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underoossss · 2 years

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babe, baby, beautiful – s.h

pairing: steve harrington x reader

warnings: language, miscommunications, idiots (pining) to idiots (lovers)

an: lets do this again shall we? this wasn’t showing up in the tags, so i deleted and reposted it today im sorry (i also changed the title from ive meant it all to this). So mamma mia here we go again. Have some wholesome hurt/comfort best friends to lovers to brighten your day/night. I love pining idiots and love confessions so here you are!

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The bell over the deli’s front door rings at 1pm, and after a glance at the car parked outside, you know exactly who it is. Steve on his lunch break ––or just any break if you’re being honest–– coming to visit you like he always does. You giggle at the idea that pops into your mind, hoping your best friend is distracted enough for it to work.

“Hey, that’s a nice updog you got there.” You say when Steve comes into the store, using your most casual and nonchalant tone. Though you try not to stare, you can’t help yourself when you look him over briefly. He’s wearing that pair of light washed jeans you don’t let yourself think about, and a light blue polo with a t-shirt underneath. His hair––like always––is perfectly styled, some of it falling over the right side of his forehead. With a shake of your head, you clear your thoughts, focusing instead on Steve’s response.

“What’s u—” Steve starts to say then pauses and rolls his eyes, pointing one finger at you. “No! I’m not falling for it this time.”

“Hah! but you almost did!” You say between laughs; vowing to catch him unaware some other time. “I’ll get you to slip, eventually.”

“You can try babe, but you’ll fail.” He says with confidence then smiles at you; his eyes explore your face for a moment before he spots the book on the counter. “Slow morning today?”

“A bit, yeah. But I don’t mind.” You shrug and bookmark your very-much-loved copy of Persuasion. “How’s FV today?”

Steve looks over the many knick-knacks displayed on the counter as he speaks. “Packed. We got some new movies today, so it’s been busy.”

“‘Your kids’ visit you yet?” You ask while you put your book away. “They were here at noon, those little gremlins.”

Steve chuckles, “No surprise there, they like hanging out here more than at the store with me, now.”

“There’s no food at your place, Stevie. But in here…” You gesture at your surroundings with your hand. “I’ll get in trouble for feeding them eventually.”

“How many today?” Steve asks you, he smiles fondly, knowing the angsty teenagers you call your friends can win you over easily.

“3 Subs.” Your voice is a whisper when you answer Steve’s question. “I told them that if I’m found out I’ll tell my boss they stole them. Let them deal with the police.”

You chuckle, knowing you’re only bluffing. With everything that has happened to the kids in this town, you’re sure you’ll try to protect them as much as you can. From the look that Steve gives you ––amused? Fond? –– you know he can tell you’re not serious either.

“Dustin’s going to fix my radio too.” You tell Steve. “It keeps making my cassettes sound funny.”

“Well.” Steve shrugs, faking seriousness. “I’ll back you up with the police if you need; get you out of any trouble.”

You hum and raise a questioning eyebrow. “And how exactly are you gonna do that?”

“I’ll convince them, naturally. I can be very charming.” He says, and you can’t help the laugh that leaves you.

“Of course, you will, Stevie.” You smile, leaning your forearms on the counter once more. Your eyes scan his brown ones and take in the playfulness that lies there; it makes your smile grow.

“I don’t think you believe me, babe.” He shakes his head, mock hurt.

“I do! The Harrington charm works every time.” You say seriously, until you giggle once more. It does work though, you’re very much charmed by him. You fell in love with him after all. Steve rolls his eyes at you with fondness, and your stomach flips. Clearing your throat, you speak again. “We’re still on for tonight right, the group dinner?”

“Yeah, you wanted to try that new burger place at the mall.” Steve nods then scratches the back of his neck. “Eight, right?” His eyes look at yours for confirmation.

“Yup.” You smile, moving one of your arms so you can rest your chin on your palm. You can’t keep the joy out of your tone when you speak again. It had been a week since you last saw all your friends together ––no counting any short visits–– and since you had been able to hang out with Steve for longer than your lunch breaks. “I’m excited.”

“Yeah?” Steve asks you, smiling back like he is thinking the same thing ––he complained briefly last week that choosing to work overtime would keep you from enjoying summer weekends. His forearm settles on the counter, close to your hand as he pushes his weight on it and looks at you. His eyes grow fond and suddenly it’s like they capture yours in a trance. Cedar brown irises shine beautifully as he smiles; you can see the flecks of golden brown in them, a tiny detail that only appears with the right light. You feel your fingers flutter where they rest near Steve’s arm, itching to hold his hand and let it cover yours, but you can’t.

That would make things weird, right?

You nod your head at his question, mentally reminding yourself not to let your heart out on your sleeve, but your brain seems to be asleep. Steve’s eyes, which haven’t left your face and only seem to grow more intense, shift to your lips—pupils dilating and eclipsing the beautiful brown you were observing. When did his face come so close to yours? Steve’s cheeks blush a second later and your face like it’s on fire. It takes all in you to keep from breathing in sharply at the thought that pops up in your mind. Does he… is he thinking about kissing you? No, that’s you projecting onto him. But then his fingers move, like they have the same impulse as yours, and brush your arm gently, almost imperceptibly; it sends a jolt through your body.

You’re giving yourself away! Your mind yells at the same time your heart argues He might like you, he’s acting differently.

You jump, from the electric and burning touch as well as the store’s bell sudden ringing. A new customer steps into the store, disintegrating any moment, however unusual, that happened between you. You clear your suddenly dry throat and dart your eyes from the customer to Steve.

“I should—” You motion to the expecting client and Steve nods. Your face is still burning, and you bite your lip anxiously while your mind races over what could have happened had the client not arrived.

Steve runs a hand through his hair, and your eyes follow the movement, staring involuntarily at the way his arm flexes. His eyebrows furrow as if deep in thought, he looks at you briefly then. “Yeah, of course babe. I’ll leave you to it. I’ll um… see you.”

“Sure, Stevie. See you tonight.” You hope he doesn’t hear the disappointment in your voice, the way you wish he didn’t have to go back to work.

With that, Steve goes out the door and to his car once more. You watch as he reverses back into the main road and disappears. After a shake of your head to clear your head, you address the new customer, take his order, and set to helping him checkout. But even as you work your mind spins in incessant circles of wistful thinking. Steve looked at you differently, his eyes had shone with different emotions, too many to identify correctly. He looked at your lips and blushed when you’d noticed. Is it possible that… no, of course not. There’s no way he could be into you. You were his best friend, nothing more. But then again so was he, and you’d fallen for him anyways. Is it possible that he reciprocates your feelings?

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Later that day, you pull into the mall’s parking lot past 7:30pm. Robin sits on the passenger seat of your car, her combat boots up on the dashboard. She asked you for a ride earlier, and since your houses are very close by, you happily agreed. The two of you remove your seatbelts, and slide out of the car, locking the doors behind you. The summer night is humid, and you feel almost suffocated in the button-down shirt that covers your shoulders and arms. But the mall would be blasting cold air though, the AC turned up to the max, so there was really no way you’d only be wearing the pale-yellow tank top you have underneath your shirt. You check your pockets for your keys and the cash you brought with you, an unshakable habit ever since you got locked out of your car that one time during the winter. Robin talks while she walks next to you, her mind going over the possibility of a vegetarian option at the restaurant.

“I know it’s a burger place, but veggie burgers exist! And I know I will be that person who asks for the vegetarian option but… I don’t do it to shame you guys! I just don’t think the world needs the extra cruelty towards the cow where my burger would’ve come from. Or the water depletion! I just hope it’s actually like 100% veggie burger, and not some mixture of veggies and meat.” She goes on, about some frozen veggie burgers she got at the supermarket once, that were not all veggies.

You chuckle and bump your shoulder against hers. “I’ll make sure to ask them if it’s all veggie.”

“And make sure they show you the packaging, they can lie to us!” Robin insists and it makes you laugh as you approach the mall’s entrance.

Eddie Munson is waiting by the main door when he spots you. “What’s Buckley saying that’s got you laughing, sweetums.” He asks when he reaches the two of you.

“Hi Eds.” You say, smiling once your laughter fades. You accept the hug he gives you and Robin does as well.

“She’s delighted by all my trust issues, Munson.” Robin says and shakes her head before she looks at you, “Isn’t that right?”

“Of course not.” You shake your head. “I’m just imagining the waiter’s face when you ask for a veggie burger.”

Robin chuckles, a playful smile on her face. “You’re right.”

“Shall we, ladies?” Eddie motions towards the door. “Don’t know about you, but I’m ready for some of that freezing A/C inside.”

“I swear these temperature changes are going to get us sick one of these days.” You shake your head but walk along with your friends. “Did Steve say what time he’ll get here? I told him eight o’clock but—”

“Aw, that’s cute.” Robin says with a teasing tone. “You’re trying to sound nonchalant.”

You raise your chin higher, “I’m always nonchalant.”

“Keep dreaming. When it comes to Steve you never are.” Robin scoffs, but not meanly, she just likes to tease you about your feelings for him and how inconvenient they are as he is your best friend.

“Cut her some slack, Buckley. That’s how young love is.” Eddie says, but he’s chuckling too.

“Come on, Baskin Robins, don’t gang up on me with Eddie,” You decide to tease her right back, with an annoying nickname at least. “I asked a genuine question.”

“Dunno.” Robin says, “He didn’t tell me when he dropped me off after work.”

“I thought Harrington would be with you guys.” Eddie mentions as the three of you step on the escalators. You take one step and Robin shares one with Eddie. The two of them stand behind you, so you turn sideways to address them.

“I haven’t talked to him since this morning.” You say, shrugging even as your stomach flips at the unusual interaction you’d had with him. You picture it in your mind; the two of you leaning against the deli’s counter, him in front of you. He’d stood closer than before, his face close to yours while you chuckled. He’d looked into your eyes, then moved his gaze to your lips. Your heart had hammered against your chest so loudly you wondered if Steve heard it.

“It’s almost eight, so he should be here soon.” Robin proposes with a shrug.

“Yeah.” You nod, then look at Eddie with a smile. “How was Hellfire today?”

“Same as usual.” Eddie tells you. “We have a killer campaign next week.” He goes on to tell you about it, and you listen to him even while you turn briefly to step off the escalators. He’s mentioning something Mike and Dustin had come up with at a club meeting and how he’d let them plan the next campaign.

You were about to tell him how the kids were growing on him but the scene in front of you makes you pause. There, on the other side of the second floor is Steve, but he isn’t alone. There’s a girl next to him, holding his arm as they walk in the direction to the restaurant. You can only see her profile, while she looks at him, and she is beautiful. Her blonde hair bounces perfectly with each step she takes, and the pink lipstick she’s wearing suits her complexion perfectly. They way she looks at him is all too familiar as well, it’s a way you’ve looked at him on many occasions ––and a look you’ve worked hard to conceal from him. But where the girl looks at him like he’s too attractive to be real ––he is–– you look at him like he’s your favourite person to ever exist, like there’s no one you will love like you love him.

You stop dead on your tracks, looking away from Steve’s walking form. Your eyes look around to try and find somewhere to hide. A second later you see a thick pillar to your right and you make a beeline towards it —it’s embarrassing really, how you have to hide, but you don’t to want be spotted. Not when your insides feel like they’re collapsing on themselves. But the way you looked at me this morning, you wonder to yourself, did I imagine it? Of course, you did; you’ve known all along Steve can’t and will never be yours. The only one who wasn’t in on the secret was your heart.

Your friends are quick to follow you, crouching next to you in your hiding place. Their gaze follows yours and you can see out of your periphery that they share a concerned look. Steve looks so handsome as always, in that white t-shirt and burgundy vest; his hair is perfect, the grin on his face is lovely. All of it makes your heart ache, even more so when you look at the girl by his side again. His probable date, the one he chose. I wish you were mine instead, you think. I wish… I only saw you as a friend.

You try to speak and open your mouth to, once, twice, but no sound comes out. The only sound you do hear though, is that of your heart as it breaks. You knew this day would come, you’ve tried to prepare for it, so how is it that you’re not ready? Squeezing your eyes shut, you try to control the way your lip trembles and your hand begins to shake. Nausea bubbles in your stomach and you feel an ache within your chest, though you don’t know how —it’s suddenly hollow and devastated. You swallow hard and manage to find your voice. “I need to leave. Y–you guys should go get burgers anyway —let me know how they are.”

Robin and Eddie start to say your name, but you shake your head, wiping at your eyes before your tears fall. “Look at that, the allergies are acting up. Eddie you can give robin a ride home, right?”

Eddie nods, but his eyes are full of concern. He brings his hand to your shoulder and keeps his voice soft when he speaks. “Yeah, buttercup; but we don’t have to stay, we can go with you.”

Robin nods earnestly, struggling to keep her voice down. She starts rambling, insisting on coming with you. “You’re not okay, come on let’s get you home. We don’t need the burgers; we’ll all make excuses. You don’t have to be alone right now, I-I honestly didn’t know he would….”

“No, please guys, I’m okay.” You try to reassure them, the need to flee the mall growing with each minute. The sting of unshed tears becomes more intense. “Tell Steve I ate a bad sandwich at work and got sick. Or anything! I just can’t be here right now. I’m sorry.”

You offer them a poor excuse for a smile before you turn around to leave the mall. After making sure Steve went the opposite way from the front door, you walk to the escalators again, descending them like you would a normal staircase ––there’s no time to way for it to take you to the main floor, you need to leave. It feels like you’re on autopilot from then on, you walk to your car and drive home in silence. Your hands grip the steering wheel tightly while your heart continues to pound in your chest, this time completely differently than it had in the morning. The autopilot you were in shuts down once you park in your driveway, and at once the numbness ends as your resolve to be strong crumbles. Your feelings overflow, they burst from the tiny box you squeezed them into a long time ago, and it’s a matter of seconds for the tears to follow. Once the first one falls, the rest don’t hold back, and just like that you find yourself crying in your car. Your head falls to the steering wheel and your shoulders shake with a sob when the memory from earlier floods your mind again.

You see the two of them and how good they looked together; how happy she was. Would Steve kiss her goodnight? Would she get to feel his touch as they kissed? It all hurts you even more, yet the only one to blame for being in this mess is you. How could you think you had a chance. You’re Steve’s best friend, just that, and you will remain that indefinitely. It hadn’t bothered you before, until a couple years ago romantic feelings bloomed and grew each time you fell more in love with him. Why did you have to fall in love? Why didn’t you ignore your feelings back then to save you the pain of a broken heart you’re experiencing now?

With a few deep breaths you try to compose yourself, wiping at your eyes and the tears that fell on the wheel during your pity party. You can’t stay in your car all night, so you gather your things and make your way to the front door. You discard your shoes once you’re inside and the door is locked behind you. Then, figuring that chocolate can probably trick you into feeling better, you go to the kitchen where you grab a tub of ice cream from the freezer and a spoon.

You sit on the floor, your back to the fridge as you scoop a spoonful of chocolate ice cream and eat it absentmindedly. You feel tired and jealous, but also angry and hollow. This was going to happen, you remind yourself ––no daydreaming or wistful thinking was going to change the outcome. Steve was never going to choose you, romantically anyways. How are you going to face him again, hear him talk about his date and pretend that you’re happy when you know you’re not. When you know that it’s killing you that you’re not and will never be his.

Even the decadent chocolate flavour turns bitter after a few spoonfuls, your thoughts stripping it off its comforting sweetness. With a sigh, you stand up and drop the spoon on the sink then put the ice cream back in the freezer, determined to go upstairs and shower; you’ll cry yourself to sleep soon after. Yes, that’s a good plan. You empty your pockets and leave everything on your dresser —your keys, and the money you didn’t use. In the bathroom, you start the shower and let the water warm up as you undress and put a shower cap on. You don’t have the strength or willingness to wash your hair tonight, besides, the sooner you’re in bed the better. The warm water soothes you, as does the vanilla scented body wash you always use. You put all your focus on getting yourself clean, trying to leave no room in your mind to think about your feelings.

By the time you’re out of the shower and slip into your sleeping shirt and shorts, you feel proud of yourself because you hadn’t cried anymore. But the small triumph only lasts until you’re done brushing your teeth because just then the phone starts to ring downstairs. You rinse your mouth before going back downstairs and to the kitchen, thankful for your deep-sleeper parents when you see its 10:30 on the microwave’s clock.

“Hello?” You answer the phone, wondering who’s calling.

“Hey, babe.” Steve voice says on the other side of the line, and you the minute to hear his voice your non-crying streak is broken. Your throat feels tight, and your vision blurs; flashes of what you saw at the mall come back to you like an unkind reminder. You want to hang up, you have to make up any excuse because Steve can’t hear you cry.

“Hi,” You murmur as your fingers fidget with the phone’s curly cord. You tangle and untangle your finger in it, anything to calm you down.

“Robin said you’re sick, how are you feeling?”

If only you knew.

“I’m…not great,” You say, and it isn’t a lie, he just doesn’t know why. “I’m throwing up my guts.” You continue, trying to stop your voice from wavering and pressing your lips together as you take a deep breath. I’m also crying my eyes out you think, but you don’t tell him.

“Must have been a really bad sandwich,” Steve says–– you can picture him scratching his chin as he speaks, his eyebrows furrowed. “This morning you were fine. I called Henderson and he’s not sick.”

You shake your head, of all the times he chooses to be perceptive… Yeah, this morning seems like an eternity ago. When I thought you returned my feelings, but you went out on a possible date, and it broke my heart.

“I ate a different sub.” You say. “And with my luck it probably had poison in it. Maybe it was the lettuce.” You fake a chuckle, knowing the lie is sealed tight now. The kids hate veggies, that’s why you never put them in their sandwiches. If you say you put some in yours then it’s more believable that you got sick, and they didn’t.

You clear your throat, needing to spare yourself any more pain. “I… um, feel very tired though so I should go to bed.”

“Yeah,” Steve says, probably nodding his head even though you can’t see him. “Yeah, that’s probably a good idea, beautiful. Drink lots of water, ok?”

Your heart tightens at the pet name ––one of many that started meaning something different to you a while ago––and his concern. In another world, one where you aren’t in love with him, you know he would be comforting you through your heartbreak. But that isn’t the world you live in. Here, you deal with it alone because silly you fell in love with your best friend.

“Yeah, thanks Stevie. Night.” You hang up and squeeze your eyes shut as you lean against the wall, letting your tears finally fall to the kitchen floor.

The sudden knock on the front door makes you look up, and you barely have time to wonder who it is when you hear Robin’s voice calling your name. “Open up! I can see the lights on!” She says from the other side.

Though you’re tired —and surprised— you make your way to the front door and open it to find Robin and Eddie standing there. They look at you with both worry and sympathy when they see your red-rimmed and puffy eyes. It’s enough to make you tear up again.

“I hate everything.” You mumble and they step inside to envelop you in a three-person hug. “What are you guys doing here?”

Robin scoffs softly, “You honestly think we wouldn’t check up on you?”

You can only shrug when they step back, that’s exactly what you thought earlier. “I guess not.”

“We didn’t want you to be alone.” Eddie says, his lips forming a frown.

“Thank you… I appreciate that.” You tell them, though you feel guilty that your currently emotional state made them come see you. “Come in, make yourselves comfortable.”

The three of you move to the living room, where you lie face down on the couch, knowing you don’t have to pretend to be okay with your friends. Eddie sits on the coffee table and Robin goes to the kitchen to grab a glass of water.

“How were those burgers?” You ask though your voice is muffled by the couch. “Steve just called. Thank you for covering for me.”

“The burgers were… interesting.” Eddie says, “We were going to bring you one but Robin said you would throw it up.”

You shake your head, sitting up briefly when you hear Robin approach. “You can rip the band aid off. I just heard his voice and lied to him, so what’s some more pain?”

Robin hands you the glass of water which you accept and take a few sips from. Eddie takes the glass from you when you’re done, and you collapse on the couch again, facing the ceiling this time.

“He came to the restaurant with her, sat down with us for a bit.” Eddie begins and his leg bounces anxiously as his hands fidget, like he’s unsure he should be telling you more, “He asked about you, and got worried when we told him you got sick.”

“They didn’t stay long.” Robin says from where she now sits on the floor next to you.

“Was she, his date?” You ask, looking for some confirmation of your assumptions.

Robin nods and takes your hand in hers. “Yeah, it was a date.” She whispers.

You nod in understanding, eyes fixed on the ceiling as tears gather in your eyes. So it is confirmed then, you think dejectedly, I read too much into what happened in the morning. I fooled myself into thinking he was into me. One of your tears rolls down your cheek and hides in your hair.

“Shit, sweetums.” Eddie says, sounding upset by your current state. “Come on, don’t cry.”

You chuckle morosely, “I can’t help it, Eddie. I feel like my heart went through a paper shredder.”

“I thought Harrington was into you, buttercup, I was almost certain of it.” Eddie shakes his head; you feel his eyes still on your face. “Robin too.”

