summary: art is quick to take patrick's advice when you get mad at him for something he thinks is silly, but it doesn't seem to be doing the trick.
wc: 1.4k+
cw: silly argument but they're not really arguing, art tries flattery, stubborn!reader, kissing, suggestive
Art isnât ever this touchy with you, which is unfortunate given how angry you are with him. You huff unhappily, squirming when he doesnât remove his hands from your waist. Art takes another step closer to you, pressing his chest to your back, his arms caressing your sides. He ducks his face down, pressing a kiss to your neck. He hears your dissatisfied sigh, and you step away from your boyfriend, turning to look at him with an unhappy furrow between your brow. Art swallows thickly, ready to stop bothering you and accept that youâre going to need your space before he can try apologising again. He exhales, fingers twitching at your side, but when he glances up across the room, he catches Patrickâs eyes.
âMan, she just needs to know that you love her and that you wonât give up on her. Sheâs going to fold like nothing else if you just show her how much you want her - give her a few kisses.â
So instead, Art moves his hands on your waist to spin you around so you're facing him, then intertwines his fingers with yours, tugging you towards him. You sigh, and Art softens his eyes in that way he knows youâre weak for. âCome on baby,â He begins, leaning forward to press a kiss to your cheek. He feels you stiffen, but presses another kiss to your face before continuing âletâs just have a good time tonight, and if you really want to, you can go back to being mad at me later.â
When you donât respond, Art trails his hands back up to your waist, wrapping his arms around you. âI know what youâre doing, Art.â You say, and your boyfriendâs breath hitches nervously as his body goes still. âJust because other people are around, doesnât mean Iâm going to stop being mad at you. Thereâs consequences to your actions, you know?â
Art nods, and itâs in that moment that he decides to abandon his suave manners. âOkay, come on, I think we need to talk, baby.â You scoff at Artâs words, but you let him pull you outside by the hand. At least with less people around, you can make more of a scene. You lean your back against the wall of the backyard, crossing your arms over your chest. âOkay, talk.â
âLook, I donât just want you to stop being mad at me because people are around, I want you to stop being mad at me because Iâm sorry! Iâm sorry, and I apologised, and I genuinely mean it, so I donât understand why you wonât accept my apologyâ Art brings his hands up to rest on your biceps, eyebrows furrowed. âI wonât accept your apology because Iâm still mad! You can apologise, but it doesnât change how I feel and itâs not fair if I just accept your apology and still ignore you for the rest of the night!â
Artâs chest deflates in a horrible feeling of guilt, but he still steps closer to you. âYouâre not gonna let me kiss that anger away?â He asks, and you stubbornly shake your head.
Patrick made this sound way easier than it is, Art thinks, but he supposes Patrick has had more women angry at him for even sillier things.
He didnât realise that speaking to some girls at the training centre would make you angry just because his shirt was off. But apparently you thought they were âoglingâ and Art shouldnât be around other women at all, let alone in his sweaty, shirtless state.
Art lowers his face down, nudging the side of your nose with his. âYou just wanna stay mad, donât you?â He mumbles, smiling when you shake your head again. âSo you wonât mind if I kiss you?â He asks, angling his lips towards yours when you donât answer. You donât move to connect your lips, so he takes liberty of doing so himself. He feels your stiff posture begin to loosen, but your lips are unmoving against his, so he pulls back, muttering âDonât be like that. You know I only have eyes for my future wife.â
Again, Art doesnât get a response from you, so instead he just reconnects his lips to yours. He canât help but smile a little into the kiss when you completely melt against him this time, uncrossing your arms so you can place your hands on your boyfriendâs chest. Art hums into the kiss when you move your lips against his, one hand coming up to play with his hair. Art presses you harder against the wall, a groan leaving his chest when a small noise of pleasure leaves you. You donât like fighting with Art, even if heâs the one in the wrong, but you need him to prove that heâll fight for you.
Your lips separate when Art pulls away to see the expression on your face. He canât make out what youâre feeling, so he cups your face in one of his large hands, thumb swiping up to wipe saliva off the bottom of your lip. He watches as your eyes flicker down to his hand, then back up to meet his gaze. âYou gonna tell me whatâs going through your head?â
âDonât take Patrickâs advice again.â You order, and Artâs face goes bright red. âYouâre smart enough to figure things out yourself.â
Art swallows thickly, subconsciously glancing into the house despite the windows being reflective, so he can only see the way youâve both pressed up against each other by the wall. âDid - how do you know?â
âTashi told me.â You tell him, playing with his hair. Art nods. Of course Tashi told you because of course she was secretly listening to the conversation he was having with Patrick when she pretended to be busy and uninterested. âI wonât listen to him.â He reassures you, gasping quietly when you slip a hand under his shirt, resting it on his abdomen. âAnd youâll take me back to yours after this, right?â Art nods early, pecking your lips quickly and whispering against them âI can take you back to mine right now.â
The little giggle that leaves you surprises Art, who straightens up to look down at you properly. You bring both your hands to his chest, leaving his hair a mess so you can softly push him away from you. His wide eyes amuse you, and he desperately grasps one of your hands in his when you begin leading him back into the house party, telling him âI think we still deserve to have fun before I spend the rest of the night staring at your abs.â
You let go of Artâs hand the second youâre back in the house, already finding Tashi across the room, and leaving him to drag his feet to where Patrick stands alone with a beer. He can only think about what you mean when you say youâre going to spend the night staring at his abs, and he feels his trousers uncomfortably tighten at the thought of you perched on his lap as he lays back shirtless on his bed, your hands on his abdomen as you trace the lines on his chest. He can vividly imagine the smile on your face as you lean down, pressing kisses to his neck, then down his chest and tummy before finally hooking your fingers in the band of his boxers and pulling them down.
Art shudders as he reaches Patrick, and his friend slaps a hand onto his shoulder, gripping him there and shaking him. Art groans, uncomfortably shifting. He shouldnât have let his mind wander because now the rest of the party is going to feel like hell.
âShe kiss you a little too good out there?â Patrick asks, and Art nods, leaning against the table next to him. âTashi told her, by the way.â He adds, letting his eyes blink shut momentarily.
âOh yeah, I was counting on it.â Artâs eyes snap open and he turns to look at his best friend with a look of utter confusion. Patrick waves his hand in dismissal, nodding his head in a direction for Art to follow. Art frowns when it just leads to you across the room, talking animatedly to Tashi. Fuck, he didnât even realise you looked so good tonight when he was fighting for his life.
âOkay, have fun.â Art tells Patrick, beelining in your direction with no other explanation. Patrick watches as Art immediately strings an arm around your waist, tugging you away from Tashi, who raises her eyebrows at him. He doesnât say much to her â only what looks like an apology â before quickly dragging you out of the house. Yeah, he could really spend a night of you staring his abs. At when thatâs over, heâll worship you for an eternity.
summary: after witnessing an interesting exchange, sirius can't help but seek you out for a conversation.
wc: 1.7k+
cw: gender imbalance, pureblood lifestyle, suggestive ish, is this kind of angsty?
When Sirius Black interrupts your letter writing by the black lake, the first thing you feel is surprise that he hasnât shown up earlier. You smile amusedly to yourself, turning your letter face down onto the grass next to you and capping your inc bottle so you can turn to face the awaiting boy. Of course, his expression is smug and heâs smirking to himself, but you meet his eyes with equal amusement. âHere to entertain me?â You ask, leaning back onto a single hand.
