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About: You invite the boys over to talk things through, in the hopes that it makes your situation a little less messy.
WC: 3.9K
Warnings: 18+ MDNI; language and holy smut (more detailed warning at the end to avoid spoilers) 😳
A/N: this one's just kinda short n filthy. 🚬 bone apple tea
Post-nut clarity hits you like a motherfucker, because in what world was it even remotely okay to let Steve rail you in a Santa costume while Gator jerked off into your mouth?
And why did you love it so much? Why did you want to do it again?
You couldn't stop replaying it in your mind, the sounds they both made as they worked around you, each one getting off on the sight of the other man fucking you. But, deep down, you know it's not sustainable. You can't have your cake and eat it, right? Well, you can't have a Steve and a Gator, either.
Can you? No. Not sustainable.
Messy. Messier. Messiest.
You can feel yourself pulling back from both Steve and Gator in the following days, not returning texts, claiming you're "swamped" or "tired", hurrying out of work so they can't linger at their vehicles for you. Still, you know you can't avoid them entirely. The hospital brought you all together, and it's keeping you all together, for better or for worse.
Tonight has been a nice reprieve, neither man working, so you've had plenty of time to think with few distractions. You threw yourself into menial tasks with more fervor than usual, assisted your staff with things they were perfectly capable of doing alone, chatted with Odie about being a new dad and looking at pictures of his wrinkly little newborn son.
"Haven't seen your boyfriends around tonight."
"Boyfriends?? I dun--"
He furrows his brow and his lips disappear behind his thick, black mustache, imploring you to cut the bullshit. You just sigh and lean your desk chair as far back as it'll go.
"Yeah. Boyfriends. Sure."
"What's the problem? They fightin'?"
"No, opposite actually. They're shootin' the shit after work, chattin' it up, actin' friendly. They started a group chat for all of us. But, I dunno, Odie...ya can't have...two?"
He shrugs at you, his face as stoic as ever.
"Why not? If you like em both, they both like you, and they're even buddying up to each other now? Why ya questionin' it?"
"Well it's just, not -- that's not something ya do, y'know? People would --"
He snorts and cuts his hand through the air to stop you.
"People. Since when did you give a shit about what people think? Relationships aren't as cut and dry as they used to be, y'know? Just get outta your head and go with the flow."
He sips from his steaming paper cup of jet black coffee, and that's really all the convincing you needed.
Because Odie was right; you don't give a shit what people think. This was your one life, and if two really hot men both wanted to fuck you, and everyone was on board about it?
Well then fuck it.
You pull out your phone and open the group chat between you, Gator, and Steve.
It's named: The Cream Team 🍨
You roll your eyes and type out your message.
You: We all off tonight?
👍 Gator liked your message.
Steve: I am!
You take a breath deep enough to burn your lungs, puff out your cheeks, and exhale in a huff.
Come by my place at 8? Both of ya.
We need to chat.
❤️ Gator & Steve loved your message.
And Gator? Change the group name, it's gross.
WASNT ME
I SAID *WORK STUFF*
What's wrong with the name?
•••
So, what does one usually do to prepare for a possible-maybe three-way with their two work beaus? Should you set out punch? A bowl of pretzels? You've lit a candle three separate times before ultimately deciding it was too much and blowing it out for the final time.
You stocked the fridge with beers and there was a bottle of tequila ready for when the tough conversations started or if anyone just needed the liquid courage. You anticipate it to be empty by the end of the night.
What does this mean? How do you all proceed? What if one of you wants to date, or move on? Is it a break-up? Are you exclusive? Are you all just free-fucking around? All ground rules you should have set up with Gator months ago, but instead you've just added another person to the mix. It was time to get on top of it before you were fucking the entirety of the Walter Mondale Care Center with reckless abandon.
Three sharp knocks on the door. That's Gator, you know it by the sound alone. You open it and he's leaning on the frame with a case of beers under his arm -- your favorite kind.
"Boss lady."
"Tillman."
"Brought ya beer."
"I got plenty in the fridge."
He brushes past you to enter the apartment and loads the beers into your refrigerator with the others. The cooler looks like it belongs in a frathouse.
"Well, now ya got more."
"Trying to get me drunk, Gator?"
He shuts the fridge door and folds his arms, shaking his head innocently.
"Nah, don't think I'll need to. But if ya wanna be, it's there."
You lean back against the kitchen counter with a sigh, chewing the skin around your thumbnail. Gator mirrors your stance on the opposite side of the kitchen, watching you.
"Nervous or somethin'?"
"Could say so."
"Hey." He says gruffly. Your eyes flick up to meet his.
"Nothin' happens, ever, without your say-so. Got it? Ya want us to drink a beer and chat for an hour before ya kick us to the curb, fine. Wanna do something else? Fine. I don't call ya boss for no reason. So act like it."
You scoff and look up to the ceiling to see if maybe the answer has been written there all along. It isn't.
"S'just...It's weird, right? To wanna be with two people?"
He severely arches an eyebrow and points at his own chest.
"You're asking me that? A guy? A dog, no less? No I don't think it's fuckin' weird, I think you're a grown-up, we're all grown, and we can do what we want."
"...that's kinda what Odie said."
"Christ, ya talked to Odie about this?"
"No. He more kinda talked to me about it. Odie notices everything, and you and Harrington aren't necessarily subtle."
Gator nods, conceding to your point. Another knock at the door pulls your attention, this one a series of soft, quick raps. Steve.
You open the door and he's got a small cardboard drink carrier with three beverages inside. He smiles at you, that warm, sweet, crooked smile, and you step aside for him to enter.
"Hey there, Steve."
"Hey. Brought you caffeine. Gator here?"
"Mm-hm, kitchen."
"Tillman, got your shake!"
Gator stomps into the foyer and grabs his whipped, creamy confection from the carrier.
"Thanks, man."
"No problem. And I got a matcha with honey for you, princess."
He winks at you, handing you the paper cup. You stare at him in awe, wide-eyed, needing so many explanations for so many things, but you've got all night to get into them.
"Thanks...hon. C'mon let's go settle in. We gotta lot to talk about."
•••
"So. Who's gonna start?"
You all look between each other in your cozy living room, you sitting cross-legged in your overstuffed papasan chair, Gator on your fluffy pink butterfly chair, and Steve on the couch with his feet up.
"Start...what?" Gator asks.
"Start?" Chimes Steve, eyebrows raised. You pinch the bridge of your nose.
"No, not start start. Start talking."
"Well, you called us here, boss." Gator sucks the last of his shake noisily through his straw.
"Fair enough. Well, clearly I'm a little confused about all of it. What's gonna happen, what the rules are."
"Why are you always worryin' about the rules?" Gator rolls his eyes at you, leaning forward to slam his empty cup on the coffee table. "There doesn't always have to be rules! We've been fucking off an on for almost a year, ya never cared about rules!"
"Yah, but that was you and me! I knew the only person that would get hurt if that blew up was me, I'm sure you've got so many names on your roster I'm just a blip in your radar. It was my risk, and I was willing' to take it. But now there's a third person involved, and Steve's not privy to all of our bullshit, so I don't want him to end up gettin' burned because of our relationship hang-ups!"
You can feel your face growing hot, the corners of your eyes beginning to sting. Gator and you stare at each other for an uncomfortably long time, breathing hard.
He finally huffs and grumbles, "So many names on my roster. That what ya think?"
"That's what I know. I know you're not a 'girlfriend guy', Gator. I know I'm just a fun time for ya, even if I -- y'know --"
You swallow the rest of your words, or they climb back down your throat by force. Gator leans forward, elbows on his knees.
"Say it."
Your eyes trace the sharp lines and smooth curves that make up his face, the moles and freckles dotting his cheeks and neck. It's funny, Steve is similarly studded with moles, like constellations; it was like two galaxies colliding in your living room.
Your voice comes out small, a squeak, a whisper.
"I care about ya...course I care about ya. You're a total douchebag, a moron, you're mean and you're bossy, and I hate you so much sometimes, which is ridiculous because then I just -- don't."
