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nexusnyx · 1 year

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So much love to you sweetheart! Major congrats on hitting 10! That’s SUCH a huge achievement! You deserve 10,000 more and you *know it*.

Can I ask for…

🖊️ Breath-hitching when they get close with Joel? I feel like it’s such a JOEL thing. His expression stays the same, his body language is stiff, but he can’t deny the way his heart stops when you’re nearby 🥹

SO MUCH LOVE TO U

So, there you go tingling all the right bits in my brain. I love the idea of tension with Joel because he's just soooo serious, isn't he? I wanna thank you first of all, babes, idk if I'll ever make it to 10k more but just knowing you think I deserve it is good enough. — main masterlist | fireplace celebration | 🏷️: established relationship, soft!Joel, pet names, mentions of smut, minors DNI; [WC: 1.2k]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ˗ˏˋ꒰ edges start to burn꒱

This thing with Joel was new. Tentative, and big.

It was like a dip in deep ocean, something you have only one clear memory of.

After dancing around each other for far too long, he’d done something about the tension that was born in the air every time the two of you were alone, and now, it was like getting to know Joel all over again. All the nervousness, the electric shocks whenever he bumped into you or talked too close to your ears—everything it took you goddamn months to get used to, and the fact that it now came with more.

It was torture, and yet, you both loved it.

Since the kiss after the campfire, now Joel smiled at you differently.

You’d seen it the first time after he pulled away, his hands still cupping your neck and his arms around you holding you back from collapsing on the floor in a thousand tiny pieces. He was smiling. It was—shy. Coy. A little cocky, too, specially with the smugness in his voice when he said, “open your eyes, darlin’.”

Joel became a hazard to your health.

Every time he inched closer, it made the oxygen in your body to behave funny—it stilled. His voice and his presence were like the zero degree hit mark, and you became ice under his touch before you melted away.

He takes it slow.

Painfully slow, if anyone asked you, but it’s still fine. Joel’s look has a promise of something bigger, and it keeps you on your toes. It’s better that he grows you used to the curling in your toes when he kisses you long and deep, or trail his hands on your body.

That’s how you’ll survive something more—dosed on him.

Joel crawls inside of you like something wild. He comes in bit by bit, trusting your smiles the more they come. He takes a while before allowing you to caress him the same you he loves doing you.

While his hands have trailed almost all of your body — trembling, shaking, breathing through the assistance of his own breath too close to yours and his gaze holding a dark cloud over you, his whispers of ‘it’s ok, darlin’—feels good, doesn’t it? I like seein’ you squirm like this’ driving you into a foggy haze — that was all that happened. Joel kissed you and ground your hips into his, letting you claw at his scalp and hold onto him for dear life, but it was only you who fell apart at first.

Then, one day, your hands traveled underneath his shirt, and sighed, melting into it.

Not away from it. Joel continued his ministrations, sighing deeper into the kiss, opening up beneath you.

Getting underneath Miller’s layers was similar to bringing an untamed horse inside close borders—it came with drawing boundaries, and going through them slowly. Surely.

Joel opened up about his past before he could feel comfortable to get naked for you.

It was like he needed you to see him before seeing the rest. A map of scars and a long past.

It’s intense, and more than you expected, but not in a bad way. It’s real.

He’s so Joel that you know him better than you knew people who grew up around you. He understood the deepest and darkest parts of you, shrugging them off as if they were nothing.

Joel showered you in compliments whenever he could, much like you did with him. Yours always came out much shier than his, but he blushed at them all the same.

On a Sunday, you wake up to the smell of coffee and find him in the kitchen with your vinyl player turning the whole place into a dream. Maybe it’s the Spring air outside, and the pink light streaming through your glass, or maybe it’s him—

Joel’s leaning on the counter, shirtless. It’s definitely him.

Or maybe you’re still dreaming.

“What are you doing here?” you ask.

He spins around with the mug in his lips, but you see the smile behind it. Your smile.

He gives you a curt nod, then uses his free hand to make a come hither gesture.

You walk towards him, drunk in sleep and the view you’re graced with, and then walk until your body is all pressed on his. Your arms wrap around his waist, and Joel sips his coffee before putting the mug down behind him. He then hugs properly, putting his face on his neck. “Mornin’ to you, too.”

You chuckle. “Sorry. Thought I was still dreaming there for a sec.”

“Is that so?” His breath tickles your neck, and you nuzzle your nose in his hair. He’s been using the coconut shampoo you gave him, finally. “Didn’t know you dreamt about me being indecent that often.”

Heat burned in your cheeks, and you were thankful for being hidden in the crook of his neck. “Shut up.” You feel him pulling back to look at you. “You know what I mean.”

“I might know what you mean, yeah.” Joel laughs a little. “I told ya I’d be dropping by the first day that it was hot early in the mornin’ to get a look at your window. I washed the dishes and saw the sink was drippin’, too, so I fixed that. Might’ve gotten sprayed in the process.”

“So handy, Miller.”

He leans until his lips were brushing on yours to answer, “You knew that already,” in a whisper.

It was way too early to be trembling like this, “Unlike some people, I haven’t had my coffee yet.” It comes out a little breathless.

Joel hums thoughtfully at you, and presses a kiss on your waiting lips either way.

How could you be so delusional to think you’d need coffee when he was here. Joel’s better than coffee. Sharper, too.

When he kisses you like this, it made you remember the hidden books in Elena’s secret library that you read when you were younger. The ones you wished you could take it home and read until all the light went out of the sky—lines and thousands of words of exactly this; his hands felt hot. They made your body respond like a magnet.

Joel left a trail of heat wherever his hands passed by, and it woke you up much faster than caffeine would dream of.

Your own moans your muffled to your ears by the sound of his soft sighing, and that was all you needed to press harder into him; slithering your body on his. Joel responded by untangling from you with his heavy breathing and his smile turned up a thousand watts. “I really like this ‘just woke up’ look on ya,” he says before dipping to kiss along your neck.

Your only answer is a whine, and trying to control the desire to start climbing him as you had times before.

His skin is so hot under your palms that they’ve been running all over his back as kissed you lazy and awake, and you can feel the dampness in your underwear because of the way he squeezed your thighs and your ass.

When Joel nibbles on a sensitive part of your neck, you whine louder. Whine his name.

“‘kay, ok, I hear you.” Joel then scoops you up by your ass, pulling a surprised yelp from you. “C’mon,” he laughs.

He makes his way to your bedroom, and you think—definitely still dreaming. You’ll believe it’s real when you eat something.

Maybe him.

