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Hello sweetie, hoping you're doing well! What about bully punk Miguel and nerd pastel girl reader at college? (Miguel with 23 and reader with 21) Like reader was ugly and will have a glow up thanks to MJ and now Miguel tries to have her attention, they have a date and sweet and fluff smut!! (reader is virgin uwu) I'll let to you the creativity

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hello sweetheart you absolute DARLING i genuinely could be better but i hope ur doing great. i want to apologize for taking so long but i want u to know when i saw this i just about melted bc punk miguel is one of my guilty pleasures i adore him so much. this ask made me want to evolve it into a series i had like several different ways to make this but ahhhh i hope it's alright

Punk!Miguel x Pastel!Reader, Fluff and Smut, Word Count: 8,875 Art by: beawoodward on artstation !

You knew you weren’t the most appealing girl out there. You weren’t about to delude yourself otherwise. You knew what people said about you, how they looked at you. Your face could’ve been worse. Maybe some bushy eyebrows? You dressed…maybe a little different than most people. While the world was covered in grays and black, you opted out by showering yourself in the cutest pastel colors. You didn’t keep up with the trends and instead followed whatever you thought looked alright. It often led to some mismatching and awkward outfits but you didn’t think so! You entered campus with a light blue and pink striped pants with a pink belt and a baby blue sweater. Two low braids tied with white ribbons at the end and your white framed glasses on the bridge of your nose. Skincare was confusing to you so all you really did was wash your face with a harsh cleanser and hoped for the best which gave you some acne instead–making you pop them and leave some scars. You tried makeup but it just looked cakey so you settled with a messy and often uneven eyeliner. Regardless of your outfit, whether in a skirt or in pants, you were always decked out in some bright pastel colors and hair done in the same two braids. You held yourself close while walking around the halls, already used to people staring and calling you names from high school. College was a little more merciful, the whispers being just as loud but at least they’d never bully you to your face. You win some, you lose some. Your self-esteem had been damaged to the point of no return anyway, so any attempts of trying to prove you’re worth something would just be a pipe dream in your eyes. That’s why you push your glasses up and cling to your shoulder bag tightly in your fist as you pass by the usual group of boys to get to the front seat of your class. Your human biology class door was opened at the back so you’d have to pass the back seats to sit at the front. As usual, the group of boys were basically monochrome except for the little specks of red or blue if they ever decided to add color. But what was most noticeable about them was the so-called leader of said group. Unofficial–official– leader Miguel O’Hara, the senior who decided to take general education classes in his last year before graduating. His usual confident and toothy grin was on display, silver spider bites that his, also pierced, tongue would often play with. His big and heavy platform boots would rest on the chair beside him while his left elbow rested on the table, his hand combing through his long brown hair–shaved at the sides, mind you. He made sure to push his fringe back so everyone could see his double eyebrow and nostril piercing. Miguel’s hands were decorated with rings, big and small and his nails were short and painted black with some of it chipping off. His usual leather jacket with pins and patches, stretched and tight from his muscular build, was accompanied by a low red tank top with a spider symbol on the front. Black skinny jeans and a spiked belt that did little to actually keep his pants in place since the black and red band of his boxers were showing.

He listened mindlessly to his group of friends as they talked with each other, his fingers switching between playing with the dangling earring on his earlobe to his industrial bar. His crimson eyes glanced up when he saw you in your uncomfortably bright and awkward fashion sense. His friend tapped his shoulder and jutted his chin out to you before whispering something in Miguel’s ear that made him shove him away with a smile. Then they both laughed as quietly as possible, chuckling at what you decided to wear today: light blue overall shorts and a pastel yellow undershirt with white knee high stockings and white sneakers, your usual white ribbons at the end of your braids.

You usually sat alone at the front, placing your earbuds in to listen to music while you waited for the professor. Despite being at the front, you could still hear some faint chuckling and words being whispered from Miguel's group.

Still, you held your head up, taking out your notebook and expensive textbook. Clicking your pen, you began some light note taking before class started.

You sighed as you entered back in your dorm, dumping your bag at the door and kicking off your shoes. You faceplated down onto your bed while your roommate MJ looked over at you sympathetically.

You turn your head, cheek squished against the mattress. “I know that beauty is subjective and I'm not supposed to earn validation from anybody else but…” You sit up and rest on your legs, hands wringing in your hands with furrowed eyebrows.

“But…I want to feel pretty.” You admit softly, ashamed since you felt like you were betraying yourself.

MJ's smile grows and she eagerly jumps from her bed to kneel at your bedside. She takes your hands in hers and squeezes them reassuringly.

“You are pretty,” She insists. “But if you really want help, I can.” MJ tilts your head to look at her, a soft smile on her face.

You nod. “I do. I just want to know how to look like you.”

MJ shakes her head. “No. No, you already have your own beauty.” She places a hand on her chest. “I meant that I can help enhance it. No change to your core is necessary.” She pokes at your chest playfully and you both giggle together.

“You sure?”

“Positive.”

You take a moment to look at her. MJ really was perfect–shiny straight red hair, clear skin that was painted with freckles and a winning white smile. You hoped she could work some magic on you.

“Okay.”

Your transformation didn't happen overnight. It took at least a few weeks for it all to come together.

MJ had dragged you to salons to get your hair properly taken care of. Gotten your eyebrows plucked, eyelashes lifted, an effective skincare routine–that you struggled to drill into your regular schedule–and a new wardrobe that still held your pastel look, just a little more flattering. She even helped you get some contact lenses so you wouldn’t need your glasses all the time! To tie it all together, you two spent nights practicing how to do your makeup that wouldn't look so wobbly and uneven. Each day, you improved yourself. Your tacky overalls changed into fitted jeans or flowy skirts. Your baggy shirts were now cute tops that hugged each curve. Tennis shoes into heels or cute sneakers and your hair came to life with a beautiful shine; your white ribbon still in your hair.

One day, you entered class like normal. Except there were very few whispers this time, almost nonexistent. Still, you don’t let it get to you and continue like normal–walking to the front of the class and sitting in your usual spot. What wasn’t normal was a figure coming up beside you and pulling out the chair next to you. Miguel slipped beside you in front of the class, tilting his head as he stared at your side profile. You tried not to react but you subconsciously glanced at him from the corner of your eye.

“Hey.” He smirked, his eyebrow raising and his lips curling.

“Hello.” You murmured back, opening your notebook to the next blank page.

“New look?” He asked, using his hand to brush your hair back off your shoulder and you stiffened. He noticed you still had the white ribbon at the back of your head. Miguel’s eyes glanced back down at your body. Nicely fitted flare baby blue jeans, a cute pastel green heart belt with a crop top white sweater.

“Looks good.” He purred. You held your blue bunny pen in your hand tightly, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. You didn’t understand why he was speaking to you. He hadn’t before–other than laugh at you–so what gives?

“Thanks.” You say curtly. Miguel places a hand over her heart in feign hurt.

“Don’t be like that, nena. You look so cute, I didn’t expect you to be so cold.” He teased. He crossed his arms and rested his head on them to look up at you while you wrote the rest of your notes down before class started. Miguel watched as your false eyelashes fluttered, making your eyes look bigger. The subtle blush on your cheeks and the concealer that hid most of your past acne. He could still see some of the scars which makes him huff a small laugh at how cute it kinda looks. Your lips were more plump than he remembered–a soft pink to them. He lifts his arm up to rest his cheek on his fist, his eyes still on you. “How about I take you out?” Your pen slips and leaves a slash right down your notes. “What?” “A date. Does that sound good?” You don’t look up, instead focusing on your task at hand. “No. Can you please just leave me alone?” Miguel doesn’t say anything else but you hear the chair he sat on scrape across the floor as he gets up abruptly. You hear the laughter of his friends behind you and Miguel snapping at them. Your shoulders hunch over–the natural instinct to hide from embarrassment overcoming you again.

Every week, in the same class, Miguel would try again and again and again to ask you out. Each time, you would decline. It had gotten bad enough where he changed his seat to move beside you, offering his help when he saw you were confused and overall just trying to get on your good side. You wanted to be strong, truly you did, but it was becoming too much. When Miguel had asked again, you sighed loudly and faced him. “If I say yes will you leave me alone?” Miguel broke into a wide smile. Once you finally agreed to a date with him, you truly weren’t expecting anything good. So you stood by the place Miguel wanted you to meet him at: a local diner that was pleasantly pretty looking from the outside. Still, due to your past experiences of being ghosted and stood up, you watched the time on your phone. You decided that you wouldn’t wait more than fifteen minutes max.

To your surprise, you didn’t have to wait at all. You heard Miguel call your name from your left, his lips curled into a confident smile. Subconsciously, you eyed him up and down. He had baggy black cargo pants, accompanied with chains on his right side. A DIY-ed t-shirt that was sprayed painted over many many times. Of course, his iconic leather jacket was littered with various pins and patches. When he was close enough, you saw just a bit of eyeliner surrounding his eyes; and a new septum piercing. For the people passing by, it was quite a sight to see. Compared to Miguel’s dark but proud aura, you emanated a more sweet and bright vibe. MJ had helped you pick out an outfit, excited that you approached her with the dilemma of going on a date. You wore a sheer baby blue crop top cardigan with a simple white tank top underneath. A slightly darker blue pleated skirt with white thigh high stockings and ankle strap baby blue platform pumps. You held a small purse in your hands and looked up at him through your lashes. Your hair was pinned in a half up and half down hairstyle; your white ribbon at the back of your head. You thought it was a bit much, but MJ assured you that it was just enough. “Te ves muy hermosa.” Miguel speaks up, a grin on his lips. “All for me?” He teases with a tilt of his head. A piece of his fringe falling over his forehead. “Oh, please.” You look off to the side, ignoring the flutter in your chest when called beautiful. Miguel doesn’t take it to heart, instead going past you to open the door of the diner. He dramatically takes a bow, his arm ushering you inside. The theatrics make the corner of your lips quirk up and you enter inside, nodding to Miguel. You turn your head around to see the inside, wooden chairs and tables, a jukebox at the back with a shiny bar. “This way.” You stiffen when you feel Miguel’s breath by your ear. Before you could turn, he places his hand on your lower back and leads you to a booth by the window. He sits across from you, menus at the ready on the table. “You know, I used to come to this place all the time.” Miguel says, his eyes scanning the different options. “Used to be a hangout spot for me and the others in high school. College took up my time so it’s a pain in the ass not being able to visit more.” You glance up at him, shuffling in your seat. It felt a little weird to have him speak to you like this, as if he wasn’t teasing you a few months ago.

Luckily, a waitress comes up before you two with a notepad in hand. “Oh! A pretty girl! Didn’t know you were back in the dating scene.” She cackles to herself and pushes her glasses up. Miguel groans and rolls his eyes. “I thought you didn’t work Fridays, Lyla.” “Margo couldn’t make it, I needed extra hours–and now a bonus– I get to embarrass you. Everybody wins! Except you maybe. Waddaya want?” Lyla rests on one foot, her grin plastered on her face. Miguel’s smile was long gone, now snapping his order at his friend. You watched with an amused smile. They bantered like siblings. But what she said piqued your interest. He hadn’t gone around dating? You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard Miguel call your name. His eyes were uncharacteristically soft. “Do you need another minute?” He asks. You stumble over your words and feel your cheeks burn. “No-no, uhm…” You look down at your menu and pick the first thing you see. “The, uh, chicken fajitas, please?” Lyla meets you with a smile and collects your menu. “Of course, darling.” She turns to take Miguel’s menu. “Couldn’t you have taken her to a nicer place? She’s all dolled up.” Lyla sticks her tongue out at him and walks away while Miguel’s cheeks burn red. Instead of facing you, he looks down at his hands and he picks at his black nail polish.

For once, Miguel had stayed silent. If you didn’t know any better, you would think he looked a little ashamed? Embarrassed? You could see him moving his spider bites nervously as he stares at anything besides you, his cheeks still tinged red. You pat your skirt awkwardly and clear your throat. “The…I like the diner. It’s got one of those retro vibes to it. It’s cool.” You give a small encouraging smile. For some strange reason, you thought his quietness didn’t suit him. Miguel’s eyes dart to yours and then at the window. “You think?” His hand reaches up to play with his dangling earring. It was almost cute. Just a bit. You chuckle softly. “Yeah, I mean. It’s like being in one of those time machines.” Miguel smiles. “Time machines? I think a time machine would look cooler than this dump.” You playfully smack his hand across the table. “Didn’t you say you used to come here years ago? Don’t call it a dump.” You fold your arms on your chest. You didn’t know this, but Miguel in that moment felt the tension he didn’t realize he had fell off his shoulders. “Eh, it’s a little bit of a dump.” He leans back and stretches his arm on the backseat. “But it’s like you said: a little retro.” Lyla returns with two glasses of water. “One for the cutie,” she places one on your side, giving you a wink. “And then Miguel.” She unenthusiastically hands Miguel the cup.

Miguel frowns at Lyla, a familiar bubble of jealousy brewing in his chest. “Lyla.” He warns. “What?” She stretches out the word. “Just being a good hostess.” She huffs with a pout and walks away. You giggle to yourself and Miguel notices. He’s quick to speak. “Ignore her. She’s always trying to be annoying.” He didn’t like the way Lyla was buttering you up, even if it was just a joke. He wanted you to smile at him like that. “It’s funny. I never thought I’d see you looking so bothered. How do you know her?” You smile and take a sip from your water. Miguel scratches the back of his head. “Middle school. We were in the robotics club.” You blink. “Robotics club? Really?” “Why’re you so surprised? What? A guy like me can’t be into things like that?” He smirks, placing his arms on the table and his pins rattle as he moves. “Well…kind of?” You smile weakly and laugh when Miguel pretends to be hit. “No, but seriously, robotics isn’t what I expected from you.” “Well, it was middle school. I’ve grown up into a man. This time I’ve taken an interest in being a geneticist.” He rests his head on his hand. “Don’t judge a book by its cover, nena.” He teases but you pause. That phrase is a little ironic for him to say, you thought to yourself. Shaking off that feeling, you continued to chat with Miguel. Talking about your interests, past, future and current studies. All while Miguel would try to sneak little touches, whether it be his boot tapping your heel or his hand brushing against yours when handing you a bottle of ketchup. After spending enough time at the diner, the sun was beginning to set. Before you left, Lyla convinced you to convince Miguel to give her a big tip and told you she hopes to see you again in different circumstances. Miguel holds the door open for you again and the bell dings your departure from the diner. His fingertips gently brush against yours, catching your attention.

“There’s…there’s this other place I wanna show you.” He bites his lip, peeling off the skin. His index finger loosely wraps around your pinky. “Sure…” You say hesitantly. He notices your hesitance. “It’s nearby. Just for a little bit and I’ll take you home.” The wind breezes through, giving you a glimpse of the cool air that will befall once nighttime arrives. You shiver and tuck into yourself to hide from the wind. Miguel takes off his jacket and slips it around you. Feeling the heavy material on your shoulders, you look up at him and feel the warmth go around your torso. Miguel’s eyes are focused on making sure it’s snug as it can be. It’s so large that it ends around your midthigh. He takes your little purse and pops the collar of his jacket up. “Put your arms through the sleeves so it doesn’t fall.” You blink and do as he says with a flustered expression. While shuffling your arms through the holes, you try not to glance over at him. His t-shirt was cut at the sleeves that showed off his toned arms. Despite the cold approaching, he seemed to be relaxed as he watched you, making sure you stayed warm. “Good?” He asked. Your fingers barely poked out, his jacket covering most of your outfit. And it was warm. It smelled like him.

With a satisfied smile, he slyly takes your hand in his and leads you away. You try not to focus too hard on the way his hand engulfs yours. After following Miguel in twists and turns, you eventually walk up a hill and at the very top stood a single bench with a view of the entirety of Nueva York. Your eyes widened and you let go of his hand to approach near the ledge, placing your hands on the railing. The lights of the city illuminated the night sky and acted as stars. You saw them twinkle along with hover cars that zoomed past you. “This is…” “Where I planned to take you another day. But Lyla pissed me off and I wanted to prove that I could take you somewhere nice.” He comes behind you and slings an arm around your waist. You look up at him with an amused smile. “Did you really take that to heart?” Miguel pouts his lips, his eyes looking off to the side. “I couldn’t let her make me look stupid in front of you.” You laugh, using the sleeves of his jacket to cover your smile. Miguel sees and he has a faint smile of his own on his face. He leads you back to the bench where you two sit in quiet comfortable silence after an afternoon of learning about one another. As you look over at the city with him, you couldn’t help but notice the nagging feeling in your chest. This was a date. A date that only happened because you changed yourself. A date with the person who laughed at you.

“Hey, Miguel?” You speak up quietly. He hums and looks over at you. “I…I don’t want you to be nice to me just because I got a little…prettier.” Miguel looks down at you with a frown. He stuffs his hands in his pockets while he looks back at the skyline. He says your name softly to grab your attention. “I’m not being nice just because you’re pretty.” You scrunch your eyebrows and scoff. “Yeah, I’m sure all those times you laughed at me was just you being a charmer.” “Laugh at you?” He raises his eyebrows and you look away. “Nena, I wasn’t laughing at you.” “Don’t lie to me, Miguel. I’m used to it. No use in sparing my feelings.” You sigh. “But I wasn’t,” He insists. He wants to reach for your hand, to touch you but he stops himself. “Really, I was…admiring you.” You roll your eyes. “Now you’re really being a jerk. There was nothing to admire when I looked…stupid and ugly.” “You did not.” He turned you to face him by turning your chin softly. “So you’re saying the way I looked before wasn’t stupid?” You glare at him but Miguel can’t find it in him to take it badly. “You were cute. The way you dressed and looked, it was awkward–sure–but it was adorable.” He chuckles but your frown deepens, feeling the tears bubble up in your eyes as you turn away from him. Miguel calls your name again. “I’m the last person to judge anyone for how they dress. Look at me.” Miguel flicks his multiple ear piercings, pulls on his snake bites, stretches his tattered and ruined t-shirt and slams his dirty platform boots to the ground. “A freak. You were just a cuter version.” “Then why did you talk to me now?” You murmur.

“Because you suddenly changed. I wanted to know what was up.” “And…the sudden date?” “Your transformation gave me the courage to speak to you. It was my chance–an excuse to talk to you.” Miguel says softly. “Though you did reject me twelve times. I was starting to lose hope.” “It was not twelve times.” “It felt like twelve times.” “...You have to admit that I’m…much more appealing now than I was before.” Miguel sighs. “Nena, the only thing different about you is clear skin and some clothes. Everything else is still you. You were pretty underneath, you just enhanced it. At your core, you’re still you. Bright and colorful.” He bumps your shoulder. You smile shyly and look in your lap. “MJ said something similar.” “MJ?” “My roommate. She helped me with, y’know, everything.” It was still hard to believe. Over two decades of being told otherwise was not going to go away by a single conversation but it still warmed your heart to hear something positive about you for once. You don’t say anything else and Miguel takes his chance to wrap his arm around you, bringing you to his chest. With flushed cheeks, you look out into the open where the skyline is feeling at peace and just a little pretty.

You two had arrived at your dorm and you faced Miguel shyly. Your eyes looked at the ground as you felt your cheeks heat up. “This is my place.” You state and Miguel chuckles, the sound of it sending your heart pumping. “I see that.” He says, taking a step toward you which makes you take a step back. “I had fun.” You whisper softly, your eyes landing on his chest. You see Miguel’s hand lift up to your chin and make you look into his eyes. Your cheeks burn since he keeps his hand on your chin to make sure you wouldn’t look away. “Me too.” He murmured, his red eyes looking like they turned a darker shade when he glanced at your lips. He takes another step towards you and you take another step back. You feel your head hit the door and realize you’re now trapped between it and him.

