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matrixbearer2024 · 2 months

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okay hear me out

vox accidentally slips and talks about angel dust like super indirectly he goes like:

Blah blah blah I had a super bad day blah blah blah fuck my life blah blah blah cause val is pissed cause one of his whores- angel I think tried to stand up to him and blah blah blah

and reader is like

wait wait wait ‘tried to stand up to him’? What do u mean? and vox is like trying to make the situation seem not as bad as it looks (he fails epically) and reader gets mad cause how could vox just let his coworker hit his employees??

Muddled Morality

Vox x CollegeStudent!Reader

A/N: Vox ranting and Reader nearly tearing him a new one- I love their dynamic and it's actually really funny for me to write our dear (Y/N)'s on-off confused attraction to the bipedal flatscreen. Like it's so evident that they love this man, but at the same time he does something so stupid it totally shatters the rose-tinted filter he'd got going on. They're already running around in circles at this point with Mr TV head's hesitation to act on his emotions and Reader's absolute obliviousness.

A/N: It gets a little angsty towards the end but they'll be okay soon- I feel like this was just another reality check Vox needed to hear from Reader who wasn't really gonna let his shit slide lmao- anyway, I hope you guys enjoy! As always, happy reading!

Providing the tech overlord with some much needed care was one thing-

But you didn't ever pin him to be a heavy sleeper.

Until now that is.

"Vox. Vox. Wake up. Vox."

You sighed when he made a noise similar to a whine and his arms tightened around you slightly.

You'd be lucky to get out of this now without prying him off you.

Your cuddling session was going extremely well and dandy compared to what you had expected.

It just so happened that after a while, your legs were predictably going numb for staying in the same position for too long.

Not to mention that you were hungry.

"Vooooox. Get uuuuup."

You started to poke at his screen repeatedly when he still didn't react, not caring if it left fingerprints or any marks on the glass.

He deserved it for being so difficult to wake up-

When his screen finally lit up once again to show his face, it kind of took a moment for the overlord to process what was happening.

Especially when he just stared at you wide-eyed and confused before all of a sudden tactlessly shoving you off his lap.

"HEY- WHAT THE HELL DUDE!"

So say he'd gone completely autopilot was probably the understatement of the century.

Vox could barely piece any coherent thoughts together when he noticed what position the both of you were in.

It was way too intimate to merely be friendly in his opinion.

And he didn't even know for how long you both were cuddled up like that.

God could his heart just calm the fuck down?!

You gave up yelling at the overlord when you realized he was kind of spacing out.

He refused to even look at you, just pointedly staring at the floor which for whatever reason seemed more interesting at the time.

What the hell was his problem?!

"A freakin 'thank you' would've been enough you know. Either way, I'm gonna go get something to eat. Do you want anything?"

You rolled your eyes when the overlord just shook his head, you'll bring up some food later for him anyway just in case.

When the door finally shut and you had left-

Vox quickly got up from where he was sitting and started pacing around the room.

He just fell asleep on you right?

It was that and nothing else.

You just comforted him after a stressful day-

That was it.

Just very close and very platonic and friendly cuddling-

"Why, I didn't think you would simply sneak in old chap! That's quite improper of you!"

"YOU MOTHERFUCKING-"

Alastor simply laughed when his rival nearly jumped a foot in the air from his arrival.

It was entertaining seeing the ridiculous picturebox struggle with emotions, all the more when it seemed you were involved in it!

He could easily manipulate you both for entertainment and none would be the wiser.

Besides, struggling with feelings?

They weren't children anymore.

How immature!

"What do you want?"

"Oh I was just checking around the hotel as per usual. By the way, (Y/N) didn't seem to be in the bestest of moods during dinner today. Did you perchance have any part to play in that?"

The radio demon only grinned wider when he saw Vox's expression falter slightly.

Was all that irritation towards him simply for bravado?

This was quite an entertaining exchange indeed!

"Oh fuck off, that's none of your business."

"But it is old friend! I try to ensure the happiness of everyone in the hotel, including your darling dear!"

The flatscreen overlord could see through the bullshit already, but his irritation was already bubbling over into rage.

Alastor just had to get on his nerves as always.

"Don't call them that!"

Vox didn't know why he yelled that retort of all things.

True, he called you a multitude of similar petnames anyway-

But to call you his?

That was just a flat out lie.

And he didn't dare to fool himself into believing it.

"Call them what? Don't tell me a simple nickname is winding you up."

"Quit it Al. I didn't leave Vox alone just so you could come in and antagonize him."

Both overlords suddenly looked to you leaning against the doorframe of your room.

They hadn't noticed your presence in their increasingly heated back and forth.

While you were still a little irritated with your techno companion for ignoring you earlier, you found bigger issues with Alastor just snooping in your room.

Who knows what he could've been doing.

"Charlie's looking for you. So could you kindly get the hell out of my room?"

Alastor merely laughed at your grumpiness, waving you off with his signature grin as he melted back into the shadows.

He had enough playing with you both today, maybe another time.

"Little princess Morningstar isn't really looking for him is she?"

"Nope. But he's definitely one creepy fucker and I wanted him out.

Vox would've laughed at your response if he still didn't feel so awkward.

He just couldn't stop thinking too deeply into the situation you were both in earlier.

"Wanna talk about what happened today? You just zonked out on me a while ago. I didn't think you'd be that tired."

You didn't seem to find any issue with anything though, sitting atop your bed and patting a spot next to you.

And people say he's dense-

"It's been an eventful day, in all the worst possible ways."

Your flatscreen companion eventually sat down next to you and sighed.

He was just overthinking everything.

Might as well try and stay distracted.

"Ah. Valentino again?"

"Hah, if only."

You simply listened to Vox as he went on and ranted about his day.

You were astounded to hear about so many things going wrong in quick succession.

It's like Murphy's law had somehow slapped your techno friend in the face.

'Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong.'

Yeah, that seemed pretty accurate.

"Then he stormed my earlier broadcast throwing a fit and bitching about Angel trying to stand up to him-"

Okay, wait.

Hold the fucking phone.

"What do you mean 'trying'?"

Vox's ranting immediately hit the brakes at your question.

He really shouldn't have mentioned that-

Or at least worded it a little differently.

How was he going to explain this to you???

"Doll, you know I mentioned Val doesn't like it when his employees dish out some attitude-"

"And you also mentioned he can be a huge piece of shit. Angel wouldn't lash out unless he was provoked."

You practically had the overlord cornered, your serious gaze was making him squirm.

It was totally different from the gentleness you'd graced him with earlier.

"Vox."

He'd never heard you mention his name that sternly before.

In fact, you were even starting to look a little angry.

Shit.

"(Y/N), what ever happens in the studio is none of my concern-"

"So Angel can't even save himself if Valentino decides to be an abhorrent bastard for the day?! Don't you have fucking cameras everywhere?!"

It was either your words or your pained tone struck a cord in the overlord.

You knew, it was in the way his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes narrowed.

He was attempting to do damage control, and you were just not having it.

"You know, he comes back covered in bruises after those shoots sometimes. As far as I'm concerned despite being a pornstar he's really not supposed to!"

Vox didn't know what was genuinely worse.

The fact he'd unintentionally upset you because of his actions-

Or the fact you cared so much about Angel Dust.

He'd never felt any remorse towards the spider back then, only growing annoyed with him for taking so much of Valentino's attention away.

Even now, despite visiting the hotel and getting to know the others better because of you-

He still didn't bother understanding or even sympathizing with anyone's situation aside from you or himself.

He didn't need to.

Then again, was there even a need to at the start with you?

"Why- just- FUCK! Why can't you fucking care Vox?! Why is it just me?!"

It's because I love you.

The overlord merely scowled at you lecturing him.

Those few words he couldn't bring himself to say.

The courage had quickly evaporated when you grew upset at his nonchalance.

Right.

He didn't care.

And still you were the exception.

His guilt only grew when seeing the pain in your eyes.

Vox knew you made friends with most of the hotel's residents.

Save a certain radio demon-

But he wasn't aware to what extent you cared.

You really were too good for him.

Too good to be down here in hell even.

You only grew more irritated at your companion's silence.

Returning his glare with your own as your hands were furiously balled at your sides.

It took all your focus not to start hitting and swinging at his flatscreen head.

Well, he deserved it-

And still you chose not to.

It wasn't like you hated the special treatment from Vox-

Hell, it was flattering and even outright cute sometimes.

But the fact he could so easily turn a blind eye to some issues he had the power to stop-

You wanted to beat some common sense and human decency into this idiot.

The two of you sat in silence for a while until Vox suddenly got up and headed to the window.

You were about to scoff at him running away from the situation until he spoke.

"I'll see what I can do. But I make no promises."

You didn't see his face but his voice was barely above a whisper.

The overlord's tone wavering and uncertain but masked with irritation.

Not that you had any time to reply when your friend was abruptly gone in a bolt of blue electricity.

Possibly already well on his way back to the tower to care for his hellish empire.

Neither of you ever had an argument this explosive since you were alive.

And even then it was because of something stupid you couldn't remember.

But it wasn't so different compared to now.

So why was your heart aching unbearably-?

You shook your head and stormed out of your room.

Fuck it.

You needed a drink.

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airaibunny · 9 months

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dom!yujin x sub!fem!reader - “more than studying” (warnings: smut, first time/inexperience, high school AU, praise, scissoring, breast play, begging)

a/n: requested! omg i’m sorry about the length, i just started writing shit and i didn’t realize how long it was. it wasn’t gonna be an au at first, but i decided against that. i know i’m trying a lot of firsts lately, but this is my first time writing an au, i ask u guys to please give me feedback as per usual. but um, ig hopefully i didn’t fuck it up that much

word count: 3.3k

everybody knows who ahn yujin is. she’s your high school’s “it” girl. you’re not exactly her friend, you don’t even know if she knows who you are. despite this, you can’t help but be completely captivated with her, but not in the way you should be.

all of the other girls look at her with envy. they swarm around her like bugs, they all want to be in her place. on the contrary, you look at her completely enamored. you have memorized every feature on her face, even if you’ve never gotten an up close look at them. the things you think about while looking at her are criminal, but you can’t stop yourself.

if only she’d give you the time of day. you often daydream about her asking you to hang out, or flat out kissing you in the middle of the hallway. but she’s never acknowledged you in the slightest. you’d love to get close to her, but you’re much too sheepish to do so yourself.

her usual flock of friends run to greet her when she walks in the front door of the school. you watch from afar for a few seconds, but quickly run to class in fear of being late.

your grades are entirely too important to jeopardize them for one more meaningless look at yujin. you’re very intelligent, top of your class in fact. you don’t live up to the tv-nerd stereotype however; you’re very pretty. you don’t indulge in vanity though, you hate being the center of attention and don’t crave praise for your looks.

you hear the bell ring and impatiently await the teacher. first period is dreadful to sit through because you can’t stop looking at the clock in anticipation; the only class you have with yujin is the one right after this.

your teacher rushes into the classroom, apologizing for the delay. you quietly sit through today’s lecture, sometimes catching yourself thinking about yujin and not paying attention.

the bell finally rings and you bolt up from your spot, packing up erratically and speeding out the door. you walk down the hallway as fast as you can and into your second period classroom. you sit at your usual spot in the front, closest to the teacher.

you watch the door like a hawk, waiting for yujin to walk in. when she finally does, you abruptly turn away, not wanting her to see you looking her way. you think she’s just going to walk past you and go sit in the back like she routinely does, but you freeze when she sits right next to you.

fuck.

you can feel your heart skip at beat as she takes out her notebook. you’ve obviously been this close to her before, but never for an extended period of time.

“shit. do you have a pen?”

your eyes widen at the remark. you turn your head to look at her, shaking. “yeah, here you go.” you nervously smile, holding out your hand with your own pen. “is this the only one you have? i don’t want to take it if it is.” you pull out another pen from your pencil case and hold it up to show her. she smiles and takes the pen your previously offered.

you turn back to the front, trying to stay calm. that was the longest (and the only) conversation you’ve ever had with her.

“wait, you’re the really smart girl. y/n, right?” you turn back to face her, in shock that she’s still talking to you. “yes, i am.” you hide your hands in your lap in fear that she might notice how shaky you are. “please drop the honorifics, they’re really not necessary.”

you agree with a nod, but you’re squealing inside. the ahn yujin just asked you to speak to her informally. does this mean you’re friends?

she gives you a big grin and you give her one back. “your smile is so cute!” your breathing hitches, did she just compliment you?

“oh, thank you.” you practically whisper to her, too flustered to raise your voice. “of course!”

the bell rings and you’re left to think about your interaction in complete silence. paying attention is extraneously hard, how are you supposed to concentrate when she just complimented you?

you keep looking at her throughout the entire class, but you make sure it’s not noticiable.

you sigh to yourself a bit when it’s over, upset at having to leave yujin. you start packing, but you stop when she starts talking to you again.

“oh my god, did you understand all of that?” you nod, trying to seem cool about the situation even though you are most definitely freaking out internally. “ugh, how? you should tutor me, like, i’m 100% serious. i’m really close to failing this class and i don’t know how my parents will react if i do.”

you’re pretty sure you completely stop breathing. tutoring yujin would mean spending time with her, alone. could you really trust yourself to do that?

“um, i could…” she stands up and you’re forced to look up at her since you’re still sitting. you suddenly feel even more nervous than before. “oh my god! really? that’d be amazing. i don’t have any smart friends. you’re my first.”

she just called you her friend.

this didn’t exactly what you want to be, but it’s a step in the right direction. “oh, that’s great!” you smile again and she giggles. “yeah! how about we hang out after school? you can try to explain whatever it is that the teacher was saying, and then we can just talk if you want.” you nod while still smiling, but you try to dissimulate how truly ecstatic you are.

“okay, can we meet at your house?” you nod again. “let me put my number in your phone.” you immediately hand your phone to her. you can’t believe she’s giving you her number. you quietly watch as she makes a contact for herself and hands your phone back. she took a selfie for her contact picture and named herself “yujin-ah🩷”

“let’s meet up outside the school gates after school, okay?” you nod for the hundredth time and she waves goodbye at you. you sloppily pack up as you realize how much time you and yujin spent talking after class.

the rest of the day goes by dismally slow. you sit through every class tapping your pen on your desk and shaking your leg. you blankly stare at the clock during your last class of the day, anticipating every move of the handle.

when the bell finally rings you almost hurt yourself getting up. you stuff all of your things into your backpack, which is very out of character for you. you hurriedly run outside and to the school entrance. you stand there, looking in every direction to see if yujin was coming.

“hey y/n!” she somehow sneaks up behind you and startles you. “oh, sorry.”

“no, don’t apologize, it’s okay.” you smile at her and stop her from bowing. “well, do you want to get going?” you nod and start walking away in front of her, but she links her arm in yours. you continue walking, but you can feel your cheeks and ears getting hot.

“am i being to forward, is that why you won’t talk to me?” you harshly turn your head towards her and furrow your brows. “no! not at all, i just don’t talk to a lot of people.” she stays silent for a few seconds. “oh. well, you can talk to me freely, seriously.”

“oh, okay.” you surprisingly talk the entire way to your house, taking her up on her word. sometimes you think you’re being too much, but they way she’s attentively looking at you encourages you to go on.

when you finally arrive at your house, you lead her inside and lock the door behind you. “i forgot to tell you my parents are at work, we’re alone.”

“that’s fine, i don’t mind.” you take her to the living room and ask her if she can unpack both of your supplies from your backpacks while you get a snack. she nods and you disappear into the kitchen, finally letting it sink in that she is at your house.

you take a few minutes to compose yourself before going outside with a few apple slices and drinks.

“are you ready?” she asks, lifting her eyebrows. you nod and sit down beside her.

you explain the material to her for about two hours before she decides she’s ready to give up for the day. she follows through with your agreement and just talks to you for a while. you listen to her every word very attentively. you’re still in awe that she’s treating you like this.

“it’s getting dark, i should probably head home.” you help her pack up and walk her to the front door. you try just waving goodbye, but she gives you a hug. you hug her back, smiling to yourself. “we should do this again!”

“yeah!”

and you did. you and yujin met up almost every day for the next month. your amazement died down after you got fully acquainted, but your crush has only grown stronger. now that you two are so close, you feel more immersed in her than ever. you’ve had to stop yourself from kissing her multiple times, and you can barely look at her without a vulgar thought popping into your head. will you ever be able to tell her?

“are your parents home?” she asks when she meets you at your usual spot outside the school. “yeah, they are.” you nod along with your sentence, curious about why she’d ask that. “can we go to my house today?” you find her second question stranger than the first, but you agree with her nonetheless. “awesome, let’s go.”

this is your first time going to yujin’s house. you wonder why she chose today, and if your parents being home influenced her decision. you brush it off, thinking she just feels like being alone.

she’s very quiet on the way to her house which is usually not how she acts. you’re both normally loudly laughing and making silly remarks on your walks after school. why is she acting so strange?

you get to her house and she pushes you inside, making you stumble a bit. you shoot her a ‘what the fuck’ look, but she’s facing away from you and locking the door.

“lets go upstairs.” she takes your hand and drags you up the stairs, not letting you respond. “where are your parents?” she doesn’t bother to look back at you.

“not here.”

a sudden thought pops into your head. the fact that she asked to go to her house because she knew her parents weren’t home is strange, what does she want to do? it can’t possibly be what you’re thinking. she just thinks of you as a friend, there’s absolutely no way.

she shoves you inside her room and turns around to lock that door as well. you giggle in confusion and somewhat fear. “are we doing some top secret studying, what’s going on?”

she drops her backpack on the floor and walks up to you to do the same to yours.

“we’re not studying, but it is top secret.”

with that, she grabs your face and crashes her lips into yours without a warning.

your mind stops working for a second and you just let yourself melt into the kiss. her lips feel infinitely better than you imagined. they’re smooth and pillowy, you can’t help but imagine how they’d feel elsewhere. you part your lips, allowing her to push her tongue inside your mouth. you try fighting her for dominance with your own, but she ultimately wins.

you can feel the slick running onto your underwear just from kissing her.

she only pulls away when you’re both gasping for air. “is this okay?” you respond by smiling and pulling her back in, wrapping your arms around her neck. “you’re so pretty. can you smile for me again?” you comply and she looks down at your shirt, slightly tugging at it.

“can i take this off?” you shamelessly nod and help her pull your shirt over your head. her hands land on your waist, pulling you closer to her. “have you ever done this before?” she brings her lips to your neck. “no…” she stops to look at you with a sickeningly sweet smile. “okay, i’ll be very gentle.”

she plants a kiss on your forehead and goes back to your neck. she leaves sloppy kisses and bruises all over it, earning soft moans from you. one of her hands moves to your back and unclasps your bra. you let it fall, but cover yourself with your hands.

“don’t cover up pretty girl, let me see.” she moves your arms out of the way and stares at your chest. your face turns red with embarrassment and she immediately notices. “don’t worry, there’s no need to be shy.”

she takes one of your breasts into her hand and pulls you in for another kiss with the other. you moan at the sensation of her hand on your tits, but also at the puddle forming on your underwear. you become hyperaware of the fact that she’s still fully clothed and whine out in frustration while pulling at her shirt.

“yujin-ah…” she quickly catches on to what you want and practically rips her shirt off. she lets you take off her bra and throws it on the ground. you stand frozen for a second, not knowing what to do next.

“do you want to touch?” you nod, but hesitate to bring your hands forward. she rolls her eyes with a smile and grabs them, placing them directly on top of her breasts. your face turns scorching once more, which earns another giggle from her.