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riseofamoonycake · 7 months

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ROR MASTERLIST

🌙 Humans

Adam and Eve 🍁

Reacting to your (unholy) search history

Ror characters with a strict gn!reader being cuddly under medical treatments

Adam and Eve reacting to their child bringing home a partner

Lu Bu 🐎

NSFW alphabet

Lactation kink (Female/AFAB!reader)

In The Evening You Always Come (Lu Bu x Female!reader)

Gone With The Snow (Lu Bu x Female!reader)

The characters reacting at you in love with them

The RoR characters getting stuck in the elevator

Guardian (Lu Bu x Female!reader)

Chen Gong 🖊️

The characters reacting at you in love with them

The RoR characters getting stuck in the elevator

Loyalty (Chen Gong x Female!reader)

Jack the Ripper 🗡️

NSFW alphabet

Your Song (Elegy) (Jack the Ripper x Gn!reader)

Ror characters watching the movie Sweeney Todd

Ror characters watching the movie Taken

Noah 🖤

NSFW Hcs

Noah as a Dad

Older Noah being a dad with a teenage daughter

Ror characters watching the movie Sweeney Todd

Ror characters watching the movie Taken

Leonidas 🦁

NSFW alphabet

A Million Sunsets (Leonidas x Gn!reader)

Dreams of Days, Whispers of Nights ☀️🌕 Morning ~ Air (Leonidas x Siren!reader)

Reacting to your (unholy) search history

Guardian (Leonidas x Female!reader)

Leonidas with a female reader and her lost dog

Confucius 💥

Don't Be Afraid! (Confucius x Angel Queen!reader)

Ror characters with a strict gn!reader being cuddly under medical treatments

A Kiss To Build A Dream On (Gn!reader)

Confucius NSFW Hcs

Adam and Eve reacting to their child bringing home a partner

Language of Love (Gn!reader)

Qin Shi Huang 🐉

Lovely Thorn (Qin Shi Huang x Gn!reader)

Always By Your Side (Qin Shi Huang x Female!reader)

The characters reacting at you in love with them

Okita Soji 🎀

Okita Soji x Doctor!gn reader

Ror characters with a strict gn!reader being cuddly under medical treatments

Isami Kondo 🗡️

Isami Kondo x Gn!reader hcs

Kojiro Sasaki 🌳

The characters reacting at you in love with them

Reacting to your (unholy) search history

Dreams of Days, Whispers of Nights ☀️🌕 Afternoon ~ Fire

Adam and Eve reacting to their child bringing home a partner

Pussy eating hcs

Language of Love (Gn!reader)

Sakata Kintoki 💪🏻

Dreams of Days, Whispers of Nights ☀️🌕 Night ~ Earth (Sakata Kintoki x OC)

Pussy eating hcs

The Science Crew 🔬🧪🔭

Lactation kink part 2 (Female/AFAB!reader)

Marie Curie NSFW alphabet

Drunk!Isaac Newton Hcs

Edison as a walking jewelery

The RoR characters getting stuck in the elevator

SFW and NSFW Hcs

Ror characters with a strict gn!reader being cuddly under medical treatments

What's The Weather Like? It's Lovely (Part One: Alfred Nobel x Gn!reader; Isaac Newton x Gn!reader)

What's The Weather Like? It's Lovely (Part Two: Marie Curie x Gn!reader; Indra x Gn!reader)

Adam and Eve reacting to their child bringing home a partner

Science crew x Witch!reader hcs

Size kink for Thomas Edison, Marie Curie, Nikola Tesla

The Science Crew dealing with a chibby reader

#ror #snv #record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #ror x reader #snv x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader #record of ragnarok x reader #ror requests #snv requests

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rosewould · 2 months

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siren iv

genre; smut

warnings; sub!reader, dom!jaemin, tit in mouth, cunnilingus, rough PIV, exhibitionism, unprotected sex (it was an accident this time), PLEASE DON'T WATCH THIS AS AN INDICATER OF MY SKILL OR REGULAR QUALITY IT'S JUST FOR FUNSIES, IT'S LITERALLY UNEDITED PLS

preface; what the caps said in the warnings^

siren masterlist

“Do you guys think we’ll get a say this time?” Yunho asks from his bed as he stares up at the ceiling.

Mingyu shrugs, licking his bottom lip to conceal his smirk. “I dunno.” He stretches before resting his arms behind his head.

“Isn’t the whole point of the show that the girls take control.” Taehyun grunts, curling the dumbbell in his right hand toward his chest.

“Of course you don’t care.” Jake mumbles.

The tone sounds and everyone halts except Taehyun.

“Will Jaemin, Mingyu, Yunho, and Jake please make their way to the living room.”

The reactions range from laughter, shock, to loaded sighs.

“D’you care now– why’d I even ask.” Jake stops himself once he sees Taehyun switch to a plank.

Once downstairs, they notice four tables with envelopes on them. Only one has more than one envelope.

“Please stand at the table with your name on it.”

All four men stand atop the platform where they’re assigned. “Open your envelopes.”

Jaemin pulls out his note quickly, hoping to finally find out what’s going on.

‘Your garnet gal ;)’ Jaemin shudders at the cheesiness but can’t get rid of his smile.

“In order to head out on a special date, you must correctly guess who wrote you the note. If you have more than one, feel free to choose.”

-🖊️⇝

The tone sounds again, this time in the ladies’ room.

“Will Chaeyeon and ___ please make their way to the living room.”

Everyone reacts in confusion except for Chaeyeon, who doesn’t even look up from her book. Roseanne and Yizhuo wave goodbye hesitantly at the both of you.

When you get down there, Mingyu and Jaemin are waiting for you both. You smile at Jaemin, hoping he saw your horrible note.

“Men, pair up with your woman.”

Mingyu smiles at you as he steps down from the platform and your heart jumps. Is he coming over to you?

He passes by and you nearly fall to your knees in relief. You lean slightly on Jaemin once he stands beside you.

Chaeyeon and Mingyu leave first in a separate car. Yours pulls up shortly after. You groan in the backseat. “What now.”

“I know, I hate when they’re secretive about stuff.”

“Why were you two downstairs?” You grasp at straws to get some semblance of understanding.

“There were originally four of us, everyone but Taehyun. We had to guess who these notes were from.”

Your face lights up as you turn toward him. He scowls at you. “Yes I got your stupid note.” As soon as you open your mouth to respond he’s talking over you with vague positive responses.

“I have so much rizz don’t I?”

“Ye- absolutely not.” His face pinches in disgust. “I never want to hear you say that word again.”

You don’t get to rebut as you notice where the car is stopping. “An amusement park?!”

The two of you practically sprint into the indoor park, discovering that it’s been rented out for just the two of you. This time you take the reins, as amusement parks are your expertise.

“First you want to get on a ride close to the entrance. It stops you from wasting the beginning of your trip by walking around, and it gets your heart rate up right away.” You blab on all the way to the train. You settle in your seat and notice you’ve been the only person talking for the past ten minutes. You throw a cautious glance at Jaemin who’s smiling at you.

“Got any more info?”

You smack his arm, feeling butterflies unrelated to being strapped into a rollercoaster. He’s fucking with you, he’s not actually interested. You puff air into your cheeks.

“Clear for takeoff.”

Without having to account for line lengths, parts of your routine are useless. You usually just get the most popular ones out of the way.

“Let’s ride this one!” Jaemin points out yet another thrill ride. The joke you have about him being an adrenaline junkie fails to come out. You chalk it up to letting him have fun and not you being drawn in by his smile. When he smiles genuinely, it brings a new energy to his entire demeanor.