You hold your breath and can only feel the pounding of your heart in your chest and Miguel’s calloused fingers holding you still. Miguel then uses his other hand to hold your hip, his thumb trying to slide under your tank top. Your hands raise up to hold onto his biceps, shivering when your skin meets his. He was warm. “I…kind of don’t want this to end.” You admit softly. Miguel’s grin grows wider, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek which makes you weak in the knees. “Then it doesn’t have to, muñequita.” His hand leaves your chin to cup your cheek. He glances up above your head. “Your roommate home?” He asks. Your eyes never leave his face, your pupils dilating and a weird feeling starting to brew in your stomach. “No,” You squeak out and he looks back down at you. “She’s–She’s, um, out with her boyfriend.” Miguel hums, another glance to your lips. “Then…will you invite me inside?” He asks, leaning down so his lips just barely graze yours. Not quite a kiss yet. Your breath hitches and you nod a few times before speaking. “Mhm, okay.” You reach your hand behind you to grab the doorknob and twist it open. You stumble backwards but Miguel quickly wraps his arm that was on your hip around your waist. He then makes you walk backwards while he could shut the door behind him. You had your arms around his neck and looked up with wide eyes and a fast paced heartbeat. Miguel huffs out a chuckle. “You okay?” “Mhm!” You squeak. He squints down at you in playful suspicion but brushes it off. He bends down to where his lips brush yours again and finally dips low enough to kiss you. Your first shared kiss. You stumble with how to kiss, especially when the other person has piercings, but with someone like Miguel, you quickly learn and get the hang of it. Soft kissing noises sound between the small space of you two and he gradually moves from your lips to your cheek and down your neck. His arms around your waist tug you closer, bending you back and he moves you further back to where your calves hit the mattress of your bed. One hand rises up to pull his leather jacket off your shoulder, gently nibbling across your skin before reverting back to your throat. With his lips on your neck, Miguel could feel your pulse going wild, heartbeat going crazy each second. He decides to check in. “You okay?” he murmurs with a smile, his lips finding yours again for quick kisses. “Yeah, yeah, I’ve just–” kiss “Just–” kiss “Y’know, never–” kiss, kiss “Done this before.” He pauses, stiffening before he pulls back. “Wait. Are you saying this would be your first time…having sex?” Your heart sinks. That was bad wasn’t it? “No, it’s not bad.” Miguel shakes his head. You didn’t realize you voiced your concerns. “I’m just surprised, is all. Usually people have done it already.” You look away from him, visibly uncomfortable that he’s lowkey making fun of you. Miguel realizes the damage and quickly tries to fix it. “But there’s nothing wrong with it, nena! I didn’t mean–” He sighs, scratching the back of his neck. He looks around your dorm room. Your side is filled with cute things like plushies and fluffy blankets–a strawberry duvet all in the same hue of pastels.

“Look. We don’t have to do anything. I don’t…want to make it seem like I’m only here for that.” He shrugs his leather jacket back on your shoulder. “Because I do like you, nena. I’m willing to wait or if you never want it then it’s whatever. I just would really like a second date at least. Maybe at a nicer place like what Lyla said. Maybe I could clean myself up.” He gives you a weary smile. You stare at his hands that hold onto the zipper part of his leather jacket. For a while, you don’t say anything. “What if I don’t want to wait.” You mumble. You look up with some determination on your face. “I…I want to. With you.” Miguel takes his hands off you. “Wh–Are…are you sure?” You slip his jacket off you and let it fall to the side, stripping off the first piece of clothing from yourself. Your mouth is tight, heart hammering in your chest and cheeks feeling that familiar prick of heat up your neck but you’re sure of yourself. You want this. Miguel rakes his eyes up and down your body as you stand before him. “Alright.” He breathes out, undeniably attracted to you at this moment. “But this will all be at your pace, okay? I’ll make you feel good.” He purrs resting his hands at your hips and your facade crumbles slowly and you get shy again. He sits you down on your bed and he kneels before you, his hands on your thighs. He takes your right foot in his hands and carefully unbuckles the ankle strap of your pumps and slides it off. You cover your mouth, heart pounding at the intimate yet innocent act of him taking off your heels. He does the same with your other heel and sets it to the side.

Miguel then looks up at you from his lashes, his confident ones meeting your bashful ones. Taking your right leg again, he slips your thigh high stocking off you and does the same for your other leg. He places his hands on your knees and slowly spreads your legs apart to give you time to stop him. You don’t. “Come closer, mami.” He murmurs, sliding his hands up to grip the flesh of your thighs. You let out a weak mewl and scoot closer to the edge of your bed. Miguel bunches your skirt up, groaning and feeling his cock twitch in his pants when his eyes land on your pastel pink panties, a sweet little bow in the middle like you were a present for him. “Tan bella,” He murmurs, unable to hide the utter desire he has for you. You cover your face in embarrassment as he spreads your legs wider. His lips graze over your thighs, pressing kisses as he makes his way up. You feel your heart skip a beat everytime you feel his warm breath. Your hands clutch your strawberry sheets and he notices.

“You can hold onto me, mami.” He purrs and you swallow the lump in your throat.

“Wha…how do I..?” You feel stupid, your hands raising up and unsure of where exactly to put them. Miguel takes your hands and places him in his hair. His fingers curl around yours so you could grip onto his strands.

Feeling your face burn, the sight of you holding onto him while his eyes bore into yours. You instinctively clench your fists, his hair being tugged on in the process which makes him groan and close in his eyes. He likes a bit of pain, it seems

Miguel's hands return to your thighs, wrapping his arms underneath to tug you closer to his awaiting mouth and to keep your legs apart. “Hips up, mama.” He purrs and you do as he says, making him slip your panties off.

He discards them off to the side and delves between your thighs. His nose nudges your nub and you gasp, pursing your lips and gripping tighter on his hair.

“Miguel!” You whimper and he hums in response. You feel the metal ball of his tongue piercing curl inside you–it was strangely pleasurable. You didn’t expect it to feel so good. You rest on one hand behind you, the other still planted in his hair as you bucked forward on his tongue. Miguel the munch that he is, grins against your folds and licks a long stripe up before spitting and devouring your sweet nectar again. You felt the sudden slimy wetness hit your nerves and you yelped in surprise. Just as quick, you fall into submission when his skilled tongue swirled in little number eights. Your eyes were closed shut, your hand pulling Miguel closer to which he obliged. He then surprises you by sticking one of his thick fingers inside you. “Oh my…god.” You moan, your body growing hot and sweaty underneath all your clothing. “Miguel…” Miguel’s mouth moves in rhythm, his lips kissing your pussy as he drinks whatever your sweet cunt offers him. He could stay like this forever, cleaning your mess up and licking you for all eternity. His rings nudge your folds, the metal a stark contrast from his rough fingers. He pumps a second finger inside and it’s a bit of a stretch that feels good enough for you to thrust harder. “Mmm, yes…oh, I’m so close…” You mumble to yourself, chest heaving as you come closer and closer to climax. Unexpectedly, Miguel pulls away from between your legs. The pleasure being ripped from you and you struggle to lift your head as he pulls off you. The look in his eyes is different. More lustful, more hungry.

“If you’re gonna cum, I want you cumming around my cock.” He groans and wipes his lips with the back of his hand. Miguel stands up and gets into bed with you, shoving his platform shoes and pants off. While he gets on top, you rest back into your bed and your eyes become big and wide–darting between his face and between his legs. “Is it–will it hurt?” You bring your hands to your chest, clutching the fabric of your tank top. Miguel lifts your chin up to him. His eyes are kind and soft. “It’s not supposed to. I’ll make sure it won’t.” He grabs the waistband of your skirt and tugs it off your legs, throwing it with the other forgotten clothes. His hands make his way up your body, helping you remove the sheer cardigan and sliding your tank top up and over your head. Miguel chuckles at the heart patterned bra you wore. He leans over to kiss your neck and you sigh. The feeling of his lips sucking and tongue licking you was surprisingly pleasurable. Instinctively, your reach around his shoulders to hold onto him, your back arching to be chest to chest with him. Miguel’s hands go under your back, holding you up while he quickly unclasps the bra. Feeling the loss of your support, you whine but Miguel kisses you before you become louder. He places you back down on your back and finally removes the last piece of clothing. Miguel admires you from above, his hands at your waist, rubbing up and down your sides as he feels your curves. “Perfecta. Eres mucha mujer.” He whispers while trailing his lips along your collarbone. You whimper, feeling your cheeks burn and grow hot to the touch. His breath ghosts over your breasts and he stares up at you maintaining eye contact. Miguel notices something in your hair; your white ribbon, still tied in your messy hair. His heart swells and smiles, reaching up to brush your hair away.

He kisses down the valley of your breasts and around your nipple. He glances up at you every so often to make sure you’re not feeling any sort of discomfort. He can feel your heart pounding underneath his palm. Miguel wraps his lips around your nipple and sucks softly. You gasp and hold your breath for a moment while his cold tongue piercing swirled around your nipple, his spider bites and nose piercing pressed against the softness of your tits. You stare up at the ceiling as the warmth in your body flooded down to your core. “Oh! M..Miguel…” You whined, your hands curling in his hair where you felt most comfortable. Miguel flicks his finger around your other nipple, pulling and bullying it until it becomes erect and perky. Even then, he twists it and gropes your tit in time with his sucking and biting. Your hips buck up, feeling your pussy throbbing uncomfortably. When you hit his bulge, Miguel moaned and grinded himself to your soaked pussy in soft circles. Your juices left a stain on his boxers in your desperate attempts at relief. He lets go of your tits–leaving a small bite mark– and continues to kiss down your body. “Gracias a Dios por mandarme esta belleza.” He murmurs, digging his hands into the plush of your hips when he raises your thighs up. Suddenly, he stops and lets go of you. “Shit, shit, fuck–hold on.” He mumbles and gets off you. You feel cold and watch as he gets off the bed and picks up his pants from the floor and searches through his pockets. “Did I…do something?” You ask, worried you might’ve done something that made Miguel regret touching you. He shakes his head. “No, no–just–ah, there it is…” He chuckles to himself after finding his wallet and pulling out a small square packet. He pushes his fringe back with one hand as he gets back into bed. Miguel shuffles down his boxers after putting the packet between his teeth. “I’ll get you pregnant some other time.” “What?” “What?” You close your mouth and hear ringing in your ears. You were sure that steam would be coming out of your head at this point–your mind felt like mush with how easily flustered he made you. Miguel looks down at you and huffs a small laugh, letting you know he was joking. Maybe. Hopefully.

His cock springs free once his boxers are off and he groans when it slaps his stomach, leaving a bead of his precum on his tip. Your eyes shamelessly stare at him. You were by no means an expert when it came to sex but you grew both worried and aroused at how massive he was. “There is…no way it’s gonna fit.” Miguel rips the plastic with his teeth and rolls the condom on his dick to the base. For a moment, you’re disappointed that he added protection. Just for a moment, though. He breathes out and gives soft strokes to his shaft while looking at you from beneath him. He feels his cock pulse and throb, growing harder by the second just by the sight of your perfectly sculpted naked body. He thought you were divine. Placing his hands on either side of your head, he leans down to kiss you as if trying to ease your worries. “It’ll fit, I promise. It’ll feel so good, too.” He whispers, his lips brushing against yours. “I’ll go slow.” He takes one hand to lift your thigh up just enough to give him space to rub his cock between your wet folds. “Miguel…!” You gasp while you feel just how hard he was. He shushes you. “I know, nena. Look what you do to me. Feel what you did to me.” He buries himself in your neck, nipping at your skin and you tilt your head back. More of your arousal soaks his cock, creating wet sounds while you grind on each other and Miguel shudders. He bites into your shoulder and fights against his instinct to shove his cock inside and fuck you into your own mattress. Miguel kisses the spot he bit, his breathing labored and heavy. “Tell me if it hurts, mama, okay?” You nod, your eyes screwed shut. “Uh-huh…” Slowly, Miguel looks down and makes sure his tip splits your folds apart as he enters inside you. Your breath hitches and you tighten your arms around his neck. “Miguel!” You whine while he penetrates you. He kisses your temple and stops when only his tip is inside you.

“You’re doing great, nena. No te preocupes, lo estás haciendo bien.” He reassures you with a shaky voice. It’s clear he’s holding back. You whimper apologies and Miguel kisses across your cheeks to try and return your focus on him instead of the new stretch you’re feeling. He praises you in a mix of Spanish and English–ones you can barely hear. He moves his hand down between your legs and gently rubs your clit with your thumb in hopes of loosening you up. With the added stimulation, you moan and hide in his neck with your eyes shut. You weakly thrust up, feeling a bit of relief and allowing Miguel to push further in. “Good, good,” He purrs. “Just like that, mama. Just let me in.” He groans and hisses when you clench around him. Miguel’s thumb switches between a fast and slow pace, sliding in his cock easily until you cry out and dig your nails into his skin, leaving small crescent shapes. “Stop, stop–” You whimper. “I’ll pull out–It’s okay–” “No!” You keep him close to you. “No, I just–I need a minute.” You sniffle, your body slowly adjusting around his girth. Miguel nods and pulls back enough to meet your eyes. “Okay. Okay, whatever you need. At your pace, remember?” He rests his forehead against yours. You open your eyes to see his cheeks flushed, a bit of sweat running down his temple and he shakes with every breath. Despite his current state of desire, he’s putting you first–he’s putting your comfort first. “Thank you.” You whine softly. Miguel huffs, leaning down to kiss the corner of your eyes. “Don’t thank me for that, nena. Never.” Miguel continues to pamper you with kisses, murmuring about how beautiful you are, how well you’re taking him, how he can’t get enough of you. He nuzzles into your neck, rolling lazily over your clit and does gentle thrusts of whatever you were able to handle. After a few moments, you grab his attention by running your hands through his hair, fingernails scratching over his shaved parts. “Okay…more, please.” He lifts himself up and holds your hips with both his hands. His thumbs caress your hip bones as he pushes himself deeper. You moan and tilt your head back, biting your lip as the combination of pain and pleasure hits your stomach and through every nerve in your body. It felt like forever until he reached the hilt, the light smack of his balls hitting your pussy. Miguel smiles. “Good girl,” he licks his lips. “Mirame.” Your head tilts back down to see both of you finally connected. “Holy shit…” You whisper, the sight making you clench. Miguel moans and grips your hips tighter, his head falling forward as he takes a deep breath. “Fuck, don’t tighten around me like that.” “Sorry!” You squeak and he chuckles. He raises his head back up, hair falling in front of his face and a lazy smile on his face that shows his fangs–his piercings glinting in the dim moonlight. “Don’t be. It’s just, you feel so fucking good–you’ll make me cum.”

You cover your face and resist the urge to scream. The heat emanating from your face made you sweaty. Miguel takes your wrists and pins them to the side of your head. He cocks a pierced eyebrow up with a smirk. It softens when he sees just how flushed your expression is. “‘m gonna move, okay?” You gulp and give him the green light. Miguel looks down and slowly pulls out, watching your slick drench his condom covered cock. “Jesus…” He groans under his breath. He looks back up to see if there’s any sign of discomfort on your end but he’s met with your eyes glued between your legs as well. Your eyebrows are scrunched up in pleasure, mouth agape with shallow breaths while you watch him slowly ease out of you. Miguel’s eyes darken with lust and he pushes back in once his tip was kissing your heat. He watches as you roll your head back, your eyes rolling behind your skull when you felt his cock filling you up again. “Oh my God…” You moan. “Miguel…” Miguel’s heart jumps and his hands tighten around your wrists. Still, he’s careful. For a few minutes, Miguel continues his slow thrusting. He pulls out sweet moans and whimpers from you, getting you used to his massive size and stretching your cunt out to the shape of him. His tip nudges against your cervix and you jump which makes him grin. After those few minutes, you began writhing underneath him. The pain had subsided and now this soft stroking was sweet but it wasn’t doing anything for you anymore. Your hands clenched and unclenched into fists.

“Miguel, Mig–more,” You begged. “Faster.” “You sure?” He slows to a stop and you furrow your eyebrows in annoyance which he doesn’t notice. He’s about to ask again after your lack of response when you lock your ankles around his waist, shoving him back inside you. You and Miguel moan in unison, Miguel nearly falling on top of you if he didn’t catch himself by resting on his elbows by your head. His breath fanned your face and he looked down into your eyes with a heavy blush. “More.” You moan and Miguel quickly goes to work. He leans on one elbow and places his other hand down to your hip to start picking up his pace. Miguel attaches his lips to your chest, biting the plump flesh of your tits before taking your nipple in his mouth once again. Your hands go around his back, your nails raking down his spine that leave red streaks. He pushes himself further against you, folding you in half while he increases his speed, abusing your pussy by slamming his cock in and out of you. Your squealing and moaning becomes music to Miguel’s ears. He groans and licks his tongue around your nipple, lapping it back in his mouth to suck on it. His nails dig into your waist while the sound of skin slapping signaling just how desperate he is to fill you with his cock. “Atta girl,” He moans after moving up to your neck with wet open mouthed kisses. “Knew you could take all of me. Knew you would sound so pretty crying all over my cock.” He smirks, looking up to see your eyes rolled back, tears brimming your eyes in ecstasy instead of pain this time. Your pussy spasms around him as you whimper.

“Mig–Mig–” You babble mindlessly. The only thing on your mind is Miguel, Miguel and Miguel. “So–so good…” You slur, vision going hazy while the lust clouded your mind. Miguel’s ego inflates, his dick twitching inside you. Even with a condom he could still feel your pussy contract around him, your warm walls sucking him in deeper. Your hips wiggle and buck weakly to match his thrusts but ultimately Miguel does all the work, sending your mind spinning while he practically fucks all your thoughts, fears, and insecurities from your brain—turning you into a dumb cock-drunk mess. Through the haze, you can hear your juices sloppily smacking between you and Miguel–an erotic sound of wet plaps, his balls becoming slick and sticky with your arousal. “God, you feel so good,” He moans, hips stuttering. “It’s like your cunt is just begging for my cum. You want it? Huh? This tight little pussy gonna milk me dry?” He quickened his pace, humping against you in fast short thrusts. You scratch his back, multiple lines of red marking his skin while your toes curl. “Yes, please, please, please–I wanna,” You babble through gasps. “It’s so good–I wanna cum–Don’t stop…!” Your voice becomes high pitched, your hips lifting to grind yourself on him. The both of you fucking one another exactly like horny college kids. Miguel growls, nipping at your neck to add more hickeys to your body. “Never. Holy shit–you’re so fucking sexy,” He cuts himself off with a groan, his sweaty forehead falling to your shoulder while he humps you. “Never letting you go. This pussy is mine.” His thumb finds your clit again, his fingers slowly being drenched with your messy juices that had spread all around your labia, smearing around your pussy with the help of Miguel’s unstable thrusting. His cold rings bumped against your hot skin, the difference in temperature becoming another factor in your raw lust. Your screams of pleasure bounced off the walls. “C’mon pretty girl. Cum for me. I know you’re close.” He pants in your ear.

“Mig–gy!” You choke out, eyes squinted in ecstasy as Miguel helps you reach your climax. It wasn’t anything you’ve experienced before. White hot numbing pleasure waving through your body as you spasmed. Your orgasm shook your entire body and you clutched onto him tightly, your legs keeping him near, nails finding purchase in his back and arching your breasts up to his chest, nipples sensitive to the touch. Miguel followed right after: rubbing your clit faster and his balls ached with a tightness before releasing his seed into the condom, his cock twitching as it spurts out his cum. He moans loudly, his body shivering and shaking along with you but he still helps you come down from the high, pumping weakly as he empties himself. Your body falls limp, head lolled back while Miguel breaths heavily. He pulls out as gently as you can but your virgin cunt wasn’t used to such stimulation, each inch back caressed your sensitive nerves up until he finally left with a pop. Miguel’s hands shook as he took off the condom, body now covered in cold sweat now that the heat of the momentum was gone. He stumbled off your bed and tied the condom shut then dumped it in the small bin in your dorm room. He slipped back in your bed beside you, smiling to himself when you took deep breaths with your eyes closed. “Hey, you alright?” He asks with a soft wheeze. “Huh?” You barely heard him over the heartbeat pounding in your head. The blood flow goes through your body normally once again. “Hm? Oh. Mhm. Yeah.” Miguel chuckles, resting on one elbow with his cheek in his palm and brushes your sweaty hair back from your face. “Yeah? You were amazing.”

“Really?” You try to look up at him through the exhaustion in your eyes. Who knew sex could take all your energy? Miguel grabs your folded fuzzy blanket and unravels it to drape it on top of you two. “Really. I’m honored to be your first.” You blush at the reminder that you hadn’t had sex before and the reminder that you were no longer a virgin. You stare at his face while his hands caress your cheeks, his thumb rubbing the side of your neck right under your jawline. “Do you really like me?” You find yourself asking him. Miguel’s hand stops moving and he looks surprised. “Yeah,” He confirms gently. “I wouldn’t fuck you if I didn’t. I don’t have sex with just anyone.” He pulls your cheek. You frown and pout at him. “I'm serious!” Miguel chuckles. “I know, I know.” He tilts your chin up with his index finger and leans down to kiss you sweetly for a quick peck. He knows what’s really on your mind. “My pretty girl.” He hums as he stares down at you to admire the afterglow of your orgasm. “All mine. My pretty girl.” He dunks his head down to your chest, wrapping his arms around you to pull you in his embrace and snuggles you.

