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malfromtheblue · 6 months

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Zayne who invites his assistant to his home, since she kept insisting that she would be happy to help in any way she could. in any way at all...??

(not asking for sex, just like... Zayne who cant keep his eyes or hands to himself)

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Zayne wasn't surprised that you had asked if you could be of any help. That wasn't all that surprising. It was the fact that you had asked if you could be of any help in his home.

He stared at you. Hard. "Why do you want to help in my house?" He asked, clearly confused. He wasn't disappointed. Hey, if you wanted to be in his home he wouldn't complain. You shrugged.

"Well, I know you stay up really late with work. Maybe I could help around the house so you don't have to worry about getting that done as well!" You began to fiddle with your fingers. "Is that, uh.. Weird?"

Zayne was quick to shake his head. "Not to me. Thank you for the offer, but I'll pass. I'll manage as I always do." He got up and got a stack of papers from one of his desk drawers. "I have a meeting to head to." He started out of the door. He knew what he was doing. He knew that you couldn't resist the opportunity to make his life a little easier.

You grabbed his arm. "Wait! Can I please? I just want you to be able to get some rest tonight. You know?"

Zayne smiled a little to himself, then turned to you. "Oh, (Reader) you really are the best assistant I could ask for." You beamed at hearing that, your breasts bouncing just a little. But enough to notice. He forced himself to keep eye contact with you. "I suppose you can come over. My house is on (Address Name) and I'll be home about 7:45 to unlock the door for you."

You had agreed to come around eight after being instructed to wear something comfy. Zayne knew that the usual work blouse and skirt had to be so CONSTRICTING for your curvy body. He'd be much more satisfied if you were in something loose. Free.

Not to say he didn't like it when you wore your work clothes. Your thick thighs forcing your skirt to ride up every time you sat down and your big boobs pressing against the thin fabric of your blouse. He could watch you all day. But you being comfortable... That's a sight he just NEEDED to see.

Zayne waited for you patiently, and was reading a book when you knocked. He smiled and shut his book, getting up and opening the door.

And there you were.

You stood outside, wearing a tanktop that wasn't really covering much of your belly, and shorts that you probably didn't realize showed the crease of your ass. You smiled brightly.

"Hi, Mr. Jackson! I'm here, and ready to help."

He tried to keep his composure, but the urge to shove you against the wall and rail the absolute fuck out of you was stronger than it has ever been. "Hey (Reader), I'm glad. And you can call me Zayne here. I saved some things around the house for you to finish up with. Are you good with cleaning?" He asked, leading you inside and shutting the door behind you.

You looked around his large house, clearly amazed. "Um, yeah of course! Your house already looks spotless though."

He stared at you, unblinking. It didn't look to him as if you were wearing a bra. Your nipples peeked out, making visibly small bumps through your top. Oh, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. You just couldn't stand to be like everyone else could you? You had to be so perfect and cute, hm? Had to drive him to insanity and ram him into it again and again, didn't you?

"Well, I routinely clean it, just to assure that it's sanitized and not racking up dust." He explained, struggling to keep his voice from trembling. God, look at her... She's too cute. Too precious. His arousal was growing in his pants. He just needed to hold you, feel you, fuck you.

You finished looking around and turned back to him. "That makes sense! Where do you want me to start?" You were eager to begin making things easier. I mean, you had to return the favor. Zayne Jackson has ALWAYS made it easier for you. And this was your chance to prove that you were really thankful.

Zayne smiled a bit. "Well there are some dishes to put up, if you could start with that. They're in the dishwasher." He pointed it out to you and you were quick to head over and start your job.

You pulled open the dishwasher and bended over to pull out the racks of dishes. And your shorts that were hardly covering you up before, rode further up your ass. Your nice, round, ass. He wanted so badly to just slap it as hard as possible. Leave a red mark, or bruise.

You stood up straight again and your shorts wedged between your cheeks. You seemed too focused to notice your little wedgie, or Zayne's bulge doing its hardest to press itself against your ass. He was standing about a foot away and his big, fat member was reaching for that chance to release.

You tried to open the cabinet but it wasnt exactly easy to reach. You were on your tippy-toes when Zayne came up behind you, pressing you into the counter, and reached up, to open the cabinets. "Will that help? Or do you need me to put them away?" He asked, leaning down to your ear to talk.

You shivered a little bit, trying to hold back your own excitement. I mean, you did like Zayne. Not a lot of girls and guys at the business didn't. He was a tired, hot man. What could anybody want more? But surely he had a wife? You couldn't just say, "Hey, I think you're hot!" So instead you cleared your throat and allowed him to back up. "Thanks, but I really wanted to do this. Not have you help me. Thats the complete opposite of what I was trying to accomplish."

Zayne ran his fingers through his hair. " (Reader), please. You can't even open the cabinet, how are you gonna put the dishes in there without breaking them?" He asked.

You paused. You hadn't actually thought of that and it showed.

"Exactly. Now let me help you a little." Zayne concluded.

After the dishes, he had you sweep the living area, and clean the counters. And he helped you with it all. He held the dust pan after you sweeped, so he could get a few glances at your clothed pussy, wanting so bad to tear off your clothes and release loads and loads inside of your sweet gaping gates. He stood right behind you while you cleaned the counter tops, keeping a hand on your waist while he showed you how to scrub, encouraging you to bend over the counter so your ass would be pressed against his ever growing back-snapper.

You finished up with the counters and Zayne found it hard to pull back. His hips were shaking from trying not to grind into you. His dick felt so nice against you like this. He just wanted to help both of you out. Cock slamming into your core mercilessly, cum spilling out of your pussy as you struggled to breathe. Mm~

You on the other hand were confused. Confused why you felt something hard on your butt and confused why your cooch was leaking. There was a certain fire in your stomach. An ache. And you wanted it to leave. "Mr Jackson, I-"

"Zayne". He corrected.

"Um.. Zayne? I feel a little weird."

He backed up and leaned against the counter behind him, folding his arms. "Yeah?"

You nodded.

"What's wrong, Angelface?"

You scratched your neck. "I don't really know? My stomach feels weird. It doesn't hurt but its just ... Wonky? I guess?"

The second you used 'weird' instead of 'hurting', he knew that you were turned on. You just didn't know it for yourself. Cute fucking virgin. He thought to himself. Honestly, how was it possible that nobody's fucked the absolute HELL out of you yet?

"Oh, well, I'm about to catch up on some work. If you want you can come to my office with me upstairs. I'll help you out."

You agreed, not knowing how he already knew what was going on. Maybe he had some meds you could take?

After following him up the stairs and into his office, you watched him sit down at his desk and start typing in his computer.

Wow, so much for helping me out, You stood there confused.

"Are you gonna come sit on my lap, or what?" Zayne asked, a tired tone of voice making it raspy. You were confused even more.

"Excuse me? How is that gonna h-"

Zayne interrupted you. "Trust me why don't ya? Just sit on my lap." He patted his left leg. It took you a moment to get your brain cells to stop bouncing out of whack. And when they did, you hesitantly sat on your boss's lap. Was this even allowed? You cleared your throat, nervously. Zayne put an arm around your waist as if to secure you to him.

And almost immediately, your pussy started throbbing, making it hard for you not to squirm. The more you tried to avoid it, the harder it was to. You shifted a couple of times, trying to ease the dirty feeling. And as if things werent AWFUL enough, Zayne began to bounce his leg. You subconsciously gripped his arm, whining just a little. What was happening??!

The ache in your belly got stronger, as did the throbbing. Now you were desperate. So desperate that you weren't thinking when you began grinding against Zayne's leg, holding his arm and the table for support. Your head was spinning and all you could think about was stopping the throbbing. And so you grinded harder, biting your lip to hide the lewd noises escaping your mouth.

"There you go, Doll. Let it all out." Zayne grumbled, bouncing his leg faster.

"Mm!" You squeezed your eyes shut, and chased your release, barely able to comprehend Zayne's kisses to you cheek and neck.

You huffed, your breathing picking up faster and faster, until... Your eyes rolled back and you let out a loud moan of pleasure.

Zayne whispered praises into your neck, easily ripping off your shorts. You were still too dazed to realize what was happening. He lifted you from his now soaking leg and carried you into the bedroom, dropping your shorts in the doorway and you on the bed. Before you could begin to come down from your high, his pants and boxers were on the floor and he was easing his foot-long dick into your small slit.

Zayne fucked you and he fucked you GOOD. He couldn't stop. Not after waiting for this for SO long. He pounded as deep into you as he could go and all you could do was scream and sob in pleasure. The first round was already too much for you. But then he sat you on his cock, forcing you to face him. He wiped your tears. "S'okay, beautiful. You're doin sucha good job for me, y'know? Makin such a pretty mess." Zayne slurred, shamelessly pussy drunken. He gripped your hips and slammed right back into you, causing you to start crying all over again, eyes crossed, and you stumbling over your words, begging for more.

"Yeah, yeah, I know Darlin. Daddy's makin you feel good, huh? And you're taking it like the good little slut you are, honey. M'so proud, Babycakes." He gives you a messy kiss, and your stomach snapped once more, cum gushing out of you. He hummed in satisfaction, nestling his brick hard dick inside of you before releasing himself.

He knew you had no clue what was going on, and he knew you felt too good to be thinking right. But he couldn't care less. He didn't care if this made him a selfish bastard, he already was. And he wanted to fill you up so much that you couldn't walk for weeks and when you finally could, your belly was round with his babies.

Zayne was finally getting softer. Finally losing his urges. But somehow, you weren't tired. I mean, you couldn't be, considering the fact that you were still begging, bouncing all on his cock, so overwhelmed and over stimulated nothing mattered. You just needed him is all. Zayne tried to get you to stop. He didn't want to break you. He didn't want to break you. He didn't want to break you. He didn't want to...

"Baby please, I don't wanna hurt you. I don't think you can han-"

You kissed him, still taking it upon yourself to please yourself. Your clothed tits moved to your unsteady rhythm.

Fuck it.

Zayne growled and flipped you back over. "Just can't take no for an answer. You must liked being fucked senseless, don't you?" He pounded right back into you, one hand squeezing your throat, the other shredding your tanktop. "Is this why you wore such whorish little clothes tonight? Because you knew you could make me act up and you wanted to get your boss's dick as your first? Is that it?"

You tried to speak, but only a squeak came out of your mouth. Zayne laughed bitterly, slamming himself into your g-spot again and again. "Well, you got it. Just like you wanted. Rough and messy. Wanna thank me, Angel? I think you should."

Once again, you tried to say something, anything. But you were seeing stars and the only thing that came out were little sobs and moans.

Zayne grinned, wiping the drool from your lip with his thumb. "Oh, can't even speak? Can't even thank your generous Boss for giving you want you wanted?" He mocked. Tears rolled down your cheeks.

"Pathetic. Barely even doing anything and you're already dumbed out. Just a little stupid slut, aren't you? You need me to do everything for you." Zayne's harsh words were concluded with sweet kisses and gentle nibbles to your neck and chest. It wasn't long after that you passed out from exhaustion.

That didn't stop him from finishing inside of you, or eating you out afterwards. But he cleaned everything up, and managed to wash your body with some cloths and change you into a button-up of his. As well as change the sheets and covers. He tucked you into his bed, and returned to his desk to continue finishing up some work.

(hello, loves! sorry it's been a little bit, but ive been a bit busy. im back! the smut really had no context, i just wanted to put an emphasis on how horny this man is. i know you didn't ask me for smut but ive got you anyways)

~Mal 💕🍵

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semicolonsspace · 6 months

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!VampireOC x !Nerdy Stiles Stilinski

This is the most toe-curling, filthiest, wtfest shit I've EVER written- I LOVE IT!!! Read at your own risk babes! (please request only if you want)

Tw: Minors DNI (18+), Nerd! Stiles, Mention of Masturbation, Teasing, Cute names(Biscuit, sweetpea, sweet boy, songbird), begging, Mommy Kink, Praise Kink, Cunnilingus, Fingering, Mention of toys, Handjob, excessive amount of whimpers/Dacryphilia, Overstimulation, Orgasm Denial, Creampie.

Nova Bella Queens. A wealthy famous vampire that everyone knew, but they didn't know of her being a vampire. Instead, she had a reputation for being one of the smartest people in school, also being a goth, which means she consistently declined to help people do their work, only if she didn't like them. Like Brad, she didn't like Brad. Except when it came to the nerds that genuinely showed that they wanted higher grades. That led her to Stiles Stilinski. She never had talked to him, but boy was her eyes always finding him in a crowd. She had every class with him so she had more of the universe on her side but she never did. Not until today.... but we'll get to that in a bit.

She caught him staring at her in every class. After she first caught him- She waved at him, winked at him, brushed by him to tease him. That simple action drove him insane, causing him to run to the bathroom to remove the desperate feeling. She thought he was the most perfect human of them all. He was so nervous near her, his heartbeat consistently racing when she caught him staring.

Nova struts to the library, the direction she smelled her favorite human. It was their free period and she'd usually walk around but today she wanted to find Stiles. She found him sitting at an empty table, scribbling away on a paper for class. Nova smiles when she sees him. He has a highlighter on his pouted lips, his eyebrows still furrowed in concentration.

"Can I sit with you?" Nova asks, sitting down next to him before he can answer. He stiffens when she smells her perfume, knowing it is his biggest crush. Nova takes the highlighter from his lips, "It would help to answer if you don't have something in your mouth," Nova teases.

This could not be happening to him right now. One... his crush, the most beautiful person in the world, was sitting by him. Two, she was talking to him. Three, she was teasing him!

Stiles clears his throat, "Uh, of course, you can -I mean- you already are, but that's fine." Stiles cuts himself off with a groan. Nova laughs at his nervousness, her fingers now twirling the highlight with her fingers.

"It's okay, Biscuit; I'm not going to bite- Unless you want me to," Nova jokes. Nova was nervous as well, her hands feeling a bit clammy.

Now his chest was tight, his heart beating as fast as it ever went before. The name Biscuit causes him to hyperventilate. The simple but cute name is what he needed to hear, what he fantasized about for years. Not exactly what he fantasised but now? He was going to use that for later.

Nova frowns at him hyperventilating. This was the reason why she procrastinated talking to him for so long. Her Vampiric self always made people so nervous. Thus making her panic.

Instead, she gets out her book and begins reading it for class. A thing to calm her down, like she does to sleep at times. She was a fairly quick reader. She has the ability to read 357 words per minute, thanks to her vampire speed. Her finger still twirled his yellow highlighter, waiting for the shy boy to ask for it back.

Stiles shakes his head and pulls his fractured concentration back onto his work. He was a bit behind and now that Nova was here? He was sure that he was going to be even more behind. He pulls himself out of his thoughts once more and searches for his highlighter. He looks under his backpack and other places like his lap. That was before he found it in her small hands, twirling around on her ring-covered fingers.

Nova giggles teasingly, she places it in her bra, eyes locked into his wide ones. "Say please and I will consider giving it to you," Nova says in a hushed tone. His eyes trained on his highlighter that was stuck between her cleavage. He gulps heavily, and an audible sound is heard.

Stiles clears his dry throat, "Please..." He asks, sounding more like a beg. Nova tilts her head, her finger tapping her chin, acting like she was giving it a thought.

Nova leans toward him so close her minted breath moves his hair. "Please, what?" Nova starts. Now her lips brushed against his, almost pressing against his. His eyes widened more in a panic, staring right into her alluring eyes. "I know how you feel about me... How you ran to the bathroom to rub one out because I bumped into you- Go ahead, call me what you moaned in that stall," Nova finishes.

Stiles takes a second to recover his staggered breath. How did she know that? Was she a werewolf like his best friend Scott? Either way, he didn't care, the need to call her the name overrode his brain. "Please, Mommy..." Stiles begs.

In a flash, Nova takes the highlighter out of her bra and hands it to him. He shakily turns to his work, highlighting something slowly. She goes back to reading her book like nothing happened. He watches her, not being able to fully focus on his work. For now, she was looking at someone else's work, admiring Nova like she was like a sculpture created by the gods. So sinful but yet so divine. If only he knew what she was, and how impure she could be.

Nova knows that he is watching her. She knew how much control she had over him already. One of the small perks to being a Seduction Vampire.

This goes on for a bit before Nova scolds him. "Do your work, Biscuit. You don't want to get more behind now do you?" Nova asks, her angelic voice resembling a mother. Stiles shook his head quickly, as he didn't want to get too far behind like she had said.

After another bit of silence, Stiles finally finishes his paper. Nova smiles, praising him innocently. To him it wasn't innocent, the praise sprinting straight to his now tightening jeans. 'Why did he think it was a good idea to wear these jeans today' he internally cursed.

"Nova? Why'd you all of a sudden sit with me?" Stiles croaks without thinking. Nova hands him a water bottle from her bag, demanding him to drink up. Nova once again leans toward him, her body taunting him with how close she was. "I want to get you all flustered up... Wanna take care of you.... a pretty boy like you deserves it," Nova admits, whispering into his left ear. The confession drags a whimper out of his parted lips. "That being said, come with me to my house- My Father is out on a business trip so I'm all alone," Nova mentions. He nods staring into her vampiric eyes that glowed. She was going quicker than she wanted to but she needed to hang out with him. She craved to fluster him, she was addicted to his little blush... Addicted to hearing his blood rush to his groin- his heart and his whole body.

Stiles takes a drink of the water once again, gulping it down quickly. "Why would he leave you alone?" He asks with an innocent look on his face. Nova shushed him, she didn't want to get into it. Right then the bell rings. She gathers his stuff for him, neatly placing it into his bag. She guides him to her motorcycle outside. She places her helmet on his head, securely strapping it to his head. She sits down on her bike in a hurry, wanting nothing more for his hands to hold her. Stiles doesn't hesitate, sitting down and wrapping her arms around her waist.

She kicks off to drive, the wind now flowing through her wavy brunette hair. He could smell her shampoo, smelling like pure honey.

Once she gets home she drives the bike through the garage, double-checking if the doors are locked. She guides him quickly up the gothic stairs, Stiles turning to study the beautiful mansion in awe.

"C'mon, biscuit," Nova giggles. He obeys and continues to follow her. As he walked his eyes followed something else, her ravishing hips that swayed as she walked too elegantly up the spiral stairs.

They head to her room, Stiles looking around in awe. Her bedroom was huge, with a walk-in closet and a bathroom for herself. Her bed had black curtains matching the dark walls of the rest of the house. Her bedroom was a little different from the rest of the house, having a bit more color inside. She had a few pride flags, Led strips along with a Star tarot card tapestry that was pinned to the ceiling.

"You- have beautiful taste," Stiles compliments. It sounded better in his head.

Nova thanked him before grabbing his backpack and placing it in her closet. She then plops her plush body on her bed, patting the left side of the bed so he could lie down.