“do you need me to guide you?” you nod again and she brings her hands to yours, making you caress her breasts. you let it happen, completely astounded at the fact that this is happening. you’re enjoying getting to touch her, but it’s just making you focus more on the wetness growing between your legs.

luckily, yujin notices how squirmy you’re being. “do you want to move on?” you respond to her verbally this time. “yes, please.” you see that same provocative smile spread across her lips, so you make an mental note of your response.

she unzips her skirt and lets it fall to the ground. she does the same to her underwear and you nearly faint. you’re completely sure you’re awake, but this still feels unreal. you watch the sway of her hips as she walks to the bed and sits down, beckoning you closer. you comply and walk in front of her.

she places her hands at either sides of your shorts and slightly tugs them down. “is this okay?” she pauses for a second but you give her your consent to keep going. she pulls your shorts and underwear off, leaving you completely bare. she holds onto your thighs and leans in to plant a soft kiss on your abdomen while looking up at you.

you twitch at the feeling of her lips and gasp a bit. she chuckles to herself and pulls you onto her lap. “i love making you so flustered, it’s so cute.” she leans in for another peck on the lips before moving on to your neck once again.

she uses one of her hands to massage your thigh and the other to do the same to your breasts. she continues marking you for a few minutes, making you whine out with her every move.

the hand on your thigh moves further up, stopping to ask you for permission. “can i touch you?” you remember her reaction to your previous response and answer in the same way. “mhm, please, yujin-ah.” she doesn’t need to hear another word before she brings her fingers to your core.

you let a loud moan escape your lips and hold on to her shoulders. you hear her breathing get shaky and wonder what’s wrong.

“you’re fucking soaked.”

your state is clearly eliciting a physical reaction from her because her hand feels shaky. “are you sure you want to keep going?” you whine in annoyance again and lift her face up to your own to give her a kiss.

“stop asking, please just go. ruin me, please.”

you don’t know where your sudden boldness came from, but yujin seems pleasantly surprised. “okay pretty girl, whatever you want.” she begins rubbing small circles on your clit and you immediately become a mess.

her lips land on your breasts, she sucks on them, leaving more red marks everywhere. you push her head farther into you, earning small laughs and witty remarks.

you feel a paralyzing knot building in your stomach and tighten your grip on yujin’s hair. her fingers speed up, sensing that you’re on the edge. her agility is impressive, you’re amazed that she’s not tired.

“yujin…” you whimper, causing her to detach from your chest and plant a kiss on your lips. “it’s okay. i’ve got you, go ahead.”

you feel the pressure release as soon as she finishes her sentence. you instinctively bury your face into her neck as your hips stagger to a stop. she keeps her fingers pressed against your clit, gradually slowing until you’re completely done.

“you were amazing, princess.” she strokes your hair, letting you calm down and regain your normal breathing pattern.

once you’re back to normal, she moves you out of her lap and onto the bed. she’s pushes you, making you fall on your back. she positions herself on top of you and bends down to kiss you.

“can you lift your leg for me?” you oblige without thinking about it, your mind is so foggy, you’d do anything she asked you for. “good job, you’re so good at following directions.” you feel the familiar heat return to your core with that sentence and become immediately impatient.

she brings one of her legs over yours which leaves her core hovering over your own. you think she’s going to let her hips fall, but she brings her face to your breasts again, continuing to tease you.

“yujin, no teasing. please, just sit.”

you push her face away from your chest to look at her in the eyes. she licks her lips and chuckles down at you. “you’re such a needy girl. you’re lucky i don’t feel like being mean.”

you mutter another ‘please’ at her and she finally gives you what you want. your hips jerk forward as soon as you come in contact with her core, which earns a small moan form her. you take her breasts in your hands without thinking about it, playing with them exactly like she showed you earlier.

her hips move at a steady pace. your legs twitch a bit every time her clit brushes against yours. you’re both extremely loud, you’re very thankful her parents aren’t home. she looks absolutely heavenly on top of you. you can feel yourself inching closer to the edge every time her eyes meet yours and she shoots you a smirk.

she leans back, resting on her hands. your own hands leave her breasts and go to her thighs. she speeds up and her pace becomes erratic.

you think she might cum first, but you suddenly feel a wave of ecstasy wash over you. you dig your nails into her thigh, causing her to whine out. she keeps the same sporadic pace going for a few seconds until she finishes as well.

you can feel her juices leaking out onto your folds and mixing with your own. her bangs are stuck to her forehead with sweat and the air around you feels thick. you’re both gasping as yujin halts her movements.

“did you like that?” she leans down to kiss you and whispers against your lips. “mhm.” you smile at her. “i love your smile so much.” she drags her thumb across your bottom lip and looks down at your chest. her eyes widen when she finally sees what she did.

“sorry i left so many marks.”

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milaisreading · 1 year

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Hello, I love the headcanons of blue lock and reader being their manager and they being simple, I don't know if you can make one where they see how reader someone is flirting with reader it could be Kaiser or sae I want to see them jealous only if it's to your liking write this idea if it's not right

Author: Sorry! I let my imagination wander a little, but it stayed close to the theme in some way! Hope u like it and thanks for the request🩷

Warnings ⚠️: Reader uses she/her. Manga spoilers. No other warnings really. Requests are open

⚽️Blue lock is owned by: Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️

If the Blue Lock building was busy before, then it sure was bussier now with the teams of Bastard München, Manshine city, PXG, Barcha and Ubers coming together to train with the Blue Lock members. The staff was pretty busy and (Y/n) tried her best to help then up, but with the fact that she has to be with the team majority of the time, it was hard.

Right now it was one of the rare moments when (Y/n) got to sit down in the past few days. In the dining area we're just her, Anri, some Manshine and München players eating or just talking.

"Fill out this form, (Y/n). (Y/n)?" Anri called out as the girl kept staring at a certain table being occupied by the Bastard München players.

"He is kind of cute..." (Y/n) muttered shyly to Anri, who immediately looked up from her papers. She barely ever heard (Y/n) talk about anyone in such a way, let alone a guy, so this was a very important information to her!

"Who?" Anri wondered, looking at the table with the German team as (Y/n) snapped out of her daydream and covered up her red face.

"The Bastard player over there.... his smile is so adorable." (Y/n) admitted, not noticing the sly smile on Anri's face.

"My my... is (Y/n) in love?"

"No! I mean... I never even talked to the guy."

"Well, you can change that. Didn't you spend some time in Germany for a exchange program?" Anri questioned as (Y/n) nodded her head. The woman slapped her on the back and gave her an encouraging look.

"You will have something in common then. Just try it out."

"Maybe you are right..."

As the two talked, neither noticed Nagi's frozen form nearby. Although he wasn't someone who would evesdrop, especially on (Y/n), he couldn't help hearing the part of her possibly liking a Bastard München player. The boy gulped and as quietly made his way to the exit, hoping he will find the other Blue Lock players before (Y/n) could make a move on Kaiser.

'Seriously?! Why that bastard of all people?! He is so obnoxious!' Nagi thought as jealousy made its way into his heart.

"Kaiser, I think the manager is into you. She has been staring at our table for a while." The blonde boy stopped his conversation with Ness and both looked at the said table. Kaiser made eye contact with the girl and she immediately looked away, face red from embarrassment.

"Is that so?"

"Well, you do get a lot of looks from girls in Germany Kaiser, not surprised that it's the same case in Japan." Ness added truthfully, feeding his ego more than needed. The boy thought for a moment and looked back at the table, watching as she followed the older woman out of the room.

"Well, might as well give the fan the attention she wants. When are we playing against Yoichi?"

"In about 3 hours." Another player answered, dreading Kaiser's plan already.

"Kaiser?! Michael Kaiser?!" Reo and Hiori yelled in shock as Nagi finished explaining what he had heard in the dining hall. Baro and Kunigami already were cracking their knuckles and Rin was about to rip his hair out.

'Great! While I am over here trying to keep my bastard brother away, that dude had to catch her attention.'

"What about Kaiser? Are we talking about how much of a clown he is?" Isagi laughed as him, Chigiri and Bachira walked into the locker room.

"No! He might be a clown, but he seems to be (Y/n)'s type!" Karasu said as he fell to the floor dramatically and Aryu huffed in disgust.

"He isn't even worthy of her glancing at him, let alone being the object of her affection. Oh I need to give (Y/n) a lesson in class and taste." Aryu said, ready to rip the blonde boy's hair out.

"You... you are joking, right?! Is it April 1st or something?!" Bachira yelled but Reo shook his head, pointing at a shaking Nagi.

"Nagi heard her say that to Teieri-san. He said she was pointing at his table and blushing. This is a tragedy." Yukimiya said sounding more upset by each word.

"We need to stop this from evolving into something more than just a crush." Niko said as Kurona and Gagamaru nodded their heads.

"And how will we do that? It's not like we have any rights to tell (Y/n) what she can say or do." Chigiri said.

"I will just beat Kaiser up, that will keep him away!" Bachira said with a wide grin.

"No, you will get in trouble for it! We need something else." Isagi argued, mad that one of his worst rivals had to catch their manager's attention.

"Well, if we all know (Y/n) correctly, she will stop he activities as soon as one of us needs help. We just got to pretend to be helpless with some tasks." Otoya said, and the rest thought it over for a minute.

"That's not so bad. (Y/n) isn't the kind of girl to abandon her work or friends for some guy, much less Kaiser." Gagamaru finally spoke up, earning a nod from Rin.

"Alright then. For the next few days we are pretending to be stupid, although some of you don't need to pretend." Rin said as he rolled his eyes.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Baro questioned.

"Some of you will call (Y/n) at any opportunity when you have basic tasks to do, for example tying your shoelaces."

"Now you aren't the one to talk, you always pretend to not know how to put bandages properly on." Kunugami added, earning a laugh from Hiori and Bachira.

"That happened once!"

"Not even you believe that." Chigiri and Gagamaru snickered. Isagi kept quiet during the whole ordeal, already preparing to beat Kaiser on the field.

'I am not going to lose (Y/n) to that obnoxious guy. Why did he have to get her attention of all people.'

"Let's just hope Kaiser's lap dog won't catch onto us." Yukimiya's comment caused the rest to laugh, finding the name fitting for Ness.

"Hmmm... and the towels are here! I think everything is ready for the match. I wonder how Isagi feels knowing he had to play against the guy he despises the most and the one he adores." (Y/n) chuckled, remembering how much he insulted Kaiser before the teams arrived.

'Well he does seem full of himself sometimes.'

The girl cringed a little at the thought of the blonde, and just as her luck wanted it, he walked up to her.

"Hey, you must be the manager. (L/n) (Y/n), right?"

The girl blinked a few times and nodded her head, wondering why he walked up to her.

"Yeah... do you or the team need something? I can go get someone!" (Y/n) said, hoping nothing was missing. Kaiser chuckled a little and shook his head.

"Not really, well now that I think of it I might do need something."

"Huh? What is it? Water, towels? Do you want to talk with-"

"Actually, your number would be a good start."

(Y/n) stopped in her rambling and looked at the smiling boy blankly.

"Why would I give you my number?" The girl wondered.

"Well you seem like just my type, so why not get to know each other. I don't offer this to anyone, you know."

"I-" (Y/n) was too stunned for a moment. While yes Kaiser was objectively good-looking and talented, he wasn't that important to her.

"I-I got to go. If you need something else a staff member will help you."

Kaiser was left confused for a moment, thinking she was shy, but that wasn't it.

'It's like she doesn't care? As if she wasn't eyeing me this morning.' Kaiser was offended by now and as (Y/n) was about to speak again, the Blue Lock members interrupted her.

"(Y/n)! Can you help me with my knee brace?"

"I need help with my laces too!" Chigiri and Nagi yelled and Reo pulled her away from Kaiser, who watched the scene in confusion.

"Sure, where is your brace?" (Y/n) asked, shaking her shock away as she looked at Chigiri. Reo and Nagi used the opportunity to glare at the German.

"Leave."

"Don't you have a warm-up with that team of yours? Leave our manager alone." Baro and Kunigami warned as they stood in front of Kaiser, blocking his view at the girl.

'Where did they come from? And moreover, why was she so nonchalant now?' Kaiser wondered.

The game went better than Ego expected, his team didn't have a hard time catching up to the others and they even scored some great goals. The team was quite bloodhugry after they heard Kaiser tried to make a move on (Y/n), so they did their best to intimidate him on the field, which was mostly thanks to Rin, Isagi, Baro and Nagi. After (Y/n) and Anri congratulated them, they started cleaning up, not noticing Kaiser approaching them.

"Not him again...and the lap dog is here too." Otoya rolled his eyes as Isagi and Rin got up.

"Maybe we should go and get something to drink!"

"Yeah, I am thirsty!" Hiori and Kurona said quickly, earning weirded out looks by the girl.

"I just gave you water. You know Ego-san doesn't allow you any sugary liquid right now."

"Yeah, but we need more water!" Bachira suddenly said. Anri rolled her eyes at their childish behavior and pulled (Y/n) by the arm.

"Use this opportunity now." Anri whispered, pushing (Y/n) towards where Kaiser was.

"I... I don't know. He will probably think it's weird."

"Shut up."

Anri said harshly, sending a glare towards Yukimiya who tried to say something. The two approached the 3 arguing boys and the silent one.

'This is a bad idea...'

"Hey, you are Ness, right?" The magenta haired boy raided his eyebrow and looked away from Kaiser.

"Yes?"

"(Y/n) here wants to speak with you." Anri said as she left the girl in front of Ness and pulled Rin and Isagi away, embarrassed at their behavior. Kaiser kept quiet, wondering why she was acting so nervous around Ness of all people.

'What am I missing?'

"How can I help you?" Ness asked with his usual smile.

'It looks so cute!' The girl thought.

"I-I wanted to say you did a very great job today. Y-you are really talented!"

"Ah? Really? Thank you, but it wasn't anything special. I do way more during official games." Ness said, a little bit embarrassed by the compliments.

"That must be great then! I hope I will get to watch you play for real soon. Oh!" (Y/n) took her phone out and showed it to Ness.

"I wanted to ask if I could get your phone number. You seem really nice to talk to."

The magenta haired boy blinked a few times, then looked at a flabbergasted Kaiser and then back at (Y/n).

"Aren't you interested in Kaiser? I saw you staring at him today." The boy asked in confusion. (Y/n) felt her already red face get even redder and she shook her head.

"Well... I was staring, won't deny that. But I was actually looking at you, Kaiser was just in the way you could say..." (Y/n) admitted.

'I?! I was in the way of Ness?! What movie did I wake up to?' Kaoser thought as he watched Ness nod his head and typing in his phone number. Feeling a small boost in confidence, Ness spoke up as (Y/n) put her phone away.

"Hey, dinner is in about an hour or so, want to eat together? Since you want to get to know me."

"S-sure!" (Y/n) answered with a shy smile.

Anri cheered as Ego watched the scene in boredom, wondering what the big fuss over it was. Meanwhile the boys were left defeated at the fact that (Y/n) picked Alexis Ness over all of them. Their only saving grace was that the German team will stay in Japan for 2 more days and then leave. After that they can use the time to get (Y/n)'s mind off of the magenta haired boy.

"I need (Y/n)'s eyesight to be checked..." Yukimiya muttered as Aryu nodded his head, refusing to admit defeat.

"Will you stop filming, Shidou?" Loki warned the pink-eyed boy, who was fighting back the urge to laugh.

"What are you talking about? This is gold, Loki! I need to show this to Sae."

"Why him?" The coach of PXG asked in confusion as Shidou put his phone away.

"He has been trying to get close to (Y/n) for a while and failed each time. Imagine his face when a newcomer did it so effortlessly."

Loki sighed in defeat at Shidou's immature behavior.

"Let a brother breath..." He muttered.

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randomperson3736 · 10 months

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It's all my fault

Paring(s): Lo'ak x twin! Reader, Neteyam x sister! Reader, Neytiri x daughter! Reader, Jake sully x daughter! Reader, Tuk x sister! Reader, Kiri x sister! Reader, the sully's x reader

Genre: angst, kinda fluff

Warning(s): Character death, wounds, blood, crying, sad, fighting, get punched, swearing

Word bank: Y/N- your name, Ewya- great Mother

Notes: I am so sorry that this has taken so long for me to write/post and the reason for it is because I've been having some trouble finding ideas on how this part 2 is gonna go but thankfully I found some and I really hope u enjoy. Also I put a link to part 1 if Ur new to this mini series. P.S it was kinda rushed so it may suck.

(Listen to this while reading)👇👇👇

Part 1

TAG LIST: @sully-stick-together , @users09, @bobojojoba69 ---- I am so sorry I couldn't add some of the people who asked to be added 🙏

Y/N ran for what felt like forever, even though in reality it was just a few minutes. Tears stained her face but she didn't care about that since more kept rolling down from her yellow eyes. Her heart was pumping in chest, shallow breaths could be heard. She tripped on a fallen tree branch, her body trembling to the floor. Y/N didn't bother getting up, so she just curled up into a ball and sobbed. She thought back to the earlier event with Lo'ak. Never in her whole life had she seen him so angry, and never has he ever snapped at her once not even when she was annoying.

She felt like she had pushed too hard on him but deep deep down she knew it wasn't his fault, it was his. Soon her red, puffy eyes started to close as sleep took very quickly. Y/N could hear the soft breeze flowing though the trees and brushes, it also tickled her skin as her neck hairs stood up. But little did the young girl knew a massive Strom was coming and it wasn't just any ordinary Strom, this Strom started long before any one of her siblings were born this Strom has been going on for a long time. And it was ready for its revenge.

~timeskip~

Lo'ak didn't know where his twin was, no one did. His mother and Neteyam had been looking for her for atleast 2 hours and there has been no sign of her anywhere. Worry and guilt started to fill his stomach as his mind conjured up the worst case scenario. Her dead. Non-breathing Unmoving. Her blood everywhere. He tried to shake that thought off but it was still there lingering around the back of his mind.

In the background, he could hear Tuk crying as Kiri tried to comfort her but he knew she needed to be comfort juts as much. He knew it was his fault. He knew what he did was wrong and that he shouldn't have done it. He knew he needed to find her cause somewhere deep down in his stomach he knew where he was. So he slipped away making sure no one saw him as he ran off into the forest to find his twin.

~back to Y/N~

When she woke up again, she hadn't realised how long she had been asleep. Y/N didn't even know where she was. Suddenly large hands grabbed her, pulling her roughly up on her feet. She tried to scream but before she could cold metal touched her skin.

"You so much as scream or yell out for help... I'll blow your brains out" his voice was deep, sounded like he had no soul. Y/N just nodded not wanting to provoking him and possibly getting killed. She looked up to see atleast a glimpse of her so called kidnapper. She noticed the human like clothing he was wearing. He was an avatar. Probably from her father's past. She just hoped her father and mother or someone would find her before it becomes too late. But she knew that if someone didn't find her in time the worse will happen. So, she did the most stupid thing she has ever done. She bit down on his arm, hard. Very hard. The guy yelled out in pain before he turned around to face her. "You fucking bitch!"

The next thing she knew a loud bang could be heard and then everything went black.

~back to Lo'ak~

He could hear someone yelling in the distance, sounded human? He been in contact with fake Na'vi before and he definitely didn't like them. Lo'ak pulled at his knife, grip tight around it. He prayed to Ewya that Y/N was okay, she had to be, she needed to be. He couldn't lose her. She was the only one who understood him and never thought of him as a fake.

*BANG*

His head moved towards the direction of the loud bang, his briads covering his eye. His heart was beating so fast and so hard against his chest he thought it was going to pop out. He started to run towards the danger not caring about the out come he just needed to know that his twin, his ride or die wasn't at the end of that bullet.

A body soon came in view, it seemed to be covered in blood. As he got closer he finally saw who that body belong to. It was Y/N. His twin. His best friend. Tears started to form in his eyes as he pushed his legs faster. Faster to get to her. Faster to make sure she's live and not dead.

