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Wednesday accidentally unlocking a hyde just because she tortures on her playdates

Wednesday said definitely as encouragement

And you cannot change my mind.

It's all in the eye movements. Wednesday either makes intense eye contact or fixes her gaze on a point. I think she might do that when she is uncomfortable, or overwhelmed, but that is not my main point.

They have their little banter about Wednesday not being more-than-friend material, keeping eye contact all the way to the second Tyler says he is tougher, than she thinks. Then something shifts, and She moves first. Well, her eyes anyway. For a second she looks down - maybe at his lips. Tyler moves only after this little indication.

She of course deflects with "You are making a mistake". She even blinks at him, which is rare. And right before she says "Definitely" she drags her eyes down to his lips again. Like, yeah, you are definitely making a mistake, and I'm not going to stop you.

She was encouraging his behavior with words and subtle eye movements. I rest my case.

Tyler: You’re all terrible people. Except you, Wednesday. You’re a saint.

Wednesday:

Ok so part 2 to this post I made yesterday;

Wednesday was supposed to get a ride from Weems the day before the thanksgiving break to the train station in Burlington. Pugsley had gone ahead already but Wednesday needed to tie up loose ends with Ansel Gates and the potentially living Laurel Gates before returning to New Jersey.

It's only when Tyler texts her that morning about getting out of his work shift and offering to drive her himself that she arranges to just say goodbye to Weems at the school entrance instead. She doesn't have to wait long with her backpack to see Tyler drive up and he is smiling. And for not the first time, she ISN'T reminded of Grey despite the familiarity.

Nothing prepares her for Tyler getting the drop on her and knocking her out.

When she comes to, she is hanging from the ceiling for Crackstone's Thrice Damned crypt and the first thing she sees is Grey's dark eyes looking down at her with a smile that looks too soft for the setting.

Some god is playing a cosmic joke because making a hyde with Grey's face steals her heart all over again. It's some god's vengeance on her for making the same hyde use her to resurrect her husband's killer.

Wyler Reincarnation AU ANGST

So I was telling Sparky on the Wyler server an Angsty AU to evermore that was floating in my head:

Wednesday is the reincarnation of Goody Addams and while she doesn't have all of Goody's memories or even powers, she is much more aware of things and remembers most of Goody's life in Jericho. She didn't want to go to nevermore because she doesn't want to confront the metaphorical ghosts there and compare the life Goody had there with what is there now. Nine schools later, her parents are forcing the issue. this time Pugsley goes to nevermore with her as well mid-semester so she isn't just navigating her own entry but also Pugsley's as well. everything is torturous and she has already made two escape attempts only to be caught by various teachers. The Blood Moon isn't scheduled to happen until American Thanksgiving so Wednesday doesn't worry about risking resurrecting Crackstone since she'll be back in NJ with her fam.

It's not until she has her second session with kinbott that she just up and leaves early. She goes to the weathervane and she appears in front of the broken espresso machine but this time she is just as stunned by the person on the other side as Tyler.

Because Tyler looks just like her dead hyde husband, Grey Addams, back in Jericho in 1665.

She muddles through the interaction and they have a chemistry but Tyler definitely doesn't remember anything and she thinks this is a fluke. It was strange enough for her to grow up into a body just like her old one (save for darker hair). She rationalizes that it's improbable that Tyler is the reincarnate of her husband (she checks thoroughly.....). Tyler actually does dream of being Grey Addams but he doesn't remember his dreams at all (until it's too late). Wednesday may not completely be a new girl learning to socialize but Tyler is definitely not the small-town boy that she worries she is using as a replacement for Grey

When Wednesday she meets the hyde in the forest, she is lost. She knows the torture and pain it takes for a hyde to awaken. In Goody's life, it was the loss of their first child that awakened Grey. She tries to see if Tyler is the hyde but something he says throws her off and she starts to look more closely at nevermore. That's when she finds out that hydes were banned 30+ years earlier along with other kinds of outcasts and she is furious.

Tyler is dark here, very much thinks he's playing her (and is actively manipulating her throughout) but is slowly getting frustrated when he realizes she has had a previous relationship and it was serious. At some point, he wonders if she was sent to nevermore because of some Romeo and Juliet situation. After Tyler and Wednesday start officially dating but Wednesday is still hunting the hyde and the master, they have a date where for some unfathomable reason where Tyler asks who her ex was. Wednesday stares at Tyler for a moment and she says "Their name was Grey" Tyler asks if he was an outcast and Wednesday says "He was a Hyde…. they're a kind of shapeshifter like werewolves but no ties to the lunar cycle."

Tyler's blood runs cold.

This is the first time they ever brought up Hydes and it's only later that she brings Nathaniel Faulkner's diary to show Tyler what Hydes are. Tyler doesn't even know what to do when he realizes she has to know what the "bear" in the woods has been the whole time. He realizes even later she has already eliminated him from the list of suspects but the fact she is looking terrifies him.

It's not until Tyler has betrayed Wednesday, kidnapping her the day of the blood moon to sacrifice her that he suddenly can access Grey's memories; previously his Hyde was the part of him that remembered Grey much to his confusion.

Tyler is grieving and angsting throughout because there are so many spectres in his life and it only hurts more when he finally remembers being Grey that he realizes he just sentenced his soulmate to death and helped resurrect the man who killed him in his first life. Crackstone tries to kill Tyler by drowning him after he stabs Wednesday and leaves her bleeding out on the floor of the crypt. They are both rescued by the Nightshades that Wednesday had turned into active informants rather than a teen hangout group.

Wednesday and Tyler defeat Crackstone together but they are still broken. Tyler refuses to be separated from Wednesday after everything but Wednesday is really badly wounded and can't offer any absolution as she slips into a coma.

Also, Garret/Laurel's Dad Ansel is still alive in this AU.

Terrible crack idea, no one look at me: Wednesday actually has a colour allergy and at the Rave'N after being doused in red paint she stops breathing.

Tyler's running outside with her in a bridal carry, Enid actually gets physical with Lucas and his normie friends to force them to admit what they 'laced' the paint with.

I feel at some point, Enid would have to go: "God, this reminds me of Wednesday's joke about her allergies. But seriously way worse." Tyler, crouched over Wednesday who is slowly turning blue under the red paint. "Allergy...joke?"

"OH, oh fuck."

And then she gets hosed down. Plus it's a legitimate explanation for why she got a custom uniform. No school I've ever heard of would allow let alone organise a goth uniform just for aesthetic preference.

OR, when she's arrested the Sheriff puts her in an orange jumpsuit for Father V Son Angst.

Weyler fluff idea: Wednesday doesn’t know how to show Tyler that she wants to hold hands, be kissed etc. And it’s not that Tyler doesn’t want to do that but it’s because he thinks Wednesday doesn’t like it that much but deep down she wants it (he respects her borders)

I had a lot of fun with this one.

It was a beautiful day, cloudy and gray with bits of rain here and there. The rain wasn’t so potent that it soaked clothes and hair, it was a perfect, infrequent sprinkle— Wednesday’s favorite type of weather. 

She and Tyler sat shoulder-to-shoulder beneath a maple tree in the Jericho Cemetery. It had become one of their favorite places to go ever since he brought her to see his mother’s grave. Wednesday loved cemeteries her entire life— especially the family cemetery back home. They were creepy, quiet, and full of history and ghosts. She could always clear her mind among the headstones, new and old, and the smell of mown grass. And she found that dead people made great company.

But right now, her mind was far from clear. It was ruminating over something silly, something she could hardly admit. It clouded her usually confident and logical brain and left her feeling horrendously frail. 

She couldn’t figure out how to hold Tyler’s hand— or really do anything else besides kiss him. It should be easy to do such a thing, all she has to do is grab his hand with hers and the rest should flow from there. But when? How? Can it be too abrupt? What if she takes his hand too roughly? Would it be weird? She didn’t usually care about people’s feelings like she did his— the hold this boy had on her was, at times, incredibly frustrating. 

She still had no idea how she so abruptly kissed him that one time at the Weathervane, it was like some sort of love demon possessed her. Ever since then, when they kissed they leaned in simultaneously. And as strange as it was they’d kissed many times, usually when saying goodbye— but never held hands. Tyler respected her boundaries a little too much for her liking. It was sweet, his gentleness was endearing, but she wished he’d just grab her hand and make it easy, she knew he wanted to.

One time when they were driving in his car, their hands touched. Tyler had his right arm resting on the middle console when Wednesday dropped her pen on the floor of the passenger seat. When she leaned down to grab it she held onto the console for support, placing her hand near his. After leaning back in her seat, she noticed the close proximity of their pinky fingers, her heart jumped. She left her hand there in hopes he’d take the next step, her heart missed another beat when his own hand gravitated towards hers, hovering over it for a split-second— but then he stopped, quickly placing it on the wheel instead. It was terrible, bad terrible. 

Tyler’s voice yanked her from her thoughts, “Are you good? You’re real quiet.”

“Yes, I am fine. I’m just thinking.”

“About?”

What was she supposed to say? “About holding your hand, I’d like to hold your hand.”?? Well, that’s exactly what she’d say, but she couldn’t— it was like her mouth was a venus fly trap, and the words were but a helpless arachnid struggling to escape its marginal spikes. 

Tyler furrowed his brows while she wordlessly stared at him. 

