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probably-writing-x · 9 months

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Hotter and Hotter

Summary: hi 👋🏼 I don’t know if you take any request now but I will still ask.. Can you write about the scene of the grocery when Conrad just lean on and take a sip (he was soo f hot ) and make it like more flirty and it can go like you want between Conrad x yn? thanks u ❣️

Warnings: Sexual references (Minors DNI)

Author’s Note: I’m not taking requests atm but this came through and I was inspired so maybe I am taking requests, we’ll never know xoxo

“This is the hottest it’s ever been I swear to God,” Conrad grumbles from the couch, hand resting on his chest.

“Well you try and fix the air con then, because it’s doing fucking nothing when we try,” Steven shrugs his shoulders, his head resting back against the seats of the couch from where he sat on the floor.

“You’re an engineer Steven, isn’t this like your job?” Belly points out, dragging her hair away from her face.

The air conditioning in the house had been out all morning and the temperature had been slowly rising with the sun. Now, it was stifling hot inside the house and just as bad outside too. And, clearly, the group were at their wit’s end.

“Okay, can we please stop talking about it? Like, can we talk about anything else?” You roll your eyes, your back against the couch where Conrad was laying, your head mere inches from his.

The two of you had been friends for years, ever since Belly and Steven had started coming to the summer house, you had too. The group of you were always inseparable whenever you were all in Cousins. But, before this summer, you and Conrad had realised your feelings for each other. He’d started calling you every night, texting you more and more often, and eventually the two of you spoke to each other more than anyone else. You’d both agreed, however, that is was not worth the drama for the rest of the group to know that anything was going on. You’d kept things completely private and, so far, it worked.

You’d turned up to the summer house this year terrified to see him again, and when you had done, it was like there was a weird tension that you’d never known before. There were sparks whenever he looked at you, electricity coursing through you whenever you briefly touched. You hadn’t even kissed the boy and yet all you could think about was doing so. It was driving you insane.

“Well, what else do you want to talk about, (y/l/n)?” He turns his head so that it is facing you but you keep your gaze averted away, worried he’ll make you blush.

“Anything,” You groan, “Like, seriously, it’s making it worse if all we talk about is how hot we are.”

He smirks, “You think you’re hot, (y/n)?”

You whip your head around to face him and roll your eyes, “Grow up, Con.”

His smirk remains, eyes trailing over your face as the conversation grows behind you. Jere and Belly were agreeing on getting into the pool and Steven was refusing to join them under the premise that he couldn’t find any swimming shorts in his suitcase.

“How about we head to the store?” Conrad suggests, pushing himself up to sit on the couch, “We can get some cold drinks, some ice cream, anything remotely cold.”

The group all sound into chorus of agreement and you nod too.

“Yeah, just get anything they’ve got,” You encourage, watching as he swings his legs over the side of the couch so that he’s sat next to you now, his knee bumping your shoulder.

“Oh, you’re coming with me,” He nudges you, “I need someone to help me push the cart.”

Conrad stretches out a hand to you and waits for you to take it.

“Right because that’s definitely a two person job,” You roll your eyes, taking the grip of his hand and pushing yourself up from the floor.

“Oh, absolutely it is,” Conrad shrugs his shoulders, walking out of the lounge towards the front door, grabbing his car keys on the way.

———

You sit in the passenger seat and he sets his hand behind your chair as he reverses, the air con in his car blasting enough for you to both cool down.

“Why didn’t we think of coming in your car earlier?” You question, glancing out of the window at the changing street beside you.

Conrad turns his head in your direction, “Because then they’d all want to come.”

You nod in agreement and fall silent, fiddling with your hands in your lap.

“So, has anyone said anything about…”

“What? Me and you?” You finish the sentence for him, “Why? Do you think they know?”

Conrad smirks a little, “Jere told me that sometimes you talk in your sleep and he can hear you through his wall.”

You frown just slightly, cogs turning in the expectation of what he was about to say.

“Apparently he heard you call my name,” Conrad fully grins then, turning the car into another corner as he approaches the store.

You feel your face heat up more than the sun was capable of, your heart sinking a little, “I did… I mean he heard… what?”

Conrad chuckles gently and his hand moves from the wheel to squeeze your leg, “Oh come on, (y/l/n), I already knew you were obsessed with me.”

You clench your jaw and look away from him, the embarrassment seeping through you. He squeezes your bare leg again and keeps his hand there as he pulls into a space in the parking lot.

“Okay I’ll get a cart and I’ll meet you at the checkout,” You nod, taking a deep breath to relatively compose yourself as you get out of the car.

Conrad follows behind you, fighting back the smile on his face. He walks up behind you as you go to get a cart, his arms dropping to either side of your hands on the handle, thumbs brushing your pinky fingers.

“See, Ive just got so many questions,” He mumbles the words into your ear as his chin drops to your shoulder.

You feel a tingle go over your spine and quickly step out from underneath his arm, “And I won’t be answering them.”

Conrad persists, of course, pushing the cart into the store and following your every move.

You both take a silent sigh of relief at the feeling of the air con in the store, walking a little slower as if to revel in it for as long as possible.

“Okay, so what was this dream about?” Conrad asks, stopping the cart as you throw in a few items from the produce section.

You make brief eye contact with him in the coldest glare you can muster, “Con, I said we’re not talking about this.”

“I mean, it must’ve been pretty good for you to be calling my name,” He points out nonchalantly, throwing a few bags into the cart, “So, tell me what it was about?”

You spin on your heel and grip the end of the cart, squeezing down on the plastic as you look at him, “Conrad, I don’t remember, okay? Now can we please drop this because you’re being an asshole.”

He raises his hands as if in a gesture of surrender before placing them back on the cart and following you still in your slow steps around the aisles.

Conrad didn’t need to know to boost his ego, or to use it against you. He needed to know because the thought of you thinking of him like that made him feel like a kid with his first crush. He was infatuated, and his curiosity was getting the better of him.

Things were awkward between the two of you now, and neither was willing to break the tension with any form of conversation.

You were embarrassed, of course you were. The chemistry between the pair of you had been sky high since you’d arrived back in Cousins - all of the awaited feelings of seeing each other again had come bubbling to the surface. And yet neither of you could do anything about it. So there it stayed - bubbling wildly on a surface that would not release. Of course you were thinking about him, how could you not be?

“Okay, you get the ice and pay for this, I’ll meet you at the car,” You nod, holding your shoulders a little more sure of themselves.

“Oh, so I’m paying?” Conrad raises his brows, stopping in his tracks with a bag of ice in his hands.

“Your daddy’s credit card will,” You taunt in response, disappearing around the corner of another aisle to leave him to his own devices.

Minutes later, Conrad appears through the sliding doors of the store, the fully loaded cart bumping in the parking lot in front of him. You’re stood by the car, waiting for him, two large drink cups in your hands.

“And what’s this?” He nods his head a little towards the drinks, eyes returning back to yours.

“A peace offering,” You shrug your shoulders, “I’m sorry I got annoyed about you asking about… I just, I was embarrassed and I didn’t want you to think I was some weird stalker that was obsessed with you or something.”

Conrad laughs gently, the kind of laugh that always manages to ease your worry. He steps out from around the cart so that he’s mere inches from you.

“You know,” He lowers his torso down to take a slow sip from the drink, darkened eyes staring up at you as he does, “If you wanted to be screaming my name in the night, you should’ve just asked.”

Your mouth falls agape slightly as all words seem to escape you.

“Come on, I’ll load this up before the ice cream starts melting,” He clears his throat, as if nothing had happened, “Get in the car.”

You oblige and sit in the passenger seat waiting for him as he piles the bags into the trunk, climbing into the driver’s seat shortly after.

He reaches over to take his cup from your hand and his fingers brush yours - still electric as you repeat over the words he’d just said.

“So, home?”

You hum in agreement and keep your eyes focused on the road ahead of you as he reverses out of the spot, unable to hide the smile tearing at your face.

———

“We’re back!” Conrad calls out as the two of you head inside, arms full of brown paper bags.

“Thank god!” Jere exclaims, grabbing a couple of the bags from you to alleviate the weight, “Successful trip?”

You and Conrad exchange a quiet glance before looking back and both saying at the same time, “Yeah.”

Jeremiah frowns at you and his brother, “You two are weird.”

He helps to unpack the shopping before turning back to both of you.

“Hey, Con, did you ask (y/n) about her dre-“

“Grow up Jere,” Conrad snaps quickly, throwing the last bag of ice into the freezer.

You look at him and smile a little to yourself, averting your eyes back to the drink in your hand.

Jeremiah rolls his eyes at his brother and disappears out of the kitchen, leaving just the two of you once more.

“Here, they’ve not melted yet,” Conrad pulls an ice pop from one of the boxes and unwraps it, handing it to you.

You set down your drink and take hold of the wooden stick. Now was your chance to get him back. You make sure you’re stood as close as you can get to him, your eyes gazing upwards to focus on his. And you stick out your tongue, drawing it from the bottom to the top of the cold ice, not once breaking eye contact with Conrad as you pop the top in between your lips and suck gently before pulling away.

You watch his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows the lump in his throat, and find yourself hiding back a grin at your obvious effect on him.

“What’s wrong Connie?” You ask him through batted eyelashes, “You look all… flustered.”

It’s almost as if you see the second that the cogs turn in his brain as his hands stretch out to grip your waist, both tightening to lift you up and onto the kitchen counter behind you.

And then, without a second thought, his hand grips your face and he pulls you in to kiss him. It’s rushed at first and overly fueled by passion but you don’t care. He can taste the sweetness on your lips and it only seems to encourage him more, kissing you like he’d been waiting to do so for years. His hand tightens once more on your waist, pulling you into him as closely as he can as your hands grip onto his shoulders.

Conrad pulls away then, only breaking contact at your lips to catch his breath as his forehead rests against yours.

“Don’t tease me,” He grumbles quietly, his lips plump in the absence of you.

You chuckle a little, nudging his head a little more, “From what just happened there, maybe I should be teasing you more often.”

Conrad smirks and pulls away, standing up straight as both of his hands settle on either side of you on the counter. He glances behind you at where the large glass doors lead out to the garden, “You know, nobody’s actually in the house.”

You turn over your shoulder to catch a glimpse, “Yeah, looks like it’s just us.”

He takes the opportunity as you’re turned away to kiss at the exposed skin of your neck, his touch hotter than any weather was capable of.

You let out a quiet moan and grip the back of his head. Damn, he was good at this.

“Connie-“ You hum, pushing into him as closely as you can.

He smirks against you and pulls away, eyes widening slightly at the mark left on your skin from his lips.

“We should probably join the rest,” You comment, dragging your fingers through his hair.

He flutters his eyes closed at the contact and sighs, “Five more minutes.”

Conrad leans in to kiss you again but stops as he hears;

“Conrad! Can you bring the ice pops out?” It’s Stephen yelling to the pair of you.

You look at Conrad and laugh a little, hopping down from the countertop, “Come on, before they suspect anything.”

“I think that mark on your neck will make them suspect enough.”

You bend down to take the ice pop box from the freezer and reach one hand behind your head to untie your hair, letting it fall around your shoulders.

“There we go, it’s like it never happened,” You wiggle your eyebrows and saunter outside towards the garden.

Conrad watches as you go, a smile on his face before his eyes drop to the barely-touched ice pop you’d both discarded onto the counter.

Thank god for hot weather.

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holylulusworld · 2 months

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Best Valentine ever

Summary: Your fiancé breaks your heart on Valentine’s Day out of all days.

Pairing: Mafia!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader, former!(any male character) x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, break-up, mentions/implied cheating, fluff, Bucky being the best, flirting, violence, blood

Valentine reloaded

That night Bucky couldn’t sleep. He watched you squirm on the bed until you turned in your sleep and snuggled in his chest. You murmured his name, making his chest swell.

“He should’ve never left you, doll. How could that bastard leave a woman like you?”

“Hmm…” You rubbed your cheek into his chest.

“His loss, huh?” Bucky looked down at you on his chest and wrapped his arms around you. “I’ll never let you slip through my fingers.” He grinned. “I can’t believe I found a firecracker like you outside that awful bar.”

“Bucky,” you lifted your head to look up at him. “You should sleep too. Stop talking to yourself.”

“I wasn’t talking to myself. All I did was reminisce about the day we spent together,” he huffed. “Did you spy on me, doll? You know, that’s impolite.” Bucky ran his hand up and down your back.

“You were talking in your sleep, Bucky,” you yawned and snuggled back into his chest. “You said something about firecrackers.”

He kissed the top of your head. “We can talk in the morning. You should sleep now. It was a long and exhausting day.”

Your eyes fluttered close as you listened to Bucky’s heartbeat. His warm hand caressed your back, making it easier for you to drift into sleep.

“Morning,” Bucky grinned when you walked inside your kitchen. “I didn’t know what you like so, I ordered breakfast for champions.”

“What is all of this?” You gasped. Bucky ordered croissants, French toast, muffins, pancakes, a collection of fresh fruits, and three sorts of freshly pressed juices. “That’s enough for twenty people.”

“I had hoped you’re hungry, doll,” he said and pulled a chair for you. “I have something planned for us. Only if you want to spend the day with me.”

“I have the rest of the week off,” you bit your tongue, and shook your head. “I took a few days off to…”

“I get it,” he gently squeezed your shoulder. “I highly recommend the French toast and pancakes. But you can eat whatever your heart desires.”

“You’re not married or taken, right?” You suddenly asked. “Shoot, I should’ve asked you so before I spent the night with you.”

“Doll, I’m not the kind of man going out with a lovely woman while having a girl at home,” Bucky sounded a little hurt at your question. “I swear, I’d never cheat on my girl.” He kissed your cheek. “We are not all assholes.”

“Bucky, I’m sorry,” you immediately said. “I didn’t want to accuse you of being a cheater. It’s just that you seem to be an alright guy and I wonder why you aren’t married yet.”

“An alright guy,” Bucky pressed one hand to his heart. “Only an alright guy?” He hiccupped. “I thought that I impressed you.”

“Bucky, you know that you impressed me,” you winked at Bucky. “A man like you knows how to impress a woman. You have the perfect eyes, and the smile, and know how to make a woman feel comfortable and safe.”

“How about I impress you some more and we go for dinner at your favorite restaurant? I reserved a table for two.” He hopefully looked at you. “If you don’t want to, I understand.”

“I’d love to,” you hastily said. Honestly, you didn’t want to be alone. Bucky was more than a nice distraction. “I’ll pay this time.”

“Y/N, you will soon find out that if I invite a lady for dinner, I’ll pay,” Bucky sat across the table and grabbed a croissant. “Always.”

“What if I eat the whole menu?” You smirked at Bucky. “You know, I’m a hungry lady and just got my heart broken. I’ll need lots of ice cream and sweets.”

“You should know by now that I love watching you eat.” He smirked and took a large bite of the croissant.

You and Bucky spent the rest of the day removing the remnants of your former fiancé. He forgot a few clothes and nick-nacks you stuffed into a box.

And of course, there were still pictures of him and you in the picture frames staring at you like they wanted to mock you.

“All done?” Bucky looked at the box you placed next to the door. “Can I get rid of it now or do you want to give it back?”

“I’ll throw it all away,” you shrugged. “It’s not my problem he forgot half of his shit. This happens when you only think with your downstairs brain half of the time.”

Bucky laughed before picking the box up. “I’ll throw it away for you, doll.” He watches your lips wobble. “I should be on my way and get fresh clothes, but I’ll be back soon. If I want to go out with you, I’ll need a new suit.”

True to his words, Bucky came back only two hours later. He wore a new dark-blue suit, and this irresistible smile when he knocked at your door.

