New Discoveries ‧₊˚ੈ Ryland Grace x Fem!Scientist!Reader. proximity crushes / ryland and reader are lowk avoidant but it works / not proofread / yes there will be a part 2 being within the next few days. (nsfw..)
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Sixteen days.
It had been sixteen days since a woman named Eva Stratt approached you after one of your astrophysics classes and whisked you away to work for her and use your knowledge to study the Petrova Line halfway across the world. - On a boat. In the middle of the ocean. Called Stratt’s Vat.
Three men dressed in black suits drove you back to your house the moment a small agreement left your mouth. They gave you twenty minutes to gather your things into a suitcase and get back into the car.
They didn’t make conversation either. “So do you guys wear the same outfit everyday? Like a cartoon character?” You asked after an hour of silence. A black divider between the front and back seats rolled up, and the man sat next to you pushed his glasses up further on his nose and looked out the window. “Great. Great. Good to know.”
At least you didn’t have to talk once in the jet. The strange pills wiped you out straight away - which you were grateful for after finding out how long the flight took.
It was windy outside the jet, given you were on an extremely large research vessel in the ocean. You looked around, there was a lot of people and machines and vehicles on the boat. There was a lot of machines on the boat.
A sigh of relief left your lips once you recognised a face, Eva Stratt, walking right towards you.
“Hi.” Your voice waivers a bit, but she brushed off your nerves and gestured for you to follow her.
She’s drinking coffee, you note that immediately. You want some. “How was your flight.” She asks, making eye contact as you walk. “It was fine. Never been on a plane that fast, so can’t complain.” She nods, leading you down a strip of walkway as you approach the building part of the boat.
“You didn’t get sick.”
“I didn’t.” You nod.
“That’s a good sign.”
“A good sign? A good sign of what?”
She opens a door for you, bringing you down a narrow hallway that looks like something from a movie where everyone is going to die, but that’s not far off from what’s happening.
“Integrity. Strength. Determination. You are a good sign in general. Or perhaps you just have a strong stomach.” Your thoughts mute in your head for a moment, you glance at her and she’s already looking at you. She’s enjoying your confusion. “Wha-”
“Afternoon.” She interrupts you as you round a corner, where two men stand guarding a door, which they open. Stratt stands behind you, you glance back. “Your room.” The two men stand to the side, allowing you space to walk through. Your steps are slow, brows furrowed while you stare at one of the men. He doesn’t look away. Interesting.
The room has a lot of people. Too many people. This is not your room. You back up, and Stratt’s behind you again, shaking her head to match yours. “No. No. What’re you do-” “Yes. You are doing this. Come.” You turn back around and it seems like there’s people more this time.
There’s a U-shaped table in the centre of the room, and every seat is filled with people looking at you, there’s more people standing behind them too - also looking at you.
Your heart plummets in your chest at the sight of it. Teaching college students everyday is an easy thing to do when everyone is younger than you and they technically pay for you to talk to them. Standing here in front of adults who are either the same age or older than you is a very different experience.
“This is Doctor Y/n L/n. She is a Professor in astrophysics, and will aid us in our research.” Stratt stands a slight bit in front of you, giving you a chance to look around the room better.
The table has an extremely diverse group of people sat at it, men and women varying in ages with different country flags sat on the desk before them. All with the same type of aura as Stratt about them. They each have a thick book, something similar you’d seen Stratt carry before.
“Dr. Y/n L/n, I hereby grant you top-secret clearance to all information pertaining to Project Hail Mary.”
You pause, and an abrupt silence fills the room. Your mouth opens as if to say something, you close it again to swallow sharply. “I’m sorry, Project what?”
-
The smell of coffee filled your senses - your second cup today after eating breakfast and having a quick briefing with some French government officials. They were quick learners, something you were grateful for after the meeting came to an end earlier than expected. Leaving you a spare twenty minutes to have another trip to the canteen and grab the drink in hand.
You were excited today, an uncommon feeling now that you were aware you and three other people would be sent on a suicide mission to space in order to save the world.
Ryland Grace - a name that filled your ears more and more as each day passed, would finally be brought to the ship and you would get to meet the man face to face. He was intriguing, as you’d been told. A man who was confident in his beliefs and somehow managed to breed astrophage. A top secret piece of information you could not tell anyone until he arrived.
Yes, you were excited to meet him.
The meeting room was filled the same way it was when you were first brought to the mission, the U-shaped table, the serious faces of each representative, however this time it was a small bit busier after some of the younger engineers and scientists arrived. Like you.
You stood near the back against the wall, talking to one of the Australian scientists who filled you in on how Grace had once written a paper about the existence of life without water that cost him his job. It seemed some of the other representatives were just an unaware as you were in this fact, and turned around to talk to you both about it.
Everyone fell silent quickly, and a blond man walked in cluelessly, before realising just how many people were waiting for him and turned back around like you had. He seemed to be talking exasperatedly to Stratt, and looked quite disheveled.
He was gorgeous though.
No. You could not think of him like that. No matter how friendly the other colleagues had gotten with each other.
“Ladies and gentlemen, this is Dr. Ryland Grace from the United States. He figured out how to breed astrophage.” Stratt announced and the representatives did not sound happy. A German man got to his feet harshly. “Are you serious? Stratt was haben sie-?” “Englisch.” She cut him off sharply. A small smile graced your face.
Ryland still seemed very perplexed, and looked around the room bewildered by the situation.
“Doctor, have a seat and lay it out for us.” Stratt asked softly, pulling a chair out for him. He paused, holding his hand up to brace himself. “Hold on.” He began. “Who are these people? Why am I on a Chinese aircraft carrier? And have you ever heard of Skype?”
A huffed laugh left your lips in the noiseless environment. His gaze met yours for a moment, and he seemed almost relieved to see your face. He smiled softly at you, before Stratt interrupted again.
Okay, maybe you could think of him like that.
-
“Did you know the stegosaurus had a brain the size of a walnut despite being as big as a bus?”
“I’m not sure that’s a biology fact.”
“Still a fun one though. And it technically is a biology fact if you think about it.”
Ryland places a spoon on your tray, smiling at you while you look at him with furrowed brows. You reach slowly for a bottle of orange juice, handing it to him while he chuckles at you. A small part of a routine the two of you have been building over the past few weeks.
“Didn’t know I was getting a history lesson too. I must be lucky.” You follow behind him to a table in a hidden corner, a spot you sit in everyday.
“Oh yes, you’re very lucky actually. It’s not everyday I use my knowledge for other people’s benefit.”
“Wow, I wasn’t aware I was so special to you.”
“Very special. There’s a reason it’s you and not Yao I sit with every morning.”
You place a hand to your chest, looking away with a sarcastic bashful expression on your face. “That is not a compliment.” Yao appears from behind Ryland, making you burst out laughing at his timing.
“Ruining my flow here but I’ll allow it.” Ryland mutters and Yao ruffles his hair, a large grin playing his face. Yao smiles fondly at you both, watching as you try and suppress your laughter and Grace drag a hand tirelessly down his face. "Ah, young love."
His words were quiet and mumbled as he walked away, but Ryland heard. Of course he heard, and of course you didn't. You were still laughing away as he tried to stop the heat rising to his face, the tips of his ears were red, but the sheepish smile he had on his mouth distracted you. "What did he say?" You finally asked, taking the first bite of your oatmeal with the spoon Ryland had given you.
He shakes his head and makes use of opening his bottle of orange juice to give him something to do with his hands. "Oh I don't know. Didn't hear." He lied, and he felt his heart stop when you shot him a questioning look at his response.
It took a second before you spoke, swallowing slowly as you watch him look down at his plate feebly. A small habit he had when nervous. A cute habit.
"Are you coming to tonights party?"
Your question was much more easier to answer than he anticipated, even though he still couldn't find the right words for that one. "Jeez I'm not really sure... you know how I get around those guys. I- I mean, it's just not my thing." He trails a hand to the back of his neck, looking at your narrowed eyes.
"Come on. You seriously can't get a drink with me for one night?"
"No, it’s just..." He sighs, making eye contact with you for what felt like the hundredth time that morning. Gosh you really were pretty. "Please? Just this once?" You drag out, almost halfway through your meal whereas Ryland has barely had two mouthfuls.
"Fine."
He gives in, and he starts to think maybe he should've said yes sooner with the size of the smile that erupted on your face.
Your eyes shoot up to meet his, and your face practically lights up at his response. DuBois and Ilyukhina have been edging him on each day they see him to join in on the fun, and they won't be surprised it was you who finally got him to crack.
"Really? Oh you won't be disappointed. First drink on me!"
"Well good, I'd certainly hope so after all that begging." He snorts, laughing as you roll your eyes. Shovelling the last mouthful of your breakfast in your mouth, you push your chair out to stand.
"I better get going. Don't want Stratt finding me on the opposite side of the ship as to where I should be again." Ryland nods, holding out an apple he took from his tray.
"Eat more. It's gonna be like four hours before she lets you have a break."
"I’ll be fine, you watched me have one of those on the way here."
"Still."
A shy smile grows on your face once you take the piece of fruit from him and stand up. "Thank you. I'll see you later Ryland."
He waves when you turn your head to him once last time before leaving, and you wave back after he mouthes a silent "Bye." He watches you go through the lenses of his glasses, and he huffs at the now stagnant air around him compared to before when you were still sat with him.
He was hopeless.
On the way to your first meeting of the morning, you trailed mindlessly behind two women from the engineering team. You’d talked to one of them before, Jesse you think her name was, and you couldn’t place the other one. They were talking about tonight’s mixer. You tried not to listen in - but they were like eight feet away from you. How could you not?
You heard some names being mentioned here and there, like “Leclerc” and “Ilyukhina” followed by “Vodka.” Nothing uncommon to hear alongside their names. But then another name caught your attention, an you found yourself picking up your pace slightly to hear better.
“I am so gonna try my luck with Grace tonight. I think he’d have a good head game.” Jesse stated, and your mouth actually opened in shock at her words. The other girl laughed, nudging her slightly. “That’s even if he’s there and you can get him away from that scientist he’s always with.”
You. They’re talking about you. Fantastic.
“Well I’ll just have to snag him away and show him a good time.” She answered, and the two of them started giggling loudly. They suddenly turned a corner, the opposite way you were heading.
Your steps lulled a tad, and your gaze stuck to the floor incase they glanced back at the last second. They didn’t. But you didn’t bother lifting your head.
It’s not like it’s a big deal or anything. Ryland was more than welcome to go around and have all the fun he wants with other women. But how could you be so naive? You wouldn’t always have Ryland to yourself, and you hadn’t even realised you thought of him like… that. until now.
