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Part One: Merry Crisis

It’s also on A03 (this chapter will go up too but not for a bit bc I have stupid adult work to do)

Five days after New Years and Steve Harrington was haunting Eddie’s head.

This time at least, it was consensual.

Mostly.

“I thought you said New Year's resolutions were a total waste of time and a conformist’s mmrrph--” Gareth cuts off as a ringed hand claps (gently) over his mouth, Eddie’s glare burning a hole in the side of his best friend’s head.

“No one asked you to comment.” Eddie informs him darkly.

“He’s got you there, Eds.” Jeff teases, seated on a bin in Gareth’s garage, friends occupying the couch across from him. “It is one of your yearly rants.”

“New Years Resolutions are just a convenient way for normies to understand my quests.” Eddie sniffs, ignoring the fact that he’d been going on about this since he showed up, several hours ago.

He releases Gareth’s mouth, springing up to pace another circuit round the garage. “I refuse to repeat another year in this god-awful high school--and!”

Spinning on his heels, Eddie flings a hand in the air, the exact same way he had when he auditioned for Sherlock Holmes in Hawkin High’s performance of Hounds of Baskerville. “It is my duty as Hellfire’s DM to figure out what the hell those freshmen are wrapped up in with Harrington!”

“Rii-iiight.” Gareth remarks. “I’m sure your obsession with this has nothing to do with those, what did you call them?”

Grant covers a laugh with a cough as Gareth pretends to think before saying: “Harrington’s big ol’ puppy dog eyes?”

Eddie’s face goes red. “I told you, I’m not crushing on Steve!”

“Bro.” Grant says, expression calling out Eddie’s lie better than words ever could.

“The entire planet knows you have a crush on him, Eds.” Gareth adds, leveling his best friend with a knowing look. “Frankly I’m amazed Steve himself hasn’t figured it out.”

“Shut it!” Eddie hissed, face aflame. “This is about everything else! What he’s hiding! Why the kids--”

“--worship him.” Jeff, Grant and Gareth all finish as one, their impromptu chorus deflating Eddie like a sad balloon.

“We know.” Grant says. “You think Harrington and the kids are wrapped up in some kind of crazy conspiracy that's eating them all alive and because you have a compulsive desire to solve every mystery put in front of you, you can’t leave it alone. This is starting to become something you should really like, work on man.”

Eddie turns his glare on Grant.

“You need to drop out of that AP psychology class.” He demands with another sniff. “It’s rotting your brain.”

“Uh huh.” Grant says, voice dripping in sarcasm.

“You;’ll see.” Eddie mutters as he resumes his pacing. “You’ll all see when I finally figure it out. You’ll be all,” Eddie straightens, clutching his hands together and squeezing them against his chest, “Oh-my-gawd, Eddie, holy shit, you were so right, they were hiding a huge secret!”

“Keep dreamin’ bud.” Jeff says flatly, prompting laughs from Gareth and Grant.

Eddie takes off a shoe and throws it at him.

(Jeff swears it was worth it.)

xXx

10 days after New Years and Steve Harrington was right there.

Right.

There.

It would be easy to walk across the parking lot, strike up a conversation. Hell, the kids' presence makes it even easier, Eddie knows all he has to do is talk about them before Steve drives them home.

He just--has to do it.

"You do know the first step is actually talking to him right?" Jeff teases, leaning against the school’s doorway.

Eddie startles, flushing scarlet.

"Shut up!" He snaps, turning around to run his hand over his face.

God why was this so hard!?

He's talked to plenty of people. Hell, he's talked to Harrington before. Talking was the thing Eddie arguably did best and suddenly he just fucking…couldn't!?

"He's waving at you." Jeff observes.

Eddie whips back around to face the parking lot--to find that Harrington wasn't even facing their direction.

Jeff chuckles.

"Oh screw you!" Eddie shoves his shoulder into Jeff’s, glowering.

Jeff playfully nudges him back. "Just go talk to him man. He didn't bite at the party, and he left you that note, so he's clearly open to it."

"I know.” Eddie grumbles, moving so he could lean against the opposite side of the doorway.

“So what’s holding you back?” Jeff turns to look at him now, as Eddie tangles a finger into a few strands of his hair. “It’s not like you hesitate instead of jumping into something head first.”

Eddie hides in his hair for a moment, unsure of how he wanted to handle this question.

Jeff knew he was gay. All the Corroded Coffin guy’s knew he was gay, after the first (and last) time he tried to buy product from a supplier that wasn’t Rick.

(Eddie was smart, but he’d been young back then. Hadn’t caught on to the fact the weed he’d been sold was laced with who-knew-what.

What he did know was that when he and the boys tried it out; Grant had given a very emotional speech about love and acceptance, Jeff wouldn’t stop hugging people, Gareth ended up crying over gender issues and Eddie had admitted he was flamingly gay.

He never bought from another supplier again, even if he did technically owe the guy who’d brought him and his best friends closer together.)

Being gay wasn’t exactly the issue.

It was being gay, and having a blatant crush on Steve--the guy who the Hellfire kids loved. The guy who had surprised Eddie by being decent and downright fun.

The guy who kept insisting he and Buckley were “Platonic with a Capital P”and even with Robin climbing all over him like a lemur, he had in fact kept his hands and eyes to perfectly respectable places.

Who was practically built to appeal to Eddie, between his stupid sexy smile and the weird mystery he was wrapped up in, the same one that caused his smiles to drop the second he knew no one was paying attention.

Add in the fact he’d played D&D once before and it was like God had made Eddie’s perfect match.

Of course because Eddie’s relationship with a deity of any kind was agonistic at best, they’d made Steve not only the straightest man to ever rule a high school, but also dangled him in front of Eddie constantly.

Like a treat he could never, ever have, but will always crave.

“Oh he’s actually waving at you this time.” Jeff says, and despite the high chance of this being another joke, Eddie looks anyway.

Sure enough there was Harrington, dumb little grin on his face, waving his hand.

Eddie managed to get his brain to function long enough to wave back.

“Wow Eds, you actually waved at him. That’s a lot of progress for you.” Gareth chimes in, appearing in between his friends with a smirk.

“We’re proud of you buddy.” Grant adds, standing behind Gareth.

Eddie groans aloud. “I hate you all.” He mutters, trying to keep a smile on his face for Steve until the guy turns back to herald the children into the car.

“No you don’t.” Gareth sing-songs, to the snickers of Jeff and Grant.

And no, he doesn't--but fuck if Eddie didn’t want to wring all their necks.

xXx

January 13th, Eddie finally gets his first resolution breakthrough.

It came in the form of Sinclair’s girlfriend, oddly enough, but he wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

“I’m not Lucas’s girlfriend.” The redhead spat, which Eddie thought was a hell of a lot of anger for someone who he had not been formally introduced to but had flung herself into his passenger seat anyway, with a declaration that he would drive her home.

(He, of course, had been about to protest until Max reminded him with a glare that they were neighbors--which had the effect of making Steve look relieved, like Eddie was doing him some kind of massive favor.

A favor Eddie wanted.

“For totally normal non crush related reasons Gareth, god!”)

Currently Max is staring out the window as Eddie drives home, arms crossed and in a full sulk.

Eddie recognizes it in her the same way he recognizes it in himself, and knows intimately that he has a chance to be to her, what Wayne was to him.

Someone who didn’t just see the problems he had, but acted on them.

That began with a conversation.

“So not that sitting in awkward silence isn’t totally fun, but uh, why am I driving you home instead of Harrington?” Eddie asks, watching Max out of the corners of his eyes.

She doesn’t even flinch. “What, and miss the chance to ride in the drug mobile?”

He expects the snappish response but has to give Max credit--she is absolutely the most vicious of Steve’s kids.

“Ok fair,” He says, because getting angry back was what she wanted. Or at least, what Eddie wanted, back when he was in Max’s shoes. “But don’t all you kids like, worship King Steve? Thought you’d want your beloved babysitting to drive you home..”

Max’s shoulders hunch immediately, her jaw clenching. “Don’t call him that.”

“Babysitter?” Eddie questions.

“King Steve, you ass.” She bites back. “If you like him like Lucas and Dustin swear you do, then you wouldn’t be an dick.”

Quieter, she mutters, “He hates that nickname.”

“Hate to break it to you, but Steve gave himself that nickname.” Eddie says, if only to buy time while he swallows the fact that the kids have decided he and Steve aren't just cool with each other, but like each other.

Obviously not like-like, as in romantic like, because they weren't psychic, but--

'Focus, idiot! Max is still talking!'

Max rolls her eyes, huffing angrily as she finally tears her gaze away from the window. “You don’t get it.”

“I sure as shit don’t and won’t.” Eddie agrees easily, and has to look away to keep the laughter off his face at the confused look it nets him. “Not unless you want to clue me in.”

She chews over that for a moment, before apparently coming to a decision. “You’re annoying.”

“Oh come on Red, if you’re gonna insult me at least do it right. Annoying is boring.” Eddie fakes a yawn, and this time does laugh at Max’s outright offended face.

Thankfully, the antics get him exactly what he wants.

An answer.

"Steve saw the real world and decided he wanted to be a better person. To grow up and leave all the stupid high school petty shit behind." Max says, and for a moment it's almost like she's speaking to someone else.

Likely the person she really is mad at, Eddie assumes.

"Calling him King Steve just takes all that progress away, and for what? Cause you're jealous?"

She's on a roll now. Eddie remains silent, knowing Max needs to get this out.

That this rant isn't aimed at him.

"You're mad that things were easy for him? Because newsflash, they weren't. He put in the effort to be a good guy, could even," Max fakes a dramatic gasp, "--apologize!"

An idea takes shape, both of the unsurprising source of the younger teens' hurt and frustration, and why she at least defends Harrington so hard.

Eddie may not know how exactly Max fits into "The Party" (or even who all is included within it) but it's clear she's just as close to Steve as the rest.

Maybe even a touch moreso, in a way that's eclipsed by Henderson alone.

Max is still going. "Steve's a genuinely good person and he's earned the right to be acknowledged as one!"

Her eyes are wet when she finishes and Max angrily swipes at them with her sleeve.

Eddie knows better than to comment on it, but does take a moment to think her words over.

"Have you seen it too?" He decides to ask. It's the part that sticks out to him, so it becomes the thread he decides to pull.

Max blinks. "What?"

"The real world. Have you seen it too?"

"Yeah." Max admits, after a long moment of silence, chewing on her lower lip. "I did. And I wish I hadn't."

"Sucks huh?"

"You don't know half of it."

"I might not know the exact parts you saw," Eddie agrees, as he pulls up in front of his trailer. "But I have seen plenty of other nasty bits and bobs."

He puts his van in park. "Just because the monster changes shape doesn't make it any less of a danger, you know?"

Max sits with that for a moment. Eddie sits with her, his music on even if he has the volume turned down low.

Waits to see if she'll say more, or if this is all he's getting.

There’s a slight hesitation--as if for a moment, Max considers opening up--but something in her balks and she opens the door instead.

“Thanks for the ride.” She grumbles, quiet enough that he almost doesn’t hear, before slamming the door and walking fast to her trailer.

The lights are off, and the car he knows belongs to her mother isn’t in the driveway.

It’s not unusual to be home alone at this hour. Not for Hawkins kids, and especially not for trailer park kids like them, but for the first time, Eddie finds himself wondering how often she’s alone.

“Hey, Red!” He calls, as he makes his way out of the van.

She turns to look at him, and Eddie realizes he must be getting a glimpse of what every adult used to see in him. Fury and discontent, all rolling over a sadness that’s bone deep and afraid to face daylight.

“You ever wanna explain it to me, you’re welcome to come over.” He says, jerking his thumb over his shoulder at his own trailer.

“Whatever.” Max says with an eye roll, before storming to her front door.

