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fir3ylolol · 6 months

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smile! you're on camera

pairing: Johnny Cage x Reader

summary: Staying at Johnny's house is really nice, except...something feels a little off. You find out the hard way when you decide to entertain yourself on the couch.

tw: vaginal sex, vaginal penetration, oral sex, masturbation, accidental voyeurism, making out, face fucking, sex tape, dom/sub, switch!reader, switch!johnny cage, dom!reader, sub!johnny cage, dom!johnny cage, sub!reader, sex in a theater, i physically cant write men who dont whine, he needs pussy!, afab!reader, he wants you so bad omg, smut, shameless smut, porn with light plot

a/n: hehehehehehe...this is inspired by the voice clip in the invasion mode of mk1 where he says he has cameras everywhere. ive been rly inspired lately, but im gna open up requests on here soon, so keep an eye outtt

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Something was really off about Cage’s house. After coming back from the tournament and training, you weren’t ready to get back to normal life. And Johnny had offered you a starring role in the movie he was planning to make about Outworld. You accepted quickly, after making sure you wouldn’t have to get naked or be a horrible person or anything like that. But rent is rough, and Johnny is so generous as to let you stay at his place.

His casual, gigantic mansion-y place.

But it was nice. You had your own space, a full fridge, and could still ignore things like work for a bit longer. Plus, Johnny was a surprisingly great host, hosting movie nights in his private theater. Everything was great, except…

You always felt like someone was watching you. As long as you weren’t in your room or the bathroom, it felt like there were eyes on you. Getting a drink of water? It’s there. Sitting on the couch? Being watched. Just wandering into a room? Oh yeah, you for sure feel it. But you brush it off and don’t bother to say anything to Johnny. You figure it’s just dumb paranoia.

After about 2 weeks without any work from Johnny, you’re getting bored. He’s never home, he has work to do and a movie to plan. So you sit around the mansion all day, waiting. Usually, you read, watch stuff, or even just take laps around the house for exercise. But today, you’re just scrolling through social media. Even that is boring to you today. You decide that, hey, you can think of a good way to pass the time. For a quick moment, you forget about feeling watched. Your fingers dip below your waistband, shivering at your touch. It’s been a long time, you’ve been training and then living in someone else’s house. When would you have the chance?

Slowly, you begin to tease yourself, fingers circling your clit. It’s quite embarrassing how much it affects you, but you’ve lost your ability to feel shame. You lose yourself in your actions, whimpers and moans echoing through the empty house. Unable to stop yourself, you finish with an almost violent snap, panting harshly. Pulling your hand out, you finally feel embarrassed, with how fast you were, and how hard you came. Shakily, you stand up and walk towards the bathroom to wash your hands.

You've forgotten what you did by the time Johnny gets home that evening. Smiling as he walks in, a grocery bag in one hand. “Here comes Mr. Celebrity to pass out treats to us poor folk,” you throw your hands out in a joking manner. But there’s a weird look in his eyes, not matching his characteristic smile. “It’s movie night, I had to make sure we had enough snacks,” he walks towards the kitchen, you shortly behind. “Oh yeah! What’s the movie tonight?” You lean against the counter, searching through the bag.

“The Thing. We haven’t done any horror movies yet.” He grabs a glass of water, drinking deeply. But that look is still there. It almost scares you away at how sharp it is. “Ah, ok. Well…I guess I’ll see you then.” You back out of the room, almost running when you’re out of his sight. Catching your breath in your room, confusion floods your mind. Did you do something wrong? Is he tired of having you here? All you can do is wait and wonder until tonight.

And tonight comes much too fast. You find yourself stumbling into the theater room, meeting Johnny’s eyes as you walk in. But he seems much happier. Maybe he was just tired after work. As you get settled, a bag of snacks next to your leg. As Johnny starts the movie and turns the lights down, you start to get nervous. What if he’s mad at you? He is pretty rich, if he wants you dead, it wouldn’t take long.

But Johnny sits next to you, settling down and looking towards you. You try not to look at him, fearing that you might meet a cold gaze. Unable to stop yourself though, your eyes meet his. The weird look is still there, no longer hidden under sunglasses and smiles. Ever the considerate movie-watcher, he leans in to whisper in your ear. “So, did you have a good day? It must get lonely here.” Trying to stay calm, you whisper back, “It was ok, I can’t complain. Was your day ok?”

“Yeah, more progress made on my movie. Studios are eating it up. But…” He pauses, looking at the screen shortly before looking back to you. “I did see a very interesting movie on break.” Turning fully, you look at him confusedly. What in the hell was he talking about? “Oh yeah? What was it?”

“Well, you know, I do have cameras set up like everywhere, right?”

Oh shit.

Your entire face drops, frozen in shock. You finally remember the fun you had earlier on the couch. The watched feeling finally makes sense. “O-oh…” You stumble over yourself trying to think of excuses. This is humiliating. But Johnny doesn’t falter like you. He pauses the movie, reaching his hand out and taking yours to pull your focus back to him.

“You put on quite a show for me, you know?” You finally recognize the look in his eyes. It’s intense curiosity and...lust? “Only wish I knew what you were thinking about. Care to enlighten me?” He leans slightly closer, hot breath fanning over you. Swallowing hard, you try to avoid his intense stare. “I-I wasn’t thinking. I was just…bored?” He laughs slightly, holding your other hand. “Really? I was sorta hoping you were thinking of me, but that’s a little selfish, huh?”

“H-huh? What? Do…do you think of me like that?” You fluster further at his words. “Maybe…does that bother you?” He falters slightly, realizing that he might be making you uncomfortable. But you can't stop yourself from blurting out, “No! It doesn't bother me. I-” Cutting you off, Johnny leans in closer, lips an inch apart. “Then what's the problem?” You swallow hard, eyes rapidly moving back and forth from his eyes to his mouth, and finally answer.

“I just don't know what to do when fantasy becomes reality.”

Luckily for you, Johnny knows.

He closes the distance between you two, kissing you like your life depended on it. You wrap your hands behind his neck and lean back, pulling him impossibly closer. Your tongues dance against each other, lips crashing. Suddenly, you get a surge of confidence, one that defies your previous apprehension. One of your hands slips down his chest slowly, inching along until you reach his growing bulge. He pulls back slightly, panting and staring directly into your eyes. “H-hey now, you’re not playing fair,” he manages to get out, slightly whining at your touch.

“You started it, watching me like that,” you whisper in his ear, fingers slowly rubbing along his waistband. He gasps lightly, head turning away from you. “You liked it, right? Did you touch yourself watching it?” Your fingers move further past his waist, inching towards his cock. “C’mon, you can tell me,” your voice almost sing-songy and teasing. He manages to stutter out a shaky “y-yeah” as you continue down. But you suddenly stop, much to his disappointment.

Instead, you move to kneel in between his legs, looking up at him with sultry eyes. He looks slightly confused until you undo his pants button. Biting his lip, he watches you with intense, pleading eyes. You lean up, taking the zipper of his fly in your mouth and undoing it. He looks like he could honestly cum right now, but you won't let him. As you pull his pants and boxers down his thighs, his cock springs up, the tip angry and weeping. He blushes at the sight of himself like this and you, looking up at him with his hard dick right in front of you.

You slowly wrap your hand around him, stroking him a few times. You just want to watch him squirm and squirm he does. He is whining, head turning back and forth, with one hand on his thigh and the other over his mouth. You kiss the underside, looking up at him through your lashes. With a muffled moan, he looks away again, face scrunching up in concentration and pleasure. Slowly licking at the tip, watching as he continues unraveling, you finally take him in your mouth. You fit as much as you can at first, reveling in the loud gasp you earn from him. You continue a relentless pace, gently massaging his balls as well.

This pleasure is intense for Johnny, so much so that he’s starting to tear up, eyes welling up as he holds back as many sounds as he can. But that only lasts so long as you lift your head off him, taking a deep breath and rasping out, “Do you wanna come, baby? Huh? Then come on, fuck my face like a good boy.”

You go further down this time, causing him to jump at the feeling. Scurried hands grab at your head as he's bent forward, bucking at a frenzied pace. Loud, slutty moans roll from his lips as he loses himself in the feeling. And as you kneel there, trying to stay there for as long as possible, you feel yourself growing wetter. You did this to him, got him so riled up that he could barely control himself. Amongst his hurried moves, you manage to push past your gag reflex and fully take his entire cock down your throat. A loud, long breathy moan is all Johnny can get out as he almost immediately cums at the feeling. Focusing on holding your breath until you can no longer feel him pulsing in your throat, you savor his sounds, his whines, whimpers, moans.

As you move up, taking a deep breath, you admire him in the lowlights. His face flushed and sweaty, eyes rolled back in his head, usually perfect hair messed up. Beautiful. But he only stays like that for so long, because you move up to kiss him. As if his body is reacting without him thinking, he wraps one hand behind your back and uses one to tangle in your hair. After a short kiss, he pulls away. You manage to half-whisper “That was quite a show you put on,” chuckling afterward.

Johnny lazily motions for you to sit next to him, and you oblige. But before you’re even fully down, he's on you, kissing and pulling you closer. Now it's his turn to tease, fingers traveling under your shirt to play with your nipples. You let out light gasps at the feeling, as Johnny starts to bite and suck at your neck.

Mumbling against your skin, you can hear him say, “I'll give you a show.” He manages to pull your shirt off before you even realize what's happening, his eyes still desperate and wanting. He has no grace or subtlety as he pulls your pants and underwear off, he doesn't want to wait any longer than he has to. Shrugging his shirt and pants fully off, he stares at you intensely. He moves a finger to swipe across your wetness, knees buckling slightly as he feels you. He leans in against your chest, beginning to beg. “Please, please, I wanna be inside you, love. I wanna give you a real show, show how good I can be. Please?” God, he's kind of pathetic like this. It's hot.

With a quick nod, he springs up. He wastes no time as he practically lifts you and turns you around. Now, with your hands grasping the back of your seat and ass in the air, Johnny leans over you and presses against your back. Kissing between your shoulder blades, he slowly moves his hips to yours, cock gently rubbing against your wet pussy. Unable to control himself, his hips buck at the sensation, earning a groan from both of you. Face still against your back, you feel him lightly bite you, trying to ground himself.

Finally, he manages to calm himself, standing up and taking a deep breath. After a pause, he lines himself up and pushes in slowly. With a long whine, he manages to bury himself inside you, pausing to adjust. With a strained voice, he quietly says, “Oh god, you feel so good, squeezing against my cock like that. I’m already sensitive, you know.” After a short pause, he starts to move, mesmerized by the way your ass bounces against him. “Shit, I should’ve fucked you earlier. I’ve been missing out,” he manages to get out as he speeds up, reveling in the way you mewl under him.

He’s moving at a breakneck pace now, gripping your hips desperately, and sputtering out praise. Without slowing, his hands shoot out, wrapping around your neck and grabbing your jaw. He’s using your head as leverage, but he manages to fuck you even deeper. He gently turns your head to the back corner of the theater, lightly slapping your cheek to get your attention. “See right there? That’s where the camera is. Go ahead, put on a show, baby.” Despite his confident words, his voice is higher than normal and breathy. His words shoot straight to your dripping pussy, clenching even tighter around him. His hips buck in as he laughs slightly. “You like that? You like being my own personal pornstar? Then come on, let me see it. Get louder, these mics only pick up so much. Don’t hold back, yeah?”

You decide that he’s getting a little too cocky, and decide to shut him up a bit. Moaning out obscenities, you begin to bounce back against him. His hands shoot back to your hips, using you to stabilize himself. Gone are his confident words, replaced with the most gorgeous whimpers you’ve ever heard. His head dips lower, resting once again against your upper back. You can hear his quiet whispers of “Oh fuck” repeated over and over again like a prayer.

With scrambling fingers that dart under you, he starts to play with your clit, bouncing at the same rhythm of his thrusts. “What fun is it if I’m the only one cumming? Besides…” he lets out a breathy laugh, “I studied the game tape.” He begins moving in circles, and suddenly it’s like you’re fucking him for the 50th time. He knows exactly where and what feels good, what directions, and how much pressure to use. But you have no time to wonder how many times he watched you before his hips started snapping in shaky thrusts. You feel yourself getting closer and closer, and with the energy you have left, you decide to put on a major finale. Head tipped back, you begin pleading with him, crying out, “Please come for me, please, please. You’ve done such a good job, I need it, I need you, please please please…” Unable to hold back, he cums with a harsh final thrust. But even in the throws pleasure, he manages to continue to play with your clit. You cum shortly after him, he whines at the feeling of you spasming around his extremely sensitive cock. He slowly pulls out, taking a long second to admire the sight of you bent over and dripping arousal.

He guides you into the chair, helping you sit down and catch your breath. He sits next to you, snuggling into your side and planting his face against your neck. He breathes deep, inhaling your scent and kissing lightly against your sensitive skin. He manages to mumble into your neck, looking up with sweet, half-lidded eyes, “So...there’s about 56 cameras in the house. You mind sticking around for an extra few weeks?”

#johnny cage x reader #johnny cage #johnny cage smut #mortal kombat #mortal kombat 1 #mk x reader #johnny cage mk1 #mk1 smut

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neos127 · 2 months

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WITH GREAT POWER COMES GREAT RESPONSIBILITY

pairing. spider-man!jake x gn!reader genre. fluff + hcs notes. had to make this bc i’ve been a spider-man fan for like 2827282 years and i love jake sooooo ! wc. 1.4k

• EVEN though he’s a wall crawling superhero who can stop a bus with his bare hands, spider-man jake is a complete nerd who can’t pull a girl. despite his charming good looks and gorgeous smile, he is avoided like the plague (like all spider-man movies which makes no sense bc they’re hot !!!)

• but somehow, he was able to get your attention. you, the person who was liked and envied by a lot of people in school. you were on track to a good college and had a stellar internship at oscorp. you were absolutely perfect in jake’s eyes- and he was in yours.

• jake never made the first move with you, too scared of rejection. he was surprised when you suddenly spoke to him one day, asking if he was okay after getting into an altercation with flash thompson. “you know my name?” he stuttered, blushing when you laughed at the question. “well of course, but i just wanted to make sure you knew your name. seemed like you hit your head pretty hard.”

• after that it seemed as if the two of you ran into each other everywhere. on the street, in the library and even this one cafe that jake often went to. this helped jake get to know you more and fall even more in love with you.

• jake was always flustered around you and you noticed it. his ears or cheeks were red when you directed your attention onto him and you picked up on his nervous habit of playing with his glasses. it was adorable and made you constantly question why none of the girls in your school wanted him.

• whenever the two of you would study at the library, jake had trouble keeping his eyes off you. you were so pretty when focused and it just made his heart flutter. when you became so tired to where your eyes started drooping, jake began to finish your homework for you. you scolded him for it, but he didn’t mind, wanting to help you out in any way he could.

• your first date with jake was a disaster when the boy forgot his own strength out of nerves and collapses the table you were about to eat dinner on. jake made an amazing home cooked meal for the both of you at his aunts place for your first date. he felt embarrassed about not being able to take you anywhere fancy but you brushed it off and gushed about how romantic he was. unfortunately jake had no idea how to act normal around you and caused the dinning table to break. you were in shock that the legs gave out simply by him leaning on it, but jake just assured you that it was a really old table.

• when the two of you became official, jake desperately wanted to tell you his secret, but he also doesn’t want to put you in danger. it was hard to keep making excuses, but he couldn’t get you involved in his dangerous lifestyle. you started to become suspicious and a bit insecure in the relationship. all you wanted was for jake to trust you, not understanding why he wouldn’t tell you what was going on with him.

• when you’ve had enough and tell the boy that you need a break, he nearly looses his shit. jake was hoping to stay in a relationship with you without having to mention his alter-ego, but he soon realized that was a stupid dream. later that night he ended up knocking on your window as spider-man which was honestly terrifying from your perspective. you thought that maybe you had done something illegal and he was going to take you in. as soon as you opened the window, you began to word vomit.

“i know i should’ve watched the movie in theaters instead of an illegal website but im saving my money for this new purse i want!”

“huh?”

• jake takes his mask off in the midst of your rambling, causing you to stop short. your jaw was on the floor for about a minute and the silence made jake was to take a dive out of your window. before you could speak, he began to explain everything, reassuring you that the lie had been tearing him apart inside. he had only wanted to protect you. you cut off his rambling with a kiss, telling the boy that you forgave him and that it was killing you to be away from him.

• you had a lot of questions about his powers, wanting to know what exactly he could do. it always made you giggle to see him stick to the ceiling so he would often do that when you were sad. seeing that cute smile on your face was enough to make his whole day.

• jake offered to take you swinging around the city one day but you denied him at first. you weren’t too big on heights and was terrified that he would drop you. “i’m the strongest man in the world how could i drop you?” he asked, making you roll your eyes and grudgingly agree. turns out— the experience was terrifying and jake accidentally released you from his hold mid air. he caught you shortly after, but the mini free fall you took made you demand that he take you to the ground. you didn’t talk to him for about an hour afterwards until he bought you your favorite ice cream.

• jake is the definition of golden retriever. it’s insane how bubbly and giddy this man is…does he ever get mad?? you often wonder. even with all the stress he’s under from being spider-man he’s just so happy. he claims it’s because you’re now in his life.

• one time jake crawled into your room, badly bruised and bloodied causing you to freak out. you immediately dropped your homework on your bed, racing over to the boy. he flashed you a weak smile as you set him up in your desk chair, trying to reassure you, but it was useless. as you fixed him up with whatever you could find in your first aid kit, you scolded him about not being more careful. he stayed silent and took it, knowing that you cared about him deeply and hated to see him in such a condition.

• randomly one night you asked why he still wore glasses even though his eyesight had been fixed after the spider bite. he claimed that it reminded him of how his life used to be, and he found comfort in the normalcy of it. you could never understand, but you emphasized and told him that the look was very attractive. jake couldn’t hide the blush that spread across his face.

• this boy’s metabolism is absolutely insane. if you cook dinner for the both of you, he has about four servings before he’s finally full. he’ll also eat all the snacks in your fridge, so it’s best to not get too attached to whatever’s in your fridge. it’s astounding to you how he still manages to keep his body the same, but you assume it’s because of his powers.

• he will go on the nerdiest rants ever and because you love jake so much, you listen. when it happens to be about physics or math, you kind of tune out, focusing on his puppy dog eyes and pouty lips. sometimes if he starts to ramble, you’ll lean over and kiss him, making the boy’s face flush red.

• patching jake up after his patrol usually ends up with the two of you making out on the floor. it doesn’t go very far when jake starts wincing because of whatever pain he is in, but you love the feeling of his lips on yours whatever chance you get.

• he almost lost you to one of the villains he was fighting and it had to have been the scariest experience of his life. jake could never imagine life without you, and seeing you injured simply because you knew spider-man made his head hurt. you tried reassuring him that you were alright multiple times, but jake didn’t listen as he cried and held you in his arms. it was a close call, and he wouldn’t have it happen again.

