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xetswan · 9 months

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Seth Clearwater Imagine!-

Flustered Flirt

Warnings: None really

Requested!

“Seth’s here, Mom!” I called out as I excitedly put my shoes on. She comes out from the living room with a smirk on her face. “Alright, have fun. I better not get another call from anyone on the rez or Chief Swan like last time.” She tells me, reminding me of what happened a few weeks ago when he and I were being loud and got kicked out of a store. My face warms up. “Yes, I know.” I swung my bag onto my shoulder, exiting the house. “Love you!” My mom shouts just as I shut the door.

I speed walk over to Seth who was on an old dirt bike he and Jacob worked on together. He hands me his helmet. I grin, taking it. “Where’s yours?” I poke him, swinging my leg over the side. “You’re more important.” He simply tells me, and my heart quickens. Ever since my mom became good friends with Billy Black and Charlie Swan I have been going to the reservation. It was quite often, it was inevitable for Seth and I to meet.

And first glance, it was something weird. The whole world shifted to something brighter, and in Forks, that’s saying a lot.

I learned later on that he had imprinted on me. He’s a werewolf. It was strange to take in and have to act like it was normal but Billy had explained the stories to me.

I knew what they believed in, even if they called it myths, after the imprint thing and then actually being shown everything there was no way I couldn’t believe in it. That would make me plain stupid.

“[Name]?” I snap out of my thoughts. “Hm?”

“Hold on.” He snickers, “Oh, right.” I say, wrapping my arms around his upper waist, he starts the bike and it jolts forward before going smoothly. Today we are going shopping for Bella and Edward’s wedding, it’s this weekend and I realized I had nothing to wear so we decided to go today. He already had his outfit so it was really for me.

Seth is pretty excited about it too, he didn’t expect to be invited so since he was he’s been non-stop talking about it. It’s cute.

Once we got to the little strip mall, he patiently waits for me to get off before following after me. I take my helmet off, placing it down. He starts laughing and I look up at him confused. “Your hair,” He points, I look at the window of the store in front of us and I realized it was super messy. “I’ll help you.” He smiles sweetly, flattening down my hair, I stare up at him, and watch his face turn a little red. “And you look as beautiful as ever.” He backs away like I’m an art piece. I roll my eyes, shoving him playfully. “Was I not beautiful with messy hair?” I cross my arms and his face drops.

“No, I mean yes- I mean- you’re always beautiful. I was just saying that-” I cut him off with laughter. “I’m messing with you.” I take his hand in mine, and we both walk into a dress store.

“Oh, right.” He sighs outloud, I smile to myself.

Once we go in there’s a few looks here and there. Watching the both of us as we go through all of the dresses I thought were pretty. “How about this one.” I hold up a light pink dress that stops right before the knees. He stands back, thinking about it. “It’s pretty but I think you’re pretty without the dress.” He tries to flirt, and my eyes widen at his words. I look around to see if anyone heard but no one was near us. “Seth!” I whisper, hitting his arm. “What?” He seems surprised I hit him. “You just said I look better naked!” I again whisper to him, his eyes look like they’re about to pop out of his head. “No, I meant that you’re pretty out of the dress like you’re pretty- ugh, I’m an idiot.” He hides his face in his hands and I quietly chuckle, placing the dress back before holding his wrists, pushing them away from his face forcing him to look at me.

“You’re not an idiot you just need to work on your flirting.” I tease him, and he squeezes his eyes shut in embarrassment. “I’m sorry, I mean it’s not like you aren’t pretty naked, I wouldn’t know but gosh I just made this weirder.” He groans, throwing his head back as I laugh again, I pull him into a hug. “It’s okay, Seth. I know how you are.” I let him go and then moved on to the next dress.

It was a dark purple which goes into the color palate that they gave us for what to wear. It was another short dress too.

“I think I’ll go try this one on.” I kiss his cheek, going towards the dressing rooms.

After getting changed, I turn to face the mirror, looking at myself in the dress. I sway my hips to see how it goes out. Approving how it looks I step outside of the room, “Seth!” I call out for him, he was looking at another dress but once I got his attention he jumps and then comes over. “Need help?”

“No, I think this is the one.” I grin, fully coming out to show him, twirling around. He stares quietly at me. “Seth? What do you think?” I take the sides into my hands as I become self-conscious of his silence.

“You look beautiful.” He tells me, my face grows warm and I look away from him.

“Hey, I’m serious.” He says, “As beautiful as when my hair was messy.” I joke, he scoffs. “I don’t know if you can beat that look.”

I gasp, and he laughs. “I’m kidding, you look gorgeous, [Name].” He takes my hands in his.

“You’re cute.” I step up on my tiptoes to peck him on the lips. I then step back. “Unzip me?” I turn around. “Uh, are you- are you sure you want me to?” He nervously asks.

I look back at him. “If you’re not comfortable I can ask a worker,” I assure him and he shakes his head. “I can do it.” He puts a hand on my hip then the other one unzips my dress. Once he’s done I turn around and smile. “Thank you.”

I go back into the dressing room and shut the door. Getting dressed back into my regular clothes. Luckily the dress wasn’t super expensive.

Bonus!

The three werewolves phase back to their human forms, Leah and Embry laughing uncontrollably as Seth hides his face like before from embarrassment. “You unzipped her dress, it’s not like you saw anything.” Embry cackles, Leah holding herself as she tries to calm her laughter.

“Okay, I get it!” He cries out angrily at the two for teasing him. “Hey, it’s okay. She’s your first girlfriend.” Leah tries to hold in her laugh, but Seth can immediately tell.

“I hate being a werewolf.” He steps away from the two, storming off.

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thelovelyruin · 6 months

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𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖉𝖔𝖓𝖓𝖆.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘 : choso x fem reader

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖚𝖓 : you’re choso’s girl, and he makes sure to give you anything you want.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓 : smut, love, porn with plot, vaginal sex, praise, teasing, fingering.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖙 : 3.6K

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗 : inspired by lyrics from primandonna by marina and the diamonds.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖒𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖘 : hello lovelies, thank you so much for reading! i hope you enjoy it; if so, follow me for more. au revoir!

18+ MDNI ADULT CONTENT

Primadonna girl, all I ever wanted was the world…

“Chosooooo…”

“Yes, princess?”

“I want it real bad!”

“That one?”

“Yeah, that one!”

“No problem, baby.”

When you and Choso originally came to the mall, it was to get a dress you saw in one of the catalogs that gets mailed to your place. You’d been excited all week, having to wait til the weekend to get it ‘cause that’s when it released. You were one of the first ones there, trying it on and walking out on the runway in the store. Choso was enamored with you, especially when you did poses at the end, obviously playing around, but nonetheless, he had it bagged for you and paid for by the time you got dressed again. Even though you knew he would get it for you, you were still really grateful, kissing him as he took the bag from the counter.

You’d decided to wear a pink tracksuit combo that day, a cropped jacket and shirt, and lowrise pants to show off your belly button ring. You wore your hair up in a ponytail, a couple of strands let out, and a cute pair of earrings. Then there were your bangles, clinking against your wrist as you walked in your pink Amiri’s. You called it “athleisure but way cuter!” (not like you were actually going to the gym), but despite what you wore, Choso thought you looked damn good.

I can't help that I need it all!

You and Choso have been together for about three years; it was pretty much love at first sight, at least for him. When he’d first seen you, it was in a magazine feature their team had gotten, getting a couple of models to take pics on the cars; you’d worn this cute top and shorts that left little to the imagination. Yuuji had given the magazine to him at a meet since he hadn’t gone to the photoshoot himself. When he landed on the page with you on it, Yuuji said:

“Dude, she’s a babe. She’s done a couple of shoots, but this was the first for our team. Just had to pick her; I mean, just look at those-”

“Look at my what Yuuji?”

You were standing in front of them now, manicured finger bringing the page down to look them in the eyes. Yuuji choked on his spit as Choso got flustered seeing you in person for the first time. You’d look past them and at the car they were sitting on, a G80 M3 with a candy purple wrap.

“Ooooo! This is so cute! Who’s is it?”

Yuuji pointed at Choso, who awkwardly smiled and gave you a little wave. You walked over to him, arms crossed as you looked into his eyes. Shamelessly, he looked you up and down, eyes landing back on your face as you smirked.

“And who are you?”

“Choso, nice to meet you.”

“Of course it is! Nice car, too bad I couldn’t shoot on it.”

You were a spicy one, but fuck, you were sexy.

“You can if you want to.”

You’d walked up to him, face inches from his as you looked up at him. Yuuji took that as his cue to leave, patting Choso’s hand as he walked off.

“Depends, do you want me to?”

“What I want is to take you out.”

“Yeah?”

“Definitely. Let me pick you up on Friday.”

“Hmm, I’ll think about it!”

You say that I'm kinda difficult, but it's always someone else's fault!

You’d walked away from him, leaving him licking his lips as you left. He’d seen you around for the rest of the night, talking to a couple of the other girls, then taking turns with them to flag for the races. Before Choso left for the night, he’d looked for you, but you had already left. He sighed in defeat and walked back to his car, but before he got in, he caught something under his windshield wiper—a napkin with your lipstick print, and your phone number right above it.

Choso did take you out that Friday, picking you up and taking you out for dinner, a little bowling after. He’d fucked your brains out that night, and you two were pretty much inseparable since then. Before you came along, Choso won a few races a month, then bought a dealership; pretty well off but didn’t have a lot of things to spend it on. But you had plenty. After about three months, he’d moved you out of your place and into his apartment downtown, bringing your cat with you. He’d gotten you a C6 convertible, of course, gloss pink wrap with custom cheetah print seats, which you’d drive to and from Pilates and Starbucks, always coming home to kiss him as he spoke to the employees at the dealership. You’d cook him a nice dinner and snuggle up to him at night, a true love story.

Choso fucking loved you and, as a result, had a thing for praising you. Friends would say he kisses the ground you walk on, but he tells them no. He makes out with it. You were his and loved it, wearing a little silver chain with his name on it, him having a tattoo of your initials behind his ear. He’d send you on trips while he went out of state to race, often to fashion weeks, always coming back with quite the list. Like that time you’d come home from Milan, and you just had to have that sparkly Versace dress you saw.

Choso got you everything you wanted, no matter the cost or size. That is until now.

Got you wrapped around my finger, babe; you can count on me to misbehave!

“Baby, you already have that one.”

“Yeah, but not in pink! I got it last year in white before the new drop, so now I just have to have it!”

You looked up at him with puppy-dog eyes, which usually worked, but this time, he genuinely didn’t see a purpose in getting the same bag twice.

“It’s a no, princess. Sorry.”

Unfortunately for him, you were a fucking brat. Not that you couldn’t take no for an answer, but you weren’t gonna be happy about it. You’d walked off from him now, him tailing you to make sure you were okay. You’d walked into another store, real sweet to the attendant that walked up to help, but rolling your eyes at Choso as you looked through the racks.

“Princess…”

“Yes?”

“You’re acting like a brat.”

“Whatever do you mean? I’d like to try these on, please.”

Would you do anything for me?

With that, you walked away, the attendant opening the dressing room for you two as Choso sat the bags down. You’d put the dresses on the hangers as Choso took a seat on the bench in the room. Swiftly, you took off your jacket, hanging it on the door hook and taking off your pants, your shirt following. And what did you have on? One of those pretty lace sets he’d gotten you a month or so ago, a gift for your anniversary. You were wearing probably the only set he hasn’t fucked you in. You weren’t oblivious, taking extra time to get up from the floor while undressing. Choso felt pretty courageous, pulling you back into his lap as you gasped at the sudden motion. He spread your legs over his thighs, keeping your legs open as his hand walked itself down to your panties, which Choso rubbed through the fabric, making you squirm a bit. He brought his mouth to the side of your face, whispering in your ear as his other hand pinched your nipple through your bra.

“You’re pretty damn wet, princess. Want me to help you with that?”

“Mhm!”

“Gonna stop acting like a brat so I can eat your pussy?”

“Yes, baby, please!”

“My pleasure.”

Would you get down on your knees for me?

Choso set you up on the bench as he sat on the floor, pulling your panties off and gently sitting them down next to you. You met his gaze as he spread your legs, kissing the skin of your thighs as you bit your lip in anticipation. He chuckled a bit as he kissed the outside of your lips, excited to taste that familiar sweetness he’d indulge in every day if he could. Teasing you, he licked lightly into your slit, tongue barely grazing your pussy as you sat there whimpering. He’d brought his face back up, signaling you to quiet down as he tasted you. You shut your mouth, groaning into your hand as he began eating your pussy. He’d make it quick today, on a time crunch, before the attendant returned to check on you. He’d brought his face deeper into you, fucking his tongue into you as you gripped his hair. He’d heard you moaning his name into your hand, smiling into your pussy as you closed your eyes to center yourself from all the pleasure. With that, he decided to mess with you a bit. He took his tongue off you, replacing it with his fingers, you groaning from the lack and returning pleasure.

I know I've got a big ego; I really don't know why it's such a big deal, though!

“Move your hand.”

Hesitantly, you moved it, trying to moan as quietly as possible as his thumb rubbed your clit, the others pumping inside of you.

“That’s a good girl. How ya feelin’ baby?”

“So good, Choso…”

“Yeah? You like it when I fuck you here?”

“Yessss…”

His fingers had found that sweet spot inside you, throwing your head back as your body arched forward.

“God, you’re so fuckin beautiful, you know that?”

“So sexy, even when you’re pissed at me.”

“Look at you, lookin’ pretty as you fuck my fingers.”

All the praise was driving you mad. You brought your hand to your mouth, bracing yourself for the impending orgasm. Instead, choso brought his hand up to your mouth, pulling his body upward to kiss the side of your face as he pumped relentlessly inside of you, feeling you almost screaming his name into his hand.

“You’re so pretty when you cum, you know that? Let me see that pretty face. Cum for me, baby.”

With that, you lost it, body jerking onto his fingers as you moaned his name over and over into his hand. He replaced his hand with his lips, feeling you groan into his mouth as you came down. He kissed his way back down, putting your panties back on as you sat there panting, recovering from your high. Smiling, he brought his lips to your again, pulling away to get a good look at you.

“Such a good girl for me.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, princess.”

Choso wiped your juices off his face, watching you fix your lipgloss. Damn, you were-

“Ma’am, you okay in there?”

When you give, I want more, more, more!

You opened the door, body adorned with one of the dresses you picked out, as you stepped out and did a spin.

“Do I look good in this dress?”

“Beautiful, ma’am!”

“Great, I’ll take it!”

After you got dressed and the attendant checked you out, she gave a wave and smile to both of you as you left the store. You held tight onto Choso’s arm, smiling up at him as he guided you towards the mall parking lot. He’d opened the car door for you, sitting you inside as he put the bags in the backseat. Starting the car, he looked over at you.

“Ready to go home, baby?”

“Actually, can we get ice cream first?”

I wanna be adored!

Get what I want 'cause I ask for it, not because I'm really that deserving of it!

Choso always went all out for your birthday, going above and beyond to make your day special. He’d started the morning by getting a private chef to come up to the apartment to make you breakfast. Before that could happen, though, he was having trouble getting you out the bed, especially with how you’d woke him up.

“Choso…”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Wanna fuck you, can we?”

Usually, he’d be more than happy to feel your pussy first thing in the morning, but you two had overslept (or, as you called it, beauty sleep), and the chef was gonna be there in the next 45 minutes, which you’d take the whole time to get ready.

“Want to, baby, promise, but your first surprise is about to get here soon; go start getting ready.”

When you’d heard surprise, you’d pretty much forgotten about morning sex, instantly hopping out the bed to start getting ready. You were so excited for your birthday that you got your hair curled the day before, lashes too; they were the finishing touch after you’d done your makeup. You decided on a cute pink tennis dress to match your pink Dolce sneakers, holding off on dressing up until later this evening. With a couple of sprays of perfume and a little gloss, you were ready just in time for the chef.

When you were done eating, you looked up to Choso, waiting to see what came next. He gave you a kiss and a smile, walking you to the living room, a bunch of boxes wrapped in pink paper on the middle of the floor. You squealed as you ran and sat down, waiting for him to come over.

“Oh, baby, you’re too sweet!”

“No problem, princess.”

You went through your gifts: a couple of pairs of heels he’d seen you looking at on Pinterest, one of those new hairdryers you saw on TikTok, jewelry, lingerie, the usual stuff. You’d give him a kiss between every present; lips probably had more gloss than yours did at this point. Some of the stuff you’d try on and walk around in like you were modeling, like the Chanel sunnies he’d gotten you. It always made him so happy; he could tell you loved every single one. You’d always take care of anything he’d gotten you, everything down to the first thing he’d gotten you, a sterling anklet you’d found online. After two years time, the chain snapped, and you had quite the fit. You’d been sad for days. Unfortunately, he couldn’t fix it, but he’d been there for you to reassure you that even though it broke, his love for you wouldn’t.

As you closed the final box, you wrapped him in your arms and kissed his cheek repeatedly, making him giggle as he almost fell over.

“Got one more thing for you, baby.”

Choso walked to the room, returning with a box with a big bow on the top. You looked at him skeptically, intrigued that this gift had been separated from the others. Still, you took it as he handed it to you, setting it on the couch next to him as you opened it. There was a layer of paper on it, followed by a simple dust bag, presumably to hide what was underneath it. Before you opened it, you looked up at him; he nodded to you to finish unboxing it. You slowly opened the dust bag, pulling-

“BABY, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD!”

Choso had gotten you the pink version of the Vivienne Westwood bag you’d seen at the mall! You pounced at him as he smiled and braced himself for impact.

“You like it, baby?”

“I like it? I like it? I LOVE IT!”

Going up, going down, down, down!

You’d put your lips on his now as he brought a hand around you to sit the bag down gently. You completely straddled him, body pressing to his as you made out with him. He’d brought his hands to your ass, bringing your hips closer to him as you kissed him deeper. You’d pulled away, looking at him with half-lidded eyes, biting your lips.

“Baby?”

“Yeah, princess?”

“Wanna show you how grateful I am.”

“Yeah, how you gonna do that?”

“You're gonna take me back to the room so I can-”

Choso cut you off, throwing you over his shoulder as you playfully slapped his back, him slapping your ass next to his head. When he got you to the room, he laid you down quickly, taking off your sneakers and outfit; hate to mess up such a cute dress with cum stains, ya know? He’d removed his clothes, lifting your body to sit on the bed so you rested your head on the pillows.

Anything for the crown, crown, crown!

Choso brought his lips to yours, kissing you softly and then rushing down to your tits, making you laugh. He’d wrapped his lips around your nipple, looking up at you as he rubbed his hands up and down your body, tickling you slightly.

“You like that, baby?

“Hmm, maybe…I think your lips would feel wayyy better somewhere else.”

“Oh yeah? Suddenly, I’m really hungry.”

