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janeyseymour · 2 months

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Dancing On My Own (Tiesto Remix)- pt 2

After some pushback from the first, I knew I had to write a second part, and quick. this should placate most of you.

Summary: the aftermath.

Part 1.

WC: 2.25k

tags: @lakita-fisher @weeeeeeeeee3 @lilsmeaux @@morgana-larkin

You somehow make it home unscathed- you could barely see as you drove through your tears, your breakup playlist on full blast. You guess you’re officially done. With Melissa already having a new woman, you wonder just how much you ever even meant to her.

As soon as you’re pulling into your spot, the waterworks hit in full- as if they weren’t already. You rip off the jersey and hat that you wore out, not caring where they land as you throw them into your front room. You had bought a bottle of wine to share with the redhead that you fell madly in love with to celebrate getting back together, and hopefully a big win, but now that seems wrong to drink on your own. You reach for the vodka instead.

You don’t show to school the next day, calling out claiming that you’re sick. And you are. Your heart hurts more than you ever thought possible, and your hangover is killer. You spend the morning laying in bed, eyes rimmed red. The redness won’t be going away any time soon.

Melissa saunters into the school, happy that she hasn’t seen your car in the parking lot, and doing a little dance because her team won. She’s also quite happy that she was able to rebound with last night- even if she didn’t particularly enjoy the woman that she spent her time with. She much rather would’ve spent time with you, but… you were… are a Cowboys fan.

“Someone’s happy,” Barbara chuckles. She thinks she knows why. “Did you have a good night at the game?”

“I did!” Melissa grins. “I took this girl I met at the bar, and-”

The kindergarten teacher’s face drops. “What?”

“I wasn’t going to let the ticket I had for Y/N go to waste,” the redhead shrugs. “So I asked Lena if she wanted to go with me to heckle the Cowgirls fans.”

“Oh no,” Barbara whispers. “Oh, no. no. no.”

“What? I figured after Y/N and I, I should get myself back out there.”

“No,” Barbara states again with fire. “Oh good god.”

“What?! What, Barb?”

“I- I have to go make a call,” the kindergarten teacher grabs her coffee mug and heads out quickly. She closes her classroom door as she dials your number.

Your phone starts ringing far too loudly, and you groan. You glance at it and see Barbara’s contact picture light up.

“Hello?” you groan into the phone, just barely sitting up. Your voice is rough, both from the tears and the fact that you haven’t spoken since last night.

“Sweetheart,” your coworker whispers to you. “Where are you? Are you okay?”

“Home,” you grumble. “Sick.”

The kindergarten teacher frowns. “Sick? Lovesick?”

“Heartbroken,” you whisper, voice cracking slightly. “She was there with someone else. You knew, didn’t you?”

“Y/N, dear,” Barb sighs quietly. “If I had known that she was talking to someone else, I never would’ve told you to go for it. In fact, when she came in dancing today I thought it was because the two of you got back together.”

“Nope,” you pop the ‘p’. “She had her tongue down someone else’s throat.”

“Honey, I am so sorry,” the woman tells you softly.

“I’m not mad at you,” you tell her genuinely. “You didn’t do anything wrong but try to help me.”

“Can I do anything else for you?” Barbara asks.

You sigh. “Just… when I come back to work tomorrow, pretend I was sick? I don’t feel like having Janine jump down my throat.”

“I can do that,” the kindergarten teacher says softly. “And please know that even though the two of you aren’t involved anymore, we are all still on your side. You’re still a part of our-”

“It’s okay,” you sigh sadly. “I know that you’re all Melissa’s friends, and I don’t want to put any of you in an awkward position having to pick sides. She’s been here longer; it’s all hers.”

“Sweetheart,” Barbara breathes.

“It’s okay. I’ll be okay, Barb. Thank you for trying to help me,” you mumble before hanging up.

By the time you hang up with her, the students will begin trickling in, so Barbara doesn’t have time to go speak with Melissa about the situation at hand.

But at lunch, Barbara simply grabs her lunch and picks up the redhead’s that is already out on the table.

“Barb,” Melissa gasps.

“My room. Now,” is all the kindergarten teacher has to say to get her friend to follow her out of the staff room and down the hall, head hung like a child being escorted to the principal’s office.

When they get there, Barbara sets down their lunches at her desk and pulls a chair up for Melissa.

“Barb, c’mon,” your… ex-girlfriend groans. “What gives?”

“What the hell were you doing out with another woman?”

The second grade teacher immediately gets defensive. “Y/N and I-”

“Y/N went to the game last night… dressed in Eagles gear and ready to cheer for your team because she loves you,” the older teacher says sternly. “And you threw it in her face that you were done with her and already moved on.”

“She- what?”

“She spent close to a thousand dollars on sports gear last week to try to win you back. She wore Phillies gear, she wore Flyers apparel, she wore a Sixers sweatshirt, she even wore a jersey from the Union, and on Friday, she wore Kelly green to show you that she’s in Philly now.”

“Didn’t show up in a Hurts or Kelce jersey though,” Melissa rolls her eyes.

“Because she was saving that for last night when she was going to win you back with the ticket that she managed to get next to you!”

Melissa’s face drops. “She- fuck.”

“She’s not sick. She’s heartbroken right now.”

The redhead bites her lip. “I fucked up takin’ Lena, didn’t I?”

Barbara nods. “She was crying when I called, and she told me she was heartbroken to see you with some other girl’s tongue down your throat.”

“Fuck.”

“Yeah,” the kindergarten teacher nods. “That word.”

Melissa breathes out heavily. “Do you…” she shakes her head. “She’s still a Cowboys fan.”

“Melissa Ann, you love her. She loves you. She’s perfect aside from that one fact, and when she tried explaining herself to you at school, you wouldn’t let her get a word out. Hear her out, and even then… if she does love the Cowboys, are you really going to let something as trivial as a sports team rivalry come between you and the one person that you love?”

“I…” the redhead bites her lip. “Do you think I have a chance at winning her back?”

At that, the kindergarten teacher shrugs. “You’ll never know if you don’t try… although, I would end things with this new woman you were making out with last night.”

The end of the day could not come sooner for the second grade teacher. She’s debated texting you or calling you, but she feels this is something that she has to do in person.

So as soon as she’s finished for the day, she runs out. She leaves her lunch bag in the staff room, doesn’t wait for her work wife; she just books it. She’s tearing out of the school parking lot in the direction of your apartment complex.

The entire drive over, she’s preparing what she’s going to say to you, but once she’s standing on the door mat that you have sitting outside your front door, it all leaves her brain. She knocks a few times before stepping back.

Who the hell is at your door? Could it be Barbara checking on you? Or maybe she said something to Janine or Jacob, and they’re here to make sure that you’re okay? With a groan, you sit up and stand from the couch. You’ve been sitting there for so long wallowing in your self pity that you leave an indent in the cushions. You check the peephole, and… why is Melissa standing at your door?

You open the door, not caring how you look right now.

The sight of you hurts her heart. Your hair is messily tied up, you haven’t changed out of your pajamas, your eyes are still rimmed red… you just look so heartbroken right now.

“What? Come to yell at me some more?” you try sound angry, but it just comes out pathetic.

“No,” she says softly. “Hun, I’m-”

“Here to break up with me?” you sigh. “You made it pretty clear we were done.”

“Can I come in?” she asks quietly. The woman sounds so unlike herself.

You shrug and leave the door open as you walk away. She follows you in. “I’m here to say I’m sorry.”

“It’s whatever,” you sigh as you curl back into your mountain of blankets. “I’ll be fine. I’ll be civil the rest of the school year, I’ll leave you and your friends alone, and then I’ll find another school in the area to work at.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“Well, it’s a little hard to work with your ex-girlfriend,” you sigh. “Now, if you wouldn’t mind seeing yourself out.”

“Y/N,” Melissa says so softly, and she has her eyes trained on you. They’re filled with sadness. “I don’t want to break up.”

“I thought we already did,” you spit out. “And if we didn’t, I know you had your tongue down another woman’s throat last night anyway, so if you don’t break up with me, I’ll do it for you. Then you can make me the bad guy when you-”

“Barb told me what you were trying to do,” the redhead admits softly.

“If you would’ve just listened to me, you would know that I didn’t necessarily have a choice in who I rooted for when it came to football. My father, who is my idol and best friend so don’t you dare say a single bad thing about him, loves the Cowboys. He insisted on buying me the Prescott jersey despite the fact that I didn’t want him spending that money on me to begin with.”

“I should’ve known with you growing up near Dallas,” she sighs.

“But I’m here now,” you continue. “And once I talked to him and he told me that if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em. So I did. I bought all of this Philly stuff, bought a ticket to the game and showed up in a hat and Hurts jersey, only to see you with someone else. So… it’ doesn’t matter.”

“Hun, I never wanted her.”

“Well, you got her.”

“The whole time, I was wishing it was you.”

You rub your temples.

“Barb told me she helped you,” the second grade teacher admits. “If I had known… I would’ve been-”

“Any time they brought me up, you shut them down,” you fire out. “You wouldn’t let me speak to you at all.”

“You avoided me too!”

“I was trying to give you space, and when I did try to talk to you, you shut me down and told me you weren’t going to date a Cowgirl.”

“How can I fix this?” Melissa asks as she comes to sit down next to you. “I’ll do- I’ll do anything.”

“I thought you weren’t going to date a Cowgirl,” you taunt her. “And you have your new girl now.”

“She isn’t my girl,” the redhead tells you sternly. “You’re my girl. She’s some random girl I picked up at a bar while I was trying to distract myself from missing you. The whole time I was with her, I wished it was you- I didn’t even sleep with her. She was throwing herself at me, but I couldn’t.”

“So what are you saying?”

“And then today when you didn’t show up to school, Barbara told me what you did and how she helped you… she talked some sense into me; asked me if I was really going to let a stupid sports rivalry get in the way of loving the one person I truly adore. The answer is no. I was… an idiot. An absolute idiot.”

“Yeah,” you snort. “You were.”

“So… I’m here, begging you to take me back. Please, Y/N,” Melissa tears up. “Please. Please don’t walk away.”

“Melissa, you hurt me more than you know,” you whisper.

“And I will spend the rest of my days making it up to you,” she promises you. “Please.”

You take a deep breath for huffing it out. Secretly, you were hoping she would come back to you. And the opportunity is right here in front of you. “It’s… it’s going to take a bit for me to fully forgive you.”

“And I understand that entirely. I was a real jackass. I’ll make it up to you however I can.” She pulls you into her arms and kisses your temple gently. “However I can.”

That ‘however’ is by having her take you to another Eagles game- with the entire Abbott crew. You wear your Hurts jersey, hanging off of her the entire night, and you cheer for your new team.

The other ‘however’ is by getting her to take you to a Phillies RedOctober game at Lincoln Financial field. When they play their celebratory song after clinching a spot in the World Series as NLC champions, you know that you’re no longer dancing on your own (tiesto remix). You have Melissa by your side.

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chaewon2000lover · 10 months

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Return on investment. Part 1 of 2.

Male reader x Kim chaewon

2.5k words.

tags, wholesome, standing sex, pussy eating.

“Click” “Click” “Click”“Click”“Click” “Click” “Click “Click”“Click” “Click” “Click” “Click”

“Uhh, god finally done”

you look to the side past your many monitors and across your desk where your phone lays buzzing.

“Unforgiven I’m a villain, I’m a”

you swipe at it and it turns off.

“Huh, that always manages to cheer me up at the end of a hard day managing way to much of way to many peoples money, I’m so happy I made her new song my ‘work over’ alarm”

as you stand up to leave shortly after turning your seemingly endless wall of monitors off, you remember that checking your phone might be a good idea, considering that your girlfriend will be in New York soon.

“I know you just got done working, see you tomorrow xxx”

attached was a picture you were not completely sure you should be looking at right now as you walked down the halls towards the elevator, though as per usual you were probably the only human in the building.

“they should really just let me set up an office from my own home”

regardless you opened it.

“god I can’t wait to have her in my hands, her perfect perky breasts her slightly protruding hips attached to her perfect little butt, and sitting on top of all that what must be the most perfect face in the world currently adorned with an amazing expression” you think.

“hope you have that same outfit tomorrow 😍😍😍😳😳”

“haha I’ll see if they’ll lend it to me, maybe you could buy it🤔🤔🐯”

“Maybe maybe 🤔, How are you ever going to pay me back for this🤔🤔”

“you’ll find out exactly how tomorrow❤️‍🔥”

“Ohh yeah, what can you do for me that I can’t just buy?”

“This

I know how much you want to touch and hold this”

“an older one i like it”

“And also these abs, I know you can’t buy any common whore in America or anywhere with abs as nice as mine or a face as lovely”

“did the sweet Angel just say whore”

“Tomorrow I won’t just say it”

“Okay chae as per usual you win, I don’t need to blow my load while driving”

“your driving, why didn’t you put it on voice call yet?”

“I though you were with your members?”

“ohh yeah, that’s true😙”

“You know what chae if you weren’t so incredibly adorable you would be so annoying to deal with”

“Hey that maybe be true but you best treat me nicer tomorrow, especially if you want this adorable idol to be yours to play with”

“okay I’m sorry chae😥😥, but remember who paid to upgrade your flight and who paid to put you and your members in the top suite”

“okay, sorry how about we settle it tomorrow?❤️‍🔥, also all the girls are loving it, though they won’t stop asking me who paid for it”

“just tell them it’s an adoring fan, or even better your sugar daddy😳😹😹”

“whatever, are you still driving?”

“yeah it’s a long way around NY, I’ll show you tomorrow”

“I’ll look forward to it love you xxx”

“love you to xxxx”

As you fell asleep, all you were able to think about is her body and how it will feel, you’d been nervous before but nothing can compare to this feeling.

And now the day has finally come you stand outside the venue, leaning against your favourite car a new Ferrari 296 GT3 barely road legal and not the most comfortable but it sure does draw a lot of looks and it would right now if you weren’t in a remote part of the parking lot.

“hopefully chae won’t be able to notice how little sleep I got” You think aloud to yourself.

You just learnt what can top the nerves from last night, the nerves you are feeling as you see a little speck getting closer, slowly it becomes bigger brighter and more human like, as you can begin to properly make it out, you know its her getting closer and closer you can recognise the outfit she’s wearing, and chuckle a little to yourself.

“Baby, you got the outfit, how much is it gonna cost me” you quip.

she doesn’t reply instead she just jumps into you, to which of course you open your arms and wrap them around her.

“Your so warm”

“thanks chae it’s good to know that I’m a effective hot pack”

you lift her up and swing her tiny frame around a little before kissing her, your mouth barely touching hers as you spin her around.

“mmh”

with that little sound from her you place her down.

and bend down to kiss her on the cheek.

“get in the car let’s go to a restaurant then we can get back to my place”

“What kind of restaurant?”

“whatever kind you want? This is New York you can get anything you want, at least if you know the right person and you’ve got the money and trust me I’ve got both”

“ohh yeah, you make it sound like your in the mafia” she giggles

“Well I’ve got all the connections to be, it kinda comes with the job”

“Okay bad boy” she giggles “why don’t we have some Italian then”

“you really want me to be in the mafia eh, but yeah sure”

“I can see why you became a fund manager now” she quips

“why because I’m so charismatic“ you say as you start the car and it roars to life.

“no, it’s because your jokes are terrible, so your better off being serious, it suits you well” she says giggling.

“wow thanks chae, maybe I’ll show you how serious I can get later” you say slightly seductively.

“Maybe” she says as you look to the side to see that she’s taken her hat off and placed it on the dash.

You pat her head, and run your fingers through her hair “god I still can’t believe your finally sitting next to me”

“Neither can I”

“you know chae, you really are quite small” you say while looking straight ahead focusing on controlling this far to fast car.

“well your not that big either, how tall even are you” chae says with a tinge of offence and a small pout on her face.

“ohh yeah, let’s see about that in a few” you say with a suggesting tone, “also I’m 5,9 thank you very much”

Chae blushes a bit and then says “hmm must be how skinny you are”

“I prefer lean” you say feigning offence, “maybe we’ll see what you really think of my body later”

Chae giggles and nods

then she says something that surprises you. “Did you sleep last night?”

“you know I usually can’t sleep easily let alone well, 6-7 hours is my norm, what with the stress and anxiety from the billions of other peoples money i manage”, though you sort of forget to mention that last night you probably got 3 to 4 hours of sleep due to her.

Now you’re standing in front of a fancy Italian restaurant, with chae right next to you. “Don’t you think I’m not dressed up enough for this?” She says.

“maybe but who cares, there’s no need to worry about other people looking at you I booked a private booth”

“really, but it looks so expensive” she say’s almost hesitantly.

You nod “that’s because it is, but I think I’ll get my return soon enough”

she giggles “sure mafia man”

you chuckle and walk her in, past the lady at the front desk who points you to your booth, (which is just big enough to hide you two away in a corner).

as you two sit and eat dinner you talk about her tour, your investments (only for a little while) and more, she mainly talks about how nice the food is which your happy to hear, she even takes a few pictures (probably for her Instagram).

soon the hour or so flys by and you two are out and on the way back to your home.

eventually through the silence caused by the impending interest and excitement, you slow your Ferrari down and pull into the parking garage just outside your home.

“It’s uhh, just over there” you say with a dry cough and point her towards your place.

“Where?” she asks.

You grab her hand “oh whatever, don’t worry I’ll just take you, come on” you do just what you said you would and chaewon blushes instantly.

You lead her up into the elevator, “which floor are you on” she asks sweetly.

“Top floor” you reply only thinking about what your going to do once you get there.

A deafening silence falls upon you two, until you reach the top floor and you both spill towards your place, past some other apartments and towards yours.

as soon as you enter you grab chae by her shoulder, “take your top off” you say filled with desire.

she does as told and tosses her hat to the side, then you pull her gloves off, her shoes already lay at the entrance, she pushes you towards the bedroom and you drag her while only stopping to take the last bit of an article of clothing off.

until you arrive, her pushing you onto the bed in just a bra and panties and you underneath her with just your boxer shorts on.

“Versace, I like it” she giggles.

“thanks” you say with a grin.

you reverse the position and put her down on the bed flat on her back, then you slide down and teeth her panties off.

The first flick of your tongue hits her lower lips, making her shiver in anticipation.

“Ohh god, keep going” she beckons you.

You begin by licking, flicking and slurping away at her sweet pussy enjoying all the sweet sweat and pussy juices you can get.

her tightening caverns and vast folds capture your full interest as you do a deep dive into them, similar to how you dive head first into an promising investment opportunity, you thoroughly check and explore everything, what if I move my tongue like this over here, what about over there, what if I flick at this and then massage it gently, what does this part taste like, all these questions enter your head and you explore them without fail, making the sweet sexy lady you love writhe squirm and twitch in pleasure, her hands finding you head to twist your hair and push you further onto her, proving her love for your explorations, her own mouth to busy letting out sweet sensual sounds to form coherent confirmations.

your hands slide around behind her and grab at her cute rear, you squeeze it, toy with it, and fondle it all while still serving her front flawlessly, her cute body only serves a reply in the form of more squirming under your control, your every flick, lick, slurp, grab, squeeze, and touch elicits a sensual reaction from her.