Much to your surprise he offered a bouquet of daisies to you. He didn’t tell you that he picked the daisies for you on his way to your apartment.

“I love daisies,” you smiled wildly. “Thank you, Bucky.”

“They made me think of you,” he softly said. “I saw the daisies on your pillows, and the picture on the wall.”

“I like them…a lot,” you grabbed his hand and squeezed it gently. “I like you too…a lot.”

“I like you a lot too, doll,” he held your hand for a while, looking you deep in the eyes. “Do you want to go for dinner with me, Y/N?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “I’d love to join you for dinner, Mr. Barnes.”

“A table for two,” Bucky said to the hostess. “I reserved for James Buchanan Barnes.”

You watched the woman blanch at the mention of Bucky’s name. She nodded slowly and looked at her boss. “This—way.” She stammered, and you wondered why she looked scared out of a sudden.

She guided you and Bucky toward the best table at the restaurant.

“This is your favorite restaurant?” Bucky placed his hand on the small of your back and whispered in your ear. “I like it, doll.”

“It has the best Italian food,” you said and smiled softly. “I discovered it shortly after I moved to town.”

Again, Bucky pulled the chair for you. He didn’t know how nice it was to you that for once, someone did more than the bare minimum. “It’s nice.”

You smiled, and your heart fluttered. You felt comfortable around Bucky and couldn’t imagine spending the night with someone else.

“Do you want to spend the weekend at my house?” Bucky asked, watching you think about his offer.

He was still a stranger to you, but you weren’t afraid of him or scared that he’d ever hurt you. Bucky’s eyes softened when you struggled to find an answer. “Sorry, doll. I shouldn’t have asked. I know we are still strangers.”

“No…we are friends,” you hastily said. “Right? We are friends, and I’d love to spend more time with you. You know so much about me already, and I barely know anything about you.”

He nodded slowly, eyes drifting toward someone behind your back. His features darkened, and he squared his jaw. Bucky inhaled sharply as the man breaking your heart stepped toward your table to stop right in front of your seat.

“I see you moved on very quickly,” your ex-fiancé sneered at you. “If only I knew you’re a slut.”

“If your ex is a loser like you, it’s easy to get over him,” you coolly replied, the voice never wavering. “You see, I moved on to someone better than you. As you said,” you smirked darkly. “I love him because I don’t love you anymore.”

“You fucking bitc—” your ex couldn’t finish his line. He was busy spitting blood and three of his teeth onto the floor.

Faster than you could blink Bucky raised to his feet and punched your ex’s face. He watched his opponent fall to his knees, his fist bloody and his face hard.

“Never dare to even look my girl’s way. If you say her name, you are dead,” Bucky cocked his head to nod at someone storming inside the restaurant. “Sam, Steve, I want you to take care of this piece of shit.”

“Bucky,” you swallowed thickly watching the men grab your ex-fiancé to drag him out of the restaurant. “You hit him…for me.”

“Sure did,” he shrugged. “I defend what’s mine.” Bucky's features softened seeing the surprise and a hint of fear in your eyes. “Sorry. I usually don’t get violent on dates.”

“You hit him…for me,” you repeated. “No one ever did such a thing for me!” You jumped up to wrap Bucky in a hug.

“Doll?” He wondered aloud. “Is everything alright?”

“You’re not a normal guy, right?” You glanced up at Bucky. “Your friends wore guns under their jackets and…people looked scared when you said your name.”

“Uh-I think we should talk about a few things, Y/N.”

“Bucky, are you a gangster?” You looked him straight in the eyes.

“Something like that…” He tried to avert your gaze. “What gave me away?”

“The way you carry yourself, and the gun hidden under your jacket,” you smirked. “I know it was a gun I felt when we first hugged.”

“Does this change things between us?”

“No,” hiding your face in his chest you sighed. “I don’t care about your profession, Bucky. From the first moment on, you cared for me.”

“So…can we still have this date now?”

“We will have one hell of a date, Mr. Barnes…”

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strawbrryval · 2 months

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✦ ── “SIPS OF REGRET”

ᯓ★ SUMMARY: you got drunk with your bff and accidentally revealed some.. intimate feelings about your boyfriend's best friend. word got back to him and he decided to make your dream a reality.

wc: 1.1k click here to join the ice cream shop! not proofread

Oh how you fucking hated drinking. you swore you were never gonna drink again after this. This was your last straw, your 13th reason, your-

you snapped out of your little trance at the sting of your boyfriend’s hand connecting with your ass.

“Listen to me when I fucking talk. you didn't answer my question. are you supposed t’be saying that shit about any other man but me?” fuck.

you and lea were giggling while playing truth or dare. you invited her over for a girls' night to chat and catch up. you decided to record yourselves playing this since you wouldn't be seeing each other for a while after this.

“truth or dare?” “truth.” “girl boo, you’re boring as hell. but anyway. hm... if you had the chance to fuck any guy, who would it be? and you can’t say satoru, that's cheating.” she teased.

you thought about for a brief moment before blushing and giggling. “maybe suguru? i love ‘toru but he’s hot as fuck.. if i was single i’d hit that for real.” you slurred. “oh? shit, i can't lie i’d probably do that too.”

about two weeks after the incident lea's alcoholic ass went drinking with suguru. the two were laughing and talking before he asked a rather interesting question.

“oh shit, you didn't tell me about you guys’ sleepover. how was that?” your so-called “bestie” giggled in her drunken state while pulling out her phone. “it was goood, we played truth or dare, shit, look what she said about you!”

he watched the video and was astonished, to say the least. he silently grasped her chin and tilted her head forward before asking. “can you send that t’me princess?”

and of course, her dumbass said yes.

when he got home he forwarded the video to ony without any context.

sugupoo: [forwarded a video] Seen at 10:23 PM

Satoru watched it before gazing over at you, cuddling up to him as you were sleeping. You appeared very innocent compared to how you acted in the video.

He opted not to tell you what he knew just yet. He wanted to offer you an opportunity to admit it.

The next morning, he kissed your lips before serving you breakfast. You suspected he was happier than normal today, but you chose to brush it off.

“How was your sleep baby?” You whispered a small ‘it was fine’ before taking a bite of the food before you.

After you had finished, Satoru took your plate away. He started to wash your dish before asking you a question that made you choke on your coffee.

“I invited suguru for dinner tonight, that okay with you?” When you choked on your drink before responding to him, he glanced at you, concerned. “T-that’s fine.. just a bit sudden.”

He gave a humming sound, then dried the plate before placing it back in the cupboard. “Is there a problem?” He tried to give you a somewhat worried glance but his eyes darkened instead, scaring you.

“N-no! of course not.. he can come over..” “Great! thanks babe!” then his seemingly dark expression brightened into a smile before he kissed your cheek and returned to your shared bedroom.

sugupoo: she mention it?

satoru: nah. u still gonna come ?

sugupoo: fuck yeah.

You curled your hair with increasing anxiety, knowing suguru could show up any moment now. You decided to wear the same dress satoru bought you for your most recent anniversary.

The doorbell rang, sending shivers down your spine as you glanced through the bedroom door to see your boyfriend welcome his bestfriend.

You immediately finished getting ready, putting the final touches on your makeup before going outside to welcome suguru yourself.

You stepped out nervously, muttering a small ‘hi’ before becoming flustered and taking your seat at the table. Suguru gave a quiet giggle before greeting you back.

You all sat down to eat the dinner you finished preparing not too long ago. Afterwards, Satoru proposed that you guys should chill in the basement.

You loved this idea since it was recently remodeled. As soon as you were down there, Satoru dragged you onto his lap. Fingers grazing your thighs before speaking.

“Y’know baby, suguru here sent me a little video we wanna talk t’you about… I was just wondering what on him you wanna ‘hit’?”

—

Suguru gave you a little pout, “Why’re you running from me, baby? you were so brave in the video.” A grin spread across his face as he split you open, making your eyes roll back in your head.

“Nngh— sugu-” you immediately got cut off by a harsh slap against your ass. “Not Suguru tonight baby.” “S-sir! f-feels s’good sir!”

“Good.” he hummed with approval. Satoru took you by surprise as he groaned into your mouth, grabbing your hair in the process.

You stared up at him with wet lashes, while he just smiles and takes his cock out, tip leaking with precum as he smears some on your lips.

“C’mon pretty... open” You did as told, opening your mouth to allow him to thrust into it. A small gag left your throat as he forced himself in. The sight was mesmerizing, You, on all fours getting your throat fucked as his best friend pounded into you from behind.

Still maintaining eye contact with you as he grabbed your hair and began fucking your face. Letting out horrible moans and groans while watching drool fall onto your tits. Eyes blurry with tears as you struggled to breathe.

You whimpered when he suddenly pulled you off of his cock and forced you to look at him. “Last time I checked you aren’t supposed to be enjoying this honey and I think it’s been long enough...”

Satoru silently spread you over his lap before slowly caressing your ass. “Now darling, let’s reflect on our actions for a bit. Are you supposed t’be saying that shit about any other man but me?”

He waited a little while for your response, but all you were able to give him was a string of incoherent babbles. You snapped out of your little trance at the sting of your boyfriend’s hand connecting with your ass.

“You’re supposed to listen to me when I fucking talk. you didn't answer my question. Are you supposed t’be saying that shit about any other man but me?”

The sting caused you to ache in pain, tears streamed down your face as you managed to formulate words and answer him.

N-no! m’s-sorry! I can’t take anymore 'toru please!” He smirked down at you before focusing his attention on Suguru, who’s been watching this entire scene play out.

“What do you think Sugu? Think we should give her a break? Think she learned her lesson?” Suguru gave a sinister look before answering.

“I think we should teach her again to make sure she fully understands.”

a/n: this took so LONG omg im so sorry??? im a huge procrastinator and school ate me alive im so sorryyyy. but regardless i hope you guys enjoyed!!!

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supernovafics · 17 days

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I know in the I’ll be there for you universe it’s been established that reader and Steve both have not great relationships with their parents - was wondering how Steve would comfort reader if she had a bad go of it with her dad or mom or both angst and comfort?? Maybe this is too self serving tho so feel absolutely so free to ignore 😭

𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒

"i'll be there for you" universe masterlist

pairing: bestfriend!roommate!steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 1.5k words

warnings: explicit language, brief(ish) mention of reader’s mom being shitty, a bit of angst/sadness but with a wholesome ending<3

summary: in which you’re upset and steve tries to cheer you up

author's note: thank you thank you for the request!! i went back to fall for this one because it just felt fitting. enjoy<333

general note: everything in this universe/series can be read as standalone oneshots but to understand the full “lore” it would prob be best to read the other stuff too<333

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Fall 1985

There was something wrong, but Steve couldn’t tell what it was.

You’d been holed up in your room ever since he got home from his Family Video shift.

At first, he thought it was something he had done, accidentally leaving Harold’s cage open or forgetting to put something away in the kitchen. But, you didn’t seem mad or upset with him; and he knew that if you were, you wouldn’t have shied away from saying something.

When he knocked on your door and asked what was wrong, he didn’t entirely believe your simple head shake and one word response of “Nothing,” but he decided not to press you further because he knew that you’d come to him whenever you were ready to talk about what was going on. But then hours went by and you didn’t say anything; you even passed up his offer to make a grilled cheese for you, which you usually never did. And that made him worried.

The time was nearing ten and the only moment you had come out of your bedroom since he got home at six was to grab a quick snack from the kitchen. Maybe you were sad about another crush that had gone wrong or maybe it was something bigger. Steve had no idea, but he felt like he needed to do something for you.

He grabbed a random hoodie from his room and then went over to yours, knuckles tapping against your shut door a few times. When you let out a loud enough, “Yeah?”, he took that as his cue to go in. You were sitting at your desk, textbook and notebook opened up in front of you.

Steve tossed the hoodie into your lap. “Come on, let’s go.”

You looked up at him, confused. “Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise,” He said instead of actually answering your question.

Even though all you really wanted to do was continue wallowing in your room and keep half-focusing on an assignment that you couldn’t care less about, you decided not to protest his words and adamance.

You pulled his hoodie over your head and slipped on a pair of shoes before following him out of the apartment.

The drive was quiet and you weren’t in the mood to fiddle with the radio, so it simply stayed on a station that seemed to play the same five “pop hits” on repeat.

It wasn’t until the final few minutes of the ride that you realized where he was driving to. The roads and turns he made started looking way too familiar, and a small smile took over your face when he pulled into the Dairy Queen parking lot. The closest one was over thirty minutes away and Steve hated driving to it because of that, but you never minded it because even though its menu pretty much resembled the dessert menu of your and Steve’s beloved Third Street diner, there was something about this place that you loved too.

You were always reminded of the summer when you finally got your license and you’d force Steve to come here with you most nights. You two would eat the ice cream in your car, or at one of the red tables that sat outside if it was warm enough; you loved those memories.

Steve put the car in park and then looked over at you. “I’ll grab everything. Do you want your usual?”

Instead of answering his question, you inadvertently burst into tears.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He asked softly as he unbuckled his seat belt and reached over to hug you. It was an entirely awkward and uncomfortable position, but you still immediately leaned into him, arms circling around his neck and face burying into his shoulder. You didn’t mind the way the center console was harshly poking into your side, or the fact that your own still buckled seat belt was in the way. “I thought that coming here would definitely cheer you up. Did I completely misread everything?”

All you could respond with right then was a barely audible “I’m sorry,” and then you sniffled and let out a breath that only made you cry harder.

“No, I’m the one that should be saying sorry,” Steve said as he soothingly rubbed your back and the subtle action managed to calm you down a bit.

You shook your head at his words before pulling out of the embrace and looking at him through blurry eyes.

“Okay, please be a thousand percent honest with me right now,” You said, somehow finding your voice. You half-heartedly wiped away your tears with the sleeve of Steve’s hoodie. “Do you think I’m selfish?”

“What? No, of course not,” The certainty in his tone managed to wash away some of the shittyness you’d been feeling for the past few hours. “Why would you think that?”

You looked away from him then and slumped back against your seat. “I was on the phone with my mom earlier, maybe like an hour before you got home. She asked me to come to this work event for my dad on Friday night, like some sort of dumb party thing. I said that I can’t since I already told you that I’d go with you to take the kids to that new arcade a few towns over. And honestly, even if that wasn’t happening I’d still probably make up some excuse to not go because I hate going to those work parties. But, anyway, my mom called me selfish for saying no, and I know it’s stupid, it’s so stupid, to believe her, but there was a part of me that did. And still kinda does.”

Usually, most of the things that your mom said to you went in one ear and then out the other, but for some reason, this comment managed to stick. You started overthinking things, feeling like the worst person ever because of something that wasn’t even true, but maybe it was? And you couldn’t stop thinking about that.

Steve grabbed your hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “You’re not. I promise.”

You found yourself believing him and how sure he sounded. He was probably the only person you’d always believe entirely without question because he knew you better than anyone else. You suddenly felt stupid for thinking that your mom was right in the first place.

“I’m sorry,” You mumbled and then met his gaze again. “This is all so dumb. I’m sorry that you only drove here because I’ve been acting like a sad idiot for the past few hours and you were trying to cheer me up.”

He shook his head and gave you a small smile. “What do you mean? I love coming here.”

You let out a breath of a laugh. “You don’t, but thanks for pretending.”

“Do you want me to get you something?”

You nodded and smiled at him. “The usual, please.”

“Okay,” He said before stepping out of the car.

Because of how late it was and since it was the middle of the week, there was no one in line aside from two teens and an older woman, so Steve was back in less than ten minutes with a simple vanilla cup with rainbow sprinkles for you and a cone for himself.

“Thank you,” You said as he also handed over the spoon and napkins that he had stuffed in the pocket of his jacket.