Your heart flutters. Pretty. It hits you then that Miguel really does think you’re pretty. You feel his ear piercings against your chest and the rings on his fingers running up and down the curve of your spine. His fingers find your white ribbon, crumpled under you and he twirls it around his ring finger. You struggle to hold back your smile as you hug him back, nuzzling your nose in his hair and falling asleep with the comfort of knowing someone genuinely finds you beautiful, inside and out.

a/n: im sorry i wasnt normal i just love a good trope and punk miguel i cant help but make him cute

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara x you #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderman #miguel spiderverse #miguel ohara #spiderman 2099 #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara imagine #spiderman 2099 x you #spiderman 2099 x reader #nonie requests ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

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loveronlineee · 2 years

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The Little Things Part 2 (Eddie Munson x Reader)

Masterlist All Parts

Eddie Munson x Reader (She/Her)

Warnings: None

Synopsis: Y/N puts eyeliner on Eddie (That’s it. That’s all you need to know.)

Y/N notes: none

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“Good evening gents!” Eddie shouted as he sauntered into their club room. The group turned to see their dungeon master, They were already setup and waiting for him.

“Eddie where the hell have you been? We were supposed to start like 15 minutes ago!” Dustin whined.

“I’m afraid there was a fair maiden in need of saving.” Eddie explained as he sat down. He put both his hands on the table, examining the set up.

“A fair maiden?” Dustin repeated, sceptical. Mike looked down at Eddie’s hands, noticing his decorated nails.

“Y/N L/N?!” Mike questioned. Eddie just smiled and winked. “No way dude.”

“I’ll have you know Wheeler, that L/N and I are very. Good. Friends.” Eddie replied, putting emphasis on his last three words. He was riding the high of the afternoon he had had with Y/N. It actually made the D&D session better as Eddie was even more in character than usual.

As the club filtered out, Dustin and Mike brought it up again.

“Y/N L/N. Really?” Mike asked for the millionth time.

“Yes Wheeler. Really.” Eddie replied as the cold night air hit them.

“I still don’t buy it.” Dustin shook his head. Eddie walked backwards towards his van.

“You shall see sceptical one. Tomorrow morning. Before school.” He did finger guns at them before getting into his van and driving off.

The next morning arrived. Eddie sat in his van in the car park listening to music, drumming on the steering wheel as he watched students filter into the building. He heard a knock on his side window. Y/N was there, smiling at him. He couldn’t help but smile back. He watched as she ran around the front and got into the passenger seat. She held up her eyeliner pencil.

“You ready?” She asked excitedly, already taking the lid off. Eddie chuckled.

“As long as you don’t take my eye out L/N.”

“Can’t make any promises Eddie.” She joked back. She held Eddie’s chin and moved him to face her. The girl scanned then furrowed her eyebrows in thought. Eddie was just appreciating how close they were to each other again. Her hand felt so soft on his face. He wanted to put his hand on top but resisted the urge.

“Everything okay?” He asked, after a few seconds of silence. Y/N let go of his face and began getting up.

“I can’t get a good view from here. Do you mind?” She moved over to sit on Eddie’s lap, facing him. The metal head’s eyes widened as he watched her get on top of him. His arms reflexively went up so they were in mid air. He could feel his nerves rising. Y/N noted his slight panic.

“You good?” Eddie paused before replying quietly.

“I don’t know where to put my hands.” Y/N chuckled and guided his hands to rest on her hips.

“Here okay?”

“Y-Yeah.” Eddie managed to reply, still processing what was happening.

“Okay try to stay still.” Once she started, Eddie managed to relax a little and actually enjoy the experience. He didn’t want to move his hands in case he did something wrong. Instead he focused on Y/N’s face, still deep in concentration. One hand held his chin, tilting his head back, the other holding the pencil. “You gotta look up.”

“But what if I wanna look at you?” Eddie mumbled but Y/N definitely caught it. She couldn’t help but smile at that response. Still, she was determined to do what she set out to.

“You can look at me all you want when I’m done.” Eddie looked up.

“All I want?”

“Aaaaaaaall you want.” Y/N replied, drawing across Eddie’s waterline. She tried to keep it steady as Eddie’s grin changed the shape of his eyes. She finally pulled away.

“How do I look L/N?”

“Pretty.” Eddie’s smile grew wider at her response.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Y/N moved his hair away from his eyes to admire her work.

“You got anything else for me?” Eddie asked. Y/N cocked her head to the side.

“Hmm… I wish I’d brought my tinted lip gloss. But that probably would have been too much.” She replied, letting herself think out loud. Eddie shrugged.

“I’d be up for it.” Y/N nodded.

“Okay I’ll remember it for tomorro-“

“You’re wearing it right now aren’t you?” Eddie questioned.

“Yeah?” Y/N replied cautiously.

“Well there is one way I can wear your lip gloss then.” Eddie stated. Y/N hesitated for a moment. She slowly leaned forward. Eddie closed his eyes and waited patiently to feel Y/N’s lips on his.

She tasted soft and sweet. Even in just a simple kiss, he felt his world spinning. He opened his eyes again as he felt her pull away. She stared at him quizzically before cleaning up the corners of his mouth with her finger.

“Not sure if it suits you…”

“Y/N you can’t be serious.”

“What?” Y/N questioned.

“You can’t tell me that the only reason you did that was to see how I’d look with the lip gloss on.” Y/N chuckled.

“I didn’t say that.” Eddie finally smiled back at her again. They heard the school bell ring from the building. “Shit I’m gonna be late.”

Y/N spun herself around so that she was still sat on him, but now facing the front. She pulled down the mirror to fix her own lip gloss and couldn’t help but notice Eddie staring. She also couldn’t ignore how his arms had wrapped around her waist. No matter how warm and comforting it felt, she needed to go. “Eddie come on.”

“We can be a little late.” Eddie mumbled into her neck. Y/N chuckled as she pulled herself out of his grasp.

“Nope we gotta go.” The metal head sighed but didn’t protest anymore. He followed Y/N out of his van and to the front entrance. That’s when he spotted Dustin and Mike staring at them, mouths slightly open in disbelief. Eddie wasn’t sure how much they had seen but it was definitely at least Y/N sitting on his lap in his van. Y/N turned back to him one last time. “I’ll see you later!” Eddie waved as she disappeared inside.

“How the hell..?” Mike managed to say. Eddie just winked at them and walked past.

“Told ya boys.”

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thetriumphantpanda · 1 year

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Drabble/One shot request!

I read it and instantly saw this as Frankie smut scenario…

“you don’t have to be gentle. i won’t break”.

Frankie’s first time with a new lady friend. He really likes her, so he’s being softer than usual, gentle. She really likes him too but can tell there’s a darker side to him under the surface and she wants to test the waters…

ANON YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW LONG I'VE BEEN SITTING ON THIS... I love this request so thank you so much for sending it in! I hope you like it and that I did your idea justice.

Pairing | Frankie Morales x Female Reader

Word Count | 2.3K

Warnings | Unprotected PiV sex, fingering, spanking and biting but nothing else I can think of apart from puppy dog Frankie.

ENJOY ALL.

Frankie was nervous, there was no beating around the bush with that one. He’d changed his shirt twice and had needed to comb his hair more times than he’d care to admit because he couldn’t stop fussing with it. Never had this problem wearing a hat, but Benny had told him that if he’d turned up to your house wearing a baseball cap it would be lights out for his chances with you.

He was early, so he’d been sat in his truck a few doors down so you hadn’t noticed he was early, glancing at his watch, willing the time to move faster so he could knock on your door and see you again.

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d liked someone as much as you. He’d seen you at the bar and if it hadn’t been for Benny and his insistence that he walk up and ask for your number he wouldn’t be here. You’d been casually dating for a few months; he would take you out on walks and he knew he’d fallen for you when he’d taken you to the diner in town after a heavy night of drinking with his friends and watched you demolish a bacon cheeseburger and a peanut butter milkshake without worrying about what he would think of the sauce on your face.

You’d invited him to your place for the first time, coaxing him with the promise of dinner and cold beer, he’d seen in your eyes that there was promise of something else too which was the reason he was so nervous. He couldn’t remember that last time he’d touched a woman, at least not one he liked as much as you.

He rang the bell at 6:58, thinking that was as close to 7pm that he could be before he talked himself out of it. You opened the door with an apron wrapped around your body, covered in all sorts of ingredients, he could make out flour, tomato and what looked like gravy spattered amongst other things he couldn’t place.

“Hello.” You were breathless and your hair was falling out of the low bun at the back of your head to frame your face.

“Hello,” Frankie replied, dipping to press a kiss to your lips as casually as he could muster, “You’ve got a little something right here.” He reached out and dragged his thumb across your cheek, pulling his fingers to your eyeline to show you the flour he’d wiped off.

“If that’s all that’s on my face I’ve done a good job, you should see the state of the kitchen,” You laughed, moving to let him into your home, “It looks like a literal bombsite so I apologise.”

“No need to apologise when it smells so good,” He countered, mouth already watering at the smells that were emanating from the kitchen, “What did you make?”

“Lasagna,” You grinned, “And apple pie for dessert.”

He let out a groan, letting his stomach do the talking for him, “You have no idea how good this sounds.” “Sit down then, it’s almost ready.”

***

Dinner was long forgotten, leftovers packaged up and put away with the dishes and pans soaking in the sink. You had a glass of wine in hand and were lounging on the couch, legs draped across Frankie’s lap as he sipped on a beer, absentmindedly running his fingers along the skin of your legs, causing goosebumps to raise on your skin.

“Are you cold?” He asked, turning to you.

“No,” You smirked, “Just excited.”

“Oh yeah?” He smirks back, raising an eyebrow right back at you, “What do you have to be excited about?”

You giggled, “I’ve just been sat here thinking about how badly I want you to kiss me.”

“Well then…” He trailed off, setting his beer on the coffee table as you did the same, settling back into your lounging position.

He moved swiftly, settling himself between your legs before he crashed his lips to yours. You’d kissed this man many times before, the first time after he’d bought you a few drinks at the bar and then later that night when he’d driven you home and pressed you up against your front door. Then there was the time on the beach after your second date where you’d ended up rolling in the sand together for what felt like hours. This time though there was something different, the heat of knowing what was coming was settling in your bones just as much as it was in Frankie’s, and it was thrilling.

The man was kissing you like he was starved, flicking his tongue into your mouth to entwine with your own and you could taste the beer on his mouth, mixed with the gum he’d popped after dinner along with someone else that was only him. It was intoxicating and you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down flush with your body whilst grinding your hips up into him.

He dragged his lips from yours and worked them down over your jaw, peppering your skin with barely-there brushes of his mouth. His tongue would lick at the spot on your neck where he would suck gently, you found yourself silently begging he would do it harder so to mark you. You wanted everyone to know you belonged to this man, but his kisses remained feather light as he dragged them further down to your collarbones as his hands ran up the bare skin of your side under your shirt.

“Frankie,” You mumbled, “Take me to bed.”

He pulled back, sitting back on his knees to look at you. His skin was flushed in much the same way you thought yours was, heat prickling over his face and his hair was sticking up in curls where you’d run your hands through it.

“Up the stairs, first door on the left.”

He stood, scooping you up, one arm under your knees and the other wrapped around the small of your back as your wrapped securely around his neck to keep you upright. He followed your directions and within moments you were led on your back on your bed with him settled right back between your thighs with his lips on yours.

Frankie’s hands worked up your shirt and you sat up lightly to let him drag it off your body, reveling in the way he stared at you when you led back down like someone viewing the most beautiful piece of art they’d ever seen.

“God, you’re beautiful.” He mumbled from his lips as they dragged a path down your neck, peppering kisses along the swell of your breast where your bra was sat.

He slowly dragged the straps down before expertly moving his hands behind your back to undo it and throw it to the floor. His lips were around your nipple before you knew what was happening, eliciting a groan from your mouth and his hand gave attention to the other. He swapped over a few times, which his mouths attention with his hands before he was trailing his mouth down your stomach to the waistband of your skirt. He dragged it off with his hands, stopping to shed himself of his own upper layers before settling his body on the bed next to you.

His arm slipped under your head to prop himself up over you, the other hand heading straight for the lace covering your pussy, which by this time was screaming for its own attention. He placed a kiss to your lips as his fingers ghosted across your panties, pulling away for you to see the dark heat in his eyes as he realized they were wet. So, there was something else underneath the gentle kisses, you thought to yourself as you winked at him.

“See how worked up you get me?” You breathed, letting your hand fall to his jeans where it was clear this was working him up just as much as you.

“Hermosa,” He groaned as you rubbed him through his jeans, “You have no idea how much I’ve thought about this.”

You pulled him back to your mouth to kiss him, opening your mouth up to him as he licked into your mouth, all whilst dipping his hand under your panties. The touch of his fingers on your clit, even if was momentary, was electric. Your hips bucked up into his hand as your mouth left his in favour of a moan. His fingers travelled down to your slick entrance, gathering the wetness that was pooling and then dragging it back up to your clit where he began rubbing gentle circles around it.

You thought you were going to fall apart immediately, especially when his lips began pressing behind your ear, his groans of approval at your arousal sending shockwaves down your spine and making goosebumps appear on your skin.

“Frankie please,” You moaned, “I need you inside of me.”

You could feel his smirk against your skin as he moved back between your thighs, making a show of unzipping his jeans and taking them off and then he was there in front of you in all his glory. Scars from his time in the forces scattered his body and the softness of his older age was apparent around his middle, but you didn’t care. You just wanted him to make you his. He gently moved your panties down your legs, throwing them into the pile on the floor before spreading your legs, using one of his hands to jerk his own cock as his other went back to rubbing circles on your clit with his thumb.

“You ready for me, querida?” He asked, moving slightly to line his cock to your weeping pussy.

“Please,” You begged, “I have never wanted something so much in all my time.”

He smiled, settling one hand on the bed next to your head as the other helped his cock to slip inside of you. The stretch of your pussy was delightful, you’d never had someone this big before, but the wetness seeping from you made it easy for him to slip all the way inside. The look of ecstasy on his face was enough to make your tummy flutter. You were doing that to him.

He started thrusting into you, his movements slow and gentle but you wanted more, and you knew he could give you more. You let him continue like this for a moment, your hands squeezing the muscles of his biceps as he moved into you slowly.

“Frankie,” You moaned, his eyes snapping up from looking at his cock slipping inside you to look you in the eye, “You don’t have to be gentle; I won’t break.”

It was like something snapped inside of him at your words. His chest was heaving and that darkness that had flashed in his eyes earlier was back, along with a grin across his lips. Like you weight nothing at all, you were flipped onto your front, his hands pulling you back towards him by your hips. He was back inside you in seconds and the change of position was perfection.

He was fucking into you now, the slow and gentle thrusts from earlier were gone, instead replaced by a bruising pace of his hips snapping against your ass. You let out a surprised squeal when one of his hands came down and spanked you.

“You liked that didn’t you?” He asked, his words coming out breathlessly, “Felt your pussy clench around me, hermosa.”

“Do it again.” You ordered, slipping one of your hands between your legs to finger at your own clit.

He did it again, bringing his hand down to your other cheek before using his fingers to massage the spot, god you hoped you bruised in the morning.

“I’m not… I can’t… fuck, querida I’m close.” He admitted.

“Lean over me,” You asked, “Put your skin on me and bite my neck, Frankie.”

Like the diligent lover he had proved himself to be he did what you asked, laying his front over your back whilst still managing to keep his cock buried inside you, slipping in and out with that delicious friction you knew you would be addicted to from this day forward. He latched his mouth on your neck, sucking hard and the pain, the feeling of his breath on your skin, his cock pumping in and out of you and your fingers rubbing at your clit all came together at once to release the white heat of your climax. You were crying out his name and clenching your pussy around him and he was licking at the mark he’d left on your neck.

“Fucking hell,” He breathed into your ear, “Querida I’m going to cum, where do you want me?” He asked with a sense of urgency.

“Fuck Frankie,” You cried out, “Inside me please, god I need to feel you cum inside me.”

Within seconds he was doing just that, stilling himself as his spilled his seed deep into your pussy with a groan of your name into your ear. After taking a moment to catch his breath, he pulled out of you, the last bit of support keeping you upright was gone, allowing you to collapse face first into the mattress. He collapsed next to you, pulling you into his body, the two of you slick with sweat but without a care in the world.

“I have to get up and clean myself.” You mumbled into his chest.

“In a minute, let me have this moment for now.”

You smiled, pressing a kiss to his neck, “If I get a UTI it’s entirely your fault, Morales.”

He chuckled back but made no effort to let you go, “Was that… okay?” He asked quietly, his fingers running light circles over the skin of your shoulder.

You looked up at him, using one of your hands to pull his face to your lips to kiss him, “Frankie, it was the best I’ve ever had.” You replied honestly.

“I didn’t hurt you?”

“You didn’t hurt me, besides, if you did, I asked for it,” You planted another soft kiss to his lips, “You could never hurt me.”

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ageofbajabule · 9 months

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Curtain Calls | Sam Kiszka

Sam Kiszka x F! Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: Fluff, Smut, Oral Sex (F! and M! Receiving), Unprotected Sex (WRAP IT UP PLEASE), Cockwarming

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Author’s Note: Hello my lovelies!! Here it is, the highly awaited request! Inspired by this anon, as well as having this moment included by this lovely anon. Also sorry if its poorly edited :(

Everyone was scattering around the hallways, the show was in approximately 45 minutes. Josh and Danny had already gotten their makeup done, and ready for the show. Jake had you touch up his eyeliner, and straighten out his new suit.

“Where is your brother Samuel?” You shook your head, Sam always got ready last minute. Even when it came to makeup, you were always yelling at him for being late for his makeup session.

“Probably snoozing with Rosie in the greenroom.” Jake shrugged, chuckling softly.

“Ugh…” Your feet began dragging you near his greenroom, knocking loudly. “Samuel Francis Kiszka, get your ass in the dressing room.”

Hearing a groan from the other side, “I’m coming Y/N.”

You huffed making your way to your station, everything was already set up to put his makeup on. And you had hoped he was smart enough to put his suit on, since by the time you would finish with him he would only have a few minutes till they had to be on stage.

Surely enough you hear footsteps making way to you, turning around your met by the handsome brunette. And he was indeed wearing his suit.

“Wow, you actually listened for once…” You clicked your tongue.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Sam sat in the chair looking at you.

“Sam I’ve been working on tour with you these past two months, how are you still forgetting to show up early enough.” You started to prime his eyes, before getting the eyeshadow palette in your hands.

“I’m sorry, I'm just still new to all of this.” He slouched a bit.

“Sit upright, I need to make this look perfect.” You poked his shoulder.

“Yes ma’am.” He smirked at you, in response you roll your eyes.

Sam always did have the younger sibling personality that everyone would talk about. Sometimes you found it utterly annoying but deep down, you found it cute about him. But he was in fact an adult, who just liked to have his childish fun antics.

The relationship between the two of you this tour had been wonderful. Anytime there was a small break between shows, he’d take you around the cities or small towns to show you his favorite places. He even had you join him on a small vacation to the Carolina’s with Rosie.

You tried to get out of it, but he was consistent with getting you to join him. And you figured if you said no, you felt that would’ve changed your relationship and made work awkward. The only reason you didn’t particularly want to go, was simply that you had feelings for Sam.

There had always been casual flirting between the two of you. But nothing more than that, in fact the one time in the green room the two of you had fallen asleep on the couch and were woken up by Jenny. She was another makeup artist for the guys, she mostly worked with Josh and Danny but you would help assist her.

Ever since then, Sam and you have talked more. Sending recipes to one another, he even taught you how to make pickles. Sam was just a kind hearted man, that you truly didn’t know how to express your feelings to him.

“So, are we going with what we’ve been doing? Or are we taking a new approach tonight?” You looked through your palette and the liquid eyeshadow you had.

“The usual…” He said softly, taking a sip of his Topo-Chico.

“You know, I really think we can get more creative…” You smiled softly, applying a layer of the glittery liquid eye shadow to put on his lids.

“You’re the mastermind here… Not me.” He chuckled softly.

“Maybe in the next show we’ll try something new. If you’re up for it that is.” You smiled at him softly.

“Yeah, I think I’d like that.” He smiled softly his cheeks turning a rosy tone.

You giggled softly, grabbing a palette, taking a brush and dapping it into the silver shadow. You gently apply it to his eyelids, dragging it out, blending it softly into the underlayer.

“You’re really good at this ya know?” He kept his lids closed, fearing you would scold him for opening them while you worked on his look.

“I’d hope, I didn’t go to beauty school for nothing.” You giggled softly, grabbing another silver shadow packing it onto his lid.

Earning a chuckle from him, “Hard work pays off.”

You smiled softly, finishing the rest of his eye makeup. “Should I add rhinestones?” You pulled away from his face grabbing the pack of rhinestones.