Your chin wobbles and you quickly cover your face with the fleece blanket in your lap. The comfort of the warm darkness does nothing to soothe the racing of your heart. Moments later you feel it being tugged down.
"Don't," you mutter through the fabric.
"Hey." Gator whispers, just loud enough for you to hear.
You barely peek your red-rimmed, glassy eyes over the edge of the blanket at him. He's crouched on his knees in front of you, face softer than you've ever seen.
"Haven't had another name on my roster in like, 9 months. I just kinda wait around for ya to give me the time of day. It's pathetic. I'm whipped. You're a bitch and a prude with no sense of humor, but I really fuckin' care about ya, too."
The blanket falls away from your face, your hands feel numb. You shift your feet to settle them on the floor between Gator's legs. You smile at each other softly, then you plant your foot on his chest and shove him backwards onto his ass.
"Hey, what the f--"
"Why didn't ya say something sooner, prick?!"
"Because I'm an idiot! Why didn't you, asshole?!"
"Because I'm a fucking idiot, Tillman!!"
You both devolve quickly from a shouting match to a laughing fit, Gator rolling onto his back and you hunched over at the waist. You glance at Steve on the couch and he's watching you both with the most content look on his face, just sipping his hot cocoa. You steady your breath and swipe at your eyes, leaning on one of your hands in his direction and already feeling so much of your tension lifting from your body.
"And you, Harrington. Prince Charming. Whaddya want with two fucked up idiots like us?"
"Oh, I've had my eyes on you from our first shift. You're...perfect. Stunning, funny, smart, hardworking, kind. All the good things. It's just like...bam, I knew, y'know? And if Gator comes with the package, then I'll just find something to like about him, too."
"Hey dick, I'm a total catch." Gator calls out from the floor. Steve gives you an uncertain grimace and you giggle.
"Well, I'm glad. I dunno if it was obvious, but I kinda started falling for you too..."
"I thought, so. The stuff in the haunted closet clued me in big time."
"Steve."
Gator shoots up, interest peaked.
"Oh, yah! No more secrets now, so what were ya doin' in there that day?"
You say, "Noth--", at the same exact time that Steve says, "Mouth stuff."
Gator chuckles knowingly and pulls his vape out of his front pocket. He inhales and blows the smoke around your living room.
"Oh, sure. Boss lady's great at mouth stuff."
"Fuck, what have I gotten myself into..." You sigh, rubbing your temples.
It gradually grows quiet, stiflingly quiet, until Steve breaks it.
"We should play truth or dare."
•••
The first few rounds are standard, mostly normal questions with a few light dares, each of you nursing a cold bottle of beer. During the third round, Gator asks for a truth.
So, you ask him, "Gator...you and I have known each other a long time. What would you warn Steve about me?"
You bring your knees up to your chest and rest your chin on top of them, smiling playfully at him and expecting one of his usual smart-ass replies. Something about wearing too much floral perfume, or how you're the shittiest public speaker he's ever heard, or your obsession with cheap, nasty reality television. He doesn't focus on any of those. He takes a deep, deep swill of his beer, and turns his attention to Steve with a coy smirk on his face.
"She's addictive. Nothin'll taste as sweet or make ya as happy as when you're with her. She spoils ya rotten, that's how good she is. Judgin' by the look on your face I imagine you know exactly what I mean."
Steve raises his bottle to Gator and takes a drink, then both of them turn their attention to you. A silent tear has spilled from the corner of your eye and left a trail down your cheek. You brush it away and try to clear the thickness in your throat.
"Wow. Wow, Gator, I dunno what to say. Thank you."
He lazily shrugs and stretches his legs out straight on the floor.
"Just a truth. Your turn, boss. Truth or dare?"
"I've done enough truth tonight. Let's go with a dare."
You look at Steve excitedly, but a devilish smirk darkens his features.
"I dare you to dance for us."
"Dance? Like, just get up and dance around?"
He shakes his head and gestures behind you all, to the pole in the living area.
"A striptease."
Gator leans his back against the seat of the couch and puts his elbows up on the cushions, getting comfortable.
"Now that's a dare, Hasbington."
Steve kicks one of Gator's elbows off the couch, but doesn't take his eyes off you as you cross over to your pole.
"I'm not really dressed for this."
"The point is, you're dressed. And I think I speak for Gator when I say we don't want you to be."
Gator just nods, taking another swig of his beer.
Your fingers curl around the cool metal bar, and out of muscle memory you swing around it, the momentary head rush making your heart flutter. As your confidence grows, you begin spinning, grinding, and rolling your hips to the rhythm of a song that's only inside of you. Your clothes come off as naturally as the movements, until you're down to nothing but your underwear and sports bra. If you'd known you would have been on display like this you may have opted for something a little more sheer, or at the very least, matching.
One glance from under your lashes at your audience of two tells you they couldn't care less about what color your underpants were. They were both leaning forward, Gator chewing his thumbnail and Steve's lips slightly parted in wonder. That feeds the hungry flame inside of you, making you bolder.
You turn, your backside facing them, and lift your bra over your head, tossing it towards them. You cup your tits in your hands before you turn around, deciding to make them earn it.
"Hey boys. I dare ya to kiss."
Their eyes widen, nearly snapping their necks with the velocity of their head turns.
"What're you talking about?"
"I'm not kissin' him."
You pout, further covering your tits.
"Why not? If this goes the way I think ya both want it to, your dicks are probably gonna touch. What's wrong with a little kiss on the lips?"
"Why d'ya want us to?" Gator sneers.
"Hmm, because I think it's sexy? Hot boys kissing is...sexy. Same reason you watch lesbian porn, Gator."
"Hey, dude. If you really don't want to, we don't have to. But I'm game, so --" Steve shrugs and takes a long swallow of his beer, swiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Gator swallows too, but it's just from the lump that's gotten stuck in his throat.
"Gator...?" You murmur. He looks to you, your features softened and understanding. "Ya don't have to, it's okay. I don't wanna freak ya out."
"Nah, I'm just -- like, I'm not gay."
"Nobody's sayin' ya gotta go changing labels or what not. Nothin's gotta change. Everything between us is just that -- it's just us. So if you two wanna just be with me and not each other, that's alright. But, I think, maybe, there might be somethin' you're a little curious about...could tell back at the party that I might not be the only one you were turned on by watchin'." You bite your lower lip and glance at Steve. "So I'm just sayin'...if there was somethin' you were wantin' to try, we're the perfect crowd to do it with."
You can see him worrying the inside of his cheek with his teeth, so you pad across the floor and settle onto his lap. You move your hands away from your chest and tug at his earlobe affectionately.
"Kiss me, first?"
He presses his lips to yours with the confidence of someone who knows you as well as anyone ever has. You pull away, look to Steve, and crook a finger at him to come closer. He scoots across the couch, swinging one of his long legs over Gator's head and essentially straddling his broad shoulders.
Steve leans over Gator's head and you rise up on your knees to kiss him, your breasts brushing against Gator's face. He takes one in his palm and suckles the other, rolling your pebbled nipple between his teeth. You whimper into Steve's mouth and arch your back so Gator can have even better access to your tits.
When you break your kiss with Steve and settle back down onto Gator's lap, you feel the imprint of his cock struggling against the zipper of his jeans. You lightly grind against it and take his face in your hands to make him look you in the eye.
"Hey. Nothing ya don't want, 'kay? Ya don't like somethin', we don't do it no more. No one's feelings get hurt. Capisce?"
Gator's eyes flutter closed and he nods in your hands. You kiss the tip of his nose and reach down to unfasten his jeans. You swap positions, him opening his legs wider so you can kneel between them. His dick juts out and lays heavy against his stomach.
You lean in and lick along his length, planting warm kisses from the base to the tip and swirling your tongue over the slit. Gator's head lolls backwards into Steve's lap; their eyes meet briefly, rife with that familiar, lusty haze, and much to everyone's surprise Gator is the one to bring a hand around the back of Steve's neck and pull him down to his mouth.