“Remember those promises we would make when we were kids?” He asked and you were quick to nod, immediately knowing what he was referring to.

You inwardly smiled as you thought about the slightly elaborate “running away” plans you two made when you were twelve and thirteen. It would always happen after he’d have some sort of disagreement with his parents, particularly his dad, and he’d sneak over to your house in the middle of the night. Or any night you found it hard to sleep because your thoughts were consumed by your parents and all of the pressure they put on you to do well in school, so you’d go to Steve’s place because talking with him was the only way to wash away some of your stress.

“I still stand by all of it,” He continued. “One of us says the words and we leave. No questions about it. I still don’t know where we’re going, but we’ll figure it out on the way.”

It felt less likely to happen now because you two technically had “left;” moved out on your own. Not necessarily far away, but far enough from your parents that the shit that used to be almost too unbearable became a little bit easier; mainly because you two had each other. And moments like this one only further proved that— you’d always be there for one another. However, that didn’t change the fact that those silly little promises still always stood.

You smiled at him. “I think our plans had something to do with joining a circus.”

You weren’t sure which of you had suggested it, but you still found it funny either way.

“Ah, yes, the circus idea,” Steve nodded, laughing a bit. “Not one of our best ones.”

“Oh, wait, actually, I think we either said circus or rodeo.”

“Both equally bad ideas, but I’d still do it for you.”

“And I’d do it for you too,” You told him before eating another scoop of your ice cream. “Hey, I know it’ll probably be midnight by the time we get home, but is the grilled cheese offer still on the table?”

He nodded. “Of course.”

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itsthewritergal · 4 months

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Five Dates - B.Barnes x reader

Summary: Bucky got the wrong end of the stick and might have fucked things up for good.

TW: Sex work, swearing, Bucky being judgmental, talk about sex, talk about porn, no smut but it is mentioned. angst. (let me know if I've missed anything) - it's not proof read... so I'm sorry!!

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Five dates. Bucky had to remind himself that he and Y/N had only been on five dates. He felt as though he had known her for his whole life, almost as if Y/N bought his old self back to the surface. Five dates, he shook his head as a reminder, she knew a lot of his life but not nearly everything. It was only five dates, he took a deep breath as Y/N studied the dessert menu,

“Brownie or cheesecake?” She asked softly, her forehead crinkling as she tried to decide,

“Either’s fine with me” Bucky said, he’d go with anything she chose just to see her smile. But she wasn’t smiling, instead she had placed the menu down on the table and looked at Bucky with sad eyes,

“Buck?” She said softly

“Y/N?” He mirrored in the same tone

“Could you please say what you would prefer? You’ve let me pick at the last two places” She huffed

“I’m sorry Y/N, you know I just want to see you happy” He said softly picking up one of her hands,

“Please pick?” She asked, looking up at Bucky with pleading eyes, he pressed a kiss to her hand and nodded

“Lets go brownie” Bucky said, knowing that he would definitely prefer the cheesecake, or just some ice cream but Y/N loved chocolate so naturally he leaned towards that option.

“Perfect!” Y/N beamed calling over the waitress and asking for the dessert, Bucky smiled as she did so. He truly was in love.

—

Bucky stopped outside Y/N’s apartment door, he had argued for her to let him walk her home after she had refused because it would be too late for Bucky to get home to his own apartment, knowing it was at least an hour walk. But of course, Bucky had refused and wanted to make sure Y/N was safe.

“Would you like to come in?” She asked softly, holding on to Bucky’s hand, looking up at him with tired eyes,

“You’re tired doll, you need some sleep” Bucky said gently, “Go to bed, and I can call you in the morning”

“What if you stayed over? We could watch a movie and I can sleep on the sofa so you don’t need to feel uncomfortable. It’s late and I’ll feel awful if you have to walk home now” She said, watching Bucky hopefully “of course if it would make you uncomfortable we don’t have to” She said quickly

“I’d love that doll, and we can share the bed too if you’re comfortable, or I can take the sofa, it’s only fair?” He suggested, the thought of Y/N sleeping on the sofa physically hurting his heart, a sensation he wasn’t used to.

“Let’s share, it’ll be like a sleepover! Ooh I think I have some snacks too” She beamed tiredly leading Bucky into her apartment.

Bucky stepped inside slowly following Y/N’s lead, it smelt like vanilla, and sugar, warm lighting flooded the room as Y/N turned on her fairy lights and lamps. It wasn’t big, just two rooms really, Bucky knew it was only a small apartment so he wasn’t expecting much but the moment he stepped inside he could already picture himself living there.

“My room is just through there, I’ll get us some snacks if you want to pick a movie? Remote is on the bed” She smiled pressing a kiss to Bucky’s cheek, a move that she hadn’t done before and one that made Bucky’s heart squeeze with joy,

“Sure you don’t need help?” He asked, wanting to soak up every possible moment he could with Y/N

“No, go get comfy and I’ll be there in a second” She said

—

Bucky did as he was told and took himself through to Y/N’s bedroom which was exactly how he had imaged, a soft pink blanket lay over her white silk sheets, a couple of house plants sat on the windowsill soaking up the moonlight. Y/N’s bedroom was totally normal apart from two big cinema cameras pointed towards the bed. Bucky felt his whole word collapse the second he registered what they were. Sam had told him about this, a few months back but Bucky remembers the whole conversation. Sam had told him about ways many people had started making money, and Bucky couldn’t believe that Y/N was attempting to make Bucky help her with it. He knew that there would be an ‘adult’ market for those type of films including him, he had seen enough tweets, texts and had been sent enough letters to know there was a large following of women who wanted to know more about how he was in the bedroom particularly. It made him feel sick. Y/N was using him. She was using him for his body. Squaring out his shoulders he gripped his jacket tight and headed back out into her lounge.

“Y/N, I’ve got to run. Sam just texted, he needs me over there. Some kind of emergency. I’m so sorry” He lied smoothly, knowing that Y/N wouldn’t see through it, he was too good for that.

“Oh” She sighed, her sad eyes almost made Bucky regret his decision until he remembered what she was trying to do. “Do you need me to come with you? Is Sam okay?” She asked quickly,

“No, it’s fine. I just really need to go” Bucky said, stepping closer to the door “I had a nice night, but I just don’t think this is going to work, I’m not feeling this. I should go.” He suggested knowing that the moment he was on his way to Sam’s he’d block her number.

“I understand, I’ll see you around I guess?” She said wrapping her arms around herself as she watched Bucky leave her apartment

Setting off on a run he headed straight to Sam’s.

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“You’re kidding” Sam said with a laugh as he passed Bucky a beer, “She was a porn-star?” He chuckled

“It’s not funny, I think she wanted to get me to do a video with her” He said with a huff

“Well you know there’s a big market for winter soldier porn, do you remember that women who sent you her panties” Sam laughed “To be honest, from the photos she sent you should have taken her up on those offers” He said with a grin, Bucky knew he was teasing

“Don’t be crude” Bucky said, hating the way this conversation was going “I don’t have a problem with it, if she does do it, but trying to get me to do it with her?” He sighed,

“Do you think she’s really was trying to?” Sam asked seriously taking a sip of his beer

“It was all set up for it, mood lighting, background all perfectly set and the fucking camera’s Sam! IT makes sense now why she would never tell me about her work” Bucky said,

“Let’s google her, I bet her videos will come up. We can see what she’s like, and maybe you could join in” Sam said with a wink. Pulling up his laptop and typing in her name.

After a few quick clicks Sam’s face fell

“Is it bad?” Bucky questioned

“You are a dick”

“What?” Bucky asked feeling instantly defensive at Sam’s accusatory tone

“She’s not a fucking porn star you idiot. She’s a influencer” Sam said turning the laptop around and showing Bucky Y/N’s YouTube page, hundreds of videos showed up of her chatting to the camera, and sitting doing her makeup.

“An influencer?”

“Yes, you really screwed up there Buck. She looks like the most wholesome girl out there” Sam said clicking onto a video.

“Hello my loves, welcome back to my channel.” Sam skipped forward in the video “What is your love life like? Well that’s a very good question, that finally has a more exciting answer, I have actually met someone, it’s very early days and we’ve only been on two dates so far, but oh he’s so wonderful!” She beamed, Bucky could practically feel his heart dropping as he heard her gushing about him

“Sam, how do I fix this?” He asked, pulling out his phone

“I think you need to explain what’s happened” He said “I mean she might not want to hear you out, sounds like you were kind of a dick” Sam admitted

“Not helping” Bucky said pressing on her number, the phone call rung a few times, and then stopped

“Hello?” Y/N’s voice said through the phone, she sounded upset, Bucky hated it

“Hey Y/N, it’s Bucky” he said quickly

“Is everything ok?” She asked, her tone was curt something Bucky wasn’t used to from her

“Can I come over?”

“Bucky I’m really not in the mood right now” She said honestly

“I fucked up”

“What are you talking about?”

“Please can I come over?” He asked

“I guess” She said quietly,

“I’ll be there in fifteen”

—

Bucky sat on Y/N’s sofa, his jacket and shoes still on. Y/N had made him a coffee and was sat away from him on one of her beanbags,

“I’m so sorry Y/N” He said

“What’s going on Bucky?” She asked

“I saw the cameras and thought you were a” he coughed, still not used to the modern open way of talking about porn “a porn-star” he said

“So what if I am” She challenged,

“I thought you were trying to use me for a video, there’s a um, well there’s a demand for it” He said “I get a few letters a month from women who want to see, uh who, want to see that” he stammered

“You thought I was using you?” She said

“I did, and I went to Sam and we, well we googled you”

“So you know I’m not a porn star then? Just a boring old influencer” She huffed crossing her arms

“I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions”

“No you shouldn’t have, I thought you’d know me well enough to know I wouldn’t use you” She snapped

“I was wrong and I’m so sorry” he said quickly “Please Y/N give me another chance”

“One more Bucky, and I’m going to show you every single paper that I can find on why sex work is real work, I understand that you’re not used to it. But that doesn’t mean you can be that judgemental about it”

“I swear I will read everything you give me” Bucky said

“One more chance” she said

“You won’t regret it” Bucky promised.

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sugusatosluut · 4 months

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Yuuji Itadori x Fem!reader

MDNI✨

heads up: fluff, smut (experienced!yuuji, Virgin!reader , yuuji really wants you.

Your friend group was pretty big. Outside of school, the Tokyo and Kyoto classes hung out despite their differences. You guys hung out in a large group, so it was easy during these times for you and Yuuji to slip away and go makeout in an outlet dressing room or just talk and eat ice cream. Nobody knew about you two.. or at least that’s what you both thought. Nobara picked up pretty quickly, sometimes even foiling you guys’ plans to be alone. Megumi grilled yuuji about it until he confessed, making Megumi feel proud of him. Even going so far as to tell him to take that pinup poster down now.

The sun was setting, you and yuuji decided to slip away quietly again. Nobody really seemed to care because they were too caught up in arguing about water being wet and where you guys should go for dinner. You figured you guys would just be a short while since all you wanted to do was kiss him. The feeling was mutual to you from him as well. Yuuji grabbed your hand and snuck you into the nearest clothing store. You both stumbled into a dressing room, locking it behind you as you both stood looking at eachother. Yuuji sat down, then he gave his lap a pat.

“C’mere.” He smiled.

His smile was like looking over Tokyo at night. It made your heart warm and felt like a breath of fresh air. Yuuji was always so gentle with you, even when he was so wrapped up in kissing you, his compulsion to squeeze your hips into his was overshadowed by how soft you were being with him. You sat in his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck and smiling at him. He couldn’t lie, he’s been wanting more than just a glance at you all day.

“You look good, is that the shirt I picked out from So-Chee?” He smiled.

“Mhmm, I wanted to wear it today. The fabric is soft for a tank top, it’s very tight fitting and my boobs finally feel secure.” You giggled softly as you pressed a kiss to his neck. You flowered your kisses all over as he moaned softly.

“Your body looks amazing. I’ve been wanting this all day.” He said kissing you back.

You sucked on his neck softly, moving place to place leaving small marks that were barely recognizable. He pulled your body close, kissing you passionately on the lips. He let his tongue glide and part your lips, finding his way to your own eager tongue. His hands grabbed both sides of your face, his thumbs on your cheeks as he tongued your mouth down, exploring your minty breath. He pulled away softly to look at you, then planted his face in the cleavage of the light pink tight tank top he got you. Your breasts were practically screaming for him to put his face there. You had something for him, something you’ve been waiting to tell him for a while and you didn’t want to do it on an outing like this.

“Can we go to your dorm after dinner with the group tonight? Just me and you?” You asked.

“Mhm, I have something for you anyways, been meaning to give it to you.,. Ugh why do we have to go...” He groaned quietly as he pecked each of your breasts with a sloppy kiss.

“Let’s go before they think we died. The last thing I want is for kugisaki to make a scene like last time.” You joked.

“Yeah, let’s see if they ever figured dinner out.” Yuuji smiled at you.

The dinner plans went through, you all sat at a place similar to hot pot. It was a major success between the two groups. Forget bonding at school, the schools would never agree to fund a trip like this. It was good to outside of school and all the rivalry. You sat next to yuuji and yuuta, smiling the whole time.

That was, until yuuji put a hand on your thigh under the table. You were a blushing mess at something so innocent. His hand stroked the bumpiness of your knee. Fingers threatening to creep up and touch your pulsating mess under the skirt you wore. Both your hands were under the table, but you didn’t dare try to stop him from doing what he was doing. You wanted to show him you were ready too.

“Hey, Itadori. Can you please pass the meat? Maki says the ramen would go good with it and I kinda want to try it.” Yuuta smiled.

“Of course.” He smiled.

Yuuji’s wallet dropped out of his pocket, you got down and smirked to yourself internally before ‘accidentally’ palming his crotch to catch yourself.

He breathed in a sharp breath before taking a glance at you. You were smiling at him.

“Oh-im sorry yuuji. Here let me fix that.” You said from under the table. You gave him a quick feel up under the table over his clothes. He was already hard. You got up from under the table and playing between his legs. He was quite shocked to say the least but he was turned on. The innocence you kept in front of your friends was intriguing especially since he’s been the one to feel and witness how nasty you could be in private. Oh god when could he touch you?

After dinner, you and yuuji walked to his dorm instead of dropping you off at yours first. You sat on his bed having already explored his room many times before. Nothing devious or naughty the previous times, you two watched movies and cuddled and held game nights at his place usually. Tonight was different though. Tonight you wanted privacy.

“Okay sweet girl, stay right here. I got you some stuff just because I was thinking about you really hard the other day.” He smiled. Yuuji Itadori just had one of the warmest smiles. It could pull you right out of sadness.

He approached you with a big bag.

“Woah! What’s all this?” You asked. If your eyes could be giant hearts, you’d let them stay that way forever.

“Go ahead, open it.” He gestured.

You took the paper out of the bag and a card fell out.

“You can save that for last though, here lemme see.” He said gently taking the card from you.

You took some things out the bag.

Some lip gloss that you glanced at the other day while it was just the two of you, some scrunchies, a new purse, some socks, a yellow hoodie to match his own, and a.. what is that?

“It’s a vibrator.” He smiled nervously.

You looked at him lovingly.

“Oh- yuu i wanted to ask you something.” You smiled at him.

“You know whatever you ask for, if I can give it to you I will. I cant say no to my pretty girl.” Yuuji said caressing the small of your back.

“Can we do it? I know what I’m asking isn’t easy but I know what I want and I want it to be with you.. I’m ready.” You blushed.