“Yeah, might as well. Can’t out-do Josh though.” He smiled softly looking in the mirror at your work.

“Josh creates his own look before even having Jenny or I do his makeup.” You giggled softly, applying makeup glue to the rhinestones applying them gently to his cheekbone.

“He likes to be prepared, I guess.” He chuckles, you smiled back to him finishing up his look with about 15 minutes left till they hit the stage.

“Well, what do you think?” You asked as you cleaned up your workspace.

He stood up, looking at himself in the mirror. “It looks great, as always Y/N.” He smiled, turning towards you, his stare focusing towards your tits.

“Sam… my eyes are up here.” You snapped your fingers at him.

“You wore that top purposely. I know you took your sweatshirt off before I came in here. Don’t act all innocent. You wanted me to stare at your tits, didn’t you?” He chuckled softly.

He knew you all too well, you always wore a light sweatshirt no matter what. Sue me is what you thought to yourself. You couldn’t deny the attraction you had towards Sam. In fact your feelings had only gotten stronger towards him after the small trip you took with him.

“No… I just got hot.”

“Uh huh… I’m sure that’s what it is.” Sam drags his finger up your thigh, moving it slowly towards your center. The one day you chose to wear a skirt to work, and he pulls that stunt.

You stop him, grabbing his wrist “You at least gotta kiss me first.”

“Say less.” Sam straightens himself, putting both hands on the side of you, pressing you up against the counter, trapping you in.

“I was-“

“Look at you stuttering angel. Don’t get nervous now.” He smirked at you.

Sam looks deep into your eyes, leaning forward. You move your head a bit. “Playing hard to get are we? Or is that you retreating because you’re scared you might like it.”

Sam goes to move away but not before you pull him in tightly for a kiss. He places a hand on your waist pulling you closer to him deepening the kiss.

That is when you hear a knock, disrupting the kiss. The two of you break apart from one another.

“5 minutes till show!” Richard yelled through the door.

“Fuck…” Sam sighed softly, resting his forehead against yours.

“You should probably go, don’t want to be late to the stage.” You giggled softly.

“Josh already was, what would the difference be if I was.” He laughed softly.

“The difference is he is vocals, and can at least sing off stage. Whereas you play the bass and should be on the stage already.” You shoved him lightly to get him towards the door.

“Don’t think this is over…” He rubbed your cheek softly with his thumb.

“I’ll be on the sides cheering for ya Sammy.” You blushed.

He smiled, pecking your lips softly before making way out of the room. You sighed softly, shaking your head. Did that really just happen?

You cleaned up your workstation, getting everything packed up to be set on the trucks before making way to the side stage to catch the next song after the opening.

The guys weren’t kidding when they said they liked to blow shit up. The shows were always electrifying and exciting. Keeping the fans on their toes for what was next. Sam running back and forth between keys and bass.

It was absolutely amazing to see them live their dreams, and of course you were to. When you had been asked to be a part of Greta’s team you were absolutely thrilled after seeing Josh’s looks for the Dreams In Gold tour, not only that Jenny had put in a request for you to be a part of the team. She had liked your technique in makeup.

After an exhilarating show, you make your way back to Sam’s dressing room with makeup remover and cleaning cloths to remove Sam’s makeup after his show. He always had you helping him as he claims he doesn’t really know what to use, or what skin care products to apply afterwards.

But you lately have been finding it to become an excuse for him to spend more time with you. And after what happened earlier this evening, there was no denying it now.

Sam came into the room, locking the door behind him pressing you against the counter immediately pressing his lips against yours.

You were taken back a bit, but wrapped your arms around his neck kissing him back hungrily. It was like you were both starved and deprived of one another.

Tangling your hands in his hair, you tugged slightly earning a groan from him. Letting you slip your tongue into his mouth, exploring it for a bit not until you felt Sam’s hard-on pressing against your thigh. Earning a moan from you. He was lengthy, and average in girth from what you could feel.

“Sammy…” You whisper against his lips, panting softly.

“Angel, please…” He said with honey in his voice.

“Don’t stop…” You blushed, kissing him again, as he reaches to pull your top off. Lifting it over your head, breaking the kiss just for a moment. He then returns back to kissing you, while groping your breasts with his hands.

Moaning into the kiss, you feel his dick throbbing against your thigh. He wanted this just as much as you did. You began to palm him through his pants, he bucked his hips forward from your touch. Causing you to giggle softly.

“Eager aren’t we?”

“I’ve been dreaming of this ever since that trip…” He muttered under his breath.

“Then I guess all this pent up sexual frustration will make this worth the while.” You smiled softly, as his hands wrapped around you back to unclasp your bra.

He ran his hands over your shoulder and down to your breasts again, massaging the one with his hand and taking the other into his mouth. He licked over the mound of your hardened nipple, sucking and biting softly. Earning nothing but words of pleasure from you.

“Sam…” His name falls off of your tongue like sugar.

He looks up at you with his brown eyes, pupils blown lust filled. You bite your lip from the sight, as he removes his mouth using his other hand to pinch your nipple softly.

“What baby…” He smiled softly.

“I need more…” You tilt your head back slowly.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you angel…” He smiled, kissing your lips softly. Moving you towards the couch in the room.

Once the back of your knees hit the couch you, Sam stood above you smiling down at you softly.

“You better remove those pants, I don’t think you want to be questioned on how they got dirty…” You giggled softly tugging lightly at his satin pants.

“They get dry cleaned anyways…” He chuckled lightly, removing his pants, leaving him in his briefs. His cock strained against the fabric. You felt your breath hitch in your throat from the sight.

Sam knelt down in front of you, moving his hand over your center. You had soaked through your panties already, practically pooling in them. He ran his fingers across collecting some of the arousal.

“You already made such a mess… Should I help clean it up?” He looked up at you, placing his hand on the hem lining of your panties.

You nodded your head fervently, “Please…”

He smirked, pulling them off of you, putting it with the rest of the discarded clothes. He placed your legs above his shoulder’s his face coming close to your center. You could feel him breathing against your thighs, causing goosebumps to rise.

Sam began kissing the insides of your thighs, biting softly leaving marks behind. Your head lolled back, as he licked a strip up your center. Causing a whine to slip from your lips. He continued to lick slowly, and languidly.

Your hips bucked forward against his face, causing his nose to brush against your clit. Making another noise slip past your lips. He held your thighs tightly, getting to work quickly. He flicked his eyes up at you watching the faces you made as he ate you out. He slipped two fingers inside tightening around him, as you were already close to the brim of your first orgasm.

He started to pay more attention to your clit, sucking and licking it more than before. Earning pornagraphic sounds from you, trying to keep your voice to a minimum as to not alert anyone potentially walking by the room. You felt the band start to break.

The next head nuzzle Sam made, had been the pushing point of your orgasm. Spews of, Oh fuck, Sammy… leaving your lips as he calmed you from your high. Your legs tremble above his shoulders as he slips away placing them down.

He looked back up at you, your arousal covered his lips. “Come here, taste yourself.” You met his face kissing his lips roughly. He kissed you back, biting your lip softly.

“Tastes like sugar…” He smirked against your lips.

“Sit…” You stood up looking at him.

Sam nodded, taking a seat on the couch. You knelt before him pulling his boxers down his legs, throwing them with your pile of clothes. His dick sprung up, hitting his abdomen. He was painfully hard, throbbing and some pre-cum spilling from the tip.

You moved your hands up his thighs slowly, and wrapped your one hand around him pumping him slowly. His mouth agape, letting out a quiet groan. “Y/N…”

“Don’t worry Sammy, I’ll make you feel good.” You blushed softly.

He nodded his head, caressing your cheek with his hand acknowledging you to continue. And so you do, licking the tip slowly teasing him. He shuddered underneath you, giggling softly. You wrap your mouth around him, inching your way down as you take him in. Careful not to make yourself gag, he let out another groan.

You moved your hand downwards to Sam's balls, gently cupping your hand around them, moving them around in your hand. He huffed, his head rolling back.

“Fuck angel…” He closed his eyes, feeling you work on him.

You hummed as you continued to bob your head, swirling your tongue around his shaft. Earning praises from him as you continued your little moves, getting him closer to release.

That’s when he tapped your cheek with his fingers. “Not yet, I want to fuck that pretty cunt.”

You removed your mouth from him, a string of saliva as you continued to pump him with your hand. You straddle his waist lining yourself up with him.

“Don’t worry, I’m on the pill.” You smiled softly at him, before sinking down on his length. Gasping as he bottoms out in you.

“Like fucking velvet…” He grunts, grabbing your waist softly.

After adjusting to his length, you started to ride him slowly. Wrapping your hands around his neck, he moved his face towards your breasts paying close attention to them as you started to gain some momentum.

He latched his mouth onto your right breast, licking and sucking on your nipple. Biting softly, earning moans from you. Starting to rotate your hips in figure eights, Sam starts to moan the vibrations against your breast making you wetter.

“Shit, Sam…”

He removed his mouth from your breast, cupping your face with his one hand. “Come on baby… I know you're close.”

You nodded, starting to bounce more on his cock. Everytime you would come down, he’d meet you with a particularly hard thrust, sending you over the moon.

Sam then held your waist tighter, picking up the pace by thrusting faster and harder into you. You pressed flush against his chest, running your hands into his hair pulling slightly as pornagraphic sounds left your mouth.

You felt yourself getting closer, and by Sam’s breathing you could tell he was near as well.

“I’m so close…” You moaned into his ear quietly.

“Let go… I'm almost there. I want to feel you all around me…” He groaned softly, rubbing circles on your clit.

Within the next minute you went into overdrive. Praises flew from your mouth as you clenched around him, seeing colors as you came. “Sam…” Your head rolled back.

“That’s it baby…” He moaned softly, within a couple more thrusts that became faltered and slow. He was spilling his release into you.

The two of you sat there on the couch, chests pressed against one another. Sweaty, and panting as you both came down from your high.

“That was…”

“Exhilarating…”

You giggled softly, kissing his cheek.

“Oh, Sam… Your makeup...” You went to move, but he kept his grip on your waist keeping you from moving.

“Sam.” You looked at him.

“Just let me stay inside a little longer. You feel like home.”

As He softens inside of you. And you can’t say no to such a pretty face, so you obliged.

With his strength, that surprised you he had stood up holding you not slipping out of you. Moving over to the chair where you had the makeup wipes and remover to clean his face.

“There, now you can take care of me.” He chuckled softly.

You blushed and started to remove the makeup off of his face while you sat there as his little cock warmer….

After cleaning him up, you moved off of him, wincing from the loss of him.

“Come on, let’s shower. I’m tired.” You motioned to him.

He stood up, following you to the shower off the right of the room. Then you heard pounding on the door.

“Next time, can you do that in the goddamn hotel!” A crew member yelled.

You and Sam looked at each other busting into fits of laughter. You blushed slightly from embarrassment.

“Well… I guess we’ll have to work on that pretty girl.” He pulled you into the bathroom, shutting the door behind the two of you, pulling you in for another kiss.

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More Than This Part 2.

Authors Note: I am beyond sorry for the 9 month wait for this. I just lost my motivation for writing but its slowly and surely coming back. Thank you all for being so patient. I hope you enjoy.

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The last of your salty tears trickle down the bathtub drain as you wrap yourself up in a well-worn motel towel. The shower had done little to improve your mood, switching from hot to cold just as you had been with Steve for the past several weeks. You had been doing so well up until recently, trying to avoid him and your feelings but now that you were sharing a room and bed with him for the night, it was going to be next to impossible to hide the fact that you were hopelessly in love with your best friend.

The rusty faucet dripped little beads of water into the sink despite it being turned off while you carefully applied your make up, hoping Steve and the others wouldn’t notice the slight puffiness under your eyes from crying. Admittedly, you were taking a little longer than usual to get ready, making sure your eyeliner was just right, lips perfectly glossed and kissable and your outfit was showing off all your best features, ‘cause although you felt like utter shit, you didn't want to look like shit too.

As you began to gather up your things, folding the towel back on to the rack, you heard a tap on the bathroom door. “Hey, are you almost done in there? I need to take a piss really bad.” Steve said in a seemingly more relaxed tone than earlier. Unlocking the bathroom door, you find your best friend standing shirtless in his Levi's, leaning against the doorframe and you curse him for looking so damn beautiful.

“I did ask if you needed to use the bathroom before I went in.” You huff, quick to brush past him, clothes and make up bundled in your arms as his eyes follow you around the room, nostrils filling with the scent of your vanilla perfume, jaw a little slack as he scanned your body.

Steve couldn't help but notice the little black dress you were wearing along with your signature converse, how it sparkled and fit perfectly on your body, breasts spilling out over the top ever so slightly. He knows it’s wrong to think of you that way, because you’re his best friend and he's seeing someone else but sometimes he wonders if you know just how pretty you are.

“Uh, the air cons not working in here, the room's like a god damn sauna.” He informs, scratching the back of his neck, trying to avert his gaze from your frame.

“Well if you hadn’t made such a fuss about the sleeping arrangements, at least one of us would have had working air con tonight, Harrington.” You mutter, tucking your things back in to your duffle, pushing by him. Steve presses his tongue to his cheek, realising that whatever the hell was bothering you, wasn’t going to disappear anytime soon. Defeated, he shuts the bathroom door, leaving you to finish getting ready alone.

He emerges fifteen minutes later, freshly showered, smelling great and you hate how good he looks in his tight jeans and white t-shirt, hair perfectly in place, not that it wasn’t always. It wasn't exactly the attire you expected someone to wear to a Metallica concert, but it was Steve after all, he wasn't exactly into Heavy metal.

You can feel the tension rising between you with each passing minute of silence, unspoken words hanging in the air as his hazel eyes burn a hole through your head while you both walk on eggshells around the small room. With one quick look in the mirror and one final spray of perfume, you grab your purse and head for the front door, not being able to stand the awkwardness a second longer. “I’m gonna go see if the others are ready.” You say, reaching for the door handle but you already hear his footsteps behind you.

“Wait, can we just talk for a sec?” Steve pleads, eyes wide with concern when you sigh loudly.

“About what?” You ask as he scoffs at your response. “Seriously? Oh, I don’t know, maybe about why you’ve been acting weird with me all day?” He replies, folding his strong arms and you immediately regret not just walking out of the room to find your friends because you aren't ready to have this conversation with him.

“Steve...”

“Not just today actually, it’s been going on for a while and honestly, I don’t know what I’ve said or done to piss you off and believe me, I’ve been racking my brains trying to figure it out. But I’ve obviously done something because you’re so angry at me and.….”

“I’m not…I’m not angry.” You reply, not really knowing what else to say to him.

“You’re not?” He asks, raising his brows in surprise.

“Look, you haven’t done anything to upset me, alright?” You say, giving him a fake smile but he’s not convinced at all.

“Come on, give me some credit here sweetheart. We’re supposed to be best friends, yeah?” He asks moving closer towards you.

“Mhm” Is all you manage to say when he takes your hand but you’re quick to pull it away again, feeling the heat on your cheeks start to rise, placing a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“Then what's going on huh? Why are you staying at Robin’s? I really miss you.” Steve confesses with such a mixture of sadness and sincerity that you almost consider telling him everything right there and then but you're not ready to hear that he doesn't feel the same way and so instead, you lie.

“There’s no big reason, Steve. Robin mentioned that you were on a couple of dates and I didn’t want to get in the way of anything, I think it’d be a bit awkward with me in the next room, don’t you?” You joke, trying to make an effort with him and you can see the confused expression on his face.

“Robin told you about Tracy?” He asks, surprised by how cool you were being about this, but the minute you hear the name fall from his mouth, he instantly realises Robin never told you who it was he was actually dating.

“Wait, did you say Tracy? As in Tracy Turner from high school, that’s who you’re dating!?” You question, furrowing your brows as Steve takes a step back, sensing the air getting thicker between you again.

“Uh, yeah. Sort of, I mean it’s pretty new and…”

"How....when did...where did you even..."

"She was at the video store a few times and I don't know, we were talking one day and she just sort of asked me out." Steve explained nervously.

“And you said yes?"

"Well, girls haven't exactly been lining up to date me recently if you hadn’t noticed.” He muttered, trying to make a joke out of it but it wasn’t working.

"I can’t believe you’d date her after what she did to me!” You yell, shaking your head in disbelief.

Tracey Turner had been one of your closest friends, once upon a time. That was until you found her in the back seat of a car with your then boyfriend Matt Anderson. It wasn’t that you’d been with Matt for long or even loved him but she was supposed to be your friend and she didn’t even apologise for hurting you. Now here she was, a couple of years later trying to take Steve away from you too. Your Steve. Steve, who you actually loved.

“Come on, that was years ago! She’s changed since then.” Steve says, panic apparent in his voice when he sees the look in your eyes and he knows he’s said the wrong thing again.

“Don’t you dare defend her!” You growl and he’s wincing at how angry you are now. “Can you just calm down for a second?” He begs, hands in the air, surrendering to you immediately, not wanting to fight or upset you anymore than he already had.

“Calm down? My “best friend” is dating a girl who FUCKED my boyfriend and you want me to calm down?” You yell, enraged at the new information you've discovered, seeing nothing but visions of them together in your head. Had he slept with her already? Had she occupied your side of Steve’s bed that you’d sleep on when you watched movies late in to the night? Had she seen pieces of your clothing lying around his house? Had she seen the pictures of you and Steve on his bedside table? Had he told her he loved her? Oh god, you were going to be sick.

“I’m sorry, alright? Shit, I didn’t think it would be such a big deal.” He exhales, throwing his head back.

“Oh really, Steve? If it wasn't such a big deal to you then why didn't you tell me about her, huh?” You ask bluntly as Steve's face begins to harden.

"You didn't tell me about Hargrove."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me. I had to find out from Henderson that you were dating that asshole and that’s only because he caught you making out on the couch while you were supposed to be babysitting!” Steve argues and you can't help but laugh at how immature he was being.

"That's completely different, we were barely even friends back then."

“But we were friends and you knew I hated him but you went out with him anyway!" He fires back, leaning against the old chest of drawers.

"Yeah, only because you were still getting....." You start to say before you stop yourself, realising that you'd almost blown your cover when Steve looks at you confused.

“Because I was still getting what?” He asks with a heightened interest, just as a knock comes to the door.

“What the hell is going on in here, we could hear you yelling outside!” Eddie shouts when you open the door, seeing the distressed look on your face as Steve stood silent, still waiting for your reply.

"Nothing, let's just go." You mutter, moving by your friends to exit the room. "You are SUCH a dingus, dingus." Robin rolls her eyes at Steve before chasing after you, figuring that you've somehow found out about Tracy Turner, praying that you won't be pissed at her for not telling you.

"Yeah, I know Robin, thanks." Steve sighs heavily, trying to follow but Eddie holds him back, placing a hand on his friends chest. "Dude, take it from me, let her cool off for a while."

"Eddie, I need to talk to her man, I need to fix this." He attempts to push by again but the metal head refuses to budge.

"How are you going to fix it Steve, huh? Do you even know what's going on with her?" Eddie questions, as Steve sighs, placing his hands on his hips.

"No, but I guess she told you, yeah? You two looked pretty close in the parking lot earlier." Steve grunts, while Eddie lets out a smug laugh. "Careful big boy, you almost sound jealous."

"I'm not jealous man, I'm just...fuck, I don't know!” He exhales loudly, leaning against the wall of the motel room. “Maybe I am." Steve admits, putting a hand through his hair, slumping to the ground. “I just, I don’t know what’s going on with her y’know? She's always talked to me about everything and now? I can barely get her to look at me.” Steve sighs as Eddie takes a seat beside his friend, patting him on the shoulder.

“Look dude, there’s nothing to be jealous about ok? There’s nothing going on between us, shit I’d be so lucky.” Eddie chuckles and Steve feels a sudden feeling of relief wash over him. “Sadly, she’s only got eyes for one lucky son of a bitch and unfortunately, it isn’t me.” Eddie smirks, as the other boy lifts his head in a panic.

“She’s seeing someone?”

“No dumbass, fuck– do I really need to spell it out for you?" Eddie asks, his eyes rolling back in his head when Steve still hadn't gotten the hint. “Come on man, you’ve gotta know she’s fucking crazy about you?”

“What?” Steve exhales in disbelief as Eddie's words reply in his head. “Did she tell you that?”

“She didn’t have to.” Eddie replies letting out a heavy breath. “Steve man, you didn’t see her that night on the lake. You didn’t see the fear in her eyes when you got pulled under the water. She jumped in after you so fast, she didn't even look back to see if the rest of us were following."