• despite his busy schedule with school and spider-man duties, he tries his best to make time for you and spoils you rotten when he can. he’s such a sweetheart and lives for the smile on your face whenever you see him.

• spider-man jake is truly the best boyfriend you could ever ask for.

©neos127

#enhypen x reader #enha fluff #enha x reader #enha imagines #enha jake #enha scenarios #jake sim x reader #jake sim imagines #jake x reader #sim jaeyun x reader #sim jaeyun imagines #jake sim scenarios #enhypen x you #enhypen scenarios #enha headcanons #sim jake headcanons

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quirklezz · 4 months

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Rumor has it (Part 3) | Tom Blyth

pairing: Tom Blyth x fem!actress!reader

summary: Ever since the premiere of tbosas fans of yours have been shipping you with your costar, Tom Blyth. Is it all just rumors or were they right all along?

a/n: I’m loving all the support I’ve been getting with this mini series so here are the links to part 1 & part 2 if you haven’t been caught up! As always feedback is appreciated and requests are open!

ynusername Say hello to my nephew, Lenny 🐶 @rachelzegler @tomblyth

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user1 not YN calling Lenny her nephew I CANT

↳ user3 I mean her and Rachel are practically sisters at this point 🥺

↳ user1 true

user4 I never wanted to be a dog so bad in my entire life until now

↳ user2 BARKBARKBARKBARK

↳ user5 why do I relate to this comment so bad 😫

user6 I guess that makes Tom the uncle

user2 Didn’t Tom say he’s getting a dog in an interview and the breed he mentioned is YN’s favorite

↳ user3 they’ll make great dog parents

rachelzegler come back Lenny misses you two 😭

↳ user5 Lenny is a real one

↳ user4 If YN and Tom left me I’d be missing them too

↳ user2 we need more Lenny content from them pls

tomyndaily It’s the way he’s looking at @ynusername in this pic for me 😫

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user3 Idk who to be jealous of YN or Rachel?!

↳ user1 same

↳ user6 I’m jealous of Tom tbh 😤

user2 He looks at her with so much love and admiration

↳ user4 men take notes ✍️

user5 can’t wait to see more of them on the red carpet soon

↳ user2 I just know they’re going to slay

ynusername Coryo may not be a gentleman, but @tomblyth sure is. Tbosas is out now in theaters everywhere!! 🌹🎶🐍

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user3 the Taylor Swift reference!!

↳ user1 she’s not wrong though

↳ user2 not mother quoting mother

user4 I wish Tom Blyth was real 😭

↳ ynusername me too 😔

↳ user5 OMG YALL SHE REPLIED

↳ user3 she’s too funny

tomyndaily I love how she took this while Tom picked her up from the airport

↳ user6 proof?

↳ tomyndaily posted in stories

rachelzegler did you just Mike Wazowski me? 🙃

↳ ynusername I just realized I did after posting it sorry not sorry 😆

user1 YALL TOM LIKED HER POST

↳ user5 as he should

yntomsources A old pic of Tom at @ynusername house back in 2022 while they were filming tbosas taking from her insta stories

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user4 I never seen this pic before

user2 buzzcut Tom for the win

↳ user3 agree to disagree

↳ user1 it’s not that serious

user5 I went to her stories but I don’t see it anywhere 🤔

↳ yntomsources she deleted it

↳ user6 I guess she wasn’t a fan of the buzzcut 🫢

↳ user4 team flowing locks is better

user2 we have to spam her now to see which she prefers skskskskksksks

↳ user3 BET

taglist: @bada-lee-ily (lmk if anyone else would like to be tagged in future projects)

#tom blyth #tom blyth x reader #tom blyth x you #tom blyth imagine #tom blyth fanfiction

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nnk1911 · 9 days

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Bf Yuuta Okkotsu headcanons

He definitely is the perfect boyfriend.

Calls you with the sweetest pet name and softest tone: honey, babe, darling, my love, angel….

Whenever he sees you, his eyes always sparkle, full of love and affection.

Likes peppering kisses on your forehead, cheeks, nose, knuckles, neck….on every part of your body.

He’s a clingy person, always find a way to be close to you

If you’re in public, he’ll hold your hand, intertwine his fingers with yours and squeeze them tightly

And if he sees someone looking at you, he’ll hug you by grabbing your waist, pulling you closer and staring at that person with dead eyes.

Talking about dead eyes, the dark circles under his eyes just become bigger and bigger as time passes, in spite of all your efforts to make them disappear. But they’re endearing, aren’t they ?

Anyway back to the clingy part, he finds it better to sleep when he has you on top of him, or when he can spoon you all night. And he somehow can always find a way to kiss your forehead or your cheeks a million times during the night.

He loves cuddling and hugging, really really love. If you’re watching a movie or scrolling your phone thoughtlessly? Sit on his lap so he can hold you tight. If you’re cooking in the kitchen? He will hug you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder and murmur “I love you”. If he or you just come home and are very exhausted? Cuddling will be the best remedy.

The way he holds you is so firm yet so gentle, like you’re the most fragile thing and will break apart if he adds more strength. And he will rub your back back and forth unconsciously, or draw small circles on it, or maybe caress your hair and play with it.

He loves lying on your lap, or on top of you too. He just so obsessed with how soft and warm your body is, and when you play with his hair, massage his scalp, it will lull him to sleep and get the best dream about you and him.

He’ll buy you gifts for no reason, just because he wants you to feel happier and have a better day (every day with him is the best day )

He prefers to take dates in some places like the cafe you both like, the peaceful and quiet movie theater or the aquarium, everywhere that brings comfortable and cozy vibes rather than noisy and hectic places (but if you want to go he’ll go without complain, he just likes to spend time with you, no matter the places)

Oh this boy has the warmest smile ( I love the way he smiles in movie 0, my heart melts every time I watch that scene), and his beaming face will never fail to light up your day, you always find yourself mirroring his emotion whenever he’s grinning at you.

He’ll never raise his voice to you, NEVER. If you two are in an argument, and if anger is going to take the best of you, he’ll hold your hand strongly, tell him to look directly at his eyes. That time you realize just how much affectionate in his gaze every time he puts his eyes on you, then you can be calmer and find a way to resolve the useless strife.

He tells you that he loves you every day, billions of times per day.

When he wakes up in the morning and finds you’re sleeping peacefully in his embrace, the three words “I love you” will slip out of his tongue as naturally as he breathes. At midnight, in his dream, he also quietly murmurs those three words while burying his head in the crook of your neck or bathing in the warmth of your chest, hearing your gentle heartbeat.

OMG I JUST LOVE HIM SO MUCHHHHH OH MY BABY BOY :"((((. I WRITE THIS TO INDULGE MY DAYDREAMS. UGHH I NEED HIM SO BAD

English isn't my first language, so please be nice with all the grammar mistakes and odd vocabulary. You can point out my errors and I will fix them as soon as possible

#yuuta x reader #okkotsu yuta fluff #yuuta fluff #yuuta x you #yuta okkotsu x reader #okkotsu yuuta fluff #okkotsu yuuta x reader #yuuta okkotsu x reader #jjk #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen

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s0urw00lf · 3 months

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All the time

Bucky Barnes x reader

The three times you called his name. The one time he answered.

1940’s era: James Barnes

Y/n l/n had regrettably found herself on a date with a something shed be called unladylike for saying asshole. To be fair her mother wouldn’t let her turn the man down, ready to get her married off before the war. She was currently at the movies sitting beside him as his arm draped sloppily over her shoulder and much to close to her breast for her liking all the while he continuously yelled for the movie to start. People all over the theater were ‘shhh’ing him but he didn’t care as he continued on, making y/n want to melt into her seat with embarrassment. You heard from behind you “hey, wanna show some respect?” Someone whispered. You turned around to see a small frail man, you mouthed ‘I’m sorry” and he just nodded back. Again “who cared, Just start the cartoon” he said. Y/n sighed about to get up and leave until the small man spoke up again “hey you wanna shut up?” At that point Tommy heard him and turned towards him.

Somehow you found yourself in the alleyway trying to pull Tommy off of the guy. “Tommy that’s enough” you said pulling his arm, he pushed you down hard making you hit your head on a rock and you felt the blood immediately pool down your face not fully aware of what was going on anymore, until you were pulled up softly “you okay ma’am” you were asked. “Yes, yes I’m fine he needs More help than me” you said pointing to the fight, not even looking at the man that helped you up, more focused on the blood running down your face. You soon saw Tommy walk past you and grabbed your wrist firmly “come on y/n” he said angrily. You struggled against his grip “let me go you pig” you said as you clawed at his hand trying to separate it from your wrist. He didn’t budge “let go of me you disgusting pig” you cried putting as much resistance as you could.

Tommy finally turned and gave you the worst bitch face and forcefully pushed you back as he let go. You fell to the muddy ground, and tears formed in your eyes when you looked down and seen how dirty yourself and your dress was. The two men had seen the whole interaction and rushed to help you up. “Thanks” you said not making eye contact with either as you tried to make yourself a bit more presentable even though those stains weren’t gonna come out without some stern washing. You finally looked up when the shorter man spoke “no thank you for trying to help me. I’m Steve by the way. Steve rogers” he said. You nodded “y/n l/n, wish we could’ve met on better terms” you said with a small laugh. “Steve seems to find trouble everywhere he goes. James Barnes” the other man spoke. You finally took a good look at him and you let out a gasp when you made eye contact with the bluest eyes you’ve ever seen.

He towered over you and his brunet hair only heightened his handsome features. “Oh, uh yeah I mean it happens right?” You replied trying to cover up how shocked you were at his handsome face. He smiled and nodded, making you melt a little. Suddenly you’d felt a little more self conscious. “Hey Steve, how about you go get cleaned up and I’ll walk miss y/n here home.” James says. Steve looked up at him in confusion “why, we goin somewhere?” He asked. James nodded “the future” he said smiling and handed Steve a pamphlet. Steve studied the pamphlet before nodding and making his way home with a nod to you and a pat on James’s back. James led you back to the sidewalk and you began to get dirty looks from people passing by, making you even more uncomfortable and self conscious .

James luckily noticed and started up conversation in hopes to distract you, “So, what where you doing here with, and excuse my language, an asshole like that” he asked. She sighed “my mom, she wants me married or at least in the process of getting married. She’s getting old and my pa passed some time ago, she doesn’t think I can make it on my own.” You said bitterly. You looked at him taking in his attire for the first time “you getting shipped out?” You asked. He nodded “Sargent James Barnes, shipped out to England first thing tomorrow morning” he said standing proud. You nodded lowering your head to watch your shoes as you walk feeling a bit disappointed because he and his friend were the first decent men you’d come across in all of Brooklyn.

“James Barnes”

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Winter soldier era

after being let out of cyro for the first time in decades the soldier was led to a morally grey room, by the same man with round glasses shed seen before she went into the cyro. Aside from the table and two medal chairs, the room was empty much like the rest of the facility.

The only difference from the rest is there was a lingering presence in the darkest corner of the room. All she could see was the shining of something silver. She made no face, showed no sign of weakness, because she couldn’t, she’d been erased of everything. Fear included. But she stayed on high alert, ready to defend herself and her boss. “Sit” zolo demanded.

She took a stealthy seat, not making any noise as she did so, not even as her boot made contact with the ground on the other side of the chair. She stared at the man who had also taken a seat in front of her. “You have been assigned a new partner, it he has been made to match your every move as if it was your own. You fit together like a puzzle.” The man stated.

She nodded letting the man know she understood. “Step out soldat” the man demanded. At the corner of her eye she’d seen it, the smoothest movement as the figure slipped out of the darkness and into the light. “Meet the winter soldier” said zolo. She slowly turned her head meeting the steel blue eyes. ‘Barnes’ the name had echoed in her head but she was careful not to let her expression shift. She looked back to zolo only to see him eyeing the herself and the soldier carefully. She chose not to make it known. “Do we have a mission?” She asked, voice hoarse from not being used in so long.

“You do” he said and smiled his sickening smile. A file was placed in front of her, the soldier came to stand behind her so he could see, she almost felt at ease. She opened the file only to be met with a photo of a blonde haired blue eyed man. Captain ‘Steve rogers’ America. “What do you want us to do?” The man finally spoke behind her. His voice deep and hoarse as well. “Find him. Bring him alive. Beat him to the brink of death if you have to. But. Bring. Him. Alive.” He demanded. The pair nodded in understanding, before bing dismissed.

as they made their way to the jet and got stocked up on weapons and ammo the name ‘Barnes’ kept running through her head. So much so that it slipped out of her mouth.

“Barnes”

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Fatws era

The last time you’d come face to face with james it was after the thanos war, you’d lived with nat while you were figuring things out before then you’d been snapped and now you’re living close toSam’s sister Sarah, helping her out with the boys. On this particular day you had walked into Sarah’s house in search of some flour, as you had ran out some days ago, “hey sara-“ you called but stopped yourself as your eyes landed on an all to familiar shield in the hands of Sarah’s boys. “Hey where’d you-“ she began to question but the oldest shushed her and pointed to the couch. Y/ns brows furrowed as she looked only to see that all too familiar face, obviously just now waking up. She ushered the boys away, but was quick to take the shield before they slipped too far out of her reach. “Hey, I uh- i didn’t know that you were here” she said awkwardly. “I just got here yesterday. I didn’t know you lived here” he said as he sat up from his laying position. “Oh no no. I don’t live here. Like here as in this house, I’m neighbors with Sarah.” You said shaking your head.

All he did was smile at you in amusement, making your cheeks heat up. “Uh well i only came to get something, I’ll be out of here soon” you said slowly backing away into the kitchen. Helping yourself to the flower you’d initially came to get. As you passed him again, he looked lost in thought so you cleared your throat, once again catching his attention. “Uh i live next door, if you uh- ever wanna come by and talk things over” you said nervously picking at your fingers. He smiled that charming smile that had you swooning since day one and nodded. “I’ll keep that in mind” he said. You nodded and backed away from the room and out of the door you used to enter the house.

a while had gone by since your interaction with James and if you’re being honest, you are really disappointed because you were looking forward to seeing him again. You are about to pack up for bed when a knock on your door broke you out of your daydream. You went to cautious because old habits die hard, you open the door to come face-to-face with James Buchanan Barnes. “Oh, hey I wasn’t expecting you” you’d said stupidly before you could think. You were totally expecting him, hoping and praying for him to knock on your door. “If im gonna be honest i want going to. Last time we’d seen each other we left off on a kiss and a barely confessed ‘I love you’. Sam told me not to let that go again.” He said sincerely. “ Well, Sam was right. Ever the wingman, no pun intended” you said letting out a laugh, as did he. Before either of you could make another remark, Bucky rushed forward and pressed a kiss to your lips. The kiss was soft and full of longing and warmth, happiness flooded you like you just took your first drink of hot chocolate on a chilly winter morning. The two of you separated breathing heavily

“my Bucky Barnes.”

“My Y/n L/n”

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puppy love

puppy love | yandere!mark grayson x afab!reader | MULTI-CHAP: 3

chapter 2

cw; DARK CONTENT!!! MDNI!!! reader is neurodivergent, ableism, growing up is messy & adults suck, angst, niceguy™/slight incel mark, childhood friend/bully!mark, mark gets his powers sooner, teeny tiny implications of pseudo incest (blink and you'll miss it), violent rape, threats of violence, & canon typical violence, stalking, implied murder, gender & body dysphoria, mentions/implications of disordered eating, mark teases reader about their body once, overall asshole mark, implied grooming (mark handles it but he's a lil bitch about it later), so, victim blaming, misogyny, the inexplicable horrors of being afab, objectification, sexualization

about; you don't know how long i could stare into your picture and wish that it was me i guess it's different 'cause you love him but i've got an interactive sick and twisted imagination and that's gotta count for something - not allowed (tv girl)

you'd found a boy that made your heart go thump thump, thump. and you knew very well how the rest of that story usually went.

your love was encompassing. asphyxiating and obsessive. and in the very first moment the two of you interacted, you knew, this could be it.

you didn't blame yourself.

you couldn't blame yourself.

blame the love stories.

the disney movies with the princes and the magic mirrors. breaking curses with true love's kiss. much like the fabricated sugary fantasies, your potential life with him unfolded before your eyes.

he could be the one.

true love's forever kiss.

you imagined it all.

movie theater dates, awkward parental meetings, proposals, a home, kids, pets. arguments. therapy, even. pushing through at the end. death. rebirth. trying it all over again in the next life.

all you had to do was get him to stick around.

you had to make him understand that you could be his true love kiss, too.

you had to be perfect.

. . there was just one miniscule problem.

the boy so happened be on the same baseball team as mark.

it's the way the two of you had met.

despite the fact that you were supposed to be there for mark: your eyes were . . elsewhere. your eyes - then your focus - had gravitated towards him even before the first pitch. and you found yourself blushing as you watched him stretch: holding his baseball bat over his head.

you'd made it your only goal to attempt to extract as much information about it from mark as discretely as you could. and frankly, you should've known mark would be able to read you like the back of his hand.

because he found out what you were trying to do embarrassingly quickly.

and he was just as quick to shut it down.

you hadn't noticed the boy before. not really. but since the baseball game, he seemed to be everywhere. and you were excited to find that he was the new addition to mark's friend group. you knew this because you saw him and mark sitting together during lunch.

which meant they were at least acquaintances.

so imagine your shock when you came to find out. . mark didn't like him.

everything about him seemed to rub mark the wrong way. mark would clam up the moment you mentioned your boy. he'd change the subject. or his mood would just straight up sour. he'd go quiet and avoidant. and when you kept pushing, he finally snapped.

your boy was stupid.

your boy was shallow.

"don't say i didn't warn you." mark would mumble.

but warning you wasn’t enough.

your boy barely looked at you.

and you weren't sure if it was in part because of the way you acted. . the way you looked. maybe he was so out of your league that he'd completely removed you from his radar.

you'd watch him from across hallways and excitement would swell in your chest when you found that you'd be walking in opposite directions.

you'd see him coming.

he'd see you.

time would slow as you walked past him.

your heart rate would pick up.

but his eyes would remain forward and time would pick back up again as soon as you were past each other.

all it'd leave you with was the bitter taste of rejection in your mouth and a deep ache of anxiety bubbling in your stomach.

the only thing that sobered you up were the dizzying possibilities.

he hadn't seen you. he hadn't noticed the effort you'd put in.

but eventually, he would.

you don't know what it was that grabbed his attention.

mark was vehemently against introducing you two.

you were at a loss until you realized that you'd just have to try harder.

whenever mark left for the bathroom, you'd made it a mission to swipe mark's phone during study sessions. you'd go through his socials and send yourself screenshots of both his follower count and who he was following.

it was a long tedious progress but eventually, you'd found your boy's account.

thankfully, it was public. which meant the the decoy accounts you'd made to snoop just in case he was private turned out to be a waste of time.

you looked through his followers and did your homework on anyone he showed a particular interest in. you'd even made a list of the usernames of the people who’s posts he interacted with the most.

and soon you became a master of disguise.

you studied them top to bottom.

those that went to the same school were far easier to emulate.

you copied their mannerisms, the way they styled their hair, you changed the cadence of your voice, the way you rolled your r’s. your clothing grew tighter and your slouch was now an exaggerated upbeat gallop as you chased after the object your new affection, hoping one day he'd notice.

