Both having busy schedules and working in different cities, the reader and Ewan make an effort to keep contact with each other. Will Ewan ever make his feelings known? Will a possible scandal derail their budding romance?
A beautiful floral arrangement awaits you as you return to your hotel suite in LA.
Luxury red roses preserved in an elegant black velvet box, accompanied by a printed note on the side.
Congratulations on your new project, darling.
All my love, Ewan.
Your assistant had alluded to a special package having arrived just before you came in, and you're met with this.
It's the loveliest of gestures and you instantly wish to call Ewan to express your thanks. However the hour is late, the digital clock face reading 10 pm. You'd had a long day at work, having gone through the entirety of rehearsals once more. Filming will officially begin in September, and your focus is much needed as you step into a new role.
Noting the time difference - it would only be around 6 am in the UK - you decide to put off calling him for tomorrow.
It's only been a week since he first confessed that he misses you, and since then, he's had no trouble saying it each time you speak, almost as if the floodgates are opened and he's more confident in expressing himself with you.
I told you, Phia had simply said when you shared this with her.
The strong possibility of Ewan harbouring feelings for you has caused you to become distracted the past few days. If he does, why hasn't he asked you out yet? Granted, you'll be working long-distance for a while, but still.
You quickly wind down from a long day and soon find yourself comfortably huddled in blankets with your laptop propped open in front of you. Winding down, of course, includes some time scrolling on your phone or watching things without a care.
A new video catches your attention on Youtube's home page. One of the segments from Ewan's Vanity Fair feature.
Ewan Mitchell on his firsts and currents
You smile to yourself before you even realise it.
The video starts with Ewan introducing himself - "Hi, Vanity Fair. I'm Ewan Mitchell and I'm here to talk about my different firsts and currents." - He smirks at the camera. You smirk right back as if he can see you.
"So first ever role?" he says, directed by prompts behind the camera. "Technically, my first ever role was for a very small, short film called Stereotype ..." He laughs, remembering how young and inexperienced he was. "... and my current role - none other than the One-Eyed Prince. So far, my favourite as well I have to say."
He continues with his first and current favourite film, pets, song or type of music to get into character... and so on...
Then he gets asked about - his first ever and his current celebrity crush - "Uhhhmm," he looks to the side bashfully, clicking his tongue as he thinks of the simplest answer, "I don't think I had celebrity crushes growing up. It could have been some of the actors I admired, that inspired me... "
Such a classic Ewan answer, that one. You wonder how he would also dodge the question of his current celebrity crush.
"As for my current crush... well... it might be someone from the cast of House of the Dragon, actually." He smiles knowingly, as if he's aware that your stomach is in knots as you watch. Who will he say? Phia? Olivia?
"I really admire ... " He says your name, and your eyes widen like saucers. "She's an amazing actress - I think we can all agree - and a very dear person to me... "
Ewan, you sneaky charming bastard.
" ... so yeah," he shrugs, nonchalantly, but he surely knows he just sent you - and the entire fandom - into a tailspin. "I guess you could say she's my current celebrity crush."
Curious, you pick up your phone and get to scrolling. You've turned all your notifications off, not wanting to become occupied because of them during work.
Sure enough, it's an endless flurry of likes, comments, and messages.
In your most recent post, tons of people comment about Ewan's interview, trying to bring it to your attention.
hotdpolska29: girl, go watch Ewan's Vanity Fair video RIGHT. NOW.
melodygellerr: be honest, is this photo for Ewan???
peraltajake99: now she has to say that Ewan's her celebrity crush too !!!
cassiethemendler: forget Ewan... guys she's acc with jacob frickin elordi. Did yall not see the pictures
There's simply too many comments to go through. One statement and already everyone has formed their own opinion, their own conclusion about how things are in your personal life. It's one of the drawbacks of being in the public eye, and you still don't fully know how to handle it.
As part of PR for your new film, you and Jacob had been tapped to make appearances in public together, photographers hired to make it seem like the two of you are on a date.