Her being in this moment is the greatest mix of cute and sexy, the way she lulls you in further while still seeming to have no previous experience of her own, makes you both want to laugh and ravage her body.

You pull away from her deciding with her sensitivity that now is the best time to strike, you crawl up her body your hand back in front now playing with her small mounds instead of her cute ass, your tongue now sliding its way up her beautiful defined sweating body till it reaches her succulent mouth, and you lay just above her ready to impale her onto your cock whenever ready, “You ready baby” you ask into her ear.

“Please” she moans into yours, you gently bite down on her ear, and begin to slowly push your sizeable rod into her soft pussy.

“Ahh, ohh” she moans sweet but lustful, angelic but sultry moans into your perked ears.

you slowly pick the pace up pushing in and out of her slowly and delicately with deliberate intent and control behind each stroke similar to that of a master painter except instead of a brush you use your rod, and the picture you paint is that of great pleasure and beauty.

Your mouth latch’s back onto her’s, salvia being exchanged between them like the stocks you trade all day long, you explore your options that you now own inside her mouth, the returns look and more importantly feel great, you use your tongue to tug at and twirl around hers.

Your hands get more grabby, more aggressive, greed is common in what you do, and while you can control it all day long in this very moment you let it run wild, doing what you want with your hands, your mouth doing it’s thing too wildly exploring the most lucrative unexplored territory in history, even more then some gold mine in Peru.

You and Chae trade muffle moans and words of confirmation between your mouths, you bite down on her lips making her pussy twitch around your cock, clearly the roughness turns her on.

So you decide to rub and pinch her nipples, this pushes her and she gets hotter and hornier, the more you do the hungrier you get, and the closer you get too.

You decide to take what you want, so you wrap your hands around her and lift her off the bed, holding her in air, “ohh, god, what are you doing” she mumbles.

“giving you it as rough as you so want” you say before bringing her down slowly onto your cock, the angle changes the way it feels for both of you, for her it feels like being slowly impaled and she loves it, for you the mix of control and depth feels incredible.

You bounce her up and down faster and faster each time on top of your cock eliciting many sweet moans escaping her mouth.

you build till your at a rapid pace, slamming Chae’s body up and down on your cock making it disappear and then reappear again and again, her moans at a similarly rapid pace fill your expensive room.

“Chae I’m getting close” you say in one short puff of air.

“so, am, I” she moans having to gather her breath between each word.

Your mouths collide again like they are at war over ownership, your hands begin grabbing at the butt that they hold up, and you continue bouncing Chae up and down at a breakneck speed.

Her cute bum and lovely tongue push you closer and closer to your breaking point.

“oh my god, that’s so good” she moans in delight.

Soon you feel the need for release, so you throw Chae back up and then plunge her back down fully inserting her onto your rod, making her scream and start shooting her juices onto your body as you launch yours into hers.

As you come to an end riding out the high, Chaewon nestles her head into your neck, you feel her warm breath on your skin, as you both relax.

You whisper into her ear “Chae I’m going to work hard until the company lets me start working from home, and at that point I’m going to move to Korea.”

She giggles “okay, I’ll look forward to that mafia man.” And immediately after finishing her sentence she falls asleep on your shoulder.

You gently carry her to your bed and lie her down alongside yourself, and slowly you too drift to sleep, the only thing on your mind how much you love this woman.

To be continued.

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cemoras27-but-writing-this-time · 1 year

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Red's Robin. pt 1.

@im-totally-not-an-alien-2, hi I finished the first chapter :), spent way too long on it but Im happy at how it came out and fully intend on making more

@faeriekit since you were apart of that little conversation I assume you wanted to be tagged to, sorry if not!

Also the formatting may be off at the end, typing like texting is hard! I dont know how humans type other than me! And I've seen Tim typing like he doesn't know how to spell in fics before!

I hope you all Have a Great Day!!

Ao3:(to be added)

Tim sighs as he looks at his window sill. The small orange and gray bird that had perched on it stared at him through the closed window. Almost like it was asking him to let it in. But that's crazy! It's just a little bird, it probably just thinks he’ll feed it and that's why it's looking at him. But he’s not Damian and won’t adopt a wild animal the second he sees it.

It pecks at the window, and stares. Again it pecks.

Tap, tap, tap. It continues as if it's knocking. Tim turns back to his laptop, the Riddler is out of Arkham and has been suspiciously quiet.

Tap, tap, tap. Tim doesn’t look. Tap, tap, pause. Taptaptaptap taptap tap. The noise doesn’t stop. Tim swings around and closes the curtains. And the noise persists, until it pauses. Breathing out a sigh Tim can finally make some progre-

BANG. The window shakes.

‘Did… did it just fly into the window? Can’t birds die like that?’ Tim peeks around the curtain to see the small robin-like bird shaking its head and turn to fly off. Only for it to slam body first into the window again. It takes a moment before it flies off. Tim opens the curtains and sees it quickly flying towards the closed reinforced window. He's able to open the window before it can kill itself and it rams into his chest instead. Which painfully sends him careening back onto his chair.

‘Ouch… it hits harder than expected…’ He looked down at the small bird that had moved down onto his lap, now that it's closer he notices that he has never seen a bird- robin(?) like this one. Its body is a light bluish-gray and slender with an orange head with little yellow markings next to its eyes, with tiny black legs with three talons. It stood barely a foot tall and its tail had odd white markings that vaguely resembled an arrow fletch.

The bird adjusted itself and opened its wings, showing a white underwing, and flapped them until it was hovering next to Tim’s face. Small black eyes stare into blue.

“‘Chling!” it chirped and swooped up to land on his head, where it immediately started to peck at his hair. ‘Is it preening me? I thought birds need to trust a person to do that,’ Tim thought, his hair getting thrown into his eyes.

“Hey, stop that. Get off!” he gently batted at the bird trying to dislodge it from its roosting place, getting a stern peck in return. He looks at his laptop. He could just keep working but the bird would be a distraction. Damian might look at the bird, he had more information about animals than Tim did. But did he want to talk to Damian? Not really. He really needed to continue to track the Riddler, he's too much of a threat to be left unattende-

His stomach growls. The bird’s stomach growls. In a weird serenade the organs announce their mutual hunger.

‘When was the last time I ate? When did the bird eat last?’ Tim thought, overwhelming hunger tearing at his abdomen and dizziness makes itself known. Ok snack then he can look into the bird and hopefully find the Riddler. His minifridge is empty, he knows that but still checks it -yep still empty, so he has to go to the kitchen. He grabs his phone from his desk and checks it.

9:49 - Friday, June 2 - 26% battery

He still has about an hour and a half until he needs to get ready for patrol. He closes his bedroom door behind him quietly and pulls up the search bar.

‘What do robins eat?’

He's walking down the stairs, the search engine shows several articles, mostly about the most recent spotting of Nightwing, Red Robin, and Robin outside Batburger with pictures showing the three with the fast food bags. Cass was there too but nobody saw her.

He adds bird to the search

‘Mealworms, insects, and berries. Steph ate the last of the strawberries.’ Tim reaches the Kitchen, thankfully no one is in there. The bird finally flutters off of his head and onto the kitchen island and starts hopping around. There’s no other ‘berry’ fitting fruits either. “Sorry little guy, I don't think we have anything you're interested in. Alfie would kill us if we brought any bugs in.” He speaks to the room and grabs his preferred snack, an Alfred made orange-cranberry muffin, and turns to the island.

The bird is pecking at the banana stand. Tim had forgotten about the bananas, Alfred only gets them to brown for banana bread. Everyone besides Dick hates the texture, and the rest of the kitchen is always stocked with something else to eat.

“Oh I guess there is something.” he sets his muffin down and rips one off the bunch and peels it as far as he’s willing. He wipes his hand against his pants and continues with his muffin.

The bird hops onto the yellow fruit and sticks its beak into the soft insides. And they eat quietly together. Tim watches as the bird snips the sides of the peel to open it up more. He pulls up the camera app on his phone and takes a picture of it when it lifts its head up. He then goes to google.

‘Orange and gray bird’

‘Orange and blue gray bird’

‘Robin species’

‘Robin BIRD species’

‘Small birds species’

‘Thrush bird species’

‘Finch species’

‘Bird with orange heads and gray bodies;

‘Birds with white underwings and orange heads’

‘Birds with white stripes on tail with orange heads’

Nothing he searches comes close to the bird in front of him. He sighs and pulls up his messages, and throws away the muffin wrapper.

Demon Child:

lol lokat tis thig

Would you type properly, Drake?

no u

[Image of fletchling]

Unlike you Drake I do type properly.

What kind of avian is that? I do not recognize it.

Idk im ak u

Drake is that our kitchen? Did you let a wild animal into our home?

It was hungy 🥺

Aldo no one eafs the babfas anyway

I am aware of our family’s dislike of bananas Drake.

That does not excuse nor explains why there is a wild animal in our kitchen!

It wan ted insid

Kept hittting my windo

What did you use as bait?

My Good Looks

Drake.

IDK man

It jst wanted in

I think it’s hurt

Didn want you bothefing B over a ded borb outdid

So i open d the window

An it flewa in and won t leab

I won’t be able to look it over until I get home.

And that will not be for another hour. Keep it inside. I will look at it before I go with Father for patrol.

At this point the bird had finished with it’s snack and Tim had thrown away it’s peel. It perched on his shoulder looking at his messages to Damian. Tim took another picture of the bird on his shoulder and sent it to Damian and went back to his room.

If anything, the bird seemed to like him, and he could use that to annoy Damian until he got home.

#dpxdc #cem's writing #Red's Robin #dp x dc

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johnbleepingzoidberg · 1 year

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UNTITLED EVIL LUIGI AU COMIC THING | Page 2 & 3 of (???)

Eggman Bowser’s come to make an announcement. Particularly to shut down any premonitions Mario may be holding onto a little too tightly. Bowser and Mario are able to set aside their differences (for now, at least) so that they can work together on a common goal-- figuring out where the hell Luigi is.

(A/N under cut)

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believe me when i say i really wanted to link all the pages together in a neat, practical way so that everything would appear more organized than it actually is, but tumblr hates me and won’t let my posts show up in the tags if i include a hyperlink of any kind. :D

i read somewhere that tumblr only disallows posts from showing up in tags if it includes an external link (vs an internal/link to another tumblr page), which, in theory, shouldnt be an issue since the pages i’d be linking to are also on tumblr but regardless it’s not cooperating with me anyway. i’ve been on tumblr for what feels like a million years but this is the first time ive tried to make my posts cohesive like this so if anyone knows how to fix this issue im all ears 🙃 for the record, everything related to this au will be going into the following tags on my blog: #my art, and #evil luigi au. we’ll just have to sort things that way for now, i guess 😭

i start work tomorrow so can’t say when there will be a new page but i do have a lot planned out already. so hopefully i’ll be able to continue what ive started for at least a handful of more pages 🤠 next page will be fun to work on. for a bowuigi-centered story, where’s the luigi?! he’ll show up soon. just in the form of a flashback for now though 👀

also sorry if my handwriting is evil. it’s just personally easier/faster to write out everything by hand than type everything out but i may try to type the next page’s dialogue to see how it goes and to see if it makes things look ✨cleaner✨

(also also i spent so much time trying to figure out how to draw them doing a handshake for the “truce” panel. i ultimately failed. therefore.... fist bumps LMAO)

#bowuigi #bowser x luigi #bowser #mario #super mario bros #super mario movie #bowuigi comic #my art #mine #evil luigi au #remember how i said last time there will be absolutely no consistency to this in any sense of the word #these 2 pages really showcase that LOL #love how i go from drawing bowser with a full set of teeth to like. 3 #maybe i really should consider typing out the text thatd probably help #anyway i hope i can keep this going for a bit #i do plan on writing an original comic someday so this is good practice/is a good confidence booster for me #i love drawing bowser holding teeny ass cups. it is so funny to me. why #also working on trying to better distinguish this story from mr L's story #because when i started it i did not really know about the whole mr L thing LOL #so im hoping it doesnt seem like im trying to like.......rip off that whole concept #that would be sad :(

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nieceeee · 10 months

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“ITS BETTER WHEN HE’S ANGRY”

Okay this was my very first request and I’m still learning but hopefully this is ok. I was struggling a bit lol

@wifeofallfictionalmen, I am still learning to tag people and reply directly to messages but here we go

WORD COUNT: 2048

REQUEST: Heyy I hope your doing well I actually have a request for Reiner Braun. Sooo he just had a fight with the reader and he really is angry at her ( plus it is his season 4 personality) so to get Reiner's attention the reader suddenly seats on his lap but he just ignores her so the reader starts to grind herself on his lap and the rest you write and I also want the use of toy as a punishment for the reader ( the readers pronouns are she/ her)

A/N: use of nickname baby, female anatomy, Reiner x reader, angry sex, makeup sex, use of toys

ART CREDITS: @thisuserisangry

Reiner!” You yell out from behind him.

“No, y/n I don’t want to hear it!” He barked back, his anger rolling off of him in waves. You groan in frustration. Reiner has been on edge and it’s been causing a strain in your relationship. The constant shifting of personas does nothing but cause confusion in every conversation and no matter what you do, he will not allow himself to open up to you.

“I’m trying to protect you.” He says, using the same excuse which in turn agitates you because you can’t seem to understand why he won’t allow you to be there for him. This was the 5th fight this week and things didn’t seem to be getting better.

It was hard, you all have been together for so long but after everything happened, he changed. He has been way more reserved and gets upset at the smallest things. And intimacy levels have been through the floor. Of course it doesn’t help that your body has been screaming for release for days now but, you were trying to remain patient in hopes that you all could rekindle that flame. However, every time you think you’re both doing good, another fight breaks out and you’re back where you started. Lately it feels like things will never get better and honestly, you’ve reached your breaking point. Especially since that deep dark side of you gets so aroused every single time you see him angry. The heaviness of his breath. The way his nostrils flare. The hardening of his already sharpened features. It was tearing you apart from the inside out and enough was enough.

With a steady breath you make your way into the bedroom that you both share. He is sitting at his desk, his chin resting against one of his hands as he watches tv. He doesn’t bother to acknowledge you coming in so you use that to your advantage. Walking over to where he is sitting, you round the chair and stand in front of him. He hitched a brow at you but turned his gaze back towards the screen. You step in his view again which results in nothing but an eye roll and him sliding his chair over so he can see past you. You flare your nostrils in agitation and open your mouth to speak but he cuts you off.

“Please, y/n I’m not in the mood for another fight.” He grunted softly, not looking at you. You don’t respond, instead you step forward until your legs are touching the front of his. Then lifting your hand slowly, you run your fingers through his short blonde tresses, scratching his scalp softly. A small grumble of satisfaction leaves his lips as he tries to focus on the show. You continue to caress his head with your hands, watching the tension ease it’s way out of his shoulders. Then slowly you press your body closer. He glances from his peripheral and his golden eyes meet yours. You hold his stare as you straddle his legs, plopping right down on your favorite place that you haven’t been able to enjoy for far too long. He lets out a huff, shaking his head slightly before turning back to the screen in front of him. Annoyed at the lack of attention. You start to shift around on his lap slightly. He finally turns his gaze to you, his brows etched together.

“What are you-“ he started but you cut him off by pressing your hips down into him and rocking forward. He stilled at your movements, his mind trying to register what just occurred. You pressed down again, slightly harder rolling your hips into his once more. A heated gaze passed over his face as he released an involuntary groan. “y/n…” You continue to rock yourself against him, angling so that your clit is pressing into his crotch but you keep your eyes trained on his. He swallows hard as you feel him hardening beneath you. You continue to grind onto the top of his pants, the friction causing your pussy to swell slightly with pleasure. “Are you enjoying yourself?” His deep voice asked, coated with equal parts agitation and arousal. You don’t respond but continue to tease yourself against him.

“Ah, so that’s the game you want to play?” He said frustrated. His hands come up and grip your hips, stilling your movement. You let out a small hmp of frustration as you lose the momentum that was flowing through your body. “You think I’m going to let you use me as a pawn to get yourself off while you leave me angry and hard?” He asked, his brow hitching at you. You bite down on the inside of your lip, refusing to acknowledge him which only further drives his agitation.

“Fine, you want to be a brat then I’ll treat you like one.” He grumbled. He lifted you up swiftly, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carried you over to the bed. A surprised gasp escapes you as you're tossed onto the mattress. He hovers over you, chest rising and falling rapidly, those golden eyes burning into you. “Hands over your head. You move when I say move. Touch when I say you can. Don’t follow the rules and you know the consequences.” He whispered lowly in your ear, the deep commandments sending chills running down your spine. You do as you’re told, lifting your hands above your head. Reiner retreats from the bed and walks over to the dresser, unlocking it and pulling out the box of toys. Your toes curl in anticipation as he pulls out your favorite vibrator. He walks back over to you, your body splayed out against the bed.

“Don’t think you're getting off easy.” He said as he began to undress. You watch as he peels his shirt off exposing the sculpted body underneath. The sight of his smooth olive skin makes you want to run your tongue up his chest. You watch as his hands drop to his buttons and he takes his time undoing his pants. His print straining against his boxers makes your pussy flow with happiness. It has been so long.

He walks back to the bed and switches the vibrator on. “You know the rules of the game. 8 levels.” He stated. You make sure not to roll your eyes as he repeats the rules of the endurance game you always play together. “Level one” he says, lifting your gown and pressing the toy against your clit. The impact of the movement causes you to flinch just slightly as you adjust to it. Your body has been denied the feeling for so long that it has to get readjusted. Reiner drags the toy in slow clockwise circles against your clit, waking up the already sensitive bud. You focus on the sensation it was providing. “Mmm. Good girl.” He said softly but you manage to catch it. He slips your panties to the side and the toy slides in your opening. He thrusts once before pulling it out and turning up to level two. The game continues with each level as he circles the toy around your pussy and then fucks your opening by the number of levels. You are doing fine until level five. Your toes started to curl as you moaned softly. “Hmm, is your pussy aching to cum baby?” He teased, speeding up his movements. You stay quiet. “Oh, I see.” You could hear the smile in his voice. He once again slips your panties to the side as he slides the toy in your hole. Reiner takes his time with each hard thrust, the sounds of your arousal filling the room as it coated the toy. You felt your legs begin to shake, your body wanted to break. You just wanted to touch him and his teasing was going to break you.

“Rei, please.” You moaned, calling him by your pet name. “Awe baby. We haven’t even made it to level 8 and you’re already begging for my dick.” He teased again. He increased the level on the vibrator and pressed it firmly against your clit. “Oh fuck.” You let out, the intensity sending waves of heat through you. You lifted your hands from behind you and reached out to him. “Remember the rules. No hands. Punishment.” You groaned as you dropped your hands back. He slipped your soaking wet panties off. “Punishment level 6” he said. He slipped his fingers in your pussy and pressed up into your g spot. Then with the other hand he raised it slightly, before bringing it down right on your swollen clitoris. You gasped out in pain and pleasure. He brought his hand down onto your pussy again slightly harder than the last time and then a little harder with the next one. “Oh fuck Rei. Please baby.” You were teetering near the edge. “What is it baby? You want to cum, yeah? You want me buried deep in your tight little pussy? Is that it?” He asked. “Yes Reiner. Yes. I want you to fuck me please.” You let out. “Hmm. I love when you beg for it.” He grumbled in appreciation. He slipped his fingers out of me and pulled his boxers down, his dick springing from underneath the fabric.