That’s a lie. You have thought of him like that once or twice. Jesse wasn’t the only to think Grace has good head game.
A door opened infront of you. The door to the room you were meant to be in actually, and you were ripped from your thoughts. Stratt’s face stood before you, a polite smile on her face.
Gross. Gross. Ew. Don’t ever do that again.
-
The communal area was busier that normal tonight, and people were already pretty rowdy. You sat with Ilyukhina and some of her engineering crew, who were drinking a bottle of something strong that you couldn't name while you awaited your little scientist friends arrival.
Ryland said he would be there for 20:00, and it was 19:58 right now. Ryland wasn't the type to flake out - in fact he had never done it before, but christ were your nerves on fire.
You peeled your eyes away from the doorway, and instead watched as Chekhov downed an entire bottle of Smirnoff under his twenty second timer. He was impressive, and you all cheered when he completed it with three seconds to spare. He wrapped his arm around your head and swayed you back and forth as the others chanted his name, the two of you cackling loudly.
Ilyukhina placed her hand around her neck, pulling your body into her side instead of Chekhov’s. All of you cheering as one of the others got up to get a round of shots. Standing in the middle of the doorway, your eyes find a familiar head of unruly hair. Ryland had arrived, right on time too. His eyes skimmed the room before his framed gaze landed on you, and his face lit up as you waved and beckoned for him to come over.
He was barely three steps into the room when a hand caught his arm, and he turned to find a woman he had never seen before. She greeted him with a very loud “Hi.” He grimaced at the sound in his ear, but he sent her a polite smile and greeted her with a quiet “Hello” nonetheless.
Your smile faltered a bit and you turned around immediately, fighting the urge to bite your fist and roll your eyes at her voice halfway across the room.
You tilt your head to Ilyukhina. She was a good talker. She could distract you. If Ryland wasn’t going to come over and stay, then you needed someone else to humour you for the rest of the night. Someone good too.
“You’re Dr. Grace right?”
“Yeah, that’s me.” He nodded, noticing the way her grip hasn’t loosened on his bicep since he said hello. She watched his eyes flick down to her hand on his arm, and a cheeky smile grew on her lips.
“Are you nervous?” She asked lowly, and Ryland furrowed his brows with utmost confusion on his face. “Nervous? No? What? Why - What’s your name again? I don’t think I heard it.”
She grins, and her hand finally lets go of his arm before it’s stuck out infront of him. “Jesse Wallace. Part of the engineering team.” He takes her hand curtly, shaking it quickly before shoving his hands in his pockets. “Must be why I haven’t seen you then.” His tone is dismissive, and he’s looking around the room in an awkward manner, wondering why the hell you haven't come and swept him away yet.
“Maybe you haven’t looked hard enough.” Her voice is sultry, and not in a good way as he raises his brows and avoids eye contact. “Maybe.” He mutters, looking over to the crowd you’re sat in, staring straight at the back of your head.
Jesse follow his gaze, eyes zeroing in on you as she realises what he keeps looking at. “You two aren’t hooking up? Are you?” Grace’s wide eyes gape open to look at her, choking on his words and scoffing at the same time. “No! No… we’re not.” He stutters out, voice muffled as he looks down to his feet, shifting back and forth on them uncomfortably. “I wish.”
He mumbled the last bit too quickly, but his eyes flick over to you, then to Jesse, then to you again, and then back to her as if you had heard them from across the loud room.
"She seems like one of the only people you talk to. Her and Stratt."
Ryland nearly sneers at her words. "I talk to people. I talk to a lot of people actually, like Yao and Dimitri and Carl and Steve- I doubt you even know Carl and Steve." She giggles at that, a bit too loudly for his liking. "You don't talk to me?" Her question makes him glance at her for a moment, and he purses his lips at the sight of her fake hurt expression.
"This is the first time I've met you." He responds blatantly.
"Well then we should get to know each other better. Maybe we could head to my room?”
He inhales sharply, his hands balled into fists in his pockets begin to grow sweaty. He could’ve screamed at the thought of it. “Well uh I actually told Y/n I’d buy her a drink tonight. So… no. Sorry.”
She looks agitated at his reaction, yet Grace couldn’t bring himself to care at the moment. Not when you hadn’t turned around once during their conversation. “I’ll just - um. I’ll see you later.” He winces at the awkwardness, but breathes a breath of relief he hadn’t even realised he’d been holding once he walks away, and internally smiles at the sight of your group coming closer.
“Hey.” He beams, placing a hand on your shoulder, standing behind you and Ilyukhina. “Hi.” You grin up at him.
You can’t tell if you’re feeling butterflies inside your stomach at the fact he chose to come over to you and not Jesse, or if your screaming inside at the fact he took so long to come over in the first place. But he looks really good in that shirt and those enticing little teacher glasses.
“I believe I owe you a drink.” You say in a teasing tone, standing to lead him over to the bar. He follows behind happily, trying not to look at your ass in those jeans, he averts his gaze to the duo doing karaoke - another thing he hasn’t seen until now.
The two of you lean against the bar table, waiting to be served. He gets to look at your face now, a better view than the back of your hair. You have a slight bit more makeup on, a teeny change only he would’ve noticed for how much he stares at you.
“How’s Jesse?”
“Who?”
“Jesse. The woman you were talking to.”
“Oh um. Strange.” He tuts, chuckling at the not so distant memory of her asking to go back to her room.
“Strange? What on earth did she say to freak you out?” A light laugh leaves your mouth as you speak, and he smiles at the sound of it.
Ryland shakes his head dismissively, jutting his lip out while pondering whether to say. “She just -” He sighs, rubbing the back of his neck unsure of how to go about it. “She asked me to go back to her room with her and I said no. Then she got all weird and stuff so I walked away.”
Your heart lurches in your chest, feeling your blood rush to your head at the idea of it. “Why didn’t you go to her room? I’m sure she would’ve had a lot of fun with you.” You say in a joking voice, nudging him slightly. Even if the humour was fake.
“Because… I- I like somebody else.”
Your stomach jumps into your throat, and you have to act like you were expecting that. You look around for a bartender, someone to give you both a distraction so your knees don’t buckle on you.
“Oh really? Like who?” You still don’t turn back to him, only gripping the wood of the bar harder.
“Phsh. I don’t know. Maybe someone who actually bothers to talk to me. Someone who eats breakfast and lunch with me everyday.”
You nearly break your neck at how fast you turn to look at him. He looks back at you, then swallows thickly to disguise his burst of boldness. “Someone who makes me go for drinks when I don’t want to. Someone who’s standing right in front of me and hopefully maybe feels the same way.”
The two of you are awfully close now, yet neither of you seem to move. You take a deep breath in through your nose, parting your lips slightly to whisper to him.
I just found this account and I'm crushed seeing how little you post, I was wondering if you'd abandoned this account (mainly the summer lovin' johnny sinclair fic I just discovered that i am obsessed with)
hi !! no i have not abandoned this account but i’ve honestly just been so unmotivated about writing and i’ve had a lot of hate about my johnny sinclair book due to the fact that he’s supposedly gay (but i always thought he was just bisexual) so i’m thinking about abandoning that work fully.
however i might come back to writing after christmas once i feel like it again!! thank you so much for liking my works and there may be a small chance i’ll finish the summer lovin’ series.
NEW KID ‧₊˚ੈ liam dunbar x fem!argent!reader. new kid liam / reader is the same age as liam / stiles being weird / intentional use of lowercase / not proofread
she watched as Lydia gripped the side of her locker tightly, holding it in place as she stared into the mirror stuck on the side of it, applying lipstick seamlessly. the ride to school with her sisters best friend is always eventful, telling the two about whatever guy she was with over the weekend or whatever mess scott and stiles got themselves into.
alisons friend group were her favourite people, yet they were unfortunately the reason why she had no close friends in her own grade. in the past year, they got themselves tied up in murders across the area, and the rumours that followed weren't so nice. the werewolf and vampire accusations never ended, it wasn't her fault scott was bitten.
so now as she stood waiting for alison and lydia to finish talking, she only hoped todays classes didn't involve group work.
a rough arm wrapped itself around her neck, tugging her to the side harshly. "hey ladies". stiles chirpy words could've given her a headache. she loved him really, but how could someone be so awake at 7:45? "stiles, leave her alone. she's tired enough as it is." Lydia spoke, trying to make the boy quiet down.
he shot y/n a sheepish smile while muttering a quiet "sorry" and lowering his arms down. they all knew how she struggled with school after she took a lot of the blame for the werewolf incidents, so they tried to protect her as much as possible.
"hey," Scott said, making her aware of his presence. "y'know I heard there's a new kid in your class, maybe you'll be his knight in shining armour and give him a tour."
a new kid? why would anyone willingly move to beacon hills?
she chuckled dryly, leaning against the lockers and playing with the hem of her sweater. "what makes you think i'll be a good tour guide? will I tell him all about the murders and break-ins across the school and show him all the places we were attacked? I'm sure he'll find that interesting." Scott glanced slowly at Alison, she only pursed her lips in response. "maybe he's into that stuff" "Scott!" the black haired girl smacked him on the shoulder, rolling her eyes at stiles trying to save him.
the younger girl smiled to herself as she watched the others bicker. it was sweet really, knowing Scott cared enough to try and help and that Alison was protective enough to stop him saying something stupid. "okay stop it! you're drawing attention." Lydia said as she finally finished checking her hair and makeup.
they all quietened down, looking slightly embarrassed. "hey look, here's newbie now." stiles nodded his head behind y/n, making them all turn their heads.
he was small, yet slightly taller than herself with a good build and a lacrosse stick in his hands. her eyes scanned over his face, watching the nervous look on his face as he passed the onlookers in the halls.
he was cute.
kira's blinding smile suddenly blocked her view, taking all of the attention off the new boy. "hey guys! are you three still going to watch lacrosse tryouts tonight?" she spoke loudly, eyes shifting across the three girls faces. alison shook her head alongside lydia, the two planning to go shopping instead of watching the boys. Kira looked to y/n hopefully, practically begging the young girl to go with her. "yeah, I'll go. I have no ride though."
