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how to make a golden retriever happy.

SLIGHTLY proofread | f!reader | poly relationship with nick & charlie though reader isn’t dating charlie | pretty damn long i got ahead of myself, sorry :,) | they’re so cute but im so bad at details fr | lunch date, walks, stargazing w fireflies & movie night! (you got headbands to wear… guess what movie charlie is having y’all watch rn) | what is stargazing | author questioning what color sonic’s eyes are | theres some crying at the end and a mention of breaking up but its just those negative thoughts actin up, theyre all okay :) | angst/comfort? | not many kisses unfortunately but THERE ARE SOME, like three scenes… two? | there is cussing, not much | nick & reader flashbacks

#%a/n%#;; first request done! thanks for it, they mean so much to me. i didn’t wanna make it too long but here we are lolol, hope it’s enjoyable though 🥹💜 also ntm on your family details but your mom does appear and she has a “set” personality! no one else appears though so you can imagine the reader’s family how you want, though it is mentioned your mom is married. also note, since reader is a lady she goes to the same school as like, elle darcy tara (and probably imogen too, right?). meant to post this yesterday but i wanted to add some stuff at the end haha, sorry sorry this is a whole ass wattpad book fr, feel like i wrote so much and nothing at the same time. hope you enjoy if you give it a read thought fhdhdj

OH YEAH last thing, the emotions in this story is kind of a whiplash 💀 one minute they’re happy the next theyre kinda sad or bittersweet so- hopefully the pacing doesnt seem bad… BE WARNED. shouldn’t be too crazy. okay thats it this time do enjoy

character(s):

nick & charlie (heartstopper)

elle & tao cameo

reader’s mom omg she’s a sweetheart, charlie’s parents are mentioned/super small cameo, nick’s mom also has a small cameo/is mentioned

darcy, imogen and sahar are very briefly mentioned!

The sweet sound of the school bell rings throughout and the school and every single student sighs in relief of the noise. You glance up at the clock on the wall before looking around the classroom where students are packing up their bags while talking noisily to one another.

You allow yourself to recline in your chair, left arm reaching back to where your backpack dangles off the seat and slide your hands into the side pocket, grabbing your phone.

Nicky Ricky Dicky: I’m alive!

Char: you live! i live too :) wanna walk together today or are you both busy? (gonna pick you up bestie)

Y/N: i’ll meet you outside (ty loveliest)

Char: awesome!!! nick?

Nicky Ricky Dicky: Sorry aha, I need to go home quickly today but I’ll be sure to join tomorrow!

This makes you pout and you can imagine your bestfriend having the same expression because the sad emoji he wrote in the group-chat even makes you sadder.

Char: ☹️

Y/N: don’f worry charlie

Y/N: Don’t*

Nicky Ricky Dicky: Sorry :,)

Char: It’s fine! Do what you have to do… we gonna facetime tonight though?

Char hearts your message ‘don’f worry charlie’.

Nicky Ricky Dicky: No promises but I’ll do my best. 😠❤️

Nicky Ricky Dicky: i gtg now, love you both <3

Y/N: lym! ❤️

Char: love you! ❤️❤️❤️

Y/N: three hearts 🥹

Char: y/n. STOP. come outside before i die

Y/N: omg… such a drama king like okay

You write and yet, you’re quick to jump from your chair and snatch your bag before sliding it on your shoulder. You push in your chair and skip out into the hallways where you see Elle. “Heya, Elle!”

She smiles warmly and waves goodbye to her friends before stepping in sync with you. “Hey there, Miss, didn’t catch your name.” You bump her shoulder and she bumps you back. “What’re you up to?”

“Charlie’s gonna come pick me up, hopefully via bike… mines broke the other day.” You sigh and she gives you a look of pity while trying to bite back a grin. Then she perks up.

“Not Nick?”

You shake your head, rubbing a hand against your temple. “Mm-mm, you ever just get a feeling something is off?”

Elle nods, turning her face away from you and her hands grip onto the handle of her bag that bounces against her legs. “Yeah, just putting it out there… graduation may be on his mind, I know its on mine and it’s been kicking my ass to be honest,” You wrap an arm around her in comfort and she hums in appreciation. “Just all that weird stuff, weird thoughts and anxiety…” Then she pauses, raising a hand and flicking her wrist. “Okay- not weird, but you know.”

That makes you snort, “Yeah, I get’cha… maybe, but we’ve always been open about that kind of stuff, I just don’t understand why it’d be a issue… I mean, we’ve talked about it many times before so it’s kind of odd, I guess?” You and Elle share a look of confusion before shrugging.

“Maybe it’s been having more of an impact y’know? You can speak easily about something when you’re not there yet but… graduation is coming up and everyone is worried about the future. You know how things don’t hit you till it’s happening literally next week or something? Maybe its hitting harder.”

Your heart clenches in pain at those words. She’s not wrong, there is a high chance it’s staring to affect him more… hitting harder than you’d know. You nibble on your bottom lip in concern and furrow your eyebrows,

“Well. If he’s being an idiot and isn’t gonna come to us about it then I’ll beat him up.” You place your hands on your hips, lightly joking to disperse the tense air between the two of you. Of course he isn’t being an idiot but you refuse to let him stress on his own. Elle chokes out a laugh in surprise.

“Oh god, he better run, she’s scary when she’s angry.” One of her hands let go of her bag and she hold her stomach while laughing a bit more. “Wouldn’t that be a sight?”

You scoff, “Like we haven’t argued before.”

“You argue about literal video games.”

“Stop.” You laugh and push at her shoulder. “Oh, and Elle, you know I’m your friend and if you ever need an ear to lend about college talk or need help to get your mind off of it to just relax, you got me.” She stares at you for a few beats before cracking into a grin.

“Thank you, Y/N. You know you got me too.”

Outside the school building you’re quick to spot two familiar figures by the gate. “Yes, he’s here!” Your arms raise in celebration then instantly flop down, “There’s no bike…!”

Elle calls out which makes the two boys stiff in seconds.

“Get your butts over here, Mr. Xu and Mr. Spring!” They awkwardly crane their necks to your direction and simultaneously sigh in relief – probably thinking you were teachers.

“You nearly gave me a heart attack!” Tao exclaims as you and Elle once you’re right infront of the two, gesturing to his heart. Elle is quick to place a hand over his chest – Tao’s cheeks lowkey reddening but you decide not to point it out for his sake – and her eyes widen a bit.

“Tao, your chest is gonna shoot out your chest.”

“See?”

“That is the goal, sire.” You finger gun at him and he smacks your hand away lightly with an exasperated look. It makes you giggle. “Elle is just feeling a little silly today.”

“It’s my agenda.” She grins before engulfing Charlie into a hug and he squeaks in surprise before squeezing her back. “Hello, Charlie!”

“Are you sure your heart isn’t pounding because you’ve gotten your daily dose of Elle?” You whisper while stepping in line next to Tao, facing your head to your other friends but you can see him tense at the corner of your eye.

He pinches his nose bridge, mumbling and you catch some of the words, suspiciously sounding like him saying he’s gonna fight you. His cheeks bloom a rosy rose so you take the win either way and smugly smirk at him.

“Hi, Elle!” His muffled laugh catches your attention, making you and Tao smile at the interaction before you wrap an arm around the latter, making him eyeroll, of course he does, but he wraps an arm around your shoulder and gives you a light squeeze in response.

“We best be off on our merry way,” You speak up, checking the time as the two friends let go of eachother. “I wanna stop by that new shop that opened a few weeks ago… Is that fine, Char?”

He gives you a thumbs up and Elle speaks, “Let me know how their desserts taste, I’ve been wondering but honestly they don’t look that good so…” She stares at you with a grimace before shrugging.

“Noted~” You say in a singsong voice before wrapping your arms around Charlie. “I’ll call you later, enjoy your afternoon date.” You and Charlie give the couple teasing grins and they take the bait, looking away in shyness but Tao takes the initiative and connects their hands together. It makes you melt.

“Shut up.” He groans, snapping but tone very much unthreatening adding on the fact he’s trying to cover his flustered face with his free hand.

“Yes, yes grumpy old man, we’ll see you later.” You and Charlie waist no time to start down the road with waves.

“Bye!” He shouts.

“I’m not a grumpy old man!” Tao stomps his foot, comedically. Right. How could you make that mistake?

“Bye, Y/N and Charlie!” Elle laughs with a wave and tugs her totally-not-grumpy boyfriend off in the other direction. You watch their hands tighten around eachother, squinting in amusement when Tao’s scowl instantly softens into a lovestruck gaze.

“Ahhh, young love.”

“You’re starting to sound like the old one here.” Charlie snickers, hands coming up to hold onto your forearms that are still bounded around him.

“You wound me, Char.” You squeeze him and he huffs. “I literally think the same when you and Nick are interacting, it’s so,” You make weird noises, fingers wiggling. “Y’know? Very sweet. Very cute, I even have some photos of you latching onto eachother while sleeping. Wanna see-?”

His brain feels like it’s shutting down, lightly smacking your arm when you lift it as to grab your phone. “Stop it.” You could practically see those animated stars swirling around his head and laugh.

You relent and unwrap your arms with a cheeky smile. He glances at you before hiding his face in his hands. “Ughh, whatever. You act like you don’t jump Nick the minute you see him.” Yeah, that’s crazy. You feel your own cheeks flaring up.

“You must be blind.”

“No, no, no. Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Lie!” He exclaims in a joking tone, uncovering his face and poking you in accusation. You lean away, losing your balance and forcing yourself to lean on your tippy toe. Your other foot comes down onto pavement with a stomp and you twirl like you’re dancing. Charlie definitely notices this misstep, doesn’t say anything but you see his shoulders shaking in silence. He’s laughing.

“I never lie?” You pick off the conversation.

“Was that a question?” He tilts his head back at you.

“No?”

He stares at you, eyebrow twitching and you puff out your cheeks like a frog, looking anywhere but in his direction. “You’re awfully cheeky today.”

“How am I being cheeky?” He gives you a look like you’re being ridiculous.

“Charlie Spring is a little cheeky today, my oh my, what have I done to deserve this.” Then you raise your voice in a slight yell, “Ahhh! Who is this?! This isn’t my Charlieeee…!” Your arms reach for the sky.

“You’re an idiot.” He takes the chance and poke you again which makes you yelp. You narrow your eyes. He runs off, you chase.

That was last week. You haven’t seen your boyfriend in a couple of days and it’s concerning. He responds hours late to your messages, doesn’t even respond in your group chat with Charlie, his calls barely last ten minutes and you literally haven’t seen this man in person. Charlie tells you he still shows up at school but his eye-bags are pretty bad.

“Is he avoiding me? I’m confused.” You frown, balled up on Charlie’s bed and feeling very mixed. A little annoyed, a little sad, and alot of worried. Charlie sets down two mugs on his bedside table and sits next to you on the bed. His rests a hand atop of your head and lightly taps it.

“No… I don’t think so. I see him at school and he tries to act normal but even he doesn’t respond to me like that outside of school.” The scowl his face makes has deepened and you’re quick to wrap an arm around his leg in comfort. He lets out a weak smile but it’s quick to fall off his face. “I’m confused too…”

You both stay silent, it’s nearly deafening. “I don’t wanna force him to tell us anything – I mean, he knows he can come to us if he needs it but if he’s really stressed about school maybe we can help give him some space to not think about it. Even if its only for a bit, you know?” Charlie listens to you mumble while tugging at a loose thread on his sweater and nods slowly, eyes lost in thought.

“Should we go somewhere?” He tilts his head back to look at the ceiling before his gaze travels around his room’s walls, hoping to find an inkling of inspection.

“That sounds fine.” The somber feeling in the room lifts a bit when you start to grin. You shift onto your back, raising your right arm in the air and sprawl out your fingers. “We could go out, do something and eat… I kinda wanna stargaze, is that weird?”

He lets out a chuckle, glancing down at you with a teasing glint in his eyes, “Wow, you’re such a romantic, Y/N. I’m shocked.” To which you scoff.

“Well, duh. Who makes all the date plans?”

“Okay, no, that’s because you say we’re bad at planning dates – you refuse us to even be involved.”

“Charlie, Nick brought you to a dog park as a date.”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“You both stayed there till nine.”

He full on laughs now, bumping you with his knee and you smack it back in retort. “No judgement though, I would do the same but that was for the whole day! Who stays at a dog park from Eleven to Nine?” He continues to laugh until they turn into giggles.

“Maybe… we’re unique.”

“True that. You didn’t even bring baby Nells, shaking my head.” To put emphasis, you shake your head and your friend has to gasp out for air. “Don’t die, now.”

“Whatever whatever.” He brings his hands to his face and rubs his cheeks in circular motion to calm himself. His face is flushed and he exhales slowly before reaching for his phone. “Do you want your drink?”

You remove your arm from his leg and sit up properly, holding on your hands and he complies, placing the mug between them. “Thank you~” You lean on the wall, flopping your legs onto Charlie’s before crossing them at the ankles – to which he sighs in annoyance and it makes you grin. “What’re you doing?”

“I’m gonna search for places to go that is nearby but not too close… you have a place in mind for stargazing?” He grabs his own mug that is black and littered with yellow stars, how ironic. You nod sleepily, slowly sipping your preferred drink and tap at the cup absentmindedly.

“Yeah, it’s near my house.”

He flicks his eyes towards you for a second.

Then goes back to typing on his phone.

“You mean it is your home.”

“Maybe.”

You smirk, he sighs and you both go back to planning. Nick honestly better be willing to get his ass dragged out of the house by his lovely girlfriend and boyfriend because money is involved and you both would be damned if he just wallows in self despair, alone.

So, that’s what happens, you fill Charlie’s parents in on needing to steal your bestfriend during the weekend and some of the plans involved like a movie night. They agreed to let him stay over for the night but he must call every few hours or atleast text.

Your parents love the boys and were completely down with the idea. Of course you also secretly called Nick’s mum and she had filled you in on a couple things that made you a tad bit more nervous to see your boyfriend.

Seems like your assumption was correct (more like Elle’s). “Lately he’s been talking about colleges, right… he’s planning to go on a trip sometime this month to check them out but he seems stressed, it’s been worrying me. You know though, kids probably don’t want their parents all in their business, haha,” She laughs softly and you can hear running water cut off on her end – probably washing something – “He knows he can come to me so I’m just letting him have his space. It’s lovely you and Charlie want to ease his mind! Glad he’s with and friends with two sweethearts,” This makes your face flare up in embarrassment but your chest puffs with pride.

“Of course, and I know he appreciates you being patient and understanding with him. The thing we don’t wanna do is pressure him… I just hope this can help take his mind off of the stress and you know… relax?” You grimace a bit, tugging at the end of your sleeve as the phone sits between your ear and shoulder.

“I get it, mhm. Thank you, Y/N.” Her voice is still soft but gets even more sincere with a hint of emotion. Had you feeling emotional too.

Saturday is quick to arrive and you stare at your reflection with determination. Brushing down your outfit, you admire your date look a bit more before turning around slowly and snatch your bag off the bed which is filled with random necessities that you may or may not need along with your wallet.

“Alright, Nick Nelson, prepare yourself for the best date you’ll ever be on.” You puff out your cheeks, grab you phone of the charger and exit your room. “I’ll be off, Mother~” You hum once you reach the end of the staircase and spot your Mom on the couch with a paper in hand.

“What is with the formal address?” She chuckles behind her hand, standing up and following you towards the front door. “I’ll see you later tonight with Nick and Charlie, right? Enjoy yourselves.” She smiles, wrapping her arms around your head and you hug her back with a gentle squeeze.

“Oh! Wait.”

She quickly unravels herself from you and speeds down the hall to the kitchen. Your eyes stare down the direction she went for a few seconds before deciding to slip on your shoes.

“Okay, here you go.” You’re standing with the door open by the time she comes back and she gives you a picnic basket. It’s not super big but you have to grab it with two hands. Less from the size, more from the weight.

“Mom. What did you pack in here?” You huff out a laugh, going to open the lid but she stops you.

“No, do not open it. It’s like… a wedding. You can’t see your spouse or it’ll be bad luck!” She speaks with a finger raised and you cock an eyebrow up. Whatever you say, Mom is basically your expression and she seems to notice because she places her hands on her hips with an exasperated look. “Just trust me, I’ve done it before and it was bad luck all day.”

“Mhm, mhm, right.” You nod, half listening and backing up on your porch. She follows, hand on the doorknob with a soft smile and she pinches your cheek with her other hand. “Thanks, I love you.”

“Love you too, honey.” She full on grins now and waves. After your ‘see you later’ promises, you’re quick to dart down the street and across the roads to a nearby park where Charlie said he’d meet you after picking up Nick. It gives you enough time to unload the nice lunch packed for the three of you and hopefully buy some refreshing popsicles or ice creams before they arrive.

Seems like luck is on your side though – maybe your Mom was right – because the minute you finish laying out the huge blanket in a nice shaded area you hear the sound of someone ringing a familiar bell sound. You turn your head so quick it nearly gave you whiplash and your eyes widen at the person walking along the park’s path, pushing a white squared cart decorated with photos of different types of cold treats.

You take your bag and phone, dialing Charlie’s number while speedwalking across the grassy field. It takes two rings before you hear his voice.

“Yes, partner in crime?” His voice comes off as staticky for a moment.

“What the hell are you doin’, your mic is scuffed as hell…”

“I’m walking!” You could imagine the eyeroll Charlie would do and bite your cheek to not laugh.

“Are you with Nick?” You continue to talk but smile in greeting when the ice cream seller stops at you coming over. He says hello and you wave before looking over all the choices on the cart.

“Yes. We’re grabbing drinks right now, you okay?”

“Yeah! I’m at the park, set up the picnic – though the food is still in the basket,” You glance back at your spot and after making sure nothing seems out of the ordinary you look back at the cart. “You remember those ice cream cart things? You want something?”

It’s silent between the two of you as Charlie ponders, in the meantime you point to your desired choice and the guy nods with a smile, opening the ice cream cart before digging around in the pile of cold desserts until he finds the one you want.

“Do they-“ He cuts himself off with a chuckle and you perk up at his voice, “Do they um,” He snorts this time then sighs to calm himself, “The ones with the bubblegum eyes. I wanna try one.”

You laugh a little, thanking the ice cream man as he sets the packaged treat in your hand. “Do you want the sonic one or something?”

“Whatever you spot first or whichever is given. Oh wait- Nick-“ You zone out a bit as he speaks to the blond and point to the blue hedgehog. The ice cream man continues his search. “He said he wants the crybaby ice cream.”

“Oh god.” You sigh in adoration, tilting your head back to the clear blue sky. “Weren’t they, like, terrible the last time we tried them?”

This time you hear Nick’s cheerful voice and he scoffs, “Okay, no. That was because for some weird reason you and Darcy wanted to put warheads into the mix.”