“May I?” You ask. He nods. Your hands shoot from behind your head as you reach down to stroke him, coaxing out a bead of precum from his tip. He moans out your name as you have to use both hands, moving them up and down his full length. “Fuck y/n. I need to be inside of you now.” He growls. Reiner hitches his hands under your legs and pulls you closer. He lined up his tip with your entrance. “Tell me how you want it.” He demands. “Hard.” You let out. “Fuck yes.” He says and in one quick motion he slams his dick in between your folds. “FUCK” you cry out, your vision going blurry as his dick stretches your pussy. The pleasurable pain washing over you with familiarity. “Damn it y/n your pussy is squeezing me so tight.” He groans trying to pace himself. You are both reeling with pleasure. Reiner pulls out slightly before pushing his dick back inside, deeper and harder. He fucks you just how you like it as you hold onto his shoulders, your fingers nails leaving crescents in his back. He lifts your hips slightly so that he can push himself to stroke you deeper. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you feel the heat of your first orgasm taking over. “Reiner baby I’m going to cum. You’re going to make me cum!” You scream out. “Yes baby, cum for me.” he praised, his voice straining as he pounds into you relentlessly. His body glistened, sweat coating both of you as you get closer to your climax. “Rei, please. Don’t stop baby.” You beg. “You want me to fill you up baby?” He asks. I nod viciously, his muscles flexing as he drives you both over the edge. He lets out a deep roar as he releases inside of you, his seed coating your walls as a gush of fluids hits him, your body releasing at the same time.

You both sit there for a moment, catching your breath and coming down from your high. After your heart rate is back to normal, you look up to the man you love. His eyes already on you. “What?” You ask softly. “I love you, y/n. You know that?” He says softly. “Even when I make you mad?” “Especially when you make me mad, that way I can pour all my anger into that pretty pussy of yours.” He said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You felt yourself throb at that idea. “Don’t even think about it.” He warned playfully. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up. Then we can actually have a conversation about what happened earlier.” He suggested. You give him a small smile as he holds out his hands to you.

Reiner was a lot to handle some days but he was yours to handle, and you loved that for you.

#smut #reiner x reader #reiner braun #reiner smut #reiner aot #aot smut #aot x reader #aot x you #aot x y/n #reiner x y/n

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redlittlefoxari · 4 months

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Astarion Epilogue: An Adventure in Making Life: Chapter Eight: In too Deep in Waterdeep

Relationship: Astarion x Tav

Warnings: NSFW18+, angst, smut, Pregnancy, Fluff.

*This chapter contains Smut*

Summary: Tav and the others finally make it to Waterdeep. Before the whole gang can get back together Tav and Astarion decide to do some shopping and take a bath to wash their travel-worn bodies.

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People who want to be tagged: @lunaredgrave @ofmyth-andmagicart

Twelve weeks pregnant

The following two weeks went by without any incident. You did your best not to blow up at anyone, and the others did their best not to mention your “sickness,” deeming it a sensitive topic. You leaned into the idea more and more and let their imaginations fill in the blanks as to what they thought it was. You gave little details, only ones that would play in your favor, such as, despite being sick, you wished to celebrate your good friend’s accomplishment. You started taking the herbs in front of them to drive home further that you were doing something to “fix your sickness.”

In the last town you passed, you and Astarion bought you some new armor, this time with less padding and with a band around the waist that allowed it to be resized if need be. You had to sacrifice better armor, but that was the price you had to pay actually to have armor at all.

“How are you feeling today?” Wyll found you coming back from the dense bushes as you needed to make a stop.

“Better so far, I’ve been able to keep everything down.” So far today, you haven’t thrown up, but you did feel more exhausted.

“That’s good…. Do you think you’ll uhh….” Wyll fumbled with his words, trying to find a polite way to ask if you would get better or if this was something that would take you from this plane sooner than they all would have wished.

“I think I’ll live. Jaheira said it’s just a matter of time before I feel better. She said maybe by the end of the year.” The lies were coming easier.

“That’s fantastic. How did you even contract this sickness?” Wyll was treading a little too close and asking far too many questions, but with your second trimester only two weeks away, you felt that it was okay to give more information.

“Oh, you know…. On an adventure, Astarion and I had taken us a while to realize what was wrong with me, but we figured it out.” Wyll nodded at your response.

“I’m just glad to hear you will be okay… I don’t know what Astarion would do if he lost you.” Wyll looked to the Vampire who was talking to Karlach.

“Me either but that hopefully won’t happen for a long while I’m only a hundred and twenty.” Wyll laughed at your response.

“Only! You elves really are lucky.”

The two of you walked back to the others, changing the subject to something a little less dire. Both Astarion and Karlach stopped talking and turned towards their respective partners. Astarion kissed you on the top of your head, and you leaned into him as he asked you if you were okay.

“It’s a shame the two of you can’t have children. You would make great parents.” Karlach gave the two of you a broad smile that showed her teeth.

The two of you froze. You tried to keep a look of fear from showing on your face as the group's eyes bore into you two. Wyll elbowed Karlach in the ribs and muttered something under his breath.

“Oh fuck I should have kept that to myself. I’m sorry.” Karlach rubbed the back of her head and looked away, embarrassed and ashamed.

“Yes, we’ll…. We have each other, and that’s all that counts.” Astarion spoke for you.

“Yes, and it’s tough for elves to have children anyway. We only have a certain number of souls, so we have to wait to be reincarnated.” You shrugged. “And we live for so long, so you have to wait for a natural death or a planned one.”

You could cut the tension with a knife. “Let’s get going. we are almost to Waterdeep, and I would like to take a hot bath and lay down on a bed instead of the ground.” Astarion pulled you with him up the dirt road that led to Waterdeep.

The rest of the party followed behind, going the rest of the two-hour walk, giving you and Astarion the space they thought you needed after the conversation about children.

“I will feel way better after the ceremony, and we can tell them the truth.” You whispered so only Astarion could hear.

“I don’t know, I kind of like making everyone feel uncomfortable. It's a lot of fun for me.” Astarion returned the whisper but punctuated his sentence with a laugh.

“I don’t. I feel bad these are our friends. I will be happier not having to keep anything from them.” You let out a heavy sigh.

It didn’t take long, and you could see the city limits of Waterdeep. It was a bustling coastal city that showed like a diamond. The water was crystal blue and had a large port that was the heart of the city. You knew that once you were in the city limits, you should make up any excuse to branch off alone and buy some new clothes since the ones that you brought with you, mainly the pants, no longer fit over your belly. The leather is too tight to give you any leeway.

You and your party walked through the gates, and an apparition of Gale appeared blue in color and slightly translucent. “Greetings, friends! I have sent this apparition to escort you all to my tower, which you will be staying in. If you would be so kind, follow me this way.”

The apparition turned and started walking, which you thought was a little novel since it wasn’t the real Gale and could just float to the destination that it needed to go to next. You giggled slightly at the apparition and Gale for being so literal about everything.

“Umm, hold on a second…” You spoke, and the apparition turned to face you.

“Yes?” It spoke.

“Is the tower that big purple and gold building to the north of the docks?” You pointed to the building in question.

“Indeed it is. Why?” The Apperition’s face mirrored Gales when he was confused.

“Then I think I’ll meet you all there. I want to get a few things before I go to the tower.” The party looked at you quizzically. “It’s just that… this place is warmer than Baldur’s Gate…. The clothes I packed are going to make me overheat in this weather.”

“That makes sense,” Karlach spoke up in your defense. “It is hotter than the hells here, and I should know.”

You sent a silent prayer up to the gods. “Exsactly! So I’m going to take an hour and meet you all back at the tower.”

“I’ll go with you.” Astarion broke from the group. “Someone has to tell you that you look fabulous.”

The others said their goodbyes and promised to see you later at the tower for dinner. You watched as your friends left the two of you alone. Astarion took your hand in his, and you looked at him. The sea air was causing his curls to have more volume and curl more tightly together. He ran his free hand through them to break them apart.

“Let's go to a dress shop… I’m tired of pants.” You looked around and found an outdoor market that had many stalls containing what you were looking for.

“I couldn’t agree more, darling. Plus, you not wearing pants makes it easier to get to all my favorite parts.” He kissed your cheek as it turned red.

“We are not having sex in Gale’s tower. I feel like his creepy apparitions are going to watch.” You started to make your way to the market.

“What are you not into being an exhibitionist? It can be very erotic.”

“I will do just about anything else with you, but I draw the line at having Gale’s creepy walking self-portraits watch us.” You looked up at him.

“I’m going to put that to the test, Darling.” You audibly gulped at his words.

You approached the first stall that had dresses and found that they were all long, beautiful sun dresses that had enough fabric around where your stomach would be to hide the bump that was getting larger by the day. There seemed to be four different styles, and the colors ranged from primarily greens, blues, and purples, with some being just white from not being dyed just yet. You bought two of each dress style in varying colors and one in white. The White one you intended to wear to the ceremony and buy some gold accents that would compliment your slightly tanned skin.

While looking at the other stalls, a few other styles of dresses caught your eye that would do more to show off your bump when you were ready to announce to the world about your soon-to-be half-v vampire child that you would be bringing into this world. These were purple, light blue, red, dark green, and white so you decided to buy one of each color, bringing the total of dresses you bought up to fourteen. That would cover all of the days in Waterdeep, and you would be comfortable because pants would not be involved.

Astarion approved of your choices and not just because there was a slit up the sides of most of the dresses that reached mid-thigh but because he thought you would look good in a burlap sack. The two of you continued to walk through the market when Astarion told you to wait a moment while he went to look at something that caught his eye. You are waiting for him to return, taking the time to sit and rest your tired feet. You were going to take a good, long, hot soak before dinner tonight.

“Close your eyes, darling,” Astarion said as he walked back over to you.

“Why?” You asked, being suspicious of his intentions.

“Just close your eyes, or I’ll go return it.” You did as he asked. “Now give me your left hand.”

You extended your left hand to him and felt his palm touch yours. “What are you doing?”

You felt something cool slide on your left ring finger and opened your eyes to see a beautiful rose gold ring accented with purple stones and small diamonds weaving around it. Words caught in your throat as you looked from the ring to Astarion, who was standing before you.

“Well? What do you think? Do you want to make this official or not?” He turned away from you, and you saw that his cheeks were turning red, and a look of embarrassment laced his features.

“It took you long enough.” You shot up from the bench you had been sitting on and wrapped your arms around his neck, turning his face back towards yours and kissing him deeply.

The two of you started to draw the attention of others around you as your kiss lasted for several seconds. It wasn’t a kiss to burn a fire deep within your bellies and drive passion. It was a kiss that was laced with love, a promise of devotion, and so much more than that. When you finally broke apart to look into each other's eyes, neither one of you spoke; you just smiled like lunatics at each other.

“Let’s go tell our friends you finally asked me the question I have been waiting for these past fifty years.” You looked back at the ring.

“Technically, I never asked.”

“I’m counting this as you did.” You detangled yourself from him, and the two of you started to make your way toward Gale’s tower.

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“Do you think he’s compensating for something?” Astarion asked as you neared the tower.

“I’m starting to think so.” You answered him in a monotone voice.

The sizeable purple tower was anything but subtle. It overlooked the sea and, for lack of a better word, towered over all the other buildings even remotely around it. The outer walls had fifty windows, and there was one large oak door that was ornamented with gold that made it look like the weave itself was guided to the door.

Before you could knock on the door, an apparition of Gale appeared. “Ah, you finally made it! The door is unlocked to you and all of my guests no need to knock; just come in. Your room will be to the left of the stairs on the third floor of the tower.”

“Thank you… do you guys, umm… watch people in these rooms?” You hesitate to ask, but I'm not sure if it would be considered rude. Or if it was a dumb question.

Astarion laughed. “Yes, do you just pop into people’s rooms unannounced?”

“No, Astarion, I will not be watching the two of you. I'm not an exhibitionist.” Gale spoke through his apparition. “Will the two of you just come in and get ready? Everyone is waiting for you two so we can have dinner.”

“Of course! We wouldn’t want to keep everyone waiting.” Astarion walked through Gale’s apparition, and it vanished.

As he opened the door to the inside of the structure, your jaw dropped. The tower on the outside looked like a lighthouse—a decent size but not overly large. The inside told a completely different story. It was five times the size of what it was on the outside, and you noticed doors along the walls that shouldn’t lead anywhere, but you knew that they did. This whole tower was a paradox.

“He’s definitely overcompensating for something…” You said as you walked towards the stairs and started your accent to your rooms.

“When he brings women home, do you think he asks if they wanna see his purple tower, and they’re disappointed?”

“Astarion stops; he can probably hear you.” You were out of breath by the time you made it to your floor.

“He knows I’m only joking. He did manage to have sex with the goddess of magic… he has to be decent, at least.” He opened the door to your room. “He does have good taste.”

The room was immaculate. Again, you questioned how it was possible for this room to exist. It was an open layout, with the bedroom opening into a giant steaming pool that already had towels, soap, and other assorted perfume bottles.

“He wants us to smell pretty for dinner, it would seem.” Astarion placed your new dresses out on the bed.

You took a long sniff of yourself. “Do be fair…. We have smelled better.”

Astarion shrugged and began stripping off his clothes. “We haven’t had a proper bath in forty-five days.”

“I bathed in the river as often as I could.” You started to strip off your clothes as well.

“I don’t have that luxury. Can’t step foot in running water, so I had to make do with wet towels the whole time.” He stepped into the hot water and moaned.

That was one thing you couldn’t fix. Being able to walk in the sun was no problem, but short of finding a cure for his vampirism altogether, Astarion couldn’t step foot in running water.

“You make it sound like that water feels better than sex.” You finished pulling the rest of your clothes off and made your way towards the water.

“At this moment, yes, it is.” He sank under the water and came back out just enough so that his eyes, nose, and ears were peeking out of the water.

“Well then, good to know I can be outdone by a hot body of water.” You dipped your feet in the water. “I see what you mean. I would take this over you, too.”

“So we’re in agreement we are in a polygamous relationship with this pool of water.” Astarion came up and reached for the soap Gale or whoever managed his massive tower laid out for the two of you.

Astarion looked at your naked body as you stepped further into the pool, his eyes moving up and down your body, drinking you in like he was dying of thirst.

“What? You’ve seen me naked thousands of times.” You fully submerge yourself in the water.

“And every time I do, I’m reminded just how lucky I am.” He grabbed a hand towel, got it wet, and then added the soap to it.

He pressed the towel to his skin and began scrubbing the road from his skin, and you started to do the same. The soap felt like silk as you moved the towel over your skin. You took your time going over your swollen breasts, massaging them to ease the tension from being compressed behind a breastplate for twelve hours.

“I can do that for you.” Astarion came up behind you, his hot body pressed to your back as he grabbed the hand towel from you. “You deserve to be treated like a queen for what you’ve been through these past weeks.”

“When do I get my crown?” You leaned into his chest.

“As soon as I am able.” He caressed your tiny baby bump as he kissed the crook of your neck.

You moved your neck so he had better access to your neck. “You can bite me, you know.”

“I’m not biting you.” He placed another kiss on your neck.

“Why not? Does my blood taste funny now?”

“No, your blood is by far one of the best things I’ve ever tasted. I won’t drink from you because I don’t want to hurt you. Our child is already feeding off of you.” He let out a long sigh. “Even though I want nothing more than to taste your sweet blood on my tongue.”

You felt a pulse of arousal course through you. The thought of him feeding on you makes the coil in your stomach tighten. You missed the feeling of his teeth on your skin, the feel of them puncturing your neck, and the feel of ice in your veins as he sucked your lifeblood.

“Just for a second…. We are about to have dinner, so my body can afford to lose some of its blood.” You felt his whole body go still. The feel of his own arousal pressed against your back. “Please…”

At the sound of you begging, his fangs scraped against your skin but did not puncture your flesh. “You will tell me if it gets to be too much.”

“Yes.”

At your confirmation, his fangs broke through your sink, and you moaned, grinding your ass against his hard length. He sucked greedily for a few long seconds before removing his fangs and licking the holes he left behind. It wasn’t enough; you wanted him to feed for longer, take all he needed from you, and more.

“Fuck…” Astarion’s breath was hot against your neck. “I want more…”

He moved his that was on your stomach lower and placed the other on your shoulder, pushing your shoulders down and causing your body to form a ninety-degree angle. You held onto the side of the pool, arching your back to give him a better angle for what you knew he planned to do next.

Astarion grabbed his length and placed it at your hot center just outside the entrance. “How do you feel about having sex in Gale’s tower now?”

“I think if I can’t have your fangs in me, I want the next best thing.”

At your words, he slid inside you, filling you to the hilt. You cried out in pleasure as he pulled out almost completely only to slam back in and set a tempo that stroked and tightened the coil growing in your stomach. One of his hands found your breast, and you moaned as the mixture of his length filling you and the sensitivity from your breast played off of each other in perfect harmony.

It didn’t take long for you to hit peak pleasure, causing your climax to crash into you. Astarion felt you tighten around him and upped the tempo to help you ride out your climax and for him to follow soon after. You felt his hot release as it filled you completely. You stayed connected, your bodies not ready to be apart just yet.

When you were finally able to leave each other, Astarion turned you to face him. He kissed you with every ounce of passion he had left, swirling his tongue in your mouth so you could taste your blood.

“We really do need to get to dinner before they come up here looking for us,” Astarion said as he broke the kiss.

“You go ahead. I have to finish cleaning up. Tell them to start without me. I’m very filthy.” You accented the last word with your breath.

“ Oh, I know, darling.” He kissed you lightly on your lips. “I’m the one that defiled you.”

Astarion got out of the pool dripping wet and dried off, putting a clean pair of clothes on. You watched as he dried and styled his hair. He delicately made sure that every curl was perfect before leaving you to finish washing up.

After about ten minutes, you finally deemed yourself clean enough to see your friends and stepped from the pool to begin drying off. Before you could grab a towel, you heard someone approaching your room, and the door swung open abruptly.

“Come on, you’re taking fucking forever, and the food looks….” Karlach stood at the door and froze as she took in your naked form. Her eyes moved from your swollen breasts to the small swell of your belly. “Are you pregnant

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bullet-clubs-bitch · 6 months

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Wardaddy

Summary: Reader finds out she's pregnant after she lost her title at double or nothing. Will the nickname she jokingly gave her boyfriend “Wardaddy” gain a whole other meaning?

An: I found this fit in my drafts, wrote it months ago but for some reason never published it? Enjoy, and pls remember to give Wardlow requests in my inbox

Word count: 1132

Main Masterlist Wardlow Masterlist

The internet was a weird place. You always hated the bird app with all of its negativity and BS but here you were scrolling on twitter after you found out why you were trending.

