but there was only so far that you could in the small house. So you went out to the backyard. You had your pad with you, but you pulled your phone out instead.

Karen’s face lit up the screen a few moments later when she accepted the video call. She smiled and started to say something, but she hesitated when she saw your face.

“What’s wrong?”

You shrugged and looked past your phone to the back of the house.

“I don’t know. Billy seems...I’m not sure. Something just seems wrong.”

“Well people have bad days. You can’t expect someone to be happy all the time, can you?”

No, and you didn’t. You were living in each other’s back pockets so yea, you’d both seen each other’s moods change. But this seemed to come out of nowhere.

“You said he had a stressful job, right? Maybe it has something to do with that.”

Which was a good point, except…he hadn’t been on his laptop or his cell phone when you noticed the change. He had been on his pad fiddling with something and then…then he just changed. You relayed this to Karen and she made a thoughtful noise.

“Maybe it was one of the questions? Have you checked yours today?”

You had and the question was about movie choices. You and Billy had compared and found out that most of the questions were the same for both of you, but not always. It was possible his question was different, but usually general ones like this were the same.

“And there’s nothing else on those things, right? Not like social media or email?”

You shook your head as you turned your pad over.

“No, nothing like that. There’s the service app, the chatting app, the question app. And then the stuff that’s normal, calculator and camera and calendar.”

Your finger had hovered over each app as you said them, but you accidentally touched the calendar app. It opened up and you looked down to see that there were only three more days of the month.

Time had flown by so fast that you hadn’t realized the month was already ending. Three days and then you’d need to be out of this house and into a car so it could be cleaned. You’d be shuttled to the next house where you’d meet your next match.

You heard your name softly from your phone and you looked up to see that Karen was watching you. Her eyes showed sympathy.

“The month is almost over.”

You swallowed and looked back down at the calendar. It had notes that you’d made throughout the month about dinner plans or things you needed to get from the store. And now just three days until the end of the month.

“Yea, but that’s…that’s the point of Compatible. One month with each match.”

“And who knows, maybe your next match will be someone you feel even more connected to.”

You thought about that and felt your stomach turn. Something told you that it would be hard to find anyone that you felt more connected to than Billy.

“Yea, maybe,” you said instead.

—

A hand brushed against your cheek. You wrinkled your nose but didn’t bat the hand away. It came again, tweaking at your nose. Your eyes sprang open and you found yourself staring at a smiling Billy. Except the smile looked…sad.

You turned your head to look at the pad next to your bed. It functioned as an alarm clock and right then it said it was seven in the morning.

“Going for a run?” you asked softly as you turned to look back at Billy. The two of you had been up until almost three talking last night so you couldn’t imagine how he’d go for a run, but he ran almost every morning.

“No, not this morning.”

There was something in his voice and it took you a moment to realize what he meant. Not this morning because this was it. The month end. The two of you had until 11:30 to get your stuff packed and ready to be picked up. At noon exactly, you’d get into a car and be shuttled to your next match.

You had packed the night before except for the clothes you were going to change into. Those were on your dresser waiting for you.

“I wanna check,” he said as he grabbed his pad.

He didn’t specify what he wanted to check but you didn’t need him to. You knew just what he meant right then. He wanted to check the percentage of your compatibility. It was 83% to start with, but what was it now?

You rolled over and grabbed your pad. Then you rolled back to him. You both navigated to the now lit up percentage icon. As one, you each tapped on the icon.

Your names appeared and the slot machine began to spin. And moments later it settled.

89%. You’d gone up six percent in the last month. You felt something dip low in your stomach as you stared at the number. It didn’t seem like enough, not for everything the two of you had gone through in the last month. It should have gone up ten percent, twenty percent. The spinning should have exploded because the two of you were the most compatible match ever and this was it, the two of you could just leave because you’d already found your perfect match.

But that wasn’t how it worked. You sighed and looked up to find that Billy was already looking at you.

“It’s been a great month.”

You swallowed as you noticed that his eyes darted down to your lips when you spoke. He swayed a bit, almost like he was going to…

Then he pulled back. A moment later he sat up and swung his legs over the edge of your bed.

“It was a good month. Just eleven more, right?”

And with that, he got up and walked out of your room. You started to call out to him, but you stopped yourself as you realized you didn’t really have anything to say. He was right, eleven more. It was obvious the two of you had become close, but this was a year long thing.

Who knows, maybe at the end of the year Billy would be your best match. Maybe you’d get another week with him in a remote place. Maybe…

You got up and grabbed your clothes. You were going to take a shower and get ready.Then you’d make breakfast for the two of you for the last time.

—

When you stepped out of the shower, the house felt…different. Billy wasn’t anywhere to be seen. You grabbed your pad and checked but there weren’t any messages. You poked your head in Billy’s room and saw that the closet was open. Open and empty. The pieces of him that were usually in there, his laptop and watch and phone, were gone. You rushed to his bathroom but it was empty as well.

You went to the front door and opened it up in time to see a black car back out of the driveway. You wrapped an arm around your stomach as you watched it drive off to the right, disappearing around the turn.

He left without saying goodbye.

Thank you for reading part one!

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kiss-inthekitchen · 2 years

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just what i needed | steve harrington

summary: you've never really felt at home anywhere. when your parents pick up and move you all to Hawkins immediately after you graduate high school, you resign yourself to having a lonely summer. then you meet Steve Harrington.

wc: 3.5k (your girl finally figured out how to do exposition!!)

a/n: so much yearning. pining. fluff. a lot of mentions of Alien (1979). title is from the song just what i needed by the cars and it could unironically save me from vecna

this whole fic exists bc i saw the gif below and lost my mind

You still remember the first time you met Steve.

You were new to Hawkins, a rare occurrence for the little town�� someone arriving instead of leaving. You’d managed to stay in one place for all of high school at least, and you tried to tell yourself that that made it better. It was a natural ending point, right? People graduate, they drift apart. They go to college. They move. It was a normal thing to do.

And you tried to reason with yourself that you weren’t leaving that much behind. You’d never really felt… comfortable in your friend group. It had its moments, it was definitely better than being alone, but… sometimes you felt like you were just there. Like if you left, things would probably continue on exactly as they had been.

Even still, it didn’t make you feel much better about trading in your old life for one in Hawkins. Your friends may not have been the greatest, but at least you guys did things together. Concerts, mall trips, movie nights. You had just become an adult, finished high school and were finally feeling like you had some freedom– and what were you supposed to do with that freedom now? It was almost funny.

On your third day in Hawkins, you’d walked into Family Video. Friday nights were movie nights, and your friends had promised to call you every week while you all watched the same movie on VHS. The pessimistic– or was it realistic?– part of you wondered how long that would last, convinced you it wouldn’t be long. You’d tried to silence it, but it was hard to imagine anything good coming out of this move. You just didn’t have the energy to be hopeful.

You’d pushed open the video store door, eyes downcast as you watched the ground change from cement to carpet under your shoes. You’d almost jumped when you heard his voice.

“Hey! New girl.”

Your eyes shot up to the desk, seeing him behind it. His tone was discerning, as if he’d been waiting for you and you’d finally showed, his hand gesturing in your direction.

“I–” you stopped short. You had no idea what to say to that.

He read your expression easily. “Ah, yeah, small town. Not used to getting new people, so, y’know. Word travels.”

You nodded, cringing inwardly at the idea of your arrival being big news.

“It’s not that bad,” he chuckled. Okay, so apparently you hadn’t cringed inwardly. “Well, you get used to it,” he amended his earlier statement. “I’m Steve, by the way.”

You finally managed to unfreeze, taking the last few steps up to the counter. It didn’t help that Steve was so casually beautiful, standing there in his Family Video work vest, looking altogether too attractive. His hair, especially. You don’t think you’d ever looked that put together, and especially not at work.

You realized a little too late that he was still waiting for you to respond. You told him your name, an easy smirk tugging at his lips at your slow response time.

And then he’d asked if he could help you find anything, and it dawned on you that you’d have to ask the first hot guy you’d seen in Hawkins– and probably the only hot guy, you’d thought to yourself bitterly, even if you knew that truthfully the town wasn’t that small– to rent you Sixteen Candles. He was probably going to make fun of you and then that would be it.

Of course, Steve Harrington would never. At least, not until he knew you better.

“Ah, an instant classic,” was all he’d said, quickly grabbing it for you from a shelf and beginning to log it into the system.

You watched as he typed on the keyboard, pressing so many keys you were sure their system had to be a mess. God, even his hands were pretty.

“So, how are you liking Hawkins so far?”

You scoffed. “What’s there to like?”

