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And they were roommates (part 11)

A/N: I hope this works because my internet is KILLING ME.

Warning: 18+ content SHIT IS STARTING TO GET REAL.

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The next day, you and Simon had driven to the house. It felt like two parents visiting a house to move in with their kids. It made you laugh. The house was enormous. 4 bedrooms, three bathrooms, a spacious kitchen, a big living room with a tv big enough to feel like at the cinema. A very modern house painted in dark tones. All that you liked. You had looked at Kate and General Hopkins as he spoke.

"You deserve some comfort. You've been such a great asset-"

"You're trying to give me a luxurious house because I almost got killed."

The silence set for a minute, Ghost grabbing the back of your pants as he stood behind you.

"Yes… pretty much" the general admitted.

You rolled your eyes. Kate shook her head.

"You also deserve it. Plus you need a bigger space since you are having even more roommates." She smiled.

You sighed. Ghost ran his thumb on your lower back, soothing you. It sent a shiver down your spine. He loved to do this. You had noticed it. These little touches, hidden from others. It grounded you to him. If you felt anxious, nervous or tense. You loved it. He couldn't stop touching you.

The week after, you had moved in. Gaz and Soap were sharing a room, Konig had his own room and Ghost and you too. You had wanted to share Ghost's room but to keep things slow you had both preferred to stay like that. You'd share each other's beds in any way. Soap and Gaz were thrilled, Konig was too but in his own quiet way. Ghost seemed tense already.

"Hey… you alright?" You asked when the boys were a bit further away in the house.

"Starting to regret living with these idiots already."

"Konig's quiet."

"Wait until they play board games."

You had laughed.

You had settled in your room nicely. The space felt much bigger than your old apartment. However it felt less empty. Even from your room you could hear the boys laughing, or the TV playing. You smiled to yourself. Things had changed so much in a few months. You didn't regret it at all.

You were putting away your clothes in your new walk in closet. You were at peace, finally. Walking back into your room, you yelped when you noticed someone sitting on top of your bed.

"What the-"

You squinted your eyes. You knew it was him. You would have recognized him even in the dark. But… him, sitting there, without his mask on, made your heart beat as if it wanted to leave your chest.

"Fuck… even your face is hot." You let out.

You immediately blushed when you realized that once more your mouth had been faster than your brain.

You tried to hide your blushing face in your hands as you heard him laugh.

"Come here bunny."

You dropped your hands, biting your lip and walking to him. You stood in between his legs.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you…"

You smiled, finally holding his face in your hands as his arms wrapped around your waist.

"I was happily surprised." You whispered.

He closed his eyes letting his face rest in between your chest, earning a chuckle from you. God he did look handsome.

"I just… thought it was time to show you my face." He said, voice muffled by your own body.

"I am honored. You don't have to if you feel uncomfortable." You assured him.

"I feel safe with you. I don't mind at all."

It made your heart jump in your chest. He felt safe with you. You wrapped your arms around his head, leaning your own on top of his.

You remained like this for a little while until a knock was heard.

"Hey guys!" Soap called.

Simon groaned against you. You laughed.

"Someone's here to see you!"

You frowned.

"We'll be downstairs in a minute Soap." You called back.

You tried to separate the embrace but he held onto you.

"Come on Simon. Let's go see who's there." You smiled at him.

He stared at you for a long minute.

"You're so pretty when you smile…"

You blushed heavily at the compliment.

"Thank you…" you dropped a soft kiss on his lips.

He sighed against your lips before you finally separated. He grabbed his mask that was thrown on top of the bed, only noticing it now, before dropping it over his head.

You threw a last smile at him before you headed for the door.

You walked down the stairs with him, meeting the rest of the house and Price in the living room.

You turned your head to finally see your guests. Mellissa and Amy.

"Oh Sparrow! Are you alright?" She was worried.

"Y/N! Ghowsty!" Amy cheered.

You could have laughed at the shocked expressions on the rest of the team. You finally reached them, taking Amy into your arms as she was impatiently extending hers towards you.

"hey! How are you monkey?" you kissed her cheek making her giggle.

As Simon came to a stop next to you she extended her arms to him. You had been beaten at this game. He was her favorite. You looked at him, his eyes not leaving you and the little girl in your arms. You saw something unfamiliar in his eyes before he extended his own arms to pick up the little girl.

"gowsty!" she smiled at him.

"hey little baby princess." he cooed.

Yes. he did. And it made you melt on the spot. Melissa grinned and the rest of the room were absolutely shocked. It took one glance from ghost for them to look away. You rolled your eyes. You invited Melissa to come sit on the couch with everyone as ghost and Amy followed. She decided to sit on his lap and not move from there, playing with his skeleton gloves.

"Boys, this is Melissa gallegos. She's my friend and the mother of this sweetheart, Amy." You cooed as well, softly brushing a strand of hair out of her face, making her giggle. Simon looked like he wanted to devour you for a split second.

"this is Soap" you introduced.

The little went into a giggle of laughter, making everyone melt in the room.

"soap!" she repeated.

The man in question blushed a bit, waving at her.

"why you'calld soap?" she asked.

The room temperature suddenly changed but Ghost was quick to move.

"because he loves washing his hair." he lied.

The truth was not something for her little ears. Soap looked a bit hurt but the rest laughed.

"this, is Gas. because... because that's his name." Ghost said, taking the lead.

"This.."

For a second you were worried about her reaction towards Konig. He stood in the room a bit further away. He was trying to hide his big frame, probably not to scare the child but was failing.

"this is Konig. He's... a friend." Ghost tried. It was clumsy. He was trying to find a way to make her accept the big guy.

"Why he sow bwig?" she asked.

"Amy..." Melissa started.

"Because he's half giant." Ghost said, making everyone chuckle and Konig rubbed the back of his head.

"he has supew powers?" she asked, not letting Konig out of her sight.

"yes." he asked.

"wat?" she asked.

"he gives the best hugs! and when you're in his arms you're super tall!" Soap said.

She giggled.

"thas not a supew power!"

"ah! you should try!" he winked at her.

She thought for a minute before extending her arms towards him, leaving you in a bit of shock. This little girl would never cease to amaze you. Konig had frozen on the spot.

"Konig. Come here." Ghost ordered.

You were going to protest, telling him not to force him if he was uncomfortable, but Konig moved forwards very slowly. Finally in front of Ghost and Amy, he picked her up very slowly as if she was made of glass. The little girl didn't say anything while looking around.

"im tawler than everwyone!" she claimed happily, making everyone laugh.

Konig looked relieved, until she looked into his eyes through the mask. She touched it a bit.

"ah ah Amy. We talked about this." Melissa warned.

"imno gonna take it off!" she said, looking offended.

It made you smile. As she turned back to the man.

"you eyes awe pwetty. They blue" she said, making the monster of a man melt on the spot.

She hugged him before asking to go back to ghost's lap. Konig was very flustered but walked back next to soap to sit on another couch.

"This is Captain price. Or as Y/N calls him, dad."

You gasped, looking at Ghost horrified. Everyone laughed. Amy was deep in thoughts. Before jumping from Ghost lap and running to price

"gwandpaw!"

Now Melissa looked horrified. It clicked so fast in your mind. How Melissa called you her sister and Amy's aunt. The very clever girl added 1+1 and decided that if you were her aunt and Price was your dad, obviously he was her grandfather.

Price had looked taken aback but gladly held her in his arms.

Ghost sulked a bit, suddenly not being the center of attention of the little girl. You left the boys being completely amazed by the little girl as you turned to melissa.

"How are you? Laswell told me what happened. I was in the room when she was talking to Hopkins." she looked worriedly at you.

"I'm fine, don't worry. Not my first rodeo, we both know that." you said, grabbing her hand in yours.

"I was so damn worried. I couldn't handle it, and Amy surely wouldn't." she said.

"Hey, I'm fine. Don't worry alright? I have a whole team of bodyguards constantly watching over me now" you said in a joking tone looking at the boys behind you.

Amy was standing on top of the table, the men on their knees or crouching around it.

"though your daughter seems to be their master. She has a talent of bringing these terrifying men to their knees.'' You laughed with melissa.

You both watched as Amy took turns, touching soap's mohawk, price's hat, gas's hat, Ghost mask and konig's too.

"Stay for dinner, the boys will be thrilled." You said.

And they were. They were absolutely thrilled. You had made dinner with Melissa while they had played with Amy's legos that Ghost had bought for her the last time. Now you all sat at table dining, talking happily. Amy was so fascinated by the way Konig ate underneath his mask that she'd forget to eat what was in her mouth. Konig had felt very embarrassed under her scrutiny and had avoided eye contact.

You had stopped for a second, looking at the table you sat at. You felt grateful. For all of these people.

Once dinner was over, the boys had cleaned up the table, except ghost who was trapped by a little girl in his arms. She was starting to get sleepy. Ghost had glanced at you as you sent a wink his way, making him shake his head.

"what's happening between you and the liteutenant?"

Melissa's voice made you slightly jump.

"hum... well... we're... together." you spoke.

You tried not to blush but she gasped, a smirk on her face afterwards.

"you go girl! daaaamnn." she said.

You rolled your eyes.

"so it's serious huh?" she asked

"yeah... I think it is... he trusts me enough to show me his face."

She looked touched, holding you in her arms.

"I'm so happy for you. Really. You deserve it."

You smiled, tears gathering at the corner of your eyes. You blinked them away.

"Thank you Melissa. I'm so happy you're in my life too."

She smiled at you before turning back to ghost. The little girl had fallen asleep in his arms as he kept pacing around to rock her softly. You noticed that the boys had lowered the volume of their voices too, as Ghost eyed them like a hawk at every decibel too high for his taste.

"He'd be a great dad." Melissa teased.

"We're far from that. Please don't start." You begged.

You walked towards him.

"Thank you lieutenant. She really adores you." she said to him.

"No problem." he nodded.

"I think we should go home." she said, glancing at you and then at the sleeping girl.

"Alright, we'll walk you to the car." you offered, Ghost clearly not wanting to wake up the little girl, agreed.

Everyone bid their goodbyes in a hushed tone under Ghost's gaze. You walked Melissa to the car, ghost had dropped the little girl, her car seat buckling her up.

"Thank you lieutenant." she smiled.

You stood next to him as Melissa looked at you both.

"Thank you for taking care of her lieutenant". she said.

You blushed heavily, looking down to hide your face.

"The best mission I've chosen." he answered back.

You bit your lip looking up at him as he glanced down back at you. Melissa got into her car and left, leaving you both at the entrance of the house.

"You're gonna catch a cold. let's go back inside." he said, his hand meeting your lower back.

"Simon." you called.

He looked at you, waiting.

"Thank you. for taking care of me."

"No. Thank you. For holding on to me. To my... fucked up mind and scarred body."

Your eyes faltered, his words hurting you in a way you didn't think was possible. You grabbed his face in between your hands, his masked face dropping to touch your forehead with his.

"You're everything Simon. you. Ghost. the lieutenant. all of you." you comforted him.

He hugged you tighter.

"fuck.." he cursed under his breath.

A breeze passed by, soothing the incredible heat in your body.

"come on... let's head back."

You nodded, stepping inside with him.

One thing had been absolutely sure. The boys loved playing games. When they weren't training or at the base and they were bored at home, they'd always want to play a board game or a game of cards. And right now. The game of cards was improvised. The evening had rolled in, you had been working in your room, and the boys were bored. It had begun as a simple game, Soap had ordered pizzas, and you sat around the large table in the living room. But as time passed, those menaces had decided to add some dares to the game. If you'd lose, you'd have to do something. Price had been skeptical, Ghost too, especially because he was worried about what the boys could make you do just to taunt him.

After the first round, where, much to Soap's dismay, he had lost, he was forced to play with handcuffs for the next 5 rounds. Watching him struggle during round 2 made Price laugh way too much, so he remained for the game. Obviously he very quickly regretted his choice.

Gaz had brought some Rhum, and even if it remained very calm, alcohol loosened minds and… tongues. You were all a bit tipsy. And the dares were beginning to be slightly hotter than they should be. Konig was shirtless… the poor man was extremely embarrassed. Gaz and Soap made out, a little predicament created by you. Unfortunately that had horribly backfired. You had to call Laswell and ask her if Price could legally adopt you. She was extremely confused but had said yes. Price added that he'd keep it in mind.

To counter that you had prepared a little cocktail for the next looser, Soap. You made sure it was incredibly spicy. He had died, his soul leaving his body for a minute. Ghost seemed to be a very good player, managing to lose twice. He had to draw two little blush points on his mask with lipstick. He looked extremely cute. The second time he had to let the boys draw something on his arms with a sharpie. He had rolled his eyes. After that he had escaped all shenanigans except one, he also had to take off his shirt. For some reason these men loved seeing each other half naked.

Price had tapped out, opting for going home before he lost all credibility as a captain. Konig had also begged to be let go, you had obviously let the poor man leave, remembering him he didn't need permission, and shouldn't listen to the boys. Now, as the four of you remained. The dares become completely ridiculous. Now Gaz was handcuffed to Soap. They had a wife and husband written on their foreheads with a sharpie. You had cringed, you knew he'd be hard to clean up.

The tapping point was you having to… lick your way from Ghost's clothed mouth to the aim of his pants, under the careful gaze of the two men. You were blushing hard. Ghost's eyes were fixated on you, his breath had quickened. His hand had reached your hair, tightening there when you passed over his abs.

You had tried your best to hide your blush when you stood up. You could feel Simon's eyes following your every movement. When soap had tried to comment something along the lines of 'I'm jealous I want a bunny too', he had received a smack behind the head as a warning. The last round had hit, everyone was tired as 3 am was slowly approaching. To everyone's surprise, Ghost lost. Soap and Gaz had run to you, and you were now trying to find the perfect dare to conclude the game.

Soap finally jumped.

"I know! You have to wear a dog collar and a leash all day for Y/N!"

You had gasped and blinked slowly, trying to process what he had said. You looked at Ghost, he seemed to think about it.

"Simon…" you called.

"Ok."

Did he… agree?! You were unsure if it was the alcohol or something else.

"Nice!" Gas said.

You were extremely confused… and slightly excited. The sight might be something worth seeing.

You had called it a night, kissing Simon goodnight and hopping into bed. The liquor and the tiredness made your head buzz as you closed your eyes.

The next morning you had woken up rather begrudgingly. You needed a coffee. Or tea. You had thrown one of Simon's hoodies on and some leggings before heading down stairs. The house was noisier than usual for this hour. You had walked into the living room, greeting everyone. Soap and gas had a grin on their face. Ghost had walked to you, lifting up his mask to kiss you deeply.

This was the best way to wake up. Truly.

"Good morning" you mumbled in a sleepy voice.

"Good morning bunny." He growled.

You were taken aback from his tone. What was going on this morning?

"Breakfast is ready, come on!" Soap called.

You had sat at the table and eaten breakfast with everyone until Price had walked in, a bag in hand.

"Good morning everyone!" He greeted.

The boys were quick to their feet as ghost sighed, getting up as well. He extended his hand to you, making you get up and step to him. He dropped your hand to reach his neck with both hands, taking his dog tags and transferring them to your neck. You stumbled on your words looking at him. You felt incredibly honored and thrilled and… owned.

"S-simon… I…."

"Fuck. You're gonna have to let me take a picture of you like that." He talked in a hushed tone to you.

He didn't leave any room for an answer as he grabbed your head and made you walk with him to the others.

"I have no idea why you asked me to pick this up, but I have a feeling it has something to do with last night's game." Price said as he dropped the bag on one of the couches and grabbed the objects inside.

Your eyes widened when you saw him take out a dog collar and a leash, both black.