Your face was shocked when you saw the amount of negative comments regarding your relationship with Wardlow. Sure he was 8 years older than you but for the most part everyone had been supportive of it. It was the AEW locker room who kept trying to set the two of you up for the longest time. You were quite confused on why all of a sudden it was now they were concerned with it. A few months ago you were deemed the power couple of all elite wrestling, on the top of the company both of you holding championships. You had just ended a feud with your real life best friend Britt Baker and her long time boyfriend Adam Cole.

The fans loved it, mixed tag matches were surprisingly uncommon in aew so when they became a regular occurrence in your feud the fans were quick to eat it all up.

Having had enough of social media for the day you stepped into catering for the first time after losing your championship two weeks ago at double or nothing. You ran into Britt who had beat you in a no DQ match for the women's championship.

“Sup, Champ” You called to your friend

“Hey Mama, how’s it going” Britt replied back

“Not much, I'm literally starving. I’ve been oddly hungry the past few days and more bloated than usual.” you said hand on your stomach looking at all of the different options catering had to offer.

Britt laughed, handing you a plate. The two of you got some food before you found somewhere quiet to eat. Far away from all of the cameras and wrestlers. While you enjoyed your food Britt asked you…

“How’s your shoulder doing?”

“It can be better, still hurts like a son of a bitch though” you replied, looking down at your shoulder that had been taped together in a million different ways

“Sorry about that again” She apologized knowing she was the cause of your injury

“Why are you sorry, shit happens.” You said a little bit confused on why she kept apologizing. The injury wasn’t even her fault. You were the one that called out the spot with the steps.

“Medical won’t clear me quite yet, hopefully within the next few weeks or so” you responded oddly calmly, secretly upset you weren't able to compete in the show tonight.

“Good luck out there tonight, tho. I hope you kick Thunder Rosa’s Ass!”

“I will don’t worry” Britt responded laughing

Time skip: 4 weeks later

“Is it still that bad?” Your boyfriend Wardlow called through the door of your hotel bathroom.

“I feel like my insides are falling out” you said in agony clutching your stomach as you threw up whatever you had left in your stomach.

“Can I come in?” he asked nervously

“No! I'm hideous go away” your words laced with venom as they left your lips.

The medical staff had finally cleared you to return on this week's episode of Dynamite but your body had other ideas. You felt like you were dying and your poor boyfriend had no idea what to do. He tried his very best and you appreciated it but it came to the point where you just wanted to be alone. You cleaned up and finally stepped out of the bathroom to be greeted by Wardlow. He handed you some fresh clothes. As you were putting on your shirt you looked down at your stomach.

“Did I gain weight” you said as you looked in the mirror

“I think you look fine Y/N” Wardlow replied annoyed you would ask such a question

“No honestly, I think I did”

“Y/N, your probably just bloated” he replied rolling his eyes

“Whatever” you scoffed

You arrived to the arena, looking and feeling like shit. You decided to stop by the doctor to let them know that you weren't feeling the best, all it took was one of the doctors to look at the dark circles under your eyes and pale look in your skin to deem you uncleared for the show tonight. It made you feel like shit, working hard with physios to get your shoulder better only to catch some bug before your return. Thankfully Britt wasn’t booked for the show tonight so the two of you could hang out and watch the show from one of the skyboxes in the arena.

“So you are still not feeling good?” Britt asked, curiously

“Yep, I don’t know how this is even possible but I feel like I’m getting worse” You told her truthfully.

“When was the last time you got your period?” Britt asked, shit, you never even thought about that

“Ummm maybe a few months ago”

“Have you ever thought that you might be pregnant?”

“I mean we are careful but that would explain a lot of things”

“Since we both have nothing to do, how bout we leave the arena, grab a few tests and we can go back to the hotel and see. I’m sure you don’t want to take a test in the locker room with all those nosey people”

That is exactly what the two of you did, you told your respective partners to meet back at the hotel and let everyone else know that you would be hedging out for the evening. You and Brit ended up getting four different kinds of tests and a few goodies to bring back to the hotel. Unfortunately a fan recognized the two of you at the CVS that just so happened to be next to your hotel. Lying, you said the pregnancy tests were for a segment for the next BTE, now you somehow would have to tell the bucks to include some kind of skit involving pregnancy tests in next week's episode to keep true to your lie.

Currently you and Britt sat on top of the hotel bed, munching on some chips as you both stared at the blinking screen of the pregnancy test. “How long is this going to take? I feel like we have been sitting here forever” You asked Britt. “According to this it says 5 minutes” Britt responded.

Just then the test stopped flashing. ‘Pregnant 4-6 weeks’

You and Britt had no idea what to say, the two of you in shock at what you were seeing. You were first to break the silence “This has to be wrong. No way I’m pregnant”

Sure enough you were pregnant. You took 5 more to make sure, all 6 tests saying the same thing. What was Wardlow going to think?

#bullet clubs bitch #aew smut #all elite wrestling #aew #aew fanfiction #wardlow x reader #wardlow aew #wardlow fanfiction #wardaddy #wardlow #wardlow smut

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anqelically-archived · 1 year

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Taking care of tecchou after a very hard day please

after a hard day at work headcanons

featuring…! tetcho suehiro

content: no manga spoilers, comfort

navigation | bsd masterlist

if i’m being real, it would take a lot for this man to be tired out after a day of work. i do not doubt that he has plenty of stamina and patience to deal with anything

but, of course, there’ll always be a day that burns out everyone. this day happened to hit tetcho hard. a group of criminals was hiding amongst the crowd of civilians— plenty of innocents got caught in the crossfire, and the hunting dogs were the ones that had to deal with the clean up

yes, he and the others were able to save most the civilians and complete the mission, but it doesn’t change the fact that the men, women, and children he fought to save were either left terrified or dead

tetcho comes back home (you) in the early morning. he found you laying on the couch asleep. it was safe to assume that you were waiting for him

he’ll drape a blanket over your body before he goes to change out of his uniform. so when he comes back to lay next to you on the couch, he’ll be surprised to see you not there

instead, he can find you in the kitchen taking out a cold bottle of water. with one glance at him, you could tell that today’s events truly hit hard

“you’re up,” the hunting dog looked at you with relief flooding through his eyes. “did i wake you?”

with quiet steps, tetcho joined you in the kitchen. his hands gently find their way to your face, and you can only look at him softly as he stares into your eyes. eye contact— it was his way of checking if you were okay or not.

“don’t mind me, love. how about you? i heard about what happened on the news,” you frowned.

with such an incident, it was impossible for it not to be covered on the news and multiple papers. even on social media, you saw that there were some people blaming the hunting dogs for being unable to protect everyone. yes, their bodies and abilities were amazing, but they were still human too.

and as humans, they won’t always be able to save everyone all the time.

“here,” you handed him the water bottle, “drink some and then you can tell me about it from your point of view.”

tetcho explains how the day went in the comfort of your shared bedroom. you’re sitting across from each other, your hands soothingly holding his, as he talks

once he finishes and you’ve heard the complete story, you’re lovingly holding each other. his right hand held the back of your head and the other was wrapped around your waist as both of your arms were simply wrapped around his torso

your proximity from each other was his reassurance that you weren’t one of the people in a body bag

tetcho doesn’t find himself hungry when you ask if he is, so he’s prepared to just lay in bed with you for the night (or morning)

his arms hold you close to his body as he tries to sleep. you make sure to gently play with his hair so he can fall asleep first :)

“goodnight,” you kiss him on his forehead like he always does to you, “my love.”

you make sure that you can spend the day together as soon as possible, and that’s hopefully the next day

tetcho appreciates anything you do in order to ease his body. setting up a bath for him to cooking a meal— he appreciates it all

note: while i was writing i forgot what i originally was supposed to write 😭😭 came up with this, so i hope it’s good 🙏🏻 thank you for the request bestie, love you!! <3

reblogs are heavily appreciated! (especially since this post isn’t showing up on tags)

#bungou stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #bsd x gender neutral reader #bsd x you #tecchou x reader #tecchou suehiro x reader #tetcho x reader #tetchou suehiro #tetchou x reader #bsd tecchou #bsd headcanons #bungo stray dogs #bsd #aqwriting

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sylvanian-cat · 3 months

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𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐧 | 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐

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PAIRING - Daniel Larusso x Reader

TAGS: Friend to lovers, kissing, violence but only hitting and punching, karate kid, angst, fluff, characters fall in love, heartbreak, characters break up, happy ending, slow burn

SUMMARY: After running into the new boy from the east coast, it’s almost painfully funny how trouble seems to follow him wherever he goes. Even on his first day of living in California…

The following evening was spent pondering on what to wear, how to act like a normal person in front of Daniel, and how you’re going to break the news of your following teenage escapade to your mother.

Surprisingly, she wasn’t too worried about the evening party and was more relieved that you were filling your teenage years with adventurous memories, is what she said.

Desperately trying to choose out an outfit that would compliment your body wasn’t the only problem on your mind, but also the overwhelming thoughts of the neighborhood boy you just met a couple of hours ago. Daniel Larusso. All evening, the only thing that truly plagued your thoughts was how nice his hair looked, how big and bold his brown eyes were, and the way his gentle hands cupped your elbows when he was lifting you up from that hard concrete.

That he caused, you swiftly remembered. Your own thoughts were starting to worry you. Is it healthy to be falling for a guy this quickly, one that you’ve barely even spoken 20 words to? Probably not, that’s for sure.

Reassuringly, you tried to convince yourself that the only reason why you believed these thoughts of Daniel were crowding your head was because of the lack of male attention from peers was starting to get to you. Hopefully, you thought, it’s just a symptom of being a hormonal teen and not the start of something serious…

Besides, what if Daniel knew how hard you were thinking about him right now? Would he approve? Definitely Not!

You glanced at your clock and realized that the party was about to start in 30 minutes and just by walking to the beach alone, it took about that same amount of time in order to get there.

You quickly checked your outfit and hair in the mirror, making sure everything was to perfection and grabbed your bag and headed out of the small apartment building.

Once you reached the end of the staircase and pushed open the wooden entrance leading to the sidewalk, you spotted the one man that was filling your mind; Daniel Larusso.

Of course you would find him here, looking as dashing as he does.

He was standing there in the hot sun and holding his tall bicycle in place

Knowing of your presence, he craned his head behind his back to take a glance at you. His hair was slightly ruffled from the slight wind and he was still wearing that light blue muscle shirt that showcased his broad shoulders. His eyes lightened and his plump lips turned up into a smile.

He faced his body towards you and refreshingly said a nice “Oh hey Y/N! Are you heading to the party too? I was just about to head out until I realized I didn’t know the location haha.” You flashed him a friendly grin of your own. Hoping he wouldn’t notice the small nervousness in your voice, you replied back with a seemingly calm “Yeah I was just about to head out. Do you want help with directions? I can show you the way except I won’t be able to keep up with your bike because I’ll be walking.”

His eyes for a split second flashed with a bright light, almost as if he came up with a brilliant idea on the spot and stated, “Hey, you know we can ride together on my bike? It’ll be faster that way and I don’t wanna arrive there all alone looking like a sore loser who doesn’t know their way.” He let out a chuckle which in turn also caused you to let out a small breathy laugh. His laugh was so contagious, was he always this charming to everyone?

Wait, did he just ask you to take a ride on his bike with him…? To the beach? You and him together all alone being so close with one another?!

He must have noticed you spaced out because Daniel, still keeping his charming grin said, “Soooo, what will it be? Wanna take a ride with me on my Miyagii Turbo?”

Your mind suddenly focused back onto the attractive boy in front of you and as best and as calmly as you could, you replied back with “Yeah why not? How could I pass up a free offer to ride on a speedy motorcycle standing right infront of me?”

Seemingly understanding your teasing, he stated back with a friendly, “Well what are you waiting for? We don’t wanna be late for that awesome party your friend Freddy was gushing about.”

One of his hands held onto the bike handle while the other was held out in an opening embrace; wanting to show you to get on first. “Ladies first you know” he said with a small lipped smile .

Sheepishly, you walked up to the unmotorized vehicle and placed your legs between the bicycle seat. You could feel his weight fall onto the back of the seat you left open for him and in that moment, it was quite clear how close his body was to yours.

With his chest pressing up against your back, you prayed and desperately hoped he couldn’t hear the booming sound of your heartbeat beating loudly in your chest.

Once you two were fully on the bike, the dangers of what could possibly happen were starting to get to you. What if you both fall off the bike together and cause an embarrassment in the middle of the street? What if there’s a huge pothole and you both go flying and end up needing stitches? Or worse…crutches!

As if he was knowingly reading your mind, Daniel took your hands that were clutching the sides of your stomach and gently, placed them onto the metal bicycle handles. He reached his sleeveless arms to be positioned under your armpits and the warmth of him helped a bit in calming down your intense nerves. He reached his head to be on the side of your cheek, leaving a small gap between you two but at the same time, also being as close as ever.

His voice was low and soft and the small warm breaths he would let out would hit the side of your cheek and flutter to your eyelashes. He let out a gentle, “Here, hold your hands onto the bike handles and put your feet on the side of the bike. If you feel like you’re gonna fall, put your feet on top of mine. This way, we’ll have no chance of falling. And if we do, blame it on me okay? Besides, I am the driver.” He let out a friendly grin and a calm chuckle at the end of his words.

He must’ve known about your nerves of falling off the old vehicle. He was so good, too kind.

You turned your head to glance a little back at him. From this angle, you could see all of his features in great detail. He was even prettier than you imagined. You took in his facial features as quickly as you could; the flutter of his soft lashes, the fullness and arch in his brows, the gleam to his soft lips.

Not wanting to seem like a creep, even though crushing on a guy you just met might already be a sign, you reassuringly stated a quiet “Okay, I trust you Daniel. We don’t wanna be late to the party yeah?”

His soft eyes held contact with yours and he gave an acknowledging nod “Yeah we better go, we don’t wanna get there too late then everyone already eating all of the marshmallows, that’ll be bad”

His eyes glanced up to the front of him and you took that as a sign he was about to start pedaling

As you two passed all of the town buildings and started coming closer to the grassland hills that lead to the California beach, Daniel began starting up a conversation.

His tone held a slight nervousness but it also held sympathy, “Y/N, I know you already forgave me but I’m real sorry that I kicked you like that. I swear! I thought no one was behind that creaky old door!”

The warm breeze brushed against your skin and you let out a giggle as you remembered the events that occurred just only hours earlier.

“Daniel I’m not mad. I told you I forgave you so don’t think too deep into it okay? It was only a silly mistake you made that happened to leave me with a bruised elbow.” You mumbled the last part of your teasing and he giggled at your antics.

As he spoke, the rumble of his chest could be felt against your back and in a way, it was comforting feeling those small vibrations against you. “You can probably already tell from my accent but uh, I’m from New Jersey, Newark New Jersey. Me and my mom just moved here because she got a job offer for some wacko computer stuff that I don’t know much about…”

he mumbled the last part and the tone of his voice wasn’t like the cheerful friendly boy you were talking to just a minute ago, it seemed like his voice was almost laced with a ting of sadness and exasperation.

In an effort to converse, you replied back with a “New Jersey is a long way, how are you feeling the Californian warmth? Better than Newark?

He gave a small breathy laugh and replied with his own “The Californian heat is okay… but I don’t think it can beat the peaceful summers of Newark like it is right now in August.”

It was evident that he clearly missed his hometown. Of course he would, after moving in just a day who wouldn’t?

His voice cut off your thoughts with words of his own, “But I guess Newark has its downs though. Ya know in the summer it gets real cold, like, freezing cold!” One day one of my buddy’s eyelashes were covered in frost just from doing a 15 minute walk to school.”

You let out a gasp and as you replied, your voice hitched a bit,”Woah! Really!? I don’t think that could ever happen here in this area. The only time I heard of something happening like that here was when a few kids passed out due to heat exhaustion.”

You could feel his jaw widen a bit against the back of your head. You giggled to yourself secretly, Daniel’s immense shock of the temperature change was quite amusing to you, you’ve never seen anyone be this interested over weather before. “Enough of weather”, Daniel started, “what about you? Have you lived here your whole life?” His chin was touching your cheek again and his body heat was even more prominent than before.

“Oh yeah, I’ve lived in California my whole life. You’ll get used to it after a while.” You noticed the entrance of the beach was coming into view and you shot out a direction to Daniel, “Oh hey! The beach is just right there, turn to the right and we’ll be at the party.”

His feet pedaled faster and he swiftly turned his bike to the right. As you two went down the small hill, you noticed almost everyone in your grade was here and maybe a few upper peers. The sound of 80’s pop could be heard from someone’s radio and groups of boys were playing a variety of sports while a few groups of girls were sitting down and conversing.

Daniel planted his bike in an area of cool shade and you took that as a sign that he was stopping here. You lifted your leg from one side and you kept one hand steady on Daniel’s bike while he took out the metal chain that hanged loosely around his Jean pocket.

“You head down Y/N, I still need put the chain on my bike and I’ll meet you there in a minute.” He leaned down to wrap the metal material around his bicycle’s tire and you replied back with your own “Sure thing Daniel, thanks for the ride by the way.”

He gave a small smile and said a friendly “Hey anytime, thanks for being such a good direction buddy”

He called you buddy, your heart will probably have to register that one later, but now was not the time. Not after seeing all of the wonderland festivities in front of you.

You headed down the steep pathway and into the full view of the beach. As you neared closer to the volleyball net, you heard one of your friends call you over. You recognized her immediately and the small nerves that were hidden deep in your chest were replaced with a feeling of serenity. You quickly jogged over to where she was sitting with a bunch of other girls near her and she patted the area next to her to show an act to sit down next to her.

A few of your prominent friends gave you smiles and waves and welcomed you to the party. One of your friends begins going on about how nervous she is to start school tomorrow while another goes on about how she’s going to miss summer vacation.

The conversation quickly starts to become white noise and your mind begins to focus on Daniel. He was walking down the same steep hill as you and his minute of loneliness was replaced by Freddy quickly calling him over to join them in a game of beach soccer.

Your view of Daniel gets interrupted and instead, your gaze is replaced with two pairs of legs in front of you. You turn your head upwards and you recognize the faces of both. One girl is Ali Mills who was noticeably holding a colorful volleyball in her hand while another was a girl in your grade who you couldn’t quite place the name of. Ali begins to start with a friendly conversation of, “Hey guys, we were just wondering if you wanted to come and play a bit of beach volley with us?” she gives a beautiful smile and a few of your friends began to stand up and follow the two girls to the volleyball net.

Your legs were still a bit bruised from Daniel’s dramatic entrance just earlier this evening and you thought it might be best to continue sitting where you are right now.

As the sky became darker and the sun started to shine less, you and your friends passed the time by talking about random topics like recent gossip, the upcoming school year, and anything you thought was important and needed to be mentioned. Occasionally, you would sneak a glance to Daniel. You tried to convince yourself it was because you were worried about his well-being but you knew that the way you sometimes held your eyes to him too long did not fit the intentions you were trying to convince yourself of.

A group of boys started a small bonfire once the sunset began to show and the smell of hotdogs and sweet marshmallows filled the air. Your friends begin to lie down on the plush towels and you give an excuse of your back hurting.