âDonât all women love a man who can make them laugh?â He retorts as response, running a hand through his hair. He shows you his teeth when he smiles, posing perfectly for you as he awaits a response from you. âIâm not sure if you were listening to that conversation you eavesdropped on the other day-â Sirius raises his eyebrows but lets you proceed without mentioning the fact that you were in public in when the conversation occurred. â-but I want a man who isnât entirely a scumbag, not one who can make me laugh.â
Sirius groans in mock disappointment, beginning to push himself off the grass with a huff of âI should go then.â
âStay.â Sirius slumps back onto the grass the instant he hears your voice, but he would have done so either way, so heâs a little surprised youâve said anything at all. His smile drops when you pick up your letter again, so he resorts to forcing your attention onto him. He snatches the parchment out of your hands, and all you do is sigh as he noses around, scanning through the letter to your parents. Heâs a little taken aback when he reads some details about the Lestrange whose behaviour caused a missed opportunity with you. âIâm a little surprised, actually,â Sirius begins, putting the letter down âthat you would turn a Lestrange down for the way he acts but would give me a chance.â
Sirius expects an instant rejection that he will obviously ignore. Little miss perfect will of course be disgusted to actually imagine herself with the disgraceful Black brother, and he will have to make her laugh, flirt a little and then serenade her. Instead, heâs met with the tilt of a head and a playful single shoulder shrug. âI donât know. I could fix you, I think.â
âFix me? What, make me the perfect pureblooded business man?â You grin, leaning forward and hooking a finger in the chain of Siriusâs necklace and pulling it out from underneath his uniform. You trace the engraved metal and the purple gem in its middle â the family heirloom that he hides underneath his clothes yet wears everyday. âSomething like that.â You mumble, glancing up to meet his eyes. Sirius plucks the heirloom back, stuffing it beneath his shirt once more. âOr maybe I can convert you?â Sirius suggests, purposefully reaching out to stick up the end of your collar. He stares at you for a long moment, but you keep his gaze, refusing to be the first one to break eye-contact. Finally, with your eyes still on him, you bring both hands up to smooth down your collar, and Sirius mumbles âThere it is. How about I turn your perfectly composed manners into something with a little more attitude? Ruin that pureblood pleasing mindset and make you a little rebellious?â
âYou donât think itâll be rebellious enough to bring you home to my parents?â Sirius scoffs with a playful eye roll, but you hold your index finger up to silence him, continuing âImagine the ruckus in the pureblooded community when someone of my status turns down a Lestrange for the disowned Black brother? Bring you back to the family for the wedding, pretend everything is perfect, then we both disappear off the face of the planet to supposedly fulfil our parentsâ wishes?â Sirius is intrigued. Of course, he will never return back home to his parents unless to prove a point. Could you be the point he makes? But thatâs not the first thing he thinks of. He immediately wonders why youâre so eager to disappear from your parentsâ lives the second you get married, which will inevitably be within a few months of graduating.
Sirius takes a long look at you, taking in your face to try and read you. Despite how playful you have been with him the entire time, your expression is now unreadable. The pureblood life, especially as a woman, is torturous. Sitting around being perfect whilst your family decides your fate until it is handed to another man. Sirius can imagine youâre tired of it, being forced to meet man after man as a potential suitor, and when your parents have finally made a decision on a potential husband from the pool of suitors, the disappointment from Rabastan must have been your last straw.
âDone with them?â He asks, voice dropping into complete seriousness, sympathy pooling in his eyes. You nod softly, glancing down to the grass as you pull at stubborn green strands of nature. âSo done with them.â You mutter, barely enunciating so Sirius can barely make out your words. Heâs taken aback by that â muttering around pureblooded parents would have received you a silencing hex for an entire week so they wind up sure that the next time you speak, itâll be done with poise and elegance.
âAnd youâre not joking?â Sirius asks, returning to the topic of conversation. You sigh, wiping your hands off from the dirt and grabbing your bag so you can settle it onto your lap. You place your letter and bottle of ink into your bag, and genuinely say âNo, I donât think so. But itâs alright. When they marry me off, itâll be to a man who doesnât care what I do as long as I make the right appearances.â
âAnd give him children.â Sirius adds, but he shuts his mouth at the immediate shake of your head. âNot happening, thank you.â
Even though Sirius wants to ask you dozens of more questions, he forces himself to change the topic of conversation and to lift your spirits. He resorts to flirting again. âHey if it makes you feel better, the one thing you donât have to change is your looks. The personality â scrap it! But you are one beautiful woman.â Sirius catches the way your cheeks shyly flex in a flattered smile, but you force yourself to raise your eyebrows in an unimpressed manner, clarifying âScrap the entire personality? Damn it, Iâve spent years working on that one.â
âSee, cursing is already an improvement. Just fix the rest of it, then we can get married.â
You put on an apologetic expression, and reach forward to place a hand over Siriusâs. âIâm sorry Black, Iâve spent years being chased by men without having to change a single thing about myself. Thatâs not changing now.â You have Sirius fooled with your acting, and itâs only when the amusement returns to your eyes that Sirius scoffs, licking his lips, a small smile existing on his lips against his will. âFine. I suppose Iâll tear myself down and become a new man for you.â
You straighten up, your face morphing into an offended expression as you gasp lightly, snapping âI am asking of you nothing of the sort. You need to start believing youâre perfect just the way you are and the people who are perfect for you will suddenly appear in your life.â
Sirius is stunned into silence, and for a long, long moment, he doesnât make a single sound. Then suddenly âHave you been lying to me about your identity?â
âExcuse me?â
Sirius shuffles closer to you on the grass, snatching your hand with the heirloom ring on your finger. He nudges it with his finger, asking âIs this real?â You splutter, unsure of Siriusâs intentions. âYeah, itâs real.â You promise, and Sirius frowns. âHow can such wise and loving words come from a pureblooded woman raised by some of the most evil people in the world?â
âCome on, Iâm sure thereâs worse people out there.â
âI would marry you, you know.â Sirius says with a finality, and you cackle loudly, throwing your head back with disbelief. âNo Iâm serious. We can get it annulled immediately after, but if what you want is to be married off so your family canât control you anymore, letâs do it.â
You smile kindly, reaching up to rest a hand on Siriusâs arm. âYouâre really sweet Sirius. And youâre going to wake up and wish you never said any of that, so Iâm going to have to reject that offer.â Sirius frowns. âI donât regret things often, you know.â
âWe canât get married, weâve never even held hands.â Sirius scoffs, rolling his eyes playfully. He gestures wildly with his hands before cupping your face and yanking it forward so he can slam his lips against yours. You gasp loudly, but before you can make a decision on how to react, Sirius has already pulled away, and it telling you âYouâre just scared that you have an out now.â You huff stubbornly, unhappy with how he has called you out. âYouâre right, and I feel a little silly now because youâre offering to do me the world's biggest favour, but Iâm not brave enough to just walk away.â
Sirius pushes himself off the floor so he can stand, and he wipes his hands on his trousers before offering them to you. You sling your bag through your arm, then reach up for Siriusâs hands, letting him pull you off the floor. Now that he stands so close to you, you remember the way he had looked at you the other day, an amused smile as he stared at you. You werenât surprised when Narcissa approached you an hour later to tell you about her cousinâs interest in you.
âYou know, when I came to find you, I expected for us to argue a little then snog for majority of the afternoon.â You laugh quietly, bumping your shoulder with his, then mumble âWe can still do that if you want to.â You begin walking in the direction to the castle, looking back when you donât find Sirius next to you. You find him frozen in his step, staring at you with wide eyes. âWe can?â He asks, and you shrug lightly with a teasing smile before continuing to walk away from him.