Steve remembered that night vividly, probably better than anyone else. Hell, there were still nights that he woke up in a cold sweat, thinking those bats were feasting on his flesh. Those were the nights that he missed you the most. How you’d wrap your arms around him, pull him close and tell him everything was ok now. That you could finally all move on with your lives. He missed the feeling of your fingers running through his hair, the sound of your heartbeat as his head rested on your chest. You never told anyone about those nights, he’d made you promise. Cause he had to be strong for the kids.

He thought back to that night in the Upside Down, how he feared he'd never see your face again, that he'd never be able to tell you how he really felt about you. Then suddenly, you were there, eliminating the demobats one by one, tears in your eyes as you ran to him in a panic. He should have told you then, should have made it clear that you meant everything to him but then the others appeared and so he decided to choose another time. A time when you weren't in immediate danger. A time when it was just you and him and fuck, he'd tried to tell you so many times after that but every time he got close to saying it, something stopped him.

Fear.

What if he ruined everything?

What if you laughed in his face?

What if you didn't feel the same way?

What if it didn't work out and you left him like Nancy did?

Steve couldn't bare the thought of losing you, so instead of telling you the truth, he decided to bury his feelings deep down inside. Deciding, that he'd rather have you as a friend than not have you in his life at all. So, when Tracy Turner boldly asked him on a date, he begrudgingly accepted, hoping it would stop him from thinking about you.

It didn’t.

“Jesus Eddie, I’ve been such an idiot." Steve sighs angrily. "I’ve been trying so damn hard to pretend that I don’t have feelings for her instead of just..”

“Instead of what?” Eddie asks as Steve moves his head to look at his friend.

“Instead of telling her that I love her. That I’ve been in love with her since the moment she answered Henderson’s door three years ago.” He reveals and Eddie lets out the smallest of laughs.

“Yeah Harrington, you are an idiot and out of all the dumb shit you’ve ever done, pretending you don't love that girl is probably way up there. But from what I can see, she’s always gonna carry a big ol’ torch for you. So come on, go make this right and go get your girl. I’ve got a fuckin’ mosh pit to get to.”

When Steve and Eddie finally get to the entrance gate of the concert, they see Robin pacing back and fourth with a stressed out look on her face and Steve instantly feels a knot forming in his stomach when he realises you’re nowhere in sight.

"What the hell took you both so long?" She yells frantically.

“Had to knock some sense into Harrington here.” Eddie smirks, winking at Robin who offers him a confused glance.

"Where is she?" Steve questions his friend and Robin throws her hands in the air.

"I don’t know Steve! She took off by herself with some guy, went in with him, she didn't want to talk to me. She's pissed with a capital P!" Robin yells, angry at her friend for ever telling her that he'd been seeing Tracy Turner. Angry that she’d been put in the middle of this situation.

"Calm down Robs, we'll find her." Eddie reassures, placing a supportive arm around his friend.

"No, I'll find her, this is all my fault and I’m going to fix it." Steve says adamantly.

“I think you’re the last person she wants to see right now dingus.” Robin grunts but Steve’s already making a beeline for the entrance to the outdoor concert.

"Harrington!" Eddie yells as Steve takes a quick look back to his friends.

"Don't fuck it up." He shouts as the boy nods back before marching through a sea of bodies.

“What the hell is going on?” Robin questions, earning a grin from the metal head standing beside her as he throws a lazy arm over her shoulder.

“Fifty bucks says they’re fucking by the end of the night.”

Thirty minutes later and Steve is no closer to finding you. The darkness beginning to bleed in to the sky, the smell of weed and cheap alcohol lingering in the air as he looks for you in every queue, at every stand but it isn't until he hears the familiar laughter coming from behind him that he finally sees you. You’re sitting on the ground with a beer in hand, looking very cosy with the attractive tattooed stranger that’s much too close to you for Steve’s liking and your smile fades immediately when you see the boy standing in front of you.

"What are you doing? I've been looking everywhere for you." Steve asks, clearly annoyed by the presence of the other male beside you.

"I'm just making some new friends, not that it's any of your business." You mutter, taking a sip of your beer.

"This your boyfriend, sweetheart?" The man sitting next to you asks, grinning at Steve who keeps his eyes solely focused on you.

You shake your head instantly. "Nope. He's just a friend, or at least I thought he was."

“Can you please come with me? We really need to talk.” Steve begs, holding out a hand to you but you refuse to move. “We don’t have anything left to talk about.”

“I think we both know that we do.” Steve says, staring at you and you’re sure you see new determination behind his caramel tinted eyes.

"Don't worry about her pretty boy, I'll take good care of her, you go enjoy the show." The man smirks, placing a hand on your thigh as Steve’s jaw clenches.

"Get your hands off of her." Steve warns and suddenly you feel the tension in the air. Your eyes widen as Steve's fists begin to ball up, finally removing his eyes from you to look at the man sitting beside you.

"Why? She just said you're not her boyfriend and I don’t see her saying no.” The man responds, finally standing up to meet Steve face to face.

“Listen man, she’s coming with me, alright? Now get out of my face.” Steve threatens and you’re quick to jump to your feet now.

“Or what pretty boy?” The stranger smirks, shoving Steve back before you could get between them.

“Steve, don’t!” You warn, as his fist connects with the mans jaw, knocking him to the ground.

“Are you out of your fucking mind?” You yell at your best friend but he’s too focused on the impending retaliation to hear you. But just as the tattooed stranger tries to take a swing at Steve, his arm is dragged back by the security guard who had witnessed the whole altercation, deciding enough was enough,

“You three, you’re out of here now!” He demands, getting in the middle of the two males who had been fighting over you.

“He fucking suckered me, dude!” The other boy argues, holding his jaw but the security guard just laughs, ignoring his pleas. “You shoved me first, pal.” Steve replies smugly as you’re all led to the exit.

You don’t even try to defend yourself or make an argument as to why you should be left stay to watch the concert, deciding that going back to the motel was probably for the best, the night had already been ruined for you long ago and you just wanted to be alone.

“Hey, where are you going now?” Steve shouts after you, following you back towards the direction of the motel.

“Just go away Steve, haven’t you already caused enough trouble for one day?” You fire at him.

“Look, I’m sorry, I know I’ve been a jerk but I really need to talk to you.”

“I already told you, I don’t have anything left to say, so just leave me alone.” You beg but Steve shakes his head, catching up to you.

“I can’t do that.” He says as you roll your eyes trying to pass him but he gets in your way again. He was never going to let you walk back to the motel alone in the dark. Not when you were both well aware that things do in fact, go bump in the night.

“Steve, why can’t you just–"

“Look, I know you hate me right now and trust me, I really hate me too. But I just need to know one thing, please? Fuck, I’ll even switch with Robin so you don’t have to share a room with me, alright?” He bargains, as you finally give in. The prospect of not having to share a bed with him being too much to turn down.

What? What do you want to know, Steve?” You question, folding your arms as he takes a deep breath before placing his hands on his hips.

“I want to know what you were going to say before Eddie knocked on the door earlier."

"What are you talking about?" You say, eyes widening in panic as Steve lets out a breath, pleading with you to be honest.

“You know what I'm talking about."

"No, I..."

"When we were arguing and I brought up Hargrove, you said you were only with him because I was still getting–?" He questions softly as you shake your head, looking anywhere but at him.

"I don't remember."

"Honey, please just–"

“I don’t remember Steve! So just drop it, ok?” You interrupt, starting to walk away as you hear his voice calling behind you.

“Because I was still getting over Nancy?” He asks, as your whole body freezes.

How did he know?

When you turn back to face him, he’s still standing there, staring at you, waiting for you to say something. Anything.

“You really are full of yourself, you know that?” You reply, voice trembling as he begins to close the space between you and you're not sure how much longer you can keep this up.

“If that's not what you were going to say, then tell me?" .

"Why does it matter?" You question, raising a frustrated brow at him, not understanding why he couldn't just let it go.

"Because I need to know–"

"Need to know what Steve? If I had a crush on you three years ago? Fine, ok, yes, I had a crush on you. Who fucking didn't? You were the most popular guy in school! And yeah, I did go out with Billy because I knew you were still getting over Nancy but you know what? I actually liked Billy. He was different with me but he just couldn't stand me being friends with you. He kept saying that I had feelings for you, that what I felt for you was more than a friendship and so he made me choose: him or you.…and I picked you.” You reveal, tears beginning to fall from your eyes as you finally decide to be honest with your best friend. “Cause all this time, Billy fucking Hargrove was right. I did have feelings for you, even if it took me almost losing you that night on the lake to figure it out." You cry, finally feeling a huge weight lifting from your chest and for the first time in months, you could breathe again.

Steve was frozen, pink lips pursed as he put a hand through his hair, heart aching at your admission and how much it was killing him to see you so upset. He wishes he hadn't been so stupid, hadn't been so afraid of losing you and just told you the truth when he had the chance. You’d never told him or anyone else why you and Billy broke up, always keeping it to yourself and he was more than a little shocked to realise it was because of him.

Because you chose him.

“I..I didn’t know I was the reason you guys broke up.” He confessed, a sorrowful look on his face. “M’sorry.”

“Forget about it, it was a long time ago.” You shrugged coldly, hoping this would be the end of the conversation.

"I can't believe you picked me." He whispers as you let out a sarcastic huff, lifting your head to look at him.

"And I can't believe you picked Tracy."

You fire back, turning on your heels to walk towards your motel room, heartbroken, tired of arguing with him, tired of wanting him, tired of loving him and just as you were about to close the door, Steve’s hand stops you from shutting it, from shutting him out, a hurt look in his eyes as he stares at you silently for a moment before speaking.

"You think I picked Tracy over you?" Steve asks with sadness and anger in his voice as you wipe your tears, resting your head on the side of the door.

“Steve, I told you what you wanted to know. Please just-”

“No! You can't actually think I'd pick her over you?” Steve quizzes again, brows knitted together, voice more stern than the last time he asked.

“Why not? You wouldn’t be the first one.” You reply, referring to your old High School ex boyfriend Matt and Steve scoffs bitterly, hurt at the comparison.

“I can’t believe you could even think that, after everything we’ve been through, you know me better than that!”

“No Steve, I thought I knew you better than that! I thought we were best friends and that you would never ever hurt me but then you went and slept with her!” You fume, shoving him backwards as he grabs your arms gently but sternly, holding you in place. Finally letting himself inside, closing the door with the back of his foot.

“I didn’t, I didn’t sleep with Tracy!” He growls back at you, frustration apparent in his voice as you sneer at him, well aware of the notches on his bedpost. "Oh please, how stupid do you think I am, Steve?"

"I'm telling you the truth!” He snaps, as you get in his face. "Cause you've been so good at that lately, huh Harrington?" You reply, a harsh tone in your voice, refusing to back down.

"Jesus Christ, will you just listen to me for one god damn minute? I haven’t had sex with her alright? I couldn't."

"And why is that Steve? Did you realise she's a fucking–"

"Because of you!” Steve interrupts loudly, silencing you. "Because I'm in love with you! Because for the past three years since that night you answered Henderson’s door, it’s only been you.” He finally confesses, cupping your face, begging you to believe him as you see the sincerity written all over his face.

“Honey, do you really think if I had known that you had feelings for me– if I thought that me and you being together was even a possibility, that I’d be seeing anybody else?” He questions, as you stare silently at him, heart beating out of your chest as he looks into your eyes. His lips ghosting over your own as you try to catch your breath.

"Then why didn't you tell me?" You manage to ask as he shakes his head and smiles.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He retorts before cupping your face again, taking a deep breath. "I tried to, so many times. But every time I got close to it, I just...got scared." He admits, as you stare at him confused.

"Scared of what?"

"Of you not feeling the same way, of ruining our friendship, of us not working out... I was just scared of losing you." He mutters, lowering his head as you grab his face, forcing him to look at you.

"That would never happen, Steve."

"But it almost did! And it's my fault because I decided to be an asshole and date someone else instead of just telling you that I love–" You cut him off, placing your lips on his to stop him from talking but before Steve could even fathom what was happening, you broke the kiss again, resting your forehead on his.

"I love you too, Steve." You whisper, as he pulls you in for another kiss.

There were no words left to say, you’d said them all.

Two hours later, after the concert, Robin and Eddie decided to head back to the motel, having long given up on their search for you and Steve at the venue.

“What if she’s killed him Eddie? What if they’re fighting so bad that none of us can hang out anymore? What if we have to meet up with them at different times because they can’t stand being around each other? What about the kids?” Robin panics as Eddie laughs, rolling his eyes as he knocks on your motel room door.

After a few seconds, when the door remains unanswered, Robin begins to walk towards her own room, anxiety getting the better of her as Eddie continues to wrap on the door resiliently.

“Will someone open the god damn door before Buckley files a missing persons report?” The metal head pleads for his own sanity as he finally hears shuffling on the other side of the door.

His eyes light up and a shit eating grin spreads across his face as Steve finally answers the door, shirtless flushed and struggling to zip up his Levi’s.

“Sorry Munson, we were just, uh…sleeping.” Steve lies even though he knows it’s pointless. He can hear you giggling under the covers as Eddie notices your underwear on the floor behind Steve.

“Atta boy Harrington, I knew you had it in you.” Eddie winks. “I’ll leave you lovebirds get back to sleep. Don’t snore too loud, we’re in the next room.” He subtly teases as Steve smirks, quickly closing the door to join you in bed again.

“Did I hear Steve? Are they ok?” Robin asks, as Eddie enters their room smiling.

“Oh yeah, they’re fine. By the way, you owe me fifty bucks Buckley.”

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blushweddinggowns · 1 year

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“Just hold still…and done!” Nancy grinned as she capped the eyeliner. She brushed a lock of hair out of his face before declaring, “You’re officially stage-ready.”

Eddie turned to look at himself in the mirror, instantly pleased with what he saw. Steve always said that his big-ass Bambi eyes were his best feature, and the eyeliner really was making them pop. Add that with the tight jeans, the leather jacket, and the combat boots, and Eddie actually looked like he belonged on a stage.

He looked good, but he only cared so much about his own thoughts, “You think Steve will like it?”

Nancy rolled her eyes, “Like you have to ask. We’ll be lucky if he doesn’t have a heart attack.”

Eddie grinned at that. He could only hope that his reaction would be that good, “And it will last all night?”

“At least for 12 hours,” She reassured, “I used the good stuff. This eyeliner lasted on my mom for a fifteen-hour plane ride once, with layovers. You’re ready.”

Eddie nodded. That was basically equivalent to spending a wild night with Steve, the odds were in his favor. He reached over to give Nancy a one-armed hug, taking the time to hover for a second before she gave him a subtle nod.

“God, you’re such a lifesaver,” Eddie sighed as he squeezed her to his side, “You sure you don’t want to come?”

Nancy snorted, “Are you kidding me? My dad would ground me for the next five years if I got caught. And you know I love you guys but I can barely deal with Steve gushing over you on a normal day, let alone one where you actually look hot.”

“Awwww, you think I’m hot?” Eddie cooed, laughing at the way it made her cringe.

She was already gathering everything back up into her makeup bag, trying and failing to hide her little smile, “Don’t push it.”

But he did, of course he did, the whole way back to the Wheeler house, earning himself a sharp pinch to his arm more than once. He dropped her off at home, promising that they would call her first thing in the morning to say how it went. Then he picked up his boys and the four of them were off, all of them excited out of their minds.

Eddie had never imagined that he would be playing on a real stage, in a real city. It had been a silly little radio contest for a charity event, first five callers got the privilege to audition to be a one-time opener for Metallica, a band that Eddie adored but the rest of the world hadn’t seemed to have caught on to yet. It was a one-time thing, paired with some great luck for the station to catch them for a single night before their next album release. But still, it was a big deal, especially for people like them that had less than zero connections. Steve was the one who insisted that they call in. Eddie had just never thought that they would have actually won.

But they had, and the prize was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to meet a band that Eddie just knew was going to be huge one day. Plus, free hotel rooms for the weekend? What more could a guy ask for?

It was a fun drive, of course it was. You couldn’t get Eddie, Freak, Gareth, and Jeff in a room together without it being a blast. The only problem was that he already missed Steve. Which was, admittedly, stupid as fuck considering that he’d see him in a matter of hours. He just hated that he had to sneak out for this. Or more aptly, he hated that his parents forced him to sneak out for this. But they had a good plan here.

He’d lie and say he was going to bed early to prepare some bullshit elaborate date for Nancy, one that would involve him being gone for all of Saturday. He’d sneak out his window by seven, drive the two hours to be there just in time for the curtains opening at nine-thirty. Then they’d spend the night together like they had been every night for years, his parents none the wiser.

The shitheads.

Saturday night and Sunday would be a little trickier, but Steve was coasting off the fact that his parents usually forgot to say goodbye when they left for a trip. They had a red-eye flight at 3 am, and Nancy was already prepped to make a fake phone call to ask if he could stay for dinner Saturday. With any luck, they would forget about him entirely, both of them too tired to think about the fact that they wouldn't have seen their son for nearly two days. The last bit was more of a gamble, but Steve wasn’t about to let his parents' wrath ruin his shot at a romantic and paid-for weekend with his boyfriend. Besides, when it came to Nancy, his mom basically never questioned anything. Hell, she was basically on the edge of planning their fucking wedding at this point, beyond ecstatic that Steve had finally gotten himself a permanent girlfriend.

God, that girl really was a lifesaver. Eddie was almost surprised at just how much he liked her, and not even because she was beyond useful when it came to hiding their relationship. She was just…kind of cool? He didn’t know how else to describe it, but her whole gun-toting, no-nonsense, and slightly bitchy persona was really doing it for him. Honestly, on a bad day, Eddie was slightly afraid of her, but he kind of liked that too. The fact that she could go from scarily intense to sarcastically hilarious just equated to a winning personality in his book. And that wasn’t even counting how happy she made Steve, and vice versa.

Sometimes he’d wander into the room that they were supposed to be studying in, only to find the two of them completely off the rails either talking about their shared passion for musicals, high school gossip, or more often than not, Steve Harrington approved seduction methods for her to try out on Jonathan Beyers. Or Tom Cruise, depending on the timing.

They wouldn’t even notice that he walked in most of the time, too caught up in laughing with each other. Maybe it was weird, but sometimes Eddie would just watch them for a minute. Steve would be all giggly and smiling and adorable, and it just made Eddie feel warm. Hell, even seeing Nancy happy was enough to make him smile most days, the girl deserved it after everything she’d been through last year. She was a good person and a good friend. And Eddie was going to get her so many corny Indy souvenirs for covering their asses tonight.

They were all nervous as hell when they finally got there, but actually getting to meet the band while they were setting up went surprisingly well. Though that mostly had to do with the fact that they had prepared for it. They had a fool-proof system of aggressively stepping on each other’s feet when one got a bit too fangirly. And though it left all four with some bruises, it did manage to stop Gareth from telling James Hetfield that he would totally marry him if he was a chick. They made a good impression, Eddie was pretty damn sure of it considering they offered free tickets for their next tour.

It was fun, even if he was still nervous as all hell when it was their time to play. He had never felt this anxious walking out on stage before. Maybe that had to do with the fact that it was a real stage, but still. He wasn’t the type to be nervous about performing at all, whether that be at the Hideout or hopping on lunch tables for an impassioned speech.

He swallowed as he looked out into the crowd, heart pounding in his chest as he realized just how many people were there. It was a far cry from the Hideout where they would be lucky to get ten people to actually notice when they were finished. But this had to be a hundred plus. Eddie’s eyes zeroed into the front row, scanning it for the one thing that could calm him down. It didn’t take long to spot him.

There he was, smack dab in the middle of the row, completely out of place with his adorable pink polo. He was leaning against the railing, hearts in his eyes as he waved up at him. Eddie grinned, his nerves disappearing the second Steve blew him a kiss. Just the sight of him was enough to bring Eddie back down to earth.

He stepped up to the mic, guitar in hand, and started to sing.

Excerpt from chapter 14 of this fic

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readyforthegarden · 6 months

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Breakable Heaven - Part Two

Pairing: Danny Wagner x Female Reader

Synopsis: Being the maid of honor in your best friends wedding is already stressful enough without the best man being the ex-boyfriend who tore your heart to shreds. Stumbling across a dating app with dates for hire, you take a chance, inviting a perfect stranger to pretend to be your boyfriend for the weeklong celebrations. But how long can the charade last when the champagne starts pouring and feelings start growing?

Warnings: drinking, talk of sex, mentions of cheating. 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

WC: 4458

“So now that we have our relationship history hammered out, are there any rules you have?” you asked, sweeping the makeup brush across your closed eyelid, leaving a pale pink in its wake.