Your back didn’t truly hurt, but from this position you could see Daniel clearly. His talent with soccer truly did shine and as you watched, mesmerized with the way his strong thigh lifted and touched the soccer ball with every bounce. You did a small grin to yourself but quickly hid your peering eyes from Daniel once you noticed a few nameless girls, including Ali Mills, were starting to make their way over to your area.

As they started to sit down and start a conversation, they first gave a greeting to you and your friends and began conversing with one another again. You silently continued to stare at Daniel until a conversation coming from one of the girls started to peak your interest.

One began a teasing remark of, “Hey you know Ali, that cute brunette over there is sure giving you the eyes. I think he might like you Ali.”

A few other girls started giggling and making oooing noises of their own. Even Ali herself started giggling. It wasn’t as if it wasn’t true. Daniel truly was staring passionately in Ali’s direction and Ali was doing the same. Daniel gave an almost dreamy look towards her while Ali continued to flash her beautiful smile at him. You’ve never seen him look that way before, not even at the old woman’s dog back at the apartment!

You could feel a tang of jealousy deep in your core. You couldn’t deny, it did hurt, but it wasn’t as if you two were dating! You didn’t even know him very well so it didn’t even matter that much anyways. But you still had to take your feelings into acknowledgment and realize a wave of jealousy was slightly attacking you.

Your mind now absentmindedly tried to focus on the bright and warm bonfire in front of you. However It didn’t take long for your thoughts to drift away from the crackling noises and into a series of how Ali Mills always got what she wanted. It wasn’t like she did anything to you, but she had almost everything. She had a nice house, a pretty face, and the attention of male peers that probably expanded until the end of this beach.

To put it in other words, it wasn’t fair, life wasn’t fair.

You eyed Daniel like a hawk, hoping your gaze wouldn’t catch the attention of him and your other peers. “Luckily” for you, he kept goo goo eyeing Ali so he probably wouldn’t notice anyways.

You watched as Daniel continued to smile and interact with Freddy near the campfire. Freddy was going on about something you couldn’t quite hear but Daniel obviously was pleased with the conversation because he kept giving Freddy a small smirk while also keeping his gaze steady on Ali.

Suddenly, Freddy quickly kicked the checkered soccer ball that was laying near his feet across to the group of girls you were sitting by.

You were in such a trance from watching Daniel and Freddy interact that you didn’t even realize Ali almost got hit with a soccer ball. You only started to come to reality when you saw Ali get up, soccer ball in hand.

You could hear a few girls in the back squeal and squirm as they watched their friend slowly walk towards Daniel, and with your eyes steady on her, you nervously watched as Daniel went up to her in order to retrieve the ball Freddy so purposely kicked.

He gave her that same charming smile he gave you when he offered to give you a ride, and suddenly, his grin didn’t feel so special anymore.

You continued to watch as Daniel gave Ali a greeting and of course, they started to easily converse with one another. Your ears started to perk up when Ali shyly told Daniel something along the lines of how she was impressed by Daniel’s soccer skills. Daniel gave a flustered reply back, his face shyly turned towards the ground and if you really paid attention, you could see a slight pink blush coating his high cheekbones. He took the ball from her delicate hands and started bouncing it on his leg just like he was doing before. He’s showing off, you thought exasperatedly.

One of your friends lightly tapped you on the back. You curiously turned your head around and she gave you one of those grins where she was about to say something giddy.

“You know… that new kid and Ali look really cute together. You think he’s gonna be the next Johnny? I hope he is! He’s cute..!”

Her voice trailed slightly as if she was almost talking to herself a bit and you gave her one of your own personal fake excited smiles in order to match her mood. You tried to hide the bits of disappointment that were laced in your tone when you gave her your own reply of, “Yeah they do look pretty cute together. I don’t know if I would call him the new Johnny though…”

Of course Daniel and Ali looked cute together, everyone says that with the new boy she dates every year. And Daniel couldn’t be the new Johnny. Johnny was a privileged rich boy from the hills. Johnny couldn’t even compare to Daniel if you truly wanted to be honest with yourself that day.

She had her mouth slightly agape as if she was about to reply to your statement but her thoughts were interrupted when the loud noise of engines revving and motorcycles could be heard from the top of the beach hill. Everyone turned their heads towards the area of the cause of the interruption.

The boys driving the motorcycles were all young, steering red and gray noisy vehicles and wearing leather jackets with snakes imprinted all over. A sudden realization dawned over you when you started to add up all of the boys’ characteristics.

It was Cobra Kai…

They were notorious in Reseda for picking fights and winning by using their advanced karate skills. Even though most of the members were from The Hills and had money, they formed a small gang that was infamous around your town for holding no mercy for their victims. And ironically speaking of Ali’s boyfriends, Johnny, standing in the front of all of the other motorcyclists, was in the lead…

From your position on the beach, you peered over and saw that Johnny and his friends were shouting something non intelligible and waving their fists in the air on top of the hill as if they were colonists who just conquered some sort of great land.

You started to slightly grow annoyed at the ruckus they were making. What business did they have that they needed to interrupt the party and make a mess of everything?

Everyone’s eyes were on them as they noisily accelerated down the beache’s hill, dirt and mud flying past them, and a small feeling in your gut started to tell you something uneventful was going to happen. With Johnny Lawrence around, something uneventful always happens.

Johnny and his ruckus of a friend group abruptly parked their loud bikes near your area. More specifically, in front of Ali Mills. Everyone knew of their relationship and at their peak, everyone in the school halls would talk about how cute they looked together, how well they complimented each other. But then they suddenly broke up. No one truly knew the reason why. Some suspected Ali decided to break up with him because of Johnny Lawrence’s harsh behavior and dominating personality, but it was hard to see the border between school rumors and the truth.

However, everyone knew Johnny was still stuck on Ali Mills and her past love for him.

Your friend quickly turned her head and glanced in your direction, making a face of worry. She knew something was going to happen tonight too.

Johnny cockily stopped his bike near Ali’s beach towel. His face held a look of tension and if you dare say, a bit of nervousness? As you watched, you saw how he rapidly plopped himself down and folded his legs to sit beside Ali. You couldn’t quite tell what they were saying, something about needing to talk to each other? You couldn’t quite tell you and your friends were too far away to be able to listen.

Suddenly, Johnny harshly grabbed Ali’s radio and quickly stood up. Now with his face tough and shoulders high, he looked annoyed and angry, like a viscous dog festered with rabies ready to attack.

He turned the dial to zero and without the music, the only noise that could now be heard was the nervous murmur of the ongoing party goers and the shuffling of feet hitting the sand that was being caused by Ali and Johnny walking in circles. Without the music, the atmosphere started to grow heavy and tense, and if you may say, a bit awkward.

If Ali wasn’t annoyed now, she truly was this time. The look on her face matched Johnny’s, mean and annoyed.

Ali cried in an angry tone “Give me back my radio!”

Johnny huffed with an annoyed breath and the two started walking in circles again, this time, Ali actively kept trying to grab the radio from Johnny’s hands in which in return he would pull it behind his back.

Couldn’t Johnny see all the trouble he was causing? If he truly wanted to talk to Ali, why couldn’t he do it with her in private. Not doing it here and making a public scene.

Without any predictable notice, Johnny slammed Ali’s radio as hard as he could against the rough sand. You made a small gasp and winced to yourself as you watched, that radio was the latest technology and a bit pricey too if you may add.

By what you could tell, Ali was furiated. So much so that she pushed him real hard on the chest and if it wasn’t for one of Johnny’s friends standing behind him, he would’ve fallen.

You felt bad for Ali. She didn’t deserve this. It wasn’t right for Johnny to storm in here and ruin everyone’s evening. What gave him the right to just come here and ask Ali to talk, most likely about private matters, in front of all these people? What gave him the right to break an expensive radio he didn’t even pay for?

You got too coiled up in watching the fiasco of Johnny and Ali that you didn’t even notice Daniel slowly walking towards the two. In fact, you forgot he was even there at all!

You only started to remember his presence after he came into your peripheral vision and was now slowly bending down to pick up Ali’s now broken radio.

What was he doing? He’s going to get himself in actual trouble. And this time, there will be no mercy nor forgiveness.

A wave of nervousness and fear instantly shot through your chest as you heard Johnny shout some sort of command at Daniel. As if he was trying to pet a rabid dog, Daniel slowly inched the radio towards Ali and she, with the same sort of fear, tried to rapidly take it from him but instead was cut off by Johnny viscously snatching it from him.

You noticed the way Daniel still tried to keep calm and even nervously gave Johnny a friendly smile. You watched as Daniel backed up a few steps and then tried to give the radio back to Ali again.

Although this time, Johnny wasn’t playing anymore games.

Johnny brutally slammed Daniel to the ground and almost as if it were reflexives, you instantaneously shot up straight on your feet. You knew your friends were probably giving you scared and questioning looks right now. But you didn’t care, one of your own friends was in danger.

You saw how Daniel’s smile faded and his friendly and easy going personality was now over. His eyes were now filled with an unexpected rage and emotion you would have never thought he could have had. He quickly stood back on his feet and tried to lunge towards Johnny in an attempt to knock him over.

You wanted to scream and shout at Daniel that Johnny truly would kick him until he bled. You felt slightly guilty for not being able to tell Daniel that Johnny was a skilled fighter who took expensive fighting classes. But your hands were tied. If you rushed over there and told Daniel to quit it and go home then you too would be targeted. And if you stayed here you would have to watch your friend get embarrassed and beaten in front of all these people, making a fool out of himself in the end.

Johnny put his foot in front of Daniel, making him effectively trip over himself. Daniel awkwardly fell face flat onto the rough sand, you winced a bit as you noticed Daniel getting a handful of sand in his mouth and was now subtly spitting it out while still maintaing eye contact with now an even angrier look in his eyes than before.

Even after that quick embarrassing moment, Daniel shot straight back up onto his feet again and went into an almost awkward type of karate fighting stance.

Karate wasn’t weird or anything. But after seeing his horrible posture and slightly shaking arms that were balled into tight fists, you could positively say it was quite embarrassing and after seeing him try to take down Johnny using Karate, you knew you wouldn’t be able to watch anymore.

You started to quickly jog over to the area where Daniel’s bicycle was placed and you hid behind a tree. From this view, you watched as Johnny continued to beat the tar out of Daniel. Each time Daniel tried to fight back, he always ended up back on the ground again. You thought Freddy might’ve tried to end the fight or at least help Daniel, but all he was doing was standing there, giving Daniel pitiful looks while he was weak and vulnerable on the ground.

Thankfully, Johnny had enough of roughing up Daniel and ended the fight by giving Ali back her radio and giving Daniel one last harsh shove.

His group of Cobra Kais evilly chuckled and watched as Daniel stood lying there with a bag full of sand in his mouth and clothes. You felt terrible for having to leave Daniel there all alone, but for his and your safety, you had to hide out for a bit longer until everyone left.

You peered over and saw how the Cobra Kai’s quickly left, riding almost triumphantly on their red and black motorcycles and Cobra Kai jackets. Everyone, including your friend group, started to quickly pack up and leave after watching the foolish “fight” between Daniel, Johnny, and Ali.

You were tired and you too, wanted to leave yourself. But you knew you had to stay here and at least help Daniel get home safely.

You continued to closely watch as each and every one of your future classmates who attended the party leave in bundles; all leaving without never having something to say about what went on tonight.

Finally, the last person to leave was Ali Mills. She bent down and gave Daniel a comforting rub on his back. From your view, you had no idea what she was telling him but she must’ve been trying to comfort him or something along those lines.

You gave a guess that he must have dismissed her since she started to slowly walk back towards where her and her friend’s car were stationed.

Once everyone was finally gone, you gave a sigh of relief and quickly and silently as best as you could, making sure to hide in the shadows to avoid the stares of the possible night surfers that were still beside the beache’s waves, you jogged over to where Daniel was now sitting up beside the ongoing campfire that was now abandoned and left to burn.

He was sitting on a wooden bench that was beside the fire with his arms on top knees. His cheek was resting on his biceps and he looked deep in thought. The expression on his face was solemn and cheerless.

The slightly cold summer night breeze gave a small harsh blow, your hairs and goosebumps stood up and you started to realize how nervous you were about having to confront Daniel about this. You knew he was your friend, but what if he didn’t want anymore company after what happened today? What if he got mad upon seeing your presence and told you to scram, breaking your newly formed and possibly delicate bond?

As if you were approaching a ferocious tiger, you quietly and tensley walked behind Daniel’s broad shoulders.

Politely and not wanting to disturb his peace, you stiffly anchored your body to sit down beside him.

You curiously turned your head towards Daniel just enough to see his reaction. Even from just his side view, you could see that his soft lips turned upwards into a friendly smile, almost happy if you didn’t notice the ting of sadness that was evident in his eyes.

You gave a quiet sigh of relief to yourself and before you could even turn your head to fully face him, his lips quirked up into a small, friendly, tight lipped smile. “Hey y/n” his voice was soft and acknowledging, but also held a small trace of needing a large amount of good quality sleep.

“Hey Daniel, I just, um, I saw what happened-between you know, you and Johnny” Your nerves were all over the place again and all you wanted to do was just get Daniel and you back home so you could fall asleep in your soft, deliciously enticing bed. You didn’t want to touch on the subject anymore, but you knew that you had to confront Daniel about it in order to see if he was okay.

He let out a short and soft hushed laugh “Yeah I mean, it’s fine I guess. It was-it was stupid of me to stand up to him like that.”

Your eyebrows narrowed in frustration. “No, no, it’s not okay! He shouldn’t have pushed you down like that-he shouldn’t- he didn’t have the right to just disrespect you and treat you like that in front of everyone.” You were rambling, but you didn’t care, you wanted to shove it through Daniel’s thick skull that he wasn’t allowed to think it was alright to be treated like that, especially by Johnny.

You turned to look at Daniel and you were surprised that he was now shooting you a charming smile, very unlike the one he was displaying just minutes before. “Thanks y/n, I’m glad you stayed and waited for me.” His view turned to focus on the gentle beach waves in the distance that were reflecting a beautiful image of the silver moon.

You followed his gaze. “No problem-I mean, who else was gonna take me home on their Miyagii Turbo.”

He gave a soft but happy giggle at your words and you were just glad that he was starting to feel better. However, all of your problems weren’t solved yet. You were so focused on making Daniel feel better that when he turned to face you again, the left side of his face was now fully exposed; revealing his dark purple, bruised and swollen black eye.

The dark purple stain started from the top of his eyelid and traveled all the way to his cheekbone. The wounded bruise was almost laughable if you weren’t so worried about Daniel’s wellbeing right now. It was slightly funny due to him resembling those cute panda bears you see when going to the zoo.

Worriedly, you gasped upon seeing his eye. “Oh gosh Daniel, are you um, does your black eye hurt at all right now?”

His face quickly switched to an expression of confusion but mainly, shock. “Oh man I got a black eye? I knew my eye was hurting real bad for no reason. I thought I just bruised it a little bit nothin too serious…” His hand went to touch the bruised flesh on the left side of his skin, feeling around the center of his eye until he gave another worried expression. “Oh man… I don’t- I don’t know what I’m gonna tell my ma. She’s gonna be worried sick if she ever saw me wearing this panda eye around!

In an attempt to calm him down again, you suggested a solution that would hopefully, smooth his worries and definitely solve yours too. “Daniel, how about we go back home. It’s getting late and… I have some ointment at home that’ll help with that…” you pointed towards his bruised eye and watched as his anxious expression turned blank.

He blinked, looking almost stooped for a moment and then turned to face the sea again. “I mean… yeah it is getting pretty late and-everything that went on today is kinda starting to get to me.”

His hand reached up to rub his sleepy eyes, wincing after he accidentally rubbed his panda eye. You chuckled to yourself quietly after watching him make a silly mistake that he would probably only do.

You noticed that his hand was littered with small cuts and bruises, you’ll have to patch that up too when you both get home.

You silently got up and stretched you arms and legs, you peered down to watch Daniel and lightly tapped his shoulder to signal to him you were leaving.

As he turned his head to look at you, you began walking back to where his bicycle was, he gave you a smile with squinted eyes and dimples lightly fading into his skin.

He quickly started to get up and ran towards your direction, yelling a friendly command to wait up for him.

As you two walked back towards his bicycle, he laid his arm on top of your head and gave you a happy smile and then turned to look up towards the sky, watching the bright and beautiful full moon shine in the dark hours of the night.

You couldn’t help but smile as you watched his sultry eyes show a reflection of the moon he was so admiring right now.

You both were admiring the same moon, the same beauty and shine, just in different views and eyes.

He continued to walk with you, his arm still laying on top of your head. He lowered it and it was now lazily wrapped around your shoulders, his slender fingers now cupping the heel of your shoulder in his hand. You tried not too hard to focus on the way his warm skin was rubbing against the back of your neck. But it was almost impossible with the way his warmth was comforting you in the cold night.

He turned to look at you again, the bright moon still shining in his eyes. “You know y/n, you’re a real good friend. I’m not real sure what I would’ve done without you right now but… I’m glad you stayed for me. Even though we just met, I can tell we’ll be real good friends.”

You pushed the thought of Daniel only seeing you as a “good friend”. And for right now, you couldn’t ruin this moment with Daniel and you didn’t want to either. Instead, you just gave a small meek smile of your own and turned to meet his sleepy eyes again. “Yeah me too.. I um, I agree. I think we’ll be really good friends too.”

You both continued to walk up the hill, finding peace in each other's silence and instead focusing on the light whispers of the wind and the small swoosh noise the dark waves would make in the black ocean.

Daniel untied his bike from the large tree stem and grabbed the handle bars with his two hands, holding on to them so you could get on with stability.

Instead, you didn’t want to be the one to go on first, you knew that on the way back home, your body would betray you and you would probably end up hitting your head on the metal bicycle bar from immense exhaustion.

“Daniel, if you don’t mind…do you think that this time I can, I don’t know, maybe ride in the back instead of the front?”

His mouth fell slightly agape with a small emotion of suprise. He blinked. “Yeah of course, no problem. Hold on to my shoulders though so you don’t fall yeah?”

You gave him a friendly nod of agreement and as soon as he settled himself against his bike, you sluggishly sat on the remainder of the bicycle seat.

You were too tired to really think anymore, your body just did what it thought was best and you totally forgot about holding onto Daniel’s shoulders and instead, your arms instinctively went underneath Daniel’s armpits and wrapped around his muscular flesh.

After that, everything felt like a blur. The last thing you could remember was laying your cheek against the warmth of Daniel’s back and as your mind started to fade into the land of dreams, the last thing you could sense was the small rumble against your cheek and a low chuckle coming from the person you were wrapped around, succumbing to only being able to feel the comforting warmth that was radiating from the man in front of you.

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emry-stars-art · 11 months

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Regarding the incredible royal AU (THAT I LOVE SO MUCH ALREADY🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡) If that’s okay I would love to hear more about andreil and what happens next? Maybe about them becoming official (like official official- being recognised as a prince and his betrothed/ husband(?)) (I guess it depends if in your AU people officially recognise gay relationships (hopefully they do? :D) and just the overall reactions to that event or maybe like the scene of one of them proposing to the other (I don’t really know about engagements in history, do you need to properly court somebody? Or do you just give them a ring and ask?)