The whole thing confused you. You're friends with Jacob, and naturally you hang out with him anyway. All this celebrity subterfuge seems unnecessary. But he was kind enough to guide you through it. "It's just part of the job," Jacob assured. "This whole Hollywood thing is silly, isn't it?"
Since you're both single actors, it wouldn't hurt for people to believe you might be dating. It attracts attention and any publicity is good as they say.
As long as you know what's true, then the public can believe whatever they want.
You end up liking and responding to some comments, and ignoring most of the other ones that pry too much into your private life. Never mind the haters, who also give their own two cents about your alleged involvements with Ewan or Jacob.
Suddenly, the screen is brightened from an incoming call from Ewan One-Eye . You are still pleased with yourself about the name. Your excitement is spiked as you press answer. Having a crush never gets old.
"Mornin', you," you greet him. 11 pm for you in LA, 7 am for him in England.
"Evening, darling," he says with a smile. He's still in bed, with one hand behind his head while the other has his phone pressed to his ear. First thing in the morning, and he feels compelled to call you. If that's any indication, the boy doesn't lie when he says he misses you every day. "You about to go to bed?" he queries.
"Mhmm," you hum, lying down and mirroring his position. "By the way, I think I've got a secret admirer or something."
"What? Who?"
Struggling to hold back a laugh, you continue, "I think you're missing the point of a secret admirer."
"Yeah, yeah," he sighs. "Anyway, what's going on? Are they bothering you?" He sounds worried already, but a bit more should be fun.
"No, but I found a box from them in my room."
"Did they break in?" He sits half-upright, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "Are you okay?"
"I'm okay," you breathe out a tired laugh. "Ewan, I'm - " ... kidding, you want to confess, but he rambles on.
"If you need me, I can take the next flight out."
"Ewan - honey - I am messing with you. I do appreciate the floral arrangment box, by the way, thank you."
A beat of silence. He slumps back down on his pillows. A smile creeps up unrestrained on his lips. He fondly thinks that his girl almost gave him a heart attack at 7 am.
And he loves it.
"You're welcome," he replies. "And if I wasn't fully wake before, then I am now. Good work, darling."
You're pleased - he didn't deny the admirer bit of it all.
"Seriously now, thank you. They're the best surprise after a long work day."
"I'm glad you like them," he says sincerely. "Rehearsals still going on?"
"Yup, two more weeks of this, then a month-long break, and finally filming in Atlanta."
"Hmm," he says, then pauses, framing his next question as best he can. "Are you... do they... that PR relationship business, is that - "
You help him to it. "Well, technically, yeah," you respond. "But they're not laying it on thick with Jacob and I. Everything is alleged by the media and no one will make any sure statements."
When you shared the truth of the pap walk, he had a bunch of questions about it. He had sounded detached and cold at the beginning of that call. Then you complained about relationships for publicity, and he quickly got the gist. You'd think his mood took a complete 360 then.
From sounding completely disinterested with Jacob, Ewan then took to reassuring you that he's a good guy who would respect your boundaries. He's still not a fan of the whole thing, but it's your job.
And... well... it's not like he's your boyfriend or anything. What claim could he have over you?
"And something you said has the public divided," you add.
"What did I say?" he smirks, playing it coy.
"Ewan."
"You're going to have to elaborate, darling."
An idea pops up in your mind. Two can play at this game, Mitchell. "Listen, I'm flattered that I'm apparently your celebrity crush, but you can't say shit like that! I don't think my boyfriend Jacob would appreciate it. He's very protective, you know."
A full minute passes, you hear his heavy breathing on the other line. He wants to curse out at the picture you presented but holds back for you.
Then, "You're so funny, darling."
You laugh genuinely, and all his worries dissipate. "I know."
"A downright comedian."
"Thank you."
"I can't believe you're my celebrity crush," he sighs dramatically.
"You put that on to yourself, mate."
