#but unfortunately i found it worth it because i got to hang out with him n we feel a lil closer now. oh god i’m smitten aren’t i

[pacifistcowboy]

guys i really fucking like this guy i am so fucked.

he kept putting his arm around my shoulder today and at one point said something like “i should stop doing this ‘cus it gonna give the wrong idea” n i said “what” even tho i knew what he meant but then he got distracted with something and then afterwards CONTINUED to put his arm around my shoulder despite what he said. am i reaching right now or does that mean Something

also at one point he said i was blushing after he complimented me but i don’t think i was??? i feel like he just wanted to say that even if it wasn’t true?? even if i was blushing it’s kinda funky that he’d point it out and not in a way that sounded like he was uncomfortable??? idk? is that just me?? help???

i cannot stop thinking about how lovely it felt to have his arm around me and i am going to Lose It

#also we got lost in a cemetery together for two hours #which meant i ran out of time to do the actual drawing we were on the fuckin’ trip for #but unfortunately i found it worth it because i got to hang out with him n we feel a lil closer now. oh god i’m smitten aren’t i #i cANNOT TELL IF HE LIKES ME OR IF HE LIKE K N OW S I LIKE HIM OR MAYBE BOTH #I FEEL LIKE IT’S DEFINITELY AT LEAST ONE OF THOSE???? IDK

[headkiss]

something in the air

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: you’re convinced you hate steve, and that he hates you right back. during your camping trip with friends, you find out just how wrong you’ve been.

word count: 13.9k

warnings: smut, mentions of a bad home life/family relationships, one bed (tent) trope, enemies to lovers (ish), and a sprained ankle

a/n: okay this one took forever so thank u for your patience and i hope it was at least partially worth the wait! please let me know what you think and reblog if you enjoyed, it helps a bunch!!!!

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Steve Harrington is a menace. And not in a good way.

For some reason, he insists on making your life more difficult. It couldn’t be for nothing, but you didn’t know exactly why. Maybe it’s because you tend to do the same to him, maybe you liked to get under his skin just as much.

He hung out with assholes in high school, and by proxy, he was also an asshole. Plus, you were really close with Nancy throughout school, and when she and Steve broke up, it didn’t really help his case. You didn’t know the full story, though.

You had no idea that Nancy cheated on Steve with Jonathan, only that she had feelings for him. You didn’t know about his parents and how it all affects him. You didn’t know that he dumped his friends so quickly after upsetting Nancy, that he worked hard to make it better. You didn’t know how much he cared.

You barely knew him. All you knew is that he got on your nerves. You couldn’t stand him.

It went both ways, though. Steve found you irritating and he hated that you had the same group of friends now. Because it meant he had to be around you almost all the time.

He wasn’t aware, however, that you struggled in school to have friends that weren’t Nancy, and when they dated, he sort of took her away from you, cut your time with her and you were alone a lot. Logically, it’s not his fault, but it’s how you felt. He didn’t know that you had a hard time at home like he did.

Maybe, for both of you, the feud was an escape, a way to channel your negative energy towards each other and not anyone or anything else.

After graduating, you applied for a job at Family Video, only for it to be taken by none other than Steve Harrington. You knew Robin worked there, too, but she was actually your friend.

That left you with a job at the grocery store that you hated but had to keep. It sucked.

Again, maybe it’s not his fault, but you were usually mad at him anyways. Why not add another layer to it?

On your days off, you spent your time at Family Video, though. You didn’t like being at home, and Nancy was still busy with high school for another year, so you hung out with Robin. Unfortunately, hanging out with Robin often meant hanging out with Steve, too.

That’s where you found yourself now, walking through the glass doors into the video store.

“Hi Robin,” you said as you walked up to the counter.

“Hey!” She noticed the takeout bag in your hand, “oh my gosh, you’re the best.”

“No hi for me, babe?”

“Fuck off, Steve.”

He scoffed. “This is my workplace, actually. I can't leave.”

“Yeah, I’m painfully aware of that.”

“Why don’t you ever just go home? You don’t need to be here.”

You tense up at that one, because he’s right. You don’t need to be there, but the last place you want to go is home these days. You roll your shoulders and try to shake it off.

“Anyway. Robin’s taking her break now. Bye.”

Robin just shrugs as you pull her away into the back room.

Steve is left thinking about why you reacted that way to what he said. It wasn’t the worst thing he’s said to you by far, and he knows it, so why was it enough to make you wince a little? And why the fuck does he care?

Once you were alone Robin glanced at you. Noting your off behaviour due to the home comment. She hates that two of her closest friends don’t get along, and she thinks she has a plan to change that.

“He doesn’t know,” she says. “About…you know.”

“Yeah, I know.” And you did, but that didn’t stop it from stinging. You just wanted to stop thinking about it. “So, how’s work going?”

“Ugh, it’s so boring. This food helps.”

“Not even my presence? Just the food?”

“Oh. You’re okay too, I guess.”

The both of you laugh, and you’re reminded of just how great Robin’s company can be. She takes your mind off of things and you wish you could show her how much you appreciate it.

So, when she asks you if you want to go catch a movie that night, you say yes.

-

You show up a little early, making sure you meet Robin outside before the movie starts.

However, she wasn’t showing up. And Robin wasn’t the type to be late, or blow you off without an excuse. So, you just went inside without her. You wandered around for a bit, giving her another chance to show up but she never did.

A call of your name grabbed your attention, but the voice made you roll your eyes. Why was Steve here?

“What are you doing here, babe?”

People would think the nickname was an endearment, something sweet. When it was coming from Steve, directed at you, though, it was almost like an insult. Spat out and accompanied by a frown of an angry pinch of his brows.

“Supposed to meet Robin, not that it’s any of your business.”

He chuckles, like he knows something you don’t. “Actually, it is my business. ‘Cause I was supposed to meet Robin, too.”

“She’s gonna be the death of me.”

“That’s something we can agree on.”

She must’ve thought putting you two together unknowingly would solve the issues. It certainly wasn’t that simple, but bless her for trying.

“Well. I’m not gonna give up some popcorn and a movie, Steve.”

“Neither am I. I’m already here, so…”

He wasn’t going to leave? Why? You really didn’t think seeing the latest rom-com would interest him, but then again, Robin got him here somehow. She thought she was so slick, you’re sure of it.

“Fine.”

“Fine,” he parrots back.

You get your snacks and go to the screening room, all without talking to Steve. You’re actually trying to ignore his presence as a whole. He’s trailing behind you the entire time, though, so it’s not that easy. When you sit down, he sits beside you, and you glare.

“Why are you beside me?”

“It’s the seat on my ticket, babe. Where else would I go?”

“Seriously? Do you see the amount of empty seats?” You gestured around the theatre to prove your point.

In return, he just leaned back in his seat and let out a dramatic sigh, like it was the most comfortable he’d been all day when you know the seats are lumpy and stiff. You turn your face to the screen and go back to ignoring him.

He was a dork at the movies, you found. And it hadn’t even started.

Steve giggled at the stupidest commercials, would nudge you anytime he found a joke funny just to annoy you more. He ate his popcorn in giant handfuls where most of it would just land in his lap anyway. You even moved seats, leaving two between you and him, and he just moved over with you.

Fucking Steve.

“Would you move back over?”

“But the view’s so much better here.”

“Insufferable,” you mutter as you move back to your original seat. He tries to follow again but you push him back down with a hand on his chest, you ignore how it feels under your palm. “Stay here like a good boy.”

His heart rate picks up and he prays you can’t feel it. He kinda thought that was hot, but he shakes it out of his head before he thinks about it too much, what it might mean. He looks at you from under his lashes, taunting. “What if I wanna be bad, babe?”

You stand up fully and take your hand off of him. You don’t know if the comment was meant to sound so dirty, but you don’t even want to think about it. The idea of Steve in any way that’s more than a pain in your ass makes you shudder. The opening credits of the film grab your attention.

“You stay here. I’m gonna go there.” You don’t give him enough time to respond.

He watches you walk away, and he decides he’ll let you have at least some peace until he goes over and bothers you again. He’s itching to go and sit next to you, and he convinces himself it’s because of his pent up frustration from the work day, nothing else. You’re the only one he can argue with that will give it right back to him. He hates it, but he craves it all the same.

It’s about halfway through the movie when Steve sits next to you again. You shake your head, though you're surprised he waited this long.

“Thought I told you to stay,” you whisper rather aggressively at him.

“Yeah, well I don’t think you really hold any authority over me, babe.”

“Nobody trained you as a kid to listen?”

“You’re talking like I’m a dog.”

“Might as well be.”

He scoffed, maybe a little loudly, but he didn’t care. You tested him constantly, and he wasn’t sure what it was about you that made him so frustrated all of the time. Maybe it was the fact that you never even gave him a chance to be civil with you, staring him down and rolling your eyes the first time you even met. Maybe it was the way he knew you were a good friend to others, he saw it with Robin and Nancy and everyone else, just not him.

Either way, you made his blood boil, so much so that he often thought about you when you weren’t around. The things you’d say and the looks you’d give him. You never left his mind and it infuriated him.

“You’re a real pain, you know that?”

“That's all you got for me, Steve?” You blinked at him with an innocent smile.

“You know-” he’s cut off by multiple people in the theatre shushing him.

“I tried to tell him, guys. So sorry.”

Despite people telling you to be quiet, you and Steve only last about two minutes next to each other before whisper-fighting again. It gets bad enough that you’re asked to leave.

As much as you know you’re both at fault, you feel fine blaming him.

“Seriously, Steve?” You spoke harshly at him once you’re outside. “You couldn’t just stay two seats away and let me watch the damn movie?”

“I didn’t want to watch it, so I talked to you instead. What’s so bad about that?”

“Oh don’t play innocent with me.”

“Fine. No, I couldn’t. You piss me off and I just wanted to hangout with Robin, not deal with you yet again today.”

“You’re not dealing with me. I can deal with myself, and I wanted to be with Robin too, asshole. Don’t get that twisted.”

“Trust me. You never let me fucking forget how little you want to be around me.”

“Because this is what happens!” You’re tired, and you don’t feel like arguing with him anymore. “Fuck this, I’m going home. Thanks for ruining my night, Harrington.”

He almost offers you a ride home. He knows you took the bus, you usually do. And he also knows that you hate the bus, he hears you say it to Robin enough. Then, he thinks about sitting next to you for longer and decides against it.

“Ditto,” he spits your name back at you. Not ‘babe,’ not any other nickname.

-

Once you're home and safely in your room, after the usual shit from your parents, you dial Robin’s number. She picks up on the third ring.

“Heyyy,” she sounds guilty, and she should.

“I’m gonna end you, Robs. What the hell?”

“I’m sorry! I just wanted you and Steve to get along and I thought maybe forcing you two to spend time together would help.”

She says it in a rush, her rambly way of speaking and you feel bad for being angry with her when you know she had good intentions, but she lied and you hated being lied to. Even if it was a small one.

“Robin, he got us kicked out of the fucking theatre.”

“You mean you both got kicked out?”

You sputter. You know she’s right but you hate to admit it.

“Fine, whatever. Still. That was torture, Robin. Torture!”

“I just want you guys to be civil, at least.”

“Maybe you should talk to Steve, then,” you hate that even when he’s not around, you can’t avoid him. “He’s just as guilty as I am.”

“I know that, and I will. I have another thing to bring up, actually.”

You’re eager to change the subject, to not talk about Steve Harrington for five fucking minutes so you hum, tell her to go on.

“The camping trip?”

You groan into the phone, “I know we do it every year but I hate camping.” Hate is an exaggeration.

“Nance wanted me to remind you, so that you book off work and don’t make any excuses.”

Fuck. She knows you too well.

“Yeah, okay. I’ll go.”

“Yay! And I really am sorry about the movie, I thought it would work.”

“I wouldn’t be so hopeful if I were you, Robs. Thanks for trying, I think? Bye.”

You hang up and flop backwards onto your bed. Staring at the ceiling, you can’t help but reflect on your day. The way Steve seemed to infiltrate everything you did, how his chest felt under your hand, the way he made you lose your mind like nobody else. You roll over and bury your face in your pillow.

Even when he’s not around, Steve’s able to drive you insane.

He wasn’t feeling much different. Steve had a very similar phone call with Robin where he complained about what she did, asked her what the hell she was thinking, and agreed to the camping trip reluctantly just as you had.

Robin couldn’t believe how similar you two were, and you had no idea.

Steve fell asleep with his face squished in his pillow and your perfume lingering in his senses. It was a fitful sleep.

-

The days pass by and you manage to avoid Steve as much as possible. When you visit Family Video, you make sure it’s during Robin’s breaks or on a day Steve isn’t meant to be working. When you do see him, you try to stay quiet and simply glare. You don’t feel like wasting energy arguing with him anymore.

Before you know it, it’s time for the camping trip. Nancy writes packing lists for everyone, Jonathan and Argyle are in charge of equipment, Robin plans everything, Steve and Eddie get the tents, and you plan the meals. It really is a whole system, and it’s been working so far and you can only hope it stays that way.

The morning you’re set to leave, you’re extra tired. You barely slept the night before and when you think about it you haven’t been sleeping well for a while. Since the movies with Steve, actually. You’re half asleep sitting on your porch steps next to your luggage when Eddie’s van finally arrives.

The sharp honk of the horn startles you, and you groggily grab your things and make your way over to the car. Of course, you’re not ecstatic to be spending an extended amount of time trapped in a van with Steve, but you’re too sleepy to worry about it too much.

Jonathan and Argyle are taking a car packed full with most of the stuff, while Eddie drives the rest of you along with whatever couldn’t fit in Jonathan’s car.

As you climb in, you don’t really take note of who’s sitting where, only that there’s enough room in the back for you to take a nap, so that’s what you do. You say hi, then, you’re curling up and closing your eyes. Your friends decide not to bother you and let you sleep.

Steve, sitting in the passenger seat next to Eddie, couldn’t stop turning his head to check if you were still asleep. He’d cover it up by saying something to Robin or Nancy, but they could see where his eyes were looking. On one hand, he was glad you were asleep; you seemed tired—more so than usual—and it kept him from having to argue with you. On the other, he sort of wished you’d wake up and say something to him, even if it was an insult. He missed the banter, the way he could let himself go around you.

He’d never say it, he barely even lets himself think it, but he misses the sound of your voice, too.

He didn't even want to wake you up when the van finally got to the campsite, even though the others left him to do just that. You looked so peaceful, the usual scowl you wore around him wiped off your face. He reached a hand out carefully, slowly, like he was almost afraid to wake you. He ran it up your arm first, ignoring the buzz in his fingertips, and shook your shoulder gently.

“Babe, wake up.”

You blinked your eyes open lazily, “oh god. Please don’t make fun of me right now, Steve. I’m too tired.”

He tries not to think of the pinch he feels at the fact that you think he woke you simply to say something to tease you. He doesn’t blame you, but it still bothers him. He pulls his hand away.

“Just telling you we’re here, sleepyhead. Would’ve let you keep sleeping, you know, enjoy the quiet. Everyone else wanted me to wake you up.”

“‘Kay, well your job is done.”

“Yep. Bye.”

He walks away after that, and you think that might’ve been the most awkward interaction you’ve ever had with Steve. He was distracted, maybe. Something on his mind you think. You stretch with a groan and move on.

You finally make your way over to where everyone else is setting up the tents, and Robin greets you with a dramatic hug. “Don’t be mad.”

You pull back and squint at her. “What did you do?”

“So,” she rocks back on her heels. “While you were asleep during the drive, the tent arrangements were sort of made and you and Steve happen to be sharing.”

“What? Why?”

“Well…me and Nancy want to share,” she looks at you shyly, even though you know she’s harboured feelings for a while. “And so the big tent went to three of the guys and Steve volunteered to share the last one with you.”

“He volunteered? You’re joking, right?”

Steve? Voluntarily share a tent with you? There was absolutely no way. The last time you checked, he hated you and vice versa, so what the hell was he trying to do here?

“No, I’m not.”

“Fuck’s sake,” you take a deep breath. You don’t want to ruin Robin and Nancy’s time and to be honest, when you think about it, you know Steve the most out of all of the guys. “Okay. Fine.”

“Thank you!” She then runs off to set up the tent with Nancy.

You look around for Steve and find him by himself, trying to put up the tent that would be yours, too. You make your way over there to help, and maybe to figure out what he was up to with this sharing thing.

“Hey, Harrington?”

He looks up from where he was fiddling with the tent, his forehead slightly damp and his jacket forgotten on the ground. You look at his arms, the way they move, but catch yourself before he notices. What the hell?

“Uh oh. The last name…”

“You agreed to share a tent with me?”

He honestly has no clue how he’ll talk his way out of this one. The truth is, he volunteered to share with you not only because he thinks Robin and Nancy deserve to share, but because he hated the idea of any of the other guys being the ones to sleep next to you. He doesn’t even want to begin to unpack what that might mean.

“Is that gonna be a problem?”