This is getting long and you don’t need to answer or anything but I just wanted to say I absolutely adore the way u draw the characters and their poses and interactions and I always love your additions like headcanons and notes and stuff (it’s honestly thrilling to read I can’t stop I love it so much)🥰🥹❤️❤️❤️ Hope you have a good day!!

Hello!! First thank you so much you’re so kind to come here and say all these things 🥹💕

As for andreil becoming official - I think yes. When I do royal aus I wouldn’t necessarily call the universe/world “queer normative” because the higher in station you go, the more true “straight until proven otherwise” holds - no one frowns on gay relationships and the setting is perfectly accepting, they just kind of… expect their rulers to be straight for bloodline convenience and all that 🤷 and it’s not like Andrew is trying to be subtle either, he keeps his relationships and ‘affairs’ to himself well but once he actually takes a liking to Abram he’s not really trying to hide it (case in point: here). He just lets the rumors about his sexuality spread and hopes he won’t have to make a big deal about coming out.

The really really fun part about universes like this is that we can kind of make up the traditions to be whatever we want! I love love love the idea of courting, I think it’s got great possibilities (and I’m so certain Aaron courting Katelyn was like the floweriest, cutest thing ever omg) so I’d love to make Andrew actually commit to courting Abram 😂 But like in canon where Andrew and Neil (and this is only a widely accepted head canon) don’t make a big deal about a proposal and wedding, probably having a tiny wedding or just going to the courthouse - Prince Andrew doesn’t make it a grand, super special thing like King Aaron and Katelyn wanted to. He picks the parts he likes and makes sure he meets all the basic expected requirements (because I want SO BADLY for Andrew to secretly be a sap, he likes the romantic stuff he just doesn’t like making it public) and then when Abram wants to, they get married and Abram becomes whatever title is next in line after prince. Duke? I don’t remember right now but yeah to avoid confusion/political issues he is not technically also considered a prince.

The people as a general rule love this, people like parties and they like celebration and a wedding is both of those and the prince seems happy so that’s as good as it’s gonna get. No one’s going to be able to say Abram doesn’t make them a tiny bit wary because let’s be real. Abram’s nature before you get to know him can be off putting. But that’s the only real thing anyone would have against their marriage.

ANYWAY. god there’s so many ways it could go, so many little things and fun possibilities to consider when you think about an Abram/Andrew courtship and SINCE WE GET TO MAKE UP THE RULES?? If you guys start putting courtship ideas in the tags and replies I might melt omg 😭🥰 sappy Andrew, Abram picking up on it when he realizes how much Andrew likes it (the only thing he’s actually sappy about is making Andrew blush and making him feel special in ways that aren’t just because of his station), parts they put on for show and the little cute things they do for each other when no one else is there… AUGH

Yeah to answer your question: the people are surprised but cool with a gay prince, they think his fiancé’s a little spooky but whatever, and andreil court at Andrew’s pace and get married when Abram is ready and everyone is happy :D

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kit-williams · 27 days

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Thank you for helping me figure out which legion he’s part of! … Not that the ‘net is entirely helpful on the general nature of what they are like. Is it true that they tend to come in paks, though they visit one at a time? Or is that just one of the silly internet rumors that some people spread around?

It’s part of the policy to explain procedures to the patients before doing them - and to check in with the patient at every step, to ensure that they are as comfortable as they can be during different procedures/tasks so that they don’t feel confused or unsure as to what’s going on. Hopefully the explanation will be enough for the astartes as well?

And this particular patient needs help with certain range of motion exercises that will cause them some moderate pain/discomfort… On the other hand, part of my training in the medical field is how to talk down combative patients/family members (and, how to duck a punch). I’ve heard that Astartes can move really, really fast which does make me nervous…

But I won’t be deterred from taking care of the patients under my care, just because they’ve got an astartes who cares for them!

Also... I keep reading about something about bonds? Between astartes and humans? Is it like... Familial bonds? Or Bonds of Friendship, or does it have to do with however they keep popping out of... Wherever they are from to appear on Earth?

Medical Anon

Yeah rule of thumb is that they come in packs. You might have met all the members of the "pack", rarely is it ever just one Alpha Legionary. Though you might only get to see one. It might also depend on if the person in question can handle a pack or not but with you being there you just have to worry about there only being one.

The explanation should help inform the Astartes what is going on. You ever seen the omae wa mou shindeiru meme? Sometimes that is how fast they can move... they don't often move at full speed but when they do... they really shouldn't be able too. However its an Alpha legionary they've probably done their own research and know what to expect so they wont react violently.

All we know about bonds comes from people explaining what their Astartes told them or from Astartes themselves. They sound more akin to familial/found family bonds and with a dash of the bonds of friendship. Yeah not much is known where they're coming from just that they keep showing up... which might be another thing you have to be aware of. While they all might be coming from this place it sounds like they aren't all coming from it at the same time.

So with your next patient with an Astartes just be aware of that.

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stardustbarbarians · 2 years

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All the Subliminal Things

A Jake Kiszka / fem!reader fic

Summary: Jake always was a sucker for all the little things about you.

Tags: schedule an appointment with your dentist beforehand because this fluff will rot your teeth, Jake is so madly in love with you (as he should be), getting together, the boys being themselves, blink and you miss it Sanny

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A/N: I'm so sorry that this took so long! Fluff isn't my most comfortable trope to write but I wanted to work outside my comfort zone. Any constructive criticism would be much appreciated! Please enjoy!

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For as long as he can remember, you were a part of Jake’s life. While that wasn’t necessarily true, you were everywhere he looked in his memory. You were his second friend - Josh being his first.

You were the only one who wanted to play with the cardboard building blocks with him.

“Let’s build a fort!” you cried after his wall had tumbled due to one of the other kids tripping and knocking into it.

He was trying not to cry, but he had spent so much time on that wall for it only to be destroyed in a heartbeat.

“It’ll be fun! And harder to knock down,” you continued, beaming down at him.

“Really?” he hopefully replied, looking up at the blurry figure in front of him. Guess his attempts not to cry were fruitless.

“Yeah! We can defend it and we can hide from the others!”

He couldn’t help it, your smile was just so contagious. Jake felt his tears begin to dry as you began collecting the green rectangles scattered across the classroom floor.

The days of his youth began bleeding together, blurring in the way that time tended to pass in. The years began to fly by, his k-12 education over within the blink of an eye. One day he was chasing you with a worm around the playground and the next he was studying for the SATs with you and Josh in his dining room.

“Guys, I need a break. Let’s go do something,” Josh whined, slumping in his seat in a dramatic exhibit of his exhaustion.

“Like what? It’s 11 at night, everything is closed,” Jake refuted, rubbing his forehead to try and subdue a headache.

“Why don’t you guys show me that new song you’re working on?” you suggested, looking up at the ceiling in thought. It was something you’d always done since you were little, something that Jake couldn’t stop himself from smiling at each time he saw it.

“Sam is already in bed and Danny’s parents won’t let him over this late,” Josh sighed.

“Who said we need a rhythm section right now?”

Jake and Josh shared a look with one another, unsure of their next course of action. If they played the song they knew they would want to work on it more; Sam and Danny would be upset if they weren’t involved in the writing process. The twins acknowledged this in their silent conversation to one another, both not wanting to deal with a whiny Sam the next day.

“Do it for me? I won’t tell the boys if you don’t, it can be our little secret,” you whispered, blocking one side of your mouth with your hand.

That was another thing Jake liked about you, he was never really able to say no to you. If you had asked for the sun, he’d find a way to put it in a jar and hand it to you just to see you smile.

He didn’t see the look Josh shot him because he was too focused on the way your hair slipped off your shoulder as you leaned forward, his eyes tracing the way it reflected the light from the dining room lamp overhead.

“What they don’t know won’t hurt them, right?” Jake asked, turning to his older brother. Josh could only sigh as he recognized the infatuated look in his twin’s eyes, knowing that he’d lost this fight.

“Alright, fine. But you two will be the ones dealing with Sammy when he throws a fit,” Josh relented, closing his notebook with a sigh.

Jake gave you a high-five, the both of you sharing huge grins with one another.

Jake was the one to suggest that they play outside to lessen the chances of his younger brother hearing. It was warm enough outside that you didn’t need to wear parkas and full snow gear, but a jacket was still required.

“Did you guys know that dandelion leaves are actually edible?” their friend informed them seemingly out of the blue.

The twins both looked over to find that you were no longer walking next to them but rather had stopped a few feet back. You were crouched near the ground, your fingers wrapped around the stem of the weed that was growing near your feet. With a crisp and careful *snap*, you broke the seeding flower off its stem.

“No they’re not,” Josh dismissed, a lift to one of his eyebrows.

Jake watched the corners of your lips tug upwards as you gazed down at the white dandelion, twirling it between your fingers. “Look for them in those bagged salad mixes next time you’re at Kroger.”

Josh just shrugged his shoulders and continued to make his way towards your favorite spot in the trees. Jake didn’t. He was too captivated by the way the palid moonlight illuminated your skin and gave you this almost ethereal quality. He didn’t want to take his eyes off of you and miss any detail of you; even the tiny shuffle of your shoe in the grass and the way you tucked the hair behind your ear he committed to memory. In that moment, there was no such thing as frivolous details to him.

He always adored the way you would randomly spout facts that had no relevance to what was going on at the moment, those tidbits of information seeming to bubble to the surface and are unable to contain them. He felt himself melt when you closed your eyes briefly before you puffed a gust of air onto the plant, the seeds floating away from the stem and carried by the soft breeze of the night. His heart jumped when you looked back at him, a soft smile on your features that was only for him.

Jake didn’t consider himself a selfish person, but he wanted you to look at none other the way you just looked at him. He suddenly understood that if you ever smiled at someone else like that, it would cause damage to his heart that never would heal. He would stand by and watch you fall in love with someone else. He would sooner bleed himself dry before he would interfere with your happiness. And if that meant you being with a person that wasn’t him, then he was willing to suffer silently and pine after you just to see you receive the happiness you deserve.

Oh, fuck

“Do you wanna know what I wished for?” you asked him, seemingly ignorant to the insurmountable emotions he was experiencing inside.

He gulped, clenching his hands into fists in the desperate hope that you wouldn’t notice they were shaking.

“If you tell me then it won’t come true,” he shakily replied, a nervous smile spreading on his lips.

The giggle you let out made Jake’s heart jump. “You’re right. Best I don’t tell you, then.”

I’m in love with her

+++

Despite the major and earth-shattering revelation he had earlier in the night, Jake was able to play Black Smoke Rising without a hitch. Josh was actually the one to mess up, forgetting the lyrics of the first verse and playing it off as a joke.

Even though he played well, Josh didn’t miss the way his twin looked about as tense as a rabbit that had spotted a predator. One wrong move and he would be sent into a spiral.

After covering a few songs, you decided it was time to go home. It was getting late and you didn’t want to keep your father waiting up any longer.

After you left, that’s when the levee broke.

“Josh, I’m freaking out,” Jake blurted out after he heard your car drive away.

“Why? What’s wrong?” Josh wore a mask of concern as he noticed just how frantic his brother was.

“I love her, I’m in love with my best friend.”

Josh pursed his lips, his hand coming to clamp over his mouth. Noticing his shoulders were shaking, that’s when Jake realized he was being laughed at.

“This isn’t funny, Joshua!”

“Sorry, sorry,” he chuckled, making a token attempt at stopping his chortling. Jake just grimaced at Josh, waiting for him to stop.

“Did you just figure this out?” the older twin questioned, humor still in his tone as he wiped at his eyes.

“What are you talking about?”

The oldest son burst back into another bout of laughter as he realized just how oblivious Jake was about himself.

“Jake, I’m so sorry you found out this way. We all thought you knew.”

“Fuck you,” Jake spat, crossing his arms over his chest.

“You’ve had feelings for her since we were in kindergarten, dude. I can’t believe it took you this long to figure it out,” Josh pointed out.

Jake opened his mouth to retort that statement, but came up blank. It was true, he had feelings for you ever since he could remember, but he only could put a name to it now.

“Well, I’m glad you’ve finally realized it and I hope you get the girl.”

“You think I have a chance?” Oh god, that hadn't even crossed his mind. What if you didn’t like him the way he liked you?

Josh didn’t know how to respond to that. It wasn’t his place to give away your feelings like that. “I think you’ve got a shot, Jakey.”

+++

You had always loved rainstorms, especially storms that you could sit outside and watch. It had been during one of those storms you loved so much that Jake confessed to you.

It was as spontaneous as the storm that battered down onto you. You and Jake were in downtown Frankenmuth to find your mother a birthday gift when the heavens seemed to open up and pour buckets of rain upon all the unsuspecting bystanders.

The streets quickly emptied as people took refuge in their cars or into stores, but you two didn’t. You both laughed as you became drenched, enjoying the spontaneity of the moment. Jake would’ve joined in with the rest of the crowd and hidden within a store, but he looked to you to see what you would do.

“Oh! I love this song!” you cried upon recognizing the Neil Young tune as it played over the external speakers of the shop you both were standing in front of.

Jake’s favorite song had never been from Neil Young before. It wasn’t that he hated Neil Young, in fact he thought Neil Young was a brilliant songwriter, but his songs just never made it into his favorites slot.

That was about to change.

Swept in the moment and deciding to just go with his heart, Jake offered you his hand. “May I have this dance?”

“Of course you can.” You giggled and took his hand.

He pulled you into his arms and swayed you to the rhythm of Heart of Gold, the rain long since soaked you to the bone. Jake’s heart was thrumming in his chest as you beamed up at him, smiling back down at you tenfold.

Jake lifted your interlocked hands over your heads as a signal for you to twirl, which you did. It was after you returned into his arms that he blurted out his feelings.

“I love you so much.”

You froze in place for a moment, sending a spike of fear through Jake’s chest. “Are you serious?”

He gulped, his blood running cold. He knew that he would stay by your side no matter what was about to happen, it didn’t mean that he wanted to be heartbroken. Not trusting his ability to speak, all he did was nod in affirmation.

He had no idea how it happened, but one moment he was in fear of experiencing emotional damage and the next he was kissing you in the rain like some romantic Hollywood director’s dream. The two of you pulled out of the kiss only to tightly hug one another.

“I love you too, Jakey,” you admitted into his ear. His smile was splitting his face in half.

The two of you kissed again, tasting the rain against each other’s lips. Underneath the patter of the drops, Mr. Young was still singing.

I’ve been a miner for a heart of gold

“Do you remember that night a few months ago when we were studying for the SATs and I convinced you guys to play Black Smoke Rising and I asked you if you wanted to know what I wished for?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“You were what I wished for,” you admitted, your smile seeming to provide the sunlight in the cloudbank.

Jake, once again overwhelmed with his love for you, leaned in and kissed you. He would never get tired of the way he could just do that now.

+++

It wasn’t long after that that the band began taking off. One minute Jake was performing in a dive bar and the next thing he knew he’s playing for coachella. You and Jake were attempting to find where Sam had run off to a few minutes after that performance had finished.

“It’s only been five minutes, where the hell could he have gone?” you ask, your concern evident in your voice. Sam is a big boy and he can handle himself, but that’s not to say that other people won’t go feral at the sight of him.

“I knew we never should’ve let him off leash,” Jake commented, leaning towards your ear so that you could hear him over the loud music. You burst out laughing, making a warmth flower in his chest that had nothing to do with the desert heat.

Jake once again found himself wondering how he got so goddamn lucky that you loved him back.

“Jake!”

He was snapped out of his thoughts at the sound of his little brother calling his name, looking over to see him waving frantically. Sam was with someone at the barrier who seemed familiar, but Jake couldn’t place why. He took your hand and guided you over, still trying to place where he’d seen the man at the barrier before.

“There he is! Our intrepid guitar player!” Sam cried, a look in his eye that screamed “for the love of god help me”. To say that Jake was confused was an understatement. Why did Sam look so distressed?

“Sammy, hey man. What’s going on?” It was a vague enough question to make it seem like it could also be a greeting.

“Jake Kiszka, man, I’m a huge fan,” the man - who was wearing a matching blue floral pattern shirt and shorts - admitted, holding out his hand intending for Jake to shake. He was about the same age as him and Josh. Sharing an unsure look with both you and Sam, he shook the guy’s hand. If he was just a regular fan, why was Sam freaking out so much?

“Glad to hear that.” The smile Jake was wearing was forced, but only those that knew him would recognize that.

“I’m Justin,” the man at the barrier introduced, a smile offered with his name.

Immediately, Jake knew who he was talking to. At the recognition, he glanced over at Sammy to find a look that displayed nothing but disgust hidden behind that Midwest kindness they were both raised with.

“Justin Bieber! Wow! You guys should get a picture!” You posited, a bright smile on your face. Jake saw right through it; all he saw was mischief. You knew how much both brothers hated being around this pop star and you wanted to be a little shit by prolong their suffering.

“Yeah, I’d love that!” Justin agreed.

“Babe, why don’t you get in the picture?” Jake tried, knowing you hated pop music just as much as he and the rest of the band did.

“Aww, I’d love to, but someone has to take it,” you “regretfully” state, taking your phone out of your pocket.

Seeing no other option, the guitarist draped his arm over his little brother’s shoulders and posed. He knew that if he tried to smile it would look incredibly forced, so he opted to look stoic.

“Smile, boys!” you prompted, barely hiding your devilish smile. Out of the corner of his eye, Jake saw Sam follow the order reluctantly. What Sam was wearing could be classified more as a grimace than a smile. Jake barely attempted a smile, just quirked his lip up enough for it to maybe seem real.

“Alright! It was nice meeting you, Justin!” you rush after sliding your phone back into your pocket. Jake and Sam took the opportunity and got away from Justin as soon as possible, but not so quickly that it was rude.

“I can’t believe you made us take a picture with him!” Sam cried as soon as he was out of earshot.

Jake watched as your smile grew even more devilish. “Not just take a picture with him.”

His heart dropped at the statement. You had something up your sleeve and that grin meant it was nothing good.

Just as he suspected, it wasn’t good. You held up your phone, Instagram open on the screen. You had posted the picture and tagged Justin Beiber. It wouldn’t be long before his fans and Justin’s would take this picture and run with it.

“You are evil, darling. Pure evil,” he assigns, the admiration not subtle in his voice at all.

“You love it,” you coo.

“Yes, yes I do,” Jake confirmed, pulling you into his arms.

Sam made a disgusted noise before making an excuse about needing to find his Birkenstocks. A few minutes later he found you two in the trailer the band was using, attempting to fend off dehydration.

“He stole my Birkenstocks!!”

+++

A year had gone by and Sam had not shut up about Justin Beiber’s kleptomaniac tendencies. Everyone had just learned to shut it out and not to engage lest you want Sam to launch into a rant about it.

In fact, that's what he was talking about while sitting in the cabin the five of you had rented out during a break they had during tour. Granted, he smoked so much weed that he was about as high as god.

