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It’s A Date - Steve Harrington (Smut)
Author: @harringtonstilinski
Characters: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader
Word Count: 3,530
Warnings: ST4 spoilers, fluff, little bit of angst
Smut: car sex between m+f, mutual masturbation
Requested: Nope. Based off a prompt from this list
A/N: Hi, friends! Of course, my first Steve Harrington fic is a smut piece, haha! This contains spoilers for S4, so if you haven’t watched it already, pls do not read. If you have any requests for our mom of 6, my askbox is open for requests. I might overuse the gif below because hotdamn🥵!!! Anyways, I hope you like this little piece! If you do, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊
“Dusty! Hurry up, you’re gonna be late!”
Do you know how many times a week I hear that? Five. Five days a week! All because my brother is still in his room, doing God knows what!
Upon hearing Mom’s voice calling his name again, I pulled the covers off my body and got out of bed. Opening my bedroom door, I glared at Dustin’s. I walked over to it and opened it up. “If you don’t hurry the hell up, I’m gonna drag you out of here by your hair. Got that, dipshit?”
“Okay, okay,” he said, getting up from his desk chair. “I was talking to Suzie.”
Confused, I asked, “Why?”
“None of your business. Besides, aren’t you late for work?”
Facial expression going serious, I asked, “What time is it?” before going back to my room to look at my clock. “Shit! Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. Keith is gonna kill me.”
I quickly changed my shirt and brushed my hair out. Since I had a phone in my room, I called up Family Video. As it rang, I searched for my jeans that I thought were on the floor. They ended up being on my vanity chair.
“Family Video.”
“Steve? Holy shit, thank you for answering.”
“Y/N? Aren’t you supposed to be here by now?”
Resting the phone between my ear and shoulder, I pulled my shorts down and began putting my jeans on. “That’s why I’m calling. I apparently overslept and somebody was supposed to come pick me up.”
“I was? Damn, I forgot. I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine, it’s fine. Cover for me until I get there?”
“What should I tell Keith?”
“Lost track of time running an errand?” I heard Dustin’s voice and got another idea… well, excuse. “I had to wait for Dustin ‘cause Mom needed me to take him to school. It’s also a perfect excuse for me to use the car today.”
“Has anyone seen Y/N?” I heard Keith asked.
“I’m on the phone with her now. She has to wait for her little brother so that she can take him to school.”
Silence. I stopped zipping and buttoning my jeans to hear what else Keith had to say. After a few more seconds of silence, I whispered, “Am I in the clear?”
“Not in the slightest,” Keith answered. “If you’re late again, you’re fired.”
“R-roger that.” I hung up after that, quickly zipping and buttoning my jeans before grabbing my vest with my name tag attached. I went to the kitchen, seeing Mom standing at the sink. “Can I borrow the car?”
“What for?”
Looking around to find the clock I knew was there, I spotted Dustin about to walk out the door. Quickly turning my head back to my mom, I said, “Dustin asked me to take him to school.”
“No, I didn't,” said boy responded, confused.
“Last night, you did.”
“Before you two start up, yes, you can borrow the car,” Mom said.
“Thank you,” I said, kissing her cheek. “I love you! I’ll be safe!” Walking towards Dustin, I said, “Your ass owes me.”
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10:30AM. Only 30 minutes late for work. It took me all of 15 mins to get Dustin to school and myself to work. Did I go over the speed limit? Maybe. Was I driving like I didn’t care about the speed limit? Maybe. I mean, I didn’t get pulled over or anything, so I’m good!
Once I walked in the video store, I was met by Keith at the front counter. “You’re late.”
“Yes, I’m aware. Thank you. We’ve already established this,” I answered. I walked around the counter and straight to the back to set my stuff down and clock in. Once that was done, I immediately got to work on putting away the tapes people had returned.
“And then Vickie laughed,” I heard Robin say. I peaked out from one of the aisles to listen in on her conversation with Steve. “And it wasn’t like a cheap, fake laugh, either. It was like…”
I moved out of the aisle, knowing that she had to be at the basketball game the night before. “It was genuine, right?”
She looked at me and smiled a little. “Yeah. It was.”
“I remember when I used to make someone laugh genuinely,” I said, looking in Steve’s direction.
Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. Steve and I dated for about a year. We got together the night he fought the demodogs, and then we broke up right before I was supposed to leave for school. Yes, my feelings are still there. Are they still there for him? I’m not sure. Anyway.
I went back to putting the movies back up, and before I knew it, about 15 minutes had gone by. Sitting down behind the front counter, I watched the movie that was playing; Doctor Zhivago. Don’t ask. Robin put it on. A body sat down next to me.
“Ya’know, if I’m utterly and totally right, I would say that Steve still has mad feelings for you.”
I looked over Robin, giving her a face of… well, curiosity. I looked back at the tv, crossing my arms. “Yeah, I’m not so sure.”
“Hey, guys, check this out,” Steve said, turning the tv behind the counter on.
Robin and I both moved to the front of the counter; Robin sitting in a chair, me sitting on the counter, and Steve standing. I was in the middle. What was on the television disturbed me; a teenager from Hawkins High was killed.
My first thought was, “Dustin.” I hadn’t realized that I said his name aloud until I felt an arm around me, the hand attached rubbing my left arm up and down.
“I’m sure he’s fine,” Steve said.
“Better be,” I said, tearfully. “Or else I’m gonna revive him and kill him myself.” Hearing the front door open, I quickly gathered myself, but was shocked when I heard a voice say, “Hey, Steve.”
I turned around so fast, I thought I gave myself whiplash. “Oh, thank fuck.”
“You see this?” Steve asked.
“How many phones do you have?” Dustin asked, Max right on his tail.
“Someone was murdered.”
“How many phones do you have?” Dustin enunciated.
“Two, why?”
“Actually, we have three,” I said. Robin, Steve, Dustin and Max all four looked at me, but my eyes landed on Steve’s. Shrugging, I said, “If you wanna count Keith’s, it makes three.”
“Three works,” Max said.
“Guys, what’s going on? Does it pertain to the person was murdered?”
Taking off his backpack, Dustin said, “Y/N/N, move.”
Moving, I asked, “What fo–” Interrupting me, Dustin slid his bag across the counter, causing Steve and I to shout, “What are you–?”
“My pile,” Robin complained.
Dustin slid across the front counter, knocking over the tapes Steve stacked, causing him to shout, “No, no, no! My tapes! Dude!”
I had moved as soon as I knew what my brother was doing when he slid his bag and then his body across the counter. I walked up to him as he sat down at the computer. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Setting up base camp,” Dustin said.
“Base camp? Dusty, you can’t do that. This is my place of work.” I looked behind me at the back of the store. “If Keith finds out you’re back here, I’m dead.”
“You won’t,” Steve said.
I looked at him, asking, “What?”
“He left after you got here,” Robin said. “While you were in the back.”
Sighing, I said, “I’m gonna kill him.” Looking back at Dustin, I asked, “Why do you even need the computer?”
“Eddie’s friend’s phone numbers,” Dustin said.
“Your new best friend you think is cooler ‘cause he plays your nerdy game?” Steve asked.
“If you stop complaining about Eddie, I’ll go on a date with you,” I said, looking at Steve.
I turned back around to watch my brother, seeing him writing down names and numbers. Groaning loudly, I walk to the front of the counter to help Robin finish picking up.
“You want me to strangle him or should I let you do those honors?” Steve said.
“Take turns,” Robin said.
“Oooh, good idea,” I smiled, looking back and forth between the two.
“Fill them in, please,” Dustin said.
“Fill us in on what?” Robin asked.
I looked at Max, who looked like she didn’t want to say anything, but told us anyway.
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Apparently, Eddie had killed Chrissy Cunningham, and how he’s on the run from the cops… or at least that’s what I got out of it.
“So, he killed her or something else killed her?” I asked.
“I’m thinking something else,” Max said.
While Robin, Max and Dustin called Eddie’s friends, we ended up getting a few customers in the store, to whom Steve and I both attended to. As I walked past him and a female customer, I overheard him try to explain Doctor Zhivago to the poor girl, who stated she had a boyfriend.
After I was done with my customer, I noticed that Steve had walked this girl to the door and stood there as she got in her car and drove off.
“Stop gawking,” I said. He pulled himself back in the store after saying the GD word. Looking at me, he gave me those eyes that I knew was him beating himself up on the inside. I took a step closer to him, almost chest to chest. “Hey, listen. If you can go the rest of our shift without complaining about Eddie or beating yourself up mentally, I’ll go on a date with you. Tonight.”
“Where?” he asked.
“Lover’s Lake. Pick me up at 9. I’ll be sitting on the trunk of my mom’s car.”
“It’s a date.”
“I might have a lead,” Max said, interrupting our moment. She started explaining something, but all I heard was one name; Reefer Rick.
“Wait a sec, I know him,” I said, walking to the counter.
“You do?” they all asked.
“Yeah. I used to buy weed from him back when I was a sophomore. I know where he lives.”
~~~
Robin, Max and Dustin gave the plan of going to see Reefer Rick as soon as possible. So, the five of us went to see him, only for him to not be at home. We found Eddie, though, in the boat house, hiding in a boat.
He explained what happened with Chrissy after we convinced him to tell us. As he was explaining what happened with her bones and how they were snapping, I shivered and turned my head to the side with my eyes closed.
I jumped when I felt an arm around me again. The arm belonging to Steve. I did what I always did when he did that; curled into him the best I could.
“You all think I’m crazy, right?” Eddie asked.
I looked over at him, sniffling, “No. We don’t think you’re crazy at all.”
“Don’t bullshit me, Y/N! I know how this sounds.”
“We’re not bullshitting you. We believe you.”
“Look,” Dustin said. “What I’m about to tell you might be a little… difficult to take. You know how people say Hawkins is… cursed? They’re not way off.”
Sniffing again, I said, “There’s another world. A world hidden beneath Hawkins, and sometimes it bleeds into ours.”
“Like ghosts and shit?” Eddie asked.
“There are some things worse than ghosts,” Max said.
“There’s monsters in this other world,” Dustin said. “We thought they were gone.”
“But they’ve come back before,” I said.
“That’s why we needed to find you.”
“If they’re back again,” Max said. “We need to know.”
“That night,” Robin said. “Did you see anything?”
“Dark particles, maybe?”
Eddie shook his head before Dustin explained, “They would almost look like dust, swirling dust.”
“Or snow,” I said.
“No, there was nothing you could see or touch,” Eddie said. “I tried to wake her. She couldn’t move. It was like she… she was in a trance or something.”
“Or under a spell,” Dustin said.
“A curse.”
“Vecna’s Curse.”
Rubbing my arm again, Steve asked the group, “Who’s Vecna?”
“An undead creature of great power,” Dustin answered.
“A spellcaster,” Eddie said.
“A dark wizard.”
~~~
After taking Max and Robin home, Steve took me and Dustin home… well, mainly Dustin since it was already about 9pm. When he got out of the car, Dustin asked, “Aren’t you coming?”
“Tell mom not to wait up,” I said. “There’s a conversation that needs to happen.” I looked over at Steve for a second before looking at the sky, lightning striking.
“Make it fast.”
Steve drove off towards Lover’s Lake, the silence in the car deafening. “Hey, listen,” he said. “What happened between us–”
“Can we pause this conversation until we get there?” I asked. He sighed and went back to not saying anything. I watched as the rain started to come down, lightly before it gradually got heavier.
I looked out at the lake as soon as Steve put his car in park. After a few seconds of silence, I said, “I don’t know why I did it.” Looking down at my lap, I tried to will the tears back. “I was either scared you’d cheat on me or that I’d cheat on you. Truth is…” I sniffled. “I never stopped caring about you, thinking about you, or… loving you.”
I looked at him, seeing his eyes already on me. “I wouldn’t have.”
“I know, I know, I just– I had that small fear. And no, it wasn’t because I didn’t trust you because I did and still do. It was me and my stupid brain.” I couldn’t hold the tears back as I said, “I’m so sorry, Steve.”
He cradled me the best he could with us being in the car. “Hey, it’s okay. I understood then and I understand now.”
I looked up at him the best I could as he looked down at me. “I still love you, too.”
Without thinking, I leaned up and kissed him, feeling him kiss me back. A simple kiss turned into a make out session which turned into me climbing into his lap after he pulled the seat back.
Detaching his lips from mine, he smiled a little, saying, “Bring back memories?”
I took my shirt off and nodded, but I said, “Shut up and kiss me.”
We quickly locked lips again before I helped him take off his shirt. His lips went for my neck as my hands went to the back of his head, gently balling up his hair in my fists. He found my sweet spot, which made me moan.
“God, I’ve missed that sound,” he said.
“Steve,” I breathed.
“Yeah?”
“Shut up, please.” I hadn’t realized that he unhooked my bra and pulled it off my breasts a little until I felt the flesh of his hands on the flesh of my breasts. “Steve, do something.”
I put my arms down, feeling my bra straps fall down before I felt Steve’s hands on my back, pulling me straight. I moaned loudly as I felt his lips wrap around my nipple, him hardening the bud.
Pulling away from my breast with a small pop, Steve said, “There’s my girl,” before moving on to the other one, eliciting another moan from me.
I felt his bulge on my core, so I reached down once he pulled away from my breast again and palmed him through his jeans, making him groan. After doing that for a moment, I looked down at his button and popped it, unzipping his jeans right after.
Without him even saying anything, I got up on my knees as best as I could so that he could slide his jeans down his thighs. Before I could reach into his boxers, he said, “Do you remember where I keep them?”
I nodded, turning my head to the glove box and reaching the best I could to open it and retrieve a condom. Steve and I were both a panting mess, our breathing heavy. I turned back to him, holding the packet up and smiling. “Are we really about to do this?”
He nodded while smiling before taking the packet out of my hand. “Yup.”
I chuckled before I looked down at his package, reaching for it. I looked at him and asked with my eyes if he was totally sure, to which he nodded just slightly.
It’s not like Steve and I never had sex before because we have. We just haven’t had sex in about seven months, so I just wanted to be sure with him before we went any further.
Reaching into his boxers, I wrapped my hand around his hardened length, pumping slowly a few times to get the blood flowing even more. Before long, I started pumping faster, finding a rhythm.
Steve moaned, letting me know he was liking what I was doing. Not realizing that he popped the button on my jeans and unzipped them, I moaned as well when I felt his finger enter my core. Mutual masturbation, I guess.
“Mmmm, baby, baby, baby,” Steve said. “You keep going, I’m gonna cum right all over your hand.”
I stopped, putting my hands on his face to pull him in for a deep kiss. He pulled his hand from my panties before I felt him tap the outside of my thighs. I got up on my knees again before he broke the kiss.
“Sit over there,” he said, breathing heavily.
I did as he asked and sat in the passenger seat to finish undressing, him doing the same. “Do you have a blanket in the back?”
“Always,” he smiled.
I watched as he rolled the condom down his length after taking it from the packet. He grabbed my hand and helped me back over, but not before I hit my head on the roof of the car. “Ow, fuck!”
He chuckled while holding my head, kissing where I hit it. “Are you okay?”
I chuckled as well, looking up at him. “Yeah, I’ll be fine.”
After calming down, I looked down and grabbed his hardened cock, giving him those eyes once more. He nodded again, so I carefully lined him up with my entrance and slowly slid down, moaning all the way.
“Fuck, I forgot how big you are,” I breathed.
“You know you love it,” he said.
“I do,” I said. “I do.” After adjusting for a moment, I started bouncing… or what bouncing I could do considering we were in his car.
Steve and I were still breathing heavily, moans coming out of my mouth left and right. I felt his hands on my hips, his own meeting mine.
“Wait, wait, wait,” I breathed, stopping my movements. “If you’re wanting to do that, we should lay the seat back. It feels awkward.”
He thought about it for a second before nodding and saying, “You’re right.” He laid the seat back and told me to stay on my knees before we started up again; me bouncing and him thrusting up into me.
With my hair in front of my face and my mouth open, I moaned with every thrust Steve made.
“You’re so beautiful,” he grunted. “So goddamn beautiful.”
“Oh, my god,” I breathed. “I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna–” With one more thrust into me, I came all over Steve’s protected cock. Leaning forward, I caught myself with my hands on the top corners of the seat.
With his hands on my hips, I looked down at Steve, seeing him eye our bodies meeting, sweat forming on his brow. “Almost there,” he grunted.
“Ahhh, fuck,” I moaned loudly.
With one final, “Fuck!” from Steve, he stopped all movements, grunting while his hips jerked, letting me know he had came.
We didn’t move from our positions, just sitting there trying to catch our breaths. After a couple of minutes of being completely still, I moved my hand from the seat to Steve’s cheek, bringing our lips together.
When we pulled apart, we rested our foreheads against each other. I had my eyes closed, so I couldn’t tell if his was open or not.
“I love you,” I whispered.
“I love you, too,” he whispered back. “But, uhm, can you move? I’m getting soft.”
I laughed at his statement, nodding my head. I moved to the backseat, hoping he would pick up what I was laying down. Grabbing the blanket, I wrapped it around myself, noticing that Steve was pulling his boxers and jeans back up.
“Y/N/N?” he asked.
“Back here, dorkwad.”
He turned his head and smiled when our eyes met. He looked at my clothes before handing them back to me, silently telling me to get dressed, and after doing so, he climbed in the back with me, laying down in the seat first before I laid on top of him.
He sighed, rubbing his hands up and down my back. “I’ve missed this.”
“Me, too,” I smiled. “Next time we do this, though, at least take me to dinner first.”
He chuckled before saying, “It’s a date.”
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A/N 2: hi, friends! i hope did steve harrington justice! i’ve been wanting to write for him since season 3 came out but just didn’t have major inspiration until now! but let me know what you thought! again, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox.
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Posted on June 3, 2022
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oh my gosh. I did it. I drew everyone who got sent to me. this took longer than I expected. everyone looks like danganronpas when I draw them
everyone, in order:
@artyboidoesstuff - ari (is incidentally wearing matching outfits with willow)
@starlypenguins - crow (I accidentally made them look like kokichi)
@saranootnoot - mix (it's a football! I chiseled it!)
@dreamys-mess - keith (accidental emo makoto naegi)
@agenderfrenchfry - nadia (probably a superhero)
@king-xie - willow (is probably friends with niki)
@xmymelosmile - august (theatre kid who is also literally a russian physician)
@jeezymcjeezerson - alexander (… knuckles…)
@rainbow-wreck - raine (is probably helping summon demons)
@b-r-a-i-n-v-o-m-i-t - zhan (has nanomachines)
@forgetful-nightmares-stuff - felicity (has a familiar)
@finnthebug - asher (that's a demon. that's definitely a demon)
@dogteath - ??? (WHO)
#these were going to be arrayed in all rows of 3 but I ended up with a prime number……#I also got sick this week. but I had a nice week anyway#ibvs#ibvs ocs#art closet#for some reason some of the @'s didn't work#for the ones that did not have visual references I drew them how I saw them in my head. I hope they're more or less accurate
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hi!! can i just request any two-bit fluff...like jus domestic warm fuzzy fluff ..maybe slight silliness...feel free to write whatever
AND YET
- you happen upon your very noisy “roommate” cooking away in the middle of the night (two-bit mathews x gn!reader, domestic fluff, lowkey so cute)
word count: 687
a/n - asther fulfilling a request??? within a reasonable time????? the world is turning upside down, y’all 🫡 i hope you enjoy 😭
“Keith, seriously?” Your voice is hoarse, a desperate whisper that borders on a shout. It is 2:42 AM, and your recently-moved-in, much-loved but forever annoying boyfriend is making a four course meal in your kitchen.
Surprisingly, this is the first time you have ever seen him cook more than microwaveable meals and the occasional pack of instant ramen. He looks up at you, clad in pajamas, fuzzy socks, and a shit-eating grin. “What, I was hungry!”
“You’re gonna be hungry when I kick you out.” You mutter. “Couldn’t you at least be quiet about it? I heard pots and pans and humming through our very thin bedroom walls.”
“You can’t kick me out, I’m too fun.” He smiles. He puts a lid on his pan of frying bacon and turns off the heat. “You love me. Admit it.”
You scoff, but when he takes your hands in his, your heart skips a beat.
“You looooooove meeeeee,” he sings, “c’mon, just say it.”
“I would love you so much more if you didn’t wake me up so early on a work day.” You say, trying desperately to hide the fact that the corners of your mouth are turning up. Like always, though, somehow he notices. It’s like every almost-smile from you is a win, one more thing to keep him going before he runs out of energy and crashes into bed, legs entwined with yours and mouth slightly open.
He spins you around, still humming a song you don’t think you’ve ever heard before. It wouldn’t surprise you if he had just made it up. “I love you, and you love me. That’s why you’re dancing instead of yelling.” You laugh. You’re supposed to be angry with him, but the tension between your eyebrows dissipates when you look at his smiling face. If Two-Bit had just one talent, it would be switching your mood to happy. No matter what, no matter how annoying he is sometimes, you’re happiest when you’re with him.
“Yeah, I love you,” you gasp as he dips you so close to the floor you can feel the cold tile sucking in your heat, “and I love that you can make me laugh,” he pulls you back up, “but really, what are you doing making all this food at such an ungodly hour?”
He wraps his arms around your waist, resting his head against your neck. He leads you in a few steps, his warmth smoothing the goosebumps on your arms. “I wanted to do something nice for once. You’re always making me breakfast, and you leave earlier than me, so I thought I’d make a bit of food that you can just heat up when ‘m dead asleep.”
“Really?” You move back to stare at him, eyes soft in the dim kitchen lighting. “That’s… that’s really sweet, Two. Thank you.” If you were being honest, you thought he barely noticed you taking care of him in that way. You figured that it’s just something that comes with dating someone who seems like they could burn water.
“Nah, it’s nothin’.” He turns his head, a blush creeping up his neck towards the apples of his cheeks. “I just want you to know I appreciate what you do. This whole ‘me movin’ in’ thing put a whole lotta stress on your shoulders, so some domestic effort from me couldn’t hurt. I’ll at least try be quieter next time, though.” He raises his eyebrows and presses a quick kiss to the back of your hand. You can feel your own cheeks heating up. “I don’t want you ruining the surprise again, hm?”
“Yeah, it sounded like an elephant was training to be a chef in here.” You tease. He laughs, the sound ringing in your ears like a sweet bell. It’s a sound you don’t think you could ever get tired of.
He slings an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close. He would drop anything to have you pressed against him at all hours of the day.
“And yet you still love me.”
You grin at him. “And yet, my love, I won’t ever stop.”
#solar eclipse.#two bit mathews#two bit matthews x reader#two bit x reader#two bit matthews#the outsiders x reader#the outsiders hcs#the outsiders fandom#the outsiders fanfiction#the outsiders#fluff#domestic fluff#tooth rotting fluff
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the end is here (steve harrington x gn!reader)
Summary: (Season 4 adjacent) Your boyfriend Steve Harrington is keeping secrets from you, and you aren't sure how much longer you can take it. (Title comes from "I Know The End" by Phoebe Bridgers.)
This is a direct continuation of the video store frame-up of '86. You don't have to read that one to get it but I recommend it!
Word Count: ~5.3k
Warnings: angst up the wazoo w/ a happy ending, language, mentions of sex, some violence and mentions of medical emergencies/broken legs/painkillers.
A/N: Tonally, this is quite different from the video store frame up of '86 but I wanted to explore what it'd be like to be an outsider in Hawkins during Season 4 when all the shit is going down.
gif is from the Netflix giphy account
March, 1986
Working with Steve is fun, and your relationship blossoms the more time you spend together. However, there’s still a nagging thought in the back of your mind—the thought that he’s keeping something from you. Something big. You ignore it as best you can, but you have a feeling that your curiosity is going to catch up to you.
And it does the day you clock into your shift and see Steve, Robin, and two of their friends searching the Family Video database for an unfamiliar name.
“Uh, who’s Rick Lipton,” you say, “and why are you four stalking his rental history?”
The group whirls around, startled by your sudden appearance.
“Y/N! Hey!” Steve says. He angles his body so you can’t read the computer. “What are you doing here?”
“I’m here for my shift, same as you,” you say. You crane your neck to get a better look at the screen. “So, does he have mega late fees or something?”
“Who?” Robin asks innocently.
“Who else? Rick Lipton, the guy you’re looking up.”
“It’s nothing like that,” the curly-haired boy with them says. He’s Dustin, one of Steve’s closest friends.
The name of the girl, with plaited red hair and sharp blue eyes, escapes you. Margie…Melanie…Meg…it starts with an M. You’re certain of that much.
“Max and Dustin were just leaving,” Steve says, giving them a look.
Max! That was it.
“But we need you to drive us,” Max says to Steve.