"Oh my god…" you let out.

"Yes!! Captain you are the best!" Soap almost yelled.

Gas was just as excited as him.

"Alright, so who has to wear this?" He asked, turning to soap and then gas.

When they both turned towards ghost, who stood next to you, arms crossed, Price froze for a second.

"Really?" He asked with his signature smile.

You were unable to process what was happening as Soap took the object and ran to the man next to you. He stopped when he saw the dark gaze of his lieutenant.

"Sergeant, if you try to put it around my neck I will break your hands." He warned.

Soap smirked but nodded before handing you the collar and leash.

"Wait, WHAT." You cried out.

You looked at the black leather collar. It had a silver tag shaped like a skull. You turned it to see Riley written behind. They had made it engraved. The leash was a mix of black leather and chain. It was pretty basic. You were taken out of your thoughts as you saw Simon bend down next to you, now eye to eye level.

"Simon, really?" You asked.

"I am a man of my word." He said.

You shook your head. This… was ridiculous. The rest of the team looked at you expectedly. You sighed, unbuckling the damn thing before very slowly approaching it to his neck. The eye contact was intense as you secured it around his neck, and the tension was breakable as you hooked the leash on it.

"Bloody hell. You're all insane." Price let out, finally breaking the tension.

He straightened up as you still held the leash in your hand.

"There! Now you have scary dog privileges!" Soap joked.

"This is a sight LT." Gas added.

"When did this happen?" Konig asked, poor man confused.

You couldn't believe this.

Ok. Alright. It was a matter of 24h. It might be fun after all.

You had continued about your day, unleashing Ghost. Soap and gas had forced you to keep the leash on you so you could put it back whenever needed. They were having way too much fun with this. You had your laptop on your lap as you worked through some things on the couch, Simon not too far. You had heard some commotions behind you in the kitchen.

"Y/N! Get your dog!"

You smirked.

"It don't bite." You said matter of factly.

"Yes IT DO!" Soap threw back.

You had continued to work without paying attention to them. During the day you had found yourself often playing with the tags around your neck, letting your fingers trace the letters on it. Mindlessly bringing it to your lips when you were lost in thoughts. You had only noticed it when soap had thrown a comment about it.

"Y/N."

"Hmm?"

"You don't have to kiss that, the real thing is right here."

You had blinked looking at him and then at Ghost. You felt a rush of adrenaline as you saw him, hunched over the kitchen counter both hands on it, gazing at you through his lashes like he wanted to pounce on you.

Soap had immediately excused himself and you had let the tags fall back to your chest.

"S-sorry…" you apologized.

He had suddenly realized his posture as you spoke, straightening himself and cleared his throat.

"No problem."

He had quickly walked out, the tag on his collar clicking, leaving you confused.

The interaction had remained in your mind. He had seemed a bit distant afterwards. You had gone out for a drink, soap and gas reminding you that you had to keep him on a leash. You had been horrified at the thought but Ghost had grabbed the end of the leash and hooked it in his collar.

It had been funny to see all the soldiers at the bar avoiding all eye contact towards your table. The sheer fear the man next to you created in them was astounding. And yet he was next to you, as your hand held onto the leather leash connected to his dog collar. He had made sure to reach to your neck and take out the dog tags so everyone could see it.

"Damn he possessive." Gas had joked, being completely ignored by his lieutenant.

And he was. You had gotten up to order another drink at the bar.

"What can I get you ?" The bartender asked smiling at you.

"Hum can I get a mojito, with strawberry syrup?" You asked tentatively.

"Oh! Sure, Nice!" He agreed with a wink.

When you had walked back to the table with your drink, Simon had wrapped his arms around your waist and not let go for the rest of the night.

You felt a bit uneasy because you could clearly see his mood had changed. You had gotten home around midnight and everyone had gone to bed. The boys had finally let Ghost alone with the collar, though he was still wearing it. You had brought him into your bedroom to try and talk it out.

"Y/N, I'm fine, come one hop into bed." He had tried.

You were still holding the leash and you straightened it, applying only a bit of pressure.

"Simon."

His gaze had darkened.

"Tell me."

"Your time is up bunny. The leash is off now." He warned.

You furrowed your brows in challenge, applying even more pressure in the leash. He growled.

"Bunny. Let. Go." He warned again.

"Then tell me." You confronted again.

He reached your hand, bringing you to his chest. You yelped. His hand was holding your jaw softly.

"You had fun having me on a leash all day?"

His special dark tone was back. The one that sent shivers down your spine and made you feel like he was a predator hunting his prey.

"Well, everyone knew who you belonged to." You teased.

He chuckled darkly.

"Yeah. Same with my tags around your pretty neck." He made you spin around, now making you look into the mirror on the wall. His hand traveled from your stomach to your chest where the tags dangled. Your breath hitched as his hand hovered over your breast.

"Look at you. Mine. So fucking pretty." He growled in your ear.

"You know what. You're such a pretty sight to see. Let's immortalize this pretty sight."

You frowned.

"W-what?" You asked.

He took his phone out with his other hand, turning it on and opening his camera.

"Grab the leash." He ordered.

You obeyed, holding the leash over your shoulder. He placed his hand over your throat, not squeezing but holding you in place. He aimed the lense towards the mirror, taking both of you into view.

"Good girl…" he praised, making you close your eyes and tilt your head back.

He had taken a picture at that exact moment.

"So pretty fuck. I wanted to punch that guy at the bar you know."

You finally understood.

"Simon… his wink was just playful… it-"

"No… not his wink. The way he eyed your ass when you walked away from him. That. That made me want to rip his head off."

Oh. You hadn't noticed that. He was jealous. God that man was possessive.

He closed his eyes for a little second.

"Simon. I'm yours." You reminded him.

He opened his eyes, planting them into yours in the mirror. He visibly relaxed.

"My bunny."

"My wolf." You teased.

He laughed a bit, relieved.

"That's new."

You turned around hugging him. He took off his mask, letting it drop to bed behind you. He dropped a kiss on top of your head.

"I'm sorry… "

"Why?" You questioned.

"I… sometimes lose myself. You have to tell me if I scare you an-"

"No!"

You looked at him as he frowned.

"I'm not scared Simon. Please don't think that. You never hurt me. And I trust you."

He took a moment before nodding.

"Come on, bed time."

You whined.

"Sleep with me tonight." You asked.

"Bunny… not tonight. I got to wake up early tomorrow, the team has to go to base."

"A mission ?"

"Something like that. I'll tell you more after I get info."

You nodded.

You had slipped into pj's in your bathroom before slipping into bed. He had stayed just to be able to tuck you into bed. He turned around heading to leave before you stopped him.

"Simon…"

"Yes baby?"

"Can you send me that picture…" you blushed.

"Of course bunny."

Once he was out you smiled to yourself. He was really possessive over you. You knew there was a part of him that felt scared that thought you might regret this relationship. That he was not good for you. You wanted to prove him wrong. Your phone buzzed.

You picked it up to see the notification. Simon had sent the picture. Fuck was it good. You made sure to keep it for yourself. He had added a little treat as a second notification rang. He was shirtless, the collar still on as he held the leash in one hand. The camera was tilted upwards as the looked straight into it. Fuck. You didn't take him for the kind of man to send thirst traps to his girl. But you were glad he was.

You bit your lip, thinking about your next move. You were slightly embarrassed but also somehow excited. You undressed yourself before laying back down in bed. You made sure to position the dog tags in between your breasts with his name visible. You bit your lip. You held the phone up, making sure the flash was on and you took the picture making sure to push your breast together. You edited the photo making sure to add little skulls over your nipples.

You made sure to check the picture before sending it as fast as possible with a small good night.

You bit your lip. You wondered if you were going to get an answer. Two minutes passed so you thought he wouldn't. But then a notification came on.

You smiled to yourself. Finally drifting off to sleep. The next morning you woke up to an empty house. It felt oddly quiet. You took your time eating breakfast and resting. Around lunch time you were still alone. You knew the team had to go to the base for something related to a mission. You wondered when they would come back. Time passed by and you got lost for a little moment in your work.

When late afternoon rolled in, you decided that perhaps a warm bath would be perfect. You could read a book or something. You stood from the couch when suddenly you heard the front door open and a lot of voices half yelling at each other. You frowned, watching the team stumble over each other.

"hey hey hey... guys, what's going on?"

"hey Y/N!" soap called in a very soft voice making you expect the worst.

"so hum... we got something here, can you take a look?" gas asked.

"It's a bit urgent, sweetheart." price added in a serious tone.

You walked over to the table where the boys gathered, putting down a laptop on the table. you sat down in front of anxious looks.

"Will any of you tell me what's going on? By the way, where's Ghost?" you frowned, opening the laptop and turning it on as you looked around.

"Hmm..." Konig tried.

"well..." Soap continued.

You immediately turned to Price at their hesitation.

"Please tell me what's going on."

He sighed before sitting next to you.

"Darkends is dead. We are very close to catching the drug lord. We've been put on this mission and we were called to brief everyone and check some seized gear. one of the cases was... trapped."

You felt your heartbeat quicken. no... wait.

"Simon?" you asked.

"he was the one who opened it."

You closed your eyes letting out a shaky breath.

"Hey, he's fine, he's fine. He was in contact with a powder, a drug. He's going to be alright"

You sighed with relief.

"He's gone upstairs to his room, but we need to know what kind of drug it is. It was quite a dose and we need to know the effects. Can you do that? "

"Absolutely. I'm on it."

You turned to the screen, you absolutely needed to find what it was.

For over an hour, after you managed to decrypt the computer, you finally had found something interesting. The boys were pacing around and kept watching you.

Finally you found something interesting, a video about the effects of the drug.

"guys i got it!" you called.

They rushed to your side and finally you opened the video.

The silence was loud. But nothing louder than the sounds coming from the laptop. You blushed heavily as Soap laughed and Gas cursed. The noise kept repeating itself, making it obvious as to what the drug was.

"ah! fuck me!"

It was a sex drug.

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Atta Girl | J.M.

Pairing: Joel Miller x plus size f!reader

Synopsis: Joel loves your body just as much as you do and shows you how much he can’t get enough of you.

Content Warnings: SMUT 18+ minors dni! Porn with very little plot, reader is plus size & hardly insecure but has a moment where she asks if Joel is sure he wants her to ride his face, face riding, Joel squeezes you everywhere, praise, a little degrading if you squint at the end, spanking, light choking, Joel telling you what to do, dirty talk, pet names (baby doll, bunny, etc) pull out method to make you a toaster strudel hehe, Joel calls himself daddy like one time, oral (f receiving) unprotected sex, readers hair is long enough to pull. Let me know if I missed anything!

Word Count: 1.9K || A/N: I just want all my plus sized babies to know they are beautiful and Joel Miller would fuck you so hard he’d leave whipped and wanting more. This was a request I received and as a plus sized girl myself, I wanna see more positive stories about the reader already loving her body. I’m nervous posting this, but fuck it here we go!

Splitting wood for the fireplace wasn’t something you enjoyed whenever it needed to be done. Joel wasn’t around since he was on patrol duty and wasn’t sure if he’d be back before the sun went down behind the mountains in Jackson, meaning it was in fact your turn to chop wood. Not wanting to get any of your shirts dirty with mud, you thought it would be a great idea to wear one of his many flannels. Now, they didn’t hang off your body and that was okay, he actually enjoyed the way you’d tie the material up about halfway over your tummy, letting your breasts push together just a tad by the knot.

That’s how you ended up in the back of your shared cabin with Joel, sweat coating your forehead and your chest glistening in the late evening sun. Grunting with every split of wood and a chunk flying off the stump, you were almost to the end of the pile when the small screen door attached to the porch swung open, your worn out and starved man coming outside into the yard. Joel's hands went to his hips and his head dropped as he chuckled, looking back up at you. “The hell are ya doin’ sweet girl? I told you I was gonna do this when I got back from patrollin’.” His face slightly changed when he noticed his shirt tied up and pushing your breasts together just enough for him to forget how to speak.

Holding the axe in one hand and brushing off your dirt stained hands onto your jeans that were hugging your hips deliciously, you shook your head quickly and looked back at him as if he said something completely crazy. “No, no I’m more than capable of chopping wood for our fireplace in our house, Joel. It’s not a big deal, it’s just another shirt you lose.” You poke fun at him as you squat down to gather the pieces when you could hear the faintest groan from Joel behind you.

His head was spinning and landed in dark waters that flooded his mind with vile and unholy thoughts about you. He was watching your jeans get tighter around your ass as you squatted down, they were almost becoming a second skin to you. Those were the jeans he loved to see you in because they hugged your curves in all the places he loved the most- everywhere.

“If you stare any harder you’re going to burn holes into my ass, Joel.” You snark and stack up a few pieces of wood in your arms to start heading to the screen door. He snaps out of the trance your plump ass had him in and makes it to the door before you and holds it open, allowing you to walk in before him. He wanted more time to watch your hips swing with every step you take but also he was a southern gentleman at heart, so holding doors open for you wasn’t out of the ordinary.

“Baby I’m sorry I jus’ can’t help it. You’re so sexy and I just can't can’t stop staring at the way your jeans fit ya. The way your shirt rides up and shows off your back a lil bit.” He whispered into your ear as you stood still for a second, his hands grabbing your plush hips, thumbs brushing over the soft skin that was peeking under the shirt that was riding up. A smirk plastered on your face, you continued on your way to the fireplace that was empty of wood and got down on all fours, starting to toss wood into the hole. Right on queue, Joel leans against the wall of the living room, watching your ass rock back and forth as the pile next to you dwindles down rapidly. The way your thighs pressed against each other like perfect puzzle pieces had his jeans getting tighter and tighter, his cock getting harder with every second passing by. Your breasts were practically spilling from your tank top with you bent over, a true sight for Joel to remember the next time he needed something to think about when he was alone. With no words spoken, Joel walks over towards you and kneels behind you and runs his hands over the curve of your ass, grunting slowly.

“You’re so beautiful, jus’ wanna pin you down right here and make you feel so good, honey.” His words shoot tingles all the way down your back and before you knew it, you were arching your back a little more, wiggling your ass in front of him.

“Who, me?” You innocently ask, tossing the rest of the wood inside the fireplace. Joel’s hands grab your hair gently and give a little tug, nudging you to stand up on your knees. One of his hands wraps around your stomach to hold you close, squeezing you against him. “Yes, you. Want ya to plant this beautiful pussy on my face and don’t stop ridin’ until I can’t breathe.” “Are you sure about that cowboy? I’ll do it, I just don’t wanna hurt you.” He scoffed and grabbed your squishy cheeks, pinching them together.