Eddie waits for the lights to go on, before retreating back to his own house, feeling like he at least established something.

Even if it was just proof that he wasn’t going to blow up or brush her off like everyone else.

xXx

January 13th's luck didn't end there.

A few hours after Eddie made sure Steve's attack chihuahua child made it home safe, a car pulls up in front of her trailer.

Curious (and nosey as fuck) Eddie peers out the window to spot Harrington’s Beemer flick its lights off, owner crawling out and up to Max's front door with an arm full of takeout.

Steve stands there for a while, alternating between knocking and not-quite yelling, before finally putting the food down.

Eddie knows now that Steve's some kind of pseudo parent to these kids, that the intent he has towards them is a combination of brotherly and maternal.

Can't help himself from the opportunity that arises when Harrington moves to peek into one of Max's trailer windows, though.

"Damn Harrington," Eddie calls out, after quietly slipping onto his front porch. "Didn't know you were the kinda creep to stare into teenage girl's windows."

Steve spins, startled, and nearly goes down on the gravel while doing so.

Eddie laughs--it's like watching Bambi on ice--but regrets it immediately when the younger man trots over to him.

Puts his hands up and is about to defend himself out of sheer habit.

"Is she okay?" Steve asks, trotting up the two steps so he can lower his voice.

Eddie wiggles his raised hands in a “maybe” sort of gesture before lowering them.

“She’s fine right now, but she’s definitely upset.”

Steve hums, peering worriedly at the opposing trailer, takeout food sitting innocently by Max’s door. “

“She’s been upset for a while. I just…” He trails off, running his hand through his hair. “I don’t know what to do for her, you know? She’s not as easy to figure out as the others.”

Which isn’t the least bit surprising. At least, it isn’t to Eddie.

While he can’t speak for their missing fourth member, the remaining three freshmen are the kind to wear their emotions on their sleeves, in their own ways. Mike and Dustin compete for loudest but even Lucas, the most likely to let things go, eventually explodes.

All Harrington has to do to handle any of their issues is simply see that something is wrong, and then ask about it.

The drive from the high school to the trailer park took less than fifteen minutes but in them, Eddie knew immediately that Max was far more like himself at heart. Angry at everything and everyone, using insults or humor to distract from her real problems.

Eddie now was better than he was, the eleven year old kid who’d been dumped on his Uncle, extremely wary of adults and furious at the world at large.

Like recognizes like though, even if he’s made progress.

“I think the best thing you can do is keep being there for her.” Eddie admits quietly, because this is an area he can actually provide some insight for. “That all that anger isn’t going to push you away. Just don’t be surprised if it takes her a while to understand you won’t abandon her like everybody else did.”

“Huh.” Steve says, and Eddie shouldn’t be surprised that Steve is taking him seriously. Not after the not-Christmas party, but he is.

That’s part of the mystery of Steve Harrington, after all.

The way Steve never quite reacts the way Eddie thinks he’s going to.

“If she doesn’t take the food can you let me know?” Steve asks, and he sounds so sad about it that Eddie couldn’t possibly refuse, even if he’d wanted to.

“Sure thing man.” He agrees.

Harrington watches Max’s door for a moment longer before heaving himself off the porch with a sigh

“Oh,” He says, turning around partway to his car. “ We’re gonna have a movie night next Friday night. You should come.”

‘Bing-fucking-go.’

“Well how could I say no to the King himself? Tell me the time and I’ll be there.” Eddie says, and then watches Steve’s face as he winces.

Apparently, Red was right.

Steve doesn’t rip his head off for the nickname though. Plows right on ahead, as if Eddie hadn’t called him it at all.

"We were planning on making it just the adults--or at least, not the freshmen.” He nods towards Max’s trailer.

Eddie raises an eyebrow. “Oh I’m sure they’re just delighted to be left out.”

"You’d be surprised.” Steve says with a long-suffering look. “I've been informed I need more adult friends."

Eddie can’t help but tease, though he softens his voice and grins to take the teeth out of it. "Band geek and a bunch of fourteen years olds not good enough for you?"

"You’re forgetting my ex girlfriend." Steve adds, with his own self deprecating tone.

“Well damn Harrington, guess the town freak might actually be a step up for you!” Eddie says, loving that this version of Steve is willing to banter like this.

“I dunno man, I think that nickname might be overhyped.” Steve says, and there’s that grin back on his face, the one he wore when he was stealing meaningless corporate trophies out of his father’s office. “I don’t think you’re that freaky at all.”

He dips down in a movement that takes Eddie a moment to realize is him mimicking the curtsey he had given Eddie at the Christmas party, before getting in the Beemer.

Then he’s gone, leaving Eddie trying to recover on the porch, wondering if the last part of that conversation actually happened or if he just wanted it so badly he dreamed the whole thing.

(When he looks back over to Max’s trailer, the takeout by the door is gone.)

xXx

20 days after New Years and Eddie didn’t know what he expected from a movie night at Steve’s-- but it wasn’t getting his ass kicked at beer pong.

Of course, this may have been his fault.

It started when Steve, three beers into a home recording of Animal House, made an off comment about Nancy Wheeler once putting all of Hawkin’s to shame at a party.

(“Her aim has always been insane.” He'd added, as Nancy rolled her eyes and tried to hide her pleased grin behind a hand.

Eddie had been a little surprised to see Steve hadn’t been kidding about Nancy coming--but also realized that Steve might have been serious when he’d joked about not really having a lot of friends.

In Eddie's head, a miniature bat version of himself donned a detective's hat and cape, whipping out a notepad to dutifully write down; ‘Clue one: Steve has very few friends.’

“You, Nancy Wheeler, beat out four teams of dumb jocks…at beer pong?” Eddie asked, in total disbelief.

“I did.” Nancy told him smugly. “And I could do it again.”

“Really?” Eddie had said and it hadn’t been intended as a challenge, but it was taken as one.)

Three games in, the beer having a long run out (they were actually playing “Vodka Shot Ball") and Eddie has to concur.

Nancy Wheeler was in fact, god’s gift to throwing small orange balls into cups.

“How are you doing this!?” Eddie yells, throwing his hands in the air as Nancy sinks her last shot, Robin shrieking in victory behind her.

Hand on her hip, Nancy gives him a lazy, smug smile. “I suppose,” She says, tilting her head, sounding for all the world like a cat who’s caught a canary, “--it would be my incredibly good aim.”

Robin, who previously had been paired with Steve before insisting they switch (and who is more than a little drunk), shouts; “Take that Munson!” before grabbing Nancy’s wrists, pulling her into a dance.

Laughing, Nancy goes with her, their celebration a stark contrast to the other half of the table where Steve is leaning heavily on his elbows.

"Alright. Maybe, you do have some ungodly skills." Eddie admits, putting his hands on his head. “Forgive me for doubting you, oh Queen of beer pong.”

"Oh, now you admit it?" Steve mutters playfully, head hanging low. "Couldn't have done it before I ran out of beer?"

"Hush Harrington, you enjoyed it." Eddie grins knocking a hip into his teammates

He too, is more than a touch drunk, despite having been on Nancy’s team for the prior two rounds.

Vodka-Shot Ball, as it turns out, is enough to really mess a person up if you miss enough.

"Did I?” Steve moans, before hiccupping.

(“Harrington you’re a jock, are you missing on purpose!?” Eddie had asked early in this game, when Steve’s shots had gone from fairly decent to fucking abysmal.

“He’s two shots in, Eddie.” Robin had spoken for her soulmate, as she aimed a ball at a cup. “All those concussions don’t play nice with hard alcohol. Why do you think I switched sides?”

“I’ll remember this betrayal, Rob.” Steve grumbled in response. “See if I ever do your hair for you again.”

Batective Eddie promptly scribbled; ‘Clue Two, Steve has had a lot of concussions and can no longer handle a lot of hard liquor’ down on his notepad, puffing on his little old-timey pipe. ‘Also he does hair.’)

“Now that Stubbornson over here has finally admitted defeat,” Steve says, “Can we please go lay down? We're way too drunk for another round.”

“Speak for yourself, Lightweight. I’m fine.” Eddie tells him, walking towards the door to the kitchen.

Of course life cannot tolerate him being smooth and so Eddie walks dead-on into the closed glass door rather than the open one next to it.

He staggers back and loses his balance, falling hard on his ass.

“Shit!” Someone curses.

“You okay Eddie?” Someone else asks.

“Yeah.” He moans, rubbing at his head.

Wheeler appears next to him, shooing his hands away from his face so she could examine him.

“You’re an idiot.” Nancy informs him calmly, hands expertly checking his head. Her touch is professional, but Eddie's surprised by it anyway, “But I think you’ll live.”

Eddie squints up at her. “How come you’re not drunk?” He asks, and okay, yeah, he definitely hears the slur in his voice this time.

"I only had three drinks across all three games." Nancy informs him sweetly. "None of them were vodka."

"I hate you." Eddie moans dramatically, before opting to lay down on the porch.

“No you don’t.” Nancy says confidently, and then pats his head, before getting up from her crouch. “How are you doing Steve?”

“Kill me.” Comes Harrington's voice from across the patio, sounding very pathetic.

Eddie wishes he could pet his head.

“Denied!” Robin calls out. “Don’t even joke about that dingus, you got too close last summer as it was.”

(Batective Eddie, swaying a little with a beer bottle in his paw, tries to write that down.

He somewhat succeeds.)

Nancy disappears for a moment and Eddie wills himself to sit up--or at the very least roll to where Harrington and Buckley are.

"I'm going to drive myself and Robin home.” Nancy announces as she reappears, alongside a hovering bottled water.

Gratefully, he takes it.

With a tone that’s only this side of too-sweet, she asks; “Eddie? Would you like a ride?”

He considers it.

On one hand, that means he leaves his van here. So someone else has drive him to get it back in the morning (unless Harrington drives it to him and while Eddie finds himself weirdly unopposed to that idea, he doesn’t want to impose.

…Or inflict the current sad state of his van’s interior on Steve before he knows the guy better.)

On the other hand, he’s clearly too drunk to drive, which means more time with a drunk Steve Harrington.

That’s gotta be good for figuring out clues, right?

(In his head, Batective Eddie shoots him a thumbs up from where he lays, facedown on the floor.)

"If I get into a car I’m going to hurl." He announces. “So I’m gonna pass.”

Nancy makes a very unlady like noise, and Eddie grins, finally managing to lurch up to his elbows. “Nancy Wheeler was that a snort!?” He teases gleefully, as she rolls her eyes.

“Maybe.” She says, then holds out a hand.

Eddie slaps his in it, but does his best not to pull on her. Instead he mostly uses her for balance as he works his way to his feet.

“You guys get home safe okay?” Steve says, voice uncharacteristically serious as Robin helps him up from the pool chair he'd collapsed in. “Check in when you do.”

That’s weird--Eddie half expects it to be some sort of inside joke or macho, alpha man type comment but instead both Robin and Nancy nod seriously.

“We will.” Nancy promises. “Thank you for inviting me, Steve. Nice meeting you properly, Eddie.”

She gifts him with a smile, an honest one, before guiding Robin out the door.

Who screams; “Bye losers, love you!” as she exits.

(Eddie thinks this might be another moment for Batective Eddie except he’s sort of getting a headache and kinda just wants to sleep rathe than envision his Sherlock Holmes styled bat-self.)

They follow the ladies in, Eddie beelining for the first cough he sees.

“You can sleep it off here.” Steve tells him, zombie-walking to his fridge. He pulls out a soda and chugs it as Eddie falls face first into couch cushions, taking a moment to let his stomach settle before adjusting to a better position.

"Nah I'm just gonna close my eyes for a second." Eddie mumbles. “Be fine in a ‘lil bit, promise.”