“Rules? Oh um…” Danny leaned against the table, already showered and dressed for dinner. You were sitting in your robe and hot rollers, waiting for them to set as you did your makeup. “Really I’ve never done this before. I was just tired of my friends ragging on me for being single, so I used this as a way to go on dates without the risk of being tied down.”

“Not a fan of commitment?” Danny shrugged at your question.

“My last relationship wasn’t amazing. I just wanted to take some time for myself for a little bit, but they’re all partnered up and want to double date and feel bad leaving me out of couples activities.” he reached over, picking up one of your single shadows, popping open the top. He turned the small circular pod in his hands, watching the iridescent shimmer pick up the light coming from the windows. “They mean well, and truth be told, I do like dating, I just don’t want something serious right now.”

“I get that.” you nodded, following suit with the pale pink on the other eye. Danny watched you blend the pressed powder onto your skin before you picked up a fluffier brush with a slightly darker shade, blending it into the crease. “I’m sorry your last relationship was rough. You seem like a really great guy so far.”

“I could say the same for you,” Danny breathed out a small chuckle. “Yours was so bad you hired a fake boyfriend.” you paused your blending, glancing up at him with a smarmy look.

“Maybe we will have a fight and you’ll sleep on the couch.”

“I just mean that whatever this Gavin guy put you through must’ve been really hard.” you pushed your tongue against the back of your teeth, switching eyes again and continuing your process.

“He cheated on me.” you finally mumbled, deciding Danny should know your background a bit in order to really play your fake boyfriend. “I came home early from a work trip, got a cab home to surprise him, crawled into bed, my bed, by the way, in my own apartment, and instead of cuddling him, I was cuddling some woman who was sleeping on my pillow.” Danny grimaced, clearing his throat.

“Yeah…no I think you win.” he said as you set down your brush. Looking up at him with a tight smile, you shrugged. Danny watched as your eyes fell, your mind swirling around one of the worst nights of your life. Without thinking, he took a finger, swirling the pad of it in the sparkling shadow in his hands before using his pinky to lift your chin up. “I think your look needs some of this.” he gently tapped his finger on your left eyelid before dipping back into the shadow and going back in on the right eye. When he was done, he had you turn towards the mirror, checking his handiwork.

“I think you were right.” you smiled up at him. “Anyway, like I said earlier, I’m not trying to make him jealous. I just didn't want to face this alone. The pity looks and pats on the shoulders…no thanks.”

“I get that.” Danny closed the pod of eyeshadow, the plastic snap echoing in the room. There was a silence between the two of you as you continued your makeup, adding a thin black sweep of eyeliner across your lash lines. “I guess, no sex.”

“What?” your brows crinkled, confused at his words.

“The rules,” he set down the shadow on the table and folded his arms over his chest. “I guess having sex would muddle this business arrangement. Kissing is okay, it’s a part of the act.”

“Oh yes, of course.” you laughed, more at yourself for forgetting your own question. Looking back in the mirror, you began applying your mascara. “No sex.”

“That’s really it, I think…” Danny shrugged. “All other boyfriend duties are on the table.”

“One rule, should be simple to follow.” you agreed, screwing the top back onto your mascara tube and picking up your loose powder to set your face before swiping a nude lipstick over your lips. “Okay, give me five minutes for my hair and to get into my dress and we can head down.” Danny nodded as you got up from the table, leaving your makeup clutter all over it before turning on your heel and going into the bedroom, shutting the double doors and heading for the bathroom.

Slipping off your robe, you took your dress off the hanger on the back of the door. The dusty rose satin slid over your body as you stepped into it, tugging it up your legs and torso, sliding your arms through the thin straps. You only got the zipper part-way up your back, but moved on to your hair, figuring Danny could help you. After carefully unrolling your hair and playing with it so the loose waves sat just right as they cascaded over your shoulders, you set it in place with some hairspray and stood back, taking it all in. Danny had been right about the light smattering of iridescent shimmer on your eyelids, making your irises pop from beneath your dark lashes.

“Hey Danny?” you called out as you stepped out of the bathroom, towards the double doors. He was standing near the couch, fastening a watch around his wrist as you opened them, concentrating on not catching his arm hair in between the thick links of the band. “Hey, can you zip this the rest of the way for me?”

“Sure,” you stood in front of him, turning around and gathering your hair out of the way. Danny’s knuckles grazed between your shoulder blades as he held the top together. Feeling the other hand gently drag up the zipper, the dress tightened to your body more, and you let your free hand smooth it down over your torso. “All set.” he let go and you stepped away, turning back to face him. He had changed shirts while you finished getting ready, leaving behind the maroon button down for a black one, tucked into a pair of black trousers.

“You clean up nice.” you smiled up at him, making him grin.

“You do too.” he replied, stepping back to get a full view as you slipped into your heels. “Actually, no you need to change.”

“What?! Why?” you looked up at him incredulously as he just smirked.

“You’re gonna outshine the bride.” rolling your eyes, you leaned against the back of the couch, crossing your legs buckling the straps around your ankles.

“Save the flattery for the party.” you moved past him once your shoes were on, grabbing the clutch you’d gotten to match and grabbing a few things from your normal bag, tossing them in. “Are you ready?” Danny nodded just as your phone pinged while you reached for it, Olivia’s name popping up above a message.

‘Gavin is here, heads up.’ your heart sank a bit, knowing it was finally here. You’d successfully avoided him since your breakup, skirting out of parties and events where the two of you would have to be in the same room as soon as you spotted him.

“Are you ready?” Danny asked quietly. Looking at him, you rolled your shoulders back, putting your phone on silent and tucking it into your bag. You’d brought him here for a reason, and it wasn’t to shy away from everything Oliva, Mike, and her family had in store for the week.

“Yes.” you moved past Danny heading to the door and pulling it open with a little too much conviction, stumbling back in your heels as it swung into towards you. Suddenly a hand was on your waist, and you tilted your head back to see Danny laughing down at you.

“It’s gonna be fine.” he assured you. “Now let me be a gentleman and get the door.” You let go of the handle as Danny’s free hand took hold of the door above your lead, keeping it open for you to walk into the hallway. Making sure there was a key card in your bag, you snapped the clutch shut just as Danny closed the door to your room. It was only the two of you in the hallway, yet he still slid an arm behind you, his hand resting gingerly on the curve of your waist.

You supposed it was in case anyone came out of their rooms as you were walking, and silently gave him a gold star for thinking about that. Especially with how warm his large hand was against the cool, thin satin of your dress. Reaching the stairs, you nearly whined at the loss of his toasty grip, but instead he took your hand, helping guide you down the stone steps in your heels.

“God, you’re a perfect gentleman.” you laughed under your breath as he helped you down the last step. His hand stayed laced in yours as you made your way towards the vineyards in-house restaurant and bar.

“I may not be here specifically to make anyone jealous,” Danny leaned down to speak softly in your ear. “But I can still let everyone know that you certainly upgraded from your ex.” A pink tinge heated up your cheeks as you looked up into his hazel eyes, and he gave you a soft wink. Entering the restaurant, you were greeted by the hostess, who led you over to the large banquet table towards the back, sectioned off by an archway from the rest of the large dining room.

“Oh my gosh!” Olivia squealed when she caught sight of you and Danny, running over in her bright white off-the-shoulder cocktail dress. A string of pearls rested along her collarbone delicately, matching the large studs in her ear. Her hair was now pulled back in a low bun, showing off her tanned and toned shoulders. “You look so pretty! And Danny, you look very handsome.”

“Thank you,” Danny smiled, smoothing a hand down his black button down. “I had to try and compare to her.” he squeezed your hand gently, tugging you into his side. You let yourself wrap an arm around him, hugging him and looking up, playing your part of the happy couple.

“Oh stop, baby.” you giggled. “You’re too sweet.” Danny just leaned down, rubbing the tip of his nose against yours.

“Both of you stop it,” Olivia jokingly said. “Mike and I are supposed to be the ones who are so sickeningly in love, you’re gonna make us look bad.”

“Can’t help it,” Danny laughed. “But we’ll try and tone it down.”

“I’m just joking!” Olivia waved her hand dismissively in front of her face. “Anyway, come on, they just brought out the hor’devours.” Danny kept his hand on your back, guiding you as you both followed Olivia to your seats. It seemed like you were the last ones to show up, the table nearly full. You temporarily departed from Danny’s side, saying hello to Olivia’s parents, thanking them for everything they’d done for the wedding so far. As you walked back to the empty chair, you noticed Danny still standing. You gave him a questioning look as he just smiled before pulling out your chair for you.

“Do you think we’re laying it on a little thick too soon?” you leaned into him once he sat down, whispering lowly.

“If anyone asks, I’m just nervous and trying to make a good impression on your friends.” Danny whispered back. “Go with the flow, okay?” Nodding, you turned back to the table, noting your wine glass had been filled with a white wine during the small conversation. As you picked up the glass to take a sip, your eyes caught another’s. Bright green eyes stared at you from under light brown hair, unmistakable as you had stared into those eyes for nearly five years.

“That him?” Danny leaned in close, reaching over for his own glass of wine. Tilting your head you confirmed it quietly. Danny cleared his throat, leaning back in his chair as he sipped the wine, his left arm coming to rest on the back of your chair. It took a moment for you to gauge, but you noticed that you were suddenly a few inches to the right of your place setting, closer to Danny’s side.

“Did you just-” you were cut off by a waiter reaching between your bodies, setting a dinner plate on the charger three inches to your left. Pan-seared scallops sat on a bed of mixed greens, a lemon infused garlic butter sauce drizzled on top with a side of pasta tossed in the same sauce. Mouth watering, you nearly groaned out loud when Mike stood from his seat, tapping the side of his knife against his wine glass.

“Now that everyone is here, I’d like to say a few words.” he began, smiling at everyone. “Olivia and I are so grateful to everyone for coming to help us celebrate this week. It truly means the most to us that our closest family and friends are here to support us as we approach our wedding. We have a lot of fun in store for you all, and Olivia will email out the itinerary to you all tomorrow morning. But for tonight, let’s enjoy our dinner, have a few drinks, and reconnect.” feeling a set of eyes on you made your skin prickle, and you attempted to ignore it, raising your glass with everyone else in cheers to Mike’s speech.

Everyone was quick to tuck into their food, the scallops just barely steaming still on the plates. A low hum of general chatter filtered through the dining room, friends and vaguely familiar strangers getting acquainted. It wasn’t until you had taken an entire forkful of pasta into your mouth that Olivia’s mom cleared her throat, directing her attention to you while saying your name.

“How did you and Danny meet?” your mouth worked overtime to chew quickly, but you didn’t need to worry, Danny was ready to perform.

“We met at a bar my band was playing at.” Danny answered, a grin on his face. “I saw her almost as soon as she walked in, and kept looking at her from my kit. I almost yelled at our singer to move when he blocked her.”

“You’re in a band?” Olivia’s voice was surprised, her foot coming to tap on yours from across the table.

“Yeah, I’m a drummer.” Olivia turned to you directly, her eyes gleaming.

“A drummer?!” she mouthed with a wink, the tip of her shoe jabbing at your ankle as she winked and wiggled her eyebrows.

“When we were done with our set, I lost her. I looked crazy going around the bar looking for her. I gave up and went to get a drink, thinking she had gone home, when the bartender set a beer in front of me and told me it was covered. I asked by who, and he nodded behind me and when I turned around, there she was, holding another one.” Danny’s left hand reached out, resting on top of yours on the table and squeezing gently.

“We spent the whole night talking, I’m pretty sure his bandmates are still mad they had to take apart and load his drum kit by themselves.” you laughed as Danny shrugged, making a very unconvincing sheepish face. “Before we left I just knew I had to see him again, so I asked him to dinner and now we’re here.”

“And how long have you been together, now?” Mike asked curiously. Shit, you hadn’t thought to nail down a timeline in your talks earlier.

“Oh, um….” you floundered, looking over to Danny with wide eyes. He met you with a similar expression, his mouth open.

“I think it’s about six months, now?” Danny’s face changed to look like he was trying to figure out a complex math equation. You nodded along, turning your hand around under his and slipping your fingers through the spaces, squeezing back.

“It feels like twenty seconds,” you smiled, keeping your eyes on him in case your lie wasn’t convincing.

“Sometimes twenty years,” Danny laughed, leaning over and pressing a kiss to your forehead. It was something innocent yet still in front of all of those people, made you blush, a small flutter in your heart that was hard to ignore accompanying it. More ankle kicks from across the table had you turning to Olivia who was grinning.

“That’s how it feels with Mike!” she enthusiastically replied, wrapping her arms around one his, hugging him. “Like we’ve known each other forever and not long enough at all.” Mike copied Danny’s actions, kissing Olivia’s temple with a smile.

“And Gavin, when is your partner getting here?” Olivia’s mom turned to her right, leaning forward to speak down the table. You couldn’t decide if you should pay attention to him when he spoke or keep focused on your plate.

“She’ll be here on Wednesday, she had a few work meetings she couldn’t miss.” Gavin answered, and it was then you looked up, noting the empty seat next to him.

“And when did you two meet?” Olivia’s sweet smile was gone, replaced with one that made you reach your leg out under the table and give her shin a swift, hard nudge.

“About a year ago.” Gavin sniffed, now doing everything in his power to avoid your eyes.

“Are you sure?” Olivia pressed. “I feel like you’ve been with Naomi for longer.”

“Liv,” you heard Mike express her name lowly, like a warning, and you stared at her, shaking your head as imperceptibly as possible. She and Mike exchanged words quietly with their heads together before she rolled her eyes and shot you an annoyed look.

“It’s been a year.” Gavin confirmed quietly, glancing at you quickly then back to his plate. An awkward lull settled over the table until one of the other groomsmen spoke up, asking Danny about his music, picking the chatter back up.

After dinner, most everyone made their way over to the bar area, having a few more drinks before ending their night. Danny found himself leaning against the bar, watching you and Olivia talk to a few other bridesmaids. Something was happening that you were excited about, the way your eyes were dancing as you spoke, a smile on your face.

He found himself thinking about how pretty you looked, how you were glowing under the warm lighting. Your waves had become more loose over the evening, cascading down your back, a slight frizz appearing from the humidity of the room. Your cheeks were still blushed with pink, more from the wine in your glass now than early when it had been from his pretend affections. How anyone could treat someone so stunning so poorly, Danny couldn’t answer. If you had been his, he wouldn’t do anything to risk losing you.

“Can I get a scotch?” Danny glanced next to him, seeing Gavin addressing the bartender, who had just set Danny’s beer bottle down. Gavin glanced at Danny, who was now focused again on you. “A word of advice, don’t get too attached.” It took Danny a moment to realize Gavin was speaking to him, and he decided not to even look at him when he replied.

“I don’t recall asking for any advice.” Danny hummed, taking a sip of his cold beer. “I will, however, ask you not to comment on my relationship.” if Gavin heard him, he acted like he didn’t, continuing.

“Listen, as someone who has first-hand knowledge, it’s just not going to be worth it.” Gavin shrugged. “She gets boring fast. I’m surprised we lasted as long as we did.” Danny set his beer down on the bar, and finally turned to Gavin, keeping himself level as the anger in his body radiated. Who was this man to speak about you this way, after what he did?

“I’ll say this once and won’t repeat myself.” Danny stepped closer to Gavin, who stood squarely, barely coming to Danny’s chin in height. “Keep her name out of your mouth this week. Do whatever you have to do as the best man next to her, but if I hear you talk shit about her, or do something to her, I won’t use my words to warn you. Got it?” The two men stared each other down, or well, Danny stared Gavin down as Gavin glowered up at him.

“Everything okay?” you broke the two from their showdown as you set your empty wine glass on the bar. Danny smiled at you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into his side, planting a kiss on your lips.

“Just fine, honey” he answered when he pulled away, smiling at your surprised and breathless expression. “Right Gav?”

“Right.” Gavin nodded, taking the scotch the bartender set for him and walking away as Danny shot him a glare.

“What was that?” you asked Danny, letting him continue to hold you. Danny tore his eyes away from Gavin’s retreating back, and down to you again, shaking his head and taking another sip of his beer.

“Don’t worry about it.” he replied. Deciding to trust him, you shrugged and shook your head when the bartender asked if you wanted another drink.

“I’m actually getting really tired, I’m going to head upstairs.” Danny discarded his half full beer, nodding.

“I’ll come with you.” Much like before, he helped you up the stone staircase, holding your hand to keep you from wobbling after your few glasses of wine. Once back in the room, you leaned against the arm of the couch in the living area, unbuckling your heels and tossing them away from you, one by one.

“Danny, could you?” turning your back to him, you swept your hair over your shoulder, showing him the zipper. Without a word, Danny moved to you, dutifully pulling down the zipper until the light pink lace of your strapless bra peeked out from the split material. “Thanks,” he watched as you moved towards the bedroom, going to change and closing French doors behind you. Flicking the bedside lamp on, you began to undress.

As you slipped out of your dress and grabbed the sleep clothes you had laid out, you called out to him.

“So what did Gavin say to make you look like you wanted to launch him into the next decade?” you asked, unclasping your bra and letting it fall to the floor, sighing softly in relief. Outside the doors, Danny leaned against the back of the couch, crossing his arms over his chest.

“It really was nothing,” Danny tried assuring you. He didn’t want to repeat what the bastard had said. He wanted to spare your feelings after a hit so soon into the trip.

“Danny, I’ve known you for twelve hours and I can already tell you’re lying.” you laughed softly as you pulled on the soft cotton sleep shorts and tank top, moving to the bathroom and grabbing a washcloth and your makeup remover. Opening the French doors, you rolled your eyes at a still silent Danny, moving around him and plopping on the couch.

“He said he was surprised you two lasted as long as you did and that he got bored with you fairly quickly.” Danny kept his head down, not daring to turn and face you. He didn’t want to see the look on your face after a blow that low.

“Huh,” was all you said, nearly forcing Danny to turn his head to you.

“That doesn’t make you mad?” you just shrugged, focusing on dampening your washcloth with makeup remover.

“I mean, I just think that’s rich, considering most of our relationship, he was a full-time unpaid intern and I was working two jobs on top of classes to support us both.” you scoffed, wiping your face with the washcloth.

“Really?” Danny asked, unfolding his arms and turning around fully, grasping the back of the couch.

“Yup.” you replied, popping the ‘p’. “Well, I shouldn’t say it like I solely supported us. His dad gave him an allowance every month, and Gavin made sure we were stocked up on video games, designer sneakers and literally anything other than heat, water, electricity and groceries.”

“Can I please go deck him?” Danny sighed.

“As much as I would like to say yes, and Olivia would agree, I don’t think she’d like him to have a black eye in her wedding photos.”

“What if I could promise to get a really great editor on those photos?” Danny attempted to reason as you shook your head.

“Maybe during the reception.” Danny patted the couch victoriously before turning and going into the bedroom himself, closing the doors behind him as you continued wiping your face. Danny changed quickly, opening the doors just as you were ready to wash your face. The two of you moved around each other in a comfortable silence, until you ended up brushing your teeth side-by-side in the bathroom. It wasn’t until you were pulling back the blankets on the bed that Danny paused and spoke again.

“I can sleep on the couch still, if you don’t feel comfortable sharing the bed.” he stood in his pajama pants and t-shirt, slightly unsure.

“This isn’t the first time I’m crawling into bed with a stranger.” you joked, fluffing one of the pillows on your side. “I’m comfortable with it as long as you are. If it makes you feel better, we can build a pillow wall between us.”

“No, that’s okay.” Danny adjusted his own pillows, settling into his side of the bed. The two of you settled in, and you had to admit you were relieved to see that with both of you in the bed there was still enough room that you could stretch out and barely be touching the other person.

“Goodnight Danny,” you murmured as you reached over and turned your bedside lamp off. You shuffled under the covers, getting comfortable, hearing him do the same.

“Goodnight honey.”

“Honey?”

“I like that name for you, when we’re with your friends.” you heard him shrug under the covers. “Is that okay?” you smiled softly in the dark, it’d been so long since someone had given you a pet name. Even if it was only a ruse, it made your heart flutter.

“Yeah, I’m okay with that.”

“Perfect. Goodnight, honey.” and with that, you and Danny drifted off to sleep.

