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vvampirelust · 5 months

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thinking about hooking up with shane mccutcheon…

warnings: smut, top!shane, fingering (r!receiving), thigh riding (kinda), dirty bathrooms, not proof read

It’s typical.

“Can I bum one?” that gravel-like voice asks the question which started it all. Your eyes flick from your freshly-lit cigarette to her. Holy shit. Instinctive alarm bells blare at the mere sight of her. She was hot. hot . hot. The straight-up definition of heartbreaker right before your eyes. And she had sauntered over to you, with a lilt of allure in her tone and a darkness in her half covered eyes, framed by the shaggy locks both jutting out and poking against her face.

You take a drag yourself whilst digging out the pack from your pocket and handing it over to the strangely attractive stranger. “Thank you,” she nods, “Really. What’s your name?” the stranger asks, taking out a cigarette and pressing the end between her lips. You tell her without a second thought and her expression softens instantly. It’s a well performed move. Almost unnoticeable. That smile is so convincing, it's as if this girl has fallen in love simply by hearing your name. And who knows, maybe she has. At least for the moment. Any other instance and you would have obeyed the waving red flag above her head. But tonight, it seems to be working for you. “That’s very pretty. Suits you” she flirts, trading the pack with your lighter. Skin meets skin for a wavering moment. “I’m Shane.”

Oh, yeah. Even if you wind up as just another name in an endless cycle, you couldn’t find it in you to care.

It's fitting.

The dimly lit, sleazy, bathroom of the bar you were outside. The countless cell phone numbers and names stained on the previously dull walls give a hint into the amount of sins committed inside this bathroom. If only walls could talk.

You hope this sin is cherished.

Shane presses you against the nearest surface found since stumbling through the door. Her hands shamelessly wander your body, running up your back, squeezing your waist, hoisting your thigh up to rest at her hip. “You want this?” she breathes against the corner of your mouth. You nod as you let out a sigh of her name. Sweet on your lips. A hushed secret. Your hands run up Shane’s clothed chest, circling her shoulders on your fingers path into her hair. Shane hums, eyes seeking yours at the call of her name, so attentive in their search of your expression.

“Please kiss me.”

You watch Shane’s mouth curl like the flick of a cat's tail. She’s looking at your own mouth, leaning closer in search of the feeling of your lips. Shane kisses you hungrily, expertly. Her lips are surprisingly soft, and warm suckling on your bottom lip, tongue peeking out, already desperate for more. She wastes no time in sliding her tongue into your mouth, moaning lustfully when you meet her with a fierce passion.

Tongues dance and swap spit as Shane pushes your dress up around your hips, fingers teasingly skimming the skin above your lacy waistband. Your fingers tug on her hair, eliciting more huffs to mould with your breathy whines. “Mm fuck” Shane mutters, saliva connecting your mouths as she tilts her head down; Shane’s eyes dart continuously between your face and her hand sliding into your panties, “You’re so fuckin’ hot, and wet.” She cups your cunt, gasping in unison with you, “S’that for me?”

Your chin dips, burying your face into Shane’s neck. You pepper kisses across her skin, becoming hooked onto her scent while playfully mumbling, “No shit.” In truth, you’re shielding your composure, breath not-so-secretly hitching as Shane’s long, slender finger teases your hole in slow circles, tempting you with the fantasy of her just stuffing you.

Shane doesn’t seem too pleased with your response, chuckling softly, “Oh, is that how it is?” she asks with a layer of sass within her tone. You spot a foxy smirk on her lips, looking up at her with hazy eyes as Shane sinks two fingers into your cunt, cooing “yeah?” her voice rasps in a way that makes your tummy flutter, clenching tightly. And she can feel it.

Hot breath fans over Shane’s neck - casting a shiver down her spine - as you moan loudly, latching your teeth into her as if you were a vampire. She sets off at a relentless pace, finger-fucking you in the bar bathroom the way she’s expected to.

There’s no denying, she knows what she’s doing.

It’s evident in the amount of pleasure pulsing….everywhere. Shane’s hips rut in time with the pace of her thrusts, making the experience that much more overwhelming. Small whines escape as you pant against her neck, tongue lapping in the motions of a french kiss.

The sounds are driving her insane. Shane’s clit throbs in her too tight jeans, out of time with the pulsing of your silky walls around her fingers. Non-stop feeling. Shane huffs, shuffling her feet around yours so that she can rut her crotch against your thigh, allowing her jeans to squeeze her nub perfectly. “Ah- shit!”

