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Extreme Proof – Steve Harrington

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My heart sank into my stomach when I looked up and saw Nancy Wheeler walking up to the ice cream counter. My stomach turned when I realized that it was Steve's turn at the cash register. I couldn't help but watch their interaction. They seemed. . . Perfect.

Steve and Nancy always seemed perfect. His smile was different. His laugh was different. His whole demeanor and attitude were different when he was around his ex-girlfriend. And I couldn't help but wonder why he settled for me.

I knew Steve and Nancy when they were dating. Well, I didn't know them know them. I grew up with them. I was in the same grade as Nancy and lived next to Steve and his parents. After they broke up, I could instantly tell that it had a bigger effect on Steve than it did on Nancy. She quickly moved on. He didn't.

Later that year, I started working at the ice cream shop within the new mall. I ended up being trained with Robin. Two months later, I trained Steve. It took him almost a week to recognize me as his neighbor. Once he made that connection, he put more of an effort into being nice to me. It wasn't until one night when the three of us got high while pretending to complete inventory that things finally escalated between us.

~ • ~

"Are you sure we should be doing this?" Robin giggled. Her laughter made Steve and I laugh.

"Probably not," he shrugged.

"Definitely not," I corrected. "But who cares?!"

All three of us started laughing harder. All of a sudden, Robin jumped up and ran into the other room complaining about being hungry. I looked over at Steve, both of our laughter stopping. I cleared my throat and turned away from him, taking a puff. Without looking at him, I handed the blunt to him. He took it but didn't let go of my hand.

"I'm really sorry, Y/N," he whispered.

"For what?" I asked, forgetting why I wasn't looking at him.

"For forgetting you," he explained, his voice still soft.

"Steve," I sighed, finally pulling my hand out of his.

"Y/N," he quickly said, stopping me from walking away. "We spent our entire childhoods living right next to each other. I constantly looked over."

"You did?" I said, even though I had told myself not to respond.

"Every time I looked over at you, you guys always looked so happy," he said, maintaining perfect eye contact. "You ate dinner together. You watched movies together. Your dad helped you with your homework. You spent every weekend helping your dad with yard work and helping your mom with housework. I was so jealous."

"Why?"

"You guys did everything as a family," he said. "And all I wanted was to be a part of it."

"A part of it?" I repeated. "Why would you want to be a part of my. . ."

Steve leaned over and cut me off by pressing his lips to mine. My mind was too cloudy for me to make any sense of this. So, instead of making sense of it, I gave in. I started kissing him back and things slowly escalated. We probably would've gone the whole way if Robin hadn't literally fallen into the room.

~ • ~

After that night, I didn't work the weekend. Another teenager asked for extra hours and I gave up mine. Monday, when I finally went back to work, I walked in and instantly made eye contact with Steve. Before either one of us was forced to fill the awkward silence, I went to the back room and found my name tag. I turned around and was about to walk back out when I suddenly wasn't alone.

~ • ~

"Steve," I gasped. "I was just. . ."

He cut me off by grabbing my hands and pulling me closer. "I think we need to talk."

"We really. . ."

He cut me off again by pressing his lips to mine. I was clear-headed and still didn't hesitate to kiss him back. As our lips moved in sync, I let out a small chuckle. My laugh made Steve slowly break the kiss.

"What?" He asked with a small smirk on his face.

"I seem to see a pattern developing," I teased.

"And what pattern is that?" He asked as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

"From what I can remember from last Thursday," I smiled, "you seem to only kiss me when you want me to shut up."

"First of all," he started to list off, "there are worse ways to tell someone to shut up. And second, that's not the only reason I kissed you."

"Really?" I couldn't help but ask.

"Of course it's not," he whispered. "The truth is Y/N, I have feelings for you."

My heart jumped into my throat as Steve stared at me with soft eyes. "You do?" I whispered, not sure what else to say to him. "Since when?"

"Since we were kids," he said simply.

"All that time?" I stuttered. Steve smiled as he reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear.

"All that time."

~ • ~

Things changed after that. Steve took me on lunch dates, rearranged his work schedule so we were on the same shift, and even came by the days he didn't work and I did. As good as everything was for us, I couldn't shake this feeling that something was hovering over us. It didn't take long for me to figure out what was hovering over us.

When it got too painful to watch Steve take Nancy's ice cream order, I turned around and instantly grabbed the broom from the storage closet. I kept my back to the counter as I swept the floor. When I was done, I instantly started cleaning tables.

"I thought I was on cleanup duty," Robin said. I didn't dare turn around. I didn't want to watch Steve make Nancy's ice cream sundae. I heard Robin sigh before she grabbed my hand. She took the rag and tossed it onto an empty booth before dragging me to the small lounge we had back behind the counter.

"Talk," she demanded.

"About what?"

"Don't play dumb," she sighed. She lowered her voice as she continued, "I know what you're thinking, Y/N. Steve is not in love with Nancy."

"It's just. . ."

"He's not," she cut me off. "Steve and Nancy happened a long time ago. He's so much happier now, Y/N. Now that he has you."

"I can't help but. . ."

"What?" She pushed me when I didn't continue.

"I can't let go of the feeling that Steve still has feelings for her," I confessed. I looked up and saw Steve and Nancy still talking at the counter. "See?"

Robin turned around and sighed when she saw my boyfriend talking to his ex-girlfriend. "I'm sure you're reading into it," she stuttered. "I mean. . ."

I didn't hear whatever excuse she was struggling to come up with. Instead, I went to the back freezer and started unloading random things. I jumped when two arms wrapped around me.

"You know I love you, Robin," I said, trying to tease, "but not like that."

"Ha ha," Steve laughed sarcastically as he spun me around. His smile faltered when he saw the look on my face. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah," I cleared my throat. "Why wouldn't it be?"

I walked away and reached down, picking up a tub of our new flavor that's been selling fast. Steve walked over, gently grabbed it out of my hands, and placed it back on the shelf.

"What's going on, baby?" He asked, his voice lowering to a whisper.

"It's nothing," I stuttered, matching his tone.

"Robin told me."

My stomach dropped. I pulled my hands out of his and instantly wrapped my arms around myself.

"Baby," he sighed, gently grabbing my arms and pulling me closer. "We've talked about this. There is nothing between me and Nancy anymore."

He started to lean in to kiss me, but I gently stopped him. "We should get back to work," I said softly. I started walking out of the freezer, but he grabbed my wrist.

"No," he said firmly. "Y/N, we need to talk about this. We have talked about this. I know you think you aren't good enough for me, but, baby, you need to get passed those insecurities."

"Get passed them," I scoffed, stepping away from him. "Like it's so easy. Tell me, Steve, how easy was it for you to get past your insecurities with high school and being known as Steve "the Hair" Harrington? Not so easy, huh?"

"That's not fair," he sighed.

"You don't get it," I said, my voice breaking. "Nancy. . . She's. . . Nancy Wheeler is everything that I'm not."

"Except for one thing," Steve quickly interjected. "She isn't the girl I want to be with. She's not you, Y/N. And I want to be with you."

"You have to try to understand, Steve. This isn't easy for me. I mean. . . I've never had a serious boyfriend before and. . . Seeing you with her. . . It's not easy on me, okay? It just. . ."

"What?" He asked a little too harshly. "Try and explain it to me, Y/N."

"I can't," I whispered. "And if you can't understand it then. . ."

"Then what?" He sighed, clearly losing his patience with me.

"Then maybe we shouldn't be together."

Before he could agree with me or fight for me, I turned on my heels and ran. I ran out of the ice cream shop, out of the mall. When I got outside, I stopped for a brief second and let out a small scoff.

It was raining.

"Of course," I mumbled. I looked around, my eyes landing on the payphone. I ran through the rain toward the payphone. I grabbed some coins out of my pocket and called my brother.

"Speak!" He answered.

"Eddie," I said, my voice breaking.

"What happened?" His whole demeanor changed. "Y/N, what's wrong?"

"I think. . . I think Steve and I just broke up."

"What?!" I covered my mouth to muffle my sob as Eddie continued to angrily mumble. "I swear I am going to. . . It'll be the last thing. . . I'm gonna kill. . . Wait, what happened?"

"Nancy came into the shop today," I said, my voice shaky.

"Y/N," Eddie sighed. "Steve is not still in love with Nancy. It's all in your head."

"But you didn't see them together, Ed," I instantly defended myself.

"Look," he said gently, "I know you've had your issues with your self-confidence and with constantly comparing yourself to Nancy Wheeler, but, you gotta stop. It doesn't matter that Steve and Nancy used to have a thing. He's not with her anymore."

"He's with me," I cut him off. "I know. I know. But it's not like it was his choice."

"What are you talking about?"

"She broke up with him, Eddie," I said, my voice dropping.

"So?"

"That doesn't mean he stopped loving her."

"Y/N," he sighed. "I believe Steve when he says he doesn't love Nancy anymore. Why don't you?"

"Because why would he want me?" I yelled, finally letting out all my insecurities and frustrations. "I'm boring, Eddie. I don't have any friends. All I do is go to school, come home, do my homework, and go to bed a 9. Why would Steve "the Hair" Harrington fall for someone as boring as me? I'm not smart. I'm not funny. I'm not beautiful. I'm not enough for him, Eddie. Why does no one else understand this?!"

I slammed the phone back onto its receiver and turned around. Usually, Steve takes me home from work, but I had to get out of here. I saw the bus at the bus stop and instantly started running towards it in hopes of catching it.

One minute I was running through the rain. The next, I was falling. As I landed, I hit my head hard. I tried to think. I tried to sit up. I tried to move, but it was like I was frozen. Soon, the world started to spin. It wasn't long before the darkness took over. But right before it did, I thought I heard someone yell my name.

"Y/N?!"

* * * * *

I woke up a little while later being warmer than I was when I first fell asleep.

"I told you, Eddie," I heard my Uncle Wayne sigh, "she hit her head pretty hard. She may be out for a couple of more hours."

"She's awake," I heard Steve say with a small chuckle.

"How do you. . ." Eddie didn't finish his question when he turned around and saw me watching them. I was back in my room and the three of them were standing in the doorway.

I smiled when Eddie ran to my side. He was already sitting next to me and holding my hand by the time Uncle Wayne walked into my room.

"How are you feeling, kiddo?" He asked me.

"Okay," I shrugged. "I think. I mean. . . I'm a little confused."

"You slipped," Steve said, his voice softer than normal.

"What?" I stuttered.

"You were running toward the bus," Steve explained as he slowly walked into my room. "With the rain and the puddles, you slipped. I walked out of the mall right as you fell. I ran over to you, but you were barely conscious."

"Oh," I said under my breath. Suddenly, a thick tension fell between the two of us. If it wasn't for that tension, I would've laughed when Uncle Wayne hit Eddie's arm.

"We'll give you two some privacy," he said as he practically dragged Eddie out of my room. As soon as it was just us two, Steve sat on the edge of my bed.

"We need to talk about this," he said softly. "I can't stand the idea of you thinking you're not good enough for me."

"I just. . ."

"Please," he gently cut me off. "I need to say some things and I need you to hear them, okay? You are enough for me, Y/N. You are the perfect girl for me. I know you struggle with my and Nancy's friendship. If I could make it better for you, I would. The only way I can start to make it better is to tell you that I am completely, one hundred percent over Nancy Wheeler. I am also completely, one hundred percent into you. I don't know why you think you're not enough for me, but you are. You are enough, baby. No one is better for me. You make me extremely happy. You make it so I don't have to be fake. If I'm not happy, you know it. If I'm struggling, you know what to do to help me. I promise, Y/N, there is nothing between me and Nancy. Not anymore. Not ever again. I haven't had feelings for her for a long time. You make me happy. There is no one in this world I would rather be with than you."

With tears streaming down my cheeks, I grabbed his face and pressed my lips to his. He instantly wrapped his arms around me and kissed me back. Every insecurity, every worry, disappeared as we kissed. Steve broke the kiss, both of us breathing heavily.

"I don't just want you," he whispered. "I love you."

"I love you too," I said, my voice breaking. My smile fell as I continued, "I'm really sorry, Steve. I never should've. . . I shouldn't. . . I was wrong. I should've believed you when you kept telling me you were over her."

"It's okay," he soothed. "But next time, promise me that you'll talk to me if you ever feel something like that again. Please, baby. Promise me."

"I promise."

Steve smiled as I pulled him toward me and laid down. That night, I fell asleep with Steve's arms wrapped tightly around me.

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allthingsfangirl101 · 11 days

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A Blast From The Past – Joe Keery

Joe's POV

I ignored Andy as he rambled through my schedule for the day. I was already aware of everything I had to do. I resisted rolling my eyes as the make-up lady finished touching up whatever they put on my face.

I continued to ignore Andy when I noticed someone over the make-up lady's shoulder.

"Who's that?" I said, under my breath. The girl looked over her shoulder and smiled before turning back to me.

"That's Y/N," she explained as she instantly went back to fixing my face. "She's our photographer. She's extremely talented, really relaxed, and just a blast. You'll like her."

"I know her," I mumbled as the make-up girl left.

"What?" Andy asked, finally not looking at his phone.

"I know her," I repeated.

"The photographer? How the hell do you know her?" He laughed. "She's the hottest and most-wanted photographer in all of LA. It's nearly impossible to get a session with her."

"She was my neighbor growing up," I said, my voice still barely audible. "Her family lived next to mine our entire lives. I remember looking out my window and seeing her reading a book on her bed. That's the last time I saw her."

"When was this?" Andy asked, his voice changing.

"The day I left for Hollywood."

I could still remember how beautiful she looked. I couldn't remember what book she was reading, but I remembered the small smile on her face.

"Did you ever talk to her?" He asked with a slight laugh. His smirk faltered when he saw the look on my face. I cleared my throat and looked away.

"No," I said under my breath. "Not anything more than small pleasantries in passing."

"Pity," Andy said, his tone changing. "Well, this shoot is supposed to take all day."

"So?" I asked, clearing my throat.

"Now's your chance," he said, patting my shoulder. I gasped when he pushed me toward her. I tried to object when he started to introduce me.

"Y/N, it's wonderful to meet you," he said in his overly sweet manager voice. "This is. . ."

"Joe Keery," Y/N chuckled as she handed her camera to an assistant and walked over to me.

I gasped when she wrapped her arms around me. When I snapped out of it, I wrapped my arms around her waist.

"It's been a long time," she said as she pulled out of our hug.

"It has," I replied, not knowing what else to say to her. "It's good to see you," I stuttered. "What have you been up to?"

She sent me a teasing smile before gesturing around us. "Right," I said, laughing awkwardly. "Your dream came true."

"It did," she said slowly. "I can't believe you remembered that."

I cleared my throat and looked away. Andy was watching us and sent me an encouraging smile as he mouthed something. I opened my mouth to stumble out the first thing that came to my mind when someone came jogging over.

"Umm. . . Ms. Y/N?" The assistant stuttered.

I couldn't help but notice the Ms.

She sent me a small smile before turning to the assistant. "What's up, Betty?"

"Well. . . You see. . ."

"Betty," she elongated.

"I can't find your memory card," she blurted out. I was confused when Y/N laughed.

"Relax, sweetie," Y/N soothed her. She reached into her pocket and pulled something out of it. "My camera gets changed through so many hands, so I always keep the memory card in my pocket to keep it from getting lost or stolen. Alright? Breathe, girly. I got it."

Betty let out an audible breath before turning on her heel and running away. Y/N turned back to me with a small smile. She sent me a shrug before sighing.

"Let's do this," she said sweetly. My stomach jumped into my throat when she sent me a wink. I watched as she walked away and was instantly swarmed by people.

"Hurry up, Mr. Keery!" Y/N chuckled.

"Right behind you, Photographer Y/N."

* * * * *

Throughout the photo shoot, I couldn't seem to relax. With Y/N behind the camera, I was more self-conscious than I'd ever been during a photo shoot in my entire career. I tried my hardest to make myself look more relaxed than I felt.

"Alright," she smiled at me, slowly lowering the camera away from her face. "I think we're good."

"Really?" I asked, slightly disappointed. I wasn't sure when and if I'd ever see her again. "Are you sure?"

"Do you doubt me?" She teased.

"No," I said a little too quickly. I cleared my throat, forcing myself to calm down. "I was just. . . Never mind."

Y/N laughed as she took out her memory card, slipped it into her pocket, and handed her assistant her camera. She started to walk away but stopped next to me. She grabbed my arm and whispered, "It was really good to see you, Joe."

"You too," I said, hoping I didn't sound as shaky as I felt. I gasped when she stood on her toes and kissed my cheek.

Before I could even wrap my head around what she did, she walked away. When I finally snapped out of it, I turned around instantly coming face-to-face with Andy.

"What?" I asked, confused when I saw the look on her face.

"You had it bad for her, didn't you?" He smirked. I rolled my eyes, looking away from him to hopefully hide my reddening cheeks. I looked back at him when he laughed. "I get it."

"Don't," I warned as I walked to the trailer they set up for me. The entire time I changed, I kept debating asking Y/N to dinner.

Andy was right. Growing up, I was basically obsessed with Y/N. I never had the nerve to talk to her, let alone ask her out. Whenever our neighborhood had a party or a barbeque, Y/N and her parents were always there. I wanted, more than anything, to have the nerve to talk to her. I wished every time I saw her that we were closer.

"Hey," Andy said as he walked in without even bothering to knock. "You ready?"

"Yeah," I said, clearing my throat. "I just. . . I'll meet you at the car. I gotta. . . I gotta do something before we leave."

"Hope it doesn't have to do with Y/N," he said, still looking at his phone.

"What do you mean?"

He looked up, his eyes softening when they saw my expression. He sighed before explaining, "She left, Joe."

"When?" I quickly asked.

"A few minutes ago." He paused before adding, "You know, you might be able to catch her in the parking lot."

Without another word, I ran out of the trailer. I ran all the way to the parking lot, searching for Y/N. I was so distracted by my search, I didn't notice the person until I physically ran into them. My instincts kicked in and I grabbed them to keep them from falling. I looked up and my breath and heart jumped into my throat.

"Whoa," Y/N chuckled. "Slow down, action star."

"Sorry," I stuttered, quickly letting go of her.

"Where are you rushing off to?"

"I umm. . . I was. . . To you," I finally got out.

"Me?" She asked, still slightly teasing. "What did I do?"

"Nothing," I said a little too loud and a little too quickly. "I wanted to catch up to you because I was wondering. . ."

"You were wondering. . . What?" She repeated when I didn't continue. Her teasing smile softened when I struggled to answer her. "Joe? Is everything okay?"

"Yeah," I said, sounding a lot more relaxed than I thought I would sound. "It was really nice to see you again, Y/N, and I was wondering if you would like to go get dinner or maybe drinks and catch up."

My chest tightened when Y/N's beautiful smile slowly returned. "I'd love to, Joe," she said. When she said my name it sounded absolutely perfect.

I felt extremely relieved when she agreed. That relief turned quickly back into panic when I realized I had to get through a meal talking to her without stuttering like an idiot.

"I'm free now," Y/N said. "What about you?"

"You hungry?"

"Starving," she chuckled.

Now comes the really hard part.

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allthingsfangirl101 · 17 days

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*Sexy Secrets – Steve Harrington

Warnings: teasing, turning-on tease, public sex, sneaking around, language

I walked back into the front of the store after grabbing a box of candy from the back. I smirked when I saw Steve on the phone.

"What, to hang out with you and Eddie "The Freak" Munson?" I heard Steve scoff on the phone. I smirked when I got an idea.

"Uh, yeah, I'll pass," Steve said to most likely Dustin.

As he listened to Dustin argue about something, I walked up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist. I started kissing his neck causing him to suck in a breath. Dustin continued to beg Steve to do something while my hands slowly slid down his stomach.

"I gotta call you back," Steve said quickly as I slipped my hands into his pants. He grabbed them and turned around.

"Y/N Munson," he elongated.

"What?" I asked, faking innocence.

"You can't do things like that," he sighed, loosening his grip on my wrists. "Especially when I'm on the phone with someone who shouldn't know about us."

"You were talking crap about my brother," I shrugged.

"I'm sorry," he said, his whole demeanor changing. "I was just. . . Dustin's been hanging out with him a lot since I graduated and I guess I'm a little jealous. I know it's stupid but. . ."

"Steve," I cut him off. "I was just messing with you. I don't care how you see my brother. I've grown up with him. I've had people trash-talk him. I've had people be nice to me to impress him. I've heard it all. Believe me."

He sighed as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me against his chest. I dragged my hands up his chest before wrapping my arms around his neck.

"I'm sorry, Y/N," he sighed. "I didn't mean. . ."

"Don't," I cut him off again. "Please, Steve. Don't."

I stepped out of his hold and turned around, walking toward the box of returns. I grabbed it and slowly started going through it.

"Y/N," Steve sighed as he jogged over to me. He took the box out of my hands and stepped in front of me.

"Don't," I said, lowering my voice. "My entire life, I've been compared to Eddie. I've been judged, ignored, made fun of. The list goes on. All because of my weird brother who is in the same grade as me but shouldn't be. Everyone, and I mean everyone, has treated me differently because of my brother. So please, Steve, don't do the same."

I started to walk away again but he grabbed my hand. "I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to do the same. I didn't mean to make you feel like that. I'm sorry, Y/N. Let me make it up to you."

"How?" I sighed. My breath got caught in my throat when Steve smirked at me. He pulled me close, his face inches from mine as he whispered his answer.

"You're working the closing shift tonight, right?" He asked under his breath.