Yuuji moved your hair out of your face and brought you on top of his lap. You looked pretty like this. Face red off your nerves, eyes hopeful yet full of curiosity and desire. Yuuji wanted to make sure you were sure because he wanted this just as bad as you did. He wanted to see you fucked out on his cock, damn near drooling and begging for more. Some night’s he would jerk off just thinking about the lewd images that popped up in his head while he was already thinking about you. He’s glad Megumi made him take that damn pinup poster down.. he never looked at it or admired it, but sometimes in the heat of the moment, instead of seeing the pinup girl, he’d imagine you on the poster, fingers lingering over your dripping cunt and eyes squinted shut. God, was Yuuji Itadori lucky..

“Okay princess, take it all off.” He smirked at you.

You smiled at him, taking off your tank top and your skirt. Yuuji was kinda shocked, no bra? And the lace panties he was staring at through the lingerie shop window? God you were perfect. He couldn’t waste any time, he needed to make you feel good, he needed to be the one to corrupt you, make you feel so good. He took his clothes off, leaving him completely stripped in front of you, his cock slapping the skin of his stomach, just long enough to reach past his belly button. You were shocked at the sight in front of you. You and yuuji and done stuff but you’ve never seen him naked. He had a girlfriend last year but you didn’t know much about their relationship, you assumed they’d probably had sex. You were in for a treat.

Yuuji lied you down on the bed, making sure you were comfortable before taking one of your nipples into his mouth. He sucked softly at first, your quiet moans edging him on. He wondered if he sucked harder, would you get louder? So he did. He sucked hard and your body writhed needingly in response.

“ah-yuuji- feels s’good.” You whined.

His fingers traced your panties, feeling how wet you were. There was already a wet spot on his sheets. How embarassing, you couldn’t keep it contained any longer.

“Looks like my sweet girl couldn’t wait any longer for me, you’re already so wet. I bet I could just slip right in.” He kissed your neck. While kissing your neck he discreetly slid one finger inside you. It felt uncomfortable at first, then the pleasure hit. You grabbed onto his shoulders as he fingered your hole perfectly. Loud mewls escaping your lips, showing him your satisfaction. There was a feeling in your stomach, it kept growing more intense until you finally felt it, you released all over yuuji’s fingers.

“Naughty girl, you didn’t tell me you were getting close.” He smiled at you.

“I’m-s-sorry yuu.. I can keep going, I want more. I want to feel that again.” You panted.

Yuuji’s eyes lit up with joy. He moved you, he took his spot under you and positioned you so that he was perfectly aligned with your leaking hole. It was still pulsating at the thought of his cock entering you.

“Princess this might hurt or it might feel good. You’re really soaked. Just tell me if it hurts I’ll stop.” He said looking you up and down.

You nodded. “Yes baby.” You smiled.

You sank down slowly onto his cock, feeling it stiffen up more inside you. You yelped, closing your eyes and catching your breath.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“N-no, just needed to catch my breath. You’re so big.” You whispered.

“You can bounce whenever you want, just hold onto me.” He said grabbing your waist.

You wasted no time, both your hands were placed on his chest as your knees helped while you lifted your waist and dropped back down on his hard shaft.

“Y/n- Princess-slow down, you’re already so tight, I might just cum.” He let out a breathy chuckle.

“Sorry, just feels so good yuu.” You panted.

You continued at a slower pace, yuuji was a moaning mess. He couldn’t believe it. His love, this pure virgin school girl was riding him, hole tight and gripping his cock so tightly. He was more than qualified to take this from you, to corrupt you with his cock and make you his. He couldn’t take it anymore, he moved your hands behind your back and held them together with one hand, while he gripped your waist with the other. He started thrusting into you at a fast pace with heavy force, tits bouncing everywhere and moans filling up the room along with the slapping of his balls against your ass cheeks.

“Hah-huh- oh yuu—— ah- ah, fuck me!” You screamed out.

“Anything for you princess- fuck- mm.” He moaned.

Yuuji scooted himself up, continuing to thrust into you. His lips attached to one of your tits as he nipped and sucked. He’d left several marks that only he’d be able to see whenever he wanted. His thumb bruised your hip, he was gripping you so tight. You weren’t able to see it but you knew it would be there later.

The ripple of your ass as he smacked his hips into yours at such a strong and fast pace was getting him so close. The coil in your stomach started to build up again.

“Yuuji- I’m close!” You cried.

“Me too- hang on- fuck.” He cried out. He threw you on your back in a swift motion and continued his sweet assault on your cunt, his thrusts growing sloppy.

“I’m gonna cum y/n, fuck you’re so perfect for me.” He moaned.

Without warning you squirted all over, making you a panting, moaning mess. Yuuji enjoyed your fucked out expression. The one he’s been daydreaming about and imagining every night. The coil in his stomach was ready to snap. He pulled out, spewing hot white ropes of cum all over your breast and your stomach. You both were sweaty and panting, just staring at eachother. Yuuji kissed you on the forehead.

“I meant it, you’re perfect.” He smiled.

“You’re perfect.” You said back to him.

“Let’s get cleaned up so we can cuddle.” He said.

Yuuji quickly changed the sheets before hopping into the warm shower after you, then when you both finally calmed down, you got comfortable under the new warm and thick blankets he changed for the bed.

“Aren’t you glad I kept some of your underwear here?” He chuckled.

“Mhmm, my hero.” You sighed as you got sleepy.

“Hey, if you’re ready.. I’d like to tell the group we’re dating. I was gonna ask you regardless of when we did.. this.. but I’m serious. I never wanted anyone as bad as I’ve wanted you. You’re perfect for me, and I love you.” He said playing with your hair.

“Yuu.. I’d love that. Can we still sneak away and have our own little adventures?” You asked.

“We can do anything you want sweet girl.” He winked, kissing you as you both fell asleep soundly in his dorm.

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cloudi-bunni · 10 months

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you think they're looking at you?...they looking at me

The miles gets jealous but their lover only ever pays attention to them when they're around

Miles 1610

He smiles as you pull him along on your small adventures, taking him to a small ice cream shop

Your soft hand in his never failed to make him head empty

As you order, he notices the cashier looking too close at you

He doesn't think anything of it as he looks at the various flavors of frozen sweets.

“Yeah...i was just wondering if you were single?” he hears the cashier say

His eyes snap up, his brows furrows but he doesn't say anything.

It was like they didn't see him right there..

You smile, paying for the sweets “No I'm not, this is actually my boyfriend” You look back at Miles with such a lovestruck look he almost fell in love again

“Oh...well when you're ready to have a real relationship, you know where to find me”

Both eyes snap to them, one pair of eyes looking annoyed while the other looks disgusted.

Before miles can open his mouth you speak “Just give us our damn ice cream, then you can fuck off” you snapped, face scrunching up like you were disgusted with even having to speak to them.

Once you got your Ice cream you walk outside to sit at the tables there, annoyed and pissed. Miles smiled as he followed you

“Your so cute when you're mad, babe” he teases, pulling you closer to him. Kissing your cheek before licking some of your ice cream

“Miles!” you giggled, it seemed like Miles always found a way to make you smile no matter what

“What? Yours is way better than mine” he smiled before he took a glance back at the shop, a proud expression on his face.

He can faintly see the cashier fuming from inside as he saw you two

Miles 42

you sat next to him during lunch, everyday without fail.

So it comes as a shock when he sees you sitting with a pretty girl

He shrugs and sits down on his table and eats his lunch quietly

He doesn't care, he swears he doesn't

But he can't help but glance every once in a while...

‘She can't be that funny. There's no reason to laugh so damn loud’

Ganke points out the fact he's just glaring at the girl next to you

He shakes his head and denies it, refusing to admit it.

“I wasn't looking at them, I was looking at the fly next to them”

After a while, he almost snaps his spoon when he saw the girl kiss your cheek.

You laugh it off and create distance, not much but enough that it puts miles in a calmer mood. He gets up and makes his way to the table, he sits and holds your waist

“What's happening here?” he asks not bothering to look at the girl, his attention solely on you.

“Oh we were just-” the girl begins

“Wasnt asking you” he finishes giving small kisses to your cheek, he smirks when the girl gets visibly upset

From then till lunch was over your affection was only given to miles, he held onto your waist and kissed your cheek and lips.

Chuckling when the girl finally gives up.

“What was that about?” you asked as the girl you were talking to storms away

“Who fucking knows”

He knows that's who

#across the spiderverse #miles morales #42 miles morales #1610 miles x reader #Miles Morales x reader

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worth-the-chaos · 4 months

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Adventures in Babysitting - Steve Harrington x female!reader - Chapter 7

Chapter Summary: You continue attempting to translate the code, commencing your operation to determine the nature of Russian involvement in Hawkins. Robin and Dustin continue their attempts to push the two of you together, tired of the mutual pining…oh and Erica has enough sass to probably take out an entire Russian army.

Content Warning: swearing (duh), Steve being a complete idiot, innuendos ;)

Word Count: 5.9k

Author’s Note: This chapter is really gearing up for the main plot of season 3 so a lot of it sticks to the plot of the show. I hope you all enjoy it! Message me if you want to be added to the taglist!

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You, Steve, and Dustin sat in the back of Scoops Ahoy listening to Dustin’s Russian recording on repeat trying to discern what any of it said, but with no such luck. You were pretty language oriented, excelling in your French classes, but outside of the realm of Romance languages, you were pretty much lost, making the experience all the more frustrating. This academic shit was supposed to come easy to you.

You sat in the chair next to Dustin with your head in your hands, sighing as he stopped the tape. Steve was pacing back and forth eating a banana. You already had known that he wasn’t going to be super helpful with this shit…he tended to catch on slower than the rest of you when shit was going down, so you assumed this was going to operate the same way.

“So, what do you think?” Dustin asked, looking between the two of you with bright eyes. Steve confirmed your suspicions when he replied, speaking through a mouthful of fruit.

“That music…that music right there at the end. It sounds familiar.”

“Are you fucking serious? That’s all you got from listening to that shit?” You asked, brows furrowed in irritation, your pent up frustration with last night’s conversation and Steve’s endless flirtations with patrons shining through your normally calm demeanor.

“Why are you listening to the music, Steve? Listen to the Russian! We’re translating the Russian!” Dustin shouted in agreement.

“I’m trying to listen to the Russian, but then there’s music playing—“

You cut him off, sighing, “just go help Robin if you’re not going to be helpful back here.”

Steve glared at you, tossing his banana peel on the table in front of you before flipping you off and pushing dramatically through the door to the front. He could tell you were pissed off with him for more than his inability to miraculously translate a foreign language.

While you and Dustin continued trying and failing to translate the slavic language, Steve pulled Robin aside.

“Steve, what are you doing?” She asked, rolling her eyes. At least things were slow in the ice cream parlor, so it wasn’t an issue that they weren’t attending to the customers, given the fact that there weren’t any.

“I need to talk to you,” he said with urgency, and Robin’s expression softened into a look of concern. Steve didn’t normally come to her with shit; he had you for that so why would he?

“Wait, what’s going on?”

“I messed up,” Steve sighed, taking off his hat and running his hand through his hair. “You know how I keep telling you that y/n and I are just friends? Well, we are…but we’re just friends that maybe perhaps kiss a little,” he whispered quickly so you couldn’t hear.

“What the fuck?!”

“Shhhh!” He put a finger to his mouth to quiet her down. “It’s not on the lips so it’s basically like it doesn’t even count,” Steve tried to defend himself, rolling his eyes.

“Steve! That is almost worse!” She whisper-screamed at him, her eyes wide. She thought back to all the times she had hounded you about the nature of your relationship with Steve, thinking back to how frustrated you always looked when you told her it was complicated.

“I-it’s...it’s nothing really! Like, I mean, I don’t know, sometimes I just do a little kiss—like so tiny—on her neck to wake her up in the morning or I—“

“STEVE! What the fuck do you mean ‘in the morning’? Does she spend the night at your house? Wait—have you slept together?”

“No!” Steve was quick to shut that train of thought down, “like I said, it’s just little kisses here and there, nothing major. But the problem is last night I took it a little too far and I think I messed everything up.” He buried his face in his hands, irritated with his own actions.

“Y/n isn’t the type of girl you can just do that shit with. She’s probably expecting you to make a move. How long has this been going on?” Robin asked, pissed the fuck off. She knew Steve had a history of being a player, and you didn’t deserve that shit. She saw the way you looked at him, and you were clearly in love regardless of if you were going to admit that to yourself or not. She wasn’t about to let Steve string you along until he inevitably ended up finding someone else, breaking your heart in the process.

“…like…eight months?” Steve replied sheepishly, realizing how bad all of this sounded when he said it out loud.

“Eight months?! Steve! You’ve been nearly dating her for eight months and then you come in here every day and hit on other girls in front of her?”

“Shit!” Steve wanted to kick himself. Of course you were frustrated with him. He was sending you mixed signals all the time. “It’s just…I don’t want to mess up what we already have. I thought if I found someone else then I wouldn’t have to risk it, you know? We could just stay friends. Like I don’t know what the fuck I’d do if I asked her out and then shit didn’t work out….I can’t lose her, Robin; I just can’t.”

“You’re going to lose her in a much more painful way when she realizes how much of an ass you are for putting her through that. She’s like the perfect woman, Steve! She laughs at your dumbass jokes and she puts up with all your shit, just ask her the fuck out!”

“It’s not that easy,” Steve grumbled, rolling his eyes.

“It really is,” Robin spat, done with Steve’s bullshit, “just march back there and tell her that you messed up and you love her and then…I don’t know, kiss her and go on your merry way. Sounds pretty damn simple to me.”

“Robin, there’s a lot of shit going on that’s making it a little bit difficult to focus on making a move right now.”

“What, like the Russians?” She asked, a smirk on her face while she raised an eyebrow at him. Steve’s face fell as he gaped at her. How the fuck does she know about that?

Steve opened his mouth to speak, to act like he didn’t know what she was talking about when your muffled voice rang out into the front as you yelled, “fuck!”

Both of them hustled to the back, finding you pacing back and forth like Steve had been earlier, gripping the covers of the Russian dictionary aggressively while you angrily flipped through pages. The hostility radiating from you was palpable, and Robin turned to give Steve a look that said “you did this” before noticing that Steve’s douchebag tally had been erased from her board.

“Hey, my board! That was important data shit birds!” She yelled, looking between the three of you. You stopped pacing, looking up at her and giving her an apologetic look.

“I guarantee what we’re doing is way more important than your data,” Dustin spoke up, justifying the fact that he had messed with her shit.

“Yeah? And how do you know that these Russians are up to no good anyway?” She asked, smirking.

“You told her about the Russians?” Dustin asked Steve in disbelief, feeling betrayed.

“It wasn’t me!” Steve defended himself and Dustin whipped his head around to look at you.

“I didn’t tell her anything either!”

“Hello? I can hear you. Actually, I can hear everything. You are all extremely loud. You think you have evil Russians plotting against our country, on tape, and you’re trying to translate it but haven’t figured out a word because you didn’t realize that Russians use an entirely different alphabet. Sound about right?”

Your face flushed, her explanation making you feel a little dense because she wasn’t wrong. If only she knew about the other weird shit that had happened in Hawkins. Evil Russians didn’t sound so unbelievable when you had already dealt with nine-foot tall monsters with faces that opened up. In comparison, this was pretty damn feasible and normal.

You all stared at her dumbfounded, but then she went to grab the tape and Steve sprung into action, snatching it before she could reach it. “Woah! What do you think you’re doing?”

“I want to hear it.”

“Why?” The boys both asked in unison and you rolled your eyes. You weren’t sure why they were gatekeeping the tape. It didn’t make a damn difference now that she knew about it.

“Because maybe I can help. I’m fluent in four languages you know.”

“Russian?” Dustin asked, hopeful.

“Ou-yay are-yay umb-day,” she rattled out.

“Oh-ho-ho!” Steve said while Dustin laughed “holy shit!” You rolled your eyes, knowing what she was doing as you tried to hold back a smile.