“Drive to Rick’s?” you guess. “Why?”
Steve looks different than you’ve ever seen him. He’s agitated. Not the kind of agitated you’re used to: frustrated with Keith’s many demands or annoyed with his role as resident carpool king. No, he seems…scared.
“Rick and Dustin have a mutual friend,” Steve says coolly, attempting to assuage your curiosity (and failing). “We just need to check up on him, that’s all.”
“And it’s a time-sensitive matter,” Dustin says. “So we need to go now.”
He starts dragging Steve and Robin toward the front doors, Max on their heels.
“Can’t it wait?” you say. “I can’t run the store myself!”
“Sorry!” Robin says with an apologetic grin. “We’ll make it up to you! I’ll cover any shift, promise!”
Steve wrenches free from Dustin’s grasp. He returns to the counter, and you think he’s going to say he won’t leave you alone.
Instead, he reaches under the counter to grab his jacket and car keys.
“I’m so sorry to ditch,” he says quietly. “Seriously, I know this is a dick move.”
“Mm-hm,” you say, eyes narrowed.
“But it’s important. Dustin’s friend might be in danger.”
“What kind of danger?”
“I can’t tell you.”
You scowl.
“Please don’t be pissed,” Steve begs. “It’s a slow day, and Keith will be around later. You’ve got this!”
You’re mad. But you’re also a bit worried. Steve’s very responsible and wouldn’t leave unless it was important. And he still looks so scared…
“Steve…what’s really going on?” You step closer and lower your voice. “Is everything okay with you? I mean, I know you’re worried about Dustin’s friend, but—“
“I’m fine,” Steve says. He kisses your temple. “I’ll call you tonight. Okay?”
You nod and force a smile, watching him race out of the store and unlock his car for his friends. They pile into the BMW and zip away.
Someone clears their throat. You snap your head to the right, where a punk kid with spiky hair stands by the cassettes.
“Do you have the newest Madonna tape?” he asks, shocking you with his music taste, considering his whole vibe.
“Uh, yeah,” you say, thankful for the distraction. “I’ll help you find it.”
***
Steve doesn’t call you that night. Or the next morning.
And when you arrive for your next shift, you’re greeted by Keith at the counter, not Steve or Robin.
“Where’s Steve?” you ask.
“Your loverboy called in sick,” Keith says, before taking a huge bite of a breakfast burrito. You wince as he continues talking with his mouth full: “Buckley is sick too, so it’s just you and me today.”
“Great,” you say flatly. Both Steve and Robin being sick the same day isn’t inherently suspicious—they are best friends and hang out all the time. But after what transpired yesterday, their absence is fishy.
That, plus the fact that Steve had the time to call Keith and not you, sours your mood.
“And since they’re out, I’ll need you to work a double.”
“Fantastic,” you snap. “That's exactly how I wanted to spend my Sunday.”
“Hey!” Keith says. “No sass. Family Video employees must remain upbeat and positive at all times. We want our establishment to be a welcoming place. Not a dark hole of pessimism…like Blockbuster.”
You plaster on a big, fake grin.
“Much better,” Keith says smugly, before disappearing to the back room to file some paperwork.
The day drags on. There isn’t much traffic to the store, due to the announcement that not one but two Hawkins High students were killed. People seem too scared to go anywhere or do much of anything.
On your lunch break, you call the Harrington house. No answer. Either Steve is too sick to reach for the phone on his nightstand, which frightens you, or he’s off with his friends.
You wonder if Dustin’s friend, the one they went to find, is one of the victims. The thought makes your stomach twist. Maybe that’s why you hadn’t heard from Steve or why he wasn’t home—he needed to comfort the younger boy through his grief.
When it’s finally closing time, you decide to drive by the Harrington house to check in. No BMW in the driveway confirms that he’s definitely not home sick.
You feel a bit sick yourself wondering where he is and what’s going on.
***
The next day is your day off. You call Steve first thing when you wake up. You also drive by his house again after breakfast. It’s like he disappeared off the face of the earth…
…until you take a shortcut down Maple Street and see his BMW parked at the Wheeler’s house.
You haven’t heard from him in two days, and his car is at his ex-girlfriend Nancy’s house. You feel numb.
Steve didn’t seem like the type of person to stoop to infidelity, but you haven’t known him for that long. And he (and his friends) are definitely keeping something from you. Maybe all that “Rick Lipton” stuff was a cover-up so Steve could hang out with his friends and cozy up with his ex.
You hate how jealous you feel. You hate how it makes you want to cry, scream, and throw a brick through the BMW’s windshield.
Against your better judgment, you park by the curb and stomp toward the front door. You aren’t usually a confrontational person, but you feel a spark of anger that won’t be tamped down unless you get some answers.
You ring the doorbell and knock, for good measure. A tired-looking, middle-aged man opens the door.
“Can I help you?” Mr. Wheeler drawls.
“Is Steve here?” you ask, trying to keep your voice from shaking.
“The troublemakers are in the basement,” he says. He sarcastically adds, “We already have enough guests to legally be considered a hotel. What’s one more?”
Mr. Wheeler opens the door a bit wider and allows you in, pointing you in the direction of the basement door. You thank him before charging down the steps.
Dustin and Max are down there, along with their other friend Lucas. Max scribbles furiously at the desk while the boys sit on the sofa, heads bent low while they discuss something with hushed voices.
“Where’s Steve?” you demand, scanning the room as if you expect him to pop out from behind a corner.
“Whoa!” Lucas says. “How’d you get in here Y/N?”
“Mr. Wheeler let me in. He’s a real peach. So. Steve?”
“He’s upstairs in Nancy’s room,” Dustin says.
Your eyes widen.
“Not like that!” Dustin says quickly, sensing the miscommunication. “They’re just talking!”
“Talking alone in her room?”
“To be fair,” Lucas says, “Robin’s there too, so it’s not like it’s romantic.”
“And it wouldn’t be!” Dustin says. “Steve only has eyes for you. He told me so.”
“You, and Phoebe Cates,” Lucas corrects.
“Right. You, Phoebe Cates, and maybe Cindy Crawford.”
“Definitely Cindy Crawford,” Lucas says. “Have you seen her?”
Max turns in her seat and glares at Lucas. He gulps.
“I mean, Cindy’s not my type. But Steve loves her.”
Your turn to glare.
“Not as much as he loves you!” Lucas says. He turns to Dustin. “We’re making things worse, aren’t we?”
“Yes,” you say. “I’m gonna go talk to him.”
“You can’t,” Dustin says. “They’re a bit preoccupied. And I know that sounds suspicious, but I promise. Steve isn’t cheating on you.”
“Then what is he doing?” you say. “And why hasn’t he called me?”
“All good questions,” Dustin says. “But I can’t answer them.” He gestures to an armchair nearby. “You can wait for Steve if you want. I’m sure he’d love to see you.”
You consider it, but this whole situation is weirding you out. What are Steve, Robin, and Nancy so preoccupied with anyway? Does it have to do with the murders? And why won’t anyone just tell you what’s going on?!
“I have to go,” you say, voice clipped. “Just tell him to call me.”
You storm up the stairs and out of the house. A sense of dread overwhelms you—dread that threatens to swallow you whole.
***
At around 11 o’clock that night, someone knocks at your apartment door.
In a half-asleep stupor, you stumble to it, gripping your baseball bat. No one should be visiting this late, unless—
“Y/N? It’s Steve! Can we talk?”
You huff and put the bat down, opening the door for your (sheepish-looking) boyfriend.
Your facial expression remains stony as you study him.
“Hey,” he says. He clears his throat. “Can I come in?”
In lieu of a response, you turn on your heel and stomp to your couch. Steve locks the door behind him and follows.
“I’m so sorry,” he says, sitting next to you. He reaches to put an arm around you, and you pull away. He deflates. “Babe—”
“Is this the part where you say you can’t tell me what’s going on?” you snap. “And you promise to call me tomorrow, but then you don’t, and the only reason I’ll know you aren’t dead is because I’ll see your car at your fucking ex-girlfriend’s house?”
Steve closes his eyes and sighs.
“I deserve that. But it’s not what you think. Whatever you think is going on, I promise, it’s not that.”
“So, what is going on?” you say.
He turns away and rubs his face.
“I—”
“You’re sorry,” you deadpan. “Why don’t you throw in one more? Best things come in threes, you know.”
You’re being unfair. You know this. Steve’s obviously very upset about something, and you’re being too harsh. But the way he’s acting, and the way he’s not giving you a real answer why, is driving you insane.
He hesitates and reaches for your hand. You allow him to take it.
“I’m so sorry,” he whispers. His eyes are wide and mournful and desperate. “But I just can’t talk about it. Not right now. I’ll make it up to you. Anything you want me to do, I’ll do it.”
You take a deep breath and feel your anger evaporate at his sincereness.
“You could start by kissing me?” you say.
Steve’s face splits into a grin and he leans in, kissing you softly.
Well, it starts soft. The heat picks up a bit too fast for your liking, and you push him away.
“Whoa buddy,” you say. “I’m so not in the mood for make-up sex right now.”
“I’m sorry,” Steve says, blushing. “I didn’t mean to push.”
“I actually need to get some sleep,” you say. “Care to join me?”
“I really should be getting back,” Steve says, glancing at his watch. “Max is going through a really hard time right now. She needs as much support as she can get.”
You want to know more details, so you try not to be too specific and ask, “Do you think she’ll be okay?”
Steve nods.
“She’s strong,” he says. “She’ll be fine. She has to be.”
He kisses you goodnight and leaves.
This time, he doesn’t promise to call. You aren’t sure if that makes you feel better or worse.
***
The next night, Steve shows up again much too late, looking as if he’s seen a ghost.
He’s wearing the same navy polo and jeans from yesterday. You don’t know how you feel about that, as the reminder that Max and the group are staying at Nancy Wheeler’s house rattles around in your head.
“How’s Max?” you ask, pouring Steve a cup of tea.
“She’s a bit better,” he says. He rubs his eyes. “It’s sort of…touch and go.”
You sit across from him at the table with your own mug and ask, “I hope I’m not being insanely nosy, but is she…sick?”
“Not really sick, exactly. At least, not physically.” Steve hesitates before adding, “She’s grieving. She lost her brother Billy at Starcourt. She hasn’t been the same since then.”
The Starcourt Fire of 1985. It was a big stain on Hawkins history, along with the myriad of disappearances, deaths, and government conspiracies that marred the town’s legacy.
You aren’t sure how to respond. You settle for drinking your tea in a slightly uncomfortable silence.
“You know,” you say after a beat, “I have a bunch of old board games and movies. I could bring them over to the Wheeler’s place tomorrow if Max wants to check them out. It might lift her spirits.”
“No,” Steve says quickly. Off your hurt look, he says, “No, sorry. I mean, we won’t be at the Wheeler’s tomorrow. We’re going for a drive.”
“A drive?”
“Yeah, a drive in the…in the countryside. So Max can clear her head.”
He’s lying to you. He’s lying to you and he’s bad at it and it makes you sad and mad all at once.
“Please, for the love of god, cut the bullshit,” you say. You slam your tea down harder than intended and it sloshes across the tabletop. “What are you guys actually doing?”
Frustration flashes across his features.
“I told you, I really can’t tell you.”
“Bullshit.”
“Don’t say that! It’s not!” Steve says, voice raising. He stands from the table. “I can’t tell you! Why can’t you just accept that?”
You stand as well, crossing your arms.
“You’ve got to at least get your story straight if you’re going to lie, deceive, and leave me out!” you yell. “What is this really about? Because first it was all about Dustin’s friend, and now it’s Max. Or does it have something to do with the murders?”
Steve goes ghostly pale at the mention of the recent killings.
“I won’t tell you,” Steve says firmly, a fraction more calm than he was moments before. “It’s too dangerous.”
“So it does have to do with the—”
“I have to go,” Steve says, storming toward the front door.
“Steve Harrington, you get back here!” you call, following him.
Too late. He’s out the door, slamming it behind him.
As soon as he’s gone, your resolve just crumbles. You cry. You cry, because your sweet, sensitive boyfriend is acting like a different person. You cry because he’s obviously hurting and in some kind of trouble but won’t talk about it, making it impossible to help him. You cry because you don’t want to lose him, because you’ve only been dating for a short time but you might love him. Because you aren’t sure how much longer you can do this.
***
You’re back at the Family Video the next day, working alongside Keith and Randy, a former employee home from college on spring break. Randy’s a pretentious film student who won’t shut up about movies you’ve never seen. It makes you wish you were working with Steve today, despite last night’s argument. You aren’t even sure if Steve wants to be your boyfriend anymore, and that thought tortures you all day.
“The Godfather is a perfect film,” Randy drones as the two of you log returns in the computer. “Have you seen it?”
“No, I prefer comedies.”
Randy scoffs.
“Oh, that drivel?”
“Comedy is not drivel!” you protest. “People need to laugh sometimes.”
You spend the rest of your shift defending your favorite movies, and you seriously consider whacking Randy upside the head when he insults The Muppets Take Manhattan.
Again, you drive past Steve’s house, and are surprised to see his car parked in its usual spot.
“Steve?” you call, banging on the door. “It’s Y/N. Are you home? Can we talk?”
You continue knocking and shouting for him to answer, to no avail. Eventually, his next-door neighbor yells for you to shut it, so you leave.
At 2:30 in the morning, your phone rings. You mumble a “Hello?” into the receiver, wondering if you’re dreaming.
“Hey, Y/N.”
It’s Steve. You figured as much. Who else would call so late?
“Hey,” you say, feeling more awake than you did before.
Part of you wonders if this is evidence of some kind of shift in your relationship. Maybe Steve doesn’t want to actually date you anymore. Maybe he just wants to sleep with you, and that’s why he’s only been visiting and calling late at night, and not talking about what’s going on. You don’t like that thought.
“I’m so glad to hear your voice,” Steve says with a deep sigh.
He sounds weary, and almost hoarse. This panics you. Under normal circumstances, you’d think he was just sick. But now, you aren’t sure what to think.
“Steve, where are you?”
“Doesn’t matter.”
“I think it does! Are you okay? You sound weak.”
“Gee, thanks.”
“I don’t mean it as an insult! Seriously. Do you need me to come get you? Or call an ambulance, or something?”
“I’m fine, Y/N. Just tired. Tired, and missing you.”
“Well, then, why don’t you come over?” you say. You tamp down your worry and try a different tactic: “Maybe we can finally give that make-up sex a try.”
You hear a chorus of “Ew, gross!” and “Gag me with a spoon.”
“Sorry, I should’ve told you,” Steve mumbles, “I’m not alone.”
“Yeah, I got that now. Is Max doing okay?”
“Yeah, she’s fine. We're at her place now. I just wanted to…no, I needed to call you and say sorry. These past few days, I’ve been really shitty to you.”
“You kind of have been,” you say. “But I haven’t been very supportive. I’m sorry too. Whatever’s going on, I hope it, um…gets better.”
“Thanks,” Steve says. “Oh, and about the make-up sex—can we get a rain check?”
“I’ll see if I can pencil you in my busy social schedule,” you tease. “Call me tomorrow night?”
“I will,” Steve says. His voice wavers and he adds, “I promise.”
***
The next night, he does call. Still wearing his gear from the Vecna battle, he calls your house from the hospital payphone minutes after Max is wheeled into surgery.
“Pick up, pick up!” he grumbles. “Why aren’t they answering?!”
“Have you tried calling Family Video?” Robin says. “It’s inventory night. Keith always makes us stay late for inventory.”
“Oh, fuck,” Steve says. He looks at Robin with panicked eyes. “We were supposed to be there for inventory. Did you remember to call out for us?”
“I thought you did!”
“Here’s some more quarters,” Nancy says, appearing from around the corner with a handful of coins. “After you call Y/N, I need to call Max’s mom and the Sinclairs. Robin, have you called your family yet?”
Steve dials the Family Video number and waits with bated breath. He groans when the call doesn’t connect. He needs to hear your voice, to know you’re okay after the earthquake.
Unfortunately, you are far from okay.
You’re at the store doing inventory with Randy, listening to more of his dry takes, when the earthquake hits.
Randy immediately begins to panic.
“There’s no tub!” he screams over the sound of the rattling earth.
“Huh?!” you yell back, holding onto the counter for dear life.
“In an earthquake, you’re supposed to hide in a tub!” He scans the room and gasps. “Or a doorframe!”
He darts toward the doorframe that leads to the back room.
“Randy, stop running!” you scream. “You’ll hurt yourself!”
You notice a tall shelf of tapes tip forward and you surge ahead, pushing Randy out of the way as the shelf hits the ground. In the scuffle, one of your legs gets pinned underneath it.
A bloodcurdling scream echoes through the store. It takes you a minute to realize the sound is coming from you and not from some banshee.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Randy yells. “Y/N, are you okay?”
The earthquake slows, the violent shaking making way for a quiet rumble. He runs back to you and tries to lift the shelf off of you, with no luck.
“It’s too heavy,” he says, face pinched with fear and a bit of guilt. “Can you move your leg at all?”
You wince and shake your head, tears running down your face.
“I can’t move it,” you say. You sniffle. “It hurts really really bad.”
“I’ll call for help!” Randy says. He grabs the phone off the counter and curses. He tries the second phone, and then races to Keith’s office to try the third. “No signal. I guess the quake took out the telephone lines. I’ll go get someone!”
“Don’t leave me!” you cry out. “Please!”
“I’ll be right back,” Randy says. “I promise! And I’ll reevaluate my stance on comedies, just for you.”
“I appreciate that,” you say through sobs.
Randy rushes out into the night, and you hear him shouting, “Hey, hey! We need an ambulance!”
As you lay alone in the video store in unimaginable pain, you worry. You worry about Steve and his friends, hoping they fared better than you in the natural disaster. You worry about your leg, wondering if you’ll ever be able to use it the same again. You worry that you wasted your time being upset with Steve, and—in a particularly dark moment—you worry that you may never see him again.
After what feels like an eternity, Randy returns with a group of paramedics.
“Hey there,” one of them says. “Are you Y/N?”
“The one and only,” you say through gritted teeth. “I can’t feel my leg anymore. Are you going to have to amputate it? Please say no.”
“Amputations are rare,” another paramedic reassures you. You breathe a sigh of relief. “Let’s get this thing off you and get you to the hospital, yeah?”
***
The rest of the night is a blur for you. The paramedics free your leg and pump you full of so many painkillers, it’s hard to focus on much of anything.
You don’t feel fully like yourself again until the next morning, when you wake up in a hospital bed with a bright blue cast on your leg.
A soft snore to your left indicates company. You are so relieved to see it’s—
“Steve!” you shout, startling him awake. “What happened to your neck?!”
“Y/N, oh my god,” Steve says, jumping from the armchair he was uncomfortably squished into. “How are you feeling? Do you need anything?”
“Did someone choke you?” you say, sitting up against your pillows. “Who do I need to fight?”
“You aren’t fighting anyone until that’s gone,” Steve says, pointing to your cast. He gingerly sits on the edge of the bed, careful of your leg. “Geez, I was so worried about you. I called and called, both the store and your house, and then I saw some paramedics bring you in on a stretcher, and I just panicked. I was so afraid I was going to lose you.”
You reach over and hold both of his hands with yours. He smiles at you, but his eyes are sad.
“I’m here,” you say. You wince. “My leg hurts like hell, and I’ll probably never walk, run, or swim as fast as I used to, but I’m here.”
“I’m so glad you are,” he says quietly. He sucks in a breath. “Max got really badly hurt in…in the quake. She’s unconscious and they don’t know when…if…she’ll wake up.”
“Oh, Steve, I’m so sorry.”
You pull him into a hug, and he holds you tightly.
You know you should keep your mouth shut and just be in this moment with him, but a nagging thought in your mind won’t leave you alone.
“Steve,” you say quietly, pulling away. “I don’t usually believe in ultimatums, because things aren’t usually so black-and-white. But I’m about to give you one. Please don’t hate me.”
Worry flashes in his eyes. He shakes his head.
“I could never hate you,” he says, voice cracking.
You squeeze his hands and say: “If you can’t be honest with me about what’s going on, I think we have to break up.”
Steve’s eyes widen.
“I’m sorry,” you blurt out, before he can say anything. “I know that’s so unfair. But what’s a relationship without honesty and communication, and we just…don’t have that at the moment. I have the sneaking suspicion that this earthquake and the killings are connected, and I think you know more than you’re letting on. The earthquake did this—” You gesture to your leg. “And I feel like I have a right to know the truth. To know what’s hurting you. Please, Steve. Just tell me.”
You watch his facial expression. Unreadable emotions flick across his features, and you can tell he’s brainstorming. Thinking hard, trying to determine the right thing to say next.
“Y/N,” he says, voice low. “It’s dangerous. Really dangerous. I don’t want to involve you if I can help it.”
“Steve—”
“I don’t want you to get hurt—”
“I already got hurt!”
“I won’t put you in any more danger,” Steve says. He looks about two seconds from sobbing, but he says, “Ignorance is bliss, right?”
It guts you to do so, but you gingerly drop his hands.
“Okay.”
“Y/N, can we just—”
“I think you should leave.” You can’t even look at him as you say it, instead staring at some wilting daisies on the windowsill.
Steve opens his mouth as if he’s going to protest, but closes it and nods.
“If that’s what you really want, I’ll go,” he whispers.
You nod, despite the part of you deep down screaming for him to stay.
He hesitates before walking out.
***
A day and a half later, you’ve been discharged from the hospital. From your perch on your couch, you watch ash swirling outside your window. The sight is terrifying, and the news is full of weathermen trying to make sense of the strange weather pattern.
Knock, knock, knock, knock!
You hobble to your feet, clumsy as a baby deer due to your crutches, and open the door.
“Steve!” you say, a bit shocked (yet relieved). He’s got flakes of ash on his head and shoulders, looking like a dusting of snow. “Hey, I was going to call you. I think I made a big mistake—”
“I want to tell you everything,” he blurts out.
You stumble a bit and he grabs your shoulders to steady you.
“Really?” you say. “Because I thought about it, and you don’t have to.”
“I want to,” Steve says. “You’re right. I need to be fully honest. And, frankly, I can’t do this without you.”
So you let him in, and you sit on the couch with your injured leg propped on pillows while he tells you everything. About Will Byers going missing, and how he wasn’t just lost in the woods like everyone thought. About how he came back from another dimension but he brought something dark and twisted with him, an evil sort of presence. How that evil presence latched onto Max’s brother Billy last summer and used him as a general of sorts, collecting more soldiers to create a terrifying monster. How the mastermind behind the plan, Vecna/Henry Creel/One, is the real murderer.
“Everyone thinks it was Eddie,” Steve says, looking down at his feet. “But Eddie sacrificed himself so the bats wouldn’t swarm our version of Hawkins. If he hadn’t done that, the casualties would’ve been a lot worse.”
“And Vecna tried to kill Max too?” you say. The first thing you’ve said since he started his tale.
“He did kill Max. But she came back, somehow. It’s a miracle.”
You aren’t sure what to say. Monsters and alternate dimensions and evil doctors. It’s all the stuff of science fiction…right?
Steve huffs out a laugh at the twisted frown on your face.
“You don’t believe me,” he says.
“No! I do. I’m just…processing.”
“It’s all true,” Steve says. “Every word. And as much as it sucks, I have to help my friends stop Vecna and destroy the Upside Down once and for all. Once we do that, maybe things can get back to normal.”
“Sounds like a plan. When do we start?”
Steve’s brows pull together.
“Uh, did you just say ‘we’?”
“I did. I want to help.”
“No way!” Steve scoffs. “I told you because I didn’t want to keep it from you anymore. Not because I want you to get involved in this fight.”
“Steve—”
“Y/N! Seriously!” Steve says. He laces your hands together. “You’re, like, the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I’m not going to let the person I love throw themselves into this mess. I need you to be safe.”
He looks up and is a bit surprised to see goofy grin on your face.
“You said you love me,” you whisper.
Steve blushes.
“Oh, right. I hope that’s okay?”
“You hope it’s okay that you love me?”
“Uh, yeah. And I hope you’ll take me back, but if you feel like you can’t after everything I told you I understand and—”
You grab him by the collar and pull him in for a kiss. He melts into it, wrapping his arms around you.
“I love you too,” you say, once you finally pull away. “And I am taking you back, and I’ll respect your wishes not to get involved in your monster hunting mission, but you have to promise me that you won’t get killed or something, because that would massively suck.”
“You got it,” he says. He checks his watch.
“You heading out?” you ask, a bit disappointed.
Steve shakes his head.
“Nope. I have three hours until I’m meeting the others to discuss our next move.”
“Three hours,” you say, eyes sparkling a bit hungrily. “Huh. There’s so much we could do to fill that time…one activity I can’t get out of my head rhymes with ‘take-up schmex.’”