"Yes," I whispered. I gasped when he started kissing my jawline. I leaned my head back, unable to stop the moan as he started exploring my jaw.

"Good," he grunted as he moved to my ear. "So am I. And something tells me it's going to take longer than normal."

Steve quickly pulled away when the bell above the door rang, signaling a customer.

"To be continued," he whispered. I giggled when he pinched my ass before going to help the customer. It took me a few minutes to get my head back on straight. It didn't help that Steve kept looking over at me and dragging his eyes up and down my body with his sexy smirk on his face.

When the customer finally left, I practically ran over and grabbed Steve's hand. He didn't say anything, just laughed, as I pulled him into the corner of the store where the cameras couldn't see us.

The second we were there, I grabbed his face and smashed my lips onto his. Steve laughed as he started kissing me back. We let out matching moans as we slowly started to get rougher. I gasped, breaking the kiss when Steve pushed us against the wall.

"Oh Steve," I moaned as he started kissing my neck. I felt him smirk as his kisses turned to small bites.

"Fuck," I gasped when he started nibbling on my vein that always stuck out on my neck when things first started. I held back a laugh as Steve angrily grunted when the door opened.

"Son of a. . ." He grumbled. "Why do people keep interrupting?"

"Because it's Thursday afternoon, they want a movie for the weekend, and we shouldn't be making out at work," I listed off.

"Smartass," he smirked before giving me a quick kiss and going back to work.

* * * * *

I let out a sigh of relief a few hours later when the store was officially closed. I continued putting movies back on their designated shelves as Steve locked the door. I bit my lip and struggled to pretend like I wasn't aware he was walking toward me. Steve let out a small groan as he stepped behind me. I held my breath as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

"We're alone," he whispered. "Finally."

I gasped when Steve grabbed my waist and spun me around. The second I was facing him, he pressed his lips to mine. I moaned as I threw my arms around him and kissed him back. We grunted as we fell against one of the shelves.

"Steve," I gasped as he roughly broke the kiss. I gasped when he tore open my shirt and pressed his face between my breasts. "Baby. . . The cameras."

He swore under his breath before slowly pulling his face away from my chest. He kept himself close to me as we struggled to catch our breaths. With a smirk on his face, he grabbed my hand and led me into the employee lounge in the back.

The second the door closed behind us, Steve reattached his lips to mine. I threw my arms around his neck as we both let out our moans. He squeezed my ass, silently signaling me to jump. As soon as I jumped, Steve caught me with ease.

Without breaking the kiss, Steve carried me over to the couch. I smirked against his lips as he sat down with me straddling his hips. We made out in that position for a little while before Steve pulled me to his chest and laid us down. I let out a small moan against his lips as he hovered over me.

We didn't need words as we took our time getting into things. We both loved the anticipation. I held off breaking the kiss as I took off his vest. I didn't have to give in until I removed his shirt. Steve smirked down at me as he tossed it to the side.

I gasped when he roughly pressed his lips back to mine. The kiss instantly turned messy as we continued to undress. I gasped when I felt Steve roughly tear off my underwear.

"Steve, wait," I gasped, pushing on his chest. I bit back my smirk when he pouted down at me.

"Baby," he whined.

"Relax, tough guy," I teased. "I stopped us because you're forgetting something."

"What?"

Our eyes were locked as I reached behind me and grabbed something out of the side table. Steve let out a dark chuckle when he saw the condom in my hand. Without another word, Steve took off his boxers and slipped the condom on. He hovered back over me and instantly grabbed my leg, opening my thighs.

He smashed his lips onto mine as he pushed himself into me. I let out a small whine but started biting his lip, telling him to keep going. We didn't talk. We didn't need to. We've been doing this for so long, we knew exactly what the other needed to get there.

We broke apart with loud moans as we reached our orgasms. Steve hesitated before he slowly rolled to the side, staying as close to me as possible. We lay in silence, simply enjoying being with each other.

"Can you do something for me?" I asked, my voice under my breath. Steve gently shifted so we were facing each other on the couch.

"Anything," he smiled as he reached up and dragged his finger across my skin. I took a shaky breath when he used that hand to draw lines up and down my bare arm.

"Can you at least try to get to know Eddie?" I quickly continued before he could give me an answer. "I know you and Eddie don't have a lot in common, but he's my brother. He's important to me, Steve. So are you. I know our relationship has mostly been us sneaking around, but I don't want to feel like there isn't a possibility of telling people about us."

"Is that what you want?" He asked, his voice soft. "To tell people about us?"

"Yes. No. I mean, maybe?" I sighed. I looked down and slowly dragged my finger across his chest. "I don't know. The truth is. . . I really like you, Steve. And, don't get me wrong, sneaking around is a lot of fun. I mean, a lot of fun. I just, I'm getting a little tired of having to pretend we aren't together whenever our friends are around. I want to be able to hold your hand, hug you hello, and kiss you goodbye no matter who is around us."

"I didn't realize," he whispered. I waited for him to continue, but he didn't. Instead, he sat up and pulled me with him.

I subconsciously wrapped my arms around my bare chest. Steve saw this and instantly started gathering our clothes. We got dressed, still not continuing our conversation. When I was done getting dressed, I decided to leave. I was just about to walk out of the back room when Steve gently caught my wrist.

"Y/N, wait," he whispered. He spun me around and instantly stepped up so we were inches apart. "I'm sorry."

"What do you mean?"

"I didn't realize. . . I didn't even think about how us sneaking around would make you feel," he explained. "But I didn't mean to make you feel like I didn't want people to know about us. I swear, baby. I have no problem with our friends knowing about us. I just thought sneaking around was fun."

"It is," I chuckled under my breath. "And we can still sneak around when people know about us."

Steve took another step toward me, our faces even closer. He reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear, his hand lingering.

"That's true," he whispered before kissing me. Our lips moved in sync until our lungs burned. We broke apart, both of us breathing heavily. "I promise," Steve whispered. "We will tell our friends about us."

"Tomorrow," I smirked.

"What?" He asked, slightly tilting his head. I stood on my toes and pressed a messy kiss to his lips. I broke it, causing him to moan.

"Let's tell them tomorrow," I said under my breath. "I'd rather spend tonight alone. Just you and me."

"I'm right behind you, baby."

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The Basketball Coach Part 2 – Steve Harrington

Part 1

Steve's POV

It's been about a month since Y/N and I found out the truth. When Y/N told me that I was Johnny's father, I had a lot of things I needed to figure out. I instantly knew that I wanted to be a part of his life; of both of their lives. The things I had to figure out was how I would support the two of them on my small salary.

After finding out I was a father, I went back to work for my dad. It sucked but it was worth it if it meant I could spoil the woman I loved and take care of my son. Every decision I've made has been to benefit my son and Y/N. All I think about is what I can do to make their lives better.

Tonight, Johnny was at his friend's house while Y/N and I were having a date night. We got back to her house after dinner and started watching a movie. I looked down to see Y/N watching the movie as she played with my hands. My arms were wrapped around her and she was leaning back against my chest.

"The school is having a clothing drive Saturday morning," I started. "I had to sign up, but I figured it would be fun if you and Johnny came with me. We could get lunch after."

I smirked when Y/N quickly moved so she was straddling my hips.

"That sounds like a wonderful idea," she smiled. I gently put my hand on the back of her neck and brought her lips to mine. She let out a soft moan as our lips started moving in sync. We were just about to get into it when the front door opened. I held back a laugh as she quickly got off my lap.

"Johnny?" She called out as she fixed her shirt. "Is that you?"

"Yep!" Johnny said from the other room. When he walked in and saw his mom and me on the couch, he smirked.

"What's up, sweetie?" Y/N asked as she stayed on the couch but turned so she was looking at him. "I thought you and some of the boys were hanging out at Tyler's house tonight."

"We are," he said, sending me one last look before turning back to his mom. "That's why I'm here. The guys wanted to stay late playing that new game. Tyler's mom suggested we sleep over so we didn't have to drive home at 3 in the morning. Is that okay?"

"Of course," Y/N smiled. "But make sure you're back here tomorrow morning. All three of us are helping with the high school clothing drive."

"What time do you want me home?" He asked.

I smiled when Y/N looked at me. "The clothing drive starts at 10. If we want to help set up we should be there around 9."

"Okay," he said simply. "I'll make sure I'm home before 8:30."

"Thanks, baby," Y/N gushed. "Have fun with the boys."

"Will do." Johnny walked over and kissed his mom's forehead. He sent me a look before saying, "You two have fun with your sleepover."

Before either one of us could respond, Johnny ran upstairs. Y/N turned to me with bright red cheeks.

"I think it's safe to say that our son is okay with us being together," I chuckled. It was hard to ignore the feeling I had when I said our son.

"I would say so too," Y/N smiled. She leaned over and gave me a soft kiss. I deepened the kiss by grabbing her face. We didn't think about how long we'd been making out until we heard Johnny running back downstairs.

"Have fun!" Y/N called out.

"You two!" Johnny teased. "Be careful."

Y/N sighed as the door shut behind him. I grabbed her chin and gently made her look at me.

"It's okay," I whispered. "I know it's a little weird, but he's okay with this."

"I think it helps that you're his father," she whispered. "Not sure if he'd be this okay with me having a sleepover of my own if it was some random guy I'd been dating, but. . ."

"We're a family," I shrugged. "It's a big adjustment for all of us."

* * * * *

Reader's POV

As Johnny and I drove to the school to meet Steve, my mind went back to the conversation Steve and I had last night. I couldn't help it. I needed to hear it from him.

"Are you sure you're okay with Steve and me?"

"Mom," he sighed. "We've talked about this. A lot. I liked Coach Harrington before I found out he was my dad. Plus, I'd have to be a complete idiot not to see how happy he makes you."

"It's not weird for you?" I asked.

"Of course, it is," Johnny shrugged. "It's a little adjustment but I like having him around, Mom. I'm not just saying that. When he's around, it feels like we're. . . It feels like we're a family."

"I know how long you've wanted that," I whispered, my voice breaking. Johnny let out a small chuckle as he reached over and grabbed my hand.

"I promise, Mom," he whispered. "I don't have an issue with him being around a lot. I want my dad in our life."

We pulled into the school parking lot and my eyes instantly landed on Steve. As I parked, Steve jogged over to my side. He opened the door and helped me out. He gently kissed my lips but froze when he pulled away and saw the look on my face.

"Everything okay?" He asked, looking over my shoulder at Johnny.

"She asked me for the millionth time if I was okay with my mother dating my father," Johnny sighed.

"Hey," Steve warned in his teasing voice. "Don't sass your mother, young man."

"Sorry, Dad," Johnny chuckled as he jogged over to a group of his friends. Steve grabbed me and pulled me into his chest.

"I love when he calls you that," I whispered.

"Me too," he whispered before leaning in and pressing his lips to mine. I broke the kiss with a teasing push. I laughed at his pout.

"Put that pouty face away," I giggled. "We've got canned goods to sort, donated clothes to fold, and toys to organize."

A few hours later, I was writing up tax receipts for people who donated when someone grabbed my waist. I looked over my shoulder to see Steve smirking at me.

"What?" I chuckled.

"Come with me."

He took the clipboard out of my hand and placed it on the table. He then took my hand and led me out of the gym.

"Where are we going?" I giggled as Steve led me down the hallway.

He stopped in front of a science lab and sent me a wink before pulling me into the empty classroom. The minute the door was closed, he pressed his lips to mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck and deepened the kiss.

I giggled against his lips as he picked me up and gently placed me on the edge of one of the tables, standing between my legs. We broke the kiss and pressed our foreheads together.

"You think Johnny's okay out there?" I asked.

"He's fine," Steve chuckled as he leaned back and gently grabbed my chin. "He and some of the other boys on the team are helping put food baskets together."

I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him closer to me. He wrapped his arms around my waist, smiling at me.

"I don't think I've ever been this happy," he said, his voice dropping.

"Me either," I smiled. "I mean, Johnny makes me incredibly happy but it's nice not having to do it alone."

"You don't have to do it alone anymore," he chuckled. "You and Johnny never have to be alone again."

I ignored the tears in my eyes as he pressed his lips to mine. I let out a small moan as our lips started moving in sync. Things started slow but slowly picked up. Before we could get too carried away, I broke the kiss.

"Everything okay?" He asked.

"There's actually something I wanted to talk to you about," I started off shaky.

"Oh?" Steve asked, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear, his hand lingering on my cheek. "What is it, baby?"

"I've been thinking. . . What if you moved in with Johnny and me? Now, I know there are a lot of logistics we need to figure out and everything but. . ."

Steve cut me off by grabbing my face with both hands and kissing me. I reached up and grabbed his wrists but didn't pull his hands away as I kissed him back. He broke the kiss with a small moan.

"I would love to move in with you and our son," he whispered, his face inches from mine. "It would make us feel even more like a family."

Steve's POV

As Y/N helped some of the other team moms organize the clothes by size, I looked for Johnny. If I was going to go through with my plan, I needed his help.

"Hey, Johnny," I said when I found him playing with some of the toy donations.

"Hey, Dad." I ignored the feeling in my stomach when he called me that. "What's up?"

"I need to talk to you about something." I couldn't help but look over my shoulder at Y/N.

"Please tell me you're finally going to ask Mom to marry you."

"Wait, what?" I stuttered. "You really. . . You want. . ."

"Yes," Johnny laughed. "Hurry up and marry Mom. I love you guys but I'm kinda tired of Mom worrying about me and your relationship. You make Mom happy. That's all that matters to me. Plus, you're my dad. We should be a family. Officially."

I was at a loss for words. If I'm being honest, I was worried when Y/N told Johnny the truth. I was worried that he would hate that I was dating his mom or that I was his biological father. But ever since the beginning, he's been supportive.

"Want to help me with it?"

* * * * *

"She's coming!" Johnny yelled as he ran into the family room. I moved in with them three weeks ago and Johnny and I have been planning this since then.

"I'll go to Drake's house so you guys can celebrate. I'll come home tomorrow and we can have a family celebration."

"Thanks, bud," I chuckled.

Johnny ran over and wrapped his arms around me. "I love you, Dad," he whispered.

"I love you, too."

I let out a shaky breath as Johnny ran out the kitchen door.

"Hello?" I heard Y/N call from the front hallway. "Is anyone home?"

"I am," I called back. "I'm in the family room."

"Where is everyone?" She giggled as her voice got closer. "For a second I thought I saw Johnny hoping the side fence. I was starting to worry that. . ."

Y/N cut herself off when she walked into the family room and saw me standing in the middle of the room. She looked around at the photos of us and the candles spread out around the room.

"What is going on?" She asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I think it's time we officially become a family," I started my speech. I walked over, grabbed her hand, and pulled her into the middle of the room. "I love you, Y/N. I've loved you since that night all those years ago when we got drunk and hooked up. I had no idea who you were, but I constantly thought about that amazing girl. Every day we've been together has been extremely wonderful. Before we reconnected, I felt like I had a giant hole in my life. But now? I have a woman I am madly in love with and a son. There is only one thing that could make my life better."

I grabbed the black velvet box out of my pocket and knelt down on one knee. I smiled when she gasped and covered her mouth with both hands.

"The only thing I'm missing is having my family be official. I need for my son to have both parents. I need the woman I love to officially be mine and marry me," I continued. "I love you so much, Y/N. I promise to do everything I can to take care of you and our son. Will you marry me?"

"Yes," Y/N said between tears. I slipped the ring on her finger and stood up. I laughed as she threw her arms around me and pressed her lips to mine.

"I love you, baby," Y/N whispered as she broke the kiss.

"I love you," I chuckled. "I can't wait to spend the rest of our lives together."

"Me too," Y/N said, her face turning pink. "But, baby, I have a small question."

"What is it, darling?"

"Where's Johnny?"

I couldn't help but laugh. "He's hanging with Drake tonight," I explained. "He wanted to make sure we had privacy to celebrate."

"That was sweet of him."

I leaned down and kissed her. Our kiss got heated as we fell back onto the couch. I hovered over her and heard her giggle as we didn't bother stopping from getting into the kiss.

"Steve," she gasped, breaking the kiss.

"Yes, baby?"

"Let's go celebrate upstairs."

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Late-Night Visitor – Gator Tillman

Gator's POV

I drove home after an incredibly long shift. I pulled in front of the house and leaned my head against the headrest. When I opened my eyes, I saw someone moving around the house.

No one should be in the house. Dad is still at the station.

I instantly grabbed my shotgun out of the backseat and slowly got out of the car. With my gun pointed at the front door, I slowly inched closer.

"Hey!" I yelled. "This is the police. Come out with your hands up."

I held my breath as I waited for movement. I tightened my hold on the gun as whoever was inside our house slowly walked towards the door. I tried to steady my breathing as the door opened.

"It's just me, Gator."

My heart bungee jumped into my stomach when I saw Y/N slowly walking out of the front door with her hands up. When I noticed her hands were shaking, I threw my gun to the ground and ran toward her.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N," I said as I wrapped my arms around her. "I didn't know you were. . ."

I froze when I leaned back and saw the bruise on her face. "Y/N!" I gasped. I grabbed her hand, wrapped my other arm around her waist, and quickly pulled her inside. Y/N and I have known each other since elementary school. I've had a crush on her since middle school and have never had the nerve to tell her how I felt.

I pulled her upstairs and led her into my bathroom. Neither one of us said anything as I grabbed her hips and gently placed her on my bathroom counter.

I grabbed the first aid kit from under the sink and started cleaning her up. Luckily, Y/N wasn't bleeding. I used a rag and cleaned her face anyway. Without saying anything to her, I jogged downstairs and grabbed an ice pack from the fridge.

When I ran back to my room with the ice pack, Y/N wasn't in the bathroom anymore. Instead, she was on my bed with her legs criss-crossed.

"You okay?" I asked, my voice softer than I had meant it to come out.

"I'm fine," she whispered. I didn't believe her but I didn't say anything. Instead, I sat next to her and gently spun her toward me. She smiled weakly at me as I carefully pressed the ice pack to her face.

I smiled when Y/N's eyes fluttered closed. I gently grabbed her and leaned her against the headboard. The second she was cuddled into my chest, I pressed the ice pack back to her face.

"Thanks, Gator," she whispered.

"Of course," I whispered. "That's what best friends are for."

We sat like that for a few more minutes before I had to ask her what happened to her.

"Y/N," I whispered.

"I don't want to talk about it," she cut me off. My heart sank when her voice broke as she said, "Please, Gator."

"But. . ."

"I really need my best friend right now," she said, her voice still soft. "Not a police deputy."

"Okay," I said, not liking it but pretending I did. "Are you hungry?"

"No," Y/N whispered.

"Alright," I said, trying to think of something we could do until Y/N was ready to talk about what happened tonight. "We could watch a movie downstairs."

"That could be fun," she said, a little bit of her normal cheery voice coming back.

"And then I want you to stay here tonight."

"Gator. . ."

"No," I gently cut her off. "I'm sorry, Y/N, but that's non-negotiable. You don't want to talk about it. Fine. But I'm sure as hell not letting you out of my sight."

I felt a little better when Y/N tightened her arms around me and giggled. "I'm okay with that."

We spent the night watching a random TV movie, but neither one of us paid attention to it. Y/N fell asleep almost instantly and I was more focused on trying to figure out how Y/N got the bruise on her perfect face.

I have to figure out who did this to my Y/N. And when I do, I'll handle it. Handle him.

"Why the hell was your gun outside, on the driveway?" My dad barked as he stormed in. "Oh," he stopped when he saw Y/N asleep with her head on the pillow on my lap. "I didn't know Y/N was coming over tonight."

"I didn't either," I sighed, looking at her.

"Is that. . ." He stopped when he saw the bruise on her face. He walked over and knelt in front of us. He reached forward, hovering his hand over her cheek. "What happened?"

"Someone's been hurting her," I whispered.

"Who?" He asked through his teeth. My dad hated all of my friends. All of them except Y/N. For some reason, she was the only one he approved of. She was the only one he'd smile at when he saw she was over instead of his usual scowl.

"She won't tell me," I said, my anger returning. "Ever since she fell asleep, I've been going through everyone in her life. Everyone we went to school with, everyone she works with. I have no idea who's hurting her, Dad."

"We'll find out," he nodded as he stood up. "Don't worry, kid. We'll find him. Until we do, she's welcome to stay here."

"Are you sure?" I asked before I could stop myself.

"Of course," he said, not hiding his surprise. "If someone is hurting Y/N, we are going to keep her safe until we find out who is stupid enough to lay a hand on her. And not just because it's our job."

* * * * *

I woke up to someone calling out for help. I rolled over and saw Y/N tossing and turning.

"Y/N?" I said, my voice soft. I sat up and gently shook her. "Y/N, you're okay. Wake up. Come on, Y/N."

"No," she mumbled. "Please. . . Please, Dad. Don't hurt him."

Dad. . .

"Holy shit," I said under my breath. Y/N's dad is the one who's been hurting her.

"No!" Y/N yelled, her voice rising. "Please, don't. Dad, please. He's. . . Gator. . . No!"

Y/N gasped awake, sitting up and choking on a sob. "Y/N," I said gently. My heart somersaulted when she gasped. "It's just me, Y/N. You're safe. He can't hurt you."

"Gator," she whispered.

"That's right," I smiled as I reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. I let my hand linger as I continued to reassure her. "I'm right here."

I gasped when she tucked into my chest. I instantly wrapped my arms around her and laid us down. I smiled when she cuddled into my chest.

"Y/N," I whispered, unable to stop myself for much longer. "Is your Dad the one who's been hurting you?"