. . and the exact moment he looked into your eyes and did a double take. . you did one, too.

it was completely out of surprise before you caught yourself and continued to saunter away from him with butterflies in your stomach: flapping their wings so violently it felt like you'd be swept away.

his attention was the most excitement you'd felt. . in a long time.

and you knew you'd do anything to retain it.

it was a sickly sweet feeling: syrupy, sticky. clogging your vascular system to the point your head swelled. the lack of oxygen only heightened your fantasies.

the attention was addictive and so, so good you found yourself chasing that high all the time. going to extreme lengths to get his attention. even if they’d end up embarrassing you after.

you never allowed yourself to wallow in the feeling of dread that settled in your stomach when you did everything in your power to get his attention, though.

specially whenever it made a smile stretch across his face.

whatever you did faded into the background.

it was all worth it in the end.

something was wrong with mark.

and he needed to get to the root of the problem fast.

he was looking at you. . differently.

he talked to his dad.

nolan had said something about the changing moods having to do with his powers. how being intense and passionate was just in his blood.

he talked to his mom about it. albeit in a more discrete way. he'd never be able to live it down if she'd found out you were making him behave a certain way.

she'd just chalked it up to it being puberty.

mark didn't know who to believe.

he just wanted to stop thinking about you.

his nerves were shot to shit whenever you were near.

senses heightened: you were a fog blanketing his brain until your voice carried with it a technicolor vision.

he could smell you coming like a damn blood hound.

he could hear your pulse while sitting next to you.

something was wrong with mark.

he knew it when his teeth ached when you'd stretched your neck: raised your arms over your head and let out a little sound of pain and discomfort.

something was wrong with mark.

when the day's turned warm and wet. . and your clothing became more revealing.

he could see more of you.

freckles and moles, blemishes and scars, he hadn't noticed before.

he'd follow sweat drops rolling down your skin.

smooth. soft.

he'd held you, once.

when was the last time?

something was wrong with mark.

he'd lay awake at night staring up at the ceiling.

thinking about how you'd looked while you concentrated on a book. while you looked down at your phone. while you listened to music: smiling when a song you liked came on.

your little humming. . but not singing.

never singing.

mark noticed you'd stopped singing in front of him when he started to make fun of you for it.

that, too, was how mark knew something was wrong with him.

the way your moods would shift like tides under a crescent moon whenever he'd said something excited him. he felt pleasure - a violent zap of electricity shooting up and down his spice - watching your eyes light up or darken when he'd say something to you.

about you.

i like your hair today.

light.

you talk so goddamn much.

dark.

i missed you.

light.

your stories take fucking forever.

dark.

something was wrong with him when he found his own mood depended on fantasizing on how he'd make you feel that day.

if he was in a bad mood, seeing you in one, too, was a sure-fire way to make his day a whole lot better.

something was wrong with mark.

when he'd have to smother the sounds he made while imagining you -

something was wrong with him. . when red, hot anger consumed him when one of his friends made a smart quip about your body.

when he couldn't just laugh it off anymore.

something was wrong with mark.

. . or so he thought.

because he'd later find out. .

. . no.

something was wrong with you.

all of a sudden: mark was the one double texting.

triple texting.

mark was the one asking if he could hang out. . and when the fuck did he ever need permission?

mark was the one seeking you out.

something was wrong with you.

and he needed to get to root of the problem.

he picked his brain apart in an attempt to figure out what it was. you couldn't be under any stress. you looked fine. better than fine.

you looked happy.

fucking elated.

to the point where mark couldn't affect your moods anymore.

mark wanted to know what the fuck you were so happy about.

why the fuck you were so happy when he was falling apart at the seams. when his world was crashing down.

and there you were, completely fucking oblivious.

mark had always been curious.

and so, he went to see you.

the two of you were in your room.

you'd excused yourself to go to the bathroom.

and mark started looking.

you were predictable.

he knew where you kept your journal. despite how many times he'd found it and read it aloud - holding it above his head whenever you tried to snatch it away - he'd always managed to figure out your next hiding place.

it was easier that way.

he pretended he didn't know where it was.

you pretended to have some privacy.

he pretended not to know every single, minute, insignificant detail of your life.

of your thoughts.

thank fuck you were still so naive.

thank fuck for dairies.

he'd found it in a box under your bed.

and after flipping to the page with the freshest set of ink. . he'd found out what your problem was.

you'd found a boy who'd made your heart go

thump.

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Developmental Achievement (A Store Manager Verse Story - Steve Harrington/Reader)

Previous Part: Incremental Planning

Pairing: Steve Harrington x HawkTheaterManager!Reader

Summary: Steve messed up and now he needs to fix things if he wants to win you back, hopefully for good.

Warnings/Themes: AU where the Upside Down doesn't terrorize Hawkins. November through January 1986, Steve and Robin work at Scoops (OR DO THEY?), Reader works at The Hawk Theater (formerly at Dippin' Dots AND Wicks and Sticks; you job hop...it's a thing), Relationship Break, Hopeless [Romantic] Steve, Tie in with the Store Manager Verse

Note: So this is the end of our Steve saga of the SMVerse, kind of wrapped up in a neat little bow. Is it the best? Probably not, but it's silly and corny and cheesy and I needed all of those things yesterday and instead of RELEGATING IT TO MY FIRST FAVE...I'll inflict it upon Stevie. Tagging @dr-aculaaa and @loveshotzz because COME AND GET HIM. (@deathbecomesthem ...and a possible Easter Egg?)

You can find my masterlist here for more fics featuring pretty much exclusively Eddie Munson content but also a little Steve.

Please do not interact if you are not 18+.

Enjoy!

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Steve Harrington fucked up.

Ok. Ok. That’s not right.

Steve Harrington really fucked up.

If he was being honest, he always seemed to fuck up when it came to you, his...well...he could really only call you his ex now, couldn't he?

From rivals in ice cream where he missed every sign that you might like him, to sickeningly-sweet dates around Hawkins because he was being too boring of a boyfriend, and finally to Thanksgiving Dinner with his parents where he absolutely stuck his foot in his mouth.

He thought making a joke about your job-hopping was funny--from Dippin' Dots to Wicks and Sticks to KB Toys, it's lucky you decided he was worth sticking around for--but it only put you under his parents' scrutiny.

He got an earful as he walked you to your car after dinner was over. You stayed a few steps ahead of him until you got to the driver's door and turned to him with tears in your eyes.

"That was embarrassing, Steve," you said through clenched teeth.

"I'm sorry, I..." he was at a loss for words, especially making you cry. As strong as you were, you never seemed to be flustered at all; what was happening? "I thought it was a joke. We always laugh about it. I’m gonna work at scoops forever and you’re gonna work everywhere else."

"But it’s meeting your family, you shouldn't joke about...about what a huge flake I am that you're lucky I don't jump from boyfriend to boyfriend just like I go from job to job. They're never gonna look at me the same way again. You only get one first impression."

"You shouldn't worry about what they think about you. I've stopped caring about what they think about me too."

It went back and forth before you threw your hands up and got in the car.

You didn't even kiss him goodnight.

Then sometime during Black Friday weekend, you stopped by Scoops before your shift and broke up with him.

"It was nice, Steve," you said, barely able to look at him. "But uh...I don't know. I need to know I'm with someone who doesn't think I'm some kind of joke."

He chased after you, even with his manager screaming that if he left he'd be fired, and begged you to reconsider.

You didn't.

He watched you ride up the escalator to head to your shift.

And when he got back to Scoops, he was actually fired.

What a great day.

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Of course, Robin quit as soon as Steve was fired.

"Can't stick it out without you dingus," Robin announced as she approached him in the parking lot shortly after, tossing her hat at him. "And you can't have Scoops without...Stoops. Get it? Because you're stupid. Scoops? Stoops? Stupid. Why aren't you laughing?"

It was pretty funny.

But Steve was heartbroken.

Unemployed and heartbroken.

Robin insisted that she could land them both jobs at Family Video--

"Keith hates me. Pretty sure he calls me Sleeze Harrington."

“Well he loves me. I can vouch for you, come on."

--but Steve was sure that he would have a better chance at winning you back if he kept working at StarCourt.

What an epic bust that was.

Not the job part.

Well, that too.

Most of the stores near the toy store were done hiring seasonal help, and the best that he could land was a temp job as a Mall Santa.

On the upside, it meant that he could walk around the mall on break in his Santa suit and watch you with you none the wiser until he could beg you to take him back.

"It sounds creepy," was the unfortunate response from Steve's newest friend and personal relationship expert, the Claire's Store Manager.

He stopped by before his shift to pick up some of his lucky strawberry lipgloss to make sure he was very pouty and puckery for the moment you realized you'd made a mistake...and after effectively getting it all over his fake beard, the Manager decided to take pity on him and listen to his woes while helping him clean up.

"I'm gonna need to start charging you for advice," she laughed and wiped him off with tissues from the ear piercing station. "You seriously need it if that's the idea you came up with."

"You're a real Lucy Van Pelt," Steve deadpanned. "I'll buy you cookies one day just...please...help me."

"Have you tried just talking?" she questioned. "Wasn't that your problem in the first place? Way back when? You didn't communicate."

"But they're mad at me, they don't want to talk. And I need to fix it."

"Then give them some space, and try again, ok? Give it a week or two. They probably just need time to cool down, sounds like you really hurt their feelings."

"And if they can't forgive me?"

"Then you move on," she sighed. "Sometimes things just don't work out and even though it doesn't make you feel ok, you have to be ok with it."

So he waited a week.

A week was long enough, right? His own personal Lucy said so.

He chose a day he wasn't scheduled at Santa's workshop and waited for you in the food court where he knew you'd seek refuge during your lunch break, just like the two of you had taken your breaks together. He wore his best polo, made sure his hair was perfect, applied some of his lucky lip gloss and waited.

And waited.

But you never showed up.

Not during your usual break. Not an hour later. Not even at the supposed end of your shift.

Maybe you were working a double?

So as much as he told himself he wouldn't follow you because it was creepy, he ran up the escalator two steps at a time to KB Toys where you would surely be.

Or not.

"They don't work here anymore kid," your former manager sighed after he asked about you. "I'm sorry."

"W-well where did they go?" he asked frantically, pathetically.

"Didn't say, not really my business to ask. Put in their notice...right after Black Friday, actually. Right before the Christmas rush too."

If he was heartbroken before...his heart was just gone now. Obliterated. Non-existent.

Along with any hope of trying to win you back.

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Steve stuck through the rest of the holiday season at the mall; you could call him many things but a quitter wasn't one of them. However, come the new year, he needed a new job again, and he took up Robin's offer to butter Keith up and get in at Family Video.

He was offered an opening key shift, a decent employee discount, a better paycheck than both Scoops and Santa's workshop combined, and unlimited access to choose the movie playing overhead whenever he was in charge.

"You're lucky the other person I was about to hire bailed," Keith said after his first week. "Got a job at the Hawk or something. Can't blame 'em. Free popcorn and all that."

The distraction helped the heartache.

Surprisingly, he got a few phone numbers. Nothing ever came of them, nursing a broken heart the way he was, but it was nice. He'd been tempted to call you, several times in fact, but in the end he just decided fate knew better. Still, he denied himself the role of Hawkins' resident heartthrob.

"Are you hearing yourself right now?" Robin scoffed at him as he scrubbed off yet another phone number that had been written onto the palm of his hand by one customer or another. "Resident Heartthrob. Seriously? Ok Cassanova."

"What else do you wanna call it?" he asked, holding his arms out helplessly. "They can't resist the Harrington Charm, even when I don't want to use it."

"It's because you keep putting on sappy romance movies when you're here. Girls like that shit, a guy in touch with his feelings."

"First Nancy and then..." he trailed off, thinking about you sadly. He had to let you go.

"Are you kidding me?" Robin hit him upside the head and shoved him out of the way so she could start processing returns. "You can't even say their name? You need to get over it."

"It's hard."

"Were they your soulmate or something?"

"Robin, all men must...have someone who will never take advantage of a love bright as the sun."

"Love?"

"Someone to stand beside them."

"You're quoting the Monkees now."

"They were the one," Steve lamented. "And now they're--"

He trailed off as his eye landed on something outside the window.

"They're what? On the Last Train to Clarksville?" She made a buzzer noise. "Try again."

"No they're walking in right now, act casual," Steve announced and started typing away at the keyboard of the computer.

The doorbell chimed as you set foot inside Family Video and Steve glanced up to get a look at you for the first time in weeks.

Ok, so maybe he was being a little pathetic with this heartache.

Maybe it wasn't that bad for him.

It was pretty bad.

But when your eyes met, Steve could just tell...it had to have been just as bad for you too.

Because he knew you by now. How many months had you been dating? Dates and lunches and breaks spent together. Was it love? Maybe. Probably. Even if it wasn't, it was damn near close to it. So he knew the way your eyes lost their sparkle a little bit when they landed on him, knew the way your shoulders sagged, knew the words that refused to escape your lips when you saw him.

Stevie Stew. Pookie Bear. Dumb dumb. All the pet names he missed too.

Robin greeted you with an exaggerated lengthening of your name and a pointed glare shot directly at Steve.

"Hey Rob," you cleared your throat and offered a strained grin. "How are you? Didn't know you were working here."

Your eyes shifted to Steve and then back to Robin.

"Either of you."

"I've been here since before Christmas," Robin leaned against the counter as you approached and thumbed over her shoulder at Steve. "And of course dingus over here just couldn't stay away."

"You're the dream team, of course," you nodded. "Scoops Troop. But, uh, not anymore I guess."

"We're workshopping a new name."

The two of you laughed and then you excused yourself to peruse the shelves for a new movie. Robin even offered to show you some new tapes with a low pull it together hissed at Steve as she rounded the counter to show you a new display.

Steve willed himself to say something, Do something. Anything. Say hello, walk over and suggest a new movie, say that it was good to see you, that he missed you.

Communicate, god damn it.

But he was frozen.

Even more when you and Robin returned a few minutes later debating which John Hughes flick you should get: Sixteen Candles or Weird Science.

"You could always get both," Steve suggested, the words rocketing out of his mouth violently as you reached the register.

"Uh, yeah, actually..." you nodded. "That's a good idea, I think I will."

Steve typed in all the information and got your rentals rung out, and as he asked if you wanted candy or popcorn, you laughed.

"You know what, I'm actually all candy and popcorn'd out," your smile faltered when your eyes met again. "I'm...uh...you know."

"Know what?" Steve asked dumbly.

"I'm over at the Hawk," you nodded. "New shift manager and everything. I was...I was actually supposed to work here when Mr. Phillips offered me a dollar more at the theater. And the popcorn didn't hurt."

"I didn't know that," Steve shook his head.

"Oh."

"Yeah."

You and Steve stared at each other for another long, drawn out minute.

You opened your mouth to say something--

"Can we ta--"

--before Steve, idiot that he was, pushed your tapes across the counter at you and practically shouted at you.

"Your rental's due back on Friday by 2pm, enjoy."

Robin gave him the silent treatment for the rest of his shift.

---

"Do I show up with flowers?"

"Flowers?"

"What's that voice, you don't like flowers?"

"Not really."

There he was, back at Claire's the following day, sitting in the chair at the Ear Piercing Station as the manager restocked the jewelry wall. A bag of fresh chocolate chip cookies from the food court sat on top of the station and the two of them periodically reached in for a treat as Steve regaled her with his tale.

"I know they miss me, I just know it."

"Then why did you freeze up?"

"Because I'm an idiot. Help. Please."

So far, the manager hadn't really been able to offer him much advice outside of a shoulder to cry on and a listening ear. Especially now as he planned a way to win you back.

"Everyone likes flowers," Steve argued skeptically. "You're telling me Munson hasn't gotten you roses or something?"

The shop bell rang, a chain rattled, and leather squeaked, and instead of the manager answering with a gentle tone and an eye roll like she'd been doing all day, Eddie Munson himself chimed in.

"If I was a jealous man," he started with an exaggerated glare at Steve. "I would say you're here flirting with my girlfriend."

Eddie "The Freak" Munson was somehow the Dad to Steve's reluctant Mom when it came to the ragtag gang of Freshman that they shared role-model-ship of, and because of that their previous animosity had been turned into some kind of...agreement.

Could Steve say Eddie was a bad guy? No. Was he still wondering why the kids liked him so much? Yes. Could the two of them get along? Up for debate.

Which was why Steve wasn't so concerned when the metalhead was feigning some kind of intimidation tactic; they had an agreement that went from unspoken to shaken on come the new year: No fighting in front of the kids, no making fun of each other's hair, no stealing Eddie's girlfriend.

"What are you doing here?" the manager laughed at the two boys antics and crossed her arms over her chest. "Don't you have school?"

"I came to ask you a very important question," Eddie smiled a lovesick smile at her, Steve momentarily ignored. "But imagine my surprise when someone else is sitting in my spot."

"It's not your spot. And I'm giving him advice."

"Again?"

"He's hopeless, apparently."

"I'm right here," Steve exclaimed and got to his feet, ready to leave. "I didn't come here to be made fun of. I actually need help."

He didn't like the way Eddie clapped him on the shoulder, or steered him out of the store, or gave him a patronizing smile.

"Listen," Eddie started once they were out of the store. "I know you're having some issues but seriously, you need to get your act together."

"And how should I do that Munson? I've thought of everything and your girlfriend keeps telling me that my ideas are stupid."

"I'm sure they are stupid," Eddie nodded. "I trust her judgment."

"What would you do to win her back? If you fucked up?"

"I wouldn't fuck it up, Number one," Eddie smirked. "Even at the risk of jinxing myself there. Rule Number One in the Munson Relationship Doctrine, don't fuck it up."

"Well that page is missing from the Harrington Relationship Doctrine, because I clearly went and did that."

"Rule Number Two," Eddie continued, ignoring Steve. "Is by making a grand and personal gesture. Didn't you ask Nancy Wheeler to Junior Prom by having the cheer squad perform a routine just for her a few years ago."

"Yeah that took a lot of begging," Steve nodded eagerly, already formulating a plan. "But I could do it again if I--"

"I heard she hated it," Eddie shot a sour expression. "So no, not that."

"Then I'm out of ideas," Steve admitted.