“Y/N. Your leg is broken.”
“The medical term is actually ‘smushed,’ so I’m cleared for sexual activity.”
“Is that so?” Steve says. “Well, if your doctor says it’s okay…”
In one fluid motion, he scoops you up in his arms. You squeal in surprise as he carries you to your bedroom.
Hawkins had changed overnight. Everything Steve told you makes it seem like a much scarier, darker place.
But you have Steve, and he has you, and you know that no matter what happens next, nothing is going to change that.
***
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kit walker smut where they’re having an affair, or if you don’t write stuff like that, that’s okay :)
In A House That Isn't Mine
note: OOOOOH SPICY BITTTCCCCHHH YES!!! gotta make Y/N the cheater here tho bc kit is too kind to cheat...
summary: a disgruntled housewife, whose husband is likely already cheating on her, takes her sorrows to our very own kit walker (pre-asylum).
warnings: adultery/cheating/affair/whatever tf you wanna call it, sm*t duh,
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I was growing tired of nights spent alone. I held a cigarette in my teeth while lighting it and proceeded to take a long drag. From my seat at the dining room table, I watched the window. Headlights passed by sparingly, each one getting my hopes up. 9 pm. It seemed likely that my darling husband would not be returning home tonight.
I was married off in 1959 at the age of 20. It was pseudo-arrganed. In that, my father was friends with my husband-to-be's father. They were business partners, actually. His boy was shy of "boy" status, at 30 years old. His father worried for his unmarried child, and my father offered 19-year-old me up. How dandy.
Upon meeting Keith, I was swept away by his chivalry and coyness. He was my prince charming. My own girlish fantasies of being a wife and mothering children blinded me from what was truly happening. We married in the Spring, just after my twentieth birthday.
It wasn't even when the ring was finally slipped on my finger that things changed. It was when we began having fertility issues. Issues that, let's just say, were not my fault in the slightest. But, in his eyes, it was me that couldn't give him a child.
That was when the late nights began. The child in me that was excited to welcome my husband home, prepare his dinner, and kiss him goodnight was crushed. He increasingly spent nights away from our home in the two years we were married.
It was only fair that my eyes began to wander as well. I received no attention from my own husband, so I sought it elsewhere.
My car, bought for me by my father as a wedding present, had a small leak in the tire. As part of my daily chores, I went to go get it patched up at a local repair shop. My car was my only freedom from the hell I was living in.
The old man who answered the phone at the shop earlier in the day was not the man who greeted me when I arrived. Certainly not. This was a man my age, with soft golden curls and a lazy smile. He moved with confidence and had a piercing gaze that made my stomach flip.
He fixed my tire quickly and handed me his home phone number scribbled on a scrap of paper with a wink. Kit Walker, MElrose-3437. I assume he hadn't seen the wedding band on my finger.
It was a while before I gathered the courage to actually call this 'Kit' character. The receiver suddenly felt heavy in my hand, knowing I was doing something wrong, but it was another night in which Keith didn't care to come home from 'work.'
Seeing Kit became a regular thing. My being married was no problem for him. We fooled around whenever I felt lonely, which was essentially all the time.
And on this particular night, the feeling was too much to bear. Seeing the fifteenth car pass by with no sign of my husband, I stood and walked to the phone.
'Hello?' his low voice spoke over the line.
'Hi Kit,' I replied.
'Y/N,' he sighed. I could hear him smiling in his voice. 'How are ya?'
'Come over?' I asked, wasting no time.
'You sure I can?' he spoke lowly.
'Yes,' I uttered. I hung up the phone and rushed to the bedroom to make it presentable. If my husband saw it fit to lay in some other woman's bed, it was perfectly fine that Kit laid in ours.
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Kit arrived within the hour. He completely changed my perspective on life. The air felt lighter as soon as he entered the house. He smelled of tires and dry wood cologne. He wore a simple white t-shirt and motor-oil-stained jeans. He shut the door behind him with care and stepped further into the home, meeting me in the foyer.
'Hey beautiful,' he sighed, bringing me in for a kiss. I breathed him in. Light stubble scratched against my face as he held me tight.
I wore my flouncy floral pajama set that just barely covered my backside. The babydoll-style top was embellished with a blue satin bow, and beautiful puffed short sleeves. The shorts rode up slightly when I stretched my arms up to hold Kit tightly. It was only natural that his hands wandered downward.
‘I couldn’t wait to see you,’ I murmured into his lips. ‘It’s been too long.’ He pulled back and contorted his face.
‘Damn, it has been long, hasn’t it? Two weeks or so,’ he agreed. ‘I couldn’t wait to see you either.’ His tone turned darker as he turned his attention back to my lips.
‘Too long,’ I hummed. Kit continued to kiss me as I led the way through the foyer to the stairs. The dark wood creaked under our feet. The house was dim, with only the dining room and bedroom lights on. We ascended, lips still locked, fumbling with articles of clothing in the dark.
We arrived at my plush shared bedroom. Only my bedside lamp illuminated the space, giving it a warm pink glow. We, still locked in each other’s embrace, staggered onto the bed, knocking a picture frame off the wall. It fell onto the top of the headboard and pitched at an angle onto the floor. The glass shattered upon impact, the sound ringing out in the empty house.
I laughed up at Kit, who was positioned on top of me. He didn’t smile, though. Instead, he lurched off of me to go retrieve the broken picture. I watched as he flipped it over slowly, more glass falling out of it onto the carpet.
‘It’s your, uh, wedding photo,’ he coughed.
‘God dammit,’ I exclaimed. ‘I’ll have to get a new frame.’
‘Won’t he care?’ Kit muttered, looking up at me with concern on his brow.
‘Baby, I don’t think he’d notice if I died,’ I laughed. I stooped down onto the ground and began to help Kit pick pieces of glass out of the rug.
‘You looked so happy,’ he murmured, holding the photo. ‘With him.’
‘I suppose I was,’ I said nonchalantly, dragging the small waste bin from the corner of the room over to where the frame had broken. We both discarded the glass in our hands, Kit still holding the photo.
‘I can take that,’ I began, holding my hand out, ‘I’ll put it somewhere else.’
‘Do you still, uh, feel anything for him?’ Guilt was all over his face as he stared down at mine and Keith’s smiling faces.
'He doesn't even begin to interest me. Not even curiosity,’ I assured the curly-haired boy in front of me. I placed a hand on his shoulder and pulled the photo out of his hand with the other. ‘He could come home now and I wouldn’t even hide you.’
‘Y/N,’ he spoke.
‘I promise Kit Walker. Consider this picture an ancient relic. I only feel something for you,’ I continued. ‘He’s nothing to me.’
‘Y-you,’ he stammered, looking deep into my eyes. I grabbed his neck and pulled him in to kiss me again. He melted into my touch and embraced me fully, picking me up and tossing me onto the bed.
My pajama shorts were the first thing Kit tore off my body. The thin fabric slid down my legs with ease. To his surprise, I wasn’t wearing anything under them.
‘Shit, Y/N,’ he laughed, before tossing his own shirt to the side. ‘You’re too much.’ His fingers slid through my wet cunt’s folds before feeling their way directly onto my clit. I moaned sharply. He worked me to my core until I was nearly screaming. Then, he pulled away, resting back on his heels.
Having no time for teasing, I sat up to Kit’s level and hooked my arms around his neck, connecting my lips with his and guiding him roughly to a laying position. I straddled his legs and worked to unbutton his jeans. I tugged them rather ungracefully off his body and threw them aside.
His large erection was prominent, pitching his briefs up. I palmed the bulge, leaning over him to pepper kisses all over his skin. He whimpered and breathed heavily. I started at his collarbones, then worked down his stomach, taking my time as I reached the hem of his underpants. I slid his white briefs down his legs and watched his hard dick spring up.
I positioned myself atop his cock and started riding him, feeling his full length hit my middle. I arched my back in pleasure and felt Kit do the same. He continued to whimper and whine.
‘Oh, yes,’ he cried.
My cunt’s walls tightened around his massive length. I couldn’t help but yell out. Before no time, I succumbed to the waves of orgasm. Still riding him, though, I was determined to get him to finish.
Within a short time, Kit came inside me. I felt his hot load spill into me as he breathed raggedly. I moved off of him and flopped down onto my side, feeling the silken sheets on my skin. My head rested on his shoulder and my hand on his chest.
‘Fuck, Y/N,’ Kit breathed after a beat. ‘You are so divine.’
‘Just let me know when you’re ready to go again,’ I purred, propping myself up on my elbow.
‘Shit, let me get a cigarette first, woman,’ he laughed. I grabbed his face to attack him with kisses.
He surely helped me feel less alone.
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Idk what to say here so WAHHHHHHH
#evan peters#evan peters fic#ahs#evan peters x reader#evan peters x female reader#evan peters oneshot#kit walker#kit walker x reader#kit walker imagine#kit walker x female reader#kit walker smut#ahs asylum
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Could would Lotor, Shiro, Keith and Zarkon (separately) react to finding out that the males of their boyfriend's (m!readers) species can get pregnant? M! reader's species is basically a cat-human hybrid. I don't care if it's smut or fluff.
(feel free to take off Keith or Shiro if there are to many characters)
See my masterlist here!
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×A/N×
Hey, Anon!
I'm sorry for taking this too long!
The characters are kinda ooc, but I hope it's acceptable!
I wanted to make this as fluff, but I put some spice in it. Don't worry, it's safe.
Although, I have to admit-
I'm a Lotor simp
×❢ About my work ❢×
ooc, fluff, smut, male reader, cat human hybrid reader, no pronouns used for the reader, no proofread
Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender
Character(s): Takashi "Shiro" Shirogen, Keith Kogane, Prince Lotor, Emperor Zarkon, You| (Y/N) |The Reader
Ship(s): The characters x You| (Y/N) |The Reader
Form: Headcanons
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𝐋𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐫, 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨, 𝐊𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐙𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
[Credit goes to the creators of the gifs!]
Takashi "Shiro" Shirogen
• he is actually pretty surprised
• firstly, because you are a male and you're pregnant
• but don't worry, he traveled through the galaxy and he saw weirder stuff than this
• secondly, he didn't believe that the pregnancy test will be possitive and you guys made it!
• like you came up to him and told that the pregnancy test was possitive and he was like "What's that, hon?"
• BUT YOU GUYS MADE IT! And this is what matters. And ofc the baby's health too, but you get my point
• so it was kind of a good surprise for him
• he's not so crazy about it
• Actually, he never had a crazy, energetic personality, so that's normal from him.
• but he will do his best to keep you and the baby healthy
• he'll also sit down and just talk softer when he's around your belly
• he'll be ONE OF THE most cheesy ones
• also, he won't like it, when others are cursing around you bc of the baby
• HE'S SO DAD!! (I mean he's the dad of the Team Voltron, so what did u expect? -)
Keith Kogane
• he'll just stand there and say "... What?"
• Even if he doesn't show any sign of excitment, you know that he's happy about it.
• You two WILL have serious conversations about he can be a good father, and yes, you know that you're two are ready for this child.
• will be more protective around you than ever
• he's afraid that the baby will get infected by Lance
• "Stop it, you'll make my child(ren) stupid."
"Oh, like you would be any smarter."
"I am."
• 3 months after you've revealed to him that you're pregnant, he have finally accepted that he is ready to be a great and ideal father to your child(ren). He placed your palm into his. "You know... I was thinking, (Y/N)... Maybe... Maybe you're right. I can be a good father to our child(ren)." he looked up at you with a determined sparkle in his eyes. "And I'm so ready for it."
• he's not a big crier, but this will be definitely bring his emotional side out. But just for you and your baby(s) only
Prince Lotor
• ♪ he knows, he knows, and I know he knows ♪
• okay, but seriously, when you mentioned that the test was positive, he'll just stand there and smirk at you and say
• "I already know that, Darling."
• and he also knows that he's happy about it
• definitely that type of person, who already has a whole construction plan of the baby's room
• he'll probably kiss your belly at sex
• also, I think it would turn him onthat how sensitive you are
• "Oh my..." he laughs at your whimpers. He did nothing yet. All he did was just touching your chest with his cold fingertips. And you are already beneath the plesure as you begging him for more. "You're so sensitive for me, Dear."
• He tries to spend as much time with you and the baby as he can. He doesn't want to give your child the same parenthood, like his was. He wants to be better, than his father.
Emperor Zarkon
(Mind if I do past Zarkon? As the Black Lion's paladin? I hope you don't mind it-)
• he could already sense that you're pregnant, so he wasn't so surprised
• though, he was still happy with you
• in the Garla Empire it's quite dangerous to have a child, don't you think so?
• but don't worry, he'll watch out for you
• IS the other cheesy one
• he'll just knee down and kiss your belly while asking "So, how's my babygirl / my big boy?"
• he had some doubt if he could be good father, but he swallowed it quickly
• i mean you chosed him. If he wasn't a good father figure for your beautiful child(ren), why would you choose him, right?
• i would say that he treats you like a prince —just like his son—, he does that everyday so-
• but after all, he's really greatful to have a child (or more) with you, and he's more than ready to be the father of your child(ren)!
#voltron x reader#voltron#voltron legendary defender#zarkon x reader#keith kogane#vld zarkon#prince lotor#vld lotor#keith kogane x reader#lotor x reader#takashi shirogane#shiro x reader#vld x reader#vld shiro#vld
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Keith Kogane’s NSFW Alphabet :3
This isn’t proofread I’m sorry 💔
Tw: blood and knifeplay
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Keith definitely wipes you down with a warm cloth if you don’t wanna take a bath. If you’re in the mood for something like that he’d for sure do ANYTHING for you.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
He’s a stomach guy. Flat, fupa, chubby, abs? He doesn’t give a single FUCK he’s laying on it, cumming on it, nibbling, biting, kissing, licking.
Sadly he doesn’t have a favorite body part but if he had to choose it’d be his hair. He likes how silky and nice it is, don’t ever call it a mullet he will get mad.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
He will always pull out, he has a fear of children but also the idea of the child being discriminated against for being part galra. If you ever asked him to cum inside you would have to BEG for it, and even so he’d still secretly pull out. (It’s his trauma leave him be 💔)
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He’s masturbated to you in his lion on multiple occasions, I mean like it’s not like he was in space or on a mission.. he just wanted a closer relationship to you and his lion ig..
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
He has the idea thanks to porn and shit but he’s never had actual sex unless it was with you. Maybe he had a fear of it idk.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
doggy style, missionary, reverse cowgirl, lotus flower, and spoon.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
He’s very serious about sex, no matter what he needs to know if he’s hurting you or not. Maybe every other time you have sex he’ll giggle when he’s cumming but that’s mostly from the stimulation.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Considering they’re always running away from Zarkon and other aliens of that nature I doubt he has time to shave himself. I’m sure he’ll keep it trimmed but not a full on shave.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
He’s EXTREMELY intimate and romantic during sex. He adores the idea of feeling close and romantic to you especially when it’s something like this, he wants you to feel safe in his arms….or dick..whichever you prefer ig
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
He would always jack off to the thought of you before you guys started dating. Of course it was when you guys were flirting intensely and you were getting really touchy with each other. Otherwise he would’ve felt guilty..
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
I have a LOT of kinks for him but that’s for another fanfic. He’s into knifeplay, not cutting or stabbing of course but that look on your face when he puts his knife to your neck or pussy oh my god. He’s also really into blood he can’t help it’s his galra 😞. He likes seeing blood on him when you scratch or bite him but seeing you in pain and bloody is something he genuinely can’t stand. (Hypocrite 😒)
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
ONLY in his room (I’m lying). If you ever begged pleaded or sobbed he’d probably give in and do it in his lion. IF his lion was okay with it, occasionally he’d finger your behind a pod or something. He hates quickies though..
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Training. Seeing you all sweaty and panting, hands on your knees as you gasp and pant after a rough round of fighting with that SCARY ASS DUMMY. God everytime he sees you like that his body reacts on its own, the warmth in his crotch gets more intense by the second.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
He will literally NEVER, share you with someone else and if you even mention something like it he’ll get defensive and all worried saying things like; “why? Do you not like me anymore? Did I do something wrong? Did you not like how fast I went last time?” You’ll have to constantly comfort him. Poor baby is so insecure he’s never been in a relationship like this before.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Oh he can sit in between your thighs for hours, sucking, licking, drooling. That shit is a whole ass 5 star meal for him. Eyes rolling back, gripping on the sheets, groaning, moaning. He doesn’t mind getting head although he can eat you up every day if you let him.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
He’s usually fast but if you need him to be gentle he’ll try his best to control himself. If he gets close to cumming he needs to go faster or he’ll basically be edging himself.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
He despises them with his entire being, he wants to be close and passionate with you. He needs to feel your body against his, it genuinely feels wrong to not fuck you passionately. If you really need it he’ll finger or give you head before you go on a mission or something. Same for him, he’ll allow you to jerk him off if he really needs it but most of the time he doesn’t.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Like I said earlier he likes blood and knifeplay but he doesn’t really wanna do anything other than that. I mean sure he likes the idea of learning your kinks and he’d love to try them but his kinks are pretty solid and he sticks to them.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
His normal human form he can go up to 3 on a good day. If he’s in heat (Bc he’s galra and I say so) he can go about…..too many to count but if I can put an estimate about 5-7.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
He has a vibrator for you because he knows it’s hard for you to cum from just penetration alone. He’s used it on himself once and it was a mess, never again.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Oh he loves foreplay, rubbing and teasing your clit and seeing you press your thighs together trying to get as much stimulation as possible ngh~
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Yk how I said he giggles when he cums? Well he also has a high pitched moan when he cums as well. But for the most part he just grunts and mumbles sweet nothings under his breath.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Forgot to mention it but he wants to be chained/tied up and let you peg him (please he needs it)
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Idk that part galra is putting a LOT of images in my head so…normally 5 soft 5.7ish hard. In heat? 7-8 it just depends if his horny levels are high enough.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?
He can go for about 45 minutes each round but for heat (I’m sorry it’s stuck in my head) about an hour or so….each round..
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Normally he’ll wait for you to go to sleep in his arms after cleaning you up. But if he’s in heat (I’m genuinely so sorry) he’ll immediately fall asleep after while you weakly pet his hair from how hard he fucked you.
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Hey so I've had this in my drafts for well over a month, then that recent smosh mouth came out, rendering this near useless, but I'm still gonna post it cause why not.
Beginner's Guide to Smosh Seasonal Games
(For newer fans, even though no one asked. And yes I'm manifesting summer/winter games 2024, look away.) Mostly sourced from the Smosh Wiki.
1- Smosh Summer Games! (2015)
1st trailer aired: June 27, 2015 ~ Finale: July 31, 2015
This was the OG that started it all! No theme, unless you count it being entirely held at a beach house. Very classic smosh vibes, inappropriate jokes, and queerbaiting galore, with 12 episodes total across Pit (2nd channel at the time) and Games. (tbh I haven't seen this one).
This was held shortly after the 'main squad' was cast (Keith, N*ah, Olivia, and Courtney), and was Shayne's official introduction to the channel!
Teams/Cast:
Bananarama: Anthony (Captain), Lasercorn (David Moss), Courtney, N*ah, Mari Takahashi, Jovenshire (Joshua Evan Ovenshire).
Jiggle Physics: Ian (Captain), W*s J*hns*n, Sohinki (Matt Sohinki), Flitz (Amra Ricketts). Keith, Olivia.
Refs/Hosts:
Shayne, Joe Beretta
Winners: Bananarama
Special Awards:
MVP - N*ah, LVP - Lasercorn, Biggest Fail - Olivia.
2- Smosh Winter Games! (2016)
1st trailer aired: Jan 30, 2016 ~ Final Ep: Feb 29, 2016
The first Winter Games! Similar classic vibes to the first, except by this time the 'main squad' was much more settled in and comfortable with each other, and the overall cast. Strangely, Ian and Anthony didn't actually participate in the games, but commentated (not sure why).
Combo of actual competition eps and also videos for other shows aka specials (s-s-s-sleepover, put it in my mouth) that were winter games themed. 23 videos total across 2nd Channel (Pit) and Games.
Teams/Cast:
Snow Fleeks: Anthony (captain), Mari, W*s, Sohinki, Keith, Olivia, refs.
Blue Balls: Ian (captain), Lasercorn, Shayne, Courtney, Flitz, N*ah, Jovenshire.
Refs/Hosts:
M*tt R**b, Joe Beretta, Sunny Peabody.
Winners: Blue Balls
Special Awards:
MVP- Olivia, LVP- Joven, Epic Moment- Lasercorn, Biggest Fail- W*s.
(Lasercorn got Epic Moment for dropping an actual fire rap during the *wrap* battle)
3- Smosh Summer Games: Camp (2016)
1st trailer aired: June 25, 2016 ~ Final Ep: July 30, 2016
The first one to have a theme, extremely iconic, the vibes were starting to peak around this time with the main squad being almost fully settled in by this point. For those of you who do not know, back in the day Smosh had separate casts for main/pit and for games, and the seasonal games were one of the only series where they would consistently appear together, and were originally intended to be a bonding activity. This one was the first to really let those dynamics *shine*, and really have them interact in memorable ways. Also best challenges up until this point cause of the theme. 13 specials and 9 competition episodes across games and 2nd channel, this time accompanied by a few vlogs on Courtney's personal channel.
Teams/Cast:
Kumbayaaas: Anthony (captain), Jovenshire, N*ah, Olivia, W*s, Courtney, Sohinki
Harshmallows: Ian (captain), Mari, Keith, Shayne, Lasercorn, Flitz, refs
Refs/Camp Counselors:
M*tt R**b, Joe Beretta, Sunny Peabody.
Winners: Harshmallows
Special Awards:
MVP- Olivia, LVP- Sohinki, Epic moment- Ian, Biggest Fail- W*s
(Sohinki had to leave early due to sickness and so automatically got LVP)
4- Smosh Winter Games: Again! (2017)
1st trailer aired: Jan 31, 2017 - Final Ep: Feb 28, 2017
Longest seasonal games by far, lot of iconic moments and fun specials, featured CFM's 2nd ever appearance, and was also Boze's debut as a games member! Not much else to say about this one, it's a blast with a lot of classic moments. Oh, and it was the last seasonal games to feature both Ian and Anthony as team captains :,). 19 specials (Game Bang, Board af, hot tub truth or dare, etc.) and 8 competition episodes across pit and games.
Teams/Cast:
Spaghetti Yetis: Anthony (captain), Boze, Sohinki, Lasercorn, Olivia, Flitz, Shayne
Dablizzards: Ian (captain), Keith, W*s, Mari, N*ah, Courtney, Jovenshire
Refs/Hosts:
M*tt R**b, Joe Beretta, Sunny Peabody, Sarah Whittle, Tanner Risner.
Winners: Spaghetti Yetis
Special Awards:
MVP - Anthony, LVP - Jovenshire, Epic Moment - Shayne, Biggest Fail - Boze
5- Smosh Summer Games: Wild West! (2017)
Trailer aired: June 26, 2017 - Final ep: July 31, 2017
WWIIIILLLLDDDD HWEST! Let me tell yall this one is ICONIC, for so many reasons, in so many ways. Filmed on an awesome location (a ranch in Nevada), great teams, the production quality was top-notch, and let's not forget the infamous bar-brawl fight choreography of the trailer. So many iconic moments its astounding. Damien's first seasonal games, and also the first to neither feature Anthony nor have team captains (instead of picking teams dodgeball style like they had done previously, this time the teams were picked via a lottery). 15 specials (maricraft, board af, etc.), and 8 competition episodes across pit and games. Fun fact, this season was filmed a week before the "Anthony is leaving smosh" video was released.
Teams/Cast:
Randy Bandits: Lasercorn, N*ah, Olivia, Damien, Mari, Ian, Flitz
Cowbaes: Jovenshire, Courtney, Shayne, Keith, W*s, Sohinki, Boze
Refs/Sheriffs:
M*tt R**b, Joe Beretta, Sunny Peabody
Winners: Randy Bandits
Special Awards:
MVP - Flitz, LVP - W*s, Epic Moment - Shayne, Biggest Fail - Jovenshire
Shayne told his Epic Moment story on the pod, but incase you missed it: during a hangman competition he managed to guess a 2-word answer, with no letters on the board, on his first try. The answer was Wyatt Earp.
Some out of context references: "MUNGE", "My name is Calamity Janet, and I am crazy.", "Sorry"×20, *wide shot of damien holding up his fist for like 3 minutes*, *Mama bird*, *shot in the chest* "Where's Anthony?"