Y/N answered me by sobbing into my shirt. I tightened my arms around her and rolled onto my side so our faces were inches apart.

"I'm not going to let him keep hurting you," I whispered. "The last thing I want is for him to take you from me."

"But Gator. . ."

"No," I cut her off. "No buts. I'm not going to sit by and let him hurt the girl I. . ."

I cut myself off before I could say too much. I stared into Y/N's wide eyes, waiting to see if she figured it out.

"Gator," she whispered. My heart jumped into my throat as I sat up.

"Look," I sighed, "I know this probably isn't the best time but. . . I can't hide my feelings anymore."

"Anymore?" She asked, sitting up. "Gator, how long have you been hiding your feelings?"

I looked into her eyes, suddenly full of courage as I remembered something my mom used to say about 20 seconds of insane courage.

"Ever since we were kids," I confessed.

"That long?" She asked, her voice getting caught in her throat. I leaned in and gently pressed my lips to hers. I broke the kiss and kept my face inches from her.

"Longer," I teased, making her giggle. This time when I kissed her, she grabbed my face and deepened the kiss.

"Y/N," I whispered, breaking the kiss. "Was your dad the one who hit you?"

"Gator. . ." She started but I leaned back.

"Please," I sighed. "Tell me, Y/N. I need to know so I can protect you."

"Yes," she whispered. "It was my dad."

I controlled my anger so I could focus on protecting my girl. "How long has he been doing this to you?"

"I don't know," she stuttered. "I mean. . . Please don't get mad but. . ."

"I won't get mad at you, gorgeous," I whispered as I reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

"He's been doing this for as long as I can remember," she admitted.

It was getting harder and harder to push down my anger. "Why didn't you tell me?" I asked, my voice barely audible.

"I was gonna," she stuttered. "I was just. . . Scared."

"Scared?" I asked. "Of what? Of me? Y/N, I would never hurt you. You know that, right? I love you. I'd never. . ."

"You love me?" She asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She reached over and grabbed my hands.

"Yeah," I slightly stuttered. "I mean, I told you I had feelings for you."

"True," she said, moving so she was straddling my hips. "But you didn't tell me you loved me."

"I do," I whispered. "I love you, Y/N."

"I love you too, Gator."

Y/N giggled as I laid us back down without breaking the kiss. I rolled us over so I was hovering over her. I had to force myself to slow down. I broke the kiss and leaned my forehead against hers.

"I love you, Y/N," I whispered. "And I promise, no one will ever take you from me."

* * * * *

A few weeks later, I woke up to some soft tapping on the window. I threw off my covers when I saw Y/N smiling weakly.

"What did he do?" I asked as I quickly opened my window. Y/N chuckled as I helped her into my room and instantly wrapped her in my arms.

"Gator," she said, her voice muffled by my shirt. I let her go just enough so she could lean back and look up at me. "He didn't touch me."

"He didn't?"

"Nope," she chuckled.

"Then why are you here?" I asked. "And why did you sneak through my window?"

"Well," she said, her innocent smile losing its innocence, "to answer your first question; I wanted to see you. And to answer your second question; I wanted to come over without your dad knowing we were up here. Alone. With the door closed."

"Sneaky girl."

"Would you rather me leave?" She teased as she stepped out of my hold. I grabbed her and instantly pulled her back to me.

"Absolutely not."

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Urgent Conversations – Keys

I walked into Soonami's offices with my arms tightly wrapped around myself. As I walked through the cubicles, no one paid any attention to me. My heart jumped into my throat when I heard him arguing with Mouser.

"And that was the heartbreaking story of Blue Shirt Guy," I heard Mouser cheer. "The end."

I know more about Soonami and Free City than I should. That's what happens when you are dating Keys. He comes to your place after work and vents about Mouser and Antwon and the stupid shooter game he works for.

"Doesn't make sense," Keys mumbled. Any confidence I felt when I first arrived disappeared as they started walking toward me. I stopped walking and ducked into a random hallway as they walked past me, toward the employee lounge.

"What?"

"I just checked the server stats," he continued. "We killed Blue Shirt and the number of players online didn't change.

"It's just a glitch, man," Mouser said, unphased. "It's not a big deal."

"I know, I know," he sighed. "It just seems like that's something new, you know?"

"Keys, I know what you're thinking, okay?" Mouser cut him off. "You should not talk to Antwan."

"I just think it's important to be transparent, okay?" Keys defended himself as they walked into the employee lounge. It was this giant glass box in the middle of the office, so I could still hear them without a problem.

"No," Mouser said instantly. "Antwan is deep in the sequel launch. He's either not gonna care or he's gonna get pissed and then he's gonna blame us. So, I don't know what you haven't figured out about the whole situation. Also, aren't you some kinda MIT genius, indie game designer? What are you doing down here dealing with complaints?"

"That, Mouser is a long and pathetic story involving failed dreams, desperation, and a mountain of college debt. You do not wanna hear about that."

"You're absolutely right," Mouser smirked. "That story sounds horrible and boring and full of white privilege. Don't talk to Antwan."

Mouser froze when he saw me. The smirk on his face made my stomach sink. "Umm. . . Keys?"

"What?" He sighed, his back facing me.

"I think someone is here to see you."

Keys turned to look at him but saw me over Mouser's shoulder. My heart jumped into my throat as I lifted my arm and slowly waved.

Keys eyes widened as he quickly put his coffee cup down and ran out of the employee lounge, toward me.

"Hey, you," I smiled weakly. I gasped when Keys grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the office.

"Baby, what are you doing here?" He asked once we had gotten to the elevators.

"I thought we could go to lunch," I said, slightly caught off-guard by his reaction.

"Y/N, you know I love going to lunch with you, but I can't," he said. "And I'm sorry, but you need to leave."

"But. . ."

"I could get in trouble," he sighed. "Antwan is really weird about guests in the office. I could get fired."

"Keys. . ."

"Please, Y/N, go home," he pushed. "I need to get back to work, okay?"

"Can we at least go get a coffee?" I asked.

"I can't, Y/N. You know how weird Antwan is."

"But. . . I really need to talk to you, Keys," I forced out.

"How about this," he said, looking over my shoulder, "I will pick up dinner on my way to your apartment and we can talk."

He kissed my cheek before starting to walk back into the office.

"It's urgent," I said, under my breath. When he reached the office door, I forced myself to speak up. "Please, Keys. It's really important and it can't wait. If I have to wait, I feel like I'm gonna. . ."

Keys turned around when my voice broke. His eyes widened when he saw the tears beginning to stream down my face. He ran over to me and gently grabbed my arms.

"What's wrong, baby?" He whispered.

"I told you. . . I really need to talk to you," I barely got out between the tears.

"Okay," he said instantly. "Let's talk about it, gorgeous. I'm sorry."

He grabbed my hand, instantly intertwining our fingers. I couldn't help but be a little surprised when he led me back into the office. He ignored Mouser's look as he led me through the cubicles to a conference room in the back.

He closed the door behind us and led me over to a small couch in the corner. He sat down, pulling me with him.

"What's on your mind, beautiful?"

"It's umm. . . Well, the thing is. . . I haven't been. . . I mean, this is just. . . It's a make or break. . ."

"Y/N?" He whispered as he reached up and moved a piece of hair behind my ear. "Talk to me."

"I'm pregnant," I blurted out.

I held my breath as I waited for his response. I tried to read his facial expression but I couldn't. My heart sank when he stood up and pulled me with him. I gasped when he threw his arms around my waist, pulling me into his chest.

"This is amazing," he whispered as he held me.

"I'm so relieved you feel that way," I said, happy tears now falling down my cheeks. "I was so scared, Keys."

He slowly pulled out of our hug and studied me. "Did you think I'd leave you? That I'd just turn around and walk away from you and our baby?"

"I don't know," I stuttered. "I didn't know. All I did know was how scared I was the minute the test came back positive."

Keys leaned down and gently kissed me. He broke the kiss and kept his nose pressed to mine. "I love you, Y/N," he whispered. "And I will be right by your side the entire time. Nothing is ever going to take me away from you and our child."

Suddenly, a strange look flashed across his face. He took a small step back and studied me.

"Keys," I said, my voice suddenly soft. "Are you okay?"

My breath got caught in my throat when he slowly knelt down on one knee, my hands still in his.

"What are you doing?" I stuttered.

"Can't let our baby grow up without a dad," he chuckled. "Y/N, my darling, will you. . ."

"Wait," I cut off his proposal. "I love you, Keys. You know that. But. . ."

"But what?" He asked, not an ounce of anger in his voice.

"I don't want you to marry me just because I'm pregnant," I admitted.

Keys chuckled as he stood up and reached into his back pocket, grabbing his wallet. I watched as he opened it and pulled something out. My heart beat against my chest as he showed me an engagement ring.

"Since the day we met, I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you," he said. "I have been carrying this around since our one-month anniversary. So, yes, I am asking you to marry me after you told me you were pregnant, but I have wanted to marry you for a long time. I love you, Y/N and I can't wait to start our life together. You, me, and our baby."

I made him laugh as I threw my arms around him. He wrapped my arms around my waist, pulling me in closer.

"I love you, Y/N," he repeated.

"I love you so much, Keys," I whispered, happy tears streaming down my face.

After a few minutes of silence, Keys spoke up again. "You know," he whispered, "you never answered my question."

"Oh!" I gasped, giggling as I pulled out of our hug. Before I could answer, Keys grabbed my left hand and knelt back down.

"Y/N, the love of my life," he started again, "you mean so much to me, darling. All I want to do is make you happy. I will do whatever it takes to give you the life you deserve. You and our baby. I will take care of both of you. I promise. I love you so much, Y/N. Will you marry the man who loves you more than anything in the world?"

"Yes," I giggled. "I'd be happy to marry the father of my baby."

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Rough Patch – Joe Keery

The honeymoon phase in a relationship is real. So is the reality check that always follows once you wake up. Joe and I got married a year ago. The months leading up to the wedding were incredible. I never thought I'd be happier.

When we got back from our honeymoon and things started to settle down, he went back to work and I focused on fixing up our apartment. When he went back to work, he was gone a lot more. It made the first year very difficult for us. He wasn't around and I would get overwhelmed having to take care of everything while he was gone.

I have tried to be a supportive wife, but it's getting harder and harder for me. It's gotten too hard to go months without seeing each other, barely talking on the phone. I couldn't help but get tired of the unanswered texts and missed phone calls. I am tired of celebrating things by myself.

The last time he left was a few months before our first anniversary. He swore up and down that he'd be back in time. Our anniversary is tomorrow so I called him tonight to figure out our plans. He is getting on a plane first thing tomorrow morning and will be home by lunch.

"Hey, you."

"Hey, baby. Happy Almost Anniversary!" I giggled excitedly. "I am so excited, I have the entire night planned from the minute you get home to the minute we fall asleep naked in each other's arms. I thought we could go to the restaurant we had our first date. You know, the one you also proposed to me at? What time is your flight supposed to be getting in? I could pick you up from the airport and we could get lunch and then. . ."

"Y/N," Joe cut me off.

"Yeah?"

"I'm not going to be back in time."

My stomach dropped at his words. "What are you. . . What do you mean you won't be back in town?"

"No," he sighed. "Sorry."

"But. . ."

"It's not like it's a big deal," he mumbled.

"It's our anniversary, Joe," I said, the tears I was pushing down turning to anger. "It is a big deal. It's the first anniversary of our wedding, Joe. You can't just not come home. What? Am I supposed to celebrate by myself? That's. . . That's pathetic."

"Calm down, Y/N," he sighed. "We can celebrate it when I get home."

"And when will that be?" I demanded. "We've been married a year and I don't think we've spent more than one week sleeping in the same bed. You're never home, Joe."

"I work," he said.

"I'm aware of that but. . ."

"And what am I supposed to do, Y/N?" He challenged. "Not work? Well, if I don't work then we will become homeless. I have to work, Y/N."

"I know you have to work, Joe. But I feel like you see your coworkers more than you see your wife."

"That's normal. It happens."

"It shouldn't," I corrected. "Normal people with normal jobs go home to their wives every night. I can't remember the last time you worked on a job here in town and came home every night to me."

"What are you saying?" He challenged again. "You want me to quit?"

"No," I said quickly. "You know I never want that. I just want to see you more, Joe. I'm sorry for missing my husband."

I hung up the phone, the tears I'd been fighting finally falling. I sat on our bed, tears streaming down my face as I watched my hands shake. I waited for my phone to ring but it never did. I fell asleep that night with dried tears on my face and no messages on my phone.

* * * * *

I woke up on our anniversary completely alone. I forced myself out of bed and barely got myself dressed. I wore a simple pair of leggings and a baggy T-shirt. I slowly cleaned the apartment, going in and out of crying fits.

Around noon, my phone started ringing. When I saw who was calling me, my throat tightened. I let the phone ring as I saw Joe's contact picture. I couldn't bring myself to answer it. When it finally stopped ringing, I slowly walked away from my phone.

The day continued like that. I slowly went through my normal checklist of daily things to do, ignoring my phone that kept ringing. Around 3 o'clock, a delivery man came to the door and delivered flowers. I read the card but it didn't change how I felt.

I'm really sorry about not being there today. Please take yourself out to dinner and really spoil yourself. I will spoil you as soon as I get home. I promise! I love you, Y/N.

With Regret, Your Loving Husband, Joe.

I tossed the card onto the counter and left the flowers there. I didn't have the energy to accept his apology. This is what he always did. He missed important things, sent flowers, and came home acting like nothing happened. First, it was his birthday. Then it was Thanksgiving. He barely made it home on Christmas Day. He missed Valentine's Day. And now he was missing our anniversary.

I ordered some dinner and ate it while watching one of my favorite movies. Even my comfort movie didn't cheer me up. I threw away the trash and laid down on the couch.

I was starting to fall asleep when there was a knock at the door. I slowly paused the movie and went to answer it. When I opened the door, my heart jumped into my throat.

"You're here," I said slowly.

"Hey, baby," Joe smiled weakly.

"Why did you knock on your own apartment?" I asked. "Did you lose your key?"

"No," he chuckled. "I didn't. I was just trying. . ."

"I thought you weren't getting in until late Monday night."

"I wasn't supposed to," he stuttered. "But after our fight last night and you weren't answering your phone this morning, I needed to talk to you. We need to talk about this, Y/N."

"You're missing work." I turned on my heel and walked back into our apartment.

"Y/N," he sighed as he chased after me. "Wait, hang on, baby. Please. Can we talk about this?"

"What is there to talk about?" I demanded as I turned around. "Clearly, your job is more important than our marriage."

"That's not true!" He defended.

"Really?" I challenged. "Joe, yesterday you acted like it wasn't a big deal to miss our first wedding anniversary."

"And that was wrong," he tried to interrupt.

"Do you know how many phone calls you miss? How many of my texts go unanswered? Do you know how many nights I go to sleep, wondering where my husband is and what he's doing? Wondering when I will see him? This hasn't been easy on me, Joe."

"It hasn't been easy on me either," he said.

"You have work to distract you from being alone," I cut him off. "I have nothing. I sit at home all day with nothing to do other than think about and miss my husband."

"You could always get a job." His sentence dropped when he saw the look on my face.

"You really want to go down this road?" I challenged.

"No, but. . ."

"But nothing," I cut him off again. "Joe, I can't keep doing this."

"Wait," Joe said quickly. He grabbed my hands, pulling me closer to him. He lowered his voice and whispered, "This is just a rough patch, baby. We can. . . We can work through this."

"Can we?" I asked, my voice breaking. "Because, right now, I feel like I've been doing all the work. I mean, when was the last time you called me? Joey, I don't know. . ."

Joe cut me off by pulling me closer and crashing his lips onto mine. I knew he was doing this to cut me off so I couldn't end this, but I didn't care. I missed this. I missed being in his arms. I missed being kissed by him. I missed the feeling he gave me as our lips moved in sync. I missed him.

I had tears streaming down my face as I broke the kiss. I took a step back, pulled my hands out of his, and wrapped my arms around myself.

"Joe," I whispered. "I can't be the only one in this relationship anymore. I mean. . . I feel like you don't love me anymore."

"What?" Joe gasped. "Y/N, do you really think. . . How could you. . . Y/N, baby, of course, I still love you. I never stopped. You really think that I stopped loving you?"

"Can you blame me?" My voice broke as the tears continued to stream down my face. Joe stepped up right in front of me and gently grabbed my elbows.

"I am so sorry that I made you think I didn't love you," he whispered. "I love you with all my heart, Y/N. You are the most important person in my life. I never should've made you feel like my job was more important than the love of my life. Please give me another chance. I will prove to you that you are more important. I will make sure you never go a day without knowing just how much I love you. I will do anything to make it up to you."

"I just need you around more," I said, my sob getting stuck in my throat. "I just need my husband."

Joe pulled me into his chest and wrapped his arms around my waist. I wrapped my arms around him and cried into his neck.

"I'm so sorry, baby," he whispered as he started rocking us back and forth. He reached up and started playing with my hair. He leaned down and kissed the top of my head. I didn't say anything as he led us over to the couch and sat us down, neither one of us letting go of the other.

"I have an idea," he started, his voice still soft. "Tomorrow, we are going to wake up and make breakfast together. Then, after we get ready, I'm going to take you shopping and buy you whatever you want. We'll get lunch and go see that new movie you've been dying to see. We'll get dinner, come home, and spend the rest of the night in bed."

"Joe," I giggled when he changed his voice at the end. I playfully pushed him, but he instantly pulled me back into his arms.

"I love you, Y/N," he whispered as he relaxed us into the couch. "And I am so sorry. It will never happen again. I promise, baby."

"I love you too, Joe."

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Little Stevie's In Love - Steve Harrington

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Steve's POV

"Hey, Steve."

I looked over my shoulder to see Y/N, my neighbor, jogging toward me. Y/N was one of those people who others didn't realize how wonderful she was. Sure, she was quiet and a little shy. But if she really knows you, she's completely open.

I once asked her why she was shy around the other kids at school, but normal around me. She shrugged and said there was no reason to open up to a bunch of fake people. She said I wasn't fake, but the truth was, I am. Only she knows the real me.

"What's up, Y/N?" I asked as I shoved my hands into my back pockets. I smiled when she started to nervously ramble.

"I was wondering if you could do me a favor," she started. "Well, you wouldn't be doing the favor, per se. It would just be lending me something. I know this is precious to you and. . ."

"Y/N," I laughed as I gently cut her off. "What do you need?"

"I was wondering if I could borrow your car to take my parents to the airport tomorrow."

"Of course," I said, but she continued to ramble.

"I know that a car is a guy's, like, sacred place and your geeky neighbor taking her parents to the airport in it is not exactly what it's supposed to be for but. . ."

"Y/N," I cut her off as I gently grabbed her arm. She instantly bit her bottom lip–a habit she's always had. "First of all, breathe. Second, you are not a geek."

"I'm a theater weirdo," she interrupted.

"You've stared in every play our school's put on since freshman year," I laughed as I forced myself to let her go. "That doesn't make you a 'weirdo'. That makes you awesome."

We stared at each other for a few beats of silence before I cleared my throat. "And third, of course, you can borrow my car. You're about the only person I let drive it, other than me."

"Thank you so much," she sighed, relieved. "You just saved the day."

I blushed when she jumped up and kissed my cheek. I cleared my throat as she walked away.

"Glad I could help," I mumbled long after she left.

* * * * *

I was walking to my car when I heard Y/N's voice call out my name. I turned around to see her jogging toward me. The second she got to me, she jumped into my arms, wrapping her arms around my neck.

"Y/N," I said in a sing-songy. "Are you okay? Did the theater kids join the potheads during lunch today?"

"What?" She giggled as she let go of me. "No, I didn't smoke anything with the potheads at lunch. That crap ruins my vocal cords."

"Then what made you so cheery?" I teased.

"I just wanted to say thank you for letting me borrow your car," she said, her voice serious.

"It was just a car," I chuckled. "Not like I gave you a kidney or something."

"I know," she shrugged, her face burning red. "But still, it meant a lot. To me and my parents."

"Really?" I couldn't help but stutter.

"Yeah," she smiled. "My mom about swooned when she heard that you had lent me your car. My dad was impressed you trust me with it."

"It's just a car," I repeated. "I really didn't care about it that much."

"Still," Y/N giggled. "It meant a lot to me. Thanks again, Steve."

She grabbed my elbow and squeezed it before walking toward her locker. I couldn't take my eyes off her. I watched as she walked away. I watched as she opened her locker. I watched as she grabbed her calculus textbook.

"Who was that?" Tommy asked in his annoyingly over-confident, ridiculously insulting voice.

"My neighbor," I said without thinking about it.

"Oh! She's that theater girl," Carol scoffed. "The one who's in like everything this school does."

"She's okay I guess," Tommy shrugged. "It's not much fun to watch her, if you know what I mean."

"We always know what you mean," Carol sighed. I turned toward them, my anger boiling.

"What the hell is wrong with you two?" I scoffed.

I grabbed my backpack and walked away. I started to leave but stopped when I saw Y/N walking to her math class. I glanced over my shoulder to see Tommy and Carol had already moved on.

"Hey, Y/N!" I called out to her before I could talk myself out of it. She turned around and sent me a smile that made my heart jump into my throat.

"Hey," she said with a small laugh as I jogged over to her. "Is everything okay, Steve?"

"Yeah," I said, slightly caught off guard by her worry. "I just. . . I was wondering if you'd be willing to help me study for the Geometry test I have on Friday. I know you took Geometry in like sixth grade and it comes extremely easy to you, but I could really use your help."