âCome one Black, letâs find ourselves a broom closet.â
summary: an unexpected reunion with your ex boyfriend at your lover's house isn't what your expecting. but you're not expecting the man you're seeing to be the suspect of a murder case either.
wc: 2k+
cw: ex reconciliation, mentions of sex, murder case no details, is this kind of angsty idk?
The mood in the car is the opposite of anything positive, the three agents still hoping to be able to go back home within the next 24 hours. Spencer sits strapped to the middle seat in the back of the car, watching closely as Hotch turns the wheel to pull into a luxurious neighbourhood. Emily is quickly scanning their surroundings to find the correct house, and she points down a street, calling out the number of the villa theyâre all looking for.
âLeft here, left here!â She calls, and Spencer grips onto the seats in front of him to steady himself as the car swerves. The car jolts forward as Hotch puts it into park, and instantly, seatbelts are snapping as the agents jump out of their seats and onto the solid concrete. Guns are immediately holstered as the agents approach the extravagant house, and Hotch begins circling the property, looking for any clues that somebodyâs home. âKnock on the door.â Hotch demands, nodding his head towards the hefty driveway. The path is longer than need be, but everything is more dramatic in this neighbourhood.
Emily and Spencer approach the front door, walking up the steps to the house and knocking on the door with the pretentious ornament hanging there, clearly made of a very expensive metal. In synchrony, the two FBI agents smooth over their clothes, rolling their shoulders back as they await a response from their suspect. When the door finally opens, Emily and Spencer arenât faced with the six foot tall white male with dark hair and striking eyes who is highly ranked at a financing company. Instead, the door is swung open by a beautiful woman in a bathrobe, who, at the sight of Spencer and Emily, immediately shuts the door.
âFBI, open the door!â Emily calls out through the door with her badge out, but next to her, Spencerâs mouth immediately dries up. He puts his hand out, and Emily immediately glances down towards the movement, then immediately back up at Spencerâs panicked expression. With her eyes still on Spencer, Emily brings her fist up to knock on the door again.
On the other side of the door, you stand frozen still, hand coming up to play with your freshly dried hair. You glance down at your exposed skin, eyes going wide at the sight of your bare legs. You secure the bathrobe around you. The only put together thing about you at the moment was the mani-pedi your new boyfriend had just paid for. And of course, of the two FBI agents standing outside his door, one of them had to be your ex-boyfriend. So when you open the door again, you plaster on your best smile, aiming your gaze directly at the woman in front of you. âHow can I help?â
âAgent Prentiss. Weâre looking for Frederick Crews.â Emily watches as you shift your weight from foot to foot, pressing your side against the door. âOh, I think heâs upstairs. You can come in, or wait here while I go get him?â Emily nods, taking a step forward, and you instantly make space for her in the doorway as she comes in. Despite yourself, your eyes trail over to Spencer, who smiles awkwardly at you. Emily glances back at the two of you from the entryway, eyebrows knitting together. From the front door, Spencer gulps thickly, barely managing to croak out âExes.â
Emilyâs mouth parts in surprise, and she nods once in understand, especially when he continues with âIt just feels wrong.â
You purse your lips awkwardly, nodding your head slowly before turning back around and looking into the house â all purely to avoid Spencerâs gaze. âYou know, itâs not serious or anything.â You mutter with a shrug of your shoulders. âJust having⊠fun.â Your voice trails off with instant regret as you end your sentence.
Spencer gulps thickly, slowly shaking his head to make it seem like the comment doesnât bother him. Emily cringes from inside the house, immediately assuming the breakup is still fresh. It doesnât help that Spencer shrugs casually, telling you âYou donât have to explain yourself to me.â
Surprise flashes behind your eyes, and you straighten up to fix your posture. Emily sees the movement in your shoulders and head as you scramble to recompose yourself, saying âYeah, I know, I mean⊠Iâm just saying.â A call of Spencerâs name saves you from further humiliation, and he rushes into the house behind Emily, leaving you to ponder on your own in the open doorway. You slowly back out of the doorway, padding into the living room, your hands pressing your bathrobe close to you so you donât flash your ex and his coworker.
âIâm going to get dressed.â You feel the eyes on you as you make your way up the stairs, so you force yourself to keep a steady pace up the steps. When youâre out of earshot, Emily turns to Spencer with a raised eyebrow. âWound hasnât healed yet.â He offers as an excuse not to talk about it. Emily puts a soothing hand on his shoulder, mumbling âYou never know, maybe this is her way of coping.â
âWhat, sleeping around with suspects?â
âHey, she probably doesnât know.â
Spencer huffs, bringing his shoulders up to his ears in a stubborn shrug. He only returns his gaze to the stairs when someone comes down them again, but Spencer now recognises him as the male from their profile. He and Emily stand up in unison to greet this apparent lover of yours, and both agents immediately think differently of you based on him. Spencer canât believe youâd sleep with such a put together misogynist-looking business man, and Emily canât believe Spencer would date someone with standards that would allow that to get into your life.
âMr. Crews,â Spencer surprises Emily by speaking first, squaring his shoulders to appear broader. Emily keeps her eyes on Frederick, but notices when another figure comes down the stairs too. Sheâs sure Spencer does too. âWeâre agents Reid and Prentiss, we have a few questions about an ongoing investigation.â
You walk to the corner of the room, slipping on a discarded pair of heels. Emily turns her attention to you, only just noting that youâre wearing a short dress â most likely one you wore last night on a date with this man. This wasnât your first date with him, but definitely wasnât anything remotely serious either by the way she can tell you were planning on escaping either way. Sheâs a little surprised you were able to withstand his personality based on the way heâs speaking to Spencer, but she assumes the sex must have just been that good.
She canât decide whether or not to follow you outside, but finally turns her attention to the annoying white man in front of her. Your heels click on the floor and just as you reach the floor, Frederick turns towards you mid-sentence, running a hand through his hair and calling out âGive me a call baby, Iâve got a conference tomorrow but the day after?â
Spencer turns to look at you, and his heart swells in his chest at the sight of you leaning against the door and putting on a flirtatious smile. You shrug lightly, muttering teasingly âI donât know, Iâll have to check my schedule.â Frederick blows you a kiss, and your face drops as you turn away from him and towards the door. Spencer has a feeling you wonât be calling him back. Or at least itâs what he tells himself to feel better. You probably will, if Emily is correct in the fact that this is your coping mechanism. Itâs difficult for Spencer to keep his attention on Frederickâs answers as you step out of the door, but he doesnât notice the way you come to a sudden stop when you swing the heavy door open.
Of course, itâs because you come face to face with SSA Hotchner, who stands in front of you intimidatingly, gun holstered in his belt. âSorry, if I could just slip through.â Hotchner stays put as you tip toe around him, pulling the door shut behind you. He turns around with you as you step outside, pulling his notepad out.
âSSA Hotchner with the FBIâs behavioural analysis unit. Whatâs your name and relation to the suspect?â
You gasp quietly, eyes wide as you take in the agentâs words. âSuspect? Fred? I know heâs a jerk but a suspect? He doesnât kill people!â
Hotchner squints at you, pen stilling in his hand. âDid any of my agents specify that it was murder?â
âIt doesnât take a genius to know what the behavioural analysis at the FBI does. Also, I had a friend who works there.â
Hotch canât help the way his lip quirks up into an amused smile at your explanation. âI see. Do you want to answer my question?â
âSpencer will give you my answers.â Hotchâs eyebrows tug in the middle and his forehead wrinkles at the way a fleeting look of sadness overcomes your features at the mention of his subordinateâs name. He flicks his notepad shut then nods once, stepping out of your way to let you leave. You take a step away from him, opening your mouth with a quick intake of breath, words lingering on the tip of your tongue before you close it again with a quick change of your mind. âHave a good day, Agent Hotchner.â You say after a long pause, walking across the street and down a few houses until you reach your car, only your phone and a small clutch in hand.