"Y/N!" Lo'ak's voice was shaking, fear feeling his stomach. He dropped om to his knees hard. Probably gonna leave a couple cuts on it but he didn't care all he cared about is her. "L-lo'ak?" Her was so quite, also like a whisper. He carefully moved her head onto his lap, making sure to put pressure on the gun shot wound on her lower abdomen. She let out a pained sob as more pain shot through her body. "Sorry, sorry. I know it hurts but I have to put pressure on it"

Y/N just started up at him still trying to process what happened just a few minutes ago. Her eyes slowly started to feel heavy but she tried to fight it just for a little longer. "Keep your eyes open" he spoke sternly, panting as he desperately spoke to her. Fixing his hand on her bleeding wound to try and stop the blood from leaving her body. Not once had she seen him look so vulnerable, so desperate. "Stay with me, don't-don't close your eyes" his voice was laced with something unfamiliar, a tone which Y/N had never from him before. Desperation was it? No, it was something more, something more painful.

"Y/N damn it" he cursed under his breath, holding her limp body now on his lap. His voice now filled with panic, "Please" that one word. That very word seemed to be so much more painful than the wound on her stomach, was it his tone? Was it the way he said it? Or was it the way his eyes looked, the way his eyes stained with tears.

Y/N could barely think, but everything looked clear despite the tears that clouded her eyes. The pain in her heart was greater than the pain from her stomach. Y/N wasn't ready, she wasn't ready to leave him, not ready to leave her family, not when she still had so much to live for. "Lo'ak" her weak voice called out for him. Perhaps his mind was playing a trick on him but he saw that same old smile om her face, a weak smile but it was still the same. "No" he cuts Y/N off, he couldn't hear what she was about to say, he refused to. Lo'ak knew exactly what she was planning in saying and he's far from accepting it. "Save your energy, don't-"

"I'm sorry, L-lo'ak"

"Y/N you can't, I can't" tears started to fall faster down his face now. "I'm the one who should be sorry, you have nothing-" Y/N cut him off by placing her hand on his cheek, wiping the tears that slipped away. "No. You don't have to apologise, Lo'ak" he cried quietly, but he felt everything all at once at that moment. Nuzzling his face into her now cold hand, weeping uncontrollably, no caring about who saw. "I can't do this without you. I-i'm so sorry about yelling at you, I d-didn't mean too just please don't leave me"

"Y/N please" he pleads, but he knew she was growing more weak by the clock. "Lo'ak. Y-you have to let me go" her hand slipped from his face as her eyes relaxed as her pupils widened, the blood stopped gushing out from the wound on her stomach and her heart stopped just as her chest went flat with her very last breath. "Y/N?" He looked down at her now limp body. "Y/N?! NO, NO, NO! PLEASE!" Lo'ak let out a pained scream, a scream that could be heard from the village. That scream got the attention of his family, making them run off into a sprint trying to find the source of the pained scream.

Neteyam and Jake were the first ones on scene and the site in front of them made their whole worlds come crashing down in one blow. Jake's body went numb, his expressen was emotionless, but his eyes told another story as tears rolled down his face. He started at his daughter, he couldn't except the fact that his babygirl was gone for good. He could hear his family's sobs from beside him, as he watched Lo'ak pulled his twin closer to his chest begging for some sort of sign that she was still alive but he knew that she was with Ewya now. "Y/N NO PELASE! OH, GREAT MOTHER PLEASE!" Lo'ak's voice was scratchy, shouting Y/N's name over and over again. His sobs were loud and controllable, he cried out for their great Mother begging her to bring his twin back. But deep down he knew she was never coming back. Neytiri moved closer to their son and fallen daughter, taking her limp hand into her own trying to find that familiar warmth that was always there but it cold.

Neteyam moved to sit next to Lo'ak with Y/N's unmoving body still in his lap. Neteyam knew that he and thier father had to move her body but he was frozen in place. He couldn't process it, no one could. He watched his father moved slowly towards Lo'ak to try and get their sister out of his grip. But surprisingly Lo'ak let go without trying to fight it. He looked so empty, almost like a shell you find at beach. It broke Neteyam's heart to see his brother like it but he knew he couldn't do anything to help with the pain Lo'ak was feeling m.

Neteyam watches as his mother sobs and screams over their loss as his tears fall onto his little sister's thigh. He places his hand on lo'ak's shoulder trying to comfort him in some way, but he knew that even himself couldn't stop the feeling of emptiness in his heart cause he too had that exact same hole in his. Lo'ak started at his shaking hands that were covered in his twin's blood. His head tilts back as he realised he just lost his twin sister, the one person who was always there for him when he had a nightmare or when their father would yell at him. She was the one soul that never thought of him as a freak or as an outcast and now she was gone. All beacuse of him. She was died because of his stupid mistake.

~sad bonus~

(Set four weeks after Y/N's death)

Lo'ak barely slept or ate, and even if he did he would just wake up screaming or throw up the food he actully ate. Neteyam and Kiri had tried over and over again to try and get him to atleast sleep for a few hours or eat something even if it was small. But everything they tried didn't work. Lo'ak just stayed in the same stop, staring out at the ocean, not moving an inch. This concerned the whole family but they knew in time that he would heal.

After everyone had left Lo'ak tried to get some sleep knowing that Y/N wouldn't want him to do this. He smiled for the first time in weeks at the thought first her yelling at him about this is unhealthy and that he could die too young. His eyes soon fall as sleep took over his mind. When he woke up he was in a dark room with only one bit of light and under that light was a young women just around his age or maybe Neteyam's.

"Hello?" He called out to the mysterious lady but only to get ignored. Until she turned around. Lo'ak's eyes widened in shock as tears started to form. His legs started to move on their own as they walked towards her. Y/N. His beloved twin.

"Y/N"

"Don't"

"It's not your fault, Lo'ak"

"..." lo'ak looked down at his feet and stared to play with his finger, a trent he had picked up from her when she died. "You have to let me go"

"I can't- I won't hear you out"

"Lo'ak, please"

"Just- just a little bit longer. Let me hold onto you for just for little bit longer. Please" the tears he had been holding onto finally fall, rolling down his cheeks. He didn't want to let her go cause if he let her go he wouldn't be able to see her smile or hear a laugh again. "Lo'ak I'm dead. Let me go"

"No, no, no please- please don't let me leave. I need to be here with you" his voice held so much pain as his spoke. Y/N just turned her body to the face the other way and started to walk away. "Wait-" before he could get the words out a strong wing started to blow him away, pulling him back into reality once again.

Neteyam had just came back from the beach to check on Lo'ak and see if he had moved from his spot. He was just about to walk in when he heard a loud sob from inside. Without thinking Neteyam ran inside to find lo'ak gripping his chest, his breath heavy, tears rolling down his face. Neteyam felt his heart break even more from the site infront of him. He couldn't stand to see his little brother like this. None of them could.

Without thinking he moved towards Lo'ak and pulled him into his chest, hugging him tight. He shushed his brother and whispered sweet things in his ear trying to calm him down. Lo'ak just held onto his brother as he cried out for his twin to come back. But he knew she was never coming back.

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warmilksz · 1 year

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How will your future spouse comfort you when you are sad?

Pick a Ghibli character Intuitive reading

Hi everyone 👋☺️ here is another reading I hope your ur day is a little brighter after reading this💕🫣 (⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)⁠♥ Ghibli movies are my favorite movies ever. So I decided to make that the theme on this post! 💖💖💖Thanks for reading, liking, reblogging and sharing 💖💖💖

**just a disclaimer: take what resonates and leave what doesn't for others. Go with he flowwwww It's a general reading (⁠~⁠￣⁠³⁠￣⁠)⁠~

CENTERING: Aight, just inhale for 4seconds, hold for 6, exhale for 8! Put all thoughts of the future and past to rest. Feels your hands, your chest rising and falling. We will get in touch with your intuition by appreciating the present.

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They really care, they love you. If you want to be alone they will respect that and leave you alone. I'm getting that when you guys are happy your really happy together. This may be my physical group 😳. Maybe they might try to soothe you sexually. I think they are kinda awkward when ur sad and they may not know the right words to say at times. But they know what makes you feel good so they will try to comfort you that way if u catch my drift 🫣. But I'm getting you may not always be happy after that, and may want to be left alone sometimes. Just to process your thoughts. (I'm feeling kinda heavy, are you going through something tough rn?) In any case, your spouse knows that u need space for you and wants to respect it by leaving you alone when you need it. And when you're ready to open up, they will be there waiting for you ready to hear you out 🤗.

Hmmm interesting I'm drawing a blank here. Maybe this person doesn't wanna show you, or has a hard time being vulnerable. The thing is, If you were sad, it would still shake them up emotionally. It's like they want to be this tough and strong for you on the outside ,your rock. But seeing you cry would shatter their heart inside 🥺! They would feel obligated to action. Like if it was something someone said that saddened you, they would confront them. If not they would immediately want to find a solution for you. On that note, I'm getting a strong masculine and possible feminine vibe here. Like a knight and a princess ☺️ Mainly the masculine one tho . Like one of you is kinda stoic and the other may be sensitive 😩. I think your relationship will teach them more about feelings and how important it is to be intune with emotions and not close their heart to things. U Will help them with it

Similar to pile 1 they will have a lot of respect for you and want to treat you like the independent person you are. But they also feel drawn to you when you are sad. It's very nurturing.. Im also picking up that some of your spouses are good communicators and they may have a way with words but for the most part, choose to stay silent and just hold you gently when ur sad. They want you to be at peace when ur with them, they wanna be your oasis in the dessert. I think they realize deep down they really just wanna scoop you up and never let you go from their arms 😢💕. I think you'd let them too 🩷😭 Awe! Sometimes silence and a gentle hug can speak more than any words.

For this pile, I'm getting they're such a try hard lol. It's really sweet and I'm already feeling kinda bubbly for this pile hahah. If u was sad, they would take one look at your face and be able to tell without you saying anything. This person takes notes on you 📖🩷! They would probably start being extra nice to you aswell. I'm getting buying you ice cream, or other sweet stuff, buying you shoes or that thing they saw you staring at while you didn't notice them. Maybe this person is well off 😌 cause when your sad they want to buy you happiness lol. Hmmm, if happiness was made, they'd buy the factory for u 😏 But they know that is just a bandaid. I think they love you so much they can't stand to see you feel sad. As adorable as it is, it's important to feel all your emotions, even the sad ones. Maybe you guys can cuddle and cry together. I'm getting they would share your tears just so you'd have less of them 😢💘

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sanjisblackasswife · 1 year

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Hello! I don't know if your request is open or not, sorry if I send this request when your request is close. May I request separate headcanons for monster trio x fem reader? Reader wears clothes that can hide her ass because she's uncomfortable when someone stares at her ass (and she dislikes her ass because it's too big). Sfw or nsfw is up to you. Is my request alright and fine for you? Do tell me if you feel like it's too much, thank you!

A/N: This stupid ass draft didn’t save and I already wrote sm so I apologize for the late response I was so mad SKSHSHSKSK anyways I’ll always put on my head when my request are closed so you’re good babes your request was perfect thank u!. But I did do a similar HC of this but it was pretty OOC and spicy so I’ll make this one more tame and sfw ;) tysm for requesting!

Monster Trio’s Girlfriend Insecure About Her Big Butt (FLUFF)

Black Fem Reader in Mind

Ft. Zoro, Luffy, & Sanji

No warnings! Just fluff and stupidity.

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Zoro

As if this MF gives af

Look at him. And imma say it again:

Booty Hunter Zoro is canon. I will not have y’all disagree w me on this idc what y’all say

Anyways he doesn’t really care what you wear so he never had a reason to question why you mostly wore baggy clothes. He assumed since you’re the martial arts fighter of the crew it gives you more leeway?

Today you and him went to go fishing in a small town and it was a bit hot so you wore a long dress with a jacket over your waist. Just for extra precaution.

“Got damn…” you heard a few guys whistle from behind you which made you hold onto Zoro’s arm as he scratched his ear yawning not even paying attention to any of the men cat calling you and making derogatory comments about your shape.

“Fuck that’s a sweet piece of ass he got—hey sweetheart how bout you dip that asshole and come have fun with us?”

Zoro usually doesn’t engage with people that holler out to you both. You and him both know Zoro will protect you so he tells you not to worry about the stupid comments. He just doesn’t give a fuck until they decide to get bold enough to get close

And that was the first mistake

“Hey!” The man’s hand didn’t even get to touch your shoulder before Zoro pulled out his sword and cut the man.

The rest of his crew behind him looked terrified and many of them whispered “Oh that’s the pirate hunter Zoro! How didn’t he know he was with that chick?!”

Zoro grabbed the man’s collar with full force and looked him then his crew in the eye

“Its already annoying as hell hearing you asses yell out to my woman without attacking all of you, but Just know next time I see any of your shitty dirty hands on her I’ll cut them off of you. It would suck to not have your only girlfriend to use when you’re alone at night wouldnt it?”

Just in case nobody understands the last prt Zoro is implying the man uses his hand to jack off

Zoro pushed the man back down and continued walking as he stole a bottle of sake from their group in passing.

“Common unless you want me to kick all their asses for you.”

First off it turned you on a bit hearing him call you “my woman” it was so out of character for him

You scurried to him and he held his hand out sipping his their drink and you grabbed it

“I hate I always cause this.”

Zoro didn’t know what the hell you were talking about but when he asked and you explained your issues with your butt and how you don’t like it he rolls his eyes.

Lowkey offended you but that’s how Zoro is.

“You shouldn’t be insecure about that. It’s stupid. Your body is ..very attractive and those idiots probably never seen a woman’s body besides on a magazine in years.”

“Any jackass that want to make you feel bad about having a sexy ass like yours can talk to me about it because they’re not the one that gets to grab it now are they?”

He was so shameless in his words.

“Zoro…”

You smile, your boyfriend can be a numbskull but his heart is always in the right place. So you take off your jacket and without a slip of the beat you get Zoro smack your butt.

“See? You really do have a great ass.”

“Stop it!”

He laughs and kisses your forehead because he still loves his overthinking girlfriend sm.

Sanji

This man is a true chad. A gentleman. A MAN ABOVE MEN—-

So he clearly notices when his Princess feels even a little bit down

He had a feeling by the way you looked at your body in the mirror there was something you didn’t like about yourself

He noticed how you never wore a bikini, or shorts, or even a flowy dress on hot days.

Sanji has asked you what’s the issue, but you brushed it off and told him not to worry about it

But Sanji being Sanji he couldn’t let that slide no no

There was a beach party celebration happening by the dock and a bunch of people in and out of town were there. You really loved swimming actually and Sanji wanted to go and play in the water with you but you were stuck in your room

“Y/N-SSAAAAAAANNNNN COMMON!”

Robin and Nami got you a two piece to wear, they said they didn’t want to see you outside until you wore it and that in turn made you nearly regret confining to them about your insecurity but you knew it was just the typical tough love they gave you.

You let Sanji in and he was already in his swim trunks ready to go but you were still wearing a sweats and hoodie

“Baby why aren’t you ready? You sick? Need me to make you some soup?”

He does NOT let go of the subject if you try to brush him off this time he has been seeing you act like this for too long

So you finally explain to him

After you let him know your dilemma with your big butt he’s ready to kick Zoro

He didn’t even have anything to do with it he just wanna kick his ass

“WHO SAID DISGUSTING THINGS TO YOU AND YOUR BODY? HM? I WILL KILL THEM—“

He began screaming and flames came out of no where so you had to smack him

“No! I Just…for a Long time guys always made fun of my butt and if they didn’t make fun of it they made sexual comments and I hated it and I—- there is just so many people out there—“

Sanji understands your issue but rest assured he reminds you why you shouldn’t. He tells you how he will hurt anybody that tries it and even bring a towel and a big shirt to cover you if you need it. You show him the blue bikini you were ganna wear and Sanji just forgets his sweet speech and spazzes the hell out

“OH PLEASE MY DEAREST BLESS MY EYES TO SEE YOUR PERFECT BREAST AND PERFECT BUTT! I WILL WORSHIP YOU PLEASE—-“

He was holding onto your legs crying.

Anyways you kick him out your room and put it on.

You have to admit you looked delicious you really did.

Tits were great, legs were amazing, and dat ass was so fluffy like a pancake you could bite it (yeah I said it)

You come out holding your body and Sanji pauses and just bleeds all over the damn place

Took you an hour to get off the beach because he kept passing out

Sanji really felt happy that you were comfortable enough to express your feelings to him so all day he was by your side

Yes his hands and eyes were on your butt

And as promised he brought the shirt and towel which you didn’t need because he made you feel so comfortable:(🤍

One guy did whistle at you, but Sanji kicked the shit out of him

He also had your thighs wrapped around his shoulder in the water and carried you around

All in all Sanji made you forget why you were insecure about your beautiful booty in the first place

Luffy

Luffy doesn’t quite understand but bless his heart he’s TRYING

You’ve told him about your insecurities about your butt and he really doesn’t fucking get why you don’t like it

He has actually turned you around and pulled up a dress you were wearing and stared at your butt saying “So what if it’s big it’s nice.”

Since then he subconsciously touches your butt

Very shamelessly

He doesn’t make you to wear any less baggy clothing but he will encourage you if you ask him, like if you should wear tights

“Yeah wear those Your but jiggles a lot when you wear em!”

Just like Zoro and Sanji he’ll Gum Gum tf outta somebody if they make disgusting comments about your body

Luffy wanted you to buy him some meat so you both went to a food vendor and while waiting in line as Luffy was sitting on the benches to the side watching you happily, a man pushed up against you cupping your butt in the process

“Hey! I felt that why’d you do that!?”

“Not my fault darling you got a lot going on back there…I just simply fell.”

You wanted to beat his ass but you were so close to getting Luffy’s food. It wasn’t too long until then you felt the creeps body really close behind you.

You prayed he’d just move but there was a crowd of people around you and you knew you’d have to clear the damn room if he touched you again

His hand was creeping up your thigh and you felt it even under your thick pants but that was until

“Luffy!”

Your sweet boyfriend GGP that mf down the street.

Luffy was watching you closely after hearing you yell at the man. He didn’t quite read your words correctly but he knew you were uncomfortable and he found out why

He grumbled grabbing your waist to be stretched over to him

“Weirdo. You okay?”

“Mmhm.” You really thank God for his stretchy body

“Good! Let’s go to a different food place for meat!”

The rest of the walk you were in front of him instead of beside him

“It’s okay, Y/N I’ll protect you.” He spoke in your ear “Not ganna let any assholes touch you.”

He has without effort helped you get over your dislike of your round tookus

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thatgirlstrawberry · 1 year

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Sick Surprise pt. 5 - Away

In which Eloise had grown so used to seeing Spencer almost every day, she misses him when he’s away on a case.

Warnings: a crying toddler, fluff, a little sadness, Spencer low key being a dad—

Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Y/N twirled around the kitchen with Eloise in her arms as music played through the apartment. She was cooking dinner for Spencer that night and Eloise was “helping”. Really, she was just stirring the pot of noodles every time her mother brought her over to it.

As she was trying to open the jar of pasta sauce her phone rang from the living room. She gasped and her eyes lit up. She assumed it was Spencer, he always called her when he was on his way over.

She set Eloise on the ground. “Can you go get my phone, baby?” She asked, kissing her cheek.

The little girl started clapping as she ran into the living room to do as she was asked. Moments later, she scurried into the kitchen holding her mother’s phone above her head.

Sure enough, it was Spencer’s contact photo. He had his tongue sticking out and his eyes squeezed closed tightly.

She licked the sauce off her finger and took her phone from Eloise, picking her up and putting her on the counter next to all the veggies in a bowl. “Thanks, Eloisey.” She kissed the girls cheeks and pressed the green button on her screen.

“Hey, Spence! You’re on speaker.” She told him, setting her phone down on the edge of the sink.

“Hi, baby. Is my Eloisey Cheesy there too?” He asked. She could hear a difference in his voice.

Y/N smiled, pinching the girl’s cheek and handing her a bowl of chopped carrots for her to snack on and wait for dinner to be done. “Of course! Always right next to me.” She winked at Eloise and the girl giggled. “On you on your way here? Dinner’s close to done.” She told him.