“Thank you,” You say to the nice man, grabbing a ten and a five dollar bill as a tip out of your wallet with a smile. You then put all the treats into your bag along with the wallet, waving the man bye which he returns and goes on his merry way. Your focus goes back to the two boys. “Ah yes, I remember the part where your face went sooo red. Hilarious, I have videos I think.”

He groans in prospect and you hear muffled giggles erupt from Charlie. “Why do you do this to me?”

“What are you talking about?” You tease and he groans again.

Charlie then speaks up, sounding way closer to the phone. “Alright! We’ll see you in two-point-five seconds.” You hum in response and say your goodbyes before hanging up the phone.

You reach the blanket again, flopping on your tush and take the ice creams out, aligning them with precision on top of the picnic basket. Charlie doesn’t disappoint because not two minutes later you see two familiar figures walking down the park path, one of them pointing towards your general direction and ditching the path to the grass.

You could feel your heart pound from… nervousness or excitement? Maybe both and it makes you grin, waving at the two. They get closer and Charlie waves awkwardly with a hand that has a drink in it, to which you notice his other hand also had a drink… and one of Nick’s. The blond’s other hand is carrying headbands of some sort and a bag is hanging off his arm.

“Char told me to get these while we were in the grocery store.” Nick speaks first when they get to you, he lifts the hand with headbands. “I decided not to question it.” You raise your hands and he carefully sets the accessories in them. Ah. Barbie headbands.

“Charlie…” Your brows pinch in amusement but also bewilderment. “What have you decided?”

He chuckles mysteriously, lifting a foot off the ground to point at your hand. “Put those down and take your drink, please. My hands are freezing.”

“Oops.” You comply and take the cup. The two eventual settle down with Nick in the middle and you quietly take a nice sip of the beverages. “Thank you.”

The boys nod and you glance at Nick, noticing the shadows of bags under his eyes. It makes you frown for a second, “So, what am I doing here on this lovely day.” Before you could inquire, Nick speaks up first, eyes shutting in contentment and a pretty smile adoring his face.

You lean back on the palm of your hand, eyeing Charlie and he meets your gaze. “Can we not want to hang out with the one and only, Mr. Nick Nelson?” You speak with a teasing tone, leaning into his side. His smile goes wider and he opens his eyes to meet yours.

“You make me sound like some big shot.”

Your eyes narrow.

“Well it was hard to reach you… so…” His gaze falters along with his smile, nervously tapping the top of his cup. “Not to pressure you, you know that but Charlie and I will always be there to listen if you need it.” You poke his arm gently and you spot Charlie’s hand sliding into Nick’s.

“Yeah.” Charlie nods, squeezing their hands, “But if not, that’s fine too. Y/N and I wanted to just, relax with you. Spend some time together.”

That makes Nick let out a shaky laugh and a wobbly smile. “Thanks.” He pauses. “Really. It’s just been, crazy?” He nibbles at his bottom lip before sighing and flops on his back, leaving his cup between his crossed legs and dragging the two of you down with him – which makes you all share a laugh.

Charlie rests against his boyfriend’s chest – facing his direction and you flip onto your stomach to play with both of their soft locks. “What has?” You ask softly.

He’s silent for a bit, tapping his fingers on your back with his free hand. “I’m not sure, school? Life? …Me? There’s no exact reason, everything just seems to be crashing down in my brain and it’s annoying to say the least.” He sighs heavily, “I’m probably just having that kind of month where everything is just feels like alot.” He frowns and you move the hand in his hair down under his chin, gently squeezing his cheeks and he chuckles.

“That’s perfectly fine, it happens.” You move the hand to trail up the left side of his face and place your palm over his forehead like you’re checking his temperature and it makes Charlie join in, prodding at Nick’s neck gently.

“There’s a lot going through your life right now, perfectly understandable why it feels overwhelming and such. Thank you for talking to us about it.” Charlie speaks softly.

“Of course. I don’t,” Nick pauses, opening his eyes with a flash of worry, “I don’t want it to feel like I’m shutting you both out or anything, or if it feels like you’ve done something wrong. I feel less weird thinking I’m overreacting, haha…” The laugh comes off flat but from the reassuring smiles from his lovers, he feels at ease.

“You’re not.”

“Nuh-uh.” You and Charlie speak simultaneously, denying such thoughts. It makes Nick laugh which sounds less forceful.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to talk about everything right now since I don’t even think I’m done… accessing everything but really, thank you. You both are my anchors.” If you didn’t tear up from that, your heart definitely did. Charlie gets up off Nick, letting go of the blond’s hand and tilts his head back with his hands over his face.

“Same, Charlie.” You cover your own face and lay flat against the blanket.

“I…” Nick trails off with another laugh and he sits back up which catches both of your attention. “Can we eat though, I’m getting a little hungry.” He gives a shy smile and you also sit up.

“Oh shit, what if the ice cream melted?!” This realization has the three of you shooting towards the basket, grabbing the packaged delights and simultaneously sigh in relief. They’re not melted… yet.

“Should we just eat these first and then eat the actual lunch next?” Charlie bites back a laugh, already opening up the plastic and pulling out the bubblegum eye Sonic, wasting no time to put it in his mouth with wide adorning eyes.

You and Nick watch him in amusement before opening your own. “I wanted this lime popsicle they usually sell but there were none.” You sigh before eyeing Nick’s container of airhead ice cream. He opens the top and it reveals the swirls of… red? Or pink and green.

“That’s funny, we saw those while we were at the store. There were these coconut flavors too.” Nick reminisces, plucking the taped but wrapped in it’s own plastic wooden spoon off the side of the ice cream container.

Charlie hums before looking down at the bitten into Sonic, “Why does Sonic have green eyes? Are they actually green?”

You all stay silent.

“I thought they were black or brown?” You speak in confusion.

“Right? Even blue….” Charlie tilts his head.

“Technically all of those are correct though they turn red as well… It’s the different franchises, I guess?” Nick furrows his brows in thought, scooping into his sour treat after freeing the wooden stick and eats away, wincing here and there. You watch with amusement.

The lunch date you can say with absolute certainty was very successful. You all catch up on things that have been going on and different shows you’ve been watching. Sharing ice cream, stuffing yourselves full with your Mom’s cooking – there was even a drink war? All you knew was one minute you were nearly done with your beverage and the next it’s being tossed in Nick’s direction as you try and run away from Charlie’s retort from you getting him seconds before. Ah, can’t forget the classic kisses shared under one of the many trees at the park and the newest photos stored in your ‘Nick & Char ❤️’ album, like the picture of Charlie ‘painting’ Nick’s face with whip cream. Where the fuck did you get whip cream from? Ask your mother.

Around the time you were all packing up, a teenager around your age ran up with their four other friends and inform you there is a nice walking trail – pointing towards the area where the park path splits, one continuing into a circle around the whole field and the other going into an area with rows of trees.

“Y’think we’ll get jumpscared? Like a haunted path or something.” You joked.

“They said there’s a nice stream down the path.” Nick smirks at your joking, placing a hand on your head and you puff out your cheeks, feeling them heat up a bit.

“Ah yes, you can take a nice swim in it when I push you in there, Y/N.” Charlie hums, quick to dart his eyes away when you flip your head in his direction.

“You’re so evil to me?” You watch him with wild eyes, mouth agape and he laughs.

“Do you think we’ll actually able to get in?” Nick ponders and you flip the wild gaze to him now.

“With us three, I’m sure we can pull it off.” Charlie responds with a menacing grin, mischief all up in his eyes and you’re playing ping pong with your eyes, flitting back and forth between them.

“I’m gonna be arrested today, huh…” Your boyfriend and bestfriend just giggle like evil people.

In the end, you three didn’t get in the stream’s water but there were some fishes so you decided to feel them the crust that Charlie didn’t eat from his sandwich and take some more photos. Nick had picked Charlie up bridal-style, getting dangerously close to the water and you record it all.

“Don’t drop me!” Charlie tightens his hold around Nick, fear and excitement in his tone.

“This takes me back to the beach…” Nick ignores his boyfriend’s pleas and spins around carefully.

“Do not reminisce while I’m in your arms, please and thank you?!” He exclaims and it makes you full on laugh, an arm over your stomach while watching the whole exchange happen.

It’s not long before it turns from afternoon to evening, you three return back from the area with Nick and Charlie debating on if they saw a deer or not. Charlie saying it was definitely there and Nick saying it wasn’t there.

“Carl Grimes flashbacks…” You hum and Charlie puts you in a headlock.

“Do not. I will cry right here.” He pouts and pulls at your cheeks, ignoring your protests. Nick watches with a soft gleam in his eyes, rocking the picnic basket back and forth with a hand.

You all walk down the sidewalk side by side once Charlie lets you go, talking about random things before Nick realizes the direction you’re going.

“Are we dropping Y/N off?” He frowns.

It catches you and Charlie off guard. “What? What makes you think that?” You raise an eyebrow. Nick points ahead and your house in slowly coming up in view. Ah.

“Ah.” Charlie speaks your thought and you both share a laugh. “No, we’re not dropping her off.” Charlie stretches his arms with a grunt before eyeing the bag strapped around Nick. “You brought pajamas and clothes for tomorrow, right?”

Nick nods, pursing his lips. “Still confused about that.”

You scoff in amusement and place a hand on your forehead with an endearing smile. “Nick…”

“Don’t worry, you’ll understand soon.” Charlie gives him a thumbs up, paired with a wink before darting ahead of the two of you. Nick flicks his gaze to you in question but you put on an act and shrug.

“What he said,” You pause for a moment, eyes burning into Nick’s, “Do you like stargazing?”

He moves closer to you, closing the gap and tugs your hand in his. The question makes him look up at the sky for a moment. “Mmm. Never tried it before? What counts as stargazing? I’ve… been in the car on trips and looked out the window…?” You give him a perplexed look which he returns.

“Alright, well-“ You chuckle, “That can… technically count? I guess? Just… Yeah.” You give up midway, tugging Nick along when you get closer to the front of your house where Charlie awaits. “You’re on your phone while you’re on a date? Tsk tsk.” You tut your lips in disapproval and Charlie startles.

He rolls his eyes, flipping his phone to the two of you bounding up the steps. “I was texting Saha- oops, hold on-“ He cuts himself off, flipping the phone back around with a nervous smile.

You glance at Nick before moving your hand to cover his eyes with your other hand. He gasps in surprise but doesn’t question it any further, grinning a bit. Facing back to Charlie you mouth the word, ‘Barbie?’ and tilt your head in confusion. He nods.

“You’re silly.” You remove your hand from Nick’s face and flatten your hand, tapping Charlie’s forehead in a chopping motion. He rubs the area with a laugh and you knock on your front door.

“Did you forget your keys?” Nick giggles when you give him a look of shame.

“Maybe.”

Your Mom is quick to open the door, grinning widely. “Welcome back. Hello, Charlie and Nick.” They wave in shyness and she scoots back to let the three of you in. “What’s the plan next, soldier?” She bumps the door closed with her hip and loosely crosses her arms, raising an eyebrow at you specifically.

“Gonna go in the back for about an hour…” You trail off, taking your shoes off in the most complicated way. With your feet, or the heels per-say. When you finish you take the basket from Nick and walk to the kitchen with your mom as the boys finish taking off their own shoes. “To stargaze.” You finally finish when Nick’s ears are out of reach.

She pats you on the back with approval, “Attagirl. How was lunch?”

“It was fun! We spoke a bit, ate and went down a trail.” You bounce your head to the side while listening the activities before pausing. “He seems more… energized?” Your lips purse.

“Was that a question?” She leans against the counter, one arm coming out of the self-hug and she combs her hand through your hair. You give her an awkward look and she breathes out a laugh. Tapping the crown of your forehead, she moves away to the fridge with a soft smile. “Well, if he seems to be uplifted,” She eyes you before taking out three water bottles. “That’s great news, no?” Then sets them infront of you on counter.

“You’re right but… I don’t know. I just feel like I can do more,” You huff. “But that’s dumb because of course I can’t, this has to be something Nick figures out and all I can do is support him.”

“Honey, that is doing more for him. Supporting him is the biggest help you can five someone, along with what you’re already doing. Taking him out, letting him have space to clear his mind and being a safe net. Same thing with Charlie, no?“ Her hands latch onto your shoulders and give the muscles a gentle squeeze. “I know it feels like you want to do so much more but, there’s only so much.” You tilt your head back and look up at her with a half-smile before relenting.

“You’re right.”

“A mother is always right.” She lets go and moves towards the stove, giving you a smug side eye… which you return with an unamused eyeroll.

“Yes, yes. My mother is always right. Sometimes.”

“About ninety-nine percent.”

“Ninety-five…” You lift an eyebrow and give her pointed look. She has a spoon in her hand when she looks over you and points it to her chin in thought, it’s just a bit though.

“Ninety-seven. Take it or leave it.”

You scoff in amusement before scooping up the bottles, “Whatever you say, ma’am. We’ll be outside.” She hums in understanding and you exit out the kitchen, walking into the dining room before reaching the living room where the duo waits.

“Pleasure for you to join us.” Charlie smirks and takes two of the bottles from your arms with a nod of thanks.

“Be welcomed.” Nick muses with a grin and cracks open the bottle, taking a quick refreshing sip.

“What is this speech? I hate it.” Your face scrunches up in disgust before gesturing to the sliding glass door. “Shall we?”

“Look who’s doing it now…” Charlie stares at you cheekily. You give him the finger, he returns it.

There are slides in a shoe rack near the door and you three take a pair before stepping out. Nick’s eyes widen in wonder. Your backyard has a big blanket – similar to the one from the picnic – sitting in the middle of the area that has a plot of grass and lanterns that hang off metal rods sit nicely around in the grass that have curves at the end, doing nicely as handles. What surprises you are the little bugs that fly and flicker with a yellow-green gleam in the air.

“Since when do we get fireflies?” You speak first.

“Since forever, Y/N.” Charlie poked your back and you jump, flipping around to get him back but he’s already slipped behind Nick.

“You little…”

“Ah, ah ah, you have to be nice to me.”

“Says who?” He’s being ridiculous.

“Says me. Your bestfriend.” He peaks around Nick’s side – who, mind you, is still focusing on the backyard’s look – with a teasing grin.

“I’mma beat you up.”

“No!” He lets out a laugh when you lunge towards him, twirling out of your reach and running around with you flailing behind.

It felt special to Nick. The orange-red sky turning into it’s pitch dark blue color, stars twinkling down on you three with a full moon bright. His eyes are stuck on his two partners, the fireflies swirling around them out of disturbance but still they still decorate the backyard with green-yellow hues, not ready to leave. He remembers this conversation you had in this backyard a year ago…

“Do you think fireflies come around this area?” You were sitting on a bean bag, legs tucked beneath yourself and were practically sunken into the ‘seat.’ Charlie had insisted you to put it on the concrete side of the backyard so you did and now your face is hidden behind Nick’s switch in your hands.

Speaking of who, Nick is currently soaked wet, wringing out the ends of his shirt and Charlie wraps himself up in a towel. It’s late night, pitch dark but they wanted to play with water balloons and your Mom happened to be out of the house to pick up dinner.

“Maybe…” He leans back to look at the sky. “Why? Do you like fireflies or something?” He looks back down at you. The question has you silent for a couple of beats before you set down the console. He watches you with an amused twinkle in his gaze, puffing out his chest in pride at seeing you in his sweater. Charlie had been wearing it earlier and you both traded before they brought out the balloons.

“I mean, I have never seen any so, maybe, maybe not.” You shrug, unfolding your legs and stretching them out with a groan. Your socked feet slap down against the concrete and you sit up a bit. “Don’t you think they’re kinda special though? My Mom said it’s like they’re glowing up your night, dancing around you and stuff.” You eye the floor. “Appearing on specials occasions like they know,” You lean back into the seat with a sigh, “Said that’s how she got married. Isn’t that crazy?”

Charlie purses his lips, tilting his head to the side before smiling, “Sounds magical. They’re the ‘true love’ bugs.” His smile widens into a grin.

“Exactly!” You snap your fingers with a nod, bumping your heel against the stone pavement.

“I’m sure they do appear out here though, don’t they come out at Midnight?” Charlie shivers while speaking, hugging the towel around himself tighter. You sympathize with a playful grin.

“Maybe. But well, you boys should get inside and warm up. We’ll try next time.”

“Nick! Are you gonna come and lay down?” He snaps out of his head, eyes darting to you and Charlie lying on the blanket though Charlie is trying to tap out from a leg lock you have him in.

He snorts in surprise, not missing a beat and closing the distance. “How the hell did this happen?”

“Nick! Help me~” Charlie wails before pinching your thigh, making you yelp and quickly let go.

“That is cheating!” You exclaim, rubbing your leg with a wince.

“All’s fair in war.” He snickers, reaching a hand out to Nick who takes it and sits down between you two.

It’s a nice silence between the three of you, you’re not sure who laid down first but you eventually followed. Nick has his arms wrapped around the two of you and you’ve glanced up at his face which shows contentment. You even met his gaze while peeking and it caught you off guard with how much his brown orbs were filled with much love and affection.

You reach a hand out towards Charlie and tussle at curls, making him whine in protest but lets you continue anyway. “I’m not good with constellations so you’re not gonna be getting that during this stargaze adventure.” You mumble against Nick with a laugh and it makes the other two chuckle.

“Nah, that’s alright… I’m happy with this…” You and Charlie freeze at how soft Nick’s voice sounds. Serene. Content. More than happy but not quite ecstatic. Filled with much love directed towards the two of you and it has your heart pounding.

You sit up on your elbow, making Nick’s arm slip off of you and he eyes you with suspicion. “Actually…” This would be way more comfortable on your knees so you sit up, tuck your calves beneath you and cuff Charlie’s face into your hands. It’s nearly laugh worthy of how quick his face turns a deep red and how you felt it happen under your touch.

You lean forward, careful not to face-plant into him – that would be awkward… and painful – pressing your lips against him. You both move into a soft but passionate rhythm. Your thumb brushes against his dusted cheeks, pressing hard against his lips one final time before moving back with a dazed grin.

He returns it, chuckling shyly before meeting Charlie’s intense gaze. You choke back a laugh with the swiftness of your friend sliding up a bit, hand softly cupping the side of Nick’s face and sharing their own kiss. Also very slow, and passionate. Your tilt your head up towards your house, eyeing the sliding door and sigh in relief to not see your Mom near it. By the time your gaze returns you’re meeting with the two boys staring at you with flushed faces.

“Oh my god, you’re so red.” You laugh.

“Shut up?” Charlie hands an arm over his face, probably burning up a bit more from the teasing.

The fireflies have died down, some still hanging around but you notice most are gone and a smile tugs at your lips. “Wanna go inside now?”

Charlie removes his arm with a sharp inhale and the two nod. “Do you need to bring the blanket in?” He points to the cloth when you all stand and you’re quick to shake your head.

“Nah. I’ll grab and wash it tomorrow,” You stretch your limbs, hearing some pop. “I need new bones…”

Nick sticks his tongue out in playful disgust, “That sounds horrific.”