“Yeah, I never thought he’d bring a date to dinner. Considering you invited him.” Robin is shaking her head while she pulls on a thread sticking out of the carpeted floor.

“We were all wrong then.” You say, closing your eyes, “Me for believing I wouldn’t care or be affected if Steve dated someone, and you guys for thinking he saw me as anything other than a friend.”

There’s a minute of silence between the three of you as you shake your head at your own foolishness and stare at the ceiling. “He called me, just as you guys arrived. Had to hang up quickly so he wouldn’t hear me cry.”

Robin’s hand falls on your shoulder and squeezes it in comfort. You think about how you had to lie to Steve, how you didn’t even let him say good night. It makes you tear up again. “This is pathetic. Why is it affecting me so much?” You say, voice muffled as you cover your face with your hands.

“Hey, come on it’s not pathetic.” Eddie says, gently pulling your hands away from your face. “You just got a big heart, so your feelings are stronger. Nothing wrong with it.”

You turn your head to look at him, feeling guilty for needing comfort but also grateful for it. “Real good that’s done.” You chuckle without any joy, “I should’ve known better.”

“Don’t be so hard on yourself.” Robin chides, moving to sit on the couch, urging you to rest your head on her lap.

“Thank you.” You tell Robin, and then Eddie. “I’ll be okay, eventually.”

“How?” Robin asks, shaking her head at you, as she runs a hand over your head.

“I just need to sort out my feelings for Steve; put them back on the box they were in before.” You explain, trying to convince them and yourself at the same time.

“And when Harrington goes on another date?” Eddie echoes your conscience beside you which makes you turn to look at him again.

You bring your gaze back to the ceiling when you feel yourself tear up once more. Will your heart survive something like this once again? What if you see him kissing someone else. What pain will that cause?

Eddie places his hand over yours, his rings cold against your skin. “You’re crying just at the thought of it, buttercup.”

You cover your face with your hands again as the tears continue to come, falling down your cheeks in earnest. “I need to get over these feelings. I need to forget that I ever fell in love with him.” You shake your head. “I need to get away, clear my head.”

“And go where?” Eddie asks, doubt and concern lacing his tone.

“Your aunt’s” Robin says a second later and two pairs of eyes turn to look at her. “She’s always asking you to visit, you can go there.”

Robin is right, Aunt Maggie is always asking when you’ll visit her again. She has a lovely farm with a light blue painted house. It’s been a while since you last drove there and you’d be lying if you say you didn’t miss her. Two birds, one stone.

“Wheres that?” Eddie asks, his hands now playing with his hair anxiously.

“Ohio, a little out of Columbus.” You rub at your eyes, “I can drive, it’s less than 4 hours away.”

“So that’s it, you’re leaving?” Eddie looks at you like you’ve lost your mind and you shrug. Maybe you have, but there’s no denying you need to figure out how to move forward after tonight. Doing so 4 hours away from Hawkins and without having to actively ignore Steve seems like the best alternative.

“I’m off work until Wednesday next week, it works.” You tell your friends, sitting up on the couch. You look at Robin, thankful for her memory. “I’ll call Aunt Margaret in the morning.”

“I don’t want you to, but…” Robin sighs, slouching where she sits. “When do you think you’ll leave?” Though you can see she’s trying to act casual, you know she’s nervous for you; worried.

“Probably Sunday?” You run a hand over your head, “I need to pack.”

“You don’t have to leave.” Eddie is shaking his head, opposing your idea.

“Eds, I just need to be with my thoughts for a while, see what I’m going to do. Otherwise, I won’t stop hurting, and all the crying is going to dehydrate me, and I’ll end up dead.”

Or your heart will give out. Your eyes tear up again, like they’re not done crying. Not yet. “Fuck, not again.”

“I just want you to be okay. I’ve never seen you cry, sweetums. Ever. Tonight has been shocking to say the least.” Though you can’t see him, you can hear the frown Eddie has on his face as he speaks.

Robin puts her hand on your knee, patting it twice. “We just want you to smile again, for real. Like you did earlier tonight.”

“Well, I was going to eat some fries and a burger, and I thought the guy I love might like me back.” You chuckle and wipe your tears again, uselessly. “I will be okay, I feel absolutely empty right now, but I will be better. A change of scenery will help me.” You hope.

“So, Sunday?” The two of them ask you.

“Sunday.” You nod and swallow hard, deciding to give them both a smile instead of more crying.

“I hope you’re right about this.” Robin mumbles.

“Me too.” You say, hoping things will work out.

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Sunday morning eventually arrives, and you wake up early in the morning to make sure you have everything you need for the next 3 days. You pack a couple snacks and some water bottles for the road, take your car to fill up the gas tank, and pack anything else you might need. Robin arrives at 10am, Eddie at 10:15, to load your things in your car and say goodbye before you leave.

“How did Steve take it?” Robin asks you. The three of you sit on your front door’s steps, waiting for Steve to arrive. It didn’t feel right in your heart to leave without saying goodbye to him, so you called him last night.

You sigh, “He was very confused, you know how he is. He asked a bunch of questions, but I told him I’d explain today.”

“Explain, huh?” Eddie says with a chuckle next to you.

“You know what I mean, Munson.” You roll your eyes and bump his shoulder with yours. “The necessary information only.”

Just then you hear a car approach in the distance and recognize it as it comes closer to you house. Steve speeds to your driveway, barely putting his car on park before he’s sliding out of it and walking towards you. A frown pulls down at his lips, there’s a crease between his brows as he furrows them and his hair is a dishevelled from running his finger through it —it still works for him, it always does. Damn you for always looking so good Steve, you think as you see the way the blue polo he’s wearing fits him.

You stand to greet him, offering a small wave when he stops in front of you. “Hey.”

“Babe, what? You’re leaving?” Steve is shaking his head when he steps closer to you, brows still furrowed in question.

“Aunt Maggie called me, Steve, she asked me to visit.” You explain. Your hands fidget with each other in front of you. “You know she lives alone, maybe she needs some company.”

“So this time you just accepted her invitation?” Steve sounds confused, like you’re not making any sense and you know you probably aren’t, but you nod anyway.

“Yeah…”

Steve brings his hand up, close to your face and rubs the skin of your under eye softly with his thumb—his frown deepens. “You haven’t been sleeping well?”

When you can only shrug—speechless from his touch— Steve sighs. “Why are you really leaving, beautiful?”

There he goes again with the pet names, making your heart race, and confusing it at the same time. He is so caring, and worries so much you wish you could tell him the truth; that it wouldn’t make you lose him. “There are some things I need to figure out.” You say when you look at the floor then back at him. You don’t want to lie to him, so a vague truth would have to do.

“You can talk to me, you know that. You can tell me anything.” Steve says softly, his eyes pleading you to talk to him or maybe to stay? You’re not sure.

Not this, you think, I can’t tell you this. “I hope I can, Stevie. Eventually.”

You step closer and hug him wishing for nothing more than to comfort him. The minute you’re in his arms you curse your body for fitting so perfectly against his, and the way it relaxes under his touch. You melt against him for a second, your mind spiraling further. You’re the only one for me, can’t you see? Can’t you tell how perfect this feels? But you’ll never see me as the one for you. Steve’s arms are a reassuring weight on your shoulder, and the way he hunches to cocoon you in his chest makes you sigh softly; softly enough he doesn’t hear you.

“Call me, yeah? I don’t know your aunt’s number.” Steve mumbles above your ear. it tickles you but you dare not move from his embrace. Not yet.

“Robin has it. I’ll call you though, to tell you I arrived okay.” You nod, knowing he feels the movement.

“And drive with caution.” He says next, his tone serious before his voice becomes softer. “ I could have driven you.”

“It’s like an 8 hour round trip Steve, I’d never ask that of you.” You shake your head against his shoulder, involuntarily breathing him in.

Steve reluctantly nods, still frowning you imagine but you don’t blame him. Even without your romantic feelings involved, it would make you sad to leave town for a while. This separation from him though necessary is killing you on the inside. “Just be careful, okay? I’ll miss you.”

You nod against his shoulder again. “I’ll miss you too..” You step back, putting some distance between you and looking into his eyes one more time. I’ll miss everything about you, you want to say.

“Let me check your car, make sure it’s alright for the road.” Steve is still frowning as he scratches his cheek anxiously. “Won’t take long.”

“Thank you, Stevie.” You muster your most convincing smile while your heart aches at his concern. He nods, and walks back to the driveway.

Robin’s arms envelop you a second later, squeezing you tightly. You return her fierce embrace with one of your own, sighing at the thought of leaving her behind. “Sorry to leave you with all the boys.” You tell her.

Robin takes a step back. “Please come back, okay? And call me when you get to aunt Maggie’s ‘cause then I’ll know you’re safe and sound. Don’t forget, or else I will end up hitchhiking to Ohio just to make sure you’re safe and with so many weirdos out there who knows where I’ll end up.” Robin starts to ramble, her eyes serious and her hands clutching your shoulders to get her message across.

You nod your head, smiling at her concern and creative mind. “I will call you, just please don’t hitchhike alright? Ask someone to drive you if you need to check that I’m not dead.”

Robin nods, her short hair bouncing lightly on her head. “I’ll miss you.”

“I will too.” You give her another hug before you move over to hug Eddie, who stands next to her.

Eddie’s leather jacket is cool to the touch, but it doesn’t take away any warmth from his hug. “You’ll be alright buttercup. Things might seem shitty right now, but it’ll get better.”

“Thank you, Eddie.” You say, voice small as you step back and look at him, grateful for his words and his support. “For everything. You’re a good friend.”

He dismisses the compliment with a wave of his hand, smiling softly at you. “You need anything, call us. We’ll get to you as fast as we can. Right, Harrington?” His eyes move to your car, and you turn around to find Steve there closing the hood.

You walk to him and stand next to the driver’s side. “Is it good to go?”

Steve nods, staring at the floor and then looking into your eyes again. “Come back, okay babe? I sure hope you find me here when you do, and that I haven’t crashed myself into a car because the kids drove me crazy while you were gone.”

You laugh at his joke and his own laughter follows soon after. Your eyes light up at the smile on his face, the way his eyes squint against the sun and wrinkle in the corners with his smile. You adore him, you are seriously fucked. “I’ll be back here on Wednesday, Stevie.” You smile at him, forgetting about everything for a second and kissing his cheek. “Don’t crash your car.”

With that, you slide into the driver’s seat, start the car, and drive away.

Steve stands in the driveway and stares after your car as it becomes smaller in the distance, until it turns a corner and disappears from view. It doesn’t feel right, fuck, it’s not right. Why did everything decide go to shit all of a sudden?

“You know Harrington, I did not take you for a blind man.” Eddie says to him, rubbing his chin before he shakes his head.

Steve puts his hands on his hips. “What’s that supposed to mean, Munson?” He’s lost, he’s been so confused since Friday. What had happened?

“Nothing,” Eddie puts his hands up. “I just think it’s sad that you’re so lucky, but you fail to see it.” Eddie gives him a small smile, then goes to his car as Steve stands there feeling more confused than before.

“Munson! Eddie! Come on what’s that supposed to mean?” Steve calls after him, but Eddie doesn’t turn around.

“You’ll figure it out eventually.” Is all Eddie says before getting into his car and driving away.

Steve turns, looking at Robin with pleading eyes. If there’s something he’s missing, which he’s sure he is, she must know it. “Robs?” He asks. “‘You gonna tell me what’s going on?”

Robin flicks his nose, then chuckles. “You should go home, dingus. Sit on it for a while, it’ll come to you.” She turns around and starts to walk along the sidewalk back to her place, leaving Steve to think over her words.

It’ll come to you. What will?

✫✫✫✫

It, in fact, did not come to him. Not on Sunday, and definitely not on Monday, especially with Robin’s refusal to help him out. No clues, no explanations, nothing. Steve’s hair is in a permanent state of disarray from constantly running his fingers through it. You were gone, and though you had talked to him briefly on the phone it just wasn’t enough. Steve feels like he’s going to lose his mind. You’ve been acting weird since the weekend, dodging dinner with what he thinks is a lie about being sick, then randomly leaving to Ohio. There was also the fact that your eyes looked sad, the last time he saw you, your smile only coming through when he joked right before you left. It had filled his chest with joy, but then you drove away and everything inside him deflated. He feels like a walking carcass, a shadow, a lost pet walking down the streets. Had he done something to upset you? Would you ever tell him what?

“You’ve been checking that list out for more than an hour, you know that right?” Robin speaks up from where she sits, reading a magazine with her boots propped up on the counter.

Family video is empty around him, like it always is on Tuesdays, and Steve looks down at the inventory list he’s holding. Every box is checked already, but he zoned out thinking about you and now he looks like an idiot standing by the drama aisle. How fitting.

“Shit.” Steve sighs, walking to place the list on the counter. He rests his head there, squeezing his eyes shut. There are too many questions swirling in his mind; it feels like he’s going crazy ––so he starts to pace. “What if she doesn’t come back Robin!”

“Why wouldn’t she?” She asks vaguely, and Steve knows she’s only half listening to him. “She has a shift at the deli on Thursday.”

“She left last minute, something must have happened. And it has to do with me, because she didn’t tell me until the last minute! I’m her best friend, I’m always the first to know.” Steve runs a hand through his hair again, and stares at the carpeted floor while he walks the whole length of the counter and back. “Then there’s you and Munson being so mysterious about all this, not telling me anything.”

“Steve.” Robin sighs, “I don’t think there’s a point in me telling you, I think you already know what happened, but your mind doesn’t process it yet.”

“I don’t know!” Steve throws his hands up in exasperation at the same time the front door opens. Dustin, Max, and Lucas storm inside, determined looks on their faces.

“Where is she?” Dustin demands, foregoing all manners as he looks from Steve to Robin.

“Who?” Robin asks, not looking up from her magazine.

“You know who!” Dustin says, rolling his eyes. “She’s not been at the Deli for two days.”

“And she won’t answer the phone at home. Her parents said she’s away. Where?” Max asks, furrowing her eyes when she looks at Steve. “Did you do something?”

“No! I’m as lost as all of you are.” Steve rolls his eyes. “She’s been acting weird since Friday.”

“She seemed fine to me.” Lucas shrugs, the crosses his arms over his chest. “She gave us some sandwiches, then we talked for a while. Everything was normal.”

“Yeah, well she bailed on dinner with us because she got sick from eating a sandwich.” Steve shakes his head, looking away from the accusatory looks the teenagers were giving him.

“From a sandwich?” Max says, a confused look crossing her features. “Can’t be, she ate half of mine and I’m fine.”

Steve’s head turns to the redhead so fast, he’s sure he risked whiplash. “What?”

“I told you.” Dustin says with an eye roll. “None of us were sick on Friday.”

“Yeah, but you didn’t tell me she shared a sandwich with Max!” Steve points a finger at him, then sighs and rests his hands on his hips. “So, she just bailed? Didn’t go to the mall? She told me she was excited.”

“You didn’t see her there?” Lucas asks.

“No, Eddie drove Robin that night, she wasn’t around.” Steve shakes his head, then looks at the teens in front of him suspiciously. “What do you know?”

“Eddie couldn’t have driven Robin; he ran out of D&D and then drove to the mall. He said he was running late.” Dustin explains, his eyebrows are furrowed in concentration and Steve knows he’s trying to figure the puzzle out. “So, she must have driven Robin, but why did she leave?”

“Why did she lie?” Steve wonders aloud.

“Maybe she changed her mind.” Lucas supplies and Max shakes her head.

“That’s not it.” Max mumbles, at the same time Robin speaks up.

“Maybe she saw something she didn’t like.”

“I knew it! You know something!” Steve says, turning to face Robin at the same moment she lowers her magazine.

Her gaze is serious, “Think about it, Steve. What did you do on Friday.”

All teenagers turn to him, expectant looks on their faces to hear what Steve has to say.

Steve’s face transforms into a grimace. “I went on a bad date with someone.”

“What?!” Dustin, Max, and Lucas, yell at the same time.

The outrage in their eyes makes Steve put his hands up. “What do you mean ‘what?!’”

Max pretends to think, then speaks up. “Um, aren’t you like completely gone for Y/N?”

“Why would you go on a date with someone else?” Dustin shakes his head.

Steve scratches the back of his neck and looks down at the floor. He almost messed up on Friday afternoon, when he went to the deli to see you. You had looked just so fucking pretty ––like you always do–– with your hair styled in that way that makes Steve crazy and that pink lip-gloss on your lips. It was like you were trying to drive him out of his mind that day, and Steve being the idiot he is, had slipped. He’d leaned too close to you, he let his eyes shift down to your lips and fucking blushed when you caught him staring. He’d given into the impulse of touching your hand and was pretty sure he would have kissed you had a customer not arrived. He felt so stupid, the one thing he told himself not to do ––let you find out he’s in love with you–– and he went ahead and almost blew it. You had smiled so prettily at him, and it took everything in him to put distance between the two of you. So, after leaving the deli, flustered and in a rush, Steve looked for a date to bring to dinner that night. Anything to get the feelings that had surfaced in check, and to cover up his slip in front of you.

“So I would be forced to think about someone else but her! So she wouldn’t figure out I like her!” Steve shakes his head, disliking the way everyone is looking at him like he’s a blind man. Just like Munson said on Sunday.

“It all makes sense now.” Dustin nods, and everyone agrees. Everyone but Steve.

“No,” Steve shakes his head. “What? It doesn’t.”

Robin groans and puts her magazine down. “How would you feel if it had been you in her place, Steve?”

Steve looks down to the floor again, thinking about it. He thinks about you on a date with someone else, some dude who would get to hold your hand and make you laugh. It immediately hurts something inside of him, and he clenches his fists by his sides. “That makes no sense, it would suck, but only because I have feelings for her.”

Max is going to say something, but Robin holds her hand up and speaks first. Her eyes are trained on Steve. “He’ll realize it, give him a minute.”

Steve thinks about the way you lied about being sick and avoided dinner on Friday, those are things he would do too, if he is being honest. He thinks about the possibility of you having feelings for him, about his love not being unrequited and it all makes sense. Your avoidance, the way you looked so sad on Sunday. He’d hurt you, and now you thought he was in love with someone else. Your heart. Steve winces as he thinks about how you must have felt, your heart, so kind and so big, it must have hurt that night. It might even still hurt right now. All because of him.

“So she…” Steve mumbles, speechless at the thought.

“YES STEVE!” Everyone yells at him, and that is enough to jump-start his heart and his mind. It spurs him into action.

“Shit! Shit!” Steve says, patting his pockets for his keys. “I have to go, I gotta go see her and–– and I’ll figure out the rest on the way.”

“We’re coming with you!” Robin jumps up from her seat, a look of triumph on her face. “Told you you’d figure it out.”

“Keith, we gotta go!” Steve yells over his shoulder, running to the door and flipping the store’s sign to close. “Take it out of my paycheck!”

Everyone squeezes into Steve’s car, with barely any time to put their seat belts on before Steve reverses out of his parking spot and speeds out of the lot. He sees everything with new eyes. Hope flourishing on his chest. He needs flowers, and he needs to think over what he’ll say. He’s got 4 hours, more than enough time.

✫✫✫✫

The days you spent at Aunt Maggie’s house had been everything but uneventful. She had welcomed you with open arms and showed you the new things she’d changed around the house since your last visit. From then on you had kept busy, thankful for the distractions, working on the garden, watering the many flowers planted around the property, driving to town and running errands for your aunt. Then there was Saturn, Aunt Maggie’s golden retriever, who had done wonders to your mood the moment you arrived. But still, your feelings and thoughts always found a way to creep up on you. You thought and missed Steve, constantly, unable to tune him out like you hoped, and every phone call with him cemented the fact that you can’t go on lying to him. He is still your best friend, and even though you’re going to lose him you came to the decision to tell him the truth. You’ll tell him that you’re in love with him once you’re back in Hawkins. You figure, that if you’re going to end up hurt either way ––pining while he dates someone else or alone after you confess your feelings–– you might as well get hurt from telling the truth.

You are just about done baking some cookies, taking them out of the oven and setting them on the counter to cool, when you hear a car approaching the house. The gravel road crunches under its weigh, and you look out the window to see if Aunt Maggie was back from her book club. But it isn’t her car that’s approaching, it’s Steve’s. Tiny pieces of dirt fly everywhere as the tires move on the small and secluded path to the house. The sun that’s still shinning, though lower on the sky, glints on the windshield and conceals who’s inside. You try to keep your emotions in check, but your stomach flips traitorously at the thought of it being Steve.

Saturn barks next to you, propping his paws on the kitchen counter to look out the window. A second later he dashes to the front door, and barks to let you know he wants to go out. You take your apron off, and walk to the living room, lingering by the front door for a moment as you wonder what the hell is going on. Your aunt’s dog runs outside the moment you open the door, surprising Max, Lucas and Dustin when they open the back door. Robin is next to slide out of the car, opening the passenger door and running to where you stand.

“Hey stranger.” She smiles, her arms hugging you tightly as you chuckle. You hug her back, smiling widely at the sight of your friend.