Does so, and enjoys the sweet, sweet darkness that envelops him.

He jerks awake a moment later, blinking hard in the dark. A blanket has been draped over him, and his shoes kicked off, though judging from where they landed Eddie thinks he’s done that part himself.

A glance at his wristwatch reveals it's 1 AM, and Eddie goes to scrub his eyes with his hands.

Shit, he hadn't intended to stay this long.

Harrington’s creepy Christmas shit’s all gone, replaced by walls so blank they look almost sterile.

It creates a different, quieter vibe that's almost more spooky than the Santa-themed tomb Eddie had previous seen. The large windows throw shadows across the open space, like elongated fingers. It covers parts of the room in thick darkness, giving the appearance than anything could be hiding within them.

There's blankets on the couch catty-corner to Eddie’s. They're rucked up, and the sound of running water abruptly clues Eddie in to where Steve might be.

A golden glow erupts from the kitchen, then off again, before repeating the pattern.

( Batective Eddie returns with a squeak, frantically waving a sign.

It reads ‘Steve is afraid of flickering lights, remember!?’)

The noise in the kitchen has gone eerily quiet. The bad kind, that makes the hairs on his neck stand up, and Eddie rolls off the couch and to his feet, making his way to the kitchen.

Comes around the corner to see Steve frozen halfway to the stove, his head craned upward at the ceiling lights.

Eddie knew that whatever had happened, a clear trigger for all those involved (the kids, Harrington, hell even Nancy Wheeler that one time in the library--) was electrical issues in lights.

He clears his throat, the sound coming out like more of a growl. He coughs to clear it, then sidles closer.

Steve has a stillness to his body that Eddie doesn’t clock until it’s too late, his hand already reaching out to tap the taller man’s shoulder.

"Hey, uh Steve?"

Gets the shock of his life when Steve yanks his shoulder away, spinning back and around like he's been burned.

Eddie gets a flash of wide brown eyes, glassy and wild, before a frying pan is swung at his head.

"What the hell Harrington!" Eddie yelps, falling down on his ass and scrambling backwards, pan missing his head by inches.

(Envisions in his head his Batective self throwing his notes in the air, taking flight with a startled “Fleeeee!”)

Harrington stands over him. Looks just like Wayne did that one time a car battery caught fire and exploded near the trailer.

Like he was somewhere else, and prepared to do what he had to in order to get back.

Chest heaving, Eddie put aside all thoughts of stupid bats and did what he did best.

Talked.

xXx

20 days after New Years, Steve almost takes Eddie's head off with a frying pan.

Doesn't realize he's swung it like a weapon until he hears the surprised shout, his brain too steeped in adrenaline and old fears.

Freezes, because the shout sounds like one of the kids but he doesn’t remember them being here...

"--eve?"

"What?" He asks, the ringing slowly easing as his tunnel vision does.

He'd heard the growl, saw the lights flicker…

A gentle hand presses into his bicep, and he finds himself staring into Eddie Munson’s eyes.

The guy has a sort of look on his face that says he's trying his best not to freak out, but then Steve blinks and it's gone.

Replaced with something gentle, if cautious.

"You wouldn't mind if I just," Eddie trails off as his ringed fingers slowly stroke down Steve's arm, before carefully taking hold of the pan’s handle. "--took this, aye love?"

It's the nickname that brings Steve back fully, and he loosens his grip on the pan, surrendering it to Munson.

"Thank you Steve." He says, leaning to put the pan back on the stove, far out of Steve's current reach.

Then his hands return to Steve's wrists, and he finds himself staring at them in confusion.

Not because he doesn't know what happened--he does.

It's more that he's shocked Eddie is still willing to touch him after he nearly brained him.

"There's egg on the floor." Steve says, because it's the easiest thought to have at the moment.

Easier than apologizing.

Definitely easier than explaining.

"We'll clean the egg up later." Eddie says firmly, and Steve's never heard him use that tone of voice before. Firm and unyielding, like he has all the answers.

It's the kind of voice Steve can surrender his anxiety to and he finds himself almost sinking into it.

If Munson asked him to walk over a cliff just then, he would be more than a little tempted.

"Let's go sit down, just for a few minutes." Eddie tells him, a gentle tug on his wrists and Steve finds himself breathing out, his body shivering with the release of stress.

He nods, unable to speak, and allows himself to be maneuvered out into his living room, then down on one of the loveseats.

Eddie sits next to him, his thigh a line of grounding heat pressed against Steve's leg and he focuses on it to keep himself in the present.

"You back with me?"

Steve works his throat, hyper aware of how dry it is. "Yeah." He says.

Then adds, "sorry."

"Don't apologize, man. I've done plenty of trip sitting in my day. I know a panic attack when I see one."

Steve vaguely wants to ask what the hell trip sitting is, but finds himself unconsciously leaning towards Eddie instead.

Somehow he doesn't mind, even though Steve's practically squished up against him. Not that Eddie's ever been one to care about personal space, but Steve knows there's a difference between a teasing joke and whatever this is.

Eddie's thumb begins to rub gentle, grounding circles into the meat of Steve's wrist.

It gives his eyes something to track and gratefully Steve does, so he doesn't have to look Eddie in the face.

Isn't sure he can clear the tears trying to wet his eyes in time to brush this off.

Claim it's nothing serious.

"You wanna talk about it?" Eddie asks and somehow Steve didn't account for how direct the metalhead could be.

The tears strengthen and for a moment his vision blurs with them, before he sucks in a shuddering breath and forces himself back under control.

'God Steven, toughen up.' His father's voice rings out in his head, the memory branded into Steve's very being. 'It's ridiculous how much you cry. Do you think anyone wants to put up with that?'

Steve had answered no then, tone wobbling.

"I--" He starts, "--signed an NDA."

Which is not, at all, what he meant to say, but too late now.

"The cops and I aren't exactly on speaking terms, your secrets are safe with me." Eddie says, entirely unphased.

Which ghosts a smile over Steve’s face at least, even as he finds himself totally lost.

How exactly is he supposed to explain this?

The Upside Down, the Russians, hell even the way he's become hyper vigilant?

That certain words or references act like bullets, sending him to the floor in a spiral of burning panic?

Nevermind his finely honed instinct to use anything as a weapon when startled.

Sensing his discomfort, Eddie hums quietly before making a suggestion. "How about you tell me a totally fake, very unreal story?"

Steve croaks a laugh.

"I'm a really bad story teller." He warns.

"Practice makes perfect." Eddie tells him, leaning his shoulder into the taller man's.

Grateful--and feeling more than a little pathetic--Steve finds himself seeking out the touch.

"Okay." He agrees quietly, with a jerky nod of his head. "A--completely untrue, over exaggerated story. I can do that."

So he does.

xXx

The story Steve tells in halting, fumbling bursts of words involves monsters, the supernatural, government secrets and coverups.

The latter half of which doesn't even surprise Eddie--anyone with half a brain could see the sheer number of incidents that happened one after another was a cover up for something big-- but he can't help himself from trying to detangle reality from fiction.

Monsters he gets. It's easier to pretend the bad guy is an evil creature than a real person, to distance yourself from it in such a way it feels fake.

The supernaturally gifted girl is a little harder, but if you replace superpowers with some poor kid involved in some kind of shitty, abusive government program, then he can buy it.

What Steve never explains, is what set him off.

Eddie tells him so.

"I told you I was a bad storyteller." Steve says in response, which isn’t an explanation but then, Eddie realizes he is pushing awful hard for a guy who he barely knows to bare his soul--and who, in turn, barely knows him.

Not really anyway.

Not outside of rumors and old wounds.

"Is there anything that ever helps you feel safer?"

"People." Steve says immediately. "People always help but ah, well." His smile is pained, self deprecating. "I can't exactly ask for sleepovers every night, can I?”

He shrugs. “So I just keep a few things close.'

"A few things?"

"My nailbat."

"Is the nailbat a bat…with nails in it?" Eddie hedges, desperately attempting to keep a calm, straight face because what the fuck?

But this was a no judging zone, and it wasn’t as if a bat with nails in it was the weirdest thing Eddie had ever encountered. Not since Uncle Wayne’s friends informed him they had at minimum, seventeen guns hidden in their own trailer across town.

‘Things are happening at night, kid. Bad things. Don’t go too far into the woods looking for trouble.’

"Maybe." Steve admits.

"How about instead of hugging a nail bat to sleep, if things get bad you come over. Wayne works the night shift and I have insomnia anyways."

"Really?"

Eddie can’t blame him for sounding surprised.

"Yeah man. No skin off my nose, though you will be stuck hearing my beautiful sweetheart. She's a guitar sent from heaven. "

"I can handle that." He says, a smile ghosting across his face.

Then; "Thanks Eddie."

Eddie presses his shoulder against Steve’s. "Anytime, big boy."

(Crisis over, Batective Eddie returns, swooning.

Eddie mentally squashes him under his own notes.)

#I wasnt gonna write more of this but ya'llk talked me into it #Eddie doodles batective eddie everywhere #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #steve needs a hug #steddie fluff #0o0 fanfics #I guess this would be the new years special #god does that mean I should finish it with valentines day #nancy and eddie friendship supremacy

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novistarplanet · 10 months

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Daddy's Girl

ExDrugDealer!Connie x BlackReader

summary:

cw:

wc;

a/n; hope yall don't get offended by this only read this over once this is also for my fllwers 🩷 + requests are open

Growing up you were raised with a very religious background your furthest memory to date was your mom making you sing in the choir.

You didn't mind at all you actually liked going to church at times with your father being the pastor you were inspected to be modest all the time since you had a reputation to uphold.

Which means no growing up. No parties, No skimpy clothing, and most importantly No boyfriends.

You could never wrap your head around it.

"Y/N pull out your bible and pay attention maybe kids your age can learn something from it" Your Auntie Ruthie smacks your arm with her hand fan.

pulling out your pink bible turning the page to the scripture.

It felt like forever of your dad preaching about the same things but with different words.

Each time he finishes reciting the stories a string of "hallelujahs" and "amen" flooded the medium-sized church.

it was going just like every Sunday went it was just about time for offering when you noticed a man well boy with a collection of tattoos that marked his neck and entire two arms standing beside your father

"Brothers and sisters ill like to introduce a new family member of our church Brother Springer"

looking around you it's clear as day not everyone was with the idea of him joining.

His full name was Connie Springer or "Constance" as people called him in the streets. He was a big-known drug dealer in the area who was recently shot.

Who now found himself in your daddy's church ranting about him finding God.

Did you believe him? Hell No. But as a Christian, you have to see the good in people.... so who are you to judge?

“Now folks I want you to open him with open arms lets all bow our heads and say a prayer towards this young brotha!” on cue, everyone bowed their head as your father recites the words.

You could feel eyes watching you while each word was spoken. slowly opening your eyes up you see Connie smirking at you biting his lip

you couldn't help but stare he was oddly attractive your aunties warned you to stay away from thugs and deadbeats.

but something about him made your heart skipped.

closing your eyes again focusing on the prayer and blocking him out but it wasn't too long before negative thoughts filled your mind.

dirty ones.

you have been having dreams of someone buried deep between your plush dark toned thighs slopping all over your messy cunt while one of his hands is wrapped around your neck.

rising up from your two soft pillows your clear juices dripping from he’s barely visible stubble beard.

His hands soon found home around your jaw shaking it roughly

“open your fucking mouth bitch” the dark figure huffed out.

quickly opening your mouth obeying his command

he used the hand that was wrapped around your jaw lifting it up and shoving it back down.

“you know what to do stop actin dumb” he takes his other hand that was originally holding your thigh to slap you across the face till your pink little tongue came out.

“ m’imma reward you for being so good” he hurtles a gob of spit down your throat forcing you to swallow it.