"I'm sorry, Steve, but I can't tonight," she said, her smile dropping. I tried but failed to not look as disappointed as I felt. "I can help you tomorrow," she said quickly. "I know that's the day before your test but it's better late than never."

"Tomorrow works," I smiled, my mood instantly improving. "What do you have going on tonight?"

"Well," she sighed, "my partner for the Government test hasn't done a single thing on our project, so now I have to stay up late tonight and finish everything. Our presentation is tomorrow."

"That sucks," I scoffed. "Want me to kick his ass?"

"No," she laughed, "thanks though. I'll keep the offer in case we get anything lower than a B."

"Just say the word," I winked at her. I filled with pride when my wink made her blush.

"So tomorrow night?" She asked, refocusing the conversation.

"Perfect," I smiled. "Do you want to come to my place or. . ."

"Your place is fine," she shrugged when I didn't continue.

"Great. My place, tomorrow night."

"Seven?"

"Or earlier," I stuttered. "I could order a pizza or something?"

"You don't have to," she started to say.

"I don't mind," I said quickly. "You're giving up your Thursday night to help me study. The least I can do is buy you dinner."

I held my breath when I realized that sounded like a date. I didn't mind the idea of going on a date with her, but I didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable.

"How about I meet you at your place at six?" She suggested, her smile making my entire body feel weird.

"Perfect."

* * * * *

At the end of the day, I was driving Carol and Tommy home. The entire drive, I thought about the study session I had with Y/N tomorrow night. I have been weirdly nervous ever since she agreed to come over and help me.

"Can I ask you a question?" Carol asked, her voice instantly interrupting me mentally cleaning my room.

"What?" I deadpanned.

"What's the deal with you and Y/N?"

"She's my neighbor," I stuttered, my nerves jumping.

"You've said that," she scoffed. "Are you. . ."

"Don't tell me you have feelings for that girl," Tommy scoffed.

"No way!" Carol giggled.

"So what if I like her?" I asked harshly. "She's down to earth and funny and smart and sweet and beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. Not to mention the fact that she's real."

"You don't just like her," Carol said in a nasally voice. "Little Stevie's in love."

"Bullshit," Tommy immediately scoffed. "Steve Harrington wouldn't be with a weirdo like that stage freak."

I couldn't help but slam on my brakes a little too hard.

"Y/N's not a weirdo," I said harshly as I held the steering wheel so tight my knuckles turned white.

"You can't be serious," Tommy laughed. "You can't possibly have feelings for her. You're Steve "the Hair" Harrington. She's a nobody."

"Get out," I said through my teeth.

"But. . ."

I turned toward Tommy, unable to soften my glare.

"Out."

Tommy mumbled something under his breath as he got out of the car, but I didn't care. My anger was more focused on how they talked about Y/N. They didn't know her like I do. The only reason they knew her name was because of me.

Part of me wished I'd never become friends with Tommy and Carol. And instead, I wish I had gotten closer to Y/N.

I jumped, being pulled out of my thoughts when someone knocked on my window. I sighed angrily when I saw Carol watching me. I clenched my jaw as I rolled my windows down.

"What?"

"Easy, Frosty," she chuckled. "I just wanted to say. . . You know Y/N better than Tommy and I, so if you like her, you should do something about it."

"What do you mean?" I asked, my voice softening.

"Tell her, dumbass."

I thought about what Carol said for the rest of my drive home. When I pulled into the driveway, I instantly looked over at Y/N's house. I couldn't see her room from the front of her house. I had a perfect view of it from my room though. It took everything in me sometimes not to look at her window. I was also more aware of when I left my blinds open.

I headed inside and instantly went into my room. As I threw my backpack onto my bed, my heart jumped into my throat when I saw Y/N sitting at her desk by her window.

I smiled when I remembered that she was working on her Government project tonight. Instead of completing my homework or studying for my math test, I watched Y/N work on her project.

* * * * *

I was distracted all day on Thursday. I forced myself to refocus when Y/N showed up on my doorstep at the agreed-upon time. We ate pizza at the kitchen table as Y/N helped me through the formulas our test was on.

I was overly aware of how close Y/N and I were sitting all night long. When she left, I couldn't sleep. The only thing I could do was go back through the events of the night in my head as I kept my eyes on Y/N's closed window.

Friday morning, I walked into school feeling way more confident about my math test than normal. And it was all thanks to Y/N. She was at my house for three hours helping me study.

I was on my way to math when I noticed someone waiting outside the classroom.

"Y/N," I said as I walked over to her. "What are you doing here? Don't you have English right now?"

"I do," she said slowly, clearly surprised that I knew her schedule. "I just wanted to wish you good luck on your test. And I wanted to make sure you knew that you can do it. I believe in you, Steve."

"Thank you," I said with absolutely no sarcasm in my voice. "Really, Y/N. Thanks for giving up your Thursday night to help me study."

"Of course," she shrugged. "Besides, it's not like I had anything better to do."

I cut her off by grabbing her hand and pulling her into my chest. Before I could wimp out, I leaned down and delicately pressed my lips to hers. I felt her gasp against my lips, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she snaked her arms up my chest and wrapped them around me as she kissed me back.

I broke the kiss long before I had wanted to. I leaned back and we instantly stared into each other's eyes.

"Wow," she whispered. "Steve, I'm a little. . . Confused."

"I'm sorry," I sighed. "It's just. . . The thing is. . . Over the last few. . ."

"Steve?" She gently cut off my nervous stuttering.

"I have feelings for you, Y/N," I blurted out.

"You do?"

"Of course, I do."

I laughed when Y/N jumped up and pressed her lips back to mine. I didn't hesitate to kiss her back. She broke the kiss, her face bright pink.

"We should. . . I should get to class," she said, her voice soft. "Plus, you have your test to ace."

"I wouldn't be so confident in me," I chuckled. "We'll be lucky if I pass."

"Hey," she said firmly yet gently. "I know you can do this, Steve. You're a lot smarter than you think you are."

I felt like someone was blasting the heater as I stared into Y/N's eyes.

"What?" She asked when she saw the look on my face.

"That," I whispered. "That, right there, is why I'm crazy about you."

"I'm crazy about you too, Steve."

"How about this," I said, tightening my arms around her, "after I pass this test, I will take you out to dinner to celebrate."

"Dinner?" She asked, her face bright pink.

"Our first date," I smiled. Y/N giggled as she wrapped her arms around my neck.

"Six o'clock?"

"I'll pick you up," I said, lowering my voice. "And I won't be even a second late."

Y/N stood on her toes and pressed her lips to mine. When she broke the kiss, she slowly lowered back down.

"I'm gonna hold you to that," she whispered. "Now, get in there and go ace that test."

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*Coworkers With Benefits – Gator Tillman

Warnings: sneaking around kink, protected sex, public sex, rough sex, language

A moan got stuck in my throat when someone walked up behind me and started making out with my neck.

"Gator," I gasped when he bit my earlobe. "Baby. . . We're at work. . . What if. . . Holy shit, baby." I couldn't resist pushing my ass back against his hips and start grinding against him.

"Fuck, baby girl," Gator moaned as he moved with me. "I love fucking at work. It's so fucking sexy."

"Yeah," I moaned. "But it could also get me fired."

I gasped when he pulled away and grabbed my arms, roughly turning me around.

"I would never let that happen," he said under his breath.

"But I'm your receptionist," I whispered. "And isn't there a rule about officers dating or dating someone. . ."

Gator cut me off by grabbing my face and pressing his lips back to mine. We didn't finish that conversation. Instead, we focused on finishing what we had barely started.

He glanced around the empty station before turning back to me with a smirk. I felt the butterflies in my stomach go crazy as he grabbed my hand and pulled me into his dad's office.

The second the door was closed, he threw me against it. He smashed his lips onto mine as he trapped me between him and the door. I moaned and reached around to grab his ass as he started grinding against me.

Gator tore away from my lips and started kissing my neck as his hands slid down my body. One hand found my ass while the other found the waistband of my pants.

I leaned my head against the door as Gator licked up and down my neck.

"Come on, baby girl," he grunted as he slammed his body against mine. "Moan for me, sexy."

"We should really stop," I gasped between heavy breaths.

"I can't," Gator grunted as he picked me up and threw me onto the couch in his dad's office. I moaned loudly as he started kissing my neck, slowly moving his lips down my chest.

"What if your dad comes back?" I arched my back and moaned when he bit my collarbone. Gator's lips continued to suck on my collarbone as he unbuttoned my uniform. The second it was open, Gator attached his lips to my chest.

"Fuck!" I yelled. I felt him let out a deep chuckle against the skin of my chest as I started taking off his pants.

"No one is here," he growled against the space between my breasts.

"Then what are we waiting for?"

That's all Gator needed to hear. In a matter of minutes, we were completely undressed, rolling our bodies against each other on his dad's couch.

I kissed his chest as he moved to grab a condom he had hidden in the back of the table at the end of the couch. His lips returned to mine as he leaned down and put it on. The second it was on, Gator grabbed my hips. I wrapped my leg around his waist, squeezing to tell him I was ready.

We let out matching moans that turned into grunts as Gator pushed into me. We instantly started thrusting in sync. With each thrust, our moans got louder and our movements got rougher.

"Holy shit, Officer Sexy," I gasped when he pressed against my G-spot. "Keep going."

"You got it, Officer Baby Girl," he moaned through clenched teeth. I loudly moaned/yelled his name when he started pushing harder and rougher into me.

"Fucking hell, Gator!"

Gator shut me up by wrapping his mouth around my right breast, using his tongue to play with my nipple. While he satisfied me, I started doing the one thing that drove him crazy.

"Fuck," he moaned against my breast as I squeezed myself around him. With a few more moans and thrusts, we pushed each other over the edge and forced us to reach our peaks.

"Shit!" Gator gasped as we released in sync. He kept himself inside me as we came down from our orgasms. When we had barely caught our breaths, Gator slowly pulled out of me. Before climbing off me, he leaned down and kissed me.

"Get back to work," he smirked with his face inches from mine. "Or I might have to bring you back in here and spank you."

"Kinky," I giggled.

"You know you love it," he said, lowering his voice.

"Just as much as I love you," I said before I could stop.

Gator leaned back and studied me. I opened and closed my mouth, unable to form any more words. Before either one of us could respond, Gator's phone started ringing. As he went to answer it, I quickly started getting dressed.

"Hey, Dad."

I could feel his eyes on me as I finished getting dressed, but I couldn't bring myself to look at him.

"Yeah," I heard him say as I walked out of Roy's office. "I'm at the station. What do you need?"

* * * * *

Gator's POV

After Y/N's confession and going back to work, she didn't talk to me. It seemed as if she refused to be in the same room with me. I wanted her to be. I needed her to be. I was still trying to wrap my head around her confession, but I didn't want her thinking that I didn't love her back.

Of course, I did.

Y/N was the only one in town who looked at me like I was me and not my dad's son. She listened to me. She talked to me. She made me laugh. She made me smile. She made me happy. And I wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of my life making her happy.

"Hey, have you seen Y/N?" I asked a random officer whose name I'd never bothered to learn.

"I think she went home," he shrugged.

"What do you mean?" I panicked.

"She said she had a migraine," the guy said as he eyed me. He rolled his eyes before going back to work. I went back to my desk, unable to wrap my head around this.

Y/N left work.

She left because of what happened. She left because she told me she loved me and I didn't say anything back. Instead, I took a call from my dad. She thinks I don't care about her.

I stared at the file in my hands, but nothing was sinking in. When the phone started ringing, I answered it without breaking the staring contest.

"What?"

"Is this Gator Tillman?"

I slowly put the file down and sat up. "Yes, this is him."

"Hi. I'm calling from Sunrise Hospital."

"What?"

"We have a Y/F/N Y/L/N here in the emergency room," the nurse continued, "and we have you listed as her emergency contact."

"I'm her. . . Wait, what happened to her?"

"We couldn't get much out of her before she passed out," she explained, making my stomach drop. "It seems it was a home invasion gone wrong."

"Shit," I mumbled. I looked around the station, hoping my dad was nearby. The nurse started to say something, but I hung up and ran out of my office when I saw my dad walk by.

"Dad!" I yelled.

"What's your problem?" He scoffed.

"Y/N is in the hospital."

"Who?"

I pushed down my anger and clarified, "Y/N, Dad. Our receptionist."

"Oh," he said with no emotion in his voice. "Right. Her."

I tried even harder to control my anger as I explained, "Apparently, someone broke into her home earlier today."

"We didn't get the call," he shrugged.

I hadn't even thought about that. I didn't care. There were more important things to worry about.

"She's hurt, Dad."

"Guess we better get to the hospital," he sighed.

"We should send some officers to her place," I said quickly. My dad sent me a look and I didn't care if he could read me. He debated for a second before sighing again and nodding his head.

As my dad drove us, I felt like I was going to jump out of my skin. If my dad caught on to my weirdness, he didn't say anything. The second we arrived, I practically ran inside. I asked the nearest nurse where Y/N was but she couldn't help me.

"Then why the hell are you standing here?!" I snapped. "Find me someone who actually knows shit."

"Will you calm down?" My dad sighed, saving the nurse I was yelling at. "I'm sure Y/N's fine. The guy was an idiot. He attacked the police's assistant. We'll find him."

"Receptionist," I automatically corrected. My dad sent me a weird look, but I was focused on the door separating me from Y/N.

"What is your problem?" He scoffed. I held my breath as he figured it out. He let out a deep chuckle when he connected the dots. "How long?"

"What do you mean?" I asked, my voice dropping.

"How long have you been sleeping with Y/N?"

"It's not. . . We just. . . We started a few months after she started working for us," I sighed, giving in.

"She's been working for us for over a year," he chuckled.

I waited for him to say something else, but he didn't. Instead, he sat next to me and patted my shoulder.

"I'll go to the nurses' station and find out what's going on with your girl," he said softer than I've ever heard him speak. "Then I'll make her break-in a top priority. You stay here and wait for her to wake up."

He patted my shoulder once before standing up. As he walked away, I spoke up.

"Thanks, Dad."

* * * * *

Y/N was in surgery when we arrived at the hospital. If I hadn't hung up the phone or had been more patient with the nurses, they would've told me that.

Apparently, Y/N took a pretty bad beating from the robber. He knocked her around and tried to kick in her ribs. One of her broken ribs almost punctured her lung. They had to be extremely careful to prevent her lung from completely collapsing.

I lost track of how long Y/N was in surgery. I went back and forth between sitting restlessly and pacing across the waiting room. My dad was in and out as he talked to the officers working this case. He tried to get me to wait at home, but he quickly found that I wasn't going anywhere.

"It's serious, isn't it?" My dad asked as he came back from checking in with the officers.

"Y/N's injuries? I don't know. I hope it's not too serious. I mean, they said that she was just. . ."

"I didn't mean her injuries, Gator," he cut me off. "I meant you and her. It's serious, isn't it?"

"I think so," I said, finally sitting down. "I mean. . . She told me. . . And I feel. . ."

"Spit it out, Gator."

"I love her," I blurted out. I let out a deep sigh before repeating, "I love her, Dad."

"Does she feel the same?"

His question surprised me. "She does," I said, my voice dropping. "She actually told me earlier this morning."

"And I'm guessing you didn't tell her you felt the same?" He asked, almost laughing.

"I was caught off-guard," I sighed, angrily running my fingers through my hair. I jumped up and started pacing again. "Of course, I've thought about how I felt about her over the last couple of months. How could I not? I've never felt like this, Dad. Like ever. She makes me insanely happy. I could be having the worst day of my life and the second she walks into the room, it's better. It doesn't matter what horrible things are happening that day. Seeing her makes all of it go away. I can't imagine my life without her, Dad. And the thought of some low-life, punk-ass, son of a. . ."

"Mr. Tillman, you asked me to come get you the second Ms. Y/L/N was out of surgery?" A nurse cut off my rambling.

"How is she?!"

"The surgery went great," she smiled at me. "In fact, she's awake. And she's asking for you."

I followed at the nurse's heels as she led me down the hallway. When she got to a certain room, she stopped. She turned toward me, but I didn't bother to listen to her tell me to go in.

I swung the door open, instantly freezing at the sight of Y/N in the hospital bed. I held my breath as she slowly turned her head toward me. The small smile that spread across her face made my heart jump into my throat.

"Gator," she said weakly. She started to say something else, but I ran to her side. I grabbed her face and smashed my lips onto hers. Our lips instantly started moving in sync as she reached up and grabbed my arms.

"I love you too," I gasped as I broke the kiss. I looked into her eyes as they filled with tears. "I didn't get the chance to confess this to you earlier," I continued. "But I should've. I should've ignored that call and told you how much I love you."

"Gator. . ."

"I'm so sorry, Y/N," I sighed as I sat on the edge of her bed, holding both of her hands in mine. "I know our relationship has mainly been us sneaking around, but I don't want that anymore. I don't. I want a real relationship with you, Y/N. I want to be able to drive you to work. I want to be able to take you to lunch. I want to be able to kiss you goodbye before going out to answer a call. I want to be able to hold you in my arms when I get back and you're relieved. I want to be able to take you home each night. I want to be able to warn the new officers to leave you alone because you're taken. I want to be able to have everyone we work with know that you're mine. I want everyone in town to know that I love you."

Y/N cut me off by grabbing my face and smashing her lips onto mine. We relaxed back into the hospital bed with me slightly hovering over her as our lips moved in sync. We would've continued what we did in my dad's office this morning if someone hadn't walked in.

"Oh!" My dad laughed. "Sorry for the interruption. Then again, a girl who just took a beating shouldn't have a two-hundred-pound man on top of her."

"Dad," I said between my teeth. I sat up and started to get off the bed, but Y/N grabbed my arm. When I looked at her, all I could see was fear in her eyes.

"I'm right here," I whispered as I sat on the edge of the bed. "I won't leave you."

"Promise?" She asked, her voice breaking.

"I promise," I smiled. My smile fell when I saw the look on my dad's face.

My dad cleared his throat and replaced this amazing tension between Y/N and me with an awkward tension. "We should really talk about what happened, Y/N."

"I'm sorry," she said, her voice still soft as she paid special attention to the hospital blanket. I watched as she slowly looked up at my dad. "I know you have a procedure to follow and questions to ask. Go ahead."

"First things first," he started, "did you get a good look at who did this to you? Was it a group? Was it only one man? Was it an ex-boyfriend? Was it anyone you recognized?"

"It was one guy," she cut him off.

"Wait," I said slowly. "Y/N, do you know who did this to you?"

She looked up at me with tears in her eyes. "You arrested him last week," she said, her voice soft. "I think his name was Dennis Jones or Johnson?"

"Dennis Jackson?" I asked, subconsciously tightening my hands into fists as I jumped up. "The asshole who gets drunk every Friday night and spends all day Saturday in the holding cell, just to leave and get drunk again Saturday night? He did this to you?!"

"Yeah," she said, her voice shaky.

"Did he say anything to you?" My father asked her.

"Not really," she stuttered.

"Not really?" He challenged. I sent him a glare but he didn't even bother to look at me.

"I mean. . ." She explained slowly. "He kept mumbling about 'the perfect payback'. He wouldn't say anything else."

"My guess," Dad sighed as he turned toward me, "he knows about you two and wanted to get back at you by hurting you."

"About us. . ." Y/N didn't finish her question as my father pointed at her. "Gator?" She whispered.

"I told my dad," I said softly.

"You what?!" She gasped. Her anger was taken away when it turned to pain.

I jumped forward and helped her lay back down. "It's going to be fine," I stuttered.

"He could fire me," she said through clenched teeth.

"I'm not going to fire you," my dad sighed. "I don't care who my son is sleeping with this week. Is there anything else we need to know about the attack?"

"No," she said, not looking away from me. "Nothing else."

Y/N and I stared at each other as my father left. The second the door closed, I defended myself.

"I know how that sounded," I said quickly. "But my Dad is just an ass. You know that you're the only woman that I've been sleeping with. I'm really not that big of a player."

"Gator. . ."

"I'm not like that," I said again. "The town just likes to spread rumors. I swear, Y/N, you are the only girl that I've been seeing lately. I'm not cheating on you. I would never do that to you. I swear."

"Gator. . ."

"I would never cheat on a woman. Especially a woman like you, Y/N. You're different than any girl I've been with. And to be honest, I haven't been with a lot of women. But you. . . You're different. Every time I wake up next to you, all I can think of is that I'm not good enough. You deserve a guy who's as incredible as you are. You're too good for me, Y/N. My biggest fear is losing you. I don't want you to wake up one morning and realize that you deserve better and you leave me to go find it."

Y/N grabbed my hand and pulled me onto the edge of the bed. She grabbed my face and pulled me to her. I smiled the second her lips touched mine. As our lips moved in sync, Y/N pulled me so I was hovering over her. I broke the kiss and pressed my forehead to hers.

"I love you, Y/N," I whispered. "And I'm really sorry that I didn't tell you sooner."

"It's okay," she whispered back to me. "At least you told me."

"I promise to always say it back."

"I love you, Gator," she giggled.

"I love you too, Y/N."

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The Right Sacrifice – Keys

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It's hard keeping a secret from your husband. Even a good one.

The minute I woke up, my stomach turned. I threw off the covers and ran to the bathroom. After emptying what little things I had in my stomach, I got up and brushed my teeth. I washed my face and quietly left the bathroom.

My heart jumped into my throat when Keys wasn't in bed. I left our room and started walking down the hallway. I stopped outside our daughter's room when I heard giggling. I peeked into the room to see my husband pick up our little girl, Hailey, and spin her around.