He raised an eyebrow at you, tamping down the defensiveness that rose up, opting to fire back with his own question. “So you didn’t want to leave home then?”

“I–” you frowned, cutting yourself off. Where even was home? Had you ever really felt at home anywhere? “I didn’t– I just lived there for high school. But no, I didn’t want to leave.” So that was kind of a lie. But it was easier than trying to work out your feelings enough to make them explainable to a stranger.

He’d leaned across the counter, bracing himself on his forearms, a silent request for you to continue.

And that’s just the thing about Steve. He’s always giving you his full attention, always wanting to know more. It’s dizzying, honestly.

The first few times you talked to him you had to fight to keep the conversation going, your words catching in your throat, stuttering out of your mouth, making you wonder whether it had always been this hard for you to put a sentence together. Maybe it was how rarely anyone had let you get to the end of a thought uninterrupted. Maybe it was just something about Steve. A very annoying, very compromising something.

But, oh, it was addictive. The way he looked at you when you spoke, leaned into you, searched your face with his soft brown eyes. That’s another thing about Steve. He was so soft and angular at the same time. The sharp cut of his jaw juxtaposed with the fullness of his cheeks, the fluff of his hair. Every once in a while something would surprise him, his mouth dropping open, drawing your attention to his perfect full lips and– god, you needed to stop before you embarrassed yourself.

Every time you saw him your heart took off running and you had to physically hold yourself back from going straight for him, had to pretend to be casual. You were too used to setting yourself up for disappointment, couldn’t believe that Steve’s interest in you would last. You were just the shiny new thing in Hawkins, you reasoned with yourself. He was probably just bored.

But even as you told yourself that, you found that you couldn’t stay away. He had a hold on you like no one else ever had.

To your unending surprise, Steve met you more than halfway. For all the effort you put into holding back, he was right there, calling your name when he saw you in the grocery store, inviting you to hang out with his friends– some of whom were children, but for the most part you found that sweet.

After a few months, you finally got used to it, your heart rate increasing only slightly each time you saw him. The problem, if you could call it that, was that Steve Harrington made it nearly impossible for you to avoid falling in love with him. You told yourself not to get too greedy. He’d already given you so much more than you were used to. You couldn’t risk it.

Now, Steve might’ve admitted to himself that it was just the shiny new toy thing at first. What would be so bad about that? He’d gone out with nearly every girl in Hawkins with no luck, so sue him if he got excited when he’d heard there was a new girl in town. Someone different. Someone who might actually be right for him.

It was just wishful thinking, anyway. He knew that. Putting on his classic Steve Harrington charm when you finally came by the store, not truly expecting anything to change.

But boy was he fucking wrong. As usual.

He’d been captivated by you as soon as you looked up at him. He couldn’t even say why, exactly. He just felt it. That feeling he’d been waiting to feel for someone. It threw him off. He didn’t know how to do this, how to start something real.

That first day, when he’d finally managed to get something out of you about your life before Hawkins, inviting you to hang with him and Robin had been a no-brainer. Steve thought it would be more meaningful than just asking you out. You’d tried to play it off, to hide how desperately you wanted to take him up on his offer, asking what there could possibly be worth doing in this town. And then Robin had come out of the back room, throwing some teasing remark at Steve about how she’d have to start a new chart of his dating failures since their old one got torched– you didn’t know what that was about– and Steve had given her such a look, somehow both boyish and withering at the same time, that you couldn’t help but laugh. And that was it.

After the third group hang he’d invited you to, Steve figured it was just too late. He’d waited too long. Now there was something at risk that he wasn’t comfortable losing. What if you said no? What if it ruined your friendship? He’d brought too many people into this now. You’d met the kids, for god’s sake. If you rejected him and they found out, he’d never live it down.

Sure, he’d almost blown it at least a dozen times. With the way you looked at him, it was almost impossible not to. His fingers were always itching to touch you, hold your hand, tilt your chin up so he could–

Yeah. He didn’t know how he’d made it this far without telling you. And then that made him wonder if maybe you already knew, because he damn sure wasn’t doing a good job hiding it. Maybe you already knew and you weren’t into him like that, and that thought made him even more resolved to just keep his stupid mouth shut.

–

Steve’s starting to question why he’d ever trusted Robin.

She canceled on your group movie night at the very last minute, when she knew you’d already be on your way over, so there could be no attempts at rescheduling. At least she didn’t bother coming up with a fake excuse, telling Steve he needed to “fucking get on with it already” just before hanging up, to which he’d scoffed and exclaimed “real nice!” into the already dead line.

Your knock rings out through the empty house not two seconds after he’d slammed the phone back on the receiver, making him jump. He runs a hand down his face, trying to control his racing heart as he heads for the door. Of course, you couldn’t give him even a minute to recover. Why should Steve have anything easy?

“Hey,” he says, pulling open the door for you. As annoyed as he may be with Robin in this moment, he still can’t help the smile tugging at his lips as you come into view.

“Hi!” you say back, your own smile overtaking your whole face.

Tonight was going to be a fucking struggle. “So, uh, Robin’s not coming,” he says to the door as he closes it behind you, too afraid to look for your reaction.

“Oh? Is she okay?” your voice comes out a little too high, strained.

“Yeah, she’s fine,” Steve says in a tone that confuses you, but you’re already too busy overthinking to bother questioning him.

“Okay, okay, that’s good,” you’re staring off into the distance, only half aware of the words coming out of your mouth.

Steve turns, afraid to find something like disappointment clouding your features. He takes in your thousand yard stare, the way your fingers intertwine, knuckles turning white. He reaches out to lightly grasp your wrist, rubbing his thumb gently across the underside.

He’d figured that one out a few weeks in, and it drove you crazy in every possible way. The amount of attention he paid you, the fact that he’d figured out how to break you out of a thought spiral without startling you, the thrill it sent through your body every time he so much as brushed his skin against yours.

“So cool of her to ditch when it’s her weekend to pick the movie,” you say, coming back to the present. “Well, she’s not getting her turn back.”

“No, definitely not,” Steve readily agrees. You both pause, Steve feeling inexplicably awkward for a moment, reluctant to pull his hand from yours but knowing that he probably should have by now. He drops his hand to his side, your gaze going with it.

“Oh, I got the–” he starts, gesturing to the kitchen table where he had your usual movie snacks laid out.

“My snacks!” you exclaim, kicking into gear, back to your usual routine just with the absence of Robin. That’s fine. You can work with that. You grab a couple items, heading over to the couch as Steve goes over to the VCR. “Wait, what are we watching again?”

Steve winces a little bit. “Alien. It was Robin’s turn to pick, so…”

Of course she would pick a horror movie. You groan, and Steve gives you that annoyingly pretty little half-smile in return.

“You can hold onto me if you get scared,” he teases, sitting on the couch with you, just slightly too close to claim it was coincidental.

“Sure, Harrington,” you scoff. “I think I should be the one saying that to you, with how well you handled Friday the 13th last month.”

“Fine, I’ll hold onto you then,” he says casually, as if he just might, and your brain short circuits again.

This is torture.

No offense to Alien, but it is not capturing your attention in the slightest.

If you moved your leg two inches, you’d be touching him. Should you do that? Would it be too obvious? No, yeah, it would. Steve’s hand rests casually on his thigh, and you’re staring. You know you should stop. You want to reach out and touch him, intertwine his fingers with yours. You want to throw your legs over his lap, lean back against the arm of the couch like you didn’t have a care in the world. But you have so many cares.

You’ve already convinced yourself that there was no way he hesitated back there in the doorway, no chance he let his touch linger on your wrist longer than was necessary. Just your imagination, it has to be.

Your body thrums with so much unused energy, you’re scared Steve can feel it. You’re painstakingly aware of him– he shifts his weight and you sense it. And why did he have to sit so close to you? The smell of his detergent combined with the cologne he always wears, as intoxicating as it always is, both comforts and afflicts you.

You try to force yourself to focus on the movie, realizing you have no idea what’s going on, and everything’s too quiet, too slow, and the movie isn’t even scary yet–

“It takes so goddamn long for the alien to show up,” you complain a little too loudly, frowning slightly at yourself.

Steve chuckles, shaking his head. “Is that the only thing you care about?”

“The movie is literally called Alien, Steve.”

“Yeah, but what about the suspense? The lead up? If the alien was just here, there wouldn’t be any pay off.”

You shrug. “Nah, I came here to see one thing and one thing only.”

He laughs again, a warm sound, and you have to fight to keep your eyes on the TV screen even though your focus is absolutely not there. “I dunno, I guess I’ve always been a fan of a slow burn.”

You turn to him then, and he’s not looking at the screen anymore. He’s looking at you, your faces so close to each other it almost shocks you, his eyes all soft and warm, and you can’t breathe, let alone speak.