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shinichiro x reader (she/her)

🌊🏖️ beach day out

genre: fluff

synopsis: you and shinichiro had been together for at least two years. both of you suddenly came across a tiktok video wherein the couples decided to go on a beach. shinichiro thinks its kind of fun to try new things just the both of you.

warning: mentioned of insecurities, and jealous shinichiro coming through!

word count: 1.6k

a/n: this is my first ever fanfiction in tumblr. i'm getting a bit tired in wattpad, so i'm here to try something new. i have also seen a lot of good fanfiction here, i think i'm gonna love it here~

also, i'm open for request. so don't be scared to tell me and i'll do my best to give you what you need.

again, this is luvvixu and enjoy reading.

song - feels by calvin harris (feat. pharrel williams, katy pery, big sean, funk wav)

"hi, y/n! are you ready now? i'm outside your house." shinichiro smiled widely to himself as he leaned on his motorcycle. he was actually calling you, that's why he's all so smiley.

today was actually the day where he would take you on a day out at the beach, just the two of you. you would not believe that he's been preparing this since last month.

he wants this date to be perfect and memorable. so, he pulled out his most attractive summer button up shirt with flower patterns, along with a bit of loose shorts. he also wears a round hat on his slick back hair and a pair of black sunglasses.

shinichiro looks so handsome.

meanwhile, you are so close to messing up your whole room because you are in a state of franticness. "wait what?! but i'm not done with my makeup, yet!" you panicked, but he only let out a laugh.

"darling, look outside your window." and so you did. you saw him smiling at you as he looked up. blushing, you ended the call and leaned on the railing.

"how long have you been there?" you asked, trying not to squeal and faint because he looked so handsome down there…

oh wait—that came out wrong.

"like fifteen minutes? i don't know. i'm busy calming myself to the point that i lost track of time." shinichiro flushed, he was becoming kind of shy.

"why don't you come here? i might take some time hahaha…" you scratched your head. well, you are not going if you don't make yourself representable to him.

shinichiro did not wait any longer as he enter your house and went straight to your room. he saw you there sitting in front of the mirror as you did your makeup.

"hi. i'm sorry if i make you wait." you smile sheepishly. shinichiro just brushed it off as he sat on your bed, observing you through the mirror as you curled your lashes.

"nah, it's alright. that's what boyfriends do. and besides, you're worth the wait." shinichiro smiled softly. he was enjoying watching you do your makeup—no, he loves everything you do.

"i just noticed, you actually wore the shirt i brought one time! i thought you don't like the design?" you teased him as you reminisced the moment he accompanied you to the mall. you made him try different clothes, which he didn't complain at first.

but then you came across a summer polo, and you found it really cute and cool on him. so you made him try. shinichiro was trying not to disagree with your decision because you looked so happy when you showed it to him.

however, you noticed it. but in the end, you still bought it for him and never expected him to actually wear it.

shinichiro scoffs as he makes his way towards you to give you a big back hug. "you bought it for me, of course i would wear it. i love everything you gave to me."

you smile at him through the mirror. you gave shinichiro a soft peck on his lips, thanking him for his kind words. with that, you bring your attention back to your makeup.

"you know, sweetheart, you already look beautiful when you wear makeup. but if that's what makes you happy, i'll always support you. hell, we could even do each other's eyeliner!"

your eyes lit up at his idea. "we should definitely do!" you try not to smile too widely as you were applying your lipstick.

shinichiro was still watching you intensely through the mirror. he loved the way you parted your lips. he loved the way you ran your tongue on your lips and then bite it. he loved the way you smacked your lips as your eyes were half lidded, a sign that you are focusing.

god, he loves everything about you.

you suddenly turn your face to him, leaving only an inch between your lips as you did not realize that his face was so close to the point that you were about to kiss.

"hey y/n, your lipstick had smudged." shinichiro whispered huskily out of the sudden.

"wha—hmph!" he suddenly put his hand on your cheek and pull you into a deep and passionate kiss.

at first, you were taken back, but then eventually melt and kiss him back. shinichiro smiled through the kiss as he deepen it even more. his hands goes under your shirt and crawled to get a grip on your curves then your spine.

you suck a breath at his warm hands enticing you the way you like it. "s–shin..." you let out a soft moan, making shinichiro more determined to kiss you.

shinichiro temporarily broke the kiss to stare at your flushed face and smudge lipstick. "god, look at you. such a pretty mess." he couldn't contain the butterfly on his stomach. you could see in his eye on how shiny you are, it reflects even if darkness was occured.

you push his chest lightly as both of you pant after kissing like two wild beast. shinichiro was about to dive in once more when you put a hand on his mouth.

"shin, later. you're ruining my lipstick." you said, a bit playfully. you know shinichiro hates it when you teases him by being a cockblocker.

shinichiro roll his eyes. "who cares? i can make your lips red even without those." he grumbles, making you blushed heavily.

your boyfriend smirked victoriously at you adorable reaction. he move closer just to squish your red cheeks with his big yet slim and veiny hands.

"ahh, is someone blushing? hmm, i wonder who that is~" butterflies starts to act like they are in a sanctuary when shinichiro use his baby talk voice at you.

"hush! enough with that!" bashfully, you finally unleashed yourself on his manly grip.

shinichiro was left laughing while you tried so hard to ignore him as you fixes your makeup after that steamy make out session.

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"shin, come here! let me put you some sunscreen!" you motioned him to come closer to you as you were seated under a big umbrella.

shinichiro rose up from the water, with his white shirt sticking on his stomach. you unconsciously raise your eyebrow as your eyes trailed on his visible abs.

"you should come with me to the water, it's cold there!" shinichiro excited ran to you.

you guided him to sit in front of you as he lifted up his wet shirt. "i'll join you later. the sun was still too hot for me." you pour a sunscreen on your hand and gently apply it to his skin are.

he turn his head to you and flashes a smile. "oh, come on. once you're in the water, you can't feel the heat anymore."

you think for a moment. "alright, just let me change my clothes." you patted his back, telling that you're already done applying sunscreen into him. you headed to your bag to put all of the valuable items inside.

while you're busy, shinichiro took the time to examines you from top to the bottom. you're wearing black crop top with thin cardigan and a pair of short jeans. overall, you absolutely looked so beautiful.

"i thought that is your swimwear." shinichiro pointed at your clothes.

you merely shooked your head, still busy. but now you're looking for your swimwear. "nope. i got separate clothes for swimming. these are only my beach outfit—ooh, found it!" you cheered as you found your swimwear.

"i'll be back, babe. don't miss me too much." you give him a quick peck on his cheek and smile smugly before running away to the nearest bathroom.

it took shinichiro a few seconds to recover from your mischievousness. "that girl—hayst! she should've kiss me on my lips!"

meanwhile, you are changing into your swimwear while humming your currently favorite song you just discovered.

today is the day where you're going to wear your latest swimsuit. it was a black one piece swimsuit that hugged your curves. you pause and stood in front of the mirror. your eyes landed on your body with insecurity on your eyes.

"huh? am i gaining weight again?" you mumbled as you wrapped your arms around your stomach. you stood there for like a few minutes as you were scared to go out.

what if someone laughed at me? i don't want to embarrass myself.

you were about to change your clothes back when a picture of shinichiro smiling at you flashes in your mind. unconsciously, your arms that has been wrapped on your stomach slowly drops.

that's right, you remember. shinichiro has been really happy about the two of you going out and spend time together at the beach. you wouldn't want to ruin that happiness of him just because of your insecurities.

and besides, shin would always tell you how much beautiful you are. you know that he would do anything, anything, just to give the world you deserve.

so, with a shaky breathe, you swallowed your pride and let your body be who they were. "okay y/n, you got this. if you don't want to do it for yourself, then do it for shin." you patter your cheeks slightly to bring out your remaining confidence.

before you get out, you made sure to wear your thin cardigan again. once last peak at yourself and you're ready to go.

...

shinichiro was still at his spot for like fifteen minutes. he was waiting for you, but he was slowly loosing his patience because he was worried for you.

through his vision, he tried to look over you but failed miserably. you're easy to spot but not with this crowd. shinichiro puts a hand into his temple to soothe the throbbing headache.

"i can't wait any longer!" shinichiro suddenly lashes out as he grab your bag and started to find you.

and there he saw you, talking with some guy he doesn't know. shinichiro slowed his movements as he was inspecting you. based on your body move, your hands are secretly fidgeting in front if you and you tried to play with the hem of your cardigan.

it's a sign that you don't feel comfortable.

so, being a worried boyfriend he is, he ran over you and put his arms around your waist.

"s–shin! you're here." you get startled by his sudden appearance.

"oh, is this...?" the man suddenly becomes hesitant.

shinichiro raised his eyebrow as he tighten the grip on your waist and pulls you more closer to him. "her boyfriend? yes, i am."

"a–ah...is that so. i guess i'll just see you around, y/n." with that, the man left without any second glances back.

shinichiro pulled you towards the place where there's less people as he wanted to have a privacy with you.

your boyfriend drew a sigh and chew his inner cheeks, a habit of his whenever he feels annoyed. "so this is why you took some time changing..." he started. and no, he was not angry at you, it's not your fault.

it's just, he doesn't like it when someone hit on you, not on his watch.

you turn your direction to him and cup his cheeks to loosen the tension on his face. "are you perhaps...jealous?"

shinichiro scoffed. "i am. now, who is he?"

you were taken aback by his bold and direct confirmation that he's jealous. "don't worry, he's just some guy who confesses to me before. i don't hold any interest on him other than you."

your words made his eyes go soft as he engulf you into a hug, burying his face on the crook of your bare neck.

"s–shin—?!"

"shh. let me have this. i was really worried for you earlier. i thought you got lost of something." he mumbles on you neck.

you let out a small sigh then crack up a smile. "i'm sorry. actually, the real reason why i took some time was because i feel insecure on my body." you said as you started playing in his hair.

shinichiro lifted his head to look into your eyes, directly. "why? your body is beautiful. there's is nothing wrong with it and i love every inch of your body." he said, looking straightly into your eyes.

"but—"

"ah, ah, ah. there's no any counterattacks for that information. so don't try to argue with me, my adorable red cheeks." he lovingly hugs you like you were a soft teddy bear.

your mood is starting to feel better, you cupped his cheeks. "thank you, shin. you always made me feel so wanted. i've never been treated this right." you gave him a peck on his lips. shinichiro purse his lips, asking for more.

you giggled to yourself and give him many kisses he wants. just when he's about to deepen it, you suddenly pull away leaving him disappointed.

"why? you don't like my kisses anymore?"

"shut up, i love it dearly. just not here, shin. we're in public, and i don't want to wake up with us being viral on internet just because we make out." you playfully roll your eyes, but you're not lying tho. you are scared that you might get caught.

"but i really want to continue our lips collision." your boyfriend pouts. he was about to take you into another kiss again when you move your face away from him, laughing.

"don't laugh! give me your kisses or i'm not going to buy you some crepe cakes!" he whines.

you smirked. "i can buy crepe cakes on my own."

"i'm not gonna drive you to the mall!"

"i know how to commute." you said for the last time, still laughing as his face slowly shows some dismay. that's when you started to get serious.

you finally let go of your playful expression. "okay, i'm sorry. look shin, i really want to fulfill your wants but not here. i thought we're going to have fun in the water?"

"oh? so you wanna do it on the water?" suddenly, it was his turn to become playful, raising his eyebrow.

your face turns sour immediately. "ew gross. i might form a rock of salt down there if we do it. so hard pass, don't wanna get that."

shinichiro just laughed loudly while you sighed to yourself. he's being a jerk, isn't he?

you glared at him as he was still laughing down to the ground. for sure there's tears lingering on his eyes.

a bulb of idea suddenly popped into your head.

"hey shin." you called his attention.

"what?" shinichiro watches you keenly as you slowly pushes him towards the wall, seductively circles his chest.

"i feel like suffocating on this swimsuit. so i was thinking..." you trailed off.

you grabbed his hand to put it on your flushed cheeks. "would you do the honor to let me breathe?"

shinichiro's breathing becomes shaky, probably due to enticement you're giving. he could feel himself loosing as he dives into your luring eyes even more.

he gulped. "o–of course, darling. what do you want me to d–do?"

a ghostly smile appears on your lips. your eyes tell him about the things you want to do together.

"can we go and buy some ice cream? i think i'm suffocating because of the heat and dehydration—probably cravings too."

shinichiro looked at you in disbelief. he was thinking of something else. that's why gou knew he was very disappointed.

you just let out a laugh as you close him mouth before a fly go straight into his wide open mouth. "i'm so sorry, shin. really, i promised that later, i would let you do whatever you want to me."

with that, you started to run away towards the near ice cream stall.

"y/n! i swear to god! you've been teasing me many times today!" shinichiro chased you as you scream in joy, running even more faster.

"i love you, shin!"

"don't you dare to change the topic—damn it! i love you too!"

[unedited]

#shinichiro #shinichiro fluff #tokyo revengers #shinichiro x reader #shinichiro sano #fanfic #luvvixu #anime #fluff

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aguamarinee · 10 months

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➪ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Yuma × reader

➪ 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluffy make out session (?)

➪ 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: reader is running late from an important first meeting, but she's in desperate need of a thing that turns out momentarily only Yuma can provide. Good thing she doesn't have to ask permission from him.

➪ 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭: "Baby said, 'When you're talking, I go dead. Shut your mouth, give me your head.' "

➪ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 2,1k

It was the early evening and the sunset was already present on the young night sky.

Crimson mixed with a bit of copper on the lower outside layers of the vault above.

I could only see from the window now, but I was preparing to leave the apartment in about 5 minutes so I was excited to walk in the last warming rays of the Sun.

Also, what if my date greets me in the sunset— that would be so romantic!

Of course, a girl can dream but the possibility is there...

I was in the bathroom, daydreaming while doing the last touches on my makeup; nothing too fancy or out of the ordinary for a first date but I wanted a bit darker eyeshadow and a longer, cat-like eyeliner in the corner of my eyes, to posses a rather sultry stare. I'm not sure if I achieved it though.

I was in a cheerful mood since I had a good feeling about this date, and the whole setting where he asked to meet up was very fitting for my tastes as well.

So I'd really like it if everything could go well this time!

"Hey, watch your hands, you're about to eat your lipstick!" I heard Yuma say with a grin from the doorway; he was at my apartment since I entrusted him to watch it until I'm home, or if I don't arrive home today, then he's free to sleep here.

We've had this kind of mutual agreement since years ago, just for safety.

He's also entrusted with my one and only spare key for the flat, so that proves my trust even further.

I always try to hold him accountable for some minor things, but only as a lighthearted joke of course.

Usually, he does a good job guarding my property so it's more like an inside joke between us.

And it's no different this time.

Yuma was watching me intently since I told him to be early, and at this point, he was just waiting for me to leave.

I introduced the situation to him a week ago, he wasn't exactly thrilled or anything, but he did listen to my ramblings about the guy which is nice coming from him.

I'm sure towards the end of the week he just wished for me to shut up but I couldn't help being more and more excited as the weekend was nearing.

"Hmm, on second thought I don't want to wear lipstick, that would look too much, as if I'm trying too hard..." I pondered to myself but loud enough for Yuma to hear too.

"You are trying a bit too hard." He laughed and crossed his arms in front of his chest while he replied sassily.

"Lipgloss will do the trick! And at least he will focus more on my lips." I gave him a look through the mirror then I rummaged through my makeup bag to find a suitable pinkish lipgloss.

"Yeah, whatever." He huffed and rolled his eyes, a small smile still present on his face.

He seemed a bit down today, he didn't have a lot of his usual witty remarks or persona, but I figured he was just tired since nowadays he opted to work part-time on Saturdays as well, to earn some extra cash.

When I finally found a lipgloss that seemed good enough, as I started to apply the product, while concentrating, a quiet ringing sound interrupted me.

"Oh, looks like my coffee is done." Yuma looked behind him towards the cozy living room which was connected to a small American kitchen, then pushed himself away from the doorway to get his drink.

When did he put up a coffee?

I didn't even notice...

And why didn't he make one for me?

I lightly shrugged my shoulders as he walked away, familiar enough with his habits.

Never mind, I just realized that I brushed my teeth so that my breath will smell nice, and by drinking coffee I don't think it would last long.

And I don't want to seem like a caffeine addict, at least not on the first date.

I turned back to the mirror and as I finished applying the subtle lipgloss and glanced at my whole look in the mirror, I frowned.

I feel like even this gloss is too much, I don't like this either.

But I know I have to put something on my lips, I don't want to go bare, it's just... I need something very subtle and barely noticeable, but my mouth still has to look fresh and moisturized.

I rummaged through my makeup bag once again as the idea of chapstick came to mind, but I just couldn't find it.

Wait... That was the thing I forgot to buy last time!

I remember thinking very hard about something while writing my shopping list but it never occurred to me in the end.

Even when I walked beside a whole aisle full of lip and moisturizer products in the drugstore.

And it's been what, like a week since then?

I haven't had a chapstick for two weeks and I'm just realizing it now... Talk about trying too hard.

I sighed loudly as my thoughts came to a conclusion and hurriedly shutting my makeup bag and turning the light off in the bathroom I jogged outside to the living room.

Yuma sipped on his coffee casually, sitting at the end of the comfortable couch and barely even noticed me rushing out.

Only when I hastily called his attention.

"Yuma, where's your chapstick?" I asked out of the blue, while I put my keys, my wallet, and other all-time needs into my purse.

He always uses pretty nice flavors so I know I can trust him with this too.

And this is an emergency right now.

"Oh, it's on me." He said nonchalantly, waving his hand away as if it weren't that important.

"Okay, then give it to me." I told him clearly, getting a bit impatient.

I thought he meant he has it with him right now, so why doesn't he just want to hand it to me?

Or is he annoying me on purpose? I can't decide.

I mean yes, I usually don't ask such things from him, but he knows that this is crucial at the moment.

"No, I mean it's on my lips. But I left the thing at home." He turned to me finally and looked me in the eyes seriously.

"Oh Yuma, come on! I'll have to leave the house in five! Don't mess with me!" When I realized what he meant I lightly stomped my foot.

I'm really going to be late. Without nice lips.

"Then come here, we'll solve it differently." He stood up and took a step towards me, then stretched his hands in my direction, trying to bring me closer.

I held my purse in my hand and walked closer to him with a skeptical expression.

I watched him put down his coffee cup — which was actually mine, because he took it from my counter —, then he delicately put his hands on my cheeks, bringing me closer and after a glance of silent permission he gently put his lips onto mine, perfectly aligned.

I was at a loss for words in the first few seconds because I would have never expected this 'solution' from him, but whatever gets the job done.

At least that's what I kept repeating in my head.

A moment later I felt Yuma moving his lips, trying to smudge the chapstick all over my lips.

It occurred to me that I should do something too, so I took a step towards him to feel myself closer and pressed my mouth even closer to his, firmly.

It was to get as much from the chapstick as possible, obviously.

The situation itself was weird; two friends kissing because of something like this, but I didn't hate it.

His lips felt nice and warm on mine, and they had a sweet taste... Or it was just the chapstick he was trying to rub all over me, I didn't know anymore.

In the heat of the moment, I opened my mouth a bit, allowing Yuma more room to move.

He softly caught my top lip between his and seconds later I lightly felt his teeth grazing the same area too.

This is all for the smearing of the chapstick.

When he stopped, it was my time to act and I went for his bottom lip, slightly biting down on it.

This is all for the smearing of the chapstick? Right?

On the other hand, Yuma was still holding my face between his hands so delicately, as if we weren't kissing the daylight out of each other.

...I mean, applying the chapstick on one another.

I thought about giving in and returning the favor, touching his cheeks, or putting my hands around his neck but I didn't want to seem like I'm too into it.

I opted to keep it casual in the end, not showing in further body language that I'm enjoying this.

Well, as casual as this can be — which is obviously not the case —, but at least I didn't initiate more either.

And I'm about to be late from this first date that I oh so anticipated with this guy for a week because I'm kissing my best guy friend on the lips... Because I need his chapstick.

What a lifehack!

We kissed a bit more, and when our lips broke away from each other — just our lips, our faces remained close — I immediately felt the thick blush covering my cheeks, almost exactly where Yuma's hands took place.

We gazed at each other for another couple of long moments, eyes connected as if we were speaking.

I couldn't decide if he was blushing, his face was blank and normal colored, maybe his ears were a bit red?

I was still confused about his solution to my chapstick problem, but one way or another I was grateful.

"...It was just for the chapstick, y'know?" After a seemingly endless silence, Yuma spoke up first, removed one of his hands from my cheek, and put it under my chin.

Then slowly with his other hand, he lightly wiped my bottom lip and the corner of my mouth.

It surprised me, but I didn't show it.

I'm being late. So late.

"Yeah, thanks for the chapstick." I gave him a grin and touched my lips myself.

Liars, both of us.

But if not for the chapstick, I'm sure my lips look moisturized enough after this kiss just the same.

Yuma gently detached his hands from my face, and with a slightly lopsided smile, he stepped away from me at last.

With a final nod, I did the same and hurriedly went to put on my heels and a thin coat for the night out.

I checked my appearance in the screen of my phone one last time, and I was ready to leave the house, getting my own keys and not bothering to leave them in the lock since Yuma had his own.