As your head falls back, your hand drops down to grope at Shane, cupping where the crease of her ass and her thigh meet. Shane chases you, lips finding yours once again to feel your pathetic moans passing into her mouth. Her thumb is bent at just the right angle in her palm to rub your clit as she curls and pushes her fingers deeper into you. If it causes any discomfort, she shows no sign of it. Too focused on making you reach your peak.

She sucks on your tongue, savouring your taste in her mouth. It's messy. Frantic. Slutty. but it's winding you both up faster than you thought possible. You subconsciously rise onto your tiptoes, tingling from the intense stimulation. “Don’t run, baby,” Shane’s free arm wraps around your waist, holding you close to her, her fingers refusing to give up on that spot inside you.

Shane groans in annoyance when a sharp knock manages to overpower the music and your moans. “Fuck off!” she shouts over her shoulder, head whipping right back to you.

“Y’close, babe?” her tone changes like a switch, throaty coo back in her voice, “Your gettin’ tighter…”

You hate how smug she is. But there’s no shame to admit she’s not wrong. The risk of being caught seemed to set your nerves on override, dialling your body heat to the fullest. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop” you chant, “please. gonna cum, fuck fuck.”

A moan slips from Shane’s mouth into yours, hearing the mix of how wet you sound along with how badly you want release. She’s right there too. Humping herself on your thigh is about to have her making a mess of her cotton panties. Most likely soaked through and through.

“It’s good, yeah? Cum, babe, cum with me,” she mutters out through pleasured grunts, forehead pushing against yours as euphoria threatens to crash into this random room. Shane can feel your slick pooling in her palm and she lets go, cursing huskily and trembling.

Your orgasm causes your body to still, wave after wave of pleasure coursing frantically inside of you. Arms hugging Shane close, you ride out your highs together, panting into one another’s mouths. Speaking in a tongue of lust. Moans passing back and forth, heads growing fuzzier as the music thumps through the walls of the bar.

Shane’s body leans into yours, chin falling to your shoulder as her fingers come to a halt within you. The sudden emptiness is gut wrenching but the constant banging on the bathroom doors offers little time for small talk. “Oh my god,” you breathe out, bursting into laughter with the girl who just made you see stars.

She’s still grinning when she sticks her drenched fingers into her mouth, sucking off your cum. Your own laugh falters, panties feeling impossibly damp impossibly fast. Shane almost snorts, “Don’t look at me like that,” despite her voice sounds serious.

Head cocked to look down at you, Shane’s free hand reaches up to brush your hair back into place. “This was fun,” you say, tugging the hem of your dress down to where it should be.

“Yeah,” Shane nods. She licks her lips as she takes what you guess as her last look at you

“Maybe I’ll see you around.”

ignore me posting this earlier…

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visiocorxarchive · 2 years

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dilfsfordinner · 4 months

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a/n- this fucker is nasty, but my uterus is taking over my brain so idc

warnings- IF YOU DON’T LIKE BLOOD, DON’T READ, PLEASE, fem! bodied reader, period oral sex (fem! receiving), fingering, cramps and talk of periods in general

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Since the torturous days of puberty, every year you had been suffering from the claws of your monthly blood week, your period somehow always finding a new way to piss you off, this time being the fact that you were getting pelted with an endless slew of pitchfork-esque cramps.

A warm bath didn’t help, sitting didn’t help, and somehow, sleeping didn’t either because the pinching twists in your uterus followed you into your dreams as well.

It didn’t matter that it was Saturday, if you couldn’t relax it wasn’t really the weekend. It didn’t help that the sky was gloomy either, clouds blocking the one thing that could possibly lighten your attitude. Toji didn’t seem to notice your very irritated mood, or the countless side-eyes you had been throwing at him since the beginning of the day, he just continued to prep breakfast, seemingly clueless to the war raging in your insides.

Groaning, you threw the heavy, down comforter off of your burning limbs, struggling to the kitchen in a very shaky fashion. You couldn’t even be mad at your man for not noticing, he was caught up in making food for the both of you, and you had to admit, it smelled wonderful.

You seemed to forget that his senses were unnaturally heightened, so dragging your feet and muttering under your breath did very little to conceal your presence, let alone your emotions. Making an effort to wrench the fridge open, you scanned for something sweet, preferably watermelon or something that wouldn’t make you feel like shit after eating, but to no avail, you were left with no fruit finds, a huff leaving you as you placed your hands on your hips, staring at the shelves as if you could make something just magically appear.

Warmth radiated from behind you, strong arms wrapping around your waist as Toji rested his chin on your shoulder, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck. “What’s the matter, pretty,” he murmured, kissing the soft panel of skin beneath your jaw before turning his attention to rubbing soft circles on your waist.