Stiles gulps and musters up a few bits of courage that he had and walks to lie down next to her. He hesitantly does so, not before wiping himself from dirt that he thought he had. He felt strange in an amazing house such as hers. He felt so strange to even be in her house- her room, lying next to a divine creature such as her. He'd only dreamed of it numerous times and almost everytime it lead the same way.

Nova brings him out of his thoughts saying something he didn't register. "Wha- What?"

Nova repeats herself, "Would you like to go swimming? We have a pool."

"Isn't it a bit cold outside?" Stiles asks innocently, subtly declining her tempting offer. It was fall, and tomorrow was fall break as well.

Nova laughed that sounded like a rich mother. "We have an inside pool, Biscuit. I can get you some swim trunks if you want to," Nova asks as she drags her body along the bed to get some. She comes back swiftly with two pairs of shorts, one ombre grey, and then a blood-red one. "These are my Sibling's trunks but they're working right now, I'm sure you heard of them," Nova laughs.

Stiles nods and grabs them, examining them. "Is that the one that is rumored to be genderfluid?" Stiles asks. He could recall hearing whispers of her sibling coming out as gender fluid on Instagram.

Nova nodded smiling brightly; She was proud of him for knowing the information about her family. "I only have one sibling, Kai; They're genderfluid and use They/them pronouns," Nova laughs, explaining her sibling's rumors. "The rumors are true."

"Where can I go to change?" Stiles asks changing the subject. She points to her bathroom and he blushes hard. "R-right." He could feel his ears become warm after the awkward interaction. As she walks to the bathroom, Nova walks to her closet, grabbing her bathing suit. She strips herself from her clothes and puts it on.

While she was putting on her shirt Stiles walked out of the bathroom and paused at the sight. Nova was in her closet, her bottoms were already on, and her back facing him. She had to tear his eyes off her plump ass as she puts on the top and attempts to tie the lace around her neck. He situated his trunks and walked toward her. He moves quickly, carefully grabbing the strings from her shaking hands. She holds her hair up as she does so.

"Thanks, Biscuit," Nova says as she turns around and faces him. She kisses his nose causing it to wrinkle.

"That tickled," Stiles pouted with a laugh. Nova joins his laugh with a small giggle and wraps her arm around his shoulder.

"C'mon, let us go swim, sweet pea," Nova says walking. Stiles walked as well, as she had ahold of his shoulders. He didn't argue, willing to go anywhere for her.

Then they headed downstairs and left from behind the stairs to a long hallway. Passing a few doors they stop at a door and head in. The room consisted of a rectangular pool with diving boards and a hot tub. The ceiling was better than the pool. It was pitch black with small lights that looked like stars. Sometimes the family would go night swimming but wanted to swim inside so they had this constructed. It was Nova's idea, but let us be real she got it from the Harry Potter film.

"Wow," Stiles whispers in awe. His eyes were wide, scanning the room. He was more focused on the hot tub than anything. He was excited. He wanted to consume its warmth while sitting with Nova. Maybe while Nova sits in his lap while they talk about meaningless things.

Nova points to a door next to the hot tub at the end of the pool. "That's a sauna if you want to use it, I kinda hate using it so only Kai uses it-" Nova begins explaining, mentioning her best friend who just happens to be her sibling.

Nova steps into the pool slowly, holding out a hand for Stiles. He takes it and she continues her speech. "Father is only here a bit. If he is here he usually has new arm candy, which means temporary food." Nova ends her rant.

Stiles couldn't help but feel bad for Nova. Her father sounded Horrible- like her father didn't care. "He sounds lovely," Stiles jokes.

Nova shakes her head in a grimace. Now the warm water reached her shoulders. "He isn't. I'm just glad he didn't raise me... My Uncle did. He was more around, He was the best!" Nova smiles brightly when she mentions him. "I'm telling you, Uncle Ian is way better than a father Barty can be. Ian once gave me 1000 dollars when my first girlfriend broke up with me- He took me to a spa and he made me get my nails done after! You would love him- Oh! We should introduce him to one of your friends um, Danny? Is that his name?" Nova asks.

Stiles raises his eyebrows in surprise at the mention of his not-so-friend Danny. "Yeah, but I wouldn't say he's my friend, I don't think he likes me...Wait... Did you say, girlfriend?" Stiles asks. He couldn't believe his ears. Was she actually gay and messing with feelings?

Nova laughs at this, making Stiles frown slightly. His back was turned to her, so luckily she couldn't see. Nova swims forward and stands in front of him as he wipes the frown away, playing it off as he needs to scratch his face. "I'm pansexual. I like anything. You saw the flag; It's the easter colored one," Nova shrugs.

"I'm straight- I think," responds Stiles. Nova tilts her head and holds back her beautiful smile. "You think? Do you like anyone that's a guy? Scott perhaps?"

"Oh gosh no, he's like my brother from another mother," Stiles awkwardly laughs. She scratches his arm and she gushes. He looked so adorable! she loved it when he was nervous, it made her heart flutter.

Nova puts her hands in defense. "I was just saying you don't have to get all defensive," Nova responded laughing. Stiles knew she was joking and he couldn't help but shake his head. "Seriously though, You don't have to have a label... Just know- That it's okay to like what you like," Nova shrugs.

"Well, I like you," Stiles blurts out. He could not believe what he just said. He only had dreamt of it millions of times. He wanted to take her on a date and tell her or hang out under the stars not in a pool at her house. But He couldn't argue, he got half what he wanted, it was just artificial stars.

Nova bites her lip with a big smile. You could see the humor lines in the corner of her eyes that were sparkling because of him. "I like you too," Nova says stepping forward. He takes a step back. "How much do you like me?" Nova asks. "Cause... I like you a lot..."

Stiles choked on his spit. His hands under the water play with the black strings, connected to the ombre grey trunks. "Really?" Nova smiles and kisses his cheek suddenly. Her eyes fall onto his, "A lot- A lot." Nova couldn't help but step closer to him. His back touches the edge of the pool. Nova grabs the tied strings by the hoops and pulls him towards her. Stiles could have sworn his head went lightheaded for a slit second. He takes a deep breath and lets his hands rest on her naked hips, just below her high-waisted bikini bottoms. Their eyes were locked as they got close to each other, increasing the sexual tension that they felt. "You want me to show you how much I like you?" Nova asks seductively.

Stiles whimpers, nodding a bit too quickly. "Please..." He had no idea what he was begging for, but boy was he. He'd get on his knees and beg if he could if it wasn't for this dumb water in the way.

Nova smirks, her head tilts, and slowly leans toward his neck. She kisses him under his ear, forcing another whimper out of his beautiful lips. "I-" Another kiss. "Like-" and another. "You-" and yet another. "This much." the flat of her tongue from the kiss mark to his ear, her teeth nibbling on his ear slightly.

All whilst he kissed his neck, his hands were gripping hard onto her hips, not that he knew, he was too dazed by her. Whimpers and moans a few profanities flying from his lips.

"Naughty boy, need to learn how to speak nicely, huh?" Nova purrs. Stiles nods quickly, his eyes widen with submission. Nova smiles and flips them, his back now facing the center of the pool. Her hands raise behind her on the edge, trying to get up there to sit down. He helps her, his hands hoisting him up by the back of her knees. She stares down at him, her hands slowly reaching for the strings on each side of her bikini bottoms. His eyes follow her slow movements. He almost misses them because of how slow her teasing movements are. Once she knows he isn't going to stop her, she pulls the strings off, removing and throwing the cloth somewhere into the pool.

"Come here, sweet boy, I want your mouth to be put to good use," Nova says, her finger signaling him to do so.

He obeys and steps closer to her. "I've never-" He stutters, his voice cracking. He couldn't finish the words; His mouth was so dry from constantly being in awe.

"I'll teach you," Nova says comfortingly. Stiles was now in front of her semi-naked glory. Her thighs open, showing just how she truly wanted needed him. He whimpers at the sight, his head instantaneously diving into her cunt. He's watched a lot of porn, so he thought he knew what to do. The flat of his tongue finds her bundle of nerves the moment he touches her. Her head falls back, her hand reaching to grab his head. "I think you already know how," Nova moans.

Stiles couldn't help but be smug, smirking into her cunt as he lapped his name out on her clit. After multiple times of spelling out his name, she notices the same pattern that she usually rubbed on her clit. "You're spelling your name," Nova says between moans. He nods into her pussy, his eyes now boring into hers from below. Her other hand that was holding him there then affectionately plays with his hair. "Ain't this a better way for your mouth," She moans. She felt like she could cum at any moment, never have felt like she was this quick. Usually, it would take hours by herself. But this? Oh Lord, this felt way better than her flimsy vibrators, especially her dumb fingers.

Stiles releases from licking her clit, her juices all over the bottom of his face. "Way better, Momma," Stiles agrees. His tongue goes right back where it was, licking the same pattern. This time, a finger teases her wet entrance. She gasps at the feeling, her eyes falling onto his once more. Just then he shoves a finger into her, moving at a deliciously slow pace, occasionally curling up to her favorite spot. Each time his finger hits that spot, it massages it quickly, more moans and profanity flying into the pool room. The combination of his finger, his licking and occasionally sucking was making her head swell. She had no clue how he was so good- and this was his first time doing this?

"Have you done this before?" Nova moans asking. He nods into her releasing once more replacing his tongue with his other hand.

"No, Momma... Watched videos..." Stiles whimpers, rutting against the pool walls. She notices the water move around him and glares, or at least tries to glare. "I've watched- a lot of videos."

"Good boy... Doing research... But not much of a good boy, huh? Rutting against the pool wall like a horny puppy," Nova degrades. Stiles' eyes widen, his face immediately forming into a pout. "Be my good boy and keep fucking them fingers into me, yeah?" Nova demands. He didn't even know that he stopped. He continues fucking his finger into her hole, his other hand fingering her clit. Eventually, he gains enough courage to add another finger and her hand on his hair tightens, tugging it slightly before she controls her strength. He could feel her clench on her, telling all that he needed.

"Come on, Mommy. I wanna see you cum," Stiles begs. His hand that was fingering her clit removes, being replaced by his tongue once more.

"Oh fuck- ah- Msczyclaw!" Nova screams. She cums, and Stiles stared at her with starry eyes. He never told her what his birth name was. People knew what it was, but no one could ever pronounce it so he went by Stiles instead.

Stiles slurps all of her releases, groans turning not vibrations into her cut at the taste. He pulls away from her clenching cunt, and pulls her down into a kiss. Nova slid her way into the pool, his hands holding her hips so she could stand up straight into the water. His needy mouth kissed her with the utmost passion that he could muster. He didn't have to try hard, him going absolutely feral from her moaning his birth name.

As he kissed her, his hands were resting on her ass, holding her up in a sitting position on her waist as he walked to the pool stairs. He laid her down gently, her back touching one of the stairs. Her legs open in response, his body slotting in between. After she came so hard her mind was wired into submissiveness. He picked up on this, taking care of her just as she would. He kisses her face, littering kisses to bring her back. "You look so pretty, Mommy," Stiles whispers. Nova smiles, her hooded eyes staring into his doe ones.

"You're the pretty one, Biscuit," Nova responds in a hushed voice. His stomach flips when she says this, his mind focusing on the nickname. Never has a simple nickname made him so happy.

Nova flips them slowly, now her straddling his waist on the stairs. "Let me take care of you, baby," she whispers.

Stiles pouts, "Please..." He didn't know what he was begging for but he wanted it. He needed it. He needs her to touch him. To take care of him.

Nova tugged on his trunk, gesturing that she wanted permission. He nods and she shakes her head. "Tell me what you want me to do, baby."

Stiles gulps. "I want- I want your hand Mommy, I want you to talk to me," Stiles begs, his voice high and needy.

Nova kisses his nose, her hand pulling his girth out. He was thicker than the dildo that she used, causing a moan to fill the room. "Look at that baby, that pretty cock just for me," she coos, her thumb sliding of the slit to gather his precum.

His eyes roll back at the praise. This was better than any fantasy he'd ever thought of. This one was dirty, upright filthy.

She leans down, kisses his dick, licking it after. "Taste wonderful, so sweet for me," she says after. Her wrists turn around him, her eyes looking into his. He tries to keep his eyes open, wanting to remember every detail that he could. He fails at times, his eyes close from the delicious sensation his cock was being received.

"Bet I'm better than your hand huh?" Nova laughs teasing. She was thinking of him going to the stall to rub one out again, moaning for her to let him release. Her good little boy moaned in a public bathroom. It's a surprise he didn't get caught.

"Yes... Mommy, feel much better," Stiles croaks breathily bringing her out of her quick thoughts. His chest was rising up and down, slightly trying to catch up on his breath. Before he could take another breath, he cums all over her hand, some flying onto her face from the blast. He whimpers at the orgasm and the sight. He kisses her, his cum on her now on the tip of his tongue. He couldn't help but continue whimpering as he kissed her delicious lips.

She kept rubbing his cock to help him come down from his high. Even after he came down her hand never stopped. "Think you have another of em' in you, sweet boy; I know you do," she purrs encouraging him. more.

"Ah- Mommy it hurts!" he cries quickyly. But she doesn't stop, her hand only goes faster, her thumb occasionally teasing the tip of his throbbing length.

"I know, sweetie. But you're strong, aren't you? My sweet boy is so strong."

Stiles was too fucked out to argue, his brain short-circuiting because of her. The pain he had only grown stronger, now forming into delicious pleasure once more. He moans loudly, his moans echoing against the tiled walls. "Mommy... I need you."

"You'll have me after this, I wanna see cum just one more time... You can do that for me, can you?"

Stiles nods quickly in response. His hands were tight on her hips, his hips bucking into her hand. Nova's free hand cups his face as she leaves a kiss on his nose. Her hand moves to wipe the sweat off his brow after.

Nova's free hand then moves to her top, untying the strings that he tied effortlessly. Her perky boobs bounce as she slings it off. His moans become louder, cum flying out of him once more. "Ah- Mommy," He whimpers. She litters kisses on his face as praise, pushing him over the high faster as he continues cumming. Cum splattered on her tits and his stomach. Tears fell from his face from the overstimulation high. She now hovers over him, a worried/tired look on his face. "Please not yet, it hurts," Stiles whimpers.

She nods and kisses his cheek assuring him she isn't going to do so unless he says so. "Just tell me when okay, biscuit?" Her voice asks in a caring tone. "Just say green- you know the spotlight thing, yeah?"

"Yeah, I do," Stiles responds. His breathing was quick, sweat at his brow while they were furrowed. Stiles look down to her tits and then back to her eyes. He wanted to lick them so bad, they looked perfect- so round.

Nova guides his head to her chest, knowing exactly what he wants. At that point he didn't have to speak, instead, he just had to look. She read his eyes like a psychic in a sci-fi movie. His teeth latched onto her hardened nipple, rolling them gently between his teeth. Her hand in his hair tightens, tugging slightly as she moans. "Green... I need- I need you, now," He whines, his hip rutting up into her folds. His tip slides against her clit, finding her entrance after. His tightened grip on her hip pushes her down, his hips meeting her halfway.

She doesn't expect the quickness of it. Or how he entered himself, she was expecting herself having to do that.

"Use me, baby, guide me to your high," Nova whispers breathily. His hips snapped into her cunt repeatedly at a fast pace. The squelching sound returns, this time from his curved cock kissing her cervix like it was made to do. His mouth goes to her other nipple, giving it just as much attention as the other. All while he does so, the sensitivity of his cock in her wetness drilling in her was forcing whimpers and needy groans from his parted lips.

"Fuck, Momma- Your Pussy is squeezing me like a vice," Stiles growls weakly. His mouth goes from her tit to his shoulder, biting on it to muffle his sounds.

The sounds squeezed through his lips, vibrating into her body as she rode him like no tomorrow. His hands guided her movements, his stomach turning with each movement. It jumped and hollered as she did so, screaming for more. Craving it. He needed her- he needt o feel her cum on his cock. He wanted it more than anything right now.

"My sweet boy, so cute noises," Nova coos. She pulled his head back so she could look at him. "I wanna hear that music, songbird."

At that, he feels the high return in his twisted stomach. "Mommy- I'm," Stiles whines, cutting himself off with a choke on his spit. Nova cups his face and wipes his wet face. "Such a good boy for me, baby- Fucking filthy for me," Nova moans, her hips pounding onto his cock. she leans forward, her chest now leaning against hers as his hips continue to bounce on his. The sound and the feel of her breath on his face almost pushed him over the edge.

"Please- Please let me cum... Mommy please-" He choked again. "I need it, be nice to me, please," Stiles begs, his hands rubbing her back to gain access for him to release.

"Don't you dare cum Stiles... " Nova says quickly.

Stiles was going insane. The pleasure was just too much, he knew he could say red light and everything would stop but gosh it felt so good. He's dreamed of this for years. At home in his bed, in his bathroom, in class, in the school bathroom, in lacrosse practice, even at breakfast!

"I can't hold it anymore, Momma! Wanna cum in you... please-"

Nova cuts him off with a forceful kiss. "Cum, sweet boy... I wanna feel it paint my walls," she moans.

He cums inside her, his fingernails digging into her hips. He screams as he finishes, his head falling back with the utmost pleasure that he's ever felt in his life. He felt like he could just cum again just from feeling himself cumming inside. His release oozed out of her as continued riding him, a white ring forming around his cock, the first ring that she'd given him thus far. "Fuck-Momma-"

"Trust me, sweet boy, I'm not done with you," Nova says. Just then she gets off of him, picks him up bridal style, and carries him up to her room. He was in for a long night...

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turn back the clock - rafe cameron

summary: your boyfriend breaks up with you days before your best friend's wedding. you're dreading having to face it alone, but when some behind-the-scenes tampering by the bride brings you back into contact with your high school crush, more comes to light than you could've ever imagined.

a/n: thank you to ri for helping me decide which current wip to finish and this post i saw on ig for inspiring it in the first place. i love second chance romance so much and the obx3 trailer made me wanna start writing for rafe again so here we are lmao.

this has been in google drive hell since august and i finished the rest of it all in one go at midnight when i was supposed to be doing homework. so i hope you enjoy

wc: 4.2k

warning(s): small bit of angst at the beginning but basically all fluff, like toothrotting. also reader was a college track athlete but nothing else about her is described

(no i will not stop using this gif of him in the blue suit<333)

You didn’t really wanna have to make this call. Instead, you just wanted to stew in your own misery, watch some sappy rom-coms that make you feel even worse about what happened, and maybe go out and buy a couple pints of ice cream.

But the day wasn’t supposed to be about you. And you owed it to Elizabeth to at least explain why you might be in a vaguely shitty mood at her wedding.

Honestly, though—you should have expected this.

“He what?”

“Liz—” you started, but you knew once she got going there was no bringing her down until she was done.