The front door opens again, and Hotch glances up to meet Emilyâs eyes. She shakes her head softly, nodding towards the car, but as the two of them head in that direction, they realise theyâre missing someone from their troop. Emily glances back to Spencer, finding him frozen in place, staring at you as you reverse your car out of its parking. Once your car is placed correctly onto the road, you check your mirrors, but pause when you catch onto something in your peripheral vision. Spencer watches as you glance out of the window, meeting his eyes, and he feels his breath get stuck in his chest as he looks at you.
Spencer scolds himself the second he makes the decision, but he walks towards you anyway, smiling softly when you immediately roll the window down to greet him back into your life. âA murderer?â You ask, but Spencer shakes his head as he leans down to get a better look at you. âThe facts donât align between the victimsâ times of death, his locations, and overall, his personality. Oddly enough, he doesnât display the same confidence as our killerâs profile.â He laughs nervously to cover up the silence, adding âDonât worry, you didnât sleep with a serial killer.â
Your lips purse into an awkward smile, and your eyes light up as you joke âWell, even if I did, I slept with a guy who put away enough of them for it not to count.â
Spencerâs cheeks go pink and he scoffs out a laugh, laying a hand onto your window sill. Your eyes dip down to his hand, then back up to his eyes again. âHey, I know things ended weird, but I really donât want to end up with a serial killer.â Spencer smiles softly, then nods as he offers âRather end up with someone who puts them away?â
âYeah, you get it.â
Spencer turns around to the house, thinking of Frederickâs offer to you. âHow about we have dinner? Discuss and clear up how things ended?â
âYeah, Iâd like that. I can cook for us?â
âNo, let me take you out.â Your mouth parts, but you nod anyway. A honk behind you jolts both of you out of your daze, and Spencer quickly steps away and holds a hand up in a wave. You smile at him, quickly accelerating onto a different road. Spencer jumps into the backseat of the car, and Hotch begins driving away without a single word. Emily, on the other hand, turns around in her seat to stare at Spencer until the next words fly out of his mouth before he can help it.
summary: Nancy is deeply offended when she finds out her own sister is dating Jonathan Byers and hasn't told her, but after a little investigation, she finds out nothing was ever hidden from her. In fact, you and Jonathan were so open about your relationship that maybe she was just blind the whole time.
wc: 1.4k+
cw: nancy and jonathan never dated thanks, i villainise nancy once more i'm sorry
Nancy never considered herself to be particularly close with any of her siblings, but she never thought she had a bad relationship with them. Now, she canât help but rethink what she knows. She always thought that you'd come tell her about your relationships like she's somewhat done in the past. But as she stands across the street from her own house, she watches through your lit up window as Jonathan Byers pulls his shirt back onto his naked torso, your hands resting on his chest. Jonathan doesnât try swatting your hands away, even when his shirt canât slide all the way down his body â instead, his hands come up to cup your face, and he leans forward to kiss you.
Your sister gulps thickly as she shamelessly stares, feeling an ugly emotion build up inside her. Why wouldnât you tell her about having a boyfriend? Itâs not like sheâs never met this man before - that youâre keeping him secret from everyone in your circle. This is Jonathan. There was a point in time where she saw this man everyday. Sure, theyâre not exactly friends, but Nancy would have expected you to tell her that youâre seeing him. That heâs in your bedroom every night between your sheets with his shirt off, your hands on his bare skin. You donât even have to tell her all these details, but at least a little âJonathan and I are seeing each other.â
Jonathan now fishes your hands out from under his shirt, tugging you closer to him so he can kiss you deeper, but it doesnât last long before youâre pulling away from him. Nancy sees your lips move, face only inches away from Jonathan, and your boyfriend steps away from you, leaning down to grab his backpack and slinging it over one shoulder. He struggles to get his bag over his second arm, especially when you cling onto his side, draping yourself over his body. Jonathan hums, hands securing themselves on the dip of your waist when heâs finally comfortably settled, accepting the kisses you press all over his face. One of his hands leaves your waist to cradle the back of your head, guiding your lips back to his.
Nancy feels utterly betrayed. She feels stupid like this, just standing on her side of the road spying on her sister. She rushes across the street when Jonathan separates from you. She doesnât want to bump into him while he makes his way out of your window. She scrambles through her purse for a moment, looking for her keys before giving up and trying the door handle to see if she even needs them.
Luckily, the door is open. Nancy sighs as she pushes it open, wiping her feet on the doormat before entering the house. She doesnât think she can speak to anyone, so she heads straight towards the stairs, but she violently stops in her tracks when Jonathan comes skipping down them. He offers her a âHey, Nancyâ as he passes her, but all she can do is stay frozen as he passes her. She catches sight of some glitter on his cheeks as he zooms by, and she instantly knows which lip gloss of yours itâs from.
Maybe sheâll give you the benefit of the doubt. Maybe in a week youâll come to her and let her know that thereâs something going on between you and the Byers boy - that everything is very new and you hope things go well with him.
But that week goes by and you act the same as normal. You offer to drive Mike to Willâs when itâs late at night, and Nancy knows what you will be up to. She wonders if Mike and Will know. She wonders if the whole lot knows â Hopper who is often with the Byers, Steve and Robin who are often strung in weird experiments with you, Dustin who is somehow always with you and your friends. Everyone but her. So Nancy brings it upon herself to ask around about it, and who better to ask than your very best friend?
Robin shifts awkwardly on your doorstep, clearing her throat at the sight of a very still Nancy in the doorway. âCan I come in?â Robin asks, eyes glancing towards the stairs, which she needs to get to in order to retreat to your bedroom. In the meantime though, Nancy holds her hostage.
âCan I ask you something?â
Robinâs eyes widen in that very obvious sign of panic of hers, and she squeaks out a high-pitched âSure!â Nancy steps out of the doorway, letting Robin step into the house. Robin momentarily deliberates running up the stairs past Nancy, but instead, she follows your sister to the kitchen, awkwardly standing in the sport nearest to the door in case she needs an escape.
âWhy is my sister hiding her relationship from me?â Nancy asks in a confrontational tone, expecting Robinâs nerves to make her spill out the truth. But instead, Robinâs eyebrows furrow in a state of confusion, posture straightening in her own sense of surprise. âHiding?â Robin echoes, watching as Nancyâs eyebrows raise and she nods her head meanly, scoffing out âYeah, hiding.â
âNancy, sheâs not hiding anything - everyone knows about her and Jonathan.â
âHow does everyone know but me!?â Nancy questions, feeling deeply offended at the smirk that makes its way onto Robinâs face. âMaybe youâre the only one not paying attention. They havenât explicitly told anyone, Nancy. They didnât need to.â
Nancy almost flinches back at the honesty in Robinâs voice. What on earth is she on about? She doesnât realise that for the past three months you and Jonathan have been the most disgustingly adorable couple to be around. On the Byersâs couch during long nights, Jonathanâs arm around you whilst you nuzzle your face into his neck. Or when the entire crew is huddled together after making potentially life saving discoveries, and Jonathan drags you out of the room by the hand, stealing you away from everyone else.
Max and El have accidentally interrupted your kissing in the front seat of Jonathanâs car when retrieving Will's backpack. Dustin has walked in on your kissing in your own kitchen when you thought no one was home and he wanted a snack. Will has seen way more than he wanted to in the middle of the night when fetching water from the kitchen and interrupting a âmovie nightâ of yours. Steve and Robin took the brunt of it though, forced to constantly be exposed to whatever PDA you had to offer whenever you and Jonathan seemed to be in the same room.