She heard a sigh on the other end and bit her lip.

“That’s what I was calling about…” He trailed off. “I’m gonna be gone on a case for a while.” He spoke quietly. Y/N’s face fell.

She ducked in a breath. “Oh.” She nodded.

Spencer’s voice was quiet on the other end. “I’m sorry, Y/N/N.” He said. “It’s estimated to take about a week and a half so I won’t be able to see guys.” His voice was sad. Y/N could tell Eloise didn’t understand what was going on by the cute little look on her face.

Y/N nodded. “O-okay. Yeah, sure. I’ll see you when you get back.” She spoke quickly. She didn’t know why she felt so… scared. There was something just gnawing at her heart.

“Y/N…” He spoke, hearing how dismissive she sounded.

She sighed. “I know, Spence. I understand, just be safe, okay?”

“Can I talk to Eloise?” He asked. He seemed nervous for the answer.

Y/N looked at the girl who perked up at the sound of her name. “Of course you can! Eloisey, guess who wants to talk to you?”

“Spenther!?” She squealed. Y/N giggled and slid the phone closer to her. “Hewwwooo?” She spoke loudly.

“Eloisey, hi!” He spoke enthusiastically. The girl laughed at the nickname. “I Jaír wanted to let you know that I won’t be by your house to play with you for a while.”

Her lip quivered and her eyebrows furrowed. “W-why you not gunna pway with me, Spenther?” He eyes filled with tears and Y/N rubbed her thumb across the smoothness of her cheek.

Spencer cleared his throat. “I have to go catch some bad guys and it might take a while. But when I’m back, I promise I’ll play food with you for a long as you want.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and shook her head, a smile forming on her lips. “Are you a thuper hewo?” Eloise asked.

Spencer chuckled but before he could tell her, Y/N interrupted. “Yes. Spencer is a superhero. He’s the best one!”

Eloise giggled and clapped. “Then I don’ wanna pway food wif you. I wanna pway thuper hewos.” She told Spencer.

He sighed and U/N could tell he was smiling. “Okay, Eloisey. I’ll call you and mommy tomorrow but I have to go now, okay?”

“We miss you, Spence!” Y/N called out over Eloise’s sad whimpering.

“I miss you guys too—“

“Reid who are you talking to?”

“Uh no—“

The phone was hung up and Y/N sighed looking at her daughter. She held out her pinky finger and smiled. “Looks like it’s just you and me this week, kiddo.”

“Jus’ you an’ me?” Eloise repeated.

Y/N nodded and smiled sadly. “How it used to be.”

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Day one without seeing Spencer was… difficult.

“Eloise, I said no more candy. Please put it back.” Y/N stood behind the couch watching her daughter hold a piece of licorice to her lips.

“Spenther let’s me eat candy before dinner!” The girl cried. Y/N rolled her eyes.

“Eloise, put. It. Down.” She nodded. “Or you won’t get any candy at all.”

The girl held eye contact with her mom before making an annoyed noise and throwing the candy on the floor and storming past her.

Y/N groaned loudly and pulled her phone from her pocket.

To: Spence<3

It’s official. You’ve spoiled my demon baby.

She tossed her phone on the couch and went back into the kitchen to finish cooking dinner.

When dinner was done, Eloise sat in her pink chair with a scowl on her face. “Mommy.” She spoke quietly.

“Yes, baby?” She replied, chewing on her veggies.

“I want to pway.” She stated.

Y/N sighed. “I know baby. Finish eating first and then we can go play.”

The girl whined through the rest of dinner and barely ate any of her Mac and cheese to be dramatic.

They played store and Eloise pretended to be a mean “checker outer lady” and not let Y/N buy anything all because she was mad.

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Spencer call Eloise and Y/N days later. It was almost time for the girl to go to bed and he knew that.

He heard Eloise sobbing in the background and tilted his head into the phone. “Is she okay?” He asked.

Y/N sighed. “Uh… she misses you.” The woman nodded. “And she won’t let me read any books to her because she says that’s your job.” She told him.

Spencer nodded. “I could read her a story.”

She laughed. “How? You don’t have any of her favorite books with you.”

The man shrugged. “I have an eidetic memory, babe. I’m sure I can remember Pete The Cat.”

Y/N smiled and nodded. “Okay. I’ll put you on speaker.” She shuffled around and sat on the edge of Eloise’s bed. “Okay, baby. Spencer is gonna read you a bedtime story, okay?”

The girl wiped her tears with her tiny fists and she sniffled, her breaths stuttering. “O-okay.” She nodded. She slid down underneath her covers and patted the empty space behind her and looked at her mom. “You way here wif me, mommy.”

Y/N tilted her head. “Okay, baby.” She laid down next to her daughter and smoothed her hair down. “Okay, Spencer. I think we’re ready.”

“Hi, Eloisey.” Spencer spoke. She let out a small greeting and he could tell that she was tired. “Okay, we’re gonna read your favorite Pete the Cat.”

Spencer’s voice had soothed Eloise to sleep. Y/N accidentally fell asleep as well, a smile on her lips as Spencer’s soft voice spoke the words of the book.

“Y/N/N?” His voice crackled over the phone speaker into the silent room.

He listened for a minute and then smiled when he realized both of his girls fell asleep.

He wished he could stay on the phone all night just in case one of them fell asleep but he had only found the time to call them while he was on the way to another crime scene about fourth minutes into the town him and the team were on.

He told them that he’d drive alone so he could think over the case when in all reality he was gonna spend some time with Eloisey and Y/N in the phone.

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

It had been two weeks.

Y/N was tired of her crabby three year old and she missed her boyfriend.

She had finally realized why she was so stand-offish when he had told her he was going away. It was because she was scared.

She was scared he wouldn’t come back to her. She was scared that he’d leave her and her child. She was scared that they would be abandoned again. Of course she didn’t think that Spencer had any obligation to stay with them, it still would have hurt.

She had to wrestle Eloise into a nap. She wanted to call Spencer and have him read her to sleep but Y/N was not about to bother him in the middle of a case.

They were alone before, they could do it again.

Y/N was dozing off in her bed. She had just finished a book she’d been reading when her phone buzzed.

From: Spence<3

I’m back and on my way up

Y/N smiled sleepily and got out of her bed. She quietly walked to her closet and threw on a pair of shorts underneath the big t-shirt of Spencer’s that he had left there.

She walked silently through the house, trying not to wake Eloise.

She unlocked the front door and opened it quickly. Her smile grew when she saw him standing there with a smile and a tub of ice cream in hand.

“Hi, baby.” He whispered. Y/N stood on her tippy toes and kissed him softly. After, she pulled him inside putting a finger to her lips.

She took the tub of ice cream from Jim’s bf set it on the key table and pulled him down for a kiss again. “I missed you.” She told him quietly between kisses.

He nodded and hummed in agreement, holding her tight. He could tell she was tired, sad almost.

She pulled away from his lips and buried her head in his chest, sighing heavily. “Y/N, what’s wrong?”

He pulled her towards the couch and sat her down. “Are you okay?”

She looked at him and bit her lip. “I…” She shook her head. “I never realized how alone I was before you came along until you were gone for the past two weeks.” She told him. “I think Eloise is completely attached now.” She let a small smile grace her lips.

Spencer nodded. “I’m sorry.”

Y/N sighed. “I’m glad you’re around as much as you are. And I understand that your job needs you away a lot.”

Spencer nodded, grabbing her hands.

She bit her lip. “I think that you should explain to Eloise that you can’t always be around and that sometimes it’s gonna be just me and her again.”

A sad smile appeared on Spencer’s lips. “Y/N…” he drew out. “I want you to know that I will never leave you and Eloise alone unless you want me to.” He told her. “I will always come back to you. You don’t have to be afraid of being abandoned ever again.”

Y/N’s eyes filled with tears and she looked at their interlocked hands. “Spencer…”

“Yes, baby?”

“I love you.”

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Yuhhhhhhhh

I hope you enjoyed this chapterrrrrrr I love them and I absolutely love dad Spencer

Love ya bunches ❤️❤️❤️

#spencer reid #spencer fluff #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid smut #criminal minds imagine #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x original female character #criminal minds #spencer x oc #spencer x reader

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ghostlygeto · 4 months

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wish u were here | james wilson

pairing: james wilson x reader

warnings: you just gotta hear me out guys. whats it called when it isnt technically cheating but it feels like cheating (from both parties, not on each other), entirely self indulgent and selfship coded, wilson calls reader "birdie" (cringe idc), angst. based loosely on lips of an angel by hinder and glimpse of us by joji, thats all for now plz forgive me

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wilson rubbed his eyes, trying to wipe the sleep from them as he heard his phone vibrating on the nightstand next to him. the name lighting up his screen was yours, causing him to hurriedly grab his phone and press answer.

“hello?” his voice was tired, still laced with the deep sleep he was pulled from for this phone call. “y/n, you know it’s almost three in the morning, right?” wilson slowly removed the covers from his legs, trying his best not to wake his fiance sleeping next to him.

“james,” the soft exhale of his name made his heart ache. how long had it been since you last spoke? “sorry, i know it’s late. it’s probably stupid to call you i just…” the small sob caught him off guard.

“are you crying?” wilson closed the bathroom door, still keeping his voice down just in case. “is everything okay?”

there was a hesitation on the other end of the phone and he could feel it. you were trying to find a way around telling him the truth. “birdie, you know you can trust me.”

birdie. that godawful, stupid nickname you used to hate. you used to roll your eyes every time he’d use it to get your attention, or let it slip in conversation with your friends and coworkers. but now it just made another cry escape your lips. you missed it, you missed him.

“just miss you,” you whispered, trying to keep your voice down as well. “we’ve been fighting a lot lately. and you were in my dream last night- it just felt right to call you.”

wilson sighed. he was relieved to hear that you were okay, his heart rate steadying. though he couldn’t help the annoyed feeling that overtook him as you mentioned your current boyfriend. “i’m glad you’re safe, but you know you really shouldn’t have-”

“can we save the lecture for another time, james?” you let out a shaky laugh. you don’t know what else you expected from him, “i just wanted to hear your voice.”

his free hand ran over his face, trying to rationalize it in his head. it would be okay if he spoke to you, right? just speaking on the phone isn’t wrong, and it wouldn’t hurt anyone. right?

“i can stay on for a little bit. but not too long, if she were to find out i’m on the phone with you it’ll just cause a fight.” wilson sat on the cool tile of his bathroom floor, back against the door. his eyes closed as he listened to the sound of your voice through the phone. “do you need to talk about the fights?”

“it hasn’t been anything serious. it just seems like he’s always angry, i can never win with him.” you sigh, “maybe i’m just too busy comparing him to you all the time. i know i shouldn’t. but it’s hard not to.”

wilson wanted to provide you some sort of comfort, let you know that he often did the same with his fiance. “have you still been going to therapy?”

“yeah.” you answer quickly, remembering how he urged you to talk to someone after you two split, because it would be good for you. “she doesn’t know much about my current partner, though. i don’t like to talk about him.” i don’t love him. you wanted to say, but bit your tongue. you weren’t sure if that would help or hurt anything. probably hurt, if you had to guess.

“if you don’t tell her how is she supposed to help you?” you hadn’t changed a bit, and that made his heart ache. you were the exact same version of yourself that he was in love with. knowing that makes leaving you less justifiable, it makes getting over you harder. “you have to cooperate with her.”

“can you tell me about how you’ve been?” you asked, a sniffle following. “is she nice to you?” you didn’t want to talk about yourself, not really. especially not about what you have or haven’t been talking about in therapy.

right, the two of you hadn’t spoken since breaking up. despite working at the same hospital, the two of you managed very easily to avoid each other. afterall, the morgue and the oncology department weren’t exactly wall neighbors.

“yeah, yeah she is nice to me.” wilson nodded, a small smile finding its way to his face. he loves his fiance, she’s an amazing woman. she surprises him and makes him dinner, likes watching his favorite shows with him. but… “but she isn’t you.”

you weren’t aware that four words could change your mood so quickly, feeling your stomach fill with warmth and you heart beat quickened. it was nice, in a fucked up way, to know that he missed you as much as you missed him.

“it’s frustrating,” wilson added, “seems like everytime we’re having a good moment i just think of you. wondering to myself if i would be enjoying it more if it were you.” it felt nice to say out loud, like it was a secret he had been keeping for a long time (it was). “sometimes i think she knows.”

“sometimes he does things you used to do and i swear it’s like i can see you standing there instead of him.” you confess, tears still falling down your face despite the smile. “i’m glad she treats you well. it’s what you deserve.”

what he deserves is a death sentence. he internally scolded himself, knowing that he shouldn’t be doing this. he shouldn’t be on the phone with you after not speaking for a year and a half. he was supposed to be getting married this time next year. yet here he was, sitting on his bathroom floor and talking with you, his ex on the phone at half past three in the morning.

“you deserve someone who is going to make you happy, too, y/n.” wilson swallowed harshly. why did he so badly want to be the one to make you happy? why did he feel so bothered over the thought of it being someone that isn’t him? “you should just…just dump that asshole. you know you could do better.”

you wanted to laugh. he was right, of course you could do better. “honestly when i break up with him i think it’ll be my last for awhile. i’m…tired of putting effort into people who don’t do the same.”

he wasn’t sure how many people you had seen since he broke things off with you, he had intentionally avoided that information from house because he didn’t want to know. it didn’t matter if it had been only one or several, he knew he’d hate it either way. “you can’t think like that. then you’ll never find anyone.” encouraging you to find someone else. that was the right thing to be doing here. encouraging you to seek comfort in someone that wasn’t him, or your piece of shit boyfriend. “you’ve always been so pessimistic, just try to look on the bright side of things for once, yeah?”

“you answering the phone is the only bright side i think i’ve had for awhile,” you confess with a laugh and another sniffle. you weren’t sure when you stopped crying but you were thankful you had, already feeling the headache it would bring on. “do you think we can ever be friends again?”

wilson stiffened. yes. he wanted to tell you. but he wasn’t sure that was the right answer. “i don’t know, y/n. there’s a lot that would have to happen for us to be able to be friends again.” i’d have to get over you.

“i knew that’s what you were going to say,” you gave a lighthearted chuckle. “i should…get off of here now. it’s late. we work in the morning. goodnight, james. it was nice talking to you.”

“you, too, y/n. goodnight.” wilson listened to the call disconnect as he let his phone clatter to the ground. it had been so long, he had been doing so well not thinking of you until tonight. all it took was one little phone call for you to worm your way back into his heart.

or rather, it only took one phone call for him to remember why he never should have let you go to begin with.

i rly am amazed that im posting this in 2023 but he is literally the love of my life right now. comments, reblogs, and likes appreciated!

#james wilson x reader #dr james wilson x reader #wilson x reader #house md x reader #mine !!#jami !!#this is about my selfship. js.

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mejomonster · 10 months

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Guardian really set my expectations of "censored bl cdramas" and man that was a high bar and probably not fair of me to expect.

Guardian really opens with Zhao Yunlan asking Shen Wei "are you married? You're such a catch. Can I take you out to eat? Here's my number A-Lan call me" which like even on face value id say thats called flirting (unless I guess ur so straight Straight blinders on that 2 men have to physically fuck in front of u to consider something gay)

Then of course there's shen weis pining shit but like, that's not Hammer down obvious to I guess the most oblivious person in denial

But Zhu Hong saying she likes Zhao Yunlan, Zhao Yunlan repeatedly refusing her and feeling bad about it, Zhu Hong repeatedly acknowledging he picked SHEN WEI over her (making it fairly clear it was a romantic pick and she Lost it to a guy) and shen Wei, brick that he can be at times, tells her it will only take a few years for the feelings to fade when she'll get over Zhao yunlan. The guy in love with him, instead of her. Yeah shen wei, she's definitely not wishing she could stab you for that insensitive remark. But she's too good of a person to.

Which. I'd say the above two points establish fairly overtly that: Zhao Yunlan is into men, that his colleagues assume he's also into women (if Zhu Hong thinks she has a chance), and that Shen Wei is Zhao Yunlans romantic pick. So Shen Weis sexuality? Well he doesn't dispute being Zhao Yunlans romantic pick, and Lin Jing assumes they're lovers with dialogue (yes he's saying opposite day stuff but his opposite day is just not being a liar and spy). So Shen Weis sexuality includes Zhao Yunlan.

And so like that's just. Fairly overt explicit stuff about their relationship. There's also the "a very oblivious person could argue its only implied" flirting. (And everything going on with Lao Chu and Xiao Guo, the side couple... oh my heart ;-; when they almost froze... the family dinner at Xiao guos... Lao chu admiring how kind Xiao Guo is, scaring him trying to say he's a cannibal and Xiao Guo not running away)

There's the coat sharing macho trying to be the man helping the damsel both of those fuckers do galore, shen wei moving in across the hall (which is either stalker or deeply in love or - as is true, both), shen wei implicitly moving in (this one's vague ill admit to be fair), the fucking "You're good with your hands" line from Zhao yunlan which is absolutely a porn line, every villain in the show viscerally aware Zhao Yunlan is who Shen Wei wants to protect, Ye Zun pretending to be Shen Wei by calling Zhao Yunlan cute names and asking if his outfit looks nice (and all of That), Zhao yunlans romantic ass hit me through the heart line of "if you're trouble I want a lifetime of you" at the wedding (not ever over it), the fucking lollipop scene in ye old haixing. Just a bunch of flirty type scenes, romantic tropes galore. And that's not even covering the actual genuine subtext of ALL the cases paralleling how shen wei and/or how Zhao yunlan feel implicitly (which are just subtext to be fair... how shen wei thinks he lost kunlun, how Zhao yunlan ISNT him so it hurts he's a stranger or he IS in which case he's a liar and shen weis grieving, the case where a dixingren and human love each other and Zhao yunlan notices he wants to be close to shen wei even though shen weis lying etc).

Like. They felt as canon as Tara X Willow in Buffy. Or at least as much as Xena x Gabrielle, the center relationship of the show where all stories of the episodes are always at least in some way about them.

#guardian #weilan #meta #rant #to be fair: word of honor cdrama did JUST as much as guardian on feeling basically canonically explicitly gay #as long as u can interpret overt flirting with men and them being soulmates as love.#cause yeah there are no kisses. but still like... yeah theyre in love.#and like.. man zhu hongs love triangle plot is Central in making the Guardian romance as overt as it is #obviously irs easy to put in: its a girl love interest for zhao yunlan #but its also a love interest he Rejects for shen wei. so like. cdrama land says he cant say i love you to a man?#but he can say he doesnt love a girl and hes picked the man instead. im just saying it works well to make that overtly clear #dont even get me started on chuguo ;-; i love them so much and acting defijitely helped intensify it

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Put It Into Practice — Steve Harrington x Reader (chapter two)

Pairing: Scoops Ahoy era Steve Harrington x f!Reader

Rating (by chapter): Explicit (***18+ only. Minors DNI or you will be blocked.)

Summary: “King Steve” Harrington had been the subject of swooning for every girl in their right mind back in high school. But when his sexual dexterity comes into question the summer after graduation, Steve is not about to let his reputation become marred quite so easily. Luckily, Steve is offered the help of his new friend—to give him advice, a few pointers, and maybe a bit of healthy practice…

Word Count (by chapter): 7k

Content: making out, oral sex (female receiving), some fluff, angst, cursing

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and is not intended to be taken as truth or fact. I do not claim to own Stranger Things or any other affiliated names or fictional events. Other details, such as names, locations, and events, are also fictionalized.

A/N: Maybe this will help you all to forget about vol 2 traumas omg please enjoy and PLEASE comment if you enjoyed this for the love of god—thank u in advcance ♥ love, Juni

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“I’m down,” Steve says, eyes scouring over your body as if he’s seeing you for the first time.