“About… Just about— My homework assignment. I must finish it later.”

“You told me you didn’t have any homework?”

God damnit, Tyler. 

He studied her with his eyes, tilting his head to the side, “You can tell me anything, you know.”

She did know that, although telling him things was something she greatly struggled with. She wasn’t very good at talking about her feelings, in fact she was absolutely horrible at it. She was good at many difficult things— cello, fencing, lock-picking, martial arts, and archery to name a few— but she wasn’t good at being social. She couldn’t even tell her own boyfriend she wanted to hold his hand. Pathetic. 

“I’ve been thinking… That I want… I’d like,” her face felt hot. 

He seemed amused by how flustered she was, a smile was creeping on his lips. She looked down at his hands; large, warm, and resting in his lap. She wanted to grab one— No, she was going to. There was no going back, she’d been staring at them for far too long as Tyler grew increasingly confused. 

Impulsively, she grabbed his wrist, pulling his arm from his lap, and put her palm under his. Just as she hypothesized, the rest of it flowed from there. He chuckled and laced his big, warm fingers through her smaller, colder ones. It felt just as she’d imagined it, but better, his hand enveloped hers like a warm blanket— or, even better, a toasty straight jacket. 

He gently stroked the back of her hand with his thumb, and she gave into her urge to explore the skin of his hand. With her free fingers, she traced his smooth knuckles and a scar on his dorsal side from the fight with Enid months before. His hands were soft but sturdy, there was a mole on the knuckle of his thumb and another on his ring finger, his nails were freshly trimmed. 

“So, this was what you were thinking about?” He smiled cheekily. 

The corners of her lips turned upward a little, “Yes.”

“I would have done this already if I thought you’d like it.”

“You didn’t think I would?”

“No, I’ve been under the impression that you don’t like being touched.”

“I like being touched by you.”

He grinned, “Noted.”

Wednesday leaned further into Tyler, pressing their hips and shoulders firmly together, and rested her head on him. He placed his head atop of hers and gave her hand a squeeze. Soon, the sky darkened as evening approached, so they drove back to Nevermore. 

Before departing to their respective dorms, Wednesday kissed Tyler. For the first time ever, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer. She didn’t understand how kissing felt so drastically better with something as seemingly miniscule as his arms around her back, but it did. The kiss felt much more intimate with their bodies pressed together— she wondered if she closed her eyes long enough if she’d be able to tell where her body ended and his started.

“Keep doing that when we kiss.” She asked when they pulled apart.

“I will.”

Wednesday entered her dorm feeling like a weight was lifted off of her chest. Holding hands was easier than she thought and she felt foolish for being so bent up over it. Her anxiety subsided, she was pleased to find that initiating touch wasn’t so bad at all. Tyler wanted it just as badly as she did. 

And, of course, Enid immediately noticed something was different about Wednesday.

“You’re nearly smiling. What happened?” She blurted out. 

She couldn’t hide anything from that girl.

Enid: Are you the big spoon or the little spoon?

Wednesday: I’m a knife.

Tyler, from across the room: She’s the little spoon.

Galpins finding Wednesday asleep on top of François' open grave. She dug her way down to sleep on top of the casket.

Fierce & Feisty Friday

Cat Scratch Fever

Wednesday (TV), Canon Divergent, Wednesday/Tyler

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It had been a horrible day, anyway, until Wednesday walked through the door.

There was no mistaking her pale skin, sunken eyes always at least partially hidden by a tantalizing fringe, and dark red lips, so plump that his tongue accidentally darted out to sweep over his mouth.  But he almost didn’t see her signature braids, black as natural hair could be, camouflaged against her skin-tight, black vinyl suit, stitched together haphazardly as though it had been patched up after years of wear and tear.  Tyler’s eyes swept down and up her body, slack jawed.  Her skintight suit revealed a much more mature curves than her baggy uniform hid from his view.

“I’ll have a quad,” she said in her usual sour way, but Tyler didn’t quite hear her.  He couldn’t take his eyes away from the perfectly straight ears standing on top of her head.

“I knew I should have taken off this ridiculous costume,” she grumbled.

Enid sulked next to her, and said, “But it’s our team uniform!  And we’re celebrating as a team!”

“I’d rather celebrate with a quad,” she said.  Then she snapped her fingers in front of Tyler's face.  “Tyler?”

“What?  Oh, right.  Sorry.”  Then he stared Wednesday in the eyes, and tilted his head with a smile so subtle that Wednesday didn’t even notice.

“Well, whenever you get a chance, Tyler,” Enid said in a suddenly wispy, flirtatious voice.  Tyler swallowed hard, knowing he’d been found out by someone.  “We’d all like those fancy frozen latte drinks you make.”  

“Actually, the espresso machine is about to die, so I probably won’t be able to make them.”  He shrugged his shoulders, and moved his eyes back to Wednesday.  “Sorry.”

Enid looked at Wednesday, who had never shied away from Tyler that whole time, and sighed.  “You know, it’s almost dinner time, and I think they’re serving steak tartar.  I want to get there a little early so I can get the freshest cut.”  Then she looked around the empty cafe, and said, “Besides, it looks like you’re closing anyway.”  Then she gave Tyler an encouraging glance, and skipped to the door. 

“You coming, Roomie?” she asked for show.

“You go on,” Wednesday said out of the corner of her mouth.  “I'm going to wait for my quad.”

“Suit yourself!” Enid shouted cheerily as she bounded out the door.

Left alone in the cafe, Tyler and Wednesday stared at each other over the machine for an awkward amount of time.

“Well?  My quad?” Wednesday asked impatiently.

He shook his fantasies out of his head, and said, “Oh, right,” and started on her drink.

The machine sputtered and steamed, then completely died.  Tyler tried every button he could, but nothing worked.  Then he smiled weakly at Wednesday, red in the face, and not sure how this could have happened again, right in front of her.

She rolled her eyes and walked around the counter, and fixed it like she had the first time.  “You really need to be more careful with this machine.  It’s sensitive.”

Tyler stood slightly behind her, determined to learn from from her capable hands.  When she turned fast, her vinyl stuck to his cotton, then unstuck with a whoosh like tape being pulled off.

Wednesday put her hand to his chest and roughly shoved him against the wall.

He grunted, though he wished she had pushed him a little harder.  “What was that for?” he asked.

“Did you break that machine so I’d hang back to help you?”

He tilted his head and smiled patiently.  “Do you really think I’d do something like that?”

She placed a sweet kiss on his mouth, which Tyler wasn't even ready for.  She backed away, her eyes appraising every microscopic movement in his face.  She paused at the unmistakable desire clouding his darkened eyes.  He corners of he mouth quirked up, and he tentatively lifted his hands to her waist.

She kissed him again, her lips dancing with his, grasping and pulling a little more each time.  The ache in his groin from the waxy silk reigning over his mouth, and the pressure of her hips kneading into him in rhythm caused his ears to ring and burn, and the only thing he knew was how much more of her he wanted.  

Continue reading at AO3.

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Post your own Fierce & Feisty next Friday!

Tagging @thecassadilla @bad-at-names-and-faces @firawren, but anyone can post a fierce and/or feisty snippet if they like!

Every other person who works at the Weathervane: Fuck. Wednesday’s here. Tyler isn’t going to be useful for shit until she leaves

Tyler: already taking his “break”

he's used to it...

I couldn't help but make these gifs once I saw this scenario

snowdrop, part two

A/N: i stand by what I did. this man picks up everyone under the sun. it's fact. he might be a string bean, but he is a powerful string bean.

gif used in the moodboard is by the always amazing @fightingdragonswithwho

Summary: “It was incredible, even with the rain.”

Warnings: Gideon!daughter!reader, reid wears glasses pre s1 because I said so (at least in this fic), smut, angst, rain, I finally used the classic can you unzip my dress trope, kissing, oral (fem receiving), penetrative sex, creampie, very little dirty talk compared to what I usually write

Word count: 2811

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Part giggle and part shriek, you rushed inside your apartment building with Spencer’s hand clasped tightly in yours.

He had just meant to walk you home after the concert, but the sudden downpour caused you to sprint and not walk it.

“Oh my god,” squeaked out of you as you finally touched dry ground. Looking over at your date, you couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled out. Fully aware that he probably looked like a wet rat about now, he joined in the giggle. 

“What?” he sniggered, wiping his outstretched pointer finger over his rain-dotted glasses, clearing his vision. 

You tried to choke out your answer though the determent laugh, but it was barely comprehensible, “you-… you-… look-…”

Your amusement only strengthened his own, “thanks,” he grinned, as you felt the cold droplets drip from everywhere. The tip of your nose, your hair, even running down your spine. “You look phenomenal too. Water really works for you.”

“Thank you,” you shut your eyes, trying to regain a bit of your composure.

“I had a lot of fun tonight. When you said that you’d planned something, I gotta say I was a bit nervous, but that was amazing.”

“Yeah, well, I remembered you saying that you love Mozart, so I couldn’t stand there and do nothing when the music majors were putting on a concert of no. 21,” you tightened your grip on his hand, not ready for the night to end yet.

“It was incredible,” he smiled, looking at you as if he was attempting to soak in the last bits of joy from this evening, “even with the rain.”

“I, um… Do you wanna come up for a bit? Just to dry off, or I could lend an umbrella or something?” you bit the corner of your lip.