A half-moan, half-sigh was pulled from you, his actions relaxing the tense muscles coiling inside of your lower half, cramps calming briefly at the deep massage his fingers delivered. “My period,” was all you managed to breathe out, trying to appreciate the short-lived relief he gave you, your limbs almost going lax in his hold.

Toji stiffened against your back, his muscles tightening in some protective, almost primal way. He wished he could take your pain, even for a second, because the sight of his love struggling to eat, walk, and even stand for a week of every month was torture in itself.

“Do you want to eat now?” he asked softly, continuing his massage just below your navel. You were actually excited to eat, excited to finally satisfy one kind of abdominal ache, that was until a sharp, stabbing sensation ripped along your lower, left side, most likely caused by the long fingers kneading the muscles there.

Gritting your teeth to prevent a cry, you pushed Toji’s hands away, shrugging out of his hold to stomp back to your bedroom, anger, as irrational and undeserved as it was, fizzling off of you and pointedly toward Toji. Yes, your period made you the “stereotypical”, hormone-crazed, emotional woman, but you had an excuse, you were cursed with some of the most inconvenient pains, which inevitably caused your attitude to turn, well, a little.. sassy.

Toji, however, knew exactly how to quell such sass, as bold as it might seem. So, carefully, he followed behind the angry breadcrumbs of muttered insults you purposely said aloud, to join you in the warmth of your bedroom. There, Toji watched as you plopped on the end of the bed, the action causing your arms to fold over your stomach in pain, curses spewing from you as his presence was accidentally, or maybe, intentionally ignored.

Gathering his courage to approach the beast groaning on the bed, Toji made himself known by pushing open the door, his footsteps light as he made his way over to your hunched figure. Your hands came up to cover your face, a sigh shaking your shoulders as a ticklish sensation enveloped your feet.

There, kneeling before you, was your very caring, very concerned husband, his large hands cradling your feet, the warmth of his palms even hotter than the fluffy, woolen socks that adorned your toes. He didn’t say anything, his face perfectly calm, peaceful in the warm light of the lamps you had placed around the room.

Green eyes came up to meet your hidden gaze, your fingers split just so to peek down at him. “Let me help you,” was all he said, voice hushed, his hands continuing their massage further up your legs, and even then, he never broke eye contact. “Please,” he whispered, those eyes of his so genuinely interested in pleasing you, taking care of you, you couldn’t help but trust him, letting your hands fall away to slowly nod at him.

Humming gratefully, his hands skated up your thighs to grasp the waistband of your pajama pants and undies, fingers teasing the delicate skin of your navel. “Lie back for me,” he murmured, hands still as he awaited your response. Apprehensively, you let yourself sink into the thick blankets beneath you, watching as he lifted your legs to slide your clothes and undergarments off.

“Wait, Toji, I’m-”

“I know,” he hushed you, kissing the inside of your knee before pulling his black sweater over his head, leaving him bare from the waist up. You thought he was trying to get something for himself, but no, he used the sweater for you, one hand lifting both of your legs up so that he could slide the knit material under your bottom. A.. towel of a sort?

Finally realizing what he planned to do, you snapped your thighs closed, huffing to sit up on your elbows, Toji looking up at you with amused eyebrows, his head tilted knowingly. “I’m bleeding,” was what you settled on, surely thinking that that was enough to steer him away from anything remotely sexual.

Toji just looked at you, his gaze not faltering, almost like he was challenging you for a better excuse, “And?”

“It’s gross!”

“No, it’s not. Besides, it’ll help you relax.”

Holding eye contact, he lowered himself to leave a kiss on your ankle, continuing up until his nose nuzzled the top of your thigh. “Trust me,” he whispered, his arms snaking underneath your thighs hesitantly, before he was tugging you to the edge of the bed, the crook of your knees fitting perfectly over the curve of his shoulders.

Biting the inside of your cheek, your eyebrows furrowed, debating letting him have his way with you, a checklist appearing in your head; One, he was clean so there really wasn’t the need to worry about infections or uti’s, especially because he had washed his hands a bunch while making breakfast. Two, he hadn’t eaten so his mouth was clean after recently having brushed. The third was where you really struggled. Did he really want to? Was he really not disgusted by the fact that you were currently leaking blood?

His low eyelids and eager kisses answered your questions enough, the doubts you had disappearing one by one, so with slow movements, you settled back onto the blankets, body relaxing in his hold.

Now, there was no word to describe how good it felt to have “relations” on any regular day, but on your period, it truly felt other worldly. The second Toji’s mouth left a kiss to the curve of your pubic bone, it was like your cramps took it as a sign to stop their infernal pounding, like even they knew what was to come.