But youâre not always this disgusting.
Everyone found out long before your relationship even happened from slight changes in behaviour around each other. Shy glances towards each other, volunteering to do things together, or even the quality of your voices when speaking to each other in comparison to everyone else. Then came the subtle hand-holding, the comforting hand on each otherâs arms, the growing comfort in each otherâs company. Obviously, this developed into the displays of affection your friends and family hate seeing, but in your defence most of the time youâre somewhere private! Semi-private. Whatever.
And still, Nancy hasnât noticed anything.
Even when Jonathan has parked his car down the street, waiting for you. Even when Mike has caught you halfway out the door, insisting you to take him with you to Willâs otherwise heâll tell your parents. Even when you both have a hushed argument downstairs, you telling him that you were leaving because thereâs already too many people in this house and him replying that heâll know what youâre doing either way so it wonât change anything. Nancy doesnât know how she didnât notice when youâve apparently been been dragging your feet down the street with Mike happily trailing behind you. All she couldâve done to find you out was look outside her window. But she never did. She never saw how youâd get in Jonathanâs car, giving him guilty eyes as Mike climbed into the backseat.
Jonathan would always give you an extra long kiss just to spite your younger brother, grinning when Mike would make a disgusted noise and heat would rush to your cheeks.
âIâm her sister though. She should tell me.â Nancy finally says, voice unstable.
âNancy, when have you ever told her anything about your life?â Robin genuinely asks, shrugging her shoulders in question. Nancy freezes, and Robin takes the chance to slowly step out of the room, running up the stairs when sheâs far enough to do so.
Oh dear, she cannot wait to tell you about the conversation sheâs just had. Youâre about to be so mad at Nancy.
pt.4 of when does it become cheating pt i pt ii pt iii
summary: when nancy's fancy birthday dinner that jonathan claimed was impossible to reserve is crashed by you and Steve's spontaneous date night, an argument between them breaks out. somehow, you and steve manage to crash that too.
wc: 1.3k+
âOoh, when you said we should go out tonight I wasnât expecting something so fancy.â
Nancy freezes at the sound of a familiar voice, fork stilling in her hand, but Jonathan only immobilises when Steve chuckles at your words, his sounds happy and secure. âHey, all I had to do was make one phone call to get us a table. And - you know - why shouldnât a normal night be a special one?â
Jonathan clenches his teeth so hard, he feels an immediate ache in his jaw. He had been on the waitlist of this restaurant for a month, thereâs no way Steve made the reservation this morning. Jonathan glances up at Nancy, noticing her unhappy expression. He immediately knows what sheâs thinking; why does her special birthday dinner have to be the equivalent of your spontaneous Wednesday night? More importantly though, why canât Jonathan meet Steveâs standards, and why couldnât Steve act like this when she was dating him?
Nancy and Jonathanâs eyes follow you and Steve, watching with resentment as the maitre dâ guides you and Steve to an empty table in the corner of the room with a gold nameplate with the word âreservedâ engraved into it. Of course, the table is next to the window so you and Steve can enjoy a nice view alongside your meal. As Steve pulls out your chair, Nancy glances over towards Jonathan. The waiter had pulled out her chair for her instead of her own boyfriend. She huffs, turning to look at her plate, poking at her food with her fork.
âCome on Nance,â Pleads Jonathan, âThis is a nice place, can we just enjoy ourselves?â A loud laugh answers the question for him, and he watches as Nancy slowly lifts her head to stare at you again, jealousy pooling in her irises as you laugh along to something Steve says, reaching across the table to place a hand on his bicep. Clearly, Jonathan thinks, neither of them are going to have a good time as long as you and Steve are here. It doesnât help either that the waiting staff are giving you so much attention, or that the two of you are so happy that you havenât even noticed the sulking couple sat only a few tables from you.
Jonathan is convinced that if he turns around to look at you both one more time, youâre sure to catch him and laugh in his face, but he canât help it when he can so easily see the way Nancyâs eyes flit over to you every few seconds. He calls her name once, but when Nancy turns her eyes to him, theyâre full of anger. Jonathan doesnât know what he did to deserve that glare, itâs not like he planned your and Steveâs arrival. He risks a glance back and immediately feels his heart sink. Why on earth do you look happier with Steve than youâve ever looked with him? Your smile reaches the stars that live in your eyes but never shone around Jonathan, and the melody of your laugh plays only when Steveâs words act as your guitar.
Everything is obviously just great.
First, he and Nancy had to spend weeks convinced that you and Steve were prancing around together just days after the breakups you had been so angry at them for, only to find out a little too late that you had never dated in the first place. Until that very moment, of course. Then, they found out that the kids had been coming to you with trips they had always spoken about but never brought up to Jonathan or Nancy due to their constant rejections. Of course, being the token friend parents of all kids brought you all undeniably closer together, and now youâre their favourite, and also a happy couple.
A couple whose spontaneous date night is occurring at the same location of Nancyâs special birthday dinner that Jonathan kept insisting was near impossible to book.
âHow can they just be so happy?â Nancy questions with an envious gesture. She canât believe she had to ask her mom to go out with her boyfriend when youâve probably been unofficially living with Steve for weeks now. She risks another glance at you, rolling her eyes when she catches sight of your foot grazing against Steveâs leg underneath the table. âWe should just go.â She decides, wiping her mouth with her napkin before placing it on the table and standing up.
Her chair screeches loudly as she pushes it back, interrupting the romantic jazz playing in the restaurant. Of course, it catches the attention of a certain couple on the other side of the room, and Nancy nods her head at Jonathan for him to get up. âLet me pay the bill, you can go turn on the car for now.â
Curious eyes follow Nancy as she leaves the restaurant, and you smile to yourself as you bite into another mouthful of food. In front of you, Steve smirks at your expression, raising a single eyebrow up at you. âDonât be cruel.â You tell him, and Steve chuckles as he chews on his tender steak.
âImagine being so caught up in someoneâs presence yet not noticing them waving at you from across the room.â Steve thinks aloud, glancing back at Jonathan and Nancyâs now empty table. He scoffs to himself in amusement, reaching forward again to grab your hand again. He lifts it up, pressing his lips to your knuckles despite the butteriness of his lips, and he smiles when you giggle quietly, tilting your head to the side. âSo Hopper asked me to look after El tomorrow because sheâs been in a mood lately, so I donât think Iâll be able to see you after your shift.â
Steve frowns, a wrinkle forming across his forehead as he thinks it through. He may or may not have formed slight attachment issues to you over the past couple of months, but he doesnât find it all problematic yet. âOr how about I come join you guys when Iâm done? I can bring pizza, sheâll enjoy the extra company?â You wiggle your hand out of Steveâs so you can bring a hand up to his face, caressing his cheek softly. âOkay, that sounds good.â Steve grins, blowing you a sweet kiss, and the two of you silently return to your food.
When dinner is paid for, Steve guides you out of the restaurant with his hands on your waist, following close behind you. The two of you stand in the chilly weather as the valet fetches Steveâs car, and he makes the most of it by holding you closely, your back to his chest as the wind blows past you. He presses a kiss to your cheek, and you giggle loudly, turning around to face him so he can press a kiss to your lips. Steveâs car arrives not long later, and you quickly hop in to the passengerâs seat, letting him drive off. Unluckily for you, the parking lot is giant and confusing, and you and Steve spend ten minutes trying to weave your way out of the parking. However, on the way out, the carâs headlights light up two people stood between two cars, almost completely hidden from sight. Theyâre clearly arguing, movements wild as they gesture at each other, their voices loud.