“He broke up with you?”

“Yes,” you said, and you clenched your free hand in a fist to keep from choking up. He didn’t deserve any of your time, you knew that, but that didn’t mean you weren’t hurting. It didn’t mean tears didn’t well up every time you thought about him. “He just sprung it on me out of nowhere last night. I thought we were doing pretty well, but,” you let out a watery laugh, “I guess not.”

“I can’t believe him,” she seethed. “I told you not to trust guys with J names, and Jason is like, the biggest offender! I told you the moment we met him at that frat party he was bad news—”

“You don’t need to go on a rant!” you interrupted with a laugh. “I already know how much of a jerk he is— well, I might’ve just had my eyes opened to it, but I know. I just wanted to tell you that I’m… going through some stuff, I guess, in case I seem off during all the planning. But that’s all—you have to promise me that none of the focus is gonna be on me, because this is your day.”

“...Okay,” she said after some hesitation, “but you can still rant to me whenever you want. Just because you’re one of my bridesmaids doesn’t mean all you have to talk about is the wedding.”

“How can I not talk about the wedding all the time?” you exclaimed. “Lizzie, I’ve been involved in so much of the process with you that it’s basically all I can think about. This is the most excited I’ve been for anything ever.”

“Didn’t your brother get married last year?” she said.

“You know what I mean,” you chuckled. “I just can’t believe you’re getting married, and to Nate, too. It feels like it was just yesterday that you were telling me about the cute boy in your trig class, and six years later and you’re marrying him in a week.”

You could hear the smile in your words. “It really does feel like yesterday, huh? I remember going on and on about how much I liked him after that group project we got stuck together for—y’know, your encouragement was the only reason I ended up asking him out.”

“Then I’m glad I kept bothering you,” you said with a smile of your own. “You guys are so great together.”

“I just wish you would’ve taken my—” Liz suddenly stopped talking on the other end, and you frowned a bit.

“What?”

“...Nothing,” she said very suspiciously after a pause. “I, uh— I just remembered there’s something I need to do. Wedding related. I’ll talk to you later?”

“Yeah—” you said, but she had already hung up. You chuckled and shook your head as you set your phone down.

You didn’t really know what that was about, but you were looking forward to the wedding—it didn’t matter that you were suddenly single.

You and Liz had been best friends since you were put next to each other in the seating chart in sixth grade science—and even though she went to NC A&T and you were all the way at San Diego State, you talked basically every day for all four years of college. Sometimes you even made the flights to see each other, and it was worth every single dollar.

It made you feel a lot better, knowing she had your back (and knowing that she had likely already blacklisted Jason from the guestlist made you feel pretty good too).

What you didn’t know, though, was that what she was doing at that moment would make the wedding night a whole lot more interesting for you.

And it all had to do with one Rafe Cameron from high school.

The air was thick with a thousand different perfumes and the stiffness of hairspray along with a whole lot of anxiety as a result of the eight bridesmaids who inhabited the room trying to make sure they looked their best before the procession started in T-10 minutes.

You were, of course, stressed as well. It was like everything that was fine for the months leading up to the wedding had suddenly decided to go wrong just to spite you. You’d forgotten to take a tag off of your dress and it was digging into a very particular spot of your back, your hair was not cooperating—Ariel and India and Natasha might have said that you looked beautiful, but it was just not working with you—and you were about to run out of your favorite mascara. All small things, but they were beginning to add up.

And to add to your stress, your phone started to go off. When you opened it, you saw it was a text from Lizzie.

girl I am so sorry to ask you this I know we’re so close to the start

but Ayana just told me that she left my bouquet on the table in the sideroom of room 139, she forgot to take them out of the vase!

sisters aren’t even on top of things when they’re your maid of honor apparently 🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃

you’re the closest to the room and the only other person I can trust rn because Im going slightly wedding crazy, can you please get it??? I will love you more than my future husband and you will have my eternal gratitude

using my track past against me i see

you are pushing it babe

I know

help me obi-wan kenobi you’re my only hope

lol

dw I got this 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

You are my savior and all your drinks are on me next time we go out

You sighed and shook your head, slipping your heels off in favor of the flats you came here in. The last thing you needed was to break an ankle before the procession.

“I’ll be back!” you announced to the rest of the bridesmaids—though you weren’t sure any of them heard you in the havoc—before you ran out of the room. You were thankful this dress had a slit.

It took a minute for you to get there, makeup and hair still intact, but when you did you didn’t see a vase. You huffed a sigh and got to work going through everything. The actual last thing you needed was for Liz to not have her bouquet as she walked down the aisle.

“Oh— I’m so sorry, I didn’t even know there was another person in here.”

You turned around from your crouched spot on the floor at the voice, and you nearly toppled over when you saw who it was.

“Rafe?” you marveled. Though it was posed as a question, there was no doubt about it. You’d only thought about him basically every day for all of high school.

He said your name with the same surprise, his eyes widening slightly at the same time as he stared at you for a moment too long. You swore his eyes went up and down, a slight pink tinge on his cheeks, when he blinked and shook his head. A wide smile spread across his lips in its place, and it did the same sort of thing to you that it did in high school. You weren’t immune to a Rafe Cameron grin as a freshman, and apparently you weren’t as a college graduate either. “What are you doing here?”

“Trying to find Lizzie’s bouquet ten minutes before the wedding,” you said with a slight laugh. “What are you doing here?”

“Uh, Topper left his pocket square in here, apparently,” he said. “We drove here together, and he’s the best man so he’s scrambling all over the place, and—” Rafe paused and he breathed a laugh, his eyes crinkling at the corners in the same way they did in high school. “You get the idea.”

“Oh, yeah,” you nodded, and a smile pulled at the corners of your lips. “I had no idea you were gonna be at the wedding. I—” you chuckled and shook your head. “I guess I forgot that you and Nate went to UNC together.”

“Yeah.” Rafe laughed again, though it was a bit nervous as he ran a hand through his hair, stuffing his other hand in his pocket. “It’s uh— it’s been forever since I’ve seen you, though. What, the last time we actually had a conversation was—”

“That one party at UNC,” you supplied, and you stood up, leaning against the countertop. “The one that Liz dragged me to when I came to visit her for spring break sophomore year. We saw each other there.”

“...Yeah,” Rafe repeated, and his smile softened. “Yeah, it was then. I didn’t know you remembered that.”

“‘Course I did,” you said. “I mean, the last time before that was the huge party you, Kelce, and Topper all threw in the last week of summer. Before we all went our separate ways.”

“Oh, that was…” he laughed as he bowed his head a bit. “That was something. Uh, it should be a rule pre-college boys should not be allowed to be around that much alcohol without supervision. I’m surprised no one died that night.”

You grinned as the memory of it all came back. It was hard to believe that it was one of the last times you saw Rafe. That it was the last time you saw Rafe for two whole years, and the next time you got even the slightest glimpse of him was a minute long conversation with your very drunk self before you were dragged out by your one sober friend.

Seeing Rafe was the only thing you remembered from that night.

“I can’t believe it’s been so long,” you said, your voice a bit softer. “College really did something to us, huh?”

“Yeah,” he said, and his smile faded the slightest bit. “Being on separate coasts’ll do that to you.”

Your expression softened, and you were about to say something when your phone buzzed in your hand. Panic jolted through you for just a moment before you read what the texts said.

just kidding lol. It turns out that Alicia got the flowers when she was picking up the drinks from there for the reception

crisis averted!!

I’ll still cover your drinks though since I prob gave you a mini heart attack and Im very sorry about that

“Huh,” you said, and you glanced back up at Rafe. “Looks like I was sent on a mission for flowers that weren’t even here.”

“Elizabeth’s probably all over the place,” he said. “I mean, I’ve been kinda stressed out and I’m not even part of the wedding party. Bridal nerves have gotta be a lot worse.” But then Rafe paused and took his phone out of his pocket, and his brow creased.

“What’s got you lookin’ like that?” you asked.

“Huh,” he said. “Topper actually just had his pocket square in his… other pocket. So I guess I was here for nothing then, too.”

A laugh bubbled out at that. “We’ve got some very organized friends today, huh?”

“Seems so,” he agreed with a smile. “But I’m glad he misplaced it.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” Rafe nodded, and he shrugged. “I got to see you.”

You felt the heat rush to your cheeks at an astronomical rate, and you had never been more thankful for your phone to buzz.

But seriously you gotta finish getting ready we have like five minutes left before the organ starts playing

liz if this was not your day i would be so mad at you

please. you can never be mad at me

“I gotta go before I single handedly ruin this whole procession,” you joked, and you went past the entrance and Rafe. But just as you got a few steps away, you turned around and smiled. “I’m also glad that Liz sent me here.”

Rafe chuckled, smiling inwardly as you hurried away. You didn’t know it, but his eyes didn’t leave you for a second.

The wedding ceremony went fabulously.

You got back in time and finished getting ready—for some reason, you felt a lot more confident in your appearance—and walked down the aisle arm in arm with a very lovely groomsman before taking your place at the front of the bridesmaid line.

You cried. A lot.

When you saw Liz walking down the aisle, when you looked up at Nate and saw the way he gazed at her with all the stars in his eyes, when her father gave her away, when they said their vows, when they kissed, when they walked off—you were a mess basically the entire time. Thank god for waterproof mascara.

And then when you sat with the bridesmaids for the Liz and Nate's first dance and the parent dances, you cried again. And when Ayana gave her Maid of Honor speech and Topper gave his Best Man speech—you were like a waterfall. A complete mess, but a very happy one at that.

But you managed to stop by the bathroom and fix yourself up in record time before you all went off to your normal seating charts, and god, you had never been more glad to have done so when you walked in and saw who was at your table.

Liz either knew everything or nothing, because this... this was really something.

“So we meet again,” Rafe said, another easy smile appearing as he turned to look at you. “Looks like this wedding is trying to make up for all the years we missed.”

You chuckled and took your seat next to him. “Guess so. It’s not an easy feat, though.”

“Six years was a long time,” he said.

“Didn’t really help that my parents sold our house in the OBX after I graduated,” you said dryly. “I missed all those Rafe Cameron summers during college.”

“‘Rafe Cameron summer’?” he asked, raising his eyebrows. “Didn’t realize there was a word for it.”

“What can I say?” you shrugged. “I graduated with an English minor. It allows me to make up phrases whenever I want.”

“Ah,” he said, nodding sagely. “I guess my… finance concentration means I control the stock market?”

You laughed and shook your head. “You’re ridiculous. It obviously means you’re the head of the treasury. Keep up, Rafe.”

“My bad.” He held up his hands with mock austerity. “Our time apart is the reason for such a ridiculous mistake.”

You smiled, but it sobered a bit and you bit your lip. “On a serious note,” you said, “I’m… I’m really sorry.”

Rafe frowned. “For what?”

“For that time apart,” you said. “I came back to North Carolina more than a few times to visit Liz and some other friends, but I never came to see you. We were— we were good friends, Rafe, and I shouldn’t have just disappeared on you like that all because I was at a different college.”

Somehow, his brow furrowed even deeper. “What? You can’t possibly be blaming yourself for this—people grow apart in distance. That… that just happened to us. I mean, you were in California and I was in Chapel Hill. That’s crazy distance.”

“I still came back, though,” you said. “Just… never for you.”

“...I didn’t expect you to,” Rafe said, looking right in your eyes. “No matter how much…”

“What?” you asked after he trailed off.

Rafe sighed, then shook his head, trying to clear his mind before he looked back at you. “Do you wanna dance?”

“What?” you repeated, mostly because you couldn’t believe it.

“Dance with me.” He stood up and offered a hand, passing a glance at the dance floor. All of the official dances had been done already so it was open to anybody, including you and your high school crush.

“Okay,” you said with an almost breathless laugh, and you really felt like your freshman self again the way butterflies fluttered in your chest as you took his hand and walked over to an open spot.

You and Rafe fell into an easy rhythm, like you’d been doing this all your lives, and it didn’t take too long for your conversation to follow.

“So what did you get up to in all those years at SD State?” he asked. “All I really know about your college career is what I’ve gotten from Instagram and your parents’ Facebooks.”

You laughed a bit. “Regular college stuff, I guess. I did track all four years and I won some awards, which was pretty cool. Went to a lot of parties, got drunk a lot, swore off drinking a lot, studied until I thought my eyes were going to fall out, then graduated with a chemistry degree. I’ve been working as a technician in a lab for the company I interned with for the past two years.”

Rafe whistled. “‘Regular college stuff’, she says, as she describes an insane balancing act between student athlete life, partying, and schoolwork, and still being able to graduate with a STEM degree.”

“You’re such a flatterer,” you admonished, but there was no real bite in your words. “That’s one thing that’s never changed.”

“It’s easy to flatter a woman like you,” he said. “I mean, you’re out there changing the world. I feel like I’m not even worthy to stand in your presence.”

You chuckled as Rafe spun you, and as your hands joined once again you offered a coy smile.

“You know,” you said, feeling a surge of confidence with his words, “I had the biggest crush on you in high school.”

Rafe’s eyes widened slightly, but he covered it up with a well placed smile of his own. “Really?” he marveled, and he said your first and last name, “you had a crush on me?”

“Yep,” you nodded. “And she had it bad. If freshman year me could see this, she would be losing her mind.”

Rafe laughed, and it spurned butterflies in your chest yet again—they were the same kind you’d felt whenever you talked to him back then, trying to catch whatever moments you could between your busy schedule and his own responsibilities. You were too scared to admit your feelings, but you enjoyed spending time with him nonetheless.

If there was one thing this was proving, though, it was that your feelings definitely weren’t as settled as you thought.

“Well, you know,” he said thoughtfully, echoing your previous words as he brought you back to the present, “I had a pretty big crush on you in high school too.”

That completely threw you off your rhythm. So much so that you stumbled, totally missing your next steps—if it weren’t for Rafe catching you, you would’ve face planted.

“Are you good?” Rafe asked, concerned.

“You had a crush on me?” you asked instead.

He laughed again and ran a hand through his hair before you fell back into your rhythm together—he had let it grow out some, you realized, and it looked infinitely better all ruffled and mussed up than styled.

“Yeah,” he said. His smile wasn’t as confident as it always was, a boyish charm mingling with unusual shyness. “It, uh— it kinda snuck up on me. I didn’t really know how big of a crush it was until I was at your signing ceremony. Like, right after you signed the contract was when I realized I had it bad.”

“My signing ceremony?” you marveled, and you shook your head in disbelief. “You really have great timing, Rafe. Couldn’t have realized a couple years earlier when we were still in the same place?”

Rafe laughed softly. “Yeah. I really do. But I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to make it harder for you. I mean, I was staying in the OBX for Chapel Hill, and you were taking the opportunity of a lifetime to run track in San Diego. I wasn’t gonna take your mind off of that because some hometown guy had a crush on you.”

“Some hometown guy,” you repeated, and it was your turn to laugh. “You thought that little of yourself?”

“It’s true,” he shrugged. “I was just a friend that fell for you. I mean,” he gave you a crooked smile, “not that it was hard to fall for you. Pretty sure I was one of ten guys who wanted to ask you to prom senior year.”

“Okay, that is not true at all,” you said, but you were stumbling over yourself just as quickly. He wanted to ask you to prom senior year? When the one thing that you thought about whenever you looked at him that spring was dancing with him at prom? “Grant Millwood was the only one that asked me.”

Rafe nodded with a laugh. “That was because he threatened everyone that he knew had a crush on you to make sure he would get to go with you.”

“And then he ditched me halfway through the night because he got too drunk to function off the alcohol he smuggled in himself,” you said dryly. “Yeah, he was a great date.”

“High school was the best,” Rafe said with mock austerity, “wasn’t it?”

“Oh, yeah,” you nodded. “I miss the kook academy every single day.”

“I still can’t believe you wanted to ask me to prom senior year,” you said, shaking your head. “Rafe, how did I not even know? Why didn’t you do it?”

“And let you miss your chance with Grant Millwood?” Rafe over exaggerated his scoff. “Please.”

A laugh spilled out as a smile shone through. “You would’ve saved high school me a lot of angst if you told her you had a crush on her, y’know. Then I wouldn’t have had to spend four years pining in high school.” And four more in college, and two more postgrad.

(God, you wish he had told you sooner. You would’ve blown all of your money on tickets to North Carolina if you had even the slightest inkling your eternal feelings weren’t eternally hopeless.)

“Goes both ways,” he said, tacking on your last name. “Why didn’t you tell me how bad you had it?”

“Because I thought that there was no chance in Hell that Rafe Cameron would ever share my feelings?” you said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “Come on, Rafe—you know who you are, who you were. You say a couple guys wanted to ask me to prom—every girl wanted to date you. I didn’t stand a chance.”

“And yet you did,” Rafe said with a slight chuckle. He shook his head. “Y’know, if I could turn back the clock, I would’ve done so many things differently.” Rafe smiled boyishly. “I would’ve mustered the nerve to ask you to prom before Grant even got the chance. And I definitely would’ve asked you out instead of liking you in private.”

You smiled and shrugged. He liked you then when you thought there was no chance—why not now, when you also thought there was no chance?

“Who says you have to turn back the clock?”

Rafe’s own grin grew immediately, and he pulled you off to the side of the dance floor. He held your hands in his own, the cool metal of his signet ring at odds with the rough calluses on his palms brushing against your skin.

He said your name with such earnesty you felt like you could melt, and when you gazed into his eyes, you nearly did. “I think you are the most amazing woman I’ve ever met in every single way. I can’t believe that it took me meeting you by chance at a wedding for me to do this, but I’d like to fix a mistake I made five years ago by never doing this. Can I take you on a date?”

“Rafe Cameron,” you said, and it was a physical effort to contain the joy nearly bursting out of you, “I would love that more than anything.”

He grinned. “Great.”

And then he cupped your face in his hands and pulled you in for the best kiss of your life, one that you immediately fell into with all the vigor of six years spent longing.

When he pulled away, leaving you completely breathless with widened eyes and bruised lips, his sultry whisper nearly took you out.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for years.”

You only had eyes for Rafe as you pulled him back into a heated kiss, pulling him by the cuffs of his baby blue suit. The only thing that got you away from him was the need for air.

"Me too," you murmured.

(And in the background, you were far too dazed to hear Liz’s victorious cheer.)