“Don’t you think?”

Steve doesn’t know what he’s doing. He hadn’t even consciously decided to say that slow burn thing to you, it just slipped out. He can’t help but find it ironic that his patience has finally run out while he was teasing you for not having any.

He worries for a second that you’ll play it off, smack his arm and call him a weirdo and he would have to go right back to pretending he wasn’t aching to reach over and trace shapes into the skin of your thigh, so fucking close to him he could reach you if he so much as fully extended his fingers.

But the way you’re looking at him, all wide-eyed and nervous, it makes him just that little bit more confident.

He knows you haven’t been paying attention to the movie. He hasn’t either, he’s just apparently better at hiding it. Or you’re so distracted by him you don’t notice the way his gaze keeps sliding over to you, catching you with your teeth nervously sunk into your bottom lip, staring at the space between your bodies as if you could will it to close. Either way, it works in his favor.

Fuck it. He’s gonna take Robin’s advice.

He reaches out to you, finally, grazing the backs of his knuckles against your thigh. You shiver. Good. “I said, don’t you think?”

He’s giving you that irritating, heart-stopping smirk again. You nod silently, stunned by him. You’d probably agree with anything he said right now, as long as he kept looking at you like that.

He reaches out with his other hand, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. You exhale the breath you’d been holding, his gaze drifting down to your lips.

Your faces are even closer together now, his lips millimeters from yours and he can't help but think finally. “Can I kiss you?” he asks.

“With Alien on in the background?” Your eyes widen as the words leave your mouth, hanging in the air between you. You'd probably smack a hand to your forehead if he wasn't so close to you. Could you ever respond to anything normally around this man? Just once? Just once would be so nice.

Steve just huffs out the slightest bit of a laugh. “The alien’s not even on screen yet.”

You can’t think. You can’t speak. You can’t let him kiss you when the last you talked about was Alien. “Wait.”

He backs away immediately, but you stop him with one hand fisted at the collar of his shirt before he can get too far. Even through the layer of cotton, his skin tingles at your touch. He usually makes Robin sit between you two so this doesn’t happen.

“Ask me again.”

“What?”

“I ruined the moment, just ask me again,” you say, more than a touch impatient, and it just makes him want you more.

His fingers trail from the spot behind your ear, down your jaw, til he’s tilting your chin up just the way he’s wanted you, mere inches from you now. “Can I,” he breathes, drawing closer, just barely separated from you, “Kiss you?”

An almost involuntary whisper of ‘please’ leaves your lips before they meet his, closing the rest of the distance between you.

And sure, you’ve been kissed before. But never like this.

Steve’s kissed a ton of girls, but never like this.

You pull back, your eyes wide and revealing, and Steve's still looking at your lips like he’s having some kind of revelation.

He looks into your eyes again. “I’ve wanted to ask you out since the first day I met you,’ he blurts out hurriedly.

You respond in kind. “Every time we hang out I have to stop myself from kissing you.” His eyebrows raise at that, but he doesn’t say anything, so you continue, “It’s really been very difficult.”

“We’re idiots,” he says, reaching for you, and you're already halfway in his lap when you respond.

“Total.”

A little while later, you’re distracted by a squelching sound, followed by a chorus of screams. You pull away, twisting in Steve’s hold to see the screen. “Hey, the alien showed up!”

He throws his hands up from their place on your hips in mock exasperation. “Oh, don’t mind me, didn’t mean to interrupt your viewing.”

You turn back, a sly smile tugging at your mouth. “You have to appreciate the payoff, Steve. Otherwise what was all that build up for?”

Steve’s looking at you like he can’t believe you’re really there, and your cheeks heat even further, if it’s even possible. “You’re impossible.”

You grin. “I changed my mind. I think we owe Robin another turn at picking the movie.”

His hands slide up the curve of your waist, pulling you further into him, warmth seeping through your shirt where he touches you. The tenderness in his gaze knocks the air from your lungs, and then his eyes are crinkling at the corners as he tells you, “I don’t think Robin’s gonna want to hang out with us again for a while.”

You laugh, brushing his hair back with your fingers, all too appreciative of the fact that you get to touch him now in ways you had only daydreamed about. “Oh? Why’s that?”

“She found us insufferable enough before. And if you think I’m gonna be normal after this, you’re sorely mistaken.”

Your forehead drops to rest against his, and you're still in disbelief that this is even happening. “I’ve never been normal about anything,” you say in agreement.

“Mm, no,” he hums, nudging your nose with his, “No, you haven’t.”

“Hey!” you laugh, swatting his chest, pulling back far enough so he can see your glare.

Just then, a loud screech emits from the TV speakers, making Steve jump and grip you just that little bit tighter.

You can’t help but smirk. “I told you so.”

“Shut up,” he laughs, nodding his head in the direction of the remote, abandoned on the other cushion. “Turn that shit off and get back here. I haven’t gotten enough of you yet.”

You’ve never moved so fast in your life.

And okay, you can admit it. Maybe small town life isn’t so bad after all.

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darling2411 · 2 years

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Hi! I saw your post about fiction requests! If your still doing it, Can you write one about the reader comforting lando? Also could you include some sort or disorders eating in it?

If not, no biggie!

I decided not to bring in the eating disorder cause it wouldn’t fit and I think the topic is too important to be just a side theme. If you want I can write an imagine where I focus solely on that.

I hope you like it and sorry that it took so long :)

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pairing: Lando Norris x reader

warnings: fluffy and maybe a little bit sad?

word count: 1,2k

Your keys jiggle as you unlock the front door to the apartment you share with your boyfriend. You can already hear the sounds of a video game and him talking to his friends.

He’s streaming again. It lights up your heart to hear him laugh so freely.

You put down the groceries you had bought on your way home from work and make your way to his room.

You open the door quietly and peak your head in.

When Lando sees your face he smiles at you brightly and announces to his mates and fans “ Guys! My girlfriend is home. I gotta go.” He is interrupted by his companies complaining and trying to persuade him to stay for one more round. But Lando being the perfect boyfriend he is, takes his headset off, ignores his friends and logs out of the game. He stands up to greet you with a sweet and inviting kiss. He tastes like a mixture of the cherry lip balm he uses and the mint chip flavoured ice cream he ate. It’s sweet, just like him.

“Hello love, how was your day ?”

“It was fine, nothing out of the ordinary, but I see you had a fun day.”

“Yeah me and the guys hung out a little” he emphasizes the word ’hung’ with quotation marks.

You couldn’t help but notice the slight shift in his voice and body language. His shoulder dropped slightly and his voice sounded strained.

“You alright?” You ask concerned.

“Yeah why should I be, my love?” He responds trying to sound upbeat, but you know better. You can decide between his put-on- happiness and the real deal, the one that seems to light up his whole face and makes every fiber of your body yearn to make him shine like that for the rest of his and your life.

“Lando? What is going on?” He closes his eyes, defeated. He knew you would know immediately and he didn’t want to worry you. He doesn’t like it. Yes he loves when you take care of him but he doesn’t want you worrying that he’s not happy, because he is. You make him so incredibly happy.

“It’s just.” He sighs “Please don’t think I’m stupid.”

“I already think you are so no worries, can’t get worse than that.” You try to lighten the mood and you manage because for a moment you can see his mouth twitch. He’s trying to suppress a smile and you think come on. Smile for me. Show me that beautiful smile of yours. But he doesn’t smile.

“I miss Carlos.” Yup that is the sound of your heart breaking.

“What?” You almost whisper, tears welling in his eyes.

“I-i love Dany, he's the best, he’s so great and and he’s an excellent teammate, but I i… . I just miss Carlos. I really miss him. Those years with him were the best racing years I ever had and ever will have. He’s my best friend and I haven’t seen him in so freaking long.” Lando talks and talks like a river whose overflow and there's no stopping him from spilling everything he had buried in the darkest places of his mind for so long.

“Carlos and I were inseparable and we laughed so so much. Of course I laugh a hell of a lot with Ricciardo, but it’s different from my relationship with Carlos. These two years with him were, were-“ tears are streaming down his face, they are streaming down your face too. He’s laying himself bare in front of you and your heart is breaking. Lando is always this sweet and happy persona and no one ever thinks of the possibility of him being so deeply sad. The bond that he and Carlos had was incredible and you wished you could do anything to help him, to take his pain away. But you can’t.

Lando is your hero, he saved you from yourself multiple times and now you need to save him.

So you hug him. You hug him as hard as you can. Telling him that you are here for him through your touch. Signalling to him that you’ll listen and that you love him unconditionally. Because you do, you love him so freaking much, sometimes it hurts.