Those kisses didn’t stop at the top, oh no, they continued to places much lower. There was a pause in his sweet ministrations before a gentle lick was being delivered up your slit, Toji’s tongue stopping at the top of your crease before he started to suckle the little bud there, your clit wasting no time sending electric bolts of pleasure up your spine.

He continued to suck and suck, circling his tongue, up and down, and side to side all while you shivered in his hold, chest rising and falling faster with the need to pull in air, your hand coming down to rest in his silky hair, inky strands slightly askew from the restless movements you used, your fingers raking through his locks.

It went on like that for what seemed like hours, his tongue pattern routine in your mind. You were so close to falling off the edge, all of your pleasure funneling to one spot in your core before you felt something nudge your entrance. Said “thing” was long and expertly trained on the subject of fingering, Toji’s middle finger pushing into your hole, a breathy sigh of his name leaving your lips.

With the added appendage, the sensations you were feeling increased tenfold, that familiar heartbeat throbbing in your cunt making your hips restless in his hold, Toji never relenting, continuing his strokes added with the plunge of his finger.

Looking down, he was certainly a sight to behold. His eyes were closed, eyebrows drawn together, cheeks flushed a pretty pink, and his lips, his chin- they were red, smeared with a dripping, ruby substance. Humiliation burned throughout your body, your hands about to cover your face before a certain noise stopped you. He had groaned, you realized, and not only that, it had sounded desperate, throaty and utterly him. He really didn’t mind.

A second finger began to push into you, the cold band of his wedding ring entering the warmth of your cunt, two different types of liquids squelching from the curl of his fingers, trickling down the inside of his palm. The skin of your entrance was taut around his fingers with every plunge inside, a pink ring beginning to accumulate at the base of his knuckles, your white liquids mixing with blood to create an interesting mixture of telltale orgasmic signs.

His mouth was messy, tongue delving to tease your hole before licking back up to your clit, his fingers and lips sometimes trading places to stretch your sanity even thinner. You looked so pretty, your nipples peaked under the material of your shirt, your chest heaving, and your face, which was barely visible to him, was cast to the side, eyes closed and mouth open, panting his name and other mindless words he couldn’t focus on enough to decipher.

“Toji, I’m-” you couldn’t even finish your shaky sentence, Toji finding it in him to make sure you finished in the most overwhelming way possible, his strong arms curling around your thighs, anchoring you to his mouth to prevent you from running away.

With a brush against that spongey spot inside of you and a particularly deft suck to your clit, you came with a shudder, your thighs shaking and squeezing him, heart beating so fast it felt like blood was emptying into a hollow place in your head. Easing his fingers out of you, Toji slowly detached his mouth from your cunt, licking his lips, gazing fondly at your very lax limbs and panting chest.

A dip in the mattress told you that he had seated himself next to your spent form, your eyes too tired to actually open and see. The fingers of his clean hand stroked down your cheek- comforting and calm. “How do you feel?” he murmured, fingers continuing their strokes down the side of your face until you opened your eyes.

You hadn’t even realized until he’d brought it up, but the agonizing, devilish cramps you were pelted with before were now reduced to nothing but a dull ache, sharpness and nausea free from the chamber of your insides. “A lot.. better,” your last word was quiet, like you didn’t want to admit that he was right about the whole thing after all.

A teasing flick to your forehead hinted that he knew very well how right he was. “I told you,” Toji grinned, watching as you rolled your eyes playfully, using your jello-like arms to try and push yourself into a seated position.

Being right next to him, you noticed just how dirty you had gotten him. The bottom half of his face was stained red, pinkish lines from your liquids trailing down his jaw and down his neck. Holding a laugh, you gestured to his figure, “You need a wash.”

Moving past him, you bent to pick up your discarded clothing that had been thrown haphazardly in the moment. You should’ve known he was planning something because as soon as you grasped your pants, a slap was delivered to your bum, a gasp coming from your lips as your head whipped to face the culprit, Toji’s arms crossed, eyes looking suspiciously humorous.

Twisting to see what he’d done, the slap he’d delivered had left a handprint, two imprinted fingers stained red on your skin, your previously clean body now sullied by your own blood. Scowling up at him, you watched as he strolled to the bathroom, saying over his shoulder, “Now you do too.”

With a muttered curse, the balled up pants you had in hand somehow made their way soaring across the room to hit the black haired man right to the back of his head. There’s one thing that never changed- if your period wasn’t the one pissing you off, Toji certainly knew how to take up that position.

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#what movie may have caused me to write this i wonder #toji x female reader #toji smut #toji fushiguro smut #toji x reader #toji zenin #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk #period sex #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x fem!reader

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rineptune · 2 months

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what’s left of us.