So you refrain from making jabs at him, feeling giddy about him doing the same. The thought of him genuinely enjoying your company makes it feel like you’re floating. While walking to the exit you– despite only thinking it happened in movies– feel the urge to pinch yourself. Your brain is refusing to ground itself.

In the car you inch your pinky toward his. You’re clearly still in la-la-land if you’re making such a bold move. You from middle and high school are screaming in dread and anticipation. You snap your head away, not wanting to see the results but still not chickening out. Your hand flinches when you feel his pinky wrapping around yours.

You can feel his eyes on you but your neck is suddenly locked in place. An intoxicating feeling bubbles to the surface until it forces a grin onto your face. Jaemin reaches to hold your entire hand and his skin sears yours.

Again you’re distracted by where you’re being pulled into. It’s not the beach house, it’s a hotel. The building stretches high enough that your neck cranes back far to observe it. There’s a striking pop of red that disrupts the black exterior. That extends to the inside once you and Jaemin get to your room. The entire room is exclusively black and red with the exception of the cream floors. It’s sophisticated, eye-catching, seductive. Maybe that’s your adrenaline still soaring while Jaemin still holds your hand. With only amusement park snacks in your system, you and Jaemin jump to the hotel menu. Jaemin whispers off things to order while you relay them to the woman on the phone.

“Patbingsu.” Jaemin whispers what feels like the fiftieth food item and you can’t help snorting into the receiver. This poor woman and poor whoever that has to gather this viking feast.

The person who has to edit the footage of you two eating will most likely hate you guys. It’ll just consist of caveman grunts as you both scarf down as much food as you can until you can’t take anymore. You guys do talk, but only to gush over how amazing the food is.

“Chaeyeon and Mingyu are great, but this is what I’m talking about.” You say as you near the end of the feast.

“Yup.” Jaemin lets out a satisfied sigh as he leans back in his chair. “I was holding my tongue.”

“No you weren’t.” Oh god. You quickly seal your lips but it’s too late. You just know the editor just sat up in their chair. “You complimented Chaeyeon.”

Jaemin nods, thinking hard as chews the remnants of his final bite. “I was being nice, the meat was a little gray and dry.” He just shrugs and wipes off his hands. That ended clean enough, so just drop it.

“What do you think Chaeyeon’s note was?” You snicker, playing it off as lighthearted curiosity. Jaemin laughs as well. “Imagine if she did an acrostic poem?”

You both look at each other before bursting into an even bigger fit of laughter.

He catches his breath, “Charming, Hot, Adorable, Enchanting–”

“Is that so?” You tilt your head into the air and tongue your cheek. He dramatically rolls his eyes. “Tell us how you really feel Jaemin.” Fake it until you make it is a very important mantra for you. However, no matter how much you pretend you’re joking, you can’t get rid of the annoyance.

“I’m sorry ma’am–”

“I’m going to bed.” You announce with your arms crossed. You hear him call after you before hearing his feet speed toward you. Your heart lurches as you run away from him, the adrenaline coming back with a startled giggle. You look back to see he’s much closer than you thought and shriek. Before you can maneuver around the bed he’s already wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Where are you going?” He whispers hotly in your ear. You squirm, nerve endings throughout your body bursting with energy. His mouth brushing your ear makes your core clench. You gasp, pulling away from him.

“I’m going to take a shower. Are you gonna chase me there too?” You say, trying to straighten out the shakiness in your voice. You glance back, your curiosity getting the best of you only to see him smirking. He grabs the bottom hem of his shirt before pulling over his head. He captures his bottom lip with his teeth.

“Maybe.”

Energy flutters through you, making you shove the door closed with more strength than you intend. If you weren’t a wimp, you’d take a cold shower. There’s no way you can play with yourself tonight, and if he keeps riling you up like this it’ll be the only thing you can do. Your sudsy hands travel over your body, inching toward your heat. You stop yourself, he probably needs to get in the bathroom too.

When you come out he’s sitting on the bed in only a towel.

“What are you doing?” You gasp, approaching him frantically. You cover him up with a pillow which he throws away with a chuckle.

“Do you remember what I said?”

You’re too flustered and your body feels so hot. You don’t get the chance to discover what he’s talking about before he explains himself.

“I took my shirt off, joked about coming into the bathroom with you, and now we’re both here basically naked. The cameras have been off.”

You’re shoved back to that moment outside of the bathroom. It was so brief when he had you holding your breath, wondering if he was seriously going to come in with you. Except this time it’s much longer, and you’re much closer. Your faces are hovering close while you both have flimsy cloths protecting your modesty.

“So?” He asks and you wish he hadn’t. You don’t want to verbalize what you want. Ultimately you don’t want to have to explain to your mother why you basically have a sex tape on television. You clench your eyes shut, desperately wanting that thought to fade away.

“Are you hot?” Jaemin tries, resting his hands on your shoulders. Your eyes flutter open. It’s hard to think of anything with him touching you. And yes, now that he’s drawn your attention to it, your body is burning up. You nod and his brows jump, but he doesn’t do anything. You thought that was the ideal outcome a few minutes ago. You’d both narrowly escape this risky situation and get to bed. But you wouldn’t be able to sleep. You wouldn’t be able to huddle under the covers because of the fire burning you up. You desperately need to cool down. And you need help.

You slowly untie your robe, heart thumping as his eyes travel down. Jaemin finishes the job by slipping the fabric down your shoulders. The action is slow but is followed by him yanking you onto his lap. The yelp you go to let out is caught in your throat once you feel him under you.

He throws his head back, leaning forward again only to take you in. You felt vulnerable then, but even more so when he takes one of your nipples into his mouth. His mouth is plush and warm, interrupted by the sharp sensation of him biting you. All that you can manage are fragmented whimpers as your body attempts to register each sensation. He loops his arms around your waist tight as you arch into his mouth. He switches in between the two, giving them an equal amount of love

Your moans grow until they’re no longer fragmented and you’re grinding into him unabashedly. You’ve only felt a tongue in your mouth, never had you imagined how good it would feel elsewhere. Jaemin is vastly different from your first. From the way he flips you over and kisses down your body to his sinful eyes as he reaches your heat. You’re so, so hot. You crave his tongue to put out the fire. When he laves at your slit, it’s almost like you can hear the hiss of a fire being extinguished. Silky spit coats your lower lips as he tongues you open. It feels immoral to feel this good. Especially from something so disgusting. The sound, the slimy sensation, his mouth being latched on to an area it wasn’t made for.

It’s so good that your moans become pained, unable to contain how good you feel. You’re about to cum harder than you have in your whole life. Harder than your ex ever made you cum, that’s for sure. And so you giggle as you’re right on the cusp.

“I’m gonna cum–”

And then he kisses back up your body, dark eyes and mussed hair complimenting his cocky grin. Annoying you further. He pushes his tip in before you can complain. He’s so thick you think he may just not go in. But then he pulls back before slipping in further, your cunt sucking him in. You shudder out a moan, choking on it as he starts smacking his hips against yours. You wonder how thick these walls are, just how separated you are from the other people on this floor. Can they hear you screaming out and the bed frames banging against the wall?