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah,” a sense of relief washed over you, “I mean, I would hate for you to get sick if I could in some way prevent it.”

“Okay, yeah,” he agreed, “you sure it’s okay?”

“Yeah, come on,” you beamed and tugged him up the steep stairs.

“This is it,” you swung open the heavy front door to your dark apartment. Only the faint light from the stormy city outside painted the space with streaks and shadows. Finally letting go of his hand, you went to go turn on a few lamps. Slowly following you inside, he didn’t say anything, just took his time, taking in the space around him. “I’ll go grab a few towels, okay?” you announced as he closed the door behind him and gave you the smallest of nods, affirming your brief absence. 

Moving with haste into the bathroom, you grabbed two towels from the stack in the cabinet. When you returned, you saw him standing over your dining room table, studying the chess board you’d abandoned mid-game.

“Here,” you handed him the pale blue one. 

Only glancing up for a brief moment, ”thanks,” he couldn’t take his eyes off of the wooden board, “I didn’t know you played.” 

“Yeah, I do,” you slowly started sobbing up the excess water from your hair, “my dad taught me.” 

“We should play a game sometime.”

“I would love that, but fair warning, I’m not gonna hold back just because you’re you.”

“Good,” he looked at you with a bright smile, “I wouldn’t want you to.” 

Glancing over his shoulder and out the big window, you asked, “do you maybe wanna just wait it out?” but felt your nose begin to tickle from the cold rain, “it might sto-, achoo, s-stop in a bit,” you sneezed mid-sentence. 

“Sure, if it wouldn’t be too much of a bother,” his head almost followed yours in empathy as you dove into your elbow, sneezing again, “bless you.”

“Wooh, thank you,” you scrunched up your face, hoping that was the last of it. 

“Are you sure you don’t wanna change into some dry clothes? I mean, just, um, you’re cold and that-“

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” you cut off his slight panic from the way his words could be misinterpreted, “I, um, I’ll go do that.”

Walking through the white French doors to your bedroom, you were so used to being on your own that the thought of closing them behind you didn’t even cross your mind. Plopping down the now damp towel on the top of your dresser, you opened up the top drawer and looked inside. 

Slowly peeling off your drenched cardigan, you folded it up and laid it down next to the sage green towel. Left in your soft, sleeveless dress, you felt your wet hair caress your shoulders gently. Remembering the company that you still had, you felt a shiver go down your spine, secretly hoping that his eyes were still trained upon you, enjoying the show, since you’d left him in the eye line of where you stood now. 

Glancing over your shoulder, you saw his gaze hastily find something else to focus on, making you hide a smile. 

“Could you maybe help me with the zipper?” you didn’t need the assistance one bit, but oh how you wanted it. 

“Oh, um, yeah,” he sounded breathy as he rushed to aid you. 

He barely even touched you, just gave the zipper a slow tug, as if your skin was on fire. Maybe there was a point to that. Feeling him this close to you, it was hard to ignore the rumbling flame deep within you.

When it slid down as far as it could go, you felt the air hit your back, but it was more so the soft seeking touch along your spine that made you shiver. 

“Thank you,” you breathed out, holding up the loose dress to still cover you. 

Slowly spinning around, you blinked up into his dark eyes, “you’re welcome,” he nearly whispered, as you watched his chest rise and fall rapidly. 

Adjusting your grip, you let go of the dress with one hand in order to reach up and meet his cheek, lightly bringing him down so that you wouldn’t have to turn into a ballerina. Brushing your lips against his, you felt his fingers find your waist, tightening in the loose cotton draped around it. 

As the kiss turned more heated, so did the touches. His palms slid down your bare back and only paused when they found your backside, grabbing a handful of it as you felt his sigh fan across your face, drawing you in that much closer. 

You let out a low whine as you felt the soft fabric begin to rise, as he gartered it up in his grip. Pulling back, breathlessly, he asked, nudging his nose against yours, not wanting to lose the contact, “is this okay?”

“Yes,” you encouraged, letting go of the dress completely, sending it down your upper body and stopping where his fingers were still entangled in it. Quickly letting go, it dropped to the floor, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, dress now a puddle on the ground.

Standing now only in your undergarments in front of him, it took a moment before he kissed you again, completely entranced by the sight.

“You are so beautiful,” he muttered, as his fingers slowly explored your skin.

Gliding your hands down to the bottom of his sweater, you caught his ogling eyes before tugging it over his head. His skin was warm, oh so warm, like a fire in the middle of a snowstorm. 

Piece by piece, through curious hands and shy compliments, you slowly helped each other undress until you were both left in just your underwear. And like a moth to a flame, you kissed him again, feverishly. 

You were so wound up in it all that you hadn’t even registered the way he backed you up until you bumped into the dresser, successfully slamming the open drawer shut. Pulling back with a small gasp, you giggled lightly.

“Sorry,” he apologised sweetly for his unintentional surge of strength. 

“It’s okay,” you playfully caught his bottom lip between your teeth for a second. 

Gliding his hands down to your hips, he fiddled with the elastic of your waistband. Keeping his eyes glued to yours, he slowly kneeled down before you. “Here,” he took off his glasses and handed them to you. Carefully setting them down on top of the dresser, your breath hitched at the feeling of his breath caressing your inner thighs. 

His palm danced over your lower stomach, swiping his thumb lightly over the wet patch on your panties. 

Becoming impatient, you did the job yourself and pulled your last remaining clothes off, coaxing out a low curse from him. 

“Fuck… look at you…”

“You certainly are,” you exhaled shakily, wanting so desperately to just jump into the jump rope. 

“Can I do more than look?” his hands tried to rest on each side of your hip.

The way that he looked on his knees, ogling up at you, you couldn’t squeeze a single word out, only nod. 

Throwing your head back, you felt him shamelessly touch you, but not with his fingers, no, they were digging into everything he could reach, from your hips to your thighs, but with his mouth, his lips, his nose, his tongue…

Peaking your eyes open, you saw that he was still staring at you, head buried in between your thighs. “Holy fucking shit,” his tongue swept through your folds, nudging his nose against your puffy clit as he moaned, lapping up your abundant arousal.

“Spencer, please,” you fought the way your eyes wanted to roll back as he sucked down hard on your clit, “I wanna come on your cock,” pleadingly clawing for him to get back up, “I can finish on your tongue another day.”

“Promise?” he rose back up, swiping the back of his hand over the now glossy lower half of his face. 

“Yes,” you scurried to tear his underwear off, cock virtually springing out and hitting him in the stomach, “please, I’m on the pill, is it okay with you if we just-“

“Yes,” he breathed out, rutting desperately against your palm as you reached down to touch him. 

You let out a shakily, “o-oh,” as he finally filled you up, stretching you out so good that your bottom lip quivered. He then hiked your left leg up around him, rocking into you with slow, yet hard thrusts.

Both the clattering sound of small knick-knacks rattling on your dresser from the force of his hips, but also the lewd squelching noise of your pussy filled the apartment. 

“You're so fucking wet,” he smiled against your lips.

“Yeah, well, we were just out in the rain, so…” 

“Shut up,” he replied lovingly, giggling as he pressed his lips against yours. 

You felt the weight of your right foot lighten as he half lifted you up off the ground, desperately bouncing you up and down on his warm cock with surprising ease. 

You didn’t care that the knobs on your dresser were digging into your back, all you could focus on was just Spencer. The sloppy, messy kisses, the impossible spots he managed to hit repeatedly, and the beautiful sounds he produced, transporting you to another dimension. 

“Holy shit,” you felt your thighs shake around him as you couldn’t prolong the inevitable end any longer. Somehow noticing, so cued in on you and every little reaction you fed him, he snaked a hand down to rub your clit harshly, “holy shit!”

Burying your face in his shoulder, he practically manhandled you in the last few moments. Only blinking once and somehow you were now lying on the bed, Spencer bent over you, feet still on the ground, pistoling impossibly deep into you.

“Fuck,” he rumbled as you clamped down around him, being the cherry on top of his sunday. 

Panting, it took around a minute before his hips stopped the torturously slow thrusts they kept up, long after the both of you finished.

Like two puzzle pieces, you just stayed there for a while, slowly becoming human again through soft touches and slow kisses.

“Spencer,” you smiled against his lips, “I have to go to the bathroom,” giggling, you tried to wiggle out of his tender hold, “you have to let go of me, I’ll be right back.”

Begrudgingly letting you go, he propped himself up onto his elbow and kept a close eye as you got up. Noticing how his vision caught sight of the load running down your thighs, he bit down on the palm resting against his cheek, just to restrain himself from jumping your bones again. 

Snatching up the robe that was still draped across the messy chair in the corner of your room from your morning shower, you flashed him a cheeky grin before disappearing into your bathroom and leaving him alone.

When you returned, you didn’t find him in your bed, but now partially clothed, glasses back on, standing in front of your bookcase, completely still. 

“Spencer, I know that you love to read, but even now, after that?” you teased, coming up to wrap your arms around his midsection, giving his shoulder blade a small kiss. 

“Who’s that?” he didn’t move you welcome your embrace, just pointed hesitantly at the framed photograph nestled in between a few stacks.