“Stop that right now, you hear me? There’s no way you could hurt me. Now, take off your fuckin’ jeans and panties and put your pussy on my face.” You hastily get out of your jeans and panties, tossing them over by the corner and Joel wiped his face in complete awe, your curves on full display for him to scan over closely. “I can almost taste you already baby doll, fuck.” Joel rips off his shirt and lays on the couch, resting his head right on the arm rest. “Climb up here and get comfy, darlin’. I’m not stoppin’ until you’re beggin’ me to stop.” He pats the cushion on the side of his head and grins like he won the lottery and to him he did. He was about to have his way with you and tear you apart. You crawl over to the couch and kiss his side, making your way up his chest messily and to his lips, his firm hands grabbing your round face to hold you closer. “Cmon now I’m not gettin’ any younger and I’m starvin.” He growls and yanks you from the floor, giving your ass a good smack, feeling it jiggle under his hand. With his help you climb up and hover over his face, nervous to rest your full weight on him. His strong arms wrap around your thick thighs and pull you down onto him, his lips connecting to your clit instantly. His tongue licked up your juices and twirled circles around your bud, his eyes shutting in bliss. Your fingers tugged at the salt and peppered hair under you and your back arched deeply, moaning his name breathlessly. “Joel oh my god, fuck that’s so damn good, don’t stop.” Reaching behind your back, you unclasped your bra and ditched his shirt, letting your breasts fall from the fabric and into your hands. He was humming under you as he moved his face from side to side, still licking and sucking on your clit. Your hips move back and forth on his face, his grip tightening around your thighs, bringing out your whimpers from deep inside you. “Atta girl, ride my face like that.” His words vibrate against your pussy and you grind against his face faster, just on the brink of cumming. Before you could let go on his face, he pulled you down off the back of the couch and took off his pants and boxers, bending you over the armrest of the couch his head was just on. Joel’s hand collides with your plump ass once more before he spreads your cheeks apart, burying his cock inside your hole with a throaty groan. You cry out his name and hang your head, his hands coming around and grabbing handfuls of your breasts. He squeezes tightly as he begins to thrust in and out, moaning how good you feel wrapped around him. Joel pushes down on the middle of your back and runs his hand up your side, “Bet you like that huh, my cock deep inside you poundin’ away so hard it makes you think about nothin’ but my hips smackin’ against your perfect ass.” He grabs a handful of your ass cheek and groans out your name once more. “Fuck yeah I do, baby. I love the way you tear me up from the inside out and make me so dick dumb and fucked out, all that’s on my mind is being a slut for you.” Your filthy mouth gets him going once more, drawing out more moans from him than before. His arms wrap around your soft tummy and flip you over, laying you down gently on your back against the couch cushions. You reach down and grab his cock, shoving it deep inside you once more so he can start fucking you again. Joel smirks at your eagerness and licks his lips quickly just at the mere sight of you shoving yourself full of his cock.

“Such an eager lil thing huh? Can’t wait a few seconds f’me to do it, you gotta do it yourself?” “I love the way you feel inside me Joel, can’t get enough of you. Fuck, please don’t stop.”

Joel’s warm hand presses down on your velvety abdomen, keeping you right where he wanted you. He leans down and presses his face against your supple breast, flicking his tongue over the nipple while he thrusts harder inside you, trying to get you to beg for him to slow down. His free hand moves to your other nipple and pinches it a few times before grabbing the entire pillowy breast, squishing it in his hand. “Fuck- bunny I’m not gonna last much longer, not with your body lookin’ so damn good the way it does. You’re squeezin’ around my cock and you know that drives me up the fuckin’ wall.” He grunts against the shell of your ear and nuzzles his face into your neck, his hair brushing against your cheek. As your face contorts with pleasure, you can feel yourself about to cum all over his cock. “Yeahhh jus’ like that for me sweet girl, cum on daddy’s cock like a good girl, I can feel it. Jus’ let go all over me baby.” He pants into your neck and grabs your hair as your legs shake, cumming all over him. Your screams of his name and curse words echo throughout the living room and you swear your neighbors could hear you loud and clear. Joel’s thrusts were becoming sloppy, indicating he wasn’t going to last much longer. Sitting up slowly, he pulls out from your tight entrance and cums all over your tummy, groaning everything under the sun that he could think of. As he milked himself empty on you, you giggled at the pool of cum dribbling down your sides. Joel throws his head back trying to catch his breath as he sits down in the seat next to you, his eyes still closed from the euphoria of unloading all over his girl. “Jus’ give me a second and I’ll get a rag to clean you up and getcha some water baby. Fuck, you are somethin’ else.” he joked and kissed the top of your hand tiredly.

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certaincollectionlandblog · 10 months

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F1 Drivers that I think would date some plus sized queens and how I think it would go

Carlos Sainz

- I can't explain why, but I feel like Carlos is already an ass man and with his personality he seems like the guy to love when his girl was squishy. Maybe like a fit plus size queen like they go to the gym together and stuff, but she's still thicker than a Snicker like Ashley Graham without the boobs (TBH that's specifically my body type and all the plus size queens with the boobs get love, but were is the love our itty bitty bitty plus size babes?) if you have the boobs sis he would love it too; just wanted to give some representation for my body type cause I know I can't be the only one out here like this! - Would constantly come up to you saying "I shall call her squishy and she shall be my squishy" before wrapping you in such a great hug and peppering you with kisses (come guys I can so see this like AAGHH) - If you're tall and a plus queen I think he would also be totally down for that too! We need some tall plus size love too man :) - He knows that you probably can't wear his clothes or that if you can that they don't fit oversized like he knows you would find cute so he orders some hoodies a size or two too large and keeps "accidentally" leaving them around you. - Krispy Kreme has nothing on this man, he is hot and ready for you all the time - Summer is his favorite time because seeing you prance around in those shorts that ride up your ass have this man so distracted that he is a danger to himself and humanity - Hand on the ass ALL the time (y'all can't argue with me on this one okay) - He loves to lay on you whenever possible - You are his human pillow now - Carlos Sainz is a cuddle bug and no one can tell me other wise!

Mick Schumacher

- If I were to picture our precious Mick with anyone else other than a beautiful tall plus size sweetheart it just wouldn't fit in my mind - He is such a boob guy like there's literally even no denying it (~starts crying in itty bitty titty committee~), but if you were less blessed in the chest I think Mick would still love it cause he is an angel - Mick is a sweetheart who has been through a lot, you provide him a sense of comfort and love when you pull him for one of your ever constant and always soft hugs (you never let go before he does because sometimes he just needs to hold you and that's okay) - You're like the Anna to his Kristoff (Frozen anyone?!) sweet, fun, adventurous, with a little side of chaos - He will kiss every single freckle, scar, and stretch mark on your entire body, in fact he makes it his life mission to do so - Sometimes he steals your sweatpants cause y'all are pretty much the same height and he loves having the extra room from the size difference - One time he stole a pair of your Juicy sweatpants to wear around the house and didn't realize the butt had JUICY bedazzled on it until his mom pointed out when she came over to visit for dinner - Mick loves to snuggle with you while you sleep, but he always falls asleep with his hand on your boob - You make him smile so much the boys started teasing him telling him he should try to get Crest toothpaste as a sponsor - Mick is major on cockwarming and if he had it your way he would never leave the warmth of your walls

Daniel Riccardo

- I feel it in my bones that Danny is an ass man - He is constantly sending up little prayers of thank you to whoever invented leggings and compression shorts - Daniel loves when you steal his button ups to wear around the house with nothing else because even though they aren't quite oversized it's the fact that seeing you wear his clothes and seeing your ass at the same time as poor Danny boy wound up tighter than a Jack in the box - You know they do say that cowboys tend to like their women like molasses, sweet and thick and well as bad as Danny wishes he was cowboy he makes sure to follow that rule -Save a horse ride a cowboy anyone? - He swears he's died and gone to heaven when he looks down into your innocent doe eyes every time you suck him off - You guys have matching sweatsuits for movie nights (secretly he loves it) - Danny just gives off the vibe of loving if you were tall too like it's giving off power couple vibes - He actually steals your hoodies because they're so soft and smell like your perfume - He loves when you rest your head on his shoulder like he actually smiles a kid getting to meet Santa for the first time - Is constantly giving you forehead kisses because he doesn't have to bend down and he loves seeing your eyes light up like a Christmas tree when he does

Jack Doohan

- first off there's not enough Jake Doohan love on this platform and I am determined to fix that sweethearts - Okay IDK if it's just my experience, but it's always the skinny, tall white boys getting with these plus size queens and Jack is no exception - I'm not really sure if Jack is a thigh or an ass man more, but I'm totally getting those vibes you know - He already loves surfing and spending anytime in water that he can and now he gets the added bonus of seeing your beautiful figure in his second favorite amount of clothes for you (the first is when you're butt ass naked) - I can't explain it, but I am very much going with the theory that these Australian boys love themselves some tall plus babes (if you're short I'm sure they would like you too baby it's just the vibe I'm getting okay) - He always holds the door for you because he's a gentleman duh, but he also gets to look at that world shattering ass and those beautiful thighs of yours - This man loves you more than a southern granny loves her biscuits and gravy - Jack loves not having to look too far down to see, if he even has to look down at all TBH because let's be real here couples with a height difference especially a big height difference one of the poor love bugs always ends up with back problems - No lie he reminds me of Johnny from Hotel Transylvania like he'll try to be smooth with you, but you keep this man so flustered that sometimes he doesn't know what to do with hisself - Jack 100% loves to snuggle with you on the beach; He's sitting between your legs leaned up against you while you read your book - He loves to take you doggy style (he has Pierre to thank for the idea after that interview) - Always is pulling you into his lap during movies, make-out sessions because he loves having you straddle him

I have no true evidence to back up these theories, but going strictly off of vibes. I am convinced our bros would be down to date some plus size queens, especially some tall ones ;) Please feel free to leave feedback below!

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bradleybeachbabe · 1 year

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NSFW Alphabet

pairing: Phil Wenneck x Fem!Reader

warnings: 18+ themes, MINORS DNI

a/n: this is my first time writing anything that is related to smut, so please bare with me on this. also i’m currently obsessed with bradley copper as phil wenneck, so don’t be surprised if i post a whole bunch of fics of him. also a huge thank you to @startrekfangirl2233 for helping me beta read this!!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Phil is so good when it comes to aftercare. He’ll clean you up. Also If you need anything, he’ll go get it for you. You want snacks? Phil will go to the kitchen and get snacks. You want something to drink? Phil will go get it for you. You want him to draw a bath for you? He will. Or if you just want him to stay in bed and cuddle with you for the rest of the night. He definitely will.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite part of his body would probably have to be his abs. Whenever you two are both home, he’s walking around the house without a shirt. You’re looking at his abs, and he lost track of the number of times he has caught you just staring at them. When he does, he just smirks at you.

Phil loves all of you, but if he had to choose one, it would have to be your thighs. He loves to kiss them before he goes down on you. He loves to leave hickies on them, and he loves to lay his head down on them.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Once in a great while he’ll cum on your boobs or even on your stomach. But for the most part, he cums in you.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Phil enjoys being a sub. He loves when you take control though. He just lays there and relaxes. Sometimes he’ll have a smug grin on his face.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s experienced. He was a frat boy when he was in college. During those times, he was constantly hooking up with girls, so I’ll say that he knows what he’s doing.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Cowgirl. He loves watching your tits bounce. Plus, he loves to see you be the dominant one, and of course, we can’t forget that he loves being the submissive one, so that explains it all.

Missionary. He loves that he’s able to look at you. He loves that he can also just lean down and kiss you if he wants.

G - Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Goofy sex isn’t rare between the two of you. It happens more than you realize. Phil is always saying something about who knows what, or smiling about something. Honestly, he’s more serious in the moment if he gets upset about something, which doesn’t quite happen that often.

H - Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He keeps it pretty well groomed. He’s not completely bare down there.

I - Intimacy ( how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Phil is a romantic guy. He will plant kisses anywhere that he could reach. He will say sweet things to you during the moment too.

J - Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)

He rarely does it. You’re usually available for him for his needs. If not, then he’ll do it.

K - Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Phil has quite a few. Cokwarming, slight innocence kink, breeding kink, slight choking kink, marking, praise, and body worship.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Honestly anywhere. It could either be in your shared bedroom, in the backseat of his car, in the shower, in the hot tub, or either in the pool. It just all depends really.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You. You could be doing anything, or doing nothing. Or, better yet, just wearing any sort of clothing, and he’s instantly turned on.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He wouldn’t do anything that would hurt you. That’s the last thing he wants to do when you two are having sex.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Phil does love a good blowjob from you, but he prefers giving. Phil loves eating you out. If he could, he would do it for the entire day. He loves the noises you make when he does eat you.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It just depends on the day. If he had a stressful day, it’d be fast and rough. But on days when he isn’t stressed out about anything, then it’s more slow and more sensual. On days like that, Phil takes his time with you. He wants to cherish the moment between the two of you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Phil doesn’t mind them. You two will have one, once in a great while, especially if you are in a hurry to get somewhere or to do something. But most of the time, he wants to take his time with you and not have to worry about rushing.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Phil loves to experiment, especially when it comes to wanting to test out something new in the bedroom. Phil loves to take risks too. He loves the thrill he gets when he takes risks.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Phil goes until he can’t anymore. Once he can’t, he’s done. That’s it.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Phil doesn’t own any toys personally. But you do, you have a couple of toys. Once in a while, Phil will use your toys on you. He loves how you come undone when he uses them on you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Phil loves to tease you all the time. He loves the way you react when he’s teasing you, and even the pretty sounds you make when he does.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Phil is loud, and he has no shame in it. He’s either moaning, grunting, or whimpering. No matter what, he’s making some type of sound.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Phil has polaroid pictures of you in the lingerie sets that you or either he buys. Every single time you get a new set, Phil has you model them for him, so then he can take pictures of you with the polaroid camera that you own.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s about seven inches. He is more long than wide. Also, he knows how to use it.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive is pretty average. Going at least two or three rounds a week, Phil is totally satisfied. But if you are up to wanting to go more rounds throughout the week, he’s totally fine with it.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

No matter how tired Phil is, he will wait until you fall asleep. Once you are sleeping peacefully, then he falls asleep.

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thisismeracing · 7 months

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The phantom of miscommunication | LH44

― Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x black!plussize!reader (she/her) ― Word count: 1.8k ― Warnings: not proofread; suggestive content; angst with a happy ending; mentions of an argument. Minors DNI! ― Summary: Dating a professional athlete is hard, and it’s even harder when you are famous too, and your schedules just keep crashing. how will their love beat their insecurities? ― A/n: I took forever to finish this request, but I hope the waiting was worth it and I did the request justice 🤍.

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You often hear about loving someone being easy and natural, a fall that you would pray the other catch you from. Turns out, as Yn discovered with Lewis, it feels natural, and she’s sure he’ll be there to catch her if she falls, but easy? Love wasn’t that easy. Or life was hard with it.

That’s at least how it feels for her while she finishes getting ready for the last performance of her Broadway play. Alone. She’s ditching her favorite dress because it reminds her of Lewis and how he would look smug whenever she wore it because she would need his help to zip her up. Lewis loved being needed. Not in a selfish way, but in a way that meant he loved to be helpful to those he cherished. Loved to hear their joyful tones while they thanked him, or the warm arms around his body, and in her case, the cold lips against his.

Lewis loved loudly.

Maybe that’s why they ended up fighting that last week. Because if he loved being helpful and seeing others happy, how could he not cancel a meeting to watch her finish the play she spent months traveling around overseas?

Yn loved silently.

It was as if she liked to feel him slide beside her in bed at night, rather than hear the noise of the door closing, and knowing he would be there. The silence that led to the moment was deeply appreciated by her. And her love somehow worked similarly. She wouldn’t ask more than twice for something she wanted, something important, something someone who loves her should know. To her, it was enough her dad showed up, he didn’t need to tell her she did a great job, no words of affirmation or bouquet of flowers and gifts whatsoever. Just their presence. And that was what Yn was expecting from Lewis: his presence.

She felt a tear slide down her cheek and she quickly wiped it before grabbing her bag and keys and leaving her house, making her way to one of her favorite cafes. There was something so unique, it mundane on finishing her tour home. Just minutes away from the house she shared with Lewis. A quick walk to her favorite café. The view of a grey, yet very beautiful London being her company.