“That was Pig Latin, dingus. But I can speak Spanish, French, and Italian, and I’ve been in band for twelve years. My ears are little geniuses. Trust me.”

You pried the tape from Steve’s hand and gave it to Robin, before walking to the front to go attend to the customer who was incessantly ringing the bell. Steve followed you hesitantly, knowing he was going to be no help with translating Russian.

After about another hour of serving ice cream to the ungrateful citizens of Hawkins, Indiana, Robin slid open the glass window to the front announcing that her and Dustin had figured out the first sentence.

You and Steve rushed over to the window, each holding an ice cream cone. “Oh seriously?” You asked, eager to hear what it was. You were glad Robin was helping now because your efforts were seriously going nowhere.

“The week is long,” Robin said in a Russian accent. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Well, that’s thrilling,” Steve replied sarcastically, clearly unimpressed.

“I know, but it’s progress,” Robin assured both of you before disappearing back into the depths of the break room. You both turned around, handing the cones to your very familiar customers.

“Okay, here you go, you got a strawberry—“ Steve started, reaching out his cone to Max.

“—and a vanilla with sprinkles, extra whipped cream,” you finished, handing yours to Eleven. They both thanked you, and you took a second to really look at Eleven. She looked much happier than you’d ever seen her. You smiled as you took in the sight of her tousled wavy hair, a sharp contrast to the buzzed haircut you had heard about. “I love your jumpsuit by the way,” you complimented her outfit and she smiled.

“Wait, are you even allowed to be here?” Steve asked, and the girls just looked at each other and laughed, darting quickly out of the shop. “That...okay,” Steve’s voice trailed off, giving up on trying to understand these weird ass kids.

“It’s nice to see them happy, you know?” You spoke up. For how busy the mall was, you were fortunate that you had occasional slow moments like these.

“Yeah, yeah it is,” Steve replied, watching as Max and Eleven laughed at something in the distance, before darting into another store. Being protective, he was a little worried about Eleven. He knew Hopper didn’t want her going out a ton, especially to really crowded places like the mall. It wasn’t safe for her, both in terms of needing to keep her powers secret and because she was still so naive about the world around her. Steve supposed she’d seen enough of the bad in it to be cautious though. He shuddered at the thought. “I just worry, though, you know?”

“I do too,” you sighed, “I just want what’s best for all of them, and I spend a lot of days wishing we could’ve protected them from more. I guess it doesn’t help that now we’re assisting Dustin in Operation Russian Invasion, but I just keep telling myself that at least it’s not the Upside Down.”

He just nodded in agreement, and the two of you went back to working alongside each other in a comfortable silence.

You were exhausted by the time your shift ended. The mall was already closed and you basked in the silence, a treat after the hustle and bustle of all the nonstop activity that occurred during the day. With Dustin and Robin knee deep in translating his recording, you and Steve were left to tend to customers all day, meaning that you hadn’t had a break besides the brief ones between patrons.

Steve was counting the drawer while you went to grab the disinfectant to wipe down the tables to finish out the closing procedures when he stopped what he was doing to gently grab your elbow before you crossed the counter. He needed you to know what you meant to him. He needed to fix his mistake.

“Y/n, about last night—“ he started but you cut him off.

“Steve, I really don’t want to talk about it. I don’t know what got into me, really it was fine. It was just a long shift and I got emotional. I don’t even know why I did because I like when you kiss me like that and-and I like spending the night at your house and I don’t care that—“

“Y/n?”

“…yeah?” You responded looking up at him innocently, biting your lip embarrassed at the way you had just rambled. Steve tried not to melt right there while your eyes stared up at him like that.

“I’m gonna kiss you now, okay?” He breathed out and you nodded slightly, leaning in as your eyes fluttered shut. One of his hands wrapped around your waist to pull you closer as he used his other hand to gently tilt your chin up. He was so close that you could feel his breath on your lips, your heart racing as he began to lean in to close the gap.

Before your lips could touch, the doors to the back room burst open, and you jumped away from each other as quickly as you could, as Dustin slid through them, totally ruining the moment that you had been waiting two years for.

“What the fuck! You scared the shit out of me! I’m about to have a heart attack, geez,” you scolded, your hand on your chest to settle your racing heart, though Dustin wasn’t entirely to blame for that.

“Yeah, don’t ever fucking do that again,” Steve added, frustrated at the boy’s impeccable timing. He had spent the last two and a half hours of your shift working up the confidence to do that.

“Geez, what’s got you so on edge?” Dustin rolled his eyes. “Anyway, we’ve translated like half of it!”

“Really?” You asked excitedly, your previous irritation quickly being replaced with anticipation. It had been a long day and you were glad at least something good was going to come out of it…or bad, you guessed. It all depended on what the translation was.

You all quickly entered the backroom, standing across from Robin’s whiteboard as you all read aloud the translated version of the top secret Russian communication.

“The week is long, the silver cat feeds when blue meets yellow in the west.”

You all paused, not really sure what to say as the result of hours worth of translating was pretty anticlimactic. Steve finally spoke up, “I mean…it’s nonsense.”

“No shit,” you replied, sighing and heading back to the front to leave. Everyone else followed you, packing up their things disappointment permeating through the nautical themed ice cream shop.

“I mean, it just…it just can’t be right,” Steve proposed as he closed the metal caging to officially close up for the night, locking it before he stood up.

“It’s right,” Robin defended herself.

“Honestly, I think it’s great news,” Dustin chimed in.

“How is this great news? I mean, so much for being American heroes; it’s total nonsense,” Steve reiterated his point from before.

“It’s not nonsense,” you rolled your eyes, “it’s too specific, it’s obviously a code.”

“What do you mean a code?” Steve inquired, and Dustin fielded the question for you, Steve, per usual, being the last one to get it.

“Like a super secret spy code.”

“That’s a total stretch,” Steve scoffed.

“I don’t know, is it?” Robin chimed in, “listen, just for kicks, let’s entertain the possibility that this is a secret Russian transmission. What did you think they were going to say? ‘Fire the warhead at noon’? And my translation is correct, I know that for sure, so…’the silver cat feeds’. Why would anyone talk like that if they weren’t trying to mask what they were saying?”

“Exactly!” You and Dustin said in unison.

“And why would anyone want to mask the true meaning of their message unless the message was somehow sensitive?” You continued, turning to look at Dustin. “So I guess that confirms your suspicion.”

“Evil Russians,” he nodded with a smirk, happy that his intuition had served him correctly in your eyes. Despite the countless times he disobeyed you, he really did care what you thought…he just had a funny way of showing it sometimes. “So how do we crack it?” Dustin asked.

“I guess we translate the rest and see if a pattern emerges…” Robin and Dustin continued on, discussing what elements of the code could possibly mean, but you and Steve fell behind. He had stopped in front of one of the mechanical children’s rides, fishing in the pocket of his uniform shorts for loose change.

Robin and Dustin finally noticed that you two were no longer with them, turning to rejoin you. “Steve, what are you doing?” You asked, looking at him like he was crazy.

“Uh, it’s a quarter,” he muttered to himself, “hey do you have a quarter?” He asked, eyes darting to everyone in the group.

“You sure you’re tall enough for that ride?” Robin inquired sarcastically, and you laughed as you fist bumped her. You were so glad you had someone else that was just as good as you at keeping the boy’s ego in check.

“Quarter!” He shouted, and you rolled your eyes as you tossed him one. He frantically spun back around, shoving it into the coin slot as the horse started rocking up and down.

“You need help getting up, Stevie?” You asked and Steve tried not to get flustered at the double entendre buried within your words while he shushed you.

“Will you all just shut up and listen?”

You sighed as all of you quieted down, listening to the little jingle the ride played out while it ran. Something about it seemed way too familiar, and your brow furrowed as you tried to figure it out, looking between Robin and Dustin.

“Holy shit!” The younger boy finally spoke up, quickly pulling his backpack off his shoulders and searching for the tape. He finally found it and hit play, all of you listening to the music echo back into the quiet mall.

“I don’t understand,” Robin shook her head.

“It’s the exact same song on the recording,” you spoke up, the reality of it all finally sinking in.

“So? Maybe they have horses like this in Russia.”

“‘Indiana Flyer,’?” Steve spoke up, reading the scrolling script on the side of the ride, “I don’t…I don’t think so. This code…it didn’t come from Russia. It came from here.” For as dense as Steve usually was, this time he was right. The four of you stood in silence, listening to the music ring out through the empty corridors of Starcourt Mall, the light and lilting tune taking on a darker and more sinister feeling.

You made eye contact with Steve and you could see the worry in his eyes too. There was something very wrong with all of this…and of course Dustin was the common thread bringing you all into it.

***

Steve was crouched behind a fake plant, regretting nearly all the life decisions he’d made that brought him to this point. Dustin sat beside him while you and Robin stayed back at the shop to tend to customers.

“See anything?” Dustin asked.

Steve held up his binoculars, looking around the crowded mall, “uh, I guess I don’t really know what I’m looking for.”

“Evil Russians,” Dustin responded, as if it was so incredibly simple.

“Yeah, I guess I don’t know what exactly evil Russians are supposed to look like.”

“Tall, blond, not smiling. Also, look for earpieces, camo, duffel bags, that sort of thing,” Dustin responded. Damn, this kid had his shit together, Steve thought, always impressed by the young boy’s intelligence.

Steve nodded, continuing to scan the mall when he noticed a couple on the second floor. “Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me. Anna Jacobi is talking with that meathead Mark Lewinsky! Whatever happened to standards? I mean, Lewinsky never even came off the bench!” He grumbled.

“Dude you are the worst spy in history, you know that? Give me those,” Dustin scolded, grabbing the binoculars from Steve, yanking his neck to the side in the process. “Besides I don’t get why you’re looking at other girls when you have the perfect one right in front of you.”

“Seriously, if you say y/n one more time—“

“Y/n….y/n, y/n, y/n y/n, y/n,” Dustin cut him off.

“Dude, just stop. You don’t get it, okay?” Steve grumbled. Dustin made it sound so easy, but after eight months of kind of almost being together, Steve was struggling to just commit. You were intimidating, even after two years of knowing each other the way that you did.

“It doesn’t seem that complicated to me. You clearly like each other, I know she spends the night at your house, just ask her out already!” Dustin said impatiently. He was tired of watching you pine after one another day after day. It was honestly sickening.

“I can’t just ask her out! She’s not like that…I-I don’t even know if she wants that. I don’t know that she wants me. And I can’t just outright ask her, no, that would just be way too pathetic after all this time,” Steve rambled on, not really sure why he was engaging in this conversation with the boy. Dustin didn’t need to know anything about the nature of the relationship between the two of you. He was a loudmouth and Steve didn’t really trust him not to accidentally let the content of this conversation slip out in front of you.

“Steve. She likes you. It’s about the most obvious thing on the face of planet earth. And if there’s one thing I know, it’s that if you don’t ask her out now, she’s going to move on. She’s not going to wait around for you forever, you know.”

“What is that some stupid shit you learned at Camp Know…Nothing?” Steve taunted. He knew he was being an asshole, but he couldn’t help getting defensive. He knew he was making mistakes. He didn’t need some fourteen year old to tell him.

“Camp Know Where, actually,” Dustin corrected before continuing, “and it’s shit I learned from life. If I hadn’t made a move with Suzie, then we never would’ve gotten together, and she’d probably be dating somebody else by now.”

“Oh, yeah, you mean ‘hotter than Phoebe Cates’? Yeah, that Suzie. Oh and let’s think about how exactly did you score that beautiful girlfriend?” Steve asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he scratched his head to feign contemplation. “Oh yeah. With my advice because that’s how this works, Henderson. I give you the advice, and you follow through, not the other way around, alright pea-brain?” Steve spat as he grabbed the binoculars back. This kid fucking sucks.

While the boys were botching their spy mission, you and Robin worked double time trying to serve ice cream and crack the rest of the Russian code.

“The silver cat feeds when blue meets yellow in the west. A trip to China sounds nice if you tread lightly,” Robin repeated for the tenth time, staring at the notebook with the translated code. You groaned, burying your head in the pages of the Russian to English dictionary. This was going to kill you. You could handle kicking the ass of an inter dimensional monster, but this…this code was going kill you slowly and much more painfully.

Suddenly you heard a knock on the back door, and Robin slid through the window to get it. You figured it was the delivery you had been waiting on. You picked up the notebook, staring at the words and willing them to make sense, but to no such avail.

“Y/n, you’re not going to believe who Dustin thought was a Russian,” Steve called out to you, entering the ice cream parlor.

“No I did not!” Dustin defended himself, irritated.

You were about to open your mouth to speak when Robin flew through the saloon doors, shoving in between Steve and Dustin darting right out the front of the shop.

“What the fuck is going on with her?” Steve asked, looking at you with his brow furrowed. You stood there gaping, equally confused as you just shrugged, skillfully, hopping over the counter as you jogged out to follow her.

“Robin,” you called out to her as she turned around to face you, “what are you doing?”

“I cracked it,” she smiled.

“Cracked what?” Steve asked, him and Dustin catching up to you.

“I cracked the code.”

***

After Robin explained what the code meant, Dustin went up to the roof to do some spying. What he saw definitely did not add up to being normal day to day mall shipments and operations, but he explained that it would be difficult to determine anything because of the security at the door.

“…but unfortunately the Russian with this keycard also has a massive gun. Whatever’s in this room, whatever’s in these boxes, they really don’t want anybody finding it” Dustin finished explaining.

“But there’s gotta be a way in,” Robin reasoned, and you nodded, agreeing with her.

Steve took his hat off and tossed it on the table of the break room. “Well, you know…I could just take him out,” Steve leaned forward, crossing his arms over the table and nodding as if that was the most reasonable solution.

“Take who out?” Because it certainly wasn’t you, you thought as you asked, hoping that making him repeat himself would help him to realize how ridiculous that sounds.

“The Russian guard,” Steve reiterated, continuing as you stared at him wide eyed and gaping, “what? I sneak up behind him, I knock him out, I take his keycard. Easy.”

“Did you not hear the part about the massive gun?” Dustin asked, arms crossed.

“Yes, Dustin, I did…and that is why I would be sneaking,” Steve emphasized as if that made any damn difference.

“Tell me this, and be honest…have you ever actually won a fight?” Dustin shot back.

“Alright, that was one time—“

You cut Steve off, thinking back to his bruised and battered face the first time you’d knocked on his door, “Twice. Jonathan. Year prior.” Dustin pointed at you, raising his eyebrows, eyes still locked on Steve’s.

“Listen, that doesn’t count.”

“Really, because it looked like he beat the shit out of you…” the boys continued arguing, Steve trying desperately to make it seem like he had the upper hand on that occasion, which you knew was a complete lie.

Suddenly, Robin stood up, running to the front and taking all of the money from the tip jar.

“Robin! Hey, Robin, what are you doing?” Steve asked as you all followed her to the front.

“I need cash.”

“Well a third of that’s mine! Where’re you going?” He replied exasperated. He was getting real damn tired of this shit.

“To find a way into that room—a safe way—and in the meantime, sling ice cream, behave, and don’t get beat up. I’ll be back in a jiff!” She shouted out before darting to her left. You stammered, watching her leave before you decided you couldn’t stand another minute stuck with the two boys before taking off after her.

Steve was calling after you, but you didn’t care. You were glad you were at least somewhat in shape, as you quickly caught up with Robin.

“Y/n? What are you doing?” She asked.

“I’m going with you.”

“But you don’t have a bike,” Robin argued as you pushed open the door for her, the two of you exiting onto the parking lot.

“No, but Dustin does,” you smirked, pulling his bike from the bike rack, “it’s not like he’ll be going anywhere.”