It was late in the summer, the humidity high and the temperature even higher. Though the sun was setting and along with it the heat of the day. The cabin was beginning to be bearable enough that cooking wouldn’t make the inside of it feel like the fiery pits of hell; it didn’t have any air conditioning in it.

Jake was watching you from his place in the kitchen, the golden hour sunlight streaming through the window and catching all the dust mites lazily floating through the air. The sunlight had caught your hair, giving it a glowing quality that struck him right in the chest and stopped him right in his tracks. He knew he was a broken record at this point, but seeing you in these small moments made him really count his blessings.

Then you shot him a look that told him how unimpressed you were with Sam’s redundant story and he felt his heart stop. How many times could he fall in love with you all over again like it was the first time?

You didn’t even notice his reaction before you went back to pretending to listen to Sammy ramble on about his shoes being stolen. However, Daniel, who was helping Jake cook dinner, noticed.

“You alright, man?” he asked, his voice low enough that no one else heard. He was chopping up some vegetables for Sam’s dish, the rest of the group just having hamburgers.

Jake tore his eyes away from you regretfully before addressing Daniel. “Have you ever been so in love with someone that each time you even glance at them it feels like you fall in love with them all over again?”

“That bad, huh?” Daniel let out a low whistle, the surprise in his face evident by the way his eyebrows were raised. However, there was a note of understanding in his tone.

“Danny, there hasn’t been a day that has gone by that I don’t feel overwhelmed by how much I love her.”

“Well, to answer your question; yes, I have felt that way before,” the younger one responded, his eyes flicking over to where you, Sam, and Josh were sitting. He was too fast for Jake to pick up on who he was referring to, but Jake had an idea.

“Does Sam know?” Jake asked, only slightly surprised. He was with the two of them almost every single day, it wasn’t surreptitious.

“No, and I’d appreciate it if you kept that between the two of us,” Danny pleaded, his eyes on the vegetables he was chopping.

“Of course, you have my word,” Jake swore, only slightly offended that Daniel would think he wouldn’t keep his secret.

“But this isn’t about me right now. Do you think you could see yourself spending the rest of your life with her?”

The question made Jake stall, his spatula mid scoop on the hamburger patty. He wasn’t expecting that question at all.

“I don’t know, I’ve never thought about that.”

Daniel just shrugged at Jake’s statement. “We’re all still young, that’s alright.”

“How much longer? We’re all starving over here!” Josh interrupted, his head tipped back against the chair he was leaning against while sitting on the floor.

“Keep asking and I’ll make sure you die starving!” Jake instantly called back, his irritation at his twin skyrocketing within the blink of an eye.

“At the rate you’re cooking, that’s very likely to happen!” At that point, Josh had turned his body to fully face his younger twin. Once he did that, you were on your feet and ready to step in between the two of them if need be. Daniel had also prepared to intervene, his knife set safely to the side.

“Good! And when you die I’ll release all that footage of our ‘movies’,” Jake threatened, his spatulata pointed at Josh.

At that threat, Josh went blanche white. He knew how embarrassing those movies the two of them made when they were in middle school. “You wouldn’t dare; you’d be embarrassing yourself as well.”

“So don’t die, problem solved,” Jake responded over his shoulder, plating the hamburgers that had finally finished cooking.

“Awww, you don’t want me dead,” Josh cooed, his hands fluttering to his heart in endearment.

Jake just hummed noncommittally, the heat from the fresh burgers warming up the hand he was holding the plate with. “Dinner’s ready.”

+++

Once everyone had finished up eating, Sam had the idea of setting up a bonfire on the beach that bordered their cabin. That was about five hours ago. The five of them had all drank an average of three beers per person, except Sam. He slammed about ten plus after Josh had dared him to shotgun three in a row. You had tried to protest, but once those boys had a stupid idea in their heads it was near impossible to convince them not to do it.

About an hour earlier, Danny had carried Sam inside bridal style after Sam had passed out to take care of him. Josh had gone in before that to shower and read. It was just you and Jake cuddled up next to the fire that was slowly smoldering to embers.

You hardly needed it, but there was a blanket wrapped around both of you. One of Jake’s acoustics was laying by your sides having been brought out at the start of the night. There was a slight breeze that gently toyed with both of your hair and being the cause of your need for the blanket. Jake had his chin rested on your head and his hands atop your own. He had no idea that he was idly stroking your skin along to the riff of Flower Power that was playing in his head; the song that he wrote for you.

“Y’know, everyone thinks that the happiest I am is when I’m on stage,” Jake softly commented out of the blue. He stared down at the small flames that were dutifully licking at the air, mostly blue with only hints of yellow.

“Is that not where you’re happiest?” you respond in the same volume that Jake had spoken in.

“No. It’s right here with you.”

“Please. I didn’t know this was a 90’s romcom all of the sudden,” you scoff, a bright smile on your face as you wave your boyfriend off.

“No, I’m serious!” he giggled, circling his arms around you so you couldn’t run away from him. That caused you to laugh, Jacob’s heart jumping for joy at the sound. Your token struggling made Jake tip back onto the sand, still holding onto you.

“You’re my happy place too, you sap,” you return, the smile on your face splitting it in half. The firelight behind you gave you an ethereal quality as Jake looked up at you.

“I love you,” he confessed. It wasn’t the first time he had said that to you, but he knew it was something more this time around.

You knew it too. “I love you too, Sir Jacob Thomas.”

Yeah, she’s someone I can spend the rest of my life with.

+++

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Stitches and Swimming (Steve Harrington x F!Plus! Reader)

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Needle & Thread

In the weeks since your first date with Steve Harrington, you realized there were a lot of things you didn’t know about him. The innocent crush you’d had on him in freshman year hadn’t ever gotten past the ‘staring longingly’ phase, and now that you were seeing him regularly, you were learning all of the little things you had wanted to know back then. You’d made a list in your head of the ones you expected the least, and found yourself adding to it pretty often.

One, Steve was a certified lifeguard.

You’d been on your third date, headed home for the evening when he pointed to the public swimming pool, empty in the dark, and like he couldn’t possibly contain himself, exclaimed “Did you know I’m a lifeguard?”

“Yeah?” you had been dozing, lazily staring out the window and listening to the tape he was playing, but his excitement stirred you, and you played along, sitting up and glancing at the pool as you drove past like somehow you’d be able to see him on the guard tower.

“Since 1983, baby. Certified and everything.” He was immensely proud of that fact, if the huge grin on his face was anything to go by, and you couldn’t help but laugh. The idea of Steve taking so much pride in something so small was absolutely adorable.

“Was it for the bikinis or the mouth to mouth resuscitation?” He looked away from the road just for a second to glance at you, his silhouette lit blue by the dashboard, his proud smile turning smug.

“Both. Hey, you wanna come swim in my pool later?” He was only half-joking, and you both knew it, but you rolled your eyes at him anyway, sinking into your seat with a low groan.

“That’s your master plan? Hope I drown in your pool?”

“Almost drown, Sweetheart. I’m gonna save you, obviously.”

“My hero.” he laughed at your monotone, grabbing your hand and messily interlocking your fingers.

“You can count on it.”

Two, He was an amazing babysitter.

You’d been half right when you’d assumed that Dustin, the teenager he was constantly driving around and hanging out with was probably his best friend. The other half that you hadn’t expected was the entire group of smart-ass 13 year olds that Steve led around like a mother hen, Dustin included. You hadn’t even directly met them yet, but their effect on Steve was immediately noticeable.

It was sweet, seeing how much he cared while trying so hard to pretend he didn’t; driving them around, keeping them safe and watching out for them. You told him as much one afternoon over the phone, after he dejectedly told you he and their party-really, it was more like they just needed adult supervision- already had plans after his shift, and he wouldn’t be able to see you.

“You should apply for Dad of the Year, Harrington. I think you’ve got a real shot.”

He snorted derisively. “If not now, I’ve got a hell of a lot of practice for later, right?” his voice dropped an octave, softer now. “I’m sorry. You know I’d cancel, but…”

“No way.” You dismissed him immediately, “Someone has to look out for those kids, right? I’m glad it’s you. Just do me a favor and get them home safe, and you too. Okay?”

“Yeah…Course. You know I will.” You didn’t comment on how his throat sounded closed with emotion, his tone sounding a million miles away, and neither did he. You didn’t know what to say.

And finally, Three. There was something going on in Hawkins, and Steve was involved.

You were finding that one out now, after a late night phone call from Steve had you speeding to his house, lugging your entire sewing kit into your passenger seat. He hadn’t given you too many details and you hadn’t asked, more focused on how broken and tired his voice sounded, and his terrifying questions.

“Sewing is exactly like stitches, right? For wounds?”

“Yeah, I guess…Steve, what’s going on?”

“Can you do me a really big favor, sweetheart?”

That was what led you here, slipping into the Harringtons backyard where Steve told you he would be. Steam was rising off of the heated pool, but he wasn’t in it, the water still and glass-like. You approached slowly, your kit hitting against your leg with every step, anxiety rising, and then you finally saw him.

Steve was sprawled on a pool lounge, eyes closed in picturesque relaxation, though he was covered in dirt and dried blood. There were makeshift bandages around his torso and arms, and the large, dried red stains knocked the air out of you. The lights illuminating the patio made him look pale and corpse-like as you kneeled next to him on the concrete, bearing the sting of hard pebbles in your knees to look up at him. You took one of his hands and he squeezed, telling you he knew you were there, letting you brush your lips feather-light over his split knuckles. He hissed, and the sound snapped a thread supporting your composure.

“Oh, Stevie…” it was more a whimper than anything, your eyes already blurring with unshed tears, and he responded instantly, your heartbroken voice spurring him to action again. He sat up and swung his legs over the lounge with great effort, and you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding when you could see his eyes again, tired but alert, alive. A tear slipped from the corner of your eye, and he leaned in close, reaching for you.

You let him help haul you onto the lounge next to him, wiping your face clumsily with his dirty hands before tracing his fingers down your neck, your shoulders, slow and gentle. You sniffled.

“Hey. Hey, it’s okay.” Steve soothed his palms up and down your arms. “You should see the other guy.” He smiled, blood staining his teeth, and your stomach churned.

“How can you even joke right now?” You breathed, sadness and worry permeating through every word, and he closed his eyes again, smile dropping.

“Baby…” it was the first time he’d ever called you that in a serious way, but you were too upset to even notice, suddenly angry and desperate and hurt even as you fought to stay calm for him. Your tone betrayed at least some of it when you spoke, and his hands dropped from your shoulders.

“What happened, Steve?” His entire face twisted the moment you asked, eyes squeezing shut tighter and brows furrowing. He looked beautiful even now, if you ignored the harsh lights of the pool; caked in dirt and blood you weren’t sure was all his, his sweaty face tipped up to the stars. It tore your heart, leaving a raw edge.

“Not tonight. Please.” The desperation in his voice melted all of your righteous anger out of you.. “I…I can’t do this tonight. I promise you, soon, I’ll tell you everything. But not now.” His voice broke, and he dragged his hands through his hair, grabbing fistfuls.

Any other time, you would have pushed the issue; Instead, you breathed in deeply through your nose and leaned down, grabbing your sewing kit and setting it on your knees. Steve needed your support, and whatever the hell was going on, you’d give it to him, and anything else he wanted.

“We don’t have any way to knock you out.” you said softly, and you could feel him relax next to you as you dropped the subject. You bit back the acid in your throat.

Not tonight.

“S’okay. I can take it.” he shrugged, glancing to the patio doors behind you. “Let’s go to the kitchen. Cleaner in there.” you nodded, getting off the lounge and offering your hand to Steve. He took it, stumbling slightly as he stood, and your heart seized in worry. You took his arm in your own and helped him inside.

You’d never been to the Harringtons. King Steve’s wild parties weren’t really your scene, and you hadn’t been dating long enough that you’d felt comfortable just hanging out in his house. It was huge and nice, and you eyed the perfectly white countertops with trepidation as you laid out your supplies, Steve laying back on the kitchen island like a makeshift stretcher.

“Are your parents gonna, like, kill you if we get blood everywhere? Maybe we should go to the bathroom.” He wrinkled his nose in distaste and shook his head.

“We’ll clean up, they’re gone so damn much they’ll never notice. And there’s nowhere to lay down in the bathroom. Now patch me up, Doc.” he crossed his arms behind his head, closing his eyes and relaxing again while you got to work cutting the blood soaked wraps off and using a wet cloth to wipe away all the grime you could see. The kitchen was dead silent except for yours and Steve’s breathing, the sound of you scrubbing the cloth into his skin. The more dirt and caked blood you washed away, the more he looked like your Steve, although bone-tired and a little cut up, and you calmed.

He would be okay. You’ll make sure.

When he was as clean as he was going to get, you had him sit up for a second to take off the mud splattered vest he was wearing, tossing it somewhere behind you. You soaked a cotton ball with antiseptic, grabbing it with tweezers before turning back to him, settling between his thighs for a moment. He watched you carefully, studying your expression as you put your free hand on his knee, patting it.

“Lay down.” He didn’t argue, though you could tell he had something on his mind, just stretched out on the island again, groaning softly, and you assessed the real damage.

The gashes you assumed he wanted you to sew up were on his arms and torso, just where the largest amounts of blood had soaked into the bandages. The one on his arm was a relief; you knew you could superglue the cut back together, no sutures needed, and it would heal perfectly. The gashes on his torso were deep and ugly, like some animal had bitten chunks out of his hip, and you knew instantly they’d have to be stitched. They looked better clean, but they were still steadily oozing blood with no sign of stopping. The sight made you a little sick, but you just shook your head lightly and started cleaning the skin around the wounds. Occasionally, Steve would suck in a breath through his teeth, or grunt in discomfort, and you’d stop to coo and run your thumbs gently over his sides, desperate to ease his pain.

“Okay. I think we’re ready.” you took a deep breath, and Steve opened his eyes to watch you wash your hands and pull a box of latex gloves out of your sewing kit, putting on two pairs. His eyes went wide when you pulled the needle and nylon thread out of the bowl you’d been using to soak them in peroxide for the last 20 minutes, figuring that was about as sterile as it was going to get.

Jesus, I hope he doesn’t get an infection and die. I should have just dragged him to the hospital.

“That looks like a fishing line.” He said nervously, and you laughed despite yourself.

“It’s stronger, nylon. I think it’s close to what doctors use…” you trailed off, frowning, “this is really gonna hurt, Steve.” it would have hurt if you’d had all the right tools but no anesthesia, if you had actually been a doctor, even, but this was a total back alley operation here; you’d be lying if you said you weren’t worried about making everything worse.

“I know. I trust you.” His words were weak with emotion, but they hit you hard. “I swear I trust you.” He wasn’t just talking about the stitches anymore, opening his mouth with a rush of air, but you shushed him, putting a finger over his lips to stop him before he started. You’d promised him tonight, away from questions and answers, and you’d meant it.

He’s gonna have a hard enough time as is.

“I know you do.” you said firmly. He fully slumped against the table at your reassurance, shutting his eyes against the lights and the present.

You threaded the needle.

–

It was early morning by the time you finished.

Steve wasn’t dead, which felt like a rousing success considering you’d just played surgeon on his kitchen counter, but after he was already hurt, you’d pushed him to his absolute limit. Taking the slippery gloves off and washing his blood off of your wrists made you retch into the sink, his moans and screams ringing in your ears. He’d passed out a few times, and you’d cried at least once out of guilt, but it was over.

You turned to face him, pale, soaked in sweat and shaking. You’d brought heavy duty pain meds from your own house, something you’d gotten prescribed for a bad injury months ago; now you were both just waiting for them to kick in. your stomach knotted with regret as he groaned softly, and you reached out, gently threading your fingers through his hair, brushing it away from his damp forehead.

“M’sorry.” you said softly, voice cracking, “You did so good. I’m so sorry.”

He gritted his teeth, shaking his head imperceptibly. “No, you…” he huffed, like he didn’t have enough air to speak, “you…did good. Thank you…Sorry.” you leaned down and pressed a kiss to his forehead, pulling back and continuing to smooth his hair away from his face. It didn’t take much longer for the meds to kick in, and you waited until he was pretty out of it to get him up. You knew it would be painful, and you hoped he’d be tired and loose enough that it wouldn’t hurt so much to get to the couch.

There’s no way in hell he’s getting upstairs.

It took longer than you expected, he was heavy and breaks for him to catch his breath or moan in pain were frequent, but eventually he was settled under a thick blanket and sleeping like the dead. As tempted as you were to join him, you got to business wiping his blood off of the counters and floors, disinfecting everything you could and tossing what you couldn’t. You threw the denim vest into the washer, and the kitchen gleamed, no imprint left behind of the screaming man on the counters.

Your eyes burned from crying and exhaustion, but you forced yourself to go outside and wipe down the pool lounge you’d found him on, like scrubbing the blood off of anything he touched would make it all a horrible, confusing dream.

You didn’t sleep until the entire downstairs smelled like bleach. Steve didn’t stir at all the entire time, so you curled up on the loveseat opposite him, watching him and the sunrise with bleary eyes until you couldn’t keep them open anymore.

–

You woke up only a few hours later, suddenly too nervous to sleep. Steve still hadn’t moved, so you felt safe leaving long enough to go get groceries; you’d checked his fridge while you were cleaning, took one look at the number of frozen meals and leftover takeout, and decided you’d have to cook some real food for him when he woke up.

You sort of felt like a stalker, sneaking into his house from the backyard with a bunch of bags but the huge, empty house creeped you out, and you hoped cooking would fill some of the empty space. Imagining Steve here all the time, alone, made your chest ache.

He slept into the late evening, and you decided to just start on dinner; if he didn’t wake up, you could eat and save him the rest. As soon as you finished cooking, pulling out tupperware to put his portion into, you heard his soft voice drifting from the living room, calling your name. You flipped the burners and ran out of the kitchen.

His eyes were still closed, but his face was pinched, and he was clearly awake. He looked almost normal again, no longer paper-white and trembling in pain. You breathed out softly. “Hi, Stevie.”

“Hi, Angel.” He smiled briefly, but you could hear the strain in his voice, and he still didn’t open his eyes. Anxiously, you wondered if he was worse than before.

“How are you feeling? Need more meds?” He nodded, and you moved to the coffee table, grabbing the pills and bottle of water you’d set there. You pressed a tablet into his hand, and helped him drink down some water, tucking stray hairs behind his ears once he finished. He shifted slightly, letting out a groan, but looking far more relaxed.

“You're pretty good at this. Ever thought about being a nurse?”

“Steve, I’m pretty sure I almost killed you last night. Are you high?”

“No. Well, the pain meds…” he finally opened his eyes, meeting yours above him and giving you a goofy grin. The swelling on his face was already going down, but he was still puffy and bruised. He raised his eyebrows at you, and you rewarded him with a small smile.

“You’re so pretty.” You told him honestly, still running your fingers through his hair. He breathed a laugh through his nose, wincing in pain a second later.

“Wow, you sure know how to treat a guy who just got his ass kicked. Bet I look dead.” He sounded sarcastic, but you could see the warmth in his face. You shook your head, cupping his jaw tenderly in your palms.