He mutters something into your neck that you can’t make out.

“What was that lovey?”

“I’ll never forget these two years. I promised him that and I’ll keep my promise, but it hurts like a bitch. Sometimes I just want to forget, to erase the pain.” His body is shaking with sobs and you try to calm him down. You gently stroke his hair and whisper sweet nothings into his ear. You tell him how much you love him and that Carlos misses him too, you’re sure of it.

It’s killing you to see him like this and you want to take his pain away, but how ? You can’t turn back the time and make Carlos stay at McLaren. You would if you could, but you can’t.

“Baby, why don’t you just tell him?”

“I’m scared,” Lando responds, his voice small.

“What do you mean, what are you afraid of ?” You dig.

“What if he things I’m being overly emotional or too sensitive and that I’m annoying and-“

“Oh come on,” you huff, “ this is utter bullshit and you know it! Carlos would never think of you like that. You and him spent two years together as best friends, he’s not just gonna forget you baby. Just tell him. I don’t care if you call him or text him, send him an email or tell him the next time you see him, but tell him Lando. It’s not good for you if you bottle up your emotions ,” you’re rubbing his back comfortingly, “ and if you want me to come with you then I’ll be there. I’m with you till the end of the line. “ he chucked and you can feel him smiling into your neck.

“Alright Mrs. Barnes,”

“Sorry, but I had to. ”Your one hand trails from his back to his hair, stroking it gently.

“I know, you’re such a marvel stan and you couldn’t let a opportunity like this slide,” Lando kisses your neck gently,”I’m with you till the end of the line too,love.” He whispers sofly.

“My marvel heart is swooning so hard for you right now.” You laugh.

And Landos response almost makes it stop. “My heart is always swooning for you and smiling and laughing and beating. I love you.” He looks at you, your faces inches apart. His breath fans your face and when you lean in to kiss him he says,” 3000. I love you 3000.” God this man is the reason your alive.

Lando presses his lips against yours, the taste of his lips intoxicating and making you feel dizzy. You sigh and try to pull him closer.

After what feels like eternity he breaks the kiss and leans his forehead against yours.

“Tomorrow I will talk to Carlos. You’re right he won’t think bad of me just because I’m missing him.”

“I’m so proud of you baby,” you place a kiss on his forehead ,”but let’s get something to eat, I’m starving.”

“You’re always starving darling.” He laughs.

You smile,” maybe”.

Lando kisses you again before taking your hand and leading you into the kitchen.

He may be your hero, but you will do everything to protect his happiness.

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smalls-words · 2 years

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My Beloved

Pairing: Wanda x Fem!Phoenix!Reader

Warnings: Homophobia, physical abuse, socially wrong things that people shouldn't ignore.

A/N: This was supposed to be my pride blurb, but my depressed ass forgot about it :( Hope everyone has a great day/night!

*not my gifs*

It was late as Wanda entered the front door of the Avengers compound, much later than she expected to be home from the shops. She had darted out to get some groceries in order to make you some of your favourite cinnamon toast since you were craving it.

However, a split lip, a black eye and a sniffling, babbling little witch was not what you expected to waddle into the kitchen with a torn paper bag.

“Wanda!” You yelped, putting the bag down as you took her into your arms.

“Are you okay? What happened? You said you just went to the shops!”

Throughout your questions, you patted her down and noticed how she winced as you touched against her chest. As soon as you registered a quiet sob, you sat her down on the couch to your right and held her close, not caring about the scratches she left as she clambered to hug you tightly.

“Y-Y/N, please… Why is there so much hate in this world?” She sobbed as her body trembled.

“Shh, shh, shh, my beloved. I need you to be calmer so I may see your memories.” You cooed, running your fingers over the parts of her skin that weren't bruised with one hand whilst the other gently scraped against her scalp.

Her sobs grew quieter and quieter until they were gentle sniffles against your neck, not a care in your mind that she had soaked your shirt. You gently cupped her cheek and kissed her nose, pulling some loose hairs behind her ear.

“May I enter?” You asked as a whisper, your eyes flickering orange.

She nodded silently and she guided you to the memories, keeping you away from feeling the same pain she had. Whilst she could have easily overpowered the men, she still saw the posts people made of her being a villain and as the problem in this world.

When you announced that you were together, those comments became surrounded with even more hate; but at the same time, an enormous amount of love reciprocated.

“My beautiful, beautiful Wanda…” You sniffled, lifting her head by her chin to see her bottom lip tremble.

“I could have fought back, but I saw one of them recording and if I fought back then they could have put it online and-”

You cut her off with a kiss, gentle and loving in nature. She immediately started to cry again and you tasted the salty tang on the tip of your tongue, holding her closer within the warmth of your love. She snuggled right into you like you were a hot water bottle and her arms stayed firmly around your waist.

You pulled your head away and pressed your forehead against hers gently, letting her head fall to the pillow of the couch whilst you held her close.

“FRIDAY, please get that footage for me.” You asked to the room.

“Of course, Ms Grey.” The AI responded.

“Y/N, you don’t have to…” Wanda muttered, wincing as she shifted wrongly and put pressure on a bruise.

You held her as she cried again, taking herself to a state of near-sleep, before you lifted her easily and guided her to your shared room. You sat her on the end of the bed and began to undress her, noticing her hesitation with you taking her shirt off.

“I know there’s bruising and I will try my hardest to not react, my love.” You promised and she nodded, removing the obstacle that was her hand.

As soon as you lifted the hem of the shirt above her belly button, you felt flames lick at your hair before you quickly replaced her bloodied top with one of your loose ones. “There, see? Didn’t react at all.”

She chuckled lightly at your antics, which was interrupted by her bruised chest, and you felt your breathing get slightly heavier. “FRIDAY, were you able to identify the men in that video?”

“Yes, Ms Grey. I had a report sent to the police station closest to the incident and no matter what they do they will read it, by the latest, in the morning.”

You exhaled slowly as you felt Wanda pull at your knees, silently asking you to come into the bed with her. You knelt down next to her and swept her pants off with your mind, replacing them with warm sweats.

“Com'ere.” You murmured, pulling her in close before tucking the sheets over you both.

“I should have gone with you. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologise, Y/N/N. Those men were going to do it to someone and I’d prefer it if they harmed me lightly rather than killing a young woman, man or even a child.” Wanda sighed, brushing her fingers up and down your lower spine.

You kissed her forehead and she sighed deeply into you, taking in the fragrance of her dreams that was yours. If it was packaged into a bottle, she would buy every single one with every penny she had. Your entire being brought her comfort and she wasn’t ashamed of that, but there were some people out there that were cruel and dark.

“Go to sleep, my beloved. I will protect you.” You cooed, letting her rest her head against your chest to listen to your heart.

“I love you, Y/N.” She murmured.

You smiled. “I love you too, Wanda. Always.”

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You woke up the next day earlier than Wanda, using your time to search her body and see how her magic had healed almost every bruise and cut except for the slight green around her eyelid and the scab by her lip. You didn’t move until she did, her alarm for training going off, and she kissed you goodbye before she went.

Immediately, you talked to Tony and he agreed to set up a press conference with you outside of the compound, where journalists and paparazzi decided it was a field trip on most days.

As the both of you landed next to the podium, all eyes were on your glowing ones. You didn’t even bother to change into your suit - your pyjamas were good enough.

“Ms Grey, is there a reason you called a press conference today?” One reporter asked you.

“Yes, Ashley, there is.” You nodded to Tony and he held out a small holographic device, one that held numerous photos of the men from the security footage.

“This was taken from a CCTV camera outside of a local Walmart last night. These three men beat my girlfriend, Wanda Maximoff, into the state of bruised ribs, a black eye and a split lip, to name a few.”

Murmurs came from the reporters before you continued. “Audio transcripts have also been identified and voices have been matched to these three identities: Jacob Harold, Steven Mardes and Jason Maloni, known affiliates of Harkovan Baptist Church, which claims that homosexuals are pedophiles because of the Bible’s teachings and that punishment of homosexuality of any kind should be the death penalty.”

You looked right into the eye of the camera closest to you, a grave expression painted across your face. “To the so-called ‘men’ I just publicly outed - if you do not hand yourselves in to the police in the next twenty-four hours, I will find you, and I will make you hurt just like you did to Wanda.”

You took a deep breath as Tony put a hand on your shoulder, pulling you back from the anger. “I dislike this country. I truly do. Our healthcare system is terrible, our country is divided on laws of abortion, gun control, homosexuality, race and gender, and we have the gall to call ourselves the greatest country there is? I am beyond thankful that other countries do not have to go through what we do.”

You heard that special mind as it sifted through the crowd, a small smile fixing your view on the only thing you ever wanted to look at.