Robin shrugged and the two of you took off towards the square.

“Where are we going?” You asked her, not sure why she was fleeing Starcourt and needed all of the tip money.

“County Recorder’s Office. They’ll have blueprints for the mall, the floor plans, the duct work, everything. That’ll give us our way in.”

You laughed in excitement, impressed by Robin’s intelligence as you both picked up the pace on your bikes. It was probably a sight to behold; two girls in sailor uniforms biking their way through Hawkins.

By the time you got back and explained everything to the boys, they were eager to get to work. Steve quickly got up from his chair, going to the small storage room in the back and grabbing a toolkit from the top shelf and a ladder. He quickly set it up, climbing up it to start unscrewing the vent cover. He placed the screw driver in his mouth as he removed the panel, speaking around it to ask for a flashlight. You found it strangely attractive, as you stood there looking up at him.

“Y/n, he said he needs the flashlight,” Dustin nudged you. You shook your head to clear the thought away taking the screwdriver from him while you handed him up the flashlight.

“Yeah, I don’t know that any of us are gonna fit in here, it’s like…super tight,” Steve said, pointing his flashlight down the ducts. He knew one thing for certain, his six foot body definitely wasn’t making it. He thought about your curvy frame, knowing damn well you weren’t going to fit either. You have too good of an ass to fit in there, he thought, descending the ladder.

“I’ll fit. Trust me, no collar bones, remember?” Dustin spoke up, Steve handing him the flashlight.

“Excuse me?” Robin asked, clearly concerned and confused by the boy’s statement.

“Oh, he’s, uh…yeah he’s got some kind of disease. It—it’s chry…chrydo, um…something. Yeah, I dunno, he’s missing bones and stuff; he can bend like Gumbo,” Steve attempted to explain.

“It’s cleidocranial dysplasia and Gumby,” you corrected both of his blunders respectively.

“I’m pretty sure it’s Gumbo,” Steve replied confidently, you rolled your eyes while Dustin started yelling from the vents.

“Steve, shut up and push me!”

“Okay,” Steve threw up his hands, making a face to mock the boy, “I’ll push ya,” Steve added as he grabbed Dustin’s legs to shove him forward.

“Not my feet dumbass; push my ass!”

“What?” Steve asked, confused.

“Touch my butt! I don’t care!” Dustin yelled, tired of being stuck in the vent. The boys continued bickering as Steve’s shoving went no where, when you heard the ringing of the bell, seeing the familiar face of Erica Sinclair through the window, Scoops Ahoy’s most notorious customer.

“Ahoy? Sailors? Get over here and serve me some samples!” She shouted, her tone dripping in attitude and sass. You and Robin made eye contact, clearly thinking the same exact thing.

“Great minds,” you whispered before pushing through to the front room. You redirected your focus towards the small girl in front of you, “hey, Erica! Could you maybe help us out with something real quick?”

“What could you costume-wearing bozos possibly need my help with?” She shot back, and the fake smile you had plastered on your face quickly fell as you glared at the small child.

“If you want any more free samples, I would suggest you just take a look.”

“Fine,” she sighed, stepping around the counter.

“Great! All I need you to do is tell me if you think you can fit through that air vent,” you explained as you guided her to the back grabbing the flashlight off the table and handing it to her. She climbed up the ladder and looked, and you all held your breath as you waited for her to respond.

“Yeah, I don’t know,” she said, climbing down and turning to face you.

“You don’t know if you can fit?” Dustin asked.

“Oh, I can fit. I just don’t know if I want to,” she crossed her arms.

“Well, what’s the problem?” Steve asked. His voice was gentler than it normally was when the kids were being difficult. Seeing that he might have a soft spot for Lucas’ little sister made your heart skip in your chest.

“The problem is, I still haven’t heard what’s in it for Erica.”

Steve sighed, shoving past Dustin and going to the front, quickly making an elaborate sundae. Once he finished, he moved around the counter, walking over and placing it at a booth. Honestly, this was the best he’d ever attempted at actually doing his job, you thought as you all moved to join him. She sat down across from him, inspecting the sundae before pushing it back towards him, “more fudge, please.”

He pressed his lips into a line and quietly got up to go fix the girl’s ice cream. You stepped up to follow him, baffled by the fact that he hadn’t yelled yet. This was the fourth time she’d sent him back.

Steve was angrily remaking the sundae by the time you moved around the counter, deciding to just start over since her ice cream had already started to melt. You could tell he was seething, and you bit your lip to avoid laughing.

“Steve?” You asked hesitantly.

“What?!” He shot back, his jaw set in the angriest expression you’d ever seen him wear.

“It’s just, I’ve never seen someone make an ice cream sundae so aggressively before, and I’m starting to get worried because you haven’t yelled yet,” you replied. He sighed, hanging his head as he pressed his hands against the edge of the counter, taking a deep breath before standing up.

“Well, I can’t just yell at her, now can I?”

“I don’t see why not. You yell at all the kids…all the time,” you reminded him.

“This is a very different situation. For starters, she’s like ten. I’m not going to yell at a literal ten year old. Secondly, we actively need something from her, so the second I yell at her, she’s just gonna say no and then we’re screwed, okay?”

He did have a point, but you could overhear her sass from across the room and really didn’t know how Steve had been able to hold back. You were extremely patient, all things considered, and you were seconds away from yelling at the girl.

Robin darted over to the counter leaning in smiling. “She finally agreed!”

You and Steve looked at each other hesitantly. You weren’t sure if it was a good or a bad thing. You had no way of knowing what you were getting yourself into and you could help but feel guilty bringing Erica into it all. Steve was definitely feeling the same way, but he reached over to grab your hand under the counter where Robin couldn’t see, giving it a tight squeeze before he nodded.

Now you just had to wait for the mall to close.

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a/n: thank you for reading! I’m looking forward to writing the next part which will likely have a little more originality to it. Remember to comment and reblog! I love hearing what you guys think <3

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vase-of-lilies · 10 months

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Sunday, Funday

❀ Mommies!WandaNat x Little!reader (f)

❀ MD/LG dynamics, fluff, forehead kisses🥺, featuring Pietro!

❀ Request: mommies!wandanat having a fun day with little!r

❀ A/N: Thank you for the request, @fragilepuppi! I have adored and absolutely loved all of your requests so far. So thank you so so much! Sorry it took so long to post, I had written it but just hadn't posted it yet! But I hope you like it! This is a part of the Into the Tiny Verse series:)

“Mommy!!!! Mama!!!!!! Its Sunday!!!!!!!” You happily whisper-shout as you jump onto Wandas and Natashas shared bed.

Unbeknownst to you, they were already awake, smiling to each other as they hear your pitiful attempt to be quiet in their room as you try to sneak up on them. Natasha is a spy, if she can hear a pin drop in a room full of talking and dancing people, then she can hear your soft pattering feet against her carpet.

Wanda on the other hand, she knew you were coming in for the soul fact that she is emotionally connected to you. Her telekinetic abilities sensed that you were awake, and in need of something but felt your presence come closer to her. She knew you were on your way.

Once you climbed onto your mommies bed, they pretended they were asleep so you could have the pride of giving them the element of surprise. Natasha smiled and kissed your forehead as you smushed your way in between her and Wanda, and you smiled up at her.

“S’sunday mama! We gotta go have fun!” What you meant by that was a tradition that Wanda and Nat started with you where every Sunday the three of you would go out to get ice cream and go to the secluded park that stark built just for you and Peter. Your favorite part of the park was the tire swing that was connected to the large weeping willow surrounding the park. You could swing on it all day if you had the chance!

Your mommies helped you get ready for the day, helping you into your favorite pink, ruffly dress, the one with the bunny eating a carrot on the front, sat your wiggly body down on the couch to help you get your shoes on, and finally your jacket that you were stubborn about putting on. “But m’gonna get hot, mommy!” You whined as Wanda gently pulled your arms through the holes of your jacket.

“Sweetheart, its raining outside and its only 60 degrees. You are wearing your coat or we will have to have a fun day at home.” Wanda said in a stern but gentle voice. You sighed and nodded in understanding as she zipped your jacket up to the top. The two women smiled at your appearance and took a sweet little picture of you, grumpy face and all.

“Alright, do you want Peter to come with us?” Natasha asked, and you immediately shook your head.

“No! Only wan mama and mommy,” you looked up at them and they looked like they were waiting for something else. “Please?” You finished, remembering to use your manners. Wanda smiled and held out her hand.

“Alright, just us three! Lets go get your ice cream, and then we can go to the park. Sound good my little one?” She says and eagerly take her hand, pulling her to the door. Natasha shakes her head with a chuckle and follows along, getting her wallet ready for all the sprinkles you want on your [your favorite ice cream flavor] cone you get. As you skip along the hallway, they look at you in adoration, taking each others hands as they walk behind you.

Leaving the compound was easy as everyone knew about yours and Peters ‘situations’. And with how powerful the avengers were, no one questioned what was going on. Sure some people gave judgmental looks, but they didn’t care. All it took to get someone running away was a glare from Nat and a glow-of-the eyes from Wanda. They took care of you and protected you with everything they had.

As you got to your favorite Ice Cream parlor, you smiled up at the ice cream man. He was your favorite person to see other than your mommy and mama, of course! His name you didn’t know, but all you knew was he gave you extra ice cream scoops when your mommies were not looking. Wanda knew him personally and gave him a hug every time she saw him. They kind of look alike… you thought to yourself. But you shook off the thought and continued to watch as he poured extra sprinkles onto your cone.

By the time you had gotten to the park, your face was covered in icy goodness and your hands were a sticky mess. Luckily Wanda was prepared and brought some water and soap, quickly cleaning you up before you went to play. Immediately when you were let go, you ran straight to the tire swing. It was like the playground didn’t even exist! Wanda and Nat followed you, knowing exactly what you were going to ask for next.

As if on cue, you ask “Mommy? Mama? Can you p’ease push me? Wanna go sup’ high!”

With a big smile, Nat takes the first push, Wanda sitting down on the swing first and you happily climbing onto her lap. She wraps her arms around your waist and holds you against her tightly, not wanting you to fall off. Natasha pushes you both, the swing starting to move front and backwards. Your belly filled with butterflies as you soared through the air on the swing, your smile never falling! Your mommies loved it when you smiled like this, not a care in the world. Nothing could stop you form being this happy in this moment. Except one thing…

“Ok little one, its time to go home,” Natasha said, an hour later as you were now swinging alone while Wanda sat down on the bench. Your brows furrowed and you shook your head, holding onto the ropes of the swing with an iron grip. Natasha sighed and slowed the swing down, thinking to herself how cute you are, yet how stubborn and unwilling to leave something you loved behind for a couple days.

“Noooooo, wan’ stay here forever…” you say weakly, getting sleepy from playing so long. Your mommies knew that it was time for your nap, and you knew it too but was having too much fun. Wanda gathered your things, and stood up. Walking over to the swing she knelt down.

“Come on baby, we gotta get you down for your nap. Look how sleepy she is, Nat I don’t think that Bubbles would be too happy napping alone at home.” She brought your stuffy into this and your eyes watered.

“Don wan bubbles to be alone!” You said, jumping off the swing and into Wandas arms. She smiled and gently kissed your head, letting you fall asleep in her arms as she carried you back to the compound. As your head laid on Wandas shoulder, Natasha watched over you two from behind you, watching you like a hawk. Your hand hung against Wandas back and Nat took that opportunity to clasp a charm bracelet around your wrist, a small token of their love to you, and a little surprise for when you woke up.

Opening your nursery door, you felt Wanda lay you down in your bed, and you whined. You wanted to stay with your mommies, and nap with them. “M-mommy mama….” They knew you were too little to form any sentences now, so they obliged to your silent command and took you to their bed instead, Bubbles’s fluffy paw clenched in your fist. As they laid down with you, Wanda smiled at your sleeping form, sighing as you finally hit your dreaming state.

“We need a better way to have her listen when its time to go…” Wanda said to Nat, who fully agreed with her.

“Until then, lets just stick with bubbles being lonely without her. She has the biggest heart and would hate to keep him waiting. I bet she will wake up and want Bubbles to have a bottle too.” Natasha chuckles and wraps her arms around you and Wanda, relaxing into the bed with you and her wife in her arms. All safe and sound.

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jangofettjamz · 5 months

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Bullies

Tara Carpenter x Autistic!Male!Reader

Summary: Your crush, Tara Carpenter, saves you from your bully.

Words: 1630

Y/N POV

Another day, another lecture. Our film studies class is filled with aspiring film directors, snotty film students who think they're better than everyone else because of their "elevated taste in movies" and then there's film nerds like me and a few others I know.

There's Mindy and Chad Meeks-Martin, nephews of their late uncle, Randy Meeks. We became friends not long after they came here. They recently came to New York from Woodsboro after an incident involving a couple who tried to create a movie that would revive the long dead horror franchise: Stab. Nuts I know.

Among Chad and Mindy was someone I found to be astoundingly beautiful, as if created by the gods themselves, Tara Carpenter. I've had a crush on this girl since I first laid my eyes on her. She's truly beautiful in every way, though I don't think she'd ever go for a guy like me.

Everytime I've had the chance to speak to her she's always been incredibly welcoming and really nice, she even got ice cream with me one time.

She never talks about what happened back in Woodsboro, but I never pry for answers which she appreciated alot, I can't imagine your best friend trying to kill you over a stupid movie.

I haven't told her that I have autism, and I don't know if I can. Everyone that I have ever known has been turned away from me after I tell them about my condition, I doubt she would be any different, even if she is very nice to me.

My bullies knew about it though, I don't know how but they definitely knew and they constantly mock me for it calling me "freak" or "spaz" just to name a few.

The lecture went on for what seemed like hours; my eyelids slowly closing to pull me into the comforting darkness of sleep. Unfortunately, that was interrupted when I felt a spitball hit the back of my neck from one of the boys in the back with his group of friends laughing alongside him: my bullies.

I sighed, this unfortunately, was the the norm for me here, the laughing stock of the college, the weirdo who can't talk to anyone because he's to shy to make friends. I was an outcast to everyone, and those boys sure took advantage of that.

I was about to try and move, but not after I noticed Tara staring down the boy who shot his spit at me, the fire in her eyes resembled that of Scorpion from Mortal Kombat, I was half expecting her to throw a kunai at the boy and shout "GET OVER HERE!!!" but that's just my imagination running wild, as usual.

The boy immediately sat down and shut up after that, not gonna lie I would too, I don't think I've ever seen her so upset.

The bell rang indicating that class was finished, I immediately scurried out of there to try and avoid those boys as quickly as possible, evasion was a specialty of mine after being bullied so much. I ignored everything the lecturer told us and swiftly made my way to the corridors.

I walked through the corridors holding my notes securely in my arms, the judging states by some of the students not going unnoticed by me. I decided that keep my head low would be the best course of action to avoid any potential trouble from one of the students; walking faster to get to get out of here as hastily as possible.

I found the door to the door outside, my fingers grazed the handle but then... "HEY FREAKSHOW!" I heard behind me, the sound that emanated from his shout echoed across the corridor, bouncing across their walls.

He walks towards me with aggression "Jackson..." I say quietly, not wanting to escalate the situation further, though that was inevitable.

He grabbed me by the collar, "You think you can just embarrass me infront of Tara like that?" I looked at him with confusion. I had enough of his shit

"Embarrass you? You embarrassed yourself when you decided to spitball me, I mean c'mon Jackson what is this, 1986? Besides i highly doubt she's into you anyways." I don't know where this confidence came from but it was immediately gone when I felt immense pain on the right side of my face from, what I can only assume, a punch.

I stumbled back and fell flat on my ass, another punch came soon after, and then another, and then another. Seven punches we're thrown my way, my vision was blurry and I could barely feel my face, I saw a faint figure wearing pink coming towards us.