6- Smosh Summer Games: We Blew It! (2018)
Trailer aired: August 17, 2018 - Final ep: August 24, 2018
Folks, what can I say, they blew it. They had 10 dollars and a dream for this one, and they tried their best, but it is admittedly still the weakest of the Summer Games. Between airing later than any other, taking place within only a week as opposed to a month, having the least amount of competitions (5) and the least amount of specials (1 Smosh and Order), this one really is a last-ditch effort sort of ordeal. But make no mistake, it's no one's fault but Defy Fuckhead Media Inc.; in case you missed the Smosh mouth ep, the story goes that Defy simply didn't want summer games to happen that year, and gave M*tt R**b an eighth of the usual budget. Despite all this, I'm sure if you go back and watch it, the videos are actually really enjoyable with some fun goofs and special moments. The first games to not feature Sohinki or Flitz, and this time there were team captains, chosen according to the personal awards given the prior year.
Teams/Cast:
Inflatabulls: Jovenshire (Captain, previous winner of Biggest Fail), Mari, Damien, Courtney, Keith, Boze
Balloonatics: Shayne (Captain, previous winner of Most Epic Moment), Lasercorn, N*ah, Ian, W*s, Olivia
Refs: M*tt R**b, Sarah Whittle
Guest Refs/Guest Judges: Garrett Palm, Joe Bereta, Spencer Agnew, Tanner Risner and Tim Baker
Winners: Balloonatics
Special Awards:
MVP - Mari, LVP - Damien, Epic Moment/Biggest Win - Lasercorn, Biggest Fail - W*s
7- Smosh Summer Games: Apocalypse! (2019)
Trailer aired: July 15, 2019 - Final ep: August 16, 2019
APPOOOCALYPSSE!! This one ROCKS! Not quite as iconic as Wild West, but it's honestly up there in my opinion. The first and only summer games post-mythical, and a return to normalcy from We Blew It in terms of length, airing schedule, etc., probably because they'd managed to find a sponsor to help with the budget. This one had some greeaat specials, including Spelling Bee-kini Wax, Maricraft, Try Not To Laugh: Gauntlet (so many iconic bits from these tntls, and if I'm not mistaken one of Tommy's earliest appearances), and a lot of Smoshcast. Fun fact, Sohinki was actually invited to participate but was in Italy at the time, so Kimmy was cast as a guest participant instead to even out the teams. The first to have no team selection process or opening ceremony, instead the teams were pre-picked at random and revealed during the trailer. 18 specials and 8 competition episodes across Pit, Games, and Smoshcast.
Teams/Cast:
ToxiciTea: Jovenshire, Ian, Olivia, Mari, Shayne, W*s
Mushroom Clout: N*ah, Lasercorn, Damien, Keith, Courtney, Kimmy
Refs: M*tt R**b, Sarah Whittle
Guest Refs/Guest Judges: Joe Bereta
Winners: ToxiciTea
Special Awards:
MVP - Joven, LVP - Shayne, Epic Win/Moment - Courtney, Epic Fail - Ian
Fun little end note, Lasercorn, up until this point, had never lost a single season, and had been described for a while as having a 'Winning Streak'. That became a big running gag this season in particular, with Lasercorn describing his team as being 'Blessed by the power of the streak', while ToxiciTea claimed that was the year the streak would be broken. In the end, it was. On Twitter and other socials, the hashtags "#Breakthestreak" and "#Thestreakisreal" were used by the fandom to support either team. Overall super fun season with a lot of fandom involvement.
This took me way too long. Enjoy!
#smosh#smoshblr#smosh games#smosh pit#smosh summer games#ian hecox#anthony padilla#shayne topp#courtney miller#keith leak jr#damien haas#olivia sui#mari takahashi#lasercorn
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Welcome to Is Your Blorbo a Bottom?
This is a polling blog to vote if you favorite characters are a bottom, top, or switch!
Submission rule
- please only characters 18+
- please give me characters name and what they are from
- only one character per ask (you can submit as many as you want just separate them into their own asks)
- check under the cut for any characters already submitted
Please submit all your favorite characters!
Characters submitted in alphabetical order (by first name)
A
Anakin Skywalker- Star Wars
Astarion- Baldur’s Gate 3
B
Blitzø- Helluva Boss
Bucky Barnes- the MCU
C
Castiel- Supernatural
Chris Redfield- Resident Evil
Cole- Lego Ninjago
Crowley- good omens
D
Dean Winchester- supernatural
Death- Discworld
Double Trouble- She-Ra
E
Eleanor Shellstrop- The Good Place
G
Gale Dekarios - Baldur's Gate 3
Gallagher - Honkai Star Rail
Greg House- House MD
H
Hawks from My Hero Academia
I
Isami Ao- Bang Brave Bang Bravern
J
Jace Beleren- Magic the Gathering
Janus Sanders- Sanders Sides
Jolyne Cujoh- JoJo's Bizarre Adventure
K
Kazi- The Dragon Prince
Keiji Shinogi- Your Turn to Die
Keith Kogane- Voltron
L
Lammio- the Unknown Soldier
Laois- dungeon meshi
Leonard Church- Red vs Blue
Leone Abbacchio - JoJo's Bizarre Adventure
Loona- Helluva Boss
Lucien La'chance- Oblivion
Lucifer- Hazbin Hotel
M
macaque- lego monkie kid
maglor- the silmarillion
Merlin- BBC Merlin
Miles Edgeworth- Ace Attorney
N
Needles- The Magnus Protocol
Nori Doorman- Murder Drones
O
Oko- Magic the Gathering
Optimus Prime- Transformers: Prime
P
PIXAL- Lego Ninjago
Prince Sidon from Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild
Q
Quentin Coldwater- The Magicians
R
Reiner Braun- attack on titan
Rei Suwa- Buddy Daddies
Rikiel- jojos bizarre adventure
ryomen sukuna- jujutsu kaisen
S
Sampo Koski - Honkai Star Rail
Senshi- Delicious in Dungeon/Dungeon Meshi
Seth Gordon- All For The Game
Shin Tsukimi- Your Turn to Die
Stolas - Helluva Boss
T
The Lamb - Cult of the Lamb
The tenth Doctor - Doctor Who
Tomura Shigaraki - My Hero Academia
V
Vash the Stampede- Trigun
Virgil Sanders- Sanders Sides
Vox- Hazbin hotel
W
Will Halstead- Chicago Med
William Birkin- Resident evil 2
Wolf on the Cookie Crisp Cereal Box
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𝙑𝙤𝙡𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙣 𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙆𝙚𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙪𝙥
𝙋𝙞𝙙𝙜𝙚: Great, thank you, Samurai with rabies. You messed up the entire mission
𝙃𝙪𝙣𝙠: Pidge.. Don't say that, it's bad :7
𝙇𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚: Keith, it's okay, thing happens, right?
𝙆𝙚𝙞𝙩𝙝:...
𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙪𝙮𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙨𝙣𝙞𝙛𝙛
𝙇𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚: Keith..? Are you okay?
𝙆𝙚𝙞𝙩𝙝, 𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜: *Sobs* Y-yeah, I'm f-fine. Let's go back.. *Sniff* I'm sorry for m-messing up all guys , I'm n-not made for piloting the black l-lion *a very soft cry is heard*
𝙇𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚: What?! Of course you are! PIDGE I'M GOING TO KILL YOU
𝙋𝙞𝙙𝙜𝙚: NO PLEASE WAIT I'M SORRY
𝙎𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙤: KEITH WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE NOT MADE FOR PILOTING THE BLACK LION???
𝙆𝙚𝙞𝙩𝙝: LANCE I'M OKAY LEAVE PIDGE ALONE
𝙇𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚: NO YOU'RE NOT, YOU'RE NOT OKAY, AND PIDGE IS DEAD
𝙋𝙞𝙙𝙜𝙚: QUIZNAK.
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Cingulomania
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A/N: I saw this tiktok about 'Cingulomania' and thought it would be a great imagine! I struggled with picking a character, but this one fits since I'm back in my Steve Harrington era, although I've always been in my Steve Harrington era.
Summary: Like most college students, relationships were crucial to having a good time. That was until you decided that dating was getting tiring. You had been on so many bad dates, but none of them seemed to work out like you hoped. It wasn't until one shift at Family Video did you realize what was going on. You were focused on being in someone else's arms rather than the random dates'.
Notes:
Y/N/N: Your Nick Name
Y/F/M: Your Favorite Meal
Cingulomania - the desire to be in someone else's arms.
Takes place in season four (no spoilers)
Warnings:
Long imagine
Steve Harrington x-reader
I handed a woman a copy of The Breakfast Club. She smiled at me and took the bag from the counter. The bell of the door rang when she exited, and a few people stepped in. Robin greeted the new customers, going back to organizing a shelf. "Question," she walked over to me.
I looked up from the agenda of the day. My friend joined me with two movies in hand. "Which one is better, Tron or The Karate Kid?" she asked. I looked at each movie, tapping my chin in thought. Every Friday, Steve and Robin would come over to my apartment and watch a movie.
"The Karate Kid," I said. She nodded and hid it behind the counter so nobody would take it. The customers from earlier came over to rent out their movies.
Robin took care of the small group while I fixed the agenda. Keith wanted us to do a lot of projects today, but knowing Robin and I, we wouldn't get half of them done. We'd usually blame it on how busy the store was, which wasn't a total lie. "Have a great rest of your day," Robin said, waving them goodbye.
She turned to me with her arms resting on the countertop. "I totally forgot I have that date with Sam tonight," I said. Robin's shoulders dropped. "Another date?" she said with a raised brow. I nodded and closed the journal.
I set it below the register, putting the pen on top. I hadn't been going out that frequently. "I promised Sam that we'd eat dinner together," I said. Sam was in my Geometry course.
The two of us had been partners on a project which led to him asking me out. I would've said no, but Sam was nice, and why not? "Is this the Sam with the weird ears or the one that has that snorting laugh?" Robin asked. She pointed to her own ears.
"The one with the snorting laugh," I answered. She laughed herself, covering her mouth to try and suppress her reaction. "Sam is nice, and I'm actually excited for once," I said. Robin smiled and pat me on the shoulder. "At least you're better than Steve," she commented.
Now it was my turn to laugh. She turned back to the outside of the store, watching as some cars drove in and out of the small parking lot. "Don't you get tired of it? I feel like this is your fifth date this month," she said. "It's not a whole lot," I shrugged, "I mean, all four dates have been fails, but I'm confident that I'll find someone."
I always thought it must've been something wrong with me. But Steve would always say that it wasn't my fault, just the guys I was going on dates with. Robin often commented on how the main reason why I couldn't find someone was because I already had someone in my life who was head over heels for me.
And no, she wasn't talking about Keith. At least, I hope she wasn't. Keith never had a good rep when it came to asking people out. "I just don't see you and Sam working out," Robin sighed. "Thank you, Robin, for the encouragement," I remarked.
She rolled her eyes at my response. She hopped over the counter to grab a pencil that had fallen. Robin set it back into the jar next to the computer. "I'm just saying," she put her hands up, "You have the perfect person in your life, and you just can't see it." She ignored my confused expression and continued speaking.
"Steve. Y/N, I'm talking about Steve."
"What?"
"Steve. I'm talking about him," she repeated. "Yeah, I heard you the first time," I responded. I shook my head in disagreement, moving over to the computer to type in today's rentals. Robin walked around to join my side.
She set a hand on top of mine, pulling my hand away from the keyboard. "Cingulomania," she said. Now I was really freaking confused. She let out a long, heavy sigh. "The desire to be held in someone's arms," Robin continued. "Huh?" I replied.
"Oh my god. You and Steve are really the same," Robin said. She reached over the computer to turn it off. Before I could stop her, Robin grabbed the notebook and pen and chucked it over the counter. She stared at me with crossed arms. "Cingulomania. It means the desire to be held in someone's arms," Robin repeated.
I turned to her in the office chair, my own arms crossed. Now I know why Robin told Keith that she could cover Steve's shift. "The reason why your dates have failed is because that little part of your brain is telling you not to move forward," Robin explained. "Are you telling me that I'm self-sabotaging my dating life?" I said.
"That is exactly what I'm saying," Robin said. She leaned to the side, so she rested against the counter again. "Why in the hell would I do that?" I said. "Because you don't want to think about how many times you could've been with Steve," Robin clarified, "I know the two of you like the back of my hand. You're extremely the same."
Robin stood up straight to continue speaking her point. "When the both of you make eye contact, it's like there's a conversation going on without the talking aspect. Whenever we have movie nights, there is no hesitation when it comes to holding each other's hands," Robin explained, "And I see the way you blush when Steve puts his arms around you. Same with him." She put her hands on her hips.
I could tell she was very proud of herself. I stood up from the desk to retrieve the notebook and pen that she threw. "Dustin sees it. Lucas, Mike, and Max all see it. You and Steve are just too blind to see it," Robin said. "You're delusional," I retorted.
"No. You're delusional for not using your smart-ass brain to see," Robin said. I stared at her for a few seconds before putting the book down. I pinched the area between my brows, realizing that Robin was right. "Okay, but I'm still going on the date tonight," I said.
Robin's mouth fell open at the sound of my statement. She followed me as I walked over to another shelf that had been messed up. "Did everything I just tell you not reach your ears?" Robin said. "No, it did," I replied, "I've already canceled once on Sam, I don't want to cancel last minute." Robin groaned, tilting her head back. "Why are you so nice to people?" she said.
I shrugged and went back to organized. She kept her eyes on for a split second before walking over to the front of the store to start on some more chores. For the rest of our shift, I couldn't stop thinking about what Robin said.
Sometimes I try to not let the things she says get to my head. But this one really stuck with me. Maybe she was right. Maybe I am self-sabotaging without even realizing it.
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(Later that night)
"And so, I told him I wasn't going to buy the truck because it was a waste of money," Sam shrugged, "I mean, you know how much I just love my cars. This guy was really trying to sell me something that would just fall apart." I smiled, nodding along. I should've stuck with what Robin said.
This date was going terribly. All Sam had been talking about was the cars he or his dad had. And all I had been thinking about was how I wish I could be at my apartment with my friends, primarily Steve. While in thought, I hadn't realized Sam had asked me what color he should paint his Corvette.
I cleared my throat and went back to eating my dinner. Sam waited impatiently for my response. "What about red?" I suggested. "Nah. I've already got two red cars," he replied. My lips pressed in a thin one as I nodded in reply. He grinned, taking a sip of his drink. Molly, our waitress, came over and asked how we were doing.
Sam quickly replied that we were doing wonderful. Molly glanced at me. "Great. The food is great, thank you," I said. She looked at me questionably before leaving me and my date to ourselves. Thankfully, Sam hadn't caught the glance. "So, what're you doing for spring break?" Sam asked.
He cut up his steak, pouring a ridiculous amount of sauce on the pieces. "Not much. I think my friends and I might stay at Lovers Lake for a few days," I answered. Sam nodded and then drenched the rest of his steak in the sauce. "Where are you going?" I asked. "Cape Cod, my grandparents have a nice house right on the shore," he answered.
The more the date continued, the more I realized that Sam was just like the other guys. I looked around the restaurant discreetly to find our waitress. "You should see the view," Sam quickly added. He went on and on about the house and, what do you know, his cars. This wasn't anything like our first date.
I finished my Y/F/M and set my fork on the side of the plate. "My father is having an opening ceremony for his work this Monday. I was wondering if you could be my plus one," Sam said, "There will be a great Jazz band. Wonderful food. And you'll get to meet some of my father's successful coworkers."
Molly came over with a pitcher of water, pouring some into my glass. I smiled at her and took a sip. "Um," I began but was interrupted. "Great. It is black-tie attire. You can wear that black dress you wore for your Speech class," Sam interjected. "Sam, I never said yes," I shook my head.
My date look at me, very confused. He pushed his plate to the side, giving me his full attention. "Why wouldn't you say yes? It will be a great party. You'll meet wonderful people, and-" Sam said. Molly walked over to the table, preventing Sam from speaking any further. "So sorry to interrupt," she said.
Our waitress pulled her blonde hair away from her face, her arms behind her back. "Y/N is it?" she asked me. I nodded in response. "I think we went to high school together," Molly said. She winked at me and covertly tilted her head to Sam. I soon took the hint when I noticed Sam's focus on downing the rest of his water.
"Oh, yes. We had Biology together, didn't we?" I said.
"We sure did. Mr. Harris' class," Molly smiled, pulling an act. I smiled in a thankful manner. She then turned to Sam, who looked up from his now empty plate. "Sir, if you'd like to go ahead and pay where you walked in, that would be great," Molly said. I lowered my head, acting like I was fixing the sleeve of my dress.
Sam glanced at Molly and then at me. Molly stood there, smiling. He sighed and stood up from the table. "Just over there, sir," the waitress pointed to the wooden podium. He never thanked her and walked to the front. I watched him as he pulled out his wallet. "Thank you," I said to Molly.
She smiled and set a hand on my shoulder. "Of course. I could tell that he wasn't being very gentlemen-like," Molly said. I thanked her one more time before meeting Sam at the front of the fancy restaurant. It was quiet on the way over to Sam's convertible. Sam hadn't even opened up the door like he did when he picked me up.
And it was quiet on the way to my apartment. I leaned my head against the back of the seat, watching as the trees and light posts flew past. Sam pulled up into the parking lot of my apartment complex. "Thank you," I said as he stopped the car. Sam nodded. He didn't say anything.
I took my purse from the spot in front of my feet. Sam pulled away as soon as I got out of his car. "Well, that went great," I said. I grabbed my keys from the pocket of my purse. The lights were still on when I unlocked the front door, same with the tv. "Your home!" Robin exclaimed, jumping up from the living room couch.
She grinned with her arms up in the air. I took off my shoes, setting them into the basket on the side. "How did you get in here?" I asked. "Extra key," Steve said, walking into the living room from the kitchen. I rolled my eyes and shrugged off my jean jacket. The two of them sat on the couch with a bowl of popcorn sitting on the coffee table.
"And I see you've also raided my pantry," I commented. I noticed that there were a few bags of chips sitting on the island. Steve put up a thumbs up. "How was the date?" he asked, tilting his head back so he could look at me. "It was definitely a date," I answered. Both of them look at me with furrowed brows.
It was nice to get changed out of my dress and into a comfy pair of pajamas. Steve and Robin were still watching their movie when I stepped out of my room. "So, another failed date?" Robin said. I nodded and grabbed a drink from the fridge. "What was it this time?" Steve asked.
Once I had my drink, I sat down on the couch. "All he had to talk about was what car he should drive next to school. Or trying to decide where he wants to go on vacation," I explained, "And don't get me started on how much he wants everyone to know how wealthy his family is."
Robin handed me the bowl of snacks. I smiled at her. "I take it that the date didn't go well then," Steve said. "Yeah. We had this really sweet waitress named Molly. She knew right away how I felt about Sam," I added. I noticed that the two of them were watching the Karate Kid without me.
"I can't believe you guys didn't wait for me. I thought we were friends," I said, handing the snack bowl back to Robin. "You were taking too long," Robin sighed. She leaned back on the couch and pulled the knitted blanket to her chin. I rolled my eyes. Steve took the blanket he was using and draped one end over me.
I thanked him with a smile and put my head on his shoulder. Steve reached for my hand, lacing my fingers with his. Robin glimpsed at me for a second. She winked and brought her focus back to the television.
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(The Next Day - A Shift at Family Video)
"What about this one?" Steve said, showing me another movie suggestion. It was Saturday, and the store was surprisingly slow today. I yawned and shrugged my shoulders. "The Goonies?" Steve suggested again. "Oh, Josh Brolin," I said.
I reached for the tape, but Steve pulled his hand away. "Oop, never mind," he said. He leaned over to put the movie back into the pile. "What? What's wrong with Josh Brolin?" I said, turning so I faced him.
He looked at me with raised brows like I had just asked something absurd. "Nothing is wrong with Josh Brolin. The guy is great. But if I have to see Robin make googley eyes at Kerri Green one more time, I'm banning The Goonies from our movie list," Steve said.
I nodded and told him to look through the stack of movies again. He sighed, bringing the pile over to the two of us. Steve leaned back with a hand at the top of the shelf. I looked through the stack, trying to find one that we haven't seen. "Okay. We've got...." my sentence trailed.
We had at least four or five other options, but I still wanted to watch The Goonies. I held up the movie and waved it around to try and convince him. "C'mon...." I said. Steve sighed. "Yeah, sure," Steve replied (GIF Above). I cheered to myself and walked over to behind the register.
Steve set the basket back onto the cart to put them away later. He leaned against the counter, his arms crossed. Steve looked at me as I logged into the computer. "What?" I said, not glancing away from the screen. "Nothing," he shrugged. I looked at him with narrowed eyes.
I finished logging the movie into our store's system. Steve followed me with his eyes as I walked around the register to grab my water bottle from the cart. "Can I ask you a question?" he asked. "Depends on what the question is," I responded, taking a sip of my water and leaning against the side of an aisle.
He smirked and stood beside me, his shoulder against mine. "Do you know what cingulomania means? Robin mentioned it yesterday," Steve spoke, "Sometimes I feel like she just makes up random words to confuse me. Which, if she is, it's working."
[Flashback to the day before. Third-Person View]
Robin and Steve walked through the front door of Y/N's apartment, using the key that Y/N had given them. Robin took her Converse off and dropped them into the basket beside the door. She immediately put the movie in and hopped onto the couch.
She ignored the pillows that fell onto the ground when she settled in. Steve grabbed some popcorn from the top shelf in the kitchen, putting it into the microwave. He glanced at the clock, trying to guess when Y/N would get home from work.
Despite Steve's growing feelings for Y/N, he was eager to hear how her date went. He didn't like to admit that part of him was happy she didn't have a successful date. Steve, too, suffered from cingulomania even though he had no idea what that word meant.
Robin had tried explaining on the way over, but Steve was so confused that she didn't even bother to continue. "You really don't know what cingulomania means?" Robin said. She looked over the top of the couch to see Steve. He shook his head and took out a large bowl from the kitchen island.
She rolled her eyes and turned the volume down on the television. Robin had been looking forward to watching a movie with her friends. She was also hoping Y/N would get home soon so they could finish it together.
"How come I've never heard of it?" Steve said, pouring the snack into a bowl. "Because you're an idiot," Robin corrected. "Wow, how kind of you," Steve remarked. He joined his best friend in the living room. Robin took the bowl from him, shoving the popcorn into her mouth.
Steve picked up the pillows that fell, resting them on the recliner beside the television. He took a blanket from the basket and sat back down. "To put it in simpler terms for your small-minded brain," Robin tapped his head. Steve brought his hands up and fixed his hair. "It basically means that you want to be in her arms, or you want her to be in your arms," Robin said.
Now, Steve was even more confused about how Robin could possibly know about his feelings. "You're not very good at hiding it," Robin said. "Well, I must be. Because Y/N hasn't said a thing," Steve replied, eating the popcorn. She never responded to his reply. Instead, she looked at him with raised brows.
She took the bowl from him and put it on the coffee table. Robin turned down the volume, trying to get her friend's attention. "Steve, you need to make a move or something because it's starting to get exhausting watching you two love each other from afar," Robin said.
Steve sighed and looked back at the movie, pulling the blanket so it covered his arms. "I'll do it," he claimed. "When? Because I talked to Y/N today, and - by the way, you two are creepily right for each other," Robin said, changing the subject mid-sentence. Steve thought to himself, rethinking everything he's done for Y/N and what he's said.
Robin set a hand on his shoulder. "You know her. And you should know that she'll like you no matter what," Robin said, "Plus if it works out for you and Y/N. I could totally add Matchmaker to my resume." Steve looked at her, confused. Robin disregarded Steve's expression and leaned back with a smile on her face.
[Present Day. Y/N's Point of View]
I looked up from my water bottle, remembering what Robin said to me yesterday. 'Cingulomania. It means the desire to be held in someone's arms,' Robin's words popped into my head. "I don't know. What does it mean?" I question, going along.
Steve crossed his arms, playing with the loose thread from his green vest. "The desire to be held in someone's arms," he responded. "Oh," I said, nodding. He nodded as well. "I do think Robin mentioned it to be, then," I said. Steve glanced at me.
"Robin made a comment or two about my dating life. And, how there is a possibility that I am self-sabotaging these dates without realizing it," I answered, "Which I don't think is possible because I've had fun....at least I think I've had fun."
He nodded as I spoke. I felt his hand brush mine. "So, then Robs said the word 'Cingulomania,' to which she followed with, 'You have the perfect person in your life, and you just can't see it'," I paused for a brief moment but was cut short when Steve spoke.
"Who's the guy?"
Steve fixed his position, his shoulder against the wooden side of the shelf. His arms laid at his sides rather than crossed over his chest. "You," I said, "Which I thought was completely wrong, but then I thought about how much I want to be with you at all times and not with those stupid dates who, clearly, have no interest in me."