Yn goes about her day doing most things on the automatic mode. Sometimes, she would think about how she always dreamt of this day when she was just younger. Starting on Broadway as a black girl was a hard task, that, in her case, was two times harder because she was also a plus-size actress. Some of the producers would reduce her to her weight, her skin tone, or just about anything, but her talent. She had to prove herself over and over until she finally became a phenomenon in the country and then, years ahead, she started to have a significant international impact. That’s when she met Lewis. She had traced most of her career, she had a name, and so did he, and maybe that was the first thing that brought them closer: the fact that it seemed as if everyone was attentively watching over them not because they wanted to appreciate the work they put on, but because they needed them to do something wrong, anything wrong, just so this wrongdoing could be talked about more than the rights.

It was hard.

And having Lewis there to share this burden made it a bit lighter.

Having him there to love her, and recognize her more than anyone ever would, was heartwarming. Being someone else’s first pick felt amazing. And though the ups and downs of their careers existed, they always faced it together. Just like they shared their victories together too. That’s why it felt so wrong not having him on her Musical ending show. He shared the struggles of her waking up early, and going late to bed just so she could grab each emotion needed, and memorize all the lines. She was the leading actress. The main start. Yet, she missed having him be illuminated by her light.

Truth is, Yn felt sad without Lewis, not that her happiness depended on him showing up, but they had created those small traditions. He would always be on the final stops of her shows. She would always make it to his most expected races.

As the saying goes, a dream you dream by yourself is just a dream, but a shared one is a reality. It’s hard to create a reality while in a long-distance, or mostly long-distance, relationship. You gotta be ten times more attentive and understanding. So when Lewis told her he had to make it to an interview before preparing for his race weekend without even waiting for her response, it did not feel like an understanding relationship, he, for the first time, did not seem attentive. And that hurt.

“But, love, why can’t you reschedule your interview for Friday after free practice? Or maybe even Saturday after qualy?” Yn asked, a pout on her lips, while Lewis was finishing packing his suitcase.

He sighed, “You know very well the rush after those two, Yn.”

Fair enough, “Well, then do it online! That way you could do it right before my play, and then come to the Teather after. It’s not that far from our house, you sure can make it.” She was full of solutions, to a problem that felt like Lewis himself created.

When his eyes found hers, determination written all over it, he didn’t even have to open his lips and tell her an audible “no”, she already knew, so she tried to practice healthy communication. “Look, Lew, it’s just that this is our last stop and they were okay with it being in London when most of the time it happens somewhere in the USA. You know how this city is important to me, and this play, it’s just- I can’t help but feel like you’ve been lacking in terms of support lately.”

The British finally stopped packing, dropping his shirt inside the suitcase, and leaving with a quick glance towards Yn, mumbling how he didn’t want to fight.

“But I want you to fight with me. Fight for me!” She trailed behind him, stopping at the entrance of the kitchen.

“Well, the world doesn’t revolve around you, Yn!” he snapped, and before he could apologize or backtrack she nodded, leaving the room. Love should never feel forced. She shouldn’t have to ask for it.

The door slammed behind her as she made her way to the Teather to bury her head in work, sweat the hurt away, dance, and sing until the energy made her feel comfort.

“Yn?” one of her colleagues asked, snapping Yn out of her memories. “They’re calling us for one last rehearsal before the show.”

She nodded and glanced at her phone, hoping to see a message, either an apology or a good luck one, anything that showed that he remembered, but there was nothing. Her shoulders slumped lightly and she made her way to the stage, the audience still deserved the best ending show, she deserved the best ending show.

So that was exactly what happened: Yn shined along with the whole crew. They sang, danced, smiled, and even cried after the curtains opened to an outstanding ovation from the audience. That’s when Yn’s eyes found his, right on the front row, a bouquet of flowers on his seat, one of his shy grins, while he stood clapping the most beautiful performance he had ever seen Yn deliver.

Lewis was there.

Lewis wasn’t in an interview on the other side of the world.

He was standing there.

Smiling.

Clapping.

Proudly watching.

And when her lips quirked up slightly he nodded as if knowing they still had to talk, but for now, he took the right decision.

When the curtains closed again and Yn made the walk to her dressing room, she wasn’t surprised to find Lewis there, “hey,” she said, closing the door behind her and staying glued to the wooden.

“Hi, sweetheart,” Lewis started. “Look, I’m-”

“Can we save all the headaches and solutions for when we get home?” She suggested, still a bit breathless from the play. “That is if you’re coming home tonight. Or are you flying to do the interview late?”

There was a sad smile on Lewis's plush lips, “I’m home, with you.”

A breath of fresh air got into Lewis’ lungs when he noticed her shoulders relax with the news. She was relieved he would be home. She was happy to have him around. It wasn’t too late.

“And I agree on saving the deep talk to when we get home, but I want to say I’m sorry I made you feel like I didn’t support you or love you enough to reschedule and work my way around my things. You’re my treasure, love. And I’ve been lacking lately, I’ve been stressed, and with my head all over the place, but I’ll get better. I promise,” and a Hamilton promise would always come true. You could count on that.

Yn bit her lips, trying to hold back the tears, but they fell around her face like waterfalls just the same, and Lewis was in front of her in the blink of an eye, fingers brushing the wet splotches, lips kissing her delicate skin.

“I’m sorry, I am so so sorry,” he whispered painly.

“I was so terrified we were about to get on a dead-end road. That you would stop showing up for my plays, and-”

“Sweetheart, breathe,” he held her face between his soft palms and Yn tried to even her breath with his. “I’m here, I’m always going to be here. You have my endless support and undying love, you can count on that.” He was a runner, one of the fastest drivers on the grid, but he could never run away from her and what she made him feel. What he could do was beat the phantom of miscommunication to the finishing line, get there first, say he’s sorry before it’s too late, and work so that this ghost won’t ever bother their relationship again.

Yn nodded, gulping a bit more of air, and finally crashing her body on his in a tight hug. Lewis kissed her hair and found her lips with his, tasting their own tears and love. Yn mumbled how sorry she was for not being patient enough, and Lewis shook his head, kissing her again.

“I’m the sorry one, and I’m gonna make it up to it,” he explained.

Yn arched her brows, looking into his honey eyes, “I know just the way you can express how sorry you are,” she smirked, undoing the bow for her white dress and making it cascade around her ankles.

And Lewis did exactly that.

He whispered apologies and love promises in her ear, the sound of a symphony with her body banging against the door. That was their private play. Their favorite one.

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whiskey-bumblebee · 11 months

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something we can share

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner/Reader

Word Count: ~860

A/N: This one is specifically written for a plus size reader!!! It me :) Also please forgive any typos, I had acrylics put on yesterday and they are inhibiting my typing like you would not believe! Mentions of Hotch being physically smaller than reader, also extensive discussion of clothing related to size (but no specific numbers mentioned!!)

There's nothing like the sound of your sigh to put your partner on edge. The various intonations all mean different things: I'm hungry, I want to go home, I'm feeling down, please fuck me, I love you, and of course, frustration. This one, however, isn't one that Hotch has heard before.

He's paging through a book, brushing up on his understanding of sociopaths (a new study just came out), and he glances up at you for further cues. You set down the book that you've been reading and change your position slightly, swinging your legs into Hotch's lap as you sit together in your reading nook slash sunroom, beside the kitchen. He runs his hands over your legs, giving your feet a gentle rub.

"You know how teenagers wear each others' clothes when they're dating?"

"Sure."

"Is that awful? Possessive?"

"Well," He says, setting down his own book, realizing this conversation will be more than a few words. "Not really. It's common practice, as far as I know. Why?"

"I'd love to wear your clothes," You explain. "And you know why I don't, right?"

"No," He says, thoughtfully. "I just figured it wasn't your thing."

"I don't think they'd fit me," You say lightly. "I love your body, and I love my body, but they're not at all the same," You smile.

He's cautious here, knowing that a misstep, any misstep, might be more harmful than he knows, so he nods slowly and allows you to continue.

"What if we bought a quarter zip that we can both wear? Something we can share? And then when I miss you, I can wear it, and when you miss me, you can wear it."

"I think that's a great idea," He says, still running his hands over your calves. "I'm sorry I didn't think of it before. Has it made you feel... Left out?"

You shrug. "I feel like we see it in movies a lot, that the girl just slips into his button up and it's oversized, and sexy, and that's not... It doesn't feel real to me. Like, what about the boobs? They're just magically going to fit in a men's work shirt? The two of them are just perfectly almost the same size?"

Hotch nods, and motions for you to come closer and sit on his lap. You do so, sitting on his lap and running your hands through his short hair.

"I love your body. I'm glad it doesn't look like mine," He laughs. "I find your body... soft. And sexy. Every time I look at you, I feel lucky. And every other time I look at you," He drops his voice lower, "I'm thinking about touching every inch of you."

A shiver runs down your spine, and Hotch takes a short inhale as the sensation makes you squirm on top of him.

"I feel like it's one way that people can see me as yours," You murmur as he kisses your neck. "And wouldn't it turn you on to see me wearing something of yours?"

He hums against your skin. "I think if you had anything else going for you in that department, I'd never let you leave the bedroom."

"So that's a yes," You laugh lightly, gently urging his head away from your neck.

"There are other ways I can make sure people know you're mine," He grins, slipping his cold hands under your shirt.

You sigh happily under his touch. "So we can go buy one tomorrow?"

He nods. "And if you want, I can wear it while I-"

Your laugh cuts him off. "Okay, cowboy. Hold your horses."

________

Within days, you think it's the greatest purchase you've ever made as a couple. It's a size or two too big for you, so you can have that oversized comfy feeling, and it's even bigger on Hotch. He's started wearing it around the house with only briefs underneath, since it covers him to his upper thigh, and you're more than happy to take in the sight of your man's legs more often than you normally could.

It smells like the perfect combination of both of you: fresh and sweet, heady and unique. Hotch has a twinge of pride every time he sees you in it, that warm possessive feeling, and you love burrowing your nose into the collar when he's away on long cases. He even wears it into the office once or twice on really cold mornings, slipping it on over his suit to stay warm while he walks from the car park to the elevator.

Emily is about to question him about the odd fit when Penelope lights up with glee. "It's her sweater! He's wearing her sweater!"

And while Aaron may blush a little, having forgotten that he was even wearing it, he's not at all embarrassed to correct her. "It's our sweater."

He tugs it off, over his head, and he looks as crisp and professional in his suit as ever. Back to being the stern, stoic boss. At least until he walks into his office and presses the fleece to his nose, unable to hold back a smile at the soft smell of you in the fabric.

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sillyunknownkitkat · 5 months

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hiii! can you please do a top!leon x bottom!plus sized fem reader? like him worshipping and praising her body before they do the deed 😮‍💨

thank you!! xoxo

Hi! I'm so sorry to answer this request so late. I hope you like it. I tried my best, but it's my first time writing smutt

Leon S. Kennedy x plus size!fem! Reader Nsfw

The actual "deed" is between the blue hearts dividers ;) feel free to skip it if you want to

Leon and you have been dating for a couple of months now. You guys have done the deed a couple of times by now. You'd think he would be a more "casual," but the man still treats you like the goddess you are EVERY.SINGLE.TIME

And of course, since he's not a pornstar, he actually gives you foreplay. And today wasn't an exception.

Like every day, you did a bit of work around the house, worked a bit, enjoyed a show or a book...

And now you're making butternut pastas for dinner/supper ( the inspo ).

Everything was going great. The dish looked and smelled heavenly, music playing in the background for you to sway your hips to, rain playing in the background, making a cosy atmosphere,... But better of all, while you were stirring your sauce so it didn't burn, you heard the door of your apartment open.

"Sweatheart, I'm home!" Leon says, all while getting off shoes and jacket off. He smells the air for a bit before walking up to you in the kitchen. You strutt quickly over him and give him a hug before pressing tons of little pecks on his neck.

"Hey there, what are you cooking? It smells amazing." He asks while looking at your pot and trying to figure out what's in there.

"It's a butternut sauce that'll go with pastas! Also, would you like me to cook you some meat with it? I forgot that it didn't have any proteins in it." You ask while looking up at him and then waiting for him to reply.

"Actually, there's something else that I'd love to eat right now." He mumbles against your neck before gently nibbling the skin there. You let out a small pleased sigh before looking up again at his face.

"What about the food?" You ask with a small pout. After all, you did work really hard to make him good food.

"Food can wait, but myself? I'm quite in need of your loving right now ___." He says before bringing you closer to him, turning the stove off and moving your pot onto your marble counter.

"Come on baby, don't you want to help me?" He insists a bit.

You let out a little huff before agreeing with him. After all, who were you to deny such a request? Especially from him.

So now you have the small of your back pressed around the counter while Leon leaves little love bites on your neck. You let out small moans before lightly grabbing at his growing boner. He lets out a pleased grunt, and his hands wait at the hem of your shirt for you to confirm that he can take it off. You grab his hand with your unoccupied one and move them up to tell him that you were indeed okay with him doing that. So your shirt comes off, and Leon is just looking at you with a mixed love-lust expression.

"I've seen your body many times, and yet I'm still amazed by its beauty." He lets out without even thinking about it. You blush a little, turn your head, and look away, feeling a bit shy from such a declaration, but Leon instantly grabs your shin and gently turns your head back to face him.

"Eyes on me, please." He commands in a soft tone. Leon isn't a hard dom. He's here for your pleasure, and god knows how much getting out of your shell is a turn-on for the both of you.

You obey like the good girl you are. You guys make out, his tongue being the dominant one, but yours still trying to dominate. He backs off a little so you both can catch your breaths. After a few seconds, he gets down on his knees before you, kissing your soft stomach and lightly gripping your hips, all while maintaining eye contact with you.

"Fuuuck~ You're so fucking perfect, you can't even imagine.." He says, breath caught in his throat because of how beautiful he finds you. He grips the aim of your pants and waits for you to confirm once again that you're okay. You nod your head, and as soon as you do, he helps you out of your pants.

He then kisses your tights, tracing your stretch marks with his finger before they get closer and closer to your still clothed pussy. You start to get really needy and grab his hand to get him back up again.

Once he's up you whisper "How did I get so lucky? You're the best I've ever had and probably ever will."

He kisses you with a big smile before saying, "Well sadly I couldn't be your first but hopefully I'll be your last baby." You almost tear up because of the cuteness of this genuine confession. Leon hands trace to small patch of hickeys and bites he made earlier before they lower and start massaging your breasts. He does that for a little while before he starts pushing his hips against yours. You both moan at the feeling. He lets out a little chuckle at his own reaction to such a small action before asking you, "Would you like me to eat you out before continuing ooooor?".

"Not right now no, I really need you Leon~" You moan out as he ruts against you, rubbing you clit unintentionally.

He smiles before getting his shirt and pants off. He grabs you ass so that you can jump to sit on the counter.

He grabs the hem of your underwear, and you lift your hips to make it easier for him to take them off. Once he's done, his hands go to your back and unbuckle the strap of your bra. You let out a small hum at the freeing feeling. Your chest bounced a bit once freed from its barrier. Leon almost drools at the sight. He presses his index and middle finger against your mouth for you to wet them. So you do. You even put on a little show, looking at him seductively and bobbing your head like you would do on his cock. He grabs his hard-on with his other hand and squeezes it. He groans and remove his fingers from your mouth to rub them against you pussy lips and spreading them so he can insert them afterwards. When you feel them in, you let out a moan and close your eyes before remembering that he wanted them on him, so you open them back up obediently. He fingers you for a bit before taking his boxers off and rubbing his tip against your hole.

He teases you by slowly pushing in the tiniest bit of his member before pulling out. He keeps doing that before you start whining, "Leeeeeon~," you kick your feet a bit like a child throwing a tantrum, which makes him chuckle.

"What's the matter, sweetheart?" Great. He also teases you verbally now.

"Nghhhh~ I need you in!!" You were starting to get impatient. How could he make you so horny just to deny you in the last moment?