"you can come with us, if you want. we'll be in stiles' jeep." scotts kind smile encouraged her to nod along, agreeing to the lift they were offering her. stiles clutched her shoulder, bringing her in for a side hug before whispering in her ear - "don't look around too much in the backseat. okay?" stiles always found a way to treat her like a younger brother.
the bell then echoed through the halls, earning a groan from y/n's throat. "you'll be fine. no need to worry." alison said, attempting to ease her nerves with a small smile. "I hope so."
first period was always loud, but something felt off today. like everyone was just a key noisier than normal as their conversations blurred together into one. her head rested on her palm while she tried to hear the teacher nod on about shakespeare over her classmates. no wonder the class average was a d -.
just as she finally zoned out and focused on the view outside, a deep knock hit the door, bringing her attention back. principal Thomas walked in with the new boy following behind, still holding that nervous expression from earlier.
"class, this is liam dunbar who recently moved from devenford preparatory academy, and I want you all to give him a big welcome." a light chuckle unwillingly escaped her mouth when he was met with silence, a sharp glare was sent her way from her english teacher. "ms. l/n, perhaps you will take on the role of helping mr.dunbar around the school since you so kindly spoke up!"
her eyebrows raised themselves, looking at the principal with an unprepared gaze. "uh, sure." she responded, meeting the mans rude grin. "wonderful." he left the room quietly, sparing no glance to Liam as he stayed stood in front of the class.
"there's a spot near the back liam, take your seat." he turned back slightly, sending the teacher a 'thank-you' look and walking to his seat. y/n eyed him closely as he made his way to the back of the room, avoiding eye contact with each person he passed.
coincidentally, the only seat left was next to hers, probably because no one would sit next to her, she thought. she ignored him once he finally settled, taking the books from his bag and opening a new page in his notebook. the constant shuffling of his movements was beginning to annoy her, and she only glanced his way when he let out a soft grunt.
no pen.
she took a black ink ballpoint pen from her pencil case and held it out for him, poking him in the shoulder. he turned his head, giving her a good view of his face. "thanks." he whispered slowly, taking the pen from her hand with a barely noticeable smile on his face. "don't mention it."
yeah, he was officially cute.
the class bored on for the next 45 minutes, the only thing getting her through it was the occasional glances she saw liam taking at her. he seemed shy enough, so she was surprised when he spoke to her when the ball rang again.
"hey, you're y/n right? the one principal thomas said could help me?"
she looked at him questionably, watching as he awaited her answer. she nodded slowly while throwing her backpack over her shoulder. "uh yeah, can I see your timetable?" she asked, attempting to get a peak at his schedule and see if they have any more classes together. he nods aggressively, handing her a slip of paper. she memorises it quickly, smirking to herself as she realised they are a lot of classes.
"you're lucky, we're in the same math and history”. pretty good timetable." she said, smiling at him for the first time. his eyes lit up as she spoke, and he found himself hanging onto her every word. "so that's good right? you'll show me around?' he questioned hopefully, looking at her with a shy gaze.
for some reason, she found herself smiling again, nodding along with his words while giggling. "yeah, of course. what do you wanna see?" her words caught themselves on her tongue, holding back from telling him about the incidents. "maybe the lacrosse field? I've heard you guys are good." he said with a calm tone in his voice. her thoughts ran back to tryouts tonight, thinking about him joining the team
they walked out of the class together, attempting to hide their wide smiles as they did so. "totally, I can show you later. did you play much at devenford?" she didn't know why she was talking so openly to him. if it were anybody else she would try and hand him off to someone else.
"yeah I did, I wasn't the greatest though. hopefully I'll be better at try outs this evening."
the smile on her face was wiped off immediately when he said that. oh god no. coach finstock would crush any hope in his heart for being a freshman and she had no idea what Scott and stiles were planning to do tonight. the two would only kill him. "try outs? tonight? you're going?" she asked, looking at him as if he just told her he was the alpha. "uh, yeah... I am. why?" a frown played across his mouth, and his eyebrow began to rise.
y/n shook her head vigorously, trying to find an excuse for her change in demeanour. "no reason at all! just wanted to let you know i'll be there too." she lightly pushed his shoulder and came to a slow outside a classroom.
"you will?"
"yeah, keep an eye out for me. but right now I gotta get to biology."
he almost furrowed his brows in response, but caught himself before doing so. "so i'll see you later, right? you'll show me the field?" his voice held expectation, and so did his eyes. "mhm hm, you might even get to see me tonight." she spoke giddily, smiling at him while she slowly backed away. "really?"
i know i’ve been ghosting you for nearly a month now and i haven’t updated my johnny fic but i promise i’m trying to motivate myself! i’m hoping to publish another chapter within the next week so please bear with me.
when are you gonna write it ponybody story!!!???? It’s so goooodddd
omg I’ve completely forgotten about this story, I’m thinking about coming back to it in the autumn hopefully, but until then I’m trying to work on some other stuff first. im so sorry 😭
SUMMER LOVIN’ ‧₊˚ੈ johnny sinclair x fem!reader. fluff / childhood friends to lovers / pervert!johnny implied? / beechwood summer / tension / intentional use of lowercase / a/n at the end
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CHAPTER ONE
“15 - love!”
you smiled as johnny heaved, rolling his eyes at the sound of gat and mirren laughing. you were currently in your third round of tennis with johnny, and you’ve both won a game each. “aren’t you supposed to be a pro athlete?” mirren called out to johnny, a smirk playing on her face as the others chuckled.
he scoffed, catching a ball cadence bounced to him. “you were way worse last summer. something must’ve happened to me in the off season.” he said, bouncing the tennis ball between his fingers as you both readied yourselves. “don’t be coy, johnny.” you shouted over the net. “i’ve been practicing.”
the ball was served, and by the end of your fourth set you both had an equal amount of sets won, so whoever won the next game would win.
“i can’t believe you’re actually in a tie right now. i mean, i’ve only won against you like… three times!” gat exclaimed, tossing his hands up in the air from the sideline. “is that something against me, gatwick?” you rose a brow, shooting the dark haired boy a challenging look.
“eyes on the ball, y/n!” johnny yelled.
you faced him again, lightly throwing the yellow ball into the air and hitting it with your racket. it bounced back and forth between you, both you and johnny meeting the serves thrown at you. sun glistened off your sweat covered skin in the heat of the afternoon, playing with johnny would wear anybody out. each swing and hit you made ached your wrists, and you were glad this was match point.
a relieved sigh escaped your lips when johnny missed, and you could practically feel your legs buckle from underneath you in relief. “fuck!” johnny jogged in circles to calm himself, tousling his hair doing so. you almost collapsed onto the ground, sprawling out on the tennis court floor and resting your head on your hands.
cadence and mirren clapped from their distance, cheering you on while gat shook his head in disbelief. you’re eyes were closed as you caught your breath, shielding your pupils from the sun beams. that was until a dark shadow loomed over you. johnny.
he stuck his hands out to help you up, already composed from his past sporting years. “you’ve gotten - you’ve gotten good.” he said half arsedly with a smirk on face, like he didn’t want to admit it but knew better. you took his hand and smiled, hoisting your body up.
“i guess those lessons you gave me came in handy.”
“yeah, i guess they did.”
“get off the court and stop flirting!”
you both looked to the liars on the side, impatiently throwing their hands up and laughing. you laughed with them and wrapped your hand around johnny’s wrist to pull him off the court. you five giggled as you raced back to cuddledown, where you had the house to yourselves after bess and the twins moved into clairmont with harris and tipper.
mirren had even gone as far as ‘redecorating’ or simply moving the furniture around, taking the rugs out and hanging loads of children’s drawings on the walls from the twins old rooms.
in the living room, johnny has claimed the sofa as ‘his throne’ and doesn’t let anyone on it when he’s sat on it. mirren likes the floor, so she’s often found with her back against the couch and her knees propped up when watching television. this is also where she resides to after you all make it back to cuddledown.
cadence and gat gather in the kitchen, finally making a start on the fruit smoothies they’ve been talking about making since the start of the summer. johnny is first upstairs, meaning he gets first shower - as none of the others have a water pressure as great as the master bedrooms en suite.
you relax on the couch, something that doesn’t happen often with johnny’s rules. “hey gat?” you call towards the kitchen, not taking your eyes off the ‘housewives of beverly hills’ that mirren has on. “yeah?” he responds.
“do you have my on clouds?”
“yeah, they’re under johnny’s bed in his room.”
johnny’s room, refers to the guest bedroom the blonde boy stays in when he’s too tired to walk back to red gate with gat. “and why would they be in there?” you question suspiciously. “because i put them there? so the dogs couldn’t get them?” he states as if it’s obvious. “right.” you reply.
an over dramatic sigh leaves your mouth when you get up off the sofa, stretching slowly as you walk toward the stairs. your steps are quiet on the carpet, even when you pick up the pace when you near the top.
johnny’s room isn’t hard to find. it’s one you’ve all hung around in when the downstairs gets too boring and you’d rather lie on a bed over a couch. you drop to your hands and knees to look under his bed, hoping to not find anything other than your shoes. you spot them and go to reach out until a voice from behind startles you.
“nice view.”
the shoes are just barely in your grasp, and you turn to him. the only thing he has on is a stupid towel wrapped around his waist, hung lowly with his loose grip as he stares at your ass in that tennis skirt you’ve suddenly grown insecure about. “like what you see?” you say in a fake teasing tone, tilting your head as you stand properly.
he smirks. “you definitely do anyway.” he wasn’t wrong, but but it wasn’t like you’d let him know that. “well i mean you’re no ryan gosling, but sure.” he scoffs at your witty remark.
“wanna be the joi to my officer k?”
“me? all sweaty and dirty? you fucking wish sinclair.”
you smirked and scoffed at him, brushing shoulders as you walked passed, holding your shoes tightly as you went down the hall to leave them at the door.
mirren had made her way to the kitchen with cadence and gat, who all seemed to be talking enthusiastically about something. “y/n! come here we wanna talk to you.” mirren calls, and you drop your shoes on the shoe rack at the front door.
“yeah?” you say once you lean against the countertop, picking at the bowl of blueberries on the table. “we wanna have a party. here. when the others go to martha’s vineyard for the weekend.” the sheffield says, and cadence nods along.
you shrug your shoulders and a dismissive chuckle leaves your mouth. “okay, it’s not my house so i don’t mind.” gat puts his hand up, gesturing to you as he swallows a mouthful of his smoothie. “that’s what i said! i told you we won’t care since we don’t own this island.”
cadence scoffs, rolling her eyes humorously. “we’ve said it thousands of times, you guys have every right to be here as much as we do.” both you and gat share a knowledgeable look. “still feels like we’re intruding though.”
“who’s intruding?” johnny questions loudly, walking into the kitchen with bounce in his step.
the blonde boy strides over to the blender, pouring himself a very large glass of smoothie before rummaging through the freezer for ice cubes, and you all watch in silence as he does so, waiting for him to quiet. he stops, dropping three pieces of ice into the glass and looking at you all expectantly, taking an obnoxiously loud gulp.