Gator's cock twitches against your lips, and when you peek up at them and see them exploring each other, your own hands can no longer remain idle. You dip your fingers into your panties, bobbing your head shallowly up and down Gator's length to keep watching them as you circle your clit with your middle finger. You moan around him and he lets out a husky whimper, placing a hand on the back of your head. You know him well enough by now that this is him asking permission.
You offer a muffled affirmation of, "mm-hm" and relax your throat just in time for him to begin mercilessly rutting his cock into your mouth. Steve breaks away to watch, allowing Gator to fist his other hand in your hair.
Steve clambers off the couch while pulling his shirt off, leaving him in just his tight-fitting jeans. He moves behind you, tugging your panties over the swell of your ass and plunging his face between your legs. You cry out at the sudden sensation, but it's broken-up and garbled by Gator's relentless throat-fucking. Steve licks your clit and glides upward to deeply tongue your pussy; when his eyes roll back in his head at the taste of you, they meet Gator's fiery, focused ones.
Steve sucks at your cunt, gathers your arousal on his tongue, and rises up on his knees behind you. He grabs Gator by the jaw and pulls his face closer, using his thumb to open his mouth. He spits the taste of you straight onto Gator's waiting tongue.
Gator thrusts hard once and holds your head still, and you can feel the pulsing heat of his cum sliding down your throat. You tap his thigh and he releases your hair so you can pop off and take a breath. When you lean in to kiss his mouth, he cam taste all three of you at the same time.
"You want to cum?" Steve murmurs in your ear. You nod, not breaking your kiss with Gator, and feel him settle himself behind you.
Steve presses down gently on your lower back and once you're angled just right you can feel him slowly pushing his cock inside of you.
"Oh, fuck." You mewl, hands pressed firmly on Gator's chest as he watches you get fucked. He sticks two fingers in his mouth to wet them, expertly finds your clit, and plays with it softly and swiftly just the way he knows you need.
"You're such a pretty little cum slut, aren't ya? Need two cocks just to keep up with ya."
"Gator...fuck, Steve!"
Bellowing out both of their names in the same breath moves some broken piece inside of you back into place. You feel a tear trickle from the outer corner of one eye, and Gator wipes it away.
"Think she's close, Harrington. Fuck her harder."
Steve pulls out to the tip and snaps his hips against you, over and over again, gaping you and bullying your cervix. You keen and howl progressively louder until no sound escapes your open lips at all, and your orgasm sends you into orbit.
"Jesus fucking Christ, she's squeezing me so tight. Fuck fuck fuck --"
"Fill 'er up. She'll be drippin' with cum from top to bottom."
You grab the collar of Gator's shirt and bring him close to violently clash your lips against his. He wraps his hands around your throat and presses his tongue against yours in long, languid strokes.
"So fuckin' pretty." He whimpers as you messily make out.
"Oh, god." Steve groans, pumping his release into you so deep you can feel every spurt. He pulls out, lets some of his cum dribble out of you, then pushes it back inside with his sensitive cock, slowly dragging it through you a couple more times to ride out his own wave.
The three of you collapse into a heap of heaving, sticky bodies in various stages of undress. The giggling fit starts with Gator, infects you next, and Steve joins in shortly after.
"Okay, this is gonna be fun." Steve murmurs from the floor.
The bottle of tequila remains untouched in the kitchen.
Special thanks and smooches to @keer-y @tinfoileddd @gatorgirlie for your help. 💋 Stay sexy. xoxoxoxo
SMUT CW: kissing, striptease, groping, slightly degrading dirty talk, cum play, spit play, bisexual three-way (mmf), bi-curious Gator, bisexual Steve, masturbation, oral (m/f giving/receiving), p in v -- did I fucking miss anything? 😬 Oopsie if so.
The long way to us -- CHAPTER 2
When We Stopped Being Just Friends.
prologue , part 1!, part 2!, part 3...
pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader
summary: After being nearly drenched with water the day before, you met someone who saw right through you, someone who was able to stand in your place. Your next day consists of spending your time alongside Steve, who you had somehow befriended, though he was the most popular senior? Lets just say, you had a questionable lunch period.
warnings: no use of y/n, soft!steve, making out (🤭), slow burn, reader kind of into her relationship w steve, friends to lovers, nerdy!reader, reader being picked on, lmk what i missed :) NOT PROOFREAD
word count: 2.7k
a/n: second chapter! i'm glad you guys are enjoying this series, i can't wait to continue it ehehe. previous parts are linked if you haven't seen those yet! love ya :)
You weren't sure how it happened, or why it did. But you were now friends with the most popular guy in school. Maybe not 100% friends, but somethings there. Like acquaintances.
Yesterday, when Steve had offered you his jacket, you swore you could feel little butterflies in your belly. It may have been just a quiet exchange of kindness, but it felt like more than that.
Today, wasn't much different. When you got out of your car, glances were shot your way, you tried your best to ignore them. Right as you started walking towards the building, a voice called out to you.
" Hey! Still got my jacket, i see. " Steve's voice wafted through the air like honey drizzling off something.
Your cheeks burned as you looked up, there we was. Smiling, offering to take your bag that was hanging onto your shoulder. You smiled back, shrugging the backpack off onto his arm.
" Hey Steve-- Yeah, s'kinda chilly out for being in the middle of April. " You hum, watching how his sweet brown eyes dragged over your figure.
He nodded in acknowledgement, and began to walk beside you, keeping your pace. His fingers twitched to reach out and touch you, but he stalled. It was the second day of even speaking to you, what if you weren't into that? Stupid..
The two of you walked side by side into school, catching almost everyone's attention. Nobody expected Steve to hang around you, especially after what happened yesterday.
" Just keep walking, ignore it. They do this like anytime we get a new student. Its stupid, really. Seems like the only time they don't do that is when some super pretty slut comes in. " Steve freezes, hoping you don't take that wrong way.
The two of you stop by the bathrooms, and you look up at him, with a cocked brow.
" I-- I mean, not like your not pretty-- Like, fuck. Sorry- " He stammered, rubbing a hand down his face,.
You smiled, shaking your head with a small shrug,
" Your fine, I get what you mean. I guess that's what you get if your a nerd, which I understand. I mean we aren't the coolest people alive. " You murmur, watching as guilt floods into his eyes.
" I.. okay, just to clarify, you are not a slut, and your really pretty--.." ... ".. fuck. " His voice trails off, realizing what he said again.
You felt heat flush into your cheeks. Did he just call you "really pretty" ? You liked Steve and all, but didn't think he saw you that way yet.
" Thanks, Steve. " Your voice was sincere, gentle, and you had the fondest look on your face.
A boy had never willingly called you pretty, unless it was to tease you for some stupid prank. But the way he stammered, and cussed under his breath- that had to be real.
He paused, blinking a few times, then back at your face. Steve was usually a charmer, but with you, its like he had a 50 baseballs shoved into his throat. He stammered, lips parting, then closing. Then he spoke.
" I-.. I gotta go- " He whispered, shrugging your bag off, and nearly stumbling backwards, before disappearing into the loud hallways.
You stared at the blank space infront of you, where Steve just was, a smile creeping onto your face. You bit your bottom lip to prevent it, but you couldn't really help it.
The walk to your locker was slow. It felt like you had been pushing through crowds of people for hours. You could see your locker, it was the only one with a little butterfly sticker on the front.
You padded down the halls with more pride than usual. A soft smile on your face. People were staring, you could feel it. But instead of constantly noticing it, you learned to ignore it.
Right as you were about to reach the wall of lockers- someone pushed past you, causing you both to slip.
A beat-
" Oh- oh my gosh, im so sorry! Here let me- " A soft girly voice spoke, scrambling to her feet to hold out a hand to you.
When you looked up, she was different. Actually concerned, actually trying to be nice to you. Your earlier confidence was shattered as you heard laughter erupt around you. Because falling in front of people who despised you, was embarrassing.
You took her hand, it was soft, and cold. Her nails were painted a pretty lullaby pink, just like yours.
You furrowed your brows at the thought, someone being nice to you other than Steve? And being a female? You'd found that the girls were the most snarky, and bitchy.
Your mind stopped running, and you looked up at her.