“Oh, that’s my dad,” you smiled at the memories the picture evoked, “he’s actually the one who pulled a few strings and got me the job at the library after he started teaching at the school. I think I was maybe 11 in that picture? It was the first time he took me with him on one of his, as I called it as a kid, bird adventures up in his cabin.”

“That’s your dad?” his tone made you creep around to search his face. 

“Yeah, why?” 

Eyes locked on the photograph, he breathed out, “that's my boss…” 

“What?” 

“That is my boss, that’s who, that’s why I’m at the school, he’s why…” he explained, looking rather dazed, just as you must have. 

“Your name’s-” 

“Spencer Reid,” he filled in, not in the mood for guessing games. 

“You’re doctor Reid? The one that just started?” he nodded, making you feel as if you were losing everything before it had even begun. “Oh my god…” you backed up, “you’re him… I feel like I know you from everything he’s been telling me. I mean, he won't shut up about you,” you slapped yourself mentally for not connecting the dots. 

Your dad had never ever liked any of the people you’d ever dated, so imagine how he’d react if you came strolling up with his co-worker on your arm. 

“It’ll be alright, Y/n,” Spencer said deliberately, “this doesn’t have to change anything.”

Turning your back to Spencer, facing the big window, you closed your eyes and tuned him out as he kept on pleading his case, simply trying to think.

“…I mean,” you started to register his voice once more, “I know he has a gun, but I don’t think he’d actually use it-“ 

“We can’t do this,” you concluded, cutting him off. “I can’t ruin your career before it has even begun.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Spencer,” you slowly turned to face him once more, “how serious do you think people will take you when they find out you’ve been banging the boss's daughter since day one? You think you’ll be treated fairly? Get the same opportunities? They will stop at that fact and think that’s everything to it. Everything to you. They won’t think you worked as hard as you have to get where you are, to them, you simply slept with the right person.”

Tears in his eyes, he tried to reach for your hand, “Y/n… they won’t fixate on something like that-“

“Yes, they will…” you sobbed, “yes they will, because people are dumb and stupid and shallow, so they will, trust me, they will,” you spoke with certainty. Your dad was one of the founding members of the bau, he had raised you to know exactly how human beings ticked. Walking up, you gently grabbed the sides of his face and said, “you deserve everything this world has to offer. You’ve worked so hard to get what you have, don’t let me ruin it all. I care about you too much to stand in your way.”

“Y/n, I lov-,“ but before he could finish the declaration, you shut him up with a teary kiss. 

“Please don’t say it. Please don’t. Just, grab your things and go, try and forget I ever existed-”

“Forget? Y/n, I have an eidetic-“

“Eidetic memory? Yeah, I know. My dad told me.”

The always talkative doctor did say another word, not even a single sound. All you could hear was deafening quiet and the rain, still in a fight with your windows. 

The rain… it didn’t stop.

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snowdrop, part one

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Summary: “Excuse me, do you work here?” 

Warnings: Gideon!daughter!reader, reid wears glasses pre s1 because I said so (at least in this fic), literally just fluff, coffee-based flirting, kissing

Word count: 1908

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“Excuse me, do you work here?” 

You stopped dead in your tracks, book halfway pushed back onto the shelf. Looking over your shoulder, you saw a lanky man with heavy glasses resting on his little nose. 

“I-, yeah,” you quickly spat out, turning to face him completely, “what can I do for you?”

“I was trying to find Chaucer, but I, um, can’t,” he explained, shrugging his brown leather satchel back up into place on his shoulder. 

“Oh, well, let me show you,” you walked around the corner with him in tow, “it’s right over-,” your finger scanned down the dark shelf, but both it and your sentence fell short when you found the designated spot to be empty, “oh, I see why. You must have not been the only one in the medieval mood,” you flashed him a small smile. 

“Seems so,” he said slowly, his eyes taking their time washing over your face. 

“You know what?” you snapped your fingers, “I think there might be a few more down in the archive, but I think they might be the kind that you’re not allowed to take home with you…”

“Oh, yeah, sure,” his face lit up at your words, “I was just gonna read a few right here during my break anyway.”

Your eyebrows shot up, “a few?” Chaucer wasn’t exactly what you would call light reading… 

“Yeah, I, um,” you saw him struggle to figure out how much to explain, “yeah…”

“Alright,” you slowly started making your way in the direction of the front desk and where the staircase to the basement was located, “I will be right back,” you assured him, seeing him flash you a cute tight-lipped smile before he disappeared from your view completely. 

“Good news!” you were still somewhat out of breath from how you’d rushed back up the stairs to see the patiently waiting man again, “I found a copy of The Book of the Duchess!” you held the old book over your head. 

“Perfect!” he looked at you as if you’d just done a magic trick, “thank you so much.”

“Just, doing my job,” you suddenly felt yourself getting nervous under his warm gaze.

“Still,” his hand brushed against yours as you handed him the hardcover, “thank you. I’ve been feeling a little homesick the past few days, so maybe this will do the trick. Thank you, um,” you followed his wandering vision to stare down at your own chest, “I’m sorry,” he blushed, quickly averting his gaze, “I wasn’t looking at your-… I was just trying to see if you were wearing a nametag, which you are not… I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay” you smiled, honestly finding his reaction kinda cute, “my name is Y/n.”

“Y/n,” face still a tomato, he reached out his hand, “I’m Spencer.”

Grabbing it with your own, you couldn’t stop the small giggle that fought to escape your chest, “it’s nice to meet you, Spencer. So, what are you studying?”

“Oh, I’m not a student here,” he let go of your faintly clammy palm, “my boss just teaches here, and I’m still new on the job, so he’s allowed me to shadow him for a while just in the beginning.”

“Really? What do you work-“ your question was cut short as the elderly librarian snapped at you.

“Y/n!” you whipped around to see her holding out the phone to you, the cord no longer curly from how she tried to reach you, “it’s your brother on the line. Says it’s urgent. “

“Oh,” damn your older brother’s timing. Maybe if he’d just given you a bit longer, you would be the one calling about relationship drama and not the other way around, “I’m sorry Spencer, I really need to take that,” maybe Ava had kicked him out again? Not the first time and undoubtedly not the last.

“Yeah, yeah, no, you go,” he rushed out, waving an encouraging hand, “talk to your brother.”

“Okay,” you slowly backed up, “enjoy the book. Hope it works in making you feel a bit more at home.”

“Me too,” he bit down on the corner of his bottom lip in order to restrain his rapidly rising smile, “I’ll see you around, yeah?”

Now around the counter, the other librarian impatiently handed the telephone off to you, “yeah, see you,” and as you raised the phone up to your ear to hear Stephen midsentence, mumbling something, you mouthed Spencer a small bye before finally forcing your eyes off of him and turning your attention elsewhere.

Not a day went by where you didn’t see Spencer. Every break he got, even if it wasn’t a long one, he would spend it in the library. 

He kept on asking you where certain books were, and even though it had to be just poor excuses to talk to you, you still jumped at it every single time, eagerly helping him even if the book was literally right in front of his own nose. Every time he as much as glanced up at you from the pages of the book he was speeding through, you blushed like a little schoolgirl who’d never even been in the same room as a boy. 

One day, after a few weeks of this routine, he’d caught you right before your own break. Maybe you were just feeling confident that day or maybe, time had finally caused you to get over the initial high his presence gave you, nevertheless, you’d asked if he wanted to check out the cafe across campus. 

You’d never been there before, didn’t really know why, maybe it was just that every time you wanted a cup of coffee, you went for the easy, comfortable option and not venture out on some great quest. You had a feeling that he’d understand, so that’s just how you’d worded it, to essentially hold your hand while you checked out a new place. 

Understand he did. Nearly stumbling over his own feet in anticipation.

And that innocent little coffee-based flirting was probably what led to this.  

“Dad, I’m fine, really,” you spoke into the sage green phone and leaned against the front desk, bumping it with your hip softly, “you don’t need to wait for me to get off work.”

“You sure? Because it’s only a few hours.”

“Yeah, you just use that time to go shopping for dinner or something.”

“Alright,” he sighed contently. Even though the reason for your father's leave still weighed heavy on his shoulders, the ample time you suddenly got to spend with him felt like a gift. 

“Oh, and get ready to lose within like six moves tonight,” you smiled, dreaming of the many games of chess you always played when he came over for your weekly dinner. 

“Six?”

“Yeah, well, I learnt from the best,” you sang, turning just in time to see a familiar tall figure move through the library doors. He was balancing two beige to-go coffee cups in his hands and hastily making his way towards you, “hey, I gotta run, okay?”

“Okay, see you tonight,” your father spoke, but his words didn’t really cling to you as all you could focus on was the smile on the fast-approaching man, “I love you, honey.”

“Love you too, dad, bye,” you hung up just in time for Spencer to come to a stop right on the other side of the counter. “Hi,” you felt your heartbeat start to pick up at his sudden presence. 

“Hey,” Spencer beamed, sliding one of the coffee cups over the high desk to you, “here…”

Staring at the paper cup in pure awe for a good while, you blinked up at him again and asked, “is that for me?”

“Yep,” he nodded timidly, taking a small sip of his own. 

“Did you just come here to bring me a cup of coffee?” you picked it up and brought it closer to your smiling lips. 

“No, no, I, um,” he not so subtly scrambled his brain for an excuse, “well, I also wanted to read something…”

“Hm,” you took a sip of the steaming beverage, “good thing you came to a library then.”