He brought his body down in between your thighs, in one motion, bringing your thighs up to your chest, spreading you open for him. You whimpered when his tongue found your pussy, holding your legs firm as he fucked his tongue into you. Choso was having a lot of fun, seeing you squirm in the position you were in as he all but devoured your pussy. He let all of your juices spread his face, anything to taste more and more of you. When he started sucking your clit? You went nuts. You moaned his name over and over, gripping the shits as you were able to be as loud as you wanted. You felt that fire growing inside you as his nose rubbed against your clit, tongue sinking further and further, exploring you as you fell out above him.

“Baby…”

“Baby, I’m about to cum!”

“Baby, fuck, I-”

You came for him, closing your thighs out of reflex, nearly suffocating him. He brought his face up, letting your legs down, smiling down at you as you tried to catch your breath. Choso was pretty damn cocky. He knew that his tongue sent you flying, having to center yourself as you came down. He brought his body over yours, kissing the side of your face as you came to.

“You okay, princess?”

When the lights dim down, down, down, I spin around!

In one fall swoop, you flipped Choso over, straddling his waist as you brought yourself down on his dick. He was gone, shocked at how fast you’d maneuvered but also from how fucking good you felt. He brought his hands to your hips, fixing his legs so he could fuck into you. You were on top of the world, literally. He was thrusting into you rapidly, one hand on your tit, the other holding your ass as he slammed you down on his dick. Fuck, you two were in love. Bodies sweating against each other, both getting turned on by the other's face, flustered and fucked out as you brought your bodies against each other. You’d shifted your hips slightly so he could fuck into you at that angle that made you scream his name.

“Princess, fuck, you feel so fucking good.”

“Choso, fuck, right there, don’t stop!”

Got you wrapped around my finger, babe…

He was hellbent on making you cum on top of him; he could make you cum in missionary or doggy style later, but right now? He couldn’t get enough of your face, lips quivering and eyes forced shut as you tried to hold on to any sort of balance you had.

“Princess..”

“Mhm?”

“Look at me.”

Hesitantly, you looked in his eyes, knowing at that point you were about to cum. You were completely self-indulgent, and Choso loved it; you’d brought your body forward, resting on your hands on either side of his head as he fucked into you. Shit, he wasn’t gonna last much longer either with your face as close to his, getting a front-row view of your reactions to how good he was fucking you. He’d gripped your ass as leverage to slam you down harder, slapping the skin there every time you said his name. When your arms started to shake, he knew you were about to cum, so, like a good boyfriend, he talked you through it.

“Look how pretty you are, fuck I love you.”

“Gonna give you the world, baby.”

“You’re mine, yeah? Cum for me, then baby, give it to me.”

You lost it right then and there, arms collapsing and body laying down on his as you came hard all over him. God, you were an angel. Whimpering for him as you milked his dick, pussy spasming around his shaft. Choso came at that point, holding your hips against his as he filled you up, groaning as he sat his face into your shoulder. Panting, he brought you into a hug as he fucked you through your orgasm, smiling as you moaned his name softly.

You can count on me to misbehave!

Choso felt a little bad for fucking you so hard, your curls had fallen a bit, and your mascara had smudged a bit when you came. You lifted your hips slightly, letting him know to pull you off and lay you down. You turned your body towards him, running your hands through his hair. He swore at this moment he could marry you; watch you walk around with his ring on your finger, but right now? He was a little too fucked out to think about it clearly.

“How was it princess?”

“So good!”

He smiled and picked you up, taking you to the bathroom to get washed up. Looking at his watch, it was 10:45. Depending on how long you took to ready again, you guys could make the lunch reservations.

“Hey, baby?”

“Yeah, princess?”

“So, there was this LC500 i was looking at…”

“It’s yours.”

Primadonna girl!

♱ the song used in this story is primadonna by marina and the diamonds. 🖤

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lowkeyremi · 3 months

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hey hey! May I ask for a choso x fem!reader in where user is also like choso—a half curse; but she’s stronger than choso.

Thank you if you do this and have a great day <33

Mysteries choso x fem!reader

note: of course, lovely!! choso is always welcomed in my inbox!!!! also i'm not sure if this is what you wanted i hope this is okay :)

content: reader is a little bit cocky, but choso is down for that, getting together, fluff

The first time you two crossed paths it wasn't a big deal. You were headed to see some old friends and he was headed to see his brother. That first time you saw him he was at the mall with his brother. You couldn't help but stare because he stuck out like a sore thumb, in an attractive kind of way though.

This time though, you're walking down a busy street when he bumps into you and keeps walking like he hasn't just almost knocked you down.

"Uh excuse me?" You wasted no time catching up to him, once you realized it was him it gave you an excuse to talk to him.

"Huh?" He asks not even sparing you a glance. There was something about this guy that just struck him as odd.. he definitely isn't a human. At least you don't think he is.

The man in question is a bit taller than you are, his shoulders stiff and he's even hunching a little bit. Wanting to get a better look at him you pull him down an alleyway, which causes him a little bit of shock.

"How did you-"

"You're not human, are you?" The question that's been plaguing your mind for only a few seconds finally surfaces. Something in your brain screams, "jeez let the guy breath before you harass him with questions!"

His eyes widen giving you his answer but he avoids your question by asking the one he was previously going to ask, "How did you pull me with such little force?"

"Training. Answer my question." It causes him to wonder, just what are you?

"You're not human either." He accuses, which is true...

"For your information I am half human. My father was a curse." You respond with sass and the man in question stares at you wondering if he should tell you what he's thinking.

"I'm half human too.. I haven't met many like me. My father was a curse.. well rather taken over by a curse and it's what created me."

You both stare at each other for a while in awe at being one in the same. People passing the alley might think you two are crazy or homeless but what does it matter?

"Well Mr. half and half, what's your name?" He raises a brow, a question already at the tip of his tongue, "What's yours?"

"I asked first!" And while it's true, this man is quite stubborn. "I won't tell you mine until you tell me yours." His voice is lower than before. It's obvious that he is trying and failing to intimidate you. Maybe if you were any other person you'd be scared but you find it adorable how he scowls at you because it looks more like a pout.

"Fine. I'm [name], who are you?" You place a hand on your hip and the guy finally decides to answer after a long exhale.

"I'm Choso." You wait for him to continue but he doesn't. He just stares at you and you stare at him.

"Well... uh. I'll be going now." Your brain starts to panic as he walks away so on instinct you grab his wrist and pull him toward you with so much force it causes him to fall on top of you.

"Uh.... sorry. I forget how to control my power sometimes.." The wild wide eyed look he's giving you makes you a little shy all of a sudden.

Without thinking you lean in to "inspect him a little better" but you momentarily close your eyes and he gets the hint. His lips meet yours halfway, and it's a gentle experimental kiss.

When you pull back you stare in shock and wonder, "I just kissed a stranger.."

"That's what you were implying right? That would be very embarrassing if I read that wrong." He sputters out of nervousness and maybe embarrassment. Choso looks anywhere but at your face, suddenly the old brick wall was very interesting to him.

"No yeah, I uh- think that's what I wanted? I mean. It was nice. I liked it." Clearly you had no fucking clue what you were doing so you were ranting to make it seem like you planned that out.

"Um.. here's my card. Call me!" And you're the one to run off leaving Choso wondering what the hell just happened in the span of seven minutes. Yuji would probably tease him and say, "YOU? You played seven minutes in heaven with a stranger!!???"

He would have to remind the younger that it was NOT a game and just a random by chance kiss. He carefully placed your card in his pocket. Maybe he'll get to see you again one day, and he'll kiss you for real.

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onlyswan · 1 year

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summary: in which jungkook stumbles with his new pair of eyes.

> fluff (they’re just so cute okay) / wc: 2.8k

> warnings: jk mentions something about getting slapped in a sexy way he’s a menace that’s all

note: let me just get all my thoughts about jungkook in glasses out from my system please bear with me thank you T__T funny enough my eyes were hurting and watering like crazy while proofreading this srry

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“wow! this is what i’ve been missing out on?” jungkook muses in wonder as he comes face-to-face with one of your books he snatched from the center table.

he widens his eyes when he lowers down his glasses, and then blinks excessively when he puts it back on.

“my feet hurt like hell.” you complain as you plop down next to him on the couch, all cozy in your pajamas.

you spent half the day killing time by exploring every inch of the mall because you had to wait for both of your glasses to be done. you had one of your glasses’ lens changed because the scratches have been too bothering you too much, while jungkook finally got his first prescription glasses.

he has been complaining about his blurry vision for quite a while now, and he agreed that he should get it checked when you told him that it might get worse if he doesn’t as soon as possible. however, despite reminding him many times, the plan kept getting put off and pushed to the back of his mind.

when you informed him about your plans of going to the store to get your glasses fixed, at last, the inescapable opportunity for him to tag along has come.

“how is it? you don’t feel dizzy or anything?”

you watch him flip through the book sitting over his crossed legs, observing that he can read the small characters from a considerable distance without squinting unlike before. he has tried on your glasses a few times in the past, but generally, you don’t let him wear it because it might not be suitable for his eyes.

“no, not anymore atleast.”

he grimaces as he recounts himself almost tripping on his own feet when he was asked to walk around wearing the fourth lens the doctor made him try on. it made everything look five times nearer, and a heavy headache weighed on him in a snap. if he wore those for a minute longer, he would’ve thrown up.

why you refuse to let him wear your glasses for longer than a minute— that’s when it fully dawned on him.

“baby, thank you for always protecting me.” he engulfed you in a tight hug as soon as he exited the small room.

“from what?” you squeaked in confusion, unsure hands rubbing his back. “do i need to fight someone for you?”

you chuckle at his displeased expression. “that’s good. you should always wear it so you get used to it, okay?”

“so i won’t be able to live without it like you?”

he smiles with his nose scrunched, turning his head to look at you. he gasps dramatically, and you tilt your head in question.

“i thought it was impossible for you to get even prettier in my eyes. but look at you!” he gently pinches your cheeks, and it takes everything in you to hold back a love drunk smile.

“i’m pretty?”

he leans in for a kiss, “divine. it’s like getting so near a painting you can see the brush strokes.” but then halts a few inches away from your lips. “guess we can’t do this when we’re both wearing glasses.”

it’s almost embarrassing; how you’ve shared about a million kisses with jungkook, and yet, you’re still holding your breath like this is about to be the first time you feel a man’s lips on yours.

“i’m not wearing mine, though?”

the thud of your book colliding with the table before it fell on carpeted floor would make you angry, but jungkook rudely interrupts before your train of thought could glide along the tracks, kissing off the anger from your mouth before you can nag at him.

frisky boy, trying to leave permanent marks on his glasses on the first day.

he pulls away with a pondering look, chewing on his bottom lip. “this is too big. i should get the same frame as yours. i’m already used to kissing with that between us.”

you sigh deeply, tucking his hair behind ears to get a good look at your boyfriend’s face. is jungkook wearing prescribed glasses one of your untold fantasies? maybe. not that you’re rejoicing that he fucked up his vision but . . . maybe.

in conclusion: men have their girlfriends walking fashion shows when shopping, and you have jungkook trying on thirty different pairs of glasses.

“hmm, not a bad idea. you do look good in those, too.”

he picks up his phone to check himself out through the front camera, messing around with his hair as an unshakable habit. “do you really like this one too?”

“i thought it was impossible for you to get even sexier in my eyes.”

“that much?” he unabashedly gives you a playful smirk, the familiar twinkle of his eyes lighting up the dim living room. he inches closer to wrap his arms around your waist, but his posture sags at your next words.

“nuh-uh.” you tut as your strict hands detain his forearms.

jungkook’s heart thunders upon seeing the expression you’re wearing, the kind that usually signals he’s about to hear excessive whining (said lovingly) and / or aggressive stomping against the floor (again, said lovingly). “before that, go pick up my book and pray to god that it didn’t get damaged.”

his head nervously cranes down to search for the book he thoughtlessly dropped earlier. he looks back at you with a guilty smile bordering on a wince, and everything that happens after that is a blur.

“please tell me there’s none-”

“a page got ripped! i’m sorry!”

he sprints towards your shared bedroom in a flash, and your hand that fails to pull him back drops to your side in exasperation when you hear the door slam shut. a click follows after several beats. flabbergasted, your jaw drops.

this man did not just . . .

“jungkook, you menace! you’re making me sleep on the couch?!”

“i love you! come to bed only if you want to slap me in a sexy way!”

you gasp, throwing a pillow at the door. you miss. miserably.

“are you into that now?!”

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“how is yours not fogging up?” jungkook frowns at you from across the table, doe eyes hidden behind his fogged up glasses.

“your mask doesn’t fit perfectly. pinch the wire tighter around your nose bridge.” you chuckle, reaching over to help him out with his predicament. “like this much. that’s how you know you’re properly wearing it. if your glasses don’t fog up.”

the two of you watch as the fog gradually disappears from his lens.

“ohhhh. that was fun.” he takes the glasses off along with his face mask, satisfied that his problem was solved. “what if i’m wearing one that doesn’t have a nose wire, though?”

“you can still try pinching it around your nose, but usually it doesn’t work out well so you need to figure out wearing it in a certain angle.”

“should i just get contacts instead?” he looks at you with a hopeful smile, playfully teasing you with the idea you’ve disagreed with many times.

you raised the concern with jungkook constantly falling asleep wherever in the world he might be. yes, you love it when he falls asleep five minutes into cuddling you, be it you’re sitting or lying down. yes, he is an adorable sleeper. yes, you want him to get all the rest that he can. however, that becomes a problem if he starts using contact lens 24/7. especially if they’re clear or the same color as his eyes, you’re sure he’s bound to forget that he’s wearing them at some point.

“should we just get you new eyes instead?”

“come on now. that’d be too much money. you know how hard life is nowadays? the economy is going downhill!” he speaks with thick busan satoori, brazenly eyeing you up and down as if you just said the most ridiculous thing he’s ever heard.

you pick up his glasses from the table to put it on him again. “that’s exactly why you should settle with what you have, mister.”

he laughs, and it’s the first time you see his bunny smile today. “alright, you got me.”

you thank the server after your food have been served on the table. these days, you and jungkook enjoy going out to eat instead of ordering in. it has been a mission to improve your food palate by exploring different dishes and cuisines. more than that, it seems that this is also a learning experience for your boyfriend. when he finds a new dish that he likes, he tries to make it in the kitchen himself when he finds the time. and well, you get to entertain yourself by poking around and acting like an assistant.

“baby, mine too. please.”

you shut off your eyewear case before reverting your attention to jungkook. alas, his glasses has fogged up again because of the spicy beef soup, which is still obviously piping hot. he is stuck in position, hand holding a spoon suspended in the air.

you never would’ve thought watching someone learn how to live with prescription glasses would be this engrossing. or maybe because it’s jungkook, and everything he does is endearing in your eyes.

you giggle at his cuteness, cautiously taking glasses off his face so he won’t spill the soup sitting on the curve of his spoon. you place it inside his case and keep it back inside your bag along with your own.

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“baby! i feel blind! have you seen my glasses?” jungkook cries out as he enter the living room. “i even checked the car but it’s not there.”

you watch him walk nearer and nearer towards you, slowly chewing on the first bite off your hotteok. you’re sitting on the floor, and the task waiting to be accomplished on your laptop is left abandoned as you get distracted by a variety show on the television.

“which one?”

“our matching couple one.” he kneels beside you, a pout adorning his handsome face. “oh my god. maybe that’s mine you’re wearing?”

his gaze falls down on the pancake held by your hands, and it flickers back to your ingenuous eyes. this is an unspoken understanding between the two of you. and so, you take two bites in a row, twice as big as you normally would, mouth full and cheeks round. that’s when you offer the dessert to your boyfriend, nearly half eaten to expose the center, where most of the fillings would be.

he enthusiastically takes a bite from one side, moaning in satisfaction. “hmm, you can never go wrong with hotteok.”

you start pointing at the bedroom as you work your damn hardest to swallow the food.

“it’s at the-” you pause to take a sip from your glass of cold, turned room temperature, water. “the vanity drawer. i saw you put it there this morning while you were rushing.”

he scratches his head, fascinated with his own lack of thought. “should’ve asked you first before searching the entire building.”

“dummy-” you manage to utter before he’s guiding the hotteok back to your mouth. the sweetness of the brown sugar spreads in your mouth, balanced by the nuts and seeds.

“don’t say bad words, baby.”

you glare at him. “dummy.”

and he glares back. “brat.”

—

your attention returns to the television when jungkook leaves to pick up his glasses from the bedroom. the brightness of your laptop screen dims, signalling that the battery is dying soon. you click your tongue in annoyance. you reckon it’s understandable that it has been acting up since the device is already years old, but it annoys you nonetheless.

your boyfriend catches you in one of your not-so-finest moments. he looks straight at his front camera with a full grin while you furiously click ctrl and s on the keyboard over and over again, your glasses the original copy of his, sliding off your nose bridge. he has deemed it obligatory to take a selca every time you’re wearing the matching glasses together, and he still seems very much consistent with it two months later, so you just allow him to do it whether you’re aware or not. god knows how you’ve run out of poses.

a hotteok hanging from your lips? body language saying you’re about to throw away your laptop from the balcony? that’s new. that’s variety. that’s what makes jungkook unconsciously keep the smile on his face as he adds the photos to its designated folder, titled with the emoji wearing glasses and bunny teeth.

“is it just me or has that been for your lockscreen for more than a year now?”

he turns on his phone to take another look at his lockscreen, and he shrugs sheepishly. it’s a picture of the three of you on the couch: you, jungkook, and bam. it was a sunday afternoon. you fell asleep on your side, cuddling your boyfriend. baby bam, on the other hand, was cuddling your head. his paw resting on your cheek, head leaning on your ear. the only part of jungkook visible in the photo is his naked collarbones down to his tattoo sleeve, the rest of his torso being covered by a blanket.

“i know. i always end up coming back to it.”

this is one of your differences with him. you have a new lockscreen almost every week, immediately setting up whatever new photo you take of or with him.

jungkook, knowing this, asks: “what’s yours now?”

you pout your lips to point at the table. with your permission, he turns on your phone to see himself from yesterday— reversing the car with one hand on the wheel while looking over his shoulder.

he chuckles in amusement, raising his eyebrows. “this is the exact same picture as the last one you had.”

you stick out your tongue cheekily. “you’re wearing your glasses this time.”

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magical pearls that grant wishes. you wished for an inflatable pool. the orange haired guy from slam dunk chasing you. running through the forest. scratches on your knee. a koala hanging on your arm. jungkook carrying you on his back to make a run for the bookstore. the signed book you wanted getting sold out twenty three seconds before you arrived. a tragedy.

you wake up with flashes of these broken up dreams lingering in your mind, lazily rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. you find that the clock says 4:17am. you climb off the bed, slipping onto your fuzzy slippers.

however, you pause on your journey to the bathroom when you notice an object shine from your peripheral vision. you sigh, and a yawn follows.