“Wouldn’t that be crazy though? If we needed to trade in new bones when we’re old and seniors.”

“Y/N.” Charlie’s eyebrows bend and he grimaces, “Why do you come up with the most freaky scenarios.” It’s not a question.

“Yeah, like the apocalypse one from before.” Nick pitches in with a frown that falters into a smile.

You all step into the living room after you’re done turning off the lanterns and have grabbed your bottles, “Because my brain is so amazing that I just think of things you would never think of.” You make a gesture to your brain before wiggling your fingers like you’ve done a magic trick.

“Or so you say…” Charlie glances somewhere else before meeting your eyes, “Less would never think of more, shouldn’t think of.” He flicks his hand towards you, thumb and index finger out in a finger gun.

“Hey, these could be real life events soon to happen.”

“Yeah the bones theory would happen when we all become immortal.” He chuckles and you roll your eyes.

Then boom, jumpscare. Your Mom appears just as you’re settling on the couch. A screech leaves all of your mouths and she stares in shock with mild confusion and amusement.

“Hello to you three, too.” She giggles, walking over to the glass door, tugging the lock between the handle down and pulls the thick curtains down. “Enjoy stargazing?” She turns back around with a soft smile.

You three shift your gazes away. Apparently it wasn’t just you that still had the intimate moment in the back of your brain, huh? “Yeah, thanks Mom.”

If she noticed the slight awkwardness building up, she doesn’t mention it nor show it and instead clasps her hands together, “That’s wonderful! Dinner is finished so feel free to grab whatever you want. I’ll be upstairs if you need me.” She fills you in on her own plan for the night which is pretty much staying in her room so you all have your own time. She then tilts her head, eyes spacing out until she perks up, “And then there’s brownies that are baking, should be finished soon. I set a timer so when you hear it please take it our for me, Y/N.”

You nod before frowning, “Why does it have to be me?” Apparently she didn’t understand from the confusion crossing her face. You then point to Charlie and Nick.

Charlie looks offended, “We are a guest?” but his tone is light.

“You practically live here? Your clothes are in my closet, mind you.” Nick and your Mom choke out a laugh while Charlie flares up, flustered.

“Nick’s are too?!”

“Which is why I included him in my pointing?!”

Two people are bickering, two people laughing at the scene. It doesn’t take long for you Mom to calm you both down, “It doesn’t matter who, it doesn’t matter if it’s all three of you. Please just don’t let them burn.” She chuckles a bit more before rubbing her hand against her collarbone to calm herself, “Have a great time. I’ll be in my room.” You all wave her ‘goodnight’ and she retreats upstairs.

You three share a silence. Then Nick speaks,

“…So what exactly are we doing? It seems you both are full of surprises today,” He wears a teasing look which makes you and Charlie look away.

“Don’t worry about it, mister. You enjoy the ride.” You talk first before nudging Charlie with your leg. “You put the movie on, I’ll go make our plates and...” You eye Nick for a moment not knowing what he should do.

“Nick, I put the backpack in Y/N’s room, could you go get it while we set up? Oh! The headbands too.” Charlie pitches in and grins at the mention of the headbands. You and Nick blink at him before standing up to dart down your own paths.

While you’re making the plates the oven timer does go off. You take a toothpick from one of the drawers, flick on the oven light, open the oven – making you flinch back from the heat – then poke the dark chocolate fudge goodness. It has baked all the way so you grab oven mitts and drag the pan of brownies out of it’s cooker, sets it on the stove and flick turn the oven off.

After making sure everything was set in the kitchen you grab two plates and exit the kitchen, back into the living room where the movie is paused on the TV right before it begins. Charlie stands up and helps grab the two plates, letting you dart back into the kitchen again for the last one just in time for Nick to return.

“Do you want drinks? We got juices, sodas, water, you name it.” You peak your head out behind the dining room wall and the two boys pause midway in putting on the barbie headbands. You bite your lip to hold back a laugh.

“Do you have that tropical mix?” Nick speaks and you nod, he points at you in affirmation of the drink then finishes adjusting the plastic accessory around his hair.

“Root beer, please.” Charlie speaks next before his eyes shine open and wide, “Do you think we can have floats…”

Your eyebrows perk up, “I think we have vanilla? But you’re not getting that till the brownies cool down.”

“Oh, they’re out? Thank Barbie.” He holds his hands up in a prayer.

You stare at him, very much unamused and he gives you a cheeky grin.

“I’ll have tropical juice for now then.”

With a thumbs up you return to the kitchen once more, grabbing three tall glass cups from the cabinet and grab the carton juice out the fridge. You fill up two cups before staring at your own. After deciding your choice of drink, you put everything away and startle while turning around and seeing Nick in the doorway.

“Sorry,” He smiles apologetically, walking up to you and grabbing the cups filled with juice that is his and Charlie’s. He catches you off guard once again, planting a soft kiss on your cheek before bounding off to the living room again.

“What the fuck.” You stand in oblivion, feeling your face heat up. You decide you won’t unpack that tonight, flicking off the kitchen light and rejoining your movie mates.

Nick and Charlie had switched spots to where the blond was in the middle like he had been all day and your boyfriend pats the free spot next to him. You comply, setting your cup on the table while sitting and you lean into Nick with a soft smile.

“You forgot this, kind ma’am.” Charlie grabs the plastic pink band and you lean forward. He puts it on carefully and leans back with a self-satisfied expression, grabbing the remote with a quite cheer. “Are we ready for the best movie night ever?”

You and Nick watch him with amusement, “Yes, Charles, we are.”

“Not Charles, I will fight you.” He shivers at the name.

“You call me Nicholas?” Nick speaks. It makes you laugh.

“It’s your real name.” He grins.

“Is Charles not your real name, Char?” You lift an eyebrow and he rolls his eyes, still wearing the grin.

“No, it is ‘Charlie “Char” Spring’.”

You let out an insufferable sigh.

“Y’know, Y/N has called me ‘Luke’ before.” Nick leans his head back with a scoff. This makes you have a full on belly laugh which makes Charlie react the same way. “Yes, yes laugh it away.” He sighs like he’s in pain.

It takes five minutes to calm down. You wipe a precious tear away, “It was on call too and he hung up. Would not answer for like, an hour.” You inhale deeply at the memory before laughing again.

“Should we start calling him Luke as a nickname?”

“Please, please don’t.” Nick squeezes the arm wrapped around Charlie’s waist with a pleading look.

“Awwe you can’t do that.” He pouts, reaching up to pinch Nick’s face.

“Dho wha?” He sounds funny with Charlie tugging at his face.

“The puppy eyed look. The doe eyes.” You bat your eyelashes at Nick when he eyes you from the corner of his eyes before rolling them.

“We’ve gone all dahy withosut this, nowh yuu wanna shtart?” Now he’s the one doing the insufferable sighing.

“It’s a daily mission.” Charlie nods, a serious expression crossing his looks – putting on an act. He then lets go and grabs the remote again, “Movie time!”

“Movie time!” You cheer afterwards.

You three are silent for a bit as the movie plays, you and Charlie cuddling into Nick. He plants soft kisses down your face and you flush a bit. Then he moves to Charlie, repeating the action, who giggles quietly and eyes Nick with a shy look. It makes you laugh under your breath and Charlie doesn’t miss it, pointing to you with a brow raised and expression saying, ‘Don’t laugh at me when you’re acting the same.’ You look away.

“Hey,” Nick suddenly speaks up and the two of you look over. “Thanks for today. It really helped calm me down…” He continues to train his eyes on the TV but his ears burn from you and Charlie giving him your undivided attention. “And reassured me about a few things…” He purses his lips.

“Reassured?” Charlie asks quietly, as if afraid to make Nick snap his mouth shut and not speak again.

Nick sucks in a breath and you shiver from his fingers crawling up your arm. You watch Charlie lift his own hand and hold the arm wrapped around him.

“Yeah. Since everything felt like it was crashing down, I don’t know. It kinda made me feel… negative? About certain stuff. Between us. Not that I’m not happy, I’m more than thankful to be with you two but just like, how you both felt towards me…” His pursed lips flatten and your brows bend at the way his eyes dim.

“Breaking up with me for example because maybe you felt neglected or such. It made me so scared to think about I stopped responding to both of your messages most of the time and barely wanted to call because you know, what if one day you just went, ‘Yeah I don’t think we should be together,’ such and such.” You both stay quiet to let him speak his mind and you hate that he ever thought such things.

When Nick stays silent you take a sharp inhale, meeting eyes with Charlie’s glossed ones. The sight breaks your heart. “Nick…” You start off carefully and he looks over to you with so much exhaust. Slowly, you cuff his face – the same way you did outside – brushing your thumbs against him cheeks. Your right hand moves down, playfully you press your thumb against his bottom lip and smile gently.

“I’m sorry that you ever felt that way. It’s far from the truth, sweetheart.” He lets out an airy chuckle and you watch with adoration. “Y’know brains come up with the craziest scenarios when you’re stressed and it’s annoying, and stupid.” You huff, left hand moving against his cheek and he leans into the touch. Your thumb and index finger latch onto his ear and you pinch it lightly. “Do you know that, that would never happen unless you came to me asking for such a thing?” You pucker out your lips.

He watches you in a daze before laughing. “Do you know that would never happen?” Then he turns to Charlie with a soft look. “And you, Char?”

Charlie rubs at his reddening eyes and inhales. He then nods, opening his mouth before faltering. You both give him and moment and he closes his eyes in frustration before heaving out a sigh. Concern is evident in both of your expressions but Charlie opens his eyes with a new look of determination, straight at Nick.

He smacks his hands against Nick’s shoulders which makes the latter’s mouth hang open in surprise. “Nick. I love you. A lot. It hurts to know that you were dealing with these emotions, but know I’m not blaming you. How could I? It’s not your fault. Never feel bad for needing to take your time to sort out your own feelings and what’s going on with yourself. We’d never blame you for that because in the end, you know we have you, right?”

Nick nods and you can see his own eyes get glossy as well. Charlie then looks at you, “I love you too, Y/N, don’t tell Tao but you’re my bestfriend.” He chuckles, wiping at his eye again and you wipe at your owns.

“Hey, he can be your guy bestfriend and we wouldn’t have to fight over titles.” You wink, before leaning to Nick and kissing him softly. “I love you both, very much so. I’m glad you were able to talk to us, Nick.��

“Was that your goal today?” He grins in a joking manner, tilting his head in the crook of Charlie’s neck while entangling his fingers with yours.

“Did it work?” Charlie sniffles a bit before laughing. You laugh as well, “This is ridiculous we’re supposed to be watching Barbie and now we’re sobbing.”

“I give up.” You throw your head back, side eyeing the TV.

“Nooo, don’t give up.” Nicks chuckles before sitting upright. “We can still watch… we should probably eat too.” He points to the lonely plates on the table.

“True.” You and Charlie agree. You three take a moment to collect yourselves with a few embarrassed laughs here and there before settling back down.

“What’s in the bag, by the way?” You gesture to the backpack under the coffee table as Charlie rewinds the movie back to the beginning. He glances down.

“Snacks.”

“It’s good.” You hum in approval, taking a bite of your food. The three of you enjoy the movie and dinner, later on making those root beer floats paired with the brownies. Charlie had explained to Nick that he was texting Sahar about the Barbie Movie and she told him she went with Imogen. Apparently, Imogen gives the movie a 2/10 because she messed up her outfit at the theaters.

“That’s terrible.” Nick stares at Charlie in shock but it doesn’t last long with the way his lips curve into a smirk, “That’s not her real rating though, is it?”

“Of course not, she loved it.” Charlie laughs.

You’ve been quiet this whole time but suddenly loll your head to face them. Nick already giving you an exasperated look when you got their attention. “Nick. Your new name in my phone is Ken Nelson.”

#.my writing #heartstopper x reader #heartstopper x f!reader #heartstopper x fem reader #heartstopper x fem!reader #i didnt do my typical ‘small text big text at the end’ its too much writing 💀#i rlly dont fully like this but !! didnt wanna keep it stuck in the drafts #again LOTTS of writing im sorry Jfhfjfke #nick and charlie x f!reader #nick and charlie x female reader #technically…#nick nelson x reader #nick nelson x female reader #nick nelson x f!reader #nick nelson x fem reader #nick nelson x fem!reader #right?

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adopting a pet with the avengers!

type of writing: headcanons / scenario

word count: 911

request: yes / no

original request: hello good fellow. can you do a headcanon set on adopting a pet with the avengers? thanks

dynamic: avengers x teen!reader (teenage avenger series)

characters: mainly tony stark, scott lang, reader, peter parker, harley keener, miles morales, and bruce banner!

a/n: bucky + alpine = fave duo ever. OK maybe natasha & liho too. and clint and lucky. there are so many good pets already in marvel (usually just comics tho smh) so i had some stuff to go off of. THANK YOU FOR THIS REQUEST i loved writing it <3

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you had been BEGGING tony to let you get another pet

bc a few of them already lived at the tower

lucky, liho, and alpine

but you wanted a dog.

not just any dog

specifically a puppy

and miles, peter & harley were on ur side

especially harley bc he rly wanted a dog

so one day when tony got rly tired of y’all asking him, he came up with an idea

“tell you what. how about you kids make a petition. if you can get a decent amount of signatures, i’ll consider getting you a puppy.”

and that was good with u!!

i mean u were all taking government class at midtown so this was gonna be easy

the first person you went to was scott

bc he’s scott, he wasn’t gonna have an issue with a puppy right

right?????

but when you asked him, he seemed kind of sad for some reason.

and when you asked him why?

“well, it’s just… i don’t want my ants to feel left out.”

“scott, i don’t think they would feel left out. you love those things more than anything!”

“yeah.. you’re right. ant-onio banderas won’t be mad right? or ant-ibacterial? oh, hopefully if they’re mad, it won’t be permen-ANT!!!”

you got the signature and left asap because once scott says one pun he takes like hours to figure out another

love him though

so next you went to clint

and he was more than happy to sign!!

bc ofc lucky would love a little friend

and natasha was there too

she was a little more hesitant bc liho is rly sweet but kinda skittish

but you convinced her because you told her how cute it would be if they loved each other & like you could get the cute stock photos of a dog & a cat together or something

thor was totally on board

because he’s thor ofc

and thor loves puppies

“y/n, this is so exciting! i remember when i got my first pet!! well, it turned out to be loki in disguise. it was still very exciting, though!!”

oh btw miles and peter signed

they were ur first signatures!!!!!!

next up was sam, bucky, and steve

and you and harley decided you needed a little extra push to convince them

so you made a powerpoint presentation.

and it was awesome

like you may have used every single available transition

twice

maybe three times each

like i said it was awesome

maybe a little excessive

but awesome!!!

steve kept making you go back a slide because he was taking notes

TAKING NOTES

what a nerd, am i right???

jk we love steve rogers in this house

anyways then they deliberated

and they made you and harley go stand outside the room

it literally felt like shark tank you guys

well not the standing outside while they decide but still

but they signed it yippee!!!!

bruce and wanda signed quickly too

especially bruce was really excited

i feel like he would totally be a dog person

like he prob had a puppy when he was young that he really loved

you even went over to the sanctum sanctorum to get stephen and wong to sign it!!!

and they did!!!

well wong did

and then he forged strange’s signature for you

wong supremacy fr

you were on a roll

you got aunt may to sign it. you got phil coulson to sign it (pretend he’s alive oml sry yall) you got maria hill to sign it.

hell, nick fury even signed it!!!!

so you took it back to tony

and he was like

“woah this is a lot more than i expected”

AND SO HE TOOK YOU TO GET A PUPPY!!

and y’all

you and peter, harley, and miles found the cutest one

a little german shepard

w like the floppy ears & stuff?

oml he was so cute

tony kept saying his named was tony jr

but you told him no

but he kept saying it

ok, live in ur fantasy world ig stark!!!!

jk love him

anyways you named him max!!!

bc yes!!!!

and you took him back to the tower

thor was really excited and max like totally loved him from the start fr

any time he liked ripped up the furniture or smth thor would just hold him with one hand and take him around

but he was happy so he was like wagging his tail and stuff

sam and bucky looked like they didn’t like the dog at first

but then alpine was like obsessed with it and so bucky had to like him

and max kept sitting on sam and licking him

and he was like “omg stop”

but he was laughing so you knew you were good

tony and bruce even built a little spot for max in the lab

and a bunch of like cool toys for him

max was the perfect dog for y’all bc like he loved everyone and everyone loved him

every night he slept in a new room & he loved to play

he ran with y’all too when you had to run so it was way more fun

suddenly dr strange was over at the tower a lot more…

he’s such a softie

and scott loved him too they were best friends

tony was just proud of himself for “teaching you to be good citizens”

HAHAHA

dw y’all he loved the dog too

just trust that max is the most spoiled dog EVER!!

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#avengers x teen!reader #teenage avenger series #teenage avenger #avengers #avenger headcanons #mcu #marvel #mcu headcanons #marvel headcanons #clint barton #tony stark #sam wilson #bucky barnes #bruce banner #natasha romanoff #scott lang #stephen strange #wong

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iisasarcasticlittleshite · 8 months

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I have an obey me request. So like I love it when it rains and I love taking walks and kinda dancing(more just bouncing around cuz idk how to dance lmao) in the rain. So I was wondering how the the characters would react to mc dragging them out to dance in a storm together (and then mc probably gets a cold lol). Like that’s always just been just a cute idea for me.

I am so sorry this took forever, I got carried away on the first one and then doing all seven of the bros felt like a massive undertaking, so three it is. I'm always willing to do a part 2 if asked :)

You trudged through RAD after him, watching his shoulders sag and his head carried low.

You know this week's been hard for him, work and other things were piling up, arguments among his brothers didn't help.

You worried at your lip, trailing behind him as you tried to think of a way to break him out of that rut he'd been stuck in all day.

That's when he passed an open door, and you saw your chance.

You set your phone on maximum volume, thanking Leviathan for his gift of a waterproof case, and dove out into the rain.

Lucifer spun around, eyes wide as he dove to catch you before you got out there, but he was too late.

He opened his mouth to scold you, only to stop, as he took in what you were doing, spinning and twirling in the rain with your favourite song blaring from your phone.

His worries melted, the long list of priorities he'd been agonising over didn't seem to matter one bit as he watched the rain water soak into your hair, your uniform clinging to your skin, and that smile-

"Dance with me, Luci!"

The first born didn't think twice, for once.

You tapped your DDD as he approached, switching to what you knew was one of his favourite records, smiling as he took you into his arms.

The rain trickled from his hair as he towered over you, lips barely curled in that smile you'd missed dearly this week as he lead you seamlessly into a waltz, one you'd danced with him dozens of times before.

Lucifer lost himself in you, in the warmth that seeped through your wet clothes, at the drops of water sliding down your neck, over his pact mark on your throat, and that loving smile you reserved just for him.