Steve slows down as he approaches them, rolling his window down despite your protests. He puts a hand on your thigh, patting you twice as a little signal to trust him. You shrug as he calls out âSorry to bother, do you guys know how we can find the exit?â The man steps out from in front the woman, unobstructing both your views from Nancy as he turns around, revealing to you who he is. Both you and Steve go silent when you realise who youâre standing in front of, and Steve holds a hand up in apology before slowly retreating his hand into the car to begin rolling his window back up as he drives away.
Your boyfriend hears the sharp inhale you take to stop yourself from laughing, and he squeezes your thigh, repeating your own words back to you. âDonât be cruel.â
summary: it's exam season. you and peter take turns on night patrol to maximise rest and productivity for your exams, but some mornings can't help but be slow.
wc: 0.7k
Peter is awoken by the way the mattress shifts next to him. He sighs, a hand instinctively finding your waist as he blinks slowly, trying to ease himself back into sleep. âYâokay baby?â Peter asks, his words slurred with sleepiness. You only respond with a hum, and Peter predicts that youâre not fully awake either.
He truly feels for you.
The two of you have been spending your full days studying for finals, and last night you had taken the patrol shift. Despite the fact that youâve been alternating nights, Peter had been fast asleep when you returned from your rounds last night, so he guesses that it was a long haul. He wonders if youâre hurt, but the thought is out of his head as soon as it arrives.
Peterâs hand slips off your back when you push yourself off your stomach, kneeling next to him on the mattress. Peter groans quietly, listening as you rub at your eyes tiredly. Neither of your alarms have gone off, so Peter knows itâs still early, but he still canât help but worry that youâve woken up so early. Did something go wrong last night? If everything had gone to plan, youâd probably still be asleep because of how tired you were, and Peter would have instantly turned the alarm off when he woke up, letting you sleep for an extra hour before waking you up with soft kisses pressed to your forehead.
When Peter finally opens his eyes, he needs to blink a few times to orient himself. His face morphs into a confused expression when he doesnât find you next to him, and he flips over onto his back, tangling his legs in the sheets as he pushes himself up into a seated position. Peter groans, kicking the sheets off his legs and immediately getting up to find you. Though his movements are slow, he still makes his way to the bathroom, knocking on the door and calling out âEverything okay baby?â Your boyfriendâs gravelly morning voice sounds through the door as you observe yourself in the mirror.
You open the door, smiling at the sight of Peter. His eyes themselves are enough to tell you just how tired he is, so you tilt your head to the side when he brings you into a hug, murmuring âGo back to bed, honey, itâs still early.â
Peter doesnât budge for a long moment, softening in the hug when you run a hand through his hair. âCome on, go back to sleep otherwise Iâll go back to mine next time I patrol.â Peter grunts, pulling back from the hug to look at you. His face is loud in telling you he disagrees with those words, and despite your light threat, he asks âHow come youâre awake?â
You shrug, mumbling âIâm just sore. Think Iâve got some bruising but itâs fine.â
Peter frowns, fingers grasping the hem of your oversized sleep shirt that youâve stolen from him, but you place your hands over his, repeating âGo back to bed.â Your boyfriend shakes his head. âWhole point of you staying with me during exam season is for convenience. How is it convenient for me to go sleep when youâve been injured?â
âI just want you to start the day feeling energised.â You explain, but Peter easily begins tugging your shirt up again. You raise your arms up to help him, swallowing thickly when he says âAnd I just want to make sure youâre okay.â
He scans your skin from head to toe for any discolouration, lightly pressing his fingers on areas he thinks are bruised, watching your reaction. âNothing hurts badly.â You tell him, and he nods slowly, offering you his t-shirt again. âCome back to bed, then.â
Peter leads you out of the bathroom, and you settle down next to him on the mattress, sighing in satisfaction when he brings you close to him, pressing his chest to your back. To your luck, just as your eyes begin blinking shut, a loud alarm fills the room. You groan in annoyance, but Peter quickly reaches a hand out to turn off the alarm, mumbling âJust today. We deserve it.â
summary: when your neighbour's unsuspecting friends catch you trying to pick the lock to your own front door, they feel the need to call you out, but your desperate conversation gets the attention of emily prentiss.
wc: 0.9k+
Derek and Penelope stroll down the hallway towards Emilyâs apartment with post-case bliss. Theyâve just enjoyed a dinner at their favourite chinese place, and Emily and Spencer follow close behind them, carrying parcels that Emilyâs doorman had given her. As the hallway sharply turns, Derek and Penelope pause, waiting for Emily to reach them so she can unlock her door. But while they wait, Derek and Penelope are met with a much more interesting sight.
Just a couple of door down the hallway, hidden from Emily and Spencerâs sight, a woman is struggling against a door, two bobby pins clasped in her hand as she tries picking a lock. âExcuse me!â Derek immediately calls out, grasping your attention. Your eyes go wide at the sight of the stranger, immediately aware of what this must look like. âOh, hi!â You smile at the pair shyly, but keep at your movements in an attempt to force your front door open.
âI donât think youâre supposed to be doing that.â Derek says with a hand held out towards you, looking close to calling the police on you. âNo donât worry, I live here.â Penelope purses her lips in an attempt not to laugh, but Emily and Spencer, who have noticed their conversation with someone, speed up to see whatâs going on. When Emily pokes her head behind the corner, she immediately lets out a loud laugh. Your head snaps back to look at her, and your shoulders instantly slump with relief. âEmily, I locked myself out again.â You whine with a pout, and Emily takes slow steps towards you. She puts a hand on your back, and you instantly lean into her, letting go of your bobby pins.
âDid you call a locksmith?â She asks, and you nod âThey said theyâd call me back in half an hour.â Behind you both, Spencer, Derek and Penelope shoot each other amused glances. So youâre the neighbour Emilyâs told them about. One night, many many drinks ago, a tipsy Emily muttered with rosy cheeks that she wishes she would have the courage to invite you over more instead of relying on hallway conversations with you.
Emily eases your bobby pins out of your door, asking âHow was that working for you?â You huff, muttering âNot well. I even watched a video and everything.â Emily opens her palm to give you the bobby pins back, and you drop them loosely into your purse. Itâs only when Emily catches a glimpse of your little vintage guess bag that she notices the rest of your attire. A short flattering dress with tall boots and large hoops that match with the bangles around your wrists. âCome on, I have a spare, remember?â
Your entire face morphs into one of realisation, and you wrap your arms around Emilyâs waist and rest your head on her shoulder for a short moment before letting her lead you towards her front door. Derek chuckles when you walk past him, jabbing with âI told you I live here.â
Emilyâs coworkers file into her living room, leaving you waiting in her entryway as she retrieves your key from her safety cabinet. She pops into the living room to tell her teammates to help themselves to wine from her kitchen before following you out with a key in hand. You stand by her as she unlocks your door, holding it wide open when she finally pushes it open for you. You thank her as she lets you through, watching as she removes the key from the door and puts it in her pocket.
âGood case?â You ask, trying to get her to stay for a little bit. She nods, leaning against the wall. âYeah, good case. We went out for dinner just now. Good night out?â
âYeah, we went out to a jazz bar downtown. Iâd say we should go sometime but I like our days in.â
Emily smiles, humming in agreement. âYeah, itâs nice to have good company on a lazy day.â You both stand in silence for a long moment, and Emily finally pushes herself off the wall, nodding her head towards the door. âI should probably go.â
You take a step towards her, and Emily puts her hands on your biceps to caress your bare skin softly. âOkay, thank you Emily.â She nods, seeing the way you take the tiniest step towards her, hesitant in your movements. So she stays where she is, giving you the opportunity to say anything if you need. Instead, you lean forward, pressing your lips to hers for a short moment. Emily doesnât even have the chance to flutter her eyes shut before youâve pulled away. She observes you as you swallow thickly, taking a step away from her, but Emily makes up the space by walking to you and cradling your face in her hands.