“Children are being succumbed to shooting drills, they are numbed to the fact that people can just walk into the school with a gun and shoot them. I am glad I do not have children of my own, but if I did, I would be teaching them from home. I would be teaching them that love is love, that it is your body and your choice, that the colour of your skin or what gender you identify as does not limit you. But the sad fact is that our country sucks. It is a shit country and it needs to change.”

You nodded to Wanda and she teleported to your side, making you grin as the reporters focused on the two of you.

“And I’m so happy to call you mine, my beloved Wanda.” You kissed her easily, like it was second nature.

You pulled away and smirked at the cameras. “Suck on that, bitch boys.”

The reporters all laughed with you as they shut off their cameras, packing up their vans before they went back to their offices to draft up some juicy stories. You knew that within the hour, at least one story with your entire speech would be posted and it would spread like wildfire in this special month.

You stood next to Wanda and she laced her arms over your shoulders. “What did I do to deserve the best girlfriend in the world?" She smirked.

You rolled your eyes as you grinned at her, placing her forehead against yours as you touched noses. “You didn’t have to do anything, my beloved. You make me smile every day and that's enough to answer your question.”

She blushed softly and you swept her off of her feet, taking her back into the compound to continue another joyful day with the woman who had your entire heart.

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leossmoonn · 2 years

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Girl Crush 3

part 1 | masterlist

pairing - steve harrington x fem!reader, robin buckley x fem!reader

type - angst, fluff

note - please read part one (linked above) if you haven’t! part two is linked at the end of part one and also on my masterlist

summary - while dating steve, you develop a crush on robin

warnings / includes - mild language, cheating, creepy vecna scenes, last part of the series 😁

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*gif isn’t mine*

“Hi, welcome to Family Video. What would you like to watch today? We just got a collection of — oh. H-Hi, Y/n.” Robin almost loses her breath. She becomes weak in the knees as she sees you. You look tired, beaten down, but still beautiful.

You smile a little bit, taking a hand off of your purse and waving to her. “That little speech is cute. You should finish it.”

Robin chuckles and shakes her head. “Please, any excuse for me not to. I hope you’ll spare me that.”

You shrug and slowly walk up to the counter. “I guess I will. Only today, though.”

“I’ll just make sure to keep a look out for you so I don’t have to even start it at all,” she says.

“Mm, good plan,” you hum.

“Well, do you need a movie? I’m sure Steve has told you what we have, so just look around yourself, and I can —”

You shake your head and interrupt. “No, I came here to apologize.”

“For what? You didn’t do anything wrong,” Robin says.

“That’s where you’re wrong,” you chuckle. “Why did you take the blame? You know what Steve will never forgive you, right? And if he does, it’ll be a long time from now. I was going to tell him today, but then he came home from work and told me everything. Why would you voluntarily ruin your friendship like that?”

“Because it’s worth keeping you two together,” she explains.

“Oh, Robin,” you sigh. “I appreciate that, but there’s nothing you can do. It’s the universe’s choice of whether or not we stay together.”

“And if I can help in any way, I can.”

“You don’t need to help. This isn’t your fight.”

“I’m still involved, though. I mean, you and Steve are the perfect couple. I know for a fact that everyone hates you because of that. I know I did. For a while, actually,” Robin chuckles softly.

You cock your head to the side. “Really?”

Robin nods. She puts her elbows on the counter and leans over. “That’s why I didn’t stop you from kissing me. There was a moment in my mind where I was questioning whether it meant anything. Whether it was real. Whether it would break you two up. In the end, I put all those worries away and kissed you because I figured that it was my only chance to be that close to you. It’s selfish, I know. You definitely don’t have to tell me that. But you don’t know how many days I spent watching you and Steve laugh, kiss, hug, be stupidly cute together. I used to think I was jealous because you two had each other and I was single, but then I started to put myself in Steve’s place, and I realized I was jealous of him. That fact that he had you made my gears grind, and I-I figured that even if it was just one time, it would fulfill her for a lifetime.” she finishes with guilt written all over face. You watch as she holds her head down, tears spattering on the countertop in front of her arms.

You should be mad at her, but you’re not. You don’t know exactly why. Maybe it’s because you’ve been in her position when Steve and Nancy were together. Or because you also like Robin and you enjoyed the kiss. Perhaps it’s because in the end, it is your fault.

You place your hand on Robin’s shoulder comfortingly. She sniffles and looks up at you, her eyes shining with tears. You smile softly, bringing your other hand up to wipe her tears away. You lean towards her, the counter slightly digging into your ribcage.

“It’s still not your fault, Robin. As much as you think it is, it’s not. It is and will forever be my fault. Thank you for trying to cover for me, though, and make it better. But like I said, this isn’t your battle.”

She nods slowly, wiping her running nose with the back of her hand. “I-I know, but Steve is going to hate you forever.”

“I’ve accepted that,” you nod. Now you’re the one who is crying. You can’t think about you and Steve not being together for two seconds without breaking down. Losing him is so scary, and you couldn’t ever imagine it. But you also couldn’t imagine hurting him and cheating on him, and look what you’ve done. “God, I’m so stupid,” you cry. You take your hands away from Robin and put them on your face, making your tears pool up in your cupped hands.

“Y/n, you’re not,” Robin says. “And how am I not?” you ask.

“Because everyone makes mistakes. I know this is a big one and can change people’s lives, but it makes you more human than not. It just reminds us that everyone isn’t perfect. Especially you, whom I always thought you were perfect… and still do,” she chuckles a little bit.

Her laugh is contagious. You find yourself laughing softly, hot tears still flowing down your cheeks. You take your hands away from your face, wiping the tears and snot away. Robin leaves the counter for a moment and enters the back of the store, coming back with a box of tissues. She doesn’t return to her post, instead, she comes in front of the counter and next to you. You watch as she lightly dabs your face, her eyes training at your lips for a moment before staring back into your eyes.

“I know for a fact that no matter what happens, Steve is still going to love you and think you’re perfect. That guy worships you, and always will, even if you break up.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better? Because it makes me feel kind of terrible,” you laugh. Robin shrugs with a smile. “It’s all true, no matter how it makes you feel. I guess just take it with a positive attitude.”

You frown, looking away and off to the distance. “It’s hard to stay positive these days.”

“I know, but it’ll pass. And hey, you’re planning on going to college away from Indiana, right? Who says you ever have to see Steve again after high school? I —”

“It’s not that, Robin,” you shake your head. You look back at her, your eyes boring into hers. You suddenly look so stressed and tired. Dark circles line under your eyes and they look empty. But your whole face tells her that you’re scared.

“W-What is it? Did something else happen? Are you okay?” Robin begins to panic. The thought of anything bad happening to you makes her heart drop to the end of the heart. Scenarios scatter in her brain, each one worse than the last. But before you can tell her, Steve bursts through the door.

“Hey, the hell are you doing with Y/n!”

You both jump apart, shocked and scared for what he will do. He stomps up to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you away.

“I thought you were going to Max’s to make a plan,” he frowns.

“I-I was, but I made a pit stop first.”

“And you,” Steve’s head snaps to Robin. There’s no softness in his eyes like there was when he was looking at you. His stare is cold and hard. Any friendly feeling he felt for Robin disappeared that morning, and clearly, they never returned, not even a little bit. “What the hell are you doing with her? Trying to steal her away again, huh?”

“Steve,” you glare at him.

“N-No. She was the one who came here. We were just talking,” Robin disclaims.

“Oh, yeah, “talking”. I bet that what you think happened last night, yeah?”

“Steve! Stop it!” you hit his chest. “No,” Steve shakes his head. “She doesn’t deserve anyone to go easy on her. She knows what she did, and not only to me but to you.”

“Steve, I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to tear you two apart. I just… it’s hard being in love with someone and not being able to have them,” Robin sighs helplessly.

“That’s an excuse. You knew better,” Steve spits.

“I-I know, and I’m sorry.”

Steve takes a step towards her. You take the collar of his shirt and try to pull him back, but all of his body weight is leaning forward. Robin stands her ground, though. Whatever Steve has to say, she knows she deserves it, and that he’s angry and hurt and will say anything to hurt her as she hurt him.

“Do you even know what you’ve caused?” he asks. Robin shakes her head slowly. “N-No.”

“Well, thanks to you, Vecna has taken it upon himself to make Y/n his victim. Thanks to you, she feels so guilty that Vecna is feeding off of it, and he might k-kill her.” Steve’s voice breaks. Robin’s heart drops and her eyes flicker to you. Now she’s crying again, and so is Steve. You want to cry, you feel your nose burning, but no tears well up. All you can do is look at the two people you care about the most and watch them fall apart.