"How is it that your reckless abandon is always exactly what I need?" He murmured, almost too quiet for you to hear past the roar of the wind and rain around you.

You stood taller, barely brushing your lips against his in the gentlest kiss, your arms draped around his neck, fingers cool as they tangled in the dampened mess of his ebony hair.

"Maybe you just needed the right kind of crazy in your life, Luci."

Mammon yelped as you dragged him out with you, and sure he could have planted his feet and pulled you both back under the eave, but his first instinct was to follow you.

You were smiling, giggling as the rain soaked you, looking up to the sky as you let go of him and spun around in a happy circle.

"C'mon Mams! Never heard of dancing in the rain?"

Mammon chuckled, he couldn't help it. You were pulling the silliest dance moves, mixed in with the ones he taught you, and whether or not you were doing it just to make him feel better, he felt his heart racing.

What kind of First doesn't follow their human's lead?

So the two of you danced, silly and reckless, slipping and sliding on the wet marble of the courtyard without a care, your laughter lost to the rain, at some point, you even stopped listening to the music, eyes only for each other.

At some point, you eyes locked, and Mammon's eyes shone golden as he yanked you into his chest, causing you to stumble helplessly, giggling as you crashed into his wet clothes.

There, the Avatar of Greed wrapped both arms around you, pressing a kiss to your brow with a wet smack.

"Ya know human, we coulda danced inside. That way everyone could see our awesome moves!"

You giggled, happily stretching to press a kiss to his cheek with a loud muuahh. "Nah, I'm good with this show being all yours, Mammon."

Asmodeus giggled at first, thinking you were just joking around, but then you stayed out in the rain, dancing like no one's business.

Your hair fell from the careful style he'd thrown it into this morning, damp and slickened to your head, your clothes falling into a state of disarray.

Every single aspect of an appearance that Asmo would consider essential, all of it fell away until you looked close to a drowned rat, and yet...you were utterly, breathtakingly, gorgeous.

You bounced back in a minute later, shaking your hair out like a damp pooch, beaming and giggling at your own silliness, looking to him as if half expecting a scolding, but Asmo didn't say a single word.

The Avatar of lust lived up to his name with the kiss he planted on you, lips slanting, tongue dipping passed yours stealing the taste of you past the chill and damp of the rain.

He only pulled away when your cheeks had warmed back up and your breath had grown heavy, eyes darkened as you looked at him, shameless affection in your eyes.

You'd look at him like that no matter what he looked like, and he knew it, because he could love you no matter what you looked like.

"Did you do that so I'd have an excuse to keep you warm, sweetheart? You know all you have to do is ask."

#obey me #obey me x mc #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me asmodeus x mc #lucifer x mc #mammon x mc #asmo x mc #obey me x reader

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shoku-and-awe · 7 months

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I am *not* a fan of nameko mushrooms. There are a lot of difficult, acquired-taste, fermented or smelly or slimy or otherwise challenging Japanese foods that I'm good with, but these, I've never come around on. I don't like the smell (fruity, kinda rotten), I don't like the liquid they're packed in, I don't like the slime (it lingers on other foods and coats the roof of your mouth), I don't like the way they roll arond and squish and slide when you bite down. I simply am not a fan.

However! I am even more not a fan of wasting food. And I happen to be a recent recipient of a pack of nameko. So let's go! Let's make them palatable!

Step 1: My colander is my best friend. I rinse the nameko several times, under different temperatures of water, trying to see if I can get the slime off and turn them into normal mushrooms.

This is about as good as it gets. It's progress—they're no longer coated in the fucking ooze!—but we're still well far away from normal mushrooms.

(The gossipy mama at the 7-11 will later tell me that slimy food is what I need to heal my back injury. Okay! So maybe this failure is a good thing? I don't know if the slime actually helps, but I understand that it's considered to have an anti-aging effect, skincarewise, so I can see why it might help with old-person-related injuries, and anyway, I'm really enjoying okra in my shrimp and mulukhiyah leaves in my miso soup recently and that's certainly not hurting anyone! I'm still years away from being a nameko fan, though. [OR AM I?])

I chop and sauté a quarter onion, half a leek, and a couple cloves of garlic. When they're smelling good, I throw the nameko in too.

I make a batter with flour, water, salt, and a drizzle of sesame oil. If I'm doing it right, I think, I would mix the nameko straight into the batter, but for some reason, I don't. I pour it on top of them in the pan and immediately begin worrying that I've fucked up. I tear up a piece of my husband's sad-person reduced-cholesterol plastic cheese and throw it on top for insurance. Can't go wrong with cheese.

It might be starting to come together! The key is to start out low and slow so the pancake/pajeon/pizza has time to solidify and cook through. Once it's solid enough to flip unassisted, you can turn the heat up and get it crisping real nice.

I do the awesome flipping maneuver: cover the pan with a plate, then flip the whole deal over so the wet side of the pancake falls onto the plate, then sliiiiide the wet side back, facedown, into the pan to finish cooking. It's really coming together!

Would you look at that! It looks like real food!

I cut it with food scissors and find a dipping sauce. Most people would prepare some kinda soy sauce mixture, but idk; I just use chinkiang vinegar, one of the best things in the world. Which it turns out goes great with cheese!

And it's tasty! It really is. Some of the fruity, fermenty nameko flavor is still there, but between the doughy/crispy pancake, the cheese, and all the allium goodness, it's a very mild, soy saucey flavor! It's not unlike a very, very Japanese white pizza. If you'd told me a few hours ago that nameko could be this good, I wouldn't've believed you! Honestly, I still might not! Good for me.

#make again #(if it comes to that!)#nameko #flour #cheese #onions #garlic

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burrowbaddie · 1 year

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question, next time you’re doing requests would you do a Joe with curvy/chunky cutie reader? Love your writings btw ❤️❤️

Hiii! I hope you enjoy this piece! i had fun writing it! Thank you for your request. Word Count: 6.9k

You, Joe Burrow, and the ABCs

A! Adorable.

The first time Joe laid eyes on you, he thought you were absolutely adorable. Watching you run around the Bengals workout room trying to get accustomed to your new job. Job tossed a towel over his shoulder, making his way over to you.

"You okay, newbie?"

"No. Can you tell me which level is the hydrotherapy level?" You ask, flustered.

"Three. I'll take you there." Joe smirks following you to the elevator. You shy away and press 3. Joe chuckles.

"Joe Burrow. You must be my AT since mine is on paternity leave." Joe holds out his hand, and you feel embarrassed. The truth is you are bad with faces and names. How could you not recognize Joe fucking Burrow?

"I'm sorry. It's my first day, and I'm running late. I'm sorry, Mr.Burrow." You say apologetically. Joe shakes his head.

"Call me Joe. It's fine. I'm looking forward to working together." Joe says as the elevator door opens. He puts his arm out, holding the door for you to exit first. Once you're in front of him, Joe can't help but take a glance at your ass.

"Damn." Joe mumbles.

"Huh?" You turn around.

"I said this way." Joe nods to a room around the corner. You follow him to the room. During the session, Joe makes flirtatious marks, but you brush it off, thinking he's just being nice. Let's just say you weren't the brightest when it came to things like that.

"How does that feel?" You ask, massaging his calf.

"Amazing. Likke you."

"Aww, thanks."

"We should exchange numbers."

"Right.Sorry. I'll make sure to get it before I leave. I'm on call, so just message me if you need anything. It was nice meeting you today, Joe." You reply, helping him sit up. You give him a weak smile, and Joe bites his lip. Adorable.

B! Boyfriend.

"Who's that?" Joe asks, watching you hang up your phone. You've been working with Joe for two months now, and things have been good. Joe is the nicest client you've had so far. During your internship with the Giants, you met a few assholes.

"My boyfriend. He just wanted to know when I would be back. You played well today, but I want you to rest that ankle."

"So you have a boyfriend, huh? You never talk about him." Joe says.

"There's nothing to really say. He's a great guy. We've been together since college."

"No ring?" Joe raises his eyebrow.

"Well, Joe isn't really working right now. I'm sure he would have asked me if he could afford it."

"His name is Joe?" Joe chuckles to himself. That won't do. He is the only Joe you need in your life.

"Yeah, kinda funny right? He's a big fan of yours too."

"What about you? Are you a big fan of mine?" Joe asks, making you smile. You nod your head lying because you actually don't really care for football.

"Yes. I think you're pretty awesome." You reply with a smile. Joe takes your hands into his hands.

"Back at you." He winks. You take your hand and turn away, hiding your wide smile. You make your way over to unwrap the bandage on his ankle. Joe eyes you, which only makes you a little nervous. He chuckles and leans back, watching you with dark eyes.

"How about we grab dinner together?" Joe asks. You agree because you could use something to eat. You've been working around the clock and missed out on a few meals. Joe takes you to a local diner neither of you is familiar with because you are currently in Buffalo. It was around midnight, so there weren't many options for late-night eats.

"Booth or Table?" The waitress asks, popping her gum. Before you can answer, Joe answers for a booth.

"Are you sure?" The waitress asks, eyeing you. You look away, nodding your head but groan on the inside. Booths are so uncomfortable for you. You do your best and slide into the seat, pushing the table away when Joe isn't looking. You felt a little embarrassed but too afraid to ask for a table.

"You okay?" Joe asks. You look at the menu after a quick nod. Joe pulls your menu down.

"What's wrong?"

"If you haven't noticed, I can't exactly fit into this small booth. I have too much hips, ass, and tummy." You make a joke out of the awkward situation.

"I'm sorry, darling. Let's go to a table." Joe stands, but you quickly grab his hand. The bitch of a waitress already gave you bad vibes, so it was okay to suffer instead of further embarrassing yourself.

"Are you sure?" Joe asks.

"Yeah. If you can pull the table closer to you, that will help." You whisper. Joe sits down and moves the table closer to him. You return to the menu, ignoring the thoughts tumbling around in your head. The waitress returns, and you order a short stack and bacon. Joe orders the same thing and water, handing the menus back.

"Sooo, tell me about the other Joe." Joe brings up your boyfriend again, which is a little weird, but again, you're not so bright when it comes to being hit on.

"Oh, he's the sweetest guy ever. He really keeps me grounded. During college, I used to get so stressed out when it came to class. But because of him, I graduated with a 4.0 and was top of my class. I was valedictorian in high school, so it was only right. I worked hard in college, too, right? Because of that, I was able to finish a little earlier and intern for a bit with the Giants. Joe actually helped me get that job. He knows a guy who knows a guy. That's what I mean; he is simply the best." You ramble on. Joe stopped listening when you said he was the sweetest guy. The truth is he didn't give two fucks about that, Joe. Nope, Joe just wanted to watch your plump lips move. It's been two months with you as his athletic trainer, and Joe would be lying if he said he hadn't fucked his hand to the thought of your lips alone.

"Is he your first?"

"Umm, boyfriend? Yeah." You smile, thinking about how Joe asked you out. And by the way, Joe was not asking about boyfriends, but you didn't know that.

"Cool."

"So, do you have a girlfriend?" You ask, sipping your water. Joe shakes his head.

"Too busy working. I have flings." Joe leans back in the booth putting his arm on the back. You choke on your water. Of course, you've heard stories about sports guys sleeping around with groupies. Hell, Ja'Marr's trainer always tells you he has to clean up the mess after Ja'Marr wants to kick out his fling. But hearing Joe admit it makes you shocked a little. Joe didn't seem like the other players.

"Are you surprised?" He asks, laughing.

"A little. You seem nice, so I didn't expect you to engage with groupies." You whisper the last part. Joe starts laughing.

"We all have needs. Right? I'm sure you understand."

"Oh no. I wouldn't know anything about that stuff. I'm a virgin. Joe said we should wait until marriage." You glow, and Joe rolls his eyes. That piece of shit is definitely cheating on you. The food comes, and you and Joe makes small talk about the upcoming games and his workout regimen. He pays, and you guys get an Uber back to the hotel. You invite Joe into your room because he insisted the night was young and you guys should watch a movie.

"Do you mind if I take a quick shower?" You ask. Joe tells you to go ahead, and he will watch tv. You go to your room and undress. Joe sits in the living room until he hears the shower start. He takes his chance and sneaks into your bedroom. His eyes land on precisely what he was searching for; your underwear, sitting neatly on the night clothes you picked out. He picks them up and slips them into his pocket. You get out of the shower and dry off, entering the bedroom.

"Where's my underwear?" You ask yourself, searching through the clothes. You shake it off and settle on shorts and a T-shirt. Maybe you forgot to pick some out. When you walk back into the living room, Joe is laughing at an episode of Spongebob. You take a seat on the opposite end and start watching along. Joe motions for you to move closer.

"I'm not going to bite." He laughs as you scoot down. You giggle and turn your focus to the tv. After two more episodes, you tell him you need to call it a night because you guys need to board the plane in a few hours. And when you guys touch down in Ohio again, you introduce Joe to Joe.

"It's like so cool to finally meet you." Your boyfriend beams. Joe shakes his hand.

"Thanks," Joe replies dryly. You hand Joe a lemonade and your boyfriend some water.

"It's freshly made." You tell Joe. Joe takes a sip.

"Oh, that's good."

"I'm the only one who likes it. Joe hates lemonade."

"I don't hate it. I just hate the way you make it." Your boyfriend replies. You excuse yourself to finish making finger sandwiches. Joe went on, and on about never being at your house, so he invited him over a day after returning home. Joe makes fake conversation with your boyfriend, all while his mind is stuck on you. You were currently wearing an ankle-length skirt with a slit on the side going all the way up your left side til about mid-thigh.

"So I made something you guys can snack on, but I have to meet my sister for a bit in two hours." You say, putting the tray down. Joe licks his lips, watching you bend down and sneaking a peek at your cleavage. It goes unnoticed by your boyfriend because he watches Joe Burrow highlights on tv. They talk some more while you do laundry, and then you find it—a pair of pink panties size small. You stop folding clothes and walk into the living room, staring at your boyfriend, laughing with Joe.

C! Cheating

Your boyfriend was cheating. There's no other way around it. You confronted him that day in front of Joe without a care in the world. Your boyfriend denied it being from his side piece, stating that his sister stayed over the weekend you were gone and must have mixed it with his stuff. And you believed him. Joe was stunned. There was no way that was his sister's underwear. What absolute bullshit. This guy was a complete loser, and one way or another, Joe would take you away from him.

Joe continued to fist his dick into the panties he stole from you weeks ago. He moaned your name, closing his eyes and picturing you riding him. Joe came into the panties and threw his head back. Right on cue, your name flashed across his phone. Joe stood up, pulling his shorts up and washing his hand before returning your call.

"Hey. I'm sorry, but I think I have to call off for the weekend."

"What's wrong?" Joe asks with concern. You sniffle and wipe your eyes.

"My cat has to be put down."

"Aww darling, I'm sorry. Take all the time you need. If you need anything, let me know." Joe hangs up. He lets you rest for the weekend, but he stops by your place Sunday before the game only to be greeted by Joe. Your boyfriend invites him in and chats him up.

"Be honest with me. Guy to Guy. You're cheating on her, right?" Joe asks, laughing. Your boyfriend smirks.

"She's super bright but just doesn't do it for me. I only started dating her, so she would do my homework back when we were in school, and I stayed because she's smart. Why can't guys be the stay at the home partner? So, I've been seeing my ex for a year now. We reconnected. Sex is mindblowing. I'm sure you get it." Your boyfriend laughs. Joe nods his head. Yeah, he gets it. Your Joe was a lazy loser—all the more reason to snatch you up.

"So no sex with-"

"Hell no. I told her I wanted to wait until marriage bullshit, and she's been holding on to that since. She doesn't put out, you know? So, of course, I need my needs met somewhere else." Your boyfriend laughs. Joe joins and stands up, letting him know he needs to get to the arena. The next week you're pretty quiet around Joe. He pokes your cheek, and you look at him with a smile.

"You've been off. What's up?"

"Do you think Joe is cheating on me?"

"Does he have a sister?" He asks.

"He does, but I've never met his family s-"

"What? You've been together like six years."

"He said he doesn't get along with them."

"He's cheating on you. As your guy friend, I'm letting you know the signs are there." Joe says as you finish wrapping his ankle. You sigh.

"Maybe I can talk things out with him. It must have been a mistake."

"Darling, he's a loser. If I'm being honest with you. You deserve someone better."

"There's no one better than Joe. He's my first boyfriend. I've had other guys interested in me growing up, of course, but something about Joe is perfect."

"So cheat on him back," Joe replies hoping down from the table. He walks away, grabbing his gear. You let the thought stay in your head all game. And after the game, Joe tells you he will give you a ride home because your boyfriend said something came up. You want to ask him what he meant by cheating on his back. You're a virgin; you couldn't think about going all the way with a stranger.

"What should I do? Cheating is bad. I don't think I could do it with a stranger."

"It doesn't have to be a stranger." Joe turns his body so he is facing you.

"Then who?" You ask, entirely clueless. Joe thinks you're adorable. He leans in close to your face and kisses your lips. You don't pull back frozen with uncertainty.

"It's okay," Joe whispers. You part your lips, letting Joe's tongue slide in and explore your mouth. His mouth tasted of fresh mint mixed with his strawberry chapstick. You clench your walls as the kiss intensifies. Joe's hand reaches down toward your thighs and squeezes at the soft, plump skin. You moan into his mouth, and he smiles. Joe pulls away, a small string of saliva connecting the both of you. You turn your head, shying away from him. Joe licks his lips, tasting your Chocolate Fenty lipgloss.

"I want you to cum." Joe states.

"Come where?"

Joe looks off as if he's looking at a camera and smirks. Innocent.

"Where do you want me to come?" You ask again, confused. My face and fingers, Joe thinks to himself.

"To my place."

"I can't. I should go. Joe is waiting." You rush out of the car, slamming the door, trying to keep your heart from pounding out of your chest. You get home to find your boyfriend cheating with his ex. You're both cheaters.

D! Distraction.

You need a distraction, but you have no off days. At work, you can barely concentrate, and you've been avoiding Joe working with other players. Finally, Joe corners you in the locker room. He pulls you into the sauna.

"I'm sorry about the kiss. If you felt, I overstepped, I'm-"

"Joe is cheating on me. I caught him with his ex that night. What should I do?"

Joe pulls you into a much-needed hug.

"Use me." Joe lifts your chin so you stare up at him.

"But what if Joe finds out?" You pout. Joe leans down, kissing your lips.

"He won't, I promise."

Again you let Joe's kisses swarm your head. Joe backs you into the bench, and you fall back sitting down. Joe leans down, connecting the kiss again. Joe pulls away and takes his shirt off. You've seen Joe shirtless plenty of times due to the nature of your job, but right now, it sent an unknown tingling sensation down your body to your core. Joe locks the door and turns the sauna on. He kneels between your legs, pulling your shorts down.

"What are you doing?" You whisper, getting nervous.