Hoping not to disturb them, I tip-toed past her room and headed downstairs. While they continued to play upstairs, I started breakfast. I was just putting the pancakes on the table when I heard little and big footsteps running down the stairs.

"Careful!" I called out, instantly worried about Hailey's little legs tripping down the stairs.

"We will, Mommy!" Hailey giggled.

"What amazing breakfast do you think Momma made for us?" Keys asked in a teasing tone as he walked in with Hailey on his back.

"Pancakes!" Hailey yelled. I laughed when Keys cringed since she yelled right in his ear. Hailey got so excited she squirmed off of his back and ran over to me. Luckily, I was prepared for her little hands to go for my knees.

"Sweetheart," Keys chuckled. "Careful. You're gonna take Mommy out."

"Take Mommy out?" Hailey repeated. "I thought you take her out on dates."

I laughed as I leaned down and picked her up. "That's right," I chuckled. I lowered my voice and added, "Which he hasn't done in a long time."

Hailey giggled as I carried her over to the kitchen table. I turned around and grabbed the bacon and eggs. I was placing them on the table when I felt someone snake their arms around my waist.

"Wow," Keys chuckled as he leaned his chin against my shoulder. "Smells good."

"Taste good too," I teased. I smirked when he leaned down and kissed my shoulder. I bit my lip as he continued to kiss my neck.

"Keys," I whispered. He hummed but kept going.

"Walter," I warned. I laughed when he finally stopped kissing me and pouted.

"You know I don't like when you call me that name," Keys sighed dramatically.

"I know," I giggled as I finished walking to the kitchen table and put the eggs and bacon down. I turned around and wrapped my arms around his neck. "That's why I did it."

I playfully kissed his nose before walking away. "Oh, come on!" He yelled.

"Is everything okay, Daddy?"

I laughed when Hailey turned around in her chair. Keys sent me an "angry" look before kneeling so he was face-to-face with our daughter.

"Everything is fine," he smiled sweetly. "Eat your breakfast, little one. Mommy and I just need to have a grown-up talk."

"Eww!" She giggled before turning around and focusing on her pancakes.

I held back my own giggle as Keys stood up, grabbed my hand, and pulled me into the living room. The second we were alone, Keys pulled me into his chest and leaned down, smashing his lips to mine.

"Careful," I mumbled against his lips. "Hailey's in the other. . ."

"I know," he grunted as he leaned down without breaking the kiss and picked me up. I finally broke the kiss when he sat on the couch and kept me on his lap.

"Baby," I elongated as I gently pushed on his chest.

"Please," he pouted. "We haven't been alone since before Hailey was born. In fact, the last time we were alone, we got Hailey."

"Well," I shrugged, "the last four years have been busy. I've been busy with Hailey and you've been busy with Free Life."

I got off his lap and was about to head back into the kitchen when I saw the look on his face.

"What?"

"Nothing," he stuttered as he stood up.

"Keys." I stopped him before he could walk back into the kitchen and back to Hailey. "Talk to me. What's going on?"

He started to deny it but gave in. "I've missed things," he sighed, running his hands through his hair. "A lot of things. Things that I can never un-miss."

"You and Millie have been working on your game," I shrugged.

"And that's what Hailey will remember from her childhood," he scoffed angrily. I gently put my hands on his chest and slid them up until they got to his shoulders.

"She will remember how amazing and hard-working her father was," I whispered. "She will remember that even though he was building an entire world online, he still made time for her."

I stood on my toes and pressed my lips to his. I felt him sigh as he kissed me back. We broke apart and laughed when Hailey yelled, "Why am I eating alone? I thought breakfast was Family Time."

"It is!" I yelled back. "We're on our way."

I grabbed Keys' hands and pulled him back into the kitchen. We sat down as a family and ate breakfast. Halfway through our pancakes, eggs, and bacon, Keys' phone started ringing. He glanced at the caller ID and sent me a soft smile.

"Go," I said, pointing to his office. It used to be my craft room, but we redecorated it for him to be able to work from home when he needed to.

As busy as Keys is with his game, he always makes time for our daughter. As much as he blames himself or thinks he's missing out, he's not. He would drop anything to help Hailey.

While Keys answered phone calls and solved problems, I played with Hailey. I tried to stop her when she took her drawing and ran toward Keys' office.

"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!"

I smiled, my hand instantly going to my stomach as I watched Keys turn away from his computer and lean down so he was face-to-face with our daughter.

"What's up, little bug?"

"Look! I drew our house. And your car. And Mommy's car. And our pool."

"That looks amazing!" Keys cheered as he grabbed her drawing and looked at it. He glanced up at me and smiled. He then turned it around to show me.

"Our girl is quite the artist," he chuckled.

"Yeah," I smiled. "She is."

We went through the rest of the day like normal. Keys took a break at lunch and spent some time with Hailey. My heart warmed when I noticed Keys' lunch break was longer than normal.

At dinner, I noticed Keys listening to Hailey's story about last week when we took cookies over to the old couple that lives next door and their cat wouldn't get off her lap. It wasn't the fact that he listened to her that made me pause. It was the look on his face — a hint of his usual happiness clouded by something that looked a lot like regret.

I did the dishes while Keys took Hailey upstairs and got her ready for bed. When I was done, I turned around and headed into the family room. I started straightening things up as I waited for Keys to come downstairs. When he didn't come down, I headed up. I froze when I got to the bottom of the stairs.

Keys was sitting at the top of the stairs. With a soft smile, I walked up the stairs and sat next to him.

"What's going on, baby?" I asked, my voice soft. I reached over and grabbed his hand. I leaned my head on his shoulder as he intertwined our fingers.

"I just. . . I'm a horrible father, Y/N," he whispered. I sat up, gently grabbed his chin and made him look at me.

"Listen to me, Walter," I said as seriously as I could. "You are an amazing father. Hailey worships you. When you're at the office, all she talks about all day long is what she wants to do when you get home. She loves you, sweetheart. You are everything to her."

"But I'm barely around," he stuttered.

"You're around enough," I said, still holding his chin. "And you will be for the next one."

I held back my smile when his eyes widened. Without breaking eye contact, he reached up and grabbed my wrist. It got harder not to break as he slowly pulled my hand off his face.

"The next one?" He whispered. "Does that mean. . . Are you. . ."

"I'm pregnant," I said, my voice breaking as my eyes filled with tears. I laughed when Keys stood up, pulling me with him, and picked me up. Without saying anything and still holding me, Keys carried me to our room. He put me on the bed and hovered over me, looking deeply into my eyes.

"I promise," he whispered, "I will be around even more with this second kid. I'll help with the pregnancy. I'll help rebuild the nursery. I'll help with Hailey when the morning sickness comes. I will be even more involved."

I gently grabbed his face and brought him closer to me so our noses were pressed together.

"I know you will, Keys," I whispered back. "I love you."

"I love you too, Y/N."

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The Good Samaritan – Joe Keery

Joe's POV

Walking through downtown Hollywood, I couldn't get rid of this feeling in my gut. I've felt like my life was a little too predictable the past few months. Nothing new happened. I'd wake up, go to work, run through my scenes, head home, and do nothing. I felt like I was missing something, but I couldn't figure it out.

I walked into my favorite coffee shop, smiled and waved to my fans as I headed to the counter. I ordered my usual and sat at a table by the window. I spent twenty minutes slowly drinking my coffee.

I was just about to leave, but something outside caught my eye. At the corner of the street, a beautiful woman was waiting for the light to change. She was scrolling through her phone as she nodded to the music playing through her headphones. Something about her made it so I couldn't look away.

She was the kind of girl who could easily make my life heaven or destroy my heart. And, honestly, I was fine with either. I silently prayed for the light to stay red.

I sat up straighter, my stomach clenching when I saw a guy approach her. My grip on my coffee mug tightened as I watched their interaction. It was clear that he was into her. It was even clearer that she was not into him.

The longer he tried to talk to her, the more I got out of my seat. When it looked like he was starting to get angry, I officially got out of my seat and left the coffee shop.

"Look," the girl was saying as I walked out of the shop, "I'm honored but I'm not the type of girl who goes out with the random guy I meet on the street."

"Come on, baby," he tried to say in a sexy voice but it came off creepy. My stomach dropped when the girl took a step away from this guy.

"Is everything alright over here?" I asked, forcing myself into their conversation.

"We're fine," the guy said through a clenched jaw.

"Are you okay?" I asked the girl, completely ignoring the guy.

"I'm fine," she said softly. I turned toward the stranger, instantly glaring.

"She clearly isn't interested in you," I said as calmly as I could. "You can go now."

The guy scoffed in response. "This doesn't concern you, man."

"When a guy is harassing a woman, it is the concern of a bystander who sees how uncomfortable she is." I glanced over at the girl to see her smiling softly at me. "Are you comfortable?" I asked the woman.

She looked between me and the stranger. I watched as she opened and closed her mouth, struggling to admit it. I sent her a smile before glaring at the guy.

"Why don't you go find some girl that wants your attention," I warned.

"This doesn't concern you," the guy snapped. "If I want to talk to this chick, I will."

"This chick doesn't seem like she wants your attention." I cringed just calling her that. I cleared my throat and added, "Walk away before I make you."

"Make me?" The guy laughed. "And what are you going to do if I don't leave this sexy chick. . . "

I heard her gasp as I punched the guy. He instantly fell to the ground as I shook out my hand.

"I said she isn't interested," I said under my breath as I forced myself to calm down. "Now, walk away before I get angrier."

I stood my ground until the asshole walked away holding his nose. The second he was gone, I quickly turned toward the girl.

"Are you alright?" I asked, changing my tone as I took a hesitant step toward her.

"I'm fine," she said shakily. "Thank you."

"Of course," I said. As the adrenaline wore off, the nerves surfaced.

"You didn't have to do that," she said, her voice still soft.

"I couldn't just stand by as the guy harassed you," I shrugged. I cleared my throat, not sure what else to say but knowing I didn't want the conversation to end. "Are you sure you're alright?"

"I'm fine," she repeated. "Really. I'm. . ."

We both gasped when it started to rain. Without thinking, I grabbed her hand and led her into the coffee shop. I turned toward her, my heart jumping into my throat when I saw her smiling and laughing.

"Let me buy you a coffee or something," I offered. "I'm Joe."

"I'm Y/N, and you really don't have to do that," she said, a blush forming on her face.

It suddenly hit me that she may think I was acting like the guy outside. I cleared my throat and tried to get rid of the lump that thought created.

"I didn't mean to. . . I was just trying. . . I'm sorry."

"It's okay," she said, sweetly. She thought about it for a second before adding, "By the way, I didn't get the same feeling from you that I got from that guy."

"What do you mean?" I couldn't help but ask.

"That guy was a creep," Y/N said with a small laugh. "But you? I wouldn't mind getting hit on by you."

"Really?" I cleared my throat at how pathetic that sounded. I wiped my suddenly clammy hands on my pants.

"Really," she smirked at me, causing my clammy hands to get clammier. "Why don't you buy me that coffee you offered earlier and we can get to know each other while you hit on me and I hit on you back?"

I stood there stunned as she walked up to the counter. When she got there, she turned around and smirked at me. I cleared my throat and quickly walked over to her.

"What can I get started for you two?" The girl behind the cash register asked.

Y/N glanced at me, but I gestured for her to go ahead and order. As she did, my mind went crazy. I couldn't believe that I was doing this. She ordered her drink and I ordered mine. We walked to a table, an awkward tension between us.

"Thanks again," Y/N said, breaking the silence. "For stopping that guy. He just wouldn't leave me alone. I can't believe you stepped in like that."

Before I could respond, our order was called. I sent her a soft smile before getting up and going to the counter. I grabbed our drinks and went back to the table. I handed her's to her before sitting down.

"About earlier," I continued our previous conversation. "It really wasn't a big deal. I saw the guy harassing you and intervened."

"It was a big deal," she said, still smiling at me. "Thank you, Joe."

"No problem," I said, unable to stop my smile.

We spent the rest of the rainy afternoon drinking our coffees and talking about our lives. An hour later, Y/N's phone started ringing.

"I'm sorry," she sighed before excusing herself. I couldn't help but watch her walk away. For some reason, I couldn't take my eyes off of her. I forced myself to when she looked at me. I kept my eyes off her as she walked back to the table.

"Everything okay?" I asked as she sat down.

"Yeah," she said, clearing her throat. "Sorry. It's work."

"Do you need to go?" I asked, my stomach dropping.

"It was easily handled over the phone." She paused before adding, "Besides, I didn't want to cut this short."

"We could continue it," I blurted out.

"What did you have in mind?"

"Maybe we could go to dinner tonight?" I asked. "As an official date."

"Official?" She teased. "Then what was this?

"A pre-date?"

I felt weird when Y/N laughed. "Like a warm-up?" She chuckled.

"I was thinking more of a meet-and-greet."

"Well, this has been a wonderful meet-and-greet," she laughed. "I look forward to our official date."

"6 o'clock work for you?" I asked.

"That's perfect."

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Cupid's Little Helper - Keys

I walked into the office, unfazed by the hearts and the cupids everywhere. Valentine's Day at a company like Soonami was a lot like Valentine's Day at an elementary school. Everyone wore pink and red and brought little valentines for everyone. There was also a huge party that started at 2 and didn't end until people went home.

Soonami takes holidays very seriously.

I laughed when I saw the look on Keys' face. I walked over and leaned on his cubicle.

"Why is my favorite coder so pouty?" I teased. I was one of the only people at our company who knew what Keys was actually good at. I often went to him for help fixing a coding issue.

"I'm fine," he said shifting in his seat.

"Keys," I elongated as I pulled a chair over and sat next to him. "Spill it."

"There's nothing to spill," he said very unsuccessfully. He turned back to his computer to look distracted.

"Is it Valentine's Day?" I suggested. "It's just a stupid holiday."

"A holiday that makes you feel like shit for not having anyone," he mumbled.

"You know," I started carefully, "it could also be seen as a great day for you to confess your feelings."

"My feelings?" He asked as his head snapped toward me.

"Yeah," I shrugged. "It's kinda obvious."

"Is it?" He asked, his voice dropping.

"Little bit," I teased. "You come into work already distracted. And every time you get a text, you jump. Is it that one girl? Your old partner?"

"Millie? You think she's the one. . ."

"Of course. I mean, who else could it be?"

I didn't give him a chance to answer me. I turned on my heels and headed to my desk. I sat down and instantly started going through the complaints Keys went through yesterday.

Before I knew it, the Valentine's Day party was in full swing. I ignored it and continued fixing the problem I'd spent the last three hours trying to get rid of. I continued ignoring my surroundings when someone knocked on my desk.

"Come on, Y/N," Keys chuckled. "The party started an hour ago."

"I'm aware," I said with little to no emotion.

"Y/N," he sighed. I pouted when my chair was dragged away from my desk.

"Keys!" I pouted. I spun around and crossed my arms over my chest. "I was still working on that complaint that you sent me. . ."

"I know. I know. I know," he chuckled. "You never stop working, but it's the Valentine's Day party."

"I thought you hated Valentine's Day," I chuckled as I stood up and walked over to the drink table.

"I do," Keys said as he followed me. "Doesn't mean I can't appreciate a party."

A little while later, I wasn't sure where Keys had disappeared. I made myself not care and focused on talking to some of the girls from the graphic design department.

I was in the middle of getting myself a drink when someone walked up to me. My heart felt weird when I turned around and realized it was Mouser instead of Keys.

"You know," he said, overly confident, "your nickname should be Smooth. . ."

"Don't finish that sentence," I cut him off. "Mouser, how many times have you asked me out?"

He opened his mouth to say something, but I didn't give him the chance. "And how many times have I rejected you? So add up those and use that number to help you figure out whether or not you should continue to ask me out."

I started to walk away but he grabbed my wrist. "Come on, Y/N," Mouser scoffed. "All I'm asking you for is one dance."

"I don't really feel like having you grope me to a Rhianna song," I said, trying to tear my hand out of his hold.

"But Y/N. . ."

"Hey, baby," I gasped when Keys wrapped his arm around my waist and kissed my cheek.

"Are you guys. . ." Mouser didn't finish his question.

"Yeah," Keys cut him off. "And you are still holding onto her."

Mouser jumped when Keys ripped his hand off my wrist. My heart felt weird again as Keys let go of me and slowly moved me behind him.

"You really need to work on understanding the word, 'no', Mouser. You hear it enough," Keys said.

"I didn't know. . ." Mouser stuttered.

"Walk away, Mouser. Now."

I held my breath, not letting out a sigh of relief until Mouser walked away. The second he was gone, Keys turned toward me.

"You okay?" He asked.

"Yeah," I said, my voice weirdly quiet. "Thank you, Keys. You didn't. . . You didn't have to do that."

"Of course I did," he shrugged. "What kind of guy would I be if I let Mouser hit on you?"

Awkward tension suddenly fell between us. I nervously started ringing my neck as Keys opened and closed his mouth.

"I should. . ." I started.

"I'm sorry," Keys laughed awkwardly. "I shouldn't have kissed you. I just. . . I saw Mouser not leaving you alone and then he grabbed you. . . I just thought. . . Maybe kissing you wasn't the right route."

"I think it was," I cut him off. That tension thickened even more between us.

"You do?" He stuttered.

"Yeah," I said, my voice dropping. "I mean. . . It worked, didn't it?"

"Yeah," Keys chuckled. "It worked."

I cleared my throat as I added, "You better stay by my side the rest of the party. Just in case, you know, in case Mouser sees me."

"He should think that we're together," Keys said, catching on.

After that, we hung out the rest of the night. The more we did, the harder it was to get rid of the weird feeling in my heart. Around nine o'clock, the party was finally starting to wind down.

"Well," I sighed. "I think I'm gonna head home. We still have work tomorrow."

We stared at each other for a minute before I finally broke the contest. I looked away and pretended to check my watch.

"Thanks again, Keys," I whispered. I sent him a smile before beginning to walk away. I didn't get very far away. I gasped when my elbow was grabbed and I was quickly spun around.

The second I was facing whoever grabbed me, they leaned down and smashed their lips onto mine. When I realized it was Keys, I closed my eyes and started kissing him back. The second I kissed him back, neither one of us held back anymore.

"Keys," I gasped when we broke the kiss.

"I'm sorry," he quickly started to explain. "The truth is, I have a really big crush on you, Y/N. I have for a really long time. And when I saw Mouser hitting on you. . . It was stupid. I know that. I guess you could say I got swept up in all the hearts and cupids and the party and. . ."

I cut him off by grabbing his face and pressing my lips back to his. He let out a small chuckle as he instantly started kissing me back. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer.

This time, Keys broke the kiss. When he did, he leaned back and looked deeply into my eyes.

"I know it's Valentine's Day and kinda late," he said, his voice soft, "but would you like to get a drink? Or maybe go to dinner sometime?"

"I'd love to," I said, my face burning. Keys smiled as he reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear, his hand lingering on my face.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Y/N."

"Happy Valentine's Day, Keys."

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Life After Trauma (Part 3) - Joe Keery

Kidnapped (Part 1), Ransomed (Part 2)

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Part 3 to Kidnapped and Ransomed Summary of Parts 1 & 2: The first year of Joe's and Y/N's marriage was perfect. The second year, however, they started to wake up from Cloud 9. Y/N's job as a lawyer and Joe's job as an actor didn't sync well. As much as they tried not to, their jobs interfered with their relationship. When things are slowly getting better, the Keerys' lives are thrown into a whirlwind when Joe comes home and his Y/N is gone. After getting talked down by his manager, Joe finally called the police. Working with the police and a random call, Y/N was finally saved after two days of being captive.

~•~

Reader's POV

I jumped awake, instantly covering my mouth to hold back the sob. With both hands over my mouth, I looked over at my husband. Joe told me to wake him whenever I had one of my nightmares. As much as I tried, I couldn't reach for him. I'd already woken him up three times tonight.

Instead of waking him again, I quietly got out of bed and headed downstairs. I walked into the kitchen and started making myself a cup of tea. As I sat at the counter and slowly drank my tea, memories flooded my brain.

I remembered the cute note that Joe left for me and the pasta dish he made. I remembered the sound of the doorbell ringing. I remembered the smiling faces of the two men at the door. I remembered the feeling of those men grabbing me. I remembered the truck bouncing along the highway. I remembered the fear building up the longer we were in the car.

"Y/N?"

I jumped at the sudden voice. Before turning around, I wiped the tears off my face.

"Baby, what are you doing up?" Joe asked as he walked over and wrapped his arms around my waist. I took a shaky breath as he leaned his chin on my shoulder.

"I couldn't sleep," I whispered.

"Y/N," he sighed as he let go of me and sat on the bar stool next to me. "Did you have another nightmare?"

I couldn't look at him. Instead, I turned my head and struggled to stop the tears.

Without a word, Joe stood up, grabbed my hand, and led me into the family room. He sat down on the couch, pulling me with him. The second we were sitting, he pulled me into his chest, wrapping his arms tightly around me.

"Talk to me," he whispered.

"It's nothing new," I said, my voice breaking.

"Same nightmare?" Joe asked when I didn't continue. I nodded my head as I tucked more into his chest. "I'm so sorry, baby. If I hadn't gone back out with my coworkers, I would've been home when those guys came. I would've been there to stop them."

I looked up at him the second he paused. "It's not your fault," I said quickly. "Joe, this wasn't your fault."