“Yeah, right,” he giggled softly, wincing cutely at himself.

“So,” you leaned over the counter, closing in on him, fully aware of just how low cut your shirt of the day was, “what’ll it be today?”

“I, um, uh, m-maybe something on hydrology?” 

“Hydrology?”

“Yeah…”

“Okay, well, if there are any up here, there should be over in 551,” you pointed to the designated section, “but I think that’s the kind of thing we keep mostly down in the archive.”

Biting his bottom lip, he asked softly, “can I come with you?”

“Downstairs?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m not really supposed to bring anyone down there without the proper authorisation…” 

“Right, yeah, sorry,” he glanced down, shaking his head.

Setting down the drink, you grabbed the crammed bundle of keys off the desk, “let’s go.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” you glanced around you to check for the other librarian, “just, don’t bring the coffee,” you snatched it from his fingers and set it down before he could smuggle it with him, “Debby would actually kill me if I allowed food or drinks of any kind down there.” 

Chuckling, he followed your lead, sneaking down the dark staircase you exposed with the click of the lock. 

Switching on the flickering light, you noted how Spencer’s face too lit up from the vision of the hoard of books now at his fingertips. 

“Wow,” he breathed out, moving almost as if the tomes were calling his name. 

“I know,” you followed him as he wandered through the maze-like basement like a kid in a toy shop. 

“How do you not just spend all of your time down here?” he glanced over his shoulder at you, “this is amazing,” he uttered, ghosting his fingers over a few of the delicate spines. 

Fighting to remember the task at hand, you blanked, “I, um, hydrology.”

“Yeah,” it seemed like it took him a second to remember what you were talking about. 

“It should be over here,” you walked past him, deeper down the narrow path. “Here,” your eyes flickered to find the correct Dewey decimal number. “So, um,” your breath got caught in your throat as he stopped close enough for his arm to brush up against yours, “I don’t know, do you just wanna take a look at what there is or-“

Your babbling was cut off as you glanced over, just to gauge his response and was instead greeted by his lips softly pressing up against your own. Your fingers quickly came up to the sides of his neck as you felt your balance begin to sway. 

“Wow,” you breathed out, almost tipping over as he pulled back. 

“Wow?” he misread your stunned expression and started to loosen his grip around your waist. 

“Yeah,” you let a shaky exhale flow from your smile before pulling him down for more. 

“Y/n?” you heard the heavy door creak open, “are you down here?”

Tearing away from each other, you felt a string of saliva snap back against your face, disconnecting you completely. The sound of your co-worker’s voice had been like a smack to the back of your head, “yes?” you squeaked through your swollen lips. 

“We need you back upstairs,” Debby demanded. 

“Yep, yep,” you clasped your palm over Spencer’s lips as soon as you saw them threaten a laugh, “I’ll be right up!”

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the boy - steve harrington

synopsis - in which steve makes it a mission to find out why the group has been ignoring you

pairing - steve harrington x fem!reader 

warning/s - none 

author's note - i saw a few comment about sabrina carpenter's song "because i liked a boy", and yes, i was inspired by that song to make the fanfic. anyways, here's the part two you guys asked for. hope y'all like it !! xx

hii !! i’ve been seeing a few mean comments about nancy, and i know she might be rude in this fanfic, but i will not tolerate nancy slanders.

part 1

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A week after you had confronted Nancy, Steve was getting a bit suspicious as to why the group has been ignoring you. Nobody told him anything, not even you. He needed to get to the bottom of this. 

He picked you up for school this morning, and while you were in the car, he decided to interrogate you. “So, do you have anything you want to tell me babe?” 

“Nope, not at all” you said as you forced a smile onto your face. Steve would be lying if he said he can’t see anything wrong with you, he can practically see right through you even from afar! “Mkay” He smiled back at you. Oh he knew for sure something was wrong. 

–

After he dropped you off, he went to his work and was shocked to see Robin working. Nevertheless, he ignored the reason why she was here and instead focused on his mission to find out what went wrong. 

“Soooo… why are you here?” He teasingly asked Robin, trying to make small talk before getting straight into asking her the question. Robin looked at him with a blank expression on her face “Why do you care, dingus?” before going to the shelves to stack movies.

He then followed her like a lost puppy. “Do you have any plans this weekend?” 

“No” 

“Are you sure? Are you really really sure Robin?” He teased her, and when she turned to look at him, he had a weird smile plastered across his face. “Okay that’s it, what do you want?” 

“Okay, I wanted to ask a question. But don’t be mad when I say it” She looked at him annoyingly as she waited for him to ask the question. “What is going on with you guys and (Y/N)?” 

Robin’s face dropped as she heard the question, “There’s nothing going on between us, okay? You need to let it go” “But–” Steve was interrupted by Robin going into the storage room, slamming the door. He winced, oh boy this would be a long week. 

–

Tuesday finally came, and Steve did his daily routine of fixing his hair and picking and dropping off his girlfriend. As soon as he finished work, he dropped his girlfriend off at her house. This time, he knew who to ask. 

Knock, Knock, Knock

Steve groaned, he’s been knocking for God knows how long. He knocked again, but this time, it was harder than the last few knocks. 

Knock, Knock, Knock

“Jesus, can you wait?” He heard someone mumble from the inside. Finally he thought. 

When the door opened, he was faced with a clearly annoyed Dustin. “What?” Dustin asked with a tone of annoyance in his voice. 

Steve let himself in and waved at Dustin’s mother who was sitting on the couch and made his way to Dustin’s room. “Dude, what do you want?” Dustin asked again. 

“What’s going on?” He said now with his hands on his hip. “What do you mean?” Dustin said, who now had a puzzled look on his face. Steve just stared at him for a few minutes until Dustin finally got the answer. 

“Ok there’s nothing going on between us” 

“But there is” 

“No there isn’t!”

“Yes, there is!” Steve said sternly. “And you will tell me what it is right now. This is (Y/N) we’re talking about. I thought you liked her?” He continued. “I-I do, it’s-I just– it’s very complicated right now” Dustin buried his face in his palm. 

As Dustin sat down, Steve’s face softened at this gesture. He couldn’t stay mad at Dustin no matter how hard he tried. Dustin was practically his child at this point. Sitting down beside him, Steve put his hands on Dustin’s back trying his best to comfort him. 

“Hey, I’m not mad, okay? I just need to know what’s going on between you guys.” He explained softly. Dustin turned to look at him with a specific look on his face that Steve just can’t tell. It’s a look a child gives whenever you’re asking them to pick a side on a divorce. Dustin just couldn’t pick any side. Steve was always there for him, he was like their protector, and he would do anything for them. But so was Nancy, he danced with Dustin when no one else did. He was very confused on whose side to pick. 

“It’s not my position to tell you, and I can’t do it. Maybe someone else from the group, but not me.” Dustin explained. “I can’t do this, Steve,” He added. 

Steve nodded in defeat. He finally let Dustin have his peace, and left the house. But he didn’t give up just yet. 

–

You were studying for a Chemistry test you had for tomorrow when you suddenly heard someone ring your doorbell multiple times. Weird. Who would need you at 9:30 in the evening. Nevertheless, you went downstairs and opened your door. 

Steve was standing outside of your house, holding your favorite snacks. Oh no! I didn’t miss our anniversary, did I? You wondered. 

“Hey, what are you doing here, stranger?” You tried to answer casually. “What, I can’t just visit my beautiful girlfriend?” He said as he leaned in to kiss you. “Of course you can, but not at 9:30 in the evening!” you playfully replied as the two of you made your way to your room. 

Once you were there, you put your stuff away and sat on the bed with Steve. He was still looking at you, but you can see right through him, and instantly knew he either needed something or he needed to apologize. “Okay, what did you do now?” 

Steve put his hands up in the air while saying “Nothing!” repeatedly. You chuckled softly as you kissed him on the lips. When you opened your eyes, he was already looking at you. “That’s it! What do you need?” 

“Wellllll…..” He started as the both of you chuckled, “It’s about the group”. The smile that was once plastered across your face faded as he mentioned the group. 

“What happened to you guys?” 

“Look, it’s nothing. Don’t worry about it” You gave him a fake smile but he didn’t buy it. “Please baby, just tell me. I won’t get mad” He kept on insisting. But you knew that if you told me even the slightest thing, the group would hate you more. 

“Steve, please. Just let it go. You won’t get any information from me” You pleaded with him. He took a deep breath before pressing his lips together. “Fine, let’s just hang out. I missed you” He pouted. 

“You literally just saw me a few hours ago, dumbass!” 

– 

Steve had asked multiple people from the group about the thing with (Y/N), they would either always reply “It’s nothing” or would ignore him as well. He was getting tired of it. 

Just as he was about to give up, Nancy walked up to him. “Hey Steve” she shyly said as he smiled back at her. “So we’re having a movie and game night, I was hoping you would come along?” 

Perfect. All of them in one place, no one can make any excuses from him anymore. “Yes, for sure. Where and what time?” He asked. “Our place at 6:30”

“(Y/N) will like this. I’ll see you guys later” He waved Nancy goodbye as he quickly ran away from her leaving her no room to protest. She sighed, disappointed that (Y/N) will be there. Just when she was about to have Steve all to herself. 