“we’re going to have a party when the family goes to the vineyard for the weekend.” cadence begins. “do you have any objections?” he furrows his brows, and then points to the floor. “here? in cuddledown?” he asks, you all nod.
he shakes his head, as though it’s a stupid question. “no i don’t care. as long as red gate is locked.” you roll your eyes at his selfishness. classic johnny.
mirren puts her hands in the air, a smile gracing her face. “alright then! summer party on the 28th!” she says, and you all cheer and whoop in response. “we can even go into town and get real party snacks and shit.” johnny nods at your words, taking another sip of his drink. “i’m absolutely choosing what we get.”
“so y/n and johnny will get the boat into town and sort out whatever we need?” cadence asks.
“sure. we’ll even get a keg.”
“wait, seriously?”
“i mean why not? there’s new staff this year because the old ones graduated or whatever, so we mightn’t need id.”
“sweet.”
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authors note!! first real chapter posted and i didn’t take a week to upload for once. i think i’ve finally figured out the whole plot of this story so ill actually know what i’m writing for once instead of typing and hoping for the best. this story has also been posted to my wattpad so please check it out over there too! my user is winterslve again, and you can look at my other fic in works on there that i probably won’t post here.
also debating on making an erik sundqvist fic? idk if i will though because my plans to see the movie have fallen through but i might see it next week, would you guys read it?
thank you so much on the love for this story i appreciate it so much!! 🫶
SUMMER LOVIN’ ‧₊˚ੈ johnny sinclair x fem!reader. fluff / first kiss / nostalgic summers at beechwood / childhood friends to lovers / intentional use of lowercase / not proofread / a/n at the end
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PROLOGUE
summer nine was where it begun.
it was where cadence begged her mother to bring you along to beechwood for the summer just as johnny had done the year prior with gat. where penny chirpily agreed to bring her daughters friend to the family island and have them grow closer. a girl of charm, brain and spirit that quickly fell under penny’s and sam’s approval with your sweet smile and true kindness.
you hadn’t been to massachusetts before this summer as your parents found going abroad to be much more thrilling than staying within the states, but you would pay thousands to relive that summer than go on any luxurious european vacation.
the boat ride over to the island was smooth, you’d remember it best compared to the choppy waters of the atlantic coast you’d sailed on previous to that moment. from the boat, the island was beautiful with many flowers in bloom across the shore. a large house came into view, and your cheeky grin met cadence’s as you both sat in your life vests.
when you docked, the entire sinclair family stood at the dock awaiting the eastmans arrival. sam was first off, giving penny, cadence and you a helping hand.
“mother! dad!” penny exclaimed, throwing her arms around her parents shoulders while sam gave ed a firm handshake. the wood beneath you and cadence creaked from your joint weight as you watched her parents greet their family. tipper found cadence first throughout the crowd of greetings from penny’s sisters. she smiled assuredly at you both, wrapping her hands around cadence and whispering a small - “my dearest cadence.”
penny came behind the woman and placed a hand on the small of your back. “this is cadence’s friend from school, y/n, the one we spoke about over the phone.” they all smiled the same way when you said a quiet “hello.” with a childish smile on your face, grinning assuredly as blond woman stood to greet you first.
carrie, you remember. she bent down to your height, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear before she spoke. “well aren’t you just gorgeous! why don’t you go over and meet the cousins, i’m sure mirren would love you.” she said kindly, watching you with that motherly love in her eyes.
you turned to where she gestured, eyes meeting a small group of kids your age that included cadence. a small girl with hair like cady’s but a smile that didn’t tell you all she was thinking. a tanned boy with dark hair and a gaze filled with enthusiasm for life stood between the two girls. and another blond boy with a presence made of coolness and snark, and deep blue eyes that stood out like the sea.
your eyes met carrie’s again, nodding at the woman when she stood to her full height and watched as you walked away, over to cadence and her cousins.
the adults went back to talking in their group and you undid the buckle of you life vest, tossing it beside the others when you met the cousins. “last one up the hill is a rotten egg!” johnny yelled before turning around and sprinting down the dock. gat followed after, then cadence right after him and then you, leaving mirren to try catch up. you passed out cadence, only stopping when you got to the top and layed down beside johnny.
cadence heaved when she reached you both, with gat behind her due to her tripping him at some point. “fast for a girl…” johnny muttered, eyeing you suspiciously while you leaned on your back, propping your elbows up. you raised a brow. “you’re just mad because you finally have some competition.” mirren spoke exasperatedly, falling to her knees after joining you all.
gat laughed and nodded his head in agreement, nudging the blonde boy slightly. cadence giggled at johnny’s annoyed expression and mirren only rolled her eyes. “c’mon mirren, let’s give y/n a tour!” the three girls stood tiredly, and left the boys on the hill as they walked the wooden walkway to the perimeter path.
only a few hours later that same evening, you five found yourselves on the small, rarely used beach by cuddledown. nobody ever used it, so you were alone. shoes had been discarded somewhere in the sand, a sign of carelessness and youth while you threw rocks against the waves that skidded across the water.
johnny whistled to himself and mirren played with the ends of her hair, you were tucked in beside cadence as you all sat in a circle. cadence wrote your names in the sand with a stick.
cadence, mirren, y/n, johnny, and gat. gat, johnny, y/n, mirren, and cadence.
the beginning of the liars.
the summer you turned 13, was where it got interesting. over the school year with cadence, you grew more mature and confident in yourself. you’d even been invited to a birthday party over the summer, you couldn’t go though - not with beechwood waiting.
your arrival was the same, the entire sinclair family gathered on the dock to greet you and the eastmans again. will sat playing in the sand, johnny stood near to the back wk to his hands in his pockets and gat waited a little nearer to the front than johnny, waving happily at you and cadence.
you were excited more than ever at this point.
july fourth came around sooner than normal that summer. clairmont was heavily decorated with red, white, and blue streamers that came from the ceiling and carefully chosen flower assortments that filled each empty space the house had to offer. cakes, candies, and snacks covered the indoor dining area, whereas the garden had many round tables with white linen cloth, holding charger plates while the food was being barbecued.
you decided to match outfits with cadence and mirren, who wore red and white while you wore a light blue dress. the five liars sat at the back once the two boys arrived. johnny wore a blue polo ralph lauren shirt that his mother most definitely bought him and beige shorts. which looked nice on him. gat came in the same style, a white button up and khaki shorts.
the day of fun led to s’mores on the main beach outside of clairmont, near the family dock. liberty, bonnie, and will found fun in throwing sand at you all as you ate your s’mores.
mirren groaned at her sisters antics, who were the leaders of the operation. “can we go to the beach near mine? it’ll be more quiet and we can get into the water without being yelled at.” she murmured, midway through her bite. gat held his sand-covered marshmallow between two fingers away from his body, nodding as he did so. “i think that would be best.”
the walk down the perimeter path was funny, johnny kept impersonating gat and how he talked so enthusiastically about silly things, then as he tried to defend himself, gat ended up sticking his food into a pile of dog waste the staff didn’t find earlier. you all cackled, heaving as the poor boy stood on one leg helplessly.
“let’s go inside, we’ll get you clean shoes and have this taken care of before the littles find it.” cadence laughed, linking her arm with gat’s and helped him walk. “my hands are all sticky! i’ll come with you and wash them.” mirren joined, placing a hand on her cousins shoulder while they looked at you and johnny. he only shrugged. “we’ll be on the beach!” you said happily.
the two of you sat side by side, talking about random things while you waited for the others to come back. “the romans would love this place.” johnny spoke, leaning back on his elbows nonchalantly. you furrowed you brows and he noticed. “good entertainment, people doing the work for them, i mean.” he continued.
you nodded slowly, confused at his random statement. “i’d be a good roman emperor, bossing people around like grandad. i’d rule by myself though, no empress to help.” he looked so sure of himself, confident in his words. it made you chuckle. “why no empress?” you asked, glancing back at his face.
he shrugged his shoulders and shook his head, brushing off the question. “i wouldn’t need one. i’m the perfect lonesome ruler.” an airy laugh left your lips as you turned away, shaking your head.
“if you had to have one though, who would you pick?” you pressed further, eager to understand johnny better. he hummed slightly before answering. “you, probably.”
“me?”
your neck almost cracked when your head spun to meet his, confusion etched all over your face. he nodded, looking at you intently. “yeah.” he sat upright to further explain his point, running a hand through his messy blonde hair. “you’re smart, you’re nice, you don’t order everyone around and you have a good face to parade across the city.”
silence fell upon you for a minute while you took in his words. really took in his words. “a good face huh?” you said in a sarcastic tone, raising a brow at him. “shut up.” you both laughed at that together, sound echoing across the water as you propped you head on your knees.
a quiet atmosphere grew upon you, not an awkward one, but a comforting one. “have you had your first kiss yet?” he asked softly, watching the side of your face intently. you shook your head slowly, lifting it off your knees as you whispered - “not yet.” johnny nodded in understanding. “have you?” you questioned, not making eye contact with the boy.
he shook his head in response, and you nodded like he did moments before. a pause followed, until he continued on. “do you want to?” you caught his eye for a second, and he could sense your weariness. “only to practise. s’not like i find you pretty or anything.” you pursed your lips as he smirked.
“only to practise, right?” you said quietly, looking at him closely. a soft “hm.” left his mouth in response. you only nodded twice, and muttered a soft “okay.” in assurance. to you or him, you didn’t know.
johnny leaned in slowly at first, and you swallowed whatever fear was growing in your throat as you grew closer. he stopped once your noses slightly bumped, and if you moved just a few centimetres closer you’d kiss, that’s what he wanted you to do. to confirm you wanted it.
you pushed your head forward, and your lips met in the middle. it was short and quick, but it wasn’t bad. he tasted sweetly, like the marshmallow he’d eaten earlier on the beach. a small smile grew on his face as both your cheeks reddened. “you taste like s’mores.” you giggle at him giddily, leaning your head on his shoulder as you both looked out onto the sea. “so do you.”
it wasn’t long before mirren’s giggles could be heard somewhere behind you, and you both glanced back. you smiled at them from a distance and you took your head from johnny’s shoulder. “i lied.” he said as the others walked nearer. “i do find you pretty.”
neither of you spoke of that moment afterwards, and you never told cadence or mirren about it either. but you’d both be lying if you said you didn’t think about it often, a lot more often than what both you and johnny let on.