You crossed your arms, “you tell me, Steve. What are you playing at?”

“Wha- nothing. You should be thanking me, actually. ‘Cause Eddie and Argyle smell like weed all the time and Jonathan Sleep talks. I know from last year.”

“Thank you? Oh, Steve my saviour, for saving me from having to sleep next to a sleep talker.. the horror!”

He rolls his eyes, “are you gonna help me with this tent or stand there like a princess, huh?”

You stomp over to help him, sort of petulant and grumpy. You just want to know why he seemed so okay with this. None of it made sense and ever since he woke you up from your sleep in the van, things feel weird with Steve. You aren’t having full on arguments so far, and you don’t even remember the last time you’d gone this long without yelling at least once.

Miraculously, you and Steve actually finish setting up your tent first.

He smiled at you when it was done, and you shook off the feeling in your chest at having that boyish grin of his directed at you. You don’t think he’s ever genuinely smiled at you before.

After the site was set up, you all spent the rest of the day moving your stuff to the right places. It occupied enough of your time that when you were all finished, it was beginning to get dark out, the sun and its beams replaced by the night sky.

That night, nobody was up for cooking a big meal, so you all settled for cooking hot dogs over the fire that Steve built. It was a good night, in the end. Steve sat across the fire from you and the whole group split off into smaller conversations meaning you didn’t really have to interact with him. You still looked at him, though.

Every couple of minutes your gaze would flick over to him, his face lit up by the orange glow of the campfire. He’s always been pretty, you knew that, but you could see it now more than ever. The way he looked when he laughed, his hair a little messy but he didn’t care about it around his friends. It was hard to look away.

He found himself doing the same, stealing glances when you were too preoccupied telling a story or giggling at something someone said. You always grabbed his attention in a way he didn’t understand. He wanted to look at you, to talk to you (even when talking was more like fighting).

As it got later, and the majority of the group had already gone to bed, the rest of you decided to turn in, too. You had sort of been dreading going to bed because you were worried about how having Steve there would be. If you two could get along long enough to sleep.

He let you get changed first, hanging back to put out the fire and make sure everything was cleaned up. He waited a bit before going to bed, lingering by the dying fire and hoping you’d be asleep by the time he joined you in the tent.

You weren’t asleep, but you laid facing away from his sleeping bag and stayed that way while he laid down next to you. It was weird, feeling Steve’s body so close to yours. You could feel the body heat, the slight shift everytime he moved.

Steve had trouble getting comfortable. Something about you being so close to him in this way had his mind running miles a minute. He could smell your shampoo, could see details he never really lingered on before.

When Steve shifted once more you turned onto your back, “will you stop moving? Can’t sleep ‘cause you’re noisy.”

He smiles at the sleep in your voice, he hopes you don’t see it.

“Sorry, babe. Trying to get comfy.”

You expected him to say something along the lines of ‘you can sleep outside if it bothers you so much,’ not to apologize. He’s sweet when he’s tired, it seems, because after that he really does try to stay still.

“Um. ‘S okay,” you turn back onto your side, shutting your eyes and adding, “night, Steve.”

“Goodnight.”

He moves one more time before falling asleep, as slowly and quietly as he can and he winces when the noise of his sleeping bag against the fabric of the tent still rings through the small space. Luckily, you’re already sleeping this time.

-

At one point during the night, Steve wakes up extra warm. He opens his eyes and the space is dark, but he can see enough to know that the two of you have moved much closer in your sleep.

Your sleeping bags were against each other, Steve’s arm sticking out of his and slung over your waist, his nose almost touching your hair.

It’s an intimate position, especially for the pair of you, and he really doesn’t want to move but he also doesn’t want you to wake up and yell at him for being so close.

He takes another inhale, smelling your hair again before pulling himself away from you and turning to face the opposite direction.

He misses the feeling of you tucked close to him but chooses not to dwell on that.

-

The first full day was mostly uneventful.

You spent the time hanging out around the campsite reading, or playing cards, or just talking. It was nice to be able to spend so much time with the people you keep close, the friends you know you’ll always have.

As for Steve, things with him are odd. You don’t find yourself arguing with him, more so just teasing and letting things go that you wouldn’t have before. It seems like you both have realized something. What exactly that is, you’re not sure.

For now, you blame the atmosphere. Something in the air is making things shift around, feel different.

At one point you and Robin take a walk, finding the communal bathrooms and some trails that you can take later. She really just wanted to have someone to spill to about how things went with Nancy, and you were more than happy to listen. To get your mind off of a certain boy who wouldn’t seem to leave your thoughts.

The time ticked by lazily, the day filled with laughs and a lightness that you don’t feel when you’re in Hawkins. There are so many horrible people in the town, and while you know there are good ones, too, it’s nice to escape the bad for a couple of days.

Nothing super eventful happened until that night.

You all decided to open up the lunchbox Eddie brought containing joints, some provided by Argyle, which you wouldn’t touch given your tolerance, and smoke by the fire that burned as brightly as the night before.

A couple of joints were lit, passed around the circle until they were finished. Some people would hog them for longer, causing some false anger and light slaps and playful whines to ‘share,’ and ‘be nice!’

Somehow, you and Steve ended up next to each other this time. And somehow, there wasn’t any comment made about it, you both accepted it, welcomed it, even. He was warm, his skin like a space heater that you actually wanted to keep close. You blamed it on the fact that you got chilly easily.

Once, when you tried to reach for the joint from Steve’s grasp, he gave you a teasing grin and held it out of your reach.

“Hand it over, Harrington,” you huffed.

“If you want it, you gotta come get it, babe.”

Usually, the nickname would come out harsh, but not this time. No, this time it lost its edge, leaving his mouth like a true endearment. It made your heart stutter.

“‘Kay,” you were already feeling it, so you didn’t hesitate to practically climb into his lap to get it.

He was frozen at the feeling of you against him, on him. It made him blush and he hoped that the glow of the fire hid it well. You grabbed the joint easily, humming in success and moving back to your spot next to him.

He avoided Robin’s gaze, knowing it would say ‘seriously?’ and raise even more questions in his head about what he actually feels for you. He wasn’t ready to dive into that just yet.

As the sky got darker and the hours shifted to the earliest of the morning, the group began to head to bed. First, it was Nancy and Robin, stumbling off giggling with their elbows linked. Then, it was Jonathan and Argyle, who left with a ‘goodnight dudes.’ When Eddie saw that it was just him, you, and Steve left, he sent you both a wink and strutted off with that mischievous grin on his face.

You didn’t really want to know what he was implying with that look.

“You tired?” Steve asked you.

“Not really,” you shook your head. “Would love to lay down in my sleeping bag, though.”

“Forgot weed makes you snuggly, babe.”

He’s right, it does, and you're resisting the urge to lean your head on his shoulder as he speaks. He stands before you can, grabbing a bucket to put out the fire and then leading you both to your tent with his flashlight.

It’s not long before you’re both in bed, facing each other and laying closer than you ever thought you would. The weed was mingling with your thoughts about the boy, the new feeling you got when he looked at you. You’re sure it was nothing. At least, you think you are.

“Hey Steve?” You speak softly.

“Yeah?” He’s laying on your side, facing you and you’re doing the same. He isn’t sure when your face got so close to his but he doesn’t mind. Not one bit. What is happening?

“Why’re you being nicer to me? Thought you hated me,” you’re being more honest than you would usually allow yourself to be, especially with him. “It’s confusing.”

His eyes roam your face, the color of your eyes and the way your hair fell over your forehead messily due to your position. He brushed it back, contemplating what he might say.

“I never hated you,” and he means it.

“Oh,” you don’t know what else to say. You’re surprised by his admission.

“Do you hate me?”

“I don’t think so,” you shake your head, correct yourself. “No. I don't.”

He realizes his hand is still pushing the hair from your forehead, and when he goes to pull it away you make some sort of sound in protest. He keeps going.

“I’m sorry that I judged you ‘cause of high school.”

Your eyes are closed, but he knows they’re probably looking sad, misty. He can tell you feel guilty, though he appreciates the apology, he doesn’t want you to be upset.

“I’m sorry, too.” He knows the dislike went both ways. He’s not so sure about that anymore, though.

You shuffle closer to him, letting your cuddling tendencies while high get the best of you and pushing yourself into Steve’s warmth. You tuck your head under his chin, the sleeping bag preventing you from using your arms. Instead, he frees one of his and wraps it around you.

You fall asleep with the smell of Steve surrounding you, bergamot, something woodsy, something sweet buried under the scent of weed that still lingers.

Your clouded mind doesn’t let you think about what this might mean, what might’ve changed in the short time you’ve spent at the campsite. Same goes for him. Steve’s content holding you for now, and worrying about it in the morning.

-

When you wake up, Steve still has an arm wrapped around you, though you’ve spun to face away from him. He’s close, his chest against your back and legs bracketing yours. You can tell even through the layers of your sleeping bags.

It makes your head spin.

You think maybe everything you’ve ever thought about Steve has been wrong—except for the fact that he’s pretty, you’re right about that—and it’s making you panic.

You lift his arm off of you as carefully as possible, just enough to slip out from under it. You wince when he makes some sort of sound of protest, his arm seemingly searching for you. You don’t want him to wake up now, you’re not ready to face him, really. You need to think.

Lucky for you, he finds your pillow and decides to cuddle that instead, remaining asleep.

You’re up before anyone else, catching the last bit of the sunrise and seeing the yellows and oranges give way to the blue skies of the day. You sit on the ground with your back against one of the logs used as a bench during campfires, your legs bent and your chin propped up on your knees.

The quiet is nice, nothing but the birds chirping and the wind rustling tree leaves. It allows you to try to figure out whatever the hell this camping trip has done to your relationship with Steve, if you could even call it that.

It seems that at some point during the short time you’ve been here, the hatred you thought you had for him had dimmed, changed into something more friendly, maybe. Though, you wouldn’t describe some of the thoughts you had about him recently as friendly.

You huff and drop your face so your forehead rests on your knees now. You haven’t figured one thing out. If anything, forcing yourself to think, to unscramble your thoughts, has only made things worse. Blurred the lines more.

It could’ve been minutes, or it could’ve been hours before someone else got up. That someone was Nancy, who simply walked over to where you sat, and took a seat next to you. She knew when not to ask, when to just be there. You’d known each other long enough for things to be easy like that.

When you turn your face to look at her she gives you that classic Nancy smile, close-mouthed and soft, and it tells you that she’s there, that it’ll be okay in the end.

In that moment, you believe it, and you rest your head on her shoulder.

-

Other than your inner crisis of the morning, the day is uneventful like the one before. You all head down to the nearby lake and laze around. You keep reading the book you brought, munch on the snacks Nancy packed up in a picnic basket, and even have a nap on the blanket that was lying beneath you.

You had an early morning, after all.

Steve couldn’t keep himself from sneaking glances at you all day. Though, maybe it doesn’t count as sneaking if both Robin and Eddie call him out on it. He doesn’t say anything to them, he doesn’t think he could even if he wanted to. He himself has no idea what’s going on.

All he knows is that you look really pretty when you sleep. Well, you look pretty all of the time, but there’s something about the complete serenity on your face, the way your cheek is squished against your hand and your hair falls around you messily.

When the breeze picks up, he uses the blanket he was sitting on to cover you. He doesn’t let himself overthink it in the moment, even if he knows he will later. He just wants you to be warm and comfortable.

Robin pulls him aside under the guise of wanting to grab something from her tent and fully believing in the buddy system. In reality, she wanted to try and knock some sense into him, because she knows she’ll be able to crack him sooner than she could you.

“Steve, you like her,” she tells him. Not a question, a statement.

“I don’t, Robin.”

“Oh come on! You won’t stop looking at her, you tucked her in for fucks sake!”

He only stares at her, unsure of what to say.

“How can you be so clueless about your own feelings? We can all see it. Me and Nance talked about it earlier, and she said she saw your lady really early this morning looking all troubled.”

“She’s not my lady. Jesus, Robin.”

“Of course that’s the part you choose to focus on, dingus. Means she’s confused, and so are you. I knew you guys didn’t hate each other.”

“Just ‘cause we don’t hate each other anymore, or whatever, doesn’t mean we like each other, either.”

“Can't wait to tell you I told you so later.”

With that, she heads back to the group, leaving Steve even more frazzled than he already was.

That morning, when he woke up holding your pillow, his face buried in it, he couldn’t ignore the disappointment he felt because of your absence. Hated that he inhaled deeply to catch a whisper of your perfume or shampoo on the pillow.

He also can't stop thinking about the conversation from the night before.

‘Do you hate me?’

‘I don’t think so…No. I don’t.’

He wonders if you really meant it. He hopes you did.

-

The two of you don’t talk again until you’re going to bed, back in the solitude of your shared tent. You’d been orbiting each other all day, round and round and never colliding.

You’re forced to talk to him when you climb into the tent, Steve already in his sleeping bag with a book propped open and a pair of glasses perched on his nose.

“Didn’t know you could read, Harrington.”

He peeks at you through his glasses, your face clearer than usual thanks to them. “I’m full of surprises, babe.”

You’re realizing that now, you think.

“And the glasses?” You gesture towards him with your hand, moving to sit down atop your sleeping bag when he replies.

“Got beat up one too many times, I think. Ended up with shit vision.”

“At least you look good in them,” you blurt out.

It’s true, he does look good in them. You think he’d look good in anything, really. The frames suit him, make him look softer in a way. Even though you mean it, you didn’t want to say it out loud. You hope he’ll ignore it for your sake and move on. He doesn’t.

“You think so?”

He sounds like he truly means that question, like what you think actually matters to him. It does matter to him. In fact, you’re the only person besides Robin who’s seen him with them on and he can’t help but feel nervous, insecure.

“Um,” you look at him. “Yeah, I do.”

You’re pretty, you almost add, but you stop yourself. You haven’t figured things out enough to say things like that to him right now. You don’t know if he’ll tease you for it, hold it against you, or if maybe he’ll keep looking at you the way he is right now. You hope it’s the last option.

His gaze is tender, but it leaves your skin burning. His eyes trail your entire body, down and back up until they’re locked on yours once again. He’s taking his time to see you in a way he hasn’t let himself until now. The color of your skin and the dips and curves of your body, the way your hair frames your face and the shine of lip balm on your lips. He closes his book, tosses it aside.

“They’d look good on you too,” it takes you a second to realize he’s talking about the glasses. He shuffles closer to you, takes them off and pushes them onto your face. “There.”

His fingertips brush the skin of your face when he pulls his hands away.

“Jesus, Steve, you got punched badly enough for this prescription?” You squint at him through his lenses.

He huffs out a laugh, small, but there. You want to make him laugh again and again. The thought scares you because you know that something is changing in how you look at Steve, that maybe it changed a long time ago and you were too busy mouthing off at him to notice.

“I think it has more to do with the number of punches, not their force,” he says. Then, “they look nice. The glasses, I mean.”

“Oh. Thank you.”

You take them off and give them back to him, he tosses them aside to where his book lays forgotten. He’s not so interested in reading anymore, anyways. Not when you’re here, not when you seem to be getting along well enough that he keeps looking at your lips.

Everything’s fucked. It’s all so different, like a tectonic plate has shifted in his mind and stirred it up, changed how he sees you. If only he knew the exact same thing was happening to you, too.

It’s quiet for a bit, sort of awkward. There’s something you know you have to talk about, but neither of you want to bring it up.

Steve seems to be the braver one in the moment as he starts, “listen. About last night-”

“It’s okay, Steve,” you cut him off. “If you didn’t mean what you said. I understand.”

“No! No, it’s not-” he cuts himself off this time, trying to find the right words to say. “I did mean it.”

“What parts, exactly?” You hate that you have to ask for clarity, but you need to know in order to feel less afraid about what you feel. If he was in the same boat, you’re sure it’d make you feel safer.

“All of it. The part where I don’t hate you, that I never did. The part where I’m sorry for how things have been between us until now.”

“I meant it, too,” you say after a beat, voice almost shy. “All of it.”

“Can we be friends?” He asks, though the way his sight keeps flicking from your mouth to your eyes to the way your pyjama top falls off your shoulder doesn’t feel friendly. No, it feels heavier than that.

You nod, “I would like that, Steve.”

You can smell his shampoo, his scent, and feel his body heat that’s become more familiar in the last couple of days than ever. When did you move so close?

He’s right next to you, your legs touching and facing each other and you can feel his breath tickling your lips, taunting you.

“Do you think maybe we can start being friends tomorrow?” He says.

“Why’s that?” You ask, though by the way his hand comes up to cradle your jaw, his thumb brushing your lower lip, you think you know exactly why.

“‘Cause I want to do some very unfriendly things to you right now if you’ll let me.”

“Okay.”

It’s the only confirmation he needs before he leans in, pushing his lips onto yours sweetly at first, just a peck. Like he’s testing the waters and making sure you won’t pull away. When he pulls back and you try to chase his mouth, that’s when he really kisses you.