"So, yes, maybe I suffer from whatever the wor-"
"Cingulomania."
"Yes, that," I pointed at him, "And, so what if sometimes I want to hold your hand or feel what's like to be in your arms. Or, I don't know."
Steve brought a hand out and lowered my arms. I guess I had taken after Robin by waving my hands around when speaking. "I think you're hanging out with Robin too much because you almost poked my eye," Steve joked. I chuckled, feeling my cheeks turn to a light shade of pink.
He laced his hand with mine and kissed the top of my hand. "You don't have another date soon, right?" Steve said. "Nope," I shook my head while speaking. He smirked, leaning his head down to kiss me.
He pulled me closer by the waist, my grip on my water bottle slipping. Steve caught it before it fell on my foot. I felt him smirk against my lips and set the water bottle on the rickety cart behind me. Steve pulled away first, the smile on his freckled face never leaving.
"I don't think I suffer from cingulomania anymore," I said. "Good, that's good," he nodded, leaning down to kiss me again.
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- variety of aus, some overlap with squad up (2017-19 modern au), mostly established relationship klance
- 17 works, 83k words (february 4th, 2024)
- a: artistry • b: brutality • c: comfort • d: defeat • e: elegance • f: faithfulness • g: grief • h: homelessness • i: information • j: jealousy • k: knell • l: loyalty • m: mercy • n: need • o: opportunity • p: pain • q: quest • r: rumor • s: sleep • t: trust • u: uncertainty • v: victory • w: worry • x: xenon • y: yearning • z: zero
- last posted: never desert you, never let go (w: worry)
other ongoing works
THESE 20S ARE RAWRING AND THESE DUNGEONS ARE DRAGONING
- voltron: legendary defender: modern au + d&d series started in 2020 as a stress response to quarantine
- team focus, klance, adashi, romellua, hunay
• main work: the rawring 20s XD
- chatfic that only updates if i think it will be funny
- rated M, no archive warnings apply + other warnings in author notes
- 5/5 chapters, 17k words
- last posted: chapter 5: there is no easter bunny, there is no tooth fairy, (september 8th, 2022)
- other works include klance-centric oneshots + snippets of the group’s ongoing d&d campaign
- 5 works, 37k words
- last posted: midnight into morning coffee (february 7th, 2024)
VLD FIC REQUESTS
- voltron: legendary defender: oneshots across a variety of aus written in response to prompts from friends and followers
- variety of ships, but mainly klance and adashi
- some overlap with squad up
- 15 works, 92k words (july 8th, 2023)
- last posted: distraction
major completed works
DECEIT SO NATURAL
- voltron: legendary defender: canon-divergent trilogy in which lance and keith fool their way behind enemy lines and onto lotor’s ship to steal vital information on the galra empire—only for lotor to become far more dangerous than anyone anticipated.
- mainly klance, extremely one-sided lancelot
- written before gay shiro reveal + age discourse, contains side shallura
- 3 works, 315k words
- completed june 15th, 2018
• WHERE PEOPLE GO TO DIE
- lotor mistakenly believes that lance is a galra soldier spying on the paladins, and invites him to return home. keith follows him undercover as a prisoner, and quickly draws lotor’s ire as things spiral rapidly out of control.
- rated M, graphic depictions of violence
- 14/14 chapters, 49k words
- completed july 9th, 2017
• DYNASTY DECAPITATED
- lotor becomes vindictive after having been played for a fool by team voltron, and the team struggles to hold the voltron alliance together while fending off his rapid advances. meanwhile, keith and lance explore a new stage of their relationship and learn exactly what the other means to them.
- rated M, graphic depictions of violence
- 18/18 chapters, 67k words
- completed august 7th, 2017
• STARS GO DOWN
- lotor has captured lance and sentenced keith to death halfway across the universe. lance struggles to hold onto himself as he plays the role of an amnesiac, while keith attempts to fight his way back to the team, alone. meanwhile, the team, down two lions and two paladins, scrambles to bring keith and lance home amidst betrayals and tumult in the voltron alliance.
- rated M, graphic depictions of violence, temporary major character death + other warnings in author notes
- 37/37 chapters, 198k words
- completed june 15th, 2018
SQUAD UP
- voltron: legendary defender: modern au written from 2017-19 to cope with the horrors of being in high school and the transition into college
- written before gay shiro reveal + age discourse, contains side shallura and shiro/allura/matt
- 25 works, 561k words
- completed may 10th, 2019
• main work: squad up
- chatfic chronicling the gang’s last year of high school
- rated M, no archive warnings apply + other warnings in author note
- 140/140 chapters, 327k words
- completed june 15th, 2018
• main work: a midsummer night’s meme
- chatfic chronicling the gang’s last summer before college
- rated M, no archive warnings apply + other warnings in author note
- 27/27 chapters, 79k words
- completed august 31st, 2018
• main work: because guys like us are cool in college
- series of oneshots/snippets following keith and lance’s freshman year of college
- rated M, no archive warnings apply + other warnings in author note
- 84/84 chapters, 83k words
- completed may 10th, 2019
LIGHT UP THE PATH (THROUGH A SKY FULL OF STARS)
- voltron: legendary defender: 28 oneshots completed for klance au month february 2019.
- klance
- variety of aus, including but not limited to modern au, canon-divergent/other paladinsverse, fantasy au, and more
- rated M, creator chose not to use archive warnings + other warnings in author note
- 28/28 chapters, 49k words
- completed february 28th, 2019
additional oneshots not mentioned here can be found on archive of our own ✨ other writing (including drabbles, snippets, and prompts from tumblr ask games) can be found in my writing tag ✨
happy reading!
#eileen speaks#my writing#vld#voltron legendary defender#sorry for the wonky formatting#i had it in nice neat bullets but bc i'm not using the new post editor tumblr ruined it. love and light
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New Beginnings
Requested by @kzgsox
Jay halstead x female greader
Lindsey gets upset at her boyfriend Jay when she finds him comforting the girl he was in love with who served in the rangers with him and mouse,when a guy from the readers past is halled into the station and question the reader has a full blown panic attack having never told anyone what had happened an ends up being the solid source of the reasoning the guy gets put away for good and Jay stays by her side the whole time and they end up together
A/N: I Really hope everyone enjoys this ! And if you like my work please comment like and Reblog it means a lot to see interactions on my work
Y/N’s POV
Things had been hard ever sense coming home from the rangers. You thought the moment you touched down on US soil everything would be okay.
That you would be able to take off the uniform and put all those bad memories and feelings into the closet and lock it away.
But that wasn’t the case which seemed pretty obvious now. Things were not doing okay and you were not where you thought you would be in live.
You thought you would be married with kids and having a career. But that was from the life you had now.
You were in bad relationship with a guy you had no business being with. He was a piece of crap guy.
He always took every little thing out on you. And you always just ended up taking it. Not wanting to make the situation worse.
With your PTSD and other things you had going on you thought life was as good as it was going to get.
That you didn’t want to burden someone else with the struggles you were going through. Someone else didn’t deserve the weight you carried.
Everyone you knew from the rangers had gone their own way. You never really kept in contact with them and decided it was best that way.
Maybe seeing them would be to hard. Or that is what you told yourself anyways.
The connections you had were just gone and it was honestly hard dealing with the pain of that to.
You had 2 other people you were close with that you thought you had true connections to.
Jay halstead and Greg Gerwitz aka Mouse. It was always the 3 of you together and you seemed to have different feelings for Jay.
The kind that missed him while he was gone and always got butterflies when he touched you.
You thought about asking him out but you didn’t want to ruin one of the most important relationships you had. Besides he never seemed to recuperate so you didn’t want to get hurt.
Once the 3 of you were honourably discharged and thanked for your service you all went back home.
Conveniently you all lived in Chicago which is what also strengthen your bond. But once you all got home you went your separate ways.
Maybe it was just hard on them to so you tried your best to understand. So you went into your little box and then just shut out the world. You didn’t even bother trying it all just seemed so pointless
But now it just seemed like someone was taking a hammer and breaking at the box making you come out.
You tried to patch the holes but it seemed like it wasn’t working and you just didn’t know what to do.
It wasn’t even a good thing that it was breaking at least right now it wasn’t. You knew your boyfriend was up to no good and know he was getting you involved in it.
He was running drugs at first. You knew that and against your better judgement you didn’t do anything about it. He wasn’t getting involved so you didn’t say anything. But now he was upping his game.
He was selling weapons and bomb materials. He was using your name on the weapons so they didn’t check his background.
You didn’t even know until now because you got a letter in the mail about your background check
You were shocked obviously , confused and hurt. You kept thinking about what you were going to do ?
You knew you had a duty to protect the public it was in your blood. But then the other part of you was worried that no one would believe you.
You also wondered what the hell Keith would say ? I mean not that you cared what that horrible man would think but you also tried so hard not to even think about it.
Right now you were sitting at the table in your kitchen biting your nails. Something you did when you were always nervous.
Suddenly the door opened up and they slammed the door breaking your thoughts. You also jumped out of fear.
“Y/n where the hell are you” The voiced barrelled out.
Keith of course
“Hey babe I’m in here “ You said quietly
“We need to leave right now “ keith said.
“What no i’m not leaving” You said
“I really wasn’t asking let’s go” He yelled
“Why don’t you talk to me and we can work this out okay” You pleaded
“I’m not talking about this anymore” He yelled grabbing your arm.
You snatched it back and then stood up to look him in his eyes.
“I know okay I know why you want to go” You said
“How” was all he asked
“They sent me a letter in the mail from my background check” You said
“Damn it” He yelled knocking stuff on the table.
It shook you up and you just kept starting down at the ground. Not knowing what the hell your next move should be right now. A little to scared to move.
Suddenly the front door swung open again and you heard shouting
“Chicago PD No one move” A familiar voice yelled out.
You snapped your head up to the blonde hair man looking just as shocked as you.
“Y/N Omg is that you” Jay asked
“Jay what the hell is going on” You asked.
“You know each other” A brown haired girl asked she was very pretty.
“Yeah we were in the military together” Jay asked
Some brown haired guy walked over and grabbed you
“Come on put your hands behind your back” He said
You looked over at pleading eyes to Jay. You didn’t even do anything wrong. This was all on him.
“No let her go I got her” Jay said.
He walked over to you and touched your arm slightly and nodded you for him to follow you. The brown hair girl looked at him with a confused and upset look.
He just seemed to shrug it off and walk past her and went straight outside. You didn’t say anything to him thought still a bit shaken up. You were just confused about was going on.
Jay didn’t say anything either and you had a heart time reading what he was feeling or what he was even thinking. He walked you out to a black car and opened up the door and sat you in the back.
Then he looked around for a little bit like he was making sure no one was looking and he got in on the other side.
His face was reading like it was hurt and he didn’t know what to say because he didn’t want to hurt you. You knew he was pretty disappointed in seeing you wrapped in all of this.
“ Do not say anything okay you hear me” He said
“What do you mean I didn’t do anything” You pleaded with him.
“Y/N look i know your name was pulled up in the damn report to buy the stuff” Jay said
“That’s how far It got and I didn’t even know he was using my name at all I swear okay Jesus I would Never” You said
“Okay if that’s what you say but when we get there not a damn word to anyone but me” He said.
“Fine” You said just sitting back and not really saying anything.
Jay got out and he walked away and you didn’t know where he went because the windows were tinted and you couldn’t even see anything.
You just laid you head back and squeezed your eyes closed. You just hoped maybe when you would open them back up it would be some sort of dream. That this wasn’t really happening to you.
You could feel the tears rolling down on your cheek. The salty water hitting your lips. God how did you get here and why. This wasn’t happening not to you.
Suddenly you sat up and opened your eyes when the car doors opened up. You sat up and wiped the tears away. Jay and the brown haired girl got in. There was a air in the car like you could just tell they were arguing about something.
You just sat up and put your seat belt on and they took off. No one was speaking and you could cut the tension with a knife.
You just kept driving on the way to the station. You finally made it there and they pulled up in the front. They both got out and Jay walked over to your side and opened up the door.
You got out and he kept right by your side without moving, It was hard to tell if it was because he was keeping you from running or was he protecting you. It seemed like the latter but it was hard to tell.
You walked into the station and it seemed like everyone had stopped what they were doing and just stared at you. Or maybe you were just being dramatic.
There was a lady at the front desk who looked up and gave a mean look towards your way. You wondered what the hell you did to her.
Jay didn’t say anything he just walked you up the stairs and keyed in some numbers and the door opened up.
You walked up the stairs and walked into a office/ work pen area. There were desk every where and you were surprised to see something on what was obviously Jay’s desk. There was a picture on the desk with you Jay and Mouse.
It made your heart pound. And you can’t believe he kept it. DId it mean something or was it just sentimental ? You felt like you were getting in your head again.
He walked you to a room and he pointed for you to sit down. He went and shut the door behind him. You didn’t see where the other girl went. She got lost in the crown downstairs.
He just looked at you with concern in his eyes. Your pride was getting the best of you because you were going to start this conversation. Jay was probably thinking the same thinking because he wasn’t saying anything either.
Finally he bit his tongue and spoke up.
“What the hell is going on” He asked in a soft tone.
You didn’t really say anything just kept looking down at your hands and playing with your fingers. He grabbed your hand and gave it a squeeze and then you finally looked up at him.
You didn’t know what to say or know where to start really. So you just took a deep breathe and tried to muster up some strength to start.
“ I wasn’t lying I mean I legit just found he was using my name to buy weapons okay I was gonna say something” You said.
“ I did know about the dealing and stuff I just figured it wasn’t that big of a deal” You shrugged.
“Not that big of a deal we fought to protect to keep people safe now your sleeping with low lives what the hell happened to you” Jay yelled.
You started feeling the anxiety creep up inside of you. You felt like your breathing was staggering and you felt like you were getting dizzy. You thought you were going to pass out.
You closed your eyes and tried to calm down but it really wasn’t working. Then you felt these hands wrap around you. They squeezed you tight and you heard him whisper. It sounded like it was really far away.
“It’s okay I’m here for you.” You heard Jay’s voice soften up.
He didn’t leave your side and kept your hand on your back trying to soothe you. Finally after a few minutes you started to calm down.
You looked up at him and didn’t even realise you were crying until you felt the tears on your face.
You wiped the tears from your face and Jay took his hand and placed it on your face in a conforming manner.
“I’m here I’m not going anywhere” He said.
“Thank you” You said in a low soft tone.
“Why don’t we walk through this together okay me and you” He said
“ I swear okay I didn’t know about the weapons until like 2 days ago. I found out when I got the letter in the mail saying my background was clear” You said
“What about the drugs” Jay asked
You looked at him and nodded and just started crying again.
He wiped those tears from your face and gave you a smile but his face said it was disappointed.
“How did we get here” He asked.
“Things just got bad you know I was struggling and thought if i just ignored it then the problem would go away. “ You said.
“I get that but I’m here okay you don’t have to do this alone and I can get you some help okay but I also need your help as well.” Jay said.
“I don’t know you don’t know him like I do” you hesitated.
“That’s a good thing listen to me this is going to get you free and take a bad guy off the street save lives. This is also going to be a good thing for you a new beginning” Jay said.
“Yeah yeah” You said
“Its going to be hard and it’s not going to be easy but you are strong and you are brave and you are going to get through this” Jay said.
“Okay” You breathed.
“Tell me everything” Jay said.
“I know he deals to some white people up North soccer moms and stuff but I don’t know about the weapons” You said.
“You think he would tell you” Jay said
“No I don’t think he would but his friends might” You said
“Okay we will set you up with a wire and get the information that way” Jay said.
“Yeah sure” You said
“So that brown hair girl is she your girlfriend” you asked.
“Yeah she is” Jay said
“Is it serious” You asked
“Not really i guess we just been hanging out” Jay said.
“What’s her name” You asked
“Erin Linsday” Jay said
“ she seems good for you and You deserve to be happy Jay and if she’s good for you” You said.
“She’s just not” Jay was saying then the door opened and Erin walked in.
“We need a statement from her and what’s going on” Erin asked
“Nothing were just talking” Jay said.
She looked like she didn’t believe him. She just nodded and walked out. Jay also had a look on his face where it was hard to read what the hell was going on.
“I’ll be back okay” Jay said
You nodded and he placed a hand on your shoulder and walked out and shut the door. You just sat there and took deep breathes.
You heard from the room there was yelling.
“jay what the hell are you doing you are leading her this is going to throw this case this is way to personal” The brown hair girl yelled
“It’s not Erin I told you I am helping her out okay she is not some criminal okay She is my family and she doesn’t deserve to be shoved in some box she earned better than that” Jay said
You tried not to looka them and gave them their space.
There was a part of you that wasn’t sure if this was even the right move but you know you had to try. Jay was right people’s lives were in danger and you could risk that.
It was just hard looking in the mirror and seeing how you got here. Going from being a decorated solider to this a heaping pile of mess.
The silence was hard it just made you think about everything which is something you didn’t want to do.
After what seemed like forever Jay walked back in and he looked at you and smiled. He was holding a small box in his hand.
“I would say yes but your already seeing someone” You said smiling
He looked at you and smiled and sat down.
“Well good to know I have options” He said
“So what is that thing” You asked
“ A wire made like a necklace” Jay said.
‘Yeah so this is real” You said
“You can say no we will figure it out another way” Jay said
“No I can handle this” you said looking up and smiling.
“Hear come here” Jay said
You both got up and he walked over and you turned to him and pulled your hair up. He put the necklace on you.
You turned back and smiled at him
“You ready to roll out” Jay said.
“Yeah let’s do it I can text Jimmy to meet me down at the bar we hang” You said
“Okay sounds like a plan I’ll let the team know we gotta get ready so you can hang at my desk while we go gear up” Jay said.
You both walked out the room and you Jay walked you over to his desk. You sat down looking at the picture you saw earlier. Wondering what the hell had happened to you.
The rest of his team all kind of scattered not really acknowledging you. Then after a little bit Jay signalled for you to come on.
You walked out with him and Erin and got back into the same car as before. It was quiet as no one was saying anything.
After giving Jay address you all left to headed out.
“Are you sure he’s gonna even be there” Erin asked
“Yeah I’m sure he practically lives there” You said.
She didn’t say anything after that but her and Jay glanced looked at each other.
The car ride was silent and the ride took a little bit to get there. It was just one of those neighbourhood bars. That sat on the corner and if you weren’t a regular you sat out like a sore thumb.
Jay pulled up and you and Erin looked back at you with a serious look.
“You got this” Erin asked
“I’m fine okay I was a ranger” You said not liking the tone she asked or maybe you were reading into it.
You got out and walked over to the door. You stopped and closed your eyes for a minute taking a breath.
Then walked in and looked around looking for Jimmy. He was sitting at a table already a few beers in.
You walked over and sat down in front of him. You grabbed a beer and started drinking and Jimmy looked at you and smiled.
“Y/N how you doing where’s your man” He asked
“Busy he sent me to talk about the plan” You said
Jimmy looked up at you with a look on his face.
“What plans Y/N” He asked
“Come on man I know about the arms that’s it But Keith asked me to ask you about the plans he was drunk as hell but you know me” You said .
“Your right” Jimmy said
“I do know you and you never really cared about this before always kept in the shadows why should I believe you” Jimmy asked
“Fair point but look okay I got denied my VA benefits the one’s I been fighting for. All that trauma for nothing so now there gonna pay” You said.
“I like that so listen we got the weapons. Okay were planning to hit the Recruitment centres and then we got plans for some government buildings” Jimmy said
“The guns where are they” You asked
“Down in the basement at my place” Jimmy said
“Good it’s a plan” You said
You both sat and talked for a little bit more. To make it seem like you weren’t just fishing. The hate this man talked about it was disgusting.
After a little bit you pulled out and headed back to the car. Jay was smiling at you and Erin even looked a little impressed
“Nice job Y/N I knew you still had balls” Jay said.
“See i told you i Had it” You said
“So where to now” You asked
“Were getting you home we deal with the rest” Jay said
You just nodded and looked outside the window. It felt like you were getting a small part of you back.
Finally you made it home and Jay got out and walked you out. You both walked up to your front door.
Jay smiled at you and you smiled back and you both let out a laugh
“So what now” You asked
“I told you I’m getting you help. I will be here every step of the way for you. I know the old you will come back and I’m so excited for her to” Jay said
“Yeah I am to and thank you for everything” You said
“Of course were family and everything that comes after” Jay
“And everything that comes after” You said.
You both pulled into a hug and when Jay let you go he kissed the top of you head.
“Good night Jay” You said
“Good Night Y/N” Jay said
You walked in after that. You threw your stuff down and headed in. You looked around the house and cleaned it. From top to bottom. Then you took a shower and washed it all off. Everything felt like it was a brand new start to the next chapter of your life.
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We’ve seen the NSFW alphabet, but what about the SFW alphabet for the boys? 👀
SFW ALPHABET
Keith:
A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
He generally loves affection, but he’ll test the waters first before letting that show. He doesn’t want to express it in a way that you dislike. But generally, he will give a lot of compliments, offer gifts and, if given the opportunity, use physical touch as well.
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
Keith as a friend is a bit more laid back and doesn’t try as hard to be the epitome of perfection. But he is still often scared of doing or saying anything that might upset his friend and make them hate him. Becoming his friend usually means you need to win his trust first, otherwise he will try to keep you at a distance.
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
He loves cuddles! He’s more used to being the one holding the other person in his arms, but he has no issue with it being the other way around. He is always gentle and does his best to make sure the other is comfortable.
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
He does want to settle down. Being in a happy marriage is his dream come true. He’s quite organized, clean and a decent cook, so he’d make a pretty good husband.
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
He wouldn’t :’)
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
Oh, he’d be over the moon. The very fact that you’ve decided to marry him would have him ecstatic for good amount of time. Though if you were to put off the wedding too much, he might start to feel insecure so it’s best not to make him wait more than a year.
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
Incredibly gentle. Unless you ask him to do otherwise, he’ll treat you like his most precious treasure. He’d be consumed by guilt if he ever did anything to hurt you.
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
Yeah, he likes them. How often he offers them depends on the person he’s meant to be hugging. Generally, he gives comfy and warm hugs.
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
He will wait for you to say it first.
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)
If possible, he gets rid of whatever created that jealousy :)
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
His kisses are generally soft, not super long but not quick pecks either. If you’re into it, he likes turning them into passionate ones. And his favorite place to kiss and be kissed are the lips.
L = Little ones (How are they around children?)
He’s kind and caring. Really bad at scolding, can’t bring himself to raise his voice or be mean to a child to save his life.
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
If it’s not a work morning, he’s going to sleep in and there isn’t much you can do to stop him. Pretty of hard to get him out of bed before 11 am. He’s happy to give you morning cuddles though. If you bring him breakfast in bed, he will worship the ground you walk on.
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)
He’s gonna try to get you to go to bed with him at a reasonable hour. Mostly because he rarely does that. Will want to have you close while you sleep, even if you aren’t fully in his arms (though that is preferred).
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
It depends. Some things he can’t help but reveal early on depending on circumstances (like if you meet him at his flower shop, you WILL hear him ramble about plants at some point). He will wait a pretty long time to reveal any trait he dislikes about himself though.
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
You usually have to hit a sensitive spot to make him angry. Or repeat a type of behavior that gradually brings him to a boiling point. Otherwise he’s a pretty calm person.
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
He will remember as much as he possibly can. Some important things he will even write down, like your birthday, your favorite flower, things you like that he could give you as presents. But if he’s been around you for a while, he won’t need the notes.
R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
He’s a hopeless romantic so of course it would be the moment you have your first kiss.
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
VERY protective. He’d like to be able to protect you in all ways himself, but whenever he gets in that headspace, Tenebris usually jumps out. He’s rather you only ever protect him in situations in which he’s certain nothing bad will happen to you.
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
As much effort as a human could possibly put into these types of things.
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
As soon as something bad happens, he starts blaming himself and throwing around harsh words in his mind.
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
He’s always been told he’s pretty, but he still puts in effort to maintain or enhance that. He styles his hair, puts on concealer, takes care of his skin and picks out clothes that would look good on him.
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
Absolutely.
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
He secretly hopes soulmates are a thing that exists.
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
Very poor hygiene. It’s not gonna keep him away from you completely, but he will try to get you to fix it.
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)
If he’s sleeping with someone else, he’ll either press himself against them or reach out with his arm or leg to touch them.
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Tenebris:
A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
He’s not the type to show affection at the very start of the relationship, before you have. But as soon as you do, you’re gonna have a hard time getting him off of you.
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
He can seem like a bit of a jerk sometimes, since he likes teasing or mildly bullying people. But he will greatly treasure any friend and be ready to obliterate anything that harms them. Starting a friendship with him can be as simple as not treating him like dirt and maybe complimenting his shirt or something.