She sees the glimpse you take towards her lips before she finally kisses you, and she feels her heart swell in her chest at the way you immediately melt against her. She moves her hands from your face to wrap her arms around your torso and keep you close to her, letting out a soft noise when she feels your fingers lace in her hair. You break the kiss to look at her face for a short moment, then step away from her, forcing her arms to loosen around you.
âYour friends are waiting for you.â You tell her, opening the front door for her.
âOkay, Iâll be back tomorrow to help you out with this.â
âDonât expect me to be awake before 2 though.â
When writing for characters do they have to be a favorite of yours in the moment or can you just write for whoever you want when you have an idea?
I have a problem where I can't write for certain characters I've written about before because I go through phases of who's my favorite and can only write for them (when I'm in a phase most of what I write about fav character at the time I feel its good enough to post, then two seconds later I try to write for someone else and I don't understand how I wrote something so bad)ïżŒ
Do you have any tips for this? I feel so bad for the people who enjoy my stuff because I'll write tons about one character then they won't be seen again for at least six months
hiii, this is a really good question!!
honestly, my answer isn't really so straightforward. i definitely go through fixations, but i think they're more for the fandoms then characters. like, i went from writing golden trio a lot, then marauders, and then i kind of fixated on the outsiders and stranger things, and it's sooooo difficult to try to write for characters that i like when i'm not super obsessed with a show, so i definitely understand exactly what you mean when you say you struggle to write for characters who aren't your faves.
i have two tips for this though, based on what you've expressed in your message!
i always get motivated to write for a certain character after being exposed to them, so try watching something for them - like an episode of the show they're in, or a clip from the movie (or whatever sort of media exposure you'd have!) being exposed to all their behaviours - their dynamics with other characters or even bits of their dialogue - can really spark inspo!
this goes hand in hand with the first one, but if you feel like your writing for another character (that you're not fixating on at the moment) isn't as good, i suggest trying to remember that character's mannerisms. how does the actor use their vocal and physical skills to portray the character? what are the little things you notice the character does that really make them feel like a person? these little descriptive traits really make or break a fic in my opinion (when i'm writing at least). i always like having my characterisation of a character to be really accurate when writing for them, and it always helps to rewatch something they're in to remember how that character flows. what scenario would be natural for them to be in vs what wouldn't? maybe that can help make you feel like your writing is better for them even though you're not currently fixated on them
i really hope this was helpful! do return to my inbox if you want me to elaborate on something or explain a little better xx
summary: somehow, you and yelena end up on her couch after a night out, where you get to lay your eyes on her teammate Bucky Barnes for the very first time. thankfully, the alcohol in your system doesn't stop you from making a move on him.
cw: reader is also a spy but doesn't work with the thunderbolts, light intoxication, flirting
wc: 1.3k+
Yelena steps in front of you the second you get into the elevator, one arm outstretched to block you as she presses the button to the towerâs residential floor. You giggle, dropping your head against her back when a little compartment opens in the elevator wall, a laser scanning her pupils to verify her identity. The compartment shuts, and the elevator begins moving upwards. Yelena turns towards you with a wide grin, snatching the bottle of wine from your hand as she immediately asks âWhat are we watching? No, what are we ordering?â
You shrug slowly, closing your eyes as you try to imagine the taste of several different cuisines. The elevator dings and your eyes snap open. âTaco bell.â You mumble, following Yelenaâs beeline towards the couch in the living room. Youâre happy to throw yourself over its back, landing on the soft cushioning that has you moaning happily. Yelena laughs at you, her cropped shirt riding up her torso as she rolls over, reaching for the television remote while you unlock on your phone.
When you add your food order to the cart, you toss Yelena your phone, and she instantly ditches the remote for your phone. She hums to herself as she adds her likely questionable meal option to the cart, holding out your phone for you to grab when she's done. She glances at you from the corner of her eye as she picks up the remote, and upon realising that you arenât going to sit up to retrieve it, she flicks her wrist, sending the phone flying towards you.
With a huff of disapproval, you pick the phone off your chest, poking Yelenaâs thigh with your foot while lazily commanding âPut something on.â She grumbles to herself, trying to find the bottle of wine she had discarded somewhere.
The elevator dings again and you hum, lifting up your phone with furrowed eyebrows. You just ordered the food, so thereâs no way itâs already here. You and Yelena both glance up at the same time, and you gulp thickly at the sight of a man stepping out of the elevator, and you sit up straight, gasping as you miscalculate how far up on the couch you are, instead rolling directly onto the floor.
Yelena lets out a loud cackle as you straighten up with a disoriented groan, but you still push yourself up to land onto the couch, swallowing thickly at the sight of the man who has left the elevator. You turn to Yelena, mouthing âwowâ when you catch her eye, and she grins, pointing a hand towards the mysterious man. Heâs serious eye candy â his thick muscles constraining underneath his leather jacket, dark hair perfectly framing the sharp bone structure of his face.
âThatâs my teammate, Bucky.â Yelena says, finally clicking onto a show. Its theme song begins playing loudly as you wave awkwardly towards Bucky, and he chuckles deeply, returning the wave. He walks towards the open kitchen, and you turn back towards Yelena, your eyes wide. You crawl closer to Yelena, mouth agape as you stare at her. âWhy didnât you tell me you had someone so attractive on your team?â Yelena rubs her eye with an enclosed fist as she smiles widely, listening to you as you continue muttering âI wouldâve joined your stupid superhero team had I known he was on it.â
âDonât worry, Bucky barely makes up for Walker. Heâd be enough to turn you away no matter how hot you think Barnes is.â You hum, glancing back towards the kitchen where Bucky is drinking from a glass of water. You lick at your lips, eyes staying on him until you feel a sharp dig into your lower back. âDonât be so obvious.â Yelena mutters, and you sink back into the couch, biting at your short nails.
From the kitchen, Bucky smiles to himself. He can hear absolutely all the words you and Yelena are exchanging, but heâs sure that in Yelenaâs drunken state, sheâs forgotten about that specific detail. Or she doesnât care. Thatâs probably more likely. But Bucky knows who you are, or at least he knows of you. Yelenaâs wallpaper is a photo of the two of you from years ago, equally talented spies but only much younger. Bucky knows that whenever Yelena disappears from the tower, sheâs in your apartment. He knows whenever youâre out on your assignments, because Yelena never fails to mention it, and knows exactly what your sense of style is based on the contents of Yelenaâs wardrobe. âOh, sheâs been looking for this jacket for ages. Donât tell her I have it.â Yelena has mumbled in the past, strutting around in your clothes.
But to know that someone like you â whoâs so close to someone high-strung like Yelena â thinks heâs attractive? Well yeah, it certainly feels good. Especially when youâre easy on the eyes yourself.
âGoing to the toilet,â Yelena announces, standing up as she grumbles âToo much wine, I think!â She zooms out of the room, and Bucky grins when you sink further into the pillows.