“this is what i was talking about.” you mutter softly, more to yourself, more to the airconditioner that sleeps during the day to keep you comfortable throughout the night.

you carefully remove the glasses off his face. before putting it away in the case, you inspect the temples to see if they became bent and uneven due to him lying on his side. thankfully, they survived just fine. you’re not quite sure if the back of his left ear did, though.

you step out of the bathroom, and it doesn’t come off as a surprise when you make eye contact with a half-asleep jungkook reaching out for you.

“come back.” he whines, voice small and scratched from sleep you almost don’t catch his words.

“on my way,” you respond in a sing-song voice. you slip back under the covers, caressing jungkook’s hair and tangling your limbs with his. you were apart for three minutes at most, but you almost moan in relief when his warmth envelopes you in once again.

you gotta do something about the bathroom being too cold. even sitting on the toilet is painful.

your heart flutters when he decompresses in your hold, making himself smaller to bury his face on your chest.

poor thing, you think to yourself when you brush his hair and notice that the back of his ear has turned red. you’ve definitely experienced this pain many times in the past. still does sometimes. and it stings. you tenderly trace the area with your fingertip, pressing a kiss on the top of his head because it’s the only place your lips can reach.

aside from his glasses, he also left the night lamp turned on, so you quickly take care of that as well before closing your eyes.

“sleep more, my love. it’s still early.”

jungkook’s mind malfunctions and mistranslates your words. he forces himself to reply before succumbing to yesterday’s persistent weariness.

“i love you, too.”

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hendersister · 10 months

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can't fight this feeling

summary: after steve helps you out of a bad situation, you finally admit your feelings for one another.

pairing: steve harrington x henderson!sister reader

title 🎵: can't fight this feeling by reo speedwagon

tw: attempted sexual assault

Tina’s parents are out of town again. She’s throwing one of her big summer house parties tonight. Partying isn’t really your scene but a few of your friends convinced you to go. You’re trying to get out of your shell a little more and try new things. Plus a lot of people you know from school are going to be there.

One person you are hoping to see is Steve Harrington. You two have become close friends this summer working at Starcourt Mall. It’s always fun hanging out with Steve. You believe that you’re starting to develop real feelings for him. There’s an electricity between the two of you. You think that he might be feeling it too…

When you and your friends arrive at Tina’s the party is already in full swing. You look around for Steve but see no sign of him. You decide to pour yourself a drink. When you step into the kitchen you see a cute guy standing by the punch bowl.

“Hey,” he smiles at you.

“Hi,” you smile back.

Right after you walk into the kitchen, Steve arrives at the party. As he walks into the house, he’s greeted by a few people he knows. Then Steve notices you from across the room. He raises his eyebrows.

You’re in the kitchen talking to some guy. His name is Brad. You know that he goes to Hawkins High but have never spoken to him before tonight. Brad’s flirting with you but you don’t really know this guy so you’re treading lightly.

While talking to Brad, your eyes meet Steve’s. You nod to him.

“My friend just got here. I’m gonna go over and say hi,” you excuse yourself from the conversation.

You leave Brad in the kitchen to go talk to Steve. Steve scrunches his forehead as you approach him.

“Hey!” you greet Steve with a smile, “How are you?”

“What are you doing here?” Steve questions you.

Your face drops. Steve looks more confused than happy to see you.

“I came with some of my friends,” you explain defensively.

Steve nods.

“Like do you not want me to be here or something?” you coolly challenge him.

“No! No, I was just surprised to see you, that's all,” Steve replies.

You shrug, rolling your eyes. You don’t know why Steve is acting so weird and don’t really want to get into it with him right now.

“Yeah, whatever. I’m gonna go to the bathroom. See you around…”

Before Steve even has the chance to respond, you walk away. Luckily there’s no line for the bathroom so you don’t have to wait.

After you are finished in the bathroom, you open the door and the first thing you see is Brad. He’s blocking your way.

“Excuse me.”

You try going around him but he pushes you back into the bathroom.

“Hey!”

Brad steps in the bathroom with you and closes the door. He corners you.

“No! Stop!”

You attempt to push Brad off but he’s a lot bigger than you. He easily overpowers you, shoving you against the wall.

“What the hell are you doing?!”

Brad leans in, trying kissing you.

“Get off me!”

You knee Brad in the groin and he keels over in pain. You quickly push him away from the door and get out of there.

Steve sees you rush out of the bathroom. You look really upset. Something is wrong. Steve goes over to you.

“Hey, Y/N, are you alright?”

Steve puts a supportive arm on your shoulder. You immediately flinch.

“I’m fine. I’m fine,” you breathe.

You’re clearly not fine.

Steve notices Brad leaving the bathroom. He looks pissed. Steve puts the pieces together.

“Wait! Did he do something to you?” Steve asks protectively.

You shake your head, avoiding eye contact with Steve.

“I just need to get out of here,” you dodge answering Steve’s question.

You see Brad walking towards you and you anxiously cross your arms against your chest. As Brad passes by you and Steve, he purposely bumps into you. He uses so much force that you stumble back and almost lose your footing.

Steve’s eyes widen in anger. Without thinking, Steve aggressively shoves Brad down to the ground in retaliation.

“What the hell is your problem, man?”

Steve stands over Brad and clenches his fist, readying himself for a fight. Then, from the corner of his eye, he sees you quietly slip out the door.

“Shit,” Steve mutters to himself.

Instead of fighting Brad, he follows you outside.

“Y/N! Hey Y/N! Wait up!”

You keep going. Steve catches up to you.

“Are you okay?” he asks with concern.

“I’m fine. I just need to go home,” you sigh.

Steve nods.

“Ok. C’mon, let me drive you,” he offers.

You shake your head.

“You don’t have to. I can walk,” you tell him.

“Yeah I don’t have to, but I want to drive you. Please just let me take you home,” Steve tries.

You abruptly stop walking and turn to face Steve, giving him your full attention.

“Why do you care so much?” you ask him bluntly.

Steve is taken aback by your tone.

“Wh…what?” he stutters.

“Why do you care so much?” you repeat, “I mean seriously, what is your deal? Are you just looking out for me because I’m Dustin’s sister?”

“No. I care because we’re friends,” Steve sighs.

“Are we though? Are we just friends?” you continue confronting Steve.

“Y/N-” Steve begins before you interrupt him.

“Because you mean more to me than just friends. Honestly I feel like we kinda have this unspoken thing… and I’m tired of not talking about it,” you quietly admit.

Steve lets out a deep breath and slowly nods, taking in everything you just said.

“You’re right. We have an unspoken thing,” he replies, and then, “I don’t want to be just friends with you.”

You impulsively pull Steve towards you and kiss him, taking him by surprise. Steve kisses you back. He rests his hands on your face, keeping you close. After a minute, you both pull away to catch your breath.

“Hey, uh, do you want to get out of here?” Steve asks softly.

You nod.

“Let’s go.”

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tooearlyforthis · 1 year

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Partners in Crime | part one

Ahh part one is out y'all! I'm so excited for you guys to read this. Let me know if you want to be added to my taglist for this series!

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Hopper!Reader

Word Count: 5.5k

Synopsis: With Y/n’s love letters anonymously sent out, she struggles to deal with the fallout and the boys who got them.

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

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This was not happening. Why did this have to happen? She had such a good streak; no accidents since the fender bender of ‘84. But of course, some idiot in a ford capri came out of nowhere, slamming into the side of her car.

At least time this wasn’t her fault. That asshole was blasting music and didn’t care to see where he turned. He didn’t even stay around for the aftermath, driving off before she could get a good look at the license plate. The nearest gas station was over two miles away, but with no car phone, it was her only option.

Pushing her car as much as she could to the side of the road and out of traffic, Y/n Hopper began her trek.

Robin Buckley, her long time friend, was waiting for her at Starcourt Mall. They were going to get food, talk; a normal afternoon of laughs and shopping. But now, it would have to wait.

She could imagine how pissed off her father would be. After years of begging him for a car, she finally got one. Granted, it was a run down piece of shit - but it was her piece of shit and she wouldn’t have had it any other way.

Finally making it to the end of the block, she felt a light shinning from behind. It casted her in a silhouette on the pavement below. Blocking the glare with her arm, she turned around to see a bmw pull up next to her.

Leaning his arm out the window, Steve Harrington stared down at her. He had this look on his face - somewhere between the line of laughing and pity.

“Is that car back there yours?” He asked, a hint of mockery in his voice.

Already annoyed, she asked, “What’s it to you?”

Despite fighting monsters together for the past few years, they were not friends. At least, they weren’t friends now. Back in middle school, she would have even called him her closest friend. But then douche bags came a long and pulled not him, but their entire friend group apart.

“Do you need a ride? I can call a tow truck,” he asked, bringing her back to reality.

The last thing she wanted to do right now was spend her afternoon with Steve Harrington. But then again, it was better than walking.

“Fine,” she said, walking over to his passenger side door.

Pulling on the already unlocked handle, she climbed inside. Sitting crossed armed, she watched as he called the tow truck with his luxury car phone. Of course he had a phone in his car - she forgot how rich his family actually was.

He looked different from the last time she saw him. His eyes were sunken, a bad posture and too many cuts on his hand for a normal teen. Putting the phone down, he directed his attention back to her. Y/n quickly subverted his gaze, forgetting how awkward things had become between them.

Sure, they could talk when the occasional monster came to town, or when they were will mutual friends. But it was hard to bond with a person when death was looming over their shoulders. Plus, he started dating Nancy Wheeler - another ex-friend from the same group in middle school.

It felt weird to be around the couple, especially since Steve and Y/n had shared a first kiss. She never forgot that embarrassing game of spin the bottle years before.

She had such a crush on his after that, going as far to even right him a letter. God, the letters, how could she forget?

“Where were you heading?” he asked, pulling into her neighborhood.

Startled by the question after so much silence, she stuttered. “U-uh, Starcourt. I was meeting Robin.”

“Oh, I could have dropped you off there.”

“No it’s fine,” she protested. “She’s probably gone anyways and I trust her driving less than mine.”

That got a chuckle out of him. “Yeah that’s smart.” Robin was the only thing besides the kids that still tied her to the Harrington boy. They worked together and even became kind of friends but Y/n tried her best to avoid him. “Though I do have to say you’re car looked pretty bad back there. What did you do, flip it on its head?”

She rolled her eyes. “It wasn’t that bad! No, some guy came out of nowhere and ran the stop sign.”

“Dang.”

“Yeah…” she replied, letting the car fall quiet as they pulled up to her house. Before getting out, she turned back to him one last time. “Well, thanks I guess.”

“Anytime, Hopper,” he replied with a smirk.

Before she knew it, he was driving off down the road and their yearly encounter had came and went. Now she had to deal with the with the wrath that was her father Jim Hopper.

He took it better than she thought. No yelling, no stern talks, only concern that she was safe.

“I’ll get your car tomorrow from Frank and we’ll take it down to the shop,” he said, placing the last plate on the kitchen table.

Y/n asked, “You sure you’re not mad?”

“No, honey. I mean, that guy came out of nowhere right?” She nodded. “Then there was nothing you could have done. Go get El, dinners almost ready.”

Nodding, she walked down the hall knocking on her sister’s door. It opened on its own to reveal Eleven sitting on her bed reading a comic Max Mayfield had given her. She smiled when she saw her sister in the doorway.

“Dinner’s ready, come on,” Y/n said, making El immediately stand up. Tonight was breakfast for dinner which meant only one thing - waffles. “I’ll meet you there let me go take my shoes off.”

Watching as her sister ran off to help get glasses for the table, she went to her own room. She kicked off her shoes toward the closet, deciding to hang up her jacket as well. As she prepared herself for dinner, Y/n let her mind wander back to the encounter with Steve. More specifically, the letter she wrote him.

She never sent any of her letters, but found that putting all her emotions onto one page helped her deal with it.

When she was little, Y/n watched her mother and father argue to no end. Well, there was an ending - divorce. She saw what it did to them, bringing out the worst in each other. So when the day came when she finally had a crush on a boy, she decided to write him a love letter.

Love letters were the cheesiest thing she could have chosen but it got the job done. It let her pour her heart out without consequences - no rejecetion, no dissapointment. Thinking back to those letters, she reached under her bed. There she grabbed an old shoe box she store them.

There were five letters - five people that at one point in her life had her heart and they didn’t even know it.

“Y/n ,” El said, peeking her head into the room. “Dinner is getting cold.”

Y/n whipped her head out fast, shoving the box under her bed. “Right, yeah." She stood up quickly. “I’m coming.”

No one knew about the letters, not even Robin. And she intended for it to stay that way.

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To say the week had gone bad was an understatement. A not so great essay and a shitty chemistry lab led to Y/n getting to school early with Robin.

The school was always so quiet in the mornings. It was the most peaceful it could get before sweaty, hormonal teenagers filled the hall. Plus, her car was still in the shop which meant she had to catch an early ride with her dad anyways.

“I bet it wasn’t that bad,” Robin said as they pushed open the doors to the school.

“Oh it was, trust me,” she replied. “Thanks for meeting again to go the library I really appreciate it.”

“Don’t sweat it. I need to work on math homework anyways.”

They thought the hall was empty, but turning the corner proved they were so very wrong. The clicking of boots echoed as Y/n made eye contact with the one person she tried desperately to avoid.

Billy Hargrove, in all his mullet glory, sauntered down the hall toward them. When he saw Y/n , a smirk formed on his face, finishing with a wink. Y/n froze in the hall, grabbing on to Robin's arm to stop her as well.

“What are you-“ Robin tried to ask but Y/n interrupted her.

“Let’s go the long way,” she said, dragon her friend to continue straight instead of passing her former hookup.

If you told Y/n at the start of school that she had hooked up with Billy Hargrove, she would have laughed in your face. But, if you told her that after the fact, she caught feelings for him - she would have said the apocalypse was more likely.

When Billy had first moved into town, he was all anyone could talk about. Y/n had ran into in at her arcade job where he was dropping off his little sister. And well, you say that she left work early that day.

But of course, being the hopeless romantic she was, she developed a crush on Billy Hargrove. She didn’t know why. The way he walked, the way he could hold command of a room... All she knew was he wasn’t a girlfriend type of guy and she needed to get rid of her feeling fast.

In the bottom of that shoe box under her bed another love letter sat addressed to him.

“Y/n did you hear anything I said?” Robin asked, pulling her out of her thoughts.

“No, sorry could you repeat?”

Rolling her eyes as they entered the library, she fell into a whisper. “I heard that Steve and Nancy broke up.”

Y/n 's head whipped to face her. “Really?”

“Yeah. She dumped him for Jonathan Byers.”

She withheld a gasp. Jonathan was another friend from the ex group in middle school. She never wold have imagined Nancy to go after him. “Damn, I didn’t expect that.”

“Right! Like, I don’t know Jonathan that well but I mean, come on! Steve has changed his douche bag ways, I can see it at work.”

Y/n nodded along as she took out her notebook, getting lost in her head once more. The day began to blend together. One minute she was studying with Robin in the library, the next, running side by side in gym class.

Running was not her first choice when it came to sports. She was fast and could make the track team if she tried. But Y/n never felt very athletically inclined. She was happy, however, that she got to share the class with her friend.

Robin was going on about something her crush said earlier that week but Y/n couldn’t bring her attention to it. Instead, focused on a voice calling her name from behind.

Stopping, she pulled Robin off the track in an attempt to not get trampled by other students. They watched as Steve Harrington ran up to them.

“There you are Hopper,” he said, finally catching up. He took a moment to catch his breath. “Can we talk for a second?”

Why would Steve Harrington want to talk to her?

“Uh sure?” she said.

He glanced over at Robin who stared at him with crossed arms. “Alone?”

Y/n looked over at her friend, who stood with crossed arms. “Wow,” Robin said, dripping with sarcasm. “Okay, Harrington.”

“I’ll meet you afterward?” Y/n asked.

“No, I get it. I’m being replaced.” Steve rolled his eyes. “Don’t get annoyed with me dingus! Stack the tapes at work correctly and maybe you have a say in this.”

Robin took off again down the track as another wave of students passed them. Y/n turned her attention back to the boy in front of her, shifting her weight back and forth.

“What do you want, Steve?” she asked, confused at what he had to say to her.

“Listen, I just-“ he paused, trying to find the right words to say. “I don’t like you like that.”

She scoffed. “Excuse me?”

“I mean, Nance and I just broke up and I’m not looking to get into anything serious. And for your information, I do not always take the last slice of pizza. But, you wouldn’t know that cause we haven’t hung out since middle school. Unless you count fighting inter-dimensional monsters.”

“No, I mean why are you telling me this-“ She froze mid-sentence, looking down at his hand. He was gripping a letter - her letter, the one she wrote to him so many years ago when her crush got too overwhelming. “Where -where did you get that?”

He looked down at the letter. “It came in the mail yesterday… also, I didn’t mean to steal your first kiss. I mean, it was mine too and I thought it was like okay since it was a game-“

“Don’t worry about it-“ She didn’t let him finish snatching the letter from his hand. He looked up at her shocked. “It’s all in the past.”

He tried to call out to her as she ran past him, making a b-line to the girls locker room. It wasn’t until she was sat inside that she gave herself a moment to take it all in. Steve had her note, her note. Why did he have it? Who sent it out because it certainly wasn’t her. And steal her first kiss? She couldn’t even remember what she wrote.

Taking the letter out, she began to read:

Steve Harrington,

I refuse to call you just "Harrington" because it sounds cooler and you know it. There is something so smug about you that it makes everyone fall in love with you, even me.

Did you know that after you kissed me I had a crush on you? You’re tall now, taller than everyone but even back then when you were short, people didn’t care. That was - still is the effect you have on people and it worked on me.

But you probably knew that right? Because everyone is in love with Steve Harrington. Well, I’m not - or at least I’m not anymore.

So here are some of your worst qualities, ones I used to convince myself you were merely a passing thought:

You snore. How do I know that? One time I slept at your house after Jonathan Byers' birthday party. I stayed up all night because of how loud you were and I never forgot that.

You always take the last slice of pizza. Never asking if anyone else wants it, just taking. And I think that’s rude.

It’s like how you took my first kiss. I wanted it to be with someone special, someone that bore their heart to me and I the same. But instead, you came along with that stupid bottle and that stupid game. You stole the one thing I was looking forward to most about growing up - Love.

You had my love for a while, most of seventh and eight grade. But then Tommy and Carol came along, you became a douche bag, and our friend group split up - all because of you.

You were the glue that held together our group did you know that? You’re charm, your presence… After you left, none of us hung out again but no one cared. Because you’re Steve Harrington and no one can stay mad at Steve Harrington. No one can resist falling in love with Steve Harrington.