“yea thats it you really want daddy’s dick huh? you fuckin dirty whore” he lets go of the placements of hands as now they found their way towards his pants.

unzipping them revealing dark blue boxers with a large bulge

slowly pulling the-

“Y/N! You better not be sleep!” your auntie hits your side again slightly shoving you.

by the time you opened your eyes, everyone was on their way out probably going to red lobster or olive garden.

“now this is my first and only daughter y/n” You look over to see your dad talking to Connie looking directly at you.

connie still had the look in his eyes he did before

“well look at gawd y/n come over here and say hi to our new member”

you walk over gripping at your coral-colored dress.

“Hola hermosa, ¿cómo estás?” he spoke his spanish fast and you couldn’t lie you found it attractive especially the way hes tongue moves

“huh?? sorry im not very fluent in spanish” heat flooded your cheeks quickly. maybe you should have paid attention in spanish.

“ahh it’s okay Cariño i was either at first” followed by that he opened hes mouth displaying hes pearlie white teeth shiny teeth and me you guess.

“well good news baby connie here is coming to bible study”

okay what does that have to do with you???

“and you’re gonna help him find the way of god”

WHAT??

Today was the day you and connie were having a one on prayer session. You didn’t even know the boys last name.

and here you are wearing a simple peach shade dress with white stockings underneath.

not to mention the black lace bra that cups your breasts perfectly

you walked in to see Connie already there reading over the bible

he was wearing a wife beater tattoos marked all over hes two arms depictions of guns,skulls and you even spotted prayer hands.

you quickly rush towards your seat right in front of him he slowly raises he's head up meeting you in the eye.

"how long have you been staring at me hermosa?"

you quickly bended your head down shying away from he's grazed as he chuckles.

"im just joking with your baby"

despite the lingering sexual tension in the air you continue preaching

"uh okay so in Matthew 4:1 it talks about temptation from the devil and"

as you continue with the verse you can feel hes eyes lingering across your stockings you couldn't help but to look towards hes peeking becip.

during the session Constance lip bites , winking and even hes hand traveling too far down your cleavage

" and we drink the grape juice to symbolize Jesus’s purity an-“

“your not pure are you”

your head whips up with quickness as the words left hes mouth”

“what are you talking about?”

“i know you we’re having a wet dream about me sunday”

he arises from hes chair and puts your right leg over hes shoulder

he pulled up your skirt exposing your white dolly panties with a small bow on top with a small patch of wetness on the soft cloth.

“the only name i respond to is daddy” his hands found comfort around your throat. testing the waters he squeezed tightly.

“ is that clear whore?”

“yes daddy” small tears begin to prick from the corner of your eyes.

everything happened so fast your skirt and panties fully removed with your left breast making an appearance out.

“ do i have permission?”

you noticed his pants were ready off leaving him in his boxers in the short time you came to terms with everything.

slowly nodding your head up and down in agreement

“words hermosa”

“yes daddy”

he , mischievously grins down at you pulling off in boxers in a swift motion revealing he's length in all its greatness

you never seen a dick face to face this was all new

the tip of he’s head lined up to your entrance making its way inside of you

you can feel your body being rigid with inch length goes in

“Dios mío why didn’t you tell me you were this fucking tight”

he started moving in and out of you at a slow pace. You can tell by the look on his face he was holding himself back

he made soft movements as he kept going in and out

the pain on its own was unbearable it was like someone stabbing your uterus over and over again it didn't make it no better that you can feel him knocking at the entrance of your Cervix.

after a while of bad after bad thumps pleasure develops in your tummy.

"ohhhhh my god"

your hands went down and gripped the base of the chair despite the loud sounds the chair constantly makes. he stops for a minute repositioning himself into a better angle and striking himself back in you. His movements came with practice and skill as he continuously flicker your G-spot. You breathes were uneven and lost in the noises that your pussy made.

you could tell he was close he's movements became more sloppier with each stroke.

"im cumming oh my fucking god im cumming"

he's fingers found their place on your clit going in a circular motion.

you too both groan loudly together while the waves of pleasure passed you as he spills himself inside you he speaks again with he's deep voice.

"same time next Wednesday?"

#connie springer x reader #connie springer x black reader #connie springer x y/n #connie springer x you #imma add tags later #editing this later #for my followers #love yall

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i-literally-cant-with-this · 3 months

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A/N ::: I just finished the TokRev manga and hoh my gawd. So fucking good.

18+ MDNI UNDER THE CUT, PLEASE 18+

C/W ::: F.reader (engaged) x Photographer Hanma, cheating, like, purposeful, sneaking off to do it shit, F->M oral, P->V unprotected sex, taking pics during sex. Scummy bride doing scummy/yummy things with Hanma.

PART II

PART I (Thank you, Kaz!)

FreelancePhotographer!Hanma

You hire him to take pictures of your bachelorette party with all your girls.

You get some amazing shots of the girls posing together and some even more risqué ones of you on your own.

Hanma is trying to be respectful and professional throughout the evening. And even when he's flirting with you, even when you catch him sneaking a few shots of your fat ass in that skimpy dress, you don't do anything but give him your most provocative cat-got-the-canary-grin.

You're (not so) secretly hoping he'll keep those for his own private use.

Despite the smutty nature of some of the photos, they're incredibly beautiful.

He pulls you to the side to go over some of them with you so he can "move things around on his memory drive to be able to take more pictures."

You two go to the back room of the rented out restaurant and he opens up his laptop to show you what he's got so far and show you a few that he thinks aren't up to par that he tells you he wants to delete.

And that's when you see them.

The ones of you.

You look amazing in those photos. Your body looks so sexy and your confidence is shining through.

But it's the ones of you alone that have you drooling. You're not even posing, but you're standing in such a way that it shows off your curves, your legs, and your ass. And Hanma captured it all perfectly.

As you two go through the pictures, he keeps telling you how gorgeous you look and how he couldn't believe his luck to be able to capture you in such a natural way.

You blush and flirt with him as you compliment him on his photography skills.

Then, he shows you one of you where you're bending over the table in the back room, sticking your ass out in a way that makes you look and feel like a model.

And that's when you realize it's time to tip him.

You ask him if he likes photographing you and he says he loves it.

You grin and start to slowly unzip your dress, telling him that you think he should take a few more of you.

He agrees, saying that he would love to take some "private shots" of you.

As your dress falls to the floor, you turn around to face him in nothing but your panties. He takes a few more shots of you before you drop down to your knees in front of him.

You unbutton his pants and pull out his already hard and leaky cock, wrapping your lips around it and taking it deep into your mouth.

Hanma moans as he keeps taking pictures of you sucking his cock, even as he starts to thrust into your mouth.

He pulls out and grabs you by the hair, pushing you onto the chaise as he positions himself between your legs.

He reaches down and rubs his fingers against your pussy, making you moan as he slips two fingers inside you.

You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer as he thrusts his cock into your pussy.

Hanma fucks you hard and fast, taking pictures of where the two of you connect as he does.

You can feel yourself getting close to cumming, and as you start to moan and arch your back, he pulls out his cellphone and covers your pudgy little stomach with his cum.

The flash from his phone is blinding you as you lay there on the lounge. You can feel his cum dripping down your tummy, onto your cunt, and you smile as you realize he got the perfect shot.

You don't know if you'll ever see these photos again, but you hope that Hanma keeps them for himself.

You hired him to take pictures of your bachelorette party with all your girls and he did a fucking amazing job.

So good, in fact, that you've already booked him for your wedding.

Taglist ::: @kazutora-kurokawa @arlerts-angel @darkstarlight82 @viburnt @katkitkats

#hanma shuji #tokyo revengers hanma shuji #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers hanma #tokrev #tokyo revengers smut #hanma smut #shuji hanma #tokrev smut #hanma x reader #hanma x you #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo rev smut #tokrev x reader #tokyo rev x you #shuji hanma x reader #shuji hanma x you

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duhnova · 1 year

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https://www.instagram.com/reel/Cr6EosqAcSL/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

This with Vernon... Him giving in after a few rounds

Grabbing your neck and pushing you into the mattress and just thrusting into your pussy without any warning. He'd be so grabby and lose all his patience, railing you.... And yeah slapping you(not in a painful way obv) and spitting in you

I'm so into vern these days, literally can't get him outta my mind

don't... don't give me ideas because i WILL write a spicy truth or dare for vernon.... i have to many wips i can't do this adfghasfaghd GAWD...

"fuck this," vernon throws the card on the table before he stalks up to you to grab your jaw and kiss you hard, only a couple rounds passed but you were both border line naked and you just finished feeling yourself up as per the dare you picked. "fucking need you." he'd growl as he pulls away from the kiss, running his thumb over your bottom lip before pushing it into your mouth and laying it on your tongue.

he'd take your mouth being wide open as an invitation to spit into it, smirking at the way your legs almost give out under you as you swallow his spit, your lips wrapping around his thumb as you flutter your eyelashes at him - testing him.

and testing him you did, and (un)fortunately for the both of you vernon doesn't have the patience for your bratty bullshit tonight as he doesn't even give you time to think before he's picking you up over his shoulder to go toss you on your bed - where he proceeds to fuck the daylights out of you.

his pace his bruising and his hands are even more so as they dig into your hips, keeping a strong grip on you so he can fuck you against his cock harder. the bed was shaking and banging against the wall at this point as he quite literally fucks you into the mattress.

his hands would leave your hips on the second orgasm he draws from you, as this point you're fucked dumb - incoherent babbling leaving you as you gasp and claw at vernon's arms and shoulders (the ghost of "more please" leaving your lips.

"more?" he'd almost scoff as he picks up the pace again, sweat dripping down his forehead as he grabs your neck to make you look at him as his hips slam yours down into the mattress. he squeezes delicately before he lands a smack to your face - an even louder moan leaving you as you clench impossibly tighter around him. he can't help the smirk on his face as he grabs your jaw to squish your cheeks so your mouth falls open for him to spit into again - a little bit landing on your cheek.

he loved making a mess of you as he waited a couple seconds before he leant down to spit on your tits, his hand still holding your face before he lets it go to smack one of your tits - grabbing a hand full of them and pinching your nipples he groans as how easy he glides over them because of his spit.

"fucking perfect."

#sfw link !!#(kind of! it's just a spicy truth or dare card)#— [🍒] nova answers #anon #vernon smut #seventeen smut #NO ONE LOOK AT ME #i literally wasn't even suppose to write this - i JUST wanted to make him spit and smack your face...

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mysicklove · 16 days

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omega bakugou with his pink puffy nipples grinding up against your pretty foot. he can't help the drool running down his chin or the way his eyes cross when you press the heel in just like that and he certainly can't help the needy sounds escaping his mouth. the shame sits heavy in his chest only to ebb away as a softer, more sinister warmth spreads when you call him a "good boy."

GAWD DAMNNNNNNN

his nipples....im.....this is....STOP IT IM GOING INSANE

imagining his body bright red from the heat with slick dripping down his leg....his voice is all scratchy and rough, and the pleads he makes are so erotic. its such a rare sight to see him act so docile, which means there may be lots of pictures taken <33

#thirsting hours #katsuki thirsts <3

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dranka · 2 months

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Dark Rise spoilers musings about the Betrayer

maaaan I love being in the camp 'Anharion is a kinky sub, stomping those court floors clickety-clack, mug painted for the gawds, jewels and silks dripping, living his best B.I.T.C.H. life - Being in Total Control of Himself.' And that nobody in the Old World could believe that the chaste and pure knight could EVER, surely, he must be mind-controlled by this rotten degenerate, the Dark King! I'd love to see the Collar setting him Free like that 😌💅

#dark rise spoilers #dark heir spoilers #anharion #just some shitposting #let's goooooo part 3 😂

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baskinginthatglory · 2 years

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❛ love me like my demons do. ❜ begged Brandon.