This time, it’s messier, quicker. It’s heated in a way that has your stomach swirling and your thighs squeezing together. He licks into your mouth, fully tasting you and opening you up for him. It’s dirty, the way he slows it down so it’s languid.

It has you climbing into his lap to straddle him and pushing your hands into his hair to keep him close. It has you grinding yourself against him and letting a small whimper escape when he pulls your bottom lip between his teeth before diving back in.

You’re absolutely done for when he pulls back long enough to peel off his shirt and then kisses you dumb all over again, his hands on your waist urging you to move over him. He eventually takes your shirt off, too, but he doesn’t lean back in.

No, he’s completely taken by the sight of you and your lack of bra. Transfixed.

“Can I touch you, baby?”

That one’s new.

“Please.”

The word sparks him into action, and he can’t believe it just came out of your mouth and was directed at him. He thinks he must be dreaming, it’s all too good to be true. The feel of you against him, on him, all over him. The way your tits feel in his hands when he cups them and brushes his thumbs over your nipples, the hitch in your breath when he does.

“Fuck. You’re so pretty. So, so pretty.” He can’t stop himself from saying it.

”You’re pretty, too.” Your hands interlock at the back of his neck and pull him in to kiss you again.

It’s not much longer before he flips you over, grabbing a pillow to place beneath your head and letting his hips weigh yours down, pinning you beneath him with one hand propping him up and the other still busy at your chest.

Your hands trail down his back, feeling the muscles ripple and shift under his heated skin. He’s pushing himself into you, hard, giving you both a taste of the friction you’ve been needing. It’s not enough, though, and he knows it. He needs more, too, but he holds off to tease you, to hear you say please again.

He can feel your chest heaving beneath him, and he pulls away from your mouth to give you room to breathe. He moves his kisses to your jaw, down your neck, instead. He’s careful not to leave marks, but he’s greedy with you nonetheless, covering as much skin as he can until he finds that spot that makes you whimper.

His ear is right by your mouth when you do and he thinks he’s found his new favorite sound.

His kisses stray further south, and your hands push into his hair when he pauses at your chest, pecking across the swell of your tits before taking a nipple in his mouth. As much as he wants to, he doesn’t stay there for long. The way you’re squirming a little under him, pulling his hair tighter, tells him you need more and he decides he’s teased you enough.

“Can I?” He asks, sitting up enough to hook his fingers in the waistband of your pyjama bottoms and panties.

“Only if you take yours off, too.”

It sounds like a good deal to him, he’s straining against his boxers, and he really wants to see you. Taste you.

He pulls your bottoms off first, leaving you naked and waiting as he stands to take his pants off.

“Hurry up, Steve. It’s cold.”

He lowers himself to hover over you once again, “don’t worry, baby. I’ll warm you right up.”

Then, he’s making his way back down, a kissed path down your stomach until he’s laying between your legs. His hands run soothingly along the outsides of your thighs, hold them apart when you try to force them shut.

You feel shy under his stare, focused on where you’re wet and wanting. You seriously can't believe this is happening.

“You’re beautiful, okay? Don’t need to hide from me,” he punctuates his sentence with a sweet kiss to your inner thigh.

You don’t have time to say anything back because his mouth is on you, licking a stripe from the top up to your clit that has your eyes fluttering shut. One of your hands is back in his hair, the other searching for one of his and holding tight when you find it.

It’s not long until he has you moaning, your thighs now thrown over his shoulders. He’s groaning into you everything you buck up towards his mouth, encouraging you. He acts as if he’s enjoying it just as much as you are even though nobody’s mouth is on him. It makes it that much hotter.

You don’t think you’ll ever be able to look at him without thinking of what he’s capable of making you feel after this.

“Steve,” you whine.

He pulls back to look at your face, the pinch between your brows telling him you need more. “What is it, baby?”

“Please.”

“Gotta tell me, pretty girl. Use your words.” He knows he’s teasing you but the reaction it’s getting him is too good to stop. The way you whimper when he licks at your clit only to pull back before you can even process it.

“Your fingers, please,” you say it quietly, but he lets it slide.

He uses the hand that isn’t still holding yours and brings two fingers to your entrance, circling it and getting them wet before he pushes them in slowly.

Steve doesn't think he’s ever felt this way with another person. He's so invested in making sure you’re comfortable, so taken by how you look and how you sound. He’s so completely lost in you and this and he doesn’t want it to end.

His fingers are moving steadily, finding that spot inside you that has your toes curling. He keeps going until he feels you squeeze around his fingers, his mouth back on you, though his eyes stay on your face. He knows you’re close when your head falls back, when you moan louder than before, when your thighs tighten around him.

“Is that good, baby?” It’s a rhetorical question, but he wants to hear it from you.

“Yeah, Steve,” you breathe out. “Really close.”

“Go on. Come for me.”

You don’t know how, but his words draw your orgasm out of you. It’s intense and has you laying back down, your head digging into the pillow and your hand squeezing his tight.

He doesn’t pull away until you push his head lightly, needing a minute to regain your bearings because of him. You don’t know how he can be so good, make you come in a way you didn’t think was possible. And he still looks as pretty as ever while doing it, his mouth and fingers wet with you.

You think your eyes almost roll back into your head when he sucks his fingers clean.

Steve Harrington really is a menace, just maybe not in the way you thought.

Your legs fall from his shoulders when he moves back up to your lips, kissing you slow and steady. It’s grounding, in a way. Brings you back to him and clears whatever remaining haze was there from your orgasm.

You can feel him hard against your lower stomach as you kiss, and you reach down to grasp him in your hand, stroking him slowly. He moans into the kiss when you do. You utter his name against his lips, he pulls away and rests his forehead on yours in response.

“Yeah?” He’s breathing heavy, his voice coming out breathy and rough.

“Fuck me.”

His hips buck into your hand when he hears the words come out of your mouth.

The hand holding him guided him down to your entrance, and he takes over from there. He holds a hand by your mouth, “spit.”

You do, and he uses it to lube himself up, and pushes in with his elbows on either side of your head, blocking out anything that isn’t him. Once he’s buried all the way, your legs wrap around his waist, urging him to stay close.

The first thrust is slow, almost painfully so because you can feel every single inch as he moves. He’s big and the stretch is just enough to make your eyes water, just enough to have you moaning again.

“Holy shit, Steve.”

“I know, sweet girl. You’re doing so good.”

“Faster, please.”

He complies, his rhythm picking up and his mouth finding the spot on your neck he discovered earlier. It’s all-consuming, the way he touches you, the way he fucks you. It’s as if the rest of the world has melted away and all you can sense is him. His smell, his skin against yours, the way he moves inside you.

You tug him by the hair back to your mouth, letting him swallow your moans. He savours every single one, adjusts his hips every time one is louder than the rest.

Somehow, he can tell when you need more from him, like he’s learned your body completely even in the short time he’s had it. When he knows it this time, he sits up so he’s on his knees, takes one of your legs and sets it on his shoulder so he can move deeper, better.

“You feel so good, babe. Fuck, can’t believe you’ve been right in front of me for so long.”

It’s like he can’t control what comes out of his mouth anymore, all he knows is that you feel incredible, that you’re beautiful and he wants to break down every single wall that’s been put between the two of you. He wants to know you.

It doesn’t take much longer for your second orgasm to build up, your hands bunching up the fabric of the sleeping bag for something to hold onto. When Steve takes a hand and pushes it against your lower stomach, asking, “can you feel me, pretty. Right there,” that’s when you hit your peak again.

You’re a mess, moaning his name over and over as he fucks you through it all. When you’ve come down, Steve isn’t far behind you, his thrusts sloppier and small moans escaping him.

“Can I come on you, baby?”

“Fuck, Steve. Yeah.”

He pulls out, jerking himself off until he comes over your stomach, all but collapsing next to you when he’s done. Your heads on the same pillow and pants leaving your mouths. Steve searches the tent for his boxers from before, using them to clean the both of you up the best he can.

You’re still sticky and sweaty when he covers you both with his sleeping bag as if it’s a blanket, but you don’t mind. You want him to stay close, you think.

“You’re really pretty,” he says quietly. “I definitely do not hate you.”

You giggle, push yourself closer to him, your face at his chest. “I feel a lot of things for you, I think. Hate isn’t one of them.”

His heart swells at your words. He doesn’t think you’ve ever been so candid with him and he treasures it.

“Where have you been hiding this sweet girl, huh? ‘Cause I really like her.”

“Shut up,” you deflect.

“Just being honest. Let’s sleep?”

“Yeah, let’s sleep.”

You find that Steve’s embrace feels familiar now, letting his arms come around you and pull you close. You think that his lips on your forehead in a goodnight kiss is something you might need every night.

You also think you’ll have a slight panic about all of this tomorrow. But, for now, you let yourself fall asleep, safe and satisfied.

-

When you wake up, Steve’s already outside, and you can hear the chatter of your other friends, too. You figure it’s later in the morning, that Steve let you sleep in.

You can't believe what happened the night before, half convinced it was a dream until you notice that you’re still naked. You don’t regret it, you only wish it didn’t cause so much confusion in your head.

You really do want to be friends with him, though, now you’re not sure if that’ll be enough. If you might want more than that.

Once you get up and ready, and the day begins, you keep your distance from him. He seems to be doing the same. It’s not that you’re upset with him, it’s just that you’re scared of how much has changed in so little time and you need to process it, to let yourself solve the puzzle in your mind.

The only thing Steve had said to you that morning was while passing you a plate of breakfast he seemed to have saved for you. “We’ll talk later?”

You nodded and that was it.

It’s the afternoon when the group of you head towards one of the hiking trails, water bottles and granola bars packed in your bags. You all smell like sunscreen, thanks to Nancy going mom mode on you all.

The sun beats down on your shoulders as you walk, only quick moments of shade provided by the trees that you pass. You know that by the end of it you’ll all be sweaty and sticky, but it’s a nice trail, with a view of the lake peeking through the trees.

Argyle stops to look at every plant he deems ‘peculiar’ including mushrooms, he forces Jonathan to look at them, too. Eddie is humming a guitar solo the entire way, he says it’s the soundtrack to your adventure. Robin picks flowers along the way, putting one in everyone’s hair—two in Nancy’s.

As for you and Steve, you hang back a couple of steps behind the group, walking alongside each other. You don’t talk, settling for a comfortable silence. A mutual understanding that there is something to discuss, just not right now.

Every so often, your hands will brush, and you’ll glance at each other shyly before looking away again.

You’re about halfway through the trail when a tree root gets in your way. You happened to be looking away at the moment, Steve laughing at Robin’s joke caught your attention. You trip over it, your ankle rolling painfully as you fall with a small yelp.

Steve notices first, and he crouches down next to you. “Shit. Hey, you okay?”

“Yeah, fine,” you try to brush it off, even with tears gathering in your eyes.

Everyone else comes to see if you’re alright, too, and you hate all of the attention. You know they mean well, but it’s embarrassing.

“Can you stand?” Robin asks.

Steve holds out his hands to help you up, and he catches you when the pressure on your ankle is too much and you almost fall again.

“Guess that’s a no,” Argyle says. Jonathan gives him a light slap for it.

“I’m fine, guys,” you urge, though you’re clinging to Steve to help you stay up. “Just give me a minute and we can keep going.”

“Absolutely not,” Steve says firmly. “We gotta take care of that ankle, babe.”

Just as you’re about to protest, Nancy cuts in, “he’s right, it’s kinda swollen.”

“There’s a first aid kit in the van,” Eddie adds.

You’re frustrated that you’ve ruined the walk for everyone, and you cover your eyes with the hand that isn’t holding onto Steve to hide the fact that you are now crying. You’re in pain and humiliated and there are too many eyes on you.

Steve can tell, so he says, “you guys keep going, I’ll go back with her.”

They agree, and Robin gives Steve a look that tells him she knows exactly how he feels even though he’s not one hundred percent certain. When he hears you sniffle, his attention doesn’t stray anymore.

“I’m sorry,” you say between your crying.

“None of that. Was getting bored anyway.”

You try your best to gather yourself, wiping at your cheeks and eyes roughly. Steve pulls your hand away and does it for you, he’s much more gentle. The two of you stay put until you’ve stopped crying, and Steve doesn’t let go of you through any of it.

“I’m gonna carry you, okay?”

“No, I can walk, Steve. I swear.”

“Shut up and get on my back,” he leans down enough so you can hop on, in position for a piggy back. Your arms hold onto his shoulders, trying not to choke him, and your legs are around his waist. He holds you by the thighs and begins the descent very carefully.

His hands on you feel all too familiar now. You know what they do in intimacy, how they move and squeeze at your skin, your thighs. Almost like he’s doing now, though the situation and intent is much different.

Again, the walk is spent in silence apart from the sounds of your breathing and Steve’s footsteps.

Once you’ve made it back, he sets you down so you can sit on one of the log benches by the fire pit, and he goes off to Eddie’s van with a promise to be back soon.

You discover that he’s good at keeping promises, as he’s back before you really noticed his absence. You think he might have ran there and back and that thought has your heart skipping a beat in your chest. He’s good at taking care of people, you think. The way he knew how to calm you down, how he offered to carry you, and how he takes your injured leg in his hands so carefully you almost melt. He tugs your shoe and sock off, apologizing when you say a small ‘ouch.’

“There should be a tensor bandage in here somewhere. I’ll wrap you up real good, I swear.”

“I trust you, Steve.”

He thinks those words hold a lot more weight and meaning than just wrapping your ankle, and he files it away in his mind to think about in the future. He can tell you don’t trust a whole lot of people, and he feels special that you do him. His lips curve into a soft smile.

He kneels on the ground in front of you, first aid kit open at his side and your foot propped on his knee. He wraps it slowly, fully focused on making sure he does it right because he doesn’t like the thought of you hurting. He hates it, actually.

He knows things have changed drastically since you’ve been here, and he knows they won’t ever be the same. He only hopes that the outcome is good.

You watch as he works, eyes focused on the way his hands move and hold you so softly. With nobody else around, you allow yourself to relax around him, to let your eyes linger.

When he finishes, he presses a small kiss to your ankle over the bandage. If kisses had healing powers, you think you’d be all better after that.

You don’t know how or why your feelings for him seem to have shifted so much, all you know is that any trace of hatred you had towards him has disappeared, wiped away to make room for something else. Something fonder that could be described using four letters and might have been around much longer than you thought.

“Thank you,” you say as he sets your leg down and moves to sit next to you.

“No problem, babe,” he pauses before continuing. “Do you want me to take you home today? I bet Eddie would let me take the van.”

“No!” It comes out more panicked than you wanted it to, but you really didn’t want to go home. You’d be happy staying at that campsite forever, because you hadn’t thought of your parents since you left until now. “I mean. No, I'd rather stay. Thanks though.”

Steve knows something’s wrong, that your relationship with your family may not be the best. He’s suspected it ever since your reaction to his comment about you always hanging around Family Video. He wants you to know he can relate.

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

You shrug, “not much to say, really. Just don’t like being home.”

“You can stay with me, you know… If you ever need to. My parents aren’t really around anyways.”

You lean your head on his shoulder, giving him some silent support. “Thank you. You’re kind of a great guy, Steve.”

“Only kind of?”

He turns his head towards yours, and you do the same. You’re close enough that you could lean forward ever so slightly and you’d be kissing. You think about it, he does too.

Steve breaks the moment first, though. He wants to kiss you, he really does, but he doesn’t want it to be in this grey area the two of you are stuck in. He wants it to be real, and to know exactly what it’ll mean.

“Why don’t I find you some ice for that ankle, huh?”

He squeezes your knee and stands, not waiting for a reply.

-

The rest of the day passed quickly, the group coming back from their hike and showing you polaroids they took of the view for you, Steve fussing over you every time you went to walk on your own.

Before you knew it, it was time to head to bed. Steve helped you walk over to your tent despite your insistence that you could do it yourself, “I’m going there anyways,” he said.

You simply huffed and let him curl an arm around your waist to give you some support. Maybe to have an excuse to touch you, too.

Steve left while you got ready for bed, even though he’d seen it all before. He still didn’t know where you stood and wanted to be mindful of that. As he walked back to the tent after a few minutes, he geared himself up to start some sort of conversation with you. The intent melted away when he saw you, though.

You weren’t usually a crier, but as you tried to get comfortable, you bumped your ankle against something and pain shot up your leg, sharp and sudden. You were sitting up when he came in, knees bent and your face buried in them, and your hands clutching above the bandage.

The tears fell before you could stop them, the frustration you felt and the flare up in your injury bubbling and spilling over. You heard the zipper of the tent’s entrance slip open, and you knew it was Steve, but you didn’t really want to look at him.

You hated crying, it made you feel embarrassed, and the softness in his brown eyes would only make you cry harder because you never had anyone care that much about you being upset.

“Hey,” he starts, sitting next to you. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“Hurts,” is all you manage to get out.