A slightly frightening thought intercepts in your mind. Your neck cranes, checking every corner of the room.

Jaemin laughs, “Are you looking for cameras?”

You stare at him doe eyed as if you’ve been caught doing something bad. It should be easy to say yes with the reason being obvious. But you nod again, afraid to speak.

“Yeah? Are you afraid they’re watching us right now? Or…” Jaemin slams forward, sheathing fully inside you and knocking the air out of you. He stays in that suffocating position, stuffed fully into your guts as he leans down. “Are you excited by that?”

He wraps his hand around your throat, looking at you as if he already knows the answer.

“How many people do you think are monitoring the cameras? Making sure we’re not in danger only to find my cock deep inside you.” He exhales hotly on your cheek and you bite your lip, overflowing with arousal.

“I can feel you clenching. What a pretty slut you are.” He mutters next to your ear. A squeeze of your throat sends arousal gushing out of you, catching you both by surprise. Your hips snap up, legs trembling as your orgasm is squeezed out of you.

“Dirty girl.” He sneers, keeping his grip on your throat as you ride out your high.

#nct #jaemin #na jaemin #kpop #smut

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sunandsstars · 4 months

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So far what has been your fave Avatar fics?👀

this is a VERY late reply and i apologise but i needed to gather myself for a bit 💀 these are some of my faves

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Ma Miles - Miles Quaritch x Na’vi!Reader by @mechformers

All the stars - Sully fam x Sully!Reader by @bartxnhood

Loyalty - Miles Quaritch x Na’vi!Reader by @vinciwolf

My chrysanthemum - Jake sully x Reader by @mystar-girl57

Flaws N All - human/avatar Jake x reader by @persefolli

Pearl - Ao’nung x Sully!Reader by @neteyamslovrr

Kxani - Tsu’tey x avatar!reader by @neteyamslovrr

I see you - Jake sully x metkayina!reader by @heirtothekingdom

Pearl - neteyam x metkayina!reader by @eclipseatsea

my dear mates - Jake x Neytiri x Tsu’tey x reader by @ronwestbreeze

To you, worlds away - Jake sully x avatar!reader by @ronwestbreeze

Mawey, ma tiyawn- Jake x Na’vi!reader by @thewayofhim

kisses on my scars - ao’nung x metkayina!reader by @peachyst4r

Late night feels - recom!mansk x recom!reader by @whxre-bxby

This is what you came for - Recoms x Recom!reader by @whxre-bxby

I want to see mama too - Tsu’tey x Na’vi!reader by @avatarbyamara

Tsu’tey courting a female metkayina reader - Tsu’tey x metkayina!reader by @avatarbyamara

Anything from @tojigasm

I will soften every edge, hold the world to its best - Jake sully x Daughter!Na’vi!Reader by @neteyamsilly

Anything from @whereireid

colonels orders! - human!Miles x human!Lyle x human!reader by @youlikefanficdontyousquidward

Don’t be shy, sit - Tonowari x reader by @sunsents

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I also love anything that’s the text AUs, like the twitter stuff. They’re so funny to read

#masterlist 🖊️#links #my fave fics!#love you all

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thementalshawty · 1 year

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Hayyyyloooooooww I’m back back back! Been awhile since I’ve done readings for tumblr (*Deleted my last page) Anywho I’m back and better than ever! Soo let’s get back to business babies!!

Free PAC Readings

📕📗📘📙📕📘📗📙📕📘📕📘📙📖📓📒

Love Readings

Fs Series 18+ (I use explicit language in all readings 🤷🏽‍♀️ you’ve been warned)

Who’s Your Future Spouse? Introducing them Pt .1

Who’s Your Future Spouse Pt.2

What’s their current energy?

What’s their shadow side?

Messages from your FS

Meeting them?

Impressions?

How will they ask you out? (Confession)

How will they pursue you (woo you).

Your first date?

Your first kiss

Early Stages Dynamics

Serious Relationship Dynamic

Problems in your relationship?

Favorite things to do together!

How will they make you feel?

How will you make them feel?

Proposal

Your Wedding

Life After Marriage!

What Their Family Thinks Of You?

What your family thinks of them?

What’s the soul contract with them?

Words to describe your relationship, Traits of your FS or Ultimate Person & A Quick Message

Where are you??

Letter From Your FS/Soulmate ❤️🪽😠🌸

Your Connection With Your Spouse

10 Facts About Your Spouse

Facts & Deets About Your Wedding Day

FS Series Sexual Readings 🤤 18+

Your First Time Together

Your Sexual Dynamic

Your Sexual Chemistry

Favorite Sexual Activities Together

Your honeymoon

Sex Life After Marriage

What Turns You On About Them?

What Turns Them On About You

Sexual Messages From Your FS

Their Naughty Dreams About You?

Random PAC Readings

Yes/No

Messages from Ancestors

Your current energy

What’s that feeling mean?

What’s coming in?

Tough love from spirit!

Your Past life Story

Your Cosmic Origins 🌌

Your Mythical Origins

Your Gifts & Abilities

What Couples you Vibe like?

What songs sum up your connection

Your crush

You and your next partner

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Craving Connection Masterlist

Pairing: Bang Chan × Sugar Plum (fem!oc) / [redacted] x Sugar Plum | sideships will appear 😈

Rating: Mature/18+

Genre: college au, crack, friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, fake dating, fwb, fluff, angst, smut, hurt/comfort ya bitch is throwing it all in this one

Warnings: cursing, family drama, religious trauma, shitty exes, recreational drug/alcohol use, explicit smut, miscommunication, toxic and non-toxic masculinity, college fuckboys, emotional unavailability, inter-sport rivalries 😈 I tags will be updated as story progresses

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Partners in Crime | part four

Ahhh it's finally finished! Sorry for such a long wait!

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Hopper!Reader

Word Count: 6.1k

Synopsis: As the ski trip approaches and y/n and Steve spend more time together, they struggle to stay on the same page.

Warnings: language, heavily inspired by To All the Boys I've Loved Before by Jenny Han.

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“He what?!” Robin exclaimed, her voice cracking over the phone.

“What? He asked me to go on the ski trip what’s the big deal?” Y/n replied, twirling the chord with her finger. She laid back on the bed, letting her head hit the soft pillow.

“He invited you to the ski trip that is a very big deal!”

"No, it's not Robin. It's just a school trip. It’s like asking someone if they want to work on a homework assignment.”

“You don’t get it,” replied Robin, her voice dropping ever so slightly. “The ski trip has like no faculty supervision. It’s just a bunch of teenagers on a mountain, skiing, going in the hot tub, and sleeping wherever they want.”

Y/n sat up on her bed, grabbing the phone to bring with her. The realization of what that meant dawned on her as she said, “So you mean-“

“Everyone goes on that trip to have sex.”

She didn’t know what to say, what to think. Steve didn’t mean it like that, right? They weren’t even properly together.