Well I can. I can happily say I am immune to you Steve. For the first time in my life I can say that your Harrington charm will never work on me again.

Y/n Hopper

Did she really write all that? It sounds like she’s obsessed with him - but then again she remembered how intense that crush was. For weeks she couldn’t even bare to look at him…

Wait.

If Steve got a letter did that mean that the others were out too? School couldn't wait, she needed to get home now. With a totaled car and a dad that was still working, Y/n opted to run home. She ran and ran until she could see her street. She ran until she was inside crouching under bed for her shoe box - the shoe box that was now gone.

Standing up, she went ballistic. She teared at every corner, every inch of her room in search for that box but it was no where to be found. Sighing, she sat on her floor in defeat. She pulled her knees to her chest and closed her eyes, wishing that it was a nightmare. That all those letters weren’t sent out. But as her eyes fluttered back open, she was still on her floor; letters delivered to all the boys she loved before.

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Y/n's new plan was to avoid Billy Hargrove. It seemed easy enough at first, until she got out of her dad car and he was standing in front of the school. Wishing her dad at good day at work, she rushed to the side entrance of the school. It wasn't until Robin spotted her that she looked up.

“Woah, Y/n,” Robin called out. “Are you okay? You look flushed.”

“I’m fine,” she replied plainly. “Not feeling to great uh, I have to get some stuff from my locker I’ll see you in class!”

She walked away without waiting for a response finally sighing as her locker door opened. She stuck her face inside as she took a deep breath. She didn’t have any classes with him so she should be okay until lunch. Just get to lunch and everything would be okay.

Feeling well enough to head to class, she shut her locker door. Standing behind it was Billy Hargrove. She yelped in surprise, almost dropping a textbook. Looked like there was no avoiding him now.

He was leaning against the lockers, playing the her letter in his hands. Smirking, he looked up at her.

“You love me, Hopper?” he asked in a playful tone. Even though it was upbeat she could sense the condensing tone beneath it.

“Billy-“

He interrupted her. “I mean, we hookup once and I get a love letter? It’s pathetic. I mean, sweet but, still pathetic.”

“I wrote that a while ago you were never meant to see it.” She reached out to grab the letter but he pulled back to quickly.

“Woah, there sweetheart. I think I'll hold on to this. This is something the people need to see!"

Y/n felt her heart drop in her chest. He was going to release the letter? Letter everyone know that she once loved him? It was bad enough Billy saw the love letter she wrote but the entire school? It was too embarrassing.

“I-I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Y/n said, forcing herself to hold her head high. Was confidence was the way to shut him down?

Billy met her gaze, straightening up to meet her an inch from her own face. “And why would that be?”

“Because…” She had to think of something anything to get him off her back. “My boyfriend wouldn’t like that so much,” she blurted out.

Billy’s gaze faltered as he took a step back. “You’re boyfriend.”

“Yeah, I mean, wouldn’t want to get beat up over an old letter right?” she said, crossing her arms. She tried hiding the cracks in her voice, keeps a calm composure and begging he bought it - it looked like he kind of did.

“And who is this mystery boyfriend I should be so afraid of?"

Y/n didn’t know what to do. She frantically looked around the halls for someone. Anyone she could pull aside to get Billy off her back. There was one person, no, she couldn’t. But then again it might have been her only choice.

Without thinking it through anymore, Y/n grabbed hold of Steve Harrington's shirt. She yanked him to her and planted a kiss on his lips. The force of her pull made them stumble back into her locker. He put his hands on either side to break his fall, leaning into the kiss more.

Slowly, she pulled away. Opening her eyes, she hoped that his would remain close but they weren’t. They were staring down at her wide-eyed, wondering why in the world this was happening.

Y/n looked over to see Billy scoffing. He turned, stomping down the hall away from them, the grip on her letter a little tighter than before. She felt a small wave of relief wash over her, until she remembered who she dragged into this mess.

Steve was still in shock as Y/n pushed him back, wiping her lips and avoiding his gaze. He went to open his mouth but she beat him to it.

“Thanks!” she exclaimed before walking off, giving him no further explanation.

Well, that was one way to get Billy Hargrove off your back.

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It wasn’t until lunch rolled around that Y/n's heart finally returned to a steady pace. Holy shit, she kissed Steve Harrington.

It wasn’t the first time of course, but now both of them had some experienced. Was it bad that she kind of liked it? No, she shouldn’t think about that, but, it didn’t hurt to go find him. After all, she did jump him in the hall.

Both of them had gym next but Y/n found herself unable to focus on whatever sport they were playing this week. Making up and excuse of "menstrual problems," she headed for the girls locker room.

It was going to be empty and she need time to think. What do you say to your former friend after sending a love letter and kissing them?

Hey, sorry you’re a douche bag but a bigger douche bag is gonna expose me in front of the school.

No, that was right. She had to think of something quick as the door opened, girls walking back in to change into normal clothes.

She opted to wait for him outside the boys locker room and lucky for her, he was the last one to come out. Better last than first - she did not want to have this conversation with people around. As the hall emptied and Steve emerged, she was quick to catch his gaze.

“Oh no,” he started, deciding to take on a playful tone. “Should I cover my mouth?”

Rolling her eyes, she lightly hit his arm. “Oh my god- I’m sorry about that.”

“Does you kissing me have anything to do with the letter? Cause I already told you I'm not into you that way. Nance and I just broke up-“

“No,” she interrupted him. “I mean, it does have to do with the letters but- just- I don’t like you like that either.”

“Wait letters? Plural?”

Y/n hid her face in her hands, trying to think of the best way to explain her situation. “I use to write letters to get my feelings out okay? I had no intention of every sending that to you.”

He nodded, taking in what she said. “So who were the other letters to?”

“What?”

“Well you obviously kissed me to get away from one of them. So, who was it?” Y/n felt herself stumbling over her words. She didn’t owe him anymore than an apology. “Hopper?”

“If I tell you will you get off my back?”

“Maybe,” he said with a smirk, leaning against a locker.

“Fine, Billy Hargrove.”

Steve stood back up straight as the name left her mouth. “Hargrove? Really?”

“We hooked up a while ago and-“

“You hooked up with the guy?!”

“It wasn’t my proudest moment!” she protested, feeling the urge to defend herself. “I wrote him a letter and he threatened to show the entire school so I told him I had a boyfriend that wouldn’t like that. You happened to be walking down the hall and I knew he wouldn’t mess with you after what happened at the Byer’s with Max…”

She could see a ping of jealousy when she mention Jonathan’s last name. Maybe he wasn’t too fond over Nancy’s new boyfriend - despite all of them being friends at one point.

“I’m sorry,” she apologized again.

“No, it’s okay. I get it, Hargrove’s a prick.”

“Yeah…” Silence took over the conversation and Y/n didn’t want anything else to do with him.

“What are you gonna tell him now?”

Y/n looked up at him confused. What else could she tell Billy but he wasn’t her boyfriend? It seemed like a stupid question.

“I don’t know, I’ll make something up…”

She waved one last goodbye to Steve before taking off, wanting to be done with the conversation.

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Y/n had almost gone the rest of the day without thinking of Steve Harrington. That was, until her best friend reminded her of what had happened.

She picked up the phone with a simple, “Hello?”

“Did you really kiss Steve Harrington?” Robin asked on the other side of the line, not bothering for formalities.

Y/n looked back at Eleven and Mike Wheeler who were sitting watching a movie on the couch. She hoped they couldn’t hear her friend through the phone.

“Yeah, I did,” she responded simply.

“Oh my god why?”

Robin didn’t know about the letters, nor did Y/n want her to. “It was a heat of the moment thing,” she replied, opting not to confess the real reason. Thankfully, the door sounded before her friend could reply. “I gotta go Mrs. Wheeler is here to pick up Mike.”

“Wait but-“

“I’ll see you at school!”

She hung up the phone, fixing her hair for a moment before answering the door. It always took a long time for Mike to actually leave their house but she was thankful that he was out quick this time.

Falling back on her bed, she heard a subtle knock against her open door. She looked up, using her arms as support from behind her.

“What’s up El?” she asked her sister hovering in the doorway.

El shook her head. “Nothing.”

She sat up fully now, wondering what was wrong with her sister. “Well, it can’t be nothing. C’mon, what’s wrong.”

“Nothing's wrong. I just…. I’ve been thinking.”

Y/n raised an eyebrow. “You’ve been thinking…about what?”

El paused her a moment, looking down at the floor as she tried to find the right words. “I have Mike,” she began. “And I love him. I love spending time with him, watching movies…why don’t you have someone?”

“Where’s this coming from?” Y/n asked confused. Since when did her sister care about her love life?

Eleven walked into her room, taking a seat next to her on the bed. “You’re always at home. Babysitting.”

“I hang out with Robin.”

“That’s one person. You need someone. Someone like Mike to make you happy.”

“A boyfriend?” El nodded. “I don’t need a boyfriend hun, I’m perfectly happy here with you…go get ready for bed, dad will be home soon.”

El gave a weak nod before going off to do her night routine. Sighing, Y/n let herself fall back on her bed once more. Maybe El was right. Maybe she did need someone in her life that wasn’t family or a best friend. Maybe if she had a boyfriend, she wouldn’t have kissed Steve, and Billy wouldn’t be a pain in her ass…

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Y/n was thankful she checked the mail before leaving. Two of the letters that got out were sitting on the counter - a "return to sender" label stamped over them. A tiny weight felt like it was taken off her chest.

There were three now. Three people received letters and that seemed more manageable than five.

With her sprit up a little more than yesterday, she was quickly reminded of the situation she was in. She cursed herself for not seeing Billy Hargrove as he strutted up to her in the library. She jumped back in surprise when he approached her.

“Hey sweet cheeks,” he smirked, leaning against the shelf she was looking at.

She rolled her eyes. “What do you want?”

“Just wondering how things were going with Harrington.”

Shit. He was testing her, calling her on her bullshit. She couldn’t say they were still together and it felt like she had no other option than to tell the truth.

“Not to good,” she admitted. “We broke up, he’s still in love with Nancy Wheeler.”

“Really? Cause I saw Harrington earlier at basketball and he said he really liked you. Blushed even.”

That caught her off guard. “What?”

“Who knew you would have the former King of Hawkins High drooling over you. I gotta admit Hopper, I was shocked - didn’t know you were his type.”

Why would he say that? What game was he playing?

“I gotta go I actually planned to meet him before first period,” she mumbled out, walking away from him.

She didn’t have plans of course, but as the first bell rang, she knew that she would have to face him. Steve sat a few rows over from her in Chemistry so passing a note to him felt like the best approach.

Why did you tell Billy we were dating? She wrote on a ripped off piece of paper, sliding it over to him.

She watched as he furrowed his brows. It was clear his mind was racing but she couldn’t quite get a read on him. After a few moments, he scribbled something and tossed the paper back.

Stay behind after class.

Looking up at him, she caught his eyes for only a moment before turning back to the board. Y/n couldn’t focus on anything for the rest of class, trying to sneak glances over at him.

What was he thinking? What plan was he concocting in his head? She raced over to him as the bell rang, students filing out of the classroom for lunch.

“So?” she asked, not wanting to wait any longer.

Steve looked around the room as he slung his bag over his shoulder. “Wanna go for a walk?”

Nodding, she followed him. They trekked out to the field that laid between the running track and the school. She figured they were taking the long way to get to the parking lot.

“Are we gonna talk about it now or continue to walk in silence?” she asked.

“Let me- just give me a minute,” he replied, staring down at the grass beneath them. It only took a moment more before he continued. “You don’t deserve Billy’s wrath for a few old letters you wrote.”

“I already told him we broke up though, that you’re still in love with Nancy.”

He whipped his head toward her. “What? I’m not still in love with Nance.” She raised an eyebrow in skepticism. “Our breakup was mutual.”

“Sure,” she said sarcastically. “Everyone knows that you’ll be back together in no time. Especially because you were her first time.”

“How do you know that?”

“Ex friends talk, especially when you call them assholes.”

“Shit,” he cursed to himself. “Tommy and Carol?”

Y/n nodded. “They blabbed to the whole school the weekend after you ditched them."

Finally reaching the parking lot, Y/n could see Steve’s car a few feet away. Where was this conversation going to go?

“What if we let people, Billy and Nance included, think we’re dating?” he asked, reaching to unlock the door to his car.

Y/n stopped behind him confused. “What? Why would we do that?”

“Cause Billy’s made it clear he’ll go photo copy that letter and spread it around the minute he knows I won’t kick his ass.”

“Okay… but what’s in it for you? You wouldn’t be doing this out of the kindness of your heart would you?”

She asked the question, knowing the answer already. Steve Harrington was never the type to do something without it benefiting him.

He rolled his eyes and answered, “Okay so maybe the breakup wasn’t mutual.” He looked up from the car, meeting her gaze. “If she thinks we’re together it will send a message to Nancy that I’ve moved on.”

Y/n crossed her arms. “I don’t like you like that, Steve.”

“That’s the point. We don’t actually have to date, just make people think we are.”

“I don’t know…” she said hesitantly. She didn’t want to be his real or fake girlfriend - it all seemed just a little too weird.

“I mean,” he started, leaning against the open car door. “Billy definitely thought we were together at basketball this morning. I could see his stupid face getting red.”

Y/n gritted her teeth. He was right, why did he have to be right? She had less than a year left at Hawkins High, why have Billy make it miserable?

Reaching out her hand, she said, “Alright, Steve. You’ve got yourself a deal."

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better judgment

pairing: quinn hughes x fem!reader

warnings: profanity

summary: luke wants you to meet his girlfriend before anyone else

a/n: i need to write more for quinn 😫

masterlist: here

“your favorite person is in the building!” i announce as i walk into the hughes’ household. i walk into the living room and see all the guys on the couch, luke and jack playing mario kart as quinn watches. i walk over and take a seat beside him, cuddling into his side.

“hey babe,” he presses a kiss to the side of my head.

“who’s winning so far?” i whisper

“jack. by one match. so luke is trying to tie it up.” i softly laugh and shake my head.

“and you’re supervising?”

“like usual,” he grumbles out. i then hear the sounds of the game ending and look up to see that luke won.

“yes! in your face, jack!” he cheers

“we have to have a tie-breaker now. so i don’t know why you’re celebrating.”

“don’t be a sore loser.” luke chirps back and quinn and i just watch the two bicker before they finally have their last match.

“jack, if you throw another red shell at me, i’ll slash your tires.”

“slash my tires and i’ll hide every stick of yours.”

“you ass, you wouldn’t.”

“watch me,” jack says, throwing another red shell at luke and luke gets mad and the two start arguing again. jack ends up winning in the end and luke crosses his arms, pouting.

“don’t pout just because you lost, moose. who’s the sore loser now?” jack sticks his tongue out at luke and luke gets up to chase him, which makes jack take off sprinting.

“how do you live with them?” quinn shrugs

“they become background noise after a while.” i then look at quinn and he’s already looking at me.

“want to 1v1?”

“against you? no thank you” i gasp

“what is that supposed to mean?”

“you become terrifying when you get in the zone.” i roll my eyes

“you’re over-exaggerating my competitiveness, hughes.”

“y/n… you threatened to suffocate luke in his sleep if he killed you again in call of duty.”

“to be fair, he was targeting specifically me!” quinn rolls his eyes

“excuses, excuses, excuses.” luke then comes back into the room and plops down beside me, huffing.

“hey little hughesy,” i ruffle his hair.

“i’m taller than you, y/n.”

“hey! this isn’t about me.” he shakes his head, leaning against me.

“where’s jack?” i ask him

“locked himself in the bathroom.” quinn and i laugh and then luke perks up, looking at me.

“i’ve been meaning to tell you something.” this piques my interest and i turn to face him.

“i’m all ears.”

“there’s this girl i’ve been seeing and i want you to meet her first. i trust your opinion.” quinn gasps

“you’ve been seeing someone?” luke shrugs

“this is a new type of betrayal,” quinn mumbles.

“anyways, can you do that for me?” i nod and he gets excited

“okay great! what would you guys do anyways?”

“we could go to the mall?” he pulls out his phone and types away and then pockets it.

“okay, just texted her asking if she’d like to go shopping saturday.” we all go back to just lounging before i speak up again.

“luke, am i really competitive?”

“oh god yes.”

“see,” quinn says pointedly and i cross my arms, frowning.

saturday arrived sooner than expected and i’m at the mall waiting with luke for the girl.

“there she is,” he nudges me with his shoulder and he nods towards a blonde girl heading our way.

“hi lukey,” she says, giving him a hug. he gives her one back, and when they pull apart, she looks at me. she does a once-over and looks back at luke.

“who’s this?”

“this is y/n, my brother’s girlfriend. she’s the one that’s going to be shopping with you today.” she smiles and nods sweetly.

“okay. i’m sure we’ll have plenty of fun.” luke smiles and kisses her forehead, waving bye. when he’s gone, she drops her smile and turns on her heel, walking in the opposite direction of where luke left. i follow her and we go into some really nice store.

“so… how’d you and luke meet?” she skims through the rack, picking out a dress and holding it up, looking at it, and then hanging it over her arm.

“a hockey game.” she says in a disinterested tone, picking out some more clothes to try on. she then stops what she’s doing and turns around to look at me.

“are you going to keep following me like you’re my mom or something?” i’m taken back by her tone and my guard instantly goes up. i cross my arms

“the point of shopping with someone is to stick together, right?” i sass back. she rolls her eyes and turns back around, getting some more clothes to try on. i sit in one of the chairs, scrolling through my phone as she tries on her clothes. when she exits, she has everything she wants to keep on her arm and then we head to checkout.

“how long have you and luke been together?” i ask her as we leave the store, heading to another one.

“why should i know?”

“because you’re dating him?” we walk into pacsun and scan around the items of clothing before she sighs.

“he keeps up with that stuff, not me. i’m honestly only with him to get closer to his brother jack.” i pull the girl over to the changing rooms and some people look at us weird, so i use a cover up.

“oh my gosh girl, look at these dresses over here!” when we’re out of ear shot from people, i point a finger at her.

“listen here blondie, what you’re doing is fucking wrong. you’re not cute, you’re a bitch. luke really likes you and you’re taking advantage of that. so what we’re going to do, is leave this store empty-handed and we’re going to go back to luke’s place and you’re going to tell him everything. or so help me fucking god, i will drag your bottle blonde ass by your outdated hair extensions. capeesh?” she nods frantically and we leave the store, heading out the mall and to her car.

“keys.” i open my hand and she gives me her car keys and i slide in the drivers side, making my way to the hughes’ residence. when we get there, i tell her to stay in the car and i walk up to the door, heading inside.

“luke!” i call out and he comes down the stairs.

“back so soon?” i nod my head to the door and he follows me outside. i gesture the girl to come out the car and she does.