"Hmm." He sure did. He wasn't lying in that interview - you are his celebrity crush, but that seems reductive. He likes you, he misses you, he loves being around you. "The only right answer would have been you. You're the one I think about all the time."
He says things like this, so sweetly, and it's everything. It drives you off kilter that you get tongue-tied at work when you think about it.
But he hasn't said or done anything more. The flowers were a nice touch, sure. Maybe he's gearing up to it? Does he have something up his sleeve?
In the moment, it appears not. He's flirty, as he always is, but you've had a damn long day and the butterflies in your stomach are exhausted too.
"Ewan, I'm gonna go to bed."
"Oh. Right."
"Long day tomorrow. You know how it is."
"Of course. I... I miss you, darling. Sleep well."
"Mhmm," you find yourself responding, not mirroring his statement. "Bye, have a good day."
You end the call, wondering if he caught on at the end. Perhaps you sounded a bit too dismissive, but a voice in your head says, hey - if he wants you, he gonna have to show you. It'll take a lot more than flattery and banter to win your heart completely.
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That night in London, Ewan sits in a corner booth of a pub with Tom, Luke and Elliott and it's relatively causal, with the boys just catching up over a few pints.
Until Luke mentions you and Jacob, questioning whether that whole story was real or not.
"Absolutely not," Ewan says immediately, shifting in his Adidas tracksuit as if to take up more space so the boys will pay attention. "I talked to her about it and it's all just PR nonsense, trust me."
"Look at this one gettin' all defensive." Tom claps Ewan on the back in jest.
"Well it's true," Ewan just shrugs. "They're not together."
Elliott jumps in, eager to rile Ewan up even more. "For now at least. I've heard that these PR couple things eventually get a little too real, if you know what I mean. The lines tend to get blurred."
Ewan slings his pint back, before engaging. "What do you mean?"
"Well, look at it this way," Elliott explains. "She hangs out with the guy a lot. They laugh, dine and work together. Maybe they even have to make out several times for the film. It's easy for feelings to spring up from all that business."
"Life imitates art, innit?" Luke offers.
"Yeah, maybe soon it won't just be PR. I've heard of some celebrity couples who did that," Elliott says.
Luke adds, "Wasn't there that one PR couple that got married and all? Who was it - I can't remember now - "
Tom intervenes, wary of the way with which Ewan grips his pint glass. "That's all nonsense, come on. Surely that's not a common occurence. I worked with all you guys, and I can't stand any of ya. If anything, she'll be so sick of Jacob after they work together." That earns him a laugh from the twins, who then assign him to get the next round as payment for that jibe.
Ewan stays silent, his mind whirring. Usually, the boys wouldn't mind. They know it's just his way, being a focused and observant lad on and off set. But they sense something else underneath.
The twins share a look, a bit guilty due to Ewan's expression.
Ewan looks up and reassures the table, "Hey, it's alright. Whatever she chooses to do, I get it."
"But come on, mate," Tom says. "Everyone knows you like her. Literally everyone. Even she knows it, I bet. Why don't you just make the bloody move already?"
"I dunno," Ewan starts, not sure of the answer himself, "it just didn't seem like the right time, with her being off across the pond for the rest of the year."
"So what, you're just going to let it slide? Do you want her or not?"
"Mmm, I do." Ewan keeps to himself most of the time. But Tom's got a way to loosen his taut edges.
"Well, as promised, I'm gonna get us all another round," Tom declares, earning cheers from the twins.
Two pints turned into three, then six, seven and so on. Pretty soon, the lads get properly and well smashed. Ewan's never been the biggest drinker, but when the social situation calls for it, he can put them back just as well as the next guy from the Midlands.
"So come clean, mate," Tom drawls, his arm slung around Ewan's shoulders. "Are you in love with her already or what?"
Ewan laughs, rubbing a hand over his face to wake up a little. It doesn't work - the glare of the warm overhead lights is strong and make him feel woozy.