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authors note!! okay prologue is pretty good and i’m happy with it, but i just want to let you all know that this first chapter is short because it’s the prologue and I’m basing this off the book because i have not seen the show as i do not have amazon prime. (upsetting, i know.) this will also not follow the plot of we were liars because the ending does not exist xx anywho, i hope y’all like it and comments and reblogs are appreciated!
SUMMER LOVIN’ ‧₊˚ੈ johnny sinclair x fem!reader. fluff / slight mature themes / beechwood nostalgia / childhood friends to lovers / intentional use of lowercase / not proofread
SOUND OF LOVE ‧₊˚ੈ steve rogers x fem!reader. smut / steve’s a little freaky / fresh out of ice cap / glazed donut ahh / maria hill mention / intentional use of lowercase / not proofread
there were many things you could be and most definitely should be doing right now, like completing those progress reports fury asked for last week, or doing a background check on tony's new intern that he wanted done two days ago, or maybe just returning your mom's call she's been so desperately wanting since you moved to manhattan a couple of weeks ago.
you could be doing all those things right now instead of sitting here, with steve, naming songs, movies and events he should catch up on if he wanted to fit in smoothly. you don't know why you found yourself here. you could've went home a long time ago, yet your feet had a mind of their own when they led you to the couch beside him two hours ago.
almost seven months ago, nick fury had been kind enough to drop another important task on you. mentor captain rogers. it was heavy at first, teaching a war veteran who was actually the same age as you all about the world and it's drastic changes since the 1940s. but as you got to know him and work with him and eat with him and see movies with him and go shopping with him, it got a whole bunch easier. yet not with your friends barking down your ear how handsome he was.
and it took every fibre in your being not to act upon that fact. because he was just handsome. he was sweet, and kind, and caring, and charming and all the right things, but you couldn't. your boss depended on you to take this seriously, and it would be unprofessional to do otherwise.
so about once every week, you do a run-down of all the new topics and learned and all the new topics he could learn, like right now.
"uhh... michael jackson! you should definitely know him, he's like one of the greats."
laying sprawled out on the couch of the S.H.I.E.L.D compound with your legs thrown over steve's lap was a lot more comfortable than you thought it would be. "I've heard of him, don't know much of his work though." steve responded, scribbling down the musicians name in his small notepad.
he sat at the bottom end of the sofa, rubbing an absentminded hand over your calf, waiting for you to name another as you held your phone over your face, searching through your playlists like a files room.
"do you know fleetwood mac? stevie nicks and all them?" you moved your phone slightly, peering at him as he shook his head, jotting down the band again. "god that's so upsetting." you muttered lightly, continuing scrolling through the lists of songs. he scoffed quietly, tipping the top of the screen down so you could see his face that was etched in confusion. "how so?"
you smirked at him, lifting your body up to lean against the couches armrest. "well it's just kinda sad how you've never heard such great music before, i mean... silver springs, the chain and dream are all fantastic songs that you have never even heard of, let alone listened to, so it's pretty clear you haven't found good music yet." he shrugged his shoulders and shook his head in disbelief, laughing as he did so.
"i've been here eight months with sam constantly giving me new sources of media to consume. trust me, I've found good music."
his confident expression almost made your knees weak, lucky you were sat across the sofa. "really? like what?" you challenged him, tilting your head to tease him, edging him on to take your bait. "nirvana, acdc, queen, the eagles, kate bush." he listed them off with ease, smiling at you while doing so. "any more?"
he pursed his lips, before nodding his head and continuing. "david bowie, radiohead, oasis, blur, the beatles, lauryn hill, metallica." your brows raised, and a surprised gaze played across your face. metallica. huh. you wouldn't have pictured him to like them. "what was that last one?" he smiled slyly at you, his fingers now following a steady flow of drawing spirals on your leg. "metallica?"
you nodded, folding your arms across your chest and gesturing to further explain. "yeah i like them, and i think they're music is a very different to what i know, i guess that's why i took an interest in them." you laughed at him slowly, a small chuckle escaping your lips.
"i like em too, what's your favourite song? mine would probably be enter sandman." steve hummed in agreement, stroking his chin in a train of thought. "master of puppets. i even learned it on guitar." his words made you scoff and your sure he gave himself whiplash with how fast he turned his head to look at you. "now what?"
you shook your head, grinning at him. "nothing! i just - didn't expect you to play the guitar is all. didn't know you had it in you." steve smiled at you, unaware of the heat pooling in your chest and in your stomach. dirty thoughts swirling in your mind, picturing his fingers playing with the strings of a guitar, then playing with your pussy like a fucking toy, having you however he wanted. it was disgusting, and the image of his hands drawing patterns into the fabric of your jeans right infront of you drove you insane.
it was vile. it was gruelling. it was sickening. it was - "well after i came out of the ice i had a lot of time to myself, y'know, recovering and stuff. so i taught myself how to play one of the best songs in the world." steve pulled you from your mind and you caught his eye, awaiting an answer. you stood abruptly, hoping to clear your mind in a new atmosphere. "come on." you spoke smoothly, walking past his body on the couch.
he followed soon after, catching up quickly. "where are we going?" the blonde asked, casting you a questioning look. you exhaled heavily, leading him farther away from the living area. "my office. you're in dire need of finding a better song to call 'best in the world.'" he snickered at you, figuring out the path to your office. "and you have music in there?"
"of course i do. cds upon cds upon cds of beautiful songs."
the office was cold, with metal filing cabinets against the walls and a large desk in the middle covered in stacks of papers and folders. dim light casted through windows from behind the table, so you moved to turn on the small desk lamp. "cozy" steve mumbled.
two large shelves on the wall held a large sum of cds and cassettes, all organised into alphabetical order. as you beelined for that, the large man found his way around your desk, picking through bundles of sheets and examining reports. you flicked through the abcs and found your way to the middle, finding your disc of choice.
'the only exception' - paramore.
"found it!" you spoke, voice echoing down the empty hallways of the building. you pull the cd to your chest while facing steve. he smiles fondly at you, leaning against the desk as you giggle to yourself. "paramore. one of the best bands to come out within the last few years." you hand him the cd case and let him examine it, reading the song names from the album typed on the back of the plastic. he dips his head in approval, flipping it back around to look at the cover.
you bite your lip in anticipation, hoping for him to be interested in it. "looks good. any songs in your favour that you want me to like?" he responds in a sincere tone. you nod, taking a step closer to him and turning the cd over one last time, pointing to the song. "the only exception. it reminds me of you for some reason."
"really?" he asks, glancing down at you with an expression you just can't make out. "hmm." you murmur quietly, before continuing. "i guess it's because you're one of the few people from work i like, and i mean actually like because i don't make friends with anybody here." you look up at him, and he'a still staring down at you with his strong blue eyes with a smirk playing across his mouth.
you both pause, standing in silence as his hand wraps around yours that previously gestured to the disc. your breath goes shallow as he stares, like he's debating something he shouldn't do. he opens his mouth to speak slowly, as it it's paining him to do so. "and that's it?" you nod carefully, keeping your mouth shut. "no other reason?" he swallows when you shake your head, his adams apple bobbing slightly and you try to ignore the dampness building in your core and his husk voice.
"well, there - there might be one other reason." you whisper, breaking eye contact and instead gazing out the window to avoid awkwardness. his brows furrow but his eyes don't leave your face for a second, and he prays you keep going. "go on."
his voice is needy, yet you don't want to admit it. not when this could ruin the sacred job fury gave you and absolutely tarnish all respect people have for you. but you can't. you cant go on for any longer without him. you want him so bad, and right now its clear steve wants you too. "what is it? please just tell me." his voice breaks and it comes out a little whimpered, and all you want to do right now is sit on his face until the only thing you hear are those sounds from underneath you.
jesus christ.
your hands find the collar of his shirt and you pull him down like a fucking starved woman. your lips meet in a clash of tongue and teeth, but it doesn't matter. there's a chance you won't ever have this again, so you're making it matter. your on your toes, his neck his craned to hard it looks painful, but he doesn't care. not when he's getting what he wanted since that first meeting.
his hands are splayed across the surface of your back, pushing you against his body like he'll never feel you again. your tongue slides across his lips, and he forces his mouth into yours - something you hadn't expected from captain fucking america.
those long, rough, calloused fingertips graze the fat of your ass, yet pull back quickly like he's dancing on the edge of impurity. you moan unintentionally into his mouth, making his hands grip your hips tightly and a pained "fuck." is muttered quietly. But you still hear it. steve grasps the nape of your neck, holding you against him like he needs it.
the sound of breathy exhales and deep groans echo down the hall, and you only hope no one came in to get last minute paperwork. you try to hear it, his laboured breathing and whimpered whines, you try to feel it, scraping your nails down his chest through his button up and grip his biceps harshly, yet nothing beats the taste of it. his sweet mouth working against yours, like he's savouring it, and you are too.
his knee presses between your legs, and you nearly cry out at the feeling of his muscled thigh. "please." you don't know what your begging for, but you need it now. you rock against his leg, pleasing the ache in your core. a hand makes it's way to the bulge in his jeans -
its fucking huge.
his body stutters with yours as you palm him slowly, and a soft groan bounces of the walls. "god - sweetheart, y-you're so good." his words go straight to your head and you almost feel dizzy, riding his thigh harder like a rabbit. he lifts your body up with ease, hands placed tightly on your waist as he places you on the desk.
theres a pause in the air as you both catch your breath, a piece of saliva connecting you two as you were before. his leg is still between your heat and your hand is still rubbing him slowly, like two teenagers fucking for the first time. his chest is rising and falling rapidly while you lean against it, and your eye catches the weekly mission report you're supposed to send fury tomorrow. "this is bad, this is so so bad." you glance at his concerned face, his head already thinking the same as you. "fury would kill us if he finds out." you whisper, head dipping lowly like a sad dog.
you're both still, yet the feeling of need still lingers in the air. "do we stop..? the farther we go the more likely he'll know and i -" his breath falters and bucks up into your hand as you press harder onto him. "shit. I don't want to stop." he says quietly, gazing into your eyes with such desperation you think you might cry.
you shake your head aggressively and your hands close around the back of his neck. "neither do i."
your lips trailed down his neck, sucking, biting and kissing all you can get your mouth on as his hands hold your thighs and he grinds against your hand. you exhale shakily when your other hands moves down to undo the buttons of his shirt, exposing more and more skin for you to get your hands on. when you get the last button, the shirt is gone immediately, thrown behind him somewhere as you bring both your hands to his chest and claw down it.