“now tell him.” i cross my arms and she looks at me.

“you can go inside,” she says and i shake my head.

“uh uh. you either tell him in front of me or i’ll tell him.”

“tell me what? what’s going on?” luke looks between both of us and the girl places her hands on her hips.

“luke, im only with you because of your brother. i wanted to get closer to him.” she then looks at me “happy?” luke is frozen in place and he clenches jaw.

“leave. i don’t want to see your face ever again.” she rolls her eyes and gets in her car, driving off. as soon as she’s out of sight, luke engulfs me in a hug, sobbing.

“i’m so sorry. you don’t deserve that.” quinn and jack then come outside and look at the two of us, brows furrowed.

“i’ll explain later,” i mouth to them and they nod.

“come on you giant, let’s head back inside where it’s warmer.” i feel him nod and we pull apart. he wipes his eyes and we walk back inside, making our way to the living room. he sits down on the couch and i take a seat beside him.

“i can’t believe she would do that. i thought finally, someone actually liked me for me.”

“there’s plenty of other fish in the box, yeah?” he lets out a teary chuckle

“the box?” i nod

“i hate the ocean, so the box it is.” a small smile is on his face and i nudge his shoulder.

“one day, you’re going to find the perfect person and they’re going to love you and your horrible mario kart skills.” he laughs and i smile “and they’re going to think about how lucky they are to have someone like you in their life. it may take time, but it’ll be worth it.” he nods and i give him a hug.

“you’re a sweet guy, moose. don’t let anyone treat you otherwise.” i get up, figuring he’d like some time to just think and i head into the kitchen where jack and quinn are listening at. quinn opens his arms for me and i walk into them. he rests his chin on top of my head and rubs my back.

“i love how much you care about my family,” quinn whispers and i softly smile against his chest.

“yeah, well, nobody hurts little hughesy and gets away with it.” he laughs

“okay mrs ‘i’ll suffocate you in your sleep.’” i playfully hit him and that just results in him wrapping his arms around me tighter. we sway slightly in the middle of the kitchen, looking into one another’s eyes.

“i love you. so so much.”

“and i love you.” he gives me a kiss and i hear gagging. i flip off jack from behind quinn’s back and i can hear his footsteps walking away.

tags: @goldenbrokenheart @woodruff-edwards @marsthehockeywhore @panarin10 @hughesx3 @jayda12 @theywantedplayer @austinbutlerscaresme @jackhues @jackhughesily @babydollmarauders @equallyshaw

a/n: poor luke ):

#quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes #nhl hockey #nhl #vancouver canucks

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themultifandomgal · 2 months

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From 2010- Modest Management Suck

2012

Part 20

“We’re about to go out and do some signing” Harry says to the camera

“We’re at Natick Mall in Boston. It’s gonna be really fun, we’ve heard there’s loads and loads of people and we’re very very excited” Niall says as I laugh at Louis pretending to walk down stairs behind us

“Let’s go!” Liam and Harry shout at the same time. We stand behind a door waiting for it to open

“Anyone else feeling nervous?” I ask feeling a slight tingling in my toes and fingers. I can also feel my heart racing

“It’s excitement, you’ll be fine” I hear Richard say. Nodding my head I watch the doors open and I put a smile on my face. I walk behind Harry and in front of Niall just trying to focus on my breathing as we walk through the Mall where so many people are screaming. We all sit down shocked that this many people have come out to see us. The security then let the fans in small groups come over to us. We sigh the books that we had released late last year.

Throughout the whole time I try to keep smiling and my heart racing at bay, but I can always count on my boys for noticing when somethings off. So when we have a little break for something to eat I sit down on the sofa breathing in deeply

“What’s up?” Louis asks frowning as he sits next to me

“I don’t know, my chest hurts” I almost sob “I- I can’t stop shaking, but I’m not cold I’m really warm”

“Paul I don’t think YN should go back out there” Liam says

“No, but Simon…”

“Fuck Simon and what he says” Niall says sitting on my other side

“She’s going out there even if I have to drag her out there” Richard crosses his arms

“Look at her, she can barley breathe” Paul defends

“I think this is makin’ her worse” Harry kneels down and takes a shaking hand in his and gives it a squeeze of reassurance

“She’s going out there and that’s final” with that Richard leaves the room

“Hey jus’ look at me and breath with me” I try to match Harry’s breathing to calm myself down.

Another day another performance. This time is for the Today Show. We arrive on a bus which stops at the Rockefeller Plaza. We all jump off and run to the stage as music is already playing

“New York City make some noise!” Harry yells into his microphone. Immediately WMYB starts playing

“You're insecure, don't know what for. You're turnin' heads when you walk through the door. Don't need makeup to cover up. Bein' the way that you are is enough” Liam starts singing. Harry then turns to look at me and gives me a little encouraging smile since I’ve been feeling so worried and stressed recently

“Everyone else in the room can see it. Everyone else but you”

We all sing the chorus, then it’s Zayn’s turn then mine

“I don't know why you're being shy and turn away when I look into your eyes”…

“One Directions first album has hit number 1 in 6 countries and they could make it 7 this week when Up All Night is released here in the United States. One Direction is Zayn Malik, Niall Horan, Harry Styles, Liam Payne, Louis Tomlinson and YN YLN. Good morning guys”

“Morning” we all say in unison

“What do you like best about American girls?” the interviewer asks and I roll my eyes at the question. I then spot Richard off to the side shaking his head at me

“They’re very very loud” Liam says which causes everyone to scream

“YN what’s it like for you? Your living every girls dream right now being close to these boys all of the time”

“Your right I am living my dream, but it’s being on stage and singing. I’m just lucky I get to do that with these guys I can call family” I reply

“What’s the best and worst part of this sudden fame?”

“I think for me and I know these guys will probably agree, but I’ve made 5 best friends” Zayn says “the only down side would be that we don’t get to see our friends and family as much” or that our every move is controlled, is what I would love to have added on. We continue on the interview and sing a few more songs.

I stand next to Louis and Harry while our choreographer puts us in our places for rehearsals for the Kids Choice Awards

“I want YN and Zayn to switch” Richard says hands on his hips “we can’t afford more cheating rumours so during this song you have to stay away from each other”

“And what happens when the press say YN and Liam are dating or YN and Niall?” Zayn asks

“We will deal with that if it happens. Harry I’m looking into getting you and Taylor Swift together. Boots both of your careers”

“Are you serious?” Zayn raises his eyebrow “this is ridiculous” he huffs

“Simons wishes, keep rehearsing” Richard then leaves us to carry on rehearsals. I take in a deep breath just as I feel an arm around my shoulder. I look up to see Zayn

“I know, me to” neither Zayn or I have ever liked Richard, but we’ve always tried to keep the peace but it’s getting harder and harder.

#harry styles x y/n #harry styles x you #harry styles x reader #harry styles x oc #harry styles imagine #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles #6th one direction member #sixth one direction member #one direction x reader #one direction

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eboshishusbandwinkwink · 3 months

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Billy Hargrove x scary!gn!reader

Warning(s): racism, general bullying,

Also: I changed this a little so that Billy survived, they kinda left Neil behind somewhere, and he lives w Max and her mom now soOo. He's still kinda a shithead tho cuz old habits die hard.

Summary: You're new in town and boy did you get a reputation quickly. Almost quicker than Billy and he did not like that.

Feel free to request:

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You had moved to Hawkins just the day before. You hadn't even talked to anyone besides your parents yet, but people already knew who you were.

(Y/n) (L/n), the new person who came from a place near Texas and moved to Hawkins from there thanks to some things going on back there.

You had lots of things going on in Texas. You fought with people, yelled a lot, were scary to most people, and just hated being in school, always arguing with teachers too.

But that wasn't why you had moved here. Your mother had chosen to move here since it was closer to your father's workplace. Not because of the fights you'd been in.

A sigh escaped you as you closed the door to your new room. You moved inside and decided to get changed.

You threw on some long, black denim pants before you pulled out a shirt from one of the many boxes. It was also black with 'Metallica' printed on it in red.

You stood at the window and looked outside. That's where you saw a blue Chevrolet 1979 Z/28 Camaro driving up to the house across from you. A girl with curly red hair got out, yelling something to the car before she closed the door and ran to the house.

The next person to get out was a man with blonde, even curlier hair. It was a dirty blonde. He also had a small beard just above his nose.

Your whole body felt cold when he looked up at you. You frowned lightly before you took a step away from the window.

"The fuck...", you mumbled to yourself before standing in front of your mirror to brush your hair. You sighed as you looked at yourself, turning slightly to see if anything was dirty.

It wasn't.

You made your way downstairs and went to put in your shoes. "I'm going on a walk."

Your mother came to you before looking at you with a bit of worry. "Like... like that? Are you sure? (Y/n), you already don't have a good reputation."

You looked up at your mother with a slight frown. "Leave me alone. It's not my fault that they all are assholes."

Your mother was quiet before she nodded and whispered a soft 'okay' before you made your way outside.

Exploring Hawkins wasn't exactly interesting. The shops were pretty boring at the Starcrout mall, and the school or community pool weren't exactly something for you either.

You looked around in front of Starcourt, arms crossing since you didn't exactly see anything you really liked. You preferred Texas over this and not just a bit.

You were pulled out of your little headspace when someone ran into you and pushed you forward lightly.

You turned around to see a brown haired boy who was much shorter than you were. "Watch where you walk.", he said to you as he laughed together with his friends.

You clenched your jaw, but let it be, taking in a deep breath to calm your nerves. You didn't need to disappoint your mom on your second day in Hawkins.

You walked off and eventually found your way to the lake in Hawkins. And finally you had found a place that was calm and quiet.

You smiled lightly and walked to the lake, pulling off your shoes to touch the water with your feet. "Finally."

Ever since that happened, it'd been a week. You finally had your first day in school and boy were you horrified.

It wasn't that you were scared of the people. You just weren't entirely ready to take anyone. You would fight if necessary, of course, but you hoped and prayed that you could control yourself enough so it won't happen. After all, it'd only worry your parents more.

You took a deep breath as you stepped out of the car, though you were stopped by your mom saying your name.

"(Y/n)... have fun. And... don't let anyone provoke you, okay?", she said. You looked at her for a moment before nodding softly. "I won't, thanks, mom."

She nodded and gave you a small wave before you closed the car door and walked towards the school. It wasn't a very tall building, as it had only one floor and the basement. But you already knew that.

You checked the paper in your hands for the room and then made your way to look for it. And you found it, but in front of it stood two boy and a girl.

The girl was the one you'd seen getting out of the car the day you properly moved in. One of the boys was the one you ran into at Starcourt who told you to watch where you're going.

The third one was unfamiliar to you. He had dark skin and black hair with brown eyes. It almost looked like he was trying to protect the girl.

You walked a little slower to listen in on the conversation, even if it wasn't entirely a good idea since eavesdropping wasn't exactly nice.

"Oh shut up, Mayfield. Lucas asked for it. Not my fault his parents didn't stay where they came from.", the boy who'd ran into you said. That statement by itself already made your blood boil.

"And don't try to fight me on it. Your brother can't defend you here, little girl.", he continued and by then you stood by then and cleared your throat. "I have to go through."

All three of them looked at you. You first looked at the girl, then at the boy. The brunette eyed you up and down before scoffing softly. "You're that guy from starcourt."

You took a deep breath and looked at him. "Yes, I am. But I still need to go through. I want to get to class."

He laughed softly and stepped up to you. "Do you even know who you're talking to?"

You looked into his eyes, with nothing but emptiness within your own. No fear, no anger, no worry, no sadness. Not even happiness. Just pure nothing. "No, but I don't care either. Let me pass and leave the damn kids alone."

The boy was shocked at how monotone your voice was but it didn't take him long to just walk off to his own class.

You rolled your eyes but as you were about to go past them the girl stood in front of you. You looked at her confused and raised a brow. "Yes?"

She sighed softly and looked at the boy who you learned was called Lucas before looking back at you. "Thanks."

You looked at her for a few seconds before giving a small smile. "No problem."

The day went by pretty calmly. No one started a fight with you, and no one tried to bother you. That was until the lunch break came.

You took your food and made your way into the hall, looking around if there were any free tables, but there really weren't. You stopped when you saw the girl from earlier look your way and wave at you.

You sighed and made your way over, greeting her with a small wave and she smiled lightly. "Guys. This is (Y/n). They're really cool. Right, Lucas?"

She looked at the male beside her, who nodded lightly. "And super scary." She nudged him lightly, but you only laughed at this. "I'm only scary if the person deserves to be scared."

Eventually, everyone introduced themselves to you. You sat by them and ate while listening to them talk. You found what they said to be very interesting.

They first talked about what kinds of music they listened to, so you pretty much knew all their music tastes. Then it went over to free time activities, so you were pretty informed on that part, too.

You soon finished eating and brought your stuff away. As you were returning to the group, you suddenly felt something wet spread all over your head and down to your pants.

You turned to see the guy from earlier again, but this time, he had a bottle of mountain dew in his hands. Soft gasps and loud laughs were heard as you clenched your teeth harshly.

You took off the rings you wore to make it fair. "You motherfucker.", was all you said before you stepped towards him and punched him straight in the face.

He stumbled back before he went in to attack you, too, launching a strong punch against your stomach. You coughed for a moment before jumping at him and pushing him down onto the floor.

The two of you wrestled with one another before you were finally pulled apart by some teachers. By then, both your nodes were bloody, and he had a black eye from you. You also had several bruises and scratches on you.

Both of you were taken to the principals office, and after everything was talked through, you were allowed to leave. Aka you had to go home while the school called your parents. But you didn't.

Instead, you sat yourself at a sunny spot by the school and relaxed a little while drinking some of the tea you'd brought from Texas.

After a while of sitting there, you heard the bells ring and decided to pack up and make your way home.

As you were packing up, Max spotted you and decided to run towards you. "(Y/n)! What happened? You were gone and suddenly I see you beating Jason up like he insulted your family."

You stood slowly as you looked at her, throwing your bag over your shoulder to carry it. The two of you walked towards the parking spots slowly. "It's... well... He didn't exactly insult me. He decided to pour a bottle of mountain dew over me. Now I'm all bloody and sticky." You complained softly, not really caring about the bloody part since that was your fault and you were used to it already.

Max nodded softly and pat your shoulder as she smiled. "It'll be okay. Next time just tell one of us, okay?"

You laughed and looked at her. "And what are you gonna do? Fight him for me? No way."

She chuckled softly. The girl looked towards a car, that blue camaro, before she looked at you. "You live across from us, right? Need a ride?"

You thought for a moment before nodding softly. "I'd love a ride. But maybe asked the person who's driving first."

Max sighed and nodded lightly. "Wait right here."

You nodded at her command and waited patiently as she walked to the car and spoke to the guy leaning on it. It was the guy you'd made eye contact with that day you first slept here.

He really has beautiful eyes. You thought as you stared at the two. You quickly looked away, though, when said male looked your way as if he wanted to kill you.

Him and Max seemed to argue for a moment before she walked towards you again and grabbed the sleeve of your shirt. "Cmon. Since you live across from us, he said it's cool as long as nothing gets dirty."

You looked down at yourself before looking at her again. "If I bleed on something, I'll clean it up. I promise."

You both laughed before making your way towards the car again.

Max sat in the back with you, laughing and talking to you. You tried to be as calm about it as possible, but the eye contact you had with her brother now and then made your guts twist in a weird way.

Once you were there, all of you got out of the car. You said thanks before giving Max a small side hug and then making your way over to your house. You unlocked the door and got inside.

You had exactly a second to breathe before your mother came running to you, clearly worried. "Oh baby!" She went to hug you tightly.

You turned your head away and sighed. "Mom, please..."

"What happened? The school said you were let off early. Why are you here so late? And why are you so sticky? Is it all the blood?"

You sighed and took your mother's hands. "Mom." , you started sternly so she'd listen. "I came home a little latet because I wanted to take a break before walking home. My friend offered that her brother could take me home too."

You paused for a moment before continuing. "During lunch break a guy poured mountain dew over me to annoy me and I lost it. So no, the blood isn't what's making me sticky. It's the drink that got poured over me."

Your mother seemed to relax just mildly as she gently held your hands close. "I'm so sorry, (N/n). Go take a shower and get changed, okay? I'll take care of your bruises afterwards."

You nodded softly and went upstairs to your room. You put your things away before taking a towel and going to take a shower in the bathroom that was right next to your own.

You hurried up to get yourself clean before you made your way back to your room, wrapped up tightly in the towel.

You walked up to your window to close the curtains but stopped for a moment when you saw Maxs' brother, standing at his window without really doing anything beside smoking.

You frowned lightly. And again, it happened. You noticed your stare and looked up at you. This time, you didn't look away.

You stared at each other for a minute, then two and then three. At first the stare was cold, from both sides, but eventually both of your stares went soft since glaring at someone was kinda annoying and hurt eventually.

You shrieked when your door opened and your mom came in. You closed the curtains before breathing out. "Mooom!! You scared me!"

Later that day, your mom came into your room while you were reading wuietly to yourself. She smiled at you before speaking up. "Hey, angel. There's someone at the door for you."

You raised a brow at her and stood up to go downstairs. At the door, you saw Max, smiling when she saw you.

"Hi, Max."

"Hi! So... we're meeting up at Steves place. Wanna come along?"

You thought for a moment, seeing her brother sitting in the car. You swallowed before leaning towards Max lightly. "Is he coming along?" You asked as you nudged your head towards him.

Max looked at her brother before nodding. "Yeah, Billy is coming along. But only because the adults get to drink alcohol."

You laughed softly and raised a brow. "Really? Wow, how nice. Well... sure. I'll come along. Give me a few minutes, I need to get ready."

She nodded and went to the car, where she got inside and spoken to her brother.

After about 10 minutes, you looked at yourself in the mirror. Your hair looked the same it always did but you wore somewhat different clothing today.

Of course, you stayed all black, but your jeans were extra tight, and your shirt was a little shorter than usual. And on top of that, you took a grew hanky, which you put into your back packet happily, simply because you'd seen Eddie do it and it looked cool.

You were also aware of the meaning, but your pansexual ass could not care any less who comes to flirt with you. As long as they're old enough and kind, you were happy.

You quickly picked up some things you needed before saying bye to your parents. "I don't know when I'll be back, but if I stay at someone else's, I'll call."

After that, you ran to Billys car and went to sit in the back, again together with Max.

"Everyone ready now?", Billy asked, and you could feel your body growing goosebumps from how hot his voice sounded.

"Yes."

"Took long enough."

At Steves house, you were welcomed by music playing from inside. It wasn't the usual booming music from these parties around Hawkins. Instead it was rather nice music. Actually good music.

You followed Max and Billy inside, greeting everyone before sitting with the older people. This included Steve, Billy, Eddie, Nancy, and Robin. Later on, you found out that Jonathan would join some time later since he still had something to do.