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stellz-mybeloved · 4 months

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i was enchanted to meet you..

wilbur x reader

1125 words

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you walked through the streets of brighton feeling free after a tiring day of work, work for you was an absolute nightmare especially customers who are very picky and act like a karen. some customers complained alot and you try your best to calm those customers down cause its super embarassing that a customer would complain to an employee especially in the public eye making almost every single person in the restaurant look at them making you regret this job so much.

but on the good side you made friends with the other employees too and you felt comfortable around them cause they were your only ones to be with every time at work which was the best part of your shift,

you eyed down on something then you see a coffee shop down by the corner which made you stop by and you thought about getting a drink. after a stressful day working alot and you felt relaxed, you walked down the shop and took a deep breath, the smell of coffee tantalising around your nose and as you walk in you saw lots of people. like lots. you waited patiently in line until you hear someone yelling to the waitress in front not that kind of thing that would happen to me at work too.. you thought, you just couldn't handle it, you were tired of it. "you got my order wrong! it was lacking some ingredients, this is the worst coffee shop I've ever been to-" the woman was cut off by someone which was her friend "alright we have to go now, you need to calm down! im so sorry for my friend here.. she was kinda overreacting.." her friend says nervously to the waitress and they left the store like nothing ever happened, not even a single bit of an argument.

you sighed, people these days are like this every single fucking time.. even at your job , you went forward in line and you accidentally bumped on a tall figure, he turned around and looked at you, it took you a second to look at his features, he's tall.. like approximately 6'5, he has brown curls and hazel eyes and pearly white teeth.. you've never seen a person that pretty before.. wait- isn't that kinda cliche? you thought and shook it off, "uh- im so sorry for bumping into you, uh.. did i spill your drink?" i apologise and asked him as in if I was worried that he may get mad at me but then he chuckled "it's alright, you almost did-" he was cut off and you slightly panicked "what?! oh my fucking- I'm so so sorry about that I didn't mean to-" you were cut off by him smiling with his white teeth showing "it's okay, you didn't actually spill my drink.. but you almost did anyway." he stated and smiled.

his smile literally caught you, and m holy shit he was so nice to you.. i wonder who is he.. you wondered and you went forward in line and ordered your drink. "that would be £75." the cashier spoke and you looked through your wallet and realized that the money in your wallet isn't enough, and you panicked for a bit until you heard a deep voice saying "i'll pay for it." you looked behind to know who it was and it was the same guy you accidentally bumped into what?! he wasn't supposed to do that! it was my drink, he didn't have to do that, you didn't even expect that to happen..

"but-" you were cut off by him "no buts, i'll pay for it," he said with no hesitation, he grabbed the money on his pocket and paid the cashier, "keep the change." he told the cashier and the cashier smiled at him you grabbed your drink and walked off the counter.

You look at him and smiled "thank you, that was very nice of you." you reply and he chuckled, "you're welcome, wanna sit on that table right there and have a nice chat?" the brunette asked you and pointed to that table and you nodded as a response,

you two had a nice chat together, you found out that his name was wilbur and he streams and makes music for a living and he's also the lead singer of a band called lovejoy, wow you didn't even expect that you'd meet a famous singer from a band and a streamer too. "wow.. that's so cool! and aren't you stressed because you have a huge fanbase and you have alot to do like writing some songs, go on tour?" you asked curiously and he huffed, "well.. yeah, but right now i'm taking a break from that" he answers and smiles at you staring into your eyes as he continues to talk, you slightly tilt your head to the right , admiring his prescence.. wait a minute.. you just met that person! you can't fall for him yet! you thought and wilbur was looking at you, "hello? you awake" he interferes and you shook your head to focus. "yeah, sorry I zoned out" you smile.

you guys continued talking alot, you both shared your personal experiences in life, your jobs and many more until the chat is finally done and it was finally time to go, "well, it was nice chatting with you..?" he looks at you confused not knowing your name, "y/n." you answer and he smiled "it was nice chatting with you y/n." he redid the sentence and you giggled "it was nice chatting with you too wilbur," you respond, "oh- and here's my number. so we can communicate through dms!" you added and you gave the paper to wilbur looked at it and smiled and kept it in his pocket.

"alright, it was nice meeting you!" he commented and ran his hand through his brown curls and you smile at him "me too, and i hope we see each other again soon" you reply and blushed, you both said your goodbyes and went off to your own ways.

you went to your apartment and you grabbed the keys for your apartment door you inserted the key to the keyhole of the door and opened it, finally revealing your apartment. ah.. the feeling of home, the time that you can finally rest and do stuff, but you couldn't get wilbur off your mind and you blushed all they way here still thinking about him, were you actually in love with him? is this love at first sight that you're experiencing right now? when you first saw him, the negative thoughts and feelings vanished when you saw him, and it was enchanting, you were wonderstruck.. you were enchanted to meet him…

should i make this a series? should i make a part two?

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jardin-de-limaginaire · 1 year

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can you do a platonic noel x reader? any scenario you wish to write would be heavily appreciated <3 thank u!

Of course! Noel is actually my favorite character from RTC (along with Ricky) So this will be fun to write! Sorry if this didn't come out how you wanted, but I literally came up with the idea for this scenario in like 1 minute, so the idea isn't really that developed, and the story turned out kind of cheesy （◞‸◟）

Thanks to your request, here's your order of a scenario I came up with! The scenario is about how (Y/N) and Noel are both in a group project at school, and are assigned to write a story together. This was an excellent way for Noel to introduce (Y/N) to his very own original character, Monique Gibeau.

Also, sorry for not writing in almost a week! I was busy with school, but now I'm free to write because It's a winter vacation (for me at least)!

By the time I'm posting this, it will be Christmas eve, so for anybody that celebrates it, please take this as a present (also for people who don't celebrate it, since you guys also deserve a present from me)

(Tw: mentions of stabbing in (Y/N) and Noel's story that they were making)

Word count: 1,007 words

Monique Gibeau's happy ending (PLATONIC NOEL+Gn!READER)

(𝓨/𝓝)'𝓼 𝓟𝓞𝓥

I was tapping my pencil against the desk as I was listening to the teacher talk about something. I wasn't really paying attention since this was the last period of school, so the only words I heard were "blah blah blah, Mr/Miss/Mx. (L/N) and Mr. Gruber, blah blah blah". Yeah, it was pretty boring to be hones- WAIT DID THE TEACHER MENTION MY NAME? AND ON TOP OF THAT, NOEL'S????

I looked at my friend Noel, who was sitting next to the person that was sitting behind me, and he also had the same shocked expression. as me.

He mouthed "what do we do?" And I just shrugged and put my head on my desk as an answer. The bell finally rang and the bell signaled the end of the day. We all got up from our seats and I walked to Noel since I think that we got assigned some kind of project.

"So...We're assigned to do a story, right?" I asked. Noel sighed and nodded, before he got his backpack and walked away, together with me.

"Yeah…and by we, you mean you and I," he whispered, trying to not bring attention to us as we were both walking out of school. "Oh…" I said, trying not to let my voice sound disappointed. He smiled. "Well, at least we'll have each other as a partner! That has to be better than going alone!" He laughed. I chuckled. "Yeah…" I said again before we went outside. It was still snowing and the ground looked like glass under my feet. I grabbed Noel's hand and pulled him towards the coffee shop where our classmates would skip class to go. I'm sure most of them wouldn't be there since they already went home or to their clubs, but I wanted to make sure we'd get something to eat before going to his house to work on the project. When we came in, it was actually fairly empty. There were maybe 5 people in total, excluding the two of us, which made things a lot easier, and we found a small table by the window so we could sit and eat without being bothered. Noel sat down first and then patted the chair next to him. I sat down and took off my coat before Noel took out his Chromebook that we had to carry at school every day.

"How about we start writing the project here so that we can have time to only edit it when we go to my house," Noel suggested. "Sure, sounds good!" I said. "Do we have a certain theme we need to follow for this project?" I asked. "Uh, yeah. A love story!" Noel said, looking kind of excited "Ooohhhh…" I smiled, thinking about what kind of story this could be. "Do you have any ideas about what characters we should write about?" I asked. "Umm, well…I've been meaning to ask you if I could tell you something personal." He said sheepishly. "Oh! Uh, sure! Only if you feel comfortable with it!" I replied, getting excited.

"Okay so…uhm…" He began, clearly not wanting to say whatever he wanted to say, but I could tell it was important. "Well, it's sorta embarrassing to say…" He muttered. "Tell me! I promise I won't laugh!" I reassured him. "Okay…um…" He started again. "It's kinda embarrassing, but…" he looked back into my eyes "but I thought you might understand." "Understand what?" I asked. He bit his lip. "That I created this character named Monique Gibeau as an alter ego of mine…" he mumbled again. "She was always one of my favorite characters ever because she's so independent and brave, but she's always faced with a bad ending…" He added quietly. I felt sorry for him.

"How about we write a happy ending for her in this story we're creating?" I asked, giving him a melancholic smile. He looked slightly surprised. "A happy ending?! Are you serious?!" He looked at me with big eyes. I giggled. "Of course! What kind of hero doesn't want a happy ending?" I said jokingly. "Plus, this story is based on your favorite character, so why not give the whole thing a try?" I tried to encourage him. "I'm not really a fan of happy endings, but sure, let's try I guess…" he said. He seemed to think for a minute, then he got excited.

"Alright, so how about we start with a plotline for this?" He asked, pulling up his notes. "So basically Monique is a hooker from post-war France, and one day she kills her pimp. After getting away with murder, she falls in love with someone who doesn't love her, and-" "Woah Noel! That's a novel-worthy plot you gave there!" I interrupted with a twinkle in my eyes. "But we do need to write a love story with a happy ending!" I continued

"Well, Monique loves this guy called Marcel, and he loves her too, although he's afraid that if he tells Monique that he wants her love, she'll laugh at him. Then she decides to meet him after her shift ends, and she gets stabbed in the back by Marcel. She then wakes up in the house of a nurse named…" he trailed off as he looked over a few pages. He turned around and smiled at me. "I got it! The nurse's name is Elisa, and Monique finally feels true love when she gets to know Elisa. Done, that's the happy ending that you so wanted." Noel said, trying to look bored, but underneath that bored facade, you could see that he actually had fun making that story. I smiled at him. "You really are a creative genius! Let's start writing now." I said, drinking my coffee. He grinned and he began writing. I can't wait to finish this story that Noel came up with within 1 minute.

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emotionalcadaver · 4 months

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Part 1: In the Heart of War

Fandom: Dunkirk

Pairing: Shivering Soldier x OC

Summary: The worst has passed, but that doesn’t mean they’re free of the wounds it left behind.

Word Count: 1,850

Notes: Warnings for depictions of war and PTSD. Henry Wilson is the name for the Shivering Soldier created by the lovely people over @henry-wilson. We’re at the final chapter! I apologize in advance for the slight cliffhanger, but I do have a sequel planned for these two that I hope to write eventually!

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Chapter 5: Maybe

“What did you do? Before all of this, I mean,” she asked. Henry’s head was still settled on her chest, but she could feel his eyelashes lightly tickle her skin every time he blinked.

“I…uh. I was a gardener,” he let out a small laugh. “When I was a kid I wanted to be a botanist.”

“You’ll have to give me some tips. I’m horrible with plants.”

“Really?”

“I kill just about everything I touch,” she pouted slightly while he chuckled. “You’ve liked plants since you were a kid?”

“Yeah. Drove Mum crazy with all the dirt I was constantly tracking into the house,” he lifted his head slightly, voice still soft. The sun was just beginning to set, and a few of the soldiers had managed to fall asleep. “Did you always want to be a librarian?”

“Nah. I mean, I always liked books, but…ever since I was little I thought that I wanted to be an ice skater.”

“You thought?” he sat up a bit more.

“Mhm. I took a few lessons when I was small and fell in love. But Mum wouldn’t let me skate unless I competed, so I did,” she glanced down at her hands. “It was fine. For a while. But I never cared much for the competitive part of things. Everyone was so…mean to each other. I just wanted to skate. All Mum really cared about was the money I got from winning competitions. To the point that I’d get in trouble at home if I didn’t get gold. One time, I sprained my ankle doing…I don’t know. Something stupid probably. She insisted that I couldn’t be hurt because I had a competition that weekend. I just about destroyed my ankle trying to skate on it. It still pops sometimes,” she rolled the aforementioned ankle absentmindedly, lifting a shoulder in a shrug. “Kind of sucked a lot of the joy out of it.”

Those big blue eyes blinked sorrowfully at her. “I’m sorry, Daisy.”

One side of her lips pulled upwards into a sad smile. “It’s okay. I got out of it, in the end. Quit as soon as I was of age. Though Mum practically disowned me for it.”

“Is that why you spent so much time traveling?”

“Partly, yeah.”

“Do you still skate, now?”

“Yeah. Every once in a while, at least. It took a long time, for me to feel good about it again. But I got there. Eventually.”

One of his hands fluttered to cover hers, fingers stroking her knuckles. “Good. That’s good.”

The stairs creaked, as two soldiers emerged from the depths of the boat.

“No, stay downstairs, please,” Peter said, minding the wheel while Mr. Dawson spoke with Collins outside.

“We just want to see the cliffs,” one of them said. Peter hesitated, then nodded. The two boys crowded around one of the windows. Henry nestled back up against her, another small shiver going through him. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, Daisy rested her chin on the top of his head, looking at the patchwork of white and black that covered the sides of the cliffs to their right. They really were quite pretty. The two men were conversing with Peter quietly.

“Miss?” she looked up to see a soldier hovering nervously in the doorway, clutching an empty cup in his hand. Henry straightened, leaning away and leaving her to pout at the loss of his warmth.

“Yes?”

“I was…wondering if I could have some more tea?”

“There’s a pot just to the left down the stairs. If it’s empty, feel free to brew more.”

He nodded gratefully, shuffling awkwardly away towards the stairs. A part of her, the one with the manners her mum had beaten into her, wanted to jump to her feet and get it for him, but exhaustion had settled heavily inside of her, the idea of even standing seeming to be a massive feat. She leaned her side against Henry, head slumping onto his shoulder. After a moment, she curled in even closer and closed her eyes. Warm.

“Well, don’t you two look comfortable,” she cracked an eye open to see Collins grinning mischievously as he moved to approach Peter. Henry tensed. Daisy let her eyes fall closed again.

“Bugger off, Collins.”

He chuckled, going to sit close to Peter so that they could talk. Henry relaxed against her again. Good. They deserved at least a few moments of peace.

They’d more than earned it.

∗ ∗ ∗

“Daisy.”

She whined, scrunching up her face and squeezing her eyes shut tighter in rebellion from where she’d just barely begun to doze on Henry’s shoulder. He shook her lightly.

“Daisy. Wake up.”

“Whyyyyyy,” quietly complaining, she raised her head to squint tiredly at him. He pointed.

“Look.”

Grumbling, she raised her head, gaze directed to where Henry was pointing. She suddenly sat up straight, all memory of tiredness gone as she pressed her face to the window.

“Holy shit!”

He chuckled. Daisy grinned as she watched the dolphin leap from the water, riding the small waves made by the Moonstone. She gasped quietly when another, smaller one appeared beside it, fin and back just barely surfacing from the water before it disappeared beneath the waves again.

Henry’s arm had remained around her waist, chin coming to rest on her shoulder.

“Now you’ve gotten to see your dolphins.”

Glancing back over at him, she grinned. “Yeah. Thanks.”

His finger traced along her cheek, stroking over one of the dimples that appeared there when she smiled. For a moment, she thought that he might kiss her, but instead he cleared his throat awkwardly, pulling away.

“Peter said we would be docking at Weymouth soon.”

She tried her best to hide her disappointment. “That’s good,” her head dropped back down onto his shoulder. “It doesn’t really seem appropriate to say ‘this was nice.’”

A humorless laugh left his lips. Tilting her head to look up at him, she smiled.

“But I have enjoyed…spending time with you.”

The back of his hand petted her cheek, brows furrowing as he hesitated a moment, before he pressed a quick kiss to her forehead.

“Me too.”

The boat continued to rock gently as they sailed through the dark waters, the sun long ago having dipped beneath the horizon. Soon, almost too soon, the Moonstone was pulling up to the dock. Around them the soldiers were already beginning to stir, more than eager to get off the boat and onto dry land.

“I’ll be right back,” she said, squeezing Henry’s knee and standing, shouldering past the soldiers to down below, where Peter was bending over George’s body, adjusting the blanket that they’d covered him with.

“We’ll wait to move the body. Until everyone else is off.”

“So he won’t see, you mean?”

“Yes,” she rested a hand on his shoulder. “Thank you.”

Peter shrugged. “It was the right thing to do,” he looked up at her, suddenly looking very young. “Right?”

“Yeah.”

Grabbing a paper from a stack shoved in a cupboard, she scrawled quick, looping letters onto it, blowing on them to make sure the ink wouldn’t smudge before jogging back upstairs, the wood creaking in complaint against each of her steps.

She froze at the top of the stairs.

“Where’s Henry?”

Mr. Dawson shrugged from where he was collecting his hat and coat.

“He went onto the docks already. You could probably still catch him if you run,” Collins said.

“Thanks,” heart feeling a little like it had fallen from her chest, she squeezed past the disembarking soldiers, stretching up onto her toes to try to see over the shoulders of the taller men all around her.

“Henry!” she shouted when she spotted him. He turned, eyes wide with surprise, a few soldiers bumping into him, muttering out complaints. Jogging, paper still clutched in her hands, she skidded to a stop in front of him. “Here,” she thrusted it out. “The address to the library I work at,” she explained at his furrowed brow. “If you’re ever in Weymouth again…I usually work eight to four on weekdays. So, um. If you ever wanted to catch up or…anything,” she licked her lips awkwardly, bouncing on her toes with anxiousness. Henry took the paper gingerly, looking down at it as if he expected it to disappear.

“You’d…really like to see me again?”

“Of course!”

“O-okay. Okay. I’ll, um,” he glanced over his shoulder at the whistle of a train. “I have to go home. For a little while. But. I’ll come back. I’ll find you.”

Leaning upwards, she pressed a smiling kiss to his cheek, grin teasing as she pulled away. “You better.”

“Bye, Daisy.”

“Good-bye, Henry,” watching wistfully as he began to walk away, she wrapped her arms around herself, walking back to where Peter and Mr. Dawson were standing on the dock. A few men were just hauling George’s covered body out onto a stretcher.

“Thought you ran off,” Mr. Dawson said.

“I did. But now I’m back.”

Sighing heavily, he glanced sadly over George’s body as they men began to carry him away.

“I’m going to have to call his father.”

“You want me to do it?”

“No, no. It needs to be me.”

“Okay.”

“Will you still be coming around at the docks?”

Eyes darting warily to the open ocean, she chewed on her bottom lip, considering carefully. The memory of gunfire, explosions, and screaming still all too present in her mind.

“I don’t know. Maybe.”

“Well, Peter and I will love to host you for dinner, sometime.”

“That would be nice.”

“Good, good,” he stuffed his hands into his pockets, eyes scanning over the soldiers heading towards the trains. “We did a good thing here today, Daisy.”

“Yeah, we did.”

“Do you need someone to walk you home?”

“Nah. I’ll be fine.”

Patting her shoulder and nodding, he started to turn away. “We’ll see you later, then.”