"Course I love you like your demons do," Seth protested, looking up at Brandon. This was Seth at his most vulnerable, long forgotten was the guise of the Messiah.

This was the Seth that simply wanted to love Brandon.

#muse: drip gawd messiah #muse: seth rollins

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leeha225 · 1 year

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Falling for him was like fallin' from grace~ (2/2)

-: ✧ :-゜・-: ✧ :-゜・．-: ✧ :-゜・．-: ✧ :-゜・．

Lee know × Fem reader

⚠genre⚠: childhood friends to lovers, sweet love, good girl gone bad, smut to finish off the thirsty minds. Playing rough, shackles and lots of love.

Synopsis: y/n meets her long-time no see neighbor/childhood friend. Sharing their deepest memories as both transcend to more.

(a/n: Smut is finally here people!!!!!! Rough and longing I say) Minors backoff!!!

-: ✧ :-゜・．-: ✧ :-゜・．-: ✧ :-゜・．-: ✧ :-゜・．

*Gasps*

A white towel came flying, landing on your face flat.

"Hey!!!" grabbing it away readjusting your vision to see him turned adjusting his attire. What was he upto?

"Did no one teach you to knock?" Glaring at him, he raised a cocky eyebrow with a smirk. He looked disheveled sweating all over heaving heavy breathes of air like he just ran a mile.

"Sorry, A-Are you okay? I just came up to get you some salt for-"

"Keep it on table and go get some sleep" Grumpy. A thud made you look back as he looked highly suspicious as his legs tried pushing something under the bed.

"What are you....Never mind. Good night and on saturday a teammate has arranged for a dinner party. So i might come home late" Quickly scooting to place the salt on the table, You looked back at him as he slowly paced towards were you stood.

"You want me to drop you?" Minho leaned in. Hands fisted in his pockets. Sweat shining under the dim light that shone through the window.

"No" quickly denied flustered.

"Okay" Blunt, Minho picked up the noodle bowl instead like he did nothing. Smiling he walked away enjoying his meal.

"I thought you had an important call" fought back making your way out of this situation.

"Canceled, Good night" Grabbing the door to close it after you left, his hand raised running it through his wet hair exposing forehead... Gawd he was gorgeously hawt.

"Uhm, Good night to you too" Sprinting back to your room technically his room, slamming the door shut, falling back sliding down the door. Your heart was pounding hard. Steading your breathing 1..2..3...breath in....breath out...

Vibrate* your phone vibrated in your pocket, fishing it out to see a call from your family. Talking to them, you confidently paced out to wash and clean up the leftovers but it was already done. Minho

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

" ... Remove this animation, it may be too much.. " Tapping at the laptop aimlessly, as you bit down the stirring stick, a habit while thinking intently. Well you weren't really thinking of the conference but about what had happened on Wednesday night. How Minho's hands flexed as he struggled to adjust his pants, how his skin glistened in the dark, water dripping from each strand. You couldn't help but rub your thighs together. The next two days were as usual, both barely had time to even greet each other. Mostly it was you wanting to avoid him. Well....wild thoughts be gone. Rubbing your temple *sigh* even the grande coffee did not help.

"Are you okay?" One of the teammates asked pushing a basket of complementary snacks. And no weren't okay.

"Uh huh... Just need something to distract my.. Thoughts" Leaning forward to grab a pack of gummies to chew on.

"Just an hour more and we'll go partyyyy!!!" The girl cheered.

Being said as though the school closing bell went off everyone started packing up after an hour. Slipping in your laptop, when the sudden echo vibration of your phone on wooden desk made your heart thump.

Minho: Hey, when can i come pick you up?

Y: it's okay, idk when the dinner gets over.

Minho: Okay, let me know if it gets late.

Y: sure

Biting down a smile as someone called for you to hurry. Well what a great day.

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Flashing lights, dance floor, sweaty people, loud music, booze and no teachers. This ain't a dinner!!! It's a freakin club!!! Kinda explains what she meant by "party". Loud places weren't really your thing but for some reason you felt like you needed this to push 'Lee Minho' thoughts away. But atleast they reserved a private corner to settle down a bit.

"What do you wanna drink?" Each asked one another.

"I'm fine with anything" This isn't you, but come on life is all about taking risks... Isn't it?

Not literally...I guess. Bottles and glasses came in and you couldn't wait dump down some alcohol. Other than the teammates other team members eventually tagged along. You silently sat waiting for your fill when a guy came over to your side.

"Hey, I'm... " The loud noise censored his name and you didn't want to ask again.

"Hi" Simple and not caring. The guy smiled effortlessly and yes he was cute but nothing can compare to Minho-..... Arghhhhejfjsjejd

You quickly poured yourself an unknown transparent liquid and gulped it all in one go and gawdddddd it burned like hell. Too strong for you to handle that your vision doubled for a second.

And that's it...

That's how it started and you after few shots you found yourself on the dance floor. Letting loose all your worries and unwanted thoughts.

"Y/n let's take a picture" One of the girls came over with your phone. Peeking at it to see ton of calls and messages. Ignored.

Click.

To stir up more trouble your drunk head posted some pictures, knowing very well that the cat man will spot them. Looking through the pictures, this new you looked hot and assuring of big trouble brewing. First thinking it was formal dinner you wore a nice decent button up black dress that hugged your bodice well. Reaching mid thigh well you covered it all with a long coat but now that wasn't needed. The heat, smell and icky bodies just brushing about was enough to make you unravel more. Laughing to yourself as suddenly a hand snaked around your waist pulling you against their hard body. The guy whose-name-still -unknown came from behind to match your movement, making things uncomfortable. His crotch grinding against your ass, slow and hard. You didn't like it at all.

"Hey Hands off!" Swatting his arm, you walked away from the man, over to get another drink. He followed close by and things started to get creepy. Around the corner you speed walked to an open space, where people hung out to smoke and it wasn't helping. Wanting some fresh air you walked farther down a slope but foot steps kept shadowing... Why doesn't he just leave me alone? You thought. A sudden heated surge spread through like an electric wave, you couldn't walk much further, leaning against the wall to get a breather. Trying to pop open a few top buttons.

"You want help with that?" The guy came closer towering to touch your sides again.

"Why don't you just leave me be!" You shot at him, the guy stepped back, looking around. A group of junkies clearly high looked to your side.

"Stop making a scene... " He hissed, Suddenly your vision started to fuzz, everything around blurred, staggering on your feet. "Hah...drunk as sh*t" The voice echoed as the guy laughed and that's it, everything turned black. Suffocating

___________________

"F*ck" Minho cursed scrolling through the pictures you posted. Collecting the tiniest hint on where you would be. Tags and through people he finally found one of the colleague posting an outside view of the building. Minho finally made it breaking every traffic rule, which he didn't give damn about to go get you. Car tyres screeching to a halt, slamming his way out through entrance. Sweat and s*x filled the air as almost every filthy move took place around. 'Where the f*ck could she be?' Pushing through the heavy crowd to find on recognisable so called teammate making out.

"Hey! Where is Y/n?" Minho shot but the couple glared and continued eat each other's faces off. "I'm talking to you" Grabbing on her arm, as the guy swatted them away towering over his frame in dominance.

"F*cker can't you see we're busy-"

"Hey hey hey" The girl finally back to her senses. "I don't know where she is but i saw her leave with some-" Her words trailed off as Minho bolted through the crowd and got out to high-land. Every single idiot filthy with smoke and pleasure. A scream made his coggs turn to find a group of crack heads murmuring over a guy mauling...

"Get your f*cking hands off her" Minho hollered the guy to the ground grabbing Y/n, still unconscious. Her dress half undone, almost raped in front of anyone and everyone. An inner growl rose through him.

"Hands" Minho commanded, the man didn't budge. Death glare made slowly bring forth his hands. Minho caught hold of them and crack, an awful sound from the man called out many people to watch over. Quickly making a few phone calls, Minho swooped you in his arms and walked away without a word. You were a bit sobber witnessing everything. But something kept bothering you the way he remained calm the whole time that he even left the guy back with just few blows and yesss a broken arm but... His hands flexed gripping tight on the steering wheel like it were the guys throat.

"Minho?" You tried to test the waters. No reply... Yup he's mad.

Pulling up on the drive way you felt ashamed for what had befallen on you but thank god the situation didn't go... Too far.

Walking to his apartment everything started flooding through your senses, you could feel that creeps touch around your body, making you shudder. Minho quickly opened the door and shut it with too much force causing you to flinch. "Minho I'm sorr-"

To your surprise the man grabbed your sides and quickly placed you on the nearby footwear cabinet. "What are you-" In a second his soft yet harsh lips crashed on yours filled with anger and dominance. Your eye's flew wide and closed at him biting and nipping at your skin. "Ahhng~" Giving him what he wanted as he slid his tongue over the seam of your lips for permission, quickly plunging his tongue in to meet yours, tasting every flavor of you. Like you imagined he tasted sweet and intoxicating, like a drug that you would be addicted to death. His hands banged against the wall caging you as the other grabbed onto your neck to tilt and position your mouth to perfectly fit. The lack on oxygen made you hazy, "Minho~" Moaning his name like a plea. Snapped out of his trance, eyes wide in shock and he broke away from you. Both breathing hard, chest heaving you slipped down to stand in front of him.

"This is a mistake...Go to your room and lock the door" His eyes hooded as he growled. This Minho was different and scary but you weren't scared not at least now. Maybe it was the alcohol speaking.

"And what if I don't?" Hands crossed over your chest, raised eyebrow and rebellion written all over. Minho stepped forward like a panther, until he caged you against the cabinet, hands on either side. Faces merely inches away. His eyes bore into your soul with anger, your eyes matched, held his unwavering. Power of alcohol.

"I'll make you"

"How?" The words came out as a whisper yet taunting. He exhaled.

"Go to your room" Minho turned to leave.

"You can't tell me what to do. Your not my-"

"You came to me, Y/n. So, yes I CAN TELL YOU WHAT TO DO!" He turned staring with annoyance fuming, his hair all messed up, his lips bright pink from the earlier display.

"STOP. YELLING!" You raised your voice as equal as his. Childhood crush hates you... Yayyy

"I'm not- why don't you understand that you were almost defiled by some random guy at the bar in front of THE DAMN PUBLIC... And you have the audacity to F*CKING DISOBEY ME?" His voice echoed and thrummed louder to your senses.

"Fine, im sorry but why do you care? Because I'm your neighbor? Or I'm that immature stupid girl who can't take care of her f*cking s*x life. Well you know what F*CK YOU because for that very reason I don't care if I was r*ped by some random guy in front of the world" You spat heaving hard. You just made things worse but for some reason you needed this. Everyone kept controlling you from doing the wrong like as though you were prone to it. If you don't make mistakes one can never know what was the mistake. In your case everything was preplanned, safeguarded that you wanted to take risks to feel... Free

Minho's anger flickered to a sad look, like he was hurt genuinely. You anger always came with hot tears, blurring your vision that you didn't realize that Minho came close and laid his forehead on your shoulder.

"I didn't mean to hurt you. But how would your father react if he got to know? " He spoke in a small voice.

"He won't know" You said in tiny reaching to touch his hair, something you always wanted to do. Soft locks sliding between your fingers. "Minho what am I to you?" You asked softly because you really needed to know. He exhaled against the curve of your neck causing goosebumps.

"Y/n" Air mixed with his voice deep as his lips softly found your skin. His warm moist lips left a trail of kisses up to meet your eyes. Eyes fluttering from the ticklish feel of his beautiful mouth on your skin.

"Mmm?"