"Could be," he says. "But that's none of your business." Smirking, he points at Luke, "Or yours," then at Elliott, "or yours."
"Hey! C'mon," Tom protests, feigning hurt. "Am I not going to be the best man at the wedding?"
"No way, Aegon the Magnanimous," Ewan shakes his head. "My brother'll be the best man."
"So there will be a wedding," Luke says. "Does the bride know about it?"
"He hasn't even asked her out yet," Elliott teases. "I triple dare you to ask her out right now. Right fuckin' now, Ewan."
"No," Ewan says, but in his sloshed out state, he secretly considers just doing it. "I gotta go for a smoke, lads. Tom was right, I can't stand you anymore."
"Oh, boo!" Tom shoves him out of the booth. "Hurry back, lover boy."
Ewan makes his way to the alley behind the pub. He's thankful that a pub at midnight offers the perfect setting to disappear into anonymity. Everyone's just as drunk or they simply don't care about celebrity culture.
He takes a few puffs of his cigarette, the nicotine quickly reawakening his nerves. Thinking back to the twin's suggestion, he thinks, why the hell not? Why shouldn't he ask you out already? Who cares about the PR shite? If word gets around that you're his, the facade about you and Jacob will get shelved.
With his cig lodged between his teeth, he has to take extra care to call you, the glare of the screen not doing wonders for his inebriation.
The lines beeps, and he's met with your voicemail. You must still be at work or just getting off it.
Still with Jacob. Something in him stirs, and it's not just the bloody alcohol.
He clears his throat, prompted by the notification to leave a message - "Hey, darling. Hey... beautiful... I guess I'm missing you and I... I miss you, isn't that funny?" he starts, proud of himself for making the joke. "I'm out with the lads right now... had a couple of pints. Maybe one too many? I don't know. And... uhhh - "
He stomps his smoke under his shoe, nervous ticks getting the best of him. Here he goes, make it or break it. "I was thinking about you. As I always do. Because I've never felt like this about anyone before. Ever. And I'm sorry it took me this long to ask, but I want to be with you. No - that's not right, it's too quick... I mean, yes, I want to be with you, but I gotta do this right. I want to take you out, properly, on a date. Will you... will you please? I've got some business stateside and I could have that scheduled sooner, and I could come see you. And we could... I just want to see you. So fucking badly, baby. I - I - okay then, I suppose that's all. Good... good morning? No - evening. You're beautiful and I just..." he sighs deeply, because words will never do you justice. "... goodbye."
The line cuts off and he tucks his phone away. Smiling to himself, he feels euphoric from getting that off his chest. The message was coherent enough, he thinks proudly, and it couldn't have sounded better all things considering.
If he could pat himself on the back, he most definitely would. He can already see it, the perfect first date with you.
The lads are going to go nuts over this, he knows for certain. He makes his way back inside the pub, a boy renewed.
A lover boy, as Tom and Phia call him.
No truer words have been spoken.
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It's 10 pm yet again when you make it back to your suite. Having notifications on your phone turned off while you're at work, you're met with a barage of messages and the usual social media frenzy.
But only one thing stands out - a voice message from Ewan One-Eye, sent just around 4 hours ago.
You settle in for the night, making sure you're all prepped to go to bed before playing it, thinking you can maybe call him afterward.
You hear the beep, and the message starts - "Hey, darling... uhhhh so hey, I - uh fuck I'm missing you right now, must be at work eh? And I miss you - " You note how he sounds drowsy but his words are punctuated. Like he's making an actual effort to simply speak. You realise he must be drunk. What's a drunk Ewan doing calling you? " - that's so funny, innit? Which suits cause I'm just a bloody joke cause I took too long... to tell you... that I... I think about you all the time, I'mcrazyboutyou y'know... I wanna be with you... withyou - " He's drunk, you keep reminding yourself that he's drunk. But the effect of his words aren't diminished. He's got you hooked. " - I got work out there too... so I'll - uhhh - see you then and... take you out then and - fuck - kiss ya... I want to kiss you so fucking badly, baby. You're perfect for me, and so beautiful, and I wish Aemond would wed your character cause - as th'twins said - life imitates art!" He snickers at his own remark, and it's the most endearing thing ever. "So... yeah, good, darling. Goodb - " and the line cuts off.