“Hey yourself.” You say. “What are you––?”

“YN!” The three teenagers run to you. They shove Robin out of the way before they hug you and though you try, you can’t make out a single word they’re saying. It could be gibberish, or something serious but you can’t focus on any of it because Steve steps out of his car in that moment.

“There are cookies on the kitchen counter.” You tell the three of them after your hug, and it’s enough to get them running inside the house.

Steve walks around his car and stands there, in the sun, holding a small bouquet of colourful flowers. His face is serious, save for a small smile he sends your way, and with just one look you can tell something is different. But you don’t know what.

“Hi.” He says when you walk towards him, eyes shining in a new way that confuses you even more.

“Hi, Stevie.” You smile, then tilt your head slightly. “What are you doing here?”

Steve offers you the flowers with a shrug and when you take them from him, his hand holds your wrist gently. “I came to see you, I have to tell you something.”

You look at his hand when it lets go of you, and swallow hard. “I––I do too.” You say, taking a deep breath and looking into his eyes. How is it that he got prettier in just 3 days.

Steve starts to speak but you speak up first, needing to tell him the truth once and for all ––before you chicken out. “I love you Steve. I––I have feelings for you, so many that I can’t hide them anymore. I saw you on Friday at the mall when you were out on a date and it… well it broke my heart.” You shake your head, looking away and to the side.

You gather courage with another deep breath and look at him again. “I didn’t know how to face you without you finding out about my feelings, so I lied about being sick. I’m sorry for lying, I hated it, I hated being away from you too. But I decided to let you know how I felt, regardless of the consequences. I understand if this makes things between us weird.”

Steve shakes his head, holding you free hand. “Babe––”

“Please don’t call me that if you don’t mean it like it means to me, Stevie.” Tears have gathered in your eyes, and you brush them away quickly. “I can’t take it.”

He takes a step closer to you, making the distance between the two of you smaller. You breathe in sharply at the proximity, only to become breathless a second later. “Babe, baby, beautiful, gorgeous, sweetheart.” Steve whispers to you, his eyes adoring and melting you on the spot. “I mean them all, I’ve meant all of them.” Steve confesses and brings his hands up to cradle your face, his smile is almost shy as he speaks.

At your stunned silence Steve continues, growing more confident. “I love you, I’ve loved you for so long. I only went on a date because I almost kissed you that morning and tried to get over you. And I failed because it’s impossible to get over you.” He shakes his head and closes his eyes. “I’m sorry I hurt you because I never thought you’d feel the same way, you’re way too good for me.”

“No, I’m not.” You shake your head, tears blur your vision for a whole different reason this time. “You deserve everything, Steve.”

“I just need you, only you, babygirl.” His thumb rubs your cheek softly, it makes you close your eyes. “You were gone 3 days and it was hell…I thought I was going to lose you.”

“Stevie.” You whisper. You feel speechless as you stare up at him in wonder and in love, struck with the truth and the relief that you don’t have to give each other up after all. “We’ve been so wrong.”

Steve only nods, understanding the look in your eyes like he’s thinking the same thing. “Gotta make it right.”

You look at his lips then back at his eyes, feeling your face burn when Steve smiles at you.

His pupils dilate as he takes you in, his eyes feeling like a caress everywhere he looks. “I’m yours, baby.” He says softly, “You can kiss me.”

You settle your hands on his shoulders and you lean in, feeling electricity go through your whole body when Steve’s lips touch yours. Every breath on your body leaves you at one, every thought disappears from your mind, and it only leaves room for you to focus on the person in front of you. Your best friend, who’s lips fit so perfectly with yours, you’re not sure how the two of you took so long to take this next step. Because you were both idiots, your mind supplies. You tune it out and wrap your arms around Steve’s neck, pressing your chests together in the process and bringing you even closer. One of Steve’s hands that cradled your cheek moves to the back of your neck, deepening the kiss, and you can’t help the sigh that leaves you. Goosebumps rise on your skin when you feel his tongue brush your bottom lip, his hand tangle in your hair, his teeth lightly catching one of your lips between them. It’s perfect, it overwhelms your senses, it makes you want to stay in this moment forever. You wonder briefly, if this is all a dream but shut that thought down immediately. There’s no way you could conjure up a dream this perfect, a dream that feels so right.

You smile, then laugh when the joy you feel is impossible to hold back, and Steve pulls back with a matching smile of his own. “There it is my girl’s smile. ‘Was going fucking crazy not seeing it for more than a day.” He says.

Your smile brightens, your heart soars inside your chest at how right it all feels. “I missed you, Stevie.”

Steve’s hands drift down to your waist and bring you closer to him; his eyes dark from your kiss softening after a moment. “I missed you more, come back home yeah?”

“I will.” You nod, matching Steve’s shining smile. You hold back a giggle, an idea popping up in your mind just like it did last Friday. “I just have one question.”

“Sure babe.” Steve leans down, his lips placing a couple of barely-there kisses on your cheeks. “Anything.”

“Did you see that updog on the way here?”

“What’s updog?” He asks distracted, lips against your skin.

“Nothing, what’s up with you?” You giggle, and soon start laughing at the look of absolute defeat on Steve’s face. “Told you I’d make you fall for it eventually.”

“Oh come on, I was distracted! You tricked me.”

You cackle as he tries to deny the fact that he fell for your prank and Steve’s eyes squint with determination. His fingers flutter on your waist and you squirm out of his reach, knowing what’s on his mind. There’s no way you’ll let him tickle you. Steve laughs when you start running away to the open field next to the house. He runs after you, following your own laughter, his heart so full it could burst.

You look over your shoulder and smile. “I love you!” You tell him, just because you can, and can’t help but thank fate for this turn of events when Steve yells back:

“I love you.”

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Paring(s): Jack Hughes x Fem!Reader (Trevor Zegras's sister) Warnings: NSFW!!! Smut, making out, p in v, unprotected sex, oral (F receiving), getting caught, swearing, very vocal jack, desperate jack, Use of y/n, nicknames (baby, good girl), not edited.(let me know if i missed any) Summary: y/n gets invited to the Hughes's lake house this summer with her brother. She and Jack end up having the house to themselves. Jack then finds out that she has had a crush on him.

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All the boys were supposed to be out getting food for this big barbeque they wanted to have tonight. I was lying in bed, trying to find something to watch on Netflix, just happy to have the house to myself even if it’s only for a short time.

This summer has been crazy. The lake house has been filled with a bunch of rowdy hockey players, and being the only girl in the house, it can sometimes get overwhelming.

After what felt like ages of trying to figure out the TV and then pick something to watch, I finally decided to watch Mamma Mia.

This was my first time coming to the lake house. Normally, it’s just Trevor who gets invited.

Ellen thought it was a good idea for the boys to invite me. I have been cooped up in my dorm room all school year, so I needed a good vacation.

I also think she told them to invite me because she knew that you have had a crush on Jack for a while now.

As I was pulling the comforter over my legs there was a knock at the door. But before I could answer, they just let themselves in.

Jack walks into the room and tosses himself onto the bed. “Hey.” He says his voice monotone as he puts his hands under his head before his head hits the pillow, his eyes focused on the TV mounted on the wall in front of the bed.

He gives the TV a weird look and reaches for the TV remote. He was already changing the channel before I could even register what was going on. Jack and I have never really hung out alone. So, him choosing to hang out with me caught me off guard.

“Hey, I was watching that!” I say, reaching over to try and take it out of his hand.

“Mama Mia sucks. I’m putting on Jaws,” he says, still no emotion in his voice as he speaks.

“Don’t you have a TV in your room? Why did you have to come into mine to watch it?” he scoffs at me like I’m supposed to know why he’s in my room.

“Jaws is scary. I was also lonely because the guys left without me to go get the food,” he says, turning the volume up on the TV. I let out a huff and rested my back against the headboard.

Jack made himself comfortable as I picked up my phone to text my friend about what was happening.

y/n:

Jack is in my room right now. He just walked in and changed the movie that I was watching. I don’t know why he couldn’t just watch it in his room. He told me that he was lonely.

y/f/n:

Omg! He totally likes you! You should tell him that you like him.

y/n:

No, I'm not doing that. Are you crazy? He’s just going to laugh in my face and then it’s just going to be awkward between us.

y/f/n:

I mean why else would he be in your room right now if he didn’t like you? I say go for it! I love you and all but I'm tired of hearing you talk about how hot he looks when he has just woken up and that you wish he would just rip your clothes off you.

y/n:

Whoa! I have never said that!

y/f/n:

You didn’t have to I always know what you are thinking about. That’s why we’re best friends. Now go and get your man.

You know that nothing could ever happen between you two. Trevor would not be happy to find out that his best friend is getting with his sister.

I place my phone down and get up to go grab a snack. When I come back to the room I see Jack looking through my phone.

“Why the hell are you going through my phone? How the fuck did you even get into my phone? It was locked when I left.” Putting the bowl of popcorn down, I run over to where he’s now sitting on the side of the bed and snatch my phone out of his hands.

“It kept dinging, and I see you type in your code all the time,” he said a smirk now on his face. “So… you have a crush on me?” The smirk never left his face.

“No. What would make you think that,” I say trying to play it off. Trying to act like he wasn’t just looking through your messages with your friend. “Well, first you’re a horrible liar. Second, you are texting your friend about how you think I'm so hot when I have just woken up and that you wish I would rip the clothes off you.” I’m now painfully aware of how close we are to each other. I’m standing so my legs are in between his.

“Now what if I told you that I have liked you for years? And it’s been hell not being able to tell you.” He looks up at me as I cross my arms at what he’s saying. “You're just messing with me because you now know that I like you. So, qui-” He cuts me off by standing up and kissing me.

“Is this ok?” His voice is almost a whisper, almost too quiet for me to hear over the movie that’s still playing. like he was scared to ask.

I shake my head yes. His lips find mine again. The kiss is hard and fast like he was scared I might pull away. “I have been wanting to kiss you for so long,” He says, bringing one of his hands up to cup the back of my neck. His other hand finds its way to my lower back, right above my ass, as he kisses me again.

His hands now travel to the back of my thighs picking me up and wrapping my legs around his waist. He sits back down on the edge of the bed. My hips rocking against him, trying to relieve the tension that has grown between my thighs.

He lets out a grunt, moving both his hands up to my waist so he can help me grind against him. “Fuck. If you keep going, I'm going to cum soon,” he says, still grinding me against the bulge in his pants. “Jack. Please, I need you,” I say, my voice all breathy and whiny.

That’s all he needs to hear before he picks me up and tosses me on the bed. I pull my shirt over my head throwing it to the side. He climbs over me, taking the waistband of my sleep shorts in his hands, and pulling them off me. I’m now in nothing but my underwear. His eyes rake over my body before he kisses me again.

His lips travel down my body to right above my underwear. He hooks his finger in my underwear and pulls it down, placing a few kisses on my thighs as the cold air hits my wet folds.

“Fuck, you're beautiful. If I had known that you liked me as well, I would have asked you out a long time ago,” he says before he hooks his arms around my legs, his hands holding me down at my hips. Kissing me one last time on my thigh before he licked up my folds, sucking my clit into his mouth.

I let out a gasp that turned into a loud moan. His tongue flicks over my clit as he sucks. I try to buck my hips up, his hands keep me in place. His beard scruff rubbing my thighs, creating a burning feeling, and adding to the pleasure. My hands make their way to his hair, tugging hard. He lets out a few grunts as he switches from sucking my clit to lapping at my entrance, making me moan.

“Jack! Fuck, I'm getting close. Don’t stop!” My hands still tugging at his hair. His hands grip my thighs as he pulls me closer to his face. Letting out more grunts he moves back to sucking and licking at my clit.

A loud moan leaves my mouth and my back arches off the bed. “Jack! Oh god. Yes. I’m-.” My sentence gets cut off with another loud moan as my orgasm hits me hard.

“Fuck y/n. you taste so fucking good," he says, kissing his way back up my body, stopping to suck on my nipples.

When his lips make it to mine, I can taste myself on his lips. He pulled away to take his shirt off, now only in his gray sweatpants. A wet spot where the tip of his cock sits pressing against the fabric.

“Lay down I want to ride you,” I say making my way to straddle him.

I reach my hands out and touch his chest. Running them down so they rest on the waistband of his sweats. Only pulling them down enough to pull his cock out.

My thumb slides over the tip and he lets out a hiss. “Come on baby don’t tease me.” His lips form into a little pout.

I adjust myself so I’m now hovering over his cock. I run his tip through my folds, and he lets out little whines. I slowly slide him in, and he tries his best to hold back a moan. “Fuck! Baby, you're so tight. You feel so good around me. Move baby. Need to you move please.” His voice is desperate.

His hips bucking up into me. I start bouncing, and my head tips back from the pleasure. I feel his hand slide from my hips up to my breasts. I let out a loud moan as he rolled my nipples between his fingers.

“Shit. You're doing good. Such a good girl for me.” He thrust to meet my movements. “Jacky! Yes!” My nails run down his chest. With every thrust, he lets out a little whine and mumbles curse words under his breath.

We were too focused on each other to hear the front door close downstairs or the footsteps up the stairs.

“y/n! Jack! Come help us bring in the food,” Quinn yells as he makes his way up the stairs. Shocked expressions make their way onto our faces as we scramble to move away from each other. I grab the closest thing to cover me, it so happens to be Jack's shirt pulling it over me. Jack pulls up his sweatpants and I'm sliding on my underwear right when the door opens.

“y/n have you seen-” Quinn’s mouth drops open and looks between the two of us. Then he lets out a laugh. “Oh boy. Trevor is not going to be happy about this,” Quinn laughs. “Trevor! You owe me twenty dollars!” Quinn rushes out of the room and back down the stairs. I look at Jack wondering if he knew what Quinn was talking about. He looks at me just as confused. We make our way down the stairs following Quinn into the kitchen.

“You owe me twenty dollars,” Quinn says with a big smile on his face. “No! I told you I was not making a bet on when your brother and my sister were going to hook up. That’s gross bro. Jack, I’ll beat your ass later but right now we have a barbeque to host!” Trevor makes his way back outside. Me and jack just look at each other in shock.

“you guys knew?” I ask, now very confused. “Yeah! Your crush on him was so obvious to everyone, well except to him,” Trevor yelled into the house. Everyone let out a small laugh as they went out to help Trevor outside.

#jack hughes #new jersey devils #luke hughes #nj devils #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes x y/n #jack hughes smut #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes blurb #quinn hughes #trevor zegras #smut

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auras-moonstone · 9 months

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could you write something about jack and shy!reader where they’re working on a romcom together and she’s very closed off with him bc she likes him and he’s always going to her trailer to hang out despite her being very quiet

okay so i may have reached a new level of cheesiness with this one shot but i kinda love it??? hope you do too🫶🏻💓

the tower at midnight — jack champion

word count: 2,394

pairing: jack champion x shy!fem!reader

summary: jack and y/n are working on a rom-com together. because of her shyness and crush on him, y/n is really closed off and jack is determined to change that.

WHEN Y/N AUDITIONED FOR THE ROLE OF ANNA IN THE NETFLIX ADAPTATION OF ANNA AND THE FRENCH KISS, she would’ve never ever—not even in her wildest dreams—imagined that the boy who played Étienne St. Clair (the love interest) would be Jack Champion, her celebrity crush.

Jack knew he had soft spot for her from the moment they met, at the cast presentation/meeting. Y/N had been standing awkwardly by the door because, just like him, she had arrived earlier than the rest.

“Hi, you must be Y/N” he gave her a wide smile, showing his perfect teeth and cute dimples. Y/N couldn’t believe he was even more perfect in person.

“Hi… yes” she shifted awkwardly. Her nostrils caught the scent of his strong and sweet cologne, and she instantly became addicted.

“I’m Jack! Nice to meet you! I’m really excited to be working with you” Jack’s voice was the complete opposite of hers—loud, excited, confident, steady.

“Thanks, me too” she sent him a soft smile, which was enough to send Jack’s heart beats on a marathon.

“It’s your first acting role, right?” he asked, interested in knowing more about the girl. Y/N nodded shyly. “Don’t worry. I’m sure you’ll do amazing! I know it can seem very intimidating, but you’ll be okay”.

“Thank you” Y/N smiled gratefully. She was completely entranced by him, by his kindness and by his warmth.

“What are you listening to?” he asked, eyeing the earphone that hung from my neck.

“Um, the Mamma Mia soundtrack” she replied, cheeks red as she offered him one of the earphones. He beamed at her, and accepted it. They both sat together in comfortable silence, humming to the ABBA songs as they waited for the rest of the cast.

JACK THOUGHT THAT BY THE PASSING DAYS, Y/N WOULD WARM UP TO HIM AT LEAST A LITTLE. But he had been totally wrong, she even became more reserved than the day they met.

He only heard her voice when they were doing a scene, and it was weird to see the contrast between them when they were playing Anna and Étienne—two friends who were clearly into each other—and the real Y/N and Jack—two people who didn’t interact at all behind cameras. It was like living two lives, and Jack liked what he felt with Y/N when they were doing a scene together. Her eyes held a certain spark when she looked at him, and she blushed so prettily and her soft voice was just so enthralling… she was a great actress and Jack was beginning to think he was really not acting the attraction towards her at all.

Little did he know, Y/N wasn’t acting either. She liked him, a lot, and wished she wasn’t so shy because she really wanted to spend more time with Jack when the cameras weren’t near them. But Y/N knew she would make a fool of herself, and would be extremely obvious about her feelings, and weirding Jack out by her little crush was the last thing Y/N wanted. So, she stayed in her own little bubble while she enjoyed his company during the interactions between Anna and Étienne.

But Jack was not going to let it stay like that. And, one day, after they finished a scene, he followed Y/N to her trailer.

“Hey, do you mind if I stay with you?” Jack asked as she opened the door.

Y/N looked surprised “No… it’s okay” she said in a low tone. Jack smiled and held the door open for her. “Thanks” she muttered, her stomach squirming. He really was perfect.

There wasn’t a conversation at all. And one might think that would’ve been awkward as hell, but it wasn’t. Y/N felt comfortable, and Jack enjoyed her company even when they didn’t talk at all. So they did the same the next day, and the following one, and soon it became their little religion.

Y/N wondered why he kept going—not that she minded, of course. But he could spend his free time with other cast members who actually talked to him, and instead Jack sat in complete silence with her for minutes, not even attempting to make a conversation. She couldn’t help but ask.

“Why do you do this?” her question surprised him, and he paused the game he was playing on his phone.

“What?” Jack asked confused.

“You know, sit with me everyday, when I’m the most boring person to hang out” her voice was little.

Because I like you, he was tempted to say. But he didn’t want her to run away “You’re not boring. Sometimes conversations are overrated, you know? And it feels nice to hang out with you, you make me feel at peace”.

Y/N blushed. No one had ever said that to her ‘make me feel at peace’. Most people left her alone when they got the memo that she didn’t want to talk. Jack didn’t. “I… feel the same about you. I’m comfortable with you, and it’s… funny to watch you furrow your eyes when you are struggling at your game” she admitted, letting out a small laugh.

Jack’s smile appeared almost as a reflect. She had no idea how much he liked her “And I think it’s funny how you squirm whenever a kissing scene comes up in your book”.

Y/N’s body grew hot. “I just like when the characters finally kiss. I get invested a lot”

“Have you read Anna and the french kiss before the adaptation was announced?” Jack asked.

The girl smiled, she loved talking about rom-coms. “Of course. It’s one of my favorite romances. In fact, it enters my top five”.

“Oh, let’s see. Tell me your top” he asked, moving to sit next to her.

“At number five, Kisses and croissants—which like Anna, is set on Paris—, then The Happy Place—it’s really heart wrenching but it’s so good—, The do-over—I love it, it’s very original—, Anna and the french kiss—I absolutely love the whole Paris exploration and the romance and friendship between Anna and St. Clair is impeccable… and then, my absolute favorite is-“

“Wait! Drumrolls” he interrupted her, before making the sound.

Y/N laughed “Better than the movies, of course. Best romance I’ve ever read”.

“Oh, I know that one! I’ve been fan casted as the main character” Jack said.

As if I didn’t know, she said internally. He was the perfect Wes Bennet, and now that she actually knew him, she couldn’t deny it. “I know” she confessed.

“Really? What do you think?”

“The fans clearly make a good point” she said. How was he getting her to talk so much? She never felt like that towards someone. When she was around Jack, she wanted to make conversation.

Jack saw how passionate Y/N was about books, so he hold onto that topic. He loved hearing her voice, and her enthusiasm. “Tell me about this character. I’ve never read the book”.

And so Y/N talked about Wes, about how similar he was to Jack. And said boy was on cloud nine, not only was Y/N talking to him, but he was complimenting him. Well, she complimented Wes, but she mentioned lots of times how he and Jack were literally the same person—so the compliments were towards him too, right? And he loved it.