Your chest inflates with an audible inhale. You can’t believe your own ears. Is Steve Harrington really agreeing to your proposition? “You mean it?”

Steve just nods and meets your eyes. “Can I come in again?”

You pull the door open wider and shut it behind him. And then he’s just standing there kind of awkwardly, looking around at the decor of your parents’ foyer. Fuck, you hadn’t really thought this far ahead. What are you supposed to do now?

“Do you wanna go downstairs again?” you ask him.

“Lead the way.”

“Steve. Are you sure you wanna do this?” You want to give him as many outs as possible, just in case he changes his mind. “I don’t want you to feel, like, obligated or anything.”

“Obligated?” He chuckles a bit. “No. I was worried you were the one feeling obligated.”

“I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t want to do it,” you respond. At those words, Steve’s breath seems to catch.

“You’re sure?” he asks. He’s standing so close to you all of the sudden, almost leaning imperceptibly toward your body.

“I’m sure,” you say.

By the look in his eyes, the way his lips are parted, the way he’s tucking his head, you wonder if he’s thinking about kissing you. Just Friends don’t kiss, though.

He doesn’t kiss you, but he does reach for your hand—not to hold it, just to brush his fingers against yours with a feather-light touch. Sparks explode from your hands, igniting a fire low in your stomach. “Okay, good,” he says in a low rasp.

The reality of the situation dawns on you. Emboldens you. You smirk up at Steve and grasp his hand tightly, leading him down the stairs to your parents’ basement.

“Rule number one,” you say, reveling at the feel of his rough hand clasped in your own. “Anytime either one of us feels even the least bit uncomfortable, we speak up. Got it?”

“Got it.”

“Rule number two: we stay friends, no matter what.” You look up at him with sincerity. “I don’t want to lose our friendship over this.”

You mean it, but Rule Number Two would also deflect any suspicions Steve might have that you like him as anything more than a friend. You knew going into this—while this was in the Hypothetical Notion phase—that it was stupid as hell to enter an agreement like this when you had such a big, fat crush on him. But you also know yourself, you know what you can handle and what you can’t.

No feelings, just sex. You could handle that.

What you wouldn’t be able to handle, however, is losing Steve as a friend forever.

“Got it,” Steve intones. “Rule one, tell each other if we’re uncomfortable, rule two, stay friends. What’s rule three?”

You grin, your heart swelling. He’s so goddamn eager. “This isn’t a one-way-street, my guy. You can make up your own rules if you want.”

“Oh, okay.” He bites his forefinger in thought. “I got one. You can’t make fun of me, okay?”

“I’m sure the rule isn’t that stupid.”

“No, that is the rule. Don’t make fun of me.”

You reel. “Why would I make fun of you?”

“I told you, Y/N,”—he drops his voice—“I’m bad at this.”

“I have a feeling you’re not that bad. Don’t sell yourself short. You’ve just let Lisa R. get to your head.” You guide Steve over to the couch and gesture for him to sit on it. “You want a drink?”

“Nah.” Then he freezes and corrects himself, “Actually, yeah, thanks.”

“Rum and Coke?”

“Yes, please. Hold the Coke.”

You cross over to the minifridge to prepare his drink. “Okay, so rule number three. No making fun of Steve.” His poor little heart probably couldn’t handle any more of it.

“Thank you,” he says, in response to both your officiation of a third rule and to the drink you hand over to him. After you push in the same VHS you’d been watching before and sit down next to him, Steve downs his rum-and-Coke-hold-the-Coke drink in one go. He grimaces.

Jeez.

“Okay, we’re good now,” Steve says. You wonder if you should feel insulted that he seems to need alcohol as a prerequisite for hooking up with you. But as you watch his hands, the way he wrings them against each other, you realize he’s just nervous. He glances up at you naively. “I’m ready.”

You don’t know why, but you burst into giggles.

“What??” he asks, perturbed.

“You’re all business, aren’t you!” you exclaim.

“Well, yeah,” he says decisively. “I’m ready to go.”

Your giggles turn into full-on laughter. You weren’t expecting him to be so damn pragmatic. It was endearing. Steve still seems so confused, so you settle down and regard him seriously. “I know you’re probably ready to go,” you say quietly. “But I’m gonna need a little more time to, y’know, ease into things. Women are a bit different from men in that regard.”

“What do you mean?”

Your pinky finger slides closer to Steve’s hand, brushing against it the slightest bit. Despite that you’d just held his hand coming down the stairs, the action seemed risqué. You wonder to yourself, How are we going to get from touching pinkies to giving head in one night? “Men, in my experience, can get themselves ready to go in a few minutes or seconds. Women, on the other hand, usually need longer, sometimes a lot longer, with a lot more buildup, in order to feel in the mood.”

“In the mood?” he echoes, utterly transfixed by your words and the touch of your pinky.

You nod solemnly. “And it’s only when we’re feeling in the mood that the magic can happen.”

“The magic…?”

You chuckle and smile cheekily at him. “An orgasm, Steve. The female orgasm? I’m sure you’re familiar?”

His Adam’s apple bobs, and the butterflies in your stomach sink lower and lower at the sight of it. “What? Of course I am,” he says a little too defensively. You make a little sound of incredulity, and he recoils. “Come on. Of course I know how to make a girl come, Y/N.”

“Lots of girls fake it,” you say matter-of-factly.

“Well, why would they want to fake it?” he marvels.

“Oh, Christ, we could really get into that another time. Not tonight. Point is, a lot of girls do. Probably some of yours, at some point.”

He looks offended. “Um, I think I’d know if the girls I’ve been with were faking it.”

Oh, boy. You raise an eyebrow at him. “Hmm, I’d wager against that. Besides,” —you give him a level look— “we’re here for a reason, aren’t we?”

Steve clearly wants to argue about it, but he suddenly looks unsure. “Okay, new rule, number four. No faking it.”

It was a reasonable rule, but it makes you apprehensive. “Sure. But Steve…women are fickle. Our bodies can be fickle. Sometimes, it just isn’t going to happen…no matter how good of a job you’re doing.”

“I don’t care,” he insists. “I want it to be real. So none of that ’faking it‘ crap, alright?”

“Alright, alright,” you agree. “I’m just saying, don’t get your hopes up.”

His eyes darken. “Is that a challenge?”

Ah, Steve, always so competitive. You’ve seen the way he makes everything a challenge, from the basketball court to trying to out-diss Robin at work. But, you suppose, if it’ll give him the external motivation he needs… “Yeah, it’s a challenge. Impress me, Steve Harrington.”

His mouth twists into a smile. “Challenge accepted.” He’s gazing at you, but he makes no move toward you. You wait.

“Uh, Steve?”

“Hmm?”

“I know we’re promising to stay just friends. But for the sake of my body and getting it where it needs to be in order for this to happen, you’re going to need to kiss me.”

There’s a long pause, and Steve’s eyes darken even more before he says, “Now that I’m good at,” with the cockiest smile you’ve seen from him all night.

And then, as if he’d been anticipating it all along, he brings his hand up to your face, his palm cupping your jaw. And he kisses you for the first time.

And he is good at it. Really, really fucking good at it.

Steve’s lips are the perfect combination of soft and rough. The feeling of them against your own ignites a fire in your tummy and makes you feel somehow both out of breath and yet so completely at ease. He’s clearly well-practiced at this; you’ve never kissed someone so sure of themself in their actions. Nevertheless, he’s kissing you incredibly gently, allowing you to soak up every movement of his lips.

He breaks away for a brief moment. “Is this okay?”

You pull him in again by the collar of his tee shirt in lieu of a response.

Steve's lips fit beautifully around yours, and the scent of his breath is driving you mad. His other arm wraps around you, snaking up your back and pulling you toward him until he’s suddenly holding you against his chest. The way he holds you makes you feel all at once like you’re the only girl in the world. You find yourself feeling into it embarrassingly fast, but you hold back, not wanting to scare him off—not wanting him to realize just how badly you’ve been wanting this, wanting him.

He pulls his lips away again, replacing them with a thumb, tracing the line of your bottom lip. “Jesus, Y/N,” he breathes out. The way he says it makes you wonder how long he’d been wanting you, too.

You blink up at him through your eyelashes. “What’ll you do now, Steve?” you ask.

He hesitates, thinking, before leaning into you again. But not to kiss you, just to feel your lips against his, to feel your shared breaths, hot and shaky. His hand moves incredibly slowly from your jaw to the back of your neck, and then meanders down to your collarbones, his thumb wrapping gently around the base of your throat. Every shared point of contact between you and Steve almost burns with heat, and wetness begins to pool between your legs.

Just when you think you can’t handle the anticipation any longer, Steve meets your mouth with his own again, this time with a brand new intensity. He expertly pries your lips open with his. You feel the tip of his tongue against your lip, enticing you, and soon enough you’re meeting his tongue with yours.

The hand around your throat tightens ever so slightly before it moves to the back of your head again, holding your face securely in place while he kisses you. Steve’s confidence is palpable, and you can tell he’s done this dozens of times with dozens of girls. Somehow, it doesn’t bother you. He knows precisely what to do to make you melt against him like chocolate in the palm of his hand. You want to sing with delight, giddy at the feeling, as if you’re being kissed for the first time. And the sexual energy between the two of you is building so organically that you think in awe that this is exactly why kissing was invented.

Your senses are in overdrive with the feel of his hands, the taste of his mouth, the scent of his skin. You mentally try to pull yourself together, remind yourself why you’re here. It’s far too easy to lose yourself in Steve’s kiss. You pull back, breathing hard. “You clearly don’t need any practice with that.”

Steve grins. His fingers curl absentmindedly in the hair at the base of your neck. “Is it working?” he murmurs.

You don’t want to admit how well it’s working; you don’t want to give him the satisfaction. “It’s a good start.”

“I’ll keep going, then,” he says simply, and you’re not about to stop him.

He kisses you again, harder now. The intensity of the situation builds when he abandons your lips to trace his mouth along the line of your jaw until it reaches below the lobe of your ear. You’ve felt in control of yourself up until now, when you felt his hot tongue press against that sweet spot. Goosebumps erupt across your skin at the sensation. You have to hold back a moan. He’s too damn good at this, you think. And you realize all of the sudden that despite your proposition to teach him how to go down on a girl, you are very clearly not the expert among the two of you.

His unruly brown hair falls in your face as he kisses your neck. Your hands, which you’d been holding shyly in your lap, now roam up the lean muscles of Steve’s arms. They land at their destination: his hair. As many times as he’s had the privilege of running his own hand through these locks, you finally get the pleasure of doing it yourself now. It’s so soft and smells delicious, woodsy, clean. Steve leans into your touch as your fingers caress his scalp.

His own hands roam your body, but unlike the gentle way he’s kissing your throat, his hands soak up the curves of your body with a roguish fervor. They run across your torso, grasping at your sides, your waist, until they reach the hem of your pajama shirt. You feel his low hum rumble against your neck when he reaches the bare skin of your stomach, your hips, traveling under the band of your underwear—

You grab his wrists. “Slow down, cowboy,” you murmur. “This ain’t a race.” You don’t want him to slow down, nor do you need him to. But you want to teach him to take his time.

“Oh, right,” he says. He pulls away to look you in the eyes. “Will you…”

“Hmm?”

“Will you tell me what you want, right now?” He smiles shyly.

God, your heart could burst. What didn’t you want right now? “I like what you were doing with your mouth,” you admit. Steve grins earnestly and resumes his ministrations against your neck.

A million thoughts race through your head. Things you want to say so badly but know you can’t, or shouldn’t. Mostly along the lines of things of You’re so fucking amazing and I’m so glad you’re here and I’ve wanted you for so long and please just get in my pants already. But you bite your tongue—literally bite it, in an attempt not to let a moan escape your lips as you feel Steve’s teeth brush against your skin.

“You smell so good,” he says.

“So do you,” you reciprocate.

His hands caress your shoulders as he continues kissing your neck. You’d rather he put them somewhere else. So you place your hands atop his and move them down with yours, guiding them where you want them to go.

Down your neck, across your collarbones. Resting atop the swell of your breasts.

You remove your hands from his now, letting him take the reigns. Steve hesitates ever so slightly, just enough for you to arch into his touch as an expression of permission. He squeezes your breasts gently, and then not so gently. Which you absolutely love. You let him know by arching your back into his touch. His thumbs find the hard outline of your nipples through your shirt, rubbing in sensual circles, before he pinches them—again, not so gently.

At that, you can’t possibly help the choked sound that escapes your throat.

“Do you like that?”

You nod in lieu of a response, and you feel Steve’s resulting smile against your neck. He’s making you feel really fucking needy now. Maybe he can tell, because he starts tugging up at the bottom of your shirt. You bring your arms up and let him pull it completely off.

Shirtless, your chest exposed before him, you watch as Steve’s pupils become blown out. He’s drinking in the sight of you like it’s something holy to behold. “Holy shit,” he breathes. And you could say the same toward him—his eyes so wide, his lips swollen, his hair wild. He looks irresistible.

“What, Steve?” you say a bit tauntingly. “It’s not like you’ve never seen boobs before.”

“Yeah, but not—” he clears his throat “—not like yours… You’re so…” He combs his fingers through his hair again. “Fuck, Y/N.”

You’re starting to feel self-conscious at the way he’s regarding your bare chest with such fascinated reverence. Warmth rushes to your face and you and cross your arms in front of you. Steve looks at you like you’re crazy, uncrosses them, and immediately wraps his arms around your back to draw you in closer to him. He brings his lips to yours again.

“You’re so…” he tries again and fails to come up with the words. He trails kisses down your throat until he’s pressing his lips against your sternum between your breasts.

“Spit it out, Steve.”

“You’re gorgeous, Y/N,” he whispers. “So fucking gorgeous.”

You feel even warmer with embarrassment. You could get with that sentiment.

Steve, once again, knows exactly what to do. He kisses his way to your nipple and wraps his lips around it. You don’t know why, but you weren’t really expecting him to treat your breasts with so much love and attention. Not that you were complaining. He sucks gently, his tongue moving in small circles around the bud. You tilt your head back and swallow hard. So he can use his tongue like that, and he expects me to believe he’s bad at eating pussy?

You shift yourself so you’re lying flat on your back on the couch. Steve wastes no time crawling in between your legs, positioning himself on his elbows over your face. He peers down at you and smiles.

“Is it working now?” he asks again cheekily.

God yes. “You could say that.” Steve raises an eyebrow until you admit, “Okay, it’s working, yeah. I’m definitely getting there.”

There meaning, ready to let Steve get the practice he came here for.

He chuckles in satisfaction and leans down to kiss you again. “And how will I know when you’re…ready?”

I already am. “Just keep doing what you’re doing, dumbass,” you laugh.

Things start moving faster now. Steve’s hands are everywhere, tracing paths all along your body, his lips not far behind. It feels like he’s absolutely worshiping your body. And god, is he eager. There’s zeal and fervor in every motion. He’s kissing your stomach when his hands find your thighs, caressing the skin as if you’re the finest silk.

“Your skin is so soft,” he compliments you. You feel stupidly flustered.

“You have a way with words,” you note. “That’s good. Girls love that.”

“Does that mean you love it, too?” he asks.

You nod, sheepish again. God, you feel so lucky to be here with Steve Fucking Harrington right now. So far, there hasn’t been a single thing he hasn’t done aptly. Again, how bad could he possibly be at the rest?

Steve’s hand comes around your hips to your ass, giving it a gentle squeeze. You buck your hips up into him, and he groans a little.

“Steve,” you gasp.

He gives you a cheeky smile.

“Take off my shorts,” you instruct.

His smile vanishes.

“I, uh—okay,” he stammers. He’s hesitant as ever as he slides your pajama shorts down your legs. “Shorts are off.” He swallows hard and frowns at the sight of you in just your underwear. Not quite the reaction most girls want when a guy sees them nearly naked.

You frown back, perturbed by his sudden change of mood. “Hey, we don’t have to do this,” you remind him. “Rule number one, remember?”

“No, that’s not it. I want to. I really want to—for you,” he adds, his eyes indecipherable. “I’m just…I don’t know where to start.”

You smooth his hair back from his face. “I’ll guide you.”

Truth be told, you aren’t even positive yourself about how you’d guide Steve through this, seeing as you’ve never successfully came from a guy’s mouth before. But you really don’t want Steve to know that.

“I just want it to be good for you,” he adds.

“There’s no pressure,” you reassure him. “Look…” You reach for his hands, giving them a gentle squeeze before guiding them to your inner thighs. You show him how he can brush against your skin with a feather-light touch, and he replicates the action, tracing soft lines. “You can kiss me, there, too,” you murmur.

He obeys, leaning down and kissing his way up your thighs until his lips reach the inseam of your underwear. The sensation—and the anticipation—sends a miserably warm feeling across your groin. You fall back onto your elbows, humiliated at the thought that he’d be able to see the wet spot on your underwear.

“Now what?” Steve breathes out, and you feel his hot breath spilling across your pelvis. It completely scatters your thoughts.

“I…your hand.”

“What?”

“Touch me, Steve. Through my panties.”

Whoops. You’ve forgotten he hates that word. “Don’t say that,” he groans.

“Grow up,” you say. And then you gasp and jolt, as he’s decided to go right for your clit with his thumb. “Whoa.”

“‘Whoa’ is good,” Steve grins, pressing into your clit again. Your legs twitch. You bat his hand away.

“‘Whoa’ is surprised,” you correct. “You didn’t give me any warning.”

“You told me to touch you!”

“There’s a whole lot more surface area you could have started with,” you chuckle. You grab his hand again and lead it lower, to your labia. “It feels good if you touch me here, too.”

And it certainly does feel good. Steve touches you teasingly gently at first, and then he slowly starts to add pressure. His fingers stroke you down and up, teasing your entrance. You hum contentedly.

“You’re so warm,” he says.

“If you want,” you breathe, “you can kiss there, too.”

Steve, eager as ever, presses his lips to you through your underwear, right where you know a pool of wetness has seeped through. You sigh and lay back to enjoy yourself. While his lips are busy, he runs his hands up and down your thighs. He squeezes your inner thigh, and now you let yourself moan.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Steve whispers. “You look so good.”

You realize he’s looking up at you through his lashes as he kisses you. It feels incredibly personal. Why, oh why does he have to be doing that?

And why can’t I look away?

“Can I take these off?”

You nod—finally—but Steve doesn’t move.

“Y/N? Can you say it aloud for me?”

“Yes,” you say. “That’s good that you ask. You should always ask.”

Steve slips off your underwear without another moment’s hesitation. He gapes at you, fully unclothed.

“Don’t stare at me like that,” you giggle. “You’re making me feel so self-conscious.”

You try to close your legs, but Steve promptly pries your knees apart again. He’s practically salivating. He looks up at you with hungry eyes before he bends down and engulfs your pussy with his mouth.

Oh fuck. You gasp and arch into him. Holy fuck.

His tongue laps at you, right at your entrance. He makes a groaning sound and closes his eyes. “You taste so fucking good.”

“I thought you didn’t know what to do.”

“I know what I want to do,” he asserts. “I want to taste you.”

He does it again, dragging his tongue through you over and over like it’s his dying wish. It feels too fucking good, mostly because it’s Steve Harrington doing it. To deflect, you scramble to think of something to say.

“You’re doing good,” you say, your voice taught. “You’re doing so good, Steve.”

Your words encourage him, and he flattens his tongue as he licks his way up to your clit. It sends hot chills across your whole body. You tilt your head back and moan softly. He continues with that motion for awhile, licking upwards each time.

It feels good having his tongue on your clit, but the motion isn’t really doing it for you.

“Ok, hold on,” you rasp and brush your hands through his hair. He pulls away and looks up at you naively. “I know you work at Scoops Ahoy for a living, but you can do more than just lick it like an ice cream cone. No offense.”

“Ah, pussy-flavored ice cream,” he jokes.

“Gross.”