" Hey- Hello? Are you okay, im so so sorry- I didn't see you. " She spoke, her eyes pleading for forgiveness.
She was pretty, her hair in perfect waves, a little bow sat right on the top. You noticed something.. She was similar to you-
" No- no your fine, I should've watched where I was going- " You smile, nodding softly.
" Are you sure? I knocked into you pretty hard- " She mumbled, her hand slipping away from yours.
You shook your head again, except a small smile pulled at your lips.
" Im fine, I promise. Look, im just grateful you helped me up. Most people wouldn't do that. " You spoke, voice quieter.
She nodded, watching you go through your locker, before speaking again.
" Im Nancy by the way- I've never met someone with a similar style to me- " She murmured.
A beat.
" You like butterflies too? " She smiled, and you turned, " Obviously? Who doesn't. " You both giggle.
For the continuation of your 1st, and 2nd block, you and Nancy hung out. You clicked, like two magnets. You both shared the same hobbies, had the same style, were nerds. Like 2 peas in a pod.
The bell clattered against that metal casing, and everyone started to scramble out of class. Chairs skirted, pencils smacked to the ground, chaotic. It was never like this in Alaska. Maybe because you went to a private school- but still!
" And don't forget tomorrow's chemistry lab report! " Mrs. Harrison yelled at the kids who clearly weren't listening, and more focused on getting out of the door.
You were the last one out of class, taking your time to neatly organize your backpack, and making sure to not just slam everything on the floor as you packed up.
Mrs. Harrison watched you with a sweet smile as you approached her desk. She clearly had favorited you over the past few days, you couldn't argue with that.
You grabbed an extra lab report paper, and smiled up at her.
" Thanks Mrs. Harrison. I'll have it in by 8. " You speak.
Her eyes crinkle in a fond smile, and she speaks.
" Aren't you just an angel. Thank you hon, always so on it. " She tilted her head, watching you walk out into the hallways.
Nancy was waiting for you, leaning by the lockers, playing with the ring on her finger. When she spotted you, she smiled, and trotted over.
" You like chem too? We have to be like soulmates- " She laughed, causing you to laugh.
You weren't very close now, but you could sense you'd be a good duo in the future.
" I have study hall. You? " She murmurs, falling into step beside you. She was clutching a stack of books to her chest, the same ones you had.
" What? Me too- " You smile. You've smiled a lot more today, after your interaction with Steve, and your new pending best friend.
The both of you padded down the hallway with the most best friendsie vibes anyone could ever pick up. You had smiles on your faces as you spoke, joking with eachother like you'd known her for years.
The library was quiet, the only noise the soft murmurs from groups at tables, or the hum of the air conditioning.
The two of you found seats at a corner table that was scattered with books, and chairs that were padded with cushions. It was cooler in this corner. Maybe it was the air conditioner above you, or maybe it was the longing to be close to Steve again.
" So. " Nancy quipped, pushing her books off to the side, and observing the ones scattered around.
" Tell me about your first few days. " She hummed, turning her attention back to you.
You shifted in your seat. You didn't know how to tell her. Maybe because these first few days were so horrible, and you didn't want her to pity you. But you cleared your throat, and told her anyways.
" If I'm being totally honest? Horrible. I can't even get out of my car without getting laughed at. And- its cheesy but.. I'm not that bad. I don't get it. " You sigh, looking over at her.
She looked down at the table, her eyes carrying that concerned, puppy dog look.
" Makes two of us then. Your lucky its your senior year here. Ever since Freshman year. The moment i stepped through the doors, its like-- .. its like I could sense something was wrong with me. "
She folded her arms on the table, her eyes daring to look back up at you.
" It's been like that up until now. Every year. I can't catch a break. I always told myself they were just jealous of me but.. But what's there to be jealous about? I mean I'm a nerd, you are too. Maybe that's our problem. " She mumbled.
You nodded, watching her as she spoke.
" S'how my year was going, but i met someone the other day and.. " You paused, a soft smile creeping onto your face.
" Do.. do you know Steve.. by chance? " Your voice was quiter when you said his name.
You watched her movements. The way she tensed, the way her fingers curled into her palm. She let out a huff, then turned to you.
" Pff.. Do i know Steve. " She repeated, rubbing her temple.
" Yeah. Yeah- I know Steve. We uh. We dated for a few weeks, but it was kinda on me. I- I dont talk about it much, buttt.. I met another guy, while we were dating, and he found out. " Her voice was soft, almost guilty.
" I left him after that. But- Steve. He's a good guy. I guess he just wasn't for me. He's a pretty boy, n' I wanted someone in my crowd. " She murmured
You sat there in silence for a moment, thinking about her words. Steve was a good guy. Nancy didn't seem like the type to date him so that was a valid reasoning, but you didn't either.
" I ran into one of his friends a few days back. Drenched me in water- then I met Steve. He walked me in today but-.. He said something. " You mumbled, trying your hardest to not smile.
She furrowed her brows, looking over your face.
" What'd he say? I swear if it was something ba- "
" He called me pretty. " You cut her off abruptly.
Her eyes shot open, and a slow grin spread on her face.
The rest of study hall flew by like a whizzing bullet. You two talked over your history books, laughing into your water bottles. You were growing closer.. and closer.. and closer to Nancy. And knowing you had a friend like her, made your heart grow a few sizes.
The bell rang, and you two quietly stood up.
" Soo.. You gonna go see Steve? " She smiled, genuinly happy for you.
You rolled your eyes, stuffing your binder into your bag.
" S'not like that. He's a friend. A friend Nancy. " You giggled, shrugging your backpack on.
She let out a skeptical hum, then laughed. You fell into step beside her, chatting about anything you could think of. The two of you slowed to a stop by your locker.
When you turned to face the locker, something was tweaked. A little slip of paper hung from the slit of your locker.
Nancy smiled, her lips pursing together as she nudged you.
" Oh girl you are set. " She huffed, watching your cheeks flush a rosy pink.
" Shut up. " You gave a shy smile.
The note was neat, still warm. Like someone had been holding onto it for a while. When you unfolded it, you could see Steve's handwriting scrawled onto the white page.
" meet me @ study hall bathroom during lunch period :) -- steve h. "
Your heart fluttered, your pulse quickening a few beats.
" Go on. Go get'm sis. " Nancy smiled, giving you a gentle push.
You walked off with a flushed face. You were skipping lunch period for him, and you were praying this wasn't some stupid setup. You passed the lunchroom, and the emptying classes, until the halls were dead silent.
Nobody came down here after study hall, it was pretty eery honestly.
When you stumbled upon the bathrooms, you looked down at the piece of paper, then at the sinks.
Your feet carried you into the women's side. Your head peeked around the walls, ensuring you were alone. Suddenly-
A pair of strong arms encircled your waist, picking you up off your feet for a split second, then turning you around. Steve.
You let out a tiny shriek, until a hand muffled your mouth.
" Hey- hey! Shh, s'me. Keep it down. " He mumbled, removing his palm from your mouth.
You panted, blinking a couple times.
" What a way to scare a girl. Jeez. " You spoke, trying to sound stern, but you couldn't deny the smile creeping onto your face.
He smiled when you did. His beautiful smile showed off his pearly straight teeth, and those plump little lips.
" C'mere- " He grinned as he pressed his lips to yours.
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The bathroom felt like a sauna. Steve was all over you, maybe thats why you felt so hot.
His lips were everywhere. Your nose, your cheek, your lips, your neck, your shoulders- Anywhere he could reach.
It was getting to a point where you physically needed to stop him. Because you knew having sex in a school bathroom was a no go- and knowing him that's probably something he'd consider.
"Steve- Steve just-" Your breath came in shorts pants, your hands gripping his shoulders as you weakly pushed him
" nngh- Just a little longer, ain't nobody here. " He mumbled into your neck, his lips attached to the skin rght behind your ear.
" Steve- Steve seriously, we needa' stop.. " You muttered, finally pushing him back.
He pulled back with a sigh, his eyes watching your face. He straightened out his polo, then exhaled softly.
" Your just overthinkin' things. I'm not that much of an idiot. " He spoke, his voice slightly rough.