One of his hands rubs up and down your back soothingly, the warmth seeping through your shirt. His other hand reaches to where yours are holding your leg, prying them away gently and grasping it himself.

You lift your head to look at him, shy under all of his attention.

“You tired?” He asks.

You nod, and he urges you to lay down, so you do. He wipes away your tears for you yet again once you’re settled on your pillow. He reaches for his pillow, lifting your leg and placing it under your ankle to keep it elevated.

“Steve, you need that. What’re you gonna sleep on?”

“Got some sweats I’ll bunch up, don’t you worry. You need that more than I do, ‘kay?”

“You’re really sweet.” You say quietly, already much more comfortable than before. You don’t know if it’s the pillow he’s placed under your foot or if it’s simply Steve’s presence that makes you feel that way.

He does as he said, digging for his sweats and balling them up to use as a pillow but you stop him by saying, “you can just share mine.”

You scooch over until half of your pillow is empty, leaving room for Steve to lay down next to you. He’s careful as he does, watching where he puts his legs so that he won’t bump your ankle. He lays on his side facing you, wondering whether it would be okay to reach out and hold you.

He does it anyways, figuring you’d tell him to get off if you didn’t want him to. His arm slips out of his sleeping bag to hold your waist. You turn yourself towards him as much as you can while keeping your foot in a good position.

You find yourself getting sleepy a lot faster with him near, and it’s odd. Less than a week ago you were convinced you hated the boy and now… Well now you felt something far from hatred.

You never thought you’d even become friends with Steve, let alone whatever the relationship between you is now.

“Thanks for taking care of me today, Steve.”

His hand pulls you a little closer, “no worries. You’re a great patient.”

You breathe out, a hint of a laugh that would be there if your eyes weren’t so heavy.

“Do you think this is weird?” You ask. You’re not specific but he knows you’re referring to you and him and the lack of arguments.

“It’s different, but I’m happy. That we can actually talk now, that you don’t hate me.”

“Me too. Cuddling is also nice.”

Neither of you bring up the kissing, or the sex, but the thought of it lingers. It hovers over the two of you constantly, waiting to be brought up.

You fall asleep soon after, barely noticing the pain in your ankle anymore.

-

The next day was your last full one of the camping trip. So, naturally, everyone was together for it all. There wasn’t room for a conversation with Steve about the serious stuff which you didn’t mind all that much.

You were nervous to know what he thought. Did he even want you, or was it just a heat of the moment thing? Does he only want to be friends, or did he feel more than that?

You’d rather float in the unknown rather than hear that he didn’t like you the same way. Because this was new to you. You never had a boyfriend, never wanted one, either. And then Steve Harrington just had to make you feel so much for him. Things you didn’t know how to deal with for so long that your instinct was to act like you hated him. To convince yourself you did.

You weren’t ready to go home, to go back to reality. You were scared that you and Steve would revert back to how it was before, the dirty looks and the comments and the mask of dislike. You didn’t even want to think about going back to your house or your lousy job.

Though you didn’t have time for any serious chats, Steve would find ways to check in on you, to ask if your ankle was bothering you at all. He even rewrapped it for you when he noticed you struggling with it.

As day turned to night, the sun swallowed by the horizon, you all spent time packing up the site so it would be quicker to leave in the morning. Everything apart from the tents and what you needed to sleep was cleaned up and packed into Jonathan’s car.

Once more, the most talking you and Steve did was before bed, in the bubble of your tent.

He shared your pillow like the night before, held you the same way, too. He couldn’t stay away from you no matter how hard he tried. Steve found himself making excuses to come up to you during the day, asking if you needed help even though he knew you didn’t, checking on your ankle even if he had already done it ten minutes ago.

“What do you think is gonna happen when we go home?” You ask.

“You mean with us?” He checks, and when you nod, he takes a moment to think before continuing. “I want to be your friend, I meant that. I also think that there might be more? Maybe. I just don’t want to rush things with you,” he says the last part quieter than the rest.

“I do, too. Think there could be more. I’m scared, though.”

He reaches a hand to hold your cheek, his thumb brushing back and forth.

“I know that a lot has happened in the last couple of days, but I think we could be something. Don’t you want to give it a try?” He asks you, his face close enough to yours that you can feel his breath on your lips.

“Yeah, I do.”

You know that you’ve barely scratched the surface of what you really feel. You’re ninety nine percent sure that you love him and you know he deserves to know that. You’re just not ready to say it, and you want to give yourself time to see what things will be like back in Hawkins before you do.

He nudges his nose against yours in response, waiting to see if you’ll pull away before leaning in to kiss you. It’s slow, languid and you know it won’t lead to anything more but you cherish it all the same.

You try to pour what you can't say into it.

Steve couldn’t hold himself back anymore. He’d been wanting to kiss you ever since the last time and it was as if the rubber band of his reserve snapped when you said you wanted to try with him. Deep down, he’s a romantic and he wants to show you that side of him.

He figures kissing you the way a lover would is a good start.

-

The next morning was a whirlwind of packing what was left, making sure nothing was forgotten, and taking the tents down. It was a lot of yells back and forth and stuffing cars as full as you could.

The energy was down, everyone slightly bummed to be heading back to reality. You were especially bummed about going home. You never realize how much you hate it until you’re gone. You also worried about what would happen with Steve, how things would play out.

On the drive home, everyone sat in the same spots. Though, this time, Nancy and Robin stayed a lot closer, hands intertwined and smiles a bit brighter. It seems you and Steve aren’t the only ones who felt a shift while you were away. Maybe there really was something in the air, something that wasn’t as heavy as things felt in Hawkins.

You ended up falling asleep again during the drive, the crack of the music through the van’s speakers making your eyes heavy. You’re lucky nobody let Eddie play his music or else you surely wouldn’t get a nap in.

You’re the first one to get dropped off and Steve can’t help but worry. From the very small amount of information he’s gathered about you and your family, he knows you don’t like being around them. He wishes he could shield you from it all, how odd is that?

He’s pretty damn sure he loves you, actually.

That’s why when Eddie pulls into your driveway he offers to wake you up and help you grab your things. It’s why he’s gentle when he does so, getting out of the car and opening your door.

“Hey, babe,” he shakes your shoulders gently. “Wake up.”

You do; you’re a light sleeper. You rub your eyes tiredly and when you blink them open the first thing you see is Steve. It’s a nice sight to wake up to.

“Mmm, hi.” You say, stretching your arms.

“Hey, we’re at your place,” he tells you.

“Okay.”

You climb out of the car, thanking Eddie for driving and saying bye to Robin and Nancy. Steve grabs your bags for you and walks you to the porch. He goes to help you inside but you stop him.

“It’s alright, Steve. I’ve got it,” you take your bags from him. “Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it,” he’s quiet for a moment, glancing at your door before adding, “you’ll be okay? I meant it when I said you could stay with me, you know?”

“I’ll be fine. Promise.”

You smile at him shyly, not quite sure whether you should hug him or just go inside. You wait to see what he does, but he has his hands in his pockets, rocking on his feet.

“Okay, I’ll head inside. Bye, Steve.”

“Bye, babe,” his hand brushes your arm as you go inside.

Back in the van, everyone looks at Steve like he’s an idiot. And, well, maybe he is only this time he doesn’t understand why. He looks out the window for the rest of the drive.

He knows your parting was awkward, but he didn’t want to scare you off by kissing you or doing something in front of the others when you had only become friendly a few days ago. He wasn’t used to having things move so fast, or to having them feel so strong, so vivid.

When he gets home, the house is empty. He can’t help but feel like it’d be much brighter with you in it.

-

You’d been back for a week and nothing major really happened between you and Steve. You weren’t sure if the conversation was forgotten, if it didn’t actually mean anything. All you knew was that you definitely loved him and it was scary.

You didn’t let yourself feel things like it so often, and it was hard for you to admit it, but you were in love with Steve. It’s why it made it almost harder to be around him than it was when you thought you hated him. You didn’t know how to act, what to say.

When you weren’t working, you still visited Family Video, though now when you and Steve would tease each other it would end in smiles and laughs, not someone storming off.

Things were sort of awkward, too. Neither of you knew if you should touch, or kiss. Neither of you wanted to be the one to ask, either. You were constantly tip-toeing around each other, never fully diving in even though you wanted to.

He called you somethings, too. Late at night when your parents would be asleep. You’d always pick up right away, ‘cause you waited for his calls, sitting in your bed with a hand next to the phone just in case. He’d always ask you how you were doing, remind you that you were welcome at his place. He once said he missed sharing a tent with you, that he wanted to see if sharing a bed would be the same.

It’s the boldest statement either of you had made since your return.

Despite the actions not being there, the feelings never left. Steve would stare at you when you visited him and Robin at work, distracted from tasks and practically hypnotized. Where he used to watch you with red hot anger, it’s turned into a rose coloured haze. A pair of heart sunglasses.

It’s not until you finally take up his offer that you’re alone with him.

Your parents were being their usual selves, only somehow it was worse, more amplified. You couldn’t stay in that house anymore, so you packed a backpack, snuck out your window, and walked all the way to Steve’s house. It wasn’t too bad of a walk. It gave you time to clear your head.

Steve was actually about to call you when he heard a knock on his door. He wasn’t expecting anyone, and he couldn’t stop himself from hoping it was you. Then, he opened the door and there you were, looking pretty as ever with a backpack on your shoulders and an apology in your eyes.

Before you could even say anything, he ushered you inside.

“Hi, babe,” he grabbed your backpack. “You okay?”

There was a softness in those brown eyes that warmed you from the inside out, that made you feel like everything would be okay as long as he was around. God, love makes you so gooey inside it was gross.

“Yeah, well, not really. Can I stay here?”

“‘Course you can. Anytime.” He holds a hand out for you to take, and when you do, he squeezes your fingers.

He holds it all the way up the stairs to his room, setting your bag down at the foot of his bed and sitting on the edge of his mattress. He pats the space next to him for you to join.

“Thanks, Stevie.”

Stevie. He’s only ever had people call him that teasingly. Mostly in high school and he didn’t like it then. He much prefers it coming out of your mouth.

“Don’t need to thank me,” he says, reaching to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “I’m happy to have you here. I, um, I’ve missed you.”

He’s had a hard time opening up to people romantically since what happened between him and Nancy. He’s not sure how, but you make it easier. You make him feel like it’s okay to be more open, to let the walls around his heart crumble.

“I missed you, too,” you say.

“C’mere,” he moves up to sit with his back against his headboard, and pulls you into his lap, your legs on either side of his. It’s not in a dirty way, not at all. Rather, it’s for the comfort that can only be provided when having someone you love is that close to you.

He winds his arms around your waist and pulls you in for a hug, yours going around his shoulders, face turned into his neck. You indulge yourself in his smell and his arms and his warmth. You push a small peck into the skin just below his ear before pulling back enough to see his face.

“I needed that, I think,” you say.

“I really fucking like you,” he says, his head tilting back to rest against the headboard with a thump.

It’s like he couldn’t stop the words from coming out anymore. He’s been thinking it for too long without being able to say anything, and he’s done waiting, he thinks. He knows he loves you and as terrified as he is, he won’t let that feeling go ever again.

“Really?” You ask.

“Yeah, really,” he smiles at you, shutting his eyes for a second before looking at you again. “Listen, I know things have changed crazy fast, and I know that we’ve really only just started to get along but, I love you. I have for a long time, I think.”

The butterflies in your stomach are set free, a smile breaking out on your face because this is what you’ve been waiting for since the trip that changed everything.

“I love you too, Stevie,” you say, pushing the hair off his forehead as if it’s a reflex; without thought. “I think I just convinced myself I hated you ‘cause I was scared.”

“Gave is an interesting story, don’t you think?”

“Mhm,” you hum.

He leans in to kiss you then, tender and smooth the way that only couples do. Full of love and emotion, your bottom lip between his. It’s the fluff and sweetness of the best kind of pink cotton candy. It melts on your tongue.

Steve pulls back when your smiles break the kiss, leaning his forehead against yours.

“I think this could really last. You and me,” he tells you. He says it quietly, like it’s a secret for your ears only. A confession; he’s thought about this, the future.

“You do?”

“I mean we already had our first fight like forever ago. And our second, and our third, and our fourth, and-”

You cut him off putting your hand over his mouth, “okay! I get it,”

You can feel him smiling against your palm.

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[v4mpgutz]

⊹₊ ⋆ CUT & SEWN JUST FOR: @ladyinbl00d

₊˚꒰🎀꒱‧ BABYDOLL DRESSES : dallas winston, 'enchanted' by taylor swift, meeting for the first time.

⊹˚. ౨ৎ 𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃, 𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧

❝ all i can say is i was enchanted to meet you. ❞

warnings — movie dallas (matt dillon), mention of armed robbery, smoking, fluff, love at first sight vibes, dallas being dallas

dallas winston had never set foot inside a bookstore — that is unless you count the one time in new york before he was arrested. at that time though, he was brought along by these guys he would hang around in the subway. he watched as they pulled a gun on the old lady running the shop, the woman cowering as she handed them the money.

dallas thought about that often, he wasn't sure why they decided it had to be a bookstore of all places — did they even make money worth taking?

he hadn't exactly planned to go into that kind of store ever again, he wasn't the kind of guy that enjoyed literature of any kind and he couldn't be caught in a place like that; it would ruin his reputation. on one particular day though, he found himself being dragged to 'the book garden' — ponyboy's favourite store.

unfortunately for dallas, today he was tasked with accompanying johnny and pony as everyone else was busy. it's not that he didn't like them, because he did, he'd just rather spend his saturday doing anything else.

the three of them walked into the store where you just so happened to be working today. you glanced up at the ring of the bell when the door opened, seeing the trio of greasers. you gave a small smile to ponyboy, recognising him as he was a frequent customer. johnny you knew from school when he came and dallas — well, everyone knew dallas — but you didn't know him.

you kept yourself busy where you were, stocking the shelf with new additions. there were lots of interesting copies in there of old fairytales, you picked up a stack of seven rather thick books and walked slowly towards the fantasy section.

you could barely see over the stack but you knew your way around the store well so you felt confident enough to walk through blind. you did feel confident walking through blind, at least, that was until somebody bumped into you and made you and your stack of books fall to the floor.

you frowned, wincing as your knees came into contact with the hard wood.

you started gathering your books hurriedly, hearing a huff from above you. "you should watch where you're goin', huh? people are tryin' to walk here."

you swallowed hard and got up, balancing the pile of books in your arms once again and coming face-to-face with dallas winston.

"i'm— i'm sorry..." you sputtered out in apology, feeling embarrassment creep its way into your gut. you really should've known something like this had to happen at some point — you just didn't expect it to be dallas in particular.

the roughed up teen chewed the inside of his cheek, his eyes noticeably looking you up and down as if examing you before he looked away for a moment. he licked his teeth in a smile as he turned back to you.

"so— so what are you? uh, a— a librarian?" he asked with a little chuckle. "kinda cute."

you blinked slowly, his words catching up with you. "no... librarians work in libraries," you told him as you chewed your lip, "hence the name."

dallas tilted his head to the side and back into place in a shrug, letting out a low hum in acknowledgement. he wasn't the brightest, okay? how was he supposed to know that?

"you work here then?" he asked, despite it being obvious due to your attire and the fact you were cleary putting new stock away.

"mhm, yeah," you told him as you slid the books you were holding into their correct places on the shelf. "been working here for two years or so."

dallas nodded and sucked his cheeks in, rolling his eyes as ponyboy called him over to the exit.

"well," dallas leant down slightly as he got closer to your face, "i s'pose you might be seein' be around here more often," he claimed with a wonky grin.

"what?" you questioned with a furrowed brow, "you like reading?"

"no," dallas shook his head, "i seem to be growing quite fond of you though, darlin'."

you were flattered despite the fact that this was your first proper meeting — you understand why so many girls from your school would talk about him now. you were definitely falling for his charm, that's for sure.

"o— okay... bye," you told him quickly before hurrying back over to the staff room and closing the door. you leant against the wall and cupped your face in your hands, letting out a little screech of embarrassment and gently smacking yourself.

dallas winston had never set foot in a bookstore — and now he would make sure he did at least weekly.