steve sighs in discontent when he loses the friction, but he grows more satisfied once your fingers find the hem of your top and pull it over your head, revealing your chest that's only covered in a bra. his tongue makes its way to your chest, licking and suckling all down your breasts.
you feel his growing tent and its urge for release, your hands just barely unclips his belt and he's already humping your hand, begging for your touch. he whimpers into your chest needily, practically having dry sex with your hand, you couldn't care less though, his mouth his hot and wet and it makes your cunt fucking drip.
his hips grinding against your hand speed up, yet you don't notice with the sounds of his moans ringing in your ears. "fuck, keep going, so beautiful sweetheart, you're so good, god."
both your jeans are still on, and he's blabbering over your tits, and it's so fucking hot. his work on your chest freezes and he lets out a guttural groan as his hips continue fucking into your hand while he comes, a large damp area spreading over his bulge. "shit." steve rogers, captain america, just came in his pants. and it was the most lewd, hot and sexiest thing you've ever seen.
you both catch your breath again, and your replaying that moment in your head over and over again to remember it well, because you will most definitely be thinking of it every time your hands are buried in your panties while you're a moaning mess.
steve swallows watching your face with slight embarrassment in his eyes. "i'm sorry, it's just uh.. it's been a while." he says slowly, a small awkward smile playing across his face. you giggle, rubbing soothing circle into his shoulder. "don't be sorry, that was so fucking hot."
a loud door bangs closed at the end of the hallway, startling you and steve. the following footsteps makes his head shoot up and look at you with wide eyes and an open mouth. "quick!" you utter quietly, jumping off the desk and pulling your shirt on over you head and fixing you hair.
steve takes longer, fumbling with the many buttons of his shirt and you know he won't look ready quick enough so you usher him behind the door, hoping whoever it is won't peer in as you sit at your table, pretending to be working.
the footsteps pause right at your door, knocking twice before opening it, and hiding steve from your view. you glance up, holding a pen over a page in a fake act, smiling at the person across from you. "maria! what are you doing here so late?" you question the woman, eyes following the sheets of paper in her hand. "hey, could ask you the same question." she says skeptically, looking at you with a funny look. "just dropping in some forms fury wants everyone to fill in, nothing special."
you nod along as she hands you the form, turning around swiftly and walking back out the door. "i'll see you tomorrow then, you too steve!"
SAME DAMN TIME ‧₊˚ੈ mickey barnes x fem!reader. fluff / slight suggestive stuff / mickey 17 x reader / you’re an expendable / touchstarved mickey / mentions of violence / not proofread / lowercase intended
part 2..?
kenneth marshall was the biggest piece of bullshit she had ever seen in her life. it honestly made her laugh each time he’d walk into the lunch room and make the crowd erupt into cheers, who were happy to see their leader. he lost both the elections he had ran for and yet he still had so many followers that adored him - shocking really.
the only interest she had with him was the expendable program he set up on his new planet far away from earth. surprisingly enough, she signed up to be part of this program - partly because she was interested in it and partly because her office job was dragging the last of her happiness from her body.
the paperwork was long and heavy, and it took almost a week to finish reading fully, but she decided to take the leap and apply to be an expendable. handing in the application was the easy part of it, but earning the attention of all those around you in the middle of an airport was a daunting feeling.
having your body being copied for future printing was a bit of an odd feeling, but it didn’t matter anymore. and it really didn’t matter when she was planted with a gun against her head and had to shoot herself.
she did it of course, nothing really mattered to her anymore.
once their time on the ship got longer, people soon realised that she really didn’t care about what she did, and that she really was fucking reckless and careless - but that only made her more fun. her big personality on this sad ship made many people’s day, and she grew a secret admirer who wasn’t that secretive after all.
mickey watched her laugh and cry with her friends, her friend group at their regular lunch table were real funny, always laughing about something. sometimes he even found himself chuckling alongside them after overhearing a joke.
and he found himself becoming restless in his sleep the day after jennifer was crushed by that ice. he could hear her muffled sobs through the walls as she tried to sleep, and the empty seat in the lunchroom felt like an empty space in his heart.
y/n wished it was her instead of jennifer.
he could tell by the look on her face each time he saw her, it should’ve been either of them. they could be prinited out once again, but this was jennifer gone.
mickey soon found himself caring for her just a little bit more. on each mission they were sent on he made sure he was just a few steps ahead, and watched your every move with a bit more worry. he was glad he managed to get closer with her, but in this moment right now, he really wished she just ignored him like everybody else.
‘bu - but how did - why did you come back?’
her jaw was hung open and she was a blubbering mess, yet both mickeys had a slight smirk at the sight of her being so overwhelmed. mickey 18 had been printed out just this afternoon, and she wanted to pay him a small visit to see how he was doing. she really did not expect two of him.
the one of her rights seemed a lot more worried than the mickey of her left, so she payed more attention to the scared one. his hands were flailing all over the place and he kept stuttering over his every word - which made the other mickey scoff.
‘y/n i promise you, this - this was not intentional! but you cannot, you really can’t tell anyone about it!’
his hands were placed on her shoulders, holding her in place so she couldn’t run away if she tried. her brows were furrowed and she was gnawing on her bottom lip, something he really liked seeing her do. she shook free of his grip and backed up into the wall behind her, shaking her head at the two men infront of her.
‘so.. you’re mickey 17 -’ she questioned, pointing to the man directly infront of her, who nodded his head vigorously. ‘and - and you’re mickey 18?’ the second man only smirked, and dipped his head in assurance.
she covered her eyes and slid down the wall, sighing loudly at the situation at hand.
‘what are we going to do?’
mickey 18 approached her slyly, placing a hand on her shoulder. ‘we could always -’ she swatted his hand away, glaring at him. ‘don’t you dare finish that sentence.’
she thought about it for a minute, listing the pros and cons of actually doing what he was insinuating. she glanced up at the two men, one stood with his hands crossed over his chest and the other leaning against the wall with a hand covering his mouth. it was simple, one was sweet, soft and caring, and the other was rough, mean and hard.
THE ONLY EXCEPTION ‧₊˚ੈ ponyboy curtis x fem!reader greaser reader / fluff / dallas winston younger sibling reader / lowk an oc background or upbringing / academic rivals to lovers / mentions of sa / intentional use of lowercase / not proofread
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CHAPTER ONE
as she stepped out from the darkness of the theatre and into the bright sunlight, y/n had only two things on her mind - paul newman and a ride home. paul newman is a good looking guy, and the only real attractive person around her is sodapop curtis, and she wouldn’t even think of sodapop like that.
in her opinion, sodapop was the best looking from the gang. he had a perfectly set jaw with a movie star smile and golden brown hair, he was basically perfect. all the curtis brother were good looking. darry was a big muscular guy, with a real hard face, but it made him look good, he was an attractive looking guy.
ponyboy however, she didn’t like him too much because he didn’t like her, so she tried not to get his looks mixed up with his personality. even though he had that curtis charm, he was still horrible to her.
the movie was great, but her friends didn’t think so. they were socs, and they weren’t too fond on the idea of sports or anything like that, let alone pool.
she wished she had better friends to go to the movies with. the only films her friend grouped liked were the summertime beach ones or romance, so she had to really beg them to come see ‘the hustler.’
conveniently enough, ponyboy was in the same screening as her, and was just a couple of steps ahead of her. ‘i’m gonna walk home with ponyboy is that alright with you guys?’ her friends glanced past her for the boy, making sure she wasn’t just ditching them after eating their popcorn. ‘yeah go ahead, we’ll see on you monday!’
she was left with a chorus of goodbyes as she walked away, catching up with ponyboy. ‘hey pony!’ his pace slowed a bit, peeking behind him slowly incase it was a soc.
she really wishes she didn’t have to do this, but it was scary being a greaser girl walking the streets alone, and it was even worse having dallas winston as your brother.
he stopped in his tracks, leaning against the wall beside him and waited for her. he rolled in eyes at her presence, wishing she could’ve just kept to herself and not bothered him.
when she finally caught up to him, they didn’t even glance at eachother, but they both knew it was safer to walk together then alone. it wasn’t even a minute of walking in silence before they were joined by a red corvair beside them on the road filled with socs.
‘just stay quiet and walk faster.’
the car trailed beside for a bit, whistling and hollering at the two walking. they eventually reached their breaking point and a whole bunch of them got out of the car, looked like five or six of them to y/n.
they kept walking, and even though they kept their mouths shut, they both knew they were both thinking about what happened to johnny a few weeks prior. she didn’t carry a blade and she knew ponyboy didn’t either, it would just give the cops more of a reason to separate him and his brothers, so as of right now - they were screwed.
the group of socs surrounded them, smirking at the situation they were in. ‘hey grease.’ they all laughed at that opening line, like some sort of unfunny inside joke.
she tried to remember their faces, but she could only name two of them - bob sheldon and randy anderson, who were the most soc people you could come by. they were all dressed well and cleanly shaven, but there was something about them that seemed dirty. like they had the most foul personalities on the planet and disgusting smug grins.
‘we’re gonna do you a favour, greaser. we’re gonna cut all that long greasy hair off.’ she could feel ponyboy tense up from beside her, and she knew all the boys treasured their long hair greatly.
there was one soc in particular, who’s about two grades above her in school who always has his eyes on her, he was big enough to pin her down, and she really didn’t like the way he was looking at her right now either.
she zoned out on what they were saying and tried to look for a way to get out. there was nothing. she only realised how deep shit they were in when a medium blonde guy pulled a knife from his back pocket and flipped it open, staring at ponyboy. she could feel him back up, straight into one of their chests.
they all ganged up on him, so she took that as her chance to get away and find a broken pop bottle or something. she remembered the time steve held off a couple of guys with one, she couldn’t only hope she would have the same luck.
unfortunately, a big one grabbed the hood of her jacket, pulling her to the ground. she tried to crawl away, but two of them got her by the ankles and pinned her on her back.
ponyboy’s pained cries echoed in her ears, she tried to block out the sound and close her eyes, but the guy on top of her was so close it was hard to focus on anything else.
his hand undone the first button on her shirt and he smirked, until she got one of her hands free and socked him right in the eye. she didn’t feel anything after that, but she could tell she was free and immediately rolled onto her hands and knees, pushing herself up from the floor.
she felt like vomiting, and her heart was beating so fast she could feel it through her chest. everything made her dizzy but she couldn’t sit back down and make a big deal of it, she had to man up.
the clothes were dirty and her hair was all over the place. she looked at the car the socs left in, and she just prayed they weren’t gonna do what she thought they were gonna do to her.
she glanced over at pony, who was still sprawled out on the ground with sodapop hovering over him, trying to sit him up straight. she couldn’t hear what he was saying, and she honestly didn’t want to.
johnny came up beside her, and they watched as the gang chased after the corvair or helped ponyboy ease up. she was grateful it wasn’t her who had the blade pulled on her.