THEIR DYNAMIC COMPLETELY CHANGED EVER SINCE THAT DAY ON THE TRAILER. Jack noticed Y/N had grown more comfortable and confident around him, though she did have moments of shyness—especially when he threw praises at her. That’s another thing that changed: Jack wouldn’t pass the opportunity to shower her with compliments. The first one had slipped out of his mouth, she just looked so gorgeous on that skirt and top, that he couldn’t shut up. At first, he cursed at himself thinking it was going to make her uncomfortable, but then she blushed and gave him a little smile and Jack knew he had to tell her at least one nice thing every day. He realized that flattering her was his favorite activity, and he was very addicted to her reactions.

Maybe it was all in his imagination, but he had the feeling that Y/N liked him back. The blushing, the glances, her little stiffness whenever he got too close—it could be just her shyness, he knew it, but the hopeful part of him told him it was more than that.

“Y/N/N?” he interrupted her reading. That was a new activity they had—Jack asked Y/N if she could read him ‘Better than the movies’, and she couldn’t say no when he pouted. So she read to him during their breaks at the trailer.

“Yes?” she looked down at her lap, where Jack’s head was resting.

“Are you doing something tonight?” he asked.

Y/N frowned “No, why?”

“I just realize, we are in Paris and we didn’t get to explore much. Just the places we have filmed at, and it sucks because it is such a beautiful city”

“So…?”

“Right. Well, I was wondering if you wanted to explore with me tonight. We leave the set earlier today, so it’s a great opportunity. We can have dinner, and then visit some touristic places” he tried to speak confidently, but he was practically screaming on the inside.

“Yes, that sounds really nice, actually” she nodded, not thinking much of it. Jack cursed at her calmness, guess she didn’t understand he was actually asking her on a date.

“Great. It’s a date” Jack said, paying attention to her reaction. Her jaw fell open, and the grip on the book loosened letting it fall to her lap—or Jack’s face to be exact. “Ouch!”.

“Shit. Shit. I’m so sorry, Jack” Y/N apologised, body turning warm with embarrassment.

“You could’ve just said no, you know? Didn’t have to hit me with your book” he joked.

“No, no. I want to… I want it to be a date” she said softly. “Did I hurt you?” she touched his nose carefully.

“Not anymore. The pain is now long forgotten” Jack said looking her in the eyes. She turned her head away, they were too close and he was making her extremely nervous “I love it when you blush, did you know that? I… I like you”

“I got the hint ever since you randomly started to tell me compliments every day” she confessed.

“So you knew that I liked you?” Jack asked surprised. She nodded shyly “Why didn’t you say anything?”

Y/N shrugged “I’m not good at making the first move”

“Well, I am” he smiled smugly, leaning closer to her. He was going to kiss her. She had even closed her eyes, waiting for the feeling of his lips. “No”

Y/N opened her eyes in confusion “What?”

“You like romance, don’t you?” Jack asked, she affirmed with her head “We are in one of the most romantic cities in the world and you’re a fan of romantic comedies. Wouldn’t it be a shame if we have our first kiss in a trailer when there are so many beautiful places where we could have it?” he left Y/N completely speechless. “I’ll pick you up at 8, gorgeous”.

Y/N swooned. This guy was taken out of a romantic novel, there’s no other explanation.

WALKING AROUND THE CITY OF PARIS WITH JACK FELT LIKE A FAIRYTALE. They bought a disposable camera and took pictures of everything—when they went to The Louvre, to Le arc de Triomphe, the Luxembourg Gardens. And now, they were at their final stop before heading back to the hotel. Of course, they had to end their little exploration with Paris’ most iconic monument—the Eiffel Tower.

“Holy shit” Y/N said in complete awe. It was completely dark—as it was midnight already—so the tower shone brightly. The warm flashing lights of the monument reflected on Y/N’s starry eyes and Jack was completely taken by the view—her, of course. “This is completely mesmerising, Jack”.

“I know” eyes never leaving her eyes.

“Excuse moi” the voice of an old woman interrupted them. Y/N turned around and smiled warmly at her. She asked something in french that Jack couldn’t understand, but Y/N nodded and took the phone the woman held in her hands.

Y/N took a picture of the lady in front of the tower, and smiled at her as she handed the phone back. The unknown female looked at Jack, who was watching them with a grin, and said something to Y/N that made her blush and laugh.

“What did she say?” Jack asked curiously when Y/N came back to his side.

“She said that you were very handsome and that we make a great couple” Y/N admitted, smiling lightly but not quite looking at him from embarrassment.

“That was a wise woman, then” Jack smirked. “I didn’t know you spoke french”

“I studied it at school, so I can speak it quite well” she told him.

“Can you say something to me in french?” he was dying to hear her voice in that accent.

Y/N turned around to face him and, with an air of confidence, she said “Tu es le plus beau garçon que J'ai jamais vu. Je t'aime beaucoup et je suis amoureuse de ton sourire et de tes beaux yeux”.

With his jaw almost reaching the floor, his eyes roamed from her eyes down to her mouth, completely bewitched by the sound of her voice and the movement of her lips. He didn’t recognise one word that she had said, yet his heart felt like jumping out of his chest.

“Wha-what does that mean?” he whispered breathlessly.

“I said… You’re the most beautiful boy I’ve ever seen. I like you very much and I’m in love with your smile and your beautiful eyes”

“And-and how do you say ‘Can I kiss you?’ in french?” he asked, fingertips caressing her full lips.

“Je peux t'embrasser?” she answered.

Jack smiled “Yes, of course you can”

Y/N laughed “Dork” she whispered before pressing her lips against his.

Y/N didn’t quite know how Jack manages to make her feel absolutely fearless. But she was in love with the feeling, she was so in love with him that she might stop breathing. She was in love with his cheeky smile, his sweet disposition, his understanding self, his silly jokes, his touch and his loving gaze, and now, one hundred percent, with his kisses.

“I’m in love with you too” Jack said against her lips.

#jack champion #jack champion x y/n #jackchampion #jack champion x reader #jack champion fluff #jack champion oneshot #jack champion imagine #ethan landry #ethanlandry #jack champion fanfic #ethan landry oneshot #ethan landry fluff #anna and the french kiss

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diorsluv · 22 days

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casual , part 2

“ ‘cause i’m still hanging around ”

series m. list previous chapter next chapter

vivianliu

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vivianliu spending time w my girlfriend while she’s still my girlfriend 🫶

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username21 ethan flirting every chance he gets 😭

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_alexturcotte what’s your opinion about it

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next chapter notes ) like stated in the description under the au on the main masterlist… EXTREMELY SUGGESTIVE so let this be your warning 😭 yall r freaky bitches tho bc I REMEMBER THAT ONE CHAPTER IN FEATHER 🤨🤨 the influx of notes i had on that chap was insane also this chap’s a short girlie butttttt hell week is incoming so im either gonna have more short chaps or less longer chaps 😓😓

tags: @dancerbailey3 @hughesfein @loveforaugust

#ethan edwards #ethan edwards fanfic #ethan edwards fic #ethan edwards x reader #ethan edwards x y/n #quinn hughes #jack hughes #trevor zegras #cole caufield #alex turcotte #luke hughes #mackie samoskevich #mark estapa #dylan duke #rutger mcgroarty #luca fantilli #adam fantilli

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percervall · 4 months

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Mamma mia, here I go again {pt5}

Summary: A summer of poor decisions leads you to having to face the consequences of your actions —and the men involved. Pairing: Kevin Magnussen x fem!reader, Lewis Hamilton x fem!reader, Mark Webber x fem!reader Warnings: talk of pregnancy, mentions of a past relationship, Mark being a dick Word count: 2.5k Taglist: @ashy-kit @averagef1fansblog @barcelonaloverf1life @bradfordbantams @dannyramirezwife-simpaccount @doofenshmirtzevil-inc @exotic-iris13 @goldsainz @iloveneteyam @jaypreshpresh @laura-naruto-fan1998 @monzamash @norrisleclercf1 @opheliaas-stuff @roseseraj @szobosz @vellicora

Part 5 of the Mamma Mia series

Despite the fact that you had just had the summer break, not having a race weekend after Monza comes as a welcome breather. It allows you to catch up on tasks you had been neglecting. You finally managed to clean your flat and had just finished the last load of laundry that morning. It also allowed you time to finally schedule an appointment with a clinic to get a scan done. It had felt surreal, getting the black and white confirmation of the pregnancy. You’re still not sure if having a baby is the smartest move right now, but the relief you felt when you saw that the pregnancy was where it’s supposed to be and the heartbeat left you feeling even more confused about the whole situation. Trying your hardest to push all of that to the side, you change into your workout clothes and roll out your yoga mat. At this point you just need 15 minutes of not thinking about anything and you had found yoga to be a great help. As you centre yourself, focussing on your body and breathing through the poses, you begin to feel calmer. Taking another deep breath, you move into the next pose. The calm energy is rudely interrupted by your phone ringing. For a second you consider just letting it go to voicemail but the sound of the phone buzzing on the table is too much of a distraction to ignore. Huffing in annoyance, you get up from the floor.

“Hello?”

“Hello to you too, sweetheart. Am I interrupting something?”

“Yes, my workout,” you retort, rolling your eyes at Mark’s tone.

“Mm, if you need a hand let me know,” he says and you can just picture the look on his face. Smug son of a bitch.

“For fuck’s sake..” you mutter, “Get to the point or I’m hanging up.”

“Oh sweetheart, I’m only teasing.”

“Mark, I’m not doing this. Again, get to the point or I will hang up,” you reply.

“RIght, yes. I’m in your neck of the woods this week for some meetings and I was wondering whether you’d like to come over for dinner on Thursday? I know typically you’d take a girl out on a date, but I think there’s a few things that have gone left unsaid for far too long.”

“I-.. I’d like that very much, Mark.” Despite his constant flirting, you’re grateful that he offers the both of you an opportunity to talk.

“I can pick you up if you want or you can drive so you have an out if you need it. I don’t-.. I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” You can hear the sincerity in his voice and it breaks your heart a little bit that this is what is left of the relationship you once had with him.

“Thanks Mark, I don’t mind driving. Not because of the reasons you named, but I don’t want to inconvenience you by having to drive this way twice. Just text me the address and a time and I’ll be there.” Your phone buzzes against your face, indicating you have received a new message.

“You should have it now. Okay, I’ll let you get back to your workout.” You both say your goodbyes before hanging up. You put the phone down on the table and stare out of the windows in your living room, lost in memories.

Mark and you met in 2012, while he still drove in Formula 1. You had just graduated university with a degree in Mathematics and Engineering, and your thesis had somehow made its way to the desk of Christian Horner. And so, there you were: 23 years old and bright eyed, using the tool you had developed for your thesis to analyse simulator data and translating that into adjustments needed to the set up of the car to extract its maximum potential. While you mainly worked on Sebastian’s side of the garage, you often bumped into Mark during race weekends, always ready with a comment that should’ve gotten him written up. Mark was everything you needed in a man at that point in your life and it felt so good to feel wanted, to feel desired. And then 2013 happened.

You have to physically shake your head to stop going down that rabbit hole, only now noticing how hard you’re gripping the back of a chair. Exhaling deeply, you let go, flexing your fingers to get rid of the tension. Despite knowing you need to have this conversation before either of you can even think about second chances, you’re not looking forward to reliving how it all fell apart.

Thursday approaches a lot faster than you had anticipated, work keeping you busy even if there wasn’t a race. Having already showered, you’re now standing in front of your wardrobe trying to decide on what to wear. The old you would have gone for something frilly and short. Mark loved seeing you in these tiny summer dresses, and you loved how his hand felt on your bare thigh, allowing him to easily slide up under your dress while you were out for team dinners and tease you mercilessly. Chewing your bottom lip, you peruse your options. Despite it being September, it’s still a balmy 22 ℃ although it will probably cool off during the course of the evening. Feeling the need to reclaim a part of you that Mark stole from you, you decide to go for a dress. Even if you no longer wear those short, cutesy dresses, you still love how dresses make you feel. There’s a femininity that you sometimes feel out of sync with because of your job. It feels empowering, dressing up in a world built for men. Your eyes fall on a recent purchase –a flowy midi length dress in a gorgeous burnt orange. Slipping it on, you brush your fingers over the soft linen fabric, admiring the way the gold buttons catch the sunlight. It’s casual enough for tonight, but it gives you that little boost of confidence that you know you will need to make it through Mark’s relentless flirting. Closing the door of your wardrobe, you slip on a pair of sandals and grab your purse before heading out.

It turns out that Mark lives a lot closer to you than you had expected when you first looked at the address he sent you. You park the car on the paved driveway in front of the detached house in the outskirts of Oxford, taking in its grandeur. You remember Mark telling you about how his family would come over for the holidays sometimes and so the extra bedrooms make sense. As you slam your door shut, you spot Mark in the door opening.

“Hey sweetheart,” he greets you and you let him pull you into a hug.

“Hey,” you reply softly, following him inside. Mark leads you to a large open kitchen-dining space before offering you something to drink.

“Wasn’t sure whether you’d want to eat outside or not,” Mark says as he hands you a glass.

“Might as well make the most of this warm weather,” you reply with a smile. Mark returns your smile and takes you outside through the large French doors in the kitchen.

“Dinner’s almost ready. Please, sit. Make yourself comfortable and I’ll join you in a moment.”

You do as he asks, taking in the landscaping from your spot on the patio. It doesn’t take long for Mark to start bringing out the dishes, refusing your help.

“I might’ve gone a little overboard,” he admits sheepishly as he brings out the final dish. The grilled asparagus should’ve been a giveaway, but you can’t help but feel touched when Mark places a lamb roast on the table.

“I can’t believe you remembered,” you say, throat closing with tears.

“How could I forget? It’s not every day you find a pretty girl crying quietly in the corner of the garage after a race –which we won by the way– because she missed her nan’s Sunday roast. She always made lamb, right?” Mark says. You nod and try to swallow back tears.

“Thanks Mark, this-.. This means a lot to me,” you whisper. Mark smiles softly and gives your hand a squeeze.

During dinner, the conversation mainly revolves around catching up. Mark tells you all about managing McLaren’s rookie driver and how he’s finding it to work at Channel 4 with David. You update him on your appointment, showing the little sonogram picture.

“So everything’s okay with the baby?” he asks, an anxious look in his eyes.

“Uhu, so far so good. They estimated that I’m about 7 weeks along now.” Mark looks back down at the picture on your phone, a large finger tracing it gently as he smiles. Seeing him so enamoured by the tiny blob on the sonogram brings up a mix of emotions for you; it warms your heart to see him like this, but it also terrifies you that those feelings for him never went away and how easy it is to fall back in step with him.

“You’d look so hot in those maternity dresses,” Mark comments, his tone flirtatious, “You always look hot in a dress. I still dream about that pink one with the hearts you wore to dinner after Silverstone. You looked so innocent in that dress, but we both knew you were anything but.”

And then he goes and says shit like that, and it all comes tumbling down like a house of cards.

“I no longer dress for you, Mark. You lost that privilege a long time ago,” you retort, voice even but there’s an edge to it. You remember the dress he is talking about, remember what he is referring to. Before your food even arrived at the table, Mark had dragged you into the bathroom. He had made some comment about how pretty you looked but how you’d look even prettier on your knees with your mouth wrapped around his cock, and so that’s what you did. That was how your relationship worked: Mark would make a suggestive comment and you would obey without a second thought. Of course he always made sure he took care of you; he was the one who helped you discover you could experience multiple orgasms, would always clean you up afterwards and run you a bath. But despite all this, he always took what he wanted from you first. You wish you could have protected your younger self against the heartbreak that was headed your way, against the feeling of being lost at sea after Mark left you alone in that hotel room with nothing more than the remnants of his fingerprints on your skin. After the dust had settled, you had promised yourself never again; you would never allow yourself to be in that position again.

“I’m sorry,” Mark says, breaking you from your spiralling thoughts, “for- I’m sorry for how it all went down, how I treated you. You deserved so much better than that,” he adds, referring to the note he left you after that final race in Brazil.

“Why did you leave me?” you ask, voice barely above a whisper.

“Because I couldn’t drag you into my mess. You had your entire career still ahead of you while I needed to get out. That last season was a shitshow, despite the fact that Seb won the Driver’s and RedBull the Constructor’s. I was sick and tired of how the team favoured Seb. I had nothing left to give..”

“You shut me out, I thought we were in it together.. Or was I just a means to get back at Sebastian?” It’s impossible to not sound bitter, hurt evident in your tone.

“No, Jesus, no sweetheart. You know it started out as a way to annoy him, but my feelings for you were genuine; I loved you, and in many ways still do.” Regret is written all over his face when your eyes meet his. You know your relationship back then was complicated. Of course there was the age gap –Mark is a good 13 years older than you– which somehow trickled into the bedroom where he showed you things that made your previous boyfriends look like clueless little boys by comparison. And as every naive 20-something-year-old with daddy issues would have done, you fell head over heels in love with him, giving him your heart and your body.

“You broke a piece of me that day that I might not ever get back,” you whisper.

“And I will spend the rest of my life regretting the way I handled things. You’re right, I should’ve been open and honest with you instead of walking out on us,” Mark says, taking your hand in his.

“I’ve spent ten years avoiding you. The ghost of you haunted me in that garage and so when Mercedes called, I took it with both hands. I was a mess those first years, somehow still hoping you’d come back for me. And then it became painfully clear you weren’t and I mourned the loss of you all over again. I hated you for what you did to me, hated myself even more for ever allowing you to get close enough to hurt me, for still being in love with you despite it all. The last ten years I’ve spent building up walls so I wouldn’t have to feel like that version of me again, and look where that’s gotten me.” You laugh humorlessly, biting your lip to stop the tears from falling. “I have become the very definition of a cliche, entangled in a love square and too scared to let any of them in.”

Before you really know what’s happening, Mark pulls you out of your seat and into his lap. Your legs dangle over the arm of the chair and you bury your face in the crook of his neck.

“I need you to listen carefully, okay sweetheart? If anyone deserves to take the blame for what happened, it’s me. And if you’ll let me, I will spend the rest of my life showing you just how worthy of love you are. I know all three of us will. You might have a hard time letting us in right now, but baby you need to know that we’re all in if you are. You are worth waiting for.” You take a deep breath, inhaling his cologne. The scent of it helps to calm you down, it reminding you of the lazy mornings spent in bed cuddling.

“You’re the second person to tell me that,” you mumble as you look up at him. Mark smiles, brushing away your tears with his thumb and cradles your cheek in his palm.

“Then it must be true.”

You smile back at him, albeit timidly and snuggle into him once more. Alice’s words from a week prior echo in your head. “Keeping your heart shut like this, it’s safe but also lonely.” You’re beginning to wonder whether the cost has been far greater than the benefits of keeping romance at bay. Doing so hurt a good man; had you been able to allow Kevin in completely, you know he would have made you feel safe and loved. You also know Kevin deserves better –hell, you deserve better, but knowing and doing are two very different things, and right now you’re not sure if you’ll ever be ready for this level of love –from any of them.

Welp, there you have it. Date no.2 🙊

Again, a massive thank you to @curiousthyme and @szobosz for being my beta readers for this chapter, and a shoutout to @monzamash for helping me with figuring out the details for this date

Please feel free to let let me know what you think; your comments, tags and likes mean the absolute world to me 💜

I'm gonna take the holidays off from posting this fic to just relax (and maybe get some more writing done, who knows?), so the last date will be posted in the new year on the 6th. Wishing you all a merry Christmas and all the best for the new year!

#f1 fanfic #kevin magnussen x reader #kevin magnussen x you #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton x you #mark webber x reader #mark webber x you #mamma mia fic

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ctitan98official · 3 months

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@lesbiancartoonlover : Hey I just read that waaaaay too cute scene where Y/N finds a toddler and brings her home to Alcina. Can I request that with Donna please? Also I've been reading your works for some time now and I love them, but I was too shy to ask for something😅

Thank you! Yeah, that request was really cute uwu I’m just going to use the same character name for the toddler that I did in the last one. I’m lazy. (Also, please don’t feel like you need to be shy with me, I’m just a silly gal <3 I love getting requests!). Post this ask is talking about here! Let’s get into it!

Y/N: *Leaving Donna’s house* Bye, babe! I’m gonna go hang out in the village.

Donna: *Currently having a tea party with the dolls because they insisted* Be safe, cara mia! *Holds her teacup out to Angie* Two sugars, no milk please.

Angie: *Happily scooping sugar into Donna’s teacup*

In the village

Y/N: *Breathes in* Ahh, what a somewhat not completely horrible day in bumfuck Romania!

Y/N: *Feels something grip onto their leg* Hmm? *Looks down to see a little toddler clinging to them* Oh, hello! What’s your name, squirt?

The toddler: *Giggles at Y/N* My name Eliza! I’m thwee! *Proudly holds out three fingers*

Y/N: *Laughs* Wow! You’re so big! *Crouches down to her level* Whatcha doing out here all by yourself?

Eliza: *Crosses her arms* I don’ know!

Y/N: *Concerned* Do you know where your grown-ups are?