RIVER'S BLURB: DAVI listen. i know this is kinda short i am sorry 😓 but i hope you like it and sorry it literally took me a gazillion years ok byebye

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[whohasthecards]

What if the dagger squad were stationed as a permanent squadron at Top Gun. All of them teach, some more than others, they train together, and still go on missions and all that. They start to get closer because of work and they live close to one another. One day in class, the students decide to prank the instructors by messing with the paperwork, they didn't get caught, but unfortunately they did the prank when the dagger squad were in a bad mood. Jake comes in the office and notices the bad mood and makes a joke to lighten things up, but it ends up with the squad snapping at him and even blaming him for what happened (probably Rooster and Phoenix starts it). Jake tries to defend himself saying something along the lines of 'I don't even know what happened, and my paperwork got messed with too', but no one believes him. Even Coyote and Mav were disappointed in him, hell even Hondo pulls him aside and tells him he should stop messing with the squad. He feels hurt and decides to stop arguing because 'it's not worth it.' The next couple of days the students notice how tense the dagger squad is and managed to piece together what happens based on tactical information gathering (eavesdropping). They start feeling bad, but thinks Hangman deserves it for being a dick sometimes. Cyclone finds out what happened and thinks, 'that doesn't sound like Hangman' because Hangman is very precise with his paperwork, he was also in charge of making most of the lesson plan that week, so the prank would have harmed him the most. He manages to talk to Hangman, who says he doesn't know who did it, but nobody believes him, and he waves off Cyclone's concern saying, 'it doesn't matter, anyways'. However, Cyclone sees how withdrawn the younger man is, and how the dagger squad was getting more pissy with him. Cyclone gets even more concerned and pulls up the CCTV footage and finds out what happens, and pulls the dagger squad and the students to rip them a new one. How disappointed he is in top naval officers not investigating properly and acting like children, and how the students just let it fester. He turns to Hangman and asks how he would like to proceed with punishing the students, and Hangman shrugs and tells him to let the rest of the dagger squad decide because 'you guys were the most inconvenienced by what happened, so you guys chose.' To the students he says, 'I get it, I messed with my COs too, I would say not to let it go on for this long next time, but we all know that ain't happenin' ', he gives them a smile and leaves. The dagger squad bends over backwards trying to get Jake to forgive him, but he tries to stay strictly professional. Cyclone becomes more involved in Hangman's life, and even acts as a mentor. Invites him for dinner or drinks and all that. Hangman is confused, but happy Cyclone gives him the time of day. Eventually Hangman starts becoming more open with Cyclone, and hangs out in his office much more, and Cyclone enjoys the kid's company. One day after a successful mission, Beau pulls Jake close for a side hug and a hair ruffle instead of shaking his hand, and after Jake gives him a small smile, eyes filled with wonder, Beau knew that he wasn't gonna let him go.

I want this as a happy ending of course, and probably change it a bit to make it more "realistic" and all that. Will I actually write it? Who knows, it's just thoughts dump. I just like giving Hangman angst and a chance to have even more found family. (He and the dagger squad will be cool eventually, they spoil him more later on.)

#jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #fanfic #mavdad #pete maverick mitchell #top gun #top gun fandom #top gun maverick #bradley rooster bradshaw #dagger squad #beau cyclone simpson #hangman angst #angst #fluff #found family #brain dumb #word vomit

[anonymous-dentist]

Soulmate au where everyone with a soulmate has a little marking on their wrist in the shape of something related to their soulmate. It isn’t usually romantic, like we’ve got Pac with a creeper on his wrist and Mike with a little Pac Man symbol.

And Roier? He has a cat, but he’s never really believed in soulmates. He’s always been a firm believer in Having Fun and not tying himself down to someone because of fate; if he wants to settle down with someone, it’ll be because he loves them, not because a magical tattoo is telling him to

He tries Spreen, gets stabbed for it. Decides that love isn’t worth anything, decides that his real soulmate is the torture chamber under his basement

And then a boat crashes on the island, and time seems to slow down as Roier accidentally meets the eyes of one of the poor Brazilians trapped in the boat’s office

Meet Cellbit, who’s managed to convince himself that he doesn’t deserve a soulmate after all the terrible things he’s done. He wears long sleeves and he wears gloves that cover his wrists, so almost nobody knows what his soulmate symbol is. But he knows. He knows it’s a spider, which is one of the few things that freak him out, so, like. Nah. He’s good

Unfortunately for the audience, our two idiots don’t realize shit for a very long time. Roier doesn’t wear a spider-man logo until after their engagement. He calls Cellbit ‘gatinho’, but he does so as a flirtatious counter to ‘guapito’. Both of them keep their symbols covered, and neither really care about the whole ‘soulmate’ thing at all because they’ve decided they love each other and that’s what matters

It takes until Festa Junina for someone to put the physical pieces together, and it’s actually Foolish. He knows how to keep a secret, though, so he stays quiet until the date. He gets Leo to spill wine all over Cellbit and Roier’s hands where they’re joined over the table, soaking their sleeves (and gloves) through

Roier immediately swears and swats playfully at his sister. He rolls up his sleeves, showing his symbol off for the first time as Cellbit begrudgingly pulls his gloves off to let them dry, showing his symbol for the first time. Who cares if they see each other’s symbols? They’re getting married no matter what at this point, probably, who cares about soulmates?

The world freezes. They look at each other’s symbols, and everything just sort of clicks into place

Roier laughs so hard he cries. Of course! Of course he managed to fall in love with his soulmate without even knowing it was him!

Cellbit, though, is quieter. He still doesn’t know how to feel about the whole Abueloier Thing, and he isn’t sure if Roier would even want to be soulmates with him

The answer, of course, is a resounding “Of course, pendejo! I forgave you before I even found out we’re soulmates, shut up. Let’s go back to the castle. Now.”

So they go back to the castle, and they talk, and they decide that them being soulmates doesn’t really even matter because they would’ve fallen in love with each other regardless of what the Goddesses of Love had planned. Maybe that’s because they’re soulmates, or maybe it’s because they’re so in love that they don’t need to be. It’s a bit of a paradox, but so is everything else on the island. They’re in love, and that’s all that matters.

(They don’t tell the rest of the island, though. They wanna see how long it takes everyone to figure it out.)

(Joke’s on them, everybody already had a pretty good idea after one week of them hanging out together.)

[thesuperiorrobin]

Damian Wayne wasn’t a big fan of holidays. Whether is Christmas, Easter, Valentine’s etc

Even Halloween.

Until he meet you.

You loved Halloween. The free candy, the amazing costumes everyone wore, and the cute little kids having their first Halloween with their parents—you just loved it all. For Damian—technically it was his first Halloween overall and his first Halloween with you. So imagine your surprise when found out that Damian—during the amazing day at the end of October—spends the day in his room locked in his room doing god knows what.

“What do you mean you don’t do anything?!?

Damian rolls his eyes at you “I just don’t see anything special about dressing up and knocking on peoples houses to get free candy”

“that’s the Whole point Dames! There’s more to it than just the silly costumes and free candy!”

You were disappointed. After all that your main goal was to get Damian to like Halloween. Yet no matter how hard you tried he just would budge. He didn’t even like the idea of dressing up together for Halloween—which kinda hurt your feelings a little. He was acting like he was a little too old to do those things. And mind you you and Damian are both 16-17 years old—you two are old but you aren’t that old.

“It’ll be fun!” You say “trust me!”

“Beloved I’m not going to wast my time going out doing childish things”

“But we won’t promise” you whined “I got invited to a Halloween party. So we unfortunately won’t be going trick-or-treating this year”

Damian Wayne isn’t a fan of parties either, but he’s learning to adjust to them. Just very slowly at the moment. No matter how hard you tried to convince him his answer was a stern no. You tried everything—begging, trying to exchange something so he could go, you even said you’ll walk Titus for an entire year if he goes but he denied. But you had one more trick up your sleeve. Damian had a gut feeling you’ll use it at some point. You pretend to give up and give out a long sigh. Like a really loud and heavy one which makes Damian's ear twitch a little.

“Alright fine, I get it. You don’t wanna hang out with your amazing girlfriend on this amazing scary holiday” you get up and get ready to dramatically leave his bedroom. Damian can feel his body twitch slightly and he watches you leave his room—closing the bedroom door shut. He knows you’re waiting behind that door.

He knows you're counting down until he gets up and opens the door for you. Damian hates how you have such an impact in his decision at this point because he’s annoyed at the fact that he actually gets up and opens the door with a scowl.

“Fine” he sighs out “I’ll go to the stupid Halloween party with you

You squeal as it makes Damian’s heart skip a few beats. “Goodie I already have the perfect Halloween costume for us”

“Of course you do”

Safe to say you and Damian had the best costume that night—you wanted it to be within your budget. Not his yours, because you knew Damian would juts buy some expensive costume that really isn’t worth it.

It’s a bonus too because everyone on the Gotham Instagram page and the news went wild. Much to his dismay.

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Y/n_L/N: i love this version of Grim better 😘😍

(P.s Dames artistic skill really pop off for this party swear😃)

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Random_user13738: I hope y’all break up

└ y/n_L/N: Me too so I can get with this man instead 😍

Dicck_GrAy: HOW DID YOU GET HIM OUT OF THE HOUSE?!?”

└ y/n_L/N: a magician never reveals their secrets🤗

Random_user86382: I wish I had a bf like this 💀

└ y/n_L/N: i heard boys like him are hard to come by☹️

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I hope everyone had an amazing Halloween.

I didn’t even get to go trick or treating with friends bc I got sick 😭

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[aomine-ryo]

Um hello. It’s been a year? Two? I don’t even know. But I’m back (kind of) to writing. It’s been a strange time while I was gone, but I’ve really missed you guys and writing so I wrote up a lil scenario for Aomine (ofc) to get me back in the groove of things. (Definitely not based off of life experiences ha ha…)

Anyways, hope you enjoy and I can’t wait to see what’s been going on in the knb community while I was gone xx

Scenario: your ex, Aomine tries to get back in your life

gender neutral reader

daiki: hey, you awake?

You stared at the text notification from your ex at 2 in the morning. What on earth did he want?

y/n: hi yeah I’m awake. is something wrong?

You haven’t spoken to Aomine in months since the breakup. In fact, even hearing his name would send shudders through every muscle in your body. Thinking back to one of the worst breakups of your life was surely not something you wanted to revisit, especially since you were doing much better for yourself now.

daiki: wanna catch up at the park? I can pick you up from yours.

Just reading that notification made you queasy. There’s no way he just wanted to hang out after ghosting you for months; let alone after breaking up with you out of absolutely nowhere when you thought things were going well.

“You alright y/n?” the hoarse yet comforting voice next to you asked. Your boyfriend looked over at you with a concerned look, the light from his phone screen illuminating his face.

“Uh, yeah I’m fine. Just zoned out I think,” you replied. You considered telling him that Aomine texted, but you didn’t want to make it a big deal because it wasn’t— you didn’t need Aomine in your life. You had all you wanted right next to you.

“Maybe you should get some sleep then, my love,” he suggested, leaning over to place a light kiss on your head, instantly making your queasiness go away.

As much as you wanted to find out what Aomine would possibly say to you and maybe even let out the thoughts you’ve been dying to get out to him for ages, it was more trouble than it was worth. So you just left the message unanswered and went to sleep.

About a week later, you were at Kise’s birthday party. It was unfortunate that you and Aomine still had a lot of mutual friends, but this was a very big house party so the chances of you being forced to talk to him were slim, especially because you knew what he was like at parties like these. You agreed to meet your boyfriend at the party since you both had very hectic days prior to this, but he wasn’t here yet. And a text from him you got about twenty minutes after you arrived would let you know that he wasn’t going to be showing up at all. It wasn’t too big of an issue though, you just chatted with your friends and danced along to the music with everyone else.

Eventually you decided that you wanted to get a bit more to drink, so you excused yourself from the dance floor and headed into the kitchen.

“Oh hey y/n,” a familiar voice said, making your stomach sink instinctively.

You turned around from the drinks table and met eyes with your ex. There was a time in your life where you thought you’d forgotten his face altogether, but looking at him now, all the memories started flooding back in. You used to study his every feature, and it seems like nothing about him has changed.

“Uh hi Dai— Aomine.”

“It’s not a crime for you to call me by my first name, you know,” he said sarcastically, moving over to you to pour a drink for himself.

“Just feels a bit wrong,” you replied shortly.

“What’s wrong is that you completely ghosted me that night. Care to explain?”

“What does it matter to you? I’m sure you found someone else to hookup with instead,” you retorted bluntly. No matter what the situation was, you were always able to speak your mind with him. Maybe because you felt like he was in no place to judge you.

“You thought that was a booty call? No, I genuinely wanted to catch up. It’s been a while and I couldn’t sleep that night so I just figured,” he shrugged. He paused for a second, seemingly to go over his actions. “Actually, on second thought, I see why you’d think that— the timing was a bit weird.”

“I’d say. Anyways, I’m gonna go back to my friends now—“

“No no, why don’t we head outside and talk for a bit. You owe me a catch up after all,” he cut you off, shifting a bit closer to you to stop you from leaving.

“I don’t owe you shit after the way you treated me,” you snapped, feeling a cocktail of emotions about this whole encounter in the first place.

“You know what? That’s fair. I’m sorry. But I do still want to talk— for old times sake,” Aomine negotiated, though it seemed like this confidence was a result of him progressively becoming drunker.

You sighed, “Fine. But I’ll have you know that if you say anything out of pocket I will not hesitate to slap you.”

Aomine nodded in agreement and the two of you headed out into the backyard. There were significantly fewer people out here and the music wasn’t deafening anymore, so it was a rather nice escape granted the person you were with could use some improvement.

“So what did you want to catch up on?” You asked as the two of you sat down on the wicker couch. He was awfully close to you and you could smell the familiar cologne. You didn’t know if you wanted to hug him or punch his face.

“Well actually, I wanted to apologise first for ending things the way I did. I was really immature about it all and I didn’t consider your feelings,” he said. It was weird hearing him say all of this so sincerely. He was always the type to joke about stuff and move on, so seeing him this serious was quite rare.

You narrowed your eyes at him in response, trying to find a tell in his face that would indicate that he was lying. “You’re being weird. Why aren’t you making your stupid jokes?”

“Because I’m serious about this. I do actually regret what I did,” he said, letting out an awkward chuckle when he realised that you were still the same you.

“Well, I’m over it so it’s whatever. I’m dating b/n now and he makes me happy.”

“Oh right yeah. You guys are dating. I forgot about that,” he muttered, the realisation hitting him like a truck.

“Mhm, so I’m sure you understand why us talking isn’t the best idea?” you nodded, taking a big sip of your drink that burned as it went down.

“I mean, I can’t cheat on you if you’re with someone else can I?” he said, a stupid grin on his face. There’s the Daiki you knew.

You tried your best to hold in a laugh and it was like the air got lighter. “I wouldn’t put it past you to find a way to make that happen,” you retorted.

So there you two were, smiling at each other like nothing’s changed; like he wasn’t the cause of the most gut wrenching pain you’ve ever felt— because at the same time, he was also the cause of the biggest smiles you’ve ever had.

“For the record, I’m a grown man now, I’ve learned from my mistakes,” Aomine beamed, head held high.

This time you couldn’t help but laugh. “I find that difficult to believe.”

“I’m serious. I hated the way I made you feel so I vowed to never hurt feelings again— on purpose at least,” he said, words slowly beginning to slur.

“I have to see it to believe it, I’m afraid,” you shrugged, beginning to feel a bit tipsy yourself.

“Then give me another chance. I’ll show you the full Daiki-boyfriend experience— none of that half assed crap I did last time— seriously how’d you fall for that?” he rambled.

“Don’t blame me for something you did. My taste in men is questionable,” you said defensively, the weight of Aomine’s words not registering in you head at all. “Plus you’re too late, I’m with b/n now.”

“You think he’s better than I am?”

“Well he hasn’t cheated so he’s got an up on you there,” you replied sarcastically.

“Okay but I’m taller than him.”

“That makes no difference to me.”

“I’m funnier than him.”

“He has his moments,” you shrugged.

“I’m stronger than him.”

“Not emotionally—“

“I can love you so much more than anyone in this entire world, I’d give you the moon if it meant that I can be the only one to make you smile,” he proclaimed. He seemed serious. The back and forth felt fairly witty until now. Now you were at a loss for words.

“You’re just saying that because you’re drunk,” you replied in what was barely a whisper as you averted your gaze.

“Well they say drunk words are sober thoughts,” he sighed, slowly settling down. “I miss you, y/n.”

“I miss you too Daiki,” you replied almost instantly. Did you just say that? You glared at your drink, calling it all sorts of profanities in your head for making your inhibitions so difficult to control.

Aomine met your gaze with dark blue eyes that for once had a flurry of thoughts and emotions swirling through them. His expression was soft. He didn’t think you’d reply like that. Looking into his eyes like this brought you a comfort you couldn’t even begin to describe; a comfort you haven’t felt in so, so long.

The navy haired boy leaned in and it felt like time froze around you. The familiar scent, the familiar closeness, the familiar way your stomach twisted and turned— you wouldn’t dare to deprive yourself of this feeling you’d been aching for for months. When his lips crashed against yours it felt like happiness again; like you were transported to a world where everything worked out perfectly. As your hand ran through his soft hair and his pulled you closer by your waist, there was nothing that could compare.

Aomine eventually pulled away, but kept his hands on your waist and all you could feel was an ache for more. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that, b/n—“

“If we tried again, would you really give it your all?” You cut him off, ignoring the wave of guilt you felt about your boyfriend.

“I’d worship you,” he assured with a soft smile.

You couldn’t help yourself from grinning at this point. Your lips met with his once again, your heart bursting with a warmth that only Aomine can bring.