Eddie threw his head back and groaned, and Steve was sure he heard him say something along the lines of and Buckley called him Hawkins Heartthrob.

"Listen," Eddie recovered, tightened his grip on Steve's shoulder with one hand, and jabbed him in the chest with the other hand. "Don't ever say that I didn't do anything for you ok? Where does your friend work? The Hawk?"

"How do you know that?"

"News travels fast when you're friends with 5 freshmen and Robin Bigmouth Buckley ok?" Eddie shook his head. "Now listen to me. Your friend works at the theater? Showing movies right? And what are movies made of?"

"Film?"

"Sure. And the kids...Dustin...what club is he part of at school?"

"Uh...Hellfire Club. Chess Club..."

"AV Club," Eddie insisted with an exaggerated nod. "And where do you work?"

"Family Video."

"And what is in a vid--you know what?" Eddie groaned. "I don't have time for this. How are you not putting two and two together Harrington?"

"I don't know what I'm supposed to be putting together."

"What they all have in common?"

Steve took a second as Eddie leaned closer expectantly, as though trying to transmit his idea through osmosis because Steve was just not getting it.

Until the osmosis was successful and Steve had his lightbulb moment.

"Oh!"

"There you go!" Eddie's face stretched with a feral grin. "I see the wheels turning. Ladies and Gentleman, I believe a plan is underway."

---

It took a little more than a week, the combined efforts of the AV Club and Hellfire Club, and a good chunk out of Steve's paycheck for supplies and to bribe them all and the projectionist at the Hawk.

But the plan was in place.

Steve found out your schedule, bought tickets for a 5pm show of Hey there, It's Yogi Bear.

There couldn't have been a worse movie to choose, but it was the only one he could buy out the theater for.

He showed up to the Hawk promptly at 4:30, got his soda and popcorn, and hung around the lobby impatiently. He was pretty sure he'd ruined his hair from the number of times he'd run his hand through it.

Slowly his friends started to filter in: The Sinclair kids and Max, Mike Wheeler and Will Byers with Nancy and Jonathan in tow--that wouldn't be nerve-wracking or embarrassing at all if the plan didn't work out. At some point, Eddie's van pulled up in front of the Theater and Dustin, Jeff, Gareth, and Dave all walked in bickering about nachos and sour worms, before Eddie and the Claire's Store Manager followed suit, Eddie telling his friends to shut up.

Steve was beginning to sweat at 4:55 when Robin ran in, hand in hand with a new girlfriend that he'd seen waiting for Rob when he dropped her off at school in the morning.

That he'd been maybe a little too in his own head about you to hear Robin rave about for the past few months. He really did feel bad about that.

"Thought you were gonna be late," he accused Robin.

"Me? Late?" she beamed. "Never. Do we have time to grab candy?"

"Just go," he waved them off, then shot Robin a secret thumbs up as she pointed to her crush excitedly, then got nervous when he spotted you across the lobby, talking to one of the ushers.

You faltered when you locked eyes with him, waved back when he sent you a little hello, and then you scurried into the box office.

He allowed himself one more moment of heartache. Then at 5 on the dot, Steve entered the theater and sat in the back row, as close to the projection window as he could get.

The previews started, and for a moment, Steve looked at all his...well, they were all his friends now, weren't they? Here to support him on this hare-brained endeavor. He suddenly felt loved in a way that he didn't think he'd ever felt before, not like this.

The only thing missing was you.

Suddenly the projection started skipping, and he could hear his accomplice in the projection booth shuffle around, then a door opened and closed.

"And so it begins," Eddie said dramatically a few rows ahead.

"Shut up, you're gonna give it away!" Dustin shouted at him.

Everyone started chattering until Steve sent them all a shhhhh when he heard the projection booth door open and shut again and your voice, clearly irritated, started speaking.

"What do you mean it isn't working? Did you try...I don't know...unplugging it and plugging it back in? Re-roll the film and try it again...here let me see..."

Steve felt himself shake with anticipation as the projector started up again, but the images on the screen were decidedly not Yogi Bear and Boo Boo.

"What the hell?" you exclaimed.

On the screen were pictures of you and Steve, all the polaroids and film strips from the little Photo Booth at Starcourt that you'd taken together over the months of your relationship. The ticket from the aquarium that he'd saved. The note you'd pinned to his back one morning when you hugged him before his shift that said "Steve Harrington is a loser."

He heard your snort as the scene panned up to a shot of himself sitting at the desk in his room writing a letter, shot on the Wheeler family's camcorder. The Steve on the screen looked up into the camera and startled.

"Oh," he laughed. "Didn't see you there. It's been a long time, hasn't it? I uh...I really wanted to talk to you and figured there wasn't a better way than writing a letter."

"Nerd," you called through the projection window, garnering laughs from his friends.

The scene faded to Movie Steve in a turtleneck skipping rocks at Lover's Lake in a very artistic shot that Director Dustin was apparently "proud of."

"But a picture is worth a thousand words so I'm pretty sure a video is worth a million." Movie Steve said your name sadly and looked deep into the camera. "I messed up, I was an idiot and a jerk and only took my own feelings into consideration when I made that joke to my parents. I don't care how they felt about you because I'm past the point of caring how they feel about me. My screw ups.

"And unfortunately I made the biggest screw-up of my life that night. I might not care what they think about me...but I care what you think about me."

The scene changed once again, Movie Steve leaning over the counter at Family Video filling out a form on a clipboard.

"There are a million better movies out there than this one you're watching right now Honey, but none of them are able to show just how truly sorry I am, and how much I miss you. I know that we still need to talk things out in person but I hope this shows how much I'm willing to put in the work so you'll forgive me."

A few rows ahead, he could hear Eddie speak along with Movie Steve, he leaned into his girlfriend and said "I wrote that line. Pretty good, right?"

"Uh huh," she pushed his head away from her. "Sap."

Eddie turned back to look at Steve and shot him a thumbs-up.

The scene changed one last time to a panning shot of Steve walking out of StarCourt mall towards his car.

"This is your chance to decide now. I wouldn't blame you if you chose never to talk to me again. I'll wait outside once your shift is over, but I'll respect your choice either way. I miss you Honey, and I love you."

Movie Steve got in the car and drove away into the sunset, only for the camera to pan over to Corroded Coffin playing a sweet ballad that Steve knew was your favorite.

The screen faded to black and the audience erupted into applause before the real previews resumed and the eventual movie.

Steve listened intently for some sign of life from the projection booth, but aside from a few footsteps and the door opening and closing again, there was nothing.

After the movie was over and all of his friends went their respective ways, Steve sat by his car until the end of your shift. When the last lights of The Hawk marquee finally turned off and the employees all started filing out, he knew he was holding his breath.

The last person out of the building was you, and as you turned around and spotted him, you stopped in your tracks.

Just like the other day at Family Video, it was a standoff between you and Steve, and although Steve wished that you would just come running into his arms to kiss him, insisting your forgiveness, he knew things were never that easy.

"That, uh...was something," you finally broke the silence.

"It was, wasn't it," he agreed.

"Was that your idea?" you asked. "Pretty sure those were all your friends in there."

"Yeah I bought out the whole theater."

"You bought...seriously?"

"I wanted to make sure you weren't embarrassed...in case anyone else saw."

"And I wouldn't be embarrassed by your friends?" you scoffed.

"Well they all helped me make it so I think I was more embarrassed asking them all for help than you." You let out a long sigh and put your face in your hands and Steve started talking rapid-fire. "I didn't mean to hurt you. I know that sucks when...when I already did. But I promise I'll do better. I'll be better. I'll be anything you need me to be, I just...I need you back."

You said something but it was muffled by your hands.

"What?"

"I said," you pulled them away and looked up at him with watery eyes, and he felt his heart drop again. "Do you really love me? You said so...at the end of that...whatever that was."

"I mean...yeah I guess I do."

"You guess?" you laughed.

"I do!" Steve said with more confidence this time. "I do love you. I'm...sorry I didn't say anything sooner."

"I'm sorry you didn't either," you muttered. You closed the distance and grabbed the lapels of Steve's jacket in your hands, as though you were about to shake him. "Do you know...the real reason I was upset?"

"There's...a real reason?" he asked.

"Why I broke up with you."

"Oh. Uh...no."

"I mean," you took a great breath of confidence. "Yeah I was mad because you made me seem like a joke to your parents on Thanksgiving, and I know...I know their opinion doesn't mean that much to you. But after I left it got me thinking...what if you made a joke like that...because I was a joke. And maybe thats why nothing was ever coming of our relationship because it was just...you didn't care about me. You didn't...love me, the same way I loved you."

Steve felt the invisible hand clench around his heart; it was like Nancy all over again.

"Loved?" he whispered weakly, the sense of deja-vu undeniable. "Honey..."

"So I had to end it. To protect myself. And I took a long hard look at myself when I got to work. The what? Third job I had since I started at StarCourt? I realized that maybe...I was a joke. Maybe you were right, that I was...this job-hopping, unreliable...thing and that's why I quit. And I started looking...for a management position somewhere so I could be better."

"But you were already great," Steve assured. "Can we get back to that...loved thing?"

"Steven..."

"Sorry."

"Let me finish."

"Ok."

"And you know what I found out since I've been here?" you asked. "I...kind of hate working at a movie theater. And I need to leave again. I'm...I'm a free spirit. I can't be tied down to one kind of job. I saw an ad in the paper for an arts and crafts instructor at the Park District and I sort of wanna quit before applying, I would be great at that."

"You would," Steve laughed, still unsure of where this was going.

It was always a bit of a rollercoaster with you though, and it was another thing about you that he loved.

"So...tonight seeing all of that," you waved an arm behind you at the theater. "Seeing you...realizing that you loved me all along...I don't know. I don't need your love to keep being who it is that I am, it's just nice to know that you love me, the same way I love you."

"Love me?" he asked hopefully.

"Yeah."

He whispered your name desperately and then cupped your face in his hands.

"I love you Honey."

"I love you too, Steve Harrington."

You pulled him into you and smashed your lips to his. The heartbreak faded away from both of you, and in its place, undeniable love and affection for each other.

Steve Harrington might have been many things, he might have fucked up.

But he was happy to say he was someone who could fix it.

With love.

#Steve harrington x reader #Steve harrington fic #Steve harrington fluff #store manager verse #stranger things fic #Steve harrington stranger things

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Chance and the Community Chest

@bellsandmischief phic phight phic!

“I don't know, Tuck.”

“Come on, Danny. You said it yourself. There's not much else to do on a Friday night since ghosts trashed the mall. And the arcade. And the theater. And the mini-golf course. And the bowling alley. And the ice rink. And the roller rink.”

“You don't even like skating.”

“And Floody Waters. And the park. And the Nasty Burger. Both of them. And the McMasters.”

“We wouldn't be able to hang out in a McMasters anyway.”

“It's the principle of the thing. The park is closed, too–”

“The park isn't closed. It's just that the Amity Park New Religion Convention is happening there.”

“Do you really want to go to the park when it's full of cultists?”

“I don't know that it's fair to call them cultists–”

“One of the groups literally calls themselves the Coalition of Universally Lateral Thinkers.”

“No. That has to be a joke.”

“It isn’t. I've looked them up. They've got some kind of Scientology-level crap going on. They're convinced that you can astral project yourself to the Ghost Zone and travel to other realities that way.”

“Well, I mean, you can, but–”

“Wait, what? Stop. Stop walking. What do you mean, ‘you can?’ Are you saying that astral projection is an actual thing?”

“Yeah? Is that not what I said?”

“Right. So. Should we, uh, stop them? Is that why you've been so weird about coming?”

“I haven't been weird about coming. I've been questioning your decision to bring a dozen binders full of rules for a game when we've never been here before.”

“Excuse you, these are the latest Dragonpath PDFs that I got for the low, low price of free. And there are thirteen of them, not twelve.”

“Yeah, and then you made up the price difference by making color copies. Seriously, Tucker, I think community board game night is more like Monopoly and Scrabble, not, uh. Something with fifty pounds of rules. And no board.”

“Actually,” said Chance Counter, unable to resist butting in despite his eavesdropping being quite successful so far, “‘board game’ in this case is more shorthand for– What is that?”

He’d been listening in, but he’d thought the teens were exaggerating, as teens tended to do. Nothing had prepared him for the enormous stacks of white plastic three ring binders.

“Fifty pounds of rules for Dragonpath,” said the white one, deadpan. He was the one carrying most of the books. “Weren’t you listening?”

“Oh,” said Chance. “Yeah. Are you the only ones planning on playing… that.”

“I wasn’t planning on playing anything in particular, Tucker just needed help bringing them over from his house. I’d be perfectly happy with Monopoly or, I don’t know, that one where you’re building stuff on an island.”

“Catan?” suggested Chance.

“Could be,” said the boy. Thinking back on the overheard conversation, Chance was pretty sure his name was Danny.

“I can’t believe it,” said Tucker. “I’ve been abandoned. Abandoned by my own friend. Abandoned! For what’s objectively the worst board game ever.” He almost dropped the binders, but his friend shored up his stack with his hip.

“What, why is Catan the worst?”

“Not Catan! Monopoly!”

“Why is Monopoly the worst?”

“Because, as our dear friend Sam would say, it signifies and symbolizes the ultimate capitalist hellscape. And also it causes fights.”

“I don’t think Sam would say that.”

“You don’t think I’d say what?” asked a girl who had just walked through the door of the community center. “Oh, hi. Are you one of the organizers?”

“I sure am,” said Chance, smiling. “My name is Chance Counter. We’re right in here.” He gestured behind himself, into the room where he’d just finished setting up the last of the old folding tables. He hoped they’d withstand Tucker’s massive tomes. “You three are a little on the early side, but our regulars should start coming in soon enough.”

“You might get some extras,” said Sam, walking past him. “Basically everywhere else is torched. Ghosts.”

“It’s not only the ghosts. There’s also the construction and the convention–”

“But it’s mostly the ghosts. By the way did you see that one of the groups set up in the park has an acronym that literally spells ‘cult.’”

“Did everyone know this before me?” asked Danny. He circled Chance and deposited his load on the nearest table. It creaked alarmingly. “How much math do you need to know in order to play this, anyway?”

“Less than Monopoly,” said Tucker, also dropping his binders on the table. “Look, man, we can basically play Doomed with these rules.”

“Why would we do that when we can already, you know, just play Doomed?”

“Because we can do things that we can’t do in Doomed. Trust me, it’s going to be great.”

Danny blinked down at the books. “Look, I like a good TTRPG as much as the next guy, but this is a bit extreme. Sam, will you play Monopoly with me?”

“Sure,” said Sam, sliding the box out from the stack of games on the central table.

“Sam! You were supposed to rail against the greed and corruption of capitalist states where monopolies are allowed to form!”

“I can do that and still enjoy a fictional monopoly,” said Sam. “I get to be the race car.”

“I want the dog, then.”

“You two are horrible.”

“And our battle will be glorious,” said Danny. “Should we wait for the other people, or will they not want to play Monopoly?”

“Oh, our regulars are very easy-going. Most of them will go with whatever is set up, although we do have an RPG group that meets every other week. They mostly play Eldritch Endeavors, though.”

Tucker groaned. “I want the boot.”

“I sense a butt kicking joke approaching, but would you really kick a dog? A doggy? A cute little puppy?”

“I hate you.”

Chance heard the community center door open again. He poked his head back out into the hallway. “Andrew!” he said, as the teens mumbled something about sense. “Great to see you. We don’t usually get you on the first Friday.”

Andrew, who was tall, thin, and sported a goatee, paused. “The first Friday?”

“Lost track of the days, huh? Well, might as well make the most of it. We’ve got some kids setting up a game of Monopoly back there.”

“Yes, I suppose I might as well,” said Andrew. He pulled off his coat, folded it over his arm, and stopped halfway into the room. “You!”

“You!” replied Danny.

“Chance, you really can’t allow this poetry-destroying hoodlum in here!”

“I said I was sorry! And then you attacked me!”

“It was my magnum opus!”

“Hey! Hey! This is a community game night,” said Chance. “The center policy is that everyone is welcome here unless they start something here, okay?”

“What about restraining orders?” asked Danny.

“Do you have one?”

“... No.”

“Then I don’t see how that matters. Now, you don’t have to play together–”

“Oh, but I will,” said Andrew, pulling a chair up to the table. “I’ll take any avenue to give this brat the beating he so richly deserves.”

“Oh, it’s on.”

“Uh, could we maybe tone down the smack talk as well? Maybe to something that wouldn’t get you arrested when taken out of context?”

Andrew simmered. Danny glared.

“Hi, Chance, what’ve we got– What are you doing here?”

“Star?” asked Sam, incredulously.

“Mikey?” asked Tucker, more incredulously.

“Oh, uh, hi, guys,” said Mikey, shyly.

Danny looked between the two of them. “Did you guys not know that they’re dating or something?”

“How do you know that we’re dating?” demanded Star.

“We’re keeping it secret!” said Mikey, horrified and loud enough that any secrecy was most likely moot.

“Not very well.”

Star swallowed visibly. “If you tell anyone–”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, no threats during community game night, please,” said Chance. “My heart can’t take it.”

“Who would we even tell?” asked Tucker. “We’re social pariahs. Hey, Mikey, how do you feel about Dragonpath?”

“Third edition is better. And Eldritch Endeavor is better than all of them.”

“You’re dead to me.”

“Aw, Tucker, I thought I was dead to you.”

“Anyway, this is the first Friday,” said Star. “Not RPG night. Is this the set with the purse?”

“Don’t think so,” said Danny, peering into the box.”

“I’ll get it,” said Mikey, moving towards the stack of game boxes where the second Monopoly set was hiding. “Is anyone the iron yet?”

“The what?” asked Tucker.

“The clothes iron,” said Mikey. “I like the irony.”

“Oh, you mean the useless technological throwback.”

“I iron some of my clothes,” said Sam.

“Of course you do,” said Tucker, shaking his head. “Of course you do.”

“I would like to play the game, now,” said Andrew.

Chance clapped his hands together. “So, Danny, why don’t you start us off, since you were the first one in?”

“Mm, yeah,” said Danny. “Let me just finish dealing out Mikey’s money.” He set down a few more bills, then shoved them over to where Mikey had just sat down. “Okay. Dice?” Tucker handed them over, muttering imprecations. “And… seven. That’s… one… two… three… four… five… six… seven. Chance. Erm. Chance card, I mean. So, let’s see here… ‘Take a walk on the Boardwalk. Advance token to Boardwalk.’”

There was a wave of quiet as Danny happily paid the bank four hundred Monopoly dollars and set the Boardwalk deed card down in front of himself. He looked up. “What?”

“Danny,” said Sam. “This is nothing personal, but you know that we all have to destroy you now, right?”

Danny’s eyes narrowed. “Bring it.”