“Not yours.” As if to prove his point, he laps his tongue through you again. You bite your lip, and he laughs. “Besides, that was all just for me, mostly. I love how you taste, Y/N,” he says, his voice sincere, filled with lust.

You want to explode. Is it just you, or is it getting steamy in this basement?

“I’m glad you think so.”

He kisses both of your thighs. “Tell me what you want now, baby.”

Baby? Did he mean to say that? You struggle to think of how to describe it to him. “I want your mouth on my clit,” you say softly.

Steve’s intense eyes don’t leave yours as he dips down to press his lips oh so gently to your clit. “Right here?” he murmurs against it.

You nod, absolutely transfixed at the sight. “More,” you demand. He parts his lips, taking you into his mouth. Your breathe shakily, your toes curling. Your racing thoughts from before have come to a halt, and all you can think about is this very moment.

“So sensitive,” he notices.

You can’t reply even if you wanted to. Steve treats you so gently with his mouth. Sweat starts to bead on your forehead. You can’t believe he’s still looking up at you so adoringly with those big brown eyes.

“Wrap your arms around me,” you instruct.

He does as he’s told. Holy god, this is the vision you’d been dreaming of for the past twenty four hours. Exactly the same vision.

Steve perched in between your legs. His arms wrapped around your thighs. His mouth wrapped around your clit.

It’s almost too much. You collapse backward and moan his name, loudly. He likes that, because he makes a little chuckle sound and holds you even more tightly against him. You’re so goddamn aroused at this point you want to cry. It was almost perfect, except you find yourself wanting more than what Steve is currently doing with his tongue.

“Hold on,” you pant. “Steve.”

He breaks away from you. “Am I doing good?” he asks genuinely.

He’s like a golden retriever. You smile breathlessly and touch his cheek. “So far so good. But I need you to use your tongue more.”

Steve huffs a laugh. “First you’re telling me it’s too much tongue and you’re not ice cream, and now it’s not enough. Women really are fickle.”

You giggle. “No, no…” You think back to his mouth on your breasts and the way his tongue was driving you crazy then. “Do you remember what you were doing to my nipples before? Do it like that.”

The spark of a challenge glints in his eyes. “Coming right up.”

Like you’d just ordered ice cream. What a dumbass. You’re about to laugh and make another jest, but—

Fuck, he’s doing it. Holy. Fuck.

Your mouth falls open and you let out a long moan. Steve sucks at your clit, his tongue moving in circles now—slow at first, and then faster.

“Yeah, that’s it,” you encourage him, your voice raw. “That’s it, Steve, baby. Just like that. Oh my god. Fuck.”

His fingertips dig into the skin of your hips, your waist. You start to see stars. Fuck. Your insecurities are long gone now; you feel your orgasm beginning to creep up on you. But you need more.

“I need your fingers, baby,” you whine.

He pulls away. “What?”

Aggrieved that he stopped, you tangle your hands in his hair. “I’m telling you to finger me.”

Steve smiles like a schoolgirl. He readjusts one of his arms so his hand is free and the other is still wrapped around your hips. He pops one of his fingers into his mouth. You’re pleased to know he at least knows to do that, for lubrication.

But he’s going much too slow for your liking now. He traces along your entrance with his finger, gazing down at it like a rare artifact. And he’s not even using his mouth anymore. You grunt in frustration.

“Steve?”

“Hmm?”

“Finger me. Now.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice. He pushes his middle finger into you. You flutter your eyes shut and groan.

“So fucking wet,” he marvels. “And tight. Fuck, you’re perfect, Y/N.”

“Less talking.” You tighten your grip on his hair. “More eating me out.”

Steve gives you a cocky grin. “So that means you’re liking it, then? I’m doing good?”

Come on! “Not if you keep talking!”

He laughs. His finger curls up inside of you and you jolt as if you’d been electrocuted. You feel the effects of it ripple through your body like wildfire. Finally, he bends down to suck on your clit again. His mouth feels so warm and wet, pressed so hard against you his nose brushes against your mons pubis. With his tongue resuming its circular pattern, his finger curling over and over inside you, his eyes still locked on yours…

The white-hot tinge of need in your core grows and grows.

“Don’t stop, Steve,” you whine desperately and buck your hips against him. He speeds up. “No, no, don’t speed up. Keep doing exactly what you were doing.” The steady pace resumes. “Yeah, that’s good, that’s so fucking good, baby.”

Each lap of his tongue, each curl of his finger, feels as if he’s stripping away every layer of your poise and dignity, until you’re nothing but an incoherent, desperate, moaning mess for him. The fire in your core burns hotter and hotter, and you’re struck with the notion that no man has ever made you feel this good, ever.

“Steve, I’m gonna—oh, fuck, I’m gonna come,” you realize. He hums encouragingly against you, and it’s enough to push you over the edge. You can’t believe this is happening, can’t believe he’s truly done it, and there’s no going back now.

You come completely undone, the tendrils of fire overtaking your whole body. You arch your back and cry out a broken sob of pure pleasure. You convulse, clenching around his finger, grinding against his face, without a shred of dignity left in you. Your thighs squeeze together against your will. Reality becomes a hazy, agonizing dream.

Steve’s name leaves your lips like a prayer. And as the waves of pleasure continue to ripple through you, Steve doesn’t let up. You thrash away from him, but he’s keeping you pinned down against the couch with his arm. It takes pushing his forehead forcefully away and telling him, “Stop, stop, stop,” for him to finally stop.

Minutes pass. Maybe hours. You don’t really know how long. The only sounds in the room are your labored breathing, Steve kissing your legs, and the television blaring Fast Times.

“Holy fuck,” you finally say once you recover the ability to speak. It’s all you can say. “Are you okay?”

“Am I okay?” Steve laughs. “I should be asking you that.”

“Did I squeeze you too tightly? With my thighs?”

He kisses your thighs then. “I fucking loved it.”

“Good. I hope I didn’t suffocate you.”

"I wish you would have. Holy fuck, Y/N."

You focus on your breathing. “Oh my god.”

“So I’m guessing that means I did a good job?” Steve grins up at you and wipes off his chin. He looks so proud of himself. Frankly, you’re proud of yourself for being able to make this happen for him.

A part of you feels humiliated about the mess you’ve inevitably made on his face and hands. The rest of you is too blessed out to care.

“Yeah, Steve,” you smile back at him. “You did a good job.”

He pumps his fist and whispers, “Yes!”

“You’re such an idiot.”

“An idiot who just made you come.” Steve can’t stop kissing and caressing your legs and stomach. “That was…that was fucking amazing, Y/N. That was hands down the hottest thing I think I’ve ever witnessed.”

It’s perfect timing for an aftershock to rack your body. You inhale and squeeze your legs shut. Steve watches you, dumbstruck.

“What was that?” he gapes, rubbing at your legs.

You start to giggle. “That happens sometimes.”

“God. Jesus. That’s what it’s like for you?” Steve lets out an appreciative exhale. “You women have it so good. Gotta say, I’m a bit envious. It’s like that for all women?”

“It’s different for all women,” you comment, your heart still racing. You reach for your underwear on the ground and slip them on; it’s more comfortable for you like that.

“Is it like that for you every time?” he asks. “With all the shaking, and the quivering, and the…?” He gestures broadly to your body.”

“Only the really good orgasms are like that,” you grin. “It’s never happened before you, with another man.”

Steve freezes and gapes at you. Whoops. You hadn’t meant to let that one slide.

“What?” he exclaims in disbelief. “You’ve got to be kidding.” When you shake your head, he says, “No one’s ever made you come before?”

“Nope. Well, now, one person has.”

He looks fascinated. “And you wanted to let me be the first?”

Well, duh. “I figured I could still be a good teacher to you.” You waggle your eyebrows. “Was I?”

“Holy fuck, were you,” he says. “Should call you ‘Professor Y/N.’”

“You were a very apt pupil,” you compliment jokingly.

You realize then, as your connection with reality starts to return, that Steve’s voice is more strained than you’d ever heard it. Almost as strained as the hard outline you can clearly see bulging uncomfortably from his pants. His eyes have a feral energy to them as he looks into your eyes and continues to trace lines on your body with his hands. He was clearly turned on, excruciatingly so.

I could return the favor, you think to yourself. The idea of doing that has you practically salivating. But the question wasn’t would you do it (of course you would) but rather should you do it. That wasn’t part of your agreement. And at what point would you and Steve be past the point of no return as friends?

But he has to be so needy right now. Plus, screw the agreement. Who said you had to play by those unspoken rules?

You decide to test the waters a bit, leaning into Steve. He leans into you, too, almost imperceptibly, so you close the distance between your lips. He tastes of you and it’s such a sexy thought that you make a mental note to savor it for the rest of your life. You start to kiss him more heavily, but you can tell he’s holding back, hesitating.

“Hey,” you murmur.

“Hey,” he echoes you.

“Thank you. For the orgasm.” He huffs a little laugh. “I mean it. It was really amazing. Fantastic. Life altering. All of the good things.”

“It was for me, too,” he says quietly. But he doesn’t say anything more. Is he feeling shy? You’ll have to go for a less subtle approach.

“And intense,” you say as your hands caress. “You must be feeling a lot right now.”

“I’m okay,” Steve says. Your hands go to his chest, slowly tracing down to his stomach, and lower. “Y/N, what…?”

You kiss him again, sensually and with as much intent in your actions as possible. Your hands drop lower, searching for his belt buckle.

Steve seizes your wrists.

“Whoa, whoa,” he frowns. “Y/N, what are you doing?”

“I’d like to return the favor.” Badly. Please let me.

But Steve shakes his head fervently. “That’s, uh—that’s okay, Y/N, I—um, I don’t think we should—” he stammers. “You—you don’t have to do that.”

“Don't have to? I want to,” you say simply. Steve’s eyes seem panicked.

“You do?” he asks, shocked. You smile roguishly and bite your bottom lip. His skin reddens a shade darker.

“Really, I’m fine,” he insists. “I don’t need you to, uh… We shouldn’t do that.”

What? “Why not? You did it for me.”

“Yes, and it was amazing, but Y/N, I really d—I can’t.”

“I don’t understand,” you say. “What’s wrong?” Does he have an STD?

“Nothing’s wrong,” he replies too quickly. “I promise.”

You feel frustrated, worried, that he won’t tell you. "That's okay," you say. And then it got awkward when he didn't say anything back. Your heart rate skyrocketed. “I'm just curious why not?”

“I just—I don’t want that, Y/N. With you.”

Well, ouch. His words sink in, and you feel flustered again, but for a very different reason.

There’s another long pause, long enough for you to come to your senses. You grab your pajama shirt from the floor and pull it back on, avoiding his gaze. "That's okay," you say again. But it did not feel okay.

“Well It’s not like I don’t want to, I do,” Steve explains. “I really—god. I really do want to."

“You’re contradicting yourself,” you mutter. "It's okay that you don't want to do that, but don't lie to me about it." You don’t know why, but you feel humiliated, suddenly overhwlemed about everything that just happened, everythig that steve just did to you, and everything he just said. Why do I feel humiliated? I wanted this. He wanted this.

“I'm not lying! I—listen,” Steve says, grabbing your upper arms. He doesn’t speak again until you’ve met his eyes. “We’re friends, Y/N. Really good friends. That was rule number two, right?”

You nod and try not to think of how much you very much did not want to be just friends with Steve a few minutes ago.

“Right,” he continues. “And what you’re saying you want to do, with me—to me—it’s…” He sighs. “I don’t think I could go back to being friends with you after that, Y/N.”

Unexpected anger flashes in your chest. “Oh, but you can go back to being friends after you’ve tasted my pussy, though?” You spit the words out more harshly than you should have. “That doesn’t even make any sense, Steve.”

He flinches. “You’re upset.” He sighs again, does that stupid hand-through-the-hair thing for the millionth time today. “I didn’t mean to make you upset. I’m sorry.”

You bite your cheek and work to calm yourself down. You always go so wacky after having an orgasm, and frankly, you still feel out of sorts from it. This was stupid. You shouldn't get mad at him for telling you he doesn't want you to give him head. If he's not comfortable, he's not comfortable. But why is he saying he does want you to?

“It’s okay if you don’t want me to do that, Steve,” you say. “I’ll respect that if you’re not comfortable with it, of course. But I just don't understand what you're saying. Why should it be so different for you than it was for me?”

He stares at you hard. He opens his mouth, then closes it. His honey eyes seem like he’s looking at you through a thousand-foot wall that’s guarding his emotions; you can’t decipher them at all.

“Why should it be different?” you repeat.

“It just is, Y/N, for me,” he says with finality.

You don’t have a response for him. You're humiliated. Humiliated for asking to give him head. Humiliated that he rejected you. Humiliated that he did it for you.

He stares at you until he can’t anymore, looking toward the basement steps.

“I should go,” he says.

“Okay,” you reply.

That’s it, I guess, you think. Pussy-eating lesson over. Seriously, what are you supposed to say now? Let’s pretend like that never happened and go back to being friends. See you tomorrow at the mall. I hope you can put your newfound skills to the test soon.

Another thought in your head says, What exactly were you expecting to happen after this, Y/N?

You pull on your night shorts and follow Steve up the stairs and to your front door. He looks down at you, looks back and forth between your eyes, looks down at your lips.

“Rule number two,” he says softly, but it’s almost like a question, like he wants to make sure you’re on the same page.

So you force a small smile, hoping to God it’s convincing. "Stay friends, no matter what,” you recite.

Steve nods and smiles back; you’ve convinced him well. “You’re one of my closest friends, Y/N. One of my best friends.” He says it like he's willing for it to still be true. He seems like he wants to say something more, but he breathes deeply instead. “See you tomorrow?” he asks.

You nod and open the door for him to let him out. “Goodnight, Steve.”

“Goodnight.”

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mrs-monaghan · 11 months

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Hey, since you often catch details and seem like an open-minded person, I want to share what I observed in the last few days. So, I definitely believe in Jikook but that was not always the case. My bias is Jimin and I always mostly focused on him, but once I observed Jungkook more carefully, the truth revealed itself step by step. Now something similar happened since I focused on Taehyung. And it seems crazy, to me as well, but please give it a chance! Watch "Nippon TV BUZZ RHYTHM 02 - BTS Cut" timestamp: 13:55, and watch (and listen to) all of their expressions closely, especially Jikook and Taehyung. Keep an eye on Namjoon, too. Then please look at the lyrics of Sweet Night and really reflect on them. Just as a reminder, there is Taehyung calling Jimin his "one and only best friend" in "Let's BTS" and similarly in Festa 2019, for example. I also am stuck on Jin calling Taehyung very generous and big-hearted in "Special Movie BTS MUSIC JOURNEY" (after the release of Sweet Night) and the others agreeing, their expressions speaking once again. Then finally those compilations where Taekook is apparently jealous of each other. Or Vmin. And now you just have to connect the dots but I did not see any other person who has done so. All those moments, all those compilations make so much more sense to me. All in all, it seems that Taehyung has or had feelings for Jimin. Sounds crazy! Of course we should not assume too much but the connections are there and in hindsight, they seem obvious. You just have to put the puzzle pieces together. I really hope that Taehyung is over it, because unrequited love hurts badly. Taehyung as a person makes so much more sense to me. His actions, his depression, his pain... Well, I guess Jimin did not call himself "Tailor of Chaos" without reason. That situation must have been difficult for him, too. Maybe (just maybe) that is an indicator regarding his state in 2020... And of course on Jungkook. But maybe that is the actual reason why Jungkook and Taehyung seem to be closer now, maybe mending their friendship! Especially, since Taehyung found a partner. And maybe Jikook feel some kind of guilt for causing Taehyung pain... who knows. There is much to think about and honestly, it sounds like pure fanfiction but if I learned something in life, it is that nothing is impossible. Hope you give it a chance, I really would like your opinion on all that. I certainly am feeling very surprised. Have a nice day :)

Yes anon, it takes very little for me to judge people seeing as I'm a lunatic myself 🤭🤭 if I had a shilling for everytime someone called me crazy I would have attended all of Suga's concerts and then some 😂 so u get no judgement from me my lovely 🙌🏽

Except insecure Jikookers, of course. Fuck you! I judge you everyday! 🤨🤨🤨

So! Umm yes. I've seen this theory being thrown around. I have friends who think this might be the case. And one of them is actually really good at analysing and picking up cues and she believes V may have had feelings for Jimin at some point and her arguments make sense.

But for me... idk. Idk anon. 🤔 I have a hard time picturing this. I will share a clip that will be hard for some of you to watch. So brace yourselves

Oh boy. Glad I have my anons off because u guys are already kinda mad at V atm 😂😂

Things to note about the first clip: (I know... I know. It's bad. I recently just discovered it and it doesn't look good, I agree)

a) Point to note number one is that, that is how most people in SK feel about homosexuality. As u can hear V is basically telling Jimin something is wrong with him mentally for liking men. And when u grow up with everyone around u telling u this, of course u will believe it. It also explains why he would keep the company he keeps. (Go Google Bogum and his cult scandal) People in SK don't believe men can be with other men. And those who have seen it happen, think its a mental illness. This was obviously embedded in V for him to have done this not once, but twice. And this is only what we saw on camera.

b) 2nd point to note; Taekook just cannot be real. It's just, impossible. Yes, V has changed, obviously. Hanging out with Jimin will do that to you. He obviously doesn't feel as strongly about homosexuality like he used to. And he loves Jimin and JK which means he has adjusted his mentality. But, this is a guy who used to say basically homophobic stuff to his friend. And as u can see, that clip is from around May 2015 So at what point would V have started dating JK as early as 2013 when this is how he felt about his friend a boy, liking boys?

c) 3rd point to note; Jimin doesn't deny it. I hate how he's just defending himself there repeating over and over; I don't like you that way, so what's your issue? I dont behave that way towards you, why you mad? Anyway, Jimin doesn't once say "no i don't like men." Or "stop lying" he just says "I don't feel that way about you."

d) Last point to note, Jikook is real. Why? Because what triggered V, was Jimin telling JK to sit next to him. And immediately V goes off about how something is wrong with Jimin in the head because these days he likes men. Likes JK.

Now anon, let's go back to point number 2. I know internalised homophobia is a thing. (Thank you Shameless! You taught me sm!) But it stems from someone hating that they like someone of the same sex and they don't want to be that way, but they are. So saying V used to have a crush on Jimin insinuates he would have had to get over his homophobia and start seeing Jimin in a new light. I mean, it's Jimin and the Jimin effect is a thing that exists. But, still. Idk. I just don't know. Watching that clip tells me that his parents are like this. Him being so close with the WS, tells me he wouldn't have kept them as friends if at any one point he started liking someone of the same sex. Knowing how they feel about it.

V is more accepting now, of course. But Jikook are in the closet and only close knit people know about it. And V definitely isn't divulging that to the WS. Again, knowing how they feel about this topic.

What am I saying anon? I think those V jealous Vmin moments that exist are because he "lost" his bestfiend when Jikook became a thing. He had to share Jimin with JK. And I imagine Jimin tried to be there for both of them but sometimes JK took priority and maybe V didn't like that. They used to be bestfriends. Super close. V even looked after Jimin in school. Asked some people he knew to look after the new kid because that was his friend. They were close. Really close. Then satellite Jeon comes and changes everything.

Now to the assignment you gave me. The question was who's the most romantic

Suga (what?) And RM say JK. Guess they've seen it first hand. 🤭 Also Jikook both point at Jin

V on the other hand says Jikook but then changes it to just Jimin

I also looked at the lyrics of sweet night (he sounds so good) and I'm guessing you're talking about this part;

Anon, if you ship Vmin, or are suspicious of Vmin, it would be easy to conclude this song is about Jimin. Easy. But if you're like me who believes V is as straight as a ruler, then the first thing I think of when I hear that, is some girl he liked at the time that he was really close to. Someone he dated in the past, maybe. To me V is as straight as they come and I could try, but I cannot see where you're coming from.