Eliza: *Shakes her head, furrowed brow* They lef’ me! They not nice!

Y/N: *Alarmed* They left you all alone?!

Eliza: *Nods her head*

Y/N: *Thinking* I need an adult! Donna will know what to do! *Clears their throat* Well, why don’t you come home with me, half-pint! My wife is a doll maker, do you like dolls?

Eliza: *Eyes sparkling* Dolls?! Yeah, yeah! *Makes grabby hands at Y/N so they’ll pick her up*

Y/N: Nice! Let’s get going! *Picks Eliza up*

Y/N and Eliza: *Make their way to Donna’s house, cracking each other up and singing songs*

Y/N and Eliza: *Get to the house*

Y/N: *Carries Eliza inside* Donna! Special delivery!

Donna: *Finishing her tea party with the dolls* Cara mia! I thought you were- *Sees Eliza* A Baby! *Puts a hand to her chest* Mine. She’s mine. Give her to me, Y/N. Now. *Holds out her hands to Eliza*

Eliza: *Wiggles so hard Y/N nearly drops her, gets put on the floor, eagerly runs over to Donna*

Donna: *Scoops up Eliza* Hello, tesoro. What’s your name? *Nuzzles Eliza*

Eliza: *Immediately feels safe with Donna, snuggles into her* I’m Eliza! I like dolls! *Squeals happily and points at Angie and the dolls*

Angie: Of course you do! We are pretty amazing. *Gently pats Eliza on the head*

Eliza: *Giggles at Angie and the other dolls who are curiously watching*

Y/N: *Walks over to Donna* Babe! What should we do? *Whispers in Donna’s ear* She was left alone in the village by her folks. I don’t think they’re coming back.

Donna: *Outraged that someone could leave a little cutie like Eliza all alone* Well, we’re obviously keeping her, Y/N. *Runs a hand through Eliza’s hair, places a kiss on her head*

Y/N: *Shocked* Wow, she can stay?!

Donna: Absolutely, cara mia. *Looks down at Eliza* Would you like this to be your new home, bambina?

Eliza: Yeah! *Hugs Donna*

Donna: *Gives Eliza a tender squeeze* Why don’t you go introduce yourselves to all of the dolls, bambina. They’re excited to meet you. Mamma will make you some food, okay? *Gently places Eliza on the ground*

Eliza: *Waving to all of the dolls and saying hi*

Y/N: *Feels their heart melt at Donna’s sweetness* Angie, could you keep an eye on Eliza? We’ll both be right in the other room.

Angie: *Salutes* I’m on it, boss!

Y/N: *Follows Donna into the kitchen* Wow, you’ve got this mothering thing down pat, babe! *Hugs Donna from behind as she starts cooking*

Donna: *Giggles at Y/N* You act surprised, cara mia. I’m already the mother of all of the dolls in this house.

Y/N: *Laughs* Oh yeah, you are! *Starts to help gather ingredients* What are you making, anyway?

Donna: A meal fitting for a new family member: Spaghetti with bolognese. I’m going to use my mother’s recipe.

Y/N: *Licks their lips* Yummy! But Eliza would probably be just as happy with the spaghetti that comes in those little cans. Maybe we can stock up on them the next time I go to Duke’s!

Donna: …

Y/N: …

Donna: *Turns and stares daggers at Y/N* You should leave my kitchen before I say something I’ll regret, Y/N.

Y/N: *Yelps in terror and runs out as fast as they can*

Note: Y/N never learns their lesson about how picky Donna is when it comes to Italian food.

Masterlist

#donna beneviento #re8 #re8 village #donna beneviento x reader #donna beneviento x y/n #angie beneviento #resident evil village #resident evil imagines #resident evil 8 #resident evil #re8 shitpost #re8 incorrect quotes

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elliesappetite · 16 hours

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Mamma Mia (Jackson era)

A/N: I've been wanting to make this story but I've always been putting it off, also i've been wanting more angsty stories but everything is just pure smut ;(.

pairing: joel miller x reader

rating: mature

word count: 1k

warnings: angst, angst with a happy ending, potential smut (idk), pen names, insecurity, jealousy, miscommunication.

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You wouldn’t say you’re avoiding the Texan man, no you’re just, busy with patrolling. For the past few months, you and Joel Miller were happy, well by happy it means you and him always end the day with each other in a bed. Mostly Joel’s bed when Ellie is away with school, training or just hanging out with Dina and Jesse.

You wouldn’t also say it was a “friends with benefits”, more…two people who want to let out some steam kind of thing. So, by definition, friends with benefits. In the beginning, you and Joel made this promise that neither of you will fall in love with each other, making it less “difficult” and less “complicated” in his words.

You met him in Boston when it was you, him, and your older sister Tess. When she died, you and Joel got closer, much, much closer. You were so close in fact that you would cuddle when it’s too cold, or if one person has a nightmare which is normally him. Don’t fall for him, don’t fall for him. You kept repeating in your head every time you get near him.

But you messed up.

You messed up royally.

You broke the one promise.

You fell for the man.

You fell for the Texan man who is constantly having every woman’s attention; as they drool over him and his muscular arms, and his muscular chest.

It’s been hard, not being near him. But you cannot be around him, so you’ve taken up a lot more patrolling, but unfortunately you and him were put together for patrol.

It’s also hard seeing him with a certain woman, Marge. She’s more his age, and that scares you, it scares you to pieces.

So here you are, at the Tipsy Bison, nursing a drink as Tommy’s sitting down next to you.

“I need to ask somethin’.” He says out of nowhere.

You turn your head in confusion.

“Did something happen between you and Joel? Is there an issue? You’ve never had a problem with him before, you two are so close.” Tommy pointed out.

“There’s no issues it’s just…” you sigh, lowering your head as you sip the glass of alcohol in your hand. “It’s just complicated Tommy, really.” You assure him and attempting to reassure yourself.

He places his hand on our shoulder, giving it a light tug. “If my brother is givin’ you a hard time, you can tell me.” He informs you as you nod. “Thanks Tommy I just…” you let out a breath. “Like I said, it’s complicated.” You look out the window, seeing the moon popping out, knowing that if you don’t leave now, you won’t end up sleeping tonight. “Thanks for the talk, really, but I need to get home, I’ve got early patrol tomorrow.” Tommy lets out a hum before giving you a small smile, as you leave for home.

“Fuck my life” you mutter to yourself as you prepare for tomorrow morning.

Fuck my life indeed, as you prepare your horse, Lady, for the upcoming patrol, with your rifle hanging on the side, and your pistol (with the safety on) tucked into your back pocket, as you mentally prepare for what may happen with Joel.

You haven’t spoken to him in two weeks, with the excuse of ‘I’m busy’, ‘I have to help Maria’ and so on. It’s been killing you, but your insecurities over whatever relationship you have with Joel is too much to handle.

He’s spending so much time with Marge, noticing he’s slowly pulling away, knowing that you could never compete with a beautiful woman like her who actually is Joel’s age.

You were too busy with Lady, you didn’t notice Joel leaning against the door frame to the stables, arms crossed as he admires you. He doesn’t understand you; he doesn’t understand why you’ve been avoiding him. He doesn’t understand you. He needs you.

He clears his throat, causing you to jump slightly.

“You ready?” He asks as he holds onto the strap of his bag.

You nod, giving a small hum as you check one last time to make sure everything is in place. Joel notices the quietness. He doesn’t like it. He hates it. Just like he hated the two weeks of radio silence from you. What did he do? Why are you not rambling to him about patrol or about what funny thing Ellie pulled?

You grab Lady, knowing it’s going to be a longggg morning.

After an excruciating ride, you and Joel finally manage to reach the patrol station, where you attach your horses inside, keeping them nice and warm from the snow outside.

You spot Joel staring out the window, observing the sky.

“You see something?” You question as he continues looking through the window.

“Clouds. Storms comin’” He mentions as he turns his head to look at you. “Right.” You respond awkwardly, not sure what else to say.

There’s a pregnant pause, as you both stand there, him looking at the view, you looking at him.

“Do you hate me?” He turns around, noticing how your eyes widened and your mouth opens and closes, unsure about the words.

“What?” “Did I do somethin’? Am I not good in bed? What is it that made you avoid me for two fuckin’ weeks?” Joel lets out his thoughts, as you stare at him in surprise.

“I’ve just been busy-““Busy my ass.” He steps forwards. “What did I do?” His voice deep as he eyes burn into you.

“I’ve been avoiding you because of Marge.”

He scoffs. “Seriously? You’ve been avoiding me because of Marge?” You nod. “Yes, I’ve just felt you pulling away recently so I- ““So you’re jealous that I’ve been talking to her?” “I’m not jealous, I’ve just felt you’ve been pulling away recently because of her.”

He scoffed at you once more as he rubs his forehead.

“I was scared about our relationship-““We have no “relationship” y/n.” He cuts you off. “This” he gestures between you. “Is just us fooling around, we have sex and nothing else.” Ouch.

He steps forward. “You’re too young for me, and frankly the fact you’re jealous of me talking to someone is immature. And also, I can be with whoever I want, I’m single, and if I like her, I like her.”

What the fuck?! Out of anger you slapped him. He didn’t expect that. “You’re an asshole Joel Miller. You think I’m immature? Then I guess you don’t need me anymore.” You yell out before grabbing your rifle and heading to the opposite side of the room, ignoring him for the rest of the morning.

#free palestine #free gaza #palestine #free gaza 🇵🇸#free palestine 🇵🇸#from the river to the sea 🇵🇸#gaza #i stand with palestine 🇵🇸#joel miller x reader

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whiskey-bumblebee · 11 months

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Hotch and reader making a trip to Greece because reader is a Mamma Mia! fan and swim in the sea and whatever else you want (sorry, my sister and I watch the movie daily and can't think of anything else at this point)

omg hi!!! i love this for us <3 thank you for your request!

I was in Greece this time last year and it's so lovely :) I really recommend spending some time in the Peloponnese if you're able to!

A/N: some chaos at the beginning (definitely OOC but it's just for fun <3), then just fluff! Also this is fem!reader but 90% of it is GN, and reader is vegetarian <3

Word Count: 1.3k

"I don't know if I'll be able to swing the time off..." Aaron trails off, knowing this is an argument he's bound to lose.

"What's Strauss' phone number?"

His eyebrows quirk up at that. "You want to call Strauss?"

"Me, in my swimsuit, lounging on the beach, just needing someone to put sunscreen on my shoulders...." You run your hands through Aaron's hair. "What's the number?"

Aaron groans playfully, melting into your touch. "703 632 1990. Keep it PG-13."

You dance happily, a smile on your face as you walk over to the home phone and dial the number.

"Good morning," You say chirpily, and hold a finger to your lips when Aaron starts to laugh. "Is this Erin?"

"If by Erin you mean-"

"Great! SSA Hotchner needs a few weeks of work. It's urgent."

"I'm not the person you should-"

"Uh uh," You say quickly. "I didn't actually ask a question. He will be off work for three weeks, starting this weekend, and he will not be reachable."

"May I ask why?"

"You may not! Have a great day."

You hang up quickly, and immediately start laughing.

"What did I just do?"

Aaron laughs too, but his face drops when his phone starts ringing.

He looks over at the screen, then over at you. "It's Strauss."

You laugh, and reach for his phone. "I'll take it."

He passes his phone to you, trusting your process. He's in too deep now not to.

"Good morning," You repeat in the same tone as before.

"This is a secure FBI line, how the hell-"

"Oh hi Erin! I'm assuming you're calling to confirm the time off. Don't worry! I'll let him know myself."

You hang up quickly and pass the phone back to Aaron.

"They should have you on the hostage negotiation team," Aaron laughs. "That was..."

"Brilliant?" You finish, sparkling.

"Brave," He nods. "I'll have to do a lot of ass-kissing to make up for that, you know."

You sigh, taking a seat in his lap. "I know. But you need a break, sweetheart. And you know how the Bureau responds if you ask politely."

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"I can't believe we're here!" You say, glowing despite the jetlag. "That's such a nice boat. Everything here is so beautiful."

You're in the small town of Pilio, walking along the seaside. A large white sailing boat is moored in the water of the bay, glimmering like a pearl atop the blue water.

"I'm glad you like it," Aaron whispers, wrapping his arms around you from the back. "Because it's where you'll be sleeping for the next two weeks."

You spin around quickly. "Really?"

Aaron smiles, pressing his nose against yours. "Really."

"I didn't know you knew how to sail?"

"I don't," He admitted. "There is an old Greek man called Alexandros who agreed to do the practical sailing part. And his wife Demetria does the cooking. They're staying in the second cabin."

"I love you," You smile, kissing Aaron's blushing cheeks.

"I love you t-"

"Yasou!" You hear, from across the water. "Mr. FBI!"

"Kalimera, Alexandros!" Aaron calls back. He gestures to you. "Mrs. FBI."

"Mrs. FBI! Kalimera!"

"Kalimera!" You call back, smiling widely.

"Mrs. FBI?" You ask, looking over at Aaron with a raised eyebrow.

"We'll have time for proper introductions later. Do you want to swim to the boat or do you want me to go get the rowboat?"

"You know I'll never turn down Aaron Hotchner in a rowboat."

Aaron rolls his eyes playfully, but kisses you on the cheek. "Okay."

He strips out of his clothing quickly, abandoning his black t-shirt and jeans on top of his suitcase, just far enough from the water's edge that everything will stay dry while he swims to fetch the smaller boat.

You whistle at him, attracting Alexandros' attention. The grey-haired man whoops as Aaron runs into the warm water. You hear Aaron's laugh echoing as he heads towards the boat. You take a seat on your suitcase, enjoying the view of your boyfriend's arms flexing as he carries himself through the water. His hair is glossy in the saltwater, and he's almost a different person now that all of his worries are a continent away.

A few moments later, he rows over to you, loading your suitcases into the boat, and helping you to step in and take a seat.

"Ready?"

You nod eagerly, and he starts to row. "I'm just going to keep saying I love you, because I do. I don't know how you organized all of this so fast."

He smiles, and you have a feeling you'll be seeing a different side of him on this trip. A more playful side, a more loving side. Not that he wasn't loving, but here he could be open about it. Propriety and shame had fallen away somewhere in the Atlantic.

"I left our itinerary open, and Alexandros says we can go anywhere we like, but I thought we could head over to Kalokairi for a few nights, and then visit some of the other islands? And if you don't like the boat, we can always stay in a hotel, or-"

"This is perfect," You say, resting your hand over Aaron's, as he grips an oar.

"And we're close enough to Athens that if you want to take in some temples, or go wine tasting in Eretria, or... anything, really, we can. Just say the word."

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You're resting your head on Aaron's shoulder as he steers the boat to Skopelos, reading to him from a guidebook.

"Located between Skiathos and Alonissos in the Sporades island group, Skopelos in Greece has become a very popular destination since it was used as a filming location for the musical movie Mamma Mia," You nudge Aaron. "That's us."

He hums affirmatively.

"...Popular among couples, that's us too, and families, the island has a picturesque atmosphere and amazing beaches with an exotic landscape, exclamation mark."

"Exclamation mark? Wow," Aaron replies.

"We should recreate that scene on the beach," You say dreamily.

"Fresh pita bread," Demetria says, emerging from the galley with a basket in her hand.

"Oh wow, thank you!" You exclaim, accepting it gratefully.

"Tonight, souvlaki with lamb for him, halloumi cheese with pita for her. Greek salad, lots of feta cheese. Sounds good?"

"Sounds perfect," Aaron replies. "Thank you, Demetria."

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"And then she has her back to this rock," You explain to Aaron, although he's seen the film almost as many times as you have. "And he pretends to shoot an arrow. And then it's just very slutty in the sand."

"And then I pin you to the rock and kiss you senseless?"

"Well, no..." You start, but then think about it for a second, and your expression gives way to a smile. "Actually, yes. That's exactly how it goes."

"And then she says, don't go wasting your devotion, lay all your love on me?"

"Yes," You say again, unable to stop smiling.

Aaron kisses your neck, pinning your hands above your head. "Well, I promise I won't waste any of my devotion."

He runs his tongue over your skin, soothing the areas that had been irritated by his scruff and his teeth.

"Aaron," You moan breathily. "Fuck me, Aaron."

"Right here?" He says, smiling at you. "We'd get in trouble, baby."

He pulls away from your body, and without him covering you, you feel exposed, and dash to the water. Sure enough, there are a couple of tourists who'd gathered around, waiting to make use of the beach to recreate the scene themselves.

Aaron raises his hand from the water and gestures for you to follow him.

You both swim past this beach, to the next one, which is much quieter. The beach is only a few metres wide, and hidden from prying eyes thanks to some rocky cliffs which dominate the landscape and separate it from the neighboring beaches.

"Lie down," Aaron whispers, as you reach the shallowest part of the water. "Let me lay all my love on you."

You sigh happily and lean back, resting on the warm sand as the waves lap at your calves, and Aaron's warm hands start to roam your body, his tongue parting your lips.

#i need to rewatch this actually #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner #hotch #criminal minds #my writing #reader insert #fanfic #hotch x reader

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jewelryhut · 1 year

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Super Mario Bros. Movie: Mario x Reader.

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Mario loves you, but he also loves his brother.

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You love your husband, Mario, with all of your heart. You love him so much that you'd sacrifice everything for him... Well... Except one thing.

"I'm so excited for today! We'll be going to the beach, then to the park," You slightly danced around the living room in your bathrobe. "And where else exactly?"

"To the movies perhaps?" Mario jokingly added with a grin, watching as you prance around the room in a jolly attitude.

"Yes!" You shouted. "The movies would be a great way to end the day." You smiled. "Oh! I should hurry get ready. Don't want to ruin the day by being a tad late." Your husband watched as you raced out of the living room and into the bedroom.

He could only chuckle at your enthusiasm.

He was the distracted by the sound of his phone ringtone and was quick to pick it up, eyes squinted in happiness at the sight of the caller's name.

"Luigi! My good brother!" The man's smile reached his eyes as he spoke.

"Mario! I need your help!"

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You're face was all dolled up and your excitement couldn't be any more higher. You exited out the room with big smile.

"Honey, I'm done." You entered the living room only to notice the man of your dreams not being there. "Mamma Mia," You slouched your shoulders in annoyance and began taking off your shoes, disappointed. "Let me guess.. Luigi." Maybe today wasn't going to be the day you hoped it'd be.

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It was night time already and Mario was nervous to enter the apartment belonging to both you and himself. He knew that you'd definitely be upset with him for leaving you hanging on the day that was meant for you two. He inhaled before releasing a shaky breath out, fingers clutching the bag handle he had tightly and entered the apartment with a soft smile.

"Hey, Y/N." He noticed you on the couch, still in your outfit for the day.

"Oh great. You're here. I've been waiting." You started up. Mario gulped nervously, avoiding eye contact with you. "I guess it's too late to still go on our date?" Mario shut his eyes tightly in embarrassment.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N. Luigi called and-and he needed-"

"Help. As always." You sighed. "Look, I love Luigi, but I hate how he seems to interrupt our time together. Some way, some how."

Mario nodded his head in understanding. "Yes, I get it." He started. "Luigi just had trouble baking and he almost burned his apartment down." He chuckle silently at the memory. "But we were able to solve the problem together and.." He took a box out of the bag he had and handed it to you. "We made cake.. and here's a slice." You opened the box and witness a well decorated (Cake Flavor) cake. The gifted cake did helped lower your anger a little. "It's the least I can do for ruining the day."

You gave your husband a sigh and placed the box on the couch. You walked over to him and placed a hand on his chubby cheeks. "Of course I'll forgive you, Mario." You released a breath. "I'm just frustrated-"

"And I totally understand," he placed his hand on yours. "Which is why tomorrow will be all about us. You and I."

You gave him an unsure look, not really trusting his words. "Hm.."

"No? Maybe I should call Luigi to tell him not to bother anym-"

"No, Mario." You sighed, pinching the brim of your nose to calm yourself down. "Lets just go to bed and leave tomorrow to ourselves."

"Oh.. uh. Sure." Mario allowed you to take ahold of his hand as you ked him to you guys bedroom. "Wait... What about the cake?"

The only thing you'd never sacrifice for Mario is you guy's time together.

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perpetuelledaydreaming · 1 year

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18| chapter twenty

summary: Billy and you are all over each other until someone's over other one.

warnings: smut.

listen to: 80’s make out session - dacelynn | Angel eyes- Abba & Mamma mia cover (playlist here)

Please go look at the playlist, I revamped it all so you can read the chapters with the new songs and also maybe give your guesses of what's coming next given the songs?

word count: 3.2k

series masterlist + read the next chapter early on my ko-fi!!

By Friday Billy was arriving at Steve Harrington’s place. The house was overflowing with people, empty bottles, red cups, and kegs were drowning the place. He knew he was late, he’d been arguing with Neil all afternoon about how he couldn’t pick Max up from the Arcade because he needed to be somewhere. It ended up with Neil throwing Billy against the wall, barking at him to repeat his words. Billy picked up Max in silence, she didn’t bother asking him what happened after she noticed how Billy winced slightly when he straightened his back.