" I always overthink things. Plus- " You started, but he stopped you.
He pressed one last kiss to your lips, silencing you.
" I get it, s'not really ideal to do stuff in here, i really do get it. " His voice was so gentle, so understanding,
Your eyes softened, and you tilted your head up at him.
He looked down at you, then back up.
" You doin' anything tonight? " He suggested, looking around like it wasn't obvious what he wanted.
" Steve. "
" M'serious. Not to be weird- Thought you could use some help studyin'. yeah? " He raised a brow.
You cocked a brow at that, and gave him a look.
" You? Studying? Since when? " You spoke, your voice betraying you by letting out that soft tone.
" Uh, since today? " He spoke, leaning down to nudge your nose to his.
Your mind wandered to the thought. Inviting him over to 'study', knowing his mind would drift elsewhere was tempting. But you were considering it. He was a good guy, and you had feelings for him. Alot of feelings for him.
The long way to us -- CHAPTER 1
The Girl Between Gaps
pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader
summary: After your first day at a new high school, you find yourself stuck in the middle. Yesterday, you'd been talked about for what felt like the entire day. During lunch, during class, even in the bathroom. There were other girls like you, why were they treated differently? Today goes horribly wrong, and Steve watches everything.
warnings: nerdy!reader, guilty!steve, no use of y/n, season 1 based, reader being picked on, carol n tommy being a bichh, reader is a new student, bullying, lmk what i missed :) PROOFREAD.
word count: 2.04k
a/n: first chapter since you guys seemed to enjoy the prologue (ehe tysm), im so excited to see what ygs think of this. lmk if i shall continue!!
The previous day, it had felt like you were drowning in your own self-pity. You felt like a bunny being teased by starving wolves at that school, all you wanted was to go back to Alaska, where you could fit in again.
You came home that night completely exhausted, barely ate dinner, got little to no sleep, and woke up late the next day. This new place had it out for you.
previous night..
" Honey, you've barely touched your dinner. Something happen at school? " Your mom spoke from across the dinner table, watching the way you stabbed the mashed potato's with your fork.
You shifted in your seat, your jaw resting in your palm as you swept the food around.
" M'just not hungry today. " Your voice was drained, too quiet.
Your mother furrowed her brows, and looked down at her plate, swallowing another bite. The table was silent, until she swallowed, and spoke again.
" Okay.. Well tell me about your day. How's the school? " She changed the subject, watching your movements.
You looked up from the plate, and found her eyes. Setting your fork down, you let out a long sigh.
" It's horrible. I mean-- i barely was able to get out of my car without being whispered about. This never happened in Alaska. "
" In my study period, I could hear groups of people talking about me like I literally wasn't right beside them, I watched them point. Why did we have to move? -- Did you purposefully want me to be embarrassed? Because it's working. " You argue, your tone becoming defensive.
It wasn't your mothers fault at all. If it were her choice, you'd still be in Alaska. But money was tight, and Hawkins was the only affordable place your Mother could afford.
You stood up from the table, and stormed off into your room. Your mother watched you leave, feeling a sense of dread in her heart. She was trying, and you knew that. But you were being bullied at school, and that just so happened to bring out your anger.
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The next morning, you got to school incredibly late. Like 2 hours late. You arrived right during class change, which was already a big pit of shit.
As you walked through the hallway, head hung low, shoulder slumped, already feeling horrible on your second day, you could hear the chatter starting up about you.
You lifted your head, just to get a glance of how people looked at you. Your eyes met others, watching their faces contort into laughter, and disgust mixed in one.
You felt your chin tremble, and a lump form in your throat.
please dont cry, please dont cry-
You bit your lip, and beelined to your locker, opening it with a few clicks of your lock.
When it unlocked, the door opened to the one place that helped you escape, even if it was for a few seconds. Pictures of you with your friends, and back home in general.
You could feel a heavy pair of eyes on you. That was the second time since you got here. You didn't dare look up, thinking you'd give the others something else to look at.
Carol, Tommy, and Steve were once again huddled together. Sat on a bench below a few posters strung up on the wall.
Steve had watched you come in, he watched the wave of laughter, and he had to admit-- it made him dissapointed.
Because unlike Steve, he was nothing like Carol, or Tommy, or any of the other jerks that picked on you. He saw right through your demeanor. Your sea-blue eyes that would dart away from a group of people, just to avoid the humiliation.
Believe it or not, even though he was Hawkins "biggest craze" , he'd been picked on countless of times in his life. And it was like a hole being drilled into his heart, seeing how people could be so cruel to someone so sweet like you.
He watched you carefully. Picking apart your outfit, the curl of your hair, your face. He glanced at the poster behind him labeled;
" HAWKINS HIGHSCHOOL, PROM 83' !
6:30 -> 9:45PM APRIL 24th
be there! :) "
He glanced at you. Oh how his heart yearned to go with you. But he knew it probably wouldn't happen. You were already fed up just walking through the hallways, so why would going to prom change your view?
" Ugh, just look at that snob. Who dresses like that for school. I bet she's fun at parties. " Carol snickered, nudging Tommy, earning a sour chuckle out of him.
Steve exhaled, eyeing them from the corner of his eye. He stayed silent, still watching you.
" She's just so-- perfect. She doesn't belong in our school. I bet you, she's gonna befriend Nancy, and they'll be the nerdy duo. " She mumbled, biting her lip.
" You gonna do somethin' about it? " Tommy smiled, giving carol a look.
She smirked, looking back at him then back to you, who was closing your locker.
" I'll go talk to her. I'll be nice, totally. " She snarled.
Steve watched Carol strut off towards you, he could feel his heart being torn. You just wanted a break, and he could see that. He could.
" Maybe we should just leave her alo- " Steve started, but Tommy quickly cut him off.
" Watch this-- " He snickered, nudging Steve.
Carol stopped behind you, watching with a look of disgust as you walked away, she popped a bubble with her gum, then stopped you.
" Hey! Alaska girl, i wanna talk to you. " She called out.
You froze. Alaska girl? You knew that was you, because who else here moved form Alaska? Nobody. You turned with hesitation, and met her face.
" Uh, yes? " You spoke.
The hallways went silent, everyone turning to watch the interaction.
" Hey girl! So nice to have you here, you know-- You should really try some new clothes.. because-- not to be rude, but these are like the 60's threads. You would tots look so good in my style. " She hummed, giving a wicked smile.
You swallowed, shaking your head, and replying politely.
" Im okay-- I like my style, thanks though. " You murmur softly.
" Oh? Well in that case, I'll be on my way-- and , one more thing.. " She grabbed her water bottle, and unscrewed the cap, lurching the water towards you.
A mantra of gasps, and laughs exploded around you as water drenched you head to toe.
Your throat tightened, when you saw her smug expression. You didn't understand why you were so disliked. You couldn't even try to hold back the tears. When that first soft cry left your lips, you walked away, in utter shame.
The hallways were still booming with the aftershocks of the event. They found it funny, but Steve didn't. He felt horrible.
As Carol retreated back to Steve and Tommy, Tommy was already laughing, and pulling her into his side. While Steve-- He stared at the hallway that you just fled from.
" That was so badass babe- M'god did you see the way she cried? What a pussy. " Tommy snorted.
Steve turned to them, shoving his hands into his pockets, and clearing his throat.
" That wasn't cool, Carol. " He scoffed, striding off in attempt to follow you.
Carol and Tommy scoffed in unison. She looked up at him with a confused look.
" What's his problem. " She murmured.
" He's falling for her. Like he does with every good girl. He's a backstabber, that's what he is. " Tommy huffed, anger flashing in his eyes.
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After successfully escaping from whatever happened, you found yourself in the bathroom by the Sophomore hallway. It was almost empty here, you'd found that out yesterday.
Steve tried, to his best ability, to follow you. He listened to your pitiful cries, until they lead him to the bathrooms.
He peaked his head around the corner, to see you standing Infront of the mirrors, bawling your eyes out, trying to wring out your soaked dress.
Mascara slid down your cheeks like streaks of ink, hair clung to your clammy face. You looked an absolute mess.