#danny phantom #phic phight #fic

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rc-writes · 11 months

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𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙨 | 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢

pairings: benny weir x reader (could be seen as platonic or romantic)

warnings: two curse words??, if you’re reading this as platonic there’s one mention of wearing couples costumes but friends can totally do that to, uhh i think that’s it

a/n: alright i could have probably thought of a million more but it was literally 1am when i wrote this and i was tired lol. also i will admit that was me fulling self projecting on the info dumping about movies part and wanting to text someone at an ungodly hour, but in my defense i do genuinely think benny would do those things as well. also this was requested by an irl friend of mine who mentioned friends to lovers after i finished this so look out for that coming soon! also this is my first writing related thing i’ve posted on this blog in like 2 years!!

will try to learn spells just to impress you

of course there was a few that went wrong

maybe more than a few, but it’s the thought that counts right?

will send every meme or funny video he finds

does not matter if its 3pm or 3am he will send it immediately after he found it

which speaking of 3am i can see him not being able to sleep so he tries texting you

if you answer i can see him texting “hey what’s wrong?? why are u up so late?? everything okay??” and completely ignoring that he too is also awake at this hour

“you are aware you texted me first, why are you up”

“i asked you first”

benny absolutely loves video games and will want to play a few with you even if you don’t like video games

which if you’re with him there a good chance you love them too

but if you don’t you will most likely start liking them even just a bit because he makes them fun

getting to spent time with him and watch him do something he loves makes it special

it also can be really funny

can guarantee at least once he’d say “watch this babe” or “this ones for you” and immediately fail/die

this is also something that definitely happens in the outside world with him trying to throw something away or something

pure of heart, dumb of ass

also i don’t know shit about video games so i cannot go into anymore detail then this lol

is 100% down with spontaneous movie nights whether that be binge watching movies at home or going to the theater

if it’s a movie he’s obsessed with but you’ve never seen he will be trying his hardest not to info dump and potentially spoil the whole thing

but if it’s a movie he knows you have seen he is more than willing to explain every single fact about it he knows

“did you know that while filming this bit they had film it completely in reverse to make it look like that?? insane right!?”

speaking of movies if it’s a horror/scary movie you can bet he will try to act all tough and not scared before it starts

even if you already know how much of a scaredy cat he is he will try to play it off

but the second the first jumpscare happens there will be popcorn flying everywhere

he is no longer allowed to hold the bowl

you’re still finding popcorn in the couch

he will still continue to pretend that he’s not scared despite shaking like a scared chihuahua

you will have to be the one to grab onto him

which then leads to him hiding his face into your neck or behind you

he still refuses to let you turn it off even if you insist it’s okay

there is a part of you that feels bad but also a part that thinks it’s so funny

your contact names in each others phones are han solo and princess leia

the only suggestions i will take on this is that yours is han and his is leia

will take you to every convention within driving distance

if the convention if for some game/show/movie you don’t know be prepared for a whole powerpoint presentation or a weekend of binge watching whatever media it is

“didn’t you just say you hated doing a powerpoint for history??”

“babe this is way more important and interesting than anything school can teach”

you both will be going all out costume wise every convention

i can totally see you guys going in couple costumes or like hero and villain

if the latter you two take turns on who gets to be the villain or hero

if you are with benny there is no way you can be a halloween hater

he can do freaking magic, of course it’s his favorite holiday!!

this also can follow what i said for conventions with the costumes

at some point there is a competition on who can get the most candy

if he loses, he will say that the candy was just too hard to resist, and he had to eat just one piece that turned into him eating many pieces

this is a true fact whether he loses or not

side note if you can go a whole night of trick or treating without eating a single piece of candy while doing so i don’t believe you

#mbav #mbav headcanons #benny weir #benny weir headcanons #benny weir imagine #my babysitters a vampire #my babysitters a vampire imagine #my babysitters a vampire headcanons #benny weir x reader #mbav x reader #my babysitters a vampire x reader

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2.4 Drama Lessons

Lexie: I couldn't believe he found another Snowflake for me. It was the sweetest gift anyone's ever given me.

Bonnie: That's such a cute story! Johnny had a little stuffed cat that he used to drag around everywhere when he was little. What was his name again? Jackie? Jerky?

Johnny: Jinkies. I was really into Scooby Doo at the time.

Bonnie: That's right! Well, it seems like you two are birds of a feather. I'm so glad Johnny found such a sweet girl. And so pretty, too.

Lexie: Thanks, Ms. Ayers!

Bonnie: It’s Messer, actually. I never bothered to change my last name after my divorce. I'm glad we finally got to meet. I was beginning to think Johnny was trying to keep us apart.

Johnny: Mom, I told you I’d introduce you to her. I just wanted to wait a little while.

Bonnie: I know, I know. But it all turned out fine. I swear sometimes you make things so much harder than they have to be. Everything’s always gotta be a big thing. Lexie, I’m sure you know what I mean.

Lexie: Um, actually, Johnny is pretty easy going most of the time.

Bonnie: Yeah, that’s because you’re a girl that he wants to impress. Give it a few months and you’ll see. I love him to death, but he can really be a drama queen when he wants to be.

Johnny: Gee, thanks Mom.

Bonnie: Oh, come, Johnny. I’m just teasing you. I thought you were all about the jokes.

Lexie: Ms. Messer, I don’t know if Johnny mentioned this, but we’re going to be involved in some theater productions with the Drama department this year. Right, Johnny?

Johnny: Yeah, I think it will be fun. Hopefully we’ll be able to get some onstage experience. It’ll probably be a lot of behind the scenes stuff.

Bonnie: Oh, that’s nice! Do you want to be an actress, Lexie?

Lexie: I do, but I’d like to do a little bit of everything. Writing, directing, producing…it all seems exciting to me.

Johnny: We’re friends with a lot of other drama students and we’ve been talking about creating some content together to post it online.

Bonnie: What kind of content?

Lexie: Right now there’s a lot of competing ideas. Everyone has something different they want to try. I guess that’s what happens when a bunch of creatives try to collaborate!

Bonnie: I’m sure you’ll figure something out. That sounds really cool. You know, you’ve been such a good influence on Johnny. He’s been doing so much better since he met you.

Lexie: Well, I can’t really take credit for that. Johnny is really determined. Once he decides to do something, he’s going to see it through. I’m really proud of him.

Johnny: Thanks, Lex. That’s nice to hear.

Bonnie: I’m proud of you, too, son. I guess all your stubbornness is finally paying off!

Johnny: Yeah, sure.

Lexie: Well, it was really nice to meet you, but Johnny and I have an assignment we need to work on. I don’t want to fall behind so early in the semester.

Bonnie: Oh, I hate for you to leave so soon, but I guess schoolwork is important. It was nice meeting you, Lexie. Johnny, don’t be such a stranger.

Johnny: See you later, Mom. I love you.

Bonnie: Love you too! Bye!

Johnny and Lexie: Bye!

Johnny: [whispering as they walk away] Thank you.

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Kasumi Hinamori | [SSR] Only On Blooming Days, | Papa’s Favorite Thing - Part 3

Announcement: “The play is about to begin. Everyone, please sit back and enjoy the performance.”

Kasumi: (It’s a little darker now, will they be okay?)

Girls: …

Kasumi: (Their eyes are fixed on the stage. They don’t seem scared at all.)

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Kasumi: (One short story already done. This performance is really catchy and easy to understand.)

Kasumi: (The production is really easy for kids to understand, the lighting is bright enough to not be scary, the costumes are cute, and there’s so many other kid-friendly things too.)

Kasumi: (And the girls…)

Sakura: Mmh… hmh…

Kaede: Yawn…

Tsubaki: Hnmh~…

Kasumi: (Oh no, they’re dozing off! I guess they ended up getting sleep after all.)

Kasumi: (They had a hard time sleeping last night because they were so excited, plus it’s dark in the theater, so I guess it was inevitable.)

Kasumi: (It just happened a little earlier than I expected…)

Story Traveler: “Oh? Are you all looking for a story too?”

Girls: !

Story Traveler: “What a coincidence. I’m on a journey to collect stories!”

Story Traveler: “It’s so great that we met like this. I’m going to share all my stories with you.”

Girls: Waah…!

Kasumi: (As soon as Sakuya-kun came out on stage, all three of them started staring at the stage with a sparkle in their eyes…)

Kasumi: (His ability to draw everyone’s attention to the stage… Sakuya-kun really is amazing.)

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Story Traveler: “Next time we meet, let me hear your stories!”

Story Traveler: “Bye-bye~.”

*Applause*

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Tsubaki: That was fun!

Sakura: It was really interesting~.

Kaede: Sakuya-sensei was so cool!

Sakura: Yeah! Especially when he was telling the story about the kitty…

Kaede: Yeah, yeah! I laughed a lot at that part~!

Tsubaki: Me too!

Kasumi: (I totally understand the feeling of wanting to go on and on about the show as the excitement doesn’t fade away~.)

Kasumi: Okay, everyone hold hands and come this way. Then you can all tell Sakuya-kun how you feel directly.

Girls: Eh?

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

*Knock on door*

Sakuya: Come in!

Kasumi: Hello.

Kasumi: (When I told him we were coming to see the play, Sakuya-kun said he’d love for us to come backstage.)

Sakuya: Kasumi-san!

Girls: Sakuya-sensei~!

Sakuya: Ahaha, girls!

Sakura: Um, Sakuya-sensei, so, the first story~…

Kaede: It was re~ally amazing when you did that spin-y thing! It was like magic!

Tsubaki: I wanna tell stories like you, Sakuya-sensei!

Sakuya: Fufu, thanks! I could see you in the audience. I looked everywhere to find you.

Kasumi: Sakuya-kun, I’m sorry… The girls have been like this ever since they saw the play. I don’t know where they get it from…!

Sakuya: Don’t worry about it, I was really glad to hear that you were coming.

Kasumi: I’m glad they all enjoyed themselves.

Sakura: The play was really fun!

Kaede: It was really fun to see a play!

Tsubaki: I love plays even more now!

Kaede: Yeah, me too!

Sakura: We’ve always wanted to see a play that Papa loves.

Tsubaki: We’ve seen one of Papa’s plays before, but we didn’t get it, but the costumes were really cool and Papa was really pretty!

Kaede: Yeah! We’ve always talked about how we wanna see more plans.

Sakura: Today’s play was really good, so we’re really happy we got to see it with Papa!

Kasumi: Girls…

Kasumi: Yeah, Papa’s very happy too… Snf.

Sakura: K-Kasumi-san!?

Kasumi: S-Sorry…!

Kasumi: I haven’t been able to go to see any of your plays lately because of work, Sakuya-kun…

Kasumi: So finally seeing one of your plays after so long, combined with the girls’ words, made me tear up.

Kasumi: Thank you for the wonderful play, Sakuya-kun…!

Girls: Thank you!

Sakuya: No, thank you for coming to see it!

Kasumi: (Fufu, I’d really like to go and see a play like this with my daughter again…!)

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You Deserve Each Other

steve harrington x afab!reader (32k ) Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 warnings: steve and reader are little jerks to one another; 18+ (minors dni) for later parts; swearing summary: You and Steve have been together for five years. He's seemingly the perfect boyfriend, kisses on the cheek, knowing your orders at restaurant. A great lover. Too bad you've had enough can't stand him. a/n: inspired by You Deserve Each Other by Sarah Hogle

Steve loved his car. Its leather seats. The engine. The new car smell that still lingered, but now it had mixed with the smell of your shampoo. Him and his car had gone through so many adventures together. It was home to him.

Your head rested against the window. He was driving slow and missing any bumps in the road, realizing he wasn’t doing so to keep his car in safe condition but to make sure you wouldn’t wake up. He was still an hour out from Hawkins, the afternoon sun blazed through his windows and glimmered across your skin. The shadows of sugar maple trees that lined the highway ran across your face.

As soon as the wedding was over you two had decided to go straight home, your mini vacation was over. It was back to reality, and Steve had a nervous feeling in his stomach that as soon as he pulled into the parking lot of the apartment, you would run inside and pack your bags. Neither one of you talked about when you woke up together. Steve had finally found himself under the sheets. Your backside was molded into his stomach. His hand had been wrapped around your left boob. In fact, you two hadn’t really talked at all since yesterday.

He had barely left the chapel and you couldn’t keep your eyes open any longer. He didn’t mind. You often didn’t make any sleeping sounds, but you were humming to the Billy Joel song flowing from the radio. You did that sometimes. When you were asleep but your ears were still in tune to the world, replying to conversation, singing, having no recollection you did any of that when you woke up.

The first time he caught you it had been the night of your first official date. Not when he asked you to stay at Kitty’s but when he had shown up to your house, sweat beading his forehead with a bouquet of flowers. When you opened the door, you nearly laughed in his face, thinking he looked ridiculous. He had gotten annoyed, ready to storm off, telling you, “Just forget it.”

You stopped him. “Did you come here to ask me out, Harrington?” Your brow was raised, a smirk plastered on your face. At first, he thought he should have just told you, no. But since his time with you at Kitty’s he couldn’t help that stomach flipping feeling.

He had taken you on a real date the next day. Thirty minutes outside Hawkins there was a drive-in theater. Thirty minutes into the movie, which Steve was too nervous to pay attention to, you had fallen asleep. It wasn’t until he looked over at you for the first time that night, and you looked exactly the same as you did right now. Except you were younger, your hair was shorter, and the screen casted a blue tone to your skin. You were mumbling under your breath, replying to the characters talking on the screen.

It was like he wanted to bottle that moment up and keep it in his back pocket forever. He wanted you to be everywhere he went. He had spent years talking to you about what ifs, and that day he no longer wanted it to be that way. He wanted you. He nudged you, smiling when you rubbed your eyes, looking around visibly confused. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

He chuckled, shrugging. “It’s okay. Really. It was cute.” You matched his smile, giving you a hint that maybe you wanted to push the what-if boundary too. He grabbed your hand gently, like it was the most precious thing in the world to him. “I like you.”

You looked away bashfully from him. “Like in a, you want to go out with me again kind of way?”

Like in a he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you kind of way. “Yes.”

You took a moment to take him in. You placed your hand on his cheek, thumb brushing over his freckle. His eyes fell to your lips, looking up to see that you were doing the same. There was that “what-if” question again. And that time you answered it, gently pushing your mouth on his.

Steve ran his hand over the steering wheel. She— his car— was where the birth of new beginnings happened. His sudden memory made him forget about the present, he had accidentally hit a hole in the road.

You made a small grunt, opening your eyes slowly, stretching your arms as best you could in the limited space. “Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you.” He told you, glancing to make sure you were okay.

You squinted, your eyes still adjusting. “It’s okay. How far are we from home?”

That last word made his heart skip a beat. “Uh, I think another forty-five minutes.”

You frowned, patting your belly. “I’m so hungry. Do we still have any granola bars left?”

He gave you a guilty look. He had hid the wrapper of the last granola bar in his pocket. “I was hoping you’d stay asleep until we got… home.” The word was like a stranger on his tongue.

You frowned and sighed, laying your head against the window once again. Steve felt bad. He hadn’t thought about eating before they left Porter.

A lightbulb went over his head when he saw the sign for a gas station about five miles away. When he turned you shot him a look.

“I thought you filled up the tank before we left.”

Steve smiled cheekily, putting his car in park. “I did.”

“Why are we stopping?” You almost looked afraid. He wondered if you thought he was about to leave you stranded or murder you.

“Why? To get you some food, sweetheart.” He poked your cheek.

“I can wait the forty-five minutes. This place looks scary.” You checked to make sure the doors were locked.

“You’ve fought a demogorgon effortlessly but you’re scared of a gas station in the middle of nowhere?” He was only teasing you. You elbowed him in the shoulder lightly. “Come on. I’ll protect you.” He jumped out of the car, and waved for you to follow. You eventually did. Reluctantly. “Get anything you want, princess. Daddy has it covered.” You looked at him like he had uttered the most vile and abominable statement in your life.

You walked around the mini aisles, clearly not appeased by the contents of the shelf. Steve walked up behind you, leaning into you, his mouth brushing your ear, smiling at the shiver you let lout. “Let’s play a game.”

“I knew it. You’re trying to murder me.” You snapped around, looking to see the nearest escape route.

“Relax. You remember one of our first dates when we went into the corner store on main?” He asked you.

“Yeah.”

“Remember what we did?”

He watched you as you thought for a second. He grinned when your face pinched in disgust. “I'd rather you kill me.”

He wasn’t listening, already searching, like he was on a private mission. “You grab the ICEEs.”

He was able to catch the mumbled profanities as you gave in, walking towards the ICEE machines. You had joined him at the register, pouting when you saw all the items on the counter. The cashier must have seen weirder or didn’t care because she looked more than bored ringing the items.

Once outside, Steve hopped on the trunk of his car, patting the empty space next to him. He already started to assemble the creation, listening to the occasional gagging sound from you.

“Ta-da!” He revealed a twinkie with a beef jerky stick stuck through the middle. The creamed filling oozed out.

You grimaced. “Do I have to?”

Steve frowned. “C’mon it wasn’t that bad.”

You slouched, snatching the twinkie from his hand and waited while he made one for himself. When he was finished, you handed him his ICEE. His favorite, Coca-Cola. “Cheers!” He proclaimed, tapping his cup with yours. You both took a sip so hard that made his eyes water. He noticed that you were concentrating hard, eyes closed shut as you slurped the ICEE.

You had finished yours a few seconds before him, moving onto the beef jerky twinkie. You hesitated before shoving the entire thing in your mouth. You shook your head in disgust, but still persevered with the atrocious flavors he knew you were experiencing.

Steve had barely swallowed the last of his own, when you had jumped off his car, hands up, tongue sticking out. “I won!”

“Damn it!” Steve tried his best to be mad. However, he was amused as you paraded around triumphantly. “Whatever.”

You laughed, approaching him. “Don’t be upset that I beat you at your own game, Stevie.” Steve narrowed his eyes suspiciously, grabbing your face as you spoke so he could see inside your mouth. “What—”

He cut you off, grabbing your empty cup. Your wild eyes already told him what he needed to know, but he still sniffed it. “This wasn’t even an ICEE.”

“Y-yes it is.” You stumbled, trying to hold back the laughter. Instead, you let out a loud belch. The final evidence he needed to erase your innocence. You backed up slowly when he slid off the car. Your hands were held up defensively.

“You dirty little cheat.” He tsked. “What am I gonna do with you?”

“Steve, let’s just talk like rational adults, now.”

“A little too late for that, sweetheart.” You tried to run but he was faster, grabbing you, tossing you over his shoulder. His hand was cupped on your thigh, right below your ass.

“Steve!” You laughed, hitting his back playfully.

He started to spin you around, rocks crunching under his sneakers. The sun illuminated over the scene, like a spotlight. Like you two were the only people in the world and it only belonged to you both.