But he didn’t want Neil to ruin his night; he still was in a good mood about seeing you.

During lunch, you’d been telling him all about the sparkling dress you decided to wear, how it melted over every inch of your glowy skin, how it plunged between your breasts, and how you wanted him to tell you his opinion on how it looked.

He’d been thinking about you all afternoon, especially if the strained material could be ripped and if you’d be angry at him if he did some damage.

He searched for the crowd, people cheering on him as he arrived and offering beer almost immediately. He didn’t bother doing much than muttering a ‘hi’ and ‘thank you to some people. His eyes scanned each room, trying to see w glimpse of your wavy hair, of your smile. He finally finds you on the makeshift dance floor of the living room, laughing so loud that Billy lets out a little laugh at something Eddie Munson muttered in your ear.

“Look who just arrived?” Billy could see him muttering.

The way you turned around with the biggest fucking smile on your face was enough for Billy’s heart to hammer on his chest louder than in his heart. Plus, you weren’t joking about the dress. You looked breathtaking, he’d always thought that you were beautiful but the way you were looking right now, you were practically an angel. Your body was being hugged in all the right places, the sequins made you shine across the room, how could anyone not notice you?

And then, his eyes fell to your legs. Billy was walking, brushing past the crowd before he even realized that he might be exaggerating a little bit, but he still took his leather jacket off and placed it on your shoulders as soon as he reached you.

It wasn’t like you were expecting him to kiss you in the middle of the crowd, the delicate gesture confused you though, but it was better than nothing. Throughout the week, you’d been talking a bit more at school, and became a little bit friendlier without an obvious PDA. You wanted to take it slow and Billy had granted you everything you’d asked him without saying anything, and yet it still slightly stung that you couldn’t exactly launch yourself into his arms.

“Hi,” you smiled sweetly at him as you looked up at him.

“Just hi, hot stuff?” Billy whispered into your ear as he leaned down, he made it look as innocent as he could but you still shuddered at the action.

Heat spread through Billy’s body, loving how you reacted to him before he moved back. Giving you room to stand, to let him see those pretty eyes as his tongue flicked out to wet his lips. Billy noticed how you took a deep breath, trying to regain your composure at his action, you took a step closer to him, raising to your tiptoes.

“What else would you like me to tell you?” you purred, in his ear.

Billy closed his eyes and took a deep breath, inhaling the smell of coffee and vanilla that surrounded him. His self-control was already hanging by a thread, he didn’t need you looking at him through your eyelashes while you purred at him. You grinned as you took a step back from him, goosebumps erupting on your skin as you saw the fire in his eyes.

He passed a hand through his face, faking exasperation. “You’re fucking killing me, darling,” Billy groaned slightly and you bit your lower lip.

Billy chuckled softly as he offered his hand to you while raising his eyebrows. If a month before someone would’ve told you that you accepted Billy’s outstretched hand without hesitation and then placed it on the curve of your waist as you walked through the crowd, you would’ve told them that they were insane. Some people stare and whispered but others didn’t pay any mind. Honestly, Billy didn't notice either, his eyes were too entranced in your body, how the material of your dress was soft under his fingers, how warm your body was.

You tried to be as sneaky as you possibly could as you climbed the stairs with Billy, pointing him to Steve’s parent's room, where Steve had let you change when you arrived. As if it wasn’t a big deal, you passed through the other couples that were making out against the walls while you took the key you had hanging from your wrist and opened the door. It was until then that Billy’s mind snapped back, to in trance before by the way your body swayed as you walked in front of him to do anything.

Behind closed doors, it was a different thing.

He turned you in his arms as soon as the door closed and pressed you quickly against it. You relaxed your body farther into his as Billy rolled his hips against your ass while intertwining both of your hands and pinning them above your head.

“Already hard, Hargrove?” you taunted him while you bit your cheek as Billy let out a groan into your ear.

“Can you blame me, darling?” Billy growled as he rolled his hips one more time. “Look at you,” he stated proudly while he gave a step back, still holding your hands while his eyes roamed your body.

“What?” you said through heavy breaths. “This old thing?” you cooed.

As soon as the words left your mouth, Billy’s strong body molded itself to yours, and the hold on your wrists grew tighter as he grounded against your ass once more. Honestly, you knew it seemed a little bit unhinged what you were doing, but when you knew how hot Billy looked naked, it shouldn’t come as a surprise how needy you were for him.

And yet, you loved getting under his skin.

“Come on, baby,” you continued. “Use your words,”

Billy chuckled in disbelief. You were going to be the death of him. His breathing turned harsher as he leaned down his mouth on the spot between your ear and jaw, biting the skin and making you whimper. The excitement began to build as you tried to hold on to whatever self-control you had, but with the way your panties were growing wetter by the second was a little harder.

“I’m going to fuck you dumb, baby,” Billy growled as his hand slipped beneath the flimsy material of your dress, dipping between your legs and dragging his fingers along your soaking core. You moaned loudly before trying to grind yourself against his hand, looking for pressure. “And then, you are the one whose not going to be able to use her words,”

You gasped as Billy’s fingers sank into your core roughly while Billy pushed you harder against the door, your tits and cheek smashed against the wood. You didn’t know what’s happening, it’s all a rush, his hands roamed your body as his hips pressed into you while you were being held by Billy’s hold. Billy’s sure he has never been so hard before, especially as pushed back your ass against him, a groan rumbled in his throat.

“Liked to see you try,” you bit back through heavy breathing.

What came next was blur. Billy turned you around and lifted you into the air like a fucking rag doll. Every single inch of your body was touched by him, leaving a burning fire on your skin before his lips crash into yours. Teeth clashing, tongues swirling for dominance, too much. It was maddening, it was aggressive, it was lust full of longing. Billy never backed down from a challenge and he always went through with his promises. Moaning, rustling, groaning, foil ripping and a sharp gasp were all that could be heard in the room. He didn’t leave you time to adjust, he thrusted deep inside of you in one swift movement, robbing every slither of oxygen from your lungs when he entered.

Billy held your ass so tight, using it to fuck you even harder as you moaned loudly, without any inhibitions, hoping the music would drown your screams. Pulling back, Billy thrusted forward as far as he could until he met resistance and you were gone. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, nails sinking into his bare skin, you didn’t even realize when he took his shirt off while you arched your back and tightened your thighs around his waist.

Sex with Billy was always glorious, heavenly even, to the point that you wondered that in the two weeks or more that you’d been having sex, he knew your body better than you knew it. But this? The way he was touching you, fucking you, and the thrill of having someone discovered you? It made you breathless.

“Billy,” you moaned. “Oh my god,”

“You like it, princess?” Billy growled against your lips, the nickname made you want to say something back but you were too focused on the way your body was feeling, as if it was on fire. “It’s good, right? How can it not be good with such a perfect pussy?”

“Ah, Billy,” you pleaded. “It’s too much. ‘S full,” you scrambled with your words and Billy smirked slightly.

He was making good on his promises, your words tumbling down your lips, not making much sense.

Your head fell back to his shoulder as you pressed your lips against his collarbone, trying to focus on anything not to come so fast and give Billy satisfaction. The competitive nature running through your veins wanted him to be left without words. Soon, you crushed your mouth against his, a desperate trashing of tongues and lips and teeth while Billy pushed you against him, thrusting harder and harder.

And yet, you seemed unable to function.

“Billy,” you pleaded as Billy grunted against your mouth.

“You’re so perfect, such a good girl,”

You cried at the sweet nothings he whispered. Your legs wrap around his waist a little harder, wincing as you feel him slipping deeper inside of you. You writhe beneath him, growing intoxicated by the way he touched you. You bury your face in his neck, trying to stop yourself from screaming his name as loudly as you would’ve liked. His fingers sunk into your flesh as he buried himself so deep inside of you that your whole body began to tremble.

His heart is thundering in his chest so loudly, he believed that you could hear him. He could feel your body tensing against his, how you were closing your eyes, sinking your nails into his shoulder before you were biting down the skin on his shoulder. He was half-tempted to tell you he loved you. Billy was almost that sure that he did, he never felt like this for anyone. He was scared about it, although he also felt more scared that he wanted to say it while he was fucking you. He shook his head.

Soon, Billy’s hand snaked between you two and pressed circles against your clit. You moaned against the skin you were biting, half-conscious about the metallic taste on your mouth, too drunk in pleasure to even realize that you probably draw some blood from his skin. Billy continued to fuck you deep and hard, groaning your name as he held you firm against him.

Soon, you were falling apart, vision clouded by white spots as you tried to catch your breath. Billy felt the way you were squeezing him, clinging tight to you as he spilled himself into the condom. He was still pulsing inside of you as you opened your eyes and looked at his shoulder, the bite mark on his shoulder had a little bit of blood over it.

“What?”

You frowned as you looked back at Billy who kissed you tenderly, not even noticing the way that you were frowning.

“Can’t talk, baby?” Billy asked with a smirk.

You slapped him softly in the chest and Billy let out a laugh as he looked at you. He was looking at you as if he wanted to say something else. It made you nervous, you shook your head.

“I bit you,”

“Yeah, felt it,” he said as he tried to control his labored breaths.

“No, Billy,” you explained, trying to recover from the ecstasy of your orgasm. “I bit you too hard,”

Billy frowned slightly as he glanced at his shoulder. His eyes widened slightly as he saw the bit mark and the small drop of blood you’d draw.

“I’m I-,” you stuttered through your words as you tried to brush the blood from Billy’s skin.

He glanced at you softly he pressed his lips to your forehead. “It’s fine,” he assured you. “It’s hot, kinda like you were marking me,”

By the way, he was looking at you, you knew he wasn’t particularly joking. It also didn’t made you feel embarrassed, instead it made you sad that you were keeping him a secret. You let out a sigh of relief as you kissed him softly. Billy’s arms wrapped tightly around your waist as he let your legs reach the floor, still wobbly for a second. When he realized the state of your words, you looked up at him, he got this annoyingly smug smirk on his face.

“Wished everyone here could see this,” Billy said softly.

“Shut up,” You smacked him playfully in the chest as you tried to fix your hair by dragging your fingers through it. Billy laughed as he placed on his pants and pressed another kiss to your temple.

Billy went down first after you asked him to since you needed to fix yourself not to look like you’d been just fucked to oblivion. As you climbed down the stairs, you realized you’d fail. The smile on Robin’s face though, the knowing looks she was shooting at Nancy who was giggling as Jonathan held her close, proved it to you.

“You look so hot,” Robin muttered softly as you met at the end of the stairs before you launched into her arms and hugged her.

You shook your head softly. “You look hotter,” you say on the shell of her ear. She laughed softly at you, blushing at your comment.

“Pick your poison, Mrs. President!” Steve’s voice erupted from his living room.

People cheered you on while you walked towards Steve. His soft brown eyes were glassy, and his smile was more of a lazy, drunken smirk as he winked at you while he pushed a red solo cup into your hand. “Go ahead,” he said.

“I didn’t get to pick my poison,”

Steve rolled his eyes before he leaned his cup against yours and threw back the drink. You followed his lead and fuck it did sting, you winced at the burn on your throat. “What the fuck is this?”

Steve shrugged slightly before you continued to drink with Robin and Steve. Eddie arrived later as he drank with all of you. And yet your gaze kept drifting towards the backyard, waiting for Billy to show up again. You couldn’t stop thinking about it, about the fact that you might’ve been wrong. Billy could be the resident bad boy of Hawkins High, but he also had top grades. If he dressed without basically showing his whole chest and fix his hair a little bit, you could introduce him to Craig and pray that he wouldn’t fuss too much about it. You basically had six more months to live with him and that would be it.

“He’s playing beer pong,” Eddie muttered while you jumped slightly at Eddie’s voice. You turned to him to see the smug smirk on his lips rolled your eyes.

“Where’s Chrissy then?” you asked him while he now rolled his eyes at you before downing his drink.

People keep congratulating you, cheering you on as the music begins to grow louder and louder by the minute. The drunken haze began to cloud your vision and you were dragged to the dancefloor by Eddie and Steve. Soon, you reached the middle of the dance floor, sloppy teenagers filled the living room as your hips swayed with the music.

“Mrs. President,” a voice startled you, followed by a hand on your hip.

You turned around to find a couple of blue eyes and the all-American white teeth. Jason Craver was giving you a drunken smile as you rolled your eyes softly. Quickly, you walked away, making your way to the kitchen for something to drink as you partially hoped he hadn’t followed you.

You were wrong though.

“Mrs. President,” he slurred again as he leaned on the counter where you were standing.

“Oh, you,” you muttered uninterestedly. “Thought that you were still a bit sore about losing, why are you talking to me?”

Jason chuckled softly as if you were joking. You weren’t joking.

“I’m fairly happy that you won,” Jason said with a slight smile. “You’ll do the job a lot better than me,” he stated.

You raised your eyebrow softly as you stared at Jason, his soft-blue eyes staring at you with an interest you’d seen in many guys before. Not on Billy though, he always looked at you differently.

“I don’t believe that first part for a second,” you stated with a smirk. “And yes, I’ll do a better job than you,”

Jason smiled.

“I’m serious, your ideas were better than mine,” Jason shrugged as he walked closer to you. “I’m just disappointed that I didn’t get to take you out on a date,”

There was a beat of silence as you stared at him, he was serious. It was strange, the fact that his flirting only made you want to kiss Billy in front of everyone. You’d never felt this way before, the need to hide your relationship was completely overthrown by it, by the fact that you couldn’t wait to kiss him, by the fact that you couldn’t wait for Billy to show how much he cared about you, no one else mattered.

“Well, you can keep dreaming about it, Craver,” you muttered before you were walking out to the patio trying to find Billy.

There was a clear line of sight from the door of the patio to the beer pong table. You scanned the outside full of people as you tried to find him. When you found him, he was being cheered on as he celebrated. His smile was wide and his eyes were bright as he laughed while he celebrated.

You decide to walk up to him, surprising him from behind so everyone could get a front view of the PDA, so everyone would know that you were together. Your heart was hammering in your chest as you walked up to him. He still hadn’t noticed you as you were midway on the patio when suddenly, a girl stepped in front of him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pressed her lips against his.

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mangoisms · 11 months

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i'll be the dangerous ledge (you be the parachute)

━ chapter three: like the world makes sense | read chapter one | read chapter two

━ pairing: tim drake x f!reader

━ word count: 5.3k

━ warnings: mentions of explosion, injury, and death (within the usual canon-typical violence parameters)

━ masterlist

You and Tim continue to hang out.

Through the week, after school lets out, you are often too tired to go and do anything, but this suits Tim fine as the two of you continue to think of movies you like that the other has not seen.

You make him watch Mamma Mia, which he says is ‘okay’ but you think he likes more than he wants to let on. You do what he wants, too, and terribly dated as it is, The Devil Wears Prada is certainly fun enough.

Every time you see him, you learn something new about him. His favorite color is blue. He used to play tennis when he was younger but not anymore. He also used to like photography, but he doesn’t do it much these days. Not because he stopped liking it. He doesn’t say that but you can tell.

You wonder about that, about the things he used to do but no longer does. What does he do now, then? You ask him that, and he says he helps out with WE, with their R&D department, with IT, or wherever they want him. Not always but most of the time.

He doesn’t talk about his parents and he doesn’t talk about Bruce Wayne or his adopted siblings. He’ll talk about Alfred, the butler (not the cat), who was also the one to do his laundry.

You don’t mind. You’re more interested in him, in what makes Tim Tim. And on a lighter note, while you admit to having expected him to be a poor cook, he is actually decent.

“I’m only good at breakfast foods,” he admits to you one evening, having commandeered your kitchen to make breakfast for dinner. “And pasta. I can do pasta. But mostly breakfast.”

Better than most rich boys, you think.

You tell him about yourself, too. How you came here because tuition at Gotham University is dirt-cheap, largely because of the city in which it resides in, but the programs are still good. Good enough for what you wanted — public education with a small dash of child psychology. You worked at one of the elementary schools for two years before landing a job at Gotham Pointe.

“Will you ever leave?” he asks one day, the two of you eating ice cream and watching Zathura. His pick today. “Most do.”

You swirl your Oreo ice cream, the ceramic bowl cold against your palm.

It’s a good question. One your family wonders.

You got the degree. You got the experience, too. And experience in Gotham is gold everywhere else because if you can withstand the kids here, you can handle them anywhere.

With the fine print being that Gotham kids are what? Uncontrollable troublesome kids who will inevitably turn into criminals? Inherently evil? Your kids can annoy the hell out of you on a bad day but they’re your kids. They talk to you, they tell you about their lives, about what they like and don’t like, and they listen to your stories, too, and they show you that while others think living in Gotham is like living in some kind of barren wasteland… there is hope. So easily within reach.

If Gotham was as bad as people tried to make it out to be, no one would be here.

“I don’t think so,” you eventually say, looking at him with a small smile. “I like my job too much to leave. I like living here, too. And the company isn’t so bad, either.”

Tim smiles when you say that. “I would miss you.”

And what a thing to say. What a thing for you to have the privilege of. That someone, not just your kids or Ms. C, would miss you and your presence.

Well, you think. You would miss him, too. Maybe more than you would like to admit.

Friends.

Still hard to quantify or believe.

The city starts to ease into something like spring as mid-March creeps on you. Mornings and nights are still frosty but your breath no longer comes out white and you don’t have to watch out for patches of ice. The time in between is even more comfortable, allowing you to be outside mid-day without a jacket. You’re still in a long-sleeve but it’s a win in your book.

You and Tim keep spending time together. He learns, with the onset of March, that you like baseball and used to play softball when you were a teenager. Semi-seriously, too.

Gotham has its own major league baseball team, too — the Knights. It shares the name with your football team.

The baseball team isn’t any good, but that’s fine with you. Tim prefers their football team, which has the best track record out of all of them.

So, with that, Tim surprises you with tickets to their Opening Day on the last day of March. Well, the tickets are from one of WE’s partners, trying to suck up to him, he says, but it doesn’t matter that much to you since he didn’t technically pay for it.

However, there is something to be said about the buyer’s wealth.

“Look, I’m genuinely not trying to be picky or ungrateful but where, exactly, are the seats?”

“It’s not the Diamond Club, relax.”

“Okay, thank god.”

That would be too much. Mostly because of the notoriety around the seats themselves. Plus, with them being right behind home plate, your faces would most likely be caught on TV and that would be… a mess.

No, the seats are in the second row in front of the Knights’ dugout. Still excellent but not the Diamond Club, thankfully.

Tim comes dressed in jeans, a forest green long sleeve that meshes well with his pale skin and dark hair, and a nondescript ballcap.

“Just a precaution,” he tells you.

But upon arriving at the Knights Stadium up in Otisburg, you book it for the nearest merch stall and grab two black Knights caps — modeled like the iconic LA Dodgers and NY Yankees emblem except with GK — and shove one into his hands while putting yours on backwards. He acquiesces you with a smile and then leads you to concessions, happy to foot the bill, with you happy to let him do it, too.

(Drinks and food are far too expensive for a team that loses more games than it wins. Seriously.)

But like the universe is looking out for you (and the Knights and all of Gotham, really), the Gotham Knights win their Opening Day match against the New York Mets. The first time they’ve ever won an Opening Day game, actually.

Even Tim feels some pride, which is why, you think, after the game, he lets you drag him off to take a picture with the Gotham Knights’ mascot, King Arthur. One of his handlers takes the picture with Tim’s phone.

“Hey,” he says, scrutinizing Tim’s face even as he casually adjusts the bill, pulling it lower over his face. “You seem familiar. Do I know you?”

You panic, because this hasn’t ever happened to you two before, what with how you two mostly spend time inside, but you know you shouldn’t be surprised. Tim is careful to make himself as boring as possible to the tabloids. Even while grocery shopping earlier in February, he had a cap on and made sure to blend in as much as he could.

So, of course, Tim is the one to get out of it.

He looks at you, mock confused, and says something equally as befuddling in… Russian?

You match his look, raising your shoulders, and the handler decides this is not a situation he wants to be in as he shoves the phone into your hands and waves his own, enunciating, “Never mind. Never mind. It’s nothing.”

You and Tim leave them, making sure to look as confused as a pair of Russian tourists with not a lick of English would. It’s only when you are home free of King Arthur and his handler do the two of you break down into a mess of giggles.

“What did you say?” you giggle, nearly stumbling over the curb.

“I said, My publicist is going to kill me.”

You laugh all the way to his car and then on the ride home, too.

(“You know Russian?” you ask at one point, finally realizing that.

“Some,” he says, and you learn he knows a handful of languages like Russian, French, Spanish (the stuffy kind, though).

It’s cool, though he admits it’s from tutoring he had, so you have to make fun of those rich boy tendencies again.)

It’s one of the best days you have in a while.

But you find most of your days shape up to be like that.