‘you alright?’ he asked quietly, watching as her gaze shifted around awkwardly. ‘yeah i’m fine. i didn’t have no blade on my throat.’
she sent him a small smile as thank you
she kept her eyes on pony, who was still shaking like a dog and looked on the verge of tears while being held by soda. his neck was bleeding real bad and he had blood smeared on his cheek, but no one said anything - probably because the gang thought it looked tough.
steve appeared at her other side, clapping her on the back and wiping dirt off her jacket. ‘they didn’t getcha too bad, did they y/n?’ his concern made sodapop look over to her, which led the rest of the gang awaiting her answer.
‘i said i’m fine, honest. y’all should be worrying about ponyboy, not me.’
two-bit swung his arm round her neck, dragging her towards the curtis house as he did so. ‘but you’re like our very own kid sister! we gotta worry for you too.’ she lightly chuckled at his words, and laughed harder once he started ruffling her hair.
two could be a real piece of work sometimes, and with y/n he was even worse. many people who didn’t know them too well thought two-bit was her brother instead of dally, but dally made sure it was a known fact they were siblings.
the curtis brothers who were trailing behind them only questioned pony, deciding against laughing with everyone else. ‘easy ponyboy, they ain’t gonna hurt you no more. either of you.’ soda claimed, poking her in the back. darry placed a hand on her shoulder in agreement to his brother.
‘i don’t want anyone walking by themselves no more, especially you three.’ darry gestured to y/n, ponyboy and johnny, who all nodded in response - yet they all knew his demands were mere suggestions. ‘it’s just too risky and dangerous, and i sure as hell ain’t bringing any of y’all to the hospital.’ the man continued.
‘hey you won’t ever be bringing y/n cause there’ll be no need. my sister is as tough as nails.’ dally came by, giving a heavy shove to the girl and pushed her from the footpath. ‘i didn’t know you were out of the cooler yet dally.’ she spoke, regaining her balance and joining the group once again.
she couldn’t even remember what he was in for this time, but it mustn’t have been too bad if he was let out early.
he waved his hands around to grab her attention with a cigarette in his mouth, before taking it out and blowing the smoke out. ‘good behaviour. got out early.’ he passed the cigarette to johnny, and soon enough they were all smoking the same blunt - all except y/n.
‘hey i gotta split.’ two-bit said as he walked toward his old, beaten up piece of junk. ‘get over here and give me a push start!’ both y/n and johnny got behind the trunk of his car, and began to push once he started the engine.
‘see ya guys later!’
y/n sighed as she watched two-bit drive away in the evening sun, and now she was ready to go home and fall fast asleep in her warm bed. ‘i better go aswell, jan would want me home by now.’ she started, saying goodbyes to each of the boys. ‘let me walk ya, can’t go by yourself again.’ dally said, falling in line with her steps.
as the two siblings walked home in comfort, the curtis house was quiet enough. soda had finished giving darry a massage and now they were all in bed, trying to calm down after what happened to the youngest of them.
ponyboy lay alongside his brother sodapop, who he thought was asleep by now. ‘soda?’ ponyboy wasn’t even sure he was awake, but he was no way near tired himself. ‘yeah?’ his brother answered quietly.
‘how come you dropped out?’
there were often random things that ponyboy thought about when his mind couldn’t stop racing, and this was one of them. he also wondered what his life would be like with his parents, without y/n, and with more y/n - but he told himself not to think about that one.
he could hear sodapop sigh before responding. ‘ ’cause i’m dumb. the only things i was passing anyway were auto mechanics and gym.’ pony rolled his eyes at his brothers naiveness.
‘you’re not dumb.’
‘yeah i am. shut up and ill tell you something. don’t tell darry though.’
ponyboy propped himself up on one arm, looking down on soda to hear his words. sodapop always had the best news in town, working in the dx made him that way.
soda shot him a smile, before rolling over to his back. ‘i think i’m gonna marry sandy. after she gets out of school and i get a better job and everything. i might wait till you get out of school, though. so i can still help darry with the bills and stuff.’
the brunette boy leaned away, soaking in his brothers words. ‘tuff enough. wait till i get out, though, so you can keep darry off my back.’ he absolutely dreaded the day soda leaves.
‘don’t be like that kid, i told you he don’t mean half of what he says.’
ponyboy laid flat on his back once more, pondering what to say next. ‘you in love with sandy? what’s it like?’
he dreamt of having a sandy for himself. someone really pretty looking who loved and cared for him. he could hear sodapop sigh happily. ‘it’s real nice.’ the reply lingered in the air for a moment before soda turned and faced ponyboy.
his eyebrows were scrunched and a teasing smile played on his face. ‘why are you asking about love anyway? you got someone in school you like seeing?’
ponyboy whipped his head around to face his brother, causing them to both laugh. ‘absolutely not.’ he said sternly yet with a slight chuckle resting on his lips.
‘is it y/n?’
the boy could only raise a brow at his brother, silently telling him to quiet down. ‘don’t look at me like that because i know how you really feel!’ he pulled a pillow over his head to shield his ears from his annoyance of a sibling.
the words echoed in his head as he lulled to sleep, playing tricks on his mind and toying with his dreams.
‘shut the hell up.’
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authors note!! i’m so sorry but this is gonna be it for a week or so but i have so much work to do in school and im actually sick at the minute so i gotta take a break from writing. i’m also aware this isn’t that good but bear with me bc we’re just getting started, i promised it’ll get better and i’ll include more ponyboy moments. likes and reblogs are appreciated x
OVERLY ENTHUSIASTIC ‧₊˚ੈ joaquin torres x fem!reader. fluff / suggestive? / you’re an avenger / after endgame / sam and bucky trio / intentional use of lowercase / not proofread
the blip wasn’t good for anyone really, except joaquin torres. yeah, of course he lost some friends and family but the outcome of it was pretty good for him. he became lieutenant in the air force, befriended sam wilson, and got awfully close to being the falcon - yet sam wouldn’t admit it.
even since before the snap, he had deeply admired the avengers, which included sam, bucky, and you, but he would never tell his friends which person he admired more.
you briefly met once in the compound for sam’s birthday party and he was surprisingly shocked at your skill in playing poker. that evening he left with an ache in his stomach and a yearn in his heart for a woman he didn’t even talk to. he threw silent curses at wanda in his head for keeping you at her side the whole night.
and though he kept silent about it to avoid getting laughed at by sam, his friend could tell he had taken a liking towards you - his stares were quite obvious.
the second time he saw you was at your very own promotion ceremony, you had been given the spot of being the presidents first man in the air, meaning you were sent on high risk air missions at the presidents command. which took a lot of work to accomplish, and was one of the many reasons why joaquin took an interest in you.
in his head you were the perfect pair. two highly trained pilots both at high ranks in the air force, you were practically made for each other. and when sam called you in to help with a mission that seemed too big for just captain america and the falcon, he realised there was so much more to you beneath your skin.
it was eight am on the dot when you arrived in the compound, the sun was shining brightly down on you as you walked, the sound of your boots hitting the pavement echoed with each step. right now, in your eyes, this was a simple mission sam needed help on - nothing extraordinary.
but you were blissfully unaware of who watched you take your strides from the upper levels of the building.
‘oh my god there she is! she’s getting so close i’m so nerv-‘
joaquin’s face was pressed to the glass wall of the common area, where he eagerly watched as you neared the entrance of the building. ‘she’s gonna see you if you keep staring like that, and that won’t be a good real first impression.’ sam spoke with humour in his tone, clearly teasing the boy.
‘how is she gonna see me if im all the way up here huh?’
‘you do know she was an avenger right? she can more than likely sense someone staring at her, that someone being you.” sam poked a finger in the tan man’s chest, who had finally pulled away from the window and approached sam.
he scoffed at sam, and felt a pang of anxiety in his chest when his friend uttered those words. ‘well jokes on you, because i was a stealth pilot!’ he said, gesturing to the air force logo on his shirt with a smirk
‘so was she.’
sam patted his friend on the back, laughing as he did so. ‘for someone so skilled in tech, you are so dumb with words.’
the door to the room buzzed as it opened, allowing your entrances to be known. your eyes immediately found sam’s, the two of you breaking into giddy grins after in so long.
‘good morning cap.’ your voice was dangerously sly, sarcasm lacing your lips as you joked.
‘now don’t you dare start talking to me like a 1960s war veteran.’
you both laughed, bringing each other into tight hugs once you finally reached one another. you pulled away, eyes meeting with another young man behind sam. you smiled cheekily, watching as the he stumbled over his introduction.
‘good morning lieutenant or um - ma’am - y/n, it’s uh, nice to meet you officially.’ he gave an awkward grin as he shook your hand, glancing at sam briefly with embarrassment in his eyes.
‘ugh don’t start with that official bullshit, call me y/n.’
sam chuckled at his teammate, finding his new behaviour funny. ‘y/n i want you to meet my newest recruit, joaquin torres.’ he couldn’t have been much younger than you, maybe a year or so behind you in flight training.
you smiled at the fondness in his eyes, remembering how he once introduced you to bucky and steve the same way before the blip, back then you were the new recruit, who received all the snarky jokes and comments.
‘looks like you’ve finally passed on the bird suit, i am so not gonna miss red wing.
the two men shook their heads laughing, well aware of your feelings around the drone. ‘uh no way, i still got him on my new suit, you’re never getting rid of him. i never understood why you and nat don’t like him.’
you raised your hands in mock defence, chucking to yourself. ‘it’s like an insect following you around in fights, it’s annoying.’ joaquin and sam exchanged glances, tutting at your words. ‘hey i love red wing, just so you know.’ joaquin butted in, that boy really wanted you like him, but he can’t stand red wing slander.
‘suck up.’
his head spun to face you, a hurt expression etched on his features. ‘alright alright, why don’t we go to my office and review the mission.’ sam waved his hand dismissively, brushing off your comment towards joaquin.
‘can’t have you two having a brawl before we even get started.’
after you gathered in sam’s office to discuss the missions rules, actions and procedures, you eventually noticed how skilled joaquin was in his work, and how he looked more than happy to obey sam’s orders. he seemed to be the perfect fit for sam since bucky went askew to become congressman, maybe - just maybe, you could stick around to fill the space you were previously in.
you were currently laid on the large leather couch in the room, and was researching more about adamantium when sam suddenly left, claimed he had samples he needed to check on, leaving you and joaquin alone in his office.
the silence was peaceful, and you were content to work alone, joaquin on the other hand, was not. the poor man who was given the task of getting more information on the buyer was clawing his eyeballs out as he stared at his computer screen. he wanted to talk to you so badly, but he was just so nervous of seeming uncool that he didn’t know what to say.
luckily for him, you were the one who broke the silence.