***

You were disappointed when Steve passed the “Welcome to Hawkins” sign. It was a slap in the face back to reality. You wanted to grab his wheel and turn it back around. You wanted to beg him to start somewhere new. Maybe somewhere like Florida. You had never been to the beach before.

Your entire arm was lazily under his, your hand dangerously close to his thigh. But that’s as far as you would let it get. He had asked you to choose the music for the rest of the drive. And you had coincidentally chosen the mixtape he had made for your first anniversary.

The sun had started to set, the clouds a palette of pastels. Steve put on his signal to go right to turn on the road that led him to the apartment. “Can you keep going?” You asked him. He didn’t argue. He did as you asked, pressing the gas pedal to keep going straight. “Turn here.” He did. You wondered if he recognized that it was the way to the school. “Okay, can you stop right by that street lamp?”

He slowly came to a stop, putting the car in park. He tried asking why you wanted him to stop there, but you were already looking adoringly out your window.

It was a house. A small brick house. The grass was trimmed perfectly, a big oak tree stood tall in the middle. There was a paved driveway big enough to perfectly fit two cars. There was even a porch that was big enough to put chairs outside if you wanted to bask in the morning sun. A for sale sign was staked into the yard. You turned to Steve, eyes shining brightly. “I drive by this house everyday after work. Sometimes I stop and just imagine.” But only imagine, you thought to yourself. You bit your lip, looking at your fingers. “I know it’s stupid.”

Steve grabbed your hand. “It’s not stupid.”

“But it isn’t what you want.” You finally let him see you. Both of you wanted the same thing, but were on different paths to get there. Finally, it was like you both realized neither of you had to stay on those paths because you could meet in between. And it was beautiful.

Steve offered an assuring smile. “What I want is for you to be happy.” It was like he wanted to say more but he stopped himself. “I could live in our tiny apartment the rest of our lives but as long as you’re happy. Are you happy?”

“I love our apartment. I love that you have to slam the bathroom door to shut all the way. I love that there’s a permanent coffee stain on the counter from your mug. I love that it’s the first thing I got to share with you.” I love you. You wanted to scream it: I love you. I love you. I love you!

He grabbed your face, palms splayed across your cheeks. His eyes were soft, like a pool of dark whiskey that you wanted to get drunk on. “But are you happy?”

If he asked you that question a month ago you would have easily shouted, no, you were far from happy. And when you had suggested moving back in with your parents, you were convinced he was unhappy too. But you thought about how the last few weeks, the tiny changes you both had made had outshined the drawbacks in your relationship. It was like a scissor cutting the rope that held both of you back. It was like a mirage, tricking you into thinking the two of you were in ruins, the point of no return. “Steve, I don’t think I’ve ever known what that word meant if you weren’t in my life.”

Steve choked on a small sob, smiling. You thought he was leaning in to kiss you until he closed his eyes, bit his lip, and let you go. He was right next to you but you already missed him so much. “I… I need to show you something.”

The apartment was only a seven minute drive, but it might as well have been the two hour drive from Porter. He hadn’t said anything since he turned around to drive back home. He was doing the thing when he got nervous, chewing on his thumb. He almost looked guilty. Now, it was making you nervous, wringing your hands. He was agonizingly slow getting the bags out of the car. You almost told him to forget it, you two could get them later.

He trudged into the apartment, taking his time to walk into the bedroom, finally placing the bags down. He looked over his shoulder at you, taking a deep breath, retreating into the small closet. He came back with a brown briefcase. It was familiar, you had seen him carry it to work occasionally. To be honest, you thought it was all for show. That maybe he carried it when he knew his dad would drop by and Steve wanted to present himself as professional.

He plopped it on the bed dramatically, hands on his hips. “I haven’t been entirely honest with you.” He rubbed his neck, another given that he was really nervous. “You are always wondering where I am on those late nights with Eddie…” He trailed off, avoiding eye contact with you.

Your eyes widened, hands on top of your head. “Oh my god. No! I thought Eddie was done with all of that nonsense. And now he dragged you into it?”

Steve was taken aback. He looked hurt. “I wouldn’t call it nonsense… it’s actually kind of fun. Dustin had begged me for months to try it–”

“Dustin? Jesus. Eddie had a kid involved?” You shook your head, looking up at the ceiling. “I can’t believe I’ve been dating a drug dealer. Right under my nose.”

Steve paused, processing your mini-outburst. “Wait… you thought I was talking about… drugs?” He laughed at the last word.

Now you were the one who was confused. “You… weren’t?” Another panicked thought crossed your mind. “If it’s porn–”

“It’s not–” He pulled in an expansive breath, opening his mouth to say something. It sounded like he had muttered “fuck it” under his breath. He began to unclasp the suitcase. You shut your eyes tightly, the anticipation was overwhelming. You felt him nudge you, telling you it was safe to open. You did, but almost as slow as when he drove here. You peered in the suitcase, your worry evaporating.

Inside was a Dungeons and Dragons beginners manual, a leather journal (you had gotten it for him one year for Christmas), and a green dice. You turned to him quickly. He had a sheepish expression on his face. “Would be cooler if it was drugs, right?” He joked.

You could feel your eyes brighten, leaning closer. “You play D&D?”

Steve was prone to feeling self-conscious, ever since high school, always worrying about how others perceived him. He always made the same face, crestfallen and insecure. He looked away from you. “Go ahead, just laugh.”

“Are you kidding me? Why would I laugh?” You grabbed the case of dice, the light in the room reflected against the green plastic.

“I dunno. Because it’s lame.” His voice dropped. “Thought you’d think it was stupid.”

“Stupid?” You thought he had to be joking. Your voice was soft, placing your hand on his arm. “If it’s something you enjoy. It’s far from stupid.Is that your character sheet?” You grabbed a sheet covered in Steve’s handwriting. “What’s a bard?”

Steve paused, taking in your reaction. You could feel him watching you in bewilderment as you further examined the items in the case. Steve cleared his throat, moving closer, your shoulder hitting his chest. You wondered if he could hear how your heartbeat thumped, or how the hairs on your neck rose, tingling. It felt incredibly warm being so close to him and it was comforting. “Uh… it’s kind of hard to explain. Think of it as a master poet who, when they perform their art, can cast magical spells.”

“Steve Harrington a poet?”

You felt his hand ghost at the small of your back. You shifted, leaning into him, allowing his fingers to brush under your shirt, bolts of electricity shocked your skin. “More like Leif is the poet.”

“Leif?” You looked at his character sheet and saw the name scribbled at the top. You giggled.

Steve rolled his eyes, grabbing the sheet from your hand, placing it back in the case. “Okay, that’s enough of that.”

“Steve.” You whined, grabbing his shoulder. “I’m not making fun of you. Do you know how relieved I am that this is what you’ve been hiding from me all this time?”

“Yeah?”

You nodded, biting your lip. “Yeah. I thought maybe, I dunno, those hot moms who come by the shop got their grip on you or something. I can sleep peacefully at night knowing you really go play a fantasy game, reciting the poems you write.”

Steve cackled. “I told you, Leif is the one who writes them.” He paused, giving you an endearing look. “But I guess I can’t deny that he has a muse.”

Your face heated, you looked away bashfully. “I just wish you had told me about it. I wouldn’t have cared.”

Steve broke away, sitting at the edge of the bed. “I guess we’ve both been afraid of showing ourselves, huh? Like I dunno, maybe we were scared because we both aren’t the same kids from five years ago. Hell, we’re not even the same people we were a month ago. Guess we were both scared of letting one another learn the new stuff… in fear that we wouldn’t like each other now.”

Your feet were the ones who took initiative to walk over to him, closing the gap. His legs were parted and you squeezed perfectly between them. It was like second nature to put your hands on his shoulders. You smiled. “I have another confession.” His expression told you to go ahead. You giggled, brushing a strand of his hair back. “I fucking hate those curtains I bought.”

You looked over at the monotonous curtains that you dreaded looking at every single time you woke up or walked into the bedroom.

Steve scrunched up his face before breaking, his hand snaked around you, pulling you into his lap. You let out a squeal when his fingers dug into your side. Your noses nudged against one another. “Unbelievable. I’ve hated those curtains since you nearly broke up with me.” His words prickled your lips like a painter softly brushing over them.

You poked him softly in the shoulder. “I told you they weren’t the reason.”

He hummed, not believing you. He spread his hand against the side of your face. His eyes drooped, sincere, but serious. “Do you still want to break up with me?”

You wished it was appropriate to laugh. If you still wanted to break up with him, you would not be in his lap. You would not be running your hand through his hair. Your lips would not be brushing his own. “No,” you whispered. He took the word from your mouth, making it disappear when his lips fell onto yours. It was saccharine, tender, and heavenly. His touch exuded love, patience, and security. You felt like a flower blossoming, tall, in a field of sweet chamomile.

Steve broke first, catching his breath. He kissed your nose, clinging tighter as if he thought you were going to change your mind and run away. He looked over at his briefcase of DnD contraband. “So you don’t think I’m a total nerd, then?”

You smirked. “No, you’re definitely a nerd. But you make it look sexy.”

He tilted his head back, this time his hand not shying from slipping under your shirt. “Do I?”

You bit your bottom lip. “Yeah, why do you think I beg you to wear your glasses?” You gave him a fake pout. “Too bad you lost them.”

He went in for another kiss. “Yeah, too bad.” Another kiss. “How will you manage to survive not having your sick fantasies about me when I wear them?”

You changed your position, both legs wrapped around his waist. “That’s presumptuous.”

He kissed you a little harder, ending the conversation that was sure to come up again. He pulled you in closer, both of you gasping when you grinded over the hardness in his jeans. This time you didn’t tease him, bucking your hip again, drinking each other’s moan.

Your fingers started to play with his buckle when the phone started to ring. “Should get that,” you mumbled.

Steve’s lips were preoccupied with your neck to give an answer.

“Steve…”

He broke away, lips swollen. “Let it ring. If it’s important they’ll call back.”

That was enough convincing for you, your lips fell back into a synchronized rhythm, drowning out the phone. Steve stood up, holding you, laying you back on the bed. He went to grab the collar of his shirt. The phone started to ring again.

“Looks like it’s important.” You told him as he ran his hands over his face in frustration. You propped up on your elbows, watching him storm into the hallway to answer it.

You heard him greet the caller rather rudely, but after a response on the other end, it turned into a respectful tone. You sighed, climbing off the bed, joining him in the hallway, leaning against the wall. He gave you an exasperated look, shaking his head. “Can this not wait until the morning?” You could hear the familiar vexed sound of his mother’s voice on the other line. You sighed, coming to terms that whatever was about to happen would have to be placed on hold.

Steve hung up the phone, apologies already spewing from his mouth. You stopped him. “What’s going on?”

His hand ran through his messy hair. “Mom’s car isn’t starting and she needs me to look at it tonight. I shouldn’t be long. I can bring back food from Kitty’s on my way home.”

“No.” You crossed your arms. Before he could argue, you continued. “I’m coming with you.” You turned around to go change into more comfortable clothes. You had helped him at the shop once or twice before. Albeit, you were the designated flashlight holder, but you were definitely not getting any type of car fluid on your nice shirt.

Steve followed you. “Sweetheart, I don’t want you to feel like you have to come. I really can call back and tell her I can’t come until the morning.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. We’d have to wake up early enough to fix it so I can get to work on time. It’s more practical to do it tonight.” You felt him watch as you slipped on a shirt that had bleach stains on it. You turned around, eyeing him up and down. “We’re a team, aren’t we?”

There was a beat, half of his face turned upward. “Yeah.”

“Then what are you waiting for? Get dressed.” You walked out of the room.

It was an hour later and you wondered if you and Steve were still playing the game where you were trying to get under the skin of the other. He had managed to magically find his lost glasses. But not only that, he had put on a t-shirt, the sleeves so short, barely there, showing off his biceps. You almost scoffed in disbelief, thinking how it was cold enough for it to snow.

He leaned over in the hood of his mother’s car, and although you were on flashlight duty, your eyes wandered to his ass sticking up. You jumped when you felt his hand wrap around your wrist, pulling it down so the light was shining on a part you didn’t know the name of. “Stop getting distracted.” You could feel the smirk even if you couldn’t see his face.

“Can’t help it that you have a cute butt.”

“I didn’t realize you were staring at my ass. I assumed you were thinking about those sicko fantasies.” He stood up, licking his lips, pushing the bridge of his glasses up his nose, knowing exactly what he was doing.

You failed as you tried to look annoyed. “You’re a dick.”

He gave you a smug look before going back to work on the car. You couldn’t help smacking his bottom. He jumped, head hitting the hood. “Jesus, you know my mom is watching us through the window, right?” You glanced over to Martha’s beady eyes peeking through the blinds. You gave her a tiny wave. Steve laughed, turning you around. “Did you only come here to mess with my mom?”

“No, I came because I wanted to. But messing with your mom is a perk to the job.” You got on your tip-toes watching him twist something. “What’s wrong with it anyway, do you know?”

“I fixed it about thirty minutes ago when I topped off the coolant.” You came to the realization that this entire time he had been messing with random parts.

The scoff you let out made him chuckle. “I’ve been freezing my tits off out here for half an hour for nothing?” You shined the flashlight in his face. “Why?”

He squinted against the light, standing back up to escape it. “You’re not the only one who likes messing with my mom, sweetheart.” His grin was smug. Silver shadows of the moon casted a mischievous glow on his face. “She’s probably running my dad’s ear off right now on how I’ve been working on it far too long. That it’s serious and she might have to get a new car.” He wiped his hand on a rag, throwing it inside his emergency tool box that he kept in the trunk of his car. He closed the hood, and as soon as he did his mother walked outside in a designer fur coat, shivering as if she had been the one standing out there for an hour. “Is everything okay? Is it fixed? Do I need to get a new one?”

Steve glanced at you, brows raised, telling you I told you so. You snorted as he convinced her everything was okay, even starting the car with ease. She grabbed his face like he was ten-years-old, peppering his cheeks with kisses, telling him she didn’t know what she’d do without him.

You watched them, smiling when Steve looked at you, his eyes pleading for help. He wasn’t used to affection from his mother. It made you wonder if she regretted not being around, leaving him behind in the empty big house, trying to fill the emptiness with bodies that he didn’t really know. But now he had someone that he did know. And more importantly, who knew him back.

***

Steve was surprised when you had been the one to accept his mom’s offer to stay for hot chocolate. His mother walked into the sitting room, holding two mugs. She handed a mug to Steve first. Steam clouded the air, a mountain of whipped cream towered above the top. It was created more delicately than the other mug that was surely meant for you. Steve took the initiative, handing the hot chocolate in his hand to you and then grabbing the second one for himself. You scooted closer, leaning into him and suddenly he didn’t need the hot chocolate to feel warm.

He mentally laughed at how the scene was drastically different. His mother was sitting on the couch, his father on the other end, reading a book. They were miles apart and he didn’t mean just physically. Whereas he sat so close to you, he could smell your perfume– which you had changed and it smelled like tangerines.

“How was the wedding?” His mom broke the silence.

You wiped a dollop of whipped cream off your nose. “It was beautiful.” The light in your eye made a tiny smile form on his lips.

Martha clicked her tongue. “Me and Conrad are just so hurt we weren’t invited. I mean we all went to school together. Don’t you agree, Connie?”

Conrad looked up from his book, clearly not listening. “Right.”

Steve’s mom paid no mind. “Let’s hope that’s not the case for your wedding.” He swore he heard under his mother’s breath, “If there will ever be a wedding.”

Steve felt you sit up, the ammo on your tongue ready to fire. He grabbed your hand, beating you to it. “We actually eloped.”

You made a sound but his mother’s was louder. She clutched her chest, claiming she couldn’t breathe. His father, annoyed that everyone was disturbing his peace, told Martha to take deep breaths. Steve laughed, taking a sip of his hot chocolate. He gave everyone a look of innocence, throwing his arm over your shoulder, offering a wink that only belonged to you. “Joking!” He held a hand up defensively.

His mother threw her head back, “Oh, bless it. Thank you Jesus.” She turned to her husband. “I was sure I saw the image of Aunt Linda at the pearly gates waving at me.” She put the back of her hand against her forehead, wiping away imaginary sweat.

There was an awkward laugh that came out of you, shifting uncomfortably. “Why should it matter if we had eloped?”

“Because I don’t want my son to make the biggest mistake of his life.”

Steve felt your body crumble, hearing the pieces of your heart shatter against your ribcage. “Right.” You set the mug on the table, the clink against the table was ear-deafening. You pushed a tight-lipped smile to your face. “I guess we know the truth now. That Steve would be making the biggest mistake if he married me.”

“Oh please. That’s not what I meant.” Martha rolled her eyes. “Steve, will you tell her how ridiculous she sounds?”

Steve wondered how many times you had to hold the pieces of your own heart, putting it back together yourself. “No.” Everyone’s eyes snapped to him, staring but he was only looking at you. He gave you a nod, saying I’m sorry it took me so long, but I’m here now. We’re a team. “You’re not allowed to speak to her like that.”

“I didn’t—” his mother began.

He narrowed his eyes, locking them with his mother’s. They were big and brown, just like his. “You can speak to me however you want. You can tell me how much I’ve disappointed you as a son. You can even disown me. But I never, and I mean ever, want to hear her name in your mouth like that again. She doesn’t have to prove shit to either of you.” Steve rose from his seat, taking your hand, helping you off the couch. You looked so beautiful, even with your mouth agape, eyes wide in shock. “Tell her you’re sorry.”

“Steve…” It was the look she gave him before. The look that said, let’s talk about this in private. Those talks always consisted of how you needed to learn your manners. When she realized her son wouldn’t budge, tightening his grasp on your hand, knuckles turning white. She let out a heavy sigh, lips pursed. “I regret my choice of words.”

Steve stormed out of the house, your hand still in his as he dragged you along. You kept calling his name, but his ears were red, on fire, steaming. His jaw clenched.

“Steve—”

He cut you off, pivoting, crashing his lips on yours. It was an apology. Five years he stood by and let his mother berate you. Five years he pretended not to hear your sniffled cries in the car ride back. Five years he had been a coward, afraid of losing his family if he ever said anything. But in the midst he had almost lost something more important than anything he had cherished— you. He almost lost his home.

Steve pulled away, already missing you. He ran his thumb over your mouth, his fingers splayed over your cheek. “You know I love you, right?” And it hurt him that the word took you aback. Had he not said it enough to you? Did you still not love him anymore? “I don’t love you because it’s a habit. I love you because I want to love you. My body aches when you’re not there. And I’m sorry if I led you to believe that all this time, I didn’t.”

You grabbed his hand from your face, placing a soft kiss on his knuckles. It was still bruised from the man he had hit in the bar. “I know, Steve.” You laid another tender kiss on his lips. “Let’s go home.”