“I don’t know, Robin.”

“What is there not to know? He is smitten with you I can see it. The way he holds your hand at school? He looks at you like you’re the only person in the world.”

It broke Y/n inside just a little bit hearing her best friend talk about Steve. He had done such a good job convincing everyone he was madly in love with her. It was so well done that part of Y/n hoped it would be true.

She couldn’t deny that part of her wondered what it would be like to actually be with Steve. The have the handholding and locker letters be real. To feel his lips brush against hers...

No, she needed to stop. Fantasizing wasn’t going to change the situation.

“You’re coming right?” Y/n asked, changing the subject. “You and Vickie?”

“Yep! We’ll be there.”

“Good. I don’t think I could stand this trip alone.”

Robin scoffed. “Please, you won’t be alone. You have Steve.”

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The Hopper Cabin was a mess. There were blankets strewn across the couch. Flour already covering the kitchen floors. Max hadn’t even arrived yet and the place had fallen into chaos.

“El, just wait until she comes! You don’t have to take out the ingredients,” Y/n pleaded with her sister. She was rummaging through cabinets like a madman.

“No, I need to take everything out. That way when she gets here we can start!”

Y/n sat on the couch, watching as Eleven prepared the table for her cookie-baking day with Max. The girl was due to arrive any minute and she would be the chaperon for the evening.

“What kind of cookies are you guys gonna make?” Y/n asked, leaning over the back of the couch.

El’s face beamed. “So many! Dad took me to the store we could make chocolate, vanilla, even red velvet!”

“We’ll I’m excited to try them.” A knock sounded from the front door. “I’ll get it.” Walking the short distance to the door, she was ready to greet the younger redhead with a happy smile. “El has been preparing all day for….Billy.”

Billy leaned against the frame of the door, a cigarette loosely hanging from his lips. Pushing his sunglasses to the top of his head, he gave her a smirk. “Hey doll, it’s been a while.”

Y/n stood frozen, not expecting to see him after so long. As she stared forward, not knowing what to say, she saw him stumble a little. Max pushed past him, walking up to the doormat.

“Jeez, you’re only dropping me off,” she complained to her older brother.

Recovering smoothly, he crossed his arms. “Can’t make sure you arrive safe?”

She rolled her eyes. “Whatever. Don’t wait up - I’m sleeping over tonight.”

“Uh- El is just inside,” Y/n managed to get out, still wondering how this situation was going to go.

“Thanks,” Max said with a smile, running past her to greet her friend.

“So,” Billy began, wanting to keep the conversation going. “You’re looking fine.”

Feeling the sudden urge to cover herself, Y/n crossed her arms. “And you’re still invading people’s privacy. Good to know.”

“Oh come on, sweet cheeks. I catch you staring at me in the halls,” he said, trying to walk closer to her. She put her foot down, preventing him from stepping into the house.

“To make you stay away from me. Unless you want to deal with my boyfriend.”

Still persisting, he leaned forward. “Huh, Harrington’s still around is he?”

She could almost feel his breath against her face, finding herself unable to move. Humming a yes, she could see his face getting closer and closer - he took the cigarette out of his mouth.

“Then I guess he’ll hate it if I do this.”

Before she could process what was happening, Billy leaned forward, kissing her on the lips. In shock he pushed on his chest, making him stumble back on the porch. She wiped her lips with her sleeve, trying to get the taste of him off of her. Looking up, she could see Billy laughing, taking his cigarette back to his mouth.

“Dick!” she yelled, before slamming the door shut.

It was almost as if all the air in the room entered her lungs, allowing her to breath steady again.

“Y/n, are you okay?”

She turned to see her sister and Max standing in the kitchen. There was already a mess surrounding them, cookie ingredients splattered on their shirts.

“Y-yeah. Yeah let me just grab something from my room,” she told them. She scurried away before they could ask any more questions.

Shutting the door quickly, she leaned against it, allowing herself to sink to the floor. Billy had kissed her. She felt disgusted, not only by his actions but by the first thought that entered her head.

Would Steve be mad?

Upset maybe. He knew how much she hated Billy. But would he get jealous the same way she did when Nancy was around? How would she tell her fake boyfriend she cheated on him?

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“So where are we going exactly?” Y/n asked, getting into the passenger seat of Steve’s car.

“Just a couple of towns over,” Steve responded as he put the car into drive. “Can you grab the map from the glove compartment? I circled the address.”

“Sure.” Opening up the map, she searched for the red circle. “Is this a residential street?”

“Yeah, some lady's house. Ms. uh…Ms. R-Rottenberg! Yeah, Ms. Rottenberg, that’s it.”

“Okayyyyy,” she responded, drawing out her words. “But why are we going to some random house?”

“She’s having a garage sale and my mom wanted me to pick up these candlesticks.”

Y/n felt her ears perk up. Steve never mentioned his parents, not even when they were kids. Not even when they were still around.

“Oh,” she said, not knowing what else to say. “You talked to your mom?”

He could understand her shock, catching her eye for a moment before turning back to the road. “Y-yeah. She called last week.”

Nodding she asked, “And she wants you to pick up candlesticks?”

“They’re coming back to town for some dinner party and she wanted them.” He paused for a moment, debating whether to continue before doing so. “We used to go to a lot of garage sales when I was a kid. It was like a little adventure. Our thing to do together.”

“Now I feel bad for coming. If this was you and your mom’s thing-“

“No!” he interrupted immediately, waving a hand dismissively. “I want you here.” She tried not to smile at his comment. “Plus, who else is going to look out for the Wittensteins?”

She cocked her head toward him. “The Wittenstein's?”

“This old couple that goes to every garage sale in a 30-mile radius. They are- ugh, vicious.”

Y/n giggled at his intensity. The way he gripped the steering wheel tighter. It was like he had a personal vendetta against them.

“They are the fastest, most cut-throat elderly people I know. They always try to get to the sales first to snag all the good stuff. They drive a red Toyota so be on the look out.”

Pretending to be just as serious, she saluted him. “Yes, sir.”

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One of Y/n’s favorite things about Steve was his laugh. It was loud, cracked up, and gave you a warm feeling over your chest. So when she told him a recent story about her sister, she couldn’t help but smile as he doubled over the wheel.

“No, really?!” he asked through his laughs.

Y/n replied, equally full of giggles, “I swear! She used her powers to slam the door shut and it hit my dad square in the forehead.”

“Oh my god, that’s amazing. I would pay big bucks to see that happen.”

“Well, I’ll invite you over next time.”

He peeled his eyes away from the wheel for a moment to flash a smile - it made her feel warm. She felt safe with him. It was comfortable, easy, and she liked it that way. But there was still a lingering thought in the back of her mind - Billy.

Did she tell him about the kiss? They weren’t together so it wouldn’t matter right? But there was still a part of her that felt like he needed to know. That she cheated on their fake relationship and it didn’t feel right.

“Hey,” she said more seriously. "I need to tell you something.”

“Yeah, what’s up.”

“I-“ As she looked up, hoping to tell him what was eating away at her for so long, she spotted a car in the lane beside them. “Oh my god. Is-is that them?”