It was almost like he didn't have the nerve to talk to you. He didn't want to make you think he was gonna embarrass you even more.
You ended up noticing him first. Seeing him watching through the mirror. You immediately wiped your mascara soaked tears with the back of your hand, and let out a quiet " sorry- " .
Before you had time to leave again, he stopped you gently, standing Infront of you, staring down at those wet eyes.
" Hey-- Look, I'm really sorry about what happened back there. Carol can be a bit much. I'm Steve by the way. " He murmured.
You froze at the softness of his voice. Was he-- was he being nice to you? This wasn't a dream?
He took in your confused expression and spoke again.
" I'm not here to talk you down like them, I honestly don't know why I still hang around those guys. " He scoffed to himself.
" I-- sorry, this is probably a really bad first impression of me. " You sniffled quietly.
He shook his head, shrugging his jacket off of his shoulders.
" Nothin' to be sorry about. I was gonna say something, but I just couldn't. I should be sorry. " He murmured, offering his jacket to you.
You took the black, warm jacket with trembling, cold hands. You sniffled around, and brought it to your face to wipe off the water clung to your skin.
" Thank you-- I just don't know what to do about my dress. " You let out a small hiccup, the thought of it just making you tremble again.
" Hey-- Okay, lets calm down for a second. Yeah? I actually have an extra shirt, n' some shorts in my bag-- It was for PE, but I can miss a grade. They may be a bit too big, but it's something? Just so you dont.. Y'know freeze. " He mumbled.
You blinked. Your heart was beating ever so slightly quicker. You nodded, lips parted.
" Why are you doing this for me? I mean were like completely different people.. " You blurt.
He gives you a shrug, looking you in your pretty, glassy eyes.
" I was in your place once. Your a sweet girl, you don't deserve it. Nobody does. " He murmured.
You gave him a grateful smile, feeling like you'd finally made a friend, one that actually saw through you.
" Stay here, n' ill go grab those clothes for you. Also- that jackets yours now, I have like 20 of the same ones. " He spoke, before jogging off to get you warm quicker.
---
He came back after a couple minutes, panting, but holding his clothes. A shirt he'd gotten from the schools basketball team, and some of his black shorts.
" A'right-- New clothes, here we go. " He breathed.
" I hope this helps. " He held it out to you with a sincere smile.
You took his clothes with a soft smile, and walked into the bathroom. His clothes were warm from being held to his body, and smelt like cologne. Good cologne too.
It was huge on you, and you looked like a tomboy, that was for sure, but he was trying his best to help.
When you walked out, he looked up from staring at the floor and smiled, trying an attempt to make you laugh.
" You look like someone on my basketball team. You feel any better? " He joked, his voice soft.
You let out a soft laugh that made his heart lurch. His love for you was just growing and growing by the second. He already adored everything about you. That pretty laugh, your face, your attitude.
And just like that, after 4 years of not being able to settle down with anyone, he had an itch, that you might be the one.
taglist: @haydensheartt @lilacdreamrxo @storietilman @cciessuzi (taglist open for more just lmk <3 )
summary: Traveling from all the way up north in Alaska, you appear the next day as a new arrival at Hawkins high. Almost every guy ignores you, taking you as too nerdy. One boy sees you, and falls for you. And for the next 6 months, your love for each other sparks like a match begging to be lit.
warnings: nerdy!reader, no use of y/n, bitchy!steve (s1 based), reader being picked on, slow burn, friends to lovers relationship.
word count: 750
a/n: i will make more chapters depending on if you guys like the prologue :) I've been trying to write this for a few weeks, but I'm finally starting it up. also i know its not super duper long, but this is just the prologue. the chapters will be longer! enjoy ^^
The drive to your new house was infuriating, but the first time you pulled into your schools parking lot, it was like you were already being eyed down like a hawk.
It took some nerve to leave your house. You never wanted to leave Alaska. You had the perfect small puddle of friends, ones with similar hobbies, similar style, nobody was judgy. You clicked like a magnet, but that relationship snapped when you left.
Being new to the Indiana roads, you had a very confusing map sat in your lap, as you tried to watch the path, while keeping your eyes on the road. It felt like you'd gotten yourself lost, but you somehow ended up in the correct spot, since you spotted the "HAWKINS HIGH ENTERANCE -> ".
It was crowded just by the look of the building. Cars were parked crooked in multiple spots, some polished like they wiped it down with pure jasmine, and some scratched and banged up. You could already tell this was not going to be a fun year for you.
You pulled your car furthest away from the clutter of people, and other cars. A few people noticed the different model that pulled in. It seemed like everyone was pretty close knit. Close enough that they memorized each others cars. Weird.
When you stepped out, your dress spilled down to your ankles. A light baby pink pattern, with white fringes on the shoulders, and by the rim of the dress. Your hazelnut hair was perfectly curled into a half up half down ponytail, baby hairs framing your face.
It wasn't common to see people like you. All dolled up for school, like a show horse ready for a competition. Since almost everyone was wearing a pair of Levi's, and a polo, or a pretty fringed blouse for the ladies.
As you walked closer to the building, you could already hear the whispers building around you. The way a group of girls would huddle up, and shoot glances at you, like you couldn't see them. Or the points from a group of guys.
Your locker was sat in the middle of the rows. Just great.
" Locker A105. Found you. " You muttered softly to yourself, clicking it open with a few spins of the lock the school had put on for you.
You neatly organized the small space with your binders, books that you'd received for different classes, and some decorations you'd brought with you from Alaska. Just to make something feel like home.
As you nestled into your locker, across the hallway a small group of 3, consisting of 1 girl, and two guys, bantered. But one of them drifted away from the conversation.
Steve Harrington.
Steve's dark brown eyes stared from across the short hallway, his lips parting ever so slightly. His knuckles shoved into his pockets, his legs kicked out Infront of him as he leaned against the wall. He'd never seen you a day in his life, and its like his heart was bursting into two.
" Uh, Harrington? Eyes over here, your missing the best part dude. " Tommy H. mumbled, nudging Steve's shoulder.
He shook his head, turning back to the two, and standing up straight. He brung a hand to his thick hair, running through it.
" Right, sorry. " He exhaled.
" Are you like, okay? What's got you all starry eyed? " Carol Perkins scoffed.
" Or who. " Tommy snickered. Carol nudged him with a grin.
Steve glanced back at you, who was shutting their locker, and walking off.
" Do you guys see her, that girl? I'never seen her around, i bet she's new. " Steve murmured.
" Ugh, she looks like Nancy. I beg you, please do not go after her Steve. She's only gonna dump you like Nancy did. " Carol gave him a look.
That was true. You did look like Nancy. Pretty face, nerdy style. But you could be completely different.
" I'm not gonna fall for her, Carol. Done with girls. " Steve spoke, looking down at the ground. Although trying to push down the allegations, he couldn't help the way he quickly searched for you from the corner of his eyes.
Carol only rolled her eyes, then turned back to Tommy to carry on the conversation. Steve accepted the fact you were gone, and rejoined the banter. But he was no longer focused, his mind glued to the girl his heart beat a little quicker for.
taglist: @haydensheartt @storietilman @cciessuzi (taglist open for more c: )
hii i just read ur christmas fic and the part at the end where joe thanks reader for giving him grayson made me wonder how him and grayson would wake reader up on mother’s day🥹🥹
If it werent for you.
pairing: daddy!joe x fem!reader
warnings: soft!joe, mothers day, FLUFFFF, kinda sad, emotional joe will always get me ugh, married!relationship. i think thats it?
word count: 1.32k wc
a/n: i actually loved this idea so much, n the fact I could see Joe doing this if he had a kid makes it so much better, thank u for the req, ily ^^
The sun barely had time to peak through the windows, before Joe was waking up Grayson.
Today was mothers day, and every year for 3 years straight, Joe would wake up Grayson and make him help dedicate the day to you.
Grayson was snuggled in his crib, his onesie that his body refused to grow of clinging to his body. His brown hair stuck up in everyway, just like Joe's did when he woke up.