The air in the apartment was different. It no longer felt small or dingy. The pipes moaning sounded more like singing. Their neighbors arguing sounded more like laughing, and Steve wondered if the reason behind the changes were because he was actually listening to the world like how he was supposed to.

Steve told you he was going to take a shower, a part of him wanted you to join. You didn’t. In fact, you had stayed in the same spot, in your chair in the living room. He had come out, now in his pajamas, and hair damp. He had instinctively put back on his glasses, ready to tease you. He had hid them in his nightstand for weeks, banishing them to hell. But finally he noticed that adorable glimmer in your eyes that made him think, glasses weren’t all that bad.

His face fell when he noticed that you were crying. It wasn’t a sob, nor were you loud, but he could recognize those sniffles from a mile away to know you were trying not to cause a scene. He crouched down in front of you. He didn’t ask what was wrong. He didn’t say anything. He grabbed your hand, letting you cry a little harder. You looked at him sadly. “I wish you saw yourself the way that I do.”

His brows furrowed. He was lost.

“You’ve been fighting for me every day for five years and I neglected to see it.”

“It’s okay.”

“No. No it’s not.” You shook your head. “Steve, you punched a guy because of me.”

“Yeah, but you assaulted a police officer because of me.” He offered you a half-hearted, assuring smile.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes, pushing his shoulder. “It was only a tiny push, he barely moved!”

You both broke into a fit of laughter. You held your sides, and Steve marveled the angelic sound of sweet vibrato coming from you. It took about a minute for you to ground yourself, giving him another serious look. “Steve?”

He replied with your name the same way.

Another breathy laugh fell from your lips. “On Friday, you said you missed me.” You bit your lip, clearly nervous. “What did you mean by that?”

The corners of his lips lifted. “For starters, I missed this.” He motioned between you two. “I missed when you wanted to tell me everything. Bad or good. I missed when you woke me up in the morning by just kissing my shoulder.” He grabbed your arm. His voice dropped, low, whispering. “I miss you here.” He kissed your wrist. “And here.” He kissed your knuckles. He raised up. His fingers pushed up the sleeve of your shirt. He kissed your forearm and shoulder. His lips brushed your ear. “I missed you so much I couldn’t breathe.”

He felt you shiver, your chest raising up and down slowly. Your noses hit against one another as you turned your head to look at him. His eyes were a pool of intensity, silently begging you. “Will you show me?”

He kissed your nose. “Show you what?”

“Show me how much you missed me?” You weren’t very loud. But the words echoed off the walls and he believed his heartbeat was so loud the neighbors could hear.

He tilted his head, lips ghosting yours. “Why should I?” He was teasing you, pulling away when you tried to hook your fingers in the band of his sweatpants.

He was kissing you before you had let the words out. “Because I need you.”

It was open-mouthed and hungry. It was like another one of your arguments, fiery and fighting for the last word. It was the push and pull of lips, clutching onto the soft cotton of your shirts. Steve only broke away to safely set his glasses on the coffee table, returning to you quickly, unable to handle one millisecond away from you.

He stood, hilting you up, legs wrapped around his waist. His hands on your ass, holding it tight, holding you tight. He carried you to the bedroom, careful, not wanting to hurt you, like he was carrying a priceless jewel. The briefcase on the bed now exiled to the floor.

He laid you against the gentle river of bedsheets, you were illuminated by his pool of desperation. Each article of clothing was torn off slowly, like it was a big red bow on top, nimble and careful. Steve lifted your legs, placing them on his shoulder. He slipped your underwear down your legs, discarding them to the side.

He adored you. No– he worshiped you. He used his mouth to say a prayer against the skin of your legs, his tongue praising a god as he savored you. His tongue lapped, devouring the sweet, thick, honeyed sounds pouring from you. Her fingers tangled his hair, and like a skilled harp player, knowing exactly what made him whimper.

You broke, thighs tightening around his face. Heavy pants as he set your legs on the bed, crawling on top of you. His elbows on either side of your head. Your teeth clinked against one another in a fierce kiss because you had laughed. Your hand palmed him through his boxers, kissing the map of freckles on his jaw, and he really wasn’t sure what your final destination was supposed to be.

And as he sank southwards, you drowned together in the mattress with every wave. Intertwining the rhythm of your moans and his choked back groans. He wasn’t sure what was louder, your heartbeats or the sound of skin connecting in sticky slaps that was just pure filth. “Steve…” You begged him, head thrown back, allowing him access to attack your neck. “Steve,” you mewled.

He felt like he was about to unfold, and he knew you were too. “Tell me…” He gasped as you met him in a nerve-ending thrust. “Tell me you love me?” His words were soft, but heavy. “Please.”

You opened your eyes, trying not to come undone just yet. Your fingernails gripped his back, crescents forming. “I love you.” A vehement whine followed. “Of course I love you.”

You both unraveled together, your name fell from his lips, like amaryllis, blossoming, filling the room. There were no words that needed to be uttered when he climbed off you, but also that was due to the fact he was still lazily placing pecks on your body. It was bare legs tangled together, bodies flushed against one another, Steve rubbing circles on your back.

He wasn’t sure when he had fallen asleep. It only felt like he had blinked when he was awakened by a kiss on his shoulder.

The rest of the weekend went by in a blur. Sunday had been spent at home. Most of the time you were cuddled together on the couch, watching trashy television. It was just talking, consisting of unimportant things. It was silly touches, toothy smiles, and eyes glimmering. It was love.

And that’s why on Monday, Steve didn’t want to part from you. You woke up together, ate breakfast together, and left the house together. Steve put on his blinker as a wave goodbye when you had turned on the street to go to the school.

He greeted everyone at the shop, ignoring the suspicious looks as he bounced to his office. Eddie was smoking a cigarette, leaned back, feet up on Steve’s desk. He eyed his friend up and down as Steve pranced in, humming a wordless tune. “Eddie, isn’t today just beautiful?”

Eddie quirked a brow, bemused. “Sure, yeah.”

And in a blink of an eye, Steve was pouting, shoulders drooping to the floor. His hand on his chest, sighing deeply. He looked like a puppy who had been shot. “What time is it?”

“Eight fifteen.” Eddie put the rest of his cigarette out, the sound of his boots plopping to the floor as he jumped up. “You okay, man?”

Steve smiled. “Never better, why?”

Eddie was experiencing whiplash from the quick sharp turns of emotions. “I dunno, you come in practically skipping and then the next you look…” He waved his hand in the air. “Gloomy.”

Steve exhaled another deep puff of air, dramatically looking at the window. “It’s hard to appreciate the beautiful day when I miss her.”

Eddie looked around the room, tilting his head to the side, his hair falling in the motion. “Holy shit.” His grin was big and all teeth. “Guessing you had a fun weekend?”

Steve smiled, patting his friend on the shoulder. “A gentleman never kisses and tells.”

“I should have charged you for couples therapy.” Eddie put on his vest.

Steve found himself at his desk, ready to get to work, although his mind was too preoccupied thinking about you. “Yeah man, think you really missed your true calling.”

“New business idea. H&M Counseling.” Eddie joked.

Steve scoffed. “Yeah, I think my dad would be ecstatic to hear his son started a business where feelings are involved.”

“Speaking of your dad. Did you forget to give him the finance books from last month?”

Steve was already nose deep in a catalog for car parts. “No, I gave it to him on the first like always.”

Eddie hummed in acknowledgment. “Then why is he here?”

“I don’t know.” What Eddie had said didn’t register until a minute had gone by. Steve’s eyes widened, his head shot up when the door to the office opened. Conrad Harrington stood clean and proper, like a sore thumb, in the doorway. Steve’s mouth fell.

Conrad looked at Eddie, giving him a smile that he didn’t actually mean. “Munson.”

“Mr. Harrington! Pleasure to see you.” He held out his hand. Steve’s dad looked at Eddie’s hand, then back up to his eyes. Eddie quickly retracted the offer, awkwardly rubbing his neck with it. “Right, uh, I gotta go… cars.” Eddie hurried out of the office, sending Steve a look that said ‘good luck’.

When the door shut with a click, Steve quickly stood up. “Oh… uh… do you want to sit down?” He motioned for the chair in front of his desk that Eddie had had claimed as his long ago. It was worn and Steve was sure a screw was loose on one of the wheels.

He cleared his throat, hands in his pockets. “This won’t take long.”

Steve was worried. “Was something wrong with the books?”

His father licked his lips. “No, the books were fine.”

Steve was puzzled. “Were numbers low?”

“I’m not here to talk about business. I came here as a father to talk to his son.”

Steve felt the sweat at the back of his neck, the collar of his shirt felt a little tight. His father had come here to yell at him for what he had said Saturday night. He stood a bit straighter, preparing himself for what was to come.

“What you said the other night–”

“I’m not apologizing–”

Conrad held his hand up, stopping Steve from continuing. “I’m not here about that. I mean, I am. But not what you think.”

Steve’s defensive attitude dropped, but still keeping a sliver of his guard up, still wary of what this conversation was meant to come.

“What you said the other night made me realize something about myself.” His dad blew out a breath of air. “I failed you.” Steve felt like he hadn’t heard him correct, pinching himself to ensure he was still real. He chuckled to himself. “And I guess as you know, it’s hard for a Harrington to admit that.” It was true, you were a disgrace to the Harrington bloodline if you were a failure. “I spent my time as a father trying to prevent you from being a failure, out of my own pride, and in the midst I was the one who failed.”

Steve had never had a real talk with his father like the one he was having at that moment. Vulnerable and transparent. Conrad looked around the room. “If you were a disappointment, I wouldn’t have trusted you to start this place.”

“I...” It was all Steve could make out.

“I’m still not finished.” The face he made was unfamiliar to Steve. But he swore it looked, kind? “I wasn’t sure if you were thinking straight in your relationship. But what you said made me think… nevermind. I came here to give you this.” Conrad took his hand out of his pocket, placing a black velvet box on Steve’s desk.

Steve felt the air leave his body. “Is that?”

“For your mother’s sake– don’t elope.” His father smiled. And not one of his usual condescending smiles but a genuine smile. Before there could be any tears shed or hugs, he walked away, stopping at the window. “It’s a beautiful day, isn’t it son?”

And Steve breathed in the moment. “Yeah, dad, it is.”

***

You didn’t want to get out of bed. You clung to Steve as he tried to get up, burrowing your entire body against his. “I have to go to work, sweetheart.” He sounded sweet like honey. “And you do too.”

“I don’t want to go.” You raised your head, letting him see that you were serious. You had gone to work all last week and it was almost unbearable.

Steve laughed as you crawled on top of him so he wouldn’t get out of bed. His hands laid on your hips, fingers toys with the hem of your shorts. “Why do you not want to go to work?”

You tucked your head. “I’ll miss you too much.”

His face went soft like a puddle of water, wrapping his arms around your body, pulling you down to his bare chest in a hug. His hand rubbed your back. “It’s only eight hours. When you think about it, it goes by fast.”

“Eight hours turns into an eternity when you miss somebody.” He couldn’t see you pout, but the chuckle he let out told you he felt it. He lifted your head with his finger, smiling, giving you a gentle kiss.

“I really have to go to work today.” He didn’t budge.

You sat up, dramatically clutching your stomach, then hands on your cheeks. “Is it hot in here? I think I’m coming down with something.” You grabbed his hand, placing it on your forehead.

His face was serious. “You do feel warm.”

“See, I shouldn’t go into work today. And you shouldn’t either. It could be contagious.”

“You’re right. I know exactly what the matter is.” Steve pulled himself up, you were now sitting in his lap. An unrecognizable gleam flashed across his chestnut eyes.

“You do?” You asked him.

He hummed, shaking his head, sucking in his teeth. It was like he was a doctor breaking news to a terminally ill patient. “I’m afraid I’ve been sick with it for five years. It was only a matter of time before you caught it.” He then broke out into a toothy grin. “You’re lovesick.”

You had decided to spend the day home, convincing Steve to call the school for you, claiming you had food poisoning. But you were disappointed when Steve got dressed for work right after. You followed him around, like a lost puppy, as he collected his belongings.“You have your lunch?” You asked him.

“Right here.” He lifted the bag that you had packed him.

“Should you take another jacket? I think it’s going to get colder later in the day.” He was amused as you handed him another jacket, taking it with no argument. There was a moment that you just stopped and looked at one another. “Are you sure you have to go to work?”

He kissed your cheek, resting his forehead on yours. “How about this? You can call the shop whenever you miss me most.” Once you agreed to the compromise, he was gone before you came up with any ideas. It wasn’t like you were planning on stealing his keys and locking them inside the car.

You sat in your chair, leg bouncing, pretending to grade papers, but your mind was too focused on the clock, which had been stuck on 8:30 for far too long. You started to wonder when the last time Steve had changed its batteries. He always forgot to put them in the right way, making you do it. It made you giggle at the thought. He was sometimes the face of the idiotic jock stereotype. No one’s perfect. You take that back, Steve is perfect. And God you missed him.

It was only 8:32 AM when you called the shop.

“H&M Auto Repair, Eddie speaking.” Eddie yawned, clearly still not fully awake, sounding annoyed that they already had a customer calling.

“Hi, Eddie.” You said happily, hoping he would recognize that it was you.

It seemed to wake him up once he heard your voice. He greeted you enthusiastically. “You’re not calling to send me on a wild goose chase again, are you?”

You laughed. “No, I’m not.” You felt like a schoolgirl, passing notes in class. “I wanted to talk to my boyfriend.”

“You know how to break a fella’s heart.” You could hear Eddie move, probably dramatically holding a pretend arrow to his heart. “To think you were calling for me. Thought we had something real special going on.”

You made sure to roll your eyes loud enough for him to hear. “So sorry, Eds. It’s not you, it's me.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Here’s your lover boy.”

The phone rustled as he handed the phone to Steve. You smiled, heart beating fast when you recognized the sound of his breathing. “You didn’t even make it an hour, babe.” You imagined him leaning back in his chair, smirking.

“You said to call you when I miss you most.” You defended yourself. “And so here I am.”

Steve chuckled, it was granulated but still sounded like the most beautiful melody you had ever heard. He could hang up and tell you that you used your one phone call. But instead he asked, “What am I going to do with you?”

“You should be lucky.”

There was a beat.

“I’m the luckiest.” There was a long sigh. “I gotta go.” But you could tell he didn’t want to. Maybe he was thinking the same as you, that you wished you could crawl through the phone and be with him.

Your finger twirled around the curl of the cord. “See you when you get home?”

“If you can survive that long, sweetheart.” He teased you.

You said your goodbyes, waiting to hang up until he did. You weren’t really sure what to do next. And after long deliberation you took the time to put on the radio and clean. Not that the apartment was messy, but the stove was caked in crumbs, there were dishes in the sink, and you hadn’t really done laundry since your weekend in Porter.

It was 10:15 AM when you had finished your last load of laundry, carrying the basket into the bedroom. As you folded clothes, the room felt darker than normal, even with the light on. You glanced at the window, the curtains were drawn back, but the light still caught into the fabric, holding it hostage. You ran your fingers on the pattern you once thought was pretty.

You left the room, coming back with a ladder. If Steve knew you were on it by yourself, he’d get on you. But then again, he wasn’t here and it wasn’t that far of a climb. As soon as you were close enough to reach the rod, you yanked it off the hook. Sunlight poured into the room, illuminating the tiny dust specs that floated around.

Once you put everything away, you wiped your hands, placing them on your hips, satisfied with the work done. It was 10:47 AM, and a loud yawn came out of you. Maybe a small nap wouldn’t be terrible.

You crawled onto the couch, letting your body sink into the cushions. The smell of Steve still lingered from weeks ago when he would take turns sleeping on it. And it was like it was the easiest thing to do and close your eyes.

You jolted awake, your arm instinctively hitting whoever had just shaken you awake.

“Ow!” The familiar voice of your boyfriend chuckling. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”

You sat up, looking at the boy in front of you. He was crouched, smiling, holding his cheek where you assumed you had hit him. “Steve?” You wondered how long you had been asleep. When you turned to look at the clock, you rubbed your eyes. It was only 11:36 AM. “Why are you home?”

Steve grabbed your hand. “Because I told myself I would come home early when I missed you most. I almost turned right around as soon as I left for work. And then when you called me I had to talk myself out of it. I was doing well until I opened my lunch.”

You grinned. “You found the note.” When you made his lunch, you slipped a handwritten note inside:

Have a good day :)

Yours Truly

“I wanna take you somewhere.” He told you. “Right now.” Fortunately, you were already dressed. As you put on your shoes, Steve grabbed your car keys. You didn’t question as you got into the car he never willingly chose to drive. But you also noticed his BMW was not in its usual spot nor anywhere to be seen in the parking lot. Steve must have noticed your confusion. “Eddie drove me home. My car was acting weird on the way to work.”

You weren’t sure why, but you didn’t believe him. Every time he lied, he blinked rapidly. He had done it just then. You bit your tongue, not pointing it out. He seemed nervous. When you set your hand on his hand, he jumped, giving you an apologetic look.

He had brought you the house. The House. But rather than parking in the street, he pulled into the driveway. You couldn’t help but let the thought cross your mind that your car looked like it belonged there. “What are we doing here?”

Steve was already jumping out of the car, coming around to open your door. His hand placed on the small of your back as he led you to the front door. There was a statue of a frog on the ground he picked up, revealing a key. “Are we allowed to be doing this?” You asked in a hushed whisper, even though there was no one around.

“Of course we are. I asked for permission.” He unlocked the door, dramatically motioning for you to go inside.

You hesitated, worried that he was actually leading you to a swarm of police officers. Or maybe your own death. But then he gave you that look, telling you that you could trust him. Your fear being washed away, overrun by excitement. You practically ran inside, hit immediately with the smell of vanilla cookies. It was bigger on the inside than the outside. “It’s even more beautiful than I thought.”

Steve was beaming from behind you as the two of you walked throughout the house. “They recently refurbished it.” Steve said as you gushed over the red brick fireplace in the living area. You squealed when you caught the sight of the kitchen. There was so much counter space compared to the apartment. Steve leaned against the doorway, smiling as you opened all the cabinets, imagining where you could put all the dishes. “Hey,” he said gently. You looked up at him. He was flushed, brushing his fingers through his hair. “Come with me.”

You followed him down the hallway, walking into a large room. Looking around, you had concluded that you were standing in what is supposed to be the master bedroom. Steve grabbed your hand, pulling you through an opened door to the left.

You gasped. It was a bathroom. It was decently sized, a large counter, the walls covered in sage green wallpaper adorned with silver flowers. But your main focus was on the large bathtub against the wall, a glass shower on the other side of it. The bathtub was ivory, reflecting the sunlight that flooded through the window. There was a long rectangular spout on the back of the tub. It almost looked like a jacuzzi tub you’d find at a spa.

Your eyes twinkled when you looked over at Steve. “I’ve never seen something so beautiful.”