“Bye, Mr. Dawson.”

Peter moved to follow his father, but not before turning and giving her a hug. Eyes widening in surprise, she rubbed the boy’s back gently.

“Thanks for all your help.”

“Of course, kiddo.”

Stuffing her hands into her pockets, she ambled her way over to where her bicycle was stored, riding slowly down the dark streets to her home. The second she opened the door, she was greeted with a dramatic howl.

“Yeah, yeah. I know, I’m late. I’m sorry,” she scratched Ghost behind the ears, moving to the kitchen to get his food, the dog all but inhaling it the moment she set his bowl down. Sitting at the kitchen table with a mug of freshly brewed tea cradled between her hands, she stroked the husky’s large head as he rested it in her lap.

“I made a new friend today, boy,” she said quietly, mind thinking of bright blue eyes and a quiet promise.

I’ll come back.

Sighing, she scratched Ghost under the chin, his tail wagging. Try as she might to manage her expectations, she couldn’t help the blooming of hope in her chest.

“Maybe, someday, I’ll get to see him again.”

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unknown-writerraine · 2 years

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Yandere!Tom Riddle with a darling that's a seer.

Synopsis: You're a seer and you're now in the hands of the Dark Lord and you see no future where you are free, every possibility has you back into his arms once again.

A/n: (Tom looks like what he did before going noseless because I just cannot)

Fem!Reader but I refer you with gender neutral terms.

You can either be a student who miraculously caught Tom's interest or you were like some outgoing student who uses their seer powers to read other students futures, your reason to be that you just want to practice your powers more and improve in reading futures.

Although you have them pay you though, reading their futures have you left tired and sleeping earlier than others, not having time to even eat dinner.

Tom hear about you through his Slug club, his followers telling him that he could have you read his future to see if he could succeed in being the Dark Lord.

Although it's a dumb idea though, you could find out about his plans through the reading and have him reported since most of your readings have come true.

He didn't go to you to read your future but rather out of curiosity, he basically had been stalking you for a week and had your schedule memorised in his mind, walking up to you when it was the end of classes and you were cornered by a bunch of books.

Now you were quite closed off and didn't have good social skills so when the popular, smart student Tom riddle approached you, you were quite nervous.

I mean, You did a very good job in keeping off of people's radars, you weren't one to like attention because you happen to not like the stares of many people on you, it just scared you because they'll be watching your every move and is just waiting for you to mess up.

"I heard you can read people's futures." He told you.

Now, you weren't very sure how respond about this and was bracing for him to ask you to read his, maybe he wants to know if he'll be head boy or something.

"How do you do it?" Now that was a question you weren't expecting, none of your clients asked hoe the reading process worked but just gave you the required money and held out their hands at you.

"Uh...well I need to have physichal contact with the person whose future I'm reading." You say as you try to look at him in the eyes but you just couldn't hold his stare for long.

"Interesting. Have you read bad futures yet?" He really knows how to catch you off guard but you answered with a nod anyways, it's not like your desecrating your clients privacy, you didn't need to say a name or anything.

"Just you know, a dead relative, not achieving their dreams, that kind of stuff.." You say as you pick at your finger nails.

"Have you seen one where they die?"

You abruptly stood up and looked him in the eyes with a glare, "Where are we going with this conversation exactly? Cause I feel like this is no longer you being curious about how I read futures." You say as you cross your arms above your chest.

"I apologize if my questions rubbed you off the wrong way. It just came to mind." He said as he smiled at you.

You huff and bring a hand you your head sratching it in frustration, "Yeah whatever." You mutter before gathering up your books and leave to go to the front desk to borrow the books you didn't finish reading.

"Quite an interesting power. I could use someone like that in the future." Tom says as he brings his hand behind his back and watches your figure walk out of the library.

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Fight Night

So, the other day “[Not] ASMR | Pack Fight Night” appeared in my head as a concept and... this got long. I never thought I’d write a one-shot longer than “Fringes” ever again but here we are. This one literally took me several days It also switches POVs a lot so whose POV is it is at the top of their section, as usual. 7.6k words PS, I had to make up a couple wolves to fill out the roster. We had a bunch of their names but not enough and I needed more for the bracket.

CW: fantasy violence, mentions of blood, some Quinn memories

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Darlin’

“So… let me get this straight. You’re having a bracketed tournament in the woods with your pack. Where y’all do one-on-one fights until someone is the champion,” Sam said.

“Yep.” I nodded, stretching my shoulders.

“Do all shifter packs do that?”

“How would I know?”

Sam made a noise of mild frustration, but didn’t give me attitude about my attitude. “Who all fights?”

“Whoever feels like they’re up for it,” I replied. “Usually the younger members. If they’re under eighteen they can’t fight without their parents’ explicit permission given to David, and there’s actually a separate bracket for those who are under eighteen. A little league sparring match, as it were. But everyone eighteen and older is the main event.”

“Who's the reigning champ?”

“David. But that’s a given. The competition is for second place every year. We all know David’s gonna get first.”

“Alright. Who’s last year’s runner up?”

“Ash. I wasn't here for it. The year before, Ash barely beat me out for second and I’m still bitter about it. So this year, I’m gonna try to beat him. But I might not even need to fight him. He might be on David’s side of the bracket so David can take him out.”

“Who makes the bracket?”

“An online generator. We just put in everyone’s names and it makes the line-up. Keeps it fair that way.”

“Anythin’ else I need to know?”

“Uh… sit with David, Ash, and Milo’s mates? If you want? Don’t be surprised when we’re brutal with each other? We play rough and always have. We’re shifters—it’s part of the deal. I don’t know. If I think of anything else you need to know, I’ll tell you.”

“Alright.” Sam shook his head.

We ducked into his car.

—

Angel

“This is gonna be fun,” I said, pulling my large plastic bag of popcorn out of the car with me. David climbed out of his side of the car and threw his jacket down on the driver’s seat, leaving him in just his jeans and tank top. Which I was absolutely shamelessly staring at. All chiseled muscles and skin gleaming softly in the moonlight.

“I agree.”

“Are you actually going to have fun?” I asked. “Or is this some sense of duty thing for you? Like, proving you’re strong enough to be the alpha?”

David leveled his vibrant green glare at me. “Tonight is a friendly competition, angel,” he said. “This has nothing to do with proving myself worthy.”

“Good. So that means it’s fun, right? You’re, like, capable of having fun?” I teased.

He swung an arm as though to try and catch me around the waist but I dodged away and started running up the trail. As always, we were the earliest to arrive so we had the hiking trail to ourselves.

I heard David’s boots crunching up the earth behind me. He was significantly taller and faster than I was, so I didn’t actually expect to get far.

I got maybe a dozen yards before he caught me around the waist and held me there—but he was smiling and laughing. “You are such a little snot, you know that?”

I laughed and squirmed, trying to wriggle free. “Yep!”

“You’re lucky that I love you.”

“Or what?”

“Or I wouldn’t put up with your teasing,” he growled. I kept laughing.

“Lemme gooo, Davey!” I protested.

“Why should I?”

“Because we still gotta set up for the tournament.”

“But you haven’t paid your Little Snot Tax,” he said.

“Which is what, exactly?”

“Give me a kiss, you menace.”

“You shoulda led with that,” I remarked, twisting around in his hold to do as he requested. I managed to keep the bag of popcorn almost as tall as I was out of the way to avoid it getting crushed as Davey’s arms held me tighter. Even in just a tank top and jeans, he was warm, pressed against me. He hummed quietly against my lips, acknowledging my words.

When he pulled away, his exasperated grin was fond, too. “C’mon. Let’s go set up.”

He held my hand and helped me up the trail. I didn’t need help, per se, but I liked letting him pull me. Made it easier on me.

When we got to the clearing, I set the bag of popcorn on the ground and slung my backpack off, pulling out the small red-and-white paper bags to distribute the popcorn out for the rest of the pack. Everyone else was in charge of bringing their own drinks and/or chairs, but we’d brought popcorn and a foldable table. As I started dishing popcorn into the white paper bags, David went back down the trail to go grab the table in the back of the car and our camp chairs.

—

Sweetheart

“I’m anticipatin’ third or fourth,” Milo said as we crested the hill and made it to the clearing. David’s mate was sitting in the grass, a massive bag of popcorn on their lap that they were scooping at with red-and-white paper bags and handing to David, who was putting them on a table. “I know I can’t beat Ash and David, but I dunno about Tank.”

I nodded. “I’m sure you’ll do just fine,” I said.

David’s mate heard us talking and looked up. “Oh hey! Wassup you two?” they asked. “Excited for tonight?”

“Hell yeah!” Milo said. “It’s gonna be great!”

I laughed and pulled our camp chairs off his shoulder to start pulling them out of their carrying bags. “I’m really excited for the teenagers’ bracket this year,” I said. “It’s always fun to watch them roughhouse, thinking they’re all big and tough.”

Milo started cackling. “Yeah—then David shifts for his first match and they all get wide-eyed seein’ what a real alpha looks like.”

David’s mate started laughing. “Always a show. I’m gonna try to take pictures again,” they said. “I sent Maya’s mom the picture I took of her face last year the next day and she laughed her head off.”

I laughed too. “Oh it’s the best.”

“Yeah. And Luke just manifested last summer and is already boasting about how he’s gonna be the biggest wolf in the pack one day,” David’s mate said. “Can’t wait to see how big his eyes get.”

Milo laughed and helped me set up the camp chairs in our usual spot. I pulled our drinks out of my backpack and set them in the cupholders. “A’right. So,” Milo said to David’s mate. “Bets on rankin’s?”

“David first, obviously,” they replied. “Then probably Ash? Unless he and David are on the same side of the bracket, in which case I’m putting Ash at third.”

“And who for second?” Milo prompted.

“Depends on who’s on the other side of the bracket,” David’s mate contemplated. “If you’re on the other side, then you. But if you and Tank are both on the other side…” They grimaced as they thought about it. “Maybe Tank?”

Milo made a face of acceptance. “Not a bad line-up. It’d be honorable to lose to Tank. They’re a damn good wolf.”

I nodded in agreement. “I think you’d rather win against Tank,” I remarked.

“Yeah but I think we can agree that they pro’lly got me beat,” Milo replied. “No shame in knowin’ my limits. And Tank got no limits. I mean, you seen the way they fight? Like pain don’t matta? I’m tough but not like that. David practically gotta beat ‘em into the ground to get ‘em to yield.”

David’s mate bounced their eyebrows in acknowledgement.

“Fair enough,” I said.

Milo kissed the side of my head and went to go help David and his mate with the popcorn.

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Baaabe

“Oh, thank God,” Asher said. “We’re not the last ones here!”

I glanced around the parking lot as we scrambled, as usual, to get all our stuff together. It wasn’t my fault we were running late. As usual. Ash had wanted to put very intense black eyeliner on to “show he meant business” and had taken forever.

“Ash, babe, we are the last ones here.”

“No we’re not.”

“Yeah, we are.”

“Amanda’s car isn’t here.”

“Amanda lives in South Dakota now.”

Asher swore. “Forgot.”

“C’mon. Let’s get going. We might catch the last two matches of the Teens’ Tourney.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming.”

We rushed up the trail, camping chairs and snacks and drinks clinking around in bags. It didn’t take as long as it normally would at a casual stroll’s pace, but by the time we reached the clearing, we were both winded. A gap two chairs wide was sitting between David’s camp chair and Tanker’s on David’s right. Saved for us.

In the center of the clearing, snarling and growling accompanied two smaller wolves as they writhed around, trying to get an advantage over the other. I handed Asher my camp chair and backpack and dodged around the back of the ring of chairs to the table with the popcorn on it at the edge of the clearing. I grabbed two bags and snuck back to the main ring, where Ash had quickly set up our chairs. Plopping down, I handed him a bag and kept one for myself.

Ash was sitting directly on David’s right and had immediately started talking to David, so I leaned over to Tank. “Who’s up to bat?” I asked.

“Brown one is Miguel’s little brother Alejandro. Blonde one is Maya.”

“Sheesh. They’re really going at it,” I said.

“Ye-up,” they replied, nodding.

“Who do you think’s gonna win?”

“Maya. She’s more vicious this year.”

“Dope.” I nodded in appreciation. “Besides David taking top spot, who do you think is gonna win the adult tournament?”

Tank contemplated a moment, glancing at Sam out of the corner of their eye, then flicking their gaze over my head to look at Asher. “Depends on who’s on which side of the bracket,” they said evasively. I chuckled.

“Fair enough.” I crossed my arms against the slight midnight chill. “So, remind me, this isn’t double jeopardy, right? Like, whoever loses gets put onto the other side of the bracket for a second shot and if they lose again they’re out? It’s not like that?”

Tank shook their head. “Nope. Not like that. We’ve got sixteen participants, eight initial matches. Four on each side. You lose once, you’re out of the running. And on and on down the line until we get to the final two, one from each side of the bracket.” They contemplated for a moment. “That said, double jeopardy isn’t a bad idea. You should bring that up to David and his mate.”

“I mean, I don’t wanna throw a wrench in how the pack does things. It’s really not my place to—”

At that moment, a yip sounded from the middle of the ring. Alejandro was pinned under Maya, and her jaws were around his throat. He squirmed a little and shifted back to human form. “Yield!” he said. “I yield. I yield, I yield, I yield!” His eyes were screwed shut. Maya slowly climbed off of him and shifted back as well.

“And, remind me, victory is always chosen by yield?” I whispered.

“Pretty much,” Tank replied.

David’s mate hopped out of their seat. “Alright! And with that, Maya is the champion of this year’s Teens’ Tourney! Everybody give it up!” they called, waving their hands toward the sky to encourage everyone to celebrate.

The pack started cheering and clapping. David’s mate laughed as they grabbed Maya’s offered wrist and held it over their heads, signaling the victory.

—

Angel

I leaned closer to Maya. “Congratulations, Maya. Come swing by our house this week. We’ve got a prize for you for winning.”

“Ooh, what is it?” Her dark eyes were wide, glinting in the moonlight.

I winked at her. “It’s a surprise.”

“Gift card? Ice cream?”

“What else?”

She fist-pumped. “Yesss!”

I laughed and released her hand. “Great job. David’s really proud of you.” I nodded to where my mate was actually smiling—close-lipped, but it counted—at Maya. She beamed at him, bowed to the circle, and rushed back to sit with her parents.

I looked down at the tablet in my hand where I’d saved the base image of the bracket. “Now, let’s hear it for the main event! The adult bracket of Shaw Pack Fight Night!”

More cheering. I smiled at David as he rolled his eyes in fond exasperation. He knew I was a lot more exuberant than he was—it was why he asked me to be MC for the night. I’d joked that I’d never been more ready to be a Master of Ceremonies before we left the house, apart from the fact that I didn’t own a fancy enough hat. Which had earned me another eye-roll.

“If there are any last-minute cancellations or desires to sign up: too late. The bracket has been generated and you’re locked in,” I said. “There’s no reception up here so I wouldn’t be able to make the bracket again.” A chuckle rushed around the ring of wolves and I heard Milo whoop. “So! Without further ado—let’s get this party starteeed!” More cheers and claps. Arden pumped her fist in excitement.

“First round, left side, top of the bracket, we have got…” Pause for effect. “Brooks versus Tankeeer!”

Ash whooped so loud his mate cringed away from him, clapping a hand over their ear and protesting, “Ash!”

Brooks and Tanker both hopped out of their camp chairs and met me in the middle of the ring. “You both know the rules,” I said, switching screens on my tablet to go over them. “No hits below the belt, no use of the mental link, victory is decided by yield. You ready?”

Tank nodded once with a determined set to their jaw. Brooks nodded as well.

“Alright.” I backed away. Tank and Brooks bent their knees, facing each other, ready to shift at a moment’s notice. “Fight number one in three, two, one!” I clapped.

A grey-and-tan wolf immediately lunged. Brooks barely had time to shift to react. I rushed out of the ring and collapsed in my chair on David’s left. “Damn, Tank shifts fast,” I remarked.

He nodded. “They’ve always been good at it.” He took a deep breath and glanced down the ring of chairs to where Christian and Arden were sitting by Miguel.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

David shook his head. “Just kinda weird to not have Amanda here,” he said. “She was considering flying back for Fight Night but decided not to. Long fight for just one night.”

“I get that,” I said.

A pained whine roused my attention back to the ring. Brooks was pinned under Tank, and Tank was snarling at his throat. I glanced at Ash. It was his job to referee the main event. He nodded. Tank hadn’t broken any rules.

Brooks shifted back, making Tank almost fall off of him. “Yield!” he said.

Tank climbed off and returned to human form. They’d barely broken a sweat.

“Round one, match one goes to Tank!” I called, popping off my chair. Cheers—particularly from Sam. I smiled. “Alright! Round one, match two, right bracket, top slots… David versus Miguel!”

The pack cheered louder. First alpha fight of the night. In truth, the generator had put David up against Holly—but she’d barely turned eighteen. And one of the unspoken rules was that the barely-adults did not fight their alpha in the first round. If Holly beat Miguel’s original opponent (Mason), she’d be allowed to fight David in the next round. But it was too intimidating for a wolf’s first Fight Night as an adult to face their alpha.

David got out of his chair at the same time that Miguel did, and they approached me from opposite sides of the ring.

I stood between them and went over the rules briefly again. David leaned forward and stripped off his tank top, handing it to me. I winked at him as I backed away, counted down, and clapped to signal the start of the fight.

I ran back to our chairs, as the two shifted and tore into each other, and sat in David’s chair. David had a huge size advantage over literally everyone in the pack—even Ash and Tank—but Miguel was nimble and quick. I grabbed my bag of popcorn and watched with great interest. After a moment, I leaned over to Ash. “Now taking bets on how fast David wipes the floor with Miguel,” I whispered. Ash snickered and glanced between me and his mate, who also looked contemplative.

“Forty-five seconds,” Ash said.

“You ref, I’ll count,” I replied. I looked at his mate over his head. “Double count me.”

“Got it.”

I knew myself. I’d forget what number I was at the second David shifted back to human form. All sweaty and shirtless… my mind would go blank in an instant.

I’d been told by multiple members of the pack that Miguel was a pretty good fighter. He just had the misfortune of being paired with David for Round One.

David’s wolf form was huge and pitch black, making his green eyes almost ethereally bright against the dark fur. Miguel’s fur was about the same shade of brown as his younger brother, Alejandro’s. But it was quickly matted with dirt as David slammed him into the ground. Ash nudged me suggestively. I rolled my eyes at him.

It took David forty-three seconds to get Miguel to yield.