“wounds like this won’t heal easily, you know?”

“what an obstute observation—“ the hiss that erupts through his gritted teeth, claws gouging on your skin like a vice to keep himself grounded, “my dear. you’re quite the smart cookie, aren’t you?”

“don’t talk to me with that sass, asshole,” you grumbled. “someone definitely placed a stick up your ass during the early extermination—or i might just be the one to do so.”

“oh, i’d love you to try and miserably fail,” alastor smiles tightly.

“with your current state, my chances of winning just toppled over yours.”

“how ambitious, my dear, but you must be aware that even with my current handicap, you are no match for me.”

not being fond of the little exchange he had given, you applied more pressure to the wound—not entirely a wound, but rather a gash he earned from his battle with the first man himself—you’re cleaning, earning a spine-chilling static of sorts that resembled a sharp breath of discomfort from alastor.

his antlers grew, eyes resembling the same ones that stared into yours years ago, outlines of stitches over his mouth glowing to somewhat outshine the dim candle light in your office.

“don’t look at me like that,” you sigh, working your needle and thread over the gash quickly.

you don’t bring up the contract, knowing that what lies beneath the façade he showcases to the underworld is a sinner who almost got killed by something more powerful than him. a sinner that hates the reminder that he’s not as powerful as demons, and he himself made him out to be.

“you aren’t invincible,” you say. “so either you find a back door or you put yourself out of harm’s way.

and loosen up the grip, would you? people might think i’m being abused with how your claws are sinking into my skin.”

alastor doesn’t say anything, and the candle erupts in flames, rippling through your bookshelves, and burning the photo of you and him from way before. when the fire ceases, your indifference to the whole outburst doesn’t affect how you patch him up. finally.

“...what’re you implying, hm?” alastor asks.

“you have to come to terms with the fact that you’re no longer an entity of carnage.”

you stood up, carrying your sewing kit with you.

“what will you live for knowing that you’re not as strong as you used to be? that you humiliated yourself and crawled back here when you specifically told me that you’d rip my head in our next meeting,” you shook your head. “figure your second life out, al.”

those words echo in alastor’s mind, like an endless loop in time, even as he makes his way back to the hotel with his showcasing smile. oh, how he wished he had ended your life right then and there.

but he couldn’t.

#classic ໒꒱ ink #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x y/n #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel angst #alastor x reader #alastor x you #alastor x y/n #alastor angst

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azulsluver · 8 months

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I’m boutta hop on the anons submission on the bully AU, when the MC disappears for two weeks and come backs, they’re all like “yeah, I decide to leave for a bit and spend time with my boyfriend at Royal Sword academy. Sorry for the absence, I couldn’t deny his needs.’’ Just for funnies, just to mess with them for a bit. If they go low, MC goes lower.

Will this damage them for life? No, but will it leave a small burn at least? Yes, at least for a few. Who knows, maybe some will try to get back at you for doing that 🥰

I can definitely see Idia putting a tractor in your phone just in case you try to take off location (maybe he’ll put a few cameras in RSA) Ace, Ruggie, Deuce riddle, Sebek, Kalim calling you a whore for being with another man (They’re heartbroken and sobbing) Malleus, Jamil, Azul, Jack are now uptight abt where you are going, Vil body slamming you for uttering another man’s existence around his god-complex presence, Floyd threatening to break your legs, etc, the list is endless ^ - ^

Jade, Lilia, maybe Leona, maybe Rook, Trey, and cater will purposely hook up with other people right in front of you while simultaneously insulting you (this all fun and games)

escaping will not be so easy, especially with all the eyes watching your every step. Give a small indication that you are gonna try to leave again and they will pounce.

Also, this bring up the other topic abt bully AU, everyone at NRC is a jackass but what about Che’nya and Neige? I’d like to imagine there just as bad, maybe even worse but they deny those accusations bc they’re supposed to be the “handsome knights that save the princess from the ugly monsters.✨’’ what makes it worse tho compared to NRC is everyone believes them, even the Staff. I mean, why shouldn’t they trust the sweetest most beautiful model in the world and a friendly extroverted cat!

just gonna...ramble with you on this yummy take..

tw. bully!characters, yandere, possessive/obsessive behavior, stalking, mild violence, slut shaming, isolation, stockholm syndrome(?).

The energy and guts you must have to pull a petty move by disappearing just to hang out with snotty white uniformed men. It hurts their ego so badly killing you may or may have been an accident.

Sometimes they would have to pull some extreme measures. Say if you left the campus with your phone you’ll be easily tracked down. Or maybe someone from the town saw you and ratted you out. What if you didn’t take your phone?; Idia had already placed a microchip inside your flesh. So there’s a possible chance he can hear every conversation you’re having with whoever you’re talking. Talk about controlling your life to a whole new level.