Even long ones where the kids refuse to listen to you and lesson plans are thrown way off course. Tim will leave you to it if you need the space but other times, he’ll come over, make breakfast for dinner, and you two will watch some Ice Age and you go to bed in a much better mood.

And while you and Tim continue to hang out, your brother remains in awe of that fact, too.

He has some preconceived notions about who, exactly, Tim Drake is but you shut those down quickly. You know why he thinks like that and it would be a lie to say you didn’t think like that, either, but people are so much more different than they portray themselves. Especially ones like him.

Your brother understands, then, and is happy for you.

Not without a few well-placed jokes, of course.

You should steal his debit card info

i’m not stealing his debit card info

Dude he’s a millionaire it’s like his civic duty to society

Which is fair and you’ve certainly made that joke in regards to… some of the wealthier figures in Gotham before. (You flush thinking about your college friends’ jokes about being Bruce Wayne’s sugar baby. Tim will never find out about that as long as you live, thank you very much.)

Even Tim starts to foot the bill if you get takeout or something. And he says exactly that.

“It’s my civic duty,” he manages to say to you with a completely straight face. (Which is funny because he’s also apparently not straight, much like you.)

But it is true that Tim is decidedly well-off. Most of Bruce Wayne’s children are.

You carefully prod Ms. C and the other teachers and aides about information on them, because the internet can only tell you so much.

They rehash most of the info about Tim you already knew — the drama when he was seventeen with the CEO thing, the engagement thing, and the attempted assassination thing. (So many things.)

Tim is the only middle child, though, out of five.

The eldest of them is Dick Grayson, taken into Bruce Wayne’s care after his parents died. He doesn’t live in Gotham, though. New York, you think, is where he currently resides. Then there is Jason Todd, who is a bit of an odd case, because he ‘died’ when he was fifteen then came back when he was older, but the real story is that Bruce Wayne was, apparently, in so much grief at the thought that he misidentified the body in Ethiopia, meanwhile Jason Todd was still alive but kidnapped. He would be until he escaped and came back to Gotham at nineteen. You have faint memories of that media hellstorm from college but these days, they don’t focus on him much.

Cassandra Wayne, the most shrouded in mystery out of all of them; a cryptic figure that paparazzi only manage to capture every six months. She shows up for the occasional charity gala but most can’t actually find or talk to her. The only trace of her existence is other people saying they saw her.

After her, there is Tim, and then there is Damian Wayne, the youngest of them. A teenager now and a model student at Gotham Academy. The one that economic magazines and tabloids say will one day take over Wayne Enterprises. Damian is also the only of them not adopted. He is, much to Gotham’s collective shock, Bruce Wayne’s biological son. You idly wonder about his mother, though, since he does have black hair like his father, but the brown tone of his skin and hazel green eyes sets him apart from his father’s obviously white ancestry.

And well, there is Bruce Wayne, too.

Starting to go grey, he is less of a playboy these days and more of a fatherly figure. Apparently, he’s on the Parent-Teacher Association for Gotham Academy. It’s an amusing thought.

(It still doesn’t mean the Gotham populace isn’t drooling about him. If anything, the fatherly vibes seem to do something for, ah, certain cohorts. You did at once think he was attractive — really — but after knowing Tim… it just feels a bit odd.)

You are certain your prods for info go unnoticed. And they do. It is… something else that gets Ms. C’s attention.

“You seem more happy these days,” she says offhandedly one morning, the two of you preparing the assignments for the day, as well as the tests the kids had taken last week that are now ready to be handed back.

“I have a new friend,” you decide to say, because it shouldn’t hurt.

She nods distractedly. “That’s nice. You did seem a bit lonely before.”

Which is funny because she never let on about it. And also because it’s so direct, you don’t know what to say.

“Nothing wrong with it,” she says after a minute. “I like to be alone. But there’s a difference between being alone and being lonely, isn’t there?”

“I suppose so.”

“It’s good, then, that you have someone now.”

“He’s just a friend,” you chuckle, scratching your cheek awkwardly.

“I didn’t say he wasn’t,” she says, finally looking at you, amusement twinkling in her hazel eyes.

“Right.”

“Well… good for you.”

“Thanks.” You smile at her and mean it.

It is good for you.

Really good for you.

Which is why, you suppose, things take a sharp downturn one Thursday evening.

Truthfully, you have no idea how you made it back to Rose Oaks.

Your fingers shake as you try to lock your bike to the rack. It takes you a couple tries to get the lock into place.

You straighten, your body aching as you do, and you limp through the entrance. The doorman does a double-take at the sight of you.

“Have a good night,” you mumble to him, going over to the elevators. You press the button. Your eyes catch the shredded skin on your arm, red and raw. You let your hand drop.

It happened too quickly for you to do anything.

All you know is you’d been biking down Cameron, the sun setting, others starting to make their way home for the day, then there was a boom that rattled the street and buildings and people panicked, because this is Gotham and any unusual activity is dangerous activity and you don’t stick around to play the hero, and if people start running, you start running, too. Doesn’t matter if you don’t know what’s happening, just do it, because it could be the difference between life and death in a world like this.

You know all of this.

But you never stood a chance against the rush.

You barely managed to scrape yourself off the ground, grab your bike, and break free, trying not to think about how you very well could’ve been stampeded to death and that’s not a very fun or dignifying death at all, is it? But it’s Gotham. Death is not fun or dignifying here. It’s miserable and painful and a cautionary tale to those that live to see the next day, just another addition to the fine print of living in this city.

Ding. The doors open. You step in. Your legs feel weak.

“Hold the door!”

Your hand shoots to the panel, holding down the open doors button. Someone rushes in in the next second.

“Hey, thanks for that —” the polite gratitude is swapped out for frantic concern in the next second, your name wrapped up in it.

You blink and find Tim in front of you, eyes wide in concern, hands hovering over you, as if afraid to touch you. It confuses you, because it’s not like you’ve ever shied away from him. If anything, you’re horribly, horribly touch-starved. If he let you, you’d be plastered to his side twenty-four-seven. Or, not twenty-four-seven, but you know. When you two are watching a movie or a TV show and he lets you throw your legs over his lap, you have to be really normal about how he rests his hands on your legs.

(He isn’t even doing anything, it’s just the pressure, the touch, that makes you want to sidle up beside him and never let go.)

Oh. Where did that come from?

He says your name again and you shake your head.

“What?”

“You can let the doors close,” he says softly and you turn and realize you are still pressing the button.

You let it go.

The doors close.

You hadn’t pressed your floor, though, so he does it for you. The elevator starts moving in the next second.

Tim looks carefully at you, concern still clear on his face.

“What happened?” he asks gently.

“I… I got knocked off my bike. It — it was an accident. People were just… panicking. There was…” Your chest tightens, until every breath feels like a struggle and why are you so cold? “An… an explosion. I… I don’t know.”

He realizes something. “Off Cameron?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Can I —?” He gestures to your arm.

Strange to ask. Unsettling in a way.

“You… you don’t need to ask.”

He softens at your response and his hand finds your left one, turning your hand up, where your palm is a little scraped up from your spill. Your forearm is worse off, road rash peeling the skin off, exposed and throbbing.

Tim’s fingers are warm against your cool skin, his hands calloused but still soft.

“I’m fine,” you say, though you aren’t sure why.

He looks up at you, the look in his eyes… You have to look away, shaking your head.

“I’m fine,” you say again.

“You’re hurt,” he counters gently. “Let me take care of this. Do you have a first aid kit?”

“It’s old. I don’t… Haven’t used it since I got it a few years ago.”

“Then why don’t we go to my place so we can grab mine?”

“Okay.”

He turns to the panel to press the button for the fifteenth floor.

The elevator pauses at the fourteenth floor but you two stay on.

Tim’s hand holds onto yours, gently, avoiding the scraped skin of your palm. He leads you out, to his apartment. His is bigger, better, than yours. But it just feels more empty when you come inside. Alien in a way you don’t like. You’ve spent a lot of time here but you want your apartment, with the crabitat, your fridge with drawings from the kids, your messy coffee table with tests and assignments that need to be graded, your sometimes clumsily-made pottery pieces on display.

He can tell, you think. Because he lets go of your hand at the door and moves quickly, murmuring for you to give him a second.

He disappears down the hall. Your feet ache from work and your knee and thigh aches from the road rash you sustained there, too, the material of your slacks torn. Because it’s already April and the days are growing warm, you’re in a short-sleeved blouse, which accounts for the scrapes on your arms.

More than that, you want nothing more than to lie down and sleep for the next week.

But no… You have work tomorrow. The thought burns through you, frustration and exhaustion sparking hot in your chest. Your eyes sting and you close them, swallowing down the emotion.

It’s fine. It’s fine. You can handle it.

You will.

Tim returns, then, first aid kit in hand. He pauses for a second, gazing at you, and you turn away first, opening the door. He follows you.

You take the elevator back down.

Soon, you’re stepping into your apartment. The light in the crabitat is the only thing on, glowing in the darkness like a lighthouse on the shore guiding you home. Something inside you unwinds.

Tim turns on the light. You take off your shoes and drop your backpack near the coffee table.

“Take a shower,” he suggests. “Then I’ll patch you up. I’ll be in here, okay? Want me to feed the boys, too?”

You blink, starting to return to yourself. “I… Yeah. If you wouldn’t mind.”

“What is it today? Fresh or canned?”

You blink. “How do you…”

Tim cracks a smile. “I’ve seen you do it a bunch of times, the way you alternate. But I’ve also done my own research. I was curious.”

“Right… um, canned today. They had fresh food yesterday.” You pause, starting to feel this strange creeping feeling inside your chest. You don’t like it, so you try to push it away. “Thanks, Tim.”

His face softens. “Of course.”

You head for your bedroom while he heads for the crabitat.

You pull out a fresh change of clothes, a pair of white linen shorts, heeding your scraped up knee and thigh, then an old high school softball t-shirt.

You have a door to the bathroom in your room, then another door from the living room. You lock both and turn on the shower.

Inside, you finally get a look at yourself. Your breathing stutters as you understand why the doorman was concerned, then why Tim was — is — too. Your cream-colored slacks are smudged with dirt and a few tire tracks from your bike when you fell. The fabric at the knee is torn, too, edges turned red from the blood. More fabric at the side of your thigh is torn, skin scraped and raw. Your pale blue blouse is in a similar state. Your arms are scraped up, rubbed raw from the sidewalk.

You look like a mess.

Hot humiliation bubbles inside you, along with fresh terror as you replay what happened inside your head.

Your eyes burn as you strip. Your scrapes burn even more when you step into the shower, the hot water making them throb, and you finally let your tears fall.

You work to keep your cries silent, though, wary of how noise echoes inside the shower. You don’t want Tim to know. You don’t want him to worry more than he already is.

It takes a while for you to piece yourself back together, but after washing your hair and body with your familiar smelling shampoo and soap, you manage to do it. Your injuries ache, though, especially when the towel brushes against them as you dry off.

Soon, you are reluctantly stepping out of your bedroom and into the living room.

The TV is on, playing season one of Spongebob. Tim, in the kitchen at the stove, turns, smile flitting across his lips.

“Hey, you’re just in time. I hope you didn’t mind me using the kitchen but I figured you hadn’t eaten dinner yet.”

Something spasms inside your chest.

You shake your head.

“Take a seat,” he says. “I’ll bring it over.”

You go to him.

He doesn’t say anything, ladling tomato soup into a bowl cushioned by a potholder. A grilled cheese sandwich sits on a plate on the counter. You pick up the plate, then take the bowl and a spoon as well.

“Water?”

You nod and seeing as you no longer have the hands for it, decide to just let him do it and head over to the couch. Your knee protests as you sit down. Your whole body protests, actually.

Tim brings a glass of water for you, along with a bottle of Tylenol, then sits down.

“You should eat, too,” you say.

“I can eat after.”

“Tim —”

He says your name. You stop. He grabs the first aid kit. “It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”

But you do worry about it. You worry about this, about him making you food, about him putting off his own meal to take care of you, about him taking care of you.

In that moment, you feel terribly, terribly burdensome.

He inspects your hands first so you can eat and deems the scrapes not bad enough to cover, then moves to your leg.

You sip your tomato soup and take bites of the grilled cheese, oddly famished.

“It’s the adrenaline,” he says. You imagine you must’ve looked confused at your own hunger for him to say something.

“Huh?”

“The adrenaline,” he says again. “Coming down from it, you get hungry. And tired.”

You have fuzzy memories of your psych classes. That is true. Also probably why you are still cold.

How does he know that, though?

At your question, he shrugs. “You know how much time I have to myself. I have to do something to occupy it.”

“Maybe you can take up knitting.”

“Nah, I already know how to sew.”

“So, you know how to sew but not do your own laundry?”

He flashes a smile at you. “Exactly.”

You laugh despite yourself.

His smile softens, then he looks back to your knee, grabbing a piece of gauze.

“Aren’t you going to disinfect it?”

“Rubbing alcohol and hydrogen peroxide aren’t great for cleaning cuts, actually. It kills the bacteria but it kills the normal cells, too. You need those to heal. Did you wash it well during the shower?”

You nod.

“So, that works, and we can do something else, too.”

He pushes up from the couch, heading over to the kitchen, riffling through your cabinets. You turn your eyes back to the TV and take a drink of your water. Your fingers itch to change it to the news, to see what happened, to see if there were casualties.

But Tim returns before you can grab the remote.

He has a bowl of soapy water in hand, setting it carefully on the coffee table, then sitting next to you again.

“This might sting,” he warns, dipping one of the pieces of gauze in the water then gently dabbing the edges of the scrape.

It does sting but not as bad as the alcohol might’ve.

“So, how do you know this stuff?” you ask quietly.

“I was clumsy as a kid.”

You wonder if that clumsiness has much to do with the scars you’ve seen on him. Some on his knuckles, on his arms. He sports fresher ones sometimes. The shadow of a bruise hidden under the hair that falls sharply over his forehead, the occasional cut. He always blames it on his clumsiness and you have no choice but to believe him. What other option is there? He isn’t dating anyone that could be doing that and he hangs out with his friends and siblings sometimes but they wouldn’t do things like that.

Well. You don’t actually know them. But… still.

He finishes cleaning the edges of the scrape, then he applies a little bit of Neosporin and tapes gauze over it. He does the same with the one on the side of your thigh.

Tim works attentively, not even sparing a glance at the TV once. You should know by now, the way he dedicates himself to things like this, how he will listen to you talk about something to do with school or with the crabs or with a movie or TV show. Every iota of his attention and concentration is on you. It flusters you sometimes, to be paid so much attention, but you would be lying if you said you hated it.

Now, with him turning that familiar concentration to taking care of you… you don’t know.

He has to have better things to do than doing this.

“Are you going to work tomorrow?” he asks, gently taping a piece of gauze over the scrape on your arm.

“Most likely.”

He nods wordlessly in acknowledgement and moves back, leaning forward to collect the used pieces of gauze and trash from the tape.

You chew at the inside of your cheek. “It’ll be fine. It’s… it’s fine.”

“Just don’t strain yourself,” he says gently. “Did you want a ride? I don’t —”

“No.”

An awkward silence follows your abrupt denial. You don’t miss the flash of hurt on his face. It stabs you right in the heart. You look away.

“I mean, thank you, Tim, but, um, it’s okay. I’m fine. You don’t have to do that. I get up pretty early in the mornings and… Yeah.”

You stand, your knee — your body, really — protesting but you ignore it, stacking your plate and bowl, then grabbing your empty cup.

“You didn’t have to do all of this,” you continue, dropping them into the sink. “And I appreciate it, really. Thank you. But you don’t have to do any more. So, if you have… other things to do. You know. Go ahead.”

“I have nothing else to do,” he says, surprising you as he appears by your elbow, throwing away the trash from the gauze and the tape. The look on his face is hard to describe. Caught between some cross of disappointment and determination. A part of you shrinks at it. At the thought of disappointing him.

“Let me wash it,” he says, stopping you before you can turn on the faucet. “Give your hands a break. Give yourself a break, okay?”

Some part of you wants to fight it. Wants to say he should try that, too. As if you don’t see how tired he looks sometimes, staying up late to do reports for WE. For whatever reason, he’s working more with them. A few weeks ago, he had to fly to New York. Something about R&D. He returned exhausted from the trip.

But you clamp the impulse. That’s not necessary. It’s not about him. It’s about you. This is… It’s unnecessarily difficult to let yourself be taken care of right now. You have an inkling as to why but the energy needed for that kind of introspection is lost on you. So, you let him take care of the dishes and slink back to the couch, slouching into the cushions, feeling exhaustion tug persistently at you.

Yawning, you pull the blanket hanging over the back of the couch onto your body. The Tylenol you took before has already kicked in and with your hunger satiated and your pains taken care of for the most part, you are ready to go to sleep for the rest of the night.

You fight the impulse, though, sparing a glance at the kitchen.

“Tim.”

“Yeah?”

“You better eat.”

He laughs and your chest warms at the sound.

“Alright,” he says, tossing a smile over his shoulder at you. “I’ll eat.”

You nod and turn back to the TV, picking up the remote and switching to the local news channel.

The poised voice of the GNN news anchor replaces the Spongebob theme song.

Tim pauses in turning on the stove.

“An incident in the Upper West Side tonight, a laundromat off Cameron Avenue went up in flames after a dryer exploded. Miraculously, there were no casualties inside the laundromat, however, the explosion caused much panic on the streets, resulting in at least one person dead from the rush and many others injured. No doubt, people believed it to be some kind of attack, especially with the recent news that the Joker has broken out of Arkham again and police have been unable to track him down —”

You change it back to Spongebob.

A laundromat.

Just a laundromat.

No real danger. No threat of death.

All this… because of the collective anxiety Gothamites hold. You aren’t holding it against them, you’re just…

Tired. Exhausted. That’s what this city does sometimes.

A lot of the time.

You swallow past the uncomfortable tightness in your throat, close your eyes, and let yourself be whisked to sleep, where things are easier, simpler, and you can just… forget. If only for a little while.

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1. it was brief but i largely prefer the thought that gotham is not as evil or horrible as people like to make it, or better yet, that the city does stink but people still stay there and they still try to be kind in spite of a horribly corrupt government that is in fact the root of almost all the problems. it's really just the sociologist in me (seriously, that's my minor!)

2. reader briefly mentioned the diamond club, which are typically the seats directly behind home plate and they are crazy expensive. here is the seattle mariners' diamond club prices for reference

3. technically, in canon, i don't believe the knights' have ever mentioned a mascot and what kind. i also admittedly did indulge in letting both the baseball and football team be called the knights but let's ignore that. anyway, i made up the king arthur mascot thing on the fly. couldn't think of anything else knight-related that would work, other than an actual knight. for mlb teams, it isn't always on the nose. like the seattle mariners' mascot is the mariner moose. so, that's why i went with king arthur.

4. dick is not living in gotham or bludhaven anymore and instead in new york because i think he deserves a little (a lot) of space from bruce for his own peace of mind and um general mental health

5. also yeah jason is alive to the public here. i know that is the same in rebirth (i think) but i don't know the details, so if the story behind that is different, that's why, because i also made it up. but it is slightly inspired by this fantastic au on if talia brought jason home after restoring his mind with the lazarus pit, seriously read this, the characterizations are so fantastic; also it's important to me that you all know i am the number one talia truther ever and that shit about him sleeping with her in lost days is blocked from my mind.

ANYWAY. continuing point number five. i have too many thoughts on jason. in my mind and in this, i've changed a lot but that won't Actually be discussed here. there isn't much batfam interaction at all other than these mentions. steph, cass, and duke do appear towards the end (as well as some very very brief appearances by cassie, kon, and bart) but that's really it. it's not very batfam-centric at all, it's more centered around tim and reader.

6. and this is my last one i SWEAR i know the order in which the kids were mentioned in reader's narration was dick, jason, cass, tim, and damian, but if we were going by ages, it's dick, cass, jason, tim, and damian. it is again important to me that cass is a few months older than jason for no reason in particular other than i think it would annoy him and please her.

reblogs are appreciated!

#red robin #dc comics #tim drake x reader #tim drake x y/n #tim drake x you #red robin x reader #red robin x y/n #red robin x you #dc comics x reader #dc comics imagine #tim drake imagine #batfam x you #batfamily x reader #batfam x reader #batfam x y/n

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Laying My Love On You

AN: Still catching up, hang in there! Here’s day 22 with Steven & Layla! Just some really cute fluff for the cute boi. & yes it’s a fucking Mamma Mia reference, eat your heart out.

Layla had brought it up to him while they were out running errands, and Marc had to admit the idea amused him greatly. Mostly because he knew from experience how lovingly cruel she could be, and well, Steven had been rather annoying and sulky lately. How he could still be hung up over a damn fish for this long was behind him. Regardless, he had this coming.

She'd said that Steven accidentally let slip that he's rather ticklish, but immediately realized his mistake and forced Marc out instead. He'd been subtly trying to avoid her ever since. Or not so subtle, it would seem.

They were sitting on the couch, a rerun of the Halloween Baking Championship playing in the background.