"But I'm in. Look down sweet cheeks," he says while grabbing the soft of your hips.

"Noooo~!! I need you all in, need your cock deep inside of me!," and that's all he needed to hear before getting fully in and starting to actually fuck you.

"Fucking he'll, you're so tight on me. You really like this, don't you? " You whine and moan, and he grunts before continuing, "That's okay, baby, I fuck-~ I love it too. I love you, love your body, and love your pussy~"

You both keep going before you start to get close. Seeing that, Leon makes sure to keep the same pace that is making you close and rubs your clit with his thumb.

"Aaah~ fuck, I'm gonna-" and before you could even finish, your legs shake and you cum on his cock.

He moans out at the way you tighten against him while cumming, "fuuuuck~ gripping me so tight!"

He keeps fucking into you until he cums with the most beautiful chocked out moan that you'd ever hear.

After you both catch your breaths, foreheads against eatchothers, he wipes his cum off of you with his shirt, making you whine since your now sensitive, and helps you back in your undies and the shirt you wore before. He puts his boxer's back on and kiss your cheek before getting all of the dirty unused laundry in your laundry basket in the bathroom.

You smile, kinda in a silly fucked out way, and wipe your counter before getting back to cooking so the both of you can actually eat.

Once you both have eaten, you cuddle on the couch and watch a random show on the tv, just happy being together ❤️

Voilà! Hope it's was okay. I just find the "deed" part a bit rushed and awkward, but it's not that I'm uncomfortable writing it's just that I'm not used to writing this :)

Have a good day/night, and be safe, cuties!

#new writing blog #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x reader #leon smut #leon kennedy smut #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy #resident evil x reader #resident evil

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pensat-i-fet · 11 months

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Attention seekers (Pedri x Reader)

**I got this request and my writer’s block suddenly disappeared. Funny that, right? 👀🤷 Anyways, the story is set in lockdown-ish times but that isn’t the plot but what kickstarts the plot. Hope you guys enjoy it!! ❤️❤️ **

Word count: 3115

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“So it’s cancelled? Yeah, I get it. Hopefully, you won’t feel too bad. See you soon”.

You hung up the phone feeling so annoyed by the change of plans. After all the months of lockdown, it was possible to travel again and you had planned a trip with your uni friends. But now one of them tested positive and both she and all the others had to stay home. You didn’t see them since your exams were done, so you knew you were fine but…what were you going to do for your holidays now? Your family was going on a cruise with some friends of the family and you couldn’t think of a more boring plan.

“What’s wrong, princess? You look sad”, said your dad when he saw you sitting down, phone still in your hand.

“My holidays have been cancelled because all my friends have to quarantine. I guess I’ll stay here. There are worse places to be”.

“Come with us. There’s room for one more”.

“I don’t like cruises, dad. Besides, you’re travelling with people I don’t even know”.

“Nonsense”, he said, and you could tell he was not going to change his mind. “You know them. We used to be with them all the time”.

“Yes, when I was a baby. I don’t remember any of it”.

“Well, they are great so why don’t you come with us to Barcelona to see them and then if you don’t want to go on the cruise, you can come back here and be all alone. But give it a try”.

“Ok”, you said, rolling your eyes. It wasn't as if you had better plans.

A lot of the stricter restrictions had been lifted, but you still needed to quarantine before travelling abroad. So the families’ plan was to stay at the house of one of the kids in Barcelona since that’s where the cruise will be leaving from. It was apparently big enough for all of you because he was a rich football player now. You couldn’t care less about those things.

“I can’t believe you don’t remember Pedri”, said your mum.

“I do”, laughed your sister.

“Well, you’re older…”.

“Yes, and I also remember because you two were so funny together. You were either throwing things at him or trying to kiss him”.

“Don’t say that in front of him”, you told her but her smirk told you she was going to tell him the moment she could bring it up.

“I’m sure you’ll get on well, honey. He’s a great kid and so is his brother”.

You nodded at your dad’s words, already bored of hearing so much about Perfect Pedri. It was going to be a long trip for sure.

When you got to his house you couldn’t lie and pretend you weren’t impressed. He really was doing well. And also, a big house meant it was easier to avoid people you didn’t want to see so it worked for you.

After all the greetings and all the “oh my God! I can’t believe how tall and pretty you are!” comments, you excused yourself to your room. People never realised how shy you actually were and being surrounded by strangers, even if they weren’t completely strangers, wasn’t so easy for you. Plus the heartbreak of missing out on your dream holidays with your friends was still too recent.

After a little nap, you decided to head to the kitchen to ask when dinner was going to be ready and if they needed any help. But the moment you left the room, you bumped into a body and your phone fell to the floor.

“Sorry”, said Pedri, reaching for your phone and taking a quick look at the screen before giving it back to you. “Carlos? Is that your boyfriend?”

“No. Give that back”.

“Sure. I was sent to tell you dinner will be ready soon”.

“Ok, thanks”.

You tried to move but he got in your way. What was his problem?

“I remember you”.

“I don’t remember you”, you said back, trying to walk again but he was still blocking the way.

“Our parents got the photo album out. You would like to see some of the photos. There are a lot of just you and me. It looked like we were good friends and seeing them made me remind you”.

“Great! I guess my sister already told you about me hitting and kissing you. Glad I wasn’t there to be embarrassed”.

“Kissing me?”

Crap.

“Let’s go eat”.

You managed to leave that uncomfortable conversation and made your way downstairs, trying to remember the way to the kitchen. The last thing you needed was to get lost.

“You were nicer in my memories”.

Being stuck at home was a familiar feeling for everyone now but when it was someone else's house…

"We could go read in the garden", offered your sister.

"Sure, let me pick up my Kindle".

Everyone else was also in the garden, of course. You walked past Pedri and Fer and saw they were playing football.

"Doesn't he get bored of kicking a ball all the time?", you asked your sister but it was Pedri who answered.

"No, I don't. Do you want to play with us?"

You looked away, shaking your head and heading to the chairs where you could do some reading.

"It's like a reversal of what used to happen", said Fer, laughing at his brother's expression.

"What do you mean?"

"As kids. She was always following you around and trying to get your attention. Now it's you doing that".

"I'm not doing anything. Just trying to make her feel welcome".

"I saw your face when she got here yesterday. You didn't believe me when I told you how pretty she was…but now you do and want some of her attention".

"Whatever. Besides, she has a boyfriend".

"She does? Her parents said she didn't".

Pedri thought about the messages he saw on your phone when he picked it up. Whoever Carlos was, he was definitely flirting with you and you were flirting back. So boyfriend or not, you had your eyes on someone.

"I thought we were going to read".

"Huh?"

"You're glued to your phone. Who are you talking with?"

"No one", you said. Because you weren't, really. You were just checking if Carlos had answered any of your messages but he hadn't.

He had tested negative and you offered to go back to Castellón to be with him but ever since you said that…silence.

"Is it Carlos?"

"Just leave it! Stop getting in my business!"

You didn't want to raise your voice but your sister was always trying to get you to talk about everything. And you didn't like that. The more people tried to pry into your life, the less you wanted to share any details with anyone. Why couldn't they understand you would talk when you felt comfortable?

When you got to the kitchen, you bumped into Pedri again.

"Are you following me or something?"

"What? I was getting an ice cream from the kitchen. Do you want one? It's getting really hot".

You shook your head, walking into the kitchen when you noticed him grabbing your arm to stop you.

"You don't have to run away from me. I don't bite".

"I guess you are used to the fangirls following you everywhere but I'm not doing anything because of you. I just want to be alone".

Pedri was getting annoyed by the way you treated him.

"Have you seen my sister?"

"Yes, she went inside after letting me know again how much she dislikes me".

"Why would she dislike you?", asked your sister, surprised he was saying that.

"She barely looks at me when I speak to her, always being so…I don't know, arrogant and cold".

"Don't take it personally. She's really shy and struggles with new people".

Pedri nodded. He guessed that made sense.

"And…she wasn't supposed to be here. She was going on a trip with her friends but one is sick and the rest are quarantining. And the guy she likes is a dick".

That caught his attention. "Is he?"

"Yes. He's always leading her on and then stops talking to her for weeks. Until he's bored again and wants some attention. But if I try to tell her she gets mad at me. Like she's right now. And also, she had a bad experience with a football player".

"When? What happened?"

Your sister laughed again, remembering how mad you had been. "She's studying to be a journalist in Castellón and got to do an interview with a Villarreal player for an assignment. He was…well, asshole doesn't begin to cover how he was. So her opinion of you guys is a bit tainted".

Pedri nodded, noticing his ice cream was starting to melt and used that as an excuse to go back to the garden.

He didn't expect you to be so complex. Thinking you were just being bitchy to him for no reason was easier but now he was intrigued. And not just because you were pretty like his brother said.

[You]: do you know if you're going back to Castellón or not yet?

You didn't expect an answer from Carlos, seeing the last 5 texts in the conversation all came from you and he had left you on read all 5 times.

[Carlos]: can you Facetime?

[You]: yes!!

You ran to the bathroom quickly to check how you looked before running back to the bed to answer his call.

"Hey! How are you?"

"Been busy. You?"

"Bored", you laughed. "Can you save me from going on this boring cruise, please?"

Carlos didn't have time to say more before you heard a knock on your door.

"What?"

"We are going shopping", said Pedri. "Do you need anything from the supermarket?"

"I don't know. I'm busy now …".

"We are leaving now. Don't complain later about us getting the wrong milk or whatever".

"Who's that?", asked Carlos.

"The guy who owns this house, he…", another knock. "Pedri! I'm on the phone. Leave me alone!"

"Pedri? Like the Barça player".

"Not like", you said, rolling your eyes. "The Barça player".

Carlos' face annoyed you. He was looking at the screen as if you were stupid.

"Sure. You know famous players and stay in their houses. Right".

You got up and walked to the door, opening it and finding Pedri there, waiting.

"Look", you said, pointing the camera at him.

"Who's that?", tried to ask Pedri before Carlos lost it.

"Oh my God! It's really you. I'm a big fan, man. Can you sign a shirt for me?"

He guessed that was Carlos and between what your sister told him and the way he heard him talk to you, he was already bored of seeing his stupid face.

"I don't have any shirts here. Sorry", he said, tone dry.

"I could send one. Or I can go visit you guys in Barcelona if you are friends".

Pedri's response was to move your phone away from his face and look at your surprised face.

"Do you want something or not? We can't be here all day waiting for you to be done talking to your boyfriend".

"He's not my boyfriend".

"Good. You deserve better", he said, loud enough for Carlos to hear.

When he left, you closed the door and went back to your bed.

"Well, he's a dick".

"I have to go, Carlos".

"Are you coming to Castellón then? I'm bored. No one is here".

Yes. You deserved better.

"No. I'll stay with my family".

You picked up your mask and ran downstairs, hoping they hadn't left yet.

"Can I go with you?", you asked Pedri and his mum, who were on their way out.

"If you want to go, I'll stay. I'm really tired", said his mum, leaving you two alone.

"Are you driving?"

He nodded and you followed him to his car.

"I'm sorry about Carlos. He's…well, he …".

"He's an asshole".

"Yeah", you said, looking away.

"I'm sure you can do better than someone like him".

"You're more optimistic than me, then", you said, laughing sadly.

"Why do you say that?"

"The last months have been tough".

"You could say", he said, making you laugh.

"I mean, apart from that. I'm shy and meeting new people drains my energy. So going to a new uni, and meeting new people, …it was hard enough before lockdowns and all that. And I guess I've been guilty of just settling for the first person who is nice to me a few times".

"It can happen to anyone".

You looked at him and saw no judgment in his face.

"How was it for you? Moving to Barcelona, I mean. Leaving your teammates to meet new ones. I guess it's a bit similar to changing schools".

"It was hard at the beginning. I can be shy too but it's better now. The squad is really nice. I got lucky".

"That's good to hear".

You kept driving to the supermarket in silence but thankfully it was a short drive.

"I have a list", said Pedri showing you his phone, "but get whatever you want".

It was your first time shopping there so you just followed him and kept putting things you liked in the trolley. Then you noticed him moving and hiding behind you.

"What? Did you see an ex or something?", you asked, trying not to laugh.

"Worse, a group of kids with Barça shirts. I don't mind them asking for photos but you are here too".

"I don't mind either…".

"They'll say I was with my girlfriend if they see us together".

"Oh…right. Keep hiding then".

You couldn't help but laugh seeing him scan the aisles before walking.

"Pe…", you started to say his name but were freaked out like him, so you grabbed his arm instead. "Sorry for being so rude to you. I…it's no excuse but I don't know how to interact with people sometimes and get all snappy".

"It's ok. Your sister told me".

She did?

"I'm sorry anyway".

You couldn't see his mouth because of the mask, but the way his eyes wrinkled told you he was smiling and that made you smile back.

Maybe the holidays weren't going to be that bad.

The days after your trip to the supermarket were pretty uneventful. You still had to stay home and spent most of the time in the garden but the tension you felt staying at Pedri's surrounded by people you didn't know disappeared. Your parents were happy to see you were being more confident and just the normal you they knew and loved.

"Now that we have sunscreen there is no excuse. We're working on our tan, little sis".

Yeah, well…that was an excuse because you didn't want to wear a tiny bikini in front of everyone. The beach was one thing but the garden? It felt weird. But only to you because everyone else had been just wearing swimwear all day. Everyone but you.

"I don't know…".

"The green one", she said, ignoring you while she looked into your suitcase. "It looks so good on you".

Tired of the comments about how you were boiling under the clothes, you took the bikini from her hands and put it on.

You wrapped a towel around your body and followed your sister to the garden. Pedri and Fer were in the kitchen making some drinks for everyone. You put the towel on the grass while they were carrying the trays out and if it wasn't for Pedri's dad's good reflexes, the tray his youngest son was holding would have ended up on the floor.

"Careful!"

"Sorry", he said, looking away from where you stood, applying sun cream to your body.

Fer noticed the reason for the near accident and chuckled.

"Ask her if she needs help applying cream on her back".

"Shut up".

But no matter how much he pretended to not be affected by your presence, everyone noticed. And after many whispers that confused you, they managed to find a way to leave you two alone in the garden.

"And then there were two", you joked.

"Yeah", now it was his turn to act shy.

"Am I going to have to throw things at you like when I was a kid? To get your attention?"

"I'd prefer if you tried to kiss me again”, he muttered.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing. I'm just distracted, I guess".

"I think I get now why people get annoyed when I don't look at them while I speak. It's pretty unnerving when you do it".

He took a deep breath and turned to look at you.

"It's hard to look at you right now".

"Am I that ugly? Really?", you joked but he didn't laugh.

He shook his head and you noticed him looking at you. Really looking at you. His eyes going from your head to your toes and then back to your head again.

"I don't want to make you uncomfortable when you notice you're almost making me drool".

"Am I?"

Now he nodded, looking at your face to try and see your reaction.

"I'm not uncomfortable. You can keep looking".

He nodded again. "You can look too".

That made you laugh. "I've been looking for a couple of days. Keep working on the gym. The results aren't half bad".

After your little confession, Pedri put a towel next to yours to lie down. And you both talked about the most random things. Just entertaining each other. His company felt nice. Way nicer than Carlos' ever felt and that only showed you how much you were wasting your time trying to impress him.

"Dinner is almost ready, kids", said your mum. "Why don't you get ready? We're watching a movie afterwards if you want to join us".

Pedri got up and offered you a hand to do the same, which you took. Wrapping your towel around your body again, you followed him inside the house.

It was back to walking in silence until you got to your room.