Sass talking is prohibited, but some love it because it gives them a reason to be violent with you. You have no self respect so why are you prancing and buttering up to these white knights? It’s not a fairy tail that five year old you would dream about, so prepared for any misdeeds. And misdeeds they were right.

You won’t be in a good headspace after fleeing to RSA. It’s all made up in your head that these people are good and can help you get away. But their kind smiles don’t reassure you. How tight their grips on your hands and shoulders are as they beg you to stay in RSA. Their behavior is all too similar to how they treated it, making you miss them. Miss that feeling of sadness being washed by their cruel love. Was it even love?

You’ll come crawling back to them in shame, because you couldn’t face Neige’s fake persona, reminding you too much of Vil. It lacked the genuine charm. Or how Goldy used you for things to get out of, Ace and Deuce were already a handful and it made your head explode. Everything will remind you of them, their hands and words were first to corrupt your own.

Think again about leaving, because you won’t anytime soon. After everyone has come to a conclusion that you need a babysitter 24/7….even during night hours. Until they see improvement will they let the freedom of “peace”. Rare but who are you to complain.

Now Malleus and Kalim are going to be clingier than ever, you’ve unlocked a sense of fear—they don’t wish to be abandoned by you, or the thought of you doing so in general. It’s humiliating and not their style, makes them lack control. Luckily they’re really good at deceiving people, but you’re not off the hook for Sebek. All types of names are thrown at you. Dirty, dirty, filthy you. His yelling is enough to make you cry because you’re convinced it’s true! You are dirty!

Jade and Trey are the first to blow a towel over your form, give you a sense of comfort until it’s ripped away. Can’t you how much they love this person? It can be you if you’ve behaved, but you want to wag your tail like a dog and catch a bone with those RSA students. They’ll bring it up every time you argue with them. They’ve been nothing but loyal and doing what’s best for you. So don’t come crying when another person skimpily leaves their room all satisfied.

Do this type of attic with them and it’s over. Complete isolation. No talking to anyone. Hell you’re gonna be trapped in a cell or room for months and months. Only ever seeing them. Just them entering to give you breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Leaving without a word. Until you fully understand that speaking with any other person can be the downfall of your social life.

More rambles about visiting RSA tho xP

Never ever mention Neige in front of Vil, that’s like a death wish and so so petty move. It hits all the spots including his insecurities and overthinking. He’s done everything to be perfect and you still went to see that twerp!! The audacity!! Swear you’ll be leaving his room all bruised and tired, his magic healing any open wounds but leaving the flesh to swell under your skin. You look awful, ugly even. Epel and Rook will gladly bring you back to Vil if they catch you with Neige or the dwarfs.

Going anywhere under their supervision is impossible, Rook placing his unique magic on you so he knows whether you were lying or not.

My gosh Floyd threatening to break your legs is so silly because he does it on a daily. Stop angering him and maybe it wouldn’t happen (eyeroll emoji..). Even Jamil will break your legs on command, usually he’ll do it when sees fit. Bad dogs get left outside to think about what they’ve done, and yes, they did leave you outside before when it was storming to teach you a lesson.

Thinking bout Azul spewing ink from his lips when angered or stressed out. You’re giving him even whiter hair than he has. Too many people at RSA are pure evil. He doesn’t care about you yet you’re the main problem on why any RSA student can just barge in and ruin everyone’s career. He may be over exaggerating but it’s for a good reason. Azul has made some uh, clients in RSA. He doesn’t wanna ruin it because you can’t seem to keep your emotions in checked, and your legs closed…(omg he didn’t say that stoppp)

Arf arf Leona in his cheating era. What am I saying you guys aren’t even official. No one is. But they still like the thought that you’re basically NRC property until graduation. Even after graduation you’ll be passed like a old toy, forced to be fixed and brought anew until it’s time to switch. Leona is one of the closest people you can go to for comfort, not the best option but not the worst. The reason it’s not the best is his addiction to getting you through jealously. Once Leona understands you have fallen victim to Stockholm syndrome does he bring randoms into his bed. He gives a show of softened you’ll never revive until he’s certain to claim you. But it’ll never happen. Not ever with you.

Lawd did this whole petty stuff start all of this? Yes it did now enjoyz more content.

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worth-the-chaos · 4 months

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

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

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

Word Count: 5.9k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wait, what’s going on?”

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

“What the fuck?!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I didn’t tell her anything either!”

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

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

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

“I want to hear it.”