Thankfully, Ash’s mate double counting confirmed that because I, indeed, forgot what number I was at the moment David was in human form again. Miguel’s claws had caught on his shoulder and left a small nick that left a tiny trickle of blood oozing down his arm. I got up and ran to the middle of the ring. “There we have it!” I exclaimed. “An incredibly quick victory by David!” There were those cheers of support for their alpha. “Good job, both of you.” I brought my tablet up to my face. “Round one, match three will be Arden versus Booker!”

And on and on we went.

Arden beat Booker—but only barely.

Holly, poor thing, lost to Mason, but damn if she didn’t put up a good fight.

Milo beat LeShawn.

Linda lost to Asher.

Christian beat Tyrell.

And Latisha absolutely creamed Gia.

“And that concludes round one!” I said, hopping up out of my chair. I looked down at the bracket. “On to round two! This will consist of four matches. For match one, we have…” Oof, I thought as I realized the lineup. “Tank versus Arden!”

Tank pushed to their feet with a squeeze of Sam’s hand and strolled casually to the middle of the ring. Arden looked a touch apprehensive, but got to her feet and joined. She was never one to back down, even in a fight she had no chance of winning. And, by my estimation, she wouldn’t hold up against Tank for long.

I backed up, got the fight going, and rushed to my chair. I was already writing Tank’s name on my tablet screen. David noticed and chuckled. “Arden might surprise you,” he remarked.

I gave him a Look™. “Against Tank? I doubt it.”

I was, of course, right. Arden put up quite the fight, but she didn’t stand a chance against Tank. Still, the fight was longer than I expected. It lasted a little over a minute and a half, according to Asher’s mate’s stopwatch on their phone. I got up and, as expected, declared Tank the winner, then looked down at my tablet as Tank and Arden went back to their camp chairs.

“Next up—David versus Mason!” I called.

David got out of his chair as Mason took out the piercings in his nose, lower lip, eyebrow, and ear and handed them to the friend he’d brought. Some white-haired Illusory I’d only met once who he’d met on a job and befriended. He pulled off his green T-shirt and handed it to her too, showing off the tattoos littering his chest, back, and shoulders before marching to the center.

I could tell Mason was nervous. Who wouldn’t be, to go up against David? Mason was only a couple years younger than David, but they were similarly built. David was broader and more obviously muscular, but Mason’s leaner form belied how strong he was. I’d seen him heft bags of dirt onto his shoulder with ease when he was helping David and I landscape the backyard last summer. He was only about an inch shorter, too.

He and David reached me and bent forward, ready.

I counted down as I backed up.

Mason and David shifted the moment I clapped my hands.

“Fifty seconds, tops,” Ash said as I sat in David’s chair. I nodded. His mate had already started the stopwatch.

Poor Mason took a beating. But I knew David. He’d gone easy on Miguel, and he was going easy on Mason. Not moving as fast as he could. Not hitting as hard as he could. Ash confirmed it when I asked. As did Tank, leaning past Asher’s mate from their other side to add their opinion.

It actually took fifty-two seconds.

“Eh. It’s close enough to round down,” Ash justified. I laughed as I got up to move the event forward.

I swore under my breath when I saw the next match.

—

Sweetheart

“Round two, match three! Milo versus Christian!” David’s mate announced.

My blood ran cold. Milo’s grip on my hand tightened as he got up, stripped off his tank top, and handed it to me.

“Hey,” I whispered as he leaned forward to yank off the shirt. “Kick his ass, baby.”

There was that wonky grin of his. “With pleasure, sweetheart,” he replied. I got a kiss on the forehead as he turned around and confidently strode forward toward David’s mate in the center of the ring. Christian followed suit. I glanced to my right to see David and Asher’s heads together, whispering quietly. I caught the words friendly competition on David’s lips, but there was no confidence in his face.

I tugged on my Threads, burning my magic just a little. Just enough that if something started to go down, I’d be ready to intervene. I caught Asher giving me a glance. It was rare for any of the pack members besides Milo to notice when I was using magic—Stealth auras were built to be hard to detect and most of the wolves didn’t really learn enough magic to focus that hard on my aura—but Asher was probably expecting it and acknowledging that he knew why I was readying my powers. I could feel his and David’s auras both burning a little hotter too, waiting. I set my popcorn bag on Milo’s chair.

David’s mate started the match. I clenched my fists around the arms of my camp chair.

Milo shifted faster than Christian and launched himself at him.

Christian managed to make it into wolf form before Milo impacted, but just barely.

Jaws open, Milo tore into him. Christian’s wolf form was about half-a-hand taller than Milo’s (still a significant amount for shifter wolves), but Milo was fast—always had been—and could take a beating. Milo didn’t have the strength or size of David or Ash, but in a fight, he usually could outlast most wolves.

I’d seen Fight Night get pretty brutal in the years Milo and I had been together.

This wasn’t that.

This wasn’t brutal.

It was damn near feral.

Milo was usually the guy who handled pressure well. Not as well as David, but better than Asher. Sure, he’d have a snarky comment for everything, but he didn’t buckle under strain. Kept his panic to himself.

This was different. I’d never seen Milo let loose like this. In the entire span of our relationship. Not when he was saving me from the shade, not when his family was in danger behind that ward—never. This was him finally venting some of the frustration he’d held toward everything at the person who’d given him a hard time since his powers manifested.

Christian fought back hard, claws flashing against the moonlight. I refused to take my eyes off the fight. My magic was idling like an old truck shaking at a stop light. My hands were probably already invisible.

Milo bodily slammed Christian into the ground before tearing at fur with teeth and claws. Chrisitian tried to squirm to his feet, but Milo kept him down.

I heard a yip that didn’t come from the fight. Glancing over, I saw Maya’s wolf form in the trees, pushing herself to her feet.

Asher and David were out of their chairs in an instant. A pair of massive wolves charging into the fight. Asher got between Milo and Christian while David yanked Christian back by the scruff of his neck, growling with fangs bared. Milo was snarling past Asher at Christian.

I leapt off my camp chair, cloaked, and ran into the middle of the ring. “Milo,” I whispered, putting my hands in his fur and burying my face into the mane at his neck. “Milo, it’s okay. Let it go. Let it go, baby. He’s just trying to get under your skin.”

I knew what Maya’s yip meant. I’d heard it before at Pack Fight Night. Whoever won the Teen Tourney would sit in wolf form during the rest of the main event—the adult sparring matches—and listen to the mental link. Fight Night rules dictated that the mental link wasn’t to be used between the combatants in any significant way. Maya’s yip was a signal to David and Asher that someone broke the rule.

I guessed that David just assumed it was Christian. And given the way the latter shrunk away from the former’s snarl with his head down, ears flat, and tail low, David was right.

Milo’s fur strained in my fists, like he was trying to get away from me, closer to Christian. I decloaked and pushed against his chest, eyes squeezed shut. “Milo, baby,” I breathed. “Milo. He’s not worth it.” I leaned back enough to look into Milo’s eyes. Grey, stark and cold against the rust color of his fur. “Look at me, Milo. Look at me.”

His eyes turned down, meeting mine. His pupils dilated slightly almost immediately, giving him a softer look from the tiny points, despite the darkness, that came with his glare.

David threw his head in the general direction of the trees and marched toward it with Christian following close behind. He shifted back to human form just briefly as he met his mate, kissed the side of their head, and then whispered in their ear. Then he was a wolf again. He vanished into the shadows, and Christian followed.

David’s mate got up. “Well, Christian’s been disqualified,” they announced. “Milo wins!”

The applause was a little more half-hearted than the rest had been. Not that I could blame them. It was kind of a startling—and mildly disappointing—way to end a match at Fight Night.

Asher walked with me and Milo back to our seats. They both returned to human form. Asher pulled Milo into a hug, holding onto the back of his head and pressing it against his neck. “It’s okay, man,” Ash whispered. “It’s okay. You were gonna beat him anyway, and whatever he said to you doesn’t matter. He was just trying to get a rise out of you. You were good to handle it as patiently as you did.”

Milo nodded. “I’m fine, Ash. He’s said worse before.”

“That doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt now.”

Milo half-heartedly pushed Asher off of him. “Leave me alone, you big softie. I’m fine.”

Ash ruffled Milo’s hair. “Whatever you say, runt.”

“Go back to your mate, bottom.”

I couldn’t stop the snort—though I tried to turn it into a sneeze. I doubted Ash bought it, but he strolled back to his mate.

David’s mate lingered in the middle of the ring. “We’re gonna wait for David to come back before Ash and Latisha get to have their match. Unless someone else wants to referee?” They spun in a slow circle, looking around.

Arden raised a hand. “I can,” she said.

“Great. Then we’ll move on to the last match of round two!”

—

Baaabe

Asher beat Latisha by a mile, not that I was surprised.

Somewhere in the middle of the fight, David and Christian returned to their seats in human form. Christian looked sullen and sulked, but I’d barely paid attention, focusing more on Ash.

Latisha was still a few years younger than us, and not as experienced yet. She tried her best to put up a fight, but she had nothing on Ash. But I could tell David was proud of her, and so were her parents. She yielded, but there was still the glint of fighting spirit in her eye.

David’s mate got up. “Okay,” they announced after declaring Ash the winner. “We’re gonna take a brief break so everyone who’s not fighting can stand up and stretch and chat, and so our combatants get a moment to rest before moving on to Round Three! Take five, Shaw pack!” They clapped their hands and strolled over to their camp chair three away from me as the members of the pack who weren’t fighting got up and milled about.

“More popcorn?” Ash asked.

“Sit down, you goof. I’ll go get it. You just got done with a fight,” I said.

Ash fell into his camp chair. Latisha had gotten a good hit in to his snout and in human form, his upper lip was split. I got up, went and got some popcorn refills, and returned to our chairs.

“Let me have a look, baby,” I said, tilting his face to inspect the split. He didn’t resist when I pinched his chin and turned his head. In fact, his eyes closed like he was savoring the touch. After a pair of fights so far tonight, I couldn’t say I blamed him.

David’s mate came and stood in front of our chairs. “So... Ash,” they said. “Milo is fighting Tank in the next match.”

Ash swore under his breath. “So I’m fighting David,” he said.

They nodded.

“Well... third place ain’t bad,” Ash relented. “But we all know I could totally beat Milo and Tank.”

“Keep dreamin’, Ash!” Tank said from my other side. “I could kick your ass from here to Sunday!”

“That sounds a lot less impressive on a Saturday,” Ash said. “Specifically a Saturday so close to midnight.”

“Maybe, but it just means it won’t take me that long to knock your ass unconscious,” they retorted. I peered past them to see Sam fighting off a smile—and failing. He tried to hide his smile behind a face-palm, but it was too wide of a smile.

Well. It was a good thing Tank’s mate found them funny.

Tank looked back at Sam and started laughing too. Not far away, I saw David whirl to look at Tank. He knew them better than I did, but I got the feeling that Tank smiling or laughing was a rare occurrence.

The rest of the break felt a lot shorter than it actually was before David’s mate gathered everyone’s attention and got them back in their seats.

And announced that Milo and Tank were up next.

Tank got to their feet at the same time as Milo and they went to the middle and stood opposite each other.

The moment David’s mate clapped to start the fight, a rust-colored wolf and a grey-and-tan wolf slammed into each other.

And the fight was long.

Ash leaned to me. “Milo’s trying to tire Tank out.”

“That gonna work?”

“No. Tank knows how to work through exhaustion better than any of us.” Ash made a face. “But Milo’s pretty tough too.”

In the end, Tank managed to pin Milo beneath their claws, and he yielded. Reluctantly, and with a snarky comment. But he yielded. Tank shifted back, sweaty and bleeding in a few places, but with all the snarky confidence I’d come to expect from them, and came to sit in their chair beside me again.

Then it was Ash and David’s turn.

David’s mate and I moved into our boyfriends’ chairs so we were beside each other and took each other’s hands after they got the match going. Arden was going to referee the match. I clenched my jaw hard enough to give myself a headache, and held onto David’s mate’s hand tight. Their grip on me was also intense.

Asher told me once that he’d never lost a fight—except to David. So the whole pack knew their alpha and beta in a match together was going to be a show. Had Asher been set up on the other side of the bracket, the finals probably would have been the two of them, rather than Tank and David.

Ash and David fought each other hard. Claws and teeth flashing in the moonlight. With every hard hit one of them dealt to the other, David’s mate and I squeezed each other’s hands in reassurance.

They fought for a long time. My stopwatch passed two minutes and the other pack members started to exchange looks. I saw Mason, across the ring, whispering to the friend he brought. Latisha, Holly, and Gia looked concerned. Milo and Arden exchanged a look. Arden was on the edge of her chair, waiting in case she needed to intervene as a ref, but David was David. He operated well within the rules. So she didn’t need to.

To no one’s surprise, after a bit, David got Asher to yield. He yipped in surprise as David shouldered him in the gut and spilled him into the dirt.

“Yield!” Ash said as he became human again.

David turned back into a human and held out a hand to help Asher stand. They gave each other a brief hug and returned to their seats. David’s mate and I got out of their chairs and went back to our own. David’s mate stood up and greeted him with a quick kiss and a whisper I couldn’t hear. David shrugged.

“I’m fine, angel,” he grumbled.

He mate rolled their eyes and stepped around him. “One more brief break before our final round,” they announced. “Give our combatants a minute to catch their breath.” They waved their hands in a shooing motion, indicating everyone mingle. Milo’s mate laughed and swung gracefully out of their chair, pulling Milo to his feet beside them and dragging him to the refreshment table for more popcorn.

Tank chuckled and leaned to Sam on my other side. “Think Ash tired the big guy out enough for me to beat him?” There was a definite impishness to their grin.

Sam shrugged. “You know your alpha better’n I do, darlin’,” he remarked.

—

Darlin’

“Last! But definitely not least! We have our final roooouuunnnd!” David’s mate called over the clearing like they were a professional wrestling announcer. David, in the corner of my eye, looked amused behind his usual stoicism as he rolled his eyes.

The pack cheered and clapped.

“So, Shaw Pack! Give it up! For David and Tankeeerrr!”

I snorted as Sam chuckled. He squeezed my hand before I let his go in order to stand up and march near David to the center of the ring. I took the extra step forward and turned so we were facing each other.

We leaned forward. David’s mate pecked his cheek. “Good luck, baby,” they said softly before backing up a few steps.

I smirked at my alpha. “Nervous, Shaw?” I teased.

He scoffed. “Have I ever been, against you?”

“You should be.” My smirk widened. “I’m not the same wolf I was the last time we fought.”

“Doesn’t mean you’re better than me,” he retorted, keeping his voice down.

“Alright, Shaw Pack! Count it off with me! Five! Four! Three! Two! One!” The pack counted down with David’s mate, their voices ringing out over the trees.

I shifted and pounced. David did too. We met in the air.

Wolves played rough. Always had. Human form or wolf, we didn’t often hold back. David and I never held back when we wrestled with each other as teenagers. And now, as adults, we were both in for a bit of a fight. David was bigger and stronger than I was, but I tended to be quicker. Helped that I didn’t have a sheer wall of muscle to haul around. I had a lot of muscle, but not as much as David.

His head slammed me in the chest, sending me stumbling back a few steps, but I dug my claws into the earth and shot at him, bashing him in the chest with my shoulder while whacking his ribs with the side of my skull, sending him to the side.

He whirled and growled at me before leaping. I dodged out from under his trajectory and avoided the slash of those gleaming black claws.

A different night. A different fight. A vampire’s fangs in the moonlight. My friend’s blood on the ground, gleaming with the reflection of the waxing moon. Quinn’s malicious laughter as he pummeled me with abandon.

No, I thought sharply. This isn’t that. Fight through it, Tanker. Like you’ve always done.

I peeked out of my periphery to see Sam leaning forward, watching the match with all the fascination of a child being brought to their first live sporting event. He didn’t expect me to win, and he didn’t seem to notice the memories that had grabbed hold of me for just a moment. No one seemed to see the falter of my paw in the dirt.

Good. I was getting better at fighting through it. The memories couldn’t hurt me anymore. They couldn’t.

I threw David off of me. He’d noticed the faltering and had taken advantage of it, throwing me down into the dirt and piling on top, trying to pin me. Not today, Shaw, I thought, not directing it down the mental link. Not yet.

I threw myself at him even harder. He could take it. He always had before.

He’d gone easy on Miguel. He’d gone easy on Mason. He hadn’t held back with Asher. He wasn’t holding back with me.

His claws nicked my shoulder. I snarled and lashed out in retaliation, my own claws barely managing not to scratch his chest due to how his thick fur was practically armored. Gabe was a powerhouse of an alpha when I was young. He’d taught me a lot. And David was a lot like his dad. I couldn’t tell David that the Gabe I remembered would be proud of him without David giving me hell for being sappy or whatever, but I was under that impression. David was just as much—if not more—of a powerhouse.

We kept fighting. I could tell we were both exhausted, but neither of us were willing to yield to the exhaustion—let alone each other.

Once or twice I caught Sam or David’s mate cringing from a particularly hard hit. I had never really had anyone come to pack Fight Night and be concerned about the hits I took. So my glimpses of his flinching kinda startled me. I didn’t know how to react.

I don’t know how long David and I went at it. His and Asher’s fight went past two or three minutes, and this must have had a similar run time.

“They really don’t know when to give up, do they?” I heard Christian whisper to Arden after I stood back up from David hurling me down. I shot him a quick glare and pounced on David again.

Time blurred. Hit, block, strike, dodge. I could ignore pain. I had ignored pain for most of my adulthood and adolescence. Physical, emotional—I’d always had a knack for ignoring it.

But David was still stronger than I was.

And there was one hit—that same headbutt to my chest he’d struck me with first—that I just couldn’t stand back up from after everything else I’d taken that night.

He didn’t have to pin me down, teeth at my throat, to get me to yield. I hit the dirt and was human again in half-a-second. “Yield,” I choked out, spitting blood into the dirt and panting hard.

David was back in human form in the blink of an eye, kneeling beside me. Instead of helping me stand, as he had with Asher, he pulled me up, cupped the back of my neck in his warm, scratched, callused hand and brought my forehead to touch his.

“You did well,” he said quietly. Emphatically. Tightening his grip on me. “I am so proud of you.”

Heat burned in my neck, chest, and ears. “Oh... shut up, Shaw,” I grumbled, unsure how to handle the praise.

I got to my feet and went back to Sam. I was bloody and sweaty, but I accepted the kiss he pressed to the side of my head gratefully. Solid, steady Sam. My Sam.

The rest of the night was congratulations for David, but quite a few of the pack members actually approached me to tell me that I’d impressed them.

I packed up my and Sam’s camp chairs and we left the clearing first. I was more exhausted than I was willing to let on, and I wanted to go home and get the blood off my face.

Sam, apparently, hadn’t realized I left while he mingled. Because he didn’t follow me.

When I made it down the hiking trail, I packed our stuff in the trunk of Sam’s car—I’d convinced him to bring the sedan, not the truck, for the sake of parking space—and boosted myself onto the hood of the car to wait for him, letting the cool night breeze brush over my sweat.