Tara POV

"JACKSON" I shouted, he stopped immediately and looked at me. "What do you think you're doing beating him up like that, have you no sense of shame for what you're doing?" He looked at me confused, as though he thought I'd appreciate this.

"I'm just showing Y/N here why I'm better than him and proving why I'm the perfect man for you Tara." He winked at me, he actually winked at me, gross.

I slapped him in the face infornt of everyone then kicked him in the balls, a barrage of laughter erupted from the corridor leaving his friends speechless and him curled up on the floor in pain holding his balls. I knelt down to him and whispered in his ear.

"If you ever come near Y/N again, you're dead. Do you understand me?" No answer came, only pained whimpers. "I SAID DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME!" I shout. "Yes yes, please don't hurt me I'm sorry!" He cried, what a pathetic excuse for a human being, beating on someone for being 'weak' then behaving like this when someone stands up to him.

"Get the fuck out of here Jackson, and your friends" he ran away holding his balls, his friends following behind him; cowards, all of them. My attention turned to Y/N, who was pretty banged up from Jackson. He was crying and curled up in a ball, all eyes were on him but no one dared to make fun of him, not after what just happened to Jackson.

I kneel down to his level and console him, he thrashed my arms away thinking it was Jackson. "Shhhh it's okay Y/N, it's me Tara. It's okay now, everything's gonna be okay." I cooed softly in a calming tone. He opened his eyes and met my gentle brown ones.

I opened my arms for him "c'mere sweetheart" he threw himself into my arms and cried into my shoulder, poor baby. I've always had a crush on him and seeing him this upset broke my heart. "Let's get you out of here, yeah?" He nodded into my shoulder and I walked him out of the corridor; away from everyone's prying eyes.

Once we were outside I sat him down with me on a bench, still holding him close. "It's okay Y/N, it's just you and me now. Are you okay?" He shook his head, he was just pummeled in the face of course he's not okay, stupid question Tara.

"Why does he hate you so much, sweetie?" I ask, genuinely curious as to how someone could hate this magnificent boy. He opened his mouth to speak.

"Um... I have autism." He says, averting his eyes away from me as if I'd hate him for it.

"Is that it? That's why he bullies you?" I ask and he nods, what a piece of shit, to hate someone because they were born with a condition, and he thought I'd date him. He begins to cry again

"Please don't hate me, you're really nice to me and one of the only people who treat me with any kind of respect, I don't want to be bullied anymore!" He sobbed out, I held him tight against my chest which became wet with his tears but I couldn't care less about that.

He was shaking in my arms, those boys really tormented him. "Oh honey, I could never hate you for that. In fact, I've had the biggest crush on you since we met, you're so smart and sweet, you're so passionate about the things you like, you're so kind to everyone. Mindy's been bugging me to ask you out for the longest time."

He pulls back and looks at me utterly confused. "Really? You like me?" I reassure him "

I like you very much sweetie, and I'm honored that you told me about your autism, that's not an honor I take lightly." He smiled brightly, blush spreading across his cheeks. "There's that beautiful smile" I cooed.

"I've had a crush on you since we had ice cream together, you're very beautiful Tara." He said, now making me blush.

"Can I kiss your cheek sweetie?" I ask, not knowing whether he's comfortable or not. He nods and I plant a gentle kiss to both his cheeks, his smile could light up an entire city.

I wipe away the rest of his tears and hug him tightly again. "You're mine now Y/N, and I'm yours. You're safe now honey, no one will harm you ever again." I kiss his forehead and rock him gently in my arms.

"Thank you, Tara." He says quietly, he's been through hell and I'm glad I pulled him out of it.

"Don't thank me baby boy, you deserve to have peace. Just rest now, sweet boy. I've got you, everything's gonna be okay" I whisper, holding him closely, listening to the birds chirp as I rock him while sitting on the bench. After Woodsboro and what happened with Ritchies family a few weeks ago, I thought my life was gonna be bleak and miserable...

Turns out I was wrong.

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gh0stsp1d3r · 10 months

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Could you maybe do an angst abt O’Hara and reader but they have a kid and in their universe the kid gets sadly killed and reader blames herself for not being able to save her while Miguel is fighting the villain but she wake up 😧 and Miguel starts to comfort her abt her dream

Promises

Soft Miguel ):, fluff and angst, miguel being the best girl dad ever, I love this song sm you guys don’t understand Mac Demarco is the best

“Alright, alright, c’mon, we gotta go back home. It’s getting late. Papa will be home.” You said, looking down at your daughter as you held hee hand.

“Yay!!” She said, and smiled.

You didn’t actually know if he’d actually be home, but it was the only way she would listen. She loved you, of course she did, but she really loved her dad.

“Mama, you don’t need to hold my hand. I’m a big girl.” She huffed. She was only 6, growing up too quick.

“Alright then, big girl.” You let go of her hand as you guys walked towards the apartment.

Once you reached it, you opened the door and Gabriella walked inside first, you shut the door and looked around the apartment. He wasn’t here.

You frowned, and sighed.

“Mama, I thought you said that Papa would be here…?” She looked at you.

“He’ll be back soon-“ as soon as you said the words, the door opened behind you. He carried a bag of groceries in with him.

“Papa!” She yelled, running up to him with a huge smile. Her growing fangs on display.

He smiled at her tiredly, picking her up. “Someone’s happy.” He laughed and kissed her forehead.

“And look at that, your fangs are growing.” He said, looking at her teeth.

“They are, and soon I’ll be just like you daddy.” She giggled as she got put down on the floor.

“Look what I got..” he pulled out a tub of ice cream, looking at you and back at Gabriella with a smirk.

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Miguel tucked in Gabriella, kissing her forehead again.

“Buenas noches. Que sueñes con los angelitos.”

(Good night. Sweet dreams.)

“Buenas noches. Te quiero papá.”

(Good night. I love you dad.)

He smiled and turned to leave the room. You were waiting outside the door.

You both went into your guy’s room, and slipped out of your clothes and into pajamas, which was sweatpants and an old t-shirt for him.

You both went into the bed, and talked for a while. Laughing and just enjoying each other.

“Goodnight, my love.” He mumbled.

“Goodnight.” You kissed him, and you soon fell asleep.

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The rain pounded on the window outside, the man holding Gabriella held a gun to her head. You cried and begged for him to stop, as the other man held his arms around your neck.

“One step and I’ll shoot her.” He said, looking at Miguel. Miguel looked at you and then back at his daughter.

He looked back at Gabi, eyes red under his mask, and fangs full on showing. He ran over to her, when a loud ‘bang!’ Was heard.

All you could see was Miguel scream “Gabi!” And then run after the man, before you woke up.

You quickly sat up, looking around and breathing heavily.

Miguel was still sleeping, and you had to just look. Just in case.

You quietly walked out to your daughters room. Heart thumping against your chest. What if the dream was a sign? What if she really isn’t there? You peeked into the door, and she was still there. Thank god.

You sighed in relief and went back to the room. Miguel started to stir when you went back into the bed. You sat up and stared at the wall for a while, just thinking. It was just a dream, but still, it could be real.

“Y/n.. What’s wrong..?” He mumbled in a raspy voice when he stirred awake, and looked at you. You looked at him.

“Nothing. I just had a dream.” You mumbled, and laid down again.

He put his arm up, and leaned his head against it.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s just… in the dream.. Some guy had Gabi, and then he..”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“But Gabi’s still here, isn’t she?”

“Yeah…”

“Exactly. She’s fine, and she will be fine. I’ll always be here to protect the both of you, and i’d never let anything happen to you.”

“Promise..?”

“Promise.” He smiled at you, and grabbed your cheeks, you both kissed.

“Now go back to sleep. Love you.” He said, laying down again.

“Love you.” You smiled at him, and laid down as well.

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talesofesther · 2 years

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Tales of a love between the lines

Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: Sometimes the thing we want most is right in front of us, and Steve might be just that for you; all you have to do is see what he's been showing you for a long time.

A/N: Look at me falling for the pretty boy. He's a sweetheart in this, honestly, but when is he not? Anyway, this ended up way bigger than I intended, but I love it nonetheless.

Masterlist

The bathroom tiles were cold against your feet as you exited the shower in a hurry, almost slipping and faceplanting the floor. Waking up early was never your strong suit, especially on a Monday.

You put on your jeans whilst already fumbling through your closet for a shirt, feeling droplets of water drip from your hair and down your bare back. You heard a car parking in front of your house and cursed under your breath as you caught a glimpse of the time on your bedside clock.

Pushing open the curtains, you waved at Steve from your window. "I'm almost ready okay? Give me five minutes." You chuckled at the way his eyes widened and he avoided looking at you upon seeing you with just a bra on. You met Steve at the beginning of high school, it was your first year and his second one. He proved you very wrong when he turned out to be a nice guy to have around, and you both have been inseparable since. Steve had graduated last year, and now it was your final year. Despite not needing to, he still always took you to school.

Steve felt heat creeping up to his cheeks as you disappeared inside your house again, he huffed out a nervous breath, gripping tightly onto the steering wheel.

Eight minutes passed and he saw you quickly walking out the door and towards his car. The lovesick smile that came to him was natural, as he saw you adjusting the backpack over your shoulder and running a hand through your damp hair.

"I'm sorry I kinda lost track of time." You threw your backpack on your feet as you sat down and pulled the seatbelt on.

"Eh don't worry, we're just a few minutes behind." Steve turned the keys, the car rumbling as he drove away from your house. "And I had a feeling that would happen." He turned around and pulled a paper bag from the backseat, handing it to you with a soft smile.

Your skin prickled as your fingers grazed his, taking the brown bag from him. You opened it and closed your eyes in bliss at the smell of a freshly baked croissant. "You're an angel, you know that right?" You reached out a hand and squeezed his knee in gratitude, feeling your stomach turn pleasantly at his attentive gesture.

Steve only chuckled. His mouth went dry every time you looked at him like that, giving his poor heart hope for something he knew would never happen.

The drive to school was a quick one, just about enough time for you to finish eating and fix up your makeup in the sun visor mirror.

You had about ten minutes before class when you arrived, Steve parked on the outskirts of the parking lot. You straightened in your seat as your eyes landed on your boyfriend; he was sitting on the hood of his car, a blonde girl a little too close to him as he talked to his friends.

The gaze of your friend beside you was heavy, he looked between you and the guy outside who should be the one picking you up. Despite Steve thanking the gods every day that he was the one who got to drive you to school, he still wanted you to be happy. Despite his feelings, he was your best friend first.

The words 'do you truly like this guy?' went unsaid again.

_____

Starcourt mall was buzzing with life, there wasn't a day when it was any different. People came in and out of the many stores, holding their bags and spending money carelessly. The bright and colorful signs almost made you feel as if you were entering a new era.

You walked amongst the commotion, stopping in front of a few stores to look through the clothes on display; most of the extravagant outfits made you cringe. Your feet carried you towards a certain ice cream parlor, the visits to the mall were starting to fit into your routine.

On a weekday, there weren't many people who fancied an ice cream, only two of the booths were occupied. You smiled to yourself as you walked towards the counter and caught a glimpse of a sailor's uniform in the backroom.

Dinging the bell once, you waited for him to appear. Five seconds passed and you dinged it two more times, already grinning to yourself.

"Yes yes, I'm going, geez-" Steve threw the door open with an annoyed frown; that quickly disappeared once he laid eyes on you. "Look who it is." He chuckled.

"Your favorite customer." You raised your chin proudly, the smile never leaving your lips.

Steve pointed at you with his scoop, making his way to you. "You wish."

"Come on pretty boy, you know why I'm here." You teased.

Steve opened the ice cream freezer, scooping up your favorite flavor that he knew by heart. He glanced at you with puppy eyes. "To see me?"

You leaned towards him on the counter, biting your lip with a smirk. "You wish." Your voice was low as you repeated his words back to him.

Steve averted his gaze from yours, a shiver running down his back at your tone. He held up the ice cream cone to you, waving a dismissive hand when you reached for your wallet. "This one is on the house."

"No Steve, I'll pay-" you started to object.

"What? I can't treat my favorite customer?" He twirled the ice cream in front of you with an innocent smile.

Your heart fluttered on your chest, making heat rise to your cheeks. Slowly taking the ice cream from him, you said quietly; "charmer."

"I'll see you tomorrow." You gave him a wink before walking out of the shop, secretly thinking of his enticing smile with each bite of your ice cream.

"Wow, it's worse than I thought."

Robin's voice from the window just behind Steve broke him from his trance of longingly watching you leave. He glared at her, but the pink color on his cheeks told her all she needed to know.

_____

You closed your eyes tightly, phone gripped between your fingers. The cold air coming through the open windows was biting at your skin and making you restlessly move from one foot to the other to try and create warmth. Damn you and your inconvenient lack of an extra coat.

The blasting music made it hard for you to hear if the phone was even ringing; you twisted the wire attached to it in anxiousness, watching as the colorful lights illuminated your body. Your lower lip wobbled, you didn't know if it was because of the tear tracks down your cheeks or because you knew that, despite the phone being in a more secluded part of the house, people were still looking at you.

"Hello?"

His groggy voice on the other end of the line eased your beating heart. "Steve, I'm- I'm sorry to be calling at… I don't even know what time it is." You mumbled to yourself.

"Y/N?" You shouldn't have been surprised that he instantly knew it was you. The next two seconds of silence on his end let you know he picked up on your hoarse voice as well, even with the music. "Don't apologize okay? What happened, are you okay?"

"I- I just…" You bit your lip whilst thinking back to what you saw a couple of minutes ago. Deep down you knew that what you felt for your now ex-boyfriend could never be called love, but catching him making out with some random girl still hurt nonetheless.

'You're a slut.' He had the audacity to say. 'You spend so much time with that Harrington boy I figured I could use some fun myself.'

You had felt all the eyes in the house staring at you, judging you and not him. Girls whispered in each other's ears and guys laughed with their friends. It soon dawned on you that he was never loyal, you never mattered. After-school practices were an excuse, you could remember the way his teammates glanced at you with false pity in the school corridors. Tutoring classes with the prissy girl from your year were never really for studying. You felt dirty.

'He doesn't deserve you.' Steve's words kept ringing inside your head.

"I found him with someone else Steve, he didn't even care to hide what he was doing." You choked on your tears as you told him, feeling another one running down your cheek.

You heard Steve mumbling curses at his end of the line, then the jingling of his car keys. "Stay where you are, okay? I'm on my way."

You didn't have much energy to argue, making your way outside to wait for him after ending the call. You shivered as you stood on the sidewalk, looking up at the sky where a few lonely stars peeked through the clouds. You knew for a fact that Steve lived at least 20 minutes away from where you were. He arrived in 14.

He didn't bother to close the door as he got out of his car, the street lamps illuminated his pajama pants in the dark night. You stifled a teary chuckle.

Steve made his way to you with quick steps, he didn't say anything, pulling you into a comforting embrace as soon as he was inside your personal space. His arms closed tightly around your waist, holding you securely against him as he lowered his head to your shoulder. For a moment you wondered who was more desperate; you or him.

You held onto his shoulders as if he was the one thing keeping you sane, inhaling the sweet scent of his shampoo that never failed to calm you down.

No questions were asked as he drove the car away from the cursed party. The strong grip he kept on one of your hands was enough, for you and for him. You didn't say anything when he passed your street, closing your eyes momentarily and leaning against the window as he drove further towards his own house.

It was in his nature to be protective, you figured that now more than ever. He wouldn't let you out of his sight so soon. You had no complaints.