You guys were in a separate room, but now and then, someone went to check on the kids. Especially when they went quiet.

Around 10 pm, some kids were asleep, others just had some small talk. By then, you already had one or two beers and weren't exactly steady on your feet anymore.

You were pretty sensitive to alcohol so it was no wonder. When the others went to swim in the pool, you sat at the edge, only being allowed to stay with someone at your side.

Steve said he'd watch you for a while, holding you up and talking to you to make sure you wouldn't feel alone or anything like that.

"So, I'm sorry, but I just can't not ask. These rumors about why you moved here. Are they true?", he asked to which you shook your head.

"Nope. I moved here because of my dad. Not cuz I got kicked outta school.", you murmured softly as you looked at the male in the water. "My dad got a new workplace, and Texas is too far away, and Hawkins was the closest without being too expensive."

Steve nodded softly as he moved out to sit beside you. "I see. Well... it was pretty cool how you beat up Jason."

You smiled and nodded lightly. "Thanks."

The two of you were intruppted by Billy approaching the two of you. He pat Steves shoulder before sighing. "Your boyfriend is in desperate need of you."

Steve laughed and got up slowly. "Alright. Be nice to them, Billy.", he said before walking off to where Eddie was.

For a few minutes, the two of you were quiet until you spoke up, without thinking of what the consequences might be. "You have pretty eyes. They remind me of salt water. And my favorite pool back in Texas."

Billy looked over at you with a slight red hue on his cheeks before he scoffed softly. "Well... yours aren't as bad either. Pretty soft for someone who's feared everywhere."

You cackled at what he said, not even knowing why you found it to be so funny. "Well...", you looked at him. "I do go soft for certain people."

The two of you looked at each other for a moment. It took a moment for you both to get soft again, but it happened. This expression of pure adoration in eachothers eyes.

"You're not as scary as people say you are."

"Neither are you."

And at that moment, something in your chest twisted and made you feel all warm inside. You had no idea what it was and why it was there, but you didn't complain. You liked it.

"I like you.", you said as you tilted your head lightly.

Billy laughed and looked away again. This time, he was more than red. "I like you too."

#stranger things #stranger things x reader #x reader #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove #jargyle #ronance #steddie

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seat-safety-switch · 11 months

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My ass remains glued to the Huangshan Corporation Pee Pee Poo Poo My First Big-Kid Potty. This is as much out of necessity as principle: this Target has decided to restrict their public washroom to “paying customers,” whatever that is. I call it classism, which is why I am sweating out the last of the norovirus here in Aisle 56, having only had a split second to remove the plastic shitter from the middle of the display shelf.

This is not a dignified part of my existence, I realize with some shame, and make a mental note never to mention it in my memoirs. Excluding this information is somewhat easy at the moment, as my memoirist is conveniently away at the Uncle Pretzel stand on the other side of the mall. They are interrogating the operators as to exactly why the salt distribution is uneven, in a flagrant violation of the NIST 337-05 Standard for Soft Pretzel Construction.

Relief comes. I have a moment of clear-headed lucidity ahead of me, probably just enough to get to the car and go home before the next wave of The Bad Shit strikes. A wiser man would have taken advantage of it. A better man would probably have even bought the potty he just defiled, saving the employees from having to deal with the issue. This man, as you are no doubt aware, instead walks the potty to the manager’s office, taking careful note to avoid the security cameras, and leaves it outside the door. Years of watching buzzy VHS transfers of business training videos during my forced therapy sessions have taught me that is what management is supposed to do, handling the difficult and ambiguous problems of work life.

“Sam” (their current name, unless you’re a cop, in which case this name has conveniently changed and it’s time for you to ask about it at the courthouse, officer,) returns from the food-stand interrogation and spots me coming out of the Employees Only Hallway. They know exactly what’s going on, and although I have doubts about their ability to manipulate the Volare in such a way that it will make the car start and reliably shift into forward drive, has already begun crossing the parking lot, the Drivers’ Glare in their eyes.

“Dude, I told you not to drink that 75W90,” they tell me minutes later on the freeway. Sam is doing a buck-eighty, weaving between lanes, as my ass hangs out the rear passenger-side window (which, like the other windows in my daily driver, don’t roll down, but that’s okay, because it is also missing.) Like I said, a boring part of the memoir. Editor will cut it out right away.

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mrs-gucci · 2 years

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𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘰𝘯 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

anonymous

Hello, lovely girl ♥ Can I please request smutty Steve Harrington x reader fic, where he is trying to seduce her for weeks, because he really likes her. She wants him too, but she is afraid that she would become just another notch on his bedpost. It all changes one day when she sees him in his Ahoy uniform and can't take her eyes off him. She quickly tries to hide the fact that she finds him sexy as hell in that outfit, but it's too late…

hello lovely! I like this a lot and I hope you enjoy what I came up with! this is my first ST request so I’m especially excited :)

requests for ST characters (steve & eddie) are open. check out this post for more details!!

warnings. smut!! (public stuff), some fluff, steve’s pining HARD, this is a safe space to thirst over steve’s legs and we do be doin’ it in this fic, back of the movie theater smut, thigh grinding, handjob, light use of ‘y/n’ (not in the smut parts).

word count: 2k

** steve is absolutely taken with you, so much so that he’s sworn to ask you out every single time he sees you until you say yes. who knew his scoops ahoy sailor uniform would be the thing that gets your ‘yes’...and much, much more. **

|| 𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖛𝖊 𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖙𝖔𝖓 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 || || 𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖙𝖆𝖌𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 ||

Steve grins ear-to-ear when he spots you across the mall, talking and laughing with your friends. He quickly darts out from behind the counter, telling Robin that he’s taking his break now, which she tries to protest but he’s already out the door by the time she reacts.

He smooths his hair out as he makes his way across the mall, accidentally running into more than a couple folks as he does so. You start to walk away and he quickly calls your name, offering you one of his award winning smiles as he closes the distance between you two.

“Y/N! Hey!”

Your eyes widen for a second as you take in his appearance. You had no idea he worked here, and you certainly didn’t know that he had a uniform involving shorts--

“Steve, hey. Um, what...” you lose your train of thought for a moment when your eyes trail down to his uniform shorts again. “What are you doing here...?”

Did he see that correctly? Did you just...check him out?

God, he’s been trying to hook up with you for weeks and you’ve given him absolutely nothing. Hell, he promised to ask you out every single time he sees you. He’s asked you out about half a dozen times, pulling out all his best moves, and you’ve said no each and every time.

But he could’ve sworn that you totally just checked him out. Who knew the sailor’s uniform would be the thing to get your attention?

“Oh, I actually work here now.” he points to Scoops Ahoy. “Hence the cheesy sailor uniform. Company policy is a real drag.”

You hum, laughing softly and trying not to look down again. “Yeah, but I mean, at least you know what you’re gonna wear everyday.”

He laughs, crossing his arms casually.

“That is true, I guess. I totally ditched the weird sailor hat they made us wear. It totally blew my best feature.” he gestures to his hair, which makes you laugh. He smiles, loving it when he manages to make you laugh.

An awkward silence lingers between you two for a moment before he clears his throat, shoving his hands down into the pockets of his shorts.

“Soooo, I believe I promised that each time I saw you this week, I’d ask you to go out with me.” he smiles. “What are my odds of you saying yes this time? Just wondering how close I’m getting here to convincing you...”

Normally, you’d say no, as you have in the past. You don’t want to just be another notch on his bedpost. But now that he’s standing here, looking like the cutest and sexiest sailor of all time...

“Sure, why not?”

“I’m not trying to -- wait, what? Really?” he perks up like a little puppy. “You’ll go out with me?”

You nod. “...As long as you’ll wear that uniform to our date.”

He smirks, laughing softly. “Whatever it takes, beautiful. What are you doing tomorrow night? I get off work around nine. Maybe we could catch a late movie?”

“Sounds good to me. I’ll see you around nine tomorrow. Should I meet you at...” you look over his shoulder. “Scoops Ahoy?”

“Perfect. I’ll see you then.”

When you get to the mall, it’s packed and rocking. All the stores are overflowing with shoppers and the food court is nearly full. You head over to Scoops Ahoy and smile when you see Steve being his naturally flirty self with some young ladies at the counter.

He looks way too good in that stupid, cheesy sailor uniform. His thighs and calves are on display, there’s just a hint of chest hair popping out from above his striped t-shirt when he bends over, his legs...yes, you already mentioned it but you’re mentioning it again because HIS LEGS.

“Hey!” Steve’s face lights up when he looks up and sees you, jogging out from behind the counter. His eyes run up and down your figure for a moment. “Wow, you look really good.”

You smile, cheeks warming. “Thanks. So do you.”

He laughs. “Yeah, the cheesy-ass uniform is a real looker, huh?”

“Mmhmm,” your eyes roam his figure for a second. “So, are you ready to go?”

“Yeah, yeah! Let me just finish up with the customers I just totally abandoned when I came over here and then I’ll be good to go.”

You nod, smiling and propping yourself against one of the empty tables as you wait for him to finish up. He tends to the group of now slightly jealous girls and the heads in the back for a bit.

The two of you head off to the movie theater in the mall and although you tried, Steve insisted on paying for the tickets and movie snacks. You decide on seeing ‘Back to the Future’ and after getting some sodas and popcorn, you head to theater 4.

Luckily, you’ve managed to avoid most of the previews so the movie starts pretty much right after you two settle into the back of the theater. Apparently, Steve’s already seen it but he claims he doesn’t remember most of it.

It’s pretty good, but the up-close view of Steve’s thighs is even better and it’s fully occupying your attention. He notices, about half an hour in, that you’re not really paying much attention to the flick. You’re looking at him.

His hand casually slides over to just above your knee and rests there for a bit before giving your skin a casual squeeze. You look up and he smiles softly, still looking at the screen.

“You like the uniform, don’t you?” he asks quietly. Your eyes widen and he laughs. “Please, I know why you finally agreed to go out with me. It doesn’t take a super genius to figure it out.”

You’re stuck between being speechless and being embarrassed. “Steve, that’s not why--”

“I don’t mind, Y/N.” he says, looking over at your slightly dumbfounded expression. “I really don’t.”

“Well, I like you for other reasons too, but...”

He smiles. “But the uniform was what tipped the scales for you.”

“...” your cheeks are burning hot. “I-It certainly contributed to it.”

“What about it do you like?”

You look over at him again, biting the inside of your lip. “You seriously wanna know?”

“Of course.” Steve nods without hesitation. “Why wouldn’t I? I want to know what turns you on.”

“I’m not telling you, that’s so weirdddd,” you laugh awkwardly.

He nudges you. “Just tell me.”

You bite your lip. “You’re gonna think I’m so weird.”

“Okay, how about I move my finger down my body and you tap me when I reach the part?”

You agree and he starts at his neck, moving his finger down. He pauses at his crotch area for a comically long amount of time and you chuckle, still not tapping him. His eyebrows raise and he finally moves his finger down to his thighs. You tap him, then, and he pauses, brows furrowing.

“Really? My legs?”

“I told you you’d think I’m weird!!” you whisper-yell, giving him a playful smack.

“No, no, I’m just surprised. That’s not usually the part of me that girls are turned on by.” he laughs quietly, then taps his lap. “Well, if thats what you want, then come on over.”

Shyly and quietly, you set the tub of popcorn aside and get onto his lap. You settle on his thighs, facing him. He hums, hands resting on your hips.

“Well? Go ahead.”

Your eyebrows furrow softly and you look at him with a confused expression. He carefully brings his hands around to your ass, pulling you forward on his thighs before pushing you back again, allowing you to feel the friction that motion creates.

Oh. That’s what he meant.

“Promise me one thing,” you whisper, moving up and down his thigh. “This isn’t just another notch on your belt. Promise me that this is gonna be more than that.”

He smiles, reaching up to cup your cheek gently. “Now that I’ve got you, I don’t plan on letting you go so soon, beautiful.”

Hearing that and seeing the genuine feeling behind his eyes is all the reassurance you need. You scoot over a little bit so you’re mainly resting on one of his thighs, then continue your motions, chewing at your lip to stay quiet.

The friction is so, so good, the fabric of your shorts and panties rubbing right up against the sensitive bud between your legs. Meanwhile, Steve’s already throbbing hard under his sailor shorts, erection pressing uncomfortably against the restrictive fabric.

His hands grip your thighs, encouraging your movements on his thigh. He flexes his muscle to help you along and you nearly gasp out loud at the difference it makes.

“Shit, Steve,” you lean in, mouth at his ear. “‘m gonna cum soon, this feels so good...”

Steve groans softly, kissing at your neck and throat. “Go ahead, beautiful. Cum on my thigh like the good girl I know you are.”

It’s not long before you’re coming, a soft orgasm washing over you as you hump his thigh desperately. He can feel the hot wetness seeping through the crotch of your denim shorts and it earns you a little grunt from between his reddened lips.

Once you’ve ridden out your high, literally, you pant softly as you look at him. Your eyes travel down to the very obvious bulge in his shorts and he blushes, shifting slightly.

“Y’know, you don’t have to -- mmm.”

Your hand runs over his clothed erection and his hips buck up instinctively, searching for your touch. You smirk softly and begin palming him over his uniform bottoms, enjoying how reactive he is to your touch.

His hand suddenly grabs your wrist and you look at him. His eyes have darkened and he’s tense, jaw clenched in order to stay quiet.

“If you keep going, I’m gonna cum in my shorts. I don’t think I’d ever hear the end of it from Robin if I show back up with a big ass stain on my crotch.” he says, chuckling softly.

You smile, carefully pulling him out from beneath his shorts and continue your stroking, spitting a bit on his cock to help your hand glide more smoothly. He’s grunting and groaning under his breath, head tipping back in pleasure.

He’s close, you can tell, and before he even manages to say the words, you’re on your knees and taking his head between your lips, sucking gently while you continue stroking him.

Steve’s eyes roll back in his head and he lets out a soft gasp as his climax hits like a ton of bricks. He ruts up into your mouth softly, jaw slacked.

“Fuuuuck...Jeeesus...”

Thank god the movie’s action sequence is loud because if it wasn’t, you two would’ve gotten caught red-handed. You swallow his spend with no problem, then lean back and catch your breath. Steve does the same, tucking himself away while riding out the tail end of his orgasm.

You get back up on your chair and look over at Steve. He looks at you and quickly leans in for a deep kiss, groaning softly when he tastes your spend on your tongue.

“You. Are. Amazing.” he breathes, smiling against your lips.

“I can’t believe I waited so long to agree to go on a date with you,” you tease. “We could’ve been doing this shit for the past few weeks.”

He smiles. “Yes, you’re a stubborn ass. I’ll accept an apology in the form of another blowjob.”

“Oh, stop it,” you laugh, shoving him playfully, shaking your head.

His eyes remain on you and he can’t manage to take them off you. You look back over at him and smile. “What?”

“Nothing. You’re just really beautiful.”

Your cheeks heat up and you bite your lip, trying to mask your smile. It doesn’t succeed. You kiss him again and he instantly deepens the embrace, cupping your cheek. Neither of you are even giving the movie a second thought.

“Mm. What do you say we continue this date at my place?”

You smirk. “Why wait so long? The mall has bathrooms...”

Steve grins and grabs your hand, pulling you up out of your seat.

“That’s my girl.”

(I, regrettably, can’t remember where I found the bat divider. if anyone knows who made it, please let me know so I can give them credit!)

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bubbl3sworld · 2 years

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Friendly Conversation {Hopper x F!Sinclair! Reader}

Authors Note: Honestly this is just me having Daddy issues, I’m so sorry. I just started Stranger Things.

This contains: Age gap, Stalking, slight paranoia, literally slight realism of a cop being a cop, Don’t read if you don’t like cops being dickheads.

Jim Hopper knows he’s a shit cop, he gets way to much credit then he should.

But all he knows is that he’s better then the rest of his department and that’s all that truly mattered. But that doesn’t explain why he sat in the mall parking lot, staring at the familiar car sitting five spots over. He rolls down his window, tapping his cigarette ash out onto the ground. He had better things to be doing, he got called to the station two hours ago but bluntly blew off the call. His eyes squints as the doors to the movie theatre opened, there she was with the seven teens and her two other friends.

He could hear slight chatter among them, trying his best to make out what they were saying.

“Okay who’s riding with who?” She cocked her head to the side as she began fishing through her purse for her keys. “I got space for, four.” “Me! I call shotgun!” Erica’s hand flew up first, waving it around. “Unfair! She’s still supposed to be in a booster seat!” Lucas argued, nudging his younger sister slightly. “Nuh uh! I don’t need no booster seat! I’d be damned if I gotta sit with you and you’re girlfriend!” “Erica!” Steve exclaimed. “Language!” Erica scoffed and rolled her eyes, crossing her arms.

“Okay, So Erica, Lucas, Max, and…?” “Can I ride with you guys?” Will asked next. “Of course William, Alright my car is filled” The black girl pulled out her keys, twirling them around her finger. “Cmon, we’re gonna follow behind Robin and Steve” The five of them began walking to the car.

Hopper watched from the back of the lot, taking another long drag from the cigarette. He watched as the group separated to get in their cars, he waited until they pulled off far enough to follow.

He knows he’s a piece of shit, he’s not the greatest nor the best. He probably deserves to be ignored by her, but he at least wants to know why this time around. He followed behind her for a bit before cutting on the sirens, putting on his right blinker to signal her to pull over. He could see her angry hand motions in the back window. She pulled over, she stuck her hand out the window to signal the red car to keep going forward.

He pulled behind her, tapping his foot gently on the break before putting his car in park. He was starting to regret doing this, immediately he wanted to pop a u and go back to the station but there was no stopping now. He steps out of the car, flicking the cigarette on the ground and crushing it underneath his boot. He approached the car, placing his arm on top of the roof and leaning down. She lowered her sunglasses to look at the cop, scoffing.

“You look like shit”

“License and Registration please”

“Erica” She held her hand out for her sister, the little girl immediately reached up for the visor to hand off the items to her. She hands the two items to Hopper, slamming them in his hand almost. The man looked at her ID and her paper, he really had no interest but he had to look like he gave a shit. “You know why I pulled you over Y/n?” “You tell me, it’s your job right?” Y/n leaned back in her seat, irritation growing in her eyes. “Y/n…” Lucas mumbled from the backseat, clearly concerned by his sister’s attitude.

“You’re tags expired, and she’s too young to be up front” Hopper said pointing towards Erica. “Well, Jim. I was actually headed to the DMV tomorrow, but I got a feeling you knew that” Hopper and Y/n had an intense stare off, Hopper folded first and turned his head away. “Why don’t you step out the car”

“What?” Erica said leaning forward, immediately latching onto her sister. “She didn’t do anything! Why are you digging for things you can’t even find!” “I’m going to need you to be quiet, you already are getting her into some trouble” “It’s fine Erica” Y/n reassures her sister, gently moving her hand to back to her lap. “I’ll be fine, meanwhile one y’all switch seats with her” Y/n finally stepped out of the car, following Hopper away from her car.