"It kind of was," he said, looking away from me. "They didn't kidnap you because of a case you worked on, Y/N. The only reason they kidnapped you was because of me, my career, and the new season of Stranger Things. Think about it. When they grabbed you, they called you Mrs. Keery, right? It's because of me. You were kidnapped because of me. They grabbed you because of me. They hurt you because of me."

"I was found because of you," I cut him off. I leaned out of his hold and turned toward him. "You called the police. You answered the ransom. You found the money. You trusted the detectives as they took control of the ransom drop. You were the one who found me in the van. You were the one who stood by my side in the ambulance as they checked me over. You were the one who took me home and never let me go. You are the one who deals with my jumpiness, my nightmares, my separation anxiety."

I hadn't noticed I was crying until Joe reached up and caught a tear with his thumb. His hand stayed on my cheek as he leaned in and pressed his lips delicately to mine.

"I love you so much, baby," he whispered as he broke the kiss.

"I love you too."

Joe pulled me back into his chest and laid us down. We fell asleep in each other's arms on the couch. This time, I didn't have a nightmare. I woke up to Joe carefully trying to get off the couch from behind me.

"You could've woken me up," I mumbled sleepily as Joe almost fell onto the coffee table.

"You were sleeping," he said with a cheeky smile. "I didn't want to wake you."

"I love you," I said as I laid back down. Joe's smile changed as he leaned down and kissed my forehead.

"I'll make breakfast."

* * * * *

"Are you sure you'll be okay?" Joe asked as he stood in the doorway, not even opening the front door.

"I'll be fine," I chuckled, ignoring the fear building up.

"If you're not," he said, stepping closer to me, "call me. I mean it. Call me, baby. I will have my phone on me at all times."

"You're filming all day, Joe," I said, looking down at our feet. Joe took another step closer to me and grabbed my chin to make me look up at him.

"I don't care if I'm in the middle of a scene," he whispered. "My costars and the Duffer brothers know what's been going on. They know you've been having a hard time and they understand if I need to take a break to answer your call and to talk to you."

"I'll be fine," I said to try and reassure him of what I wasn't sure of myself.

Joe still hesitated to leave. I sent him a reassuring smile as I slid my hands up his chest, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"I promise," I whispered, "if I need anything, I will text you."

"Call me," he corrected, making me laugh. "Please, Y/N, call me."

"Okay," I chuckled. "I'll call you."

Joe sighed before leaning down and pressing his lips to mine. I smiled as I deepened the kiss. Joe was the one who slowly broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against mine.

"I mean it, baby," he whispered. "Call me. I will make sure to call you in between scenes."

"And I mean it," I said as I leaned back. "I'll be fine. I'm just going to hang out at home and watch that show I started yesterday."

"Have you decided if you're going to go to work?" He asked gently as he subconsciously squeezed my waist.

"I don't know," I stuttered. I turned my focus to my socks. "I'm not sure. I talked to my boss and he was completely understanding. He told me to take as much time as I needed but. . . I don't know if I. . . I'm not sure."

"That's okay," he said instantly. "Take as much time as you need, baby."

"What if I don't want to go back?" I cut him off. I looked up and nervously chewed on my bottom lip.

"Is that what you're leaning toward?" He asked under his breath.

"I think so," I whispered. "Is that. . . Okay?"

Joe smiled as he reached up, cupped my face, and gently rubbed his thumb across my cheek.

"If that's what you want to do," he whispered, "then do it. We'll be fine if you decide to leave your job."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course, baby," he said. "We have enough saved up. If you decide not to keep working, we'll manage."

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

"It's okay," he tried to comfort me. "We're going to be okay, Y/N. I promise. Do what you need to do for you, baby. Whatever you need."

Joe leaned in and kissed me again. I let out a soft moan as I relaxed into his arms. Suddenly, Joe's phone started ringing.

"I'm sorry," he sighed, breaking the kiss. "Paul called me a car. They must be here."

He paused before adding, "Are you sure you'll be okay?"

"Go," I chuckled as I had to physically push him out the door.

"I love you!" He yelled from the sidewalk.

"I love you too," I chuckled.

I closed the door, the feeling of fear hitting me like a brick. I took a shaky breath and tried to walk away from the door. The thing that finally gave me the courage was when I locked both locks.

I spent the rest of the day trying to distract myself from the fact that I was alone. There were several times when I almost called him just to hear his voice. As much as I wanted to call him, I wouldn't allow myself. If I had, he'd be worried and distracted while trying to film.

At lunch, right as I was about to call him, Joe called me. I forced myself to wait at least one ring before answering it.

"Hey, you," I said, softly.

"How's my girl?"

"She's. . . Okay."

"Okay?" Joe asked. "What's wrong, baby?"

"Nothing," I stuttered.

"Talk to me, gorgeous," Joe gently pushed.

"I hate being alone," I whispered.

"Oh, Y/N," Joe sighed into the phone. "I'm so sorry, baby. I was worried I came back to work too early. I'll come home."

"You don't have to do that, Joe," I sighed. I cleared my throat before adding, "I'm fine. I just needed to hear your voice."

There was silence on the line. I could tell that he was overthinking what to do. Ever since they found me, Joe hasn't left my side. He's allowed the guilt to build up and suffocate him, no matter how much I tell him it's not his fault.

"We're almost done," he finally spoke up. "We only have a few more scenes. Hopefully, I won't be home too late. But I will call you the second we're done."

"Sounds good," I said, trying to sound upbeat. "Besides, I'm probably going to just take a nap and a bubble bath."

"That sounds wonderful," he chuckled. His voice dropped as he added, "Wish I was with you."

"Me too," I said even softer than he did. I cleared my throat and said, "Call me when you're on your way home."

"I promise."

A few hours later, Joe tried to call me to tell me he was on his way home but I was in the shower.

"Y/N?!" I heard him call out. My heart jumped into my throat when I heard him start running up the stairs. I giggled when he threw the bathroom door open. I peeked my head out of the curtain and smiled innocently at him.

"Everything okay, Mr. Keery?"

"Sorry," he sighed. "I just. . . I got scared when I walked in and couldn't find you."

My smile turned into a smirk when I noticed him paying attention to the curtain.

"Joe?" I elongated.

"Hmm?"

"Would you like to join your wife?"

I laughed when he tore off his shirt.

"I thought you'd never ask."

* * * * *

After our shower, we got out and started getting dressed. I walked out of the bathroom and ran my fingers through my wet hair. My face burned when Joe slowly turned towards me.

"What?" I asked when I saw the look on his face. Instead of answering, Joe walked over and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me into his chest.

"I love you," he whispered. "You know that right?"

"Of course I do," I chuckled as I slid my hands up his chest and wrapped my arms around his neck. I stood on my toes and pressed my lips to his. He instantly deepened the kiss as he tightened his arms around me. I broke the kiss, both of us breathing heavily.

"You know that I love you, right?" I whispered.

"Of course I do," Joe smiled. The look on Joe's face changed. He pulled out of our embrace, grabbed my hand, and led me over to our bed. He sat on the edge, pulling me with him.

"You have something on your mind," I noted as I leaned my head on his shoulder. "What's wrong?"

"I'm worried about you, baby," he sighed. "I know you aren't sleeping. You barely eat. And now you're talking about not going back to work, which I one-hundred percent support, by the way. I'm just worried, Y/N. I want to help you, but I'm not sure how. Maybe you should talk to someone. . ."

"Talk to someone?" I asked, sitting up and turning toward him. "You mean like a therapist?"

"Maybe?"

"Joe," I sighed.

"Look," he said quickly, "I know that your sister had a bad experience, but we can find you a better therapist."

"I just don't know if I can," I stuttered. "I don't want. . . I can't."

"You need to talk to someone, baby," he sighed, scooting closer to me. I stood up and started playing with my hands as I paced back and forth.

"I can't," I started ranting. "My sister's therapist turned everything against my parents. Because of him, she refused to talk to my parents for two years. Two years, Joe! I can't do that to them."

Joe stood up and blocked my nervous pacing path. He grabbed my arms and gently rubbed his hands up and down my arms.

"Listen, baby," he whispered. "Not every therapist is going to blame the parents. We can find someone else."

"I don't know," I whispered, tears filling my eyes.

"Or," Joe elongated, "you could talk to me."

"But every time I talk to you about what happened," I said under my breath, "you blame yourself."

Joe sighed as he reached up and cupped my face in his hand. He leaned in and delicately pressed his lips to mine.

"I promise," he whispered as he broke the kiss, "from now on, I won't blame myself for what happened. As long as you talk to me. Please, talk to me, Y/N. I want to help you, but I can't if I don't know what's going on in that beautiful head of yours."

I stood on my toes and kissed him. When I broke the kiss, I whispered, "I promise."

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*The Basketball Coach – Steve Harrington

Masterlist

Warnings: sneaking around kink, protected sex, rough sex, public sex, single-mom, teen pregnancy, language

I sat in the stands, my eyes on the coach. My son and I moved to Hawkins for a new start the summer before he started his junior year of high school. We were well aware of what happened here about 10 years ago, but things were back to normal.

During our first week, my son met some of our neighbors' kids and immediately hit it off with them. He ended up spending the night with a few of them and playing basketball. While he did that, I needed to blow off some steam. After a whole week of moving, cleaning, and setting up our new house, I decided to go to a bar on Saturday night. Usually, when I go to a bar, I drink alone at the counter. That night, I met someone.

I started talking and flirting with a gorgeous guy my age named Steve Harrington. Four drinks later, we were making out in the bathroom. We were interrupted so we finished in his car. Before I left, he asked me for his number.

We spent the next week flirt-texting each other. When I texted the guy from the bar, I felt like a teenager again. That weekend, he practically begged to see me again. Not that I minded. I was dying to see him again.

Things went like that for a month - flirting all week followed by a heavy weekend where we fulfilled everything we promised while sexting. After that month, Steve told me he wanted more than just a hook-up.

I told him about Johnny and my concerns about dating a guy and he was completely understanding. We started dating but kept it "lowkey". I use quotes because nothing was lowkey about what we did when we were together. We just didn't tell anyone.

When the school year started, Johnny joined the basketball team. He came home talking about his awesomely funny coach, Coach Harrington. I was stunned. The guy I've been sleeping with all summer was now coaching my son's basketball team.

I freaked out to him, but he instantly reassured me. He said that we could keep dating without anyone, especially Johnny, finding out. I wasn't sure at first, but after the first game, I realized one very special thing - sneaking around was incredibly hot.

As the team ran into the locker room, I walked over to the sidelines. I waited until he passed me before moaning, "Good game, Coach."

"Fuck," he moaned as he froze. He looked over and bit his bottom lip as he scanned my body. "I want nothing more than to take you under these bleachers and ravish you until they call the cops because of all the screaming."

"Calm down, hot stuff," I smirked. "Can't have one of your players see their coach fucking one of their moms."

The butterflies in my stomach went crazy because of the way he was looking at me. He chewed on his bottom lip and scanned my body. He took a step closer to me, no longer caring about anyone seeing us.

"There's something I need to show you in the back of my car," he said, his voice low and dark.

"You know," I paused, "Johnny did drive himself."

He grabbed my hand and pulled me out the side door. I had to jog to keep up with him as he led me through the empty employee parking lot. He unlocked his car and I climbed in. I laid on my back as he crawled in.

I couldn't help but giggle as he closed the door behind him. Unable to wait any longer, I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him to me. Steve smirked before crashing his lips onto mine.

We let out moans as we undressed each other. I caused Steve to groan as I tore off his polo. He kept himself as close to me as possible and pulled my shirt over my head. He glanced over my chest and moaned.

He didn't go back to kissing me. Instead, he tore my skirt down to my knees. I smirked as he sat up, letting me kick it the rest of the way off. Without breaking eye contact, Steve yanked my underwear down. As he took off his pants and boxers, I reached into the pouch behind the front seat and pulled out our hidden supply of condoms.

Steve sat back and waited for me to put it on him. He loved it when I put the condom on him. He leaned his head back, moaning as I slipped it on. The second I was done, Steve crashed his lips to mine. I ran my fingers through his hair as our bodies rubbed against each other.

I arched my back as Steve roughly pushed into me. He broke the kiss and smirked when he saw my face all scrunched from the pressure.

"Oh, Steve," I moaned. He cut me off by leaning down and smashing his face between my breasts. I let out a girlish giggle as he slipped his tongue under my bra.

"Fuck," he cursed under his breath. I gasped when he pulled out of me and sat up, quickly bringing me with him. Steve grabbed me and roughly brought me onto his lap. He guided my hips until he was making me ride him.

"Holy shit, baby," I moaned as I arched my back.

"Why does it feel like it's been forever since we. . ." He cut himself off when I brought my hips down rougher.

Our orgasms built the longer I was on top of him. He pressed his hands to my shoulder blades as he brought my chest to his face. I moaned as he did what I loved - licked me.

"Baby," he growled. I gasped when he laid us down without pulling out of me. He took back control instantly. The longer he had control, the closer we got to finishing. Until my phone started ringing.

"Shit," I gasped. "That's Johnny's ring."

Steve sighed and pulled out of me but didn't pull away from my breast as I answered my phone.

"Hey, sweetie," I greeted, trying to sound normal.

"Hey, Mom," Johnny said. I almost didn't hear him because I was focused on Steve paying extra attention to my chest. "I'm heading over to Mike's house. I just wanted to call you since I didn't see you after the game."

"Sorry," I said, forcing myself to look away from the veins sticking out of Steve's neck as he chewed on the skin peeking out from under my bra. "I needed to run a few errands while I'm out."

"Okay," he said simply. "Well, I'm heading to Mike's."

"Thanks for letting me know, baby. Have fun with Mike and make sure you're home before tomorrow night. Your grandparents want to take us to dinner."

"Will do. Love you."

"Love you too."

I hung up the phone and looked at Steve. "Good news," I smirked.

He hummed as he slowly pulled away from my chest. I moaned as he started rubbing his chest against mine.

"What's the news, baby girl?" He asked under his breath as he started kissing my neck.

"Johnny is spending the night at Mike's house," I said shakily.

"Which means you're going to be all alone," he grunted.

"Mmhmm. Care to accompany me?"

Steve crashed his lips down roughly onto mine. I instantly slipped my tongue into his mouth, exploring as much as I could. He bit my lip and sucked on it before slowly breaking the kiss.

"Can't leave a gorgeous woman like you home all alone."

* * * * *

The second I opened the door, Steve spun me around and pulled me into his chest. We backed into the house, never pulling out of the kiss as we made our way inside. We didn't stop until Steve pushed me up against the handrail that led up the stairs.

With a grunt, Steve broke the kiss and picked me up so my legs were wrapped around his waist. As he carried me to my room, I turned my attention to his neck. He moaned as I chewed on his veins that always poked out when he got turned on.

I smirked when Steve roughly dropped me onto the bed. I chewed on my bottom lip as he instantly climbed on top of me. Steve started chewing on my neck, switching between kissing and licking, as he started grinding his body down onto mine.

In minutes, our clothes were scattered around the room. We tucked under my covers as we wrapped up the foreplay and got into things. Something felt oddly familiar as we switched from him being on top to me being on top. That, of course, didn't last long though. Steve hated not being in control. He could only handle it for so long. And I loved it when he took control.

I gasped as he quickly rolled us over so he was on top again. Steve roughly pushed into me, both of us moaning.

"Fuck, Steve," I moaned. "I love it when you get rough, baby."

"Holy shit, sexy," Steve moaned as he pushed further into me. "This is exactly what I needed."

There it was again - that feeling of familiarity.

I pushed it aside as I focused on moaning his name and doing the other things he liked in bed to help keep him going.

"Give in, baby girl," he groaned through his teeth. "I know you want to."

"Sounds to me like you're the one who wants to. . ." Steve made me choke on my words when he leaned down and wrapped his mouth around my nipple.

"Fuck, Steve," I moaned as I arched my back, pushing my chest further against his face. I felt him smirk as he started to suck on me.

"Moan for me," he growled against my breast.

"Oh, Steve!" I repeated his name as he pushed further and rougher into me. "Keep going, Steve."

"Perfect, baby," he growled. "Do it again."

"Oh, Steve!"

We let out matching moans as we both gave in. Steve leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to my lips before gently pulling out of me and lying next to me. Steve slid his hand under my body and pulled me into his side. I smiled as he fixed the blanket around us. I fell asleep to Steve gently rubbing my bare back.

The next morning, I woke up to the sun shining through the small crack in my curtains. The second I was awake, that familiar feeling came back. I tried to push it away, but it kept bugging me.

For some reason, something about our hook-up last night brought back some memories. I looked over my shoulder to see Steve asleep next to me. I carefully got out of my bed and searched for my clothes. I was slipping on my underwear when all of a sudden, it hit me.

De jà vü.

I quickly got dressed and spent the rest of the morning doing random chores around the house. I was loading the dishwasher when I felt him wrap his arms around my waist. I bit my lip when he started sucking on my neck.

"Last night was fun," he moaned against my shoulder. All I could do was moan in response. "But I'm kinda mad at you."

"Why?" I whispered. Steve grabbed my waist and slowly spun me toward him. We were suddenly in an intense staring contest as he grabbed my thigh and wrapped my leg around his waist.

"I'm mad," he groaned, "because I hate waking up alone."

"Sorry," I gasped as he started nibbling on my ear. "I was. . . I woke up and. . . Fuck."

Steve laughed as he picked me up and carried me to the couch. We spent the rest of the morning in a heavy make-out session. He slid his hand under my shirt and started massaging my breast as our tongues danced.

"Steve," I moaned into his mouth. "Baby."

"What?" He pouted as he broke the kiss.

"Johnny will be home soon," I said, out of breath. The lust in Steve's eyes slowly went away. He reached down and moved some hair out of my face.

"You're right," he whispered. "I should get going."

Steve hesitated before finally climbing off of me. He grabbed my hand and helped me to my feet. Without letting go of my hand, Steve walked to the front door. He turned around and pulled me into his chest. I smiled as he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck as we got into the kiss. Steve finally broke the kiss, both of us breathing heavily.

"I'll call you later," he whispered.

"Not tonight," I said out of breath. "My parents are taking me and Johnny to dinner."

"Okay," he smiled. "What about tomorrow?"

"Johnny and a couple of other boys from the team are going to see that new movie," I smirked.

"That gives us two hours."

"Three, actually."

"Three hours?" He asked.

"They're going to get burgers before the movie."

"Perfect," Steve smirked as he pulled me in closer. "Three hours of privacy for us to do naughty things."

"Naughty things?" I chuckled.

"Adult things," he changed.

"Adult things," I repeated as I struggled not to laugh. "I know you spend your days talking to teenagers, but angsty Harrington isn't really sexy."

"Fine."

I gasped when Steve pushed me up against the door and started kissing my chest. I leaned my head back against the door as he used his tongue.

"Steve," I stuttered. He licked up my chest, across my collarbone, and up my neck.

"Three hours for us to fool around, make out, massage each other," he listed off, "and my personal favorite; fuck."

* * * * *

As much as I tried to resist it, I couldn't. I had to talk to him about this. It was too big.

With it being Monday, I knew that Steve didn't have practice. He wanted his players to start the week off without having practice to distract them from school. I also knew that Johnny went to his lab partner's house after school on Mondays to get a headstart on their weekly chem packet.

I got to the high school right as the bell rang. I didn't bother to wait for the students to clear out. I got out of my car and headed to his office. When I got there, I stopped.

How would he react to this?

It could go really well, but it could also go horribly wrong and I could lose the one person who has made me happier than I've been in years.

"Y/N? Is everything okay? Where's Johnny?"

"He's fine," I stuttered a little taken aback by the panic in Steve's voice. "He doesn't know I'm here."

"Oh?" Steve asked as he stood up. "Then what are you doing here?"

"I need to tell you something," I said under my breath as I stood in his office doorway.

Steve quickly walked over and closed the gap between us. He grabbed my hands, pulling me more into his office, and shutting the door. "What is it, baby?"

"I figured something out."

Steve locked his office door before pulling me over so we were sitting on the couch. "What did you figure out?"

I looked up at him, unable to approach the topic. "I was thinking about the night I got pregnant with Johnny," I started.

"Okay," he said, reaching up and tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. "What about that night?"

"It was a Halloween party," I explained. "I was drunk and so was Johnny's dad. It turns out. . . He had gotten into a pretty bad fight with his girlfriend that night. So bad they broke up."

My heart beat against my chest as I waited to see if he was figuring it out.

"What umm. . . What costume was he wearing?"

Yep, he was figuring it out. I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing.

"Joel Goodson from Risky Business."

"Oh," he whispered. I bit my lip, trying to stop the tears as Steve focused on something on the other side of his office.

"You're Johnny's dad, Steve," I said, my voice breaking, "I just want to say that you don't have to get involved. In fact, the only reason I'm telling you is because I figured you had the right to know. But, again, I don't expect you to get involved. If you need some time then take it. Call me when you're ready to talk."

I started to get up, but Steve pulled me back. The second I was sitting, he pressed his lips to mine. I moaned as he pushed me back, instantly hovering over me. Our lips and bodies began our usual routine of pleasing each other.

Steve broke the kiss before things could get too heated. He leaned back but stayed close to me.

"I'm glad you told me," he whispered. "I know there are a lot of logistics to figure out, but there is one thing I can say right now to help relieve some of your stress."

"What?" I asked with my stomach basically in my throat.

"I want to be involved."

"You do?" I stuttered, my voice breaking. Steve smiled at me as he moved some hair out of my face.

"Of course I do, baby," he whispered. I let out a small moan as Steve kissed me again.

"There's one more thing," I said, stopping things before they could get started.