"See you in a bit", he said when you opened the door. But instead of getting inside and closing it, you grabbed his arm to pull him inside with you. "What …".

"I wanted your attention so I thought, should I throw something at him again? But then I realized it would be rude to do that in your own house and I'm rambling again because being shy sucks".

He was biting his lip, trying not to laugh.

"So anyways, I'll do this instead", you finished saying before kissing him.

"I don't think you have my full attention, sorry. Maybe try again?"

#pedri #pedri gonzalez #pedri imagine #pedri one shot #pedri fluff #pedri angst #footballer imagine #footballer one shot #footballer fluff #footballer angst

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dragonmama76 · 8 months

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Where We Fell In Love Matters

Written for @thefreakandthehair 's Summer Spicy Six Fanworks Challenge, my prompt was "rocking chair." Length: 3.5k, Rating: T

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Now 2023

“Ooof” Eddie puffed out as he lowered himself to the porch rocker. Glancing over at the other chair he stretched out his legs and started rocking. “Sorry, I’m late, Stevie. Your grandchildren are running me ragged. But I’ve got them set up with a movie and popcorn and I think they’ll stay put for now. I remember the kids used to be a handful, no rose colored glasses here, but this generation is something else entirely.” Feeling familiar eyes on him he continues smirking, “They are a bunch of nosy, mischievous brats who never do what they are told….”

“Grandpa Eddie!!” a small voice cries out, “Thas not true! I’m notta cheevius brat! I’m your little man! You SAID!”

“So I did, little man. And seeing that I just set you up with a very cool movie, what may I ask what you are doing out here?”

“Auntie Robbie said not to come out ‘cause this was your special time with Grandpa Steve, but I wanted to come out to have special time with Grandpa Steve too! So I sneaked”

“Oh you did, did you?” Eddie sighed and rolled his eyes in the direction of Steve’s rocking chair, but gathered the curly haired monster up into his lap and started them rocking. “Well, I suppose I could share just this once. I was just telling Grandpa Steve how much fun we had today.”

The little body settled into the warm lap and snuggled his head to Eddie’s chest. “Mmmmm…we went mini golping! And you won and you didn’t let ME win.”

“Golfing, yes. And I don’t let anyone win. I’m the best at mini golf and no one can beat me.” Eddie grinned into his curls.

“Daddy says you never let him win either when he was little like me, but he says now if he wanted to he could beat you good.” Eddie laughed out loud. “Maybe he could and maybe he couldn’t, but I didn’t see him out there trying.”

“How come you and Grandpa Steve have special time every night?”

Eddie paused and looked at the boy. It seemed like he was here to stay, so he began, “Have you ever heard the story of how your grandpa and I fell in love? It started with a couple of rocking chairs….”

Then 1986

Steve was bound and determined to get Eddie up and outside. The man had been staying with him for a few days after the hospital fast tracked his discharge. The professionals reasoned he was awake, eating and drinking normally, could walk at least a few steps on his own, and (the real reason, Steve supposed) Eddie made the staff uncomfortable being a murder suspect and all. The sooner he was out, the happier they would be. That was all well and good, but the apartment Wayne had found for them was up on the second floor and there was no way Eddie could navigate the stairs yet. Steve was in Eddie’s hospital room visiting when all this went down and shocked even himself when he insisted Eddie come home with him. He was still waiting on Family Video to reopen so he had the time, his government payout had just come through, so money wasn’t an issue, and his parents were out of town indefinitely so he had the space. Plus, his house had more than one guest bedroom including one on the first floor. Steve made his case and all parties readily agreed to his idea.

It wasn’t exactly what he expected. Eddie was not a great patient. When his pain levels were low he was great company and Steve was enjoying getting to know him without the oppressive weight of the upside down hanging over them. They talked about music and movies and the kids and while their opinions didn’t always line up, they both enjoyed bickering like two little old ladies. But Steve could always tell when the pain was bad because Eddie would shut down and refuse to leave his bed. He wanted to respect Eddie’s boundaries as a guest in his home, but he also felt a keen responsibility for his well being. Fresh air was what Eddie needed, so fresh air would be what Steve would provide.

“C’mon Eddie!” Steve was using his most persuasive tone in order to cajole the man into taking a few steps out onto the front porch where a double rocker packed with pillows and blankets waited for them. It was just past sunset and the sky was still pink and creamy. The street was quiet and the air was starting to cool down from the thick heat of the day.

“Now listen, Eds, we’re going to sit out here for one hour every day and relax and get some fresh air. If you want I can read to you while we’re out here or we can just talk or whatever, but you’ve got to get some exposure to the outside. Hardly anyone ever drives by so you don’t need to worry about being seen and even in the unlikely event someone does see you and says something, I’ll be right here to protect you.”

“Fine,” Eddie groaned and then brightened, “And I can smoke?”

“Not a chance, man. You quit in the hospital so no reason to start back up now. If you’re good when we go back in I’ll make your favorite dinner.”

“Mac and Cheese and hotdogs?” Steve knew Eddie needed more fruits and vegetables in his diet, but he was dealing with a man who had the palate of a stubborn six year old so they were working up to more healthy stuff. It wouldn’t hurt to skip the veggies this once.

“Yup. Now you get settled in all comfortable so we can enjoy our hour. Do you want me to grab your book?”

Resigned to his fate, Eddie arranged the pillows so they would support his back and sides and tentatively leaned back. “Yeah, okay, this is okay I guess. No book, we can just rock and talk.”

Smirking, Steve carefully dropped down next to him so as not to jostle the pillows and gently set them on a back and forth motion. Eddie closed his eyes and sighed with pleasure and Steve couldn’t resist glancing over to appreciate just how pretty he was when he was relaxed like this. It wasn’t particularly concerning to him that he thought of Eddie that way. Steve had known for years that he found both men and women attractive, but growing up in Hawkins he had learned early on to keep those kinds of feelings to himself. Even when his platonic soulmate, Robin, had confessed her affinity for the fairer sex, Steve had kept his secrets. He knew she would encourage him, but he wasn’t ready for that kind of push. Although, the more time he spent with Eddie the more he wondered if a push wasn’t exactly what he needed.

Steve relaxed back into his place next to Eddie and couldn’t help letting loose a small sigh of pleasure when Eddie leaned into him. His heart felt like it might beat out of his chest, but he willed his breath to slow so as not to startle the injured man. They rocked together slowly and allowed the fresh air to wash over them like a gentle calming wave soothing their hurts and calming their souls.

It worked so well that Eddie allowed Steve to bully him out to the rocking chair every evening to watch the sun set. His healing wasn’t linear, sometimes he walked and sometimes Steve had to pick him up and carry him out. But without fail their bodies fell together in comfort and somewhere along the way, hands reached out to clasp and there were soft hesitant touches. They never spoke of it inside the house. Each night they came in feeling shy and a bit wary of the other as they fled to separate rooms until it felt normal to be together again, laughing and teasing and bickering.

Eventually Eddie recovered enough to move back home with Uncle Wayne. Steve was happy he was doing so well, but if he was being honest with himself, he was sorry to see him go. It was selfish, but his feelings for Eddie had only grown and having him around made Steve feel like maybe he could keep him all to himself forever. Not that he had confessed any of that to Eddie. Especially when he didn’t know if his feelings would be returned. So instead he helped pack Eddie’s things in the morning and drove him to the apartment Wayne had set up for them. They lingered at the door neither wanting to be the one to say goodbye until Wayne yelled at them for letting the bugs in. Steve managed to croak out, “Well, don’t be a stranger.” And Eddie looked at his feet and managed a, “Yeah, you too,” and shut the door.

That first afternoon without Eddie around felt so heavy. Steve felt inexplicably restless and spent the day washing the guest room sheets and cleaning the bathrooms trying to keep busy. It still wasn’t enough to fill the emptiness inside and out but he pressed on. When the sun began to set, Steve found himself almost unconsciously grabbing a pillow and throw blanket. When he opened the door, to his surprise Eddie was headed up the porch stairs and as Steve’s heart fluttered, Eddie settled himself in the rocking chair with a shy smile. “I’m not late, am I? I didn’t want to miss our rocker time.”

“Is that what we’re calling it now?” Steve grinned as he slid into the chair next to Eddie. They rocked in unison in the quiet afternoon, hearts lighter as they leaned towards each other exchanging stories of how they had spent their first day apart.

When the hour was up, Eddie reluctantly stood and stretched. “I’ll head out, I guess.”

Steve found himself trying to stall, “I’m making dinner, did you want to come in -”

“I promised Uncle Wayne I’d be back for our first dinner in the new place.”

“Of course, sorry. Tell him I said hi. I’m so glad you both have your own space back and everything,” Steve mumbled looking everywhere but at Eddie.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Eddie reached out and gently cradled the side of Steve’s face, “It’s okay. I’ll - I mean if it’s okay…I’ll be back tomorrow? For rocker time?”

“Yeah?” Steve breathed out. “I mean, if you want. I’ll be here.”

“Me too, baby. It’s the best part of my day.” and with that Eddie gave Steve’s shoulder a quick squeeze and bounded down the stairs to his van.

Steve watched him go and when he turned the corner he bolted back in the house and dialed Robin. When she picked up the phone with a quick, “Hello?” Steve took a breath and confessed, “I’m having a bathroom emergency.” Robin snorted and snarked, “I’m not really up to hearing about your digestive issues.” Steve felt like screaming, “Not that kind of bathroom emergency, I mean OUR kind of bathroom emergency.” Ever since they had been brought together by Russians and truth serum, their deepest confessions had been whispered or sometimes shouted in the comforting privacy of a bathroom, whether in one of their houses or the employee bathroom at Family Video. “Oh, shit!” Robin stammered, “Okay, your place or mine?” “Mine if you can get a ride, yours if you can’t.” “Uh…I can get a ride.” Robin replied in a strangely vague way, but Steve couldn’t be bothered to work out her deal as he was too far gone in his own. They hung up and Steve sunk to the floor.

When Robin knocked and Steve opened the door he glanced out to see Nancy, Steve filed that info away for later, pulling out of the driveway. He wasn’t sure what that was about, but today was about him. Without speaking he pulled Robin into the downstairs bathroom and fully sat in the tub. Robin perched on the side and waited calmly for Steve to speak. If it was a red alert kind of emergency, she knew he would have just said so, so she could afford to be patient. They were safe in the bathroom now and it would come out eventually.

“Uhhhh….” Steve began. “Ever since we came out of the Upside Down I’ve sort of been dealing with developing feelings for someone.”

“I know.” said Robin and to Steve she sounded…sad?

“You do?” he looked up, a little alarmed at being so obvious and so oblivious at the same time. “I mean I barely knew it myself until today.”

“Really?” Robin asked incredulously, “It’s only natural that fighting Vecna together would bring it all back…”

“Back?” Steve wasn’t sure what was happening, “I barely knew Eddie before everything happened.”

“Eddie??” Robin shrieked.

“Who did you think I was talking about? He’s been living in my house! I haven’t even really seen anyone else for weeks.”

“Nancy! Obviously!” Robin shouted.

“How is that obvious? Nancy is old news. I mean, I’ll always love her but not like love her, love her. That’s over and done.” Steve shook his head. “You know what she did to me. I forgave her but I would never set myself up like that again.”

“Okay….okay. I just need to reorient myself. I thought we were going to have a very different bathroom conversation. Eddie? EDDIE? I thought you liked boobies.”

“I do. But I also like not boobies. Bisexuality is a real thing you know.”

“Is it?” Robin asked hopefully.

“Of course it is. Look at Bowie. It’s why I keep saying you have a chance with Vickie.” Steve felt like Robin’s reaction to his coming out was not exactly what he had been hoping for, but he also didn’t know what he wanted from her. Recognition? Excitement? A medal? He saw a flicker of something across her face and then it was gone.

“So you’re definitely not still pining for Nancy?”

“No! Why are we still talking about Nancy? This is my big bathroom confession and I feel like maybe you are focussing on the wrong things?”

Robin schooled her face and got with the program. Placing her hands on Steve’s cheeks she smooshed them together. “Look at you! My sweet bisexual baby is having a crush.”

This was more of what Steve had expected and he huffed out a laugh. “Might be more than a crush, Robs.” Steve blushed and Robin gaped at him.

“Okay, then. Well. You’ve got to go for it. Turn up the Harrington Charm and don’t suck this time.”

Steve ran his hands through his hair. He could do this. He was Steve fucking Harrington and he could do this.

The following afternoon Steve spent making sure his hair was perfect, but not too perfect. He threw on what Robin had called his slutty polo - just a touch too small so it hugged his chest and his arms, and the jeans that cradled his ass just right. He gave himself several pep talks and was waiting on the porch when Eddie pulled up. Steve didn’t have to overthink the wide grin that spread across his face when Eddie got out of the van. That man was so pretty it should be illegal. Ripped jeans and a band tee were his standard uniform, but in Steve’s mind, no one wore it better.

Eddie seemed to sense the subtle change in the air and when he got to the rocker his gaze flicked up and down and he let out a breathless, “Hi.”

Steve’s grin widened and he shifted a little to let Eddie flop down next to him. The rocker started it’s slow movement and Steve bravely reached over and grabbed Eddie’s hand. He began toying with his rings and making small circles on Eddie’s palm with his thumb. Now that he was here, some of Steve’s resolve began to crumble and he felt shy and unsure. What if he was reading this wrong? What if this was an insane error in judgment and he was about to ruin everything he and Eddie had built up between them? He couldn’t look at him. Couldn’t stand to see rejection, or worse revulsion on Eddie’s face.

A finger under his chin lifted his face up to where Eddie was waiting, mouth a little open in surprise. “Stevie, sweetheart, what’s going on in there? I can hear you thinking from here.”

“I, um, I’m just glad you’re here, Eds. I miss having you around and I’m so happy you still wanna come back here and spend time with me.” Steve’s voice caught a little. Damn it. He was doing this wrong. He had meant to be bold and brave and he was too in his head.

“Hey, hey, hey I’m not going anywhere baby. I always want to spend time with you, that’s why I’m here.” Eddie’s voice was low and reassuring and Steve was grateful for the opportunity to collect himself and start again.

He inched himself closer to Eddie and slowly raised his free hand to tuck one of Eddie’s curls behind his ear. His thumb drew a gentle line down Eddie’s jawline and he heard a sharp intake of breath. “Eds, tell me if I’m reading this wrong and it’s totally fine. Nothing has to change. But - I really want to kiss you right now. Is that okay?”

Eddie placed a firm hand on Steve’s chest and he felt his heart drop and his vision blur. Stupid. He was so stupid. “Wait,” Eddie managed. “Just, can we back up just a little? Because my straight best friend wants to kiss me and I’m not totally sure what to do with that.”

“Uh,” Steve stammered, “Not straight? Um, bisexual actually. It’s okay if it’s a no though, just I know I’m not cool and I used to be a huge asshole back in high school so -”

Steve was forced to stop as the hand on his chest fisted his shirt and pulled him so close that he and Eddie were breathing the same air. “Yes.” Eddie said. “Yes I was an asshole?” Steve was having a hard time following what was happening. “Yes, kiss me.” And then it was happening.

As first kisses go, this should have been unremarkable. A gentle meeting of lips, Steve’s hands coming up to cradle Eddie’s face, tilting his head so they slotted together seamlessly. Instead it was extraordinary. It was brief, but charged with so much emotion it left Steve gasping for air, a whimper in the back of his throat. “Okay?” Eddie whispered. “More than okay,” Steve managed to say, bringing him back a second time firmer and more sure of himself.

Now 2023

“Is this a kissing story?” interrupted a suspicious little voice, “Mama says kissing stories aren’t propriate for me.”