“What?” Steve asked confused. He looked over at her.

Pointing past his window she said, “The Wittensteins. Is that them?”

They turned to look at the red Toyota next to them. Inside was an older couple, hunched over as they concentrated on the road.

“Shit, it’s them!”

“Floor it! We gotta beat them!”

“I know, I know I’m going!”

Racing forward, Y/n watched as their car got smaller and smaller on the road. But then, it was getting closer, almost at the same speed as them.

In the passenger seat sat a little old woman, she assumed to be Mrs. Wittenstein who was giving her the death glare.

“Oh my god,” Y/n, said, slightly offended and surprised by her actions.

“I told you they’re vicious!”

“Yeah, but I thought you were joking!”

“We’re almost there what exit are we getting off of?”

Turning away from their competition, she struggled to get her place on the map. “Uh…next exit! Next exit!”

“Copy!”

Zooming off the road, Y/n hung on for dear life. She gripped the handle above her seat, trying her best not to fall into Steve’s side.

“How are they driving so fast?” she asked him.

“They have a need for speed!”

She turned and looked at him, his face still concentrated on the road. She smiled as she saw his tongue poke out in concentration. “Did you just quote Top Gun?”

A smirk formed on his lips. “Maybe…. Okay, this is it!”

Moving further down a residential street, the road became crowded. There were cars lining the street, people walking in words toward the garage sale. She eyed the crowds from her window. It was mostly filled with middle-aged women. Their husbands being dragged along against their will. But there was no parking in sight.

“Let me out.”

“What?” he asked, turning to look at her as the car slowly came to a stop.

Y/n turned to him. “Let me out. I’ll go get the candlesticks while you find a parking space.”

She watched as Steve smiled. “Oh, that’s a good idea.” Reaching over he unlocked the door. Y/n quickly got out, leaning back in to grab her bag on the floor. Steve grabbed her hand before she could pull away. She looked up at him as he said, “Go get ‘em, tiger.”

Smiling, she raced up to the house. There were so many people running around. Grabbing trinkets from the endless amount of boxes. She began to look through one.

“Find what you’re looking for sweetie?”

Y/n turned around, coming face to face with a familiar face. Mrs. Wittenstein stood in front of her, hands neatly crossed around her front. She had a stare so solid it could be a statue.

“No,” Y/n responded. She tried to puff out her shoulders, imitating the confidence of the small lady. “But I will.”

Mrs. Wittenstein grimaced and it felt like the race had begun. Walking around she began to dig through boxes, trying to find ones labeled for the kitchen. She could feel the old lady’s eyes piercing her back as she dug through another box. Then finally, it was like she hit the jackpot.

Taking away a small set of china revealed two silver candlesticks packed below. She felt ecstatic, a wave of happiness washing over her. Pulling out the candlesticks, she let them glisten in the light, the silver reflecting on the warm sun. A curse swore behind her, Mrs. Wittenstein crossing her arms in anger. Y/n couldn’t help but smirk as she passed her, going to pay for her items.

As she handed over the money, an out-of-breath body moved to stand next to her. Their shoulders grazed at the sudden impact.

“You found them!” Steve exclaimed, turning the candlesticks over in his hand.

“Yep! No thanks to her,” Y/n replied. She motioned behind her where their competition was begrudgingly going through other boxes. Laughing she asked, “Why are you so out of breath?”

“Had to park two blocks over so I ran.”

“You ran?”

Nodding, the owner handed her their change. Steve took both candlesticks in one hand, reaching out and grabbing Y/n’s hand to fill his other. She tried not to smile at the action.

“We are not running back,” she stated.

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” Laughing, they let their hands swing back and forth across the uneven sidewalk. “Thanks for coming with me,” he said suddenly, his faze fixed on the cracks in the ground.

“Of course,” she responded. “I had a lot of fun.”

“We should do this more often.”

“What? Go to garage sales? What do we need?”

“Stuff for our house.” He said it so casually she almost missed it. Their house? What was he talking about?

“Our house?” she repeated.

He nodded, looking up at her. “I mean if we're gonna fake-date let’s go all the way. Get married, buy a house.”

Y/n rolled her eyes. Why was he thinking about their relationship? It was getting harder not to imagine a future with him - especially when he said stuff like that.

“Sure,” she replied, playing along. “We’ll go to all the garage sales and get all the good stuff before the Wittenstein’s.”

“It’s like you reading my mind.”

She smiled at him before looking away. All this talk about their pretend future made her think about their real one. What would happen to them after the ski trip? Do they “break up?” Could they still hang out? She was getting so accustomed to having Steve in her life she didn’t want to imagine letting him go.

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The last person Y/n expected to see at her locker was Eddie Munson. So when she saw him waiting for her, she stopped in surprise. her. He was leaning against her locker, one foot propped up as he scanned the halls.

“Eddie,” she greeted as she approached. “What are you doing here?”

Smiling, he turned to face her. “Hey,” he said, watching as she opened her locker grabbing her books. “I have something to tell you.”

Y/n’s smile dropped. She had never heard him in such a serious tone before. Her heart began to race with worry. “Oh no, what happened is it your uncle?”

“Wayne? No, he’s fine it’s just-“ Looking around, he waited for a group of students to pass. Leaning in he whispered, “I saw Harrington climbing into Wheeler’s window last night. I was coming back from a client's house.”

Y/n frowned. “Steve? You saw Steve at Nancy’s house?” He nodded. “But- I mean - are you sure?”

“Yeah. I’m sorry Hopper, I thought he was different.”

“No, it’s- it’s fine. Thank you for telling me.”

The bell rang throughout the halls, students began to rush to class. “I’ll see you later?” Eddie asked.

She nodded, waving as he walked away with the bravest face she could put on. As soon as he turned around she buried her face in her locker, hoping no one could see her. Why was he playing these games with her? He said he was done with Nancy so why does he keep crawling back to her?

As she looked in the darkness of her locker she spotted another folded-up note that Steve had left her. Hesitantly, she reached over and opened it.

Can’t wait to go on the ski trip with you xxSteve

The ski trip? He was excited to go on the ski trip with her after sneaking into Nancy Wheeler’s bedroom?

She decided before that she wasn’t going to tell him that Billy kissed her but she was boiling. Every part of her was ready to go into chem class and announce it to the whole room. Why was she sparing his feelings when he wasn’t sparing hers?

It was a ridiculous thought but one that she couldn’t let go of. The ski trip would be the end of it. After that, Y/n was determined to break up with him for good. She slammed her locker shut, racing off to class.

Her days of pining after Steve Harrington were over.

As she sat down at her desk, she waited patiently for the rest of the class to file in. Steve was one of the last ones to arrive, like always. He smiled when he saw her - so innocently. She forced a smile back before looking down at her desk.

Class went on and she had written her note, the one about Billy that she was going to hand to Steve. She waited and waited, her mind far from the algebraic equations on the board. Finally, right before the end of class, the tossed it onto his desk.

He looked at her for a moment with a smile before opening the note.