Fighting as a wolf built up a lot of heat in my coat, and it didn’t all dissipate immediately upon returning to human form. So the sweat and the breeze felt good. The warm blood, not so much.

I put my hands behind me on the hood and leaned back against them, tilting my head back and looking up at the stars. We were far enough outside Dahlia that a few more stars peeked through the light pollution. Not enough to be super noticeable, but if someone knew what to look for, it was visible.

—

Sam

“Darlin’?” Sam glanced around. He’d heard their footsteps retreating, but he’d expected them to come back eventually.

They still hadn’t.

His eyes landed on the place where they’d been sitting. The camping chairs they’d brought were gone. He took a deep breath, bid his goodbyes to David and the alpha’s mate, and trekked back down the hiking trail. He would have used his speed, but the loose gravel made him just cautious enough to choose not to.

When he made it back to the trailhead, he wove around the pack’s cars until he found his own sedan.

Sam froze.

His wolf was sitting on the hood of his car, lounging back on their hands, head back and eyes trained up at the stars.

Good Lord, they looked incredible. Muscles still flexed under bruised skin, sweat and blood glinting off the moonlight.

Sam felt his chest tighten as he stared at them. God, he wanted them. He’d found them wildly attractive from the moment they met—but that night, he hadn’t been in the friendliest of moods.

“You’re staring, cowboy,” they said.

Sam ignored the way his neck warmed up like a blush was starting to form and approached the rest of the way. He leaned against the grille of the sedan between his wolf’s knees. “Evenin’, darlin’,” he said quietly, leaning close.

They popped off their hands so instead of being braced back, they were instead bending toward him. “Evenin’,” they replied playfully.

“You... are a mess,” he said.

They laughed, throwing their head back. “Are you going to do something about it?” they teased.

Sam took their hand in his, setting his thumb over their knuckles. A small flood of healing magic flowed from him to them, closing up the skin of their knuckles. He kissed the spot where the scratches had been. They tilted their head just slightly to the side, a fond smile on their face.

He brushed a single stray strand of hair off their forehead and touched the wound on their hairline, healing it shut.

“You put up a good fight tonight, darlin’,” Sam said.

“Thanks, Sam.” They leaned forward and kissed him. He used the contact of their lips together to heal the split on their lower lip. He felt them chuckle and lean into the kiss more.

Sam let his hands roam over them, standing there between their legs, healing scrapes and bruises as he found them, barely taking his lips away from theirs.

He’d never meant to get addicted to a reckless shifter with no sense of self-preservation, but the pleasure and love they ignited in him was worth the addiction.

The feeling of their strong fingers digging into his back tore a quiet moan from his throat. “Stay the night at mine?” he asked as his hand slipped under the back of their tank top to a deeper scratch. He rested his palm over it and released a burst of healing magic, feeling the wound close beneath his touch. His kisses trailed down to their neck, then shoulder.

They moaned quietly. “Well, if you insist,” they whispered.

“I’m proud-a you, darlin’.” I love you was in every word he said, without needing to say those three.

“Thank you, Sam.” I love you too.

—

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aectpen · 7 months

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STRAWBERRY ✯ 𝙕𝙃𝘼𝙉𝙂 𝙃𝘼𝙊!

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synopsis: 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐥

pairing: Zhang Hao of ZB1 and fem!oc

status: ongoing

chapter 7: strawberry milk

rina stocked the fridge of the convenience store, looking back at the clock every 5 seconds. as if the hands would magically turn fast like they do on tv shows. but no, she had to work diligently as time moved as slow as humanly possible. that was until she heard the bell.

she jumped to her feet, rushing to greet him. well, it was the time he usually came. the slow hour.

"rina!" it was haemin. rina couldn't hide her disappointment as her shoulders immediately dropped. "well damn. i know i'm not jennie or anything, but show some excitement. i came to hang out with you."

"sorry, i just thought you were-"

"strawberry." haemin cut her off. "where has he been anyway. you haven't mentioned him for weeks."

"well, i mean i don't know. i don't even know him like that." rina went back to work. "just not that into him anymore i guess."

"i don't know who you're trying to fool, but it's not me." haemin walked in front of her. "are you seeing him?"

"if i was, i think i would've told you."

ring

"stay here." rina new exactly who had just walked through the door.

"rina, hi."

"shhh."

"what's wrong, why are we whispering." hao mocked her dire state.

"haemin, she's at the counter." rina grabbed his hand and pulled him into the back room.

"is there a customer?" haemin shouted from the counter.

"no, it was just a package!"

"oh, so i'm a package now?" hao laughed.

"shut up." she hit his arm. "you're not wearing a mask this time. are you asking to be found out?"

"well sorry, mom." he held his hands up. "i was just too lazy to put it on. it's not too busy around here anyway."

"now look where you are now."

"lesson learned."

"rina, where are you? can i eat this for free?" her voice growing closer, trying to show what she wanted to eat.

she pushed him down behind a box. "can i get a heads up before i'm dragged around like a rag doll. this seems to be a habit for you."

"was someone talking?" haemin said from the door.

"nah, i was just talking to myself about this uh.." she tried to look for an item "ramyeon. yeah its close to expiring."

"weird, but okay. i'm gonna eat these chips." haemin didn't ask any further questions.

rina looked down at hao, who was now sipping strawberry milk. "hey, you didn't pay for that."

"think of it as compensation for this."

she sat down next to him on the cold hard floor.

"you know its kinda funny that you're drinking strawberry milk."

"why?" hao raided his brow.

"this may sound creepy, but haemin and i call you strawberry. its like a secret code name."

"you guys must talk about me a lot. for me to have a code name and all." hao was amused by this. it made him satisfied that she was being more open.

"honestly, before i knew you were you i did just a little. now that i don't anymore she suspects something crazy."

"and what is that?"

"you're my secret boyfriend that i'm hiding from her." it pained rina to admit this to him. she looked away to avoid his smug smile.

"i mean that's not that far off. she'd make a good detective." he shrugged.

"did i miss a chapter? cause she seems quite off." she had no clue where his sudden directness had come from, but she can't deny that she likes it.

"is this what rejection feels like?" he gasped dramatically holding his chest.

"you see, it seems you skipped a couple crucial steps."

with him, it was so easy. it felt like she had known him forever. old rina would've been shaking with excitement, but this rina? she had gotten used to being this close to him. she became the one in control. well actually she's still working on that, but it's coming along.

"okay. rina i like you." he turned to her and held her hand. "more than just a friend."

"hao, i didn't peg you as the cheesy type." she scrunched up her face. "but i do like you too, more than just a friend."

he stared at her. you know, the stare. he began to lean in. cupping her cheeks, brushing his thumb over her bottom lip.

"rina, where did you go?" they both went wide eyed. she was most definitely looking around the stock room for her. she jumped up blocking hao from her view while he crawled to the other side of the boxes.

"what are you hiding, rina?" haemin could see through the ridiculous cover ups and her jumpy state.

"what are you talking about? i'm literally working."

"if you were working, you'd know that you're overtime. you never go overtime." her accusatory tone making rina more and more nervous.

why am i even hiding this from her again?

"i can't get carried away?"

haemin began looking around the stock room for evidence of what she was accusing her of hiding.

"you're crazy." rina tried to hide her panicked state with a chuckle.

while haemin looked on the other side of the back room, rina took hao behind a shelf.

"will you stop being crazy? i gotta lock up tonight."

"i'm 85% sure that you're hiding strawberry in here." she crossed her arms.

"come on, haemin. let's go. i seriously have to lock up." rina grew tired of her dramatic act quickly.

haemin accepted the defeat and gave up

but there was one minor mishap:

hao's phone rang from behind the shelf.

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Betty Weir

Chapter 3

Betty Weir and Erica Jones both got into the cheer team, and hang out at the mall together!

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Benny raises his hand in class.

"Yes, Benny?" The tired teacher sighs.

"Could I go to the bathroom?" he sheepishly asks, ignoring the question written on the board.

She sighs again, "Yes, yeah, just hurry up."

"Thanks." He picks up the flimsy boy hallpass and rushes out the door.

Did he really have to use the restroom? No, not at all. Benny had something much more important in mind.

He arrives at the gym doors, trying not to be spotted by the practicing class inside. The cheerleading team tryout results are posted on the board. His finger slowly moves down the page as he scans the list of names. Nice Erica got in As he gets closer and closer to the bottom of the list, his heart starts to sink.

Please. please please please please.

His finger stops at the final name, Betty Weir. He taps the page triumphantly, a huge smile spreading across her face.

She reads the last little blurb on the page: First Practice Today after school.

She steps away from the paper and fidgets the blue hallpass in her hands as she heads back to class.

Today's a new day.

As the class packs their things, ready for the school bell to ring, Ethan nudges Benny.

"Hey, wanna play Nights of Ninjitu Four at my place?"

"Oh, I'd love to. But…"

"I promise I won't kick your butt too hard this time, come on!" Ethan offers, "You can even ban my main."

"Oof, that does sound really nice, but I already have plans." Benny looks around the room, avoiding Ethan's gaze.

Thankfully, the school bell rings.

"Aww, okay. Well, feel free to stop by later, if you want!" Ethan shouts, adjusting his backpack and heading into the crowd.

"Later, E!" He waves, hoping Ethan will see his hand over the masses of students.

He joins in the crowd to wiggle his way to the bathroom. He doesn't bother being sneaky since no one is ever in here this late.

At least, that's what he thought. As he heads into a stall, he sees Rory fumbling out of another.

"Shit, shit, shit! I'm gonna miss the bus!" He hisses as he furiously scrubs his hands in the sink.

"Rory, you can fly."

"Yeah, but I like my bus driver!" He frowns, ripping the papertowel dispenser several times, before rushing into the hall.

Benny shakes his head and laughs to himself over the interaction as he changes.

As Betty enters the gymnasium, she sees small groups of cheerleaders sitting around in the bleachers, mingling while they wait for their first cheer practice to start. Erica is sitting off to the side lines of the groups, and waves down Betty as soon as she sees her.

"Ohmygod, holy shit!" Erica smiles, "I'm so glad you got in!"

"Me too! I can't believe it." Betty genuinely didn't use a single magic trick this time, it was all her. She couldn't wipe the smile off her face. "We'll get to cheer together!"

"Augh, you're too cute." Erica gushes. She stands up and starts stretching her legs.

"Sooo, have you been in any sports before this?"

"Cheerleading's a sport. Ha." Betty catches the looks around her and quiets up, "Ah, I mean, it's totally a sport! But anyway, um, not really. I'm just a home body. What about you?"

Betty starts to join in on Erica's stretch routine, putting her hands on her hips so she can stretch her back.

"Ah, yeah, cheer's my first sport too," Erica says, then she makes a little smirk, "You just seemed a bit like you would've been a soft ball player."

"Huh? How?" Benny shoots up.

"Never mind." she shakes her head and looks over to their new coach.

"Congratulation ladies, every single one of you got in." the coach announces, "Pat yourself on the back."

Betty twists her arms behind her to reach her back, and Erica stops her.

"And now, I want you to all change, and do a lap around the track in the field."

The team groans.

"Told ya we'd need to stretch." Erica smiles to Betty.

"Uhuh. Well, I'm gonna head outside to start on that track, or do you want me to, uh, wait?"

"No, go ahead. I'll be right out."

Erica follows the rest of the girls into the changing room and leads herself far back into the curtains, before speeding out of the gym with vampiric super speed. Betty feels a gust of wind hit her skin as Erica stops right next to her.

"AHH!!" Betty jumps, but relaxes when she turns around to see Erica, "Oh. Hey, Erica. That was quick."

"Thank you."

They both wait for the coach to open the fenced gate to the field before starting into a light jog next to each other.

"So, what do you think about the running?"

"OOuuhgh." groans Betty.

"You know, if track gives you trouble, I know how to cheat it."

"Wait, really?" Betty says between gasps, "That'd be awesome!"

"Alright. But not now."

"Wha-" she pants, "Why?"

"Because Ms. Malanchie is staring right at us." Erica says, jogging slightly faster. "Next time."

"Ahh! Wait up!" Betty quickly follows behind her.

The group of girls slowly gather in a circle at the end after finishing their lap. Some girls continue stretching while others go on their phone.

Erica, remembering something, pipes up, "Oh, hey! Do you have any socials?"

"Oh, what do you mean?"

"Hello? It's the twenty-tens!" she laughs, "MySpace, Facebook, Twitter, Insta, Tumblr? Doesn't that ring a bell?"

"Yeah," Betty scratches her neck, "But I don't have anything like that. Um, you know how homeschooling is."

"Yea, I guess you'd only be friends with, like, your Grandma and your neighbors or something, haha."

"Yeah haha, totally only for losers."

Meanwhile, on Benny's desktop computer at home, it displays his Myspace profile and his only friends: Ethan, Rory, and Grandma.

"Wellll, now you have me!" Erica nudges, "And I'd totally give you a shoutout! You'll get tons of friends!"

"Awe, who would even wanna follow me?" Betty twirls her hair.

"Come on! Your a hot cheerleader that's single." Erica raises her brow a bit, hoping for a reaction.

"God, how can you tell I'm single? Am I just that bitchless?"

Erica laughs.

"Well, I think with some luck, you wouldn't be."

The coach blares her whistle.

"Alright, girls! Let's go over the basic routine."

As they get dismissed from practice, the herd of cheerleaders head to the locker room.

"So, Betty…" Erica says as she puts on a black leather jacket, "Would you maybe wanna head to the mall?"

Betty grips her messenger bag tighter. Part of her wonders if this is supposed to be a date, but come on. This is probably just like, a normal girl thing.

"Uhm… I guess so."

"Ooh, great! I've been wanting to go with someone!" Erica cheers.

Betty relaxes. Nothing to worry about. This is totally just a Normal Girl Thing.

"Yeah, for sure."

Erica and Betty arrive at the Whitechapel mall.

"Okay, so, uhm, where do you wanna go first?" Erica asks walking in.

They walk past a couple of stores with displays of mannequins in form-fitting clothes. Betty feels a shiver run down her spine.

"Uhh, anything besides clothing stores."

"Awe, why?" Erica asks.

"I just find it all very," she gulps, "boring?"

"Alright, for sure. Hmm." Erica eyes the black store blasting out shitty emo music, "How about Hot Topic?"

"Uh, I don't think I've ever been there before."

"OMG, it's gonna rock your preppy little world." she says entering, proudly standing in front of a display of anime tshirts, "Okay, well, don't mind these."

She leads Betty towards the back, into the corner where the large display of band tees are.

"OMG they got so many Single Tear Tshirts!!" She squeals digging into a pile of graphic band tees, "Have you heard of them?"

"Uh… nope."

"No way…" Erica couldn't believe it, "I'll have to play you some of their song some time then, for now, help me find some shirts."

Betty helps Erica dig through the piles of folded shirts to find every Single Tear design they could.

"Hmm. Do you think I'd look better in the red, or black?"

She holds each Single Tear tee with just a differently colored background to her chest.

"Hmm… red." Betty answers.

"Ooh, cool. I've always felt like it was my color. And it's by one get one free, so let me know if you find something you like."

Betty and Erica slowly walk around the small store, looking up and down the rows of shelves. Betty finds a small minecraft creeper charm hanging off a necklace.

"Whoa. Wait, look at this." Betty points.

"A minecraft necklace?"

"Hey, it's cute, okay?" Betty looks over at her with pleading puppy eyes. "Pleasseee."

"Ack, okay weirdo. It's free anyways."

Walking over to the till, Betty peeks at the the expensive candy options.

"Just these, please." Erica says to the person working at the counter.

"Alright… 23.14, please." the bored, emo cashier says.

Erica hands over her plastic card, "And yes, I do have a phone number."

Betty looks over at the piles of pins and shoves her hands in it. It felt nice.

"Alright lets go." Erica says, with a Hot Topic bag in her hand. Betty takes her hands out of the pin pile and follows behind her.

They walk past the Gap and Gamestop, the two G's Betty remembers going to all the time with her grandma. She feels like such a dork.

"Could we grab something to eat?"

"Yeah, we can head by the food court." Erica shrugs.

They enter the modest food court, five chain restaurants meet them on each side.

"How about Pizza Hut?" Suggest Betty.

"Nah, I'm good." Erica says, still looking at her options. "I think I'll get taco bell."

"Oh, wait! Taco Bell also sounds good!" Betty mentally slaps herself. Pizza hut? What was she thinking? That was such a Benny thing to say. They wait in the short line together.

"So, what do you want? I'll pay." Erica asks.

"Aww, thanks. You don't have to."

"No, no. Don't worry about it," Erica bumps her, "If I can't get you some clothes I can at least get you something to eat."

Betty looks down at her frumpy shoes to hide her blush. I really should get a nicer pair.

"Hello, welcome to Taco Bell. How can I help you?" The employee asks.

"Yeah, I'll have a beefy burrito and…" Erica trails off and looks at Betty.

"…And a number 1 combo with… a Baha Blast, please." Betty adds.

"Anything else?"

Erica looks over to Betty again, who quickly shakes her head no.

"Nah. We're good."

"8.50."

Erica digs though her bag and pulls out a small black wallet with silver details.

She hands over a crisp 10 dollar bill.

"Keep the change."

They shuffle out of the line for the next customers and wait on the side for their order.

"Cheerleading really worked up your appetite, ay?" Erica grins.

"Ah, I guess so. Was it too much?"

"Nah, not at all," Erica nudges, "Nothing wrong with having an appetite."

"Ah, thanks." Betty responds. She looks down at herself. It feels so odd being in public like this. Even if its behind a wig and preppy clothes, she wasn't sure how she felt about being seen by so many people.

"Food's ready," Erica snaps her out of her thoughts, "I'll get it. Wanna seat?"

"Yeah, thanks." she replies, rubbing her cold arms nervously as she sat down. It feels weird not being in at least a T-shirt.

"Of course! Now eat up, I wanna hit up at least one more store before they close."

As Betty unwraps her first taco Erica snaps a pic with flash.

"Augh jeez what was that for?" Betty says flinching and wiping her eyes.

"Your new Instagram obviously."

"When did I sign up for that?"

"Now" Erica says with a toothy smile. "Pull out your phone."

"Can I just eat?" Betty says, with the uneaten taco in hand.

"Yeah yeah go ahead I got it." Erica says grabbing Betty's phone to go on the Istore.

After a minute or two of downloading Erica pipes up "What do you want your handle to be?"

"Like. Username?" Betty questions.

"Yea." Erica says pushing the register screen towards Betty.

"Hmm how about uh. Betty Cheer?" She shrugs.

"Lame, you sound like a bot." she says punching it in. "Taken."

"Uhhh, Betty Ultimate Cheer?"