Eddie jumped, having gotten lost in the swirling memories, he had forgotten about his little captive audience. He grinned. “Your beautiful Mama is always right and we can absolutely skip to the end past the kissing parts. Okay?”

“M’kay!” agreed curly locks. “Was that the falling in love part? Did you have a true love's kiss and live happily ever after?”

“Sort of,” laughed the old man, “Never let it be said that even true love is an easy path to happiness. There were plenty of times we argued or hurt each other's feelings. Sometimes we didn’t even like each other very much. But we made a promise. You know what that promise was?”

“Was it sittin’ in the rocking chairs?” Eddie bounced the boy up and down on his lap and smothered him with kisses, “You are my most brilliant grandchild, you know that? Yes! No matter what was happening with us, as long as we were both home, we sat in those damn rocking chairs and talked about our day and our family and everything we loved. And you want to know a secret?”

The child rose to his knees in Eddie’s lap and put his ear right to Eddie’s mouth. “Yes!”

“Even if one of us wasn’t home, the other went and sat in their own rocker and shared all about their day. Do you know why?”

“Why?” the child’s eyes were open wide.

“Because rocker time is magic. No matter where we are or what is happening, we can talk to each other here in these rockers when the sun is going down and the air is sweet and we always hear each other.” Eddie’s eyes were shining now with memories and longing.

“So even though Grandpa Steve isn’t here you can still talk to him and he hears you? And that’s why you come out every night to have special time with Grandpa Steve?”

“That’s right, little man. And sometimes when it’s quiet and still I can hear him talk back. Want to try?” Eddie looked down at the child with a gleam in his eye as his youngest grandson struggled to stay still. “Can you hear him?”

“What is he saying?” the little boy whispered, eyes wide, mouth open.

“He says………TOSS MY GRANDCHILD IN THE POOL!” Eddie shrieked and raised his hands as his little man screamed with joy and took off across the lawn. Hell, his Son and Daughter in law were going to scold him again, but it had been worth it.

Before leaving to chase after the boy, Eddie turned to the empty rocking chair, “Sorry to abandon you early tonight, my love. But I told you your grandchildren were a menace. I don’t know who they get it from.” As he stood to leave he felt a breeze like the whisper of a caress against his cheek. “Love you too, Stevie. See you tomorrow.”

#LexsSummerFanworksChallenge #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #falling in love #coming out #grandchildren #off screen ronance implied

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audhd-nightwing · 2 years

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more of punk!steve bc i adore him

steve first runs into the Party at the arcade (where he works part time because he wants to make his own money as a ‘fuck you’ to his parents and cuz it’s a chill job) and he becomes their favorite worker and they become his favorite customers. one day steve takes a smoke break in the parking lot and sees some kids bullying the Party and his older brother instincts kick in.

he walks up behind the party like “well well what do we have here?” and the Party is like “steve!! :D” and steve in his leather jacket and ripped jeans and combat boots glares down the bullies and they scamper off. from then on steve tells the kids to go to him if someone is bothering them and it becomes town-wide knowledge not to mess with byers wheeler henderson & sinclair. he basically becomes their personal Scary Dog.

the parents end up wanting to meet this young man who kept bullies away from their kids (and they’ve heard all sorts of rumors about him and he dresses like That so they’re suspicious) and steve’s like “yeah sounds great!” and immediately charms all of them because he’s a sweetheart and does genuinely care about and want to protect their kids. from then on he’s the go-to babysitter / ride to school / campaign host. steve pretends to be annoyed but he loves it and treats them all like they’re his younger siblings (especially lucas and dustin)

joyce and steve bond especially and they have coffee dates every sunday and just talk (joyce tries to get steve to come to her when he needs help or just someone to listen). at first everyone who sees them is super confused because what is paranoid mother Joyce Byers doing with the high school bad boy Steve Harrington?? but after a couple months it just becomes commonplace and people will even stop by to say hi

i also think jonathan and steve would end up being best friends in like freshman year and steve would get jancy together in s1 (steve and nancy don’t date). he’s never a third wheel though they have a great “this is my boyfriend and our best friend steve” type relationship. (plus jonathan never takes the creepy pics and the whole fight never happens so they’re all chill).

steve and robin are fellow outcasts so they’re chill. then steve beats up some guys who harassed her and they become actual friends and steve lets robin come over whenever her parents are being shitty. steve lowkey converts her into a punk and they basically do illegal shit and have a bunch of fun.

btw steve is a fully realized biromantic demisexual (or just queer whatv lol) and he has an extremely accurate gaydar which is partially why stobin become friends. anyways i’m mentioning this becauseee

steve meets will byers and Immediately Knows and pretty much comes out to him and tells him it’s okay and he becomes wills Gay Mentor (imo jonathan can either be straight or queer and just not really informed abt gay shit so steve would be the mentor in his place bc they’re basically brothers anyway (joyce absolutely tries to adopt steve multiple times)).

steve meets max at the arcade before any of the Party befriend her and she immediately becomes another of his favorite customers (the ranking is dustin, will & lucas & max, mike). she thinks he’s super cool and basically projects onto him as an older brother figure and he’s happy to play the part. he notices the way billy treats max and threatens him that if he ever treats her like that again he will kill him and hopper will help him hide the body. things are pretty peaceful for max after that. additionally neil hargrove gets arrested for domestic and child abuse and billy takes his car and leaves without a word. max’s mom still drinks so steve kinda unofficially adopts her, she has her own room in his house and ends up staying there most days. he ends up actually adopting her later but they’re still more of an older brother & younger sister dynamic than father & daughter

steve doesn’t interact with eddie until s4 but they know of each other and are on neutral terms until the byers move to cali and eddie starts DMing for dustin lucas mike erica and max (who steve managed to convince to play). they’re wary of each other at first but eddie realizes steve is actually a huge softie and steve realizes eddie is just a cute dork who reads LOTR and plays D&D.

steve isn’t on any sports teams or anything but he works out on his own, goes for jogs every morning with jonathan and nancy especially after the demogorgon and demodog shit. basically he’s fit and good at fighting (due to more experience with it) and nancy taught him how to shoot so he can do that too. most of his scars are from demo-creatures instead of fistfights, though he has a few of those too (not from jonathan or billy tho).

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localspiderboy · 2 years

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Come on, live a little. | Billy Loomis x Scaredy Cat!MaleReader

You’ve always been one to play by the rules. Your friend Billy thinks it’s time to take you out of your comfort zone.

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, sneaking out, shy reader, inexperienced reader, coercion, oral male receiving, face fucking, corruption kink, hair pulling, sub!Reader, dom!Billy

Word Count: 1463

Kinktober Prompt - Corruption

a/n: I'm like 3 days late but I warned y'all. I'm also not doing the prompts in order just whichever ones I'm most excited to write that day. Here's one for Billy, none of the events of the movie would have happened if they just let you kiss your homie rip. Wrote this at 2 am it started out great and then well, you tell me lol. Enjoy!

“Billy?” You whispered head swiveling left and right trying to spot your friend.

“Billy!” You repeated, harsher this time. This is so stupid you thought. He’s the one that wanted you to sneak out and now he’s late to his meeting. Why’d he wanted to meet at an abandoned house of all places? He’s always been a horror fanatic but that was never really your thing. Despite how many times he and Stu tried to get you to like it, you just couldn’t handle it.

Your mouth opened prepared to call out to him again but was interrupted. Thunk. You heard what sounded like something falling come from behind you. Quickly you turned around, using the flashlight in your hand to try to light up the area. It didn’t help much, the house was surrounded by forest your small flashlight did nothing against the inky darkness. “Billy!” You called out straining your neck trying to spot your friend anywhere around. No response. You sighed, you knew Billy was probably around here somewhere.

Another sound coming from the side of the house makes you jump, quickly turning in that direction. “Billy, if you’re trying to scare me it’s not gonna work.” Slowly you step carefully towards the direction of the sound, fed up with the game Billy was playing. But then you have the sudden thought that it could be a squatter and not your friend took any bravery you felt left your body.

“Seriously this isn’t a funny man! If you don’t come out I’m gonna leave.” Another bang makes you jump, skin raised with goosebumps and hair standing on end you quickly back away. “This is ridiculous.” You mutter under your breath. Suddenly two hands grabbed your shoulders and pulled you into their firm chest. A shrill yell left your lips and you flayed your arms around in an attempt to get away. Not stopping until you heard Billy’s familiar laugh.

“Hey! Hey it’s me.” He spoke in between laughs, letting go of your arms and allowing you to turn around.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You know I scare easy Billy.” You huff as you look around for the flashlight you dropped in the struggle. You could feel your heart thumping hard against your chest.

“I know I’m sorry.”

You hum non-committal, not completely believing that he was all that apologetic.

“What are we doing here anyway?” you asked hitting the flashlight with the back of your hand, it flickered on only for a second before dimming out again. Dead. Great.

Billy lifts his polaroid camera, shaking it in his hands with a smile. “We, my friend are here to take photos.”

“And why are we doing that exactly?”

“Halloween decorations… and memories.” Billy hands you his camera and gestures for you to follow him. The front door isn’t gonna work he explains but there’s a window around back that’ll do the trick.

“We can’t just go to the store like normal people?”

“Nope.” He grunts as he struggles to pull open the old window but after some effort it budges. “Plus we gotta get you out of your comfort zone. After you sir.”

You simply sigh and crawl through the window.

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Somehow you lost Billy again because of course you did. You can’t seem to catch a break tonight. You had turned your back for one second to look at the graffiti on the wall and then all of a sudden he was gone again. “Please don’t scare me again Billy.”

You could feel your heart thumping hard against your chest in anticipation.

“Woah, your hearts beating fast. I didn’t even mean to scare you that time.” His sudden presence makes you take in a sudden breath your eyes shutting quickly. I need to put a bell on this man, you think to yourself.

“Yeah, that’s what happens when you terrify me multiple times in one night.”

“Terrified huh?” He places a hand at the curve of your waist, leaning further into you.

“Billy.” You pay no mind to his hand on your waist, you’re just ready to go home, no longer wanting to be teased.

“You know if you’re this scared we could do something that will really get your mind off things.”

“Replace that feeling with something good.” He whispers against your ear. His breath sends a shiver down your spine. You want to ask him what he means but he answers the question before it could even leave your lips, pressing his erection up against your back.

“O-oh I uh...I’ve never really done anything like that before.” You are flustered and a little embarrassed to admit that you don’t have much experience.

“Really?” His voice is husky as he kisses down your neck. It makes your knees weak.

“You don’t gotta worry I’ll take good care of you.” He lifts his head, turning yours to face him. His eyes are barely visible to you but you can tell they’re looking right into yours. Everything about him is so utterly intoxicating, it’s hard to resist. “Teach you how to do everything. What do you say?”

“O-okay.” You mutter quietly and he smiles.

He looks down towards your lips but doesn’t kiss you. “Let’s start you off with something easy hm?” You nod and he turns you around to face him, pushing you down on your knees.

You looked up at him wide-eyed and he unbuckled his belt, opening his pants enough to pull his cock out.

“Don’t look so scared baby I said I’d walk you through it~” He teased as he pushed his member against your lips. “Open the mouth of yours baby. Yeah stick your tongue out~” You followed his instructions whimpering when he taps his dicks against your tongue.

He grunts. “You look fucking good like this. I’m just gonna push the tip in okay?” You hum in acknowledgment preparing yourself as best you could for the intrusion. You try to lift your hands to his thighs to brace yourself but he swiftly pushes them off himself.

“Ah ah, keep those hands to yourself, babe.” Billy rests a hand on the back of your head. “Gotta move your head y/n.” He pushes slightly at your head, just to encourage you to find your rhythm.

Your movements are slow and unsure, the furthest you go is about halfway down. Billy allows this for only a few moments before he gets impatient and takes control. “Lemme show you how to do it.”

The hand resting on your head suddenly grips your hair and forces you down the rest of his cock, holding you there. You try and fight the urge to gag around him. “Fuck.. you're a natural y/n.” He moans, his head falling back. He curses again holding you for a moment longer before letting you free.

You immediately pull off of him coughing. “What the hell Billy?” You spoke angrily.

He shrugged at you with a smug smile on his face. “It distracted you didn’t it? Now do you still wanna learn or are you gonna keep complaining?” You looked at him skeptically but nodded, scooching closer to him slowly. You trusted Billy not to hurt you and he was right you did feel way less scared now. Way less.

“Atta boy.” He encourages you and pulls you back around his dick. Moaning at the feeling of your warm mouth. “Keep your head still for me, okay?” He doesn’t give you much of a warning before his hand is tugging at your hair to keep you steady and thrusting his hips at a steady pace.

He curses under his breath as he fucks into your mouth. You squirm, rubbing your thighs together. You’ve never been used like this before and it’s doing something to you. He takes notice. “Is this all I needed to do to keep you from getting scared? Use you like some cheap whore?” You moan at his words and it causes his hips to stutter.

“I’m the first person that’s ever gotten to fuck this mouth huh?” He picks up the pace, his rhythm much more uncoordinated as he approaches his end. “Gonna be the first to cum down that throat and you’re gonna take it.”

He slaps your cheek to catch your attention. “Hey, hey look at me.” You make eye contact with him and your utterly fucked out expression is what helps his climax. He holds your head to the base of his cock, forcing you to swallow all of his seed.

He lets you go and watches as you cough and try to catch your breath. You don’t get too long of a break though because soon he’s gripping your chin and forcing you to look his way. “We’re just getting started baby.”

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here is the most unhinged thing i have ever ever thought of: bunny's funeral, you and henry leave the wake to go fuck (maybe maybe not on his grave as a final fuck you, who knows?) but honestly? murderer henry is a turn on

this is obscene. do it again.

holy shit, this just blew my mind. i’m pretty sure i went blank for about a minute or two. this is the most deranged and yet intriguing prompt i’ve ever received. and do you know what? i like it. love it, even. remember that we’re talking about fictional characters here, all right? i love myself some artistic freedom in that regard. detailed expansion and description of this prompt to follow after the cut — proceed at your own risk. you’ve been warned.

henry would definitely be bitter and vindictive enough to propose to fuck you in the corcorans’ bathroom, he wouldn’t even want to leave the house. he would sneak you in there under the pretense of needing help or whatnot, it wouldn’t truly matter what for, but after the lock in the door is flipped shut behind you, he’s asking if he can delight in the beauty of your body — right here, right now.

you’re bewildered at first, of course, but when he grabs firm hold of your frame and starts circling your clad nipples with his thumbs whilst kissing your collarbone through your clothes, you’re completely sold on the idea. hell, who cares. bunny certainly deserves it.

he proceeds to eat you out on the counter, having asked you not to hold back on any sounds you might be moved to emanate, but to also be mindful of their volume so that the two of you are not discovered; you do just that. having made you come around two times from that, he’ll move on to roughly fucking you on the sink, caringly keeping your head away from the overhead cabinet as the mirror behind your back trembles a little too much not to be concerning. of course, he’d come in you — it’d pose an unspoken metaphor for the interrelation of birth and death, surely — and deliberately clean you up sparsely so that you could saunter back out of the bathroom still stained by the evidence of your shared intimacy. it would revive him.

alternatively, if you think this would be too much even for henry’s standards, he could take you outside, start the car, and drive the two of you out far enough to no longer be seen, only to completely wreck you in the backseat — to the point you wouldn’t even return to the wake and have to take a last-minute rain check owing to an excuse as stupid as a headache or a sick cat.

as for actual intercourse at the gravesite, well… quite macabre, if i do say so myself. god knows bunny deserves it, plus it’s a thrilling concept, but i feel like the risk of being found out would be too great for henry. however! and i really do mean the however; he would definitely make you stick around and stay behind as everyone leaves immediately after the burial. then, he would tug you close by your hips and generously caress you, perhaps even kiss you — only to pull back and spit on the fresh dirt or something, lol. he could whisper something coarse in your ear too, like how he wants to take you right there, but would never dare to. it’d be wicked; something about the funeral would get him all sorts of riled up.