"Your not an immature stupid girl and I've never seen you as just a neighbor" Minho's words made your eyes widen. His lips tugged to reveal his smirk. "But what you got yourself into is nowhere near for any person to witness. Sometimes getting help is never wrong and in your case being drunk things could have gotten... Worse" His hands tightened around your wrist at the last sentence. "So, please understand that even if your strong which I know you are, I here for you always" His words hit hard. He's right.

"Why?-"

"Shhhhh" Minho placed his finger on your lips. Slowly gliding them on your swollen flesh as it trailed softly down under your chin to look up at his dark hooded eyes. Minho looked darker not the same guy you grew up with goofing around but someone more menacing to the eye. "Your the most brightest soul that i have ever met, that i want to just bask in your light for an eternity or maybe just taint a little with my dirty side. You tell me baby, want to ascend or descend from heaven?" Minho's taunting voice echoed through your eyes, pulsing to your core lighting up an unusual flame. Anticipating just burning away your self restraint to bask in his own darkness and fall into his void. Minho's breath fanning against your face just entrapping you from thinking further... Such a tease.

"Bring heaven to me in hell" You say and something different shone in his eyes. Well all those romantic books you grew up reading to fend of the thirst to experience what you were about to paid off. Minho chuckled in a deep raspy tone making you feel the icky wetness dripping between your thighs. Meantime the man slide his hands from your wrist and face to your neck and back just pulling you towards him with powering force just knocking out the senses in you. Lips colliding teeth clashing as every part of each other was just glued together. You could feel his tightness while he could feel your peaks. Brushing more the bigger and harder he gets. Minho growled as he bent you backwards, kissing you harder like he was waiting for his whole life for this kiss. Teeth clashing and finally nipping at your lip his tongue regained dominance, tasting every expanse. Muffled moans and groans swirled, Minho's hands snaked under your a*s giving it a squeeze letting you know what he wants. Quick leap as he held you firm against him. Legs wrapped around his lower waist now that his hard friend down their was directly brushing against your core made you make an unrecognizable sound. Pulling back you looked down with a shudder as Minho watched you with a proud smirk. Your face heated up on knowing what you do to him and what he were to do to you as a gift and revenge.

"Now let me show how to handle this situation" Heels thunder to the floor, his jacket slid from your shoulders to the floor, leaving you only in the black button up dress hugging tightly against your curves. Minho gulped and licked his pink swollen lips like he was hungry to taste you. Well he was actually, but you felt equally as proud to see how your neighbor felt of your mature side.

"Can you handle it?" Letting your hair free.

"We'll see" Minho grinned sheepishly eliciting a growl to control himself from ripping that fabric from your body. Kicking the door closed with his feet...Hawt. He just dropped you on the bed making you bounce a few times. Perched on your elbows you watched as his muscle flexed on him removing his shirt and tossing it away. Ohhhh wooowiee his body was just has chiseled and perfect as his face. Your mouth fell a little part at his man pecs and abs. Down the way the abs ended to V line still a suspense to his manhood. You sat up as Minho fell forward to connect his lips with yours eyes again, trailing them down your chin and neck. You whined a little at the feel his hands started unbuttoning but he very much knew he was impatient for all that and just pushes your body back and ripped the buttons off like it were just paper. The buttons flew astray revealing your black laced inners. Minho drew in a wavering breath on seeing your beautiful body in display.

To turn him on more you opened up legs to flash that wet panties and intoxicating smell for him to witness. Minho growled again making clench and spew more of your wetness.

"Such a tease" He said falling forward catching your face hard with his huge hands.

"Did I?" Innocent eyes made his teeth clench.

"You might clamp that p*ssy shut after looking at what I have in store sweetheart"

"Really? Show me" Rilling him up was sure fun but maybe not for long. His veiny hawt hands popped open his belt with a sweet clink, making you bite your lip in anticipation. Minho slide off his belt and laid it on the edge of the bed.

"Do the honors sweetheart" Your hands ready to open your present (weird of me to say) fondling with zipper as he hissed at the contact of your fingers. Bringing down both his jeans and boxers to finally free the D. And HELL NO that is never going to fit in any hole. Minho was massive, hard, curled up, dripping with not pre but maybe post c*m. Your eyes widened and lips fell agape as Minho watched you like an owner watching his curious cat. Like he said your legs wanted to shut tight close but something made you open wider for the risks. Got to admit... Rip your hips.

"Haa... Really? Let's get your ready for it first" He pushed you back on the mattress. You suddenly felt small under his majestically big body. Minho loved kissing your skin, softly pulling the fabric of your bra away to suck on the supple flesh. His tongue swirling over the peaks and pressing hard as hands started dancing over your stomach, down to black lace panties, pushing his fist into the material to greet your aching mess.

"Mmm your so f*cking wet for me. Love that" His thumb rubbed circles guiding you to make circles as well as he finally pushed through just one finger and gawd your v*rgin c*nt just couldn't endure just that one Damn finger!!!

"Minho~" You whimpered out his name as he bit down on your breasts like it were his favorite pudding. (Cringe)

"Yes baby? Want more? " He looked up from marking you. You looked back with the words 'YES' just shinning back at him. Minho chuckled sitting back on his knees, slowly removing the last bit of lace. Your glistening core just made him drool from his D and mouth. Dipping down he gave a slow languid flat tongue lick making you made inhuman noises.

"Ohh God Minho~" He could hear you say hia name all day and never get tired of it. Hands found his hair as you pushed him towards your leaking hole. You felt his smile on your skin as he started pumping his finger and licking off the juices. Knot forming as he added another finger stretching wider then ever making your body convulse and moan out loud. Finally just when you were to come he drew out his fingers and latched his mouth sucking hard that you screamed bursting at your high. The feel was just toe curling, you couldn't process anything as he kept eating you out with his sinful tongue. Finally drawing back as he wipped away the remaining dribble from his lips seductively and plunged it straight to your mouth for you to taste.

"Heavenly baby?" He asks grabbing something from under his bed. Something like a box, the kid blocking your vision as he fished into his supplies of unknown objects that finally his hands retracted with a bunch of aluminium foils- Oh.

Your mind raced on knowing on what you got yourself into, what you were about to witness is beyond anything you would have imagined. Sucking in hazy breath as he opened the wrapper with his teeth and slipped the protection on... Can it really protect you? He might break it open just wearing it. Minho didn't waste a second and quickly tossed you on your stomach and raised your waist.

"Tell me if it's too much" He warned giving your a*s cheek a squeeze. You wanted to scream already but you wanted to feed your adrenaline with him. Holding you firm as he slid his tip in. That's it you ket out the most loudest sound of the night. Your hands already gave away. Minho grabbed his belt and placed it between your teeth. "Quite down sweetheart" You bit on the leather hard that maybe he might not be able to wear them again. Slowly sliding in as your body shuddered. You asked for it, you got it. Minho finally slid in not full but perfectly well to fill you up. Minhos hand played with your t*ts and held onto your shoulders as he started pulling out and pushing in. Soft thrusts to wash out the pain. Your vision started to blur, tears welling and your mind went dumb blank as he picked up the pace. Hard forward pushing thrusts. Minhos groaned at you clenching everytime he slammed himself in you. Occasional slaps to your skin after all he is a butthunter.

"This is what a bad girls get for *thrusts* letting other men *thrusts* touch what's mine because your *thrusts* only *thrusts* mine to *thrusts* fuck" His hands snaked around your hair tugging for you to respond. You nodded and fell back as he went in deep hitting the very spot that plucked you out of heaven to hell. Your first high hit yet he didn't come. Flipping you over he took the leather belt from your mouth and wrapped then around your wrists. Taking from the front as your clawed at his back at the feel as he dug deeper that before. Your teeth nipping on his shoulder leaving your own marks along the way.

"Minho God right their haaa~"

"Right here?" He hit hard this time making you arch out.

"Yes hmm" You manage to say. This went one the whole night perhaps as your mind just was clouded with the smell of s*x and Minhos rough lustful scent. Later he cleaned up while you drifted off to sleep. Minho smiled at you childlike face as he cuddled you to sleep.

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Morning or maybe afternoon air woke you up to let out a lazy yawn, feeling strong hands dropped on your waist your vision slowly became clear at your arm outstretched on another strong veiny arm. Minhos soft puffs of air was heard. The man seemed as tired as you. Slowly you turned over not to wake him to just see his sleeping forms. (Ticking off bucket lists here). Minho was so cute all puffed up but how can he change from... Never mind. Softly brushing away his hair from his face you have a small peck to lips.

"Mmmh" His morning drawl made you flush. That hit you hard. His lose hands curled around you strong holding you close. Minhos eyes fluttered open.

"Hi" Whispered he smiled blinking, maybe he thought it was a dream just like you did.

"Hi Good morning" Howwwww F*ck his morning voice was heavenly. Rubbing your legs together as you realized that you felt numb all over... Paralyzed?!!! You made a weird expression making his worried. "Are you okay?" He asked concerned perched on his elbow.

"Mhm just couldn't... Stretch" He smirked.

"Kitten... You asked for it, turn around" You obeyed as he sat up softly. His hands landed softly on your lower back as he gave it nice squeezy massage.

"Ohh.. Wow... Ah~"

"Keep doing that and it will get worse" Biting your lip your face buried in soft pillows. Minho gave you a nice massage for you to at least... Stand? Nahh you had a whole morning routine babied by Minho. He even made breakfast. It was divine. The man can cook.

The day went on with you to having so much fun teasing and getting the best of it. You managed to walk and finish the conference successfully. Your peers wete beyond impressed and to your surprise a sponcer asked for you work as an understudy after graduation!!! You can be with Minho in Australia.

Brushing through the crowd as you wanted to convey the news to your now boyfriend Minho. Speed dialing for him.

"Minho-"

"Turn around and tell it to my face baby" Straightforward as usual. You were caught off guard to see him at the conference. Running to hug him tight to feel his laugh vibrate to your chest.

"Y-you came" Tears teasing to fall.

"How can I not? I have to pick you up. Your in my town"

"Our town, Im moving here after graduation" Proudly. His eyes flew open as he spun you around happily. Good thing this place was a little isolated or the sponsorship would have said goodbye.

"I should kick out my roomate soon" He said kissing your face.

"No nooo we are getting our own house"

"Well till we get one he's staying in the streets"

"Or I can just stay in your room you know" He picked you up and slung you on his shoulder making you squeal. "I have to get my things. People will see"

"Fine" He let you down but grabbed your face to give you a soft sweet kiss. Your hands fell on his when suddenly you felt it rough. Rubbing more you drew them to see evident bruises and cuts.

"What happened?" Worried max as he tensed and drew the away.

"Nothing I forgot to wear gloves while boxing today" You found it bizarre, just when you were to ask more, you professor came over to talk you away.

Boxing... (He did boxing with the guy from the club to mangle his face and body. He didn't show up in the conference as well... How cliche you might think huh)

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Later You and Minho shared a steamy evening before you had to part ways for a short while, back to your college to settle things for graduation. Daily Minho video called to check on you and to your suprise even showed up at graduation... Discreetly. You were still a coward to show him to your parents... Yet.

But you will one day... Eventually 😌

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A/n: Forgive me God for I have sinned

I'm extremely sowy for the delay really I kept procrastinating (listen to bangchan) well do enjoy had to make a hasty finish. It's all upto you guys on how it ends. Let's say that brave Minho proposes in front of your parents, what would happen?

Love you guys!!! Follow for more~

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A new take on Sunflowers!

(AU: No Spider-man powers. Hobie is a famous Punk Star/model/celebrity. He happens to go to an art opening and fell in love with the works and the artist)

"Ehhh!" Miles look at the bouquet of flowers and boxes of expensive gifts. He didn't even settle in his new studio apartment, he saw so many gifts being delivered to him. It was already the next day after the crazy party. Checking on the message card, "To my Sunflower, XOXOXOX, Hobie. 💜🌻🤘🏿"

He felt so flustered that he took the bouquets of flowers in his arms taking a big sniff. "They smell so good." He hums feeling his cheeks warm. The art opening did filled him with surprises, he didn't think he would catch a certain celebrity eyes.