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
Cuddles all the way!! He cuddles by clinging to you like you’re the thing keeping him alive. Will smother you if you don’t say anything. Also likes laying on top of you if you’re both laying down.
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
Sure, he wouldn’t mind settling down. The very idea seems kind of impossible to him, he can’t imagine someone suggesting that to him. An absolute disaster at both cooking and keeping things tidy, but he WILL clean the house for you just to prevent bugs from infesting it. Just don’t ask him to operate something like a washing machine without giving him detailed instructions first.
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
Depends on why you’re breaking up. The method could vary from calling you an asshole that he doesn’t wanna see again to beating the shit out of you. But generally, you need to be an abusive bastard to either him or Keith for him to even consider breaking up.
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
He feels great about it, because he can’t believe you’re gonna commit to him of all people. And he doesn’t care how quickly you do it, he’s got a pretty long life ahead of him.
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
He tries to be gentle as much as he can, but his strength isn’t always easy to manage and he can be a bit of a jerk once he gets angry. But he’d never dare do more than accidentally hug you too hard and if he ever hurt your feelings, he would apologize a million times, verbally, written or by crawling at your feet.
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
He loves hugs, give him all the hugs. If you like hugs too, he will hug you every time he sees you and more. His hugs are kind of tight and kinda long, especially if he hasn’t seen you in a while.
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
He may not say it before you do. Though if he realizes he loves you before you say it, he might just blurt it out randomly.
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)
Very jealous. Will cuss people out or start fights if you don’t keep him in check. While you’re around, that is. If you aren’t around, whoever made him jealous is as good as dead.
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
His kisses are unsure and clumsy, since he has no experience. He likes kissing you on the cheek because it’s simple and doesn’t have to be long. And he loves it when you kiss his forehead.
L = Little ones (How are they around children?)
Generally can’t stand them. Thinks they’re dumb and annoying and they won’t shut up about him being blue. But he will immediately make friends with any kid that’s nice to him.
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
Pesters you to make him pancakes. If you don’t know how, forces Keith to make both of you pancakes. He doesn’t take too long to get out of bed because pancakes.
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)
Good luck getting him to bed. Though once you do, if you hold him in your arms and pet his head, he’ll let you fall asleep to the sound of his purring.
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
Whenever you ask or whenever it comes up in conversation. He doesn’t know why he should be holding anything back. Unless it’ll get him and Keith in trouble, then he might avoid it.
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
Uh. Pretty easily, but it depends. If it’s you and you’re the timid and well meaning type, he’ll have a lot more patience. Otherwise, as soon as he feels even mildly insulted, he’ll be fuming.
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
Absolutely everything and he will do it effortlessly too. He has a great memory.
R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
When you were nice to him for the first time.
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
Just as protective as Keith, but he’s also the one always doing the protecting. Whether you need him to knock someone onto the next planet over or call them a son of a bitch, he’s there for you. He’s not used to being protected himself, but he’ll melt if you ever take his side in an argument or when he’s being insulted.
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
He does his best to make you happy, even though he doesn’t have experience with any of these things.
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
Trying to solve too many problems with violence. And always leaving his clothes on the floor.
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
He’s not the most vain person. He mostly cares about his clothes, which he likes in a certain style. And he doesn’t like the way Keith combs their hair, so he usually messes it up.
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
Probably not, but you’re still highly appreciated if you’re by his side.
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
He loves it if you hold his hands and interlock your fingers with his.
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
Shallow people.
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)
Mumbles in his sleep and tends to drool on his pillow.
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Soundtrack of Debauchery - Part 2
Pairing: Young!Syverson X OFC (Jessie) X Mike (Hellraiser)
Word Count: 11 591 words
Warnings: SMUT, Alcohol, Drug Use, Oral Sex (M and F receiving), Vaginal Fingering, Anal Fingering, Sex Toys, Vaginal Sex, Anal Sex, Threesome (F/M/M), Difficult Family Dynamics
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A/N: I am so excited about this. I didn't think I would write something longer than the first part but I had a lot more to say about these three.
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Mikey was practically vibrating. He hadn’t seen Jessie in a month because of finals and he was going a little insane. All he wanted was to enjoy his three weeks of Christmas vacation in the company of his favorite girl.
Sy had gone back to base as usual and neither Mike nor Jessie had seen him since July. If things worked out, however, he would make it to Georgia during the week after Christmas. Mike and his mother had also been invited to spend their vacation with his aunt and uncle.
Apparently his mother had mentioned to them that she suspected Mike had a girlfriend because they had extended the invitation to Jessie without even knowing if he was really seeing anyone. He hadn’t mentioned it to her yet but he was planning to. He just didn’t know how to ask Jessie to spend her reunion with Sy with the parents of the two men who were secretly dating her at the same time.
It would do Jessie some good to spend some alone time with Sy. She was worried that maybe the chemistry they’d felt at the festival had been purely physical and that things would be different once they’d spent some time together outside of the excitement of it all. Well, she was mostly worried Sy wouldn’t feel the same. She was clearly crushing hard on Mike’s older cousin.
Mike and Jessie had both kept in touch with Sy while he was away. He would never admit it but Mike missed having his cousin around. Sy was the one person who had always stuck by his side no matter how badly he fucked up.
Mike’s mother was flying straight to Georgia but he was going to drive to Jessie’s first. If she agreed to go with him, then his plan was for them to do the last part of the drive together. The three of them still lived in three different states but at least Baltimore was on the way to Georgia. Actually, if Mike and Jessie spent a bit of time alone first, they could pick up Sy at his base and the three of them could drive to Georgia together for New Years. He liked that idea.
Jessie lived with Mel, Keith, Brody and Tom, who he had seen at the festival, in a three bedroom apartment off campus. It was a tight fit when he was around for the weekend but it was better than a tiny dorm room with a narrow single bed.
When Jessie buzzed him into the building, he ran up the steps two at a time until he reached her floor. She was waiting for him in the doorway and it was the sweetest sight he had ever seen.
Jessie had apparently gotten dressed up in anticipation of his arrival. Maybe dressed up wasn’t the right word. She was only wearing a sexy little apron and a babydoll.
“The guys better not be home. I don’t have the ability to fight for your honor the way Sy would.”
Jessie giggled, letting Mike walk her backwards into the apartment before shutting the door.
“Just you and me,” her hands slid up his leather covered arms and shoulders before tangling in the soft strands of his shaggy hair. She pulled him down to meet her lips in a hungry greeting.
“I don’t mean to fuck up your meal, Sweetcheeks,” he whispered as he kissed down her jaw, “but with you looking like this, I don’t think I can wait.”
“I guess it’s a good thing that I just put supper in the oven on a ninety minute timer.”
“Fuck, you are brilliant. You truly do think of everything.”
Feeling confident that he wouldn’t incur Jessie’s wrath for ruining the meal she worked so hard on, Mike grabbed her ass and lifted Jessie up.
“You look so fucking sexy, Babe. Will you let me take a picture?”
Jessie didn’t need to look up to know that they were heading to her bedroom. She had been the one to request the no sex in the common areas rule, it would be hypocritical of her to ignore it at the first opportunity.
“You wanna photograph me like one of your French girls, Mikey?”
She was gently deposited on the mattress and she stretched out. Mike took a step back, pulling his cell from his pocket.
“I want Sy to know what’s waiting for him if he makes it home during break.”
It was the first time Jessie was hearing about Sy possibly coming home but it immediately got her attention.
“I’ll give the details later, but Sy might get some leave time. You want to help motivate him to suck up to whoever is in charge?”
Jessie bit her lip, looking up at Mike through a hooded gaze. “What do I need to do?”
Mike unlocked his phone, pointing the camera at the gorgeous woman in front of him. “Just keep looking like sex on legs and you’ll have Sy going AWOL in no time.”
He snapped a few pictures, acting like he was putting into practice everything he’d learned in his elective photography class.
“Okay, now get on your knees and lose the apron.”
Jessie moved like a feline tracking its prey, crawling to the edge of the bed where she held herself up on her knees. Her eyes never left Mikey’s as she untied the apron behind her back then around her neck, letting it fall to the floor.
Mike groaned, filming without really looking at what he was doing. Why would he look at the screen when the real thing was only a few feet away?
“Look at you all wrapped up like the perfect Christmas gift. Anything you wanna say to Sy, Sweetcheeks?”
“I miss you,” she spoke into the lens, “I’d be really happy to see you but I’ll wait for you if you can’t come home yet.”
Mike gave Jessie a fond smile before quickly sending Sy a few of the pictures and the short video with strict instructions to look at everything once he was alone. He shrugged off his jacket, tossing it over the desk chair and putting his phone in the pocket.
“Just you and me now, Sweetcheeks,” he said, facing Jessie again. “Did you miss me too?”
“Fishing for a compliment, Mikey?”.
“Maybe a little,” he admitted, bridging the gap between them. His hands traveled over her ass and thighs, holding her tight against him. She, in turn, wrapped her arms around his neck.
“I missed you, Mikey,” she said earnestly. “Want me to show you how much?”
Mikey nodded eagerly, letting Jessie pull away. While she worked on getting his pants off, Mike pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside. Jessie lowered herself down onto her stomach, licking her lips as she admired Mike’s cock which stood hard and proud against the light happy trail on his stomach.
She began by placing kisses up Mike’s inner thigh. She loved to tease him with how sensitive and responsive he was. He released a shuddering breath when she finally wrapped her luscious lips around the head of his dick.
Mike brushed the back of his fingers down Jessie’s cheek almost reverently as she worked her magic on his length. He couldn’t get over how gorgeous she was. Her pert ass was peeking out from below this sheer fabric of her babydoll, giving him visions of all the filthy things he wanted to do to it over their upcoming time together.
Jessie had one hand wrapped around his shaft, moving in time with her mouth but suddenly she snuck it between his legs and teased his balls.
“Oh fuck, do that again,” Mike gasped, tangling his fingers through Jessie’s hair.
Lost in the feeling, Mike’s hips moved almost of their own accord, thrusting forward and taking over the pace. He had just enough awareness left in him to drag her off his dick before he came down her throat.
“As much as I love that wicked mouth of Sweetcheeks, I’m not gonna make it much longer if you keep going.”
Jessie pushed her bottom lip out, making her displeasure known with an innocent little pout.
“Aw, don’t be like that, gorgeous, you’re gonna like what happens next.”
Mike leaned over, pulling open the bottom drawer of Jessie’s bedside table. He knew exactly what he was looking for and where to find it.
“Get on your knees. Face down, sweet cheeks up.”
The smirk came back to her lips and Jessie turned around, presenting her ass to Mikey with an enticing wiggle. She yelped when Mikey placed a sharp spank on her lace covered flesh. The fancy panties that she’d bought just for this occasion were soaked, leaving a dark patch on the powder pink fabric. Jessie could feel the wetness smearing on her inner thighs as Mikey slowly dragged them off.
“Which color do you want?”
“Red.”
Mike’s warm fingers trailed up the inside of her thigh until it reached her waiting core. He pushed two fingers inside and Jessie immediately clenched around them.
“Are you sure?” He was a little surprised by her answer and he needed to be certain that she wasn’t just saying what she thought he wanted to hear.
“Yes.”
Pulling his fingers from her wet heat, Mike slid up to Jessie’s puckered hole. With gentle pressure, he circled the tight ring of muscle, coating her in her juices. The bottle of lube clicked open and the coolness of the gel was added to the mix of sensations.
With his free hand, Mike worked open the felt pouch that contained the metal butt plug. It came in a set, each one having a different colored jewel on the end. He and Jessie had been using them for a few months. It had been her idea. She wanted to be able to take both Mike and Sy at the same time.
It would be their first time trying out the one with the red jewel. It was the biggest one of the set but at its thickest point was still not as wide as either man’s sizeable girth.
“Ready?”
Jessie folded her arms under her cheek, finding Mikey’s gaze over her shoulder.
“Ready,” she confirmed.
Mike started with one finger, easily slipping in with the abundant lube. He continued to work her open until he was able to add a second finger. Wanting to ensure the least amount of discomfort possible, Mike dipped the plug into her core, getting it nice and slick before adding more lube to the smooth metal.
“Breathe for me, Sweetcheeks.”
Jessie obeyed, taking a deep breath in and slowly letting it out. Mike withdrew his fingers, replacing them with the tapered tip of the plug. She clenched unintentionally from the contrast of the cool metal and she had to concentrate on relaxing her body.
With carefully controlled pressure, Mikey began to sink the plug into Jessie’s opening. She pressed back against it, helping him along.
When he began to feel more resistance, Mike paused, stroking a hand soothingly up and down Jessie’s back.
“You’re doing fucking amazing, keep breathing for me.”
He moved the plug out then back in again, slowly working more of it in with each thrust. Jessie’s whole body jerked a little when the last of the plug sank in but the sting faded quickly as the heavy plug settled within her.
“Sorry.” Mike quickly cleaned his fingers with a wet wipe. “Does it feel okay?” he asked, blanketing her body with his and placing gentle kisses across her shoulders and nape.
Jessie’s eyes fluttered open, her breath coming in pants. She tested the sensation by moving her hips against Mike’s pulsing manhood.
“Yes.” It felt more than okay though she didn’t quite know how to put it into words.
Mike wrapped an arm around her front, helping her upright. His hands were everywhere, roughly groping at her tits and thighs until Jessie snapped and pulled him down onto the bed.
She mounted him, rubbing her dripping folds over his shaft as she captured his lips in a feverish kiss. Her soft hand wrapped around the base and she was about to sink down on him when Mike’s panicked hands found her hips.
“Hold on, Sweetcheeks, still need to get a condom.”
Jessie’s eyes went wide, realizing what she’d been about to do.
“Shit, I’m sorry.”
The box of condoms Mike had bought the last time he visited was already on the bed next to the lube. With the protection situation quickly rectified, Jessie finally impaled herself on Mike’s gorgeous cock.
“Jesus, I can feel the plug rubbing against me from inside.”
It was a good thing the both of them were equally worked up because neither of them was going to last. Jessie’s head was tipped back, her eyes closed and her mouth agape.
Mike couldn’t tear his eyes away as she worked toward her rapture. He helped her along, pinching and twisting her nipples before slipping a hand to her clit. Her body shuddered violently when she exploded around him, her walls pulsing and pulling him into his own rapture.
Jessie collapsed on top of Mike, pressing her face into his neck. He wrapped both arms possessively around her, nuzzling into her hair.
“What do you say to taking however much time we have left before your timer goes off to take a hot shower?”
“I think that might be a necessity at this point.”
Trailing his fingers down her spine, Mike gently cupped Jessie’s ass. “Tell me if it starts getting uncomfortable.”
“I will. I just wanna lay here a little longer.”
That was fine with Mike. The girls he used to hook up with always told him how different he was from their other booty calls because he used to stick around and cuddle after they’d finished. They thought it was to give him a better shot at a repeat visit but the truth was, he just needed the closeness.
Holding Jessie always felt different though. It not only satisfied the part of him that was touch starved, it satisfied the part of him that craved to be loved. He’d been biting his tongue whenever the words threatened to spill out, too afraid that if he said it first, she wouldn’t say it back. He didn’t think he would be able to handle that kind of rejection so, instead, he just held her a little tighter, hoping one day she would say the three little words he longed to hear.
Though she had initially been unsure about meeting Mike’s mother and Sy’s parents, Jessie did agree that if Sy got his leave, she would go with them to Georgia. On Christmas Eve, Sy called to say that he would be able to leave the base on the twenty-sixth, solidifying their plans.
Not wanting to waste any of Sy’s precious off time, Jessie and Mike slept through Christmas evening and hit the road before dawn.
At twelve o’clock on the dot, the two of them waited outside Sy’s base with breakfast sandwiches and coffees in hand. They were both pretty tired after the nine hour drive but Sy would be able to take over if ever Mike couldn’t make it through the last stretch.
There were a dozen other cars around with parents, siblings, husbands, wives and children eagerly awaiting their loved ones. Mike held Jessie as he leaned back against the hood of his car. Her leg had been bouncing up and down for the past hour. At first, Mike thought it was because she was getting restless from being cooped up in the car but he could tell now that it was the nerves of seeing Sy again after so long.
The first group of soldiers made their way out and the lot filled with excited chatter. Jessie studied each face as they came into view, searching for her man, but was disappointed to find that he was not amongst them.
“He’ll be here, don’t worry,” Mike whispered in her ear, squeezing her hip.
She tried to remain calm as the second, larger group came out. After a few of the men dispersed, she spotted one of the guys she’d seen that summer at the festival. Sure enough, Sy was not far behind.
She darted out of Mikey’s hold, sprinting towards him.
“Incoming!” Mike bellowed across the lot, immediately catching his cousin’s attention.
Sy grinned, dropping his pack and bracing himself as Jessie jumped into his arms. Her legs wrapped around his waist so tightly that it almost made it hard to breathe but, to Sy, that just meant that she was really there with him.
His lips found hers in a hungry kiss that was probably bordering on pornographic but he couldn’t care less about anyone seeing. It was his confirmation that Jessie still wanted him as badly as he wanted her.
When her lungs began to burn, Jessie reluctantly broke their kiss, gazing into Sy’s stunningly blue eyes. Someone beside them cursed, drawing both her and Sy’s attention. They turned their heads just in time to see Sy’s friend, Gabe, tearing a twenty dollar bill from someone’s hands.
“What is that about?” Jessie asked, turning her eyes back to Sy.
“They thought I was lyinʼ about ya goin’ out with both me and Mike. They thought it was my way of hidinʼ that you’d chosen him over me in the end.”
“And with a kiss like that you just won me twenty bucks,” Gabe beamed.
Jessie didnʼt recognize the other soldier so he hadn’t been at the festival that summer. If he had, heʼd have known she was equally crazy about both men.
“Come on, Nate,” Mike shouted from the car. “Youʼll have plenty of time to feel her up on the road. The faster we leave, the faster I can join in.”
Jessie giggled as Sy set her back onto the ground, picking up his bag and throwing an arm around Jessie’s shoulder.
“Bye, Gabe!”
“Nice to see you again, Jessie!”
When they finally parked outside Sy’s childhood home four hours later, the nerves found their way back to Jessie’s stomach.
“So umm, we need to talk about something before we go in,” Mike said as he shut off the car and turned to face Sy and Jessie who sat in the back seat. “Jessie got invited because my mom told your mom that she thought I had a girlfriend.”
Jessie and Sy both nodded. They already knew that.
“What do we tell them when we get inside? Do we tell them straight up that you’re dating the both of us and get it out of the way?”
“It’s what we did with my mom,” Jessie pointed out.
“Yes, but your mom also offered me a hit from her joint as soon as we walked through the door.”
Jessie’s mom was definitely unique, that was true. She was a gender studies professor who believed in female empowerment and embracing one’s sexuality. Her only question had been when could she meet Sy.
But she really wanted to make a good impression with Mike and Sy’s family and that didn’t involve being branded a whore from the moment she set foot in the house. What if they didn’t understand?
“Maybe it would be best if we didn’t tell them right now,” she eventually admitted, looking down at her shaking hands.
“It would probably be easier for them all to accept our relationship if they got to know you first,” Sy agreed though the words tasted awful as he said them. “If we tell them now they’ll make up this idea of who you are in their heads and it’ll be really hard to break it afterwards.”
“It sucks that my mom blabbed about us. This probably would have been easier if they got to know you as Sy’s girlfriend first.”
Jessie didn’t have time to ask him why before he was pushing his door open and climbing out of the car. Sy and Jessie did the same just as a man and two women came down the house’s front steps.
The older of the two women went straight for Sy, greeting him with a warm embrace. Mike on the other hand didn’t hug the woman who Jessie guessed was his mother. He said a quick hello then shook hands with Sy’s dad.
After releasing her son, Mrs. Syverson gave Mike an expectant look and he smiled sheepishly as he approached her.
“Hi Aunt B.”
Aunt B hugged Mike just as tight as she did Sy, albeit not as long, while Sy hugged both his dad and Mike’s mother.
“It’s good to see you two boys here together again,” Aunt B said before turning to Jessie. “I take it this is your mystery lady, Mike?”
Mike came to stand by Jessie’s side, taking her hand in his. “Yes. This is my girlfriend, Jessie. Jessie, these are Sy’s parents, Barbara and Robert, and this is my mother, Jill.”
“It’s nice to meet you all,” Jessie said with a shy smile.
“Welcome to our home, Jessie,” Sy’s mother said. “We are so very glad to have ya with us. Come on in!”
They hadnʼt even taken the bags out of the car but they seemed to think that it could wait until later.
“When we heard that Nate would be home today, we decided to delay our Christmas dinner. I know you boys are probably already starvin’. I made all your favorites.”
Though Jessie knew Sy was a military nickname, it was weird to hear his family refer to him by his given name. She made a mental note to ask him which one he wanted her to use.
The group made their way inside where a table of snacks had been set up in the living room. Mike immediately shoved a piece of cheese in his mouth but his mother slapped his hand away from the plate as he reached for another.
“Where are your manners? Offer your guest something to drink before you stuff your face.”
“I just got here, I don’t even know what there is to drink!”
Mr. Syverson shook his head, addressing Jessie himself. “We have white wine, beer, juice and soda in the fridge and Mike can show ya the liquor cabinet if ya want to make yourself a drink. Lord knows he raided it enough times as a kid.”
Sy was faster, walking over to said cabinet and shifting the bottles aside until he found his favorite bottle of whiskey and a bottle of spiced rum for Jessie. During their virtual dates, Sy had paid attention, learning a few of her likes, dislikes and habits. She drank rum and cokes as a cocktail but preferred wine with food. She always had a blanket nearby just in case she got cold or sometimes simply because she wanted to be cozy. His favorite thing he’d learned was that when she yawned, she made this sound—almost like a little squeak—that reminded him of a puppy.
Not wanting anyone to question why Sy already knew what she wanted to drink, Jessie dragged Mike to the fridge to get the bottle of coke. She could have gone alone but she felt uncomfortable serving herself. Mike grabbed a beer before guiding her to a cabinet to choose what size glass she wanted.
“Thank you,” Jessie whispered to Sy, setting the glasses on the table for him to fill.
“My pleasure, Sweetheart.”
Mrs. Syverson checked on the turkey in the oven, filling the room with the delicious aroma and making Jessie’s stomach grumble.
“See, we should have started with the food,” Mikey muttered under his breath. Jessie poked him in the ribs for his comment but leaned up to place a chaste kiss on his cheek.
Drinks in hand, the three of them returned to the living room where Mike and Jessie sat on the loveseat, and Sy took the folding chair that had been added to provide the missing seat.
“Did the drive go well, Mike?”
“Yeah, it was fine. There was no traffic at four in the morning so that definitely made getting out of the city less painful.”
“Why on Earth would ya have been on the road that early?” Mr. Syverson asked in a tone that made Jessie feel like a child being scolded. By the look on Mike’s face, it had the same effect on him and she felt the need to stand up for him.
“It made sense for us to pick up Sy on the way here and we didn’t want him to have to wait for us all day.”
“That’s very considerate of you, Jessie,” Aunt B said, shooting her husband a sideways glance. “We are very grateful that you two could pick him up. We hadnʼt seen him in almost a year since he moved to that base.”
Sy knew his mother hadnʼt been thrilled that he spent his summer leave with his army buddies instead of coming home. They’d grown used to him coming home on weekend leaves but that hadnʼt been possible since heʼd started Special Forces training.
“Ya know I would visit more if I could.”
“I know, dear. Itʼs not as if ya lived only twenty minutes away yet hadn’t stopped by in months.”
The not so subtle dig had very clearly been meant for Mike. Whenever he had a spare weekend where he wasnʼt working or studying, he was with Jessie. He hadn’t seen his mother in three months and apparently she had shared that fact with his aunt and uncle.
Mike had become so used to hiding his life from his mother that he didn’t really know how to share it with her anymore. It had been that way ever since the time his school had called his mother to say that they suspected he’d been smoking weed on school grounds. The only reason they hadn’t expelled him was because they couldn’t prove it because he’d dumped his stash. She’d looked so disappointed. Not wanting to ever see that look in her eyes again, he had stopped sharing things with her altogether. Good or bad.
“Iʼve been busier than usual this last semester.”
“I know, honey,” Jill reassured her son, patting Mike’s knee. “But it’s your final year, you’re almost done!”
“Have ya started lookin’ for jobs for after ya graduate?” Mr. Syverson asked, reaching to pile a few pieces of cheese and some vegetables on a little novelty napkin.
The house was not fully decorated for the holiday season but there was what looked like a handmade table runner under the plates of appetizers and various seasonal figurines on the fireplace mantle.