“You know…” Aomine said once your lips parted.

“What?” You sighed, preparing yourself for the stupid banter you knew was gonna come next.

“You gave me all this shit for cheating, when you’re just as bad as I am,” he gave you a smirk that you just wanted to slap away.

“Shut up, I only gave you shit for it because you went for someone worse than me,” you scoffed.

Aomine looked at you with nothing but love in his eyes. “Fair enough. No one could ever compare.”

#kuroko no basket #kurokos basketball #knb #aomine daiki #kuroko no basquet #kuroko no basket x reader #aomine daiki x reader

[spotsandsocks]

The Lost and The Found Chapter update!

Chapter 3

There’s something going on and whatever it is Buck’s excited about it. Bouncing around like an overexcited puppy. Bobby’s smiling at him indulgently and Hen and Chim are behaving like irritated siblings who have to endure their younger brother’s birthday celebrations. Even Lucy (who isn’t actually that bad once you get to know her and find out that Buck still wants to sit next to you despite pretty blondes hanging around) is smiling at his restlessness instead of teasing him.

It’s not Buck’s birthday, he knows that and he can’t think what else would have him so excited. He’s not planning any surprises for Chris at least not that he’s mentioned. Eddie can admit he’s a bit irritated at being kept in the dark. He can also admit that his mood might be a little bit to do with the time of month. 

It’s not escaped him that with each of the three months that have passed since the well incident the pull of a full moon has put him on edge. In the week leading up to it he’s been a little on edge, maybe a  little less rational and a bit, ok more than a bit short tempered. 

Not that that it means anything but this  month is number four and again he feels a little unsettled. Its a little like how he felt  after his injuries and discharge. Only worse. He really needs to find another witch, get the curse looked at again. Just to be sure. It’ll be fine but probably worth checking. Lost in thought Buck’s voice is a surprise that makes him jump.

“Hey Eds?”

“What?” 

The word is more of bark, a lot harsher than he intended and his regret is instant. It’s hardly his friend’s fault if he’s in a mood. The blue eyes looking down at him are uncertain now and Eddie hates it when Buck looks like that.  It’s worse today because he’s the one putting the expression on his face. A quick apology chases some of the look away. 

“Sorry just, you know…” which obviously explains nothing so there’s still an edge of wariness in Buck’s expression and he stutters a little,  “ I I was  just just gonna ask if you…you wanted a coffee?”

The remaining tightness around Buck’s eyes is matched by the careful tone of concern in his voice. Eddie tries to sweep it away with a smile and a significantly more cheerful response.

“Sure, thanks.”

Unfortunately his friend isn’t convinced by the breezy tone and it’s impossible not to be aware of the look he’s getting as Buck drifts off to get coffee for them. It’s Buck’s patented ‘what’s going on with you’ look but he holds back from saying anything for now. He doesn’t ask later and Eddie never gets to his coffee either. The alarm goes and they’re leaving for a call. Coffee behind left to go cold. Eddie makes sure he smiles and joins in with the chat in the cab the whole way there, clearly signposting to Buck that there’s “nothing to worry about.” 

It might have worked except the journey back has a very different feel. Probably to do with the fact that he spends most of the return journey staring silently out the window.  Buck then spends the rest of the shift avoiding him or maybe he’s just being paranoid, maybe it’s just a coincidence Buck isn’t anywhere to be found.

It’s a guilty conscience making him think thoughts like that. Eddie knows he was short tempered before the shout and while he tried on the way out to be cheerful unfortunately his mood got worse once they arrived at the scene. He took it out on Buck and earnt himself more sad puppy eyes from his friend and several frowns from Hen and even Chim at one point so he knows he must have been bad. It wasn’t his fault, not really, it was just that the three women at their emergency had been blatantly flirting with Buck, who had laughed and gone along with it. Eddie found it extremely unprofessional. Each smile and flutter of eyelashes Buck gave them irritated him a little more. He’s pretty sure Buck smiled more at one of them more than the rest. The red headed one. 

Unprofessional and annoying; he’s pretty sure the red head slipped Buck her number.  

He knows why he’s annoyed and he’s not proud of it. He’s jealous and it’s childish. Eddie’s allowed himself to get a little too dependent on Buck and that’s on him, not Buck. He’s the one who let Buck into his life so completely but he’s not really family, he’s not pack. Eddie doesn’t have that anymore and needs to learn to share his new best friend.  

Buck has a life outside of Eddie even if the reverse isn’t particularly true. 

Dating is bound to be a part of that. A wave of disgust hits him. God he’s pathetic, jealous of his best friend getting dates. Eddie tries hard not to consider what particular aspect of Buck getting dates it is that upsets him. 

Better not to think about that. Better not to wonder if he’s jealous of Buck dating or of people dating Buck.

head to ao3 for the rest Chapter 3

#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buddie fic #911fic #911 fic #shifter fic #911 on fox #911 fox #911 abc #buddie wip

[blacklegsanjiii]

North Blue Language CH. 7

“We got company!” He yells pointing up.

“They’re just bugs! Why the hell are you scared of them!” Zoro demands of him and Sanji can't say anything about the iron mask and how Sanji couldn't fit his tiny, bony, malnourished hands into it to get the bugs to stop eating him. His mother cried looking at him during their escape or how his dad had found him in a panic attack because he got bit while outside once.

“They're a cook's worst enemy.” He says because that is also true.

“So you act like a little girl?” Zoro laughs at him. “Pathetic.”

“Stop pissing me off, asshole! At least I don't get lost!” Sanji yells as he lands a solid kick against the green haired man. He wishes he could be honest but he can't, he can't it will kill them if he is. The crew only just found out he's from the North Blue talking to a descendant of Noland the Liar, Cricket, and he's not sure people believe him.

Sanji fights a man who claims to be God in order to protect Nami and Usopp. He's electrocuted several times and he doesn't die. Sanji wonders if his death would be payment for the suffering his mother went through, especially if it was for protecting his crew. Would it be worth enough?

Luffy wins against God, he's Luffy. Of course he won. Enel, God’s name is Enel. The golden bell is ringing and it's gorgeous. He can't help but sing to the dead god under his breath as they leave Skypiea. The hymnal to a god of slaves as they leave. It's comforting as they head to Water 7.

The Foxy pirates are an interesting group and Sanji is made to be the ball in the final game. He's getting his ass kicked with Zoro. All the illegal moves are legal for them and Sanji can feel his ribs break. They win luckily. Luckily. They make it to Water 7.

The Merry is no longer seaworthy unfortunately and Usopp doesn't believe the builders as he starts to work on the Merry. The crew is fighting about it and Usopp leaves and Sanji, regrettably because it's Zoro making a good point, he agrees with the Mosshead that he'll have to make gracious apologies to come back to the crew.

They just don't expect Robin to leave either. They save her with the help of Franky. And Sanji takes on the Sea Train mostly by himself. He finds Usopp and they watch Robin and Franky be saved by Luffy and as they head back to give Merry back to the sea Nami catches it.

“Sanji! You're bleeding! What happened?” She yells at him as she rips the sleeves of his shirt up and sees the scabbed over cuts up both his arms.

“They're not that deep, they've already stopped bleeding too, don't worry!” He says, deflecting easily. “It's not my hands, I'll be fine! Promise!”

“I'm sorry you went through all that trouble for me, Cook-san.” Robin apologises.

“Nonsense, I would have done it for anyone on our crew.” He smiles at her as he fends Chopper off. He wouldn't expect the crew to do it for him because a cook is more easily replaced. Maybe they could find one Zoro got along with. Franky, Paulie, and Iceberg promise to have a ship ready for them in three days. The fourth day the ship is revealed and it's magnificent. Sanji loves the galley, it's for them and their ever growing crew, like Franky. They hang everything up from before.

Nami's trees are back on deck, Luffy and Chopper have a swing, Zoro can lift weights in the crows nest. There's more room in the bunk rooms. Nami's navigation room is huge and she's in love, the aquarium has the bar and library and Sanji finds more books from his childhood than he thought possible.

When they sail and find a skeleton named Brook and a ship island called Thriller Bark. Usopp, Nami, and Chopper are terrified and for good reason. Of course they go investigate the island despite Brook telling them not to. Luffy has to get this skeleton’s shadow back. Sanji will follow his captain to the end but he knows a warning when he gets one, a real one anyway.

After he saves Nami, because she got kidnapped and almost married off to the guy who had the clear-clear fruit and Sanji. Sanji has issues okay and he's so glad his crew isn't around or conscious enough to hear it. His shadow gets stolen and he sees his zombie fight Zoro and maybe they're meant to be enemies after all.

“Okay but we need to get our shadows back because the fog is gone and it's almost dawn!” Sanji yells at Zoro.

“And what do you take me for, Shit-Cook?” Zoro yells back as they fight Luffy's zombie until all the shadows are free. Luffy is passed out from exhaustion and Moria is gone. Somewhere. Sanji can't feel him or that pink haired girl anymore but there's someone new.

“We got company!” He yells pointing up.

“Who the hell is that?” Zoro demands and Sanji could tell him it's Kuma, he could tell him about the paw-paw fruit but he stills in fear because he needs to protect his crew, his captain. Sanji gets thrown away when he attempts to attack as do most of the crew. “Leave my captain alone!” Zoro demands of the Warlord.

“If you take your captain’s pain I will spare him. I will not take his head.” Kuma says.

“You got a deal.” Zoro says and then Kuma gives him a taste and it's awful. Sanji can hear his haki scream in agony and pain. Sanji wishes he would never hear something like that again.

“Tell the crew to find another, Zoro.” He demands as he lights a cigarette and stands in front of Kuma. Except Zoro knocks him out and when he wakes he follows the searing pain until he finds Zoro. “Zoro? What happened?” He asks gently as goes and holds the man upright and starts leading him back. There's so much blood. Too much to be outside a normal human body and live and Sanji feels anger that Zoro, the one Luffy needs most, did something like this.

“What happened?” Zoro breathes raggedly as he lets himself be dragged. “Nothing, nothing at all.”

“Stay with me Moss, we’re almost to Chopper, okay?” Sanji says as he tries to go faster. Faster and faster because the crew needs them back and for Zoro to live. He lives and Chopper is thanking Sanji for finding him.

“You have as much resolve as he does, it was quite beautiful.” Brook says as he plays the piano.

“I thought you were a violinist.” Sanji says instead.

“I know a good amount of instruments.” Brook answers. “Do you have a request?”

“No, it's alright. Thank you, Brook. I'm happy you're joining the crew.” Sanji smiles at him as he goes and sits next to Zoro. “Fucking idiot Mosshead.” He sighs. He watches the crowd sing Bink’s Sake with Brook and wishes he was in Zoro's place. The nicotine steadies his shaking hands as he sings the lullaby about moon softly to Zoro. He sings again when Luffy climbs into his bunk shaking and clinging to him.

“Captain?” He asks at one point, clearly concerned because Luffy hasn't climbed out or fallen asleep. “How about some hot cocoa then? That's what I do-” he cuts himself off but Luffy is nodding and rubber arming himself around the cook so he gets up and makes his way to the galley.

“Luffy, I need you to get off me and free my arms, okay? You can still hold on if you want but I need my arms and hands.” Sanji explains and Luffy nods and his haki is scared and frightened. Sanji makes it and sits with Luffy at the table.

“What happened? I'm his captain, I'm supposed to protect us.” Luffy asks as he burrows into Sanji's side as the elder lights a cigarette.

“He's the first mate, Captain, his job is to protect you.” Sanji explains and Luffy buries himself into Sanji's side.

“Can you sing the song about the moon again?” Luffy asks and Sanji obliges, petting his captain’s hair. If it was him Luffy wouldn't be as sad because a cook is as replaceable as an oil lantern. Eventually he and Luffy both fall asleep and there's a photo of it on the wall the next day.

~*~

The next one comes out two weeks later and Sanji looks both less ridiculous and more ridiculous. Mihawk and Sora stare at it perplexed because this one is an actual photo at least but his heart eyes are sickening.

“I hope it was a cat.” Sora murmurs.

“It was definitely a type of cat.” Mihawk sighed and took a light slap to his shoulder as penance.

They do not get another bounty poster, instead a wailing pink haired teenager, younger than Sanji floats into the parlour. The look Mihawk gives Sora as she observes the girl and flicks her hair.

“Well, she's not Reiju.” Sora says after going to sit on Mihawk's lap. The girl huffs indignantly at them as Mihawk wraps an arm around her and gives Pink Hair a look of anger.

“Ew, what an ugly name. So not cute.” Pink Hair sneers as she looks around. Sora stiffens and Mihawk is furious. He knows Sora didn't have much of a hand in anything involving her kids until her and Sanji's escape. The names were numbers and codes for experiments.

“I suggest you apologise and leave or I will make you leave.” Mihawk snarls.

“I would love to leave but I have no idea where my captain is! Where the hell am I?” Pink Hair snaps.

“Kuraigana.” Mihawk snaps back, grabbing Yoru’s hilt. Pink Hair follows his hand and her eyes widen in shock.

“Oh shit, you're Dracule Mihawk.” She whispers in horror.

“Yes, I am. You just so happened to insult my wife. Who the hell are you?” He demands.

“Dracule, she's a child.” Sora chides quietly.

“She's a pirate.” He says, fixing Pink Hair with a look. “And not a very bright one.”

“Gecko Moria is my captain, he's a warlord as well! I'm Perona!” She squeals out in terror.

“Moria? I haven't heard about him in ages.” Sora says. “You don't know where he is?”

“No, some stupid rubber kid wrecked everything.” Perona groaned. “I haven't heard anything in like a week.”

Sora fixed Mihawk with a look that made him frown at her. They both knew if Sora said the word Perona could stay. They both knew that she held so much power over him that if she told him he would die for her. It didn't take much as he released Yoru.

“She can stay as long as she's polite to you.” Mihawk relented. Sora nodded as she stood once again. She led Perona away to a spare bedroom he assumed. Perona and Sora appeared to be about the same size so she could wear Sora's dresses until he went on a supply run.

#black leg sanji #monkey d. luffy #roronoa zoro #cat burglar nami #op franky #nico robin #tony tony chopper #soul king brook #dracule mihawk x sora #dracule mihawk #vinsmoke sora #mihawk x sora #vinsmoke sanji #strawhat pirates #north blue language

[starlady-baby]

Juke Jeudi time! This time you get a double feature. Art and a story! Enjoy.

Ever since the stamps went away and Julie was able to hug her boys, things were going good in the Molina house. Although nobody knew how or why it happened, none of them complained about it. The boys could still spend time with their favorite alive person (because they still weren’t sure exactly what they were) and happy that they could still spend time with each other.

It was one of those days where things were more quiet than normal. Reggie was hanging out with Ray and Carlos, Alex was probably with Willie somewhere, and Luke was in the studio, working on a new song he and Julie had started. He hadn’t come up with any lyrics, but he’d started plucking out some notes on his guitar that fit with the melody they came up with.

Eventually all his ideas had been spilled out and he left the pages on the piano. He wasn’t sure what time it was, but Julie must be home from school now, right? He shrugged and poofed himself up to her room, hoping she’d be there.

She startled with a jump and rolled her eyes. She tried to look angry but Luke saw right through it.

“How did you even know I’d be here yet?” She asked, barely having set her backpack down by her bed.

“It was just a hunch.” He shrugged. “Whaddya say we go work on that new song?” He asked, a grin forming at the end of his lips.

“I would love to, but I just got slammed with a bunch of homework for tomorrow.” Julie sighed heavily. “And you remember what my dad said. I’ve got to focus on school first.”

“School can wait, Jules. You always get it done anyway, right?”

Once again she rolled her eyes. “Yes, but that’s not the point right now. I need to crank out some of this stuff before we go into the studio.”

Luke rolled his eyes and pouted. “C’mon… you’re sure you can’t just take a little break before working on your boring school work?”

“Yes, Luke, I’m sure. It won’t take long, okay? I promise we’ll work on it after.”

He was still pouting but nodded and sighed. “Fine. I guess we can do that.”

Julie smiled at him and grabbed one of her books out of her backpack. “You’re still more than welcome to join me. I don’t mind the company.” She said, that smile of hers turning into a smirk.

“Oh, why thank you.” He smirked back and sat on her bed.

After Julie grabbed the book, (some Shakespeare play that Luke had unfortunately recognized from his own high school days) she sat up on the bed as well. She propped herself up against the head of her bed, her pillows behind her back, and started to read.

Luke sighed quietly to himself, not so patiently waiting for when the two of them could go out to the studio. He knew that this is what she needed to do though. He knew Mr. Molina meant it when he said Julie needed to focus on school, otherwise their so-called “plug” would be pulled. And as much as he wanted to work on the song, waiting for her to finish her homework so they could still make music together was worth all his time.

Eventually Julie was about halfway done with her reading, which took shorter than Luke thought it would. She set her book down momentarily and decided to stretch.