But if you listen to sweet night and then watch V jealous compilations, you're gonna be influenced. Because you're going in already thinking the best friend he's talking about is Jimin! But, remember, you don't have to have romantic feelings for someone to be jealous. You can be jealous that your sister is spending too much time with someone else. You can be jealous your bestfriend doesn't make time for you anymore ever since they started dating. You know what I mean?

That's what I think you saw. In my opinion, of course. I could be wrong and way off base but...yeah.

In Conclusion: Vmin isn't real and there was never potential for it to be so.

I appreciate u trusting me with this ask, anon 😘

#ask shaz #bts ask #jikook #vminkook #jimin and jungkook #bts #jimin #jungkook

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sungdonnie · 2 months

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let’s cancel yoona 💋

btw can i be your ✨ anon?

Pt.1 || pt.2

NOT PROOF READ

||Angst, dry humping?||

A/n: sorry for the long wait I just completely forgot about tumblr because of school. Comment and reblog??

- pt.1

You sat all the way in the back row because you liked sitting there to clear your mind. But that caught Hyuns attention since he said, “ Y/n why are you sitting all the way back there?” With a little desperation in his face. He kept side eyeing Yoona to hint that he didn’t want to be alone with her. You laughed in your head but proceeded to sit behind Hyunjin and Yoona.

“So how was you guys days?” You asked.

………….

Pt.2

“ it was shit, but now it’s better because I’m with you guys,” Yoona responded.“ mmm my was the usual” Hyunjin said.

“ okay well guys I bought drinks for us and snacks for us to eat and drink to have fun.” You winked to them.“That sound really good I’m so excited y/nnie” Yoona said in an excited voice but something was off. It was like she made her voice higher than usual AND she never call you y/nnnie. She said herself that it makes her sound like a pick me when she adds innie at the end of anyone’s names.You gave an awkward smile to her but she was to busy looking at Hyunjin to notice.

But hyunjin noticed it because he was looking at you. You kinda got the vibe that Hyunjin didn’t like Yoona but you didn’t know for sure. “That definitely sounds like something” Hyunjin said blinks his eyes twice. He usually did that when he was trying to throw shade. So in that case he was throwing shots at Yoona. You broke the laugh that you were holding from that and covered your face. That made Yoona look at you with confusion.“Hyunjin what’s so funny” Yoona asked“Oh I dunno” he replied.

Yoona was definitely confused on why you laughed because you don’t laugh at simple things like that. She thought that you were flirting with Hyunjin. And that made her jealous so she had to do something about that. Since she secretly liked Hyunjin. (DUN DUN DUNNNN)“ I really don’t get what’s funny though” she said sounding a bit agitated. You stepped in and said “ Girl it’s nothing jeez” with a smile.

It looked like she didn’t believe you but she said ok to brush the situation off. You looked Outside and realized that your stop was next.

“Okay guys we are getting off in 2 stops” you said to them.“

You had got up since you wanted to guide them but then then the bus eventually came to a abrupt stop. So that caused you to fall right on hyuns lap since you got up first because you were behind them. Your heart dropped ‘omfg what is happening right now’ u thought to yourself. When u tried to get up but Hyunjin grabbed on your waist to secure you from falling again. “ Hyunjin let gooo of me.” You whined. “Fine, but when you fall again don’t say I didn’t try to help you” Hyunjin said rolling his eyes.

He let go and you shot up and fixed your clothes. When you looked up you saw Yoona staring at you with no expression in her face. You could tell she was annoyed but she when she saw you were looking at her she quickly put a smile on her face which you knew was fake.

Yoona got up before Hyunjin and stood next to you. ‘Why would she get up before Hyunjin if she was sitting on the window seat’ you thought. The bus came to another stop and then YOONA just somehow fell on Hyunjins lap. But for her he lightly pushed her off oh him. “ how the fuck did she fall on him and the bus didn’t even stop hard” you thought.

“ Come guys this our stop!” You said with enthusiasm. You tried to save the embarrassment from Yoona.

Yoona was fuming she was mad and embarrassed at the same time. But she masked it with a smile.The bus doors opened and you guys made your way out of the bus.

“ guys just follow me” you said.

- time skip-

You got out your keys, put in the door and opened it.-“ go in guys” you told them.

-Yoona went, then Hyunjin, then lastly you. You closed the door and locked it. Hyunjin sat on the floor taking out his things he brought to stay over. “ Y/n I’m going to go Change ok” he says. On the other hand Yoona sat on the couch completely zoned out. -“ Yoon?” you called out to her. -She looked at you with confusion. “You alright??” You asked. “ yeah why wouldn’t I be” she with kinda an attitude. “ oh ok” you responded back to her

.-“ come on let’s change in my room” you told her. “ okay y/n”. You guys went into your room and locked the door. You went in your drawer to take your clothes which were some shorts and a baggy black shirt. While on the other hand Yoona took out her clothes slowly. You turned around and changed into your clothes. You were close enough to Yoona so you changed infront of her but you turned do your back was facing her. (BAD IDEA). When you finished changing u turned around but when you turned about Yoona turned around rather quickly. You Felt like she was on some suspicious shit but you brushed it off.

-“ well since I’m done I’ll go in the living room with Hyunjin since he might be done changing too” you told Yoona. She nodded and started typing on her phone fast. ‘ what’s up with her’ you thought as you walked out the room and closed the door

.-You went out into the living room and saw no sight on Hyunjin. So you went to the bathroom and knocked on the door. You heard a startled sound come out of Hyunjin. “Uhhh Y/n I’ll be out in a second”. “ okay hyun what ever you say ig” you respond.

-Yoona came out of your room after like 4 minutes. “Yoon can u help me set up the drink and snacks?” You asked her. “ of course y/n” she said with no problem. You went toward the kitchen and got the drinks you while Yoona did the snacks. When guys brought the snacks and drinks into the living room that’s when Hyunjin came out. You looked at him and he was just in some plain sweats and a black tank. ‘A typical outfit for a unique guy but why does he look fucked out’ your thought. ‘Wait why are you thinking like this Y/n…. Omg do I have a crush on him wait no this can’t be. There’s no way he’d feel the same way’ you thought.

-You masked your thoughts with a raised eyebrow for Hyunjin. He looked at with a gaze that he’s never given you before. It wasn’t a bad gaze it was more like a stunned look. But you stopped this whole tension thing by looking at Yoona who was setting the snacks down.

When Yoona finished setting the drinks down you sat down.

“ okay guys what games do u guys wanna play” you asked them.

“ hmmm fuck, marry, kill” Yoona suggested. Hyunjin looked at him and let out a cough. Which made her look at him.

“ what, I’m trying to make things interesting” she Shrugged.

“ I mean it would hurt, do u guys wanna do in real people we know or celebrities.” you asked.

They both answered at the same time. Hyunjin said “celebrities”. While Yoona said, “ in real life”.

“ let’s just do both then.” you told them. They nodded to your response.

“ I’ll go first then” Hyun said. “ runner ups are me, Felix, and bangchan”.

“ Hyunjin that’s so unfair!” You said as you pushed him.

“ yeah hyunnie that’s so unfair.” Yoona said.

Hyunjin side eyed her so hard you wanted to laugh. ‘But like why would she ever say that? .. she’s giving pick me gives’ You thought. But again Yoona looked at you to see what you would say.

“ Umm anyway guys, answer.” Hyunjin said rolling his eyes.

“ I’ll go first, kill bangchan guys, he gives me gives me fatherly vibes, fu-” You said before Hyunjin interrupted you by saying “ wait so that means you’ll either fuck me or marry me.” he said with a smile. “ uhhh I’d marry you Hyunjin” Yoona said. “ good to know, good to know.” Hyunjin said saying the last good to know slower than the first one. “ you see someone would marry you does that make you feel better.” you cooed at him. “ yeah totally.” he said putting his hand on Yoona’s shoulder.

“ now back to what I was saying, kill bangchan, fuck you and Marry Felix because he’s so sweet.” You finished. Hyunjin rolled his eyes. “ Now you go Yoona.” he told Yoona.

“ I’d kill Chan because I don’t know him that like that, fuck Felix, and marry you” Yoona said smiling.

“ thank you someone who appreciates me” Hyunjin said rolling his eyes towards you.

“ oh please you wouldn’t like me” you said pushing him. ‘ but I wish you would’ you thought.

But that’s when Hyunjin mumbled something but you decided to not intrude because if he want to say something out loud he’d say it.

“ guys let play truth or dare but with a twist” you smirked.

“ what’s the twist” Yoona asked with a eyebrow raised. Hyunjin looking the same way.

“ if you don’t want to answer you have to drink at shot of soju” you said raising up the shot glasses that you secretly brung to the table so they wouldn’t get suspicious.

hyunjin laughed, “ y/n you can’t even drink like that for real”

“ listen I’ve gotten better” you told him.

“ sure what you say” he mimicked your same tone.

“ I’ll go first guys, ask me” you said getting ready for the anything.

“ truth or dare” Yoona said mysteriously.

“ Trust” you said.

“ is it true that you hate the way you look” Yoona said smirking.

“ Dude what the fuck is wrong with you” Hyunjin said. Yoona looked at him and said, “ what it’s just a question” she shrugged.

You on the other hand wanted to go crazy because she already know this piece of information. The truth was that you did. But you didn’t wanna say it in front of hyun. Instead you said “ bitch…” has you faked smiled at her. She smiled like she enjoyed this. This actually surprised you because she never acted like this. But you got your shot glass and poured your soju drank and left it at that. Hyunjin looked you with soft eyes because he knew the answer was yes since you drank.

You shook Hyunjin by his shoulders and said, “ you’re up, truth or dare?”

“ Dare” he said with annoyance.

“ I dare you to say who you like” Hyunjin eyes went wide. “ I can’t say so I’ll drink.” You got another shot glass and poured soju into it. Then you gave it to Hyunjin. He drank it in one go. But the way his veins looked was so hot. ‘ y/n stop thinking about him like that jeez he likes someone’ you thought. Yes you were bummed that he liked someone else but you were also happy for him.

“ Yoona you’re up” you say.

“Truth or dare?” Hyunjin said impatiently. “ truth.” “Is it true that you slept with the professor?”

“Hyunjin!” You exclaimed.

“What blood for blood” he defended.

“ pass me the drank” Yoona said with annoyance. Hyunjin coughed at her response but this time he poured her drank.

“ okay Guys let’s just watch a movie” you said .

“ why the game was just getting started.” Hyunjin said.

“ hyun don’t start please” you said.

“ Fineeee” Hyunjin said in defeat.

“ Yoona, scary or not??” You asked her.

“ scary” she dragged it.

You were still stuck on the fact that she asked you that question but you were a little tipsy. So you didn’t wanna confront while tipsy of course so you would ask her while sober.

- time skip

You sat in the middle of the couch, while they sat on the side of you. While “ Then nun” played. Hyunjin was being a scaredy cat and was practically hugging your said because he was so scared.

“Hyunjin it’s not even that scary” you exclaimed .

“ y/n you don’t understand” he said. He came close to your ear and said, “ I just want to be close to you + I’m scared of that dark.”

You looked at him with surprise. “ I would like you too” you smiled. He put his head on your shoulder and continued watching the movie. Your heart started beating fast. It felt like it would explode.

“ y/n relax, your heard it beating so fast” he teased.

“ ok so move away then” you said as you pushed him.

“ No I wanna be close to you” he said a little to loud. You looked at him with annoyance and just flatly moved away from him.

Hyunjin looked at you with confusion. So you looked towards Yoona to signal that she was right there. Hyunjin nodded his head to show that he understood what you were signaling.

“ Yoon you okay??” You asked her.

“ mhm” she said quickly but when she said it she shifted her phone. She was typing how she was typing before when you were changing.

“ y/n I think I gotta go.” she said.

“ noooo I really enjoyed you being hear Yoona” you whined. You were lying your ass off just now. You didn’t enjoyed her being here. After that stunt she pulled. But this kinda made you nervous that she’s leaving since you and Hyunjin would be alone.

Yoona got up to go change out of her pajamas and into her outside clothes. You turned to look at Hyunjin be he was already looking at you. You widen your eyes a bit because you were nervous. He laughed and rubbed your thighs but then took his hand off.

You and Hyunjin were touching with each other kinda. But never around people, you didn’t want them to get the wrong idea. But after hearing he wanted to get closer to you. You thought it would be more than that.

After some time Yoona came out the bathroom and grabbed her bag to put her pajamas into it. She quickly put her clothes in and zippered the bag. When she was done with her bag she got up and put on her shoes that were by the door. She opened the door and before leaving she said, “ bye Hyunjin and y/n” with a smile.

“ byeeee” you and Hyunjin dragged as she left apartment.

You got up and went to lock the door. You turned around and saw Hyunjin actually watching the movie. You went over to the kitchen to get some water. You opened the fridge bent down to get it and closed the fridge when you were done. You then walked back to the couch but this time sat where Yoona was sitting. That action confused Hyunjin.

“ y/n why are you sitting right there” he whined.

“ oh, you actually want me close to you” you said in surprise.

“ well no shit, why would I lie about that?” He said.

“ uhhh i don’t know” you responded.

“ well come here” he said while patting in between his legs.

‘ woahhhh why does he want me to sit there. Y/n don’t overreact he’s your best friend… that you have a crush on…. But he thinks of you as a friend so this is completely normal to him I guess. Wait but if he does this with me then he does this with other girls. Wait …he doesn’t speak to other girls.’ Your thoughts came to an end when Hyunjin sorta yelled out your names to get your attention.

“ sorry hyun, it must be the soju” you said knowing dame well that wasn’t the case. You got up and went between his legs where you wanted you to be. He wrapped his hand around your waist and put face by your neck. But his lips were almost touching your neck.

‘ I’m actually gonna pass out. I might have to ask him what are we’ you joked in your head. Knowing you were actually freaking out because his plump, pink lips were so close to you.

“ y/n can I try something with you?” Hyunjin asked you curiously.

“ Of course, what is it?”

“ can I make out with you?” He asked nervously.

Your eyes shot opens at this moment. You were surprised that he even asked you that. ‘wait because is that even a question… wait yes consent y/n, consent is very important’ you thought.

When Hyunjin saw you do that he slowly removed his head from your shoulders.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to” he assured you. But when he said it he sounded at bit down.

“ no hyun that not it. It just that I wanna know who’s your crush first” you asked him.

“ mmmmm it’s you” he said looking directly in your eyes.

You let out the most loudest scream is your head. ‘ he likes me back! Omg I’m gonna faint from this’ you said in your head of course.

“ ok good cause me too.” You said sounding very calm, which you didn’t even expect.

“ Really” Hyunjin said with curiosity.

“ duhh, why would I joke about that” mocking him from earlier.

“ well come on” he exclaimed. He grabbed your waist and turnt you facing him. You were sitting on him. Something you never thought that would actually happen. You weren’t the one to get shy with this type of stuff but this is your best friend Hyunjin rn.

“ Hyunjin lean back on the couch” you told him. He automatically listened to you and waited for you to do something. Which was totally fine because you were always a dom in the relationship but Hyunjin didn’t know that.

you leaned in and kissed him. When you did that you felt his plump lips against yours. They were warm and fit right perfectly on yours. You guys were both experienced so it went smoothly. You could feel your self getting turned. To no surprise Hyunjin was too. You knew because his mini Hyunjin was raised. You looked down and then looked back up at him.

“ y/n don’t worry about that” Hyunjin said embarrassed.

“ it’s fine hyun” you told him.

You decided to give him a hickey but you kissed him first. When you did that his breath went unsteady.

“ can I?” You asked him.

Hyunjin nodded fastly. He didn’t wanna wasted no time. The second he did that you went straight in. You kissed him in all areas in his neck. When you went to this one specific spot on his neck he whined. You knew that was his sweet spot so you decided that’s where is hickey was gonna be.

You sucked on his neck slowly and started moving your hips back and forth on him. Hyunjin felt like he was on cloud nine. You his crush was giving a hickey and rocking on his cock. He was hard on rn. These feelings were so overwhelming he let out the most juiciest moan.

“ hyun do that again for me” you told him.

He whined, put his hands on your waist and started moving your hips a little faster. At this time your panties were wet. You didn’t know what you guys were gonna do after this but you figured that you’d just let things flow.

“ y/n I’m gonna cum” Hyunjin said lowkey.

When he said that you started moving your hips even faster and kissing his lips again. He was moaning non stop.

All of a sudden your notifications started going off like crazy. You signed in frustration because why the fuck is this happening in this moment.

“ y/n it’s okay you can check your phone. I can be good and wait.” Hyunjin told you.

‘ be good!?’ You thought but said, “ okay sorry hyun.”

You grabbed your phone that was on the side of you and saw the most embarrassing thing. What you saw was you changing into the clothes you’re wearing now. The only person you could have taken this was Yoona. You were freaking out. She posted it on her public story. She even put in bold “ this ugly ass fat bitch is so annoying”.

You started feeling water weld up in your eyes.

“ y/nnie what’s your?” Hyunjin asked you with concern.

You didn’t talk because of you did you knew you would just start bawling out in tears. So you just showed him. His face went in to confusion .

“ That bitch Yoona did that?“ he asked you.

You nodded to to his question.

- end

( Should I make a pt.3?!)

A/n: plz comment how you feel about this part. I feel like I kinda got boring at the end. But it’s what’s you guys thinks about this part. Thanks for reading<3

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Are we friends or are we more?

a/n: omg hey yall it's been a while lol! i got the title name from a one direction song ugh i miss them,,anyways this piece took me FOREVER cause my life has been a silly little roller coaster🥳i ended up combining two of my besties requests cause i thought it would be so cuTE!! i hope u guys enjoy it and credit to the gif owner! <3

Growing up with Steve has been nothing but an adventure. Steve Harrington has been your best friend the second your dad got a promotion at his new job and moved you and your mom into the new neighborhood. He watched with wide eyes and a big smile as you jumped out of the car and ran to the front door of the house.

“Hi!” he shouted and waved.

You turn around and face the small boy and wave back.

“I'm Steve! I live next door!” he panted out while running over to you.

“I'm y/n! This is my new house!”

“Yeah, old man Walt used to live here,” Steve said while kicking a rock around. “He was mean and always kept my balls if they went over the fence.”

You gasped and turned to your mom who was helping unload the truck.

“Mommy! Can I go to the backyard with Steve and look for his toys?”

“As long as you don't get your dress dirty honey, play nice!”

As cliche as it sounds, the rest was history. Steve and you stayed attached to the hip ever since that very day. Although he was growing, Steve never really changed. He kept his boyish charm and still told his not-so-funny jokes. The only thing that really changed about Steve was his reputation and his looks, and god was he nice to look at. You'd never admit it but a part of you always thought you and Steve would end up together. The both of you would watch countless movies about the boy falling in love with the girl next door, you'd expected something to happen as time went on, but Steve never made a move.

The older you two got, the more blurry the lines of friendship got for you two. Maybe it's because the older both of you got, the more thoughts you'd have about each other. Steve would never act on his thoughts, the furthest he's gone with you is sharing a bed from the many sleepovers you guys had.

“Do you ever think about me?” The time was currently 1:07 and even though everyone was asleep, you still found yourself whispering.

“I think about you all the time.” He's telling the truth.

“Not like that…I mean romantically.”

Your heart was pounding out of your chest right now. You know you shouldn’t have asked him this, Nancy just broke his heart a month ago but you have to know.

“Oh.”

It was a simple response, but it was enough to break your heart just a little bit.

Steve never answered you that night, but he wanted to. Steve has thought of you romantically ever since you set foot into your backyard with him and helped him find the balls old man Walt kept from him. Of course, he wasn't going to say anything about it though cause he'd rather not fuck up the one good thing in his life. You began to distance yourself after that little situation, nothing too bad. You just drive yourself from school and give him a small smile in the halls instead of greeting him.