Joe padded in, and shut the door behind him, very quietly. Ever since you became a mom, its like you could hear a mouse breathing.
He walked over to the crib with a fond, but excited smile on his face. He watched Grayson for a moment, before reaching down to gently stroke his cheek, his big hand patting Grayson's side.
" Hey bubs- you gotta get up. S'mama's day. " He murmured. Joe had always called it "Mamas Day" since Grayson seemed to understand it better than "Mothers day".
Grayson's dark lashes fluttered against his cheeks, soft puffs of air huffing through his tiny nose. His hands reached up for Joe's, fingers curling into his sleeve.
His sleep worn eyes finally opened after a few blinks, squinting from the dark. He pushed himself up with a soft whine, Joe taking him into his arms.
" G'morning buddy- You slept well, i can tell. " He hummed in acknowledgment to his frizzy hairdo.
Grayson let out another soft whimper, burying his face into Joe's hoodie.
" Y'wanna go make a card for mama? Draw her a nice picture, for Mamas day? Hm? " He cooed, his hand rubbing broad stripes up his back.
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Joe let Grayson wake up a little more, changing him into a hoodie, and some shorts, fixing his hair, then quietly bringing him downstairs for some milk.
The two flex back upstairs into Grayson's room after he was fed. While they were downstairs, Joe had managed to grab the card and envelope from the cabinet where he hid it from you, and brought it up with them.
He plopped Grayson into the chair at his tiny little desk, setting his box of crayons out.
Joe also decorated the card, like the big baby he was. He mainly let Grayson do the coloring, since he'd most likely throw a fit if Joe colored more than he did.
" Looks good buddy. Your mama is gonna love us forever. " He mumbled, Grayson cooed in response.
" I go wake up mama? " Grayson babbled, bringing the crayon to his slobbery mouth.
Joe moved the crayon from his mouth, and smiled.
" Not yet, y'gotta finish your card. Then we gotta go get her gifts from downstairs. Then we can go wake up mama. " He spoke softly. Grayson nodded, and scribbled another drawing onto the paper.
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After Grayson had filled up the card with messy hearts, and a very wobbly " i lov yu mama ', Joe slid it into the envelope, and sealed it.
" Looks so good, shes gonna love it. " He kissed Graysons cheek.
Grayson gave him a toothly smile, and clapped his hands onto his knees. Joe helped him out of the chair, and onto his hip.
" Alright- We gotta go get her gifts, yeah? Be nice n' quiet okay? " He spoke.
They traveled downstairs again, silently. Joe moved into the garage, careful to not set the alarm off, and slipped out into the oil smelling room.
He handed Grayson two small gifts from the back of his truck, while he carried the bigger ones.
When they returned upstairs, Joe made sure Grayson was able to hold the boxes without dropping them, and they slowly made their ways to the master bedroom, where you and Joe slept.
Joe pushed open the door with his socked foot, quietly padding in.
" Go say it- " Joe smiled, giving Grayson a smile.
Grayson giggled, and waddled up to your bedside, before blurting out.
" Happy mofers day mommy! " He exclaimed, his giggle waking you up, aswell as the lamp by your bedside.
You sat up in confusion. You strictly told him not to spend money on you, but you just could never stay mad at Joe or Grayson.
" Happy Mothers day, babe. " He spoke sweetly, leaning down to kiss your cheek.
You could feel your heart melting. You threw the blanket off your lap, opening your arms for Grayson to jump into.
He dropped the gifts onto the ground, and plunged into your arms with that contagious giggle.
" Thank you baby-- Thank you Joe. Love you guys so much. " You smile.
You take your time opening all your gifts, your thankfulness showing with every new item you receive. Until you get to the card.
When you open it, its like you could feel your heart burst inside of your chest.
" wead' it mommy, wead it! " Grayson jumped in excitement, turning back to Joe who had one of the most proud smiles you'd ever seen him wear.
" Okay. " You smile.
" Der Mama. Happy mofers day!! i lov yu so much yu arr the best mama in the wourld! "
It wasnt much, but you knew it was enough. Grayson wasn't even in school yet. You knew Joe probably helped him with the lettering, but it still made you want to cry.
" Thank you so much babyboy-- this is so sweet, mommy loves it very much. " You murmur into his hair, as you pull him into another hug.
You couldn't cry infront of Grayson. He acted on whatever he saw. So if you were crying, he'd probabaly start crying.
" Thank you both, I really didn't need any of this-- I love it all. " You smile, your eyes fogging up.
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A few hours later, at around 12:30, Grayson was in his room, knawing on some of the chocolate you got, which you so kindly let him steal a few of.
You cried earlier, because of the letter from your Son. Because this was the first year he'd ever done anything like that. Plus, he was in pre k, and that meant he was trying for you.
Joe walked into the room, his arms already opening for you, and you walked into them. His arms wrapped around you, and his lips peppered little kisses all over your face.
" You almost made me cry by the way- " Joe smiled into your hair.
That made you smile. Sighing into his hoodie, you explain.
" Its just- Thats the first time hes ever like.. i dunno- wrote to me. It felt special. Everything did. You really shouldn't have done that for me, I didn't need it. " You spoke, already trying to put up that defensive wall you got whenever he spent a litttle to much money on you,
" Ah ah-- No. Listen, you had my baby, you will have my gifts, and you will accept all the receipts i spend on you, because I love you. I don't care about money, when it comes to you or him. You say you don't deserve it, but your the one who gave me that 3 year old in the other room. " He spoke softly into your hair. He tried to be stern, but Joe could never. He could even be upset at Grayson, so he definitely couldn't be upset with you.
" I know I can go a liiitle overboard for you sometimes, but I do it because I love watching that stuff. I love watching you give Grayson hugs, I love watching you thank him. I love watching you with our baby. "
You smiled into the neckline of his hoodie. You didn't know what it was, but every time Joe thanked you for having his baby, it made you get all soft and mushy inside. Like loving him all over again.
taglist: @haydensheartt (open for more ppl if you want to reach my new works quicker!!)
warnings: soft!joe, babys first christmas aw omg, fluff, FLUFFY PLEASE KNOW THAT, i think thats it?
word count: 1.00k wc
a/n: i love writing daddy joe UHGHHHG. GRAYSONS BACK AYAY!! THANK U FOR THE REQUEST LYSMM :)) also guys i promise im doing my requests dont yell at me pls
Christmas mornings were always just a regular day to you and Joe. Maybe a few extra kisses, and a little more affection than usual-- but you have a baby now.
It was stressful, spending weeks looking for something you werent even sure Grayson would like. You'd buy something, then return it, then repeat that process. Eventually you settled on around 6 presents, all full of chew toys, and those obnoxious learning toys.
You and Joe had spent all night wrapping, and perfectly lining them under the tree, even shedding a few tears. Because it was emotional. It was his first christmas, and it was just very different.
When morning came, you and Joe spent some time downstairs, making sure everything looked absolutely perfect for Grayson. Not like he would care, he was nearly 5 months old. But still, its the thought that counts.
The faint green light above the stove read " 6:34 ". Early light filtered through the windows like rays of soft gold. The smell of coffee, and christmas candles wafted through the house, making it extra cozy.
It was when you heard that first little wail, you jumped in excitement. You quietly ran to his room, only to see Grayson on his knees, leaning against the crib railing, as he sobbed.
" G'morning grayy- " You cooed, reaching into the crib for his chubby body.
His tiny hands clutched your shirt as you pulled him against you. His wet face fell onto your shoulder, that messy head of hair brushing against your neck.
You pressed a soft kiss to his head, then lowered him down onto the changing table. He sat down with a little plop, his eyes were squinting when he looked up at you. He was adorable.
After changing his diaper, and getting him into that Santa onesie, you picked him up, and carried him into the living room. Joe was on his phone on the couch, slouched against the armrest with his glasses hanging low on his nose.
His head turned when he heard your footsteps, and Grayson's soft noises. A smile bled onto his face, immediately standing up and holding out his hands to cup his face.
" Hey buddy- " He mumbled, taking him from your arms, and into his.
" You see what Santa brough you? " He cooed, turning his head towards the glimmering tree.