âGlass of water?â Bucky offers from the kitchen. You perk up, glancing behind you and shaking your head softly. âNo, itâs okay. Iâm fine. Thanks.â Bucky walks over to you, sitting next to you on the couch, cradling his glass of water in hand. âDidnât know the spy life allowed for nights out like this.â He comments, eyeing your outfit. You swallow thickly, tugging at the fabric on your body in an attempt to make yourself seem more modest. âIt doesnât, really. This may be the first time Iâve gone out in over a month.â
Bucky smiles softly, nodding in relatability. âYeah, I get that. The most Iâve gone out is for groceries.â
You laugh softly, a twinkle in your eyes as you question âNot even a dinner with a special someone?â
âYeah, because this job allows us mental capacity to have a âspecial someoneâ.â Bucky scoffs. You grin; heâs immediately taken your bait. âWell I can be your special someone if youâd like. We can be the two wrongs that make a right.â
âYeah?â Bucky puts his glass down turning his torso towards you. You straighten up a little, shrugging your shoulders as you kick your heels off, letting them clatter onto the floor. âYeah, maybe.â Bucky smirks, unsure why heâs even flirting with you. He hasnât even been on so much as a date since his hydra days, but something is different about this. You understand his lifestyle without being someone he already knows and sees everyday, but somehow, youâre not a stranger either. Bucky didnât know a dating scene could even possibly exist in this profession.
âLet me take you to dinner, then.â He suggests, and you smile to yourself, feeling your face grow hot despite the fact that you were the one to flirt with him first. âOkay. Might have to do it tomorrow so you can catch me now rather than never.â
âTomorrow it is, then.â You nod joyfully, and Bucky reaches out to squeeze your knee before standing. He takes his glass of water with him as he leaves, and you find yourself staring at the circle of condensation it left on the table. Your phone lights up with a notification and you jump excitedly at the notification that reads âYour driver has arrived.â
Footsteps enter the room again, but before the sneaky blonde girl can say anything, you order âYelena, go get our food.â She groans, and you donât need to look at her to know that she has thrown her head back in annoyance, arms hanging loosely by her sides. âAt least tell me you flirted with him.â
âWould you believe me if I said I got a date with him?â
âOkay, you donât have to lie to me now.â
âBitch, go get my taco bell.â
From around the corner, Bucky smiles to himself, thinking heâll get along with you just fine.
summary: ever the attentive boyfriend, remus asks about your day, but can't help regretting his decision when he realises how bad he needs you. like now. unfortunately though, lily seems to have caught onto the conversation, and now he has to wait.
wc: 1.2k+
cw: suggestive content
Remus knows itâs fully his fault for bringing the topic up, but now that youâre immersed in conversation with Lily, he hopes he hadnât. All he wanted was to get some attention from you, and he thought he would get extra love points from you by asking about your day, but somehow itâs completely pulled you away from him. Heâs sat next to you on your bed in your dorm, a hand heavy on your thigh with Lily and James on her bed. Sirius sits at your desk, latching on to the social energy in the room, but in desperate need of finishing his potions essay due tomorrow.
Meanwhile, youâre ranting to Lily about a single annoying interaction youâve had in the bathroom with a ravenclaw in your transfiguration class. Remus had meant it to be a âHow was your day baby?â and a âOh it was good honey, some ravenclaw was really weird to me in the bathroom, but I missed youâ, and then youâd give him all the attention he ever desired. On a regular day, heâd be more than happy to listen to every single detail, every analysis of behaviour you have to offer, and then comfort you with loving words and long hugs, but today he just wants to be the centre of your attention.
Your boyfriend squeezes your thigh, and whilst itâs a movement you donât notice, James does, his eyes catching onto it. He looks at his friend, but tries not to fixate on him to gravitate everyoneâs attention to it. It does allow him to notice more things though, like the way Remus pushes himself up higher so he can kiss your cheek, his eyes focused on your lips as you speak. His free arm wraps around your waist so he can have as much contact to you as possible, and James immediately catches the way Remusâs eyes blink shut when you bring a hand up to play with your boyfriendâs hair.
Lily leans back onto her hands as she begins forming a response for you, but before she can utter any words out, Remus has grabbed your face in one hand, and is moving to towards him so he can kiss you, asking in a mumble âAre we done now?â Remusâs movements have everyone in the room frozen, apart from Sirius, who continues scribbling away at your desk. Lilyâs eyes widen in surprise, and she glances towards her own boyfriend, who immediately catches her eye with an amused smile, trying not to laugh at Remusâs clear desire for you. And as for you, you canât help but giggle at Remus once you come out of your stunned shock.
âI wasnât, but I can be if thatâs what you want.â Remusâs cheeks tint with a light pink colour, but he masks his humiliation by hugging you tightly and rolling onto his hide, dragging you down onto the mattress with him. âItâs not fair!â Remus whines, and Lily slaps a hand over her mouth as she breaks down into a fit of laughter. Her giggles brings a giant grin onto Jamesâs face and soon enough heâs joining in on her chuckles, which causes Remus to try hiding his face in the fabric of your shirt. âBaby, itâs okay.â You coo, fully knowing that youâve experienced the same type of desperation heâs going through now.
âFull moon was four days ago and we havenât had time alone since.â
James runs a hand over his face so he doesnât laugh at his friendâs predicament, and you shoot a glance at your friends with a adoring pout before patting Remusâs shoulder and beginning to stand up off the bed. âOkay, I think we need to go.â You announce to the room, and Remus is instantly on his feet, hands grasping at your waist as he pushes you out of your dorm. You havenât even made it out the door before heâs pressing kisses to your neck, and you gasp out your boyfriendâs name as he lays the affection thick onto you. You manage to pull the dormâs door shut, but itâs as though Remus has forgotten that it leads to a hallway, because he presses you up against the thick wood and forces his lips onto yours.
âRem.â You gasp between kisses, but Remus slides his tongue into your mouth, muffling your next words into pleasured moans. Grabbing your boyfriend by the shoulders, you yank him off you and offer him a scolding expression. Itâs difficult to stay mad though, because his lips are so full and red from the kiss, shiny with your saliva as he stares at you with pure want, his eyes so obedient yet pleading for rebellion.
Two girls walk down the hallway, and both you and Remus smile casually at them, still holding each other in your arms. When they pass you, you glance at Remus once more, pointedly saying âLetâs just get to your dorm and then you can have my undivided attention.â
Remus grabs your hand, dragging you down the hallway and across the common room so you can climb the stairs to the male dormitories. Once in the dark hallway leading up to his dorm, Remus hooks his arm around your waist again, waisting no time to get you in his room, which he quickly locks before getting you on his bed. He climbs onto you with a focus on your neck, which he instantly attacks with lips and teeth and saliva. You shift onto the bed to get cozy against your boyfriendâs pillows, all pliant as he begins yanking your trousers down. You let him without making any teasing comments, because again, itâs been four days with the full moon, and usually he would have you on your back within forty-eight hours depending on how quickly he heals.
He leaves kisses down your body, undressing you as he goes, and just as he hooks his fingers into the band of your panties, a loud knock comes on the door. Remus pauses, then shakes his head with a sense of finality, dragging the flimsy fabric down your legs. You giggle at his movements, spreading your legs for Remus, who moans to himself without doing anything, but a loud call comes through the door, Sirius yelling âDonât start fucking yet! I left my muggle studies textbook!â
Remus huffs, mumbling something incoherently as you slowly close your legs again, telling him âGo give Sirius his textbook, baby.â Remus groans, tossing his head back in protest, but he still climbs over to Siriusâs messy bed, sifting through the textbooks before heading over to the door. He only opens it a crack, keeping his body in the opening of the door so you stay hidden from sight, and finally hands Sirius his book. âThe room is ours for the foreseeable future. You can sleep in her bed if need be.â He warns as he begins closing the door, and you push yourself up onto your elbows, a slight look of panic making its way onto your features as you ask âHow long are you planning on fucking me for?â
âUntil I get my load of you. Or rather, until you get your loads from me.â
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