‘i saw you staring at me from the window by the way, i couldn’t tell if you wanted me to notice or not.’ he groaned into his hands with embarrassment, sam was right. as always.
you peered at him from the top of your computer, laughing at his weird antics. ‘i’m sorry, i didn’t want to come off as annoying and i think your really cool - because you were an avenger and stuff -‘ not for any other reason. ‘and i was eager to meet you.’
a small smile broke out on your face from his sheepish confession, and you put your computer to the side. you soon found yourself in a deep conversation about the avengers, talking about who you thought was the strongest or funniest or overall best.
‘no way you think tony was the coolest! it’s obviously steve!’
‘absolutely not. you’re only saying that because you’re captain americas sidekick, iron man is way cooler than cap and tony is also cooler than steve. there’s no denying it!’
your efforts to defend tony went through deaf ears as joaquin explained why steve was the best choice. ‘let’s just agree to disagree, alright?’ the man finally stopped his endless rant about steve rogers and eventually agreed to finish.
he sighed softly, pondering more questions to ask you. ‘oh! who actually makes the best jokes. 3..2..1..go!’
‘thor!’
‘thor!’
you jumped up in joy as you finally agreed on something, the both of you laughing as you simultaneously said your answers. the atmosphere was radiant now, with the two of you comfortably talking about this random topic.
‘y’know you’re actually a pretty funny guy, even though i’ve only known you a couple hours.’ you said quietly, as you stared at his side profile. he was also pretty handsome too, but you weren’t gonna tell him that. not yet anyway.
joaquin felt his ego inflate at your words, and the tips of his ears redden, and he only prayed you didn’t notice it. he left his spot at the desk a while ago and was now sat beside you on the couch, with your laptop forgotten about on the coffee table.
you two had also gotten closer with all the jumping and moving about you did, so now you’re placed directly infront of him with your hands on his knees which were almost tucked to his chest.
‘well you’re actually better than what everyone made you out to be.’ he admitted yet still in a taunting tone.
you raised a brow at his comment, curious about how others talk about you. ‘oh? how so?’ your response came out slowly, questioning his words.
he shook his head bashfully, while thinking about what to say. ‘i don’t know how to say it, i guess you’re just.. perfect.’ you laughed at his wording, trying to bring your hopes back down because there was no way he thought that highly of you.
‘you really think so?’
he hadn’t realised the true meaning behind his sentence until you said that, but he did infact mean it. he really did think you were perfect. his breath caught in his throat as he looked in your eyes, nodding as a reply. he really hoped you didn’t notice his face heating up.
‘yeah.’
he reached out to push a strand of your hair behind your ear, lightly caressing your jaw as he did so. the two of you leaned in, getting closer as you nearly met in the middle. he was right there, if either of you moved an inch you would -
‘cmon guys, we gotta head to this base to get some samples and away from all distractions’ sam bursted through the door, gathering his bag and suit as he walked in. he was loud and authoritative, and real glad he put a stop to whatever you were about to do.
you leapt from your seat on the couch, slightly embarrassed at what you were doing. ‘i’ll get my gear from my car and meet you guys in the parking lot.’
once you left the room and left the two men in silence, they both stared at each other in annoyance and disbelief.
‘man i cannot believe you did that.’
‘i can’t believe you did that! i was so close!’ joaquin threw his hands in the air, bothered by his friend’s interruption. sam shook his head at the dark haired man, acting like a single father trying to parent his teenager.
‘is this why you were overly enthusiastic about her joining us?’
THE ONLY EXCEPTION ‧₊˚ੈ ponyboy curtis x fem!reader greaser reader / fluff / dallas winston younger sibling reader / lowk an oc background or upbringing / academic rivals to lovers / intentional use of lowercase / not proofread
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PROLOGUE
the cold, hard breeze of autumn slipped through the cracked windows and provided the room with a chilly atmosphere. the cold air spread easily, eventually reaching the young girls nose which was peaking out from the top of her bedsheets.
it was a thin, cheap duvet cover bought on short notice when the winston siblings came to stay. aunt jan - as y/n liked to call her, was really no relation of theirs by blood, but was the only adult who was in shape to care for the two teens until they were old enough to live alone.
janice was a the type of lady who worked all around town, grabbing as many jobs as possible, and when you work in a town such as tulsa, you’re gonna meet a few odd people. that was how she met y/n winston.
a young girl, who was about six years old at the time, came into the diner janice worked at and handed two neatly stacked piles of coins on the counter and just barely whispered, asking for a burger and fries. the child’s head slightly peaked over the top of the counter, only meeting eyes with janice when stood of the tips of her toes.
when she served the girl, she seated her in a booth near enough to the register, where she could still keep her eyes on her. the child made no noise, sitting quietly while rocking her short legs back and forth. the only things she spoke were quiet, mumbled thank you’s.
janice asked the other waitresses about the girl, and soon found out she was the daughter of two constant drug and alcohol addicts, and the father left not long after finding out she was a baby girl. janice felt pity and could tell the child didn’t have enough money to come here often, and that was when she introduced the young girl to dr. peppers.
‘i don’t have enough money.’
‘it’s on the house.’
the poor woman was sure she’d never seen a smile so wide once she uttered those words. she’d stepped away for a brief moment to serve another table and get the kid some napkins, but by time she came back the heavy pint sized glass was empty.
janice let out a sigh, berating herself for giving such a young child such a large and sugary drink. ‘alright kid, where’d ya spill it.’ ‘i drank it.’ she deadpanned. the girl only grinned at her own m cheeky comment, showing off a missing tooth in her mouth.
the woman chuckled, lightly scoffing at the young girls slyness. ‘you want another one?’ the brunette dug in her pocket, only pulling out a dime and a small pebble, before shaking her head at the waitress. the disappointment displayed across the child’s face tugged at janice’s heart strings, she sighed once again and finally replied.
‘tell ya what kid, you get me five coupons for grocery shopping and clean atleast five tables everytime you come in here, i’ll letcha get a burger and drink for free, okay?”
the woman stared at the child, who’s eyes were filled with shock and jaw was dropped. ‘this only works if you keep your side of the deal, alright?’ the girl could only nod her head aggressively in response, still silent with surprise.
she leapt from her seat, now standing infront of janice, ‘i can start now.’ she spoke with more confidence than previous. she ran out of the diner, with the waitresses gaze following her, watching as she ran in direction of the local store.
‘i’m gonna regret this.’
the two girls only got closer and y/n got older, and she began to work more as she neared ten. sometimes her brother dallas would come in, demanding a hotdog and a pepsi, he’d threaten his poor sister, but would eventually empty his pockets and pay the total - janice forced him.
this was what led to janice being their official guardian.
after their mothers overdose and father being a no - show, she had to take responsibility and care for the children. it wasn’t long ago really, just a month or so after y/n’s tenth birthday. the fear of separation made dally and y/n closer, even though he wouldn’t admit it.
his fourteen year old self was scared of losing her, so he introduced her to the gang, knowing that if something really did take him away from her, the curtis house would help her. and when dally finally did grow some legs and go to new york, she found herself hanging around with those boys when janice wasn’t around.
the curtis home was a real warm, welcoming place, the type of place to relax after a long day of work, which is exactly what mr.curtis did once he came home from work each day. he was greeted with the smell of cake wafting around the house due to y/n wanting to make something nice for the boys, or the sound of piano keys bouncing off the walls serenely from mrs.curtis giving the young girl lessons
all the boys found it comforting, like two-bit when he stops by after getting pissed drunk and having the taste of pancakes nursing him through the hangover the next morning, or even tim shepard who made himself comfortable on the couch and was lulled to sleep by the inaudible sound of micky mouse on the television.
all the boys except ponyboy found it comforting. in-fact, he absolutely loathed her presence in his home. he found her to be the most bothersome person in the world.
it wasn’t solely because of her close relationship with darry and sodapop, or that she was the only kid that steve genuinely liked as a person. he wasn’t jealous of how kind darry was to her and how steve taught her all about cars and actually became good friends when he helped her through her first period.
no, it wasn’t any of that.
it was that her - a greaser, dallas winston’s delinquent kid sister who cussed and fought and did all the typical greaser stuff, was smarter than him.
it started as a small annoyance in his daily life at his home, she would arrive in around evening time, sporting a large grin that was similar to two-bit’s and tell everyone her latest test score, just as he done a few hours prior. and he now knew, just by the smallest glance thrown at him by darry, she did better than him. darry’s gaze was telling him to be better, to work harder.
then once he got moved up a grade, he unfortunately ended up in her class, and the two competed against each other in every little thing they did. whether it was the big end of year exam or simply reading a small paragraph aloud in class. they always tested each other by getting a higher grade or raising a hand faster.
and y/n, as a winston, was quick to notice ponyboy’s bitter attitude towards her. she knew full well that ponyboy was supposed to be the quietest and sweetest curtis brother, so she immediately picked up on his behaviour when they first met.
she treated him the exact same way he treated her.
whenever she wasn’t working or hanging around at the curtis household - she was studying. ponyboy couldn’t think he was better than her, so she had to work harder.
after years of knowing eachother, the resentment only grew, and soon everyone in the gang knew that ponyboy didn’t like y/n, and y/n didn’t like ponyboy. it was clear, yet no one knew why.
two-bit was the most interested in their distaste for one another, always asking things like ‘is it because she’s older than you? it’s only by a couple of months!’ or ‘are you scared to talk to him because he looks like soda and you think soda’s handsome?’ he never did find out why they didn’t like each other and everyone knew he never would.
even now, as two mature fourteen and fifteen year old kids, they still held a petty grudge and never spoke kindly to each other. they were fine with that. ponyboy was content with spending his lunch with johnny and two-bit and she was more than happy to partner up with her middle class, almost soc-y friends when working in pairs.
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authors note! okay i’m actually really excited to post this bc it took like a week to write and even tho the polls not finished i already know the outcome is gonna be academic rivals to lovers so i based it off that. i also just wanna say that it’s not gonna be fully book or movie accurate, like their parents backstory and stuff, so there may be a few changes to the plot. but other than that i hope you like it and likes and reblogs are appreciated x
i also just realised i sorta made a description for the reader, but you can just imagine her how you want her to be <3