"What is it, baby girl?"

"Johnny deserves to know who his father is. All his life, I've said that I didn't know who it was, that it was a one-night stand. But now that I know, now that you know, and now that we're together, he deserves to be involved. I mean. . . We're a family, Steve. I want us to be one. At least, I want us to try."

Steve leaned in and delicately pressed his lips to mine. When he broke the kiss, he pressed his forehead to mine.

"I want us to be one too," he whispered. He smiled as he added with a small chuckle, "He's my son. Johnny is my son. Of course I want to be involved, Y/N. You've done an amazing job but you shouldn't have to do this on your own. Whenever you're ready to tell him about us and me being his father, I will be there."

* * * * *

After a lot of discussion and debate with Steve, we figured that Johnny was old enough to handle his mom sleeping with his coach. He definitely deserved to know that his coach was actually his father. We just needed to be gentle about how we told him. I decided that it was probably best for me to tell him alone. Steve didn't fight me on it. He told me to call him and let him know how it goes.

After a lot more debating with myself, I decided to tell him at dinner. I was going to start by telling him about me and Steve secretly dating. Depending on how he responded to that, then I'd tell him what I figured out about Steve.

"Hey, Mom?" Johnny called from the other room. "What's for dinner?"

I looked up when he walked into the family room. "Actually," I cleared my throat, "I was thinking we'd go out for dinner."

"What?" Johnny laughed. "We never go out unless it's a birthday or something. Are we celebrating something?" I stood up and wrapped my arms around myself. "Mom? Is something wrong?"

"No," I said clearing my throat. I let out a small laugh when my son looked at me like he knew there was something I wasn't telling him. "Alright," I sighed, giving in. "There is something I need to talk to you about. It's nothing bad. We just need to talk about it."

"Okay," he said slowly. "I'll go grab my coat."

Maybe going to Johnny's favorite restaurant was a little overkill. We were halfway through our entrées when Johnny couldn't take it anymore.

"Mom," he sighed, putting his fork down. "Can you just tell me what's going on already? It's. . . It's killing me."

"I'm sorry," I sighed. "There are a couple of things I wanted to. . . Needed to talk to you about. They aren't bad, just. . . Complicated."

"Okay," Johnny said, shifting in his seat. "Can you just blurt it out? Might be easier on both of us."

"I've been seeing your basketball coach," I said quickly. I held my breath waiting for his reaction. He looked down at his food as he processed it. Nervous, I began to explain myself. "Look, I didn't mean. . . When we first got together, I had no idea he was your basketball coach. We met at a bar and immediately hit it off. We dated all summer. At first, I kept it from you because I wasn't sure how you'd react to me dating. And then, when I found out Steve was your coach, I knew how you'd react."

"No, you don't," he said, sounding like he was still thinking.

"What?"

"You don't know how I'd react," he said, finally looking at me.

"I don't?"

"Don't get me wrong," he said with a teasing smile, "it's weird. Like really weird. But can I ask you one question?"

"Of course, baby," I said quickly. "What do you want to know?"

"Does Coach Harrington make you happy?"

My heart jumped into my throat at his question. "He does," I said, my voice dropping. "He has made me feel things I haven't felt in a long time."

"Ew," he teased.

"That's not what I meant," I said quickly.

"I know," he laughed. "I'm just messing with you, Mom. But, honestly, I'm glad he makes you happy. You've spent my entire life taking care of me. If Coach Harrington takes care of you, then I'm okay with it."

"You're amazing," I gushed.

"Mom," he groaned.

"Sorry," I chuckled. "I mean it, Johnny. Most teenagers would hate the idea of their mom dating their coach. It really doesn't bother you?"

"No," he shrugged. "I like Coach Harrington. He's awesome."

That was extremely reassuring.

"That's good to hear," I whispered, "because there is something else I need to tell you."

"Okay," he said as he went back to eating his dinner.

"You know how I wasn't sure who your father is," I started this news slower.

"Yeah," he shrugged.

"Well. . . I know now."

Johnny's head snapped up. "You do?" He stuttered.

"I figured it out," I said, my voice soft.

"Who is it?" He asked, scooting closer to the table. I smiled at him, suddenly nervous to tell him.

"It's Coach Harrington," I whispered.

"What?"

"It was Steve that I met that night at the Halloween party," I further explained.

"Wait," Johnny stuttered. "So you're saying. . . Coach Harrington is. . . My dad?"

"He is."

He cleared his throat before asking, "Does he know?"

"He knows," I smiled, my eyes filling with tears. "In fact, I was with him when I figured it out. He offered to be here when I told you but I thought it would be better. . ."

"Does he want to be involved?" Johnny cut me off. He cleared his throat before asking, "I mean. . . Does he want to be a part of our family?"

I reached over and gently placed my hand on his. He looked up at me and my heart sank when I saw the tears threatening to spill.

"That is exactly what he wants, sweetheart," I whispered. "If you want that too."

* * * * *

I walked into Johnny's basketball practice, my heart jumping into my throat when I saw my son talking to Steve. It felt hard to breathe as I watched them talk. I wrapped my arms around myself, not wanting to interrupt them. Steve caught me over Johnny's shoulder. He said something to him before nodding my way.

"Mom!" Johnny yelled as he ran over to me. I laughed as he wrapped me in a hug.

He's never done this. He's never been affectionate with me. Especially somewhere his friends could see him hugging his mother. Ever since I told him about Steve being his father, he's been like this more with me. He's also been eager to go to practice.

"How was practice?" I asked as I returned the hug.

"Awesome, as always," he laughed. Suddenly, his smile dropped. "Umm. . . Mom?"

"What is it, hun?"

"Can we. . . I was talking to Coach. . . I invited him over for dinner," he finally got out. "Is that okay?"

"Of course, baby," I smiled.

His demeanor changed as he got nervous. "I just thought it would be good for him to join us at dinner a couple of times since he's. . ."

"Your father," I finished for him. "How is that, by the way? I mean, how are you feeling?"

"Okay, I guess," he shrugged. "It's a little weird but I've always liked him. It might take me some time before I'm ready to call him Dad."

"You don't have to start calling him that," I said quickly. "At least not right away. Take your time, sweetheart."

"Hey, you two."

"Hi. . . Coach," Johnny said, glancing at me.

"What are you guys talking about?" Steve asked glancing at me.

"Johnny was just telling me that he invited you to dinner tonight," I said. "Anything sound good to either of you?"

"Pizza," Johnny said instantly. Steve and I shared a look.

"Nothing homemade?" I offered.

"Nah," Johnny said before jogging to the locker room. I couldn't help but follow him with my eyes. I gasped when Steve stepped up behind me.

"He's okay," he leaned over and whispered in my ear.

"Is he?" I didn't bother to turn around.

Steve grabbed my waist and spun me around. He reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. He glanced around the empty gym before leaning down and pressing his lips to mine. He broke the kiss and kept his face inches from mine.

"He's fine," he reassured. "I talked to him before practice. Or should I say, he talked to me."

"He did?" I whispered. "What did he say?"

"He told me that you told him about us and about me being his father," Steve explained. "All he said was that he wanted to make sure that I would be around for a while."

"And what did you say?"

Steve smiled as he pulled me closer. He leaned down and pressed his lips delicately to mine. I moaned softly as I deepened the kiss. We broke apart, both of us breathing heavily.

"I said that I would be in his and your life for the rest of mine."

"What did he say?" I asked as I played with the collar of his shirt. I looked up to see him smiling at me.

"He said that he wanted me to be in your life for the rest of his life," Steve whispered. "And he said that he sees how happy I make you and how he would get me fired and destroy my life if I ever broke your heart."

I couldn't help but laugh. "I'm sorry," I giggled. "He shouldn't have threatened you like that."

"It's okay," he shrugged. "It's kinda sweet how protective he was of you."

"He's a good kid," I blushed.

"He's a fantastic kid," Steve chuckled. His smile softened. "All thanks to you. Y/N, you did an amazing job with him. And I hope you know that I will do everything I can to give you and Johnny a good life. I know I wasn't there to help you through the hard years, but I'm here now and I want to be here for the rest of my life. I love you, Y/N."

My breath got caught in my throat. Overcome with happiness, I grabbed his face and smashed my lips onto his. I felt him smile as he tightened his arms around my waist and deepened the kiss. I broke the kiss, both of us breathing heavily.

"I love you too, Steve."

Part 2

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Rarely Stunned – Gator Tillman

Gator's POV

I've known Y/N all my life. To be fair, just because I knew her doesn't mean I was friends with her. We were in the same class all through school, but I've never had a real conversation with her.

Y/N was known in town as having the most beautiful voice. She sang in the school choir and the church choir. They begged her to do a solo when she was only 13. After that, the whole town fell in love with her. Every family wanted their son to marry her and every boy our age wanted to be with her. I was the only one that people thought wasn't into her, but that was a gigantic load of bullshit.

Of course, I was into her. She was the only one in school who didn't treat me weirdly because of my dad. She was sweet to me. She once told me that she didn't want me to become like my father. She believed I could be better.

I sat in my dad's car in the grocery store parking lot, waiting for him to hurry up and buy the beer. I sucked on my vape, blowing the air out the window. He hated it when I made the car smell like my vape.

My breath got stuck in my throat causing me to chock in the smoke in my mouth when I saw Y/N walking out of the store. I couldn't help but follow her with my eyes as she went to her car. She opened the trunk and started putting bags in. Suddenly, a bag broke making her sigh. Her frustration made me jump out of the truck. I jogged over and started helping her pick up the items that fell.

"Thanks, Gator," she sighed. "But I can pick this up."

"I don't mind," I shrugged. "I'm trying to be a gentleman."

I looked up and smiled when she laughed. "Gator Tillman, a gentleman," she chuckled. "That's not something you here often."

"I'm not all bad," I mumbled. I looked up, my breath getting caught in my throat when I saw the way she looked at me.

"I know that," she said gently. We had an intense staring contest until my dad interrupted it.

"Hey! Gator, get your ass in the truck!"

"Sorry," I mumbled. I cleared my throat before looking up at her. "It was good to see you, Y/N."

"You too," she blushed. "Thanks for the help, Gator."

When I got in the car, I turned to see my dad smirking at me. "What?" I sighed.

"Are you trying to steal Y/N away from that prick, Donny?" My dad laughed.

"What?" I scoffed. "One of her bags broke. I was just helping her pick up her groceries. I wasn't trying. . . Wait, she's dating Donny? The fucking water boy?!"

"Not for long," my dad said in a sing-songy voice. "Got get her, tiger."

* * * * *

The rest of the night, I couldn't stop thinking about Y/N being with that dweepe Donny. He wasn't good enough to play on the football team but the coach was secretly sleeping with his mom so he made him the waterboy. Y/N didn't deserve that nerd. She deserved someone who could take care of her. It made me so angry I got drunk.

I woke up to an immediate hangover. I sat up and slowly got ready for my shift. I went about the day like it was any other. Responding to random calls and vaping in between. That was until I got a certain call.

"We got a 417 in progress," dispatch said.

"Got it," I answered. "Where?"

They listed off the address, but something felt strangely familiar. I ignored it and drove to the address. When we went to the door, it was opened.

"That can't be good," I mumbled. We went in, guns ready. We went in different directions and swept the place, but it was empty.

Until I walked into the living room.

My stomach lurched when I saw her. Y/N was on the floor of the living room, passed out next to a destroyed coffee table. I felt like everything froze as I watched the puddle of blood slowly grow. I lowered my gun, unable to move.

"Sir, there's no one here." My partner's voice dropped when he saw her. "Except her," he said slowly.

I finally snapped out of it. I put my gun back in my holster and ran to her. I collapsed next to her, not entirely sure what to do.

"Get a medic!" I yelled. "Now!"

I turned back to Y/N, my eyes scanning her body. I carefully reached forward and moved some hair out of her face. The second I touched her, I felt how cold she was.

"Where the hell is that medic?!"

My breath got caught in my throat when I heard her groan. "Y/N?" I dropped my voice. "It's me. It's Gator. Open your eyes for me, Y/N. Please."

When she still didn't do or say anything, I continued, "You're safe. I swear, Y/N, I will find whoever did this to you and I will keep you safe. I promise. Just, please, wake up."

I held my breath as I waited. Finally, Y/N's eyes weakly and slowly fluttered open.

"Gator?" She said my name so weakly it broke my heart.

"I'm here," I said quickly. "I'm right here."

"Gator," she repeated my name.

"Medics are on the way, Y/N. They're close. Just hang on a little longer. Please."

Y/N reached for me and I instantly grabbed her hand. "Don't leave me," she said weakly.

"I'm not going anywhere."

* * * * *

I sat in the waiting room, nervously bouncing my leg. I kept glancing towards the door, wishing a nurse would walk through it with news on Y/N. I was ready to storm over to the nurses' station, flash my badge, and demand for them to tell me what was going on with Y/N. The second someone came out, I approached them.

"How is she?"

"She's awake," the nurse said kindly. "Follow me."

I was right at her heels as she walked down the hall. When she got to the door, she stepped aside.

"Go on in," she said. She smiled before lowering her voice and adding, "All she has asked for is you."

My heart jumped into my throat as she winked at me and walked back to the nurses' station. I took a shaky breath as I gathered my courage to open the door. I slowly put my hand on the handle and walked in. My breath got caught in my throat when I saw her asleep on the bed.

Y/N was covered in bruises and dried blood. She had an oxygen tube, the one that went into her nose, and an IV in her arm. Watching her sleep, my anger built. I didn't know who did this, but I knew what I would do when I found them.

Seeing that she was sleeping, I started to leave her room.

"Gator?"

I froze when she weakly said my name. I spun around, instantly making eye contact with her. I quickly walked over to her and sat on the extra chair in her room.

"How are you?" I asked, my voice soft.

"Tired," she tried to smile. "And sore."

"Speaking of which," I hesitated, "can I ask you some questions about what happened?"

"I guess so," she shrugged. I felt like someone had punched me in the stomach when she gasped in pain as she readjusted.

"We don't have to do this right now," I said quickly. "You should get some rest."

"It's fine," she sighed. "Ask away."

"Okay," I started. "Can you tell me what happened?"

"I was. . . I didn't. . . I didn't get the beer he liked."

"Wait, what?"

"I could only find. . ."

"Donny beat you because you brought home the wrong beer?! That son of a bitch," I yelled. I stood up and started running out of the room.

"Wait!" Y/N yelled. I froze in the doorway and turned around. She had tears streaming down her face as she opened and closed her mouth. "Gator. . . Don't leave me. Please. He could come back. . . Please stay."

I instantly returned to my seat and grabbed her hand. "I won't leave until you feel safe," I whispered. "I promise."

She smiled weakly at me before falling back asleep. Just like I promised, I stayed by her side until my dad walked in.

"What the hell. . . Ohhh." He started to get angry but laughed when he saw whose hospital room I was in. I let go of her hand, stood up, and turned around.

"The officers told me you went to visit the victim you found today while responding to that 417," he smirked. "I thought you were batshit stupid. But now? Now I get it."

"Dad," I sighed.

"It's a good plan," he interrupted me. "You found her, brought her here. Any girl would fall for the guy who. . ."

"Donny's the one who hit her."

The look on my dad's face changed. "Her boyfriend did this?" He asked under his breath.

"Yeah," I sighed. "He got angry because she bought the wrong beer."

"Wow," my dad scoffed. "He's. . ."

"A fucking asshole," I finished for him. "I swear, I'm gonna find him and I'm gonna shove my gun so far down his neck that he'll. . ."

"Calm down, tiger," he laughed. "I'll have some officers go pick him up and take him to the station. Then we'll help Y/N get a restraining order against the dick. And, if you want, I'll have my friends make sure he leaves this town and never comes back."

"What am I supposed to do?"

My dad looked behind me before putting his hand on my shoulder. "Why don't you tell the girl you've had a crush on since you could walk that you'll never hurt her and will do whatever it takes to keep her safe?"

"But. . ." I stuttered.

"Go show her that she can bring whatever beer she wants to your place," he smirked.

"Dad. . ."

"Tell her that she can have a better life with you." He patted me on the shoulder before leaving.

"Gator?"

I spun around to see Y/N awake. "Hey, you," I smiled. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine," she said slowly as she looked at the hallway. "Was that your dad?"

"Yeah," I said clearing my throat. "He heard what happened and wanted to know what he could do to help you."

"Really?"

"Of course," I said, walking over and sitting next to her.

She looked down and nervously played with her hands. I knew what question she was avoiding asking me. To help her, I decided to answer the unansked question.

"He's sending some officers to arrest Donny," I explained. "We know some people who can help you get a restraining order."

"That's not going to work," she said, her voice dropping.

"What do you mean?" I asked, scooting the chair closer to her bed.

"I've tried." When she looked up at me, she had tears in her eyes. "He knows people, Gator. People. . . people on the police force."

"Who?" I asked through my teeth. I cleared my throat when I realized how demanding that sounded. "I mean. . . I can make it stick. If not, we'll just get rid of him."

"Wait, what?" Y/N panicked.

"I'm kidding," I said quickly. I cleared my throat and lowered my voice. "Listen to me, Y/N. He is never going to hurt you again. I swear."

"How can you be so sure?" She whispered.

I ignored the butterflies in my stomach as I reached over and gently grabbed her hand.

"I will not let him hurt you," I said as seriously as I could. "If he wants to get to you, he'll have to go through me."

"Gator," she whispered. "Why are you. . . Why would you do that for me?"

"Because," I stuttered, "you're. . . and I. . . Well. . ."

"Gator," she gently cut me off.

"I like you," I forced out. I watched as her eyes widened.

"You what?" She asked, her voice soft.

"I like you," I sighed, knowing there was no turning back. "I know this is horrible timing, but I've had feelings for you for such a long time. Donny doesn't deserve you, Y/N. To be honest, I probably don't deserve you either. But I can try. I can take care of you. I can protect you. I can give you a good life. I can. . ."

Y/N grabbed my face and pulled me toward her, bringing my lips to hers. As soon as our lips touched, I started kissing her back. Without breaking the kiss, I sat next to her on the bed. I pulled her into my arms, not wanting to let her go.

When we broke the kiss, we were both out of breath. "I'm sorry, Y/N" I mumbled. "Donny broke some of your ribs. You need rest. Not some guy climbing on top of you."

"I wouldn't object to a certain guy climbing on top of me," she giggled as she played with my shirt. She looked up at me through her eyelashes, making my stomach do flips. "Gator?"

"Yes?" I asked quickly.

"You promise you can protect me from him?"

My stomach sank at her question. I pulled her into my chest, wrapped my arms around her, and relaxed us into the bed.

"I promise to protect you from Donny and anyone else who tries to take you from me."

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Ex's and Oh's – Steve Harrington

Have you ever broken up with someone and been forced to see them every day?

It sucks.

The worst part of it is my ex used to be my best friend.

Steve Harrington and I have been best friends since elementary school. I moved in a few months after school started so, naturally, I didn't make any friends. One day at recess, some kids were picking on me. Steve heard them and stood up for me. We were inseparable after that.

We didn't start dating until the beginning of our senior year. The night before school started, Steve, Tommy, Carol, and I were at an "End of Summer" party at Steve's teammate's house. That night, we were all drinking and having fun. But then someone suggested a game of Seven Minutes of Heaven. And, of course, Steve and I got picked.

~ • ~

"We don't have to do anything," I stuttered with my arms wrapped tightly around myself. I kept my eyes on my feet, unable to see the drunken empty eyes of my best friend.

"Y/N," Steve whispered. I hummed in response but didn't move. "Y/N, please, look at me."

I took a shaky breath and slowly looked up at him. The minute my eyes landed on his, Steve wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into his chest. Without saying anything, Steve leaned down and gently pressed his lips to mine.

My heart was beating against my chest. I couldn't believe that Steve was actually kissing me.

Did it mean something to him?

Was it more than just the game?

Could he actually have feelings for me?

My brain continued to ask all kinds of questions I would never know the answers to without asking him. When I couldn't handle the frustration, I took it out on Steve and finally started kissing him back.

As soon as I started moving my lips against his, Steve deepened the kiss. Our lips moved roughly against each other as we clutched onto each other. We slowly broke the kiss when someone knocked on the door.

"Guess our time is up," I said, out of breath. Steve leaned his forehead against mine and slightly rubbed our noses together.

"Guess so."

~ • ~

The next day, I acted like nothing happened. That was the plan anyway. At lunch, I was walking to our usual table when Steve grabbed me and pulled me out into the quad. He didn't say anything. Instead, he kissed me. When we broke the kiss, he confessed to having feelings for me and wanting to be more than friends. I confessed to wanting that too.

Things were going great. We made it three months before things started to change. And it didn't change over a certain amount of time. It changed after one weekend.

My parents went out of town so Steve and I decided to spend the weekend at my house together. Saturday we laid on the couch and watched TV all day. But that night, we got into my dad's beer and our make-out session went a little too far.

After a lot of kissing and even more questions from Steve making sure I wanted to do this, Steve and I slept together. It was an amazing night. It was my perfect first time.

The next morning, I woke up to Steve's arms wrapped around me. I didn't bother to move. I never wanted to leave his embrace. About half an hour later, Steve kissed my shoulder. We stayed in bed for most of the morning. We only got out of bed to briefly get dressed and make some lunch. Then we returned to each other's arms on the couch. Sadly, he couldn't stay all day. My parents were going to be home around dinner, so Steve left right before.

I still remember the way he held me in his arms on the doorstep and kissed me.

~ • ~

"I'll see you at school tomorrow," he whispered, giving me chills.