"What the fuck," is all you can speak out into the quiet room. Lying back on your pillows, you actually laugh out loud and kick your feet like a puppy-love drunk highschooler.
The sun is rising across the pond and Ewan has probably just made it back home, immediately collapsing in his bed all wasted.
But he's getting a call tomorrow - and you pray to the fictional Westerosi gods that his intentions are clear, drunk or otherwise.
Kismet is a funny thing. Once a fan of the show, you're now an actress on it, about to date the Aemond Targaryen.
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Ewan's eyes flutter open. The sunlight is weakly coming in from the window shutters in his room. Confused, he glances at the digital clock face and it reads 6:18 PM.
So he slept through the whole day. Brilliant.
It's unlike him to mind his phone first thing after waking up, so he trudges to his bathroom to douse his face with cold water and brush his teeth for a good long while, trying to recall the events of the previous night.
It had the usual workings of a proper pub night with his lads, and he barely remembers the last night he got that sloshed. But anyway, all in good fun, and he genuinely enjoys their company so it must be worth the pounding headache he feels right now.
The lads... an unknown and possibly excessive number of pints... Oasis playing on the speakers... Tom generously buying a round of drinks for everyone in the pub... and of course, you.
The memory has his attention, and he thumbs through his phone as he makes his way to his kitchen to prep his staple black coffee with seven sugars.
He remembers it - kind of - leaving a voicemail, and he's pleased that he finally, finally asked you out. Never mind that it took him getting drunk off his noggin to do it.
But there's nothing from you. Not a message, nor a missed call, nor a voice note.
He tries not to let it worry him right away, but it does. Maybe you didn't hear it yet. Maybe you were too tired from work and weren't checking your voicemails.
Maybe... maybe...
His phone suddenly buzzes in his palm and he mumbles, fuck's sake, out of surprise. But it's not you calling. It's his publicist.
"Hello, good evening. How are you doing?" he greets cordially.
"Ewan!" she exclaims. "Finally! I've been trying to get a hold of you all day."
"Oh, right," he says guiltily, "I'm so sorry, I just had a long night and - "
"I know, Ewan, I know. The whole country - no - the whole world knows by now. Bloody hell, it's always The Sun, isn't it? Those idiots, I swear."
He straightens at that. If a tabloid is involved, it can't be good news. "What's happened?"
His publicist sighs, ready to relay the news, "The Sun did a story on you and the other cast members. About having a wild night out in the pub. It's useless fodder, really, nothing wrong with having a night out."
"Right, right... but - " Ewan says, sensing there's something more. Something worse.
"There's a picture of you with a girl - "
"What?"
"I think I've seen her before. She must be a cousin of the Tittensors? You know her, of course."
"I... I don't - "
"Anyway, according to the paper, you and her were flirting it up a storm at the pub. She had her arm around you and everything. Do you want to look it up now? I can give you a moment. I'll stay on the line."
"Fuck," Ewan mutters to himself as he does a quick search of his name. The headlines make him wish he never did so.
House of the Dragon Stars On A Wild Night Out: INSIDE SCOOP!
EWAN MITCHELL SPOTTED WITH MYSTERY LADY
Aemond Targaryen IN LOVE? See PICTURES Inside!
"I don't think I remember her," he swears to his publicist, "I was just drinking with the lads and there might have been others that joined us but I - what the fuck - I don't - "
"It's okay, Ewan," she reassures him. "We can deal with this. This bullshit just comes with the job, as you should know. It'll be fine."
No, it's not fine.
Because it dawns on him why he hasn't heard back from you.