His eyes were wide with curiosity, darting around to see all of the different lights, and the decorations strung up. A string of drool spilled down his chin, and onto Joe's hand.
Joe didn't seem to notice, he wouldn't care regardless. He's gotten more spit up on him than anything.
Grayson was sat on the floor, a little wobbly at first, but eventually he sat up on his chubby legs.
You and Joe sat behind him, watching as he slowly crawled towards the boxes under the tree. His clammy hands reached out for a box, pulling it into his hold.
He looked back at you and Joe, eyes still wide. Joe had pulled out his phone, recording the moment like he'd never see him open presents again.
" Open it dude, see whatcha' got. " Joe spoke, the tiniest smirk pulling on his lips.
You had left a little piece of wrapping paper on the side for him to open everything easier, since you knew he wouldn't be able to with his tiny fingers.
He pulled at the paper, tearing it up. He held onto the paper, clearly more interested in that then his actual gift. Joe had to take the paper from him so he'd actually ackowledge the box.
He looked down at the gift with wide eyes, drool dropping onto it. Then, the most addictive toothy grin broke out onto his face. It was one of his favorite characters from a random childrens series.
His cackle carried through the room, pure and unfiltered baby giggles. Joe looked at you from behind the camera, one of those smug smiles he always did.
You looked back at him, laughing quietly. Grayson had never laughed this hard at anything before, so this was different.
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The rest of the morning went the same. Grayson opening gifts, staring at them, just to play with the wrapping paper more.
Grayson was currently on his playmat in the living room, cluttering his toys around, while you and Joe watched from the kitchen.
Joe had a cup of coffee in his hand, his other hand resting on your waist while you stood infront of him.
His eyes were locked onto your face, as you focused on your phone, looking over the photos and videos you got of Grayson that morning.
You felt eyes on you, and looked up. Joe was staring you down, with the prettiest smile. You returned the smile with furrowed brows.
" What? " You murmured.
" Nothin'. " He shook his head with a shrug, his thumb stroking your waist through your hoodie.
" I love you. A lot. I know it sounds sappy, but you made my day. Truly. " He smiled, taking a sip from his mug.
" When I found out you were pregnant, I didn't know how to react. But now- I wouldn't want it any other way. Thank you for letting me see my babies first christmas, today. " He mumbled, his smile turning so fond, so sweet.
You could feel your heart clench at his words. They were all true, because you knew him. Joe wouldn't sweettalk about that if it weren't true.
" Oh- Joe.. " You smiled with a frown, standing onto your tippy toes to wrap your arms around his neck and hug him tight.
He sat his mug down, his hands circling around your back, hands rubbing broad stripes up and down. His face tucked into your neck, his eyes shutting.
Joe was never a person to let out his feelings like that. And the fact he thanked you for that kind of stuff made you fall in love with him all over again.
warnings: MDNI, smut, cockwarming, oral sex (m recieving), kinda fluffy idk, no use of y/n, not proofread!
word count: 1.07k wc
a/n: my first smut, and my first keys fic :)) this gave me butterflies ngl, im ovulating let a girl live TvT. I hope u guys enjoy, and please know im trying to get to my reqsss :))
It was late at the office. The moon was hung high, the stars twinkled bright, the cricked chirped. It was nice. Just what Keys was looking forward to after a looong day of being stuck in a crowded office.
Keys sat in his cubicle, fingers typing a steady rate, his glasses hung low on the tip of his nose, and his tounge just barely peaking out from the corner of his mouth.
Keys, and the rest of the office had been working on "Free City 1" for what felt like forever now. You, obviously had no interest, but Keys was a total nerd, and he did. He took his job, VERY seriously.
Only a few people remained in the building. Elevator numbers ticking occasionally, or the brewing of coffee from the breakroom. You were here too, which was new.
You never really showed face around the office. You had no reason to. You'd usually wait for Keys to come home, or wait to facetime him if he went to Millie's instead.
His eyes were focused on the coding screen in front of him, pupils dilated on every bracket, brows furrowing with focus. He didn't even hear you walk up, until a hand brushed his shoulder.
" J-Jesus! " He jumped, taking off his headphones, and turning to see who spooked him. It was you.
" Babe.. Christ, I almost choked on my own spit. " He huffed, turning in his roly chair to face you.
He noticed the steaming cup of coffee you held out for him, and took it with a smile, his lips grazing your hand with a small peck.
" Thanks, been needing one for hours. "
You hummed in acknowledgement, turning his chair slightly so you could sit down right between his legs.
A soft grunt left his lips since you blocked his view, but he quickly maneuvered you so he could see again. His arms wrapped around you waist, his chin resting against your shoulder, as he clicked.
For a few minutes, you watched. Listening to the clicking of his mouse, and the soft exhales from him.
" Keys, baby? " You spoke, your hand finding his, fingers lacing through his thicker ones.
" Hm? " He hummed, eyes darting from the screen, to the keyboard, typing out a code.
You stayed quiet for a moment, debating on if you should really say anything or not. But it was keys, he'd never say no. Right?
" I want you. " Your voice was soft, taunting in a way.
You could feel him pause, feel his abdomen tense under your back. His hands stilled against the keyboard, and he blinked. Then sighed.
" Well.. uh-- I y'know.. I'm pretty busy honey.. I can't fuck you right now- " He spoke, his eyes looking at the side of your face, from his spot on your shoulder.
You shrugged, hands pulling from is.
" You don't have to. I can like jerk you off or something.. while you work? I'll be so good, I promise. " You murmur, your hands stilling on his thigh.
You could hear the subtle hitch in his breath, a shallow swallow.
" I-- Yeah.. Yeah okay, that's fine. " He mumbled, his voice tense and shaky.
---
The hardwood was cold against your knees, the fabric of your jeans straining against your thighs.
Your hands were on his knees, nose bumping into his abdomen occasionally. Your lips were wrapped around his cock in a way that made him want to absolutely lose it.
Luckily, everyone else had left, and it was just the two of you.
The second you had even unzipped his jeans he melted into putty. And apparently you had to behave.
" fff-- fuck.. baby you should you'd be good- " He whimpered, eyes squeezing shut, as his head fell back against his chair.
You gave a small bob of your head in response, then mumbled around him.
" I am, i just preferred a blowjob, instead of a hand job. " You shrugged, before swallowing his cock back into your throat.
He was thick, and hard. That prominent vein on the underside of his dick continuously rubbed against the walls of your mouth, and it made something in your stomach flip. Who knew being a nerd gave you a massive cock?
He completely abandoned his laptop, just focused on trying not to moan. Keys was a dork, and one thing you've learned with him during sex, is that he never shuts up.
Keys was definitely a whiner. Always moaning, and panting over the smallest things. You hadn't even made him come, and he was already a mess in your mouth.
As you bobbed around him, your free hand moved to grip his base, the parts you weren't always able to reach, and gave him a few strokes. Precum eased out of his flushed tip, and onto your tounge, salty, and warm.
" Nngh-- please, please.. " He whined, his tummy tensing, and his thighs shaking as they clamped around your head.
You hummed around him in response, running your tounge along the underside of his cock, tracing that thick vein.
That seemed to get him off, his hips bucked up into your mouth, causing a soft moan to spill from your lips at how full he just made you feel.
A mantra of needy moans, and whimpers fell from his mouth like tiny prayers. Hot spurts of cum shot into your mouth, and you greedily swallowed it all, even the bits that dribbled down your chin.
His orgasm was quick, they always were. His cock was limp in your mouth, pulsing with aftershock. You popped off, leaving him coated in your saliva, and his arousal.
His eyes fluttered shut for a minute, his hand coming up to run a hand through his hair.
You moved out from under the desk, helping him back into his jeans, and planting a kiss right onto the top of his head.
" Love you keysie. " You mumbled softly against his head.
Even though he was utterly exhausted, and pleased, he managed to speak.
" Love you too sweet girl. I'll be home in a few. Drive safe. " He mumbled, continuing to type on his keyboard.
You smiled, ruffling his greasy hair. But before you could leave, he stopped you.