–

When he got home, he dialed his girlfriend telling him about how they’re going to a game night and that she should get ready before 6:30 leaving out the specific details about who’s going to be there and where. 

(Y/N) complied and she got ready. Not long after, Steve finally picked her up. 

He put a blindfold over her eyes, telling her that it’s going to be a surprise for her. In reality, he just didn’t want her to be mad at him.

When they got to the Wheeler’s house, he helped his girlfriend climb out of his car and walked to the front porch. With each step closer, the noises from inside the house got louder. 

Steve knocked at the door, hearing “Just a sec” from the other side. Removing the blindfold from his girlfriend’s eyes before facing a dumbfounded Nancy in front of her. “Hi” (Y/N) said softly. 

“Hi. Come on in” Nancy quietly replied. 

Everybody was talking loudly before you came in but as soon as they saw the both of you together, they quieted down. They all just stared on the floor, not sparing eye contact with you. “Uh, Where’s the bathroom?” you asked Nancy. “Just turn right, it’s the door before the kitchen”

You muttered a quick thanks as you pulled Steve with you. 

“Why didn’t you tell me we were going here?” you whispered to Steve “Because I want you guys to finally make up!” 

“It wasn’t gonna happen anyways!” 

“Why not?” He asked. You closed your eyes as you took a deep breath. “Fine, you wanna know the reason why they’re not talking to me?” 

He started to listen attentively to what you were saying. You explained to him how Nancy still likes him, and how she basically turned them against you because you two were dating. To say Steve was pissed would be an understatement. How could they hate you just because you two were dating? Nancy was practically cheating on him emotionally halfway through their relationship. He had enough. He grabbed you along with him and went to the group. 

Once again, they were talking when you two were gone, but as soon as they saw the both of you, the loud talks became whispers. 

“Hey, hey, hey! Listen up everybody” He shouted, causing them to turn their heads to the two of you. “Whatever crap you guys have against (Y/N), it needs to stop now” 

“The relationship me and Nancy had was never sincere, it wouldn’t have worked out anyways! You were cheating on me emotionally with Jonathan while we were still together. So why now? Why are you mad at me for moving on? I accepted you and Jonathan together, you should do the same with me” He pointed at Nancy. 

“She has done so much for you guys, and this is how you repay her?” He asked as their eyes were glued to the floor, unable to look at him directly in his eye. 

“She helped you with Suzie when you guys were fighting,” He told Dustin. “She helped you and Max reconcile your relationship with each other” He looked at Lucas. 

“She didn’t want to leave you alone because she was scared that Vecna might get to you if we did leave you alone” He pointed at Max. “She talked to Vickie for you!” He told Robin. 

“And you, she was kind to you! She dialed Jonathan too many times. It was up to the point where he was annoyed at her just for him to talk to you” He ranted. 

“I don’t know why you guys even did that to her, but I don’t appreciate it.” His hand was now resting on his hip, you tried to hide a smile. Even though the situation was serious, you still can’t help but find this entertaining. He was like a father who was scolding his children for doing something wrong. This was one of the reasons why you fell in love with him. 

“I love (Y/N), she’s my soulmate and my other half. She’s the only one who I really got to be comfortable with. You have to stop treating her like this, she did nothing wrong. If you can’t accept our relationship, then you’ll have to lose me too” He said as he grabbed your hand while heading for the front door. 

“Wait!” you heard a voice say, you turned around to see Robin in front of you with a guilty look on her face. “I’m really sorry (Y/N)” she apologized as she hugged you. Soon, all of them apologized as well. 

The night was spent well, and all of you finally got back to normal again. You looked at Steve and thought “How did I get so lucky?”

Your friends had hated you all because you liked a boy. But you realized, he was not just a boy, he was your soulmate, the love of your life, and the man who you’re most likely going to marry. 

He risked his friendship with those people just for you. In the end, it was worth it. If this boy can risk anything for you, then so can you. You knew from this moment on that your life would change.

And it was all because you liked this boy. 

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all because i liked a boy - steve harrington

synopsis: nancy is steve’s ex who is closer to the group than you are. when you start dating steve, they all start to be cold and harsh to you. 

pairing - steve harrington x reader

warning/s - angst, the group being mean towards you

author’s note - there’s definitely a part two to this don’t you worry

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Nancy has always been the mother of the group. She has been through a lot with them, and has protected them from all the troubles they’ve been through. During the problems they had with Vecna, it’s no secret she has been starting to develop feelings for Steve, again. 

You were only a part of the group for not that long. When they needed your help, you gladly gave it to them, and in the process of defeating Vecna, you and Steve fell for each other. So, when he asked you out, you accepted. Not long after, you two had started dating. 

–

The only peaceful time at Hawkins was during mornings. No shouting, no nosy neighbors, just peace. Making a cup of coffee before starting the day became a part of your daily routine. As you got ready to go outside, you saw Steve pulling in your driveway. 

“Hey, what are you doing here?” You smiled as Steve pulled you in for a kiss. 

“Why? Is it wrong to pick up my beautiful girlfriend?” He pulled you in for another kiss as you chuckled. You definitely got lucky with Steve. He’s everything you need in a man, someone who’s caring, and sweet, I’m talking like flowers everyday type of man. He was perfect. 

When you both got in the car, you started jamming to your favorite songs on the way to school. As he dropped you off, you both shared a passionate kiss. 

“Alright, I’ll see you later babe. Love you!” He blew you a kiss as he drove off 

“Love you too!” You replied as you were waving at him. 

What you guys didn’t know was that someone else was watching. 

– 

As you were walking along the hallways, you stumbled across Robin whom you waved at. She just glared at you in reply. Weird. She’s not usually like this. Figuring that maybe she was just in a bad mood or was having a bad day, you shrugged it off. 

During lunch, you usually sat with Robin and Nancy. However, when you noticed they weren’t there, you just sat with your other friends. That was interesting, you thought. Maybe it was just a coincidence, paying no attention to it at all, you decided to shrug it off again. 

After school, your day just got weirder, when you tried to talk to Max, it seemed as if she was in a hurry. You kept on asking if something was wrong, yet she just kept on insisting that she had something important to do. 

“Hey Max!” you said with a smile

“Hey” she muttered as she hurriedly put her stuff away in her locker before going in the other direction. 

“Max! Is something wrong?” You said with a worried look plastered on your face. She nodded as she continued to run away from you. What was going on?

– 

Worried that something wrong happened, you went to Dustin’s house hoping to get an answer. He was smiling when you saw him but as soon as he saw you at the door, it was quickly replaced with a frown. 

“Ok that’s it! What is going on? Why is everybody being rude to me today?” You said as you furrowed your eyebrows. Dustin sighed. 

“(Y/N), look it’s not your fault” He said trying to make you feel better. 

“Not my fault? Everybody just seems so off today!” you ranted. “Everybody seems to be in a good mood but as soon as they see me, they instantly either avoid me or ignore me” you continued. 

Dustin just looked at you with a look on his face, it was as if he was disappointed in you and mad. “I’m sure you did nothing wrong, m-maybe everyone just had a bad day..?” He said trying to make an excuse. But you knew something was wrong. You noticed he stuttered, and he tends to do that a lot whenever he’s lying. Dustin is a bad liar. 

You sighed, not wanting to fight him. “Look, just at least give me a hint of what I did”

“You just– you hurt one of us okay? And she’s someone very important” 

“And I’m not? How am I supposed to know if you don’t tell me?” You replied. He sighed once again. You were itching to find out what was going on. 

“Fine, just talk to Nancy or something ok?” He said as you nodded, and he closed the door clearly not wanting to speak to you anymore. 

So, you went to bed that night thinking what you did wrong. Retracing your steps from the moment you woke up even up to the day before. I don’t get it you wondered, you were all fine the day before, all of you were even laughing and planning to hang out. What had gone wrong?

–

The next morning, you woke up really early to go confront Nancy. And when you got to her house, she had a big smile plastered across her face which seemed to fade as soon as she saw you. A simple “Oh” coming out of her mouth. 

“Hi” you gave her a small smile. She greeted you “Hi” back but her eyes were glued on the floor. 

“Nancy, come on, talk to me. What did I do wrong to you?” You grabbed her shoulders forcing her to look at you. 

“It’s nothing, okay?” She tried to explain. “No it's not okay! Everyone has been very cold and distant towards me which is very rude and you gave me no explanation at all on what I did” you ranted. 

For a second, she seemed to hesitate on what to say, but soon, everything poured out of her mouth. 

“You wanna know what you did? You’re dating Steve.” She said, you were confused, you knew they dated but why was she so affected by you dating him. I mean, she was already dating Jonathan so you thought it would be okay with her. 

“What’s wrong with me dating Steve?” you asked confusedly, she took a deep breath before starting to talk again. “You’re supposed to follow the principles of best friends. He’s my ex and you know the rule about not dating your best friend’s ex” she replied. 

“But you’re with Jonathan, I thought it would be ok with you” 

“It’s not okay? Just because I’m with Jonathan doesn’t make it okay.” 

“You were barely even dating Steve, you were in love with Jonathan halfway through your relationship with him” you said. You finally put the pieces together. Her staring at Steve at the lake, her flirting with him whenever he got the chance, her being rude to Robin when they first met because she thought Robin and Steve were dating. It finally made sense, Nancy still likes Steve. 