When Jake picks your ID up from the floor at the Hard Deck, he has no expectations that he's about to be in for a wild ride. But when he learns that you're looking for Rooster and why you're at the bar in the first place, he starts to feel more possessive than he should. You're young and stubborn and about to get yourself into trouble. Maybe he would prefer if you got into it with him instead. "It's a bad idea," he said, and then your lips were on his.
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General series warnings: 18+, smut, loss of virginity, age gap, language. Check each chapter for specific warnings.
Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn't be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust. Completed, Posting in Progress
Warnings: 18+ Minors: GTFO; I don’t serve your kind here.
"*" indicates explicit sexual content (each chapter will feature its own warnings as needed), language, alcohol/drug use, drunk!Bucky, drunk!/high!Reader, pick-me!oc, angst, mentions of CSA, angst, emotional affair, angst, physical infidelity (dependent on your pov), canon-level violence, emotional trauma, did I mention angst?, some fluffy moments, destructive behavior, injury, medical conditions, poorly translated Russian, unprotected anonymous sex, murder, minor oc character death, mentions of SA and torture, underage drug use, mentions of sex trafficking, mention of child injury.
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A/N: And here I present unto you, my beloved, the fruit of my labors these many past moons. Seven months in the making. My magnum opus.
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Warnings: major angst, breakups, heartbreak, allusions to cheating, self doubt, mean!Steve, King!Steve, hurt/comfort, love triangle, mentions of an ED, past trauma. Eddie x reader ending.
Parings: Steve Harrington x fem!cheerleader!reader | Eddie Munson x fem!reader | Steve Harrington x Nancy Wheeler
Summary: Steve was slipping through your fingers and you desperately held onto him not realizing that his heart wasn’t yours anymore. Dealing with the aftermath of your breakup turns out to be harder than you thought. Steve’s presence still lingers and while he keeps a hold of your heart, someone else sneaks their way into it too.
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paring: eddie munson x oc!harrington, steve harrington x oc!harrington (platonic)
summary: Scout Vera Harrington was the popular girl with a rebellious side. After graduation, she let that side loose. The crazy blonde biker with an insane reputation among the rest of Hawkins.
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Then there’s Heidi tomorrow night, but the problem with Heidi is that she’s going out of state for college. So, it’s like, do I wanna start another relationship that has no point other than sex? Steve asks as Robin finishes putting on her mascara.
Scout sitting in the back seat, walkman and headphones in hand. Steve was on his way to drop off Robin at Hawkins High and then head to work. Steve and Robin worked at Family Video while Scout worked in the nearest car shop but being the youngest of the group, Robin is still attending school. She started to zone out again when Steve continued his rant.
I mean, I don’t know. Does that make sense to you? He asks. Robin and Scout not answering.
Robin. Scout, are you listening? Steve says, clearly not happy about not getting an answer.
Honestly, Scout just wanted to get today over and Robin was too busy thinking about band and Vicki.
Uh, yes. Robin answers back.
What did I just say? He says annoyingly.
Something about sex with Linda. Robin says, semi-confidently.
Scout just awkwardly looks back and forth between the bickering two. How they got on the topic of relationship is so utterly beyond her.
No, I’m talking about Heidi! Steve yells.
Cut me some slack please! Your love life is one of labyrinthine complexity. Robin says, completely done with Steve.
It is 7:00 in the morning, we have the stupid pep rally, and I woke up looking like a damn corpse. Robin complains.
Robin was stressed about seeing Vicki, the girl she had a massive crush on, even though she adamantly denied it.
You’re worried about a basketball pep rally? You expect me to believe that? Steve inquires suspiciously.
Yeah? So? Robin says nervously.
So, we both know what this is about. Ok, I’m not buying that bullshit. This is about Vicki. He says.
After Steve says that, Scout sees Robin snap her head towards him quicker than she thought possible.
Absolutely not! Robin says defensively.
It is, and you know what else I think? Steve says accusingly.