“W-What?” Robin’s voice is quiet and dry, breaking on every syllable.

“I was going to tell you, but then Steve showed up,” you say.

“Oh,” Robin says, barely above a whisper. “B-But it’ll be okay because we know how to stop him. Just play your favorite song and you can survive.”

“Max barely survived him,” Steve says. Robin raises her brows at him, her expression changing completely. “Are you undermining your girlfriend?”

Steve scoffs, “what? No. I’m just saying —”

“Oh, really? Because to me, it sounds like you don’t think she is strong enough to fight him off. That’s why you’re so worried because you don’t believe in her!”

Robin’s words shock all of you. Never has she ever said anything like that. She never argued with Steve about you, until now. You almost think that Robin has turned on Steve and all those feelings for you have bubbled up, but the look on her face says different. She looks regretful and guilty. She didn’t mean to say it, but she’s so tired of Steve blaming her, even though she got herself into this mess. She just wants to get herself out of the spotlight, but it seems as though she made it worse.

If Steve wasn’t angry before, he is now. “D-Don’t put words in my mouth, or tell me what to think, or whatever! You’re the reason why we’re in this mess! Don’t go blaming me because your sorry ass can’t —”

“Stop!” you yell, grabbing Steve’s arm and yanking him back. You stomp in-between them, feeling your anger seethe through your body. You take a deep breath, trying to level yourself. You thought you’d be the one breaking down and yelling at everyone. Steve and Robin are both the most reasonable people you’ve ever met, but it looks like they’ve finally lost their minds. But you don’t blame them. This whole situation is stressful.

“You two stop fighting. This isn’t going to solve anything. Robin, Steve is right. Max almost didn’t survive Vecna, but she did. We just have to believe that I can. I-I have to believe I can,” you say.

Robin nods in agreement. “Y-Yeah. Okay.”

“And Steve,” you turn to your boyfriend. “Robin is… she isn’t telling the truth.”

Steve’s jaw drops and the worse scenario that pops into his head comes out. “You screwed my girlfriend, too? Oh, my God! You are the worst.”

You scoff and hit his chest. “Steve, no! Why the hell would you think that?”

“Oh, don’t pretend like she isn’t undressing you with her eyes.” Steve scoffs and points to Robin who has been staring at you the whole time.

“Sorry that I don’t want to stare at you, who looks like you’re about to kill me!” Robin defends herself.

“And you’d be lucky if I don’t! You don’t know —”

“I’m the one who kissed Robin!” you shout.

Both of them shut their mouths. You watch Steve’s face as it morphs into what seems like a million expression. The one he settles on is heartbroken.

“What?” he’s quiet now. He thinks back to his thoughts this morning. How he had an unsettling feeling that you did like the kiss with Robin. That that’s why you told him you liked girls. To soften the blow maybe? To prepare him? For it to make more sense to him? He doesn’t know why, but he’s more disappointed that he was right. He’s always had a sixth sense for these things, and both times he’s decided not to trust it. He has always decided to look the other way, to believe that people are good, but it just simply wasn’t true. Now he has to live knowing that two people, the two people he once thought were going to be in his life forever, hurt him.

“I’m so sorry, Steve,” you say. “H-How did this… Why did you… Do you still love me?” he asks.

The question breaks your heart. You nod your head furiously. He knows you would say yes. Of course, you would. He’s not surprised, it’s what anyone would do in this situation. But it’s not the fact that you say you love him that hurts him, it’s that he can tell it’s the truth. Even after you kissed Steve, you never looked at him any differently. Sure, you acted a little off, but he could tell in your voice and by the look in your eyes that you still love him, that you’re still in love with him. So why did you do it?

“Then… then why?” he asks. “I thought that if you loved someone, you would never do anything to hurt them. Especially chest on them.”

“It was…” you try to work up a speech in your mind. You want to make sure everything you say is exactly what you mean. You want your words fo be clear and concise, but it all ends up in a word vomit. “I like Robin. Or I did. And I wasn’t thinking. I’ve had these feelings for her, but I never thought it meant anything. As soon as it ended, I knew it was a mistake. I feel so bad, so guilty, you have no idea. And I still love you. I’m so sorry. There’s no doubt in my mind that I love you and that we belong together, but —”

“But you had a little doubt last night,” Steve says.

You open your mouth to speak, but you can’t say anything else.

“Yeah,” Steve nods. He looks away from you. He can’t look at you anymore. He can’t even sneak a glance at you. Not when even though he’s heartbroken, he still wants to be with you. “I think… I think I need some time.” he begins to walk away. You want to reach out, to convince him to stay, but you know he needs his space. You know he needs to think. So do you.

“Call me when you’re ready to talk,” is all you say.

He nods without looking back at you. You watch as he walks to his car, slamming his door shut and hitting the steering wheel in rage. You move to walk out to him, but Robin stops you.

“Let him be angry,” she says. You stop at her words. As you watch Steve sob in the parking lot, you finally begin to cry. It all hits you at once. The fact that a demon has a hold you on, that you cheated on your boyfriend, that you liked it. You don’t know what to do but cry.

Robin waits until Steve leaves to comfort you. As soon as she hugs you, you break down. Your body leans against hers and you cry into her shoulder. She rubs your back soothingly, whispering “it’ll be okay” and “don’t worry, he’ll come back” over and over again. You both stay like that for what seems like forever.

You pull away, wiping the snot away from your lips. Robin hands you a couple tissues and you thank her quietly.

“Thank you for telling Steve the truth. I… I can’t imagine how hard that must have been,” she says.

“Yeah, well, he deserved to know, and you deserve to be off the hook,” you say.

“So, about Vecna,” Robin sighs. “Yeah, about Vecna,” you sigh with her. “I-I don’t know what to do. Should I be just sitting and waiting for him to come? Should I do all the things I’ve wanted to do, in case I die?”

“Hey, you won’t die,” Robin assures.

“You never know. I mean, the only reason why Max survived is that she’s strong. But me? I mean, I couldn’t even stop my urge to kiss you. And I wasn’t able to tell Steve the truth until much later, either. Vecna knows I’m weak. He’ll use that to my advantage.”

“Hey,” Robin frowns. “You have no idea how strong you are. You are one of the strongest, kindest, most beautiful people I know. You do everything for everyone. You make sure everyone feels included. You make sure everyone feels special. And yeah, you slipped up. You made a mistake and you lied. It just shows that at the end of the day, you’re not invincible. You’re allowed to make mistakes, Y/n. And, I know for a fact that lots of people do worse and lots of people wait longer to tell the truth.”

“Doesn’t mean what I did is excused.”

“Of course not, but give yourself some credit, okay? I mean, the damage with Steve is done. Now what matters is how he handles it, how you two handle it. And what we should be focusing on is making sure people are near you once Vecna… you know, takes you,” Robin explains.

You smile at a her a little. You make her blush and she looks away shyly. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“When did you get so smart, Buck?” you ask. Robin shrugs, “I don’t like to show off too much, you know.”

You giggle, “mm, I’m sure that’s what it is.”

She laughs with you. Silence falls over you two for a few moments before you speak again. You take her hand into yours and step closer to her. You stare into her brown eyes, making her heart skip.

“I want you to know, that no matter what happens, I’m so glad that you became my friend. And I’m so glad that you came into my life. I hope we can still stay friends after all of this.”

“Of course we will,” Robin nods. She furrows her brows, now looking more serious. “Nothing will stop us from staying friends.”

You smile, “good. I can’t imagine not having your annoying ass around.”

“Well, you know me, that’s my job,” she laughs.

“Mm,” you hum. “You’re much more than that.”

The air escapes Robin’s throat as she notices you leaning in. Her eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips. Your eyes stay trained on hers. You know what’s about to happen. You can almost feel her lips on yours once again. Your mouth suddenly tastes like hers. Her body wash intoxicates you and you feel yourself falling. But you know you shouldn’t. This will just make things worse. It’ll prove to Steve his worse fear, it’ll prove to him that you are not in love with him. Not in the way you think you are. You begin to pull away, but your body comes to a halt as you hear ticking.

The hair on your arms rises and your heart races. You pull away from Robin, the lights in Family Video flickering. On the wall across from you, you can see the grandfather clock. Robin suddenly disappears and you look around the room, trying to see if you can get yourself out of this nightmare. You don’t see Vecna, but you can hear the echoes of Steve and Robin.

You turn around, seeing them fighting. You have to remind yourself that this isn’t real to stop you from running to them.

“See the friendship you ruined, Y/n?” Vecna’s voice rumbles through the walls.

You make a 360, seeing if you can spot him, but he doesn’t seem to be here. Not yet.