The night was spent without dreams, if they happened, you couldn't remember. You woke up with a thin strip of sunlight shining into your eyes. It took you only a few seconds to remember what happened, yet a lazy smile came to your lips as your gaze roamed around Steve's messy room. You clutched the covers to your chest; they smelled like him.

You were alone in his bed though, you knew for a fact that he had slept uncomfortably on the couch downstairs.

As you got up from the bed you remembered that you had changed into one of Steve's sweaters and sweatpants last night. Because you didn't really foresee staying here, he lent some of his clothes to you when you insisted you needed a shower before bed.

The smell of freshly made pancakes started to invade the bedroom, you quickly ran your fingers through your hair, not bothering to do more than that to fix the mess.

The wooden floor felt slightly cold through your socks when you walked down the stairs. Coming to a stop on the archway that lead to the kitchen, your eyes landed on Steve in front of the stove. He turned it off and moved to the counter right beside him, neatly placing the pancakes on a plate. You watched the muscles on his back move beneath the black shirt, giving you a fleeting desire to walk over and slide your arms around his waist. You kicked yourself for those thoughts, Steve was too precious for you to mess up with your feelings.

He turned around nibbling onto his lower lip, balancing two plates of pancakes in his hands. His face lit up like a Christmas tree when his eyes landed on you. "Hey good morning, I didn't hear you coming."

You gave him a tight-lipped smile, gripping at the ends of the sleeves of your sweater which was a few sizes too big on you.

"I made some breakfast, if you're hungry." He motioned proudly towards both plates that now rested on the table. A blush came up his neck and to his cheeks at the sight of you with his clothes. He could feel his hands sweating.

His voice was shy, as was his gaze on you. It was unusual, it made your heart flutter. Steve was unlike anyone you've ever met before.

_____

"Okay, Steve, stop fumbling with that. You're only making things worse." Your gaze settled on him through your mirror, watching as he tried to adjust his tie on the other side of your room.

His frustrated groan made you chuckle, you finished tidying up your hair and walked toward him. Your heels clicked on the ground as you walked, feeling the slightly uncomfortable silk of your dress on your skin.

It was your graduation night, a big moment that you were not quite ready for; mainly because you would be giving one of the speeches. For someone who hates talking in front of crowds, that was plenty of reason for wanting to give up on the night altogether.

Steve convinced you to attend anyway, promising you would regret it later if you didn't go. And seeing him in a full-piece black suit came as a bonus to you.

You raised your hands to his chest with a smirk, gently yet expertly threading your fingers through the fabric of his tie and tightening it in place. Your hand lingered, smoothing out his blazer and enjoying the closeness.

It had been a good two months of this back and forth, yet Steve's breath got caught up in his throat every single time. Just like now, with you so close that he could just duck his head down and…

"You look beautiful." The words slipped from his mouth before he could think them through, he winced just before your eyes met his. The boundaries seemed to be changing, and he never knew if he was overstepping or being too slow.

Your lips parted, you met his eyes without fear and Steve could hear the beating of his own heart.

"You don't look too bad yourself, Harrington." The lipstick accented your smile. Steve felt his knees almost giving out. He prayed his hands weren't too unsteady when you grabbed one of them, guiding him out of your room.

There was something magical about walking through the school's gymnasium doors at night, dressed in an expensive dark dress and with your arm linked with the one of Steve Harrington.

A few gazes turned to you momentarily, this time however, you felt quite proud to be watched.

Steve was nothing short of a pure gentleman the whole night, with a hand lingering on the small of your back at all times or with his fingers loosely intertwined with yours; he served you drinks and told you time and time again how tonight's fairly lights accented your features. Part of you knew he was pleased with himself to be proving you wrong, showing you how a girl should be treated. Part of you wished he was doing it with intent, showing you how he wanted to treat you.

When the time came for you to give your speech, Steve was standing right beside you, behind the makeshift stage. He held your hands between his own in reassurance.

"Hey, you got this. You've rehearsed it to me back and forth about a hundred times." Steve told you, his lips close to your ear. His thumb was moving softly over the back of your hand.

You huffed, foot tapping the ground to soothe your nerves. "Yeah, but what if my mind goes blank up there? Or I mess up a word and become the party joke?" You glanced up at him with a pleading gaze, begging him to get you out of there and away from the commotion.

Steve pursed his lips in the sweetest smile. With a timid hand, he pushed loose strands of hair behind your ear. "You'll do great, just take a deep breath and focus on me if you want to, I'll be right there."

The tone of his voice sent a pleasant shiver down your back. You closed your eyes, taking the first deep breath of many.

"I know they're gonna love you almost as much as I do."

Your eyes snapped open at his words. You looked up at him in surprise, and by the way his throat bobbled with a gulp, you figured he was surprised too. You almost forgot about your speech, focusing on the pink blush coming to Steve's cheeks.

Words didn't come fast enough for you. One of your teachers dragged you away from him and up onto the stage before you could say something, not that you trusted your voice anyway.

A minute passed and it was time for your speech, you walked to the front of the stage with nervous steps; clutching the microphone to your chest a little too tightly. The school gym felt deafeningly quiet.

Amongst the crowd of faces staring up at you, a familiar one stood out, right at the front, as close as he could get. Your eyes locked with Steve's and you felt ten times calmer. He nodded at you, eyebrows raised and with a small smile, urging you on with the confidence you lacked.

A shaky breath left your lips when it finally dawned on you that you loved him too, much more than you thought you already did.

Your eyes only left him a couple of times during the speech, just enough for it to not be weird. And every time you felt your stomach turning with nerves, you glanced at him and he shot you a comically enthusiastic thumbs up.

It went better than you thought it would. Steve always made it work.

After exchanging pleasantries with your teachers, you made your way through the crowd, molding yourself amongst the bodies of other students as the music started playing loudly to continue the party; the main lights dimmed, the fairy lights across the ceiling doing most of the job on keeping the place illuminated.

Steve met you halfway, his huge smile was insanely contagious as he wrapped you up in a quick hug. "You did amazing! See? I told you it'd be a piece of cake."

You chuckled, burying your head on his shoulder. As you pulled back, you kept him close with your hands clasped on each side of his blazer. Your smile faded slightly, making him frown. "Did you mean it?" You cut right to the point, your voice mixing with the music in the background.

Steve cleared his throat "Uh mean- mean what?" He was stalling, he knew it and you knew it. His hands around your waist fumbled with the fabric of your dress in lingering fear. He could take being rejected by the random girls, but not you.

"Before, you said you loved me." You gulped, pursing your lips before locking your gaze with his. "Did you… Mean that? The way that I think you did?" The way that I hope you did.

"I-" Steve stammered, his lips hovering open as he looked at you as if you held the power of keeping his heart in one piece or not; his eyes big and vulnerable, you saw them glistening. "Would it be too bad if I did?"

Your fingers gripped his blazer tightly. There was no masking the way your face lit up in a mixture of happiness and affection. "No, not bad at all." You breathed out, moving your hands up and behind his neck.

Steve didn't have much time to react as you pulled him down, your lips landing on his, your fingers tangling in his hair. He could feel goosebumps passing through his body. His arms encircling your waist and finally, he thought to himself, finally being able to hold you the way he dreamed of.

The party around you was like a distant noise, tuned out for you when the only thing you felt was the way he was gently kissing you back.

It took him saying the words for you to fully realize both his feelings and your own. But as your nose brushed his, and you felt his smile against your lips; you knew that he had been showing his love to you for a long, long time. And it was time for you to do the same.

You figured the kiss was a good enough start.

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stainedstardom · 1 year

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Hi Abbs!!!

imagine ethan and reader going on an icecream date and reader having a bit of ice cream on her lips and ethan wipes it off while smiling and both of them being whipped for each other

(can be any food i just picked ice cream as an example 🫶🏼🫶🏼) ignore it if you want it’s ok

nonnie i love you so much for this one, this is so cute. 2nd ethan request!!!

ICE CREAM LIPS

ethan landry x fem!reader

y/f/i/c : your favorite ice cream

"okay best ice cream flavor, go" i told the boy who sat next to me, we were supposed to be studying for a chem quiz but my head hurt and I felt like I was going to either cry or my head was going to explode, either way I needed a break and what better then my lovely boyfriend sitting in front of me

"y/n come on you have to do this" he said trying to write down the notes but I wouldn't budge. i fell back on the bed with a groan

"but its so boring e. we have 5 days for prepare for this can't we please just take a short break?" I asked as I rolled over to look at the boy.

"oh dont look at me like that" he stated and I smirked softly. i knew the look, I knew exactly what look he was talking about.

"what look? im not giving you a look" I exclaimed and he shook his head and sighed. he closed the book and stood up , he held his hand out to me

"alright lets go get you that ice cream flavor, by the way rocky road is the best" he stated as he held my hand and we began to walk to the known ice cream shop near our dorms.

"literally no fucking way, its obviously y/f/i/c" i exclaimed and he laughed as he shook his head. we got to the ice cream shop and he opened the door for me

"why thank you sir" i said in a posh accent and he laughed

"youre welcome m'lady" he exclaimed and we walked to the counter. he got rocky road and I got y/f/i/c. we walked outside and sat at a table.

i began to lick my ice cream and look around.

"y/n" he called and i turned my head to him.

"yeah?" i asked as i licked the ice cream again and he smiled at me

"you have a little something" he said as he pointed to my lip, I went to wipe it off and as i looked at my thumb, there was nothing there. i raised my eyebrows as i looked him in the eyes and he laughed.

"ill get it" he said and he leaned as he kissed me and got the ice cream off of my lips with a kiss. we smiled into it and when he pulled away, he leaned his forehead on mine.

"you had ice cream lips" he said softly and i laughed as I leaned in and I kissed him again.

"im okay with that as long as you kiss me ever time I have them" I whispered into the kiss and he laughed softly

"i will" he stated and he continued to kiss me.

it felt nice, i hoped it would never end

A/N: I actually had so much writing this, I know its not exactly what the request is but I couldn't help myself. i hope you enjoyed. i also didn't know how to end it but I hope you liked it

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shmaptainwrites · 27 days

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ahhh guys it’s a part 2 to love you three! it ended up being a little more hurt comfort than i expected but still more content of our cute little family 🥹

Pairings: James Wilson x fem!Reader

Warnings: some family insecurities

Three, Four, Five

“Benny!” you spun around and shoved your hands in your pockets, seeing no sign of your son anywhere. “Hey, sweetheart, have you seen Ben anywhere?”

James shrugged his shoulders, but his eyes pointed behind the kitchen island, discreetly giving his son’s position away.

“Oh, that’s just too bad I was going to ask him what he wanted for dessert tonight,” you said in a clear loud voice, and just like you predicted, little Benjamin came running out from the kitchen almost so fast you couldn’t scoop him up in your arms when he arrived at your feet.

“Can we have ice cream?” he asked eagerly and you laughed, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“After dinner and after we finish this project you have to do for school.”

“Dad, do I have to?” Ben whined and James gave him a look saying,

“What do you think, squirt?”

“Why don’t you want to do it?” you asked, putting him down on the couch and sitting next to him, James closing the fridge and joining you in the living room, the faint sound of your other two children playing in the room filling the rest of the quiet house.

“No reason,” he shrugged and you and James both looked at him skeptically.

“What’s the project?” James asked.

“A family tree,” Ben sighed and you looked up at James with a hint of sadness past your eyes.

Not knowing what to say initially, you let your husband take the lead of the situation as he hummed in thought, standing up from where he sat on an armchair to come join you both on the couch, sandwiching Ben between you.

“So there’s no reason you don’t want to do the project so then why don’t you do it?” he attempted to point out the fallacies in the young boy’s logic, seeing if that might speak to him.

“Cause it’s boring,” Ben said, looking up at his dad.

“So that’s a reason then, right?” James continued. “Are you sure that’s the only reason?”

“You know you can talk to us about anything, right Benny? That’s what dad and I are here for.”

Ben was contemplating his options before leaning back in the couch and softly saying,

“Derek says you guys aren’t my real parents.”

You frowned when you heard what he shared, knowing this conversation might come up eventually, but you didn’t expect kids to be so cruel so young.

“What do you think?” James asked.

Ben pursed his lips and moved them around in thought.

“I know I’m adopted,” he reflected. “But does that mean I can’t put you on my family tree? Because we’re not related?”

“Benny, we’re not related like Derek is to his parents, but we’re still related,” you wrapped an arm around him and gave him a squeeze.

“How?” Ben asked curiously.

“Well cause we’re a family,” you smiled. “That’s our connection to each other and it doesn’t matter that it doesn’t look the same way as it does in other people’s families.”

“And we have some cool stories to go with it too,” James added. “Have your mom and I ever told you about how we met you?”

“How you met me?” Ben chuckled. “No, I don’t think you have.”

“Well we’d have to go back about seven years ago,” you started.

“Yeah a time where dad’s back didn’t have issues and mom didn’t need glasses to read everything,” James added, making Ben laugh and you roll your eyes. “It was a pretty cold night, wasn’t it?”

“Snowing outside,” you nodded. “I got a call from your auntie Lisa telling me there was a small baby in the emergency room and they needed my help to make sure he was okay.”

“Was that me?” Ben asked.

“You bet,” you nodded. “So I ran downstairs from my office and when I got there I saw you all bundled up in one of the nurse's arms while they checked you up. I went over and offered to take you and when they put you in my arms I could have sworn it was magic.”

“How was it magic?”

“You know how sometimes moms and dads talk about how they feel when they hold their baby for the first time?” you asked and Ben nodded. “I felt that with you, because I think deep down I knew that you were going to be my baby.”

“It was love at first sight,” James said. “Just ask your grandparents how they felt when me or your uncle Danny were born. We felt the exact same way when we saw you.”

“So you felt the same with me as you did with Amy and Nate?”

“The absolute same,” James nodded. “We love them just as much as we love you.”

“Which is a lot,” you added with a nudge.

Ben seemed to be feeling better about the whole situation, but with a bit more thought he found himself with one more question.

“What do I do if someone says you aren’t my real family?”

“That’s a good question,” you pursed your lips. “Any ideas, Jamie?”

“You could tell them it’s too bad they think we aren’t your real family because no matter what they think it’s not true,” James said simply. “You’re our son and you’re Amy and Nathan’s big brother, nothing someone says is going to change that.”

“Change what?” Amy asked, walking into the living room from the hallway, Nathan trailing behind her.

“That I’m your brother,” Ben said.

“Yeah, no duh,” Amy rolled her eyes like it was the most obvious thing in the whole world, making you all laugh. “Who said you’re not our brother? They’re really stupid.”

“Amy, language,” you chastised.

‘She’s right’ James mouthed in your direction and you tried to stifle another laugh to not encourage her.

“Come here you two,” James motioned for the kids to join you on the couch, picking Amy up and placing her on his lap while you helped Nathan sit next to you.

“What are we doing?” Nathan asked after a moment of silence, looking to his twin sister for answers.

“We’re trying to have a nice family moment, Nate, you gonna cooperate?” James teased and reached over to tickle his youngest son who squirmed and squealed with laughter while Ben and Amy tried to come to his aid, eventually overpowering him and tickling him right back.

“Alright, alright kids, give your dad a break, we still need him in one piece,” you put your hand on Ben’s shoulder, pulling him back a little and then moving Amy's hands away from James’ neck where she was still earnestly trying tot tickle to avenge her twin brother.

“Thanks honey,” James leaned over and you shared a quick kiss. “Love you.”

“Love you too,” you smiled before looking at your three kids and they all knew what was coming. You and James each pressed a kiss to either side of Ben’s face saying,

“Love you three,” before moving onto Amy with “Love you four,” and finishing with Nathan and “Love you five.”

You looked over at James with a grateful look in your eyes and you both thought maybe Ben’s project could wait until after dinner and a nice big bowl of ice cream.

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