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

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

“Russian?” Dustin asked, hopeful.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/n?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s right,” Robin defended herself.

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

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

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

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

“Like a super secret spy code.”

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

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

“Exactly!” You and Dustin said in unison.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Will you all just shut up and listen?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

“See anything?” Dustin asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I cracked it,” she smiled.

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

“I cracked the code.”

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Alright, that was one time—“

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

“Listen, that doesn’t count.”

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

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

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

“I need cash.”

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

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

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

“Y/n? What are you doing?” She asked.

“I’m going with you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Steve, shut up and push me!”

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

“Not my feet dumbass; push my ass!”

“What?” Steve asked, confused.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Steve?” You asked hesitantly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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theloveinc · 10 months

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miguel likes being ur bed.. likes the weight of you on him.. likes keepin u safe n sound :3

It's like... Miguel's whole life is spent in one of two places: up on his platform in Spider-Society, or out in Nueva York where he's expected to be the sole protector of thousands of people... running around, fighting, getting beat... etc; both things relatively thankless endeavors in terms of what he should be doing vs. what he actually wants to be doing.

And no matter how sweet the grannies are who wave their handkerchiefs at him, their thank yous don't make up for the way his body aches after long days and even longer nights, or the sass he gets from spider-number-four-hundred-and-whatever complaining about lord knows what.

It's why, YES, he likes your bed! He likes your whole house!! He likes being with you in general, in a quiet, special place that's so different from the one that demands so much from him. It's not just about the protection (though that too, he'd keep you on a baby harness if he could, just to always know you're okay), but the fact that your bedroom is devoid of Lyla's sensors, the orange glow of endless holo-screens... even anything spider related, other than the one little Spiderman plush you bought from a street vendor a long while back; it's blue, chibi suit matching your very own one-and-only's...

...It's like an entirely separate world where nobody can find him. Nothing can interrupt your time together, esp when he's wrapped up in your covers, his watch about as far away as a living room gets from a bedroom, and you're somewhere close by (preferably, in his arms).

It's also just the cutest because he finally acts like the sweet man he is under all that responsibility and angst: getting all fake-grumpy and sassy at you for trying to get him up for dinner only to pull you under the covers with him... giving these big, stubbly smooches that he puts all over your face... and letting his actually goofy side show because he'd do anything to see you smile...

It's almost as if, he realizes eventually, he's found himself a little home in your bedroom.

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justporo · 7 months

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Tavern Talk

I really wanted to write a little something about the companions enjoying a moment of banter at breakfast - so have them complaining about Astarion and Tav not being able to keep their… nightly activities subtle… Spoiler warning!

Pairing: Astarion / GN!Tav

Warning: Talk of sex

(Gif from here!)

The whole party was sitting together eating breakfast in the tavern they stayed in - except, Tav and Astarion sat a few tables away and none of them were really eating. While the vampire and the wood elf were sitting at their small cozy table in the corner being all cute, the rest of the party sat at the big table in the middle and openly stared at the couple - a spoonfull or two even forgotten halfway to its destination.

„I swear to all Gods that will listen that if I have to endure them going at it one more night, I‘m going to kill myself right here, Absolute be damned“, Gale moaned pressing the balls of his hands into his eyesockets. He did indeed look even more tired than usually. Seemingly, the fact that he had one of the two rooms next to the happy couple was to blame.

„I agree, maybe Tav should‘ve taught this wretched vampire to not moan so loudly - even the bard‘s yapping would have been less annoying“, Lae‘zel agreed - she had the other room next to them. She stabbed the fruit on her platter as if she tried to murder it and chewed it angrily. Karlach snorted a little at the githyanki‘s murderous mood while she took a bite of bread.

„Well, if it‘s in his nature to be this vocal than it‘s better to let it out than forcing it down“, Halsin chimed in, a somewhat dreamy look in his eyes while eating another big spoonful of his porridge. He was the only one that wasn‘t really staring at the two other elves.

The druid‘s comment made all heads turn to him for a hot second. „Eww“, Shadowheart made quietly and scrunched up her nose while she kept twirling her sole cup of tea in front of her around.

„Tchk, druid, if you don‘t mind sleeping next to what sounds like a dying owlbear then I‘ll happily swap rooms with you and maybe you can ask to join next time they‘re at it“, Lae‘zel spit towards the towering elven druid.

„That‘s absolutely not what a dying owlbear would sound like“, Halsin answered very matter-of-fact, staring down at the table now with furrowed brows. His pointy ears had turned a telltale shade of light pink.