“Now because of you, you’ve ruined two people’s lives.”

You shake your head. “That’s not true!”

“Get out of the denial stage, Y/n. It won’t help you.”

“And you prying on an innocent person won’t help you either!”

“You really believe you’re innocent?” Vecna laughs loudly, the sound bouncing off the walls and rippling through your body.

“I-I… I’m not guilty enough to deserve death,” you say.

“Yet, your guilt is eating you. Seems like death is awaiting you.”

“Then let it wait for me! I’m too young to die!”

“That’s what they all say.”

Then you can hear him. The wet squelch of his footsteps. His heavy breathing. His cold and deathly stare. You turn to face him, putting on a brave face. You’re scared shitless, though, and you sure he knows. But he’s not going to get you. Not this time.

“And it’s true,” you speak. “I’m not dying. Not now, not tomorrow, now for another 70-something years.”

“I admire the way you dream. You can dream when you’re dead,” he says. He begins walking towards you. You make a run for it, exiting Family Video. As you step out, you’re eyes open and you fall to the ground.

“Y/n? Y/n, oh, thank God!” Robin exclaims. “W-Where am I?” you look up at Robin, grabbing her hand that’s held out to you. “Are you real? Is this you Robin?”

“Yes, yes, it’s me,” Robin nods. You squeeze her hands, reaching up to feel over her arms and shoulders. “It is you.” you let out a relieved sigh. She helps you up and you hug her tightly, happy to be out of that hell hole.

“Hey, why don’t we go and do something? Make it a fun day before you have to face Vecna,” Robin suggests.

You laugh breathily and pull away. “Sorry but I’m not really in the mood to do anything fun.”

“I’ll change your mind,” she winks.

Robin calls one of her co-workers to cover for her while she takes you to the arcade.

“I haven’t been here in forever,” you breathe out. “Well, you’re here now!” Robin grins.

You two walk inside and your eyes immediately spot your favorite game: Pac-Man. The most common game, but the most fun, in your opinion at least. You jog over to the machine. You look on the leader board, trying to see who you have to beat. Our heart stops once you see ‘Y/n and Steve’ in fourth place.

“Seems like we’ve been beaten,” you chuckle as Robin steps next to you. Your vision becomes blurry and you look down at your feet, letting your tears fall onto the floor. Robin puts her hands on your back and rubs soothingly. “We can play a different game.”

“Yeah,” you nod. You sniffle and look back up, not being able to contain the tears anymore. “I need to use the bathroom.”

“Okay,” Robin nods. She watches you with a worried look as you hurry to the bathroom.

You turn the faucet on and splash water into your face. You grab a paper towel and dab your face dry. When you look at the mirror, Vecna is suddenly behind you. You gasp and then around, your back hitting the sink.

“You thought I’d let you get away so easily?” he snarls.

“Kind of,” you chuckle, trying to think positive.

“So naive. It’s a shame,” Vecna growls. “It’s a shame that I’m going to survive? Well I don’t think so,” you remark.

He lifts his left hand and you suddenly feel all of your muscles tighten. You feel yourself lift off the ground and pinned up against the wall. You can’t put on your brace face anymore. It’s safe to say that you’re scared shitless.

“You’re mine now,” he breathes in your face. Hot air fans your face. You scrunch your nose. He smells rotten. Before he can do anything else, you reach up a hand and snap a piece of his shoulder off. You then kick him in the stomach, causing him to double over. You make a run for the door, barging it open. You’re met with the laughter and neon lights of the arcade. You gasp for air that you can’t get enough of. You try to find Robin, making your way through the sea of people and finally finding her at a vending machine.

“Oh, there you are! I bought you some candy bars. I didn’t know which one was your favorite so… hey, are you okay? What happened? Did someone die in the bathroom?” Robin chuckles.

You shake your head. “No, but I almost did.”

“Oh, shit,” Robin gasps. “Well, let’s… let’s go to Max’s, yeah? Call everyone and see what’s going on.”

You nod in agreement, hurrying out to your car. You end up at Max’s trailer with Dustin, Lucas, and Nancy. Dustin and Lucas are both pacing around the living room while Max is trying to walk you through what will probably happen. Nancy and Robin are trying to make a plan for every possible scenario.

“Where is the music?” Dustin asks. “It’s coming soon!” Robin exclaims.

“Not soon enough! God, does Steve even care anymore?” Dustin scoffs.

You, Robin, Max, and Lucas all share a look. Nancy and Dustin look at you four in confusion.

“Do you guys know something we don’t?” Nancy asks. “What? No,” Robin waves her question off, trying to change the conversation back, but Nancy doesn’t let her.

“What happened?” Nancy asks. “I cheated on Steve… with Robin,” you sigh.

Dustin drops his chocolate pudding, causing it to splatter all over the floor.

“Seriously! I have to clean this now!” Max groans. “You have lots of stains in this trailer, it’ll just add to it,” Dustin rolls his eyes. He then walks over to the couch, sitting beside you. “Are you sure?”

You roll your eyes. “No, Dustin. It was all a dream, and optical illusion.”

“That’s why he’s been acting so weird,” Nancy hums.

“Wait, did everyone know about this but me?” Dustin asks.

“Well, I didn’t know exactly, but I’ve known something has been up,” Nancy explains. “Awe, man! And I’m supposed to be Steve’s wingman,” Dustin pouts.

“That’s not really what’s important,” Max glares at him. “Oh, of course not,” he shakes his head. He snaps his eyes to you, glaring at you. “How could you? I thought you loved Steve. I thought you two were going to get married, have kids that I will babysit, and then grow old together and be annoying!”

“It’s not that simple, Dustin. It never has been,” you mumble.

“Well, it should be. I don’t understand how you could cheat on Steve. After everything he’s been through with Nancy? And his parents? And school? I thought you were better than this Y/n, and so did Steve because all he ever did was rave about how great you were. But now, all I can imagine are all the horrible things he’ll say —”

“I know! I know!” you jump off of the couch. Tears cascade down your face, making Dustin shut up his mouth. “I know I’m a horrible person! I know that I’m stupid and I broke his heart. I know that he’ll never forgive me and that everyone will hate me now. D-Don’t remind me okay? I already feel bad enough. I mean, now I have the fucking bogey monster after me.”

“You made a mistake, Y/n. It’s okay.” Nancy reaches out for your hand, but you pull away.

“That’s just what I need. Comfort from the first girl who hurt him.” you wipe your cheeks and storm out of the room and find Max’s bedroom. You sit on a beanbag that’s by the window, collapsing as you begin to sob.

You don’t how this got so all messed up. Well, you know why. But you didn’t mean for it to end this way. Of course, you didn’t. One day you’re with the love of your life, and the next you’re destroying the love of your life. Why did you have to be so stupid? Why did you have to be so weak? Maybe Vecna was right… maybe you aren’t as strong as you think.

You stare out of Max’s window, the tears drying on your face. You’re resting your cheek on your forearm now, curled up into a little ball, trying to think about anything but the situation at hand, but it’s hard to. Instead, you force yourself to think about yourself and Steve. It may hurt, but it’s comforting at the same time.

You look back on those happy memories you two made. Your first date. Your first fight. Your first time together. The way Steve smiles at you when you wake up in his bed. His horribly made scrambled eggs that you always keep eating. The fact that he never fails to be a gentleman and give you your jacket when it’s cold, or buy you food every time you go out to eat. Or the so-called “bad times” between you two. The silly arguments. The slamming doors. Giving each other the cold shoulder. But no matter what happened, you never felt like he didn’t love you. He’s such a good guy. You were such a lucky girl. You don’t know how you messed it up so bad, messed you two up so bad. You would I give anything for him to take you back. Anything.

“Hey, Y/n?” A soft knock on the door sounds, along with Steve’s voice. You snap your head behind you, shocked to see your boyfriend there. Or your ex. You don’t know what you two are, and honestly, you don’t want to find out.

“Hi,” you smile a little. “What’s, uh, up?” you ask.

“I got all of your tapes. Took a while because I know you scatter them everywhere in your room,” he chuckles.

“Yeah, sorry about that. I’ll, uh, keep them in one place from now on,” you say.

He shakes his head. “You don’t have to change. I like that about you. You’re so unapologetically yourself, no matter what anyone says.”

“Yeah, well I wish I wasn’t,” you scoff. You look back out the window, watching a couple of dogs wrestle in the dirt.