"Hey Y/n, don't do anything stupid, okay?" I suddenly felt his presence behind me before I could've pulled on the door handle.

His palm was against the doorway, discreetly caging me in, but I wasn't intimidated by his actions, it was rather his way of ensuring my safety before I say goodbye.

I turned my head to face him, quickly exploring his handsome features and his smooth, always-on-point locks.

"I won't." I chuckled, his words melting my heart a little bit.

Even if he was putting it out there in his own way, I knew his intentions were good.

"And if something goes wrong, give me a ring and I'll pick you up." He leaned in a bit, with heels on our faces were almost at the same height, so we easily locked eyes.

"Got it." I nodded with a smile and as I felt him removing his hand from the door I pulled down the doorknob and exited my flat at last.

I rushed down the stairs — not caring that I'm wearing quite high heels —, and in front of my apartment complex I fished my phone out from my purse and checked the time.

It's 7:13 pm and I should be there at 7:30 pm... I'm so dead.

The bus ride is about 20 minutes, and I'm sure I'll need another at least 5 minutes while I find where exactly the restaurant is.

But if I'm late fashionably, perhaps it won't be that bad.

Getting that chapstick sure took some of my time, but it was so worth it in the end..!

➪ 𝐀/𝐍.: Bringing in my Måneskin obsession with this one. I had no idea for a song rec, but I went to my Spotify before publishing this part and this immediately popped up, I guess it was meant to be! (Low-key hoping there's someone I can share my enthusiasm about their music seeing this haha.)

➪ 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 【𝐌 𝐀 𝐒 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 𝐋 𝐈 𝐒 𝐓】 !

#&team #&team fanfic #&team scenarios #&team x reader #andteam #&team imagines #&team yuma #nakakita yuma #andteam yuma #Spotify #&team fluff

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frikatilhi · 8 months

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Hello yes yes veri gud, how about Jere doing Bojan's makeup? As in, Jere is so casual and natural about wearing eyeshadow, and wants to help Bojči feel at ease with it, too. (Bojan wants to feel pretty, but he's shy about it).

asdfghjkl thank you thank you

“Do I have to?” asked Bojan.

Jere huffed. “Yes! It’s my birthday.”

“So… what? I have to look the part?” Bojan was trying to sound skeptical, even though the idea of Jere doing his makeup excited him a little. But that was precisely the problem. Getting excited was not allowed on this trip.

Coming to join Jere on his tour for his birthday had been kind of a spur-of-the-moment thing. Bojan had been on holiday with the band (whose idea was that, really, he wondered now, it’s not like they hadn’t seen each other enough this year), and instead of flying home with them, he had booked last minute tickets to Glasgow. Now they were in Dublin, where Jere was performing the next day, celebrating his 30th birthday. It was just his entourage plus a handful of his friends who had flown in, plus Bojan of course, the party crasher, who had appeared with luggage full of dirty laundry, mostly beach clothes, and no hotel reservation.

“Yes. Have to make you pretty.” Jere was walking him backwards across the room, towards the table where he had just been applying his own eyeliner a moment ago.

Bojan gasped. “So I’m not pretty like this?”

It made Jere laugh. “Not pretty enough for me.”

“Ouch, man!”

Jere sat him down in the chair, turned it sideways from the mirror and pulled another chair for himself. “There. Sit. Stay.”

Being ordered around by Jere was familiar. He was on solid ground like this, at least. Bojan looked at him as he gathered a few things from the table. “Which one?” Jere asked, holding up a few pencils. Bojan figured they were different colors, even though he couldn’t see which. “Black’s fine,” he ventured a guess.

Apparently, that was the right answer, because Jere put all but one of them down on the table and took the cap off of the one left in his hand. He then scooted closer, his legs on both sides of Bojan’s thighs, Bojan’s knees against the edge of Jere’s chair. “Okay, close your eyes,” he said, and Bojan did. Suddenly the room felt quiet, the sounds of the party a little further away, and Bojan felt a rush to his head. The buzz of what little alcohol he’d already consumed went to his cheeks and hummed in his ears.

He felt Jere’s hand on his forehead, his thumb pressing gently under his brow, next to the side of his nose, stretching his lid just a little. Then he was drawing a line on Bojan’s eyelid, on the base of his lashes, carefully, with short strokes. Bojan tried to keep still against the feeling of wanting to escape. Makeup was nothing new, but makeup by Jere? It felt different, off-kilter, it felt queer.

After a while, Jere switched sides, and now his wrist kept touching Bojan’s nose and resting on his cheek as he worked on the other eyelid. Bojan could feel his breath on his face, and a whiff of his aftershave, or deodorant or whatever it was, surrounded him. Bojan reminded himself to keep breathing, in and out, evenly.

“Now, look up,” Jere said, and Bojan opened his eyes, not daring to look at Jere, and darted his eyes upwards. Jere continued drawing on him, along his lower lashes, and Bojan kept staring at the ceiling, fully aware of how Jere now had his hand resting on his exposed neck, thumb along his jaw.

Bojan had been on a journey of sorts, lately. After the summer of feeling weird and grumpy and out of place, and after the week-long rush of adrenalin that had been their Nordic tour, he realised he was actually happier not caring too much about what was proper behaviour or what his actions looked like to other people. He had also been.. experimenting, you could say, finding out new things about himself, late at night on the internet, or more recently, in the showers at the gym after a workout.

And now, the study was done, the results were in, and it turned out his feelings for a certain male friend that had taken over his life and late-night-fantasies in a storm, while totally unique in a way, were also… not. Unique. In a way. Because as Bojan now knew, the part where he had feelings (pantsfeelings) for a man, was, actually, not something restricted to Jere. He was fully capable of appreciating the male form in many formations, be it muscled and strong and dominating, or on the softer side, smooth and cuddly.

If he was completely honest, this was not in any way new information. He should have maybe known for a long time that this was the case, but he hadn’t allowed himself to do so. Not until Jere came along and smashed every inhibition and doubt and excuse he had ever had.

Jere was now smudging the line he had made with his finger. It didn’t seem like a professional way to do it, but Bojan wasn’t about to complain. After going through his lids once more, Jere picked up the pencil again and fortified the lines with it.

Jere surveyed Bojan’s face and turned to the table. “Needs something else,” he said and picked up an eyeshadow palette and a brush. Bojan looked as he surveyed the colours, rolled the brush on one of them, and approached Bojan again. “Close,” he said.

The gentle brushstrokes on Bojan’s eyelids sent shivers down his neck and spine. Jere’s hand that held the palette was on his thigh now, just resting there, keeping him grounded. Jere took his time applying the stuff on him generously, at least that’s what it felt like, and Bojan wanted to fidget, wanted to bounce, but couldn’t concentrate on anything but Jere’s hand.

“Okay… open eyes”, said Jere at last. Bojan blinked slowly, and found Jere’s face close to his own, eyes fixed on his face. Even though it looked like he was looking into Bojan’s eyes, he knew that he was assessing his work. Bojan kept breathing evenly, even though his heart was racing. Under Jere’s intense gaze he felt exposed, vulnerable, like all his thoughts and insecurities and secrets were there, on his face, for Jere to read. Jere’s hand went to his chin and turned his head just a little to look from a different angle, and Bojan let him direct him, first to the other side and then to the other. He avoided Jere’s eyes, let out a little breath. Suddenly he was very aware of Jere’s legs, pressing on either side of his, and his knees, dangerously close to Jere’s crotch, especially when he was leaning forward like that. Jere turned Bojan’s face back towards him, and now he was looking straight into his eyes. Bojan swallowed. He couldn’t hold his gaze, so his eyes flickered from Jere’s eyes to his nose, his lips, down to his throat. Bojan’s own throat was dry, and he licked his lips, nervously, and looked up at Jere again, and panic was rising in him, because he was about to do something colossally stupid.

But then Jere was gone, leaning back, smiling.

“That will do. Look.”

He turned Bojan’s chair towards the mirror, and Bojan looked. It wasn’t as excessive as he had thought. His eyes were lined and the lines were smudged carefully, just enough that it looked dramatic without making him look like a raccoon. His lids were dusted with something dark and sparkly that caught the light when Bojan turned his head.

“It’s.. not bad, actually,” he offered.

Jere beamed. “We should do your nails, too.”

*****

The night was winding down. Bojan was past the peak of his drunkenness, tired but still oddly wired at the same time. He hadn’t seen himself in a mirror in a while, but he suspected his makeup was now in ruins. His new appearance had been met with cheers and whistles, and people had been adding stuff to his face all evening. There was plenty of glitter, both on his temples and in his hair, and there are lipstick marks on his neck, he can feel it, probably in different shades of red and green. He’d been passed around the whole night between everyone, from hug to lap to dance to cuddle, he had made out with at least three people, and posed for countless pictures and videos, some of which would probably find their way online, but right now, he was too happy and too tired and too drunk to care.

He had felt reckless, free, like no-one could touch him or judge him or look down on him. Jere was in the centre of it all, happy and laughing with his friends, and Bojan had felt like he could conquer the world, just like this.

And there was Jere now, in front of him. His resolve to take it easy because he had to perform the next day had crumbled early on, and now he was looking dishevelled and buzzed, and he was grinning.

“Oh baby, look at you. You’re no good to me now,” Jere said with a laugh, taking Bojan under his arm.

“Happy Birthday! Have I told you happy birthday?” Bojan said while clinging to Jere’s side.

“Six and half times, I think.”

“What was the half?”

“You started but someone bite you.”

“Huh. But I haven’t kissed you yet!” Bojan declared, feeling like it’s the best idea he’s ever had.

“You did, right here,” said Jere and pointed to his ear. Bojan leaned closer and squinted.

“Are those… teeth marks?” he asked, a grin spreading to his face.

Jere smiled, as well. “Come on, everybody is leaving. Let’s take you to bed.”

“But…” Bojan wanted to kiss him. Properly, on the mouth, with tongue, leaving no room for excuses or backtracking. And he wanted to do it now, because he didn’t know when he’d ever get so brave, again.

Jere hugged him, tucked Bojan’s face into the crook of his neck. He spoke close to Bojan’s ear. “Hey, let’s save that for… other time. Okei? You need sleep now.”

Bojan felt his resolve dissipating, but at the same time being replaced with something akin to hope. Maybe it was not all or nothing or now or never, tonight. Maybe he’d start living like he was allowed to have things more often. Maybe it would come to something good, something better. The best, even.

“Okay,” he breathed simply against Jere’s neck.

“Okay. Now, let’s wash your face?”

#fanfic #bojere #käärijan #prompt fill

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mattsobvimyfav · 2 months

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For sport (Matthew Sturniolo & Chris Sturniolo)

Pt 7

A.n - hey yall so this is gonna be a very very very slow burn I already have some chapters written so I will probs rapid fire. It will be toxic, there will be angst , smut , everything you can possibly think of. It happens.

short little baby chapter for u

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Y/N’s POV

Me and Chris walked back into the house. I didn't feel the greatest that I had that whole fight with Matt just for him to go with that bitch. I decided to turn my phone off and just spend some quality time with Chris. I started to get undressed as Chris walked in from the bathroom. “Oh my god, I'm sorry” he said quickly, covering his eyes, I giggled at him before throwing on an oversized T-shirt “Your fine Chris you can uncover” He uncovered his eyes, throwing his suit in the corner of the room. I grabbed my makeup remover and started rubbing it on my eyes.

“So pickle, you wanna talk about it?” he asked, throwing his phone away from him on the bed seeing mine was on my side table. “It’s not even like I have any feelings for Matt, it's the fact I would say we are good friends and he is choosing this literal cunt over me” I said as I wiped my eyes getting more annoyed as I spoke “Like its obvious shes straight up making fun of me when I’m around, she laughs at me, gives me nasty looks. I haven't even done anything to her”

He got up from the bed walking behind me placing his hands on my shoulders “ I know, it's not fair to you. I can talk to him if you want” he says, massaging the stress out of my shoulders. “No please dont Chris, he's old enough to make his own decisions. He just better stand by them when I knock her teeth out” I shrugged and Chris started laughing, letting go of my shoulders. “You’ll be suspended, is that really worth it… You wouldn't be able to play ten games of soccer�� I turned back looking at him “Im quitting anyway, who cares” He looked at me with wide eyes. “Why the fuck would you quit, you're amazing!” I looked down “I didn't get the captain. I'm not doing it if i'm not captain” He looked even more bewildered “How didnt you get captain you were the best on the team?” This made me feel worse because the reasoning was so stupid. “They said my attitude was too bad. I got benched the entire last game because I told the ‘helper’ coach to shut the fuck up, my dad is not happy about that one” Chris broke out into a fit of laughter.

After an hour of just talking about everything his phone lit up on the bed with a call from Matthew, I insisted he answered because it was his brother. “Hello” he said, putting the phone on speaker “Hey where are you? I'm home” I knew he knew where Chris was, he just wanted to say it. “I am at Y/N’s, we left the dance a while ago, did you even go?” Chris asked clearly to get the tea for me. “No, I dropped Maddy off right after the call with Y/N, are you guys going to the party?” Chris looked at me, I had forgotten about the party but now a part of me wanted to go “Mattttt” I said jumping on the bed next to Chris “Yes Pickle?” Matt said, already knowing what I was going to ask, “Can you come get us for the partyyyy” I dragged out my words ``Of course, be ready in half an hour.” Matt hung up as I jumped up smiling at Chris, who also got up to get ready.

I threw on a pair of gray sweatpants and a black long sleeve crop top and a pair of my dirty converse, Chris was basically matching with his sweatpants and a white T-shirt. I made him take a quick mirror selfie with me before posting it on my story and closing out my phone again. Matt arrived and I ran into my dads room to tell him I was leaving with the boys and we would be back later. I raced Chris to the front seat and he ultimately ended up beating me.

“Okay buckle up now” Matt said as I looked at him literally wearing the exact same outfit as me with white af 1’s. We literally looked like the three musketeers.

“Y/N don't get too drunk, stay with one of us or in our eyeline” Matt said as we walked into the party, I nodded seeing as the last time I got drunk I got socked in the face. We walked in and I immediately saw Haylee and ran up to her. “Peaches!” I yelled, wrapping her in a hug. She hugged me back and stepped back to look at me “You are alive, you just disappeared at the dance!” I nodded at her totally forgetting I never told her I was leaving. “Yes sorry I left early with Chris” I turned back pointing towards him and Matt who were smoking with some kid from our grade. “Ohhhh” She said wiggling her eyebrow, I hit her shoulder “Not like that douche” We both started giggling before walking away to go get some drinks.I poured some svedka in a cup and mixed it with sprite as a chaser while Haylee poured us each shots of kinky. We downed the shots pouring another. “Hey Y/N” Nick said, coming up behind me dragging out my name. “Nicky!” I jumped in his arms and he laughed at my excitement “Where's my brothers?” He asked looking around, I shrugged “I don't know, they are supposed to be watching me but they are doing a terrible job” Nick nodded walking away, Me and Haylee walked over to one of the couches, there was only one free spot so Haylee sat down while I sat on her lap.

“Y/N, Where the fuck have you been” Matt said as he grabbed the back of my arm standing me up off Haylee’s lap “You are not doing a very good job watching me” I giggled knowing the alcohol I had been drinking has finally hit, but I felt the buzzing feeling leave my system as a girl walked up next to Matt. Maddy. “OH MY FUCKING GOD” I yelled out “Shes like your fucking shadow dude, get a grip bitch” I pointed the last part of my statement towards her “Excuse me” She said walking closer to Matt. “You heard me, everywhere he goes you follow like a lost puppy, news flash if he hasnt fucked you yet, ITS NOT GOING TO HAPPEN” I put my hands in the air as I finished my sentence while Matt looked at me with nothing but anger behind his eyes. Chris came up behind me along with Haylee and I decided to keep going “And if you keep giving me your nasty fucking looks you have one of two options” I stopped throwing up two fingers at her “Ill either fuck Matt and make him forget all about you, or I will stomp your face so far into the ground youll come back with an australian accent” Chris chocked back a giggle at the last part. I didn't even know where Australia was on the map; it was just the first thing that popped into my head. “You're just a bitch, maybe you should take the hint and realize that Matt doesn't actually like you” She was trying her best to make me feel bad but I had an adrenaline rush that happened anytime I argued with someone, it was like my body was always ready for a fight. “That's crazy because last I checked it was always MY bed he ended up in, not yours” I finally looked back at Matt’s face and man I already knew I was getting an earful when we left here. “Oh and-” I went to say more but Matt put his hand over my mouth and practically threw me over his shoulder. “LOOK WHO HES LEAVING WITH BITCH” I yelled right at the door as she stared at us Chris one step behind and Haylee laughing where I left her.

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING” Matt yelled as I sat in the back seat, I slumped down in my seat. “I warned you all if she didn't keep her distance I was saying something” I looked up at the review and anger was still all over Matta face “I thought it was funny” Chris said causing me to start laughing “Matt bring me home I need to sleep in my own bed tonight” Chris said Matt nodded going to their house first leaving me in the car “He’ll be back out, we have practice tomorrow but maybe Ill see you tomorrow night” Chris said leaning in the backseat hugging me. I returned the hug crawling into the front seat. “We really need to talk when we get back. I need to get high before I even attempt that.” He said pulling out a blunt and pulling out of his driveway, he rolled the windows down and we passed the blunt back and forth driving around for an hour before finally making our way back to my house. I knew that this talk was going to go either very poorly or great.

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first of all I want to say that you really write well❤

so can you please write some angst with cooper day?

warning: angst, self harm language

summary: you’re always harming yourself in one way or another, cooper wonders if there’s something going on behind all of this

“What’s up biatch,” you greeted lovingly at the door to his bedroom, which he had no idea you were at. He twitched in surprise.

“When did you get here?” He switched to sitting up at the side of his bed and moves his headphones off his head to rest around his neck.

“Like an hour ago. I found a stray cat outside and chatted for a while with it.” You set down on the table a hefty bag, containing multiples of things Cooper had no idea why you would require at his house, but that was just the way you were.

“You talked with a cat for an hour?”

Turning your head to look at him on his bed, you took notice of the fluffiness of his hair, the bags under his eyes, the leftover eyeliner in his waterlines. You approached him and took his hands into yours. “Well, it was a bit one sided, but we managed to come to a conclusion.”

He smiled up at you while you stood tall in front of him. “And what’s that?”

“I’m gonna pierce my nose today.” He frowned at this. Last week, you pierced your ear twice, and the week before that, you pierced your navel.

Things like this slowly but surely became a habit for you and he adored you, of course, how cool and fearless you were but he also cared about you and your well-being, and took notice of how you only ever turned to self destructive behaviors lately.

You drank a lot, smoked a lot, and of course, you were teenagers, but he couldn’t help but wonder if there was something else behind all of this.

“Are you sure, babe?” He tried to squeeze your hands in his grasp but you pulled away much too quickly to situate yourself with the piercing materials.

Needles, rubbing alcohol, and the stud you intended to stick in your nose once the deed was done. “Do you wanna help me with it?” You avoided his question, as you always did nowadays.

“Hey, listen to me-“

“I’m gonna put some music on, what are you feeling for today?”

“Stop!” He spoke stern and loud, hands pinning themselves to both your shoulders, effectively keeping you locked in place before him. “Listen to me, okay?”

You nodded, a little fearful due to his change in demeanor but ultimately knowing he meant well. you knew him, he would never mean you any harm.

“Are you okay?”

“Of course, why wouldn’t I be?” You giggled nervously.

“You’re always hurting yourself. It’s all you do anymore, and every time I bring it up, you just change the subject. I’m here for you, right now, tell me what’s been going on.”

Wow. Those were a lot of heavy words and maybe it was the weight of them all or the emotional exhaustion you had been experiencing, but you couldn’t help the pooling tears stinging your eyes. They rolled down your cheek one by one and you looked to the ground.

“Fuck, don’t cry, I’m sorry, please don’t cry,” he seemed almost as effected as you were, his voice on the verge of breaking and hands frantic yet gentle on your skin as he attempted to comfort you in some odd way.

He made the situation just a bit more uncomfortable than it already was, so you realized you’d have to take initiative to move things forward. “Come on,” you grabbed his hand and led him back to his bed where you sat. He perched himself in front of you and he didn’t let go of your hand but silently waited for you to say something.

“Things just, I don’t know, things have just been hard lately, I don’t know what to feel anymore. I tend to just not feel anything, or it’s everything all at once and I just- I don’t know what to do about to anymore. If I don’t act out, do things that draw attention, I feel invisible.”

You didn’t mind the way the tears slipped down your cheeks freely as you spoke anymore, they were past the point of pain