„You‘re all just jealous“, Karlach entered the conversation. She sat relaxedly on the bench leaning back and crossed her arms over her chest: „Jealous, because they are getting some and we all don‘t.“ „Tss, getting some is not the problem. But you don‘t have to rub it into everyone‘s faces how much amazing sex you‘re having“, Shadowheart responded, nose still scrunched up in disgust.

„So, what I‘m hearing is that you might have a big orgy with an endless amount of lovers in your room every night and none of us would ever know and you would absolutely never sass us about it in your sarcastic little tone you have sometimes“, the wizard replied dryly to Shadowheart‘s remark while raising an eyebrow at the half-elf and gesturing towards her with one hand. „Well, I wouldn‘t tell you, for starters, Gale. Just because you can never keep your mouth shut doesn‘t mean the rest of us can‘t - stop projecting yourself on everybody else.“ That earned Shadowheart snorts and chuckles all around the table - and the wizard did not have a witty reply anymore.

Silence spread through the group. Lae‘zel kept murdering her breakfast, Halsin munched on his food as did Wyll. Karlach kept forgetting to put her bread in her mouth to actually eat it while still throwing glances over to where Tav and Astarion were now holding hands and leaning their heads together like the lovebirds they were. Shadowheart and Gale kept holding on to their hot beverages. Shadowheart usually skipped out on eating for breakfast - and Gale seemed to still fight with being deprived of his beauty sleep.

„But what‘s changed? We all know they fucked before“, Karlach finally broke the silence. The comment earning mumbled approval and more groans around the table („Don‘t remind me, tiefling“, Lae‘zel spat). „They smooch all the damn time in front of everyone and at the most inappropriate times. I mean, it‘s not like they‘re trying to hide anything“, Karlach continued and shrugged. „Yes, by the Gods, I‘d hope they would hide it“, Gale whispered under his breath and stared at the ceiling in desperation.

„I‘d assume what‘s changed is that they‘re both now truly free to choose the one they love and act upon it - without ulterior motives or fear behind it.“ This was the first time Wyll offered any insight on the topic. He had rather politely held his tongue on the matter, not wanting to judge and indulge the gossiping.

„Hmm“, the druid agreed with him and nodded solemnly, „I would think breaking out of your slavery of two hundred years and experiencing real love and genuine connection after that can quite positively turn your world around for the better.“ „Don‘t romanticise that they can‘t be more subtle!“, Shadowheart immediatly exclaimed and crossed her arms over her chest.

„Well, for what it‘s worth I think they deserve to enjoy their love in peace for a bit but if you‘re all so bothered about it, I can go and talk to them about it later“, Wyll offered, completely being the diplomat about the whole thing.

„Chk, warlock, don‘t bother - I feel like these people don‘t want a solution, they‘d rather sit here every morning and gossip and bitch about it“, said Lae‘zel who had finished her food and was now just sitting between the others while brooding.

„I‘m all about handling this like adults“, Gale said and lifted his cup of tea halfway ,“but if they insist behaving like rabbits, we might as well-“

The group never found out what the wizard would have proposed, because he made a sudden jolt and splashed his tea all over himself. Gale squinted through the streams of liquid running down his face and turned around.

Astarion had snuck up on them and kneed Gale in the back, making him spill his drink. Murder twinkled in the vampire‘s red eyes. Karlach and Halsin had broke out into full, body-shaking laughter, even Wyll and Lae‘zel let out a chuckle while Shadowheart just shook her head in disappointment.

„If you keep talking about Tav and me in terms of critters, I will gut you like one, wizard. And that goes for all of you“, Astarion hissed after he had leaned down to Gale who was trying to soak up the spilled beverage with some napkins.

„Please do, if you two keep insisting on being godsdamned lovebirds. You‘d be doing me a favour“, Gale replied. Astarion hissed again - but now with a dirty smirk on his face: „Well, if that‘s the case you‘re also happy to come over and watch next time, bastard.“ „You should clear that with Tav first, Astarion“, Shadowheart added dryly. The round chuckled again and now seemingly relaxed. Astarion still looked ready to spill innards but the tension in his shoulders had loosened a little.

„Yo, Tav“, Karlach shouted over to the elf after she had calmed down a bit from all the laughter „keep your guarddog in check, would ya?“ Then she laughed again. Tav just flipped her off across the room and started laughing as well.

Halsin meanwhile had finished his meal and made to get up. He walked over to Astarion and patted the vampire on the back who winced at first but relaxed quickly again. „Maybe keep it down a little next time, so we can all keep being friends, eh?“, the druid offered in a friendly manner and smiled at the vampire.

Astarion made to protest: „I‘m not your…“ But then he stopped while his gaze wandered over this unlikely party of adventurers and back to Tav as well and realised the druid was right: they were, all of them, his friends.

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