“Why don’t you sit in it?” Steve asked you.

You shook your head, grabbing your arm shyly. “No, that would be weird. We don’t live here.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Take your shoes off and it will be fine.”

Steve was very convincing. Plus, you believed he wouldn’t let you leave until you gave it a try. You kicked off your shoes, giggling as you ran over to it, sliding down slowly, imagining you were slipping into a pool of steaming hot water. “I’ve never felt anything more magical.” You sighed, stretching your legs out, your feet not even reaching the other side.

Steve walked over, getting on his knees, his eyes were endearing but his smirk was mischievous. He pushed his glasses up. “Just imagine. You come home after a long day. I could run you a nice hot bath, maybe even give you one of my massages.”

“That’s the hottest thing you’ve ever said to me.” You leaned closer to him, looking at his lips. “Will there be bubbles?”

Steve licked his lips. “So many bubbles.” You leaned back, tittering when he stuck out his bottom lip, pouting. “You know, what the best thing about this bathtub is?” Steve raised a brow. You continued, “It’s big enough for two.” You didn’t have to say another word, Steve shoes were off his feet. He climbed into the other side.

You sat in silence, soaking up the imaginary hot water and bubbles. The sun perfectly casted drops of sparkles on his face. You wondered if he could hear your heartbeat even when he was all the way on the other side of the tub. “Steve.” Your foot nudged his leg. His eyes had been closed the entire time, opening them, locking his doe irises with yours, the corners of his mouth twitching. “You’re my best friend. You know that?”

Steve's face grew softer. “Yeah?”

You looked away shyly. “Yeah.”

“Even though I slurp noodles or forget to take the trash out. And even when I’m sometimes an asshole?” It was supposed to be a joke. But you could tell a part of him wasn’t.

Your face pinched into a silly grin. “Yeah, because it cancels out when I’m a bitch.”

Steve’s shoulders relaxed. “You’re my best friend too.” His words were soft and tender. It made your stomach flutter, and toes tingle. A beat went by before he said your name. You never realized how much you loved hearing him say it until recently. He licked his lips again, but nervously. “I was gonna wait. I had a nice dinner planned this weekend and…” He stopped, laughing to himself. He dug through his front pocket. He opened a box, placing it on the ledge of the tub. “I’ve always thought I wanted you to need me but really, I need you. I don’t think I’d have a life if it weren’t for you.” You could see the tear threatening his lashes. “If I ever forget to tell you that I love you or I’m not with you; I want you to be able to look at your finger and be reminded of that I love you today, tomorrow, and forever.”

Now you were the one crying, lip trembling as you smiled. “But what about wanting to wait to buy a house?”

Steve looked down, wearing a look of guilt. “I kept my promise.”

“What?”

He looked up, sheepishly. “We’re currently in our house. Or I guess it will be. We just need to sign the papers and it’s ours. Our house.”

You wiped your face, still confused, stuttering. “B-but… h-how?”

Steve shrugged. “Savings.”

“I mean, yeah. But I know it wouldn’t cover everything.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. “I sold her.”

Her? Who was her? Your brows knitted together, trying to piece everything together. Your mouth fell open, eyes wide. “You sold your car?” His expression told you everything. “Steve,” you cried. “You love that car.”

“But I love you more.” He proclaimed. It rolled off his tongue easily, like breathing. “Yes, I love my car, but eventually the motor will stop running. But this,” he motioned between you two. “This will last a lifetime.”

You looked around the bathroom. And according to Steve it was now your bathroom. Ours. And then it was as if the answer to his question was easy. As easy as it was to blink and think. You grabbed the box, like it was treasure. Treasure which only belonged to you. And Steve. It was yours and his. It was your love. “Yes.” You had never been sure on some things in your relationship with Steve. But you had never been more sure in your life giving him that answer as you let him slip the ring on your finger. It twinkled like his eyes.

Your lips fell on his, deep and slow, savoring the moment. You wanted to bottle it like perfume and wear it everywhere you went. You weren’t sure what it’d be like in the next five years. Or who you’ll be.

But it didn’t matter, as long as you were still his.

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Actions Speak Louder than Words - Loki × Wanda Maximoff

It all started with words.

Everywhere Wanda went Prince Loki would be there to greet her with a series of compliments most of them all quotes from Shakespeare. Soon those words appeared on paper as Wanda started receiving poems almost every night by the door of her room.

The Scarlet Witch did find it quite endearing and also quite amusing how the Prince will simply not give up. It also made her puzzled as well. There are many ladies out who would love to take his hand he had so many options yet his focus was on her. A Prince in love with a Witch? It sounded absurd. If there is one thing Wanda knew about Prince Loki is the fact he is a rebel at heart. As the youngest of the Odinson family Loki had less responsibilities and more time to do the things he loved. He had freedom and therefore liked to make decisions that would be seen as controversial but to him it was a progress, a way to modernize society.

Wanda admired him for that.

One evening Wanda decided to go for a walk it was a nice evening the sky is clear and there is a breeze in the air. She tilted her head back and felt the wind blow on her face causing her hair to fly out. This here felt like freedom to her. Little things like this made life more worthy of living and gave her the motivation and hope that someday their world will be saved.

Captain Carter will save them all.

"Great minds think alike." A voice suddenly said.

Wanda spins round her hands immediately glow red with power ready to attack.

"Miss Maximoff!" The voice shrieked.

It took a few seconds for Wanda to realize who it was. When she did her eyes widen and she quickly lowers her hand.

"Prince Loki." She does a curtsy her cheeks flushed with shame and embarrassment. "I apologize I thought you were..."

"An intruder? He gives her an amused look. "My brother?"

She huffed a laugh at that.

"Your brother?"

"You must have thoughts? To strike? He can at times be a nuisance. Impatient as well."

He gives her a knowing look Wanda knew what he meant. She did respect His Highness and will always remain loyal to him but sometimes he can be increasingly difficult. Since the Captain's arrival Thor has demanded for an update Wanda tried to reassure him but he wouldn't hear for it.

"Our world is falling apart!" Thor snapped at her. "We don't have time! You fail me Witch?"

She shook her head.

"Never."

His face darkens.

"You better succeed because your life depends on it."

"Yes your Highness."

"Such thoughts should not be expressed out loud my Prince." Wanda nodded.

"So you have thought about it?"

"Didn't say that my Prince. You know throwing accusations around is not wise you wish to see me in the dungeons?"

He raised an eyebrow at that.

"In chains? Completely at our mercy?"

There is a underlying meaning to that. His lips tug upwards into a smirk. His eyes shone with mischief.

Another blush forms on her cheeks.

"What brings you out here?" Wanda quickly changed the subject looking everywhere but him.

"Admiring the view." He looks up at the sky. "Such a fine night."

She agreed with him on that.

"I also come out here to think." He continued to nod. "The quiet it helps."

"How is that going for you? Your work?"

"Making progress." He then sighs. "I do wish they would show respect towards my work."

"Who?"

"My siblings." He again sighs. "My sister and brother I am not like them I will never be a warrior my interests differ from theirs. I love art, music, poetry, theater. They mock me for it my brother says I need to be a man not a weakling." He shakes his head. "It shouldn't bother me but it does. I support them but they do not return the favor."

He lowers his head at that. Wanda looks at him with sympathy. She has witnessed the other Royals' behavior there is always a boo or jeer from Prince Thor while Queen Hela dramatically yawns and rolls her eyes. Wanda always found them childish their younger brother is helping society in another way he is entertaining them through these dark times the Royals should encourage it not dismiss it.

The Scarlet Witch places her hand on his shoulder.

"I like your work."

He looks up at her with surprise.

"Your poems they are beautiful." Wanda continued with a smile. "I keep them stored somewhere safe and whenever I feel down I read your poems they always lift my spirits." She then shrugs. "My opinion may not mean much but..."

"Miss Maximoff." He gives her a serious look. "It means a lot coming from you."

Wanda takes a deep shaky breath.

His eyes shift on to where her hand remains on his shoulder. Realizing her mistake Wanda pulls her hand away. Loki reaches out and grabs her hand.

Wanda froze. Her eyes lock to his.

They stared at each other in silence.

Loki then slowly intertwined his fingers with hers.

Wanda takes another deep breath.

Loki closes the gap between them.

"My Prince." Wanda said her voice trembling the fear of getting caught starts to consume her. "We can't."

"Shh." He tucks a stray of hair behind her ear. "I do not care what they think. I only care about you Miss Maximoff. Lady witch." He smiles. "From the moment I set my eyes on you I knew you were the one for me. You are the Juliet to my Romeo. My glorious purpose."

Wanda already knew the Prince was interested in her but hearing his confession still made her heart soar.

"Such kind words my Prince." She smiled sheepishly.

"Well you have always been my inspiration." He grinned. "I think of you and the words come out my pages flow with the beauty of language. It is a sight I wish to share with you."

His other hand rests on her back. He leans forward and whispers in her ear.

"On a physical level that is." He added with a smirk.

Wanda tilts her head and smirks back at him.

"An invitation my Prince? For me?"

"If you want to." He assured her. "There's no pressure."

"I accept." She replied without hesitation her fears immediately washed away replaced with a feeling of excitement. "My Prince."

She goes to curtsy again but he stops her.

"Save that for my quarters my dear."

That was the moment words turned into actions.

..............

The couple didn't waste time removing each other's layers. Wanda however decided to get more creative. She used her magic and the clothes ripped off the Prince's body. Loki looked up in wonder as the clothes hovered in the air before they dropped on the ground. He then looked at the Scarlet Witch and frowned.

"My Prince." Wanda said suddenly fearing she has done the wrong thing. "I apologize my excitement got the better of me there I promise there will be no more magic."

"Wanda." Loki said using her name for the first time.

Hearing him say her name caused a shiver to go down her spine.

He goes up and cups her face in his hands. He grins.

"Never hold back for anyone especially me in fact I want you to be free tonight! We shall explore these uncharted waters together as equals."

Equals?

"My Prince?"

"No need to be formal." He shakes his head. "Please drop the title my darling. Say my name."

"Loki." She said uncertain. He raises an eyebrow. "Loki." She repeated this time sounding more confident.

"Hmm." He hummed at that. "I am going to enjoy hearing my name from your mouth." He rubs his thumb over her lip. He sighs heavily. "Yes I will."

"I hope I do not let you down...My...Loki."

He again shakes his head.

"You will never let me down Wanda." He said the last part in a husky voice.

Wanda immediately found herself drawn to his lips. She leans forward and locks her lips with his. He responds and kisses her back. The kiss then deepened and became more passionate.

Wanda bites his lip causing him to moan. He then pushed his tongue in and rolled it along with hers.

Seconds later the couple pull apart needing to catch their breath.

"You still want me to curtsy your Highness?" Wanda asked with a smirk.

"You remembered." He goes in again and gently caressed her face. "Answer to your question yes. The sooner you please me the sooner I can repay you." He kissed her and runs his hand over her breasts. Wanda pressed herself against him but he shakes his head. "It seems fair hmm."

She sighs and smiles at him.

"Very well." Her hand moves to his balls. "I shall do just that." She then squeezes his ball causing him to gasp and groan. She has him backed against the wall her hand still fondling his balls. "Hmm."

She tilts her head. Her eyes spark red.

Loki could stare into her eyes all day.

"Like rubies." He muttered.

The eye contact breaks when Wanda goes down on her knees. She wraps her hand his length and slowly draws him into her mouth. The Scarlet Witch almost choked when his length hits the back of her throat. Once she regained her compose she started to suck him.

Loki throws his head back against the wall and squeezes his eyes shut as Wanda sucked his dick off. Her head bobs up and down and her tongue slides along him. He ordered her to pick up the pace.

Wanda obeyed.

She continued to suck him. Fast, hard and rough. She kept going until the Prince reached his climax. Loki let out a cry as he spilled himself inside her. Another gasp escapes him as he pulls himself out. Wanda looks up at him. She swallows the cum and grins.

"Does that mean I have royalty in me now?"

He laughs. He then takes a deep breath and helps Wanda up to her feet.

He kisses her cheek and brushes himself against her hair.

So soft. He thought.

It sent a wave of calm through him. Loki felt reassured, solid in her presence. His faith in her continued to grow every second he spent with her.

"I did say I would repay you my love." He again kissed her. "I never go back on my word."

"Never?" She smiled.

"Well..." He gives her a teasing look. "Sometimes. Depends on the person."

"Like your brother?"

He again laughs.

"You know me well."

"I know all the games. The mischief."

"Mischief is who I am my dear." Wanda suddenly gasps as she feels a finger go inside her. Loki smirks at her reaction. "I am very very good at it."

He abruptly pulls out of her before going in again. Wanda wraps her arms around his neck and holds him tight as he started to thrust her with his fingers.

Wanda hitched her leg up on to his waist and buried her face in his neck as he stuck another finger inside her.

"Oh!" She grits her teeth. "Oh!"

Her moans encouraged him to go faster. Soon the couple found themselves on the bed. Loki resumed the thrusting pumping her harshly and enjoying the sweet sounds that came spilling from her lips.

After a few more thrusts Loki pulls his fingers out.

"Loki!" Wanda said frustration in her voice.

He responds with a grin.

"You called?" He asked in a teasing tone.

Wanda flashes him a glare. Her eyes burn bright red. Loki chuckled not fazed by her power.

"Now now." He strokes her thigh in a tender manner. "Where's that lovely smile?"

Her face scrunched up at that.

Loki found her reaction adorable.

He smiles softly at her as he eyes her up and down.

"Beautiful and blooming like a rose." He said.

That brought a smile out of her and her cheeks turned pink.

"There it is." Loki kisses her cheek followed by a series of kisses along her collarbone.

Wanda angled her neck to allow him better access.

Loki kissed her with such tenderness. He takes his time and admires this woman he believes is a work of art. The words formed on the tip of his tongue he had so much praise for her but they are past that phase now and as they say actions speak louder than words.

He sucks on her nipples, bites down on her flesh, licks her burning hot skin. Each stroke from his tongue sent a shiver through the Scarlet Witch.

His tongue draws all the way down between her thighs. He licks her folds and sucks on it causing her to gasp.

Loki grips on to her thighs and pulls them further apart he then positions himself until his cock is in front of her entrance.

"You ready my dear?" He asked as he twirled strands of her hair in his fingers.

Wanda's hand goes on his. As she looks at him her eyes are dark with lust.

"Do not ask such ridiculous questions." She growled.

Seeing this side of the Scarlet Witch made Loki feral. He purred with delight as he took in her beauty yet again. His eyes remained on hers as he slowly goes inside her.

Then he started to rock her.

Arms snaked around each other, their lips locked Loki and Wanda poured all their emotions into this intimate act. Their breathing became shallow and their bodies shook as Loki pounded into her.

A groan comes from the Prince when he felt Wanda's nails dig into his skin. Wanda clawed at his back. She pushed herself up against him and swore out loud when he gave her a hard thrust.

"Blasphemy!" He pretended to scowl at her. "You have a filthy mouth Witch!"

"What are you going to do about it?" Wanda smirked at him. "Punish me?"

He grabs a handful of her hair and tugs it forward. Wanda laughs at his stern expression.

"Quite the little Devil you are." He mused.

He lifts her up enough to give her a slap on the ass. Wanda again laughed wanting to push him further. Loki grips her ass tight, his cock is buried deep inside her now.

He gives her a mighty thrust and covers her mouth to stop her from crying out. He kept going and chuckled at the muffled sounds from behind her hand.

Soon the Scarlet Witch fought back. Her hands glow and she pushes the Prince back. She didn't push too hard just enough to put him in his place, remind him of his promise to please her.

Loki's hands end up behind his back. He tried to move them but he couldn't. He gives her an amused look.

"You?"

"Your hands are tied my Prince." She grinned.

"Powerful and wicked." He huffed an laugh. "I knew you were the right one. Such a character."

She waved her hands again.

Loki felt something push him from behind. He flies forward his lips ending up on hers. She kissed him then said.

"A rebel that's what you are. One of the things I always admired about you."

He grinned at the compliment.

"Thank you."

With one more kiss Loki continued to thrust her until they both reached their climax.

"Wanda!" He growled as he took her hand. "I want to do this with you...this...together...us...this act of love."

"I want...I want do that as well." She replied between pants.

She increased her grip on his hand.

"I want to see your reaction." Loki added his eyes going wide. He is close. He needed to let it out.

Wanda sensed this and quickly nodded.

"Keep your eyes on me." She said.

He managed to muster up a smile.

"I wouldn't look anywhere else."

A shudder coursed through them. Seconds later the couple cry out as they let it all out. Once it was released Loki pulls himself out and takes a deep breath. Wanda's legs collapse on to the bed. She trembled as she slowly came down from her high. Loki lies down next to her and pulls the covers over them. He then takes the Scarlet Witch in his arms and holds her.

He kisses her head and runs his fingers through her hair. He loved her hair. Wanda lies on his chest and closes her eyes savoring this moment wanting it to last forever. They sat like this for a while in silence. Minutes later Loki breaks the silence.

"I know no ways to mince it in love, but directly to say, I love you."

Wanda lifts her head up. Loki looks down at her with such warmth it made her heart flutter.

"King Henry V." She said recognizing the famous Shakespeare quote. She also then realized that behind that quote is a confession. A love confession. Prince Loki has officially come out and said he is in love with her.

"I love you."

Hearing that confession said out loud caused a stir of emotions to rise inside the Scarlet Witch.

Wanda frowns. Loki suddenly became worried.

"I hope I haven't scared you away it's just I have felt this way about you for a long time and tonight it felt right to tell you how I feel about you." He lifts her hand and rubs his thumb along it. "Miss Wanda Maximoff will you accept my hand?"

Wanda looks down at their hands. She then looks back up at him.

A big beaming smile spreads across her face.

"I accept."

His face lit up at that.

"Wonderful!"

He takes her other hand and kisses it.

"Wanda my love you have made this man very happy."

"You have made me happy." She nodded. Her smile turning into a full blown grin. "But my Prince I have to ask why me? There are others who would wish to take your hand? I am a simply only a Witch..."

Loki raises his hand making her pause.

"Do not ask such ridiculous questions." He repeated her words back at her.

Wanda laughed.

"If you say so."

Loki kisses her neck.

"I do love nothing in the world so well as you." He breathed a sigh. "Goddess, nymph, perfect, divine!"

Wanda huffed a amused smile.

This man really does love Shakespeare the quotes are never-ending but Wanda didn't mind she could listen to this man talk all day

"You have witchcraft in your lips."

Wanda arched an eyebrow at that quote.

"I do?" She asked with a smirk.

He brings her forward his eyes lingering on her lips.

"I want more of it." He added.

Wanda nods.

"And you shall." She replied.

Soon the couple made love again. Their hearts are full and their belief is stronger than ever.

Captain Carter will save them all.

And they will live on for another day.

The End

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