“Nope. Just as gorgeous as ever.” He took in a sharp breath, closing his eyes as you kissed him fleetingly on his nose, his jaw, any bruise you could find that didn’t seem too sore, until he tilted his chin at just the right angle and caught your lips with his own. It was chaste, just a quick, sweet peck before he was pulling away with a satisfied grin that made an unexpected heat flare in your stomach. It was the first time he’d kissed you, and it wasn’t great; his lips were chapped, and he tasted like morning breath and the faint memory of blood, but it was Steve, so you chased him, kissing him again before finally pulling away and straightening up. The comfortable silence broke when his stomach growled. You grinned.

“Made you dinner, with real food. I’ll get you a plate.”

“God, you’re my dream girl.” you bit the inside of your cheek and turned your face away, waving off his compliments.

“I’m trying to feel less guilty about stabbing you with a needle.”

“I asked you to.”

“I know. And you owe me. So,” you trailed the tip of your index finger along his jaw, booping his nose and watching the dreamy smile spread slowly over his face while he stared up at you, “I bring you food, and you explain everything. Deal?”

“Deal.”

Measuring Tape

When you took the stitches out two weeks later, Steve told you he had a surprise for you.

You were a little worried, considering everything he had just ‘surprised’ you with recently; kids with superpowers and weird creatures from hell, Russian spies, shit man. It was insane, but you believed him; and you didn’t want anything to do with any super cool new lizard Dustin found.

He promised it had nothing to do with the Upside Down, so you agreed, and that Saturday he drove you up to Lovers Lake. Before you could make fun of him for trying to show you the make out spot he’d ‘invented’ himself as a surprise, he pulled a picnic blanket, a basket, and a small bouquet out of the trunk. You gasped, and you could already see him anticipating your reaction, eyebrows raised and expectant.

“For me?”

“No, for The Queen.” Smiling wide, you surged forward, taking the basket in one arm and the flowers in the other, stretching to kiss his cheek while he wrapped an arm around your waist, leaning down slightly to make it easier.

“You’re such a dork, Harrington.”

“In that case, I’ll just take this back.” He moved to take the basket from you, and you clutched it to your chest protectively, glaring at him and ripping yourself from his arm.

“No! Can’t back out now; I wanna have a picnic, and you said I can always have what I want.” You batted your eyelashes at him innocently, and he choked, face turning red.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, Sweetheart.” Looking down at the flowers in your hand and the man in front of you, you couldn’t help but disagree.

I think it’s the other way round.

—

Steve was a romantic, but he wasn’t a planner. Once you were both settled underneath a large tree, close enough to enjoy the sounds of the lake but hidden deep enough in the trees, you took it upon yourself to unpack the lunch Steve had brought, pulling out a six pack of beer and two sandwiches. You turned to him, one of your hands still in the basket, digging around for anything else.

“Quite the spread you got here.” You laughed, and he scooted closer, joining in. He put his hand into the basket, brushing yours for a second before grabbing two small plastic containers.

“You missed something.” He set them both on the blanket, eyeing you proudly and grabbing a beer. “There we go. Meal fit for a king.”

“Applesauce.” you didn’t have to say anything more.

“Okay, so I’m not the best at this stuff. Sue me.” He didn’t even seem the least bit embarrassed, nudging his knee with yours and taking a swig out of his bottle. Rolling your eyes, you kept searching the bottom of the basket before turning to Steve in confusion.

“Did you pack spoons?” The blank stare he gave you was enough of an answer, and you burst into giggles again, watching as he frustratedly put them away. “S’okay Steve, at least we have sandwiches and beer.”

“The most important food groups.” nodding sagely, he handed you a bottle and clinked it against his own lightly.

“Cheers. To not dying?”

Steve hooked an arm around your waist, pulling you closer until you were side by side on the blanket, squishing together. Your mind went haywire, suddenly all too aware of how big you were and just how much of you touched him. How much his fingers sank into your sides. “To my amazing, beautiful personal nurse.”

But you were a million miles away and frozen ridgid next to him, suddenly shattered. Sometimes it was so easy to forget, especially with Steve, but then one tiny thing would take you back, spiraling into a web of shame and self-loathing. The static cleared for a second when he cupped your face, his concerned eyes swimming to the surface of your mind.

“Sweetheart?”

He wasn’t smiling anymore, his lips pursed in worry, scanning your face for a clue. You forced yourself to speak, lead in your chest.

“Do you really think I’m pretty?” You meant it to come out teasingly, but it wasn’t anything more than a choked whisper, and you watched Steve’s expression as his heart broke. It made you feel worse. It melted into determination a second later, and before you could stop him he was gripping one of your thighs and dragging you into his lap while you squealed.

“Steve!” You gasped, and he grinned cheekily, adjusting himself before diving in for a kiss. It was messy and quick, the sudden rush of cold air leaving you light-headed when he pulled back a few inches, pressing his forehead to yours.

“I think…” He hummed, squeezing your thighs before running his palms roughly up your sides, tracing the curves of your torso clumsily in his hurry, “that you’re the most beautiful girl I've ever laid eyes on.” your breath caught, and tears welled up in your eyes even as you shoved him away slightly.

“That’s such a line.”

“Just the truth, honey. Call it like I see it.” Honey. Oh, that was new. The domesticity of it felt good, and already your doubts were receding, just a little. Steve kissed you again, just a soft peck at the corner of your lips before he whispered, “Come swim with me?”

“In the lake?” you fully pulled away, staring at him incredulously. He was dead serious, if his face was anything to go by.

“I mean, we’re here…”

“I didn’t bring a suit.” his honeyed eyes sparkled with mirth and heat, hands still roaming your soft sides while he spoke.

“That’s funny, me neither. I’m sure we could find a really good way around that.” He was eyeing the gauzy white dress you were wearing like he was already imagining it slung over a tree branch.

“I’m pretty sure skinny dipping has an implied meaning…” he stopped his hands cold on your thighs, frowning, and you bit your lip, embarrassed that you had let such a petty comment through; Steve had never made you feel unwanted, far from it, but you couldn’t stop yourself.

“It means skin, and I’d love to see a lot more of yours.” his fingers played with the hem of your dress, dragging against the flesh just underneath, teasing and light. Breath catching and stomach flipping, you chewed on your bottom lip, Steve watching with rapt attention, brown eyes half-lidded and adoring. “C’mon, gorgeous. 10 minutes.”

Steve made it hard to feel self-conscious around him, especially when he was all over you like this, begging for a glimpse under your clothes. But still you shook your head, a smile starting to crack your somber face. He saw it, his own 100 watts bright as he realized it was working.

“I don’t wanna swim naked, Steve. Like, in general. What if someone came up here?” You defended, and he pulled you even closer in his lap, starting to press kisses all over your face.

“They’d get to see the hottest babe in the world having fun?” You laughed again, resistance flooding out of you as he held you even tighter. You were stomach to stomach now, something that probably would have given you heart palpitations in high school, but you took a deep breath and brought your arms around his neck. “Anyone would be lucky to even catch a glimpse, ‘n I get your pretty body all to myself? Feels like I won the jackpot. I’m not joking.”

“I know you’re not.”

When you nuzzled closer, Steve knew he’d won in his own way, even if you didn’t end up going swimming. That didn’t mean he had to stop trying to bribe you, though. He mouthed at your jaw, moving up quickly to nibble on your earlobe, with one finger hooked into the puff sleeve of your dress, dragging it tantalizingly slowly down your shoulder. His lips traced a path from your throat to the skin he’d exposed, and you sighed softly, threading your fingers through his hair and closing your eyes.

“Stevie…”

“Mm, little busy here baby.” His indulgent words were muffled against your skin and you giggled, squirming underneath him. You felt him laugh more than you heard it, pressed so close the deep vibrations of his chest echoed in yours. “You know, I’d have to stop if-”

“Shut up. I’m not going swimming with you.” groaning, he dug his teeth into your shoulder playfully, ripping a sudden gasp from you, eyes fluttering open in shock; Steve whipped his head up to lock gazes with you, an almost predatory grin splitting his face open.

“You like that?” murmuring heatedly, his hands trailed up and down your plush sides, occasionally moving low enough to grab handfuls of your thighs and leaving fire in their wake. How he expected you to respond with his hands all over you, mouth on your throat, you had no idea. Your brain was mush, senses both overwhelmed and desperate for more. Before you could even string two words together his mouth was on yours, more commanding this time, teeth and tongue and desperate breathing; While he had you distracted with his attention, he’d rucked your dress up to the tops of your thighs, lovingly tracing the stretch marks on the back of them.

Steve broke the kiss far earlier than you would have wanted, a little out of breath but still clearly on a mission, and you whined, wrapping your arms a little tighter around his neck to keep him close. With his eyes still closed and forehead now resting on your shoulder, he said, “So is that still a no on the skinny dipping, or…”

“You know, Lovers Lake is probably so gross. Imagine how many condoms and used needles are in there.” you wrinkled your nose, mood totally ruined; Steve seemed to agree.

“Wow, that’s sexy. You’re really getting me going here.” he pulled your dress back down your thighs neatly, though that didn’t stop him from immediately shoving his hands under the hem again, like he just couldn’t resist touching the skin underneath.

“You’re welcome.” He huffed against your skin, but you could feel his smile as he pressed a final open-mouthed kiss to your collar, tilting his head back a little to stare at you.

“What?”

He shook his head slowly, dark brown eyes never leaving your face, doe-eyed and soft. You stared back, studying the way his soft lashes framed his eyes, the beauty marks scattered all over his tanned skin, a thatch of dark chest hair peeking out from his unbuttoned polo; The green light dappling through the leaves scattered over his face casting him in a gold and emerald glow. Steve, totally oblivious to his effect on you, leaned towards you, tilting his head and looking at you through his thick lashes, wisps of hair falling forward and into his eyes.

“What are you thinking?” he asked, voice heavy. He was clearly waiting for a cue, a go ahead to kiss you again; you initiated instead, moving against him like you were trying to taste every bit of him before clumsily moving off his lap. He nearly growled in complaint, a rumble of displeasure coming from deep in his chest as he grasped at your hips, and you laughed into his mouth before breaking the searing kiss and standing up, legs shaky. He joined you a second after, steadying hand on your back as you wobbled; you shot him a grateful smile.

That every shitty guy I dealt with has been worth it.

“I’m thinking that you have a pool, and I have a bikini.” You said suggestively, and the hand on the small of your back moved to wrap around your side.

Astonished, Steve asked, “You do? Why didn’t I know this?”

“Why would you know? No one does.” Except for Claire, who had forced you to buy the damn thing at the mall, insisting that you might need it someday. Add that to the list of things you should thank her for, and would if she wasn’t always so smug about it.

“But I would have wanted to see. C’mon, we’re burning daylight, I wanna get a good view!” You laughed, Steve hustling to the car with the basket in one hand and the picnic blanket in the other. His hand didn’t leave your thigh once the entire drive home.

Made With Love

“I have a present for you.”

Steve was just showing up at your house for movie night, barely starting to take his shoes off in the entrance when you blurted it, unable to contain the excitement any longer. You’d been working on it in secret for months; since your third date, if you were honest, and finally you’d finished it the day before he was coming over.

“That’s a pretty good hello.” without missing a beat, he stepped forward and wrapped you up in a bear hug, and you instantly relaxed into him like you were always meant to be there. You crushed your face into his chest and inhaled the scent of his cologne, a hint of his sweat underneath melding with it into a smell that was uniquely him.

‘Hi.”

“Hey, Honey.” You felt him kiss the crown of your head before he pulled back a little, taking your face in his hands and pulling you away from his chest to brush his lips over yours. He gave you his typical winning smirk. “You got me a gift?”

“Correction, I made you a gift.” his hold on your jaw tightened almost imperceptibly, and his mischievous face broke open with affection and uncertainty.

“You didn’t have to.” he whispered, like he was surprised that you’d even considered doing more than the bare minimum for him; you wondered how often he got gifts from anyone at all.

Dating him, you realized that Steve hadn’t ever had someone to do things just because they cared about him, or wanted to see him smile; there were tiny strings attached to every kind of love Steve had known, except for Dustin and the other kids, and even then it wasn’t the same. They adored him, even if they didn’t want to admit it, but he was the mentor, the giver, and it both touched and saddened you that Steve gave them something he’d never had himself, from his parents or anyone else.

You were determined to give that to him, in whatever ways you could, so you just smiled and said, sweet as you could, “I wanted to.”

“Fuck. You know I-” he cut himself off quickly, turning red, “-thank you. Really, it means a lot.” His voice was hoarse like he was already fighting off tears and you nodded so you didn’t push him, kissing his cheek and returning to the bags he’d stepped in with while he stood frozen in the archway.

“So, what movies did you bring?”

It took 10 minutes and a lot of whining from him, but you made sure everything was set up for movie night before you brought the gift to Steve, no matter how eager he was. You’d wanted it to be casual; there was no anniversary or anything important going on, you’d just wanted to do something nice for him and you didn’t want him to feel like it was a big deal.

The point seemed moot when you passed him the white gift box and he was practically vibrating off the couch with barely contained excitement. Within seconds he tore off the lid and threw it aside, shushing you when you snickered at him.

Being able to watch his face shift as he realized what was in the box, like clouds breaking in the sky to reveal the sun, was more than enough payment for all of the work you’d put in for this moment.

“You’re serious?” he looked from the box back to you, then back to the box before pulling out the contents and holding it up to see it fully. You’d thought about making him a scarf, so he didn’t have to lie about needing one anymore, but you’d wanted to give him something he’d actually wear; plus, you had a promise to keep.

“I told you you’d be wearing one of my jackets one day, babe.” you reminded him, grin splitting your face open while he twisted it all around, looking at it from every angle, mouth gaping open in shock. It was a relatively simple looking windbreaker, navy and white and fitted to his measurements; you’d had to steal quite a few jackets until you’d gotten the fit you needed, but it was clearly worth it when Steve was staring at it like you’d handed him a fallen star. You’d even taken the time to sew in your own label to really make it yours, as well as his.

“You made this? For me?” You couldn’t identify the emotion in his voice, tight and strained, but you nodded, placing a kiss on his cheek; he didn’t look away for a second, putting the coat down in his lap and running his hands over the sleeves, like he couldn’t quite believe it was real.

“Just for you.” You confirmed, and he took one hand off of the jacket to pull you in by the waist, still without looking. You snuggled into his side, adding, “Made with love.” without thinking. Steve finally turned to look at you, eyes shiny with tears, clutching the jacket in his fist; your breath caught, and you instinctively reached up to cradle his jaw, tracing lines between his beauty marks with your fingers. He took a deep, shuddery breath and closed his eyes.

“Made with love, huh? You love me?” Despite his cocky phrasing, Steve’s voice shook slightly with fear, like he was waiting for the other shoe to drop, and you instantly knew why; Nancy and Steve were on good terms now, but you’d heard enough to piece together a few of the ways they’d hurt each other. He’d never told you much about the breakup, but you knew she was drunk, and angry, and said some things that had stayed with him ever since, no matter how badly you tried to wash it away.

“Of course I do.” You responded like there was never any doubt at all, and there wasn’t; You knew the moment you’d spoken it was true, it had been since your first date, draping you in a jacket he brought just for you, pulling you close at your door without any motives and promising he’d always give you what you wanted. He hadn’t broken that promise yet, and you doubted he ever would. You swiped your thumb under his eye, catching a single stray tear, and he gave you a sheepish grin.

“Thank you.” he murmured, pulling you closer to his side and inclining his chin to meet your mouth with his own; He tasted like chapstick-probably one he stole from you-and you could feel a flicker of fire in your stomach when he parted your lips with his tongue, gentle but insistent, running his hands through your hair and delicately over your arms and back like he was reveling in it. He pulled you onto him suddenly, swinging one of your legs over his so you could straddle his lap without breaking the kiss, the jacket crushed between you both as you pressed together, desperate to be as close as possible.

When you finally pulled yourself away, turning your head quickly so he couldn’t chase your lips, Steve whined. He looked amazing, lips red and slightly shiny with spit, parted just a bit so he could gasp for air, hair mussed from your hands, eyes wide and bright and so obviously in love it made you ache, toes curling in your socks. His eyelids fluttered for a second, like he was getting his bearings, and then he was smiling dopily at you, hugging you against his chest and pressing heated kisses along your jaw and down the curve of your throat, humming against you.

“Fuck. Love you so much, pretty girl. Just been waiting to hear you say it, you wouldn’t believe how long I waited. Worth every second.” he babbled against your skin adoringly, his teeth gently scraping your neck and tickling you; you giggled, pressing your face into his shoulder out of embarrassment, letting him trail his hands up your back soothingly. “Don’t get all embarrassed, I’m trying to be cute here.”

“You are being cute, that’s why I’m embarrassed!”

He laughed, shaking his head slightly. The mood shifted from playful to serious in the silence, and he started again. “Seriously, thank you. It’s-I… no one has ever done something like this for me.” He admitted, and you pulled away to look at him again- his eyes were downcast, staring into his lap where the jacket was crumpled between your stomachs. You scooted back a little and pulled it out from between you two, laying it neatly on the couch cushion next to you. He watched you silently before continuing, “I know I say that a lot, but it’s true, yknow?”

“I know.” You didn’t elaborate, and neither did he.

“I really do love you.” He clarified, and your chest swelled with pride; you had no idea what you’d done to deserve Steve, but you thanked whatever cosmic fate pushed him into your store for this moment, looking down at his honey-sweet smile while he professed his love on your parents couch. “We should elope.”

“Give me time to make the dress, okay?” you teased, and he leaned up to meet you again, laughing against your lips, starting to smile so big you couldn’t keep kissing him. You both settled again, resting your head on his shoulder while he traced patterns down your curves. “I love you too, Stevie.” you sighed, voice thick with emotion, and he pressed his cheek against your head, curling inwards so you could press yourself even close against him- you did, greedily.

“I know.” He repeated, voice was firm and solid, no trace left of the doubt from before, and you pressed a kiss to his collarbone in response.

“Good.” you followed his eyes back to the jacket next to you both, and you smiled a little. “You really like it?”

“I love it, baby.” He grabbed it, quickly throwing it over his shoulders and settling his hands on your hips, relaxing back into the couch. “How’s it look? As good as you dreamed?”

“Even better. I’m gonna have to start filling your wardrobe.” He visibly perked up at the idea and you giggled, brushing the tip of your nose against his and giving him another quick, sloppy kiss before clumsily climbing off of his lap to start the movie despite his protests.

You returned, settling yourself back into his lap without even thinking, and he sighed happily, resting his chin on your shoulder and wrapping his arms around you. You’d never thought you’d be comfortable enough with someone to be this close, but Steve made it so easy; it was shocking how wanted he made you feel with just a few touches.

Without looking away from the screen you reached back and rested your hand on his cheek, running your thumb over the apple of it and murmuring “Thank you, Stevie.” You knew you didn’t have to say what for; Steve always knew when it came to you.

“Nothing to be thankful for,” He breathed into your ear, kissing the skin just behind it. You felt his smirk, and then he mumbled “So are you gonna make me that scarf, or…?”

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