Billy kissed me.

It didn’t say anything else, she felt it got the point across very precisely. She watched as his face quickly drained of color like hers had done that morning. Y/n only caught his stare for a moment before she turned back to her desk, gathering her things as the bell rang.

Pushing past people she tried to get out of the hall as quickly as she could, hoping to avoid Steve for the rest of the day. He cared about her, that much was certain so even if it wasn’t in a romantic way she knew he wouldn’t like it.

Unfortunately, she wasn’t fast enough, feeling a hand grab her wrist. She whipped around quickly.

“Y/n, wait,” he pleaded with her, his brows furrowed in anger.

“Let go of my wrist,” she said plainly.

He did so, realizing his mistake. “Is what you wrote true?” She nodded. “Jesus, Y/n what the hell?”

“Excuse me?” she replied.

“Why the hell would you kiss Billy?”

“I didn’t want to!” she defended herself. She crossed her arms, trying to control her temper. “He came to drop off Max and he kissed me.”

“Well did you kiss him back?”

“Would it matter if I did? You’re not my real boyfriend.” She said it in a whisper, one she knew only he would hear in the constantly moving hallway.

He dropped his hands to his sides, letting them swing back and forth in defeat. She didn’t add the reason why she opted to tell him, it was clear the note alone was enough.

“Just-“ he began, before trying to choose his next words. He moved closer to her, almost towering over “Let me know if he tries that again okay?”

The only this she could do was nod. She didn’t know what else to say, what could make everything go away. At first, she reveled in his anger, that he could feel what she had been feeling every time he snuck into his ex's window. But now, as he was standing in front of her, jittery and upset - it didn’t feel good anymore.

Nodding in return, Steve backed up, gripping his backpack tightly. No more words were exchanged as he walked off to his next class.

“Fuck,” Y/n whispered to herself as he left. She had royally screwed over the ski trip.

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Y/n had never been more nervous about a school trip. Her hands were sweating, feet tapping against the floor. She gripped her duffle bag and backpack tightly in the front seat of her dad’s car.

“I’ll pick you up on Sunday, alright?” Her father said, turning in his seat to look at her.

She gave him a forced smile, trying to hide the fact that she had been dreading the trip all week. “Yep, Friday,” she responded. “See ya, Dad.”

Leaning over the center console, he gave her a hug. Feeling the pat of his hand on her back eased some of her stress but it wasn’t enough to go away completely. She gave him one more smile before climbing out of the car. Walking off toward the group of teenagers, she watched them load their bags under the school bus.

Most of the faces she recognized were from passing in the hall or from her classes. Trying not to look too hard in the crowd, she placed her duffle bag under the bus in storage and boarded. The seats were already filling up, most of the ones in the front completely taken.

As she hoisted her backpack on her back, she heard a name calling out to her. “Y/n, hey.” She looked up to see Steve leaning up in his seat, moving over to show he was by himself.

“Hey,” she responded, before trying to walk further down the aisle.

“Wait!” he called out. Slowly, she turned back to face him. “Do you wanna sit with me?”

Before she could even think about it for a moment, her lips began to move. “I’m sitting with Robin.”

She watched his expression sadden. “Oh.”

“Yeah…so don’t worry you can sit with Nancy,” she rushed out before walking to the back of the bus.

“Wait what-“ Steve began but she was already out of earshot by the time he registered her words.

Scanning the seats, she sighed in relief when she saw who she was looking for. Her face was stuffed in a book when Y/n took a seat, startling her.

“Jeez, Y/n! Give me a warning!” Robin exclaimed, sitting up fully and allowing her friend to sit down.

“Sorry,” Y/n replied as she placed her bag on the floor. “I hope you didn’t have plans to sit with someone.”

“Nah, it’s cool. Vickie’s sitting with a friend from her calc class.” She looked over the seats confused. “Thought you were sitting with Harrington.”

“We got in a little tiff the other day,” she said. “About Wheeler.”

“Ugh, really? I’m sorry, dude.”

“It’s okay. Just figured he’d rather sit with her than me. Plus, I don’t really wanna be around him right now.”

She tried everything in her power not to spill the whole truth to Robin. That the real reason, beyond their little fight, was that it was getting hard to be around him and deny her feelings. Ones that will continue to stay even after their relationship ends.

“But, Jonathan is coming on the trip.”

Robin's words pulled Y/n from her thoughts. “Wait what?”

“Yeah, look.”

Leaning over the seats they saw Nancy and Jonathan board the bus. They held hands as they took a seat together. “Shit,” Y/n said softly.

“What were you thinking? You left King Steve to sit by himself.” Robin said to her.

“I don’t know, okay? I wasn’t thinking!”

“Well go sit with him!”

“What? No way.”

“Why? He’s your boyfriend.”

“I-I can’t face him right now. Plus,” She bumped shoulders with her friend. “I would be leaving you by yourself.”

Robin rolled her eyes, and settled back down in her seat, leaning her head against Y/n’s shoulder. “Please, I’ve been alone for most of my life. I would’ve been fine.”

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The trip to the ski lodge wasn’t long and before Y/n knew it, she was crashing down onto her bed for the night. Robin was right in saying that there was barely any supervision on this trip. Couples immediately began to pair off to their own rooms - including Nancy and Jonathan. Steve caught her eyes for a moment as everyone made their way to their rooms.

Did they sleep in the same room? Would people talk if they didn’t? After not sitting together on the bus ride there, the last thing she wanted to do was share a room with him. Making up her mind for the both of them, Y/n grabbed onto Robin’s hand and declared that they would be sharing a room.

Well, Y/n, Robin, and Vickie. The two had recently kissed for the first time and Y/n expected that they would want to sleep together. She reassured both of them that she would leave the room for the night if they wanted to be together. Find someplace in the lobby to sleep for the night.

Vickie and Robin had barely dropped their bags before they were out the door and onto the skiing slopes. So Y/n sat in their room by herself.

She didn’t know how to ski, which in hindsight was silly. But she and Steve had made plans for him to teach her while on the trip. So her original plan was out the window now.

Robin had mentioned something about a hot tub but she didn’t feel like going. Instead, she opted to spend most of the day reading in her room. She tried to let her mind drift off into the pages of her book, to let herself get engrossed in the story. But her mind kept drifting back to Steve.

She needed to not think about him, to push him out of her mind. Then, she thought of an idea. She didn’t want to do it, but it felt like a last resort at this point.

Y/n Hopper decided to go on a run.

She had brought her Walkman, placing it in her fanny pack before going off to find the gym. It was easy enough to locate - she remembered passing it on the way to her room. It was empty, thank god. Y/n didn’t think she could run with eyes all around her, even if they were strangers.

Starting at a slower pace on the treadmill, she eased into a pattern. Letting her music take over her thoughts. This was definitely helping. The music, plus the combination of doing something she hated, took her mind off of Steve for sure. Before she knew it, over an hour went by and she hadn’t thought of him one bit.