“We need to talk”

“Really Jim? You fucking pull me over when I’m with my siblings?!” Y/n yelled at him when they were behind his van, she was heated at the man. “You fucking lost it” “Watch. Your tone.” He said sternly, his hand rested on his hip, trying to find the right words. “I just, wanted to know if you were alright” Y/n crossed her arms, rolling her eyes as much as she could. “I’m fuckin peachy, well until you pulled me over Hopscotch.” Y/n put her hand on her lip, looking at her other hand that showed off her new set of nails.

Hopper took in her appearance, she had on track suit bottoms with a cropped white tank that was extremely low cut. “Nice set, I pay for those?”

“If that what you want to think James,” Y/n yawned. “What you want, I know you really didn’t pull me over for expired tags” “I…” Hopper paused, trying to find his words. “…Just missed you, wanted to check on you” Y/n fought the urge to giggle in his face, she most definitely didn’t think she’d had the chief of Hawkins hooked on her. She didn’t want to get ahead of herself, she put back up her upset persona. “So you pulled me over with my siblings and their friends in the car?” Jim took off his hat, arching his eyebrow. “Would you rather me showing up at your door?”

“Fair” Y/n tapped her finger against her cheek. “I’m taking you out tonight, be home by eight” Hopper placed his hat back on his head, turning his back to walk towards his driver side. “Don’t make me look around and find you” he said as he opened up his car door and got in. “Okay that’s nice ‘n all, but can I have my documents back?” Y/n walked towards his driver side, leaning on his door. Hopper pulled down his shades and gave her a smirk, holding up her paper and ID. “I think I’ll hold on to this until tonight, so you don’t go forgetting”

Y/n grips her fist as she bit down on her tongue. This man couldn’t be serious! He nodded his head towards her car, “Aren’t you so concerned for your siblings?” He mocked in a low pitch tone. Y/n stared at him for a few seconds before storming off towards her car. She opens her door to get in before slamming it behind her. Hopper kept himself from laughing, letting a slight chuckle slip past his lips. She could be so cute. He takes his car out of park and began to drive around her, staring at the car through his visor before she was finally out of sight.

Y/n sighed angrily as she sat in her car. “What happened! What did he say? Did he give you a ticket-“ “Lucas!!” Y/n shouts, more out of frustration at the situation then her brother. “Not now!” Lucas sunk in the passenger seat, mumbling something under his breath. “I don’t want this being spoken to no one, not even to our parents. Got it?” Y/n looked up at the visor to face her sister in the back seat who nodded almost immediately. She turned to Lucas who rolled his eyes and slowly nodded. “Yes.”

Y/n began driving again to the restaurant, they were at least fifteen minutes late and she knew that Robin was going to have questions. She had to hurry up and make an story so they wouldn’t get suspicious. She pulled into the restaurant parking lot, and much to her ‘excitement’ they stood outside waiting for them. She pulled into the parking spot and parked. Everyone began to get out the car to meet up with the group.

“Hey! What took you dickheads so long!” Dustin waves them over as they began to group up. “Why did the chief pull you over?” “Ah, my tail light” Y/n immediately answered, hoping no one would cross check her. “He let me off with a warning though life is good” “Uh huh…” Robin seemed a bit off about it but shrugged it off. Steve opened up the doors and nodded his head off, “Come on, your lucky the wait was long anyways”

Everyone began to walk into the restaurant, Y/n being the last through the doors. She paused for a minute, getting a glimpse of something in the corner of her eye. “Y/n? Come on! My arm is getting tired!!” Y/n snapped her head back to Steve, glaring harshly. “Shut up Harrington!!” Y/n went through the doors. As she sat in the lobby, she couldn’t help but be paranoid. She knew he was watching, he always was. God she should’ve listened to her instincts to not mess with a cop, one little argument and all of a sudden he has eyes on her everywhere.

Meanwhile, Hopper sat towards the back of the lot once again, watching the group through the windows, mainly her. He lit up another cigarette and laid back in his seat, He had another hour or two before he had to go back on patrol. He smirks as he watch her look at his car, as long as she knew.

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ilive4thursdays · 2 years

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Alternative Takes: Matter of Time

What if Joyce had gone over to Hopper’s that evening? Scene takes place in episode 3.01* Read this already? My Season 4 Moments Series is here.

Joyce’s stomach ached from something else besides hunger. Seeing Bob’s cartoon drawing on the fridge every night probably wasn’t helping. She’d pretend he was with her often on evenings like these, when the boys weren’t home. Ugh. She wished they were home now. It’d help distract her.

She twiddled her thumbs, changing the channel, finally sipping from her glass of Chianti, absentmindedly watching Cheers on the television.

Maybe you could do it for me— yeah you could. You could come over after work…

She shouldn’t go over there. Not yet. Not now. Not while she was grieving, guilt racking through her each and every night, lonely…

Wanna have dinner tonight? You could give me some more pointers.

I guess he really wouldn’t leave her mind.

Fiiiiine, her brain huffed at her, as she turned off the television and took a final swig from the glass, moving to put her uneaten lasagna back in the fridge.

This was a bad idea. But damn did she need a distraction. How much she didn’t want to be sitting here. By herself. Alone. Again. All her fault.

Was it?

Yes. Her brain always reminded her.

So going to see Hopper and help him with his daughter’s antics.. A good idea. They’re just friends anyway. Hanging out. It doesn’t mean anything. Nope.

But the way he had looked at her at Melvald’s-

Joyce was suspicious. She couldn’t get the warm feeling out of her belly since their hands had met on the prescription counter. She’d felt it earlier too. Before Bob. But she’d pushed past it.

Lately Hopper had been coming in to see her at the store more often. At first it was to check on Will, then to check on her, then after Bob. She felt guilty about it sometimes but loved seeing him and didn’t have it in her to ask him to stop. The shop wasn’t busy. And without the upside down around, it’s not like he had his own work to get to.

Worried she’d talk herself out of it, she grabbed her keys, walking straight to her car. The drive over to the cabin felt both like seconds and hours. Her brain was struggling. It’s not like she wasn’t ready to date. But it’s also possible Hopper didn’t mean to touch her hand like that? Didn’t mean to make that look?

Whatever. This certainly wasn’t a date. She reassured herself.

He just needs help with raising teenagers. And really, who doesn’t? She was just going over to help. Strategize a game plan.

She parked behind his police car and hopped out, heading straight for the door. It wasn’t super dark out yet, just after dusk. She knocked softly, suddenly regretting not calling first.

Hopper opened the door, surprised to see her.

“Hey.” He beamed.

“Hey.” She blushed. “I ah- I don’t know if I’m still invited over but I’m here to help.” Trying to maintain an ounce of confidence, she strode past him through the door instantly.

“So,” she sighed, putting her hands together and repeating. “I’m here to help! Where are they?”

Hopper laughed, shutting the door and turning to face her.

“Where are who?”

Was he joking?

“You know, the kids. Who keep kissing? I’m here to offer my version of a heart to heart. Whatever I can do to help.” With that, she saluted him.

He smiled, sitting down on the chair, starring up at her now crossed arms. She’s very serious tonight.

“Joyce, they’re not here.”

Her face slanted, awkwardly. “What? Where are they?”

He shrugged, “The mall? Not sure but Will might be there too?”

“Oh right, right.” She was pacing now, feeling both embarrassed and unsure. “Well.. sorry I barged in.”

I gotta get out of here.

“Woah, woah! Hey!” He chuckled, standing up as she headed towards the door. “I wanted your help. I wanted to see you.”

“Oh.”

A beat.

“Well, ugh, what can I help with? Do you wanna practice your speech again?” Her cheeks flushing.

He shook his head, confident she’d stay now, walking away from her and towards the kitchen. “What can I get ya?”

She saw him pull out whiskey and nodded. “Sure, that.” She wasn’t knowledgeable on the forms of liquor. Maybe it’d help her relax.

He laughed, poured a glass for them both.

“Oof,” Joyce sighed, laughing a little as she sat on his couch, kicking her feet into the air, unsure. “I don’t know what I’m doing here.”

Hopper laughed, “You’re here to help me!”

She smiled warmly, taking the cup from him as he returned to his lazyboy beside her. “Yeah but you clearly don’t need it, they’re not even here.”

“For now!” Hop huffed, laughing again. Smiling. He was always smiling at her.

Joyce felt a deep blush invade her space again but she wasn’t unhappy to be here now.

“Well, I’m sorry to interrupt.”

“Nonsense,” Hopper replied. “I’m glad you’re here.”

Joyce adjusted herself, sensing him leaning further into her.

She stretched away from him, trying to think. “Well.. do you want to read your speech again? Or we could rehearse possible rebuttal arguments from the teens?”

He just stared back at her, taking her in. She could feel his gaze intimately, like he was asking for something. She didn’t want to acknowledge wha-

“What?” She laughed, nervous.

He was still smiling.

A beat. Finally.

“Why won’t you have dinner with me?”

She rolled her eyes, setting her glass on the coffee table and moving further down the couch. He shifted off his chair and onto the couch to sit next to her.

“No, really.” His face turned more serious.

“I’ve had dinner with you.” She snorted. Rolling her eyes gently.

“No,” he was laughing again, “Not like dinner with Will and El and Jon and me. Just me. You and me.”

She knew where this was going and it both dropped a pit into her stomach while igniting something else inside of her.

She stood abruptly, needing space. “What are you talking about? We can have dinner.”

He shook his head. “No,” he said calmly, “a date.”

She frowned, perplexed. “You didn’t say it was a date?”

“Yeah, well. That’s the whole truth.” He shrugged. Still smiling. Damnit.

She huffed back at him, annoying herself as she started to pace by habit. She couldn’t help the nerves.

“Well… Jesus, Hopper. What would El say?” She mumbled, teasing him. Trying desperately to keep the mood light. She’d heard Will say it a million times: Friends don’t lie.

“I don’t want to be just your friend-“ Hop started, standing up, moving towards her.

“Woah, woah!” Joyce exclaimed. “Stay over there, buddy!”

Hopper laughed. “Buddy?”

She nodded, still moving, finding herself in his small kitchen.

“Why, Joyce?” He smiled. “What’s gonna happen? What are you so worried about?”

She shook her head, speechless. Wordless. Her throat was dry.

“Hmm.” Hop smiled again, coming into the kitchen too. “I need to know, Joyce.”

Her face was hot. Her body flush against the cabinets now on the other side of the kitchenette as he approached her.

“What?” She said, barely audible.

He set his arms on either side of her, careful not to touch her but so close. He gently moved his mouth towards her right ear, “Do you want to have dinner with me?”

That did it.

Joyce couldn’t resist. His cologne and chest and faint whisper were too much to deny and she knew, as much as she’d been avoiding this thing between them, it had indeed only been a matter of time.

She grabbed his shirt, tugging it close to her and kissed him. It was slow for only a few moments before turning feverish as she ran her fingers through his hair.

She felt Hopper grip her thighs, lifting her up and angling her towards the cabinets, desperate to be close to her. He stepped between her legs after placing her on his counter, a better angle for his height. He started to slip his fingers under her shirt, desperate to touch her. Joyce moaned.

Suddenly the front door opened. A giggly Max and El barged in chatting incessantly before gasping.

Hopper and Joyce broke apart instantly. Joyce fell, gracefully landing to her feet.

“Knock!” Hop yelled, annoyed and tense, adjusting himself accordingly and moving AWAY from Joyce.

“Sorry!” Max exclaimed, looking between Joyce and Hopper. She was smirking.

A beat.

“We’re ah - going that way,” Max finished, pointing towards El’s room.

El, still by the front door, a stupid smile on her face looking at Joyce.

“Hi!” She grinned.

“Hi.” Joyce returned the sentiment, a bit embarrassed.

“Hey, hey, hey.. what’s going on here?” Hopper murmured, pointing between her and Max, who’d already entered El’s room.

“Oh!” El said, still smiling, frozen in the same spot. “Sleepover. Can we have one?”

Max interjected from the next room, “But if you need us to go out for a bit, all good, we can come back in like 10-“

“No!” Both adults exclaimed, red faced.

“No?” El frowned, confused.

“I mean..” Hop started, rubbing his hand over his face trying to cool down. “Yes, you can have a sleepover. No, you don’t need to go anywhere. Just go to your room and keep the noise down, got it?”

“Cool,” El nodded, moving towards Max. “Door open or..”

“Closed!” Hop groaned. Then lowered his tone. “Please.”

“Night!” Max hollered. El shut the door behind them leaving a jostled Joyce and Hopper in his living room.

“Joyce!” Jim sighed, seeing her make a mad dash out towards the front door. He followed her to her car.

“No, no, no, no…” she murmured to herself, stopping, now turning to him. “This was a bad idea, Hop. I shouldn’t have come over here.”

“Joyce!” He exclaimed, trying to keep up with her, a gentle hand landing on her arm. He finally noticed tears on her cheeks and cupped her face to turn it towards his.

“I need you!” She cried, face dropping towards the ground.

“You have no idea-“ he started, realizing his adrenaline was misplaced. “Joyce?”

She shook her head. “No- I need you. In my life. I can’t- we can’t-“

“Yes, we can.” Hopper insisted. “Come on, it was only a matter of time-“

“Matter of time?” She sighed, “No, Hop. It’s gonna ruin things like it did the last time.”

He gently tilted her chin towards his face and breathed deeply, trying to calm her nerves. “No, it’s not like last time. We were kids. There’s no Vietnam, no Lonnie.. no parents. There’s just you and me. It’s always been you and me.”

He smiled down at her, still sensing trepidation.

“Please.” Hopper breathed. “I want you. There’s no one else like you. I think in a messed up way, the universe brought us back together somehow. You’re all I think about. You and El and Will and Jonathon- please tell me I’m not alone in that.”

Joyce sobbed, unaware she’d ever been holding so much in before. They embraced for a long moment. Hopper rubbing circles on her back to calm her.

“I’m dangerous.” Joyce finally shared, still beneath his shoulder. “I screw up relationships. Or get people killed.” She whispered that last part.

“Hey,” Hopper murmured, moving her chin up toward his. “This isn’t your fault. We’re in this together.” Their foreheads merged, breathing together, realizing, perhaps for the first time in a long time, they didn’t have to do all of this alone anymore.

She hugged him for a long moment until-

“Hungry?” he whispered, suddenly nervous.

She nodded against him as they moved to get into her car. “It’s a date.”

Notes

I rewatched season 3 recently and finally noticed Hopper tried to asked Joyce out even multiple times the first episode. Then to see Joyce sad and eating alone on her couch that evening (some plans!) I just couldn’t help but write this. They live in my head rent-free.

*PS it’s my timeline- for purposes of this story Max and El’s sleepover happened earlier.

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dimplecki · 7 months

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Tides are turning - chapter 3

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Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!hunter, Sam winchester X Fem!hunter

Rating: R (violence, death, language, light smut)

Summary: When Sam died the first time, Dean brought him back to life. He didn't tell me about the deal he made with that demon until Sam forced him to tell me. We all knew that Dean only had one year left to live, and we all tried to prevent that from happening. The second time Sam was attacked by a demon close to Lilith and fought against it. he lost.

One year after Sam’s mysterious death weird things start happening and I realize things are not as they seem.

Authors Note: this story takes place post season 3(with the exceptional flashbacks to the past), Sam died midway through s3 and Dean never went to hell. we experience the story through the eyes a female hunter who went to Stanford with Sam and joined Sam and Dean in their revenge quest after jess’s death. she is Deans girlfriend but there are things happening with Sam as well.

| Chapter 3

Today is Tuesday morning and I decided to give myself a day off from work.

I dialed Ben's number.

"Good morning, you" Ben's voice answered. “Where exactly are you?”

"So, listen" I said with a stuffy nose and faked a cough. "I'm not coming today. I'm sick."

"You don't have to try to work me with that shit. I'll cover for you. You decided to be lazy?"

I laughed. "Yes. I'm sure you'll find a way to manage without me."

"The new boss will complain about you tomorrow. She’ll surely want a note from your doctor for not coming."

"Fuck the new boss. I miss Jake."

"Yeah, me too. He had a cute butt."

"Yeah …he really had." I said in a dreamy voice. "Speaking of ass, how's Drake doing?"

I turned on the TV. I have two whole days without having to watch 'Doctor Sexy' involuntarily.

"I broke up with him."

"What? Really? Well done! I have to say I didn't like him. When?"

"You've said that about nine hundred times." He chuckled softly. "Yesterday, we fought for the thousandth time, and I told him to take his things and get the fuck out from my house." Ben's voice was slightly regretful as if he didn't want to do it at all.

"Wow, Ben. Good on you, I'm proud. Don't be sad about it. Want to go out for coffee after you get off work?" I suggested. I had no intention of sitting and rotting at home all day, even though it sounded tempting.

"Can't. I have a date."

"Already?! You're quick to get back into the single world, benny."

"That's me. What about tomorrow?" He suggested.

"Sounds great." I said, slightly distracted by the movie 'Alien' that was showing on channel 4. Here went the next two hours of the day.

"Okay. Get well soon."

I laughed. "Thanks." I said and hung up.

I loved those times Dean was away for a few days. I obviously missed him, but it's nice to have your own space for a little while after living with someone for so long. It also gives you time to appreciate their presence.

It was late afternoon; I organized my purse and was about to go to the mall with myself and a lot of cash when there was a knock at the door. I walked towards the door and opened it. Oh, great.

It was Mr. Connors, our landlord in charge of collecting the rent. A real pain in the ass.

Connors is an aging man with scruffy beard and raggedy clothes that looked like they were cut straight from the sheep and sewn onto his body. And he always stank of cigarettes.

"Mr. Connors." I said with a fake smile, "What brings you here?"

I calculated the date. We don't have to pay rent until early January.

"You're not inviting me in?" He said in his husky voice, smiling back.

I gestured him inside. He walked in and I closed the door behind him. He stood facing me with his hands behind his back.

"I can help you?" I asked him, crossing my arms.

"I wanted to ask you a question, if it's... not too cheeky." he said quietly. "Your partner, Dean, right?"

I nodded.

"Where's he at?" He asked, smiling that same unpleasant smile of his.

"He left. He'll be back in two days. Why?"

"Where to?" he asked in an elusive voice. I didn't like his curiosity. I remained silent.

"He's got a brother. Sam, if I'm not mistaken." He continued, his voice getting lower with each word.

I raised my eyebrows. Connors never knew Sam. Dean and I moved here months after he died, and we sure as hell didn't mention his name in Connors' presence.