"Walk me to class?"

"Every." He kissed my forehead.

"Single." He kissed my cheek.

"Class." He kissed my lips.

At school that next Monday, I noticed people slowly started to change. They started to pay more attention to me and started whispering and laughing. I had no idea what was going on and I didn't figure it out until lunch.

I sat down at lunch, across from Tommy and Carol. I started to unpack the lunch I brought for me and Steve. I finally noticed the couple staring at me.

"What?" I asked.

"How was your weekend, Y/N?" Tommy asked in a suspicious tone.

"It was good," I said slowly. I felt a blush build as I thought about what Steve and I did this weekend.

"Just good?" Carol giggled. I looked between the two of them, my heart sinking.

"What are you. . . Do you. . . Did he. . ."

"Hey, guys," Steve greeted. The smirk that Tommy and Carol shared clarified what was going on. Before anyone could stop me, I jumped out and ran out of the cafeteria.

"Y/N, wait up!"

Steve ran after me. Once he caught up to me outside, he grabbed my wrist and spun me towards him. "What is going on, baby?"

"How could you?!" I yelled as I tore my hand out of his hold. He took a step back and studied me.

"How could I what, baby?" He asked. "I'm confused. What's going on?"

"You told," I said, my voice breaking.

"I told. . ."

"You told Tommy and Carol about Saturday night," I cut him off. His eyes widened.

"Y/N," he stuttered. He tried to take a step toward me but I took a step back.

"Don't," I said, tears streaming down my face. "I can't believe you told them. That was a really, really personal night and you shared it like we went and got pizza and saw a movie. Like it meant nothing to you."

"Y/N, that's not. . ."

"We're done," I cut him off again.

"Y/N, please. . ."

"I can't be with someone who took the most personal night of my life and shared it with the entire school," I said, my voice breaking as the tears continued to stream down my face.

"Y/N," Steve whispered.

"I'm sorry, Steve, but we're done."

~ • ~

The next couple of months in school were rough. After we broke up, I stopped hanging out with our usual friends. I was completely alone. I barely ate and battled depression. It got even worse when Steve started dating a junior named Nancy Wheeler.

It seemed like wherever I went, there they were. They walked into school together. They studied in the library together. They walked to class together. They ate lunch together while I ate alone.

Even from across the lunchroom, I could hear Steve and Nancy laughing. I looked up at them and it felt like someone had grabbed my heart and squeezed. I looked away when Nancy leaned over and kissed Steve. When the tightness in my throat got too overwhelming, I stood up, threw away my lunch, and went to the library.

I left right before lunch was over but instantly wished I had stayed there when I saw Nancy at her locker. Whoever was squeezing my heart decided to try to rip it out through my throat as Steve snuck up behind Nancy.

I looked away right as he wrapped his arms around her waist and picked her up. I turned on my heel and ran to the bathroom, instantly tucking into a stall. I stayed in there for all of fifth period, not caring that I was missing Government.

As I sat there, my thoughts went to Steve. I thought about our friendship. I thought about our relationship. Tears silently streamed down my face as I thought about our last weekend together. He made me feel like the most important person in the world and then crushed it in the manner of hours.

"I still can't believe you're going."

"Come on, Barb. It's an innocent party."

"An innocent party?" Barb scoffed. "Nance, it's just you two and his friends. This is clearly just a way to get into your pants."

"And that's a bad thing?" Nancy giggled.

"Nancy," Barb sighed. "You can't seriously want. . . It's a special thing and you want. . . Him, Nance? Really?"

Nancy wanted Steve to take her virginity. . . I was going to be sick. I put my headphones in and blasted music to drown out the rest of their conversation. I don't know when they left, but I didn't leave. I planned to stay in a few minutes after the bell rang and then sneak out with the other early-out seniors.

When the time came, I left the bathroom and started walking out. I rounded the corner and bumped into someone. I looked up at who I bumped into and my heart jumped into my throat.

"Steve," I stuttered.

"Hey, you," he said, his voice soft. I took a step back and tightened my grip on my backpack.

"Sorry," I said, my voice dropping. "I wasn't looking."

"Y/N," Steve said quickly to stop me from leaving. I looked up at him to see him opening and closing his mouth like he was struggling to find the right words.

"I just wanted to. . ."

"Don't."

"I'm sorry, Y/N. For everything."

"I said, don't," I repeated, my voice breaking. I brushed past him and ran out of the building.

* * * * *

After my weird interaction with Steve, I went straight home. I didn't worry about my parents being home as I unlocked the door. Both my parents worked so I was often home alone. Not that I minded.

I spent the rest of the day, reading a book, cleaning my room, and cooking dinner. After I ate dinner alone, I hopped in the shower. I got out, got dressed, and started brushing my hair. Once all the knots were combed out, I braided my hair.

I walked out of my bathroom not really paying attention as I threw my clothes in my laundry basket. I looked up, letting out a surprised scream when I saw someone standing out on my balcony.

"It's just me!" Steve yelled from outside. I quickly walked over and threw the door open.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" I yelled. "Steve, you can't just climb onto my balcony and wait outside the door. It's incredibly creepy. I was in the shower. What if I had walked out in a towel?"

"I've seen you in less," Steve smirked. He cleared his throat when he saw my glare.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, my voice dropping.

"I wanted to continue our conversation."

"There's nothing else to say," I sighed as I turned around and walked back into my room.

"You may not have anything else you want to say," Steve said as he followed me, "but I have more I want to say."

"What?" I asked, my voice breaking. "What else could you possibly have to say to me, Steve?"

"I miss you."

I wasn't expecting him to say that.

"I miss our dates when you mostly just helped me with my homework. I miss us hiding under the bleachers during lunch to escape Tommy and Carol's latest fight. But more importantly, I miss parking my car around the corner, climbing up the tree outside, and sneaking into your room at night just so I could lay next to you and hold you as you slept."

Before I could stop myself, I grabbed his face and smashed my lips onto his. As soon as our lips touched, my stomach dropped and I remembered the scene I walked into when I got to school this morning. Completely embarrassed, I started to pull away and break the kiss.

Steve wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer and keeping me pressed against his chest. My breath got stuck in my throat as he started to kiss me back.

Things sped up as our lips moved messily in sync. Without breaking the kiss, Steve picked me up and carried me over to my bed. We let out matching moans as he laid us down, hovering over me.

"Steve," I moaned, breaking the kiss. I took a shaky breath when he started kissing my neck. "We shouldn't be doing this."

He mumbled something against my skin, but I couldn't hear him. "Seriously, Steve." I gasped when he bit my earlobe. "Oh, Steve."

I forced myself to put my hands on his chest and push him away from me.

"As much as I've missed the feeling of pleasure spreading throughout my body as we undress," I said shakily, "we shouldn't be doing this."

I sat up, making him sit next to me. "Y/N," he started.

"You're with Nancy," I said, getting off my bed. I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to get my brain to stop thinking. "It's not fair to her. Even though I don't really like her, she's still your girlfriend."

"She's not."

"She's what?" I gasped, quickly turning around. Steve got off my bed and walked over to me. He grabbed my wrists, unwrapped my arms from around myself, and took my hands in his.

"I broke up with her."

"You. . . But when. . . Why. . . What?" I couldn't help but stutter.

"After we ran into each other at lunch, I went back to my table," Steve started to explain. "When I did, they started asking about you. I tried to change the subject but then Carol started talking about you."

"She did?" I whispered.

"Yeah," he sighed. "I'm sorry, Y/N. The more I tried to get her to shut up, the more she revealed about us."

"What did she say?" I asked, turning my focus on our hands. Steve let go of one of my hands and used his finger to lift my head.

"She told her that you turned me pathetic."

"I did?"

"Kinda," he chuckled. "When we were together, my grades were better than ever. I didn't make fun of people when I was around you. I was the top scorer on our team that season. And, this may be stupid, but my room was always clean."

I couldn't help but laugh. Steve finally let go of my chin and grabbed my hand again.

"I kept telling them to stop talking about you," he said, his tone changing. "Eventually, Carol started listing off things she hated about you."

"Oh," I whispered.

"And then Nancy started laughing and agreeing with her."

I pulled my hands out of his and rewrapped them around myself. I walked over and sat on the edge of my bed.

"I know this sounds bad," Steve quickly said as he walked over and sat next to me, "but the more I listened to them, the more I disagreed with them. And the more I realized how amazing you are and how much better my life was when we were together. I stood up for you and told them to leave you alone. I then walked away. Nancy followed me and asked me what was wrong. When I told her I didn't want to sit back and listen as they trash-talked you, she sarcastically asked if I was still in love with you."

"How could you still be in love with me?" I scoffed, trying to push down my nerves. "You never were in love with me."

"Yes, I was," he said quickly. I looked up at him, my breath getting caught in my throat. "Y/N," he continued as he scooted closer to me, "when we were dating, I fell madly in love with you."

"You did?" I asked, feeling like I couldn't breathe.

"Of course I did," he chuckled, scooting closer to me. "You were the best thing that had ever happened to me. You still are."

"You never told me," I whispered when I noticed he had been leaning closer.

"Because I was scared," he whispered. "I didn't think you felt the same way."

"I did."

We closed the gap.

Our lips instantly started moving in sync as we lay down. I moaned when Steve carefully rolled us over so he was on top of me. Things were picking up fast, but we both knew we needed to slow down.

Steve broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against mine. I smiled when he gently rubbed our noses together.

"I know I messed up," he whispered, "and I can never take back what I did. But I can make it better."

"Steve. . ."

"If you give me another chance, I will do whatever I can to show you how important you are," he continued. "I'll quit basketball. I'll dump Tommy and Carol. I'll only focus on you and me."

"You don't have to do that," I whispered as I played with his shirt. "You don't have to quit basketball or abandon your friends."

"I don't mind abandoning them," he shrugged. "They're the reason we broke up anyway."

I sighed as I sat up. "No, they're not."

"They kinda are," he tried to laugh. He stopped when he looked at me.

"Come on, Steve," I said, scooting up so I was leaning against the headboard. "You told Tommy that you took my virginity the weekend my parents went to visit my grandma. By lunch on Monday, the entire school knew we slept together. People kept making jokes and asking how it was. It was embarrassing."

"I know," he said, his voice soft. "But Tommy. . ."

"You told him," I cut him off. "You knew how nervous I was that night. You knew how private I was and you told him anyway."

"Because it meant something to me," Steve rushed out. He sighed before continuing, "I know this isn't going to make sense but hear me out. Before you, I had girlfriends, one-night stands, drunken booty calls."

"This is supposed to make me feel better?" I tried to laugh.

"What I meant was that none of them mattered to me," he continued. "You, on the other hand, were different. You meant so much to me, Y/N. Still do. That Monday after we slept together, Tommy asked why I was smiling like an idiot. I didn't say anything at first, but Tommy figured it out. He started asking questions, some I answered, some I didn't. I shouldn't have answered any of them. I'm so sorry, Y/N. You need to know though that that night was one of the best nights of my life. I've never felt like I did when we were together with anyone else."

"Not even Nancy?" I couldn't help but ask. Steve scooted closer to me, his face inches from mine.

"Not even Nancy," he whispered. I moaned as he pressed his lips to mine. When he laid us down and deepened the kiss, I didn't stop him. I let him repeat what we did the weekend my parents were out of town.

This time, he didn't tell anyone.

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Love Test – Joe Keery

Inspired by Big Bang Theory S8 E16

Working on Fargo was an interesting experience. The cast was great, but I couldn't help but feel like they all knew something that I didn't. I've been doing the actors' hair and makeup so I have a lot of one-on-one time with each person.

Fargo was my first big job. Before this, I worked in my mom's salon, mainly doing the hair of sixty-year-old women. One of my clients knew someone who knew someone whose nephew worked with FX. Through the grapevine, my mom found out that FX needed a new makeup and hair person.

I get along fairly well with the cast, but there was always something a little awkward between me and one of the younger cast members: Joe Keery. I've seen him act in person and he's really good, but when we get one-on-one, the only thing we're able to do is maintain awkward small talk.

Barely.

"Y/N, are you coming?" David Rysdal asked.

I turned around to see a few of the cast mates walking into the makeup trailer.

"To what?"

"Party at my house!"Jon Hamm laughed.

"Oh," I laughed awkwardly.

"You're coming right?" Juno Temple asked.

"I'll stop by," I shrugged.

"Great!" Jon Hamm cheered. "See you tonight at 7."

I didn't want to go, but after 5 seasons, this season's cast has been putting in more of an effort to get me to hang out with them. I went home after we wrapped up for the day and put more work into making myself look good. When I showed up, the party was in full swing. Jon really did invite everyone on set.

Two hours and way too much drinking later, some of us were sitting around the coffee table, talking.

"Have you guys heard about this experiment to see if you could make two people fall in love in a matter of hours?" David asked.

"Hours?" I asked. "Is it even possible?"

"That's why it's an experiment, Y/N," Jennifer Jason Leigh scoffed.

"The participants ask each other a series of questions designed to promote intimacy. And they finish it off by staring into each other's eyes for four minutes," David quickly explained to lessen the awkwardness.

"We should try it!" Juno cheered as she bounced up and down.

"Y/N and Joe should try it," Jon said with a smirk that made me nervous.

"Us?" Joe and I said in sync.

I cleared my throat and added, "Why us?"

"Why not?" Juno smirked.

"I will text you both the questions," David said as he typed on his phone. I sighed when I got the message.

"You can use my office," Jon said. "It's right through there."

"Great," I mumbled under my breath. Joe and I shared a look. He stood up and reached his hand out for me to take.

"Shall we?" He asked, trying to sound light.

"Don't have much of a choice, it would seem."

It was extremely awkward as Joe and I walked into Jon Hamm's office. We sat down on the couch, neither one of us saying anything. I grabbed my phone and looked through the questions. Every single one I read, made me want the floor to open up and swallow me even more.

"Okay," Joe said as he turned toward me. "You ready?"

"I guess," I shrugged. I glanced up to see Joe looking at me weirdly. I cleared my throat and read the first question. "Given the choice of anyone in the world, whom would you want as a diner guest?"

"Bing Crosby," Joe answered instantly.

"Really?" I asked. "Bing Crosby? Why?"

"I grew up watching White Christmas," Joe explained. "I've seen everything that Bing Crosby did. Also, my mom listened to his music all the time. He's the reason I went into acting."

"Oh," I said softly. "That's actually really sweet."

"Thanks," he smiled. "What about you?"

"Pat McGrath."

"Who?"

"She's a British make-up artist," I said, a blush forming. "Vogue called her the most influential make-up artist of all time. She's kind of like my idol."

"Did she inspire you to go into makeup?" He asked.

"A little," I shrugged. "My family did. My mom owns a hair salon back home. I got into makeup because I wanted to start a new business and connect it to my mom's salon. She'd do clients' hair and I'd do their nails and makeup."

"You didn't go into it," he said slowly. "Did something. . ."

"We had a falling out," I confessed when he didn't ask his question. "Technically my dad and I had a falling out. My mom was just an innocent bystander. He wanted me to follow in his footsteps of dental school while my mom wanted me to follow in hers. No matter what I did, one of them would be upset."

"I'm sorry," Joe said, his voice dropping.

I cleared my throat and looked at the list of questions. "Next question?"

"Next question," Joe nodded as he looked at his phone and read the list. "What would constitute a perfect day for you?"

"It's going to sound lame," I mumbled, messing with my fingers.

"Try me," Joe said gently as he lowered his phone.

"My perfect day would start with me sleeping in," I started to explain. "I'd wake up and put on an outfit that was comfortable but still made me look amazing."

I blushed as Joe smiled at me. Before I could wimp out, I kept talking. "I'd walk around a mall, sipping my favorite coffee drink, and go on a small shopping spree. Girly, but what can I say?"

"No judgment," Joe chuckled. "What else would you do?"

"I'd end the shopping spree at the bookstore," I confessed. "On the way home, I'd pick up my favorite dish at my favorite Italian place on Meaker."

"Girmaldis?"

"Yeah," I said slowly, a little shocked. "You know that place?"

"It's my favorite." This sudden tension that has been building since the cast put us in the spotlight, started to thicken between us. He cleared his throat before asking, "Anything else you'd do?"

"Just finish the night with binge-watching my favorite show," I said. "And then a bubble bath."

"Sounds amazing," he chuckled. "Although, I'm not much of a bath person."

"Then you've clearly never taken a good one," I teased.

"Guess not," he shrugged.

"What about you? What would your perfect day consist of?" I asked, the nerves still jumping around my stomach.

"Oh, it's super adventurous," he chuckled. "I'd sleep in and spend most of my day doing nothing."

"Nothing?"

"Nothing," he confirmed. I thought about asking him more but didn't bother to push him.

Instead, I looked down at my phone and asked the next question. "What is something that makes you feel unstoppable?"

"Weirdly enough," he chuckled, "when I'm at one of my premieres. Especially if I'm proud of what I worked on. What about you? What makes you feel unstoppable, Y/N?"

"When I see a really hard makeup look that I did on the big screen," I said instantly. Joe just smiled at me before looking back at his phone.

"If you could wake up tomorrow having gained any one quality or ability, what would it be?"

"No social anxiety," I blurted. "I just. . . I mean. . ."

"It's okay," Joe said gently. "Not everyone likes being in big groups. Hell, even I get a little bit of anxiety when I'm on the red carpet."

"That's different," I mumbled, looking down at my hands.

"You're right," he said quickly. Joe leaned over and delicately put his hand over mine. I looked up to see him smiling at me. "I'm sorry. It's not the same thing. I wish I could help you with your social anxiety."

The tension was thick between us again. It didn't seem to go away as I said, "What about you? What quality or ability would you want?"

"Don't tease me too much," he smiled as he slowly pulled his hand back into his lap, "but I wish I was better at something, anything."

"What do you mean?"

"The only thing I feel like I'm good at is acting," Joe continued. "I wish there was something else I could do. It would be nice to have something I could fall back on when acting eventually doesn't work out anymore."

"Why are you so sure it won't work out for long?"

"Actors don't act forever. It'd be nice to have a safety net," he shrugged. Without another word, he read the next question. "What is something you consider too serious to joke about?"

"People's appearances," I said a little too quickly. He looked up at me, making my face burn.

"Did someone. . ."

"Your turn," I cut him off. "What is something that you think is too serious to joke about?"

"People's relationships," Joe said, his voice soft. "I always hate when guys talk about their girlfriends like they're objects. Some things should stay between the couple. A guy shouldn't share everything with his friends."

"That's. . . Sweet," I barely got out. I cleared my throat and looked at my phone. "How do you react to anger from others?"

"Doesn't really affect me, if I'm being honest. Especially if it had nothing to do with why they're angry," he shrugged. Joe's smile dropped when he saw the look on my face. He lowered his voice as he asked, "What about you?"

"I don't handle it well," I said softly. I looked at my hands and started picking at my nail polish.

"Y/N. . ." He whispered.

"My parents used to fight a lot," I continued, my voice shaky. "It was never my fault but. . . When they fought, I'd lock myself in my room and read or listen to music. They fought all the time. The only time they weren't fighting was when they were each at work. My mom was at her salon from opening to closing. My dad was at his dental office way past closing."

"I'm so sorry, Y/N," Joe said. He went to grab my hand but I grabbed my phone and read out the next question.

"Do you often listen to your intuition?"

"Not nearly enough as I should," Joe said with a small chuckle.

"Same," I said, still looking at my phone. "Last question. If you were to die this evening with no opportunity to communicate with anyone, what would you most regret not having told someone?"

"My feelings," he blurted out. I snapped my head up and looked at him.

"Your what?"

"I just. . . I have a tendency to keep my feelings to myself," he stuttered. "When I like a girl, I rarely tell her."

The tension was officially suffocating as we stared at each other. "What would you regret not saying?" Joe asked, his voice soft.

"I guess," I said slowly, "I'd regret not telling my parents how I really feel. I've never told them how much their fighting affected me. I should've been more honest with them."

"You still have the chance," he said gently. "Luckily, you're not going to die tonight so you can still talk to your parents."

"That's true," I said softly. "That also means that you can still tell a girl you have feelings for her."

The second I said it, my face burned. I wanted to say something, but I couldn't form the words.

"What's next?" Joe asked.

"Well, we finished the questions so now we stare into each other's eyes for four minutes," I said, clearing my throat. I grabbed my phone and set a timer. "Go."

I looked up, my heart instantly jumping into my throat as Joe and I made eye contact. The longer we stared at each other, the harder it was to not look away.

"Wow," Joe chuckled. "This is kinda. . ."

"Awkward," I whispered.

"But, to be honest, this has been working."

"You think so?"

"Yeah," he shrugged. "I mean, the questions got us to open up to each other. And staring into each other's eyes forms a. . ."

"Connection," I said under my breath.

"Connection," he agreed. I hadn't realized we were getting closer until our noses touched. By the time I realized it, Joe had made the first move.

My heart jumped into my throat when Joe gently pressed his lips to mine. Time froze as we slowly began moving our lips in sync. As slow as we initiated the kiss, we broke it.

"Well," I whispered, "I guess the experiment works."

"Something tells me this is exactly why the others had us do this experiment," Joe whispered.

"You're damn right!" Jon yelled from the other side of the door, making Joe and I laugh.

"Leave them alone!" Juno chastised. "If you want them to get together, you can't interrupt their moments."

"Oh boy," I sighed. Joe gently grabbed my chin, making me look at him. I blushed as he leaned in and kissed me again.

"Hey," Joe whispered, breaking the kiss. "Let's get out here."

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