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Regret and guilt, forgive or forget?Chapter one: The party.

Steve Harrington x Plus size Fem!reader

Next part.

Plot: You always been insecure about your weight, so when you go out places you get anxious. So when you agree to go to another party your boyfriend asked you to go to, you couldn’t stop feeling like everyone’s eyes were on you. Things get out of hand quickly and you find yourself heart broken at the end of the night, and the actions of your boyfriend leave him with the most guilt and regret. But before he could man up and apologize you leave town for the summer. When you come back will you forgive or forget, hopefully nothing changed your mind while you were away.

Notes: Man I’m sorry for the camp moment all I can think of is camp rock…Also this isn’t my finest work. And who you probably think it is at the end…It isn’t. Unless I change it. But I can’t wait to see what you guys think. And if I even make another part. Also if you want memes for this fic when you finish please look here.

Warnings: Angst, Asshole Steve Harrington, self hate, alcohol. Cringe and bad writing.

You looked at yourself in the small mirror of your boyfriends car, you had been stressed since you agreed to come to this stupid party.

You didn’t even like most people at school, they all looked at you like you were just some fat girl who they can make fun of. Constantly judging your weight and why your boyfriend would even go for you.

“Babe, you looks great. I swear that you will be the most beautiful girl at that party so stop worrying” Your boyfriend, Steve insisted.

Sighing you put the mirror up and looked at him. “Look I just want to be someone you can be proud to show off” You motioned down to your body in which you have no confidence in.

Steve took ahold of your hand and squeeze it with his. “Baby, you are worth so much so, I and everyone else is luck to even have you near us” he placed a kiss on your knuckles as he brought your hand up to his mouth.

You smiled sweetly at him and got yourself ready to go in. “Let’s get this over with” You pulled your hand away, you opened the car door and stepped out. The sound of music hit your ears immediately and sounds of teens, god this was going to be stressful.

Steve took ahold of your waist and walked into the house, who’s? You had no idea but you felt sorry see how trashed it looked.

“When did this party even start?” You questioned.

“A hour ago” he replied.

Steve looked around for the group. You started to look around at the sea of people and you definitely saw some of them sending glances at you. Causing you get more nervous.

“Steve. Y/n.” You heard the voice of your friend Robin shout and you both turned your head.

You saw her, Nancy and Jonathan over in the counter where a couch was. You smiled immediately as you saw Robin and she ran up to and gave you a side hug.

“Oh I’ve missed you” You giggle and hugged her back. She’s clearly been drinking but you didn’t care maybe that would also help you take the edge off.

Robin drags you over to the others are as Steve follows you both. You could feel the grip of Steve’s hand loosen as he let go but you being dragged by Robin didn’t notice.

Nancy held onto Jonathans hand as her face brighten up as soon as she saw the two of you. Jonathan didn’t give as big of a smile but it was made known he was glad you where here.

“Glad to see you made it” Her gaze went back between the two of you showing that she meant both of you. You smiled and grabbed Steve’s arm, maybe this party wasn’t going to be as bad as you thought.

This wasn’t the first party you’ve been to before since Steve liked to drag you along, and before that the same thing happened with your old friends.

You and Steve took a seat next to Nancy and Jonathan and that meant Steve being right next to Nancy as you sat at the end. Robin sat right beside you on the arm rest and started up conversation.

You laughed as robin got at least ten times more enthusiastic then she was before but it was great for entertainment.

It’s been about two hours since you guys had arrived and somehow everyone had gotten up except for you. Nancy was on the dance floor with Jonathan and it was sweet because it wasn’t like everyone else on the dance floor.

It was a slow dance.

Steve was in front of you and dancing with Robin and you couldn’t help but enjoy them being hyped together. At this point everyone smelled like alcohol since that’s all they have been drinking and you only had one or two cups.

The music was still as loud as it was when you had arrived but most of the people moved outside to do beer pong an other things. You felt bad because you didn’t have the confidence to do any of that.

Steve turned around from Robin and looked at you and that look was something you knew all to well. He was going to ask you for something.

“Dance with us” Shaking your head rapidly and waved him off. “I don’t think so” He groaned as he rolled his head back. “Why it’s a party, be like everyone else for a moment” he bent down with a cup of god know what in his hand and gave you a begging face.

You felt took a deep breath as your stomach dropped. Did Steve really have a problem you not dancing. I mean you couldn’t control your anxiety and how it made you feel.

“I don’t wanna dance” you heard him huff and before you could reacted he grabbed your wrist and pulled you up. “No one’s going to care what you look like, it doesn’t matter that you’re over weight” Those words hit you like a ton of bricks.

Over weight.

I mean of course you knew that but it felt different coming out of his mouths, maybe it was the way he said it. Like he had a problem with it.

You pulled your wrist away from his grip and looked at him hurt but you had the right two. After the way he’s been acting you had every right to be pissed at him.

“I can’t believe you, Steve” He through his hands up in defeat but what he forgot was that he had a cup in his hand. So every bit of liquid in that cup fell into you causing you to gasp at the coldness.

His jaw drops in surprise and he could see his mistakes and starts to feel guilty. “Fuck, I’m sorry” He went to wipe some of the it off but you slapped his hands away and you could see everyone’s eyes on you.

“I got it myself” You glare at him before you walked away, he went to follow you but Robin pushed him back and have him a sympathetic look mixed with a warning.

“I’ll help her and you need to take a break and sober up” She pointed into his chest and walked away to find you. Steve blinked in utter disbelief of what just happened.

I mean it wasn’t really his fault you got butt hurt of him asking you to dance. He was just trying to have fun with his girlfriend but you wouldn’t let him.

Steve went to take a sip of his drink but when nothing came out he crushed the cup and threw it onto the floor. He turned around and walked to the kitchen and got himself another drink.

You had locked yourself in the bathroom, not caring that you makeup has now been ruined by your tears. Maybe you should have just danced with him, he would have been happy.

The knob of the bath room door shook and twisted rabidly as banging on the door began to start. You hoped it was Steve coming to get you.

“Y/n, it’s Robin” her voice came through the door over the music, knowing she was actually worried about you. “I’m here to help” You tried to wipe your tears and the black stains off your face.

Opening the door she stepped through and looked right at you and something about that made you break. As soon as you let out the slightest sob she moves towards you and wrapped into a hug.

She may be drunk but she wasn’t stupid and the look of you being hurt crushed her she didn’t want to see you this way. And she differently wanted to talk to Steve but he can wait.

You held onto her while crying into her shoulder and she just rubbed your back and comforted you. Robin was always there for you like you had been for her all her life.

As you cried with Robin in the bath room Steve poured himself another drink.

Steve took the bottle and started to fill up his new cup, spilling it everywhere in the process but he was to drink or messes up to care.

“Slow down, Steve you don’t look like you need anymore” Nancy’s voice came from behind him but he just put the cap on the bottle. “I’m fine” He turned around with his drink and looked at her, he noticed she was all alone and part of him hoped Jonathan wouldn’t come back.

“Where’s Jonathan?”

“Picking up Will, he’ll be back later”

The drunk boy nodded and looked all over Nancy’s face. He wonder if she felt something for him still because he couldn’t tell what he was feeling anymore.

He loved y/n. She was perfect and gave him every thing he could ever ask for but he still had Nancy on his mind. It wasn’t fare but a part of him wished y/n would find someone better. But at this moment every care went away.

“Can we talk?” He asked and Nancy just nodded wanted to help him with what ever he had going on. Which by the state of him seemed like a lot so they walked outside to the front where no one was.

After a few minutes of crying and then getting yourself back together, you and Robin started to talk about the situation.

“I just don’t know why he got like that, maybe it’s just the alcohol” you took a bunch of toilet paper and balled it up.

“Or maybe he actually is mad at me and then alcohol brought it out. And I don’t know why him calling me over weight hurt so bad” you ranted as you stuck the roll of paper in water.

Robin leaned on the sink thinking with her clouded mind. “Maybe he wanted to be a dick” Letting out a small laugh as you wiped off your makeup.

“Maybe he thinks I’m too fat” Robin turns to you quickly and narrowed her eyebrows at you. You know she hated when you used that word.

“You’re not fat”

“Come on Robin half of the clothes that everyone else’s wears can barley fit my leg. Then look at all the girls Steve’s dated and then back at me. I’m not his type” Robin threw her hands up onto her face.

“Who cares? He might be a asshole sometimes but he loves you. He has to because he never shuts up about you” Her words made you sigh.

“Maybe he just cares for me, you can love a person and not realize it’s platonic. Or he just wanted to be loved so badly after Nancy” Robin shook her head again.

“He’s not like that”

“I’m just trying to make sense of him lately it’s like he gets so far into his head he forgets to come out. And he hasn’t told me he loved me Robin, in two weeks” you raised your voice as Robin stopped.

“Then go find him”

“What?”

“If he’s drunk he’ll say what’s on his mind. Drunk people have no filter” That was either a very smart idea or a very dumb one. But you decided that it was all you could do at the moment.

It’s been about five minutes of looking around for Steve and no luck, you tried to find Nancy and Jonathan but had no luck either. He wouldn’t have left with out you, would he?

You walked out the front door to see if you could still spot his car hoping he didn’t leave already. You sighed in relief when you saw his car still parked on the side of the street but it soon fell when you saw what was in front of it.

Steve and Nancy walking one second and Steve leaning in to kiss her the next. Everything you had thought was true and it hurt more the words could speak.

It was always going to be her. She was skinny and pretty not to mention she was smart and has a bright future ahead of her. And what were you? Nothing compared to her.

Stomach dropped while you felt like you were going to throw up again as all the words Steve spoke to you once flooding back into your mind.

“I love you” As he ran his finger against your cheek.

“God, you’re beautiful” The first time he saw you in your prom dress.

“I can’t imagine a life without out” The first real words he said to you when the fight at the starcourt mall.

“Think of it as my love for you. So when ever we’re away from each other you can always have something as a reminder” He put the necklace around you’re neck while giving it some soft kisses.

You watched as Nancy pulled away immediately and Steve began to panic. Nancy started to scream something at him and as he started apologizing. Nancy was the first to see you walk towards them.

“Shit y/n I didn’t kiss him back” Her voice almost begging you to believe her and Steve’s face turned to and he knew in that moment he made the worse decision in his life.

“Listen y/n i-“ his words stop as soon as you reached him and he could see the pain in your eyes. They looked hurt and sad, but what he never seen before was the tent of anger.

You reached up to your neck and the chain around it, then pulling it hard for to break off. Once it was off you throw it down on the ground not taking your eyes away from his.

“Everything you ever said to me was a lie, but the I love you’s has to be the biggest loud of bullshit I’ve ever heard” His breath hitched as you stepped even closer to him.

“You will never and I mean never speak to me again. Love isn’t something you deserve” He couldn’t form the words to call after you when he should have. Because losing you was something he already regretted.

Since the party no one but Robin could get ahold of you, Nancy even tried but she figured that she was one of the people you want to see late right now. Steve only called once. And one time only.

Most of your time alone you spent crying, in front of the mirror wishing you were someone else. Anyone. Just not you. Seeing as thought you could never keep a boyfriend and it was already had enough to find one that would consider dating you.

You wished you looked different because maybe then you would be loved. You hated yourself every day when you woke up and looked at yourself but Steve was there to push it all away. Now he wasn’t and you stood alone.

But everyone one loved you, even the younger group did since you always protected them and gave them someone to talk to. Dustin was the most hurt out of the younger group though. He really miss you.

You had given him his first dance at school, babysat him when he was young, always took money out of your savings so he could play some stupid arcade game. You and Steve were like family.

But the only friend who know your plan and that was Robin. It’s been a week since you broke up with Steve and you’ve been miserable about it. Yes, he hurt you but you still loved him and loving someone isn’t as easy to forget as Steve made it seem.

But when your mom brought down your mail you realized a brochure from a summer camp. And not any other summer camp but it was one that your old friends had been dying for you to go to. Camp Symphony, a music camp.

And you started to wonder if getting away from this town for a while would do you some good and it might just get your mind off of Steve. It was a major plus at your old friends went there so a little Reunion wouldn’t be to bad.

“Do you know how stupid you are” The door swings open as her voice screamed, Robin had just arrived for work for the first time since the party and she was pissed.

Steve didn’t even looked at her and kept stocking the shelf’s of tapes. “You had a girl who loves you to death. I mean do you know how many people would kill for that” Robin shouted at her friend.

“I know I missed up” His voice so low it was almost like a whisper.

“Oh you know huh? She’s broken, Steve. Broken. And if you think you just “Messed up” You clearly don’t understand the problem” A big band was heard as the cart full of tapes rolled away from Steve and into the front counter.

“You don’t think I know?” As he turned around she could see how affected he was, eyes red and face too but the dark circles under is eyes are hard to miss.

“I’m the one who made that choice that fucked everything up and it wasn’t my intention. I have to live with the guilt that I hurt her and I will never get a change to take it back. I know as soon as I kissed Nancy. I lost the one thing that was actually holding me together for nothing” He’s never sounded like this before so scared and angry. Robin felt sorry for him.

“I thought I might still have feelings for Nancy but I don’t. Nothing feels right without her. When I kissed Nancy all I saw was Y/n. So, yes. When I say I know I missed up, I know” Steve ran a hand through his hair as he finished. But Steve knew he deserved everything that he was feeling because it was his fault.

Robin never stop to think about how Steve was feeling, yes he made a mistake but he didn’t need to be this destroyed for it. Robin moved to Steve and hugged him. She couldn’t choose a side because she wanted both of them to be happy.

Then what felt like a hour turned into 8 hours of chatting.

Robin helped Steve talk through what he was going through at the time and how he should have made it better but it didn’t help that it was their most busiest day.

“Thank you come again” Steve waved goodbye at the older woman and as soon as she walked out of the store his head dropped low. But that was only a second of silence before it was broken.

“Okay, seriously where the hell is y/n. I’ve called her, I’ve knocked at their door and now she’s not here” Dustin came through the door as the bell rang. He was worried and upset about his friend.

“You want a honestly answer?”

“Please” dustin begged and watched as Steve sit up.

“We broke up this weekend because I kissed Nancy”

“You kissed Nancy? Are you stupid”

“Yeah I am”

Robin watched as the two get into a heated argument over what happened the night of the party.

“Why don’t you apologize” A fake gasped came out the orders boys mouth. “Don’t you think I thought of that” He said sarcastically. “From your passed actions doesn’t seem you think at all” dustin shot back.

Robin had enough of their bickering and slammed her hands on the counter causing the them to stop and play attention to her.

“He can’t apologize because y/n isn’t even here and Dustin though I’m half on your side give Steve a moment of peace” Steve’s face fell and worry and confusion flushed over him.

“Not here. Then where is she?”

The girl stepped out of the bus and onto the ground. The suns heat hit her skin as the she heard other people chatter loudly.

“Welcome to Camp Symphony” A girl with a camp t-shirt on handed girl hand her a paper with the map of the camps grounds.

The H/c girl smiled and said her thanks, she looked around at all the people getting of the buses and the forest around her.

She started heading towards the big wooden building that everyone was going to. It was beautiful out here, to the trees and the stone paths. She could see some flowers and buildings in the distance.

Once she was half way there a voice called out from behind her.

“Hey beautiful, miss me”

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