“Jeez, I should’ve sat at my desk. That board against my back is not comfortable.” She mumbled, raising her arms up.

Luke nodded. “I can’t imagine it would be. At least the pillows help though.”

“I suppose. Thankfully I don’t have much more to read, though.”

“And then we can go work on our song.” Luke said as he grinned.

“And then we can go work on our song.” Julie laughed, grabbing her book again. This time though, instead of resting against the board and her stack of pillows, she leaned up against Luke.

His eyes widened a bit and then his grin turned to a soft smile. “Sounds like a plan, boss.”

Julie laughed quietly and returned to her book. As her eyes went over the pages and the words form sentences in her head, she eventually found herself under Luke’s arm, her head not too far away from his.

He looked down at her, happy to have her in his arms. So glad he can finally hold her and be around her without being afraid that they’d never be able to touch. That they could never hold hands. That this little relationship of theirs couldn’t go anywhere. Now he felt like he didn’t need to worry about that anymore.

Her eyes glanced up and she saw his soft hazel eyes staring into her own. They looked at each other for a second, taking in each other’s beauty, until they both leaned closer and their lips locked together.

After they pulled away, Luke grinned.

“I think this little relationship of ours just got a bit more interesting.”

#happy juke jeudi! #juke jeudi #jukebox #juke #julie and the phantoms #jatp #luke patterson #julie molina #julie x luke #luke jatp #julie jatp #my fanart #my fanfic too I guess- #I’ve never really posted my writing anywhere before #so I hope ya’ll like it #this was fun nonetheless #yay juke!

[maleyanderecafe]

In Search of Haru (Mobile)

Created by: SEEC Inc.

Genre: Otome

I actually knew about this one for a while, it's just I never got to going around to learning about the story until I finished doing this ask. The story is very short, but its sweet. The creators also made Otome Chat Collection as well as Puppy Boyfriend, the latter of which I will also try to get a recommendation done soon. The yandere in this one is Haru Fujisaki with his ending fittingly named the Dark Ending. You can watch the entire series here if you don't want to download the app.

The story starts out with Konatsu Shinosaka as a child, being bullied because of her weight. She was rather sad until a boy named Haru came to cheer her up. Her family moved afterwards, so she couldn't say bye to him but they moved back in high school. now that that she's returned, she's determined to find Haru. Unfortunately for her, there are three Harus in the class- Haruka Fujisaki, the class president; Takaharu Kiyru, the guy that sits next to her- the badboy with the heart of gold type and Haruto Yanagi who works at the library. The game is mostly just going about and hanging out with each of them in an attempt to find out who is the childhood friend Haru. Takaharu and Konatsu generally end up cleaning together, finding out that he enjoys taking care of a stray cat on campus, while Haruka generally comes to hang out with Konatsu when given the chance, and Konatsu helps in the library with Haruto.

In the endings, we found out that Takaharu was one of the boys that bullied her when she was younger, due to his insecurities of having a crush on her and general peer pressure. He returns the handkerchief and tries to confess to Konatsu, but Konatsu still being hurt by the bullying turns him down and instead asks to be his friend instead, something he agrees to happily.

Haruto is Konatsu's true Haru, and while in the bad ending one of her so called friends leak photos of her when she was younger, bullying her, in the good ending we find out that Haruto thought that she had left him because he was mean(?) to her, and got into reading after she recommended him a book. The two of them essentially changed themselves to be more appealing for the other.

In the bad ending, Konatsu hangs out with Haruka a lot, going out to eat and karaoke with her. Haruka eventually confesses to Konatsu, which he wholly agrees, but suddenly because very possessive over her, telling her to not talk to any other guys. He reveals that he knows about Kontsu's search for Haru and while he isn't the one, he tells her to stop thinking about him. He manipulates her into thinking that his is for her protection and that if anyone knew about her past, that she would get bullied again. Not wanting a repeat, Konatsu agrees, and as time goes on Haruka's possessiveness gets worse, making her not talk to other people or even touch them.

Like a lot of SEEC games, the game itself is very simple and short with one yandere ending (or character) involved. I think for a short game it is worth it since I believe it only makes you watch ads to progress the game, which isn't as bad as other mobile games I've played. The premise itself is very short and sweet with Konatsu wanting to find her childhood friend Haru and most of the events are pretty standard shojou esque things you would do in a high school.

To me, Haruka's yandere moment kind of comes out of left field since before that there's no indication that he was possessive or obsessive to begin with. He only becomes so right after Konatsu accepts his confession, with him becoming possessive because he believes Konatsu is too cute and that someone will take her away. He manipulates her into believing that he's doing this to prevent Konatsu from being bullied in a sort of underhanded blackmail kind of way. Considering that Konatsu doesn't want to redo the events of her childhood and in one ending, this very thing does happen, it's understandable why she would agree to not talk to other guys and eventually other people. It's the kind of thing where you've only realized you've made a bad decision when it's done and there's not really any good way of backing out of it.

The art style is pretty cute and simple- I just kind of wish there was more than one track of music because it's pretty tiring listening to the exact same track over and over again with little to no change. The CGs I think are pretty nice too and there's actually more than I expected from a game as short as this one.

Overall though, a cute and short game. The yandere isn't anything that's extremely big in the series, but I think that it's at least a good oneshot material. If you are interested, please check it out. This company has a couple of games with yanderes so hopefully you will see all that relatively soon!

#In search of Haru #male yandere #yandere #yandere boy #recommendations #completed #mobile

[imagineanime2022]

He Comes To Your Rescue

Toru Oikawa X Fem!Reader, Hajime Iwaizumi X Fem!Reader Kotarou Bokuto X Fem!Reader

Summary: You get caught up in something and he defends you

Part 2 - Atsumu Miya, Osamu Miya, Suna Rintaro, Kei Tsukishima

Part 3 - Kuroo Tetsurou, Wakatoshi Ushijima, Tendo Satori 

Part 4 - Yuji Terushima, Kiyoomi Sakusa

Part 5 - Kageyama

Toru Oikawa

👑 When you started hanging out with the boys more often, most of the fans were kind enough, they all knew that they weren’t dating Oikawa.

👑 Oikawa was the one to announce that he was dating you, all it took was one post and everyone knew by the next day.

👑 Like I said most of the fans were happy for you both but there were a few who refused to believe that you were both together, people that claimed you were with him because of his money (unfortunately athletes don’t actually get paid that much but okay) or for the status.

👑 Though these opinions hadn’t been much more than social media comments you had always been waiting to meet someone with more confidence than common sense.

 You smiled as someone tapped you on the shoulder, you looked over your shoulder and your smile widened as you looked at Iwaizumi “I’m glad you found the stadium okay.” You smiled as he took a seat next to you, his arm stretching over the seat behind you as he ruffled your hair slightly. “Do you know how long it took me to do my hair today? Why would you do that?” You tried to fix the damage he had done.

“Don’t worry you look fine, it’s not like shittykawa is even going to notice.” He shrugged.

“Are you trying to make me feel better?” You asked.

“He’s glanced up at the 3 times and he’s still not realized me.” Iwa shrugged.

“See she claims to be dating Oikawa but she’s letting this guy wrap his arm around her.” You both looked over at the girl who pulled out her phone and snapped a picture of you both.

“I’m going to post this.” She informed you as she showed you the picture.

“Please do, I look really good from that angle.” You smiled “don’t you think?” 

“Yeah sure.” Iwa rolled his eyes with a smirk, his eyes on something on the court.

“Are you done here?” You asked as you waited for them to leave.

“Are you serious!?” She asked.

“Surely you’re not going to watch the game from there.” You frowned, you could see Iwa was about 5 minutes away from telling them to get lost himself but before anything else could happen, you heard him:

“Little cutie! You didn’t tell me that there was a special guest.” Oikawa appeared next to you.

“Well you were the one that said you missed him.” You shrugged “Iwa said that he was looking to go on holiday so here we are.” 

“I love you.” He cheered as he pressed a kiss to your lips before turning his attention to Iwa both of the hugging as you glanced over to see the girls were gone. “Fans of yours?” He asked in reference to the girls that were in the place that you were looking.

“Fans of yours.” You corrected him “thought I was cheating with Iwa.” 

“Still as annoying as it was in school.” Iwa cut in.

“Come you’ve got to get back down there and make this match worth the watch.” You ordered, he leaned down to kiss you one more time snapping a picture on your phone.

“Post that for me.” He winked kissing you one more time before jogging off out of the range of Iwa’s hit.

Hajime Iwaizume 

💪 You didn’t often go to meet Iwa at work, he worked at a gym full of men most of the time and he was rather protective.

💪 This time however he had forgotten his lunch and as much as he hated asking he needed you to drop it off, seeing the way that his day was lined up, he wasn’t going to have time to go out and grab something else.

💪 When you got there the woman at the front desk smiled as she recognised you. “He told me he was waiting for you, I’ll call him down.” she called for Iwa and then gestured for you to go take a seat while you waited for him.

💪 The people behind you must have been listening in because before long they were standing over you.

“Can I help you?” You asked as you looked up at them.

“Do you even go to the gym?” One of the girls asked and you looked at them and frowned.

“Umm…-” 

“You don’t look like you go to the gym.” The other cut you off.

“What is that supposed to mean?” You asked.

“Well how did you get a session with Iwaizumi, we’ve been trying for months.” The first girl complained, they both looked you up and down before one of them laughed.

“Are you planning to bribe him?” She smirked and you frowned before your hands tightened around his lunch sensing that they were up to something, you could see her hand lifting but before anything could happen the man of the hour called out to you.

“Thanks for bringing this for me sweetheart.” You looked at him and smiled, standing to walk over and meet him halfway, hoping to get away from the girls in front of him but they had other plans, one of them stepping forward and knocking you off balance, you fell forward doing your best to make sure that Iwa’s lunch stayed in tacked. Iwa rushed over to you, taking the lunch from you and putting it to the side.

“Oh my god are you okay?” One of the girls stepped forward.

“Leave.” Iwa ordered as he pulled you up to sit.

“What?” She asked.

“You and your friend leave, find another gym to use.” He ordered before turning his attention to you, tipping your head up to see if there was any damage to you.

“Is your lunch okay?” You asked as he sat you back on the bench and started cleaning a small cut on your cheek.

“I don’t care about the lunch, I care about you, did you know those girls?” He asked.

“No, they said that they’ve been trying to get a session with you for months and they were angry because they thought that you were doing a session with me.” You shrugged.

“Mmm.” He hummed. “All fixed up.” He pressed a bandaid to your face before kissing where the small cut was.

“Thank you.” You smiled.

“No problem, my love.” He said as you both stood up as you attempted to step around him he wrapped an arm around you “I’ll make up for this when I get him later.” 

Kotaro Bokuto

🦉 Bo had been training hard for this match for months and the least you could do was go and support him, the stadiums were loud and crowded so you didn’t often find yourself there.

🦉 When you told Bo that you were going to be there, he was over the moon, he would not stop talking about it and even asked you to wear his shirt from last season so that he would be able to see you in the crowd.

🦉 To his credit he did see you as soon as you sat down, he waved at you before blowing you a kiss, you waved back pretending to catch the kiss and put it to your cheek.

🦉 That was where the problems came, it caught the attention of a group of girls who were clearly fans of Bo or the Jackals in general because they were standing in front of you within seconds.

“Where’d you get that top?” One of them asked, you glanced at them for a second before answering.

“From my boyfriend.” You answered as you tried to look around them to see the court, when you did, you actually couldn’t see him anymore and frowned, your attention drawn back to them when one of them nudged you in the shoulder.

“We ask you a question.” The first one glared at you folding her arms across her chest.

“Sorry, what did you ask?” You asked through gritted teeth as you tried not to start a fight at the match the Bo had been working so hard for.

“Do you know that’s fake?” She asked. “There’s no way that your boyfriend could have gotten the real shirt from that season.” 

“What makes you say that?” You asked, leaning back in your chair.

“They didn’t sell any merch for that season, there’s nothing that looks like that made officially for fans.” You honestly thought that you had left this behind when you left school, you had been dating Bo for a long time and it’s not like you kept it a secret, he had trouble keeping his camera off of you, you were all over his social media.

“Babe!” You heard him yell before he came bouncing into your view with his phone “it’s time for my pre-game picture.” 

“Don’t you usually take that with your team?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah but you're here today, I wanna take it with you.” He smiled as he sat in the chair next to you pulling you against him “smile baby owl.” You smiled at the camera and he snapped the picture standing up to cage you into the chair that you were sitting on.

“What are you doing?” You asked for a small smile on your face.

“I’m just making sure you're okay.” He answered.

“I’m fine I’m just trying not to start a fight before your match, I want to see you win.” You smiled bringing your hand up to gently caress his cheek. “So get back down there so you can win.” 

“Alright babe.” He pressed a kiss to your lips “make sure that you cheer for me when I win.” 

“Make sure you win.” You winked before pressing another quick kiss to his lips before he ran off, the girls that were there weren’t anymore in fact when you saw them a couple of rows over it seemed like they could even keep eye contact with you.

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[burgundybmw]

Red: A Stranger Things SMAU

MASTERLIST

Paring: Eddie Munson x Mayfield!Reader

Warnings: Mentions assault (Billy sucks), Abusive sibling relationship (Not physical), and unfortunately we haven't seen the last of him in this series...

Summary: Y/N Mayfield likes her life, she has good friends, an amazing sister (a not so amazing step brother), and an intense love for music. The only thing missing in her life is a love life, but that could all change soon.

Author’s Note: I swear y'all have no faith in me hahahaha ENJOY!! ❤️❤️❤️

Part Twenty Two

Eddie:

Hey...

Y/N:

Oh thank God, Eddie I've been trying to call you for the past 15 minutes!!

Eddie:

I was driving. Stopped for gas.

Y/N:

Oh... I thought you were mad at me.

Eddie:

Why would I be mad at you?

Y/N:

Because of the Billy thing. Steve told me some stuff and it freaked me out.

Eddie:

What did he tell you??

Y/N:

That you think, that I think you mean nothing to me. Which is so far from the truth it's insane. I mean, Christ Eddie, you're my best friend!!

Eddie:

No, I know that...

Y/N:

Then why would you say that to Steve??

Eddie:

It's not what you think it is...

Y/N:

Okay? Then what is it?

Eddie:

...

Y/N:

Eddie?

Eddie:

Sorry... Yea I'm here.

Y/N:

Can you tell me what this is about?

Eddie:

The kiss Red.

Y/N:

Oh...

Eddie:

Yea, I don't know... I was just hurt that it meant nothing to you. That you could kiss me like that just for a dare. I know you don't like me like that, but we're still friends? It's kind of a big deal.

Y/N:

It is a big deal, and I'm so sorry I hurt you. You need to trust me when I tell you that you mean the world to me. What I said to Billy, it was just because I'm afraid of him.

Eddie:

What do you mean?

Y/N:

Billy has made it his life goal to make Max and I's life a living hell. He's... he's hurt guys who got too close to me in the past... I don't want that to happen to you.

Eddie:

You don't need to protect me Red, I'm a big boy I can take care of myself.

Y/N:

He almost put Steve in the hospital, and he beat the shit out of my first boyfriend so badly he broke his nose. He knows he can't touch Max and I, so he goes after people we love to hurt us. He was gonna hurt Lucas before I ripped him a new one, and the only reason I won that one was because I got Neil to agree with me. Billy can't stand you, I had to lie to him so he wouldn't go after you.

Eddie:

If he hates me so much why did he trade me his Metallica tickets?

Y/N:

What?

Eddie:

Shit.

Y/N:

What did you trade?

Eddie:

Nothing worth more than the experience of going to see our favorite band together Red.

Y/N:

Don't avoid the question.

Eddie:

...I traded my B.C. Rich.

Y/N:

YOU TRADED YOUR GUITAR?!

Eddie:

This is why I didn't tell you...

Y/N:

Why would you do that?! You love that guitar more than anything else in the world!!!

Eddie:

Not as much as I love you!

Y/N:

What...

Eddie:

I gotta go.

Y/N:

Eddie? Eddie! Don't you dare hang up on me right-

End.

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[sumeru-academy]

Material world.

synopsis: after going on double dates to exploit for gifts, yelan finds herself falling in love with you, her best friend

character(s): yelan.

warning(s): friends to lovers, double dates and terrorizing men, don’t take it too seriously, it’s not targeting everyone.

note(s): female reader, no use of y/n, reader’s exact sexuality is unspecified but she is interested in women.

i had way too much fun writing this. also happy elysia day. :)

⎯⎯mod alice 🦋

"Aw, rich boy! Is that for me?"

With a faux gasp of surprise she knew all too well, you slipped a golden earpiece right through your earlobe and clipped it onto your helix. She thought it was a gorgeous piece on you, and perhaps the men did, too—the way its chain dangled so delicately between your hair strands. 

But Yelan swore she admired it much more than they did, though she wasn't even the one who got it for you. 