-Last Night-

"Yes. Yes. We're heading there, now." The twenty seven year old punker slouches in the limo being bored by his assistant making calls to their manager. He rolled his eyes, so this is what being famous is like. The constant meet and greets, events, and talkshows. Ugh, the popularity didn't seem to stop because of his own Controversy nature, being chaotic to break anything.

The fans love that from him. His bandmates are meeting him at this art opening he so badly wanted to go. It was a refresher to find something that's his interest, but his agency being on his ass was pissing him off. He wanted freedom! To enjoy his time with his friends.

Now, his assistant is here being observant because the last time he was left alone, he had brawl with some jackass at a bar.

Figures...

He lit up his cigarette being annoyed, a good burn of nicotine will help him. "You're supposed to quit smoking." His assistant said being on her laptop.

"Come on, Mindy. I've been stressed all the damn time. I need this." He inhale being annoyed. "Fuck quitting."

"Then you have to deal with Bruce."

"Fuck him, too."

Mindy sighs before the limo stopped at the gallery called, "New Verse!" It's own by a famous man, who believes in contemporary arts for the diversity artists. Right now, there's three arts presenting their worsts that are upcoming to the art field.

Young BIPOC artists that were born and bred in New York City. Hobie honestly saw one painting on the pamphlet from invite from his good friend, Pavtri. A funny actor that changed the game by his bubbly adorable personality, his girlfriend is one of the artists. Yet, the punker wasn't focus on her inspirational Indian American women with abstract strokes and figures.

Oh no, he's eyes was curious when he saw a powerful, very old school graffiti style with a modern take of using media with bright bold colors and insane texts. The handwritten calligraphy had rough ink with profound words like slurs, then a beautiful black man figure crying. Tears all colorful with small texts inside. So many going all at once that he wanted to see in person. The piece had the sizes about 300 inches by four hundred inches on canvas mounted on wall. He had to see it.

When the limo parked, "We're here." His assistant said.

Hobie got out of the car seeing paparazzis already there to take photos of him.

Great, these fucking leeches

He wore his latest high end outfit; ripped tight black skinny jeans with patches by Farfetched brand, accessories like chains dripping to the side of hips. He wore expensive Prada Monolith and re-nylon black boots, and red laces. A Sex Pistol t-shirt personally shredded, Two belts around his waist, one he's actually wearing on his jeans but the other more for fashion that is slanted to the side. Then his Celine black leather jacket with his own custom touches having spikes and paint on it. His own rebellious style. Then tons of jewelry on him; bracelets from his wrists, necklaces, and diamonds piercings. All top with a very masculine cologne by Tom Ford.

His wicks bounces by every step of his heavy boots as he got out already having his black shades on to cover his eyes. He saw some of the fans waiting for him. "OH MY GAWD, IT'S HIM! HOBIE! HOBIE! WE LOVE YOU!"

"HEY, HOBIE COME LOOK OVER HERE!"

Hobie quickly walks away with a scowl, he tries hard not to ruin his black lipstick by Fenty. All this work to look good and these paparazzis never leave him alone!

Life as a Star

When he finally enters the gallery, he saw a group of body guards being there. It seems there was a lot of famous celebrities around, too.

Great...

He should've known Pavtri would invite more people for his girlfriend. His assistant said, "Oh wow, you can network with these other celebrities. There's Peni Parks, I heard she is famous for her robotics in Japan. Her company release the latest Androids."

"Huh, so we're about to get controlled by the government." Hobie snorted.

"Come on, Hobie. Not this again."

"It's true." He took off his shades to find other familiar faces like Miguel O'Hara, the CEO of Alchemax with a teenage girl wearing a black dress having to look at a painting. A famous man like that likes art? Huh, who knew.

Then Jess Drew, a popular lawyer never losing a case and a very expensive one at that. Hobie had follow her cases, seeing how she went to trial about defamation of character to a famous celebrity.

Petra, a famous three gold Olympic Athlete, she had one her titanium prosthetic leg wearing ankle pants with loafers and tight beige sweater. Her brown pixie hair cut had a shave to the left side showing off her pierced ears.

Then Ben Riley, a famous skater. Noir-

Aye, no way he's here!

Noir is a very popular contemporary artist that causes many controversy on society's politics. One of the most respected activists, too. He would shred his own work in front of auction if he doesn't like the buyer. The man stays hidden with his black mask. Hobie respected that man, too bad his works are out of his price range, if he could get his hands on it.

One popular piece was a Rubik's cube that he presented in a gallery then mix it all up. Then place it on a white pedestal. The price of that work started off two billion.

Bonkers, Hobie knows. But that piece started a massive wave for the hidden artists. Noir seems to know Petra and Ben.

Interesting...

He noticed a popular street artist, activist, and poet name Zero. Kaine, a famous game streamer on Twitch. Kitty, a popular influencer. Peter Parker, a famous American Actor.

So many blokes here!

"Oh, look there's Gwen!" She spotted a familiar Pop Punk singer standing with her own female band, which is her girlfriend drummer, Margo and Silk, a girl who plays the guitar.

"Aye," Hobie was about to go over until, he stops when his eyes caught the art piece he been yearning to see. When he enters the room to find more works.

His eyes on the large piece, he took in every single detailed. "Mindy, luv. Can you please give me wine?"

"Sure thing, Hobie." She went out of the room to leave him to admire the works.

Hobie saw the artists name and description, "A cry for Help! By Miles G. Morales..." He read seeing the materials being made by spray paint, acrylic paint and other stuff. He didn't want to read anymore, so he can try to figure out the meaning of the work.

Taking a closer look, he saw details of Brooklyn, police brutality, drugs, and struggle. Then a light white out line of a man and woman with child that is very hard to see. If you're not paying attention, a person would think it's a decorative add-on.. Then more Corporate brands, then drug names, and money prices. The background of blue shading with imagery of activism. So many things going on that represented the struggle for black people, it touched Hobie. Especially the image of the black man crying.

What surprised him is the soft touch up to imply make up, the figure had a smudge light lip gloss and glittery eyes, his skin cover with light newspaper textures with to-day's and past events of black trans struggles, and racism.

Bloody beautiful...

Mindy came by to hand him his glass a wine, she hums, "Your eyeliner is smudging."

"Thanks, darling." Hobie wipe the tear off his eye, "It's a fantastic piece, innit?"

"It's really sad..." Mindy frowns at the painting, "Crazy how colorful it is. Like they want you to be happy but when you look at it longer... you see the true ugliness of America."

Hobie sips his wine with a nod, "Exactly. It's perfect. How much is it?"

"300k."

"What? So little?"

"He's a new artist in the field. He's been popular through social media, but not in galleries. It's a different wave." She explained.

"Pfft, and he's black?"

"Yeah."

"Figures. Always the black man getting the short end of the stick." Hobie took out his black card, "I'll double the price."

"Are you sure?" Her eyes widen.

"Yes, I'm sure. I got payed from that stupid Pepsi commercial so I'm winning to buy this at a reasonable price." He said.

"I'll look for the seller. Stay here." She said before going to find them.

Hobie had no problem staying when he can admire this painting. Unaware of a black hooded man standing next to him. "You been looking at this piece for a while, huh?"

"It's a powerful piece." Hobie glanced over to find the person wearing a black hoodie.

"Meh, it's ight." He casually said.

"Are you bloody mad? This is one of the best works I've seen and trust me, I've seen bullshit artists from France, Japan, even the MET." He snorted.

"Gayatri's work is amazing. Zero's installation is freakin' cool." He added, "They are actually showing real struggles as women of color."

"I'll see for myself, but this right here! This is where it's at." Hobie said proudly.

The Hooded man chuckles, "Alright, but take your time looking at the other works." He left with that.

Hobie rolled his eyes but his nose tickle of scents of Sunflowers and tropical shea butter. "Who was he?" He mutter to himself, before going to the next work. The artist made five pieces. In the room there was only four massive works.

It seems Hobie fell in love with the artist, because the second work he loves it even more. It was a massive photo of a black male punker with tattoos, so much piercing on his face and had this scary look with so much spikes and ripples on his clothing. He had intense makeup, but the photo is only black and white.

The figure had a charming smile with his tongue out and wink while he holds a bouquet of sunflowers. The Sunflowers were painted in cartoon like, and there was other paintings of feminine and cutesy imagery. Stickers, and spray painted text. Hobie quickly read the name of the work, "A New Take on Sunflowers: Triptych Part 1 by Miles G. Morales."

Hobie went back to look at the piece, the Sunflowers were brighter almost glowing with youth. "A New Take on Sunflowers... By old Vinny?" He did love this work. He saw how the Punker represented gender fluidity, to embrace their culture yet love the things that aren't represented in their lifestyle. It could also show how someone 'scary' looking have a softer side by holding the flower with care and love.

"Hobie, your bandmates are here." Mindy came back to tell him.

"Be there." Hobie didn't wanna see them when he had these works to admire. The next painting was next to the punker photo. This time the second painting is a photo in black and white of two black women kissing being in the Ghetto of New York. They hold their Sunflowers. They had on weave, bright gold jewelry, tight clothing being so happy to be together.

Now that's love.

His eyes saw the color of the jewelry being the same yellow as the Sunflowers, and more happier texts and doodles around the two. The women had on wedding rings on, celebrating their marriage.

Hobie chuckles, "Cute." He saw the third part of this work. This one is a Puerto Rican mother, how did he know she's Puerto Rican? The massive flag in the background, and the woman sitting while braiding her daughter's hair with a soft gentle smile. The little Afro-Latina smiling at her big Sunflower as it aims at the two. It's a beautiful piece of mother and child.

Shit, why these works are affecting me so much

Hobie felt tears coming down his cheek, he never felt like this before. It's so beautiful and powerful. He needs them. He wants them in his penthouse!

"Hobie?" Mindy asked.

He quickly turns to her with his eyeliner already smudge, "I want all of these. Go buy them!"

"What? Hobie, you can't be-" Hobie glares at her. "Alright. Alright, I'll let the seller know!" She sighs, "Also, Karl and the rest of the band is here. Go say hi!"

"Ugh, fine." Hobie went to find his friends while his assistant went off to find the seller, again. His goal is to find the fifth work.

"Hey Hobs! What up, man?" His best friend, Karl high five him, he's the bass player of the band.

Riri chuckles, "Hey, share the love, bro!" She grins widely being the guitarist.

Mattea nodded, "Hey, Hobie." The drummer of the band.

Hobie gave them a hug, "Aye, mates. How's it going?"

"Great. With all these talkshows and trying to make our own shit, ugh we're exhausted." Riri said.

"Yeah, I released my own beer brand. Crazy, huh?" Karl chuckles.

"My own shirts." Mattea nodded, "We need to be smart because who knows what will happen with this band."

"What do you mean?" Hobie frowns.

"You know, we're all so busy trying to get our name out. It'll be better just in case if our band fall apart since you're busy with movies. Me with modeling." Riri added.

"And life." Mattea nodded.

"That's true. Ugh, we need to support each other. We still need to make our new album too." Hobie groans by this constant work load. "Fucking Bruce."

The rest groan. "Hobie! Hobie! I'm so happy you made it!" The group turns to find Pavtri holding his girlfriend's hand having to pull her with him. She giggles seeing how happy her boyfriend is.

"Hey, bruv. Been awhile." Hobie greeted him, "Luv. Nice to meet you." He holds Gayatri's hand and kissed it being a gentlemen when he wants to.

"Hahaha, nice to meet you, Hobie! I'm a big fan of Spider-Band!" She said.