Uh, I don’t care- Robin starts before Steve interrupts.
You gotta stop pretending to be someone else when you’re around her. You just gotta be yourself. Steve says.
Scout hears and starts chuckling in the back seat.
You’re literally quoting Robin to Robin, you do realize that? Scout says.
Maybe she needs to listen to herself, ever think about that? He asks.
Listen, you ask out a girl and she says no. Big deal, Nothing happens but a bruised ego. If Robin asks out the wrong girl, she is suddenly the town pariah! Scout points out.
Except Vicki is definitely not the wrong girl. Steve counters.
Scout stares at Steve with questioning eyes while Robin spays breath spray into her mouth.
She returned Fast Times paused at 53 minutes, 5 seconds. Do you know who pauses Fast Times at 53 minutes, 5 seconds? Steve asks, trying to make his point
There is a long pause before Steve starts again.
People who like boobies! Steve exclaims.
Ew! Both girls yell.
It’s not a big deal. I like boobies, you like boobies, Scout likes boobies. Vicki likes boobies. Definitely! Steve yells.
Scout wasn’t shocked by the conversations that their trio has anymore. Steve “the hair” Harrington was your brother while Robin constantly came to her for advice on topics like the current one. Being close with Steve made it so she was friends with the other teens, and by extension, the kids that Steve babysits. She was already pretty popular during her high school years, the popular girl who didn’t fit the preppy mold and the social expectations.
~hawkins high cafeteria~
We are the freaks because we like to play a fantasy game. Eddie states, bouncing side to side in his chair, starting to stand up and get up on the cafeteria table.
But as long as you’re into band, he says as he starts walking forward to the other end of the table, or science, or parties, he says sneeringly, or a game where you toss balls into laundry baskets…, He shouts, mostly targeted this time at the jock’s table.
You want something freak? Jason Carver stands up and yells back. Eddie then responds by putting his pointer fingers in his hair to resemble devil horns.
Eddie then sits back down but not before Mike asks him a question.
What about people like Scout Harrington?
What about people like her? She was still a preppy, even if she didn’t quite dress like it. He responds.
It wasn’t a secret that Eddie Munson despised Scout Harrington for her so-called preppiness. In actuality, Eddie only met her once during his junior year when she was a senior. Her and her brother Steve reigned supreme in Hawkins High for the time they were here. Scout is Steve’s older sister, 3 years his and Eddie’s senior. At 23, she hadn’t left Hawkins yet and had just barely finished her college years.
Steve always talks about Scout like she’s a badass. Dustin says.
Eddie’s eyes narrowing at the freshman. It’s Steve fucking Harrington, of course he’s gonna talk good about her.
Dustin and Mike just sit there rolling their eyes. Eddie really didn’t know Scout as well as he thought.
But after all the events that would follow that day, maybe things would be a little different from then on.
A = Aftercare: Steve likes to comfort you and take care of you. He very much takes on that caregiver role.
B = Body part: He loves your eyes. It’s the way you look at him and the love you have for him. He always feels important and that he’s doing something right.
C = Cum: He loves to see you come, with the sounds and the looks you give him. Such a turn on.
D = Dirty Secret: Steve gets so extremely turned on by your touch and kisses.
E = Experience: He doesn’t have a whole lot of experience but he’s always willing to learn. Whatever pleases you.
F = Favourite Position: Steve personally prefers missionary. But tries most if you want to.
G = Goofy: He is a proper guy and doesn’t feel like joking around is completely appropriate in an intimate moment like sex.
H = Hair: He doesn’t really see the point in shaving. He’d rather let it be.
I = Intimacy: Steve loves the intimacy of it all. He’s very romantic about it.
J = Jack Off: He’s so obsessed with you and your touch. Like you could touch him anywhere and he could get hard.
K = Kink: Somewhat into hair pulling, feeling you grasp his hair and just pull it.
L = Location: Steve being the classy man he is, like the bedroom. It’s intimate and lets him be him.