"I'm going to make you feel good. I promise." Joe slips your panties off next, putting them in his pocket for later. With ease, Joe separates your legs, setting them on his shoulders. Your mind goes blank when he puts his lips on your pussy.

"Oh gosh. Joe." You moan, grabbing his hair while Joe sloppy sucks at your clit. A strangled moan falls from your lips as Joe slides his tongue into your cunt. The feeling sends you into a euphoric state. You've never experienced something like it.

"Joe! I think something--Oh god!" You squeal, gushing on his tongue. Joe cleans you up by licking every drop. He stands up, laughing.

"That was amazing."

He leans down, kissing your lips.

"Come over to my place tonight, and I'll show you more." He whispers.

E! Education.

Yeah, you've got the brains and beauty parts down, but when it came to socializing, you were as plain as they come. And Joe was happy to teach you things about your beautiful body.

Your eyes crossed as Joe continued to finger fuck you in the back of the bus. His husky breath whispers sweet little nothings to you, sending your hips thrusting on their own. It was insane what could be done in the back of the bus. You bit down on your lip, trying to keep your sounds quiet. The Bengals defeated the Giants, and Joe needed his victory snack; you. The sound of your wet pussy squelching every time Joe would drag his fingers out and push them back in. Thank goodness everyone was either sleeping or listening to headphones.

"Slow. Slow." You whisper, but Joe just smiles.

"You have to let it happen, baby."

Your thighs tremble, and you feel an orgasm slip through your body. Joe drags his fingers out and puts them into his mouth, sucking your juices off. You fix your skirt and hide your face. When you get to the hotel, you go straight to your room for a nice shower. Joe calls you on Facetime to see what you're wearing; he then coaches you through playing with yourself while he jerks off. Over the last few weeks, you've had these little secret sessions with Joe, and it's been the most exciting part of your life.

Two days later, you come home to find your boyfriend on the couch. He sits up, ready to make his 100th apology.

"Honey, she meant nothing. I messed up. You know I love you. Look.: He says, pulling a ring box out. Your eyes start to water.

"Oh, Joe."

"Let's make up and try again."

You nod your head and accept his ring. The following day at practice, Joe looks at the ring on your finger. He rolls his eyes when you tell him you have to end whatever you have going on with him.

"He's not serious." Joe mumbles.

"Huh?"

"He cheated on you with his ex-girlfriend. Do you really think it was a one-time thing and mistake?" Joe asks. The blank stare on your face tells Joe you believe your boyfriend.

"Joe messed up, but he asked me to marry him, so everything is okay."

"Right. I need to get back in. See you later." Joe puts his helmet on and walks off. You stand there confused but brush it off. Maybe Joe is having a bad day.

F! Frustrated

You have frustrated Joe to the point of no return. He's been sleeping with a cheerleader, but she is nothing compared to you. Joe can't go down on her without thinking about you. Without thinking about you wrapping your thick thighs around his head while he devours you. Or the gasps and little whimpers you let out when he finger fucks you. Nope. No one can compare.

G! Gorgeous

Joe thinks you look absolutely gorgeous at the annual Bengals charity event. You're wearing a beautiful red satin dress with a plunging neckline and a slit going up the side. Joe holds himself back from moaning at the sight of you. The only thinking stopping him is the fact your boyfriend is with you.

"Joe, you're going to bet on me, right?" Chloe, the head cheerleader, asks, wrapping her arm around Joe's. Joe takes a sip of his water, nodding his head. It's for charity, so he doesn't have a choice. When it's time to raffle off the women for a date with the highest bidder, Joe raises his hand once for Chloe.

"Wow, everyone wants a date with Miss Bengal herself. She has earned the highest bid tonight at 15,000 to Mr.Greg. Anyone want to go higher?" The announcer asks. Chloe loses to Joe, and he shakes his head. Ja'MArr starts laughing. Joe snickers and stops seeing you take your place on the stage. The announcer introduces you, and a few people bid, and it stops at 10,000.

"25!" Joe shouts. You look in the crowd spotting him with his number held up.

"25,000 going once twice, and it goes to Joe Burrow. We appreciate the bid, Mr.Burrow." The guy says. Joe makes his way over to help you down the stage.

"You didn't have to bid that much on me. It's not like anyone would have gone higher than 10k."

"It's charity. If I give my money, it will be for the best prize."

Your boyfriend makes his way over.

"You didn't have to make such a high bid. She's not worth 25k." Your boyfriend laughs. You're mortified and look away.

"Yeah, she's priceless for sure." Joe winks at you. Your boyfriend nods his head and leaves you alone.

"So, about that date?" Joe asks.

"What would you like to do?"

"You," Joe replies without missing a beat. You look around, making sure no one is in earshot. You grab Joe's hand and take him to a secluded area.

"Joe. I appreciate you being a distraction, but I'm an engaged woman now. Me and Joe are starting over. So you can't make comments like that." You whisper, looking away from his blue eyes. Joe nods his head and tells you he understands. But he's lying. There's no way in hell he would let Joe number two win.

H! Heart.

It took Joe some time to realize what he actually wanted from you. When he first met you, he thought sex with you was exactly what he wanted. You were attractive, intelligent, and so caring that it might be a flaw. Your boyfriend took advantage of your kindness and innocence. He didn't deserve you at all. Maybe Joe didn't either, but he liked to believe he did. As the season closed, Joe distanced himself from you, hoping whatever feelings he harbored for you would die out. But it doesn't work like that. It only may things harder for Joe, and he started taking his frustrations out on random people.

"You've been in a shitty mood," Ja'Marr said one day. Joe looked over at him and rolled his eyes.

"I'm tired. Sorry." He mumbled.

"You and big mama fighting?" Ja'Marr asked.

"Don't fucking call her that."

"Hey, she told me it was okay," Ja'Marr said in defense. Joe relaxed. The thought of you made his stomach flip. You walked over, handing Ja'Marr some water. Ja'Marr mumbled something along the lines of you should talk.

"Did you need to tell me something?" You asked him. Joe shook his head. When you turned to walk away, Joe grabbed your wrist.

"It was great having you this season. Maybe they will bring you on as a regular." Joe scratched the back of his neck while avoiding looking into your face. You take his hands in your own.

"Thank you. They offered me a five-year contract."

"That's great. Having you around-"

"I can't take it. We became involved with each other. It's against the rules of the contract."

Joe laughed until his stomach started to hurt. You looked at him with a confused expression. Joe bends down, kissing your head.

"We never went further than oral, so I think you're in the clear, plus you're engaged, remember?"

"About that…..I, ummm, left Joe after the charity event, which was three months ago, so yeah."

"Wow. For good?" He asked.

"Yes. You were right about him. He's a loser. I deserve better." You wore a proud look which only made Joe want to hold you.

"You should take the job. Because you enjoy working with us. What we had, I promise not to-"

"I heart you." You mumbled. Joe's eyes soften at your confession.

"I heart you too."

"So that's why I can't take the job." You sighed as Joe pulled you into a hug. Joe told you that he would handle it. There's no way he would let his heart stray away.

I! Irreplaceable.

Joe had to bargain with the team manager about letting you stay. It was a long annoying process, but they finally broke. The only agreement was that you couldn't be Joe's trainer again, which was okay because the old trainer was done with paternity leave. You were irreplaceable to the team, but especially to Joe.

J! Joe Burrow's

"This is your girlfriend?" Mr.Burrow asked. Joe nodded, pulling you closer to him. You became a little nervous.

"Oh, she is absolutely gorgeous." His mother beams, pulling you into a hug.

"Very lucky guy. I hear you had been taking care of my knucklehead last season." Mr. Burrow pulls you into a hug next.

"Yeah. I did. He was a little difficult." You joke as Joe pulls you back to him, pouting. You meet various family members during the cookout; they're all so inviting and sweet. Joe refuses to leave your side. You guys have gone semi-public, and you had to get used to being called Joe Burrow's girlfriend. After the news came out, your ex blew up your phone, accusing you of cheating on him. He even showed up at your apartment one night yelling at you. When you told Joe, he was ready to kick his door down, but you talked him down….aka gave him the sloppiest head. That's all thanks to Joe for even teaching you such a technique. The next time your ex showed up at your apartment, Joe answered the door in only shorts.

"Uhh. I need to talk to her."

"Leave her alone. This is my last time telling you that. You're a loser. Maybe now you can get a job and stop being a lazy leech." Joe slams the door and returns to the bedroom. You're still lying in the position Joe left you, handcuffed to the bed and legs spread open for him. When Joe took your virginity, he was so careful with you. Making sure you felt good, making sure you reached your orgasm multiple times before he allowed himself to cum. You loved how tenderly he treated your body. But now that you were seasoned during the lovemaking, Joe's true nature came out. He was very much a freak in the sheets.

"Joe? Who was at the door." You call out, unable to see because of Joe's tie around your eyes.

"Your loser ex." Joe chuckles, taking his place between your legs. He starts rubbing your thighs.

"Oh gosh. He won't stop calling me or showing up. I'm sorry." You pout. Joe doesn't respond, which excites you with anticipation. Without another word, Joe was inside of you. You twist and pull at the restraints, biting on your lip so hard it draws blood.

"Feels so good." You cry out. Joe lifts your right leg to get a better angle. You moan and cry, feeling Joe hit your spot over and over. And when it's over, Joe kisses you all over and wipes you down. You lay your head on his chest as he massages your leg.

"Joe Burrow's girlfriend." You giggle to yourself. You didn't care what anyone else had to say about your relationship. You didn't care about who the world thought Joe should be dating. Your size didn't matter to you or Joe. Because you were his, and he was yours.

K! Kind

Joe is always so kind and patient with you and your needs. He always makes sure you're in good spirits. He snaps at anyone who even thinks about taking your kindness for granted. That included your shitty mother. Her comments about watching your weight never got to you before, but now that you're public dating, it feels like 1000 of your mother is constantly watching you. Joe kisses on your neck as you guys wait in line for the Ferris wheel. Yeah, you've become that PDA couple. Joe loved showing you off to the world. You were perfect in his eyes. When it's your turn to get in the ride, you climb in first and Joe behind you. He sits across from you, leaning back and smiling. You cover your face because he always looks at you with so much love in his eyes. And when you guys get to the top of the wheel, fireworks go off, and Joe says it.

"I love you, baby. I love you for your beautiful mind and kind heart. I hope what we have carries on into the next life." He leans into you to kiss your lips, but you're crying.

"I love you too." You cry.

L! Love

"I love you." You scream as Joe pounds into you from behind. He gives your ass a hard smack and watches it jiggle. A year ago, he had no idea he would be this deep into you—Literally and figuratively.

M! Move

You moved in with Joe and adopted a kitty together. Joe was currently sleeping with the kitten on his chest. You took a photo and posted it on your story. Joe could be so cute sometimes.

N! Nasty

Joe was indeed nasty. But the good nasty. He would fuck you any and everywhere he could get you. The locker room, the team plane bathroom (You joined the mile-high club because of him), and the back of the car. It didn't matter to Joe; if he wanted you, he knew how to seduce you effortlessly. And you wanted it just as bad as him. Joe held you up against the wall as he fucked into you. You barely entered the hotel room before your dress was ripped and your panties thrown.

"I'm heavy put-put- down." You cry out. Joe laughs against your ear.

"Baby, you know exactly how much I can bench. Be quiet." He sucks your earlobe and carries you to the bed to demolish you for the night. At some point, your ex called. Joe answered.

"Asshole is calling; hold on." He said, putting on speaking and putting the phone by your head which was buried in the pillow.

"Hel-Hello?" Your ex asked.

"Speak," Joe shouted over the clapping of his hips against your cheeks.

"Where is she? I wanted to umm-"

"Fuck Joe. Pull out." You cry, reaching back to stop his hips. Your legs felt like they were going to give out under you. You freeze when you hear your name being called by your ex. You can't believe Joe answered the call.

"She's busy. I'll have her call you back, Joseph." Joe says, laughing and hanging up. Your boyfriend was 100% nasty.

O! Oh, My God!

"Oh my god!" You scream, looking at the ring. It's your dream ring, and Joe is on his knee asking for your hand in marriage. Two years. You spent six long years with your ex, and he never even thought of marriage, but Joe asked you two years after dating. The truth is he wanted to ask you the night he said I love you but chickened out.

"Soooo, don't keep us in suspense, Mama!" Ja'Marr shouts. You nod your head as tears stream down your face. The team cheers, and Joe lifts you. Oh, My God, you're getting married!

P! Pretty

"Pretty." Your mother says, watching you twirl in the wedding dress. You had to go dress shopping, and it was taking everything in you to invite her. You don't hate your mother but don't have a buddy relationship with her. Ever since Joe stood up for you, she's been trying to get on your good side. Your best friend starts tearing up.

"You look so pretty. This has to be the one. Do you feel it?" You look at yourself in the mirror. You do. This is the dress you want. Say yes to the dress.

Q! Quiver

"I want to put a baby in you so bad," Joe whispers into your ear while giving you deep strokes. Sweat glistens on your forehead from the "exercise" you're supposed to provide Joe with. Your body quivers, feeling Joe drag his cock out and push it back in.

"You want me to give you a baby?" Joe asks. Your mouth hangs open with silent praise as drool trickles down your chin. You were drunk. Drunk on Joe. Drunk on his cock. Drunk on this feeling. Love drunk. You nod your head, unable to give words because Joe is making you feel so good. Your body trembles and quivers some more before cumming again.

R! Relationship

Your relationship with Joe has been something out of the movies. You never thought you could fall in love with someone so charming. He makes you feel like you are the only person that matters in the world. The relationship with Joe can only be defined by love.

S! Special

Joe makes you feel special with his words but, most notably, his actions.

T! Tears

The first fight you have with Joe brings you to tears. The fight was hardly something to be yelling about, but you had been grumpy, and with Joe being hyper-focused on the season and not helping with the wedding, it pissed you off. You were stressed about everything, and all you wanted was help.

"That's why we hired a wedding planner!"

"All I'm asking is for a little help! How fucking hard can it be to reply when I text you about OUR wedding."

"Calm down. It's not that serious."

"It's not that serious. I have dreamed about getting married since I was a little girl. I want our day to be special, and you treat it like some secondary thing. It should be the most important thing in your life!"

"Winning another championship is the most important thing in my life right now," Joe shouts back. You both fall silent. Joe rubs his forehead, realizing what he said. He opens his mouth to apologize, but you tell him to get out.

"Bab-"

"Out. Go fucking sleep on the field for all I care but get out!"

Joe grabs his keys and slams the door. You break down, trying to calm your nerves, but you can't. You feel defeated. You walk into the bathroom and pull out the positive pregnancy stick.

U! Uterus

Yeah, your uterus is occupied. Joe came home the following day to find you sleeping in bed. He woke you up to apologize. You held onto him for a long time, and it broke his heart that you guys fought.

"Pregnant." You whisper.

"What was that?"

"I'm pregnant, Joe. It's why I'm angry all the time and moody. We have to change everything around. We can't get married while I'm pregnant. The way things are going, I will give birth on the wedding day."

"Hey, hey. Okay. So we move things around. We push back the wedding. I promise we will make this work. I love you." He kisses your forehead, and you believe. Joe has never lied to you before.

V! Violet

"She is so beautiful." Joe's mother coos over her brand-new granddaughter, Violet. You take a deep breath and lay back on the bed. It's been four weeks since you gave birth to your daugh, and it has been an uphill battle. Joe has been on the road, but his mother stayed with you 24/7 to help when he would leave. Joe is currently playing in the Superbowl, but you couldn't bother to watch. Your spirit has been down, and you don't see a light at the end of the tunnel. After feeding Violet, you lay her down for a nap and decide to take a bath. You stay in the bathtub until the water is cold. You felt numb. You can hear the family cheering downstairs. Joe must have won. Good for him. You sink under the water and stay there until his mother pulls you up. She wraps a towel around you as you begin to cry.

"I know it's hard, sweetheart. It's going to get easier. I know it will." She rubs your back. After you dress and dry off, you stare at the ceiling as your one-month-old starts crying. You don't make a move to console her. You can't. Joe's mother comes in and takes her away, letting you rest. You wake up to soft kisses on your forehead but don't open your eyes.

"She's been sleeping for a while. I'm worried about her, Joe." His mother whispers.

"I'm home now for a while, so I'll take care of her," Joe replies. And he does. He keeps you company. He listens to you rant. He takes care of Violet while you recover. And when you finally see the light at the end of the tunnel, you run for it. Joe is a breath of fresh air. Your daughter is everything you've ever wanted. Your little family is perfect. Joe watches you play peek-a-boo with Violet.

W! Wedding

A year later, you walk down the aisle and become Mrs. Burrow. Joe's vows sent you and a good chunk of the guest into a sobbing fit. You hated that he went before you because you could barely get yours out. And from that day forward, you truly lived your happily ever after.

X! X-Ray

"You are my air. I'm honored to be standing here right now, taking this step with you. I knew from day one that you and I would be standing here. Adorable. That's the first word that popped into my head when you entered that locker room. At the time, you had a Boyfriend, and I was okay with being the side guy if I had to. Cheating is a sin, I get it, but I was willing to be that guy." Joe holds your hands, and the crowd chuckles. He stares back at you, giving his full attention to you.

"You said I became a good Distraction from your life, but you were my focus. You taught me so much about love and myself. Thank you for that Education. It was Frustrating at times because I wanted you real bad. But here we are now, you standing before me, looking Gorgeous. You have my Heart because you are my Heart. You're Irreplaceable. And not because you're Joe Burrow's girl, because you're you. Kind and Loving. Making this Move with you seems like the easiest thing I've ever had to do. I'm trying my best to keep things PG. I definitely want to say something Nasty." Joe says, whispering nasty so only you can hear it. You wipe your eyes, trying to keep the tears back. Several people have already started crying.

"I know everyone is thinking, OMG, can he hurry up? But I can't. I know I get to confess my love for her every day, but this moment right here should last forever. But Pretty girl, forever isn't long enough for me. It makes me Quiver with excitement knowing that you took this journey with me. This Relationship that we have is so important to me. So Special. I don't want to see those Tears." Joe jokes, trying to wipe your eyes.

"You're my best friend, lover, and mother of my child. Hi Violet." Joe shouts out your one-year-old, who waves at her daddy excitedly.

"I hope this Wedding turned out to be everything you dreamed of. Thank you for letting me be a part of your dream because you are my dream. Thank you for being my X-Ray and seeing through me. Knowing and caring for me always. I love you from A-Z…Alwayz" Joe emphasizes the s as a Z, and you break down crying with everyone else.

Z! Zachary

"Violet and Zachary, if you guys don't stop running in the house, you will not be going to Daddy's game." You shout at your three and two-year-olds. You rub your belly, trying to prepare their lunch before you have to be at the arena with Ja'Marr. Your son runs into the kitchen, all giggling.

"Mom, I want a sister," Violet says, grabbing her shoes.