As night set in, Y/n was satisfied with what she had done. She got off the treadmill trying to control her breath as she left. There were complimentary water bottles and rags placed near the front door. Grabbing one of each, she made her way down the hallway, hoping to shower before Vickie and Robin got back.

This was great. She read some of her book, excersized and was successfully able to avoid thinking about Steve. But as she turned the corner, she dreaded the person she saw.

The moment she made eye contact with Steve, they both froze. Neither of them knew what to do. Do they say something? Just pass each other? Y/n wiped the aftermath of her workout off her forehead, trying to distract herself. Still, she let her eyes scan what he was wearing. Or, lack of. He wasn’t wearing a shirt - only swimming trunks and a towel draped across his right shoulder.

He spoke before she could decide what to do. “Hey.”

“Hey,” she said back, dropping her hands to her sides.

“W-what are- uh- what are you doing?”

“I-i just came back from the gym. Running.”

“Running?” he said in surprise. “I thought you hated running.”

“Oh I do,” she said, making him chuckle a little. “Thought it was time to change that.”

Steve nodded, his hands coming up to play his towel, not knowing what else to say.

“Are you mad at me?” Y/n blurted out. “For not sitting with you on the bus?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “Not mad just…sad. Mostly I don’t understand why you didn’t want to. I’m friends with Robin too and I know how much she likes to be left alone sometimes.”

“I thought you would want to sit with Nancy.”

“But Jonathan came on the trip.”

“I realized that, yeah…. I promise I’ll sit with you on the way home.”

“Cool.”

He smiled softly. It wasn’t much but it felt like the start of going back to normal or as normal as the two of them could get.

“Well, I guess I’m gonna get going then,” she said, giving a small wave as she began to pass him on her way back to her room.

That felt like a good start. Maybe the next day they could go ski and-

“-I like you.”

Y/n stopped in her tracks, Steve’s words still echoing in her brain. Turning to face him, she let her rag drop to the floor.

All she could muster to say was, “What?”

He took a step toward her. “I like you,” he repeated. “And I’ve been thinking a lot recently about our kiss.”

“When I jumped you?”

“No, back in middle school. During that spin the bottle game.” He took another step toward her. “I remember having all these butterflies in my stomach. I couldn’t tell if it was because I liked you or because it was my first kiss too.”

Y/n stood still, her grip on her water bottle tightening as he took another step, coming just a few feet away.

“But then you kiss me,” he continued. “Cause of those letters and I thought: she’s cute, might as well go along with it right?”

She still couldn’t believe what she was hearing. He liked her? Never did she think she would hear him say those words. She had been dreaming of hearing him say this back to her; but then he had to go climb in Nancy Wheeler’s window.

“Are you still in love with Nancy?” she asked.

Steve looked down for a moment. “I think…I still care about her a lot. I mean, we all fought demogorgons together we’ll all be bonded in that way forever.”

“That isn’t what I mean.”

“I know...but, I like you.”

He took another step toward her but Y/n backed away. “I-I don’t know what to say to that, Steve. I want to be your first choice, not someone that you have cause Nancy dumped you. If you really liked me you wouldn’t be climbing into her window anymore.”

“I- who told you?”

“Does that matter? You still did it.”

“Nancy was going through some things. Stuff that I helped her with when we were together- just- I shouldn’t even be talking about it.”

“Well talk Steve, 'cause from over hear it looks like you’re still in love with her.”

“Oh my god, why do you only want to choose boys that you don’t have a chance at dating? What are you so afraid of? I’m here in front of you, saying I like you and it’s an argument.”

“I don’t choose unobtainable guys! You’re upset I didn’t die of happiness when you admitted your feelings like every other girl in this school would.”

She knew they had both crossed a line, both panting from their screaming match. Not wanting to take any more of his hurtful words, she said, “I’m going to shower,” before turning away.

“Whatever, I’m going to the hot tub.”

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She tried to shower, listen to music, put on pajamas. Nothing would stop her mind from drifting back to Steve Harrington. Who did he think he was accusing her like that? Only going after guys that she can’t have - ridiculous. She desperately wanted a guy to like her back. Well, a guy that wasn’t Billy Hargrove.

Steve liked her back. And she liked him so much.

In the aftermath of their fight, it felt ridiculous that she yelled at him. She still felt valid in her reasoning with Nancy. But there was a big part of her that desperately wanted to give it a shot with him. For real this time.

Not thinking through it anymore, Y/n put on shoes and raced out of her room. He had to still be at the hot tub right? Well, it was worth a shot. She passed through hallways, coming across students who all looked at her strangely. She was still wearing her pajamas, now becoming a little more conscious of her appearance.

As she turned the last corner she found the pool room. There wasn’t anybody left inside as she searched for the hot tub. Heat emitted from its surface, smoke filling the air as it surrounded Steve. She raced over when spotting him.

Standing in front of the tub, she urged him to look at her. His head turned to the side, aware of her presence but not choosing to acknowledge it. Y/n sat down on the floor.

“I’m sorry,” she began, hoping he would pay attention. “I wasn’t being fair before. I mean, I still would like more context about Nancy but- never mind… I should’ve confessed to you too. I like you, Steve. Like a lot.”

His head whipped to look at her, taking in her words. “I really don’t understand girls.”

They both gave a chuckle as Y/n took off her shoes, letting her feet dangle in the hot water below. “I’m sorry,” she repeated.

“Don’t be,” he replied quickly. Sitting up from his end of the tub, he slowly walked over to her. Out of instinct, she separated her legs, allowing him to stand close to her. “I'm sorry too... and I promise I’ll tell you if Nance comes to me with anything else. Full honesty.”

“I’d like that.”

He placed his hands on either side of her thighs, inching his way close to her. She watched as his eyes darted from hers to her lips. “Is this okay?”

Y/n didn’t hide her blush. Nodding she said, “Just kiss me already.”

Not wasting any more time, he leaned in, finally allowing their lips to connect. She felt his arms wrap around her waist, pulling at the material of her shirt as she tangled her fingers in his hair. It was soft and passionate and everything she had wanted from a kiss with him.

Barely pulling apart for air they leaned back in with a little too much force. Steve stumbled backward, falling into the heart of the tub, Y/n coming down with him. They splashed against the water, going under for only a moment before he hoisted them back to the surface. His hands were still on her waist as he pulled her into his lap.

Y/n raised an eyebrow at his forehead. “Okay, Harrington,” she giggled against his neck.

“Don’t act like you’re so innocent in this,” he told her, using a hand to gently pull her chin back towards him.

“I never said I was.”

Their lips connected again, more desperation in each passing second. She wanted to stay like this forever - in his arms never to let go. As she opened her mouth, hoping to give him more access, she felt him lean back.

“Do you wanna go upstairs?” he asked. Her eyes widened at his insinuation. “Not like that, curfew is going to hit soon….though if you want to.”

Giggling, she pressed a hand to his chest, slowly climbing out of his lap. “Come on Harrington.”

He smiled too wide, following her out of the tub. Y/n leaned into his touch as he wrapped his towel around the both of them.

As they went back up the stairs of the lodge, she smiled at the fact that she had no intention of going back to her own room.

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