Erica quickly taps in the new, even lamer, username. "Not taken, cool."

"Nice." Betty says in between bites.

"Alright well I'll let you customize your profile how u want but," She says giving back Betty's phone and quickly typing on her own phone. "I'm shouting you out rn."

"Mrmr, can I see what it is before you send it?"

"Of courseee." Erica finishes up and holds her phone in front of Betty's face.

A picture of a shocked Betty holding a taco in one hand with the caption:

Check out the newest cheerleader on the Whitechaple cheer team @Betty_Ultimate_Cheer!! #Cheer #Cheerleader #NewBestie #GalPals #MallPic #Friends

"Can I post this?" She pleads to Betty.

"Augh alright sure whatever," She takes a sip from her large soda, cleaning up her area. "Only cuz' you bought me food."

As the girls throw away their trash, they stumble upon a DVD store.

"Hey Betty, wanna look inside?"

"Oh, sure!" she replies, eyeing The Dark Night Rises poster excitedly, "Are there any movies you're excited for?"

"OMG, I don't know if you're a Dusker, but I cannot wait for the fourth movie to come out on DVD!!"

"Wasn't that a total bomb at the box office?" Betty jokes.

"Ugh yeah It was," Erica shakes her head, "But some people just don't have any taste."

Betty scoffs. The two carefully look up and down the rows of DVDs available to rent.

"Ohmygod, haha! Erica, look!" Betty pulls Erica to the side. "But I'm A Cheerleader, just like us!"

Erica quickly grows flustered, she tucks some hair behind her ear.

"…Really?" she smiles.

"Yeah! I mean, we're both cheerleaders, right?" she says, not really getting it.

"Have you not seen But I'm A Cheerleader before?" Erica asks.

"No?" Betty raises an eyebrow, "Should I?"

Erica plucks the DVD out of her hands and brings it straight to the counter.

"I'd like to rent this DVD please."

"How long?"

"Just the weekend would be great."

"Aw, thanks Erica," Betty twist her hair, "I can't wait to watch it."

"That's great! Would you wanna watch it at my place, then?"

Bettys eyes grow wide, shocked.

"Um. Uh, today?"

"I mean, if you want to," Erica smiles at Betty while she hands the clerk her credit card, "But we have all weekend."

"Ah, okay. Awesome."

"Does tomorrow sound better?"

The clerk rolls their eyes at the cheerleaders interactions, and hands Erica her receipt.

"Yes!" Betty sighs with relief, "I mean, I just got out of cheer and I'd like to change and shower first, haha. You get it."

"Of course you do." Erica grabs the DVD from the counter and yawns.

"Oh man, are you getting sleepy? Because I sure am, haha. Wanna head home?"

"Mine, or yours?" she smirks.

"Um, our own houses." she bites on her thumb.

"Alright, alright. I got you, I'll call a cab."

They quickly walk though a JCPenny, past the perfumes, bed displays and poorly made clothes and exit the mall.

Erica leans on the side of the store wall and audible dialing noises are heard.

"Thanks Erica." Betty peeps, twiddling with her thumbs, a bit to anxious to read the miss messages she has on her phone.

Betty is reminded of the minecraft merch she got, "Could I get my necklace?"

"Hi, I'm at the Whitechaple mall," Erica pulls her phone away from her ear, "Yeah here just take the bag."

"Sorry about that, we're just out of JCPenny's. Uh huh, yeah thank you." Erica stuffs her phone away in her jacket "It'll be a few minutes."

Erica catches Betty struggling to clip the small C clasp behind her neck.

"Here I got it." Erica offers.

"Oh, haha thanks." Betty hands over the creeper necklace.

Erica places the charm in front of betty and pulls back the metal chains around her neck, carefully pulling her hair to each side and clipping the clasp behind her.

"There you go." Erica smiles, putting Betty's hair back into place.

"Wow thank you," she beams, "How do I look?"

"Amazing."

A bright yellow taxicab pulls up next to the girls.

"Thank you Erica, for everything… This was really fun."

"It's no problem, softy. Just text me when you get home alright?"

"For sure," Betty says, scooting up to the cab driver. "So my house is at…"

Erica closes the door for her, and waves as the car drives off.

<hr>

Betty arrives home and quickly heads to the back door. Grandma should be asleep by this time but she didn't wanna take any chances. She tip toes though the kitchen and into the first story bathroom to change.

Back to plain old Benny.

Before he stuffs the wig in his bag, he takes out his neon green phone.

Missed Calls from: Grandma(4), Ethan(1)

Two New Messages from: Erica_Jonez, Xx_RORY_VMPR_xX

Woah woah woah, wait Rory?

Benny stops in his tracks and tries to read the previews.

Hey Betty! I cannot blive ur- Wanna meet u-

She hessitates to open them, instead clicking on Erica's.

Had a blast w/ you today, hope your not dead lol.

Betty shakily responds "I'm not dead but I feel like im about 2 be."

#mbav #my babysitter's a vampire #fanfics #gifs #betty weir #BWF #fanfiction #benny weir #erica jones

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Stood Up. Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader. *FLUFF*

(Not my gif)

Summary: Steve takes his childhood best friend out on a date after she gets stood up. He quickly realizes that he has feelings for her.

TW: Swearing. Brief mention of throwing up (reader doesn’t actually throw up). Suggestive jokes. Getting stood up. Talk about a shitty home life.

Word Count: 2.8k

A.N: Childhood best friends to lovers is so cute 🥹 also I did base part of this on the Friends episode where Rachel and Joey go on a date and show off their first date moves.

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She had been single for almost as long as her best friend Steve.

Robin had a bet with herself on who out of the 3 of them would get a significant other first, and honestly, Robin put money on herself.

She had gone through a “totally tragic” breakup with Antonio Lawrence her senior year after he cheated on her with Brooke Neilson.

Steve walked in on them going at it in the bathroom of a house party, grabbed Antonio by the shirt he was still wearing, “like a dork” (Steve’s words), pulled him off of Brooke and beat the shit out of him, pants around his ankles and all.

3 whole years being single, and every date she has been on were duds. So within the last 6 months, she gave up, swearing up and down she was just going to become a nun since ever other man in Hawkins was awful.

But Steve was on a mission.

There was a guy that had been coming into Family Video almost 3 times a week that was always looking and asking for her. He had rented every single movie they had to offer, Steve swore up and down. And the times that she did check him out, she was completely oblivious to the fact that he was flirting with her.

She was out on the floor, helping Robin clean the shelves and restock while Steve was working his magic on a cute brunette with big hair, when he walked in.

Steve stopped listening to the girl as soon as he walked in, completely dumping the conversation, quickly running out from behind the counter. “Hey! You need help?”

The guy widens his eyes at Steve, taken aback by him popping up out of no where. “Uh, I was wondering if that cute girl was working here? The one that always has her hair pulled back in a ponytail. Cute smile.”

“Yeah, I know who you’re talking about. You into her?” Steve asks, leaning up against the counter, his arms folded over his chest.

The guy laughs, rubbing the back of his neck. “Uh, yeah. Is she around?”

“Let me see. Hold tight.” Steve runs off, going behind the shelf her and Robin were behind.

“What is happening?” She furrows her eyebrows in concern, trying to cower behind Robin.

“That guy, the one that I always say flirts with you, is here for you.”

She rolls her eyes, sighing heavily and dramatically. “Steve, I’m not in the mood for this.”

“Oh, come on! He asked for you! He said, and I quote, ‘cute smile’. He’s totally into you!.”

Robin peeks over the shelf at the guy standing at the counter, his hands in his pockets. “I mean, he’s not the worst looking man on earth.”

“Robin! You’re supposed to be on my side.” She whines.

“Normally, I would! But you need to go on a date. It’s been way too long now.”

She peeks around the shelf to look at the guy standing there. Just as she was about to retreat, she stumbles forward, Steve’s hands push her forward. “You fucker.” She mouths, furrowing her brows at him again and flipping him the bird.

She sighs before walking toward the guy, a nervous smile on her face. “Hi, my coworker said you were looking for me?”

He was tall, hazel eyes with long, dark lashes, soft olive skin with cute little freckles on his cheeks.

“Yeah, I just… well first, I never really introduced myself, my name is Mark. I’ve been wanting to ask you for a while, but I’ve been nervous because you’re really pretty.” He laughs nervously. “But, I wanted to know if maybe I could take you on a date. Or some coffee, just something?”

She felt her cheeks get red, not feeling butterflies in her stomach for someone in a while. “Yeah I would love to. Are you free tomorrow night, maybe for dinner?”

“Yeah, okay!” He smiles.

She reaches over the counter for a piece of paper and a pen. “Here’s my number. Call me tonight and we can talk about where and what time.”

“Yeah, yeah I’ll call you. I’ll see you later.” He smiles, walking out of the store.

Steve whoops from the back of the store, both him and Robin emerging from the back of the store.

“You, fucking Harrington.” She curses, throwing the pen in her hand at him.

“What?! I was just playing Cupid!” He says, throwing his hands up in defense.

“Come here, let me push you out the door.” She threatens, taking off to chase him around the store.

***

Steve was nice enough to drive her to her date since her brother needed the car they shared. And part of him wanted to make sure she didn’t back down from the date last minute.

“I feel like I wanna puke.”

“Not in my car you’re not.” Steve says, mostly joking. “You’re just nervous. After you guys start talking, get past the small talk you’ll be fine.”

She sighs, taking the end of her hair and wrapping it around her finger nervously.

“What’s the worst that can happen? The date flops and you guys don’t go out again. He has to go to a different video store.” Steve shrugs, taking the turn into the lot of the restaurant they were meeting at.

She stays silent, staring out the window as Steve parks, giant bubbles in her stomach.

Steve looks over at her, turning the car off. “Hey, look at me.”

She looks over at Steve with a questionable look on her face.

“You look really pretty, this guy would be a total idiot to not think you’re a catch. Looks aside, you’re such a sweet person, funny, caring. You’re a catch.”

“Look at you being sappy. I guess I should say thanks for forcing me to go on this date.”

“You’ll have fun! I promise.”

She nods her head and opens the car door, grabbing her purse.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” He calls out to her as she walks away toward the restaurant.

“Oh, so you’re telling me to get laid on the first date then.”

***

She was at least 15 minutes early, she didn’t mind grabbing a table and waiting.

But waiting those 15 minutes turned into waiting over an hour past the time they had set.

The restaurant was busy for a Saturday night, so she looked around at the tables around her that sat other couples, eating and drinking together; laughing and talking.

She sighed, coming to terms that she officially got stood up. With as many dates as she had been in, she had never been stood up. And it really hurt.

This was the fifth time the waiter had stopped by the table and asked if the other half of the party was coming, her answer finally changing from “they’ll be here soon”, to “no, I’m sorry they aren’t coming.”

Once she said that, the waiter gave her a sympathetic look and just walked away. The more she thought about it, the tighter the lump in her throat felt, and there was no way she was about to cry in the middle of a restaurant.

With a sigh, she left enough money to cover the few sodas she had while waiting, and a tip for the waiter, walking up to the hostess and asking to use the phone to call Steve, hoping he would pick her up.

“Hello?”

“Steve, it’s me. Can you come pick me up?”

“Uh yeah. It’s already over? It’s only been abn hour.”

“Yeah well, he never showed up so I got tired of sitting here waiting.” Her tone was bitter as she explained herself.

Steve sighs on the other end. “I’m on my way now. I'll probably be there in less than 10minutes .”

“Thanks, Steve.” She hangs the phone up, heading outside to sit on the bench outside of the restaurant.

Either Steve was speeding, or 10 minutes passed by quick, but his car pulled into a parking spot before she knew it.

She started to walk to his car but noticed him getting out of the driver's side and meeting up with her. “Hey.” She says with a lackluster look on her face. “Thanks for coming to get me.”

“No problem. Hey, uh why don’t we go back inside.” Steve says with a soft smile.

“What?” She almost laughs.

Steve drapes his arm around her shoulder, something that wasn’t foreign to them. “You were promised a date tonight, you should still go on a date.”

She was beyond confused at where he was going with this. “Go on a date with who?”

“Me, you dork.”

She stops dead in her tracks, smiling at Steve in disbelief. “I’m going on a date with Steve Harrington?”

“How is this any different than us going out to eat like we have 100 times before?”

“Because we never called it a date. You called it a date.”

Steve stuffs his hands in his pockets and shrugs his shoulders. “Didn’t our mom’s always say that we were going to end up together anyway? Let’s humor them by going on a date.”

Her cheeks went hot at the fact that after being friends with Steve for 20 years, they were going on a date.

***

“So, since we’re on a date, what are Steve Harrington‘s first date moves?” She jokes, but is also serious at the same time.

“My first date moves? Like what do you mean? How do I put the moves on a girl I’m on a date with?”

“Yeah! I want to know how Mr. King of Hawkins treats a girl he’s on a date with.”

Steve smiles and clears his throat. “Okay. Well let me start by saying that you are really pretty, I really don’t know how I got so lucky to be able to go on a date with you.”

She can’t help but snort out a laugh, covering her mouth with her hand. “I’m sorry. It was really sweet, but something about you complimenting me is so funny.”

Steve rolls his eyes jokingly, throwing the wrapper covering the straw at her. “I compliment you!”

“Steve, you saying ‘oh, you put makeup on, you don’t look like a total zombie today’ isn’t a compliment.”

“Alright Cupid, what are your moves then since mine makes you laugh.”

She smiles and puts her hand out, asking for his.

Steve raises a skeptical eyebrow at her then looks back at her hand.

“Oh come on Steve, I haven’t bitten you since I was 2.”

Steve places his hand in hers, both of their hands resting on the table. “That’s a lie. You bit me last week when I wouldn’t give you the tv remote.”

“So where did you grow up?”

“What? You know where I grew up, dingus. We’ve lived less than 2 minutes away from each other our whole lives.”

She rolls her eyes, sighing heavily. “Humor me, hair boy.”

“Hawkins, born and raised.”

“And are you close with your parents?”

Steve sighs heavily, shaking his head. “Not really. My mom tries, but her trying isn’t really… trying. And my dad, well.” He laughs.

She looks at him, really listening to his words.

“He’s a grade a-asshole. I’m almost sure he’s a serial cheater, he wants me to be a mini him but that’s just not me. I mean, I can’t see myself, 20 years from now, working for my dad still.”

“I know it has to be hard trying to not live in your dad’s shadow.” She takes her nails and runs them up and down his forearm.

“It is. I know this sounds dumb, but I feel like if I follow in his footsteps, somehow my life is going to be just like his. Stuck in a loveless marriage, acting like my kid is a giant screw up.”

“You’re not a screw up Steve. You might have been kind of a dick a few years ago but you changed so much. You’re the best person I know. Look at what you did for me tonight just so I wouldn’t be upset.”

Steve smiles at her, taking his bottom lip between his teeth. “You know, I thought your move was going to be stupid, but it’s actually really good.”

She can’t help but laugh, rubbing his arm a few more times before she lets him go. “I’m going to use the restroom before our food comes.” She gets up and drags her nails lightly across Steve’s back as she passes him.

Steve, for the first time, watches as his childhood best friend walks away, checking her out like he would any other girl he was on a date with. It’s not until she is out of his view that he realizes this was part of her move, and it was working. He actually started to feel something more than just friendship with her.

***

“You wanna come in? My mom would be happy to see you. She misses you like you’re one of her own kids.” She says as her and Steve sit on the railing of the porch, Steve’s arm wrapping around her shoulder.

“Well, before I say yes, I need to know what the end of the night move is for you.”

She laughs loudly, shaking her head. “You don’t wanna know, Harrington.”

“That scandalous huh?”

“No! It’s just… usually I hint that I’m okay with an end of the night kiss.” She shrugs her shoulders.

“And how do you do that?”

She narrows her eyes at him skeptically, not sure why he was so hell bent on her exposing her “secret”. “Well usually afterwards I like to leave soft lingering touches to his arm, and his hand, especially if he were holding hands. And then when we’re kinda just here together like this I look at his mouth, waiting for him to realize.”

She found herself staring at Steve’s mouth, just like she had started at any other guy she went on a date with. She quickly looks up at his big brown eyes, noticing he was looking at her mouth too. “Steve…” She whispers, touching his hand with her pinky.

“If you don’t want to, just say the words.”

She shakes her head quickly, bringing her face closer to his.

A million butterflies flood her stomach as her and Steve’s lips find each other, pressing together.

Steve’s hand finds her face, taking it and cupping her cheek in his palm. He gives her slow, tender kisses, afraid if he kissed her how he really wanted to, that it would scare her off.

Even when he and Nancy were together, their kisses were never this electrifying and, for lack of better words; perfect.

She was the first to pull back, needing to come up for air. She brings her hand up to the middle of his chest, taking it all in. “Oh.” She laughs.

“Yeah.” Steve laughs. “W-was it bad? Should I not have done that?”

“No! Wait, not no! I mean, no it wasn’t bad, it’s okay you did it.” She rattles off like a machine gun. “You just made me nervous, sorry.” She laughs. “Did we really just kiss?”

“Yeah. And I actually really liked kissing you.”

“I did too.” She smiles, her face getting hot at the admission. “So, what does this mean?” She asks.

“Well let’s think about it. I’ve known you your whole life, the longest we have ever not been around each other was what, 2 weeks when I had the chicken pox when I was 6. I feel like maybe the reason we’ve been so unlucky in love is because we never thought of us being an option.”

“So you’re saying that my move on you worked?” She laughs.

“Yeah, I guess I am. I want to give this a shot. I feel like we’re really good together. And now, I don’t know, the idea of going on dates with other girls doesn’t sound the same to me anymore. I feel like…”

“You’re it for me?”

Steve nods his head in agreement. “Is that scary to say?”

“No. Because I can be myself around you, you’ve seen me through every ugly, bitchy, scary stage in my life and you still chose to be here. My mom always said we act like an old married couple. It couldn’t hurt to give this a try.”

Steve smiles ear to ear, brushing her hair back behind her shoulder. “Good. Because I don’t think I could handle seeing you with someone else after tonight.” He says softly, pressing another kiss to her lips.

“I don’t want anyone else after tonight.” She responds, resting her forehead on his.

As Steve hugs her tight, she lets out a laugh at the thought inside her head.

“You know Robin is going to lose her shit when we tell her we’re dating, right?” She says, picking her head up to look at Steve’s reaction.

He stares into space before looking back at her. “You put the moves on me first, you have to tell her. I’ll tell your mom.” Steve says, getting up from his spot to run into her house to find her mom first.

“Bull shit, Harrington! You asked me on the date!” She yells back, running in after him.

#Steve Harrington #Steve Harrington fic #Steve Harrington one shot #Steve Harrington fluff #Steve Harrington x fem! reader #Steve Harrington x reader

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