“You still like him don’t you?” you said as you looked at her. Her eyes went directly to the floor as you said that. And when she turned to look at you, it was a look that a child would give you if they were guilty about something. She still liked him. 

Walking away from her house, you continued walking and was lost in your thoughts. Why were they mad? You can’t control who you love. You felt betrayed, as if someone had ripped your heart from inside you. You felt horrible. Now you know that if you and Nancy ever fought again, they would always choose her side. 

Your friends hated you and shunned you all day because of your relationship with Steve. The thought couldn’t help but make you scoff. It’s so stupid, all of it. 

They’re mad at you all because you liked a boy. 

Season 2, Episode 5

Killian: *is tied to a tree, ogres are coming*

Killian: Alright, love, I didn't want to have to do this, but you leave me no choice. Here comes the smolder.

Emma:

Killian: This is kind of an off day for me; this doesn't usually happen.

III. golden hour

tried something a bit different

a/n: i want to clarify shortly that reader did survive, just isn't awake in this fic heh. sorry lovelies. lov ya.

request: Steve x reader where reader gets hurt badly by the demobats instead of eddie and Steve is trying to keep her alive. Angst but fluffy end where reader ends up surviving |PART TWO!|

warnings: little women spoilers lol, st vol. 2 spoilers ig, fluff and lil angst

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader (established relationship)

w/c: 1.5k

read part one here!

the room was white. too white.

steve had memorized it all by now, anyway. the white walls, white bedsheets, white tiles that built the floor, and the white, blinding, sickening lights.

the cold tones matched your skin, pale and just a tiny hue of pink covering your cheeks, assuring him that yes, you were alive, and yes, you did survive.

the room wasn't by any means homey. it was cold, with no windows except the one that let anyone outside in the hall watch into the intimacy of what was supposed to be a private room for you, where you could heal peacefully and without the eyes of anyone that'd want to look into the vulnerability of either you or steve.

the beeping sound of the machine beside you was far too familiar to steve— a sound he'd hear the entire time he was awake, and in his dreams, too.

he'd be visiting you all day long, everyday. he'd look at you, enjoying the way your features seemed so relax and trying to ignore the reason why this was like that was because you hadn't woken up since that day.

he'd read your favourite book, the same one you'd read to him on his bed, after fighting monsters and getting a new trauma to add to the list, while stroking his head and letting the sweet and steady sound of your heartbeat lull him to sleep.

"beth dies?!", he'd cry. "are you fucking kidding me?! she was my favourite one!" he'd always fall asleep before you got to read the sister's death to him. also, steve would know you'd argue with him about amy being the best character. "and from scarlet fever?! who dies from fucking scarlet fever?!" he'd complain. he'd also know you'd answer him something snarky. "she did, steve. along with thousands of people in fucking 1860s," he'd almost be able hear your voice.

he'd bring his walkman along, making a quick turn to the music store before driving to the hospital to buy the newest fleetwood mac album, then spending those rare nights he'd sleep at his house making you a cassette with all the songs so you'd be able to listen to it through his walkman— he'd put the headphones over yout head and let you listen to the entire album.

"s'cool, isn't it?" he'd sway his head to the song. "yeah, i listened to it on the radio the other day. figured you'd like this one the most," he'd say. "i'm still unable to understand your obsession with what's-his-name. is it because he has blue eyes? it is, isn't it?"

"does it mean you don't like my eyes, though?" he'd almost pout at the thought. his eyes were your favourite, and he knew it. him doubting it was only part of his dramatic antics. "babe?" he'd call, waiting for a response and sighing sadly when he wouldn't get any.

he'd also bring food for him and eat it next to you, talking about work, about the kids.

"max is doing so much better, too," he'd say, mouth full of chinese food, and he'd chew loudly— something you absolutely hated, but you weren't really awake to scold him, so he'd do it, anyway. either way, he'd try to annoy you even when you were phisically unable to annoy him back (all out of love, though). "her vision is getting better. it's still blurry, though. she complains about it a lot. but, hey, s'better than nothin', right?" he'd continue chewing. "doctors said she was probably never going to be able to see again. so, her actually seeing is huge."

"how's dustin doing?" he'd ask, as if he were repeating whatever you'd asked him. he'd sigh. "not so good. little dude's been in his room a lot. won't let any of us in," with a shake of his head, steve would continue. "i tried talking to him. hoped he'd open up a lil, y'know? and, i don' know. i miss him, too. he's my little brother."

then, at night, he'd bring the little sofa closer to your bed, grab your hand and rest his head on the mattress, so he was still looking at you while playing with your fingers. "i talked to your mom this morning." he'd confess. "she invited me over for breakfast, asked how i was doing."

then, when the hospital was quieter and dark from the lack of light outside, everyone sleeping when he should be, too, he'd let the emotions come in— a few tears falling from his eyes and a few quiet sobs shaking his body. "she's great. she— she misses you so much, baby," steve would wipe a tear away. "i don't think she's given up. i don't think she'll ever give up on you. i won't, either."

"you will wake up, sweetheart. i promise you you'll wake up."

and steve didn't believe in any god. but, that night, and every other night, steve would pray.

he'd pray for your eyes to open, pray to see the life in your eyes again. he'd pray to have those precious moments with you again, with you scolding him for chewing too loudly or talking with a mouthful. he'd pray to hear you comfort dustin and be there for max while she got her vision back. he'd just know dustin would open up as soon as he heard it was you on the other side of his door. because it was you. and you always made everything better.

and later, when the clock almost struck the early hours in the morning, sleep almost consuming his own figure, but his fingers still playing with yours, he'd ever so softly hum to your favourite song. the song you'd both dance to in his kitchen when his parents weren't around, when he'd cook you breakfast and you were fine and beautiful and awake. the song you'd listen to in the car, the windows down and the soft sway of your head to the beat of the music, and steve would have to make himself look forward before he got into a crash because he was too busy staring at you.

in the morning, he'd say good morning and tell you about his dream. his dreams and yours were always so crazy. you'd tell him it probably had to do with what you went through— traumas related to russians, monsters with heads similar to flowers but with teeth, gigantic spiders that controlled minds and a psicopath from another dimension that killed teens.

he'd only say he was glad they, at least, were dreams. it was your routine: you'd wake up next to each other, cuddling for a few minutes and talking about whatever crazy dream you had had while he played with your hair and you laid on his chest, legs interwined and sould that matched.

the mornings at the hospital, he'd quickly tell you his dream while eating the extra pudding the nurse secretly braught him, kiss your head and head off to work, working only one shift so he could make it back to you as quickly as possible.

he also knows you'd probably complain about that, too. something about not having to lose money from quitting a shift only for you. "gotta take care of my girl," he'd probably answer you. "it's not like i'm losing much, either, right? most exciting thing i could be missing out's keith actually getting a date from a costumer."

"robin says hi," he'd tell you as soon as he enters your room, bending down to kiss your head and sit on his usual spot next to your bed. "said she'll probably be joining us later tonight. said somethin' about bringing your favourite movie and some popcorn. what would you think of a movie night, pretty girl?" he'd ask. "like good ol' times, heh?"

at the memory, he'd smile sadly. he couldn't wait to do it again.

later that night, the tv would be closer to the bed, having had been rolled over by both robin and steve, each of them sitting on each side of the bed, back to the future playing on the tv. "d'ya think marty mcfly's hot?" steve would ask robin, who'd be chewing some popcorn while dropping a few more into her mouth. "dude, i'm gay," she'd remind him with a confused face. steve would nod. "yeah— i know, but she—,"he'd accuse you while pointing his thumb to you. "—had a crush on him when the movie came out."

"what year are we talking about?" she'd ask him. "last year."

"didn't you start dating like— days before christmas last year?"

"yeah, but that's not the point—"

robin would groan. "steve, you're, like, the most precious human being to her. seriously. she wouldn't shut the fuck up about you before you two got some ovaries and started fucking dating," she's reassure him, earning a bright smile from him. "she wouldn't?"

"never," robin would nod. "every day?" steve would ask. "every day." she'd confirm.

steve would look back to you, blushing and giving your cheek a kiss, grabbing your hand in his and playing with your fingers, like usual.

god, he couldn't wait to hear from you all you told robin about him.

@xguardgirlx @stormseyes @xjasam4lifex

Babysitters in Love- Steve Harrington x Henderson!reader

Requested: Yes

Pairings: Steve Harrington x HendersonSister!reader

Word Count: 1,948

Warnings: swearing, talks about sex–– not graphic and mainly fluff

Summary: Dating Steve Harrington as Dustin Henderson’s sister has to be a secret–– until it isn’t.

He grabs your waist and pulls you back into him as you’re trying to leave. You giggle and turn in his arms, looking up into his big, brown eyes. 

You lean up and kiss the underside of his jaw. “Babe, I gotta go. I can’t keep making lies about where I am to my mom and brother.”

Steve rubs his nose against yours. “Babe, Robin or Nance will cover for you. Come on. Stay for just 10 more minutes,” he pleads.

“Stevie, I gotta go.” You grab your bag off his bed. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” You kiss him real quick and run out of the house.

You jump in your car, and before driving away, you see Steve standing in the front doorway, arms crossed, with the biggest grin spread over his face. You sat for a second, staring–– contemplating. I could stay for another 10. What would be the problem? you thought to yourself.