"I can't control what I'm having, sweetie. We will find out Monday." You reply as your husband makes his way into the kitchen. He picks up Zach and tosses him in the air before doing the same to Violet and finally kissing your lips.

"I love you," you whisper.

"I love you too forever and Alwayz," Joe replies.

The ABC concept was so much fun. As soon as I saw this request, I was like, what if it's like the ABCs of why Joe loves you! But then it developed into this. I hope the person who requested this likes it. Thank you so much again! I'm still taking requests, but remember I'm also writing a series ( Fallin All In You!) so it takes quite some time to sit and write! Likes Reblogs and comments are appreciated like so much you don't even know! I love reading the comments. hehe

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ryangosking · 2 years

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Slow

Adrian Chase x female reader.

Summary- You teach Adrian to have some patience.

Warnings- 18+ for sexual content, descriptions of rough sex, cock-warming (kinda), edging (kinda).

Adrian's still there, lying on your bed and watching TV when you finally exit the bathroom. You had hoped that a hot shower would alleviate some of the soreness and it has, but you still find yourself limping across the bedroom.

Adrian's gaze flicks from the action movie playing on the TV. "Shall we order a pizza? I'm starving after all of that fucking."

"Yeah, sounds good." You murmur, gingerly perching on the bed.

"Why were you limping?" He asks suddenly, brow creased with concern. You thought he hadn't noticed.

"Er, you were a little too rough with me tonight Adrian." You admit quietly.

His face crumples in horror. "What?! I hurt you?"

"A little bit, yeah." You say.

Adrian gasps and sits up. "But I thought that you liked it rough....I mean you came, a lot. Unless you were faking. Were you faking??"

"No, no I wasn't." You reassure, stroking his arm. "I DO like rough sex but not....all the time. Sometimes I'd rather we make love than fuck."

Adrian's eyes widen and his cheeks flush. "Make love?"

"Not because we love each other or anything." You say quickly, feeling your own face heat up. "It's just what it's called."

"Good." He snorts. "Because I definitely don't love you. It's not like I think about you all the time or anything."

"OK Adrian." You chuckle.

"And I don't ever think about what our kids would look like."

"Yeah, I got it. "

"They'd have my hair and your eyes." He mumbles, eyes turning back to the TV.

Figuring that was Adrian's way of changing the subject, you turn to get up off the bed.

"Hey." He says, softly, pulling you back by the cord of your robe. "Wanna show me?"

Adrian had come over unannounced, as usual. Voracious, as usual. He had bent you over the kitchen table, not even taking his Vigilante mask off until halfway through, so he could kiss the nape of your neck while he fucked you.

But had held onto your waist a LITTLE too tightly, leaving finger marks. Slapped your ass a LITTLE too hard, leaving a stinging handprint, and it wasn't the first time. Or even the second or third. It was always rough with Adrian and you loved it, mostly, but you felt it might be time to introduce him to a slower pace.

"I'm sorry I hurt you." He says as you straddle him. "It's usually a time saving thing you know, I need to fuck you fast and hard in case I need to rush off and -" He gasps as you gradually lower yourself onto his cock.

As he bottoms out, he looks down to where your bodies join. "You're not going to move." He gulps.

"Nope." You're breathless, stretched out. "Not yet."

He forces a chuckle. "I know that you said slow but.."

"Just wait, Adrian." You say softly, kissing him on his temple and removing his glasses, as he places his hands tentatively on your hips.

Adjusting to his thickness, you clench around him and Adrian's mouth falls open, staring at you dumbly.

"That's awesome." He breathes, slides his hands under your robe. "Can I touch them?"

"Yes." You laugh.

"With my mouth?"

You nod, struggling to keep it together when all you want is to ride him into oblivion. Adrian groans against your breast as you begin to move slowly, rocking your hips. He flicks his tongue over your nipple and you are SO close to losing it, just letting him fuck up into you. You distract yourself with his shoulders, dropping little kisses onto the muscled area.

Adrian's resting his head on your chest now, his curls tickling your skin, arms wrapped tightly around your waist as you continue to ride him. You comb your fingers through his hair and he looks up at you, smiling dreamily. "Your cunt feels so good like this." He sighs.

You smile, your thighs starting to tremble as the heat rises at your core. "Adrian...I'm gonna cum."

"Let me help." He says, dipping his fingers in-between your legs, giving your clit a little rub as you start to unravel.

You can't help but speed up your movements, bouncing on his cock and opening your thighs wider, wanting to take as much of him as possible. You feel him thicken inside you as he approaches his own orgasm.

"Oh Jesus. Fuck!" Adrian moans, his fingers digging into the flesh your ass cheeks. "Fucking fuck!"

You hold onto each other, still joined, as you come down from the carnal high.

"Can we do that again?" Adrian pants.

You chuckle and rub your face into the crook of his neck. "You liked it? Going slower?"

"Yeah. Making love." He says softly, kissing your shoulder.

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lovebillyhargrove · 11 months

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A follow up to Six kinds of silence

***

That Billy fucking Hargrove. Classic heartbreaker move. Wait till the girl is in love with you, head over heels, and then

Leave.

You aren't even original, Billy.

Do you hear me, Hargrove? You aren't even original!

Steve's slamming the fridge door angrily.

Motherfucker.

No, you can't hear me. Because you're fuck knows where.

Steve is the girl if anyone's wondering.

That morning when Steve wakes up alone and understands that Billy has taken off in an unknown direction, he still has to live his life and go to work. How can a guy actually juggle having a job, dealing with a live car that isn't to be messed with, saving a bro from the evil dimension, falling in love with the said bro, breaking the dead dad news to him and on top of that having his heart this close to shattering?

Because the fucking bro just runs off. No explanation.

And yes, that's how Steve's feeling now. Close to being blown to pieces.

Kissing Billy, him taking Steve's hand and them sleeping in one bed so near each other .. standing on the edge of a high cliff looking down at the white foam of crashing waves, and imagining falling into the abyss, headfirst

but not like in a desperate way, no, in an amazing way, like you have wings and you know you're gonna soar and oh-my-god-is-it-really-happening, the thrill, the ebullience .. but now?

Oh, and the thing is, Hargrove didn't push him away, Hargrove actually said it out loud and left a written evidence that he liked Steve, he wanted this, he wanted to .. fall together with Steve.

Now what?

Now Steve still has to be at Family Video at 9 sharp. And he will come back to an empty house in the evening.

That morning when he goes out of the house, he is in for another surprise. Not just Billy's gone, Harrington's own car is nowhere to be seen as well. Normally, it has to be seen right here, in the driveway, but it's not there, so apparently, Billy has taken Steve's beamer. Driven off into the sunrise. Well, isn't that just fantastic. It doesn't go against the logic though. Billy was mad at his car, still is, will he ever be not mad?

Will he ever come back?

So he has taken the beamer. Okay. Steve drove the camaro for most of the fall anyways. He slides the garage door up and gets into the car. Turns the key, but the car isn't starting. Turns it again. Nothing.

Like, nothing.

Fucking great.

Fucking awesome.

"Hey, I know you're sad. But that's Billy, you know him better than anyone, what did you expect?"

"Okay, that sounded harsh, I'm sorry. To be honest, I didn't expect him to just up and go. And I'm already missing him. It sucks. It also sucks that he left you. But he left me too. We're in this together. Come on, help me out here. I'm kinda getting late for work."

Steve tries again and again but the camaro just

Damn it!

Won't start.

The hell is he supposed to do now?

Steve's getting out of the car. He's looking at it and shaking his head in disappointment.

"Not cool, dude. Not cool."

No Billy, no beamer, and no camaro. He's in not just for one surprise, oh no, it's a triple. Steve's looking around and his eyes fall on his long forgotten bike.

Seriously?

He's already dangerously late, so fuck his life, he has no choice. He's kinda pinned up against the wall here.

Steve is taking the bike and checking its tires. They need pumping, of course they do, he hasn't ridden it in ages.

Steve finds the pump and gets down to business. He sometimes looks up at the camaro

"Like. Really??? Look what you're making me do. I'm gonna ride a fucking bike to work. A bike! Are you happy with that?"

The camaro doesn't look happy. It looks abandoned, it looks frozen, it looks like it wants to be back at the junkyard again.

Fucking heartbreaker.

Steve pumps the tires and is ready to go.

"Hey, I get it, how you're feeling."

"I'm gonna lock the garage. Be back in the evening. Please, don't do anything I wouldn't do."

He taps the hood, closes the door and gets on the bike.

***

Robin is amused, Keith is angry but Steve doesn't give a shit.

He wants to crawl in his bed and smell Billy on his sheets, what's left of him.

Robin actually sees something is up and shifts from being amused to wanting to be supportive.

"What's going on, Steve? Is everything okay?"

And Steve just wants to put his head on her shoulder and cry.

Because he feels like a dumb teenager in love, oh wait, he is a teenager in love, and he wants to .. he just wants to be close to him, and he can't.

"Yeah."

"Maybe you wanna tell me?"

"Maybe during lunch break. Keith is watching me like a hawk now."

So he does tell Robin later. Almost everything. He leaves out the camaro coming alive part, tells her they managed to make it from the upside down on their own, tells her that Billy got so upset over his father's death that he just ran away, god knows where. Left a note, clarifying absolutely nothing.

Tells her, he's having feelings for the guy.

Robin just listens, tries not to make any comments, just asks questions to follow the story, and Steve's grateful for that.

"He took off, took my car, his car won't start for some reason .. that's why I'm on the bike, Rob. Well, to be fair, he didn't know his car had some .. issues, so it's kinda not his fault I'm without wheels now. But .. Anyway. Everything sucks."

Robin crunches up her nose and sighs in agreement.

***

It's been two and a half weeks of biking to and from work, and biking or walking to the grocery store.

It's been two and a half weeks of the camaro being just .. dead. It's been standing in the garage like a ghost, cold and distant.

Steve thought about taking it to Old Joe's place again, but decided not to do it. He knows the problem is not in the engine. He knows the problem is in the heart.

It's been two and a half weeks of feeling his own heart hollowed out.

***

Steve's on the couch in the living room, flicking through TV channels. There's nothing interesting on. Or he doesn't want to watch anything. He just wants Hargrove to sit on the couch near him. And then everything would be good.

Life's a joke. Love is a bitch.

Steve's getting up and going to take a shower when the telephone rings.

***

To be continued, ofc

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awkwardlyfangirly · 2 years

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(y/d/n) will be (your dad’s first name) and (y/m/n) will be (your mom’s first name) and (y/l/n) will be, u know, (your last name). <3

the request was for headcanons but I usually write fics not headcanons so this kinda ended up just a fic with bullet points instead of paragraph breaks so YEAH i hope u still like it ahaha

tw/cw: themes of racism/prejudice in the form of anti-mutant sentiments (if you’ve read my earlier fic “sunday morning at the grocery store,” this is set in that same type of world. “half-bloods” (mutants) have been technically, officially accepted into society; but personal opinion tends to vary.)

note: here is the post with some background for the story! and here is the link for the raph version!

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rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles fanfiction ~ Donatello x female reader

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Donnie

(note: please see @chubs-deuce for the human donnie design that you should be picturing ahaha. link 1 and link 2 and link 3)

In the weeks leading up to the trip, he notices that something seems off about you.

So he corners you in his lab and asks what’s been going on. He taps his feet on the ground and his fingers on the edge of the table, and narrows his eyes at you until you talk.

“It’s… it’s about my parents,” you say, and stare at your fingers, and he leans back and waits for you to say some more.

“I haven’t told them… what you are. My dad won’t like… what you are.”

“Oh,” Donnie says.

“Yeah,” you say.

He sits down and thinks for a moment. You sit down too, dangling your feet off of the edge of the table.

“That’s his problem,” he says, narrowing his eyes, his eyebrows drawing together on his purple forehead. “The world is changing, yeah? He’s just going to have to accept half-bloods, at some point. Accept us, at some point.”

But you see his fingers tapping. He’s nervous. And you don’t blame him.

You rack your brain for a moment, peering in all of the corners, overturning neurons, thinking, thinking --

“What about the cloaking brooch?” you say, suddenly, feeling like a lightbulb has ignited triumphantly above your head.

“Hmm?”

“The cloaking brooch,” you say. “I mean, it’s okay if we hide… hide your… your turtleiness from them, right? We can warm my dad up to you before showing him, right? So why not try the cloaking brooch? Pretend to be human for a weekend?”

His eyes get big. Wild and big.

“Oh my Fibonacci,” he coos. “Brilliant.”

So you get your hands on a cloaking brooch and secure it to Donnie. The brooch adjusts to his thoughts; he sets his look.

“Well? Well?? How is it? How do I look??”

He’s in the bathroom, admiring himself in the mirror, flexing, turning, patting his hair, straightening his goggles.

“How do I look??” he demands, again, grinning wildly, and you don’t reply -- you’re too busy blushing -- so he answers for you.

“I look AWESOME,” he hisses.

Donnie loves his cloaking brooch persona. He’s very confident in it. Which is good. Because he’s going to meet your parents with it.

You take the brooch away from him. He protests.

“If anything happens to this,” you tell him, “my life will be over. It wasn’t easy to get this, babe.”

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You give it back to him when you slide into the car, starting your drive to your parents’ house.

You know that he means it when he says he’ll keep the brooch safe. He loves that thing.

He puts it on as soon as his door is closed. He’s grinning from ear to ear, flexing his ten fingers on the steering wheel, pressing his flat back against the car seat.

“This body is so normal to you!” he marvels. “But so foreign to me! The smooth, hairy skin! The thousands of fingers! The tiny torso! This is so weird!”

You giggle.

“Eyes on the road, Dee,” you remind him.

He focuses his eyes on the road dutifully.

He’s so happy with the cloaking brooch. So happy. But it makes you uncomfortable.

Why? Why is he so happy with the cloaking brooch? He’s happy because it takes himself away, isn’t he? Because it lets him exist as a “normal human,” pretend that he’s a “normal human”?

You don’t want him to think like that. You want him to be himself. You want him to be happy being himself.

You reach over and slide your hand over his. His long, warm fingers wrap around your own.

Five smooth human fingers. It isn’t your Donnie’s hand.

You squeeze tighter.

/////////////

You pull into your parents’ driveway after a little-too-many-hours spent driving. The silhouette of the house is familiar. The front yard looks like childhood.

Donnie stops the car. You step out. He pops the trunk.

The front door opens. You look over. It’s your mom.

Her hands are pressed together nervously, and she’s wearing her slippers. She hops down the porch steps and holds out her arms as she hurries over to you.

You hug. Big, long, squishy hug.

You haven’t been home in just over a year. You haven’t hugged either of your parents in just over a year.

You hear her heart beating. She’s nervous.

You suddenly remember that you forgot to tell her that your boyfriend was going to be… disguised.

He’s taking your suitcases out of the trunk. You gesture at him, through the hug.

“Mom,” you say, “this is Donnie. He’s, um, dressed up right now.”

Donnie grabs your mom’s hand delicately.

“Charmed,” he hums, and presses it to his lips.

She smiles distantly at him and then stares at you.

You sigh. She’ll want an explanation.

“See that brooch? It’s called a cloaking brooch. It keeps him looking… human. You know. For Dad’s sake.”

She nods slowly.

You sigh through your nose and try to press the brooch, but Donnie grabs your hands to keep them off of it.

“If I’m going to be human for the weekend,” he whispers, “I want to be human for the weekend.”

“Please? Just once? She… she won’t stop wondering --”

“Just show her a picture or something. Now. Let’s go inside. Human Donnie has a Dad to meet.”

/////////////

Your dad doesn’t like Donnie.

He doesn’t know he’s a half-blood, but it probably wouldn’t make much of a difference. He just. Doesn’t like Donnie. As an individual.

Donnie walks into the house and sees your dad and immediately starts talking too loud.

“Oh hello!! You must be the man of the house! Y/n’s dad! It is an honor to meet you, sir! Lovely human dad for my lovely human girlfriend! And I bet it is so exciting to meet her lovely human boyfriend, huh?? Are you a man of science, (Y/d/n)? Have you heard of quantum physics? String theories?? I am a man of science, yes I am! Would you like to hear about my latest inventions?? Ah, I’ll tell you anyway. You see --”

You know that all of this means that Donnie is nervous. He’s trying to impress your dad. But your dad is staring at you over Donnie’s shoulder, arching his eyebrows, as Donnie hunches his shoulders and rubs his arms and laughs and rambles, so you put one hand on Donnie’s shoulder and he immediately reaches up to grab it with his own.

“Donnie,” you say. “Let’s take our stuff inside, okay?”

“Okay!!” he says, quickly, and you walk out the front door together while your dad arches his eyebrows even sharper at you. You shrug nervously and follow Donnie.

“How was that?” Donnie is saying, as you wrap your shaking fingers around the handle of your suitcase. “Do you think he likes me?”

“Maybe let him talk more?” you suggest.

“Let him talk more?? Sure! Okay! Anything for Mr. Your Dad, right??”

He laughs loudly. You see the fear in his eyes.

It’s weird -- it’s not your Donnie, not quite. His skin is brown and warm, there’s hair coiling out of his scalp, and he’s… he’s human. Completely human. But he moves like Donnie, and holds his hands the same way, and he has his eyes. And every time he smiles you feel the same familiar butterflies in your stomach.

“You’ll win him over,” you assure Donnie -- you hope, verbally, at Donnie. Will he be able to win over your dad? You hope, you hope, you hope.

Your mom is working on dinner in the kitchen, stirring a pot of soup; she switches out with your dad, and hurries you and Donnie to your rooms.

“Sorry about (Y/d/n),” she whispers to Donnie. “He can… take a little while to warm up.”

She goes back to the kitchen and you and Donnie stand together in your childhood bedroom for a moment.

“We gotta thaw out your dad,” Donnie says, rubbing his hands together, an unpleasant glint shining in his eye.

“Don’t.”

“What?”

“Don’t. Whatever you’re planning. Just. Don’t. We just have to get civilly through this weekend without him discovering you’re a --” (you drop your voice, mouth it) “-- half-blood and without him hating you. That’s all. No tech, no tricks. Don’t try to impress him. He can tell when you’re trying to impress him. Just… just be yourself.”

Donnie doesn’t look like he’s listening to you.

You snap your fingers in front of his face. “Donnie. Donnie. Earth to Donatello.”

He blinks at you, twice, unfocused, and you can still see him Thinking behind those wild eyes.

“Donnie. What did I just say?”

“Um.” He blanks. “Uh --”

“Don’t try to impress my dad. He won’t like it.”

“Well, why didn’t you tell me that before we got here?”

“I don’t know! I didn’t think to! I haven’t brought that many boys around to meet my parents, I’m not really used with the procedure, and --”

Your mom pops her head into the room. You’re suddenly, awkwardly aware of how loudly you and Donnie were talking.

“Dinner is ready!” she says, quickly.

You and Donnie follow her to the dining room, your arms folded uncomfortably.

Dinner doesn’t go much better.