Your date, who she couldn't remember the name of—well, let's just call him Man #1—was a wealthy man. Big Liyuean company. Financial manager. High class citizen. 

And, a total degenerate for women. 

Yelan had a good eye for prices. That dainty little accessory hanging off your ear was probably worth her own total salary in a week, which was hefty, to say the least. She found herself almost smiling in delight at the thought of you receiving such a gift from this man. She eyed you so fondly, in fact, that it almost seemed like she wasn't also on a date herself. 

Her own date—who we'll call Man #2—sat at her side, watching as she aww'ed over you. If she knew any better, then she'd realize that he was holding a gift box of his own, one he wanted to give to her. 

Instead, she stared at you with a sort-of dumb smile that Man #2 couldn't quite describe, though it was quite clear that he was not the object of her attention. She paid him no mind as she fawned over you instead, so it should've been more than obvious to him that she wasn't really interested in their date. 

But men like these two were terrible at picking up hints, weren't they?

"Yelan..." Man #2 stuttered. When she clearly didn't hear him (or, was much too focused on you to even hear anything), he repeated himself but louder this time, albeit shaky. "Y... Yelan...!" 

"Huh?" 

She seemed annoyed at first glance—because who dared to interrupt whatever she was doing? Actually, it seemed like she even forgot he was even there. And how absurd, what would they call a gold digger who forgets her own date! Though, he supposed it was different since it was not his gift in which she was getting distracted by. 

"Oh, it's just you," she waved off rather dismissively. "What did you want?" 

"I... um..." With shaky fingers, Man #2 uncovered a box in his sweaty hands. It was designed with a diamond-shaped leather pattern, not to mention dyed  a luxurious-looking dark green. The packaging itself was expensive—one could only imagine the contents of the inside. "I thought you might like this..." 

Man #2 let out a sheepish laugh, worried that his gift might be tasteless compared to the one Man #1 gave you despite the earpiece being less expensive. 

Were you and Yelan the type of women to value design or the price tag more? He had no idea. 

You gasped when he opened the lid, a beautiful silver bling dazzling against the light. The necklace was positively stunning, and both you and your date looked impressed. Man #2 felt relieved at your reactions, though he unfortunately could not say the same about his own date. Yelan... didn't seem to react yet. Blank stare, straight faced. 

Silver...

She pondered the necklace quite carefully. It was beautiful—wildly expensive, even. With the sapphire in the middle, it was clear that Man #2 took the time to pick one so tasteful—one that complimented the blue of her eyes and her aesthetic so well. But all she could think was... 

Will this look good on her?

Yelan thought about the gift you just got from your date. 

No, but the gold earpiece fit her so well. This one doesn't match.

"Hm, is there a gold version of this?" 

You gasped, "Yelan!" 

Upon hearing the panic in your voice, she immediately snapped out of her little daze and turned back to look at you. Your eyes were trained in a slight glare as if telling her "Watch your words." She didn't like it when you were upset with her. 

After mouthing a small sorry, Yelan turned back to her date and said, "I mean, wouldn't a fully gold version be much cheaper? Please, you shouldn’t have gotten me silver and this gorgeous sapphire—oh, you're far too kind!" Her hand pressed against her chest quite dramatically as she spoke, as if his gift meant the world to her... or... something like that. 

Man #2's shoulder's seemed to completely relax at her (totally faked) reaction. Though, she supposed that even if she said it sarcastically, this man still would've believed it. 

"Oh, there's no need, Yelan!" He spoke so frantically and breathlessly. She almost recoiled in reaction. "You're so pretty, I went through all the jewelers in Liyue to find something that can match your beauty! Did you know that very few sell sapphires? This shape is actually called a princess cut, and I thought that—"

She forgot that these types of men always gave too much information.

You both laughed into the night, walking home alone together in the countryside. 

"I could've totally guilt-tripped him into exchanging it for something more a more fitting color."

"But then we'd have to see him again!" you scolded through your laughter. 

"Ugh, that's true." 

Sharing a home with you was a luxury Yelan held dearly, like it was her one true treasure. Sure, you were roommates under the relationship as "best friends," but she could live with it. 

As long as she still got to do this—got to walk with you home in the dead of night, marveling over your expensive gifts from the men you just ditched together—then she'll have it no other way. Even if it meant she would never confess her feelings for you. 

"Want the ear piece?" you offered, pointing at the gold accessory that was still dangling from your ear. "I saw you eyeing it earlier." 

"You don't want it?" she asked a bit incredulously. And when you shrugged in indifference, she said, "But it looks good on you." 

"I'll keep it if you say so, and if you don't want it." She shook her head; you only smiled at her. "As for the necklace you got, did you say you wanted it in gold instead? We can try trading tomorrow." 

Yelan moved her hand to touch the jewelry at her neck, though she felt quite uncomfortable. "Nah, I'd rather we just sell it." There was no use if it didn't look good on you, too. "I don't think I'm in any need of necklaces right now. Plus, we can totally market this for a high price and use that money to buy more stuff for ourselves. What do you think?" 

"I always love you and your brilliance."

That shouldn't have affected her as much as it did. "I always love you." Sure there was a second part to what you said, but she already tripped at the first. If you only loved her ideas, you wouldn't have mentioned that you loved her first, right? Did you deliberately word it like this? Were you trying to make her react this way? Were your words only in a platonic sense?

Did you even think about her as much as she thought about you?

She hated this. Why in the world was she overthinking a set of four words? 

"So let's head down to the market in the morning, then?" Yelan offered, trying to keep her voice leveled and cool. "If we play our bargaining skills well enough, then maybe we can get something cute to match your new earpiece." 

"Aw, but I'd rather we pick out something for you." 

Why did you always have to care for her in a way that made her heart explode? 

You continued, "Because it's unfair if I got something for myself, but you didn't get anything at all. So let's trade your necklace for something you like, alright?"

She could only sigh. You were stubborn. So, so stubborn. 

"Alright."

Another night, another set of two men dropped after a date. 

"These men were much cheaper compared to others," Yelan scoffed. She walked with you in disappointment, twirling a pipe around her fingers. How tasteless of a gift... She didn't even smoke! That new man probably got it for her just because he was a heavy smoker himself. 

"Oh, tell me about it," you groaned in agreement. "All I got was perfume and a tiny lipstick? Not even jewelry?"

With a click and a nudge of her arm, the front door to your little house unlocked and opened. The two of you slung inside like any other night—and she supposed this was just routine by now. Find two wealthy men, then seduce them. Convince them to go on a double date, then hint that you'd like gifts. See them at night, then play the act. Promise them you'll meet again, then take their riches. 

Ditch them, then... go home together. 

As best friends.

Yelan shook her head, going back to the topic of your gifts. "A person should know that gifting perfume on the first date connotes that he thinks you smell bad." 

"And now I feel insulted!" you gasped. "Does he really think that?" 

"No, no, he's just a terrible gift giver," your best friend waved off. "He clearly doesn't know the meanings behind gifts if he can't even get you something good." And, you deserve so much more, anyways.

"Hm, you're right," you hummed; and as she sat down on the couch, Yelan couldn't help but stare at how pretty you looked all worried and perplexed. The moonlight spilled through the window and drowned you in its rays, creating quite the shining light on you—an image she found herself staring at much more often than the glimmer of any gold or silver. 

The ocean she's created was one she could not cross, and no lucky dice could possibly pull her towards your grace. 

"And what did you get?" you called out to her, making your way towards a mirror on the other side of your living room. Yelan, still seated on the couch, started at your reflection subconsciously. 

She cockily smirked, "Designer handbag."

"Oh, you lucky fox," you gasped. "Your man was so much better than mine!" 

"Definitely."

You didn't respond, but Yelan heard a little snap! from your direction. It was likely you just opened and closed the little lipstick case. Another little click, and she watched you raise your arm to bring the color to your mouth. 

Dark, pale pink. 

She wasn't sure what it was, but there was something about this specific shade that just didn't suit you. Maybe it was mixed too much with another tone, or not enough of it. But either way, it wasn't quite perfect on you. 

You scoffed towards the mirror, "This doesn't even match me—these rich men really don't know how to pick a lip color, do they?"

"What a waste," Yelan sighed. She slumped on the cushions and closed her eyes, trying to picture a price that would be worthy of a tiny lipstick that was already swatched once—if they could even sell it at all. "We can try handing it off to some secondhand places, like maybe—"

"Here, let's see it on you, instead." 

When she reopened her eyes, you were no longer at the mirror. Instead, you were in front of her—hovering right over her seated form on the couch, actually. The sudden proximity was alarming, and she would've fallen back had it not been for the couch supporting her body. 

"Try... what...?" 

"The lipstick, idiot." 

And in seconds, you leaned down to capture her face in one of your hands, tilting it upwards so she drowned in your gaze. Waves crashed against the pit of her stomach immediately, and it felt like she was suffocating with the way you stood so close to her. She was practically trapped, sinking in your currents—the way you stood in front of her as she sat still, your body placed between her legs. 

Your thumb brushed on her lower lip, pushing it down as you finally pressed the lipstick against her upper lip. And your gaze, God—the way you stated so intently down at her lips made her think of crazy things. Your breath on her skin, your hand on her face... 

She leaned up without thinking and kissed you. 

You backed away immediately on instinct, the lipstick smearing against her cheek. Her lips chased yours for just a moment, but they ultimately connected for only a second until you backed away. 

"Oh, I—"

"Yelan?" 

"Oh, I'm so so sorry." 

She threw her upper body back on the couch, covering her face in her hands in absolute embarrassment. Her face was burning, and her stomach practically dropped in heavy regret from her actions. How could one close moment make her lose control like that? 

"Hey... Hey, look at me," you quietly called to her. But you had to grab her wrists yourself since she would not budge, pulling her hands away from her face. She still turned away from you, however, trying to stay back even as you pulled her closer. 

One of your hands immediately reached out to grab her face again, this time rubbing at the skin of her cheek with your thumb. She supposed you were trying to remove the lipstick that smeared. How embarrassing. 

"If you wanted me to apply the lipstick on you like that, you could've just asked." 

"Pardon?" 

She watched you purse your lips together, rubbing around the lipstick you applied on yourself just minutes ago while you were at the mirror. And then you leaned in, pulling her closer unexpectedly and kissing her once again. 

Only when you began moving your lips against hers, did Yelan realize you were applying your lipstick on her via this kiss. But she couldn't protest, not when this kiss was so sweet and intimate. You were so sensual with her, in a way that exceeded her dreams of you. 

And when you finally backed away, staring down at her lips, she was still dazed. 

"There," you mumbled. Your eyes were locked on her lips which were just on yours a moment ago. She only hoped you were thinking more than just the color, because her own mind was a thunderstorm right now. "It looks good on you. The lipstick shade, keep it for yourself." 

"...Thanks." 

"And let's go on a date tomorrow, yeah? Just the two of us," you told her. She swore she was probably dreaming, and so she shot back snarkily. 

"What, you want me to give you an expensive gift this time?" 

You playfully hit her on the shoulder and laughed, "Yelan!" 

"Sorry, I didn't mean it!" she quickly defended in panic. "But yes, let's... go on a date." 

But as best friends... or...?

"Yelan, we just kissed twice and you're really asking me if we're going as friends? No, I meant it as an actual date." 

Oh. She said that aloud. 

"Just like that?" Yelan blurted. She really couldn't believe it. Would it be rude of her to say she had no idea you were into women? This whole time, double date after double date, she thought you were either into men or just not into dating at all. 

"Yeah?" 

She blinked. And then again. So, you were actually serious. She couldn't really tell what that feeling was in her stomach—whiplash from the sudden revelation, or happy butterflies from the notion that you like her, too? Yelan just shook her head, deciding to forget it for now. 

"Well, then," she sighed. Then she yanked at your arm, pulling you down until you landed right on top of her with a little yelp. Her arms encircled your waist immediately, and you found yourself scrambling to find a comfortable position. 

Yelan leaned in for one more peck, before smiling against your lips, "I guess it's my turn to spoil you better than all those men, hm?"

#mod alice 🦋 #yelan x reader #yelan #yelan x you #yelan x y/n #genshin yelan #yelan genshin impact #gi yelan

[soberscientistlife]

I hate that it had to be you son. But I cannot have this tragedy happen and not spread awareness. We as parents try our hardest to teach and direct our children down the right path and to make the right choices but at the end of the day our children are left to make those choices and my son made a choice he could not take back. Issaiah had asked to go with some friends to the mall to buy some new shoes for school then hang out at a friends house afterwards. Someone there had Percocet . My son decided to try one. Few minutes later he becomes unconscious and because his “friends” were scared of the consequences they let my son lay there for over an hour. I get notified of this by my daughter barging in my room screaming telling me that there’s a picture of my son posted on snap chat. The image of my sons lifeless body will forever haunt me. Paramedics arrived to the location and began CPR all the way to the ER after an hour and a half they were finally able to get him back and on a ventilator. His blood test came back negative for Percocet. The doctors kept my son alive long enough for me to get to see him. The only option I was given was to take him off life support. Due to him being left without oxygen for so long the damage was too far already his organs were shutting down and no brain activity the only thing keeping him alive was a machine. I laid with him for a few hours contemplating what I should do. The last thing a mother is ever prepared for is to say goodbye to their child forever. All I could do is hold him close. I finally said to him “Son mommy is here and you do not have to be scared I love you no matter what and it’s ok to let go you no longer have to be in pain.” Within minutes my son left us. My son went on his own he did not leave me with the toughest decision any parent would have to make. He looked so peaceful. Issaiah was 15 and full of life he had a great support system from family, friends, coaches just so many people who loved and cared for him. He had so much life to live. We had many talks with Issaiah about drugs and about knowing who your friends are. After finally getting my son’s autopsy it was confirmed that the pill he was given was a counterfeit pill that contained pure fentanyl. Parents please be aware and educate your children that pills are being pressed and made to look like pills you would get from a pharmacy but only to contain pure illicit fentanyl. My son did not show any signs of substance abuse or addiction. They day we found out my son was experimenting was the day I got the worst call of my life. I ask any child who reads this I promise you taking pills or any drug is not worth it especially if you don’t know where it came from. Drugs don’t pick and choose who they’re going to take and unfortunately his first time was his last. Please don’t make that mistake don’t have your parent experience the same pain I am experiencing. I promise you it’s not worth it. Enjoy your childhood enjoy being a kid you have so much life to live and unfortunately my son’s was cut short. All I have now are the memories.

Show your kids. Have them read it out loud at dinner, tonight.

[kingkatsuki]

Shinsou Hitoshi & @beigepajamas

Everyone should know mosh pit etiquette, but unfortunately they don’t. You were left trying to support crowd surfers virtually by yourself when these massive dudes decided it was more fun to slam directly into the sides of the pit, deliberately trying to open it up way more than it needed to be.

You were holding your own, but god those kinds of fuckers suck. Especially when you ended up with an elbow to the side after one slammed into you while you were holding up a crowd surfer. Knocking the wind out of you as you doubled over.

Seeing red you surged forward to shove him back, almost knocking him to the ground with sheer force when someone’s arms circled around your waist to pull you back against a firm chest.

“He ain’t worth it,” His lips pressed against your ear as you turned to face a gorgeous guy with purple hair, “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” You smile, “I’ve had way fucking worse, trust me.”

“Doesn’t make it okay.” His hand was still reassuring against your lower back as he leaned down to talk to you over the loud music. His eyes glaring at the prick who was still ruining the pit for everyone as he barged a guy to the side, spilling his pint everywhere.

When the song finished and the pit stilled Shinsou left your side, heading directly to the asshole that was ruining the vibes.

“Have you ever been in a fucking pit?” Shinsou snarled as he got directly into the guys face.

“I have actually, way better pits than this one,” The guy looked as though he was about to square up to him, fists clenched until the rest of the pit began to get behind you. All trying to force the asshole out of the crowd.

The cheer was loud enough to get the attention of the band as the guy left the middle, the crowd parting for him to leave as you felt relief you’d finally be able to actually enjoy the music.

You ended up sticking by Shinsou in the pit for the rest of the set, helping people up and lifting crowdsufers when they wanted to go. Shinsou even caught you by surprise by lifting you up and making you crowdsuf during the last song.

After the set you hung around, trying to find Shinsou in the dispersing crowd to thank him before finding your friends inside the festival site. And when you did you both ended up talking for ages, following each other to other stages when you found out you liked the same bands and going to the bar together.

You were sad when the night was over and you’d have to say goodbye to him, asking where he was staying tonight since he wasn’t local to the festival either. He ended up telling you he was going to sleep in his car, so you invite him to couch surf with you at your friends house.

And you both end up hanging out in the backyard, eating pizza and chilling into the early hours. He ends up kissing you before you go to sleep, and he tags along to the other dates you’re doing on the tour because of you— even though he was supposed to be going back to work the next day.

#jos festival matchups #ask games #ask game #after reading your ask I’ve actually seen pup before but ageeees ago #like 2016/2017?! they supported the wonder years over here #they put on a really great show!