Next to a ceramic reindeer was a picture of two young boys who had to be Sy and Mike. They were standing on a pier each with their arm over the other’s shoulders and soaking wet from head to toe.
If she had to guess, Jessie would say Sy was around thirteen and Mike was around ten. There was no difficulty distinguishing between the two boys with Sy being a fair bit taller than Mike. And there was no mistaking that always perfectly ruffled head of hair for anyone else’s.
“I haven’t really thought about what I’m going to do once I graduate.”
“Why not? I’m sure most of the students graduatin’ next summer have already found their future employer.”
“Well, it’s hard to look for a job without knowing where I’m going to live after graduating.”
Jessie frowned, looking at Mike then at Sy. It was the first she had heard that Mike would be moving after graduation but Sy seemed unphased.
“Maybe havin’ a job lined up would fix that. Ya might not have the luxury of being picky. When it’s your first job, ya go where the work is, ya don’t wait until it finds you.”
The oven timer went off, saving Mike from having to come up with an answer to that statement. Seeing that he was a little frazzled, Jessie took Mikey’s hand as Jill, Barbara and Robert stood to help put the finishing touches on their meal.
Sy leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “You didn’t tell her, did you?” he spoke in a low voice, glancing over to make sure his family in the kitchen couldn’t hear.
“Tell me what?”
Mike pulled Jessie into his side, placing a kiss on her temple. “I was going to ask you if you wanted us to get a place together after graduation but Rob let the cat out of the bag before I got anything really figured out.”
“In Baltimore?” Jessie didn’t want to assume anything but Mikey did say he wasn’t sure where he would be living.
“If that’s what you want. Or maybe somewhere a little further south that Sy could call home too.”
Mouth agape, Jessie looked to Sy for confirmation before she allowed herself to get too excited.
“I’ve been tellin’ him that I shouldn’t influence your decision about where to move because I could be shipped out at any time but he’s been pretty insistent that if that was what you wanted, he would do it.”
Mikey stood, holding his hand out to help Jessie from the couch.
“Let’s talk about that later. We still have an entire meal of awkward small talk ahead of us and we need to save our strength.”
Unfortunately, he was only half joking about needing strength. Jessie finished her drink and Sy exchanged her empty cup for a glass of white wine.
Sy’s parents sat on one side of the table with Jessie and Mike across from them. Once again, Sy was the odd one out, sitting at the end of the table across from his aunt. At least Jessie was between him and Mike which allowed Sy to brush their knees together under the table without anyone noticing.
Everyone’s plates were filled and they all eagerly dug into their meal.
“I’m glad we could all be here together, it’s been so long,” Jill said.
“It really has,” Aunt B agreed with a warm smile.
“And I’m really happy you could join us, Jessie. I’ve never had the opportunity to meet any of Mike’s girlfriends.”
“There’s no time to meet them when they change every other week.”
It was the truth but Mrs. Syverson still gave her husband a pointed look. Not everyone could be so lucky as to find the woman they wanted to marry on the first go.
“What about you, honey?” she asked, turning her attention to her son. “Has anyone caught your fancy?”
Sy froze halfway through a bite of turkey, his eyes finding Jessie for all of half a second before fixating on his food again. He took his time swallowing the food, putting a hand on her knee below the table before he answered his mother.
“You could say that.”
“I see the military hasn’t changed ya. It’s still like pullin’ worms, the pair of you,” Mrs. Syverson gestured to both boys with her fork.
“That’s because they got so used to covering for each other whenever they got in trouble,” Mr. Syverson said.
“Thick as thieves those two used to be,” his wife added more lightheartedly. She had a fond smile on her face, as if she was picturing them as two young troublemaking boys again.
They still are, Jessie thought.
“Mike mentioned that he used to spend most of his summers here with Sy.”
“Yes, well, as I’m sure you have guessed, Mike was an energetic little boy. At first we wanted to give Jill some time to breathe but then the boys got so attached to each other that we figured it would keep them both busy through the summer boredom.”
It wasn’t at all hard to imagine that Mike would have been a hard child to care for all alone. Mike had said his teachers wanted him to get checked for ADHD but they hadn’t had the money for the evaluation or for the expensive medication so nothing had ever come of it.
“I missed not having my baby with me but it did give me two months of night shifts every year which helped pay for his first year of college.”
Jill sounded so proud that she had been able to do that for her son. It must have been quite the sacrifice to have to choose between keeping her boy close and helping him pay for his future.
She remembered Mike mentioning that Mr. and Mrs. Syverson had contributed the remaining tuition money from his grandparents’ inheritance.
“So what do you do, dear? Are you in school with Mike?” Mrs. Syverson asked Jessie.
“Not exactly… I’m a double major in English and writing at Loyola university.”
“You live in Maryland?” Jill sounded shocked. At least it helped explain why she hadn’t met Jessie yet. “How did you and Mike even meet?”
“We met at a music festival in Virginia.”
The adults nodded. Well, technically they were all adults but judging by the looks on Mike and Sy’s faces, they felt the same way she did; like they were children sitting at the grown-ups table.
“So you like that headache inducin’ music too, I take it? That I don’t miss hearin’ around the house.”
“Yes, ma’am, I do,” Jessie confirmed with a small laugh.
“So the two of you have been together since July then? Must be getting serious.”
Mike groaned, “Mom, we’ve literally been on like six dates, could you hold off a little before you start picking china patterns?”
Sy struggled to hide his frustration that all the attention was on Mike and Jessie. To him, Jessie was as much his girlfriend as she was Mike’s. Just because he had fucked her in the last six month didn’t mean he was more of a boyfriend than Sy was.
Of course Sy wanted his parents to get to know Jessie. He wanted them to grow to care for her as much as he had, but he wanted them to do so as his girlfriend. He was damn proud to be with her and he didn’t like keeping her a dirty little secret.
He managed to hang on until the empty plates were cleared before he couldn’t take it anymore.
“I’m a little beat from the drive, I think I’ll call it a night.”
A disappointed look fell over Jessie’s face as she gaped up at Sy. He couldn’t bring himself to meet her eye while he moved around to kiss his Mama goodnight. Jessie wasn’t the only one to be disappointed by the situation.
“I think we’ll follow you up,” Mike said, putting his hand on Jessie’s lower back and looking to her for a subtle nod of agreement. “We’ve been awake since way too early. I know where the sheets are, I’ll make up the bed.”
“No need. Mike you are sharin’ with Nathan, Jill is already set up in your room and Jessie will take the second guest bedroom down here.”
“What?” Mike’s head whipped to his uncle as he scoffed. “I’m not fifteen, you can’t tell me that I’m not allowed to share a room with my girlfriend.”
His uncle stayed firm, jabbing his finger down on the table.
“As long as you’re still under my roof, as far as Iʼm concerned, the same rules apply. No girls behind closed doors. I have no intention of watchin’ ya face the same choices my brother did and he was a year older than ya which proves that age has nothing to do with responsibility.”
“Pop—” Sy’s attempt to calmly placate his father was interrupted when Mike hastily stood from his chair.
“Don’t fucking compare me to him!” he growled.
“Mike! Language!”
Mike ignored his mother’s admonishment.
“And what the fuck do you mean having to face the same choice?”
“You know exactly what I mean.”
Jessie didn’t have a clue what was going on beyond the obvious “no sex under my roof” rule and her eyes went back and forth between Mike and his uncle as they stared each other down. Mike never talked about his dad and Jessie had never asked not wanting to reopen old wounds. By the direction of the current conversation, it seemed that her choice had been wise. Beside them, the two other women remained completely silent but Barbara put her hand over Jill’s on her lap.
“It’s nice to see you think so low of me that you actually believe I would hesitate for even a second about what to do.” To the untrained ear, the bite in his words might sound like anger but Jessie knew that was only to mask the hurt he was feeling.
“That’s because no matter how hard I tried, ya still turned out like him! Ya party all the time, you’ve slept with damn near half the girls in Nate’s year—yeah, I know about that—and from last I heard, ya barely show up to enough classes to scrape by. You’re a good kid Mike but ya make stupid decisions. Ya may not like to hear it but you’re just like your dad.”
Sy was furious. His father had gone over the line. Apparently he’d chosen that particular moment to give Mike some tough love. What he didn’t realize was that Jessie was the exact reason why Mike didn’t need that anymore. Mike wanted to be more responsible. He was trying really hard to be the kind of man he thought Jessie deserved. His cousin, who had never earned above a B in his entire academic career, had gotten an A on not one, but two midterms. Sy couldn’t be anything other than proud because he knew how much effort and work had been needed to get those grades.
Now, however, Mike was working hard on maintaining his last shred of self-control. His fists clenched so tightly at his sides that Sy was afraid he might draw his own blood but rather than lash out, Mike stormed out through the back door without another word.
“That was uncalled for,” Jill said quietly.
“You wouldn’t be sayin’ that if ya ended up a grandmother by age forty-five.”
“You don’t know that that would happen.”
“Ya don’t know that it wouldn’t.”
Jessie’s gaze fell to her lap where she was wringing the cloth napkin in her hands. Shame burned at her cheeks. Had she suddenly turned invisible? These people were debating what would happen if Mike got her pregnant as if she wasn’t there to hear it.
“I’m goin’ to go find Mike. Don’t expect any of us back tonight.”
Sy walked around the table, helping Jessie up and leading her towards the mudroom where Mike had escaped. Outside, Mike’s car was gone and that was the last straw. Jessie burst into tears.
“Fuck, Sweetheart, come here.”
Sy pulled Jessie against his chest, holding her close as she sobbed.
“Why did your dad say all those things to Mikey?”
“Because my dad never forgave Chris for abandoning his son. It don’t make anything he said right but in his mind, he was protectin’ ya from goin’ through the same shit aunt Jill did. Neither of us had tried to bring home a girl since we finished high school so I guess we both just assumed that old rule wouldn’t apply anymore.”
“What about you? Why were you so eager to go off to bed?”
With a sigh, he released Jessie, cupping her face so she looked up at him.
“I didn’t think it would be this hard to watch you and Mike together. The best I got in the last six months was a Skype call so I got a little jealous watchin’ him touch ya the way I’ve been wishin’ I could. And I kinda wished that my mama would’ve been tryin’ to get to know ya because she wanted to, not because she was bein’ polite to a guest.”
A wave of guilt washed over Jessie.
“We didn’t mean to make you feel that way. I’m so sorry.”
“I know, Sweetheart. Thank you.”
He pressed a kiss to her forehead then another to her lips.
“What do we do now? Where would he go?”
Sy gave her a small smile, looking every bit as handsome as Jessie remembered in the evening light.
“I already know where he is. For now, we give him a bit of time to cool off, then you go show him that whatever you heard tonight didn’t change what you think of him.” Sy hesitated for a moment. “It didn’t, did it?”
“Of course not!”
“Good.” He gave a determined nod then took Jessie’s hand in his. “Now come on, I need your help with something, then we can go bring Mike home.”
The woods behind the creek hadn’t changed since the last time Mike had been there. It did seem that the newer generations had found a different place to hangout and get drunk because it was devoid of the normal empty beer cans. Or maybe teenagers had gotten better at clearing their trash in the last few years.
A big tree had fallen over years ago and it served as a bridge to cross over the water. It made the hideout more secluded but it was also a bitch to cross once the alcohol hit and everyone had to go home.
The rocks that they used to use to form their fire pit were still there and Mike rearranged them in a circle around the hole in the ground. He cleared the dead leaves and dug it out a little more before collecting some broken tree branches and taking some bark from a nearby Birch.
Building the base of his fire was almost meditative. It gave Mike something to think about besides how horribly dinner had ended. No matter how angry he had been, he shouldn’t have abandoned Jessie there. At least Sy was around to take care of her. Sharing seemed to have some advantages.
Mike took hold of the joint he had placed behind his ear before getting out of the car and lit it, taking a long drag. He held the smoke in his lungs until they burned before slowly letting it out and moving the lighter to the Birch bark. He fed small twigs to the flame, progressively adding bigger wood until he no longer needed to nurture the flame to keep it alight.
“Still a closet pyro I see.”
Mike whipped around at the sound of Sy’s voice. Jessie stood by his side, one hand in his and the other clutching his bicep.
“Are you okay?” she asked even if she knew he wasn’t.
“Don’t worry about it.” Mike turned back towards the fire, finishing off his joint before throwing the butt into the fire.
“Don’t do that,” Jessie pleaded, letting go of Sy to sit beside Mike and resting her head on his shoulder. “Don’t pretend like you aren’t hurt.”
“I’m sorry I bailed. I figured it was better to get out of there before I flipped over a table or something. Aunt B worked hard on her meal and she didn’t deserve for it to be sprayed all over the floor.”
“It’s okay. You don’t need to apologize for leaving. If you need to calm down and clear your head before you can talk things over then that’s what I want you to do.”
“There’s nothing to talk about,” he lied.
“Isn’t there?” Sy challenged, dropping down on Mike’s other side. “I know you, Mike. Fire is what ya do when your thoughts get too loud. So what are they yellin’ about?”
Mike closed his eyes, letting his head fall back. His thoughts were yelling about so many things. Useless, waste of space, unworthy. He was already working through twenty-one years worth of insecurities and twenty-one years worth of hatred and resentment for his father before his uncle said what he’d said.
Mike knew nothing about his dad except for the few breadcrumbs his uncle or his mother had dropped about him over the years which were by no means flattering. Those breadcrumbs could be summarized in three words: girls, drugs, crime.
“Maybe you’re better off with Sy.”
“What?” Sy and Jessie spoke simultaneously but with very different tones. Jessie sounded shocked, looking at Mike with wide eyes. Sy’s voice was a low, angry growl.
“I mean, everything Rob said was true. You deserve better than a fuck up like me.”
“You think that acting like a teenager when you’re in high school makes you a fuck up?” Sy asked, pulling Mike’s attention away from the look of pure hurt on Jessie’s face. “And what makes me more deserving of Jessie than you?”
“You’re the golden boy. Graduated early, free ride to college on a football scholarship, promptly moving up the ranks and now you’re Spec Ops.”
Sy stayed quiet for a long moment, taking in Mike’s words. He’d never known Mike felt that way about him. There might have been a time when they were kids where Mike followed him around trying to be like him but he’d just chalked that up to normal childhood behaviors. He never thought that Mike would be… what? Threatened? Insecure? Jealous? He didn’t really know but that sounded like the kind of conversation the two of them should have on their own.
“I was only the golden boy because I was better at not getting caught.” Sy gently shoved Mike’s head aside, earning him a fleeting smile from the younger man. “You know none of that makes me better than you though, right?”
Mike shrugged as pulled his knees up, wrapping his arms around his legs and clasping his hands together. “Why shouldn’t it?”
“Because you’re your own person with your own skill set. You can’t compare yourself to me and pop should never have compared you to Chris because you’re not him either.”
Jessie nodded emphatically. “He’s right,” she said, putting a hand on Mike’s cheek but he didn’t dare turn his face to look at her.
“I love you both just the way you are, Mikey.”
That caused both men to fix their gaze on Jessie.
“You what?” Mikey spoke almost inaudibly.
Jessie pulled her hand away, scrambling to get her feet under her. “Nothing!”
Mikey didn’t let her escape, instead catching her wrist and drawing her back down to his lap.
“Say it again,” he whispered with his forehead pressed against hers.
Jessie’s breath hitched as she looked into Mike’s vulnerable eyes. She hadn’t meant to pick such a moment to make her admission but he needed to know exactly how she felt.
“I love you, Mike.”
She’d been thinking about it for a little while now but she hadn’t wanted to say it over the phone.
“I love you too, Gorgeous.”
Mike placed a tender kiss on her lips, holding Jessie close to his body. Mike would have loved to stay that way all night but he could sense Sy shifting awkwardly by his side.
He placed one more kiss on Jessie’s cheek before nudging her towards Sy who happily moved her to sit astride his lap.
“It’s okay if you need more time,” Sy said, as if that would make it hurt less if she didn’t say those three little words to him.
Jessie shook her head, wrapping her arms around Sy’s neck. “I don’t. I love you.”
“And I love you, Jessie.”
He took his time as he kissed her, making sure to convey just how much he loved and cared for Jessie.
“As much fun as we had the last time the three of us spent a night outdoors, I think our bed is calling our name.”
“I don’t think I can go back tonight, Sweetcheeks.” Mike didn’t want to make his girlfriend spend the night out in the cold with him but he wasn’t ready to face his uncle and there were no motels within an hour’s drive.
“Hmm… Well, I guess it’s a good thing that Sy and I have a surprise for you, then.”
Mike squinted suspiciously as Jessie and Sy shared a conspiratorial look.
Jessie drove Mike’s car through town, following Sy back to their home for the night. He was uncharacteristically quiet by her side but he kept a hand on her thigh the whole time which helped reassure her that though he was still lost to his thoughts, he was holding on to her rather than pushing her away.
“If the trailer is a-rocking…” Mikey said when the car came to a stop in front of the motorhome.
“Don’t come a-knocking,” Jessie finished. “I thought you might like this. It was Sy’s idea.”
“You know this isn’t much of a step up from the tent, right?”
“It has electricity, a tiny bathroom with running water, a king sized bed… How is it not a step up?”
“Wait seriously? A king bed?”
Jessie smiled, seeing her fun-loving and easygoing boyfriend slowly crawl his way out of the pit his sour mood had thrown him in.
“Come on. Sy’s waiting for us.”
Jessie pushed her door open but Mikey didn’t move. He looked down at his hands, fiddling with his old zippo lighter.
“I was supposed to give you guys a night alone.”
“I’m sure we’ll find a way to make it up to him.”
Mike exhaled a slow breath, nodding once before following Jessie out of the car. After pulling their bags from the trunk, they made their way inside the trailer where Sy had already set out three beers on the dinette table. Sy took both their bags and brought them into the bedroom, while Mike pulled Jessie into his side, kissing her cheek before he guided her to take a seat on one side of the table while he sat on the other.
When Sy returned, he paused for a moment but followed Mike’s lead, sitting beside Jessie who snuggled into his side like a cat.
“How much did you smoke tonight?” he questioned as he studied the younger man.
He assumed by how buzzed Mike looked, that the joint he’d seen him finish was not his first but they’d only left him for forty-five minutes at most—just enough time for them to tow the trailer to the campsit then go find Mike. Sy hoped Mike hadn’t opted for chain smoking as a coping mechanism when he could have talked it out with either him or Jessie.
Mike’s eyelids drooped, partially concealing the redness behind them. “Just one joint.”
Sy was tempted to call bullshit but he didn’t want it to sound like an accusation instead of the concern he actually felt.
Mike seemed to already know what he was thinking though, not needing to hear the words aloud. “I haven’t been smoking much lately. I lost my tolerance,” he shrugged, leaning back into the corner of the bench and throwing his leg over the seat.
Sy suspected—as he did with most other changes in Mike’s life lately—that Jessie was the cause of his reduced consumption.
“So, Nate,” Mike said, changing the subject, “you never told us what you thought of that little early Christmas gift I sent you.”
“Meaning that video? Which I opened in a room filled with senior officers, thanks for the heads up by the way.”
Mikey had the audacity to look smug, causing Sy to roll his eyes while shaking his head. In his defense, he had said that Sy should open it while he was alone. Sy turned his attention to Jessie instead.
“Pink is sexy as hell on you, Sweetheart,” he whispered against her neck as he held her close.
“I’ll have to give you a live show sometime.”
Jessie’s eyes closed, her head tipping to the side to give Sy better access. If the table hadn’t been in the way, he would have pulled her onto his lap as he began kissing down her throat.
“Don’t need anything more than you, right here, to get me hard as fuckin’ steel.”
Mike watched with rapt attention as Sy slowly teased Jessie. His hands roamed over her breasts before moving downwards. Unfortunately, the table obscured his view of what he did once they reached the waistband of her pants but Jessie’s gasp told him all he needed to know.
“Missed that sound. I hear it in my dreams,” he confessed.
“Must make for damn good dreams,” Mike smirked, shifting in his seat.
Jessie’s breath hitched as Sy’s fingers circled her clit over her panties with just enough pressure to work her up without really giving her any satisfaction.
“Why are we talking about dreams when we could all have the real thing right here, right now?”
Neither man argued, moving to stand from the table. Sy pulled Jessie up, revealing her jeans which were wide open and the bright red panties below. Mikey had picked them out before they left but he’d been shooed out of the room before Jessie slipped them on and it had been driving him crazy not knowing how they looked on her and whether she’d worn a matching bra.
Sy tossed Jessie on her stomach on the bed and dexterously stripped her of her skinny jeans. Mike had been right, Jessie’s ass was to die for in those panties. It seemed Sy shared his opinion because he gave her a sharp spank and bit the meat of her juicy ass so hard there was no doubt she’d have a mark afterwards.
Jessie groaned with a mix of pleasure and sweet pain, reaching back to place a hand on Sy’s scruffy cheek. She tried to guide him to her center but instead, he moved away, kissing down the back of her legs. Once he reached one ankle, he flipped her onto her back and kissed back up the other leg.
Mike removed Jessie’s shirt—happy to find that she had indeed worn the matching bra—before settling on the bed with her between his legs and her head on his lap. The position gave him the perfect angle to play with her tits while Sy dragged the naughty red lace down her thighs.
“I’ve waited a long time to do this,” he said almost reverently before burying his head between her legs.
Jessie cried out and the sound made Mikey’s cock jerk in his pants. He reached down, undoing the zipper to relieve some of the pressure. Jessie’s hands frantically pulled at Sy’s shirt until he ripped the thin barrier over his head and his warm skin was bared to her.
Mike kept his eyes on Jessie’s face while she was hypnotized by the sight of Sy tongue fucking her cunt. Mike had always heard the gossip about Sy’s skills but seeing Jessie lost in the pleasure cemented that it wasn’t just a high school rumour. Did she look that blissed out when he was the one going down on her?
As if Jessie could read his thoughts, her hooded gaze found his and she pushed herself up on her elbow while pulling his head down to crush their lips together. The awkward spider-man position didn’t really allow them to deepen the kiss but he felt her feverish need all the same. Her need for him, not just Sy.
Mike moved down the bed, propping Jessie up with her back to his chest. He removed her bra and his shirt, and when she leaned against him again, skin touching skin, she let out a satisfied sigh. It was all too easy now to paint her neck in deep hickeys as he pinched her nipples.
“Think you can take us both tonight, Sweetcheeks?” Mike whispered too low for Sy to hear. He didn’t want to get his hopes up in case Jessie didn’t feel ready yet. Not that Sy would let deception show in front of Jessie—if he felt deception at all.
Jessie gave him an eager nod, earning her an appreciative groan. The bed dipped as Mikey climbed off, moving to riffle through Jessie’s bag. Her head fell to the side, watching him move. Why was it so hot when a man was shirtless with open jeans hanging low on his hips?
Sy curled his fingers into her G spot, pulling Jessie’s focus back to the man feasting between her thighs. They quivered from their position above Sy’s shoulders as her hips bucked upwards. Her hand flew down, cupping the back of his head and holding him in place.
“Right there.”
Sy opened his eyes, watching Jessie’s blissed expression. The hand that held her hips down moved to her breast, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. His own hips moved unconsciously against nothing, his neglected cock desperate for the slightest bit of relief.
“Come for him, Gorgeous. Give him what he wants,” Mike commanded. She could do nothing but comply, coming all over Sy’s face.
She lay boneless as the boys moved around her, stripping off their remaining clothing. Mike tossed the items he’d retrieved from her bag onto the bed before pushing his pants and boxers down.
“I thought you’d gotten an IUD,” Sy commented when he noticed the box of condoms beside Jessie.
“Mikey kept the mandatory condoms rule.”
Sy looked at Mike over his shoulder. The younger man looked almost guilty as he pulled his eyes away.
“You do what you want.”
He might have been satisfied with Jessie being on birth control but he didn’t mind the extra protection. Especially since he knew that the possibility of an unplanned pregnancy was a big sore spot for Mike.
“No, I’m good with that.”
It was almost imperceptible but Mike’s shoulders relaxed at Sy’s words, like all he’d needed was a little validation. It’s not like things would be easier if it were Sy getting Jessie pregnant. What if he got shipped out? It would still be Mike staying behind and taking care of Jessie. There was no doubt in Sy’s mind that that was exactly what Mike would do.
They both stalked towards Jessie, each stretching out on one side of her. Sy took Jessie’s lips while Mike kissed his way from her neck to her breasts. His fingers found her dripping folds, slick from both her earlier release and Sy’s enthusiastic pleasuring.
He gathered some of the moisture before his fingers dipped lower, finding her back entrance. When he gently pushed inside, Jessie gasped into Sy’s mouth. The hand that had been teasing Mike’s nape tightened around his wavy locks and he shifted to study her face for any signs of discomfort.