You start kicking Donnie under the table every time you decide he’s talking too much or trying too hard to impress your dad -- a.k.a. every time your dad moves his eyes off of Donnie’s face and stares directly into your soul.

Eventually Donnie takes a deep breath and grabs your hand under the table and holds it tight and eats his soup and just stops talking.

You’re at the house for the long weekend. There’s a full day and a half of tension between Donnie and your dad. They don’t really talk to each other; they barely acknowledge each other; and you can’t forget that this is without him knowing that Donnie is a half-blood. this is without him knowing that Donnie is a half-blood.

/////////////

You’re putting a tray of muffins in the oven when Donnie walks in, leaning against the counter, watching you straighten up and dust the flour off of your hands.

“I think your dad hates me,” he whispers.

“Donnie,” you say, but you’ve been thinking it too.

You watch him rub his arms.

“I don’t want your dad to hate me,” he says, his voice getting louder with each word.

You motion at him. Quieter. He drops his tone.

“I’m trying so hard to impress him! So hard! And nothing I do works. He just… keeps hating me. I’m trying my best! Why won’t he like me??”

“Look, Donnie, I don’t know --”

“Ask him,” Donnie urges.

“But --”

“Please.” His arms are folded, and his face is foreign, and his voice sounds more like home than this place ever did.

“Okay,” you say.

So you ask your dad.

/////////////

It’s around 3 o’clock, and Donnie lurks in the kitchen, and your dad is reading in the living room. His reading glasses are on the end of his nose, and his book is worn and dog-eared, and you sit down on the ottoman in front of his chair. Just like when you were little. It accepts you immediately, your crossed legs sinking into the plush material.

“Hey, Dad,” you say.

“Hey, baby girl,” he says, flipping the page.

“Can we talk?”

He sighs through his nose and folds down the edge of his book and sets it aside. He takes off his glasses, and folds them, and puts them on top of the book. He leans forward, elbows on his knees. He looks at you. You have his full, complete attention. You dad has always been Intense. If he’s mad, it’s very distressing; but when you want to talk, it can be comforting. There will be nothing else on his mind right now except you, and what you have to say.

“I’m listening,” he says.

“It’s about Donnie.”

He sighs, through his mouth this time.

“Donnie,” he repeats.

“Yes. Donnie.” You stare at his elbows. “Dad, why don’t you… why don’t you like him?”

He sighs, harder. “Honey --”

“Dad, please. Seriously. I want to know. He… he wants to know. He really really wants you to like him, Dad. He’s really trying to impress you. He just wants you to like him. I just want you to like him.”

“That’s it. That’s it right there. He’s really, really trying to impress me. And it’s, well, it’s not working.” He switches his tone to something nasally that you think is trying to imitate Donnie’s voice. Your cheeks burn. “‘Well, hello, Mr. Dad. Are you interested in my twelve Nobel prizes? Are you interested in all of my confusing vocabulary no one understands but me? Why don’t you like me? Oh, don’t bother to answer that, just look at my weird robots.’ He’s so… self-centered. And so desperate. He’s trying to make up for something. But I don’t know what. And he wears those… those weird goggle things? And he uses weird words that no one should ever say? And --”

“Dad -- yeah. I don’t really have a case for the goggle or the made-up words. That’s just who he is. That’s just Donnie. But… but he’s just trying to impress you. He’s so confident, believe me, but when he gets insecure he gets insecure. And it’s very easy for him to go overboard. And also he just, never shuts up, ever. Even when he’s not trying to impress someone. Which is never, actually. He’s always trying to impress someone. When I think about it.”

Your dad raises an eyebrow. “You’re not really helping his case, honey.”

“Ugh! I know! But, Dad, I really really really like him.” You lean forwards, dropping your voice, finally forcing your eyes to meet his own. “I love him. I’m in love with that man. And I want to marry him, so badly. No matter what you think. But still -- I love you, and I love him, and I just want you to be able to get along.”

Your dad looks at you, at your pathetic pleading face, and his forehead softens a bit.

“Okay,” he says. “I’ll try to give him a chance, okay? But if you get married -- don’t expect me to be excited about seeing him, okay? Ever? Stay away from our family reunions.”

You pale a bit.

“That was a joke. You can come to the family reunions. (I guess.) But… but yeah. I’ll try my best to get along with him for the rest of the weekend, okay?”

All of the tension comes whooshing out of your body. Your shoulders finally relax, and your chest compresses.

“Thank you,” you breathe. “Thank you thank you thank you, Dad, thank you, oh my gosh thank you. Oh my gosh.”

He waves a hand at you. “Calm down. It’s not that big a deal. Every dad has to go through this with their prospective son-in-laws. It’s a requirement to be a dad.”

You bounce up and down on the plush ottoman.

“Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou,” you gush, and then you stand up and curtsy for some reason and hurry out of the room before you start crying.

/////////////

Why do you want to cry?? Why is your jaw aching??

You peek into the kitchen and see that Donnie isn’t there (he’s playing billiards with your mom in the basement, actually) so you just slink down the hall to your childhood bedroom, and the celebrity crush posters on the wall just make you feel worse. You curl up on top of your covers and bite at your blanket and let yourself choke and sob.

You grab your phone and text Donnie.

“please come see me in my room when u have a min thxx”

and he knocks on the door almost instantly.

“Darling?”

You don’t want to get up but when you try to yell at him to open the door, your throat is too tight.

But he opens the door, slowly, and sees you sobbing on your mattress.

“Darling? Y/n?”

His body is so weird and human but his voice is his own and his eyes blink at you from that foreign, foreign face.

You hold out your hands to him and he sits next to you on the mattress, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you close to him, resting his chin on top of your head. You slap the cloaking brooch. You blubber into his plastron.

“You okay?” he whispers into the top of your head. “Everything alright?” And he rubs your back.

Are you okay? Is everything alright? Your emotions are tangled up in a knot in the middle of your stomach, and you can’t find the loose ends to even start to try to unravel it.

Deep breaths. In. Out. Donnie is rubbing your back and you’re gasping shakily into his plastron and your temples are starting to pound with the pressure building up in your head.

Why are you crying? Why are you crying?

And then Donnie presses his lips to the top of your head and hugs you a little tighter and you realize.

You realize that you’re crying because you’re in love with him, and your dad hasn’t liked him, and your dad is giving him a chance now, hopefully, and you’re in love with him, and if your parents like him, that’s one step closer to being able to spend the rest of your life with him. You want to spend the rest of your life with him.

You tighten your fingers around his skin.

Your throat finally loosens a bit, lets you talk.

“My dad’s going to try,” you say, your voice muffled by his chest. “He’s going to try to give you a chance. He’ll probably take you fishing tomorrow. Okay?”

“Fishing? Okay.”

(He doesn’t want to go fishing. At all. But for you? For your dad? Anything. Anything at all.)

“Thanks,” you mutter into his chest.

“Of course,” he says.

/////////////

Donnie and your dad don’t magically get along, of course, but your dad does try his best. For you.

He talks to you before you and Donnie leave to go back home.

“Your boyfriend is weird,” he says, immediately.

“Thanks.”

“But he loves you.”

“Yeah.”

“Does he… does he treat you good?”

“He treats me the best.”

And your dad takes your hands in his own.

“You’re my baby girl,” he tells you. “You’re the most important thing in my life, you know that, right? (Don’t tell your mom I said that.) And… and to be completely honest with you, I don’t completely like the boy. He… he just gets on my nerves. He does. But? If you like him? If you love him? And he loves you? And he treats you well? Then I have nothing bad to say about it. I will accept him however you want me to accept him. Okay?”

“Okay,” you try to say, but the relief is flooding into your chest, and so you just nod.

You were scared your dad would forbid it. You were scared he’d put his foot down and you’d have to never talk to him again if you wanted to be with Donnie.

And the relief fills your body and you bite at your tongue to keep from giggling deliriously.

But then you remember. Half-blood. He’s a half-blood.

That’s an entirely DIFFERENT hurdle to take care of.

You hug your dad, and tell him thank you, and then you find Donnie and press your forehead against his.

“Whatever you said on that fishing trip really worked,” you hum.

Donnie smiles at you and nuzzles your nose with his own.

(They talked on the fishing trip. They talked about Donnie, and about you. And your dad listened to how Donnie talked about you, how softly and gently, full of love and protection. He listened to the firm determination in his voice. Saw the way he held his hands when he said your name. And he decided that, no matter how much he didn’t care for Donnie himself, he cared for you, and you cared for him, and so he would accept Donnie into his family if needed. He wouldn’t try to keep you two apart in any way. He would let you be happy.)

“Of course he likes me,” he says with a grin. “Never doubted it.”

“Donnie --” You roll your eyes, and laugh.

He has his hands on both sides of your face, and he tugs your mouth closer to his; but you turn away. You can’t kiss that face. It doesn’t feel right.

“(Y/n)?”

“Sorry. It’s… it’s your face.”

“Oh. Yeah. That’s right.” And you hear him remember that he is not his usual self. And you hear him remember that your dad will definitely have quite a few things to say about you spending your life with a half-blood.

“It can wait,” you whisper. “This trip we got him used to you, yourself, your personality. We can handle the half-blood stuff another time.”

“But it doesn’t feel right to keep it from him. He’s starting to trust me. I don’t want to have to break all of that trust in a few months.”

“Donnie --”

And he kisses your forehead and strokes your cheeks with his thumbs and then he takes off. You hear him calling for your dad.

DONNIE. What the HECK is he doing, that stupid dum-dum.

/////////////

Your dad is in the living room, reading; and Donnie kind of stands in the entryway for a moment. He knocks lightly on the doorframe.

“Knockity knock,” he says, and rushes in.

Your dad looks up.

“Hi, Donatello,” he says.

“Hey, Y/d/n,” Donnie says. What am I doing? What. Am. I. Doing?? Do I really want to destroy all of the fragile scaffolding we’ve built up over the past couple of days? But then he remembers you, turning your face away, and the lack of light behind your eyes when you smile at him. This isn’t him, this face, this body. He feels so confident and so secure in it -- but that’s because it’s not his. His body is a half-blood one. Not a human one. He doesn’t get to be a human -- and that’s okay. That’s okay.

Your dad deserves to know who he really is.

So Donnie sighs and whispers, “Goodbye, beautiful body,” and your dad arches an eyebrow, and Donnie presses his fingers against the cloaking brooch.

The brooch’s energy swirls around him, and then he is standing in front of your dad, as naked and exposed and vulnerable as he’s ever felt. He takes a deep breath and looks at your dad. He hasn’t rehearsed anything to say. The words propel themselves out of his mouth.

“I am a half-blood!” he announces, like it isn’t obvious. He balls his fists at his sides and lifts his head slightly, baring his chest to your dad. “I am a half-blood. Your daughter has informed me of how you feel about my kind -- and yes! I tricked you! I disguised myself for this trip. But only because I love her so much! And I didn’t want you to cast me away. So I hope that now -- now that we have gotten to know each other a little bit -- you will accept me for who I really am. I am the same man you spoke with on that fishing trip, Mr. (Y/l/n) -- only my body has changed. So yes, yes, yes I am a half-blood. But I love your daughter more than anything else in this world! And I didn’t want to keep my true self hidden from you any longer and break your trust any more than I had to. So. Kill me if you must. Banish me if you must. But I love your daughter.” He lifts his chin, dramatically. “I love your daughter.”

Your dad is staring at him. Three minutes ago, he was peacefully reading Great Expectations in the living room. Now there is a half-blood dating his daughter and standing in his living room.

“Y/n?” he calls, voice choked.

You poke your head into the living room. “...Yeah?”

“He’s a… a half-blood.”

You feel your stomach twisting, your heart pounding; you nod quietly and step into the living room, taking your place next to Donnie. “Yeah.”

“You knew?”

“Yeah.”

“You’ve been dating a half-blood, all this time?”

You reach for Donnie’s hand, taking his large cold green fingers in your warm ones. “Yes. Yes, I am. And I love him --”

“Baby girl. He’s… he’s not human.”

“Dad --”

“He’s not human.”

“Dad! Please, please just calm down for a second --”

“I am calm. I am remarkably calm. And you know it. You know how calm I’m being. For your sake.”

You squeeze Donnie’s hand, tight.

“Can I get a moment alone with my daughter? Please?” your dad says to Donnie, through tight teeth.

He glances at you for direction. You squeeze his fingers and nod.

He goes.

You face your dad, and take your seat on the ottoman, and stare at your hands.

“Baby girl,” he says.

“Dad.”

He sighs. “(Y/n), you know I’m not comfortable with --”

“Dad.” You feel your cheeks burning. “You told me that you--”

“That was before I knew --” he lowers his voice “--before I knew what he was.”

“DAD. What difference does it make?? He’s EXACTLY the same, he just --”

“Baby girl. Baby girl. Hey, don’t look at me like that --”

“I love him,” you hiss at him. “I love him, and I love you, but please don’t --”

“I love you too,” your dad says, leaning forward, his eyebrows drawn together and his eyes very earnest. “I love you too, baby girl, but --”

“-- don’t you dare --”

“-- I can’t let you stay with that man,” he whispered. “I’m so sorry. I can’t. I can’t, in good conscience, let you --”

“-- Dad --”

“-- I won’t be able to sleep. I won’t be able to sleep because of you, Y/n, I’ll just be so worried --”

“-- he’s not dangerous. He’s not dangerous. He’s just green. He’s the most brilliant man I’ve ever met and I’m so genuinely in love with him and --”

“-- have you seen the news?? Have you seen what they do? They have animal blood coursing in their veins. At any moment they could snap!! He could snap! And if anything happens to you --”

“-- he’s not going to snap, Dad, he’s not a monster, he’s not some animal, he’s as human as you and me! He’s just --”

“-- I love you, Y/n. I love you so much, and --”

“-- this is why he wore that brooch,” you snap, “this is why I haven’t shown you pictures this is why I’ve hid him from you. This is why he came in disguise. Because you were fine with him as a human, remember?? But the second you see that he’s --”

“-- I love you!” your dad argues back. “I love you!! When I thought he was human, he was good! He was safe! But now there’s danger, and --”

“-- I love him,” you say, “I love him, I love him, I love him. If you make me choose between you and him, I will choose him. I love him. I want to spend my life with him. I --”

And the voices get louder and louder, until you and your dad are both standing up in the living room, screaming, and your dad is red in the face and you’re choking down sobs and finally you just leave. You just leave.

You storm out of the house and buckle yourself into the car and slam the car door -- hard -- and you put your head down on the dashboard and feel your breaths hot in your skull.

/////////////

Donnie is still in the house, standing with your mother; they were in the kitchen the whole time, listening uncomfortably as you and your father argued.

“I think we should go,” Donnie mumbles, rubbing his arms nervously.

“Probably,” your mom mumbles back. “I’ll talk to him, okay? I’ll try to calm him down.”

“Okay. Thank you, (Y/m/n).” He smiles at her and takes a deep breath and presses the cloaking brooch again. (He’s hoping that seeing him as a human instead of a half-blood will help soothe your dad’s nerves a bit.) “I’ve had a great time with you this weekend.”

“Me too,” says your mom. “I’m so sorry about (Y/d/n). He’s just… yeah. I’m so sorry. You make Y/n so happy, believe me; and I’m so happy for the both of you. Just… yeah. I’ll talk to him.”

Donnie smiles at her again.

The suitcases are already in the car, so he doesn’t have anything to bring outside. But he hovers in the living room entrance for a moment -- should he say anything to your dad? Is it worth the risk? Will it burn any bridges if he doesn’t?

“We both want what’s best for her,” he says, in the doorway of the living room, and your dad doesn’t look up. “We both love her. We have that in common. Um. Goodbye. Thank you for letting us stay here.”

And he leaves, speed-walking to the car, getting into the driver’s seat, turning the key in the ignition.

“You okay?” he asks, softly. Your head is still against the dashboard.

“I love my parents,” you say. “I love my dad. But he… he… Ugh. Could you hear it? What he said?”

“Yeah,” Donnie says.

“I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

“It’s really not okay. He’s just… the world has changed around him, and he hasn’t managed to change with it. And he fights against that change. And -- and yeah. Yeah. But don’t worry, okay? I’m not going to leave you. You’re stuck with me. No matter what. Okay?”

He presses his cloaking brooch again and reaches his cold green hand out toward you. You grab it and rub the back of his hand, firmly, trying to make sure he can feel your love in the pressure of your fingers.

He sighs.

You sigh.

“Let’s just go home,” you whisper. “Let’s just go home.”

And he shifts the car into reverse and takes his foot off of the brake, and your mom waves from the porch, and you realize you didn’t even hug her goodbye, and you’ve felt like throwing up for the past three days, and you bite your tongue and raise one hand to wave at her. She blows a kiss. You make a heart with your hands.

You drive in complete silence -- except for the hum of the engine and the rumble of the road and Donnie’s dubstep thumping quietly -- for about half an hour. Donnie taps his fingers on the steering wheel. You sob and wipe your tears away with the hem of your t-shirt.

He clears his throat. “So. Um. How many half-bloods have you brought home, huh?”

It sounds almost like a joke, but a very bad joke. You rub at your eyes again.

“Uh. Just the one.”

“Cool. How… how would you rate my performance as a potential son-in-law? Satisfactory? Beyond satisfactory? Very --”

Data collection calms him down. His eyes are nervous, his fingers tapping. You reach out for his hand, and he grabs it immediately. You let him squeeze and press and play with your fingers, waiting for the tension to go out of his hands.

“I did my best,” he mumbles.

“You did.”

“I don’t think I like your dad that much.”

“Yeah. Understandable.”

“(Y/n)?”

“Yeah?”

“You know how you told your dad that you want to spend the rest of your life with me?”

“Yeah.”

“Did you… did you really mean that?”

“Oh, of course I really meant that. I would love nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with you.” You squeeze his hand tight.

He squeezes back. “Oh. Interesting.”

“Yeah. Interesting. I love you. You know that, right? I love you, always.”

“Yes. Of course. I love you too.”

You bring his hand to your lips, kiss each knuckle individually. He shudders and starts to cry.

“Donnie --”

“I’m so sorry,” he wails. “It’s just been a weirdly emotional weekend for me.”

“It’s been a weirdly emotional weekend for all of us, believe me --”

“I’ll do it,” he says, firmly. “I’ll marry you. I’ll do whatever you want. You want to travel the world? Done. You want a suburban life? Done. I’ll give you kids, I’ll be a malewife, I’ll buy you whatever you need -- see, I just want you to be happy, I --”

You laugh, blushing, embarrassed, in love.

“Donnie, I’ll be happy no matter what as long as I can be with you.”

“That’s HORRIBLY cheesy.”

“I know.” You kiss his hand again. “I’m horribly cheesy for you.”

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We added these two awesome asks together!!

60's Elvis taking you shopping 🥺 #sugardaddythings -🍁 & Teasing sugar daddy Elvis in public, Acting dumb afterwards? “What ever do you mean, I would never do such a thing.”