“What is wrong with me Robin?! Why did I even ask that?” You asked while hiding your head in your locker. Robin lets out a hum and fixes her hair in the mirror you have hanging in there.

“You are the most cliche case I've ever heard of.” She chuckles out.

“Cliche or not I shouldn’t have put him on full blast like that.” You close your locker, ignoring the whine Robin lets out.

“Y/n, you didn't put him on blast. You just asked a simple question! If I was in your shoes and had someone treat me like that I’d want to clear the air too.”

You pouted at her. “Are you just saying that to make me feel better?”

She smiles at you. “And cause Steve is taking Stacy on a date tonight.”

Your heart is pounding, matching the rhythm of your hands slamming onto the door. You stop again checking your watch, biting down on your bottom lip. It was currently 9:55 and Steve took Stacy out around seven. Now, you haven't been on a date in a hot second, but they don't usually last this long, right? His car is parked in the driveway which means he's home. You sigh and lift your hand up to knock again but Steve swings the door open. The first thing you notice is him rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, then you see the bruise that's forming on his neck. You see how they fall to his chest and you realize Steve is shirtless.

“Y/n? What are you doing here?” He asked while yawning.

“You're shirtless.” you mutter. You've seen Steve shirtless before, but this is different. The way the moonlight shines on him makes him look ethereal.

Steve chuckles and shakes his head. “Eyes are up here sweetheart.”

Your eyes shoot to his face thinking you'd snap out of your daze but you just get worse. Steve still looks half asleep and his hair is sticking up in awkward places. You restrain yourself from reaching out to fix and clear your throat, you're putting your heart on the line right now and to say you're terrified is an understatement.

“Steve?” a voice breaks out. Your eyes fall to wherever the voice came from and you let out a breathy laugh. Stacy is standing in the middle of the stairs with Steve's shirt over her small frame.

“Stacy’s here.” You say, not taking your eyes off of her.

“Uh, yeah,” he turns to face her. “Go back to bed babe, I'll be there soon.”

She doesn't listen, instead, she leans against the railing glaring at you, almost as if she dares you to finish what you were about to say. Steve rolls his eyes and turns his attention back to you.

“Everything okay?”

No, but you nod your head and take a deep breath.

“I uh, I remembered you had my sweater here. Just wanted it back.”

Steve furrows his brows. “You came all the way here at,” his hand reached for your wrist looking at the watch you wore. “Ten o'clock just to get a sweater?”

You laugh. “Yeah, it was stupid. Very stupid.” you wipe away a tear that managed to escape and Steve stands a little straighter.

“Hey, it's okay I can grab it-”

“No, it's fine. I should…I should go.”

Steve’s shoulders slump and he nods his head. He feels uneasy but he's not sure why.

“Okay. I’ll see you later?”

You nod your head. “Bye Steve.”

That was the last time you talked to Steve. Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months, and before you knew it you and Steve were complete strangers. You'd run into him when Mrs. Henderson asked you to watch Dustin, every time Steve saw you it was like he saw a ghost. He’d try and talk to you but you'd either just walk off in the other direction, or you'd give him a quick goodbye only to have another awkward interaction next time he was with Dustin.

“Did you and Steve have a thing?” Dustin asked as you parked your car in the mall parking lot. You reach into the back grabbing the dreaded scoops ahoy hat.

“What? No! Why did he say something?”

Dustin shrugs his shoulders. “He talks about how he misses you…hey did you know he got a new job?”

You step out of the car and make a face. “Where?”

Dustin follows you out of the car and glances at you.

“Uh, nowhere important.”

You pin your nametag to the brightly colored shirt you have and stop in your tracks.

“Where, Dustin?”

Dustin stumbles over his words, hands flailing in every direction possible as everything finally clicks.

“Please tell me it's not at scoops…”

“Okay, it's not at scoops.”

You open the door for Dustin rolling your eyes at his answer.

“You're a shitty liar.”

Dustin shrugs his shoulders and walks into the busy mall with you.

“Are you going to miss me when I go to science camp?”

“If that's what you want to call it, sure.”

Dustin glared at you, causing you to chuckle and shake his head around a bit.

“‘Course I’ll miss you, Dustin. Now, go find your demon friends.”

Dustin thanked you for the ride and ran towards his friends who were waving at him. You quickly make your way to work, smiling at Robin when you see her behind the counter.

“There's my fellow sailor!” she laughed out. You led out a sarcastic laugh and clocked in.

“You'll never believe what I found out.”

She let out a hum and leaned against the counter. “Let me guess, Steve works here now?”

“How does everyone know except me?!”

Robin laughs and holds up his name tag. She tosses it to you, takes a sample spoon, and dips it into the strawberry ice cream.

“He starts training tomorrow.”

You let out a groan and set the name tag aside.

“I'm working tomorrow!”

“I know, lovers will be reunited- hey!”

You snatched the small spoon out of her mouth and tossed it into the trash can.

“We are not lovers!”

“Well not yet but-”

“Not ever, I stopped talking to him for a reason.”

Robin rolled her eyes. “Well, I don’t think he's stopped talking to you.”

You narrowed your eyes at her and smiled when you heard customers walk in.

“You have customers.”

“I hate you.”

You blew her a kiss and let out a laugh when you saw her catch it and throw it into the trash.

“Ahoy sailors, what can I get for you today?”

You fight the urge to let out a groan as you rest your head on the counter. Why did you decide to go to a party knowing you had an early shift? You're not sure, all you know is the Advil is wearing off and the customers won't stop talking.

“Hey, are you okay?” Steve asks while glancing at you.

You shook your head and let out a groan. Working with Steve has been…eventful. When you had to train him for work, it was a bit awkward in the beginning but soon Steve’s charm won you over once again. Although there were still a few awkward moments shared between you two, it wasn't as bad as it used to be. “Remind me to never go to a party ever again,” you mumble while walking into the back. Steve furrows his brows and follows you.

“Party? You hate parties.”

“No, I used to hate parties, now I somewhat enjoy them.”

Steve makes a face and it's one you can't read. You know he hasn't been to too many parties ever since he's lost his king Steve title to Billy.

“How much did you drink last night?”

“Enough for me to regret it the next day,” you said with a smile. You took a seat at the small table and massaged your temples.

“What made you drink that much?” Steve asked while taking a seat across from you. You let out a chuckle.

“Since when does anyone need a reason to drink?”

He shrugs his shoulders. “Not like you to drink.”

“You act as if you know me, Steve.”

“I used to.”

A dry chuckle leaves your lips. “Yeah, used to being the keywords.”

Steve leans forward and rests his arms on the table.

“Why’d you stop talking to me?”

Time felt like it froze when you stared into his eyes.

“What?”

Steve opened his mouth ready to ask again when Robin burst through the door.

“I got you some more Advil!”

You smile at her and practically snatch the bottle out of her hand. She stops you from opening the bottle before handing you a bottle of Gatorade.

“You're an absolute angel robin.”

She shakes her head and chuckles at you.

“Did you go to the party too Robin?”

“Yeah, it was pretty fun.”

Steve’s eyes widen. “Why wasn't I invited?!”

“Cool people only,” you said with a wink and stood from your spot.

“Steve you have customers upfront.”

“What? But my lunch is happening-”

Robin shushed him and put a hand up to her ear. “You hear that? Sounds like customers asking for you.”

Steve rolls his eyes muttering how she owes him an extra ten minutes for his break. Robin rushes him out and makes sure the window is closed before turning to you.

“How much do you remember from last night?”

You give her a confused look and think about it. You don't remember as much as you'd like to, but you also didn't black out until the end of the night.

“Uh, last I remembered was playing beer pong with you? Why?”

Robin let out a nervous giggle. “No reason…no reason at all. Do you remember, oh I don't know, kissing someone?”

You shake your head drinking your water.

“You kissed billy.”

You let out a gasp making the water go down the wrong pipe, which made you start to choke and gasp. Water dripped from your chin down to your uniform as robin smacked your back. Steve slides the window open and looks at you in shock.

“Jesus Christ, what happened?!”

“Uh, she just drank too fast. Yes. Yes, that's what happened, right y/n?!”

Your coughs die down a bit and you give Steve a thumbs up. He looks at you for another second before slowly closing the window.

“Billy Hargrove?!” You whisper shouted at her.

“No, Billy Idol. Of course Billy Hargrove!”

You stand still for a moment trying to come up with a plan. It shouldn't be that hard to avoid Billy, you avoided Steve for what? A year almost? You'll be fine with Billy! You don't even see him on a regular basis, what are the chances you'll bump into him again?

“Hey, can I go to lunch now?” Steve asks while coming back into the break room. You pat his shoulder and nod your head.

“Yeah, I'm gonna head out when you come back though.”

You make your way out to the front and stop dead in your tracks when you see a familiar set of red curls in front of you.

“You are one hard girl to track down y/n.” He said with a smirk.

Fuck.

“Billy! W-what are you doing here?”

He leans against the counter, the smirk on his face sitting beautifully.

“It's a hot day for Hawkins, thought I’d come by before work to cool off.”

Work, Billy was a lifeguard at the pool and you feel your cheeks heat when an image of him shirtless flashes across your mind. He's such a shitty person, why did he have to be so hot? You let out a nervous chuckle.

“Well, guess you came to the right place.”

“That I did.” his eyes look at you up and down and he chuckles. “Cute uniform.”

“What do you want billy?” you sigh out.

He points down at the Rocky Road ice cream. You let out a sigh and grab the scooper before you put the ice cream on the cone.

“What are you doing Friday?”

You roll your eyes, handing him the ice cream, and mutter out that you're working.

“Ditch it.”

“I can't just ditch work Billy.”

He licks the ice cream and winks at you.

“Oh c’mon, I'll make it worth your while.”

You let out an awkward chuckle. Although Billy is very good-looking, he's also the scum of the earth. You hate how he treats Max and you hate how he treats girls like they're toys. Not to mention the way Max talks about how he treats Lucas, one of the sweetest kids you know.

“How about this,” he started. “Just, think about it. Friday, I'll come swing by and if you're in your work uniform I’ll leave you alone.”

You nod your head liking where this is going.

“But, if you happen to be in regular clothes, then I'll just so happen to be sitting in that booth waiting for you.”

He backed away from the counter sending you a wink before he turns around and shouts think about it, darling. You're left frozen to your spot as you watch Billy walk off to wherever he was going.

“What the fuck was that?” Robin chuckled from behind the open window.

“I think I just got asked out?”

Steve was shaking his head. “No. Absolutely not.”

You turn around and face him. “What do you mean no?”

“I mean there's no way Billy Hargrove just asked you out.”

You let out a scoff and Robin adds a tally mark under you suck for Steve. His eyes widen and he backtracks.

“Not like that! I mean, you're pretty, of course, he's going to ask you out. I just meant there's no way you're going.”

“Okay, dad. Since when do you tell me what to do?”

Steve is fumbling over his words and Robin is trying not to laugh as she adds another tally.

“Have you ever been on a date?”

“I've been on dates!”

“Name one.”

You open your mouth only to quickly close it as you let out a scoff.

“I'm not doing this-”

“Let me take you out!”

Silence falls over the small shop and you grab your bag from under the counter.

“What are you talking about?”

“You know, like dinner and stuff. Maybe we can watch a movie too.” Steve said with a smile.

“You want to take me on a date?”

Steve’s cheeks heat up and he clears his throat.

“A practice date! You know…for practice.”

You nod your head and point to the exit.

“I'm gonna go now.”

You walk out of the shop, rolling your eyes when Steve says he’ll pick you up tomorrow after his shift. He let out a groan and took the hat off of his head to run his hands through his hair.

“Aaaaand,” Robin drags out. “Another one bites the dust!” she says while adding another tally mark.

A content sigh leaves your lips as you sit on the couch flipping through the channels. You knew you weren't going to pay attention to whatever show you landed on, but background noise was nice for a nap. A smile makes its way onto your face as you begin to relax and sink into the sofa, then you hear three knocks on your door. You shrug your shoulders thinking it's those door-to-door salesmen but then you hear his voice calling out for you.

“Y/n? I know you're home, I can see your car.”

Confused, you stand up and make your way to the door.

“Steve?”

“Jesus, is this how you dress for a date?”

Your eyes fall to the flowers he's holding and you feel your cheeks begin to heat.

“I didn't know you were serious.”

“‘Course I was serious.”

You look down at your comfy clothes and clear your throat.

“Do you want to come in?”

Steve smiles at you and nods his head. You step to the side, opening the door a bit wider to let him in. He steps inside and looks around the house, a smile appearing when he sees a picture of you two on Halloween.

“Your mom still has this picture?”

“Yeah, she misses you.”

He gives you a sad smile. “Yeah, I miss her too.”

He looks down at the flowers letting out a soft oh. “These are for you.”

You smile and grab the flowers, ignoring Steve's lingering and brushing against yours.

“Thank you, they're beautiful,” you say while smelling the pretty red roses.

“Hey, can you put them in a vase for me? I need to change.”

Steve nods his head and walks into the kitchen.

“Vases in the same cabinet?”

You shout out yes as you make your way into your room. You close the door gently and stand in the middle of your room, your heart beating rapidly. What the fuck were you supposed to wear? You had no idea if Steve had something casual planned or if he was seriously taking you somewhere nice. You search through your closet and drawers trying to find something nice but also casual. You close your eyes trying to think back to what Steve was wearing. Despite it being warm out, he had on a yellow sweater paired with his favorite jeans.

“Casual,” you whispered to yourself. “Okay, I can do casual.”

Minutes go by and Steve is thankful that he remembers the way to your bedroom. He gives it a small knock and opens the door when he hears you telling him to come in.

“Hey I don't mean to rush but we might miss- woah.”

Steve’s mouth is slightly open as he looks at you. He doesn't know why he's so blown away, he's seen you wear this outfit so many times. It's literally just shorts paired with a red blouse that's tucked into your shorts.

“What? Do I need to change or something?” you ask while tying your shoes.

“No! I mean, no. You look fine.”

“Awe, thanks Stevie you're too kind.”

Steve is too distracted by the all-too-familiar nickname you called him by to even notice you walking out of your room. He follows close behind you, stopping you when he sees you grabbing your purse.

“You didn't need that.”

“Are you sure? That means you'll have to carry my house key.”

He shakes his head and jingles his keys.

“I still have the house key your mom gave me. We're all set for today.”

You shrug your shoulders and walk out the door, making sure Steve locks it. He walks you to his car, opening the passenger door for you. Once you're both in the car he starts it up and lowers the radio a bit.

“So where are you taking me?”

“I'm so glad you asked that.” He pulls out a blindfold and smiles at you. “It's a surprise.”

“Steve, no! I hate surprises!”

She shrugs his shoulders and hands you the blindfold waving his hand in front of your face to make sure you don't see anything.

“You better not kill me, Harrington.” you mutter under your breath.

“Darn, you just ruined date night.”

The car ride was surprisingly fun even though you couldn't see anything. Steve had a mixtape of all your favorite songs and you both shouted the lyrics as if your lives depended on it. When you felt the car park you clapped your hands.

“Are we here?”

“Yup, this is the part where I kill you.”

You let out a sarcastic laugh and roll your eyes from under the blindfold.

“Stay here, I'll get the door for you.” Steve closes his door and jogs over to your side, grabbing your hand and helping you out of the car.

“Okay, there's a small hole there. Watch your step, okay now take a big one- not that big babe.”

“Can I take my blindfold off now?”

“Wait,” Steve said. You hear some shuffling around and then a sigh.

“Okay, now.”

You quickly take off the blindfold and let out a gasp. Your hands quickly cover your mouth as you recognize the familiar area you're in.

“How did you-”

“Oh c’mon, did you really think I’d forget our hideout area?”

You did. Steve would come tap on your window when his parents arguing would keep him up. One day, you both decided to take a walk, you weren't sure where you two were going but when you both came across the empty field things suddenly felt right. Steve didn't care that his parents argued almost every day, and you didn't care about the stresses of life. You remember nudging Steve with your elbow, muttering how he was it, and running away from him.

You look down and see a picnic blanket laid out for you as well as a basket.

“You did not.”

“Oh, but I did. See, this is a date!”

Steve sat on the blanket, tugging your hand down so that you could join him.

“I packed our favorites! Hopefully, you still like my mom’s strawberry lemonade.” he said while pulling out a small container.

And just like that, it felt like everything was back to normal. Steve finally felt accomplished as everything was falling back into place.

“So, I hate to ruin the mood,” he said while dusting his hands off. “But you never answered my question.”

You tilted your head to the side, confusion written on your face. “What question?”

“Why'd you stop talking to me after that night?”

Your posture stiffens and you play with your shoelaces not daring to look at him. You shrug your shoulders at his question.

“You're a shit liar.” he chuckled out while shaking his head.

“It's not even important Steve-”

“No, it is important. You're like…my everything. It was hard being without you.”

“You seemed fine to me.”

Steve is surprised at how fast his happiness has been replaced with frustration.

“None of that was real! I wasn't happy, okay? I got dumped by my girlfriend, and my friends were assholes who probably just used me and my house for parties. I needed you and you just,” he takes a deep breath trying to fight the stinging behind his eyes. “You left me. Like I meant nothing.”

Silence fell over the two of you.

“Please say something,” Steve whispered.

You sigh and look up at him. “This was a fun date. Thank you, almost made me think it was real.”

The car ride was a tense and silent one, not even the mixtape he made could lighten the mood. Steve parks the car in front of your house and you both sit there for a moment.

“Are we ever going to go back to normal?” he asks you quietly.

“Nothing about us was normal Steve. We were best friends who…held hands, cuddled in the same bed, and had late-night talks.”

“All friends do that.”

You chuckle and turn to look at him. “You cuddle Robin?”

“What? No-”

“Exactly.” You place your hand on his and lean over to kiss his cheek. “Thank you for tonight Steve.”

You exit the car stopping in front of your front door when you slowly make your way back to the car.

“I left my keys.”

A chuckle leaves his lips as he turns off the car and steps out to walk you to your door.

“Good night Steve-”

“I love you.”

“Steve-”

“No. It's my turn to talk. Well, I've been talking all night but that's not the point.” he takes a deep breath and wipes the palms of his hands on his jeans.

“I love you, a-and I know you probably don't believe me right now. Especially cause we haven't talked in a while but y/n, I love you.”

“Steve, I-”

“I know you won't feel the same way, I get that but I can wait. I don't care how long-”

You take a step forward, placing both hands on his face.

“You talk way too much, Steve Harrington.”

“I mean it.”

“I know.”

You never realized how close Steve was. His forehead was resting against yours and his eyes were closed as if he was trying to savor this moment.

“Do you know what I was going to tell you that night? The night you had Stacy over?”

He shakes his head no.

“I've been in love with you ever since I helped you find your stupid toys in my backyard.”

His eyes open slowly and a smile graces his beautiful features.

“Really?”

You nod your head and start to lean in.

“Really.”

“Steve! There you are, did you forget I was going to help you study?” Nancy said while stomping over to him. You slowly begin to pull away from Steve thinking that he was going to go back to Nancy before he spoke up.

“I told you I don't need help in English anymore!”

“How’s your history grade?”

“....bad.”

Nancy smiles at you and waves.

“NANCY STOP! THEY WERE GOING TO KISS!” Mike shouted from Nancy’s car.

An awkward chuckle left you as you waved at him.

“Hi, Mike!”

“Hi y/n!”

You turn your attention back to Steve and Nancy. His head is hung low while she scolds him about how he needs to take school more seriously. Once she's done with that she gives you a small wave while telling Mike to jump back into the backseat.

“So,” Steve said with a smile. “Where were we?”

You giggle and let out a gasp. “I need to tell Billy I can't go on that date with him after all.”

Steve scrunches his nose and brings you into his arms while peppering kisses along your neck.

“Don't worry. I'll make sure he gets the memo.”

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