"What about him?" I asked, my heartbeat starting to speed up. This conversation is getting weird by the minute.

"Where is he?"

"Deep in the grave. Mr. Connors, I'm in quite a hurry, so if you don't mind—"

"You tell me the truth." He cut me off, his smile wiped off his face as he came closer to me.

I took a step back and was about to yell at him to get the hell out of the house when his brown eyes sank into their sockets and two black circles appeared in their place.

He pounced on me and nearly knocked me to the floor when I quickly moved aside and ran straight upstairs. What the hell is a demon doing in my house?!

I glanced over at our entryway rug, which has a demon trap painted on the underside. It wasn't there. He quickly followed me, and just as I finished climbing the stairs, he grabbed my ankle and knocked me all the way back down. My face and legs hit the stairs, I felt immense pain in all parts of my body.

He towered over me while I was still on the floor and punched me straight in the face.

"What you want?" I asked angrily, feeling my heartbeat pumping all the painful places over my body. His black eyes were inches away from mine and I could feel the stench of cigarettes way too close.

"Where are they?!" he asked, almost yelling; and punched me again. I tasted blood in my mouth.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Sam's dead!" I shouted, trying to get him off me but to no avail. He was much stronger than me.

"If you don't tell me where they are, I'll kill you." He threatened quietly. Suddenly my cell phone rang.

I took advantage of his distraction and kicked him, throwing him off me. I ran back to my room and ignored the pain in my whole body, grabbing Ruby's knife, which was in the drawer next to the bed.

He came up a few seconds after me and I jumped him with the knife in my trembling hands, pressing it to his neck. He went still.

"If it's not going to be me who kills you, it's going to be somebody else." he said, panting heavily.

I stabbed him right in the heart with the sharp knife, sounding a furious scream. Mr. Connors, or the demon that had taken over his body, dropped to the floor with a thud.

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((It takes a while, but I knew that eventually I would fit in here, even though I'm not really a normal girl.

It's been a month since I started college and I've already started making friends here and there, even though they didn't really interest me. Studies went well, I had something to do instead of resenting my life. It was starting to feel good.

I took the cell phone out of my pocket. 3 missed calls from mom. I ignored them. Ever since dad died, mom and I didn't get along - to put it mildly.

She didn't want me to be a hunter, she was afraid that what happened to father would happen to me. I couldn't blame her, but she didn't understand that you can't just walk away from it. I will never live a normal life again.

Our paths diverged. I rarely spoke to her, and only out of guilt. I knew that the fact that I went to university made her happy, and every now and then I emailed her my projects to give her some peace.

I went to my regular spot in the grass, the best place - not too far from the crowd, not too close. I took an apple out of the bag and slowly gnawed on it, then I saw him again. This tall guy, there was something about him that I just couldn't quite put my finger on.

He was hanging out with a friend; they talked a bit until he went his way and sat down on the grass exactly where he always sits - a few feet away from me. This time he did nothing - didn't read a book, didn't eat, didn't listen to music. Just sat there staring. His constant troubled look was familiar to me; from myself. Like you can never really be calm.

I decided to gather up the courage and approach him - what could happen? I've never been shy, and now is not the time to start. I stood up and approached him, sitting down next to him.

"Hi," I said with a smile. He looked at me, and his eyes shone turquoise with the sunlight. "I'm sorry if it seems strange - but I just wanted to say - you have a really beautiful smile."

He smiled, blushing slightly and seemed to be somewhat relieved - as if I had distracted him from something bad he was delving into.

"Thanks," he replied sheepishly. "I'm Sam." He held out his hand for a shake.

"Diana." I shook his hand. It was strong and big. "So... is it okay if I take a picture of you? I'm learning photography," I explained with slight excitement, touching my camera inside the bag.

"Um," he laughed, slightly embarrassed. "Okay. But don't post it anywhere, okay?"

"Sure, it's just for practice," I promised, bringing the camera closer to my eyes. It is obvious that he is not used to being photographed, and he did not exactly know what to do with his hands.

"Just act like I told you a really funny joke," I instructed him. He smiled slightly and that was enough for me to capture the picture I wanted. "Excellent!"

I put the camera back in the bag.

"Are you new here?" He was interested.

"Actually yes, I started studying a month ago." I replied.

"Welcome. I'm in the second year of law." Now that he was smiling directly at me, I felt something soften inside of me.

"So, it seemed like something was bothering you. Not that it's any of my business, but if we're talking..."

Sam laughed with a kind of misery. "It's nothing, just family stuff."

"Oh, I know a thing or two about screwed up families." I replied. If only he knew how much I understand dysfunctional families. I wish I could tell him. I wish I could tell somebody.

"Bet you a million bucks that's not even close to my family?" he asked in an amused tone, but his eyes were heavy with a burden.

"It's a bet." I replied, winking at him with a smile.))

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For a few seconds I just stood there, shaking; staring at Mr. Connors' corpse, paralyzed with fear. I couldn't think and I didn't know what to do now. Blood began to pool around his body on the floor.

This is not the first time nor the tenth time I killed a demon. But the way he was looking at me, the weird questions he was asking about Sam, him coming into mine and Dean's house to look for us... it honestly scared me.

I jumped over Connors' dead body and ran down the stairs. I had to call Dean. My cell phone was on the dresser in the kitchen. I grabbed it, ignoring the missed call and dialing Dean's number with trembling hands.

Dean answered after four rings.

"Hey babe," he said from the other line.

I had no time to waste.

"Dean, there's a dead demon in our house." I said quickly. I felt the pain in my face and all over my body pumping under my skin.

"What?!"

"He possessed Mr. Connors', he tried to kill me, he said more would come - Dean, what the hell? I don't know what... how..." I said fearfully, trying to catch my breath.

"Calm down, are you alright? Do you want us to come home?" He said in a reassuring tone, but I could hear the concern in his voice. I heard him talking to Bobby in the background for a few seconds and then he was back on the line. "Okay, Dee, don't call the police and don't do anything. We'll be leaving in half an hour."

"Okay." I said, taking a deep breath and sitting down in one of the chairs by the table. I already felt a little calmer.

"Be ready if there are more, okay? Kick their asses."

I smiled and closed my eyes.

"Yeah. Thanks, Dean." I replied and he hung up. I leaned back in my chair and massaged my sore knees. There's a dead man's body lying on the floor in my room, and I'm not going near it.

I wondered what we were going to tell the police. That he tried to rape me, and I stabbed him in self-defense? I doubted they'd buy it. What really bothered me were his questions. Why did he ask about Sam? Doesn't he know he's dead? Who sent him?

After a few minutes of sitting motionless I tried to get up. A mistake. My whole body ached.

I dragged myself slowly towards the mirror, to check for damage.

A busted and bleeding lower lip, a swollen and red bruise above the eyebrow and three more cute scratches, one under the chin and two on the cheek. I didn't even want to check my body. I knew that the bruises were mainly on my left knees and lower back.

I wanted to lie down and rest, but I didn't dare go up to the bedroom, so instead I placed myself carefully on the sofa and lay there with my eyes open. I knew I wouldn't be able to fall asleep, fearing another demon would come and kill me in my sleep. I clutched Ruby's knife to my chest, holding it desperately like a lifeline and laid like that for what seemed to be forever.

Dean and Bobby arrived around 9pm. He opened the door, and I was so relieved I almost didn't care anymore.

I ran to him and hugged him, climbing on my tiptoes as high as I could to bury my head in his neck. Dean quickly loosened the hug and looked into my eyes.

"Does your knee hurt?" He asked.

That was our code question. Our secret way of making sure I'm still Diana and he's still Dean. We used to ask this every day, but over time it dwindled. The correct answer wasn't in words; It doesn't matter what I answer, I have to wink while doing it.

"In fact, very much so." I said and winked with my right eye. It was a bit ironic, given that my knees really hurt from the fall.

Dean breathed a sigh of relief and hugged me again. "Are you okay?" He asked.

I nodded over his shoulder, and we loosened our embrace. I turned to hug Bobby and Dean began to look around the house.

"Where is he?" Dean asked.

"In the room."

Dean wrinkled his nose and turned towards me.

"You had to make a mess in our room?" He sighed and shook his head. "I see you two had a nice talk." He noted, pointing to the bruises on my face. I rolled my eyes and the three of us went up to the bedroom, standing around the body.

Mr. Connors's blood had already filled half the room. fabulous.

"What did he want?" Bobby asked. Dean examined the body and crossed his arms.

"He..." I hesitated. I didn't know how to say it. "He was looking for Sam."

Dean looked up at me, eyebrows raised.

"Sam?" He repeated. I nodded my head and shrugged. I didn't have the faintest idea what was going on, just like Dean.

"So, what do we do? Shall we go to the police?" said Bobby.

"We can tell them he tried to rape me or something, and I stabbed him in self-defense." I proposed the idea I thought of earlier.

Dean shook his head.

"You'll have to testify and everything. We don't need this shit." Dean went silent and thought for a few seconds, scratching his head. "He doesn't have a family, does he?"

I shook my head.

"Then we'll take him to his apartment and let someone else find him. We'll wipe him of fingerprints." Bobby suggested.

"That's an idea. Bobby, help me carry him. Dee, start cleaning up the blood and then we'll come help you." Dean commanded.

Bobby coughed and it sounded something like 'bossy', but I'm not sure. Dean picked him up by the head and Bob by the legs, and they started carrying him out of the house.

When everything was clean, and the body was in its place I sat down on the couch tiredly. Dean said goodbye to Bobby and sat next to me, examining my bruises, and furrowing his brows.

“You look terrible.”

"Thank you very much."

"Did you ice it?" he asked, pointing to the bruises on my face.

"No." I answered him and let out a small sigh of pain as I tried to change position on the couch. My back sent streams of pain through my entire lower body.

Dean sighed and got off the couch. I smiled to myself. He returned a minute later, holding a towel with ice inside it. I liked that Dean showed concern for me. He pressed the frozen towel to the bruise above my eye. It was cold against the hot wound, and it felt soothing.

"Great, now we're a match." Dean said pointing to the scab on his lip from a few days ago, and gestured to my own freshly busted, bleeding lip.

"That demon was looking for you too, you know," I said, closing my eyes as Dean move the towel to the cold side. "I thought he was going to come to you after he killed me."

"And then you ganked him." He said and smiled for a few seconds, then his face turned serious again. "So, what's the story?"

"He came into the house, we talked, all normal, and he mentioned you. Then he mentioned Sam. Then I found out he was a demon, he knocked me down the stairs, started beating me and asking me where you were. I got away and stabbed him. He said more would come."

I said all this in one breath. I remembered the phone call that, in fact, saved my life.

Dean paused to take in what I said for a few seconds.

"You know, I really had a feeling that someone was following me the last few days," he finally said.

Turns out we were both being followed. I didn't feel it, by the way. Dean gently moved the towel towards the bruise on my bottom lip.

"What the hell did he want? Doesn't he know Sam's gone?" I said and my voice sounded muffled through the towel.

Dean buried his head in his free hand and massaged it tiredly.

"I don't know. Let's just go to sleep, okay?"

We went to sleep with Dean's hand wrapped around my waist and holding me close. He fell asleep a long time ago, and I was exhausted but I couldn't stop replaying what happened today in my mind. I didn't even dare to think about the most logical conclusion that could be drawn from this whole story.

I finally gave up and focused on Dean's breathing on the back of my neck, falling asleep a few minutes later.

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Xi’an

It’s already time for my last post from China for this trip.

I’ve been in Xi’an the last few days, in the province of Shaanxi in central China. Xi’an is an enormous city, nowhere near the size of Beijing or Shanghai but definitely a huge city. It is very very hot and dry here. For whatever reason the UV rays are also extremely intense here, every day the weather app has had a warning for extreme UV rays. It really feels like the sun is like a laser whenever you stand directly in it. Definitely missing the coolness of Lijiang now.

Xi’an is hot, fast paced, and very crowded. Everyone is constantly on the move and there are always way more people or vehicles than you ever would have thought possible in any given space. Even to cross the street you had to go into an enormous system of underground tunnels to avoid the traffic in the road, because the traffic never stops.

I think I’ve really been coming to grips with the fact that lack of personal space is a cultural thing here. People have no qualms about pushing, shoving, cutting in line, elbowing, etc. It’s nothing personal, it’s just how things are done here. You really have to stand firm and be assertive when you move or you’re never gonna get anywhere.

The hotel I’m at is a nice oasis from all of this. It’s very serene and my room has Japanese style tatami mats with all the furniture directly on the floor and a Japanese smart toilet which is super fancy. I spent Monday evening and most of Tuesday in my room because traveling at the end of a long trip is exhausting, especially in the heat, and I’ve still got about a week to go. The staff at my hotel is really nice and they even helped me order delivery food Monday night because I wasn’t up to going out to look for something to eat.

On Tuesday evening I ventured out a bit in the evening after it had cooled off. I’ve noticed in general in China things tend to stay open pretty late and the liveliest time of day is between 7pm-11pm, the streets will be very busy and lots will be going on. Even families and young kids will be out and about. I walked by a giant shopping mall and the bell tower and drum tower and ended up on the street referred to here as “Muslim Street”. Xi’an was for a long time a stopover on the Silk Road and there is a large population of Chinese Muslims in Xi’an which in turn has influenced a lot of their typical dishes. There is a large concentration of restaurants run by Chinese Muslims on this street and it has become a very popular walking street and a place for street food. I knew about this street but didn’t realize I had stumbled upon it on Tuesday and was blown away by the sheer size of the crowds there. Almost equivalent to the density of the crowds in Fenghuang but the street itself was enormous and yet still very crowded. I went in a few shops and noticed that every time I went in a shop I was surreptitiously followed the entire time by an employee who was pretending not to be following me around. This happened several times in several different shops so I don’t know if it was because they thought I was stealing or because as the only foreigner they thought I wouldn’t understand what to do and would have questions but it was a weird experience.

I ate a gigantic spiral cut potato on a stick and pomegranate juice and then hid in the dairy aisle of the 7/11 to escape the heat and humidity.

On Wednesday I geared up to go see the Terracotta Warriors. These were made for the Emperor Qin Shi Huang, the first emperor of China, upon his death in 209 BCE. He believed that if he constructed terracotta versions of his army and horses to keep in his mausoleum he could bring them with him to protect him after death. They were only recently uncovered in the 70s and are still in the process of being excavated because there are so many thousands of them.

I took a shuttle bus from Xi’an about 86 kilometers outside the city to the archeological site. The site sells 3,000 tickets per hour, so you can imagine how crowded it gets. The site is organized into 3 areas called pits. Pit 1 is the largest area. The crowd there was one of the largest I have ever experienced. I’ve only been afraid of being trampled once before, at a music festival in Guanajuato, Mexico. This crowd felt similar to that. I couldn’t control where my body was going, the crowd just kind of pushed me wherever I ended up going. It was all I could do to stay on my feet, let alone see anything. I ended up going out the emergency exit in a panic and then sat on the curb for about 40 minutes to recover. Then I pulled myself together and went to the smaller pits to try and see some things. It did somehow get slightly less crowded throughout the day, but it was still very packed. I managed to see all three pits and even went back to the first one again because I really did want to see everything.

It was very complicated to get back to Xi’an afterwards and so hot. I couldn’t figure out where the shuttle bus was so I had to take public transportation which took about 2.5 hours total to get back to town. Long story short, I was glad to see the terracotta warriors but my goodness was it exhausting.

I found a Starbucks inside a giant mall back in Xi’an to try and recuperate once I got back to town before walking back to my hotel. One thing I love about Asia is the malls. They are generally enormous and have just about everything you can possibly think of, like a small city, but its all air conditioned. I was at the mall for a while and was going to look for something to eat but I was so exhausted and didn’t have the brainpower to figure out how to look for somewhere to eat and translate the menu and order in Chinese; so I went to the McDonald’s purely because they have computerized ordering systems in English where you just click on what you want and scan a QR code to pay and you don’t have to talk to anyone.

Thursday was my last full day in China. I am definitely noticing how exhausted I am. I stayed in bed for most of the morning and ventured out briefly to visit a park at Wild Goose Pagoda and the Xi’an Museum. It ended up being way too hot and crowded and the museum itself was kind of underwhelming, I’m not much of a museum person to begin with and since I couldn’t read any of the signs and don’t know much about the local history it didn’t mean much to me although I’m sure if I knew more it would be really interesting.

I sat on the ground in the museum lobby for 45 minutes to recover from the heat and crowds and went back to my hotel until the evening. I wanted to end my time in China on a positive note despite how cranky I’ve been lately, I had to tried to book a walking tour but couldn’t because I was only one person and there weren’t any other foreigners signing up for tours. I eventually found a place that was offering dinner and a show at a hotel nearby and signed up for it just to get out a bit.

I didn’t understand anything that was going on in the show but it was showing the life of a famous Empress of the Tang Dynasty that was based in Xi’an and had a lot of traditional dancing and music. Xi’an is well known for its dumplings and I got to try a sampler of a dozen different kinds of dumplings which were really good. I ended up being seated next to the only other foreigner, a guy named Stefano from Italy who had just arrived in China that day. He was equally as confused about everything as I was but it was nice to have someone to talk to. He said that apparently this dinner show thing used to only offer shows for foreigners, then they opened it up for Chinese residents as well and it was about 40% foreigners and 60% Chinese people. Post-covid it is now less than 1% foreigners who attend tourist geared things.

Afterwards since it was cooler out I went and saw the old city wall and walked around in the park for a while, then I went back to Muslim street and got some 肉加缪 (roujiamou) a lamb based Chinese version of a hamburger that is a famous street food in Xi’an. I walked back to my hotel and made it just before a huge lightning storm that caused a power outage. It was literally like lightning multiple times a minute for over an hour, it was wild. I ate my food in the dark and reflected on this wild trip.

China has been fascinating. Traveling China mostly alone post-covid has been another level of travel. It has been at once very humbling and very empowering. While it was very difficult to figure out how things worked and to communicate, China is incredibly safe, well organized, and people are incredibly kind. I never once felt in danger during this trip which says a lot. It’s been a real shock feeling like such an outsider all the time for the last month. I have such a deep newfound respect for anyone who immigrates somewhere completely different from their home country, without knowing anyone and without knowing the language or culture. Being on vacation here has been hard enough as an outsider even with all the privilege I have as a white English speaking American.

Going several days at a time not talking to anyone while simultaneously being constantly surrounded by crowds and being stared and pointed at everywhere I go has been such a strange experience, but very eye opening. I’m glad to have had this experience and even though this entire trip was traveling on “hard mode” I feel sad to be leaving right when I feel like I’m starting to figure things out. China has been unlike anywhere else I’ve been before and despite being here a month I’ve barely scratched the surface. I’ll definitely be back.

I’m doing a quick 2.5 day stop in Seoul before heading home, will update again before leaving.

Until then,

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