“Mike? Are ya doin’ what I think you’re doin’?”
The younger man pushed in deeper, looking up at Sy with a smirk when it caused Jessie to moan.
“Since you’ve been stuck with your hand since last summer, you get to choose. You want her hot pussy or her tight ass?”
Sy’s gaze darkened as he realized the implications of the choice being offered to him.
“Is that what you two have been up to while I was away?” he asked Jessie.
“Not yet. You want to be my first?”
The sound that rose from his chest was damn near animalistic. “As appealin’ as that invitation is, that’s not what I was thinkin’ about whenever I had a moment to myself. Besides, it looks like Mike has been doin’ the work, he should get to reap the rewards first.”
“Then get on your back, soldier.”
Amused, Sy did as he was told, laying on his back in the middle of the bed. Mike pulled away long enough for Jessie to straddle Sy’s waist and lock him in a fiery kiss. Jessie was thrilled for her hands to finally roam all over his body. He seemed to have the same idea because Jessie was sure his touch was going to leave its mark.
“This is gonna be cold, sorry.”
Mike was right, the gel was cold from the evening in the trunk of the car but her boyfriend’s hands were warm as he continued to work her open. Below them, Sy blindly reached for a condom, rolling it down his shaft. He placed his tip at her entrance and she eagerly lowered herself down until he was sheathed to the hilt.
It was Mike’s turn to suit up and add a coat of lubricant over the latex.
“Nate, hold her for me.”
For a moment Sy looked unsure, seeking confirmation from Jessie.
“I accidentally jerked forward once and it hurt more than all the other times combined.”
Jessie lowered herself down, bringing her chest flush against Sy’s and busied herself with sucking deep bruises into his collarbone. He wrapped his thick arms around her, holding her in place while the blunt head of Mike’s cock found her entrance.
“Tell Sy your safeword, Sweetcheeks.”
“Homesick,” she whispered, her nose brushing against his ear.
A hopeful warmth bloomed in Sy’s chest. Homesick. The name of the album on which their song was released? At least, what he considered to be their song. They’d never discussed it or anything. Maybe he was reading too much into it, but if he was right, she’d thought about him as much as he’d thought about her.
A hand moved into Jessie’s hair, pulling into a languid kiss. She melted into him and Mike took the opportunity to push inside her.
The first inch was easy enough but when he reached his full girth Jessie’s breath hitched.
“You’re doin’ so well, baby. You tell us when ya wanna keep goin’.”
“I’m good, it’s just… a lot.”
After adding a bit more lube, Mike continued to work his way deeper until he was fully inside Jessie. All three of them were breathing heavily, all three of them feeling like they were on a hairpin trigger.
It took a moment for Jessie to adjust to the feeling of being so completely and utterly filled but she eventually pushed herself up onto her hands and knees.
“Somebody please move.”
After a bit of shifting and adjusting, the three of them found a steady rhythm. Sy would pull out of her pussy as Mike plunged into her ass then they would switch. Together they worked Jessie until she was teetering over the edge but she forced the sensation away. If she was going to come, she wanted to do so as they both exploded inside her.
“Fuck, I can feel you clenching my cock, baby.”
“Are you close, Sweetcheeks? Do you like being full of the both of us? Are you gonna come for us?”
“Oh yeah, she loves it. Can’t you tell by the way her greedy little holes are trying to milk our cocks?”
The dirty talk was going to be the death of her. She couldn’t hold off any longer and she cried out their names as she shook between them. Sy groaned low and guttural while curse after curse fell from Mike’s lips, both of them following her over the edge.
Fingers dug into her hips with a bruising grip. She wasn’t sure if they were Mike or Sy’s or maybe even both. Her eyelids felt too heavy to lift as she melted further into Sy’s chest. The happy little bubble enveloping them was broken when the warm body at her back pulled away, letting the cool air hit her sweat-slicked skin.
Jessie whined, blindly reaching back but Mike was already out of reach.
“Don’t worry gorgeous, I’m just getting something to clean you up.”
Sy wrapped his thick arms around her, smoothing his hand up and down her back while Mike disposed of the condom and cleaned the excess lube from between Jessie’s cheeks. Once he was done, he handed Sy the shirt Jessie wore to bed every night—Sy’s shirt— while he found clean briefs for himself before crawling up the bed and pulling Jessie into his chest. Sy reluctantly sat up, taking his turn and cleaning himself up the same way Mike had.
Just then, Sy’s phone went off, a muffled ringing sounding from the back pocket of his jeans that were still on the floor. Checking the caller ID, Sy paused before sitting on the edge of the bed and accepting the call.
“Hi pop.”
His father ignored the greeting, getting straight to the point. “Telling Mike that he couldn’t sleep in the same room as his girlfriend was not an invitation for you to go off and let them use the trailer.”
“Why not? By your own definition ‘my roof, my rules’.” Sy’s grandparents had left the trailer to him in their will. They knew he liked camping but they figured that he deserved a decent bed instead of the hard ground after so many nights on army bunks.
“And what is your plan, Nathan? Are you just gonna sit outside and listen to them go at it all night?”
Sy’s father was speaking loud enough that the three of them could hear his words clearly. After sharing a silent exchange, Jessie and Mike both nodded at Sy.
“Actually, I’m going to enjoy an evening of catching up with my girl who I haven’t seen in six months.”
“What are you talking about? Are you saying Jessie is your girlfriend not Mikeʼs?”
“No. Mike and I both met Jessie this summer, we both hit it off with her, and we are both dating her.”
“You’re being ridiculous, you can’t both be dating her.”
“We can and we are. Whatever you think of that…” Sy trailed off, looking between Jessie and Mike again. “We both love her. Whatever you think doesnʼt matter and it wonʼt change anything so if you don’t like it, donʼt bother sharinʼ your opinion.”
Syʼs father didn’t say anything for a long time before the dial tone informed Sy that he had hung up.
The silence weighed heavily around the trio until Mikeʼs phone buzzed in his bag. Against his better judgment, Mike picked it up, already knowing it was his mother. Sensing he wouldn’t have the mental clarity to repeat anything important, he answered it on speaker. If she was going to talk about the three of them then the three of them should hear.
“Hi mom.”
“Mike? Mike, where are you?”
He winced at the hint of panic in her voice.
“I’m with Nate and Jessie.” It wasn’t a location but it was as good as she was going to get. If they really wanted to track them down it wouldn’t be all that hard, they didn’t need any help.
She released a relieved sigh. “So they found you then? I wasn’t sure, all I heard from Rob was that Nate said you two were both dating Jessie.”
“They did, and we are.”
“Do you really love her?”
Mike locked eyes with Jessie. “I do.”
“Can you put Jessie on the phone, please?”
Jessie’s eyes went wide, waiting for Mike to tell her what to do. He took the phone off speaker and pushed it towards her.
“Jill?”
“Don’t break his heart, okay?”
Jessie was stunned, almost speechless as she clenched the phone in her hand. “What?”
Jill sniffed on the other end of the line. “If Mike says he loves you then he really means it. I haven’t heard those words from him since he was a kid. Don’t break his heart. You can’t just string him along because you need someone around while Sy is away.”
It would be stupid to make any sort of promise after only a few months. So much was going to change for them in the next year and so much was still uncertain. Despite that, she found herself speaking the words and meaning them with all her heart.
“I won’t,” she vowed.
“Rob is just scared. He loves them both like sons, he doesn’t want to watch another member of his family spiral down the rabbit hole. He’ll calm down. Me and Barbara are going to be at the diner tomorrow at nine. The boys will know the one. You three should join us for breakfast.”
“I’ll tell them.”
With a quick goodbye, Jessie handed the phone back to Mike.
“I think… I think she’s okay with us. Your moms want us to have breakfast with them tomorrow morning.”
“You can’t expect me to be anywhere earlier than noon,” Mike joked, attempting to hide his relief.
“We both know your stomach is going to be growling so loud that we will all be awake by seven,” Jessie teased, nudging Mike with her foot.
“I guess that means you’ll have to give me something to eat to tide me over.”
Jessie bit her bottom lip as her cheeks flushed and her smile grew. Sy drew Jessie back into his side, brushing his thumb over her arm while he placed a kiss to the side of her neck.
“Agreed, he gets cranky when he’s hungry. I should know, I used to have to drive him to the store whenever he had midnight munchies.”
Mike switched off the light and the three of them burrowed under the covers. She nestled into Mike’s chest with Sy pressed against her back and his leg tangled between hers. This felt right. Jessie couldn’t begin to imagine having to choose between the two men. Sy was all rugged and mysterious while Mike was outgoing and playful. They were two puzzle pieces that fit with her so perfectly. She needed both of them. They completed her in different ways and she was not going to let anyone make her feel ashamed of that.
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Six Little Mice
Steve Harrington x Female Reader (Plus the kids!)
Warnings: None. Just some swearing, fluff and lots of kids bantering.
Word Count: 3.1K
Summary: The kids are thrilled when Steve and the reader go on their first date, but out of curiosity and protectiveness of their favorite babysitter, they go on a little spying mission...
A/N: The gif just looks like he’s in parent mode so I had to use it.
The greenery rustled, masking the arguing voices of the group that hid behind it.
“This is stupid,” Mike complained, “Why are we even here?”
“To make sure he doesn’t fuck up,” Dustin replied plainly.
“I think it’s sweet,” Eleven piped in, matter of factly, peering through one of the three pairs of binoculars the kids had in their possession, “She looks pretty.”
“He’s twenty years old, I think he knows how to go on a date,” Will added.
“He’s been on thousands,” came Lucas from behind his own pair of binoculars.
“You’re also forgetting he’s an idiot,” Max deadpanned, snatching the binoculars away from Lucas, failing to remove them from around his neck first.
“Ow! Ouch! Max!” Lucas gasped, trying to keep from choking, “A little help!”
“Sorry,” she muttered, reaching over to remove the band from around his neck, not once removing her gaze from their target.
“Guys, will you just relax?” Dustin sighed, exasperated. He was beginning to realize why Steve was always so exasperated with all of them.
“We’re just here to make sure everything goes okay,” Dustin continued, “You remember how much trouble we went to, to get him to ask her out? It’s honestly a miracle he actually did.”
It was true, just last week the six friends had joined forces with Robin Buckley, not only Steve’s friend, but yours too. She was tired of watching the two of you pine over one another, so when they had presented her with the idea, she was more than happy to help.
Ironically, it was a night much like the one where they had first met you.
The first time the kids met you, it was a traditional movie night between the friend group. Usually, it was the six of them, Steve Harrington and Robin. The duo would bring a movie they’d chosen that day from Family Video and would make a Friday night of it—watching the movie with popcorn and M&Ms, an absolute staple of their movie nights.
Steve had to work late at Family Video—thanks to Keith putting him on the closing shift for the entire week—but he’d been adamant that Robin and the kids still have their weekly movie night. Robin ended up bringing her friend from school, Y/N. You and she hadn’t had the chance to hang out much outside of school and Robin had clearly been excited to introduce you to the rambunctious teens. After that night, you had become an official part of the group.
It had been comical when you and Steve had first met. His friends, knowing him all too well, knew he was smitten at first sight. It wasn’t until later that Robin found out that you too had been harboring a crush on their older friend.
Thus, the plan began to form.
Movie night last weekend happened to fall on another night that Steve was working late at the video rental store. So like the first time you met them, it was just the kids, you and Robin.
Unbeknownst to you at the time, El broke the VCR, wiping the blood from her nose quickly before the evidence had given away what she’d done.
Then, they convinced you it must be the movie. Mike’s VCR in the basement headquarters was brand new after all—it was not, but he needed a new one anyway. Thanks to El, he’d be getting one. Two goals accomplished in one.
Robin, obviously knowing about the tapes since she was an employee, had jumped in noting that people had been having trouble with some of the newer tapes—another fib.
Step three of the plan was to send you to Family Video to return the movie and hopefully pick up another copy, or another movie. At that point it didn’t matter. The goal was for the pining pair to be alone—something that rarely occurred in the group.
They’d all crossed their fingers and hoped as they heard you leave the Wheeler household, VHS in tow, that Steve would finally have the guts to ask you out.
Which is why the kids were now spying on them at the nicest restaurant in town, Enzo’s.
“I can’t believe he brought her here for a first date,” Lucas scoffed.
“What’s wrong with Enzo’s?” Will asked.
“If you want to talk about first dates, Lucas took me to the arcade for our first date,” Max muttered.
“We were twelve. Besides, I thought you had a good time!”
“That’s besides the point,” she dismissed.
“Mike took me to the movies,” El added.
Mike and Lucas shared a bewildered, confused look, as if to say, ‘you try to figure out girls’.
“Nothing is wrong with Enzo’s,” Dustin said.
“It’s just so typical,” Mike shrugged.
“Considering Steve has been on so many dates, he’s probably been everywhere in Hawkins at least half a dozen times…” Will trailed off, reaching for Dustin’s binoculars.
“Enzo’s is romantic,” El said, “I mean look at them, they’re adorable.”
“And he even pulled her chair out for her. You bozos could learn a thing or two about manners from him,” Max chirped.
Fortunately, you and Steve were seated by the window and they all got a great side view of the date.
“I told him not to scare her away,” Dustin mumbled.
“Pretty sure if she’s on a date with him, there’s no chance of that,” Lucas grumbled.
“The point is, he’s a cute idiot,” Max said.
“Wait, you think he’s cute?” Lucas asked.
“Don’t forget that time she stared at him shirtless through the binoculars,” Dustin commented.
As one, Mike’s, El’s and Will’s heads whipped in their direction.
“When was this?” Will asked, clearly amused.
“Last year,” Dustin answered as Max said, “Doesn’t matter.”
El gave Max a bemused look and shrugged.
“I think Steve is cute.”
It’s as if the girls’ revelations flabbergasted the boys beyond words.
“Like a baby duck,” she nodded before glancing at Mike who was just staring at her in confusion, “Don’t worry Mike, I’m dating you, not him.”
“This conversation just keeps getting weirder and weirder,” Will grinned, clearly enjoying this.
“I’m just amazed Steve owns a nice shirt,” Dustin mused, raising his own pair of field glasses to stare at the couple.
“How’s it going?” Mike asked, having given El a turn to stare with his pair.
“The waiter just walked away so I’m assuming they just ordered. Okay, okay now we’ve got action,” Dustin replied, the instrument never leaving his eyes.
“She’s laughing,” Max said, watching as your hair fell into your face a bit as the laughter brightened your expression, “Aww, that’s cute.”
“Steve’s not funny though,” Lucas retorted, then grunted when Max hurled the binoculars into his chest for his turn.
“You’re just bitter from the incident last year,” Max gave him a look, “And that he has more chest hair than you.”
“Don’t get me started,” Dustin grumbled.
“Honestly, I think we’re really gonna need to hear this story when this is over,” Will said.
“The point is,” Max continued, ignoring them, “She’s not laughing cause he’s funny, she’s laughing because he’s cute.”
Four boys stared at her blankly, but El nodded.
“It’s true. Max says a lot of girls giggle around guys they like,” El said.
“And you wonder why boys are constantly confused by the female species,” Mike muttered, earning a hit on the arm from El.
“Guys can we just focus here?” Dustin said, looking back at his group of friends, “Honestly I wish one of us could read lips. I’m dying to know what they’re saying.”
“Y/N’s looking at Steve like he told her she could get free movies for a year,” Lucas said, nose wrinkling in confusion, “I mean he’s cool but not that cool.”
“Honestly it’s like talking to a brick wall with you boys,” Max said, pinching the bridge of her nose, “It’s because she likes him!”
“Thank God. I got exhausted listening to him talk about how amazing Y/N is,” Dustin grumbled, “Not that she isn’t, but I was ready to just ask her out for him myself.”
“You guys are awful,” Will grinned, although he too agreed with the rest.
“Nothing’s exciting happening right now,” Dustin reported, sitting back on his heels, “They’re just talking.”
“Ugh, my foot’s asleep,” Lucas complained.
“My ass is asleep,” Mike whined.
“Then why did you agree to come along?” Max asked them both, stealing the spy gear back from her boyfriend.
“Entertainment purposes,” Mike answered.
“Besides, we do actually hope this date goes well for Steve,” Lucas pointed out, “We all annoy each other half the time, but we do care about him you know.”
“He deserves to be happy,” El said, which the others had to agree with.
“Besides, he’s been a lovesick puppy for months,” Max pointed out, “Did he just kiss her?!”
“What?!”
“Let me see!”
The four boys scrambled for binoculars, anxious to see, only to hear Max’s laughter, soon accompanied by El’s giggling.
After taking a look, they saw you and Steve talking casually while eating your dinners. You tucked a piece of hair behind your ear with one hand while twirling a bite of pasta with the other, nodding at something Steve was saying.
“Looks like you dickheads are more invested in this than you thought,” Max got out between bouts of laughter, “I mean you should’ve seen your faces!”
“He better kiss her,” Dustin muttered.
“Isn’t that bad to do on the first date?” Will asked.
“You sound like you’ve been reading the magazines I borrowed from Max,” El eyed him.
“I did,” he groaned, “I was waiting for Steve to pick us up one day and I was bored.”
“Wait, why is it bad?” Mike asked.
“Apparently it’s not ��proper dating etiquette’ according to teen magazines. Waiting until the second or third date is recommended,” Max explained.
“I didn’t understand anything you just said,” Lucas uttered.
“Yeah, I think it’s a really stupid rule, myself,” Max quipped.
“Besides you kissed Lucas at the Snowball Dance and you hadn’t even really been on a date,” Will pointed out.
“That’s nothing! Mike kissed El practically the moment he met her!” Lucas retorted.
El sighed, rolling her eyes at the usual bickering and turned to Dustin.
“Why should he kiss her, Dustin?”
“Well for one, he spent an hour on his hair before the date. An hour,” Dustin commented, “I don’t remember the last time he spent that long on his hair. I mean, I thought his normal half an hour was bad.”
“Wait, how do you know?” Mike questioned, brow lifted in curiosity.
“Steve called me to help him get ready,” he replied nonchalantly, “It’s a good thing too cause the poor guy was so nervous he almost left without his pants.”
“Well that would be one less step for Y/N,” Max mumbled sarcastically.
“I’m gonna pretend like I never heard you say that, cause ew,” Lucas said.
“Wait, he brushed her hand,” Dustin said, “Okay Steve, that was smooth as fuck, I have to give that to him.”
Steve had brushed your hand that was resting on the table, feigning reaching for another roll from the bread basket set in the middle of the table. At the last moment though, with one slight flick of his wrist, his hand rested atop of yours, fingers sliding underneath your hand to take it into his. He flashed you a small smile causing you to reciprocate it, feeling your cheeks flame.
“Okay that’s so cute, she’s blushing like hell,” Max beamed, looking through lenses.
“We should totally start a matchmaking business,” Dustin said, feeling like a proud parent himself.
“I wonder if they’ll have a second date,” Will thought out loud.
“What’s the dating etiquette on that?” Lucas inquired, looking at the red head next to him.
“How should I know? Our second date was so long ago I barely remember and it definitely didn’t follow whatever advice they offer in magazines.”
“Do you think he’ll pay the bill?” Mike wondered, getting a rare peek since El had been hogging his binoculars.
“Oh, now I know that etiquette on that,” Max said, “The guy always pays.”
“What? How is that fair?” Lucas argued.
“I’d think that’s the polite thing to do,” Will said, looking at Max, “I’m assuming?”
“It depends though,” Mike butted in, “Shouldn’t whoever asks for the date pay?”
“Good point,” Will nodded thoughtfully.
“But I thought that’s just how it’s supposed to be, the guy paying…” El trailed off, half confused, half intrigued by the argument.
“But what if the girl wants to pay?” Lucas added.
“Then she could pay, I guess,” Max shrugged.
“But didn’t you just say—” Lucas started.
“All I gotta say is if Steve is paying, I need to get a job at Family Video if he can afford this,” came Mike’s remark as the others contributed to the argument.
Dustin, meanwhile, had been focusing on the two of you, tuning out the argument. He may not have said it aloud often, but Steve was one of his best friends and he looked up to the older boy. He had obviously noticed his crush on you and of course, given him shit about it. But at the end of the day, he cared about his friend’s wellbeing, just as he knew the other kids around him did.
Steve had spent so much time looking out for them and in their own, mischievous way, this was them looking out from him.
But, by the looks of it, they wouldn’t need to do much protecting as it seemed like the date was going extremely well.
“Guys shut up, I think they’re about to leave!” Dustin exclaimed, seeing the two of you stand, leaving your empty plates behind.
“Can you see how much of a tip he left?” Mike asked El, grunting as he received another hit against the chest from her.
A few minutes later, they saw you and Steve exit the restaurant, heading towards his maroon BMW.
“This is it, Steve,” Dustin mumbled to himself, “Go on. Kiss her.”
They were close enough that the need for the binoculars weren’t completely necessary, so the other kids peeked through the bushes, watching anxiously as well.
The intonation of yours and Steve’s voices floated towards their hiding spot, but they couldn’t make out what was being said. They could however see the million dollar smile on Steve’s face. One they’d seen often when he was with them, but hadn’t seen much at all with girls his own age and it made them all smile at the fact.
“Do you think he’s gonna kiss her?” Will asked, peering at the line of his friends.
“Maybe she’ll surprise him and kiss him,” Max smirked.
“She wants to kiss him, I can tell,” El nodded.
“What? How do you know that?” Mike asked, puzzled.
“She just licked her lips and looked at him,” El responded plainly, like it was the most obvious answer in the world.
“Those fucking magazines, I swear,” Lucas muttered.
“Guys, they’ve gotten closer!” Dustin shouted in as much of a whisper he could.
Max squealed, “His hand is on her cheek!”
“Shh!” Mike hissed, “He’ll hear us!”
Lucas reached over Max, Dustin and El to shove Mike, accidentally shoving Dustin forward in the process.
“Oh fuck,” Dustin said, the binoculars falling from his hands, “Just when it was getting good!”
“Hey!” Mike exclaimed, trying to shove Lucas back.
“Will you two knock it off?” Max said, looking back at them.
“Uh, guys?” Will said, his eyes scanning where you and Steve had been only moments ago.
The group continued arguing and trying to shush one another, Dustin still on the ground reaching for his binoculars.
“Guys? Where’d they go?” Will tried again.
“Hush! You’re going to give us away!” Max hissed.
“Hey shitheads!”
It was the familiar deep voice, that was raised just the slightest that made them all freeze.
“Shit,” Dustin cursed.
They all looked up to see Steve looming above them, staring down at them in the bush, hands on his hips.
“What are you guys doing?” Steve asked, gaze passing over each one of them.
“Uh, felt in the mood for some Italian food?” Dustin offered weakly.
Steve gave him a look, “Really, Henderson?”
“How’d you even know we were here? You were half way across the parking lot!” Lucas exclaimed.
“I heard rustling in the bushes,” Steve said, “I thought it was mice or some shit until I realized these mice had voices.”
He gave them a pointed look, to which they all had the decency to look sheepish.
“We just wanted to know how your date was going,” El offered innocently.
“Yeah! We just wanted to know it went well,” Dustin added.
“So, did you kiss her?” Lucas asked.
“Are you going to ask her on a second date?” Max questioned.
“Is she your girlfriend now?” Mike probed.
“In my defense, this was all Dustin’s idea and they dragged me here,” Will said, earning a well meaning slap upside the head from Lucas.
Steve sighed, his usual exhausted—perhaps tinged with a bit of amusement this time—sigh.
“Go on home guys, I’ll talk to you all later,” he said before turning to head back to his car.
You were sitting in the passenger’s side of Steve’s car, watching Steve in confusion. Across the parking lot, his back towards the car, it looked like he was talking to a bush.
You weren’t exactly sure what had happened. One moment, it seemed like he was about to kiss you, his hand on your cheek and face inching closer towards yours. You were a nanosecond away from your eyes fluttering closed when he spoke.
“Hold on. I’ll be right back. Go ahead and wait for me in the car, okay?”
You were startled and a tad bit wary as you got into the car, sliding into the seat, watching him walk towards the greenery he was now facing. A big part of you really hoped you hadn’t done something to ruin the moment.
You weren’t left to ponder your thoughts too long though because a minute or two later, he was returning to the car, opening the door and sliding in behind the wheel.
“Everything okay?” you asked, hesitantly.
“Yup,” he smiled, looking over at you.
“Were you just talking to a bush?”
He chuckled, taking your chin in his hand before pulling your face towards his in the sweetest kiss you’re sure you’ve ever had.
It wasn’t until you’d parted that he actually answered your question.
“No,” he grinned, “Just six little mice.”
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