✨SUGAR DADDY ELVIS SUNDAY✨

Last night, Elvis decided it would be a good idea to, quite literally, rip your clothes off, with the promise of: "Darlin', I'll buy you a new one of each in every color.." So, here you are now, walking along downtown, shopping for a couple of new outfits since this isn't the first time he's made that promise. You hadn't been paying attention, just walking along the sidewalk and people-watching, when Elvis grabbed your hand and quickly pulled you into a shop.

"Elvis! What the hell?" But when you looked around, you realized that it was a lingerie shop. You glanced up at him, shaking your head at his smirk.

“Told ya, I’d buy you one in every color, now c’mon, give Daddy a show.” He would say ushering you through the aisles, holding up dainty pieces of lingerie for you.

He even held a pair up to his face like sunglasses, “Elvis! Don’t do that!” You whispered through gritted teeth, trying to hold back laughter.

"Why not?" He asked, tossing it at you to catch.

"Because it's disrespectful!" You lectured, tossing it back into its respectful bin. "I think I have enough, can I please just try these on and go?" You pleaded, motioning to the full basket of lingerie Elvis was holding.

"Okay, okay, go ahead, darlin'." He went to hand you the basket, but quickly pulled it back and dropped ten extra pieces into the basket, then handed it to you.

"Jesus! That's so many!" You shook your head as you walked into the dressing room, ignoring Elvis' teasing slap to your ass.

As you walked into the dressing room, Elvis was close behind you. “Um, excuse me.”You said, nudging him back out the door.

“What?” he said, leaning himself up against the door frame with a shit-eating grin on his face.

“I can change by myself.” You replied.

“Well, what if you need help?” Elvis took a step forward, pulling you closer to him, you could already feel him starting to get hard.

"Thennnn, I will ask you for help. Now, out." You said, gently pushing his chest one more time to get him out so you could quickly shut the door. You took a deep breath, then sighed, staring at the basket of overflowing underwear. The first couple didn't fit right, so you didn't bother showing Elvis, but after ten minutes, he started getting restless. He would knock on the door, pressing his face against the small crack trying and failing to peek in.

"Are you almost done, lil' lady? I wanna see already!"

You sighed, slowly pulling the door open to reveal the dark blue lingerie set that hugged your curves just right. "I don't know about this one. It's kinda itchy." You mumbled, reaching over to scratch the lace on your shoulder.

“Look so good for me, gimme a turn, sweetheart.” Elvis would have his hands on your waist, eyeing you up and down, “Wanna take you right here.”

"Elvis Aaron Presley! I know your mama raised you better than that." You teased, gently pushing his shoulder. "Lemme go try on the next pair." You turned around and picked up a random piece of underwear from the basket, 'accidentally' dropping it on the floor. "Oops, silly me.." You smirked, slowly bending over to pick it up, giving Elvis the perfect view of your ass.

“Don’t give me that bullshit.” Elvis would walk up right behind you, smacking your ass. “ELV-“ “Oops, sorry.” He would say, smirking with that shit-eating grin. You shook your head, “Hey Lil’ mama, don’t be a tease, I’ll take you right here right now, I’ll make you scream my name. Make you scream-“ “ELVIS!” You smacked him on the chest.

"Exactly that!" He said, laughing as he pulled you into his arms.

"Come on, you're tellin' me that you don't want me to fuck you, right here, right now?" He whispered, his hands sliding down and over your ass, giving it a squeeze before he moved his hand back up your back to unhook your bra.

You let out a soft sigh, “B-but we have to shop.” You stuttered out. “Shopping is the last thing on my mind, You ain’t even gotta try on all but one pair, I will buy you everything that you want from this store ain’t even gotta be in your size.” He leaned down, his lips barely brushing yours, you pushed yourself towards him, your lips connected with his.

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banterismylovelanguage · 2 years

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So… Genshin ships, huh?

Here’s mine.

(They’re numbered but everything past #1 gets scrambled depending on the day and the feels).

XIAOVEN. It’s my Genshin OTP. I got into the game because of these two pretty much. Individually, I adore their stories, their VAs, all their scenes, everything. And then you want to put them together?? Count me all in. (Plus, I’m grabbing onto the scraps that Xiao wants to meet Barbatos in canon 👉👈)

CYNARI. This popped up so recently but my love is growing rapidly. I love Tighnari’s sassiness. I love Cyno’s dual personality of a stoic guy with dad jokes. They have an adopted child. They have BANTER. Need I say more?

SHENJIN. Grew on me SO much. I love a stoic Shenhe and an overactive and over-thinker Yun Jin making it work. I kinda see Yun Jin as the female version of Venti, but a little more… self-aware? Self-conscious? Assertive? Just more of something. So short girl trying to pick up the tall beauty? Hell yes.

VENLUMI/LUMIVEN. All right, OTP aside, I love most ships with Venti. You could slide into my dms, say, “Hey Banter, what do you think of [random character] x Venti?” And I’d probably be A-Ok with it and start brainstorming headcanons for them (y’know, just don’t give me a child character ship). I’m so easily swayed. That being said, Lumine’s (mostly headcanoned) sassy, headstrong, and almost stoic personality mixed with a sly, teasing Venti (who gets easily flustered/vulnerable sometimes) is my absolute jam in f/m ships so you can bet this one runs in my mind rent-free. Plus, the whole “my warrior” pet name business? MMMM.

DILUVEN/ZHONGVEN. Okay, I know these are totally separate ships but I’m going to put them together because I gotta get my favorite Venti ships out of the way and explain that I do see these two on the same level, but love them for very different reasons. So, Diluven is—hot, but also just. Tragic. Mortal and immortal? Count me in. The whole business where Venti calls Diluc Master? (A translation thing and it’s just Venti being respectful but it’s still hot). Zhongven, on the other hand, has banter. Old friends. Immortal and immortal yearning. Tragedy ending, tense beginning. Lots of potential. Yeah.

And that’s pretty much it for ships I actively seek out.

But there’s some that I either want to get into more or am curious about. Let’s list a couple:

Albether—two blondes together? Very calm and gentle personalities? Aether is adorable? Interested.

Jeanlisa—witch and knight. Also, I like the potential for a mature romance from them, you know? They’re both responsible adults, so I don’t think there’d be much shyness here, just the existential questions to explore this really deep, intimate relationship and whether or not they have the capacity to put their all in it with Jean’s responsibilities and Lisa’s half-cut life. It’s really nice for it to be so. Adult.

Yanlan—Assassin and lawyer? Is Yanfei completely oblivious or does she… help? Fun, fun potential aus.

Eimiko—They’ve got banter. I really like Yae’s design and both of their personalities. I see political aus abound with these two.

Thomato—aside from the adorable name, I like the dynamics of this ship. Housekeeper and lord. Awesome.

That’s all for now. There’s others but… I’m not super invested as of now.

Though, I wish I could get into ships with Kaeya, Gorou, and Heizou, but I can’t seem to get into the ships with these three. Maybe if I actually read a good fic on them or something. Idk, recommendations for any ships listed (or new ships) are welcome!

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anneisstuff · 1 year

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— THE STORY OF US —

Part 2

*Ellie Williams x reader *

I opened the door that led to the living room and I was able to spot Steve, as I was walking towards him, I heard the door behind me open again, it was Ellie and Cat, I could feel their piercing eyes on my back, that is why i couldn’t bring myself to turn around.

“Y/N!! You came, awesome ! I was waiting for you” Steve shouted as he ran towards me and embraced me as he lightly spun me on the spot.

“Yeah, I would never miss movie night” I said as I awkwardly wrapped my arms around his torso . Ellie was standing just behind him, our eyes instantly met and she looked away…she didn’t care about me, did she? Not the way I cared about her, at least. I was so obvious, if she hasn’t made a move by now, it is pretty likely she never will.

We all scattered all over the living room, Cat had her arm wrapped around Ellie’s waist on the couch, I decided to sit on the floor with my back to where they sat, I needed to be physically restrained from looking at Ellie, Dina and Jesse were seating on individual armchairs, and as much as I tried to show discomfort, Steve managed to bear the harsh and uncomfortable floor with me.

“Wait, what kind of movie is this?” Dina asked Jesse as we watched some green ogre banter with a gray donkey “It’s kinda weird”

“Are you kidding me?” I protested as I turned to look at her “It is AMAZING”

“Yeah, it is” Steve added at the time I felt his hand wrap around my shoulders, I shifted uncomfortably on the spot as Steve started caressing my back.

“Hey, look at them, aren’t they cute?” I heard Cat whisper behind me, my body stiffened thinking about who she was talking to.

“Yes, they are. I’ll be right back, gonna get a beer” Ellie replied as she stood up and headed to the kitchen.

“I’m craving one too” Steve said as he started standing up

I immediately tugged his arm back down to the floor “No, don’t bother, I will get it for you” and before he had the chance to answer, i was walking towards the kitchen.

“Hey” i greeted Ellie the minute I walked into the kitchen, blushing at the sight of her leaning over the counter drinking her cold beer “Sorry I didn’t say hello back there”

“No problem” she watched as I bounced trying to open the cabinet where the beers were supposed to be “Sorry about that” she muttered, which made me believe she was talking about the situation I stumbled upon a few hours ago

“Oh, yeah, no, don’t worry about it” i quickly assured without meeting her eyes “You guys are cute together” I mentioned as I was standing on my tiptoes stretching my right arm in order to reach the handle of the cabinet .

All of a sudden I noticed this strong bitter smell “You really think so?” Ellie asked as I promptly turned my head to the right, being dangerously close to her face, I instinctively took a step back, her eyes were fixed on me. “Need a hand?” she said as she stretched her free arm and grabbed a beer.

“Uh—yeah, yeah, thanks” i stuttered as I watched her arm flex as she fiddled with the beer.

“Here” she put her own beer down on the counter and grabbed my hand making me hold the beer she just took out of the cabinet .

“Thank you, Ellie” I whispered as I watched her fingers slide over the back of my hand.

“I’m so delusional” Ellie’s eyes widened as she looked at her hand and quickly moved it away from mine. “I can’t fucking do this”

“Uh, what do you mean?” I vaguely replied as I thought about the print her fingers had left on my hand.

“Nothing, uh, it doesn’t matter” she scratched her neck and looked at me. “Are you liking the movie so far?”

“Honestly? It is the best movie we’ve watched so far” I smiled at her .

“Jesus, Y/N, you’re so weird” she chuckled as she took another sip from her beer “no offense”

“None taken, but you are being unfair”

“How so?” she asked scratching the tip of her nose, putting her beer down, and crossing her arms in front of her chest.

“All you like to watch are those silly action movies, isn’t it cool to see something different?” I said as I paced around the kitchen.

“Go on” she said as she wiggled her hand in front of her.

“Well, you know that feeling when you’re so familiar and comfortable with something that you’re scared for things to change even when it can lead to something amazing?” I asked her coming to halt in front of her and resting my hands on my hips.

She looked at me in a way she had never looked at me before, and bit her lip “Um, yeah, I’ve felt that before”.

“Great, it’s the same thing with movies, sometimes we feel comfortable, and it is great, comfortable is safe, but maybe, taking a risk and doing something outside of our comfort zone can show us something wonderful and maybe even better, maybe we can find something more than comfort, but we’re too scared to be disappointed, we’re scared of change” I said as I looked at my hands waving in front of me as I talked.

Ellie didn’t realize she was holding her breath until after she let a long deep sigh “Yeah, I get it, but isn’t it better to stick to the things you’re familiar with? Sometimes you don’t want things to change because you care too much about them”

I looked at her trying to figure out how that made sense within our conversation “I’ve never thought about it that way….I guess it makes sense why you stick to action movies, you feel safe with them, and you’re used to the scenes and situations so much you know how to manage and control how you feel when you watch them, you’re used to it, you’re used to feeling that way, if the events don’t change, it is easy for you to adjust to them”

“I didn’t know you were so passionate about movies, Ellie” someone spoke from the doorframe. “I am passionate about them myself”.

“Oh, hey, Steve” i faintly said.

“Y/N…can I talk to you for a second?” Steve asked as he looked at me. “I want to tell you something”

“Oh, can’t it wait? I was kind of in the middle of something with Ellie” I suggested annoyed .

“No, don’t worry, Y/N” Ellie quickly added crushing the empty can and throwing it inside a black garbage bag and jogging to the door. “I’ll leave you two to it”

Ellie then patted Steve on the shoulder and casted a quick glance towards me, I felt my stomach turn around and stop after looking at Steve, the emotion I had, or whatever that was, turned itself into anxiety.

“So…I need to talk to you about something” Steve said as he clapped and rubbed his hands against each other. “It’s about you and me”

“Uh? What do you mean?” I asked as I looked at a blind spot.

“Yeah, uh, so—well, the thing is—“

“Uh huh?” I asked expectantly raising an eyebrow. “Is everything okay?”

“I like you, i really really like you” Steve said as he took a step closer to me “I think I might love you”

I stared at him hoping for the butterflies to make their presence known….they didn’t. “Come again?”

——Flashback —— 1 year before

“Oh my gosh, isn’t Steve cute?” Amy asked as she looked at Steve chopping wood with Jesse.

“He is, too bad he is taken.” Lana replied as she looked at me

“What do you mean? Steve doesn’t have a girlfriend” I asked confused

Amy looked at me and rolled her eyes.“Oh, please, we all know he’s totally into you”

I shook my head dramatically, horrified at the thought of Steve kissing me. “What? No way, we are just friends, he’s like a big brother”

Lana glared at me in disbelief “Are you infected or something? Who wouldn’t want Steve to be into them? He’s so handsome”

“Exactly, I am so jealous of you, he’s nice, he’s gorgeous, he’s strong, he’s useful…what more can you ask for?”

That night, I stayed wide awake thinking about what those girls had said to me. Steve was in fact, cute. Steve was also nice and smart. He always remembered to pick up stuff for me from his patrols, he was always kind to me, he always complimented me and supported me…he is perfect, but why can’t i manage to feel something for him? Girls are jealous of me, he says and does everything I expect him to say and do…why couldn’t I like him? What is wrong with me? I can’t get jealous when I see him trying to make me jealous, I can’t feel the butterflies every time he touches my waist, I can’t feel anything…like at all.

I was thinking about Steve and the time Steve screamed at Seth after he found out he was spreading rumors about me to the entire community when Ellie came to my mind, I thought about that time when we were joking around and messing with Seth because he told us we should let men handle the work as we were too weak to bring food to the table…we decided to go hunting and bring back some dead animals and hide them at Seth’s house, his house smelled for an entire month before he found where we had hid the remains. I also thought about the time Ellie touched my arm by accident while looking for supplies. I thought about the time she traded one of her comic books for a movie i spent ages looking for. I thought about the way she grabs her gun. I thought about the way she scratches the back of her head. I thought about her freckles. I thought about her eyes. I thought about her lips.

————End of flashback————

“Love is a strong word” I said giggling out of panic “Like, a really big big word”

“I know, and I mean it…” Steve said looking at his feet and taking a step back.

“Steve you’re a great guy, you’re amazing” I promised walking towards him. “I’m honored, truly flattered”.

I stood in front of him and raised my hands in order to touch his arms resting on both sides of his torso, i held him firmly and lightly squeezed his arms. “I have this love for you too…i admire you more than you could ever know”

Steve looked up at me and smiled, his eyes glistening

“But..” I said looking at my hands on his arms, feeling ashamed.

“But?”

“I have this love for you too…but I fear it is not the same kind of love you have for me” I said as I looked up at him. “I can’t lie to you, you do not deserve that”.

“Oh” he said taking a step back, forcing me to let go of his arms “Well, that hurts”.

“I know, and I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you”

“I know you didn’t” he said looking down at his fingers. “Are you mad?”

“Over this?, Never, I am honored, believe me, I have other things to be mad about” I joked as I walked over to the counter and handed him the beer he intended to get.

“Oh, really? Like what?” He asked trying to lighten up the conversation.

“Can you believe Ellie is hating the movie?” I said as I smiled, looking over his shoulder hoping I would be able to catch a glimpse of Ellie. “ I was just talking to her about it, it is unbelievable, how can someone be so close minded?”

Steve then quietly gasped and lightly widened his eyes, but immediately looked down at his beer and shook his head as he sadly chuckled.

“What?” I asked looking at him

He looked up at me and smiled affectionately, there was something bittersweet about the way he stared at me, I could tell he was sad. “Can we still be friends?”

I walked towards him with a smile “Of course we can, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if we weren’t”

I approached him and gave him a tight hug, I could feel some eyes on us, but I didn’t really care, Steve needed that hug.

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“Hey, where are Cat and Ellie?” I asked after chatting for a while with Steve in the kitchen.

“They’re talking outside…seems pretty serious”Jesse replied as he paused the movie.

“My guess is that —” Dina started explaining before the door flung open and Ellie came in…alone.

She sat down at the sofa looking at the tv, as if she was expecting something, we were all looking at her

“What the fuck is the problem with you all?” She asked looking at us. “Play the fucking movie”.

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“I’m gonna be heading out” Steve said as he was the last one out of Dina and Jesse to leave Ellie’s. “Hey, Y/N, you coming?”

“Yeah, I’ll stay just for a couple minutes, thank you” I kindly smiled

He gave me a half smile and turned around “Alright “

The door closed and Ellie began picking up the stuff on the floor.

“Let me help” I said as I started cleaning up the floor.

“No, don’t worry, it’s getting late”

“I don’t mind” I said as I grabbed a black garbage bag. “ This is my mess too”.

It was after a few minutes that we finished and let ourselves fall on the couch looking at the ceiling.

“Why do you do that?” I asked still looking at the ceiling.

“Why do I do what?” Ellie asked eyes closed facing upwards.

“Why do you push me away?” I questioned, I was not expecting to ask something like that, I was too much of a coward, but I guess I was just tired enough not to think about anything at all.

“What do you mean?” I heard some ruffling and felt her piercing gaze.

I couldn’t get myself to look at her, I would melt right on the spot. “Every time we have the chance to spend time alone, you try to find an excuse to get out of it….am I really that horrible?”

“What? No, i don’t do that” she said guiltily

“Yes, you do” I said as I mustered up the courage to look at her.

“Ugh…it’s not that, it’s just..” she started saying, her voice sounded frustrated, as if she had forgotten how to make a sentence.

I stood up, and grabbed my jacket. “Don’t worry, Ellie, you don’t have to explain yourself” I replied kindly

“Wait, Y/N, I want to”

I looked at her, waiting for her to say something, I gave up and shook my head laughing “See you tomorrow, Ellie”.

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AN: Hello!!!!! I just wanted to say hi and thank y’all for the support, I really appreciate it, I’m sorry if I’m torturing you all with the “will they won’t they” thing, but I’m a sucker for the slow burn plot. Let me know what u think !!!

Shoutout to @wolfchild28, a really cool person who has taken the time to give me suggestions and some encouragement words 💝💝

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