"You ready?" she whispered, lips barely ghosting over the shell of his ear. He shivered.

"Yeah, but I don't think I'm the one you should be asking," Marc chuckled, allowing her to straddle him and pin his arms to his sides.

Steven was abruptly shoved out. At first, he worried something might be wrong, but then he felt soft lips pepper his neck with tickly kisses.

"Whaha- Lahayla! Ihit's mehehe!" he cried out, as if he could never be the intended target.

"Aw, did Marc not warn you?" she asked, her tone clearly mocking. "You just thought you could hide forever, huh? Or at least until I'd forget about how you're, how did you put it? "Devastatingly ticklish?"" she quoted, a devilish grin spreading across her face. Steven went pale.

"Did- did I say that? That's seems like an exaggeration-" he cut himself off with a giggly squeal when her lips connected with his neck.

"No you definitely said that. It's been ingrained in my memory," she spoke against his skin, the vibrations causing giggles to bubble up in his throat.

She trailed kisses from his jawline down to his collarbone, enjoying every shriek, gasp and squeal he let out. She smirked, "And judging by your reactions, I'd say you were spot on," she teased, mouthing at his Adams apple. He threw his head back and cackled in response.

"Ohoho cohohome ohon, d-don't tease!" he pleaded through helpless laughter. She couldn't help but laugh along.

"Aw, but why not? Does it make it woooorse?" she cooed in a high pitched voice. Steven blushed and tried to scrunch his neck.

"Yehehes ohokahahay?" he whined, burying his face in his hands to hide. Layla scoffed, grabbing his wrists and pulling them away.

"You've been hiding for far too long, I wanna see you smile," she said in a honey sweet tone.

"I-I just thought Marc deserved to be out while you're here," he stuttered out, his honestly surprising them both.

"You know I want to spend time with you too, right?" she asked softly. Steven shrugged.

"Well, yeah, but he's the one you married," he pointed out sheepishly. "Just figured you'd rather be with him," he said quietly.

Steven heard a scoff from his left. He looked to the side to see Marc staring at him from a decorative mirror on the adjacent wall. He furrowed his brows, as if questioning him. Marc wore a smug smirk and said, "That sounds like a pretty flimsy excuse for swapping places in the middle of a tickle attack. You deserve this."

Steven was about to defend himself, yelping instead when Layla grabbed him by the hips and tugged so he was laying flat on his back. Before he could ask what she was doing, his shirt was being taken off. Her lips kissed from the base of his neck down his chest as breathy snickers and squeals filled the air.

With the trail of ticklish kisses she left in her wake, it wasn't hard to guess where her next target was.

"Lahahaylahaha nohoho! Nohohot my tuhummyyy!" he whined, hands tangled in her hair as he weakly tried to shove her away, or at the very least redirect her to a different spot.

"Oh, did I find your tickle spot?" she taunted, nuzzling her face into the warm skin. He shrieked, deep belly laughter pouring freely from his mouth with the force of rushing rapids. Layla laughed, the vibrations sending tiny shocks through his system. "I'll take that as a yes!"

Layla was going to have a very fun night.

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Our Last Summer (Chapter 2)

Summary: Ever wondered what happened that summer? Go back in time twenty years, and meet the handsome fellas that had Annabeth singing "My my, I could never let you go!"

A Mamma Mia! AU prequel.

Chapter Two

“Hey,” Jason’s voice floated pleasantly over the soft rock playing through the shop’s radio, “What do you think?” Annabeth paused for a moment before turning, deeply entranced in the grooves and curves of the polished deep brown guitar hanging in front of her. Her head felt light and airy, a perfect high that had her right in between relaxation and delirium having followed her since their arrival in Amsterdam that morning. Jason was an early riser, a fact about him that she was not at all shocked to discover, so they had hurried out of his hotel room while the morning was still fresh and pale, catching the 6am train into the city. It had to have been one of the most beautiful places Annabeth had ever seen. She wasn’t sure what it was, but clearly Europe had been doing something right for thousands of years that America, somehow, had failed to copy. It definitely beat out Paris, though she had to admit it would be hard to top her Eiffel Tower viewing experience.

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Mini Fanfic #1182: Morning After Their Love Making Adventures (Variety)

Mario & Peach

Mario/Peach: (Lets Out Very Satisfied and Relaxed Sighs While Laying Next Together on Their Own Bed)

Mario: Mamma Mia, that was so exhilarating......

Peach: And soooooo romantic too~ (Turns to Mario With a Loving Smile and Bedroom Eyes) You were wonderful from beginning to end, my dear~ The way you took charge and showering me with your affectious love~ (Forms a Sly Seductive Smirk on her Face) While looking very scrumptious I may add~

Mario: (Chuckles Lightly While Blushing) Come now, Peach~ You're giving me way too much credit here. You were amazing as you've always been last night. (Starts Rubbing The Back of his Head Back and Forth While Smiling Sheepishly) Besides, If anything, I'm more surprised by how good I look in those silk pajamas.

Peach: I know~ Not to mention how well blended it's color is to our room. I hope it didn't cost you too much of money though.

Mario: Oh no, it costed a lot more cheaper than I thought it could surprisingly. Cereza picked it out for me we went shopping yesterday. She even gave me a few pointers and a confidence boost along the way.

Peach: You've been coming to her for advice a lot now now, huh?

Mario: Only for romance related topics. She does a lot more experienced in it than the both us here.

Peach: ('Sigh') True. I can't even begin to tell you how many times her guidance helped over the years, oddly enough....

Mario: (Chuckles Lightly) I can tell. You've been a lot more outgoing and adventurous as of late.

Peach: (Casually Shrugs) A princess can break loose and have some fun every once and a while. I can't be always be uptight and boring forever, you know?

Mario: (Gently Plave his Habd onto Peach's Cheek) Hey now. You were never boring in my eyes and your uptightness is one of the manyreasons why I love you~

Peach: (Heart Begins to Melt in Pure Happiness) Oh Mario~ I have a so many reasons why I love you too~ Your bravery, kindness, handsomeness, and that cute squishy tummy of yours!~ (Playfully Wiggles Mario's Stomach Around)

Mario: (Starts Laughing Ticklishly by Peach's Antics) Oho really now?~ Weren't you the one who kept telling me to lose some weight?

Peach: And to stay healthy, yes. (Playfully Roll her Eyes) But I'd be lying if I say that seeing you with it hanging out hasn't aroused me in way~

Mario: Does this mean I'm off the hook from working out?

Peach: (Giggles Softly) Not even. How about i give your a nice cuddle session for your efforts~ (Gives Mario a Big Kiss on Top of his Nose) I'm very huggable~

Mario: (Happily Pulls Peach Close to Him in a Cuddle Hug) Reward accepted~

Luigi X Daisy X Lilith

The Trio: (Lets Out Very Satisfied and Relaxed Sighs While Laying Next Together on The Bed)

Daisy: Ohh man!~ That was one helluva night we had yesterday~

Lilith: (Smiles Brightly) I know!~ It was most fun and exhilarating one yet!~

Luigi: (Chuckles Lightly) You can say that again. You two went really all our this time around.

Daisy: (Starts Rubbing The Back of her Head Back and Forth) Yeah, sorry about that. We let our horny scales run more revamped there than usual......

Lilith: (Puts On a Cute Guilty Frown on her Face) We're sorry for being too horny~

Luigi: (Smiles Sheepishly While Quickly Shaking Both his Hands) N-No no! You girls have nothing to be sorry for, honest! If anything, I should apologize for being dull in comparison.

Lilith: ('Gasps')

Daisy: (Immediately Hugs Luigi Lovingly on One Side) Sweetie, don't say that! You were amazing through and through.

Lilith: (Hugs Luigi Lovingly om the Other Side) Your sweet, firm but tenderness love-making skills has never failed to make us happy and satisfied and last night wasn't any different!~

Luigi: You.... really think so?

Daisy: (Starts Snuggling Up on Luigi) We know so, babe. You've always done your best to keep up with us in your own way and come out on top. We couldn't be anymore proud of you than we already.

Lilith: (Happily Nodded) Uh-huh!~ (Starts Snuggling Up on Luigi on her Side of the Bed) You're a cutie in the streets, but MAJOR heart-throbbing beast out and under the sheets!~

Luigi: (Giggles Softly While Blushing) Ladies, please~ You're making me blush right now~

Daisy: (Forms a Cheeky Grin While Playfully Pulling Luigi's Cheek) Good. We need a good dose of your cuteness in the early morning~

Lilith: (Forms Mischievous Grin on her Face) Annnd as a reward for your hard work last night~

Luigi: (Raises an Eyebrow in Confusion) Hard wor-(Suddenly Felt Ten Fingers Wiggling on Both of his Sides as He Begins to Laugh) heheheheheheeheHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!~

Lilith: Morning Tickle Session!~

Daisy: ('Sighs Happily') So cute~

Vector X Vanilla/Bunnie X Antoine

Married Couples: (Lets Out Each of Their Relaxed, Collectibles Sighs as They're All Laying Together on Vector and Vanilla's Bed)

Vanilla: Goodness~ That was such a wonderful double date night we had~

Vector: Yeah, no kidding. I'm still surprised how well it all went out.

Bunnie: I'm down for havin' another one if y'all are.

Vector: Sure!

Vanilla: (Happily Nodded) Oh absolutely~

Antoine: Yes, that sounds be an excellent plan indeed. (Starts Yawning a Bit While Snuggling onto his Wife, Bunnie) In such a bright, beautiful morning tod- (Eyes Suddenly Begins to Widened Up) WAIT! What time iz it!?

Vector: Uhhhhhh......(Picks his Phone Up From the Dresser Right Next to His Side of the Bed)

Vanilla: Don't forget to put on your glasses, dear.

Vector: Don't worry, hon, i got it. (Picks his Reading Glasses Up From the Dresser and Puts it On Over his Eyes Before Reading the Tome on his Phone) It's......huh. Already 7:30.

Antoine: 7:30!? (Grabs Both Sides of his Hair in a Very Panic Like State) Oh nononononononononon!! It can't be happening!

Bunnie: Hey, Suga 'Twan, listen-

Antoine: I am supposed to be one of the formidable royal guards if the entirety of the Acorn Castle, always on time as I ahould and I'm already thirty minutes LATE!?

Bunnie: Suga 'Twan.

Antoine: What would his majesty would zay if I arrived thirty minutes? N-N-No doubt he would be furious, beyond disappointed but....(Starts Fearing For the Worst) What if he demote me to much lower rank? Even AFTER he promoted me months ago?

Bunnie: Antoine....

Antoine: OHHHHHHH! One of my many nightmares has finally come to ze light of this beautiful morning!! Ze horror, ZE HORROR-

Bunnie: (Immediately Grabs Both of her Husband's Shoulders) ANTOINE! Calm yourself, 'hon. Remember the breathing exercise your psychologist have been teachin' you lately?

Antoine: (Still Shaking a Bit) R-Right. Breath in.....(Takes a Deep Breath Before Exhaling Out) And out.

Bunnie: That's it, sugah, one more time now. Breath back in.....

Antoine: (Takes a Deep Breath Again)

Bunnie: And breath back out.

Antoine: (Exhale the Air Back Out) Okay.....I think I'm calm now.

Bunnie: (Smiles a Bit) That's good, baby, I'm proud of ya. (Kiss the Top of Antoine's Head)

Antoine: ('Sighs in Defeat') But what's ze use? It's only a matter of time before I get....('Sniff') Demoted.

Bunnie: (Forms a Reassuring Smirk on her Face) Not if you have a couple of days off and counting~

Antoine: Oh how cruel ze world i- (Eyes Begins to Widened Again) Wait. I have days off? B-But how?

Bunnie: I asked Sally Girl to convince her father to give you those days off. In exchange for her finishing up a few of his paperwork in advance.

Meanwhile at Sally's Office........

Sally groans very loudly with her head down and five mountain stacks of paperwork on her desk beside her.

Back at Vector and Vanilla's Room

Bunnie: I'm sure she'll get'em done for like......A few hours or so maybe? A day if the king decides to-

Antoine: (Happily Pulls Bunnie Into a Very Loving Hug) Ohh Ms Douce, Chérie Bunnie!~ You made ze happiest man in zis very house!~ (Starts Kissing on his Wife Cheeks)

Bunnie: (Giggles Ticklishly by Antoine's Affections) Yeah, yeah~ You're always welcome, honey bun.

Antoine: (Gives Bunnie One Big Final Kiss For Now) Wait a tick. (Turns to Vector) Vector, do you have any idea what time you're supposed to be at work today? I do not wish to see my own brother-in-law get in trouble for potential tardiness.

Vector: (Forms a Relaxed Smile on his Face) On the contrairé, my panicky brother-in-law, I'm on a few days off myself, on the account of me being my own boss-

'Ahem'

Vector: (Turns to see his Wife Smirking at Him with her Arms Crossed Before Chuckling Awkwardly) A-And Vanilly too. She's the real boss of this operation.

Vanilla: That's right~ (Happily Hugs her Husband) And as your boss, I order you to spend the rest of your appointed days off with you darling of a wife~ (Starts Kissing Vector on the Cheek Repeatedly)

Vector: (Chuckles Ticklishly by Vanilla's Kisses) Will do, boss!~ Loud and clear.

Bunnie: (Chuckles Lightly at Her and Twan's Fellow Married Couple Duo) You know, all this restin' already got me in the mood for some breakfast right 'bout now.

Vanilla: (Smiles Brightly to an Idea) Ooh! Do you want me to make all some? It'll make our day even brighter!~

Bunnie: (Starts Stretching her Arms Up in the Air) Only if you let me help ya out, cuz. I've been doin' some cookin' on my own time as of late.

Antoine: (Happily Nodded in Agreement) It'z true!~ You two must try her blueberry pancakes. They are truly divine worthy, justlike beautiful chef herself~ (Kiss the Top of Bunnie's Hand)

Bunnie: (Starts Blushing a Bit) Oh come now, Sugah Twah, no need to keep butterin' me up this early.

Vector: We've got a few more blueberries left for you to use in the fridge.

Bunnie: Blueberry Pancakes it is then. (Got Herself Out of the Bed) You boys stay in here while V' and I get breakfast ready.

Vanilla: (Got Herself Out of the Bed as Well) And once we finished eating and relaxing, we could start Round 2~

Vector/Antoine: (Raises an Eyebrow in Confusion) Round 2?

Bunnie: (Forms a Seductive Smirk on her Face) Y'all don't really think we're gonna put our love making session to close now, do ya?~

Vanilla: (Clasps her Hands Together While Putting on A Very Sweet Smile on her Face) Last night was sofun and adventurous that it got us yearning for more. (Starts Smirking as Well) And since our babies are scheduled to come back home in the mid afternoon......

Bunnie: (Place her Hand on Antoine's Cheek) What better way to pass the time than to continue showering you handsome fellas with some bunny love n' charm~

Antoine: (Love and Awe Struck at How Irresistible his Wife Truly Is) Oh mon amour~ (Gets Kissed on the Lips by Bunnie)

Vanilla: (Places her Hands onto Vector's Cheek) Does that sound like a reasonable plan to you, Vector-Kins?~ (Gives Vector a Very Loving Kiss on the Lips)

Vector: (Already Love Struck by His Wife's Kiss) Y-Yeah~ I'm down~

Vanilla: (Smiles Brightly) Spendid!~ I can't wait!~

Bunnie: (Smiles Brightly as Well) Same here! But let's get our breakfast on already! (Walks Out of the Bedroom With Vanilla Following Behind Her)

Vanilla: We'll call you if we need anything.

The wives then blows two kisses at their loving husbands before happily waving at them by the doorway.

Bunnie/Vanilla: We'll miss you!~ (Giggles Softly Among Themselves Before Heading to the Kitchen Together)

Vector: (Watches the Ladies Leave While Still Laying on the Bed with Antoine) So we're really going back at it again, huh?

Antoine: ('Sigh') It seems a job of pleasing your lovely wives iz never truly done. (Turns to Vector) Let us continue on giving it our very all, brother.

Vector: (Nodded To Antoine in Agreement) Let's.

The two brother-in-laws give each other fistbumps as they embark on the rest of the day going forward.

Terry X Mary

Terry/Mary: (Lets Out Very Satisfied and Relaxed Sighs While Laying Next Together on The Bed)

Mary: That was too damn good of the Nighy if I do say so myself~

Terry: (Chuckles Lightly) I'll say! (Turns to Mary with a Smirk and Bedroom Eyes) I dunno why, but I seemed to be keep forgetting how awesome you are at taking charge~

Mary: (Casually Shrugs) Hey, it's part of my job description after all. (Smirks Back at Terry) Though, I do love how lovely the sound of your moans are, Handsome~

????: Don't forget loud.

The couple gasps at the sight of someone standing in front of their bedroom's doorway who is none other than......

Terry/Mary: ROCKY! (Immediately Smiles Very Awkwardly) H-Heyyyyy!~

Terry: 'Sup there, little cub!

Mary: You had a good night sleep last night?

Terry: Or some......Sweet dreams at least?

Rock: (Already Has a Tires, Deadpinned Look on his Face) ............What do you think?

Terry: (Lowers his Smile Along with Mary's) You heard all of that last night, didn't you?

Rock: Yep.

Mary: (Notices the Opened Door in Her and Terry's Room Before Sighing and Facepalming Herself) Amd we didn't even bother to close the door behind us the whole time, didn't we?

Rock: Not. Even. (Walks Away) These walls aren't soundproof, you know?

Mary: We're sorry, sweetie!

Terry: We're be careful next time, we swear!....('Sighs Heavily') We gotta buy that kid those noise canceling earphones for his birthday coming up.

Mary: Agreed. Here's hoping there's cheaper ones this time around.

Shumako

Makoto: (Sighs Relaxingly as She Has the Side of her Head Laying on Ren's Chest) Valentine, the night of romance, has finally concluded for the new year~

Ren: (Casually Shrugs) Eh. It ended too soon for my liking. (Smirks Down at Makoto) I was really enjoying your "freaky" side all night yesterday~

Makoto: (Giggles Softly) I bet you were!~ (Playfully Rolls her Eyes) And I suppose your version wasn't too bad either, albeit cute~

Ren: (Playfully Scoffs) Honey, please. I'm adorable~

Makoto: (Finally Smirks Back) You goddamn right~ (Starts Making Out with her Joker) So cute~ Firm~ And the sweetest of all SORTS of areas!~

Ren: (Chuckles Lightly) apretty sure you fit thise descriptions a lot more better than I ever could~

Makoto: Maybe, but I'm not entirely qrong, am I?~

Ren: Not even for a millisecond~ (Kiss Makoto on the Lips) Shame we have to go back to our regularly scheduled program that is society.

Makoto: (Shrugs) Fun has to come to an end sooner and later. (Sighs While Snuggling onto her Joker Some More) I just wish this could last longer than it does now~

Ren: Eh I'm sure we could pick this back up later today if we're in the mood again. (Smiles Softly) There's no way I'm gonna leave my Queen high and dry like that all day

Makoto: (Smiles Back at Ren) Likewise, my dear Joker. Likewise.

Ren: (Sighs While Sitting Up amd Stretching his Arms Up in the Air) Unfortunately, I gotta start off my day in a few minutes.

Makoto: Aww....Already?

Ren: Yeah. I promised Sojiro I help him out with the shop today now that our Oracle's out in school.

Makoto: (Smiles Softly) I'm proud of her for coming out of her shell more often these days.

Ren: (Gets Himself Out of Bed) I'm proud to have her as my sis in general. No matter much of a nerd she is. (Points at Makoto) Don't tell her I said that.

Makot: Only if you promise to keep yourself out of trouble. I know you~

Ren: ('Scoffs') Please. My rebellious phrase is already behind me.

Makoto: (Playfully Raises an Eyebrow) Uh-huh, sure. (Smacks Ren's Ass)

Ren: (Burst Out Laughing) Makoto!~ (Turns to His Queen with a Very Playfully Smirk on his Face) I didn't take you for the kinky type at all~

Makoto: (Puts on a Cute Pouty Look on her Face) Oh hush up! It's your fault I'm like this.

Ren: Hey, you choose to be more loose. I just provide you guidance. Buuuut if I know you would like my ass that much, I'd probably would've show it off to you more often~

Makoto: ('Sigh') Just go get yourself ready already! (Smacks Ren's Ass Again)

Ren: (Chuckles Lightly) Alright, alright, I'm going. I'll miss you till then.

Makoto: (Starts Smiling Again) I'll miss you more, Ren-Ren~

Ren blows a kiss at Makoto before hitting the showers.

Makoto: (Watches Ren Walk Out of the Bedroom Before Taking a Deep Breath) One of these days......(Turn Over to her Side of the Bed and Takes Out a Black Mini Box From Inside the Dresser's Drawer) Might not be today, tomorrow or any of the weeks and months coming up, but ONE of these days, Ren Amimaya.....(Opens the Box, Revealing a Golden Ring Inside) I am GOING to marry you.

'To Be Continued

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