"Have you seen, my sweet Gayatri's work!" Pavtri asked the punker with stars in his eyes. "Huh! HUH?"

"Oh honey," The female artist giggles, "He's been in Miles' room the whole time. I won't lie, his work is so good." She holds her side shoulder bag, "He even customized my bag. See!"

Hobie's eyes widen at the bag seeing the painting with Sunflowers and cute characters. "What? How? Can he do custom works?"

"Yeah, he does. I gave him one of my fabric works." She giggles, "You really like it, huh? It's moving, right?"

"I need to check it out." Riri said, "First some wine!"

"Same!" Mattea nodded.

"More like a crush." Karl knows when his best friend has a crush, it's very rare but it's obvious to see.

Gayatri giggles, "Really! Awe, you know he's single and ready to mingle." She loves playing match maker, with stars in her eyes being excited. "Zero, can tell you, he's so ready for a new man in his life!"

Pavtri pouted at the punker with fake tears, "Hobie, you promised you would admire my darling flower! My Gayatri's beautiful work! She took these beautiful hands," he holds her dainty hands, "and created this!" He jumps over to an installation of a blue cut out thick papers handing by a thread to show an abstract figure in blue. "All the dates we had to miss!"

"I will we have all the time." Hobie tries to explained then he was yank by Pavtri being forced to look at all of Gayatri's work. He even explain each one of them in great detailed.

Hobie spotted the last work of Miles G. Morales, it's at the end of the gallery on its own with nothing else around. He wanted to go see it, but he had to make his way through Zero's work, too. He didn't mind Gayatri's and Zero's work, they are amazing artist, but something about Miles' work. It got him, he needs to see the last painting.

After going through all his well known friends and admiring Zero's work. He found Miguel O'Hara's daughter gasping at Miles' painting, "Papá! Did you see that painting with the mother and daughter! It's so cute! Does he do custom work?" She asked, "I want one of me and mamá!"

"Alright. Let's see if we can book one." Miguel happily said to his daughter, his whole grumpy mood toward Peter changed when it was his daughter.

Jess giggles, "That Miles Morales is making waves with his work, being new to this game. I'm impressed."

"Yeah, the kid is freakin' good. He actually got some peeps from LA looking at his work. That kid is going to places."

The owner of the gallery is a tall thing black man, "Alright, gather around." Everyone went to see the speech which Hobie cursed himself, he was so close to see the final painting.

He smiles happily, "I like to thank my wife, Jess for support. My good friend Aaron for helping pitch in. This beautiful gallery is meant to bring all young diverse artists to the art game. I hope you enjoyed Gayatri's amazing works focusing on the hardship of Indian American women identity and gender roles. Zero's beautiful installations on her poems and politics of today." The two women artists came up with a smiling widely. "Sadly Miles couldn't make it today but his work focus on the struggles of Black and Brown acceptance in America."

Hobie frowns, he was hoping to meet the artist. Gayatri made it seem he was around. How odd?

"They are the future for young Contemporary artists, we know the field mostly represents a certain group, so I hope to help them achieve their careers with this gallery." He holds his glass of champagne being happy.

Then, a man in black hood came walking past the group surrounding the artists and owner of the gallery. Jess' husband finished, "I hope you enjoy the rest of the opening."

Hobie spotted the black hoodie male carries a bucket of paint, then when the artists and owner moved away. "Hey, what is he doing?" Karl asked out loud spotting the figure.

The figure throws black paint on the final painting by Miles. Everyone gasps even the security was about to go over. "Oh my god! Why would he do that?"

Hobie's mouth dropped in shock, "What the fuck, bruv!" He shouted out loud in anger.

The figure grins widely seeing the security guards being stopped by the owner, he took out his bright yellow Spray paint, and wrote in messy dripping text, "Miles wazz here!" He put down his hoodie revealing his face.

Hobie's eyes widen at such a handsome young man; big honey brown doe eyes, wearing earrings, septum nose piercing, and a bright glowing face. His hair a tapered Afro with a fade. Wait, this is Miles? Miles G. Morales?

"Easy. Easy. He's an artist. This is his installation piece." The owner explained.

Miles let the painting dripped showing how the painting still revealed a bit. "I call this, 'I'ma do my own thing.'" He grins widely at the crowd.

Noir nodded giving a loud clap in approval. The rest of the crowd awed, by the piece looking beautiful with the add on drips and markings. Gwen shouted, "Holy shit, Miles!"

"Wow, amazing!" Pavtri claps like crazy being so excited, "I was filled with so many emotions!" Everyone went back to looking at other works.

Hobie finally got the chance took a look at the painting, "Ruining it, eh?" He saw Miles finished talking to Pavtri, who hugs him before leaving them.

"Is it ruin to you?" Miles stood with a grin, he wore an oversize black hoodie, some tight jeans and black and yellow Jordans.

"Nah, it's perfect. I believe chaos, luv." Hobie grins at him.

Miles giggles, "I bet, you known for that."

"So you heard of me?"

"I mean, who doesn't know Hobie Brown? The lead singer of Spider band." He giggles in amusement, "So, I heard you're gonna buy my works. I'm surprised. I thought my shit would be too much for a celebrity."

"Pfft, I'm a different kind, Sunflower." He sips his wine, "I always love works about black empowerment and to support a fellow one at that."

"Aye, gracias papí." Miles spoke Spanish.

"Ah, so you're Puerto Rican?"

"I'm half black and half Puerto Rican, my parents are over there." He chuckles seeing the punker looking over to find the same woman from the painting and a little girl.

"Ahh, inspiration?"

"They were the reason for my Sunflower series." The artist explained, "Honestly, I was so nervous for tonight because I'm a new comer and being with these amazing artists of New York- Ugh, I can't believe I'm here."

"That's why you doubted your work?"

"Pretty much." Miles admitted, "Funny, you're easy to talk to."

"I'm always listening, Sunflower." He leans over to get a closer look at the artist, "And I listen to the person I like."

Miles felt flustered then giggles, "Haha, funny."

"Oh yea? Gimme your number and let see if I'm playin?" He flirted with a deep voice. Miles didn't know what possess him to hand him his smartphone but he did. The Punker happily type his number into the phone and put his private social media too.

"Text me, Sunflower." He winks at the artist as he handed back his phone.

"Okay." Miles did the basic hey.

Hobie chuckles, "So soon? You really want me."

"No-no, I mean- awe man! I suck at this stuff." Miles pouts.

"Oh yeah? So you want me to be forward," The punker lift his chin up about to lean in, their lips close to almost touching, "Because I can."

"Eh?" MIles' honey brown eyes widen, he didn't think the punker would be this bold!

"NO! My big bro!" A little girl ruffling shoves Hobie away from her brother.

"Billie!" Miles saw his seven year old sister, "Awe, come here." Thank god, because he wasn't ready for a kiss like that. His face felt so warm.

Billie happily hugs her brother being picked up, "Yeah! Only I give kisses to mi hermano!" She kisses her brother's cheek. "Your painting of me and mamí esta may bueno, hermano!"

"Awe, thank you, Billie-boo."

Hobie only rub his nose then sniff. Damn, he almost got to taste him. Shame, but he does like it when they play hard to get. Licking his lips, his eyes yearn for the artist. Something in him wants him. Putting on his charming smiles, "So this is your little sister?"

"Yeah, I am Billie!" The little girl stated, "Who you are? You don't kiss my brother!"

"Sorry, she loves me too much." Miles giggles. "Billie, this is Hobie. He's a popular singer. Hobie this is Billie."

"Hmph," Billie pouted giving a look at the punker.

"She is small. What is she? four?"

"I'm seven years old!" Billie huffs, "I am a BIG GURL!" She hugs her brother around his neck.

"Eck, Billie. Not too tight." Miles almost choked. "Sorry, she was like this with my friends."

"No problem. I love lil sprogs." He chuckles lowly, "Also, how do I book for a custom painting?"

"Oh, on my social I have a link to my studio website and there's a form for custom orders. You really gonna buy another painting from me?"

"Of course." He saw his assistant near him, "Mindy, darling. Have you met the seller?"

"Yes, sir. They are willing to sell all five works." She said.

"Alright, add another one. A custom on from Miles' website." Hobie smirks widen when he saw how Miles' eyes widen.

"Alright, if you wish to purchase it now, we need to go to the owner and have it ready for shipping." Mindy hums.

"Very well."

"Also, we should be leaving soon. You have a recording session tomorrow." She hums.

"Alright. Alright." He winks at Miles being a show off, he lifts Miles' hands up to kiss it, "It was wonderful seeing you. I hope we can meet again... without me buying paintings- perhaps a date?"

Miles' face went super flustered by the punker. He never thought this famous singer would be so sweet, so charming, so damn cute! "Huh uh." That's all came out of his mouth.

Billie side eye at her brother seeing how shy he became. "Lil one, I hope you will protect your brother from untamed men." Hobie smiles at her before handing her a crumble hundred dollar bill.

"Aye, Ayi! Cap'n!" Billie nodded at the tip.

Miles said, "Wait, you don't have to-" Hobie shrugs, "She can buy whatever she wants with it. Anyway, I'll see you later."

"Oh... Okay. Bye Hobie." Miles hugs his baby sister tightly feeling so bashful, his heart fluttering.

The punker left with a large receipt of five expensive paintings. He wave his fellow friends goodbye.

In the limo, he had a big smile on his face thinking about his Sunflower. "Never see you this happy? You really like the artist, huh?"

He sighs lovingly, "Yeah... do you know where he lives? I want to send him some flower." He breath exhale on the cold window letting it fog up, then he drew a crappy sunflower.

"On it." She nodded.

-Present Day-

Hobie chilling outside enjoying his pool after his record session. His Smartphone vibrating, he looks to find Miles calling him. "Sunflower! Surprised you called, miss me?" He flirted removing his dark shades.

"Hobie, I think you send me too many flowers...." He said.

"Oh? Fifty bouquets didn't come to you?"

"Fifty? There's like one, two, three.... forty nine-" Miles stops hearing the door bell, "Never mind, fifty."

"Then you got them all. How about the gifts?"

"Hobie, you shouldn't have sent this- I- It's nice of you for-" Hobie waves it off, "Nah, it's fine. I got money and wanted to spend it on you, Sunflower. Now, that you called- How about a lunch date?"

"Huh? A date?"

"Yup." Hobie sips on his sparkling water.

"Ummm," Miles felt bashful again, "Sure... where-where?"

"I'll pick you up. I know a great place. Also, I might bring another bouquet for you." Hobie happily said.

Miles nodded, "Okay. Do i need to wear anything?"

"I prefer lingerie."

"Huh!"

"Joking. I'm joking, luv. Something you want to wear. Don't worry it's a chill spot."

"Alright, man." The artist bite his bottom lip, "I... I don't do sex on the first date, by the way...."

"Oh? I'm surprised you expected me too." The singer chuckles.

"No, I mean- I'm so sorry that's rude. I just have to always-" Hobie chuckles, "It's okay, luv. I promise I'll give you a kiss on the cheek."

"Just a kiss on the cheek." Now he sounded disappointed.

"Or you want on the mouth with tongue?"

Miles never felt so embarrassed, "Your a jerk, Hobie Brown."

"You seem to like it." He laughs.

"I do actually." His pouty lip more enhance as he listens to Hobie's voice. Something about this punker got him thinking about him. He had a beautiful dream with him and it feels like he known him. Its weird.

"Then, I'll pick you up soon. See you later, Sunflower."

"See you, Hobie." Miles hears him hung up, then he hung up. The artist never felt like this. Touching his lips feeling the cracks of his dry skin, "I need to moisturized! Lip scrub! Look good for him!" He rushes over to the bathroom to get ready.

A special bond formed between the artist and the singer.

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