You shake your head at him and put the car in reverse out of his driveway, and start down the street. Then, your walkie starts going off. “Y/N. Do you copy?”

You grab it off the passenger floor and speak into it. “Yes, Dustin. I copy. What’s wrong?” You’re annoyed. He’s going to ask you for something, you know it.

“Where are you? I’ve been trying to get ahold of you, and you haven’t replied. I called Robin’s, and she said you weren’t there.” He sounded worried.

“Oh, I was at Nance’s.” The minute you said it, you regretted it.

There’s a pause. “Nancy? As in, Nancy Wheeler? Mike Wheeler’s sister?”

You have to keep going at this point because backing out looks worse. “Yeah, Nancy Wheeler. Why?”

“I’m at Mike’s right now. I don’t see you here, Y/N.” You can hear one of the other boys snicker in the back. Fuck, they’re all there.

“I was with Nancy, but then I left to the grocery store to grab some stuff, and I’m heading home, Dustin. Is there anything you actually need from me? If not, I’ll see you at home.” You want out of this conversation desperately. 

“I want to know where you’ve been. Why are you lying?” Dustin’s annoyed tone is annoying you.

“Maybe she was with her secret boyfriend,” Lucas chimes in over the walkie, laughing.

“What? What boyfriend?” Dustin is confused.

You roll your eyes and pull into your driveway. “All of you shut up. I’m home. I’ll see you later.”

“But who––” you cut Dustin off by closing the antenna of your walkie. You walk into the house and smile at your mom, who doesn’t say much other than a “Hi sweetie” while she pets the cat and watches TV.

You head straight to your room and lay back on your bed, thinking about your day with Steve. You start blushing, thinking of him kissing you, his hands roaming over your body. Your fingers wrap into his hair. He would pull away and look at you, love drunk and his lips swollen, just to dip back down to kiss you again.

You sigh. Fuck, I wish I had stayed.

Your door slams open, and you jump up. “Where the hell were you?!”

“Dustie, what’s wrong? Why are you yelling?” Your mom sounds horrified by your brother’s outburst.

He’s staring at you, and you give him the look of death. Tell her, and I will murder you, you think. He picks up on it. “Nothing, mom!”

He steps in and closes your door behind him. “Where were you? Who is this ‘boyfriend’ of yours?” Dustin squints at you.

You squint back. “I don’t have a boyfriend. And I told you where I was.”

“Oh yeah? What did you get then?”

“What?”

“What did you get? From the grocery store?”

You stare at him for a second. You grab your purse and grab out your lip balm. “This. I lost my old one, and I needed a new one.” Luckily, you have barely used this one if he actually wanted to inspect it.

His eyes flicked between you and the lip balm. He huffed, knowing you were lying but didn’t want to continue this fight. He turned to leave, hand on the doorknob, but turned and said, “I may be your little brother, but I’ll still defend you. I’ll kill any guy that looks at you, got that, Y/N?” 

You roll your eyes at his little knight speech. “Yeah, yeah, sure you will.” You’d love to see him find out it’s Steve. Would he really try to fight his favorite male figure?

***

You skip into Family Video, excited to see Steve to tell him to watch out because of Dustin. You see Robin, who smiles at you. “I’ve got a bone to pick with you, Buckley.”

“Me? What did I do?”

“You couldn’t just tell Dustin that I was with you?”

She’s pointing at you, brows furrowed. “What? And then it turns out you’re dead and the last person to see you is me? Nah, tell me next time you need an alibi, and I’ll be there. Otherwise, I’m freaking out trying to find you too.” 

You roll your eyes and put your hands up in surrender, “Yeah, yeah, OK. I’ll let you know next time.”

Steve comes out from the back and instantly lights up at the view of you. He jogs over to you, grabs your waist, and kisses you.

“Ew, you two need a room. And not the back room.” Robin has a disgusted look on her face.

He rolls his eyes at her and grabs your hand in his, and in his other hand he grabs a few VHS tapes that need to be put away. He leads you into the romance section, drops tapes into their correct places, then turns, grabs your face, and kisses you. Your hands wrap into his hair, pulling him closer. You two are out of view of the front counter and the front window, so no one will see.

You pull away, leaning your forehead against his. “Aw, how romantic, bringing me to the romance section,” you giggle.

“Only the best for my girl.”

He goes to lean back into you for a kiss when the one person you didn’t even think of pops up. “What in the ever living hell is this?!”

You both turn, letting go of each other and putting space between the two of you, staring at Dustin. Because of his yell, Mike, Max, and Lucas come running over to see you two.

“Ha! I told you! I told you she had a secret boyfriend! Who knew it was Harrington, though?” Lucas jokes.

Dustin turns and smacks his arm, then turns his attention back to you and Steve. “Harrington! How could you? My sister?!”

“Hey! They’re cute. Leave them alone,” Max comes to your defense. You two had a great relationship, you were the big sister she never had.

Steve is lost for words, but you start laughing. They all turn to you, looking like you’re crazy. “Oh fuck, sorry, Steve. I forgot to tell you, Dustin said last night he’d ‘defend my honor’ by hurting whoever looks at me. Better get ready for a fight, Stevie.”

“Ew! ‘Stevie’! You even have pet names? Disgusting. How long has this been going on?” Dustin has his hands on his hips. You couldn’t help but keep laughing. You knew he was pissed, but seeing him this mad was funny.

Steve grabs your hand, smiling, and says, “Three months.”

“Three goddamn months?! And no one told me?” 

“Wait, you didn’t even tell me?” Max looks offended.

“No one told you because of this reaction, Dustin. We both knew you’d be pissed finding out we were dating. And Max, I love you, but I knew you’d tell Lucas, who can’t keep his mouth shut and then Dustin would find out.” You’ve calmed your laughter and rolled your eyes.

“But three months? When were you gonna tell me? When I get the wedding invite?” she says, hurt. You wrap your arm around her. You didn’t think of how she’d react.

“You can be my flower girl, Max,” you smile and kiss the top of her head, rubbing her arm.

“You guys are getting ahead of yourselves; chill out,” Steve says, putting his hands up and shaking his head. 

You look at Steve, “What? You don’t wanna marry me?”

“Yeah? Is my sister not good enough for you?” Dustin is defensive.

Steve’s eyes are flicking between the two of you. “What in the hell?”

You start laughing and kiss Steve. “I’m kidding, dummy.”

“Ew, oh god, is this gonna happen all the time now? Fuck I don’t wanna see this,” Dustin coveres his eyes like a child.

“Now you know how I feel, Dustin,” Mike says, putting his hand on his shoulder.

“Thank god I don’t have an older sister for Harrington to try and date,” Lucas laughs.

“Hey, dweebs, I don’t plan on dating anyone else. And Henderson, you don’t have to worry. I’m not planning on hurting Y/N. And if I do, which I won’t, you’re the first person that can beat the shit out of me.” Steve’s pointing at Dustin, giving him the OK. 

You roll your eyes. “Um, no. The first person to beat the shit out of you will be me. Dustin will be second.”

He rolls his eyes. “Fine, the Hendersons can tag team beating the shit outta me. Does that sound good?”

You look at Dustin, who’s smiling at you. “Yeah, sounds good.”

“Wait, I deserve a turn!” Max raises her hand.

“Oh my god, you all get a turn to beat the crap out of me, OK?” Steve ruffles his hair, annoyed. 

“I guess it makes sense. Y/N was always our first babysitter, and Steve became our second. It was only a matter of time before they started dating.” Lucas says, shrugging. He seems the least affected. 

“Great, now we’ll always have two babysitters around rather than just one at a time,” Mike rolls his eyes, walking away and checking out the action aisle. Lucas follows. 

Dustin stares at the two of you for a second. “I swear, I don’t want to know if you two are, but if I find out or walk in on the two of you having sex, I will kill the both of you.”

“Wow, too much, Henderson,” Steve shoves his shoulder.

“No, that’s my sister. It’s not too much.”

“Dustin, it is. Shut up. Go pick out a movie with your friends.” You push him towards his friends.

“Gross. Why is he like that?” Steve asks you.

“I’m not sure. He’s annoying.” You grab his hand and lean into him.

“If it means anything, I’ve been rooting for the two of you to date for a while.” Max pipes up.

“Oh yeah? Why?” Steve asks.

“Because Y/N obviously had a crush on you. She always talked about you and would stare and was definitely jealous of Nancy for a while.” Your eyes go wide and you stare at Max.

“Hey, go check out movies with the boys. Shoo. Go,” you brush her away, and wave your hands at her. She rolled her eyes and walked away.

“Oh, so you were a bit obsessed with me, huh?” Steve wiggles his eyebrows at you.

You smack his chest playfully. “Shut up. I’m still obsessed with you, but at least I know you’re obsessed with me too.” You lean up and kiss him, his hands moving your hips.

“Hey you two! Knock it off!” Dustin yells. Steve doesn’t move from you, he just flips him off and dips you, keeping his lips on you.

The 5 times You and Steve ‘Accidentally’ Kissed

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Brief mention of beat up Steve, a very distorted timeline because I just wrote what I wanted.

Word Count: 2423

An anon request for a prequel based on Nightmares, where I mentioned Steve and Reader had accidentally kissed before. Don’t need to read the main fic to understand anything!

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