Steve walks up behind you, crouching down on the floor. He sits next to you. You can’t look at him. You can’t look him in the eye. Not when you know that you’ve hurt him so bad. You have no idea how he can still be so close to you. If you were him, you would do anything to be away from you. But Steve’s not like that. He’s not cruel and he’s not petty, not always, anyways. He’s kind and understanding, especially to you. Always has been. That’s why you fell in love with him — aside from the fact he’s ridiculously handsome. He’s never once raised his voice at you, not even when you told him you cheated on him. You wish he would, though. Maybe it would help you and your guilt.

“How are you doing?” he asks. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that question?” you reply.

“You already know how I’m feeling,” he says. “I don’t, actually,” you disagree. “I don’t know if you’re angry, or you’re sad. If you don’t care. Or if… if you forgive me. I just… you’re not yelling at me, and you don’t sound angry, either.”

“I am angry,” Steve nods. “I am so angry. And I’m sad and hurt. I’m confused and I feel worthless and stupid.”

You try to hold back your tears, but you fail. Steve glances over to you, frowning a little bit. He puts his arm around you, rubbing your back. You shake your head and push away his arm.

“You shouldn’t be doing that. I-I should be the one,” you cry.

“Friends comfort each other no matter what. C-Couples comfort each other,” he stammers.

“Is that what we still are?” you ask, surprised. “If I’m being honest, I’d like to be. But we all know what happened with Nancy,” he laughs sourly.

“Yeah,” you nod. You decide to finally face him. You look at him and it feels like you’ve been shot. He looks tired and worn down. His eyes are bloodshot and he has permanent frown lines around his face. You swallow, or you try to. It feels like there are shards of glass in your throat, but you swallow anyways. You take in a deep breath, trying to prepare your little speech. You look him in the eyes, forcing yourself not to look away.

“Look, I know you can’t believe me. I understand that whatever I say now, whatever I have said, and whatever I will say, you may not believe. I understand that, and I don’t expect you to believe me. I just.. please promise me you’ll listen?”

Steve nods. “Yeah, okay. Go ahead.”

“I love you,” you speak. “I love you so much. I still imagine a future together. When I think about us, even the bad parts, it makes me smile. I know I kissed Robin. I do have feelings for her, but I love you. I still am in love with you. My heart still skips a beat when I see you. I get all tingly and giggly when I think about you. Nothing has changed."

Steve sighs and rubs his hands over his face. “Do you love Robin, though?”

You shake your head. “No, no. Not at all.”

Steve stares at you for what seems like a million years. Then he finally speaks, shocking you immediately.

“Can I kiss you one last time?”

“Steve, I—”

“I’m not sure what I’m going to do yet. I know I should tell you to go away. I know I should tell you it’s over, but I still love you, and I’m pretty sure I’ll never stop. But I just need to kiss you again. One last time. I’m sorry if that’s weird, but I hope you understand.”

“I do,” you nod. “I-I do.”

“Okay,” he nods. He gets on his knees, leaning towards you. He tentatively reaches his hand up to your face, cupping your cheek. You put one hand on his thigh and the other weaves through his hair. You savor how soft his hair is, how handsome he looks, even when distressed. You memorize the way his lips are shaped. You focus on how his eyes shine and look at you as if nothing had happened.

“I love you, Steve,” you promise. He nods, “I love you, too.”

He closes the gap and your lips meet. You both feel so starved, that the kiss ends up rougher, hotter than you both intended to. He slips one hand around your waist, pulling you flush against him. He commits the way your body fits against his perfectly to memory. He slips his tongue inside your mouth, tasting you one last time. You grab his neck, tears falling onto your face and wetting his cheeks as you kiss him back. You kiss him hard. You try to show him that you mean it, that you mean everything you’ve said the last few minutes and everything you’ve said the past year. Steve starts to cry as he kissed you as well, knowing that this will be the last time if he makes the right choice.

Before things become to heated, Steve pulls away. He expects you to be sobbing when he stops kissing you, but your eyes are rolled to the back of your head and your head is titled to the sky.

“Shit, shit, shit!” Steve turns to Max’s door. “Guys! It’s happening!”

They all rush into the room, both Max and Dustin carrying your tapes. Max plugs your headphones into your Walkman, sorting through all the tapes to find your favorite song.

“Steve, what’s her favorite song?” Robin asks. “Hell should I know? She’s practically your girlfriend now,” Steve remarks.

“Stop bickering! Doesn’t she like The Police? Isn’t there a song that’s there’s that’s your guy’s song, Steve?” Nancy asks.

Steve looks through the tapes, his eyes getting caught on Stevie Nick’s “Edge of Seventeen”. You love that song. You just had to play it every time you were in the car. You sang it during each shower. You would even hum it before you went to sleep. Steve holds up the tape, snapping it into the Walkman.

“This one,” Steve says. “A-Are you sure? I thought she liked Madonna,” Robin frowns.

“Well, if this doesn’t work, we can try Material Girl,” Steve sighs. He puts the headphones on your ears, pressing play on the tape. The familiar guitar riff sounds through your headphones, then Stevie Nick’s mellow and full voice. Steve prays that you’re able to make it out. Whether or not you two make it, he’s not sure he will be able to live with himself if you died.

You open your eyes as you fall to the floor. You look around you, red lighting painting the sky. Dead trees and bats fill the scene. You’re in the Upside Down.

“It’s your time.” Vecna appears in front of you. You don’t hesitate to run away. You run in the opposite direction of Vecna, your legs burning and feeling as though your lungs will collapse. But you don’t stop. You need to find a way to get out of here.

“Think you can outrun me?” Vecna suddenly appears in front of you. You smack straight into his chest, falling back to the ground. Vecna stares down at you and snarls, bringing his hand up and making you levitate off the ground. You struggle against his grip, feeling your throat close up. You gasp for breath, eyes darting everywhere to try and find an escape portal.

“Your friends aren’t here to help you, Y/n. You have no protection against me,” he bellows.

“I can protect myself,” you say, trying to wiggle out of his tight hold. You know it’s impossible, he’s holding you up like he has the force or something, but you have to try. You have to try something. If not for you, then for Steve. For Robin. For all of your friends.

“You cannot. You’re weak. Too weak to fight me off in your own mind,” he says.

You shake your head. “No, you’re the one who is weak.”

“And how so?” he asks. “You feed off of people’s guilt to stay alive. You’re so weak, you need other people to help you stay alive. But I’m strong. I’m human, and I’m strong,” you say, holding your head up high.

He laughs, his low chuckle rippling through your spine and sending the hairs on your body upwards. “You are so naive to think you can win against me. Accept your fate, Y/n. It’s time for you to die.” he then sends you flying against a trunk. You groan as you feel as though your back broke. You try to get down, but vines start to sliver up your body and hold down your legs, and arms, and wrap them around your throat. You take a big gasp of air, trying to keep it in your lungs for as long as you can. You watch as Vecna floats towards you. He’s right in front of you so suddenly, raising his hand and touching you with his scaly finger. You shudder away, trying not to look at him, but he forces you to.

“Any last words?” he asks.

You open your mouth to speak, but you’re cut off. A familiar guitar riff and raspy singing voice echos off into the distance. You furrow your brows, trying to find what that is. It’s not until you hear the “oh, oh, oh” that you know what it is. Relieved tears fill your eyes. Your friends are helping you. They’re there, on the other side, where you’re supposed to be. Where you belong. And you’re going to get to them, no matter what it takes.

Vecna is distracted now as he tries to find the source of the music. You kick his knee, causing him to curse and stumble back. You’re able to break your right arm free, breaking a part of his body off. You manage to take a couple of pieces of his shoulder off. He doubles over as he did in the bathroom. The vines unwrap from your body and you fall to the ground. You waste no time in taking off.

You run closer to the song, it becomes louder and louder with each step. You look up at the sky and you can see a small slither of Max’s bedroom. You feel so much more hopeful now. You just pray that you’re able to get there in time before Vecna appears again.

A rock suddenly falls in front of you. You stop just in time, then trip on a vine and collapse to the ground. You look behind you, watching as Vecna takes long strides. He’s getting closer to you and you’re losing seconds. You get up as fast as you can, resuming running to the opening.

Rocks keep falling from the sky and you try your best to dodge them. The closer you get, the more of the room you can see. You stop in your tracks as you see Steve and Robin. They’re both next to each other, yelling your name and begging you to come back. They’re both crying and holding hands. You smile, newfound energy surging through your veins. You begin running faster than you ever have before. You don’t dare look back to see how close Vecna is. You’re focused on them. On the two people whom you love the most.

You’re almost there, Stevie Nicks now blasting in your ears. You dodge every obstacle Vecna throws at you. You’re so close, that you can reach out your hand and almost feel Steve’s shirt. You can smell Max’s room. You can taste the freedom. You're almost there. As you take a step towards them, you become yanked down. You scream, tears streaming down your face. You hit the ground and everything goes black.

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