M = Motivation: If you kiss his neck, he won’t be able to hold back on you.
N = NO: He is most definitely not into public sex.
O = Oral: He easily prefers giving. It’s the way you react and the sounds you make that really turn him on.
P = Pace: He can be fast and rough or slow and sensual. Whatever you want.
Q = Quickie: Isn’t a huge fan of quickies, but if you guys don’t have enough time between missions, sometimes he’ll give in.
R = Risk: Never wants to hurt you but he’s willing to experiment. Your safety is him priority.
S = Stamina: He can last a very long time thanks to the serum. He’ll go as many rounds as you can handle.
T = Toy: He doesn’t really understand the whole toys thing. He’s a little old-fashion and would rather please you himself.
U = Unfair: Doesn’t tease very often. Definitely more straight to the point.
V = Volume: He gives a few grunts and that’s it.
W = Wild Card: He loves to please you and will keep all of the focus on you.
X = X-Ray: An impressive 9 1/2 inches. Something that never ceases to amaze you.
Y = Yearning: Has a decently high sex drive. Not much more than the average male. He knows how to keep it hidden and when isn’t an appropriate time.
Z = ZZZ: He will still wait for you to fall asleep before he allows himself to.
A = Aftercare: Bucky is very sweet and gentle, always making sure he didn’t hurt you. He can get a little rough and sometimes doesn’t notice his strength.
B = Body part: He loves your legs. Your thighs. He has to constantly have his hands on them.
C = Cum: He tends to come pretty hard with you and he always loves to see you reach that peak as well.
D = Dirty Secret: Even though he won’t admit it, he gets off to you on an almost daily basis.
E = Experience: Bucky may have been a ladies man in the past, but that doesn’t mean he slept around. He doesn’t have a whole lot of experience but he’s always willing to learn.
F = Favourite Position: Doggy style.
G = Goofy: He tries to remain serious but seems to make a sarcastic comment every once in a while.
H = Hair: Bucky likes to keep it trimmed. He keeps it just tame enough for you but wild enough that he doesn’t have too much upkeep.
I = Intimacy: Buck is a slight romantic, more because expressing feelings are still a bit odd. He’s learning.
J = Jack Off: He can get off to almost anything about you. Sometimes the things you do or say. There was this time you just simply reached for something in the cabinet an the oversized shirt you were wearing rode up. He definitely got off to you that night.
K = Kink: He is sort of vanilla. He hasn’t had the time to learn all these new things.
L = Location: He loves the bedroom. He likes the privacy and the quietness of it all.
M = Motivation: His motivation would definitely be when you pull his hair when he’s railing you.
N = NO: He finds threesome a total no. He’s too possessive of you and wants to keep you hidden in those intimate moments.
O = Oral: He easily prefers giving. It’s the way you react and the sounds you make that really turn him on.
P = Pace: Bucky is what ever pace you want. He can be fast and rough or slow and sensual. Whatever you want.
Q = Quickie: Bucky isn’t a huge fan of quickies, but if you guys don’t have enough time between missions, sometimes he’ll give in.
R = Risk: Bucky never wants to hurt you but he’s willing to experiment. Your safety is him priority.
S = Stamina: He can last a very long time thanks to the serum. He’ll go as many rounds as you can handle.
T = Toy: He doesn’t really understand the whole toys thing. He’s a little old-fashion and would rather please you himself.
U = Unfair: Bucky doesn’t tease very often. Definitely more straight to the point.
V = Volume: Bucky is not loud at all. He gives a few grunts and that’s it.
W = Wild Card: He loves to please you and will keep all of the focus on you.
X = X-Ray: Bucky has an impressive 9 inches. Something that never ceases to amaze you.
Y = Yearning: Bucky has a decently high sex drive. Not much more than the average male. He knows how to keep it hidden and when isn’t an appropriate time.
Z = ZZZ: Bucky already rarely sleeps, but he will still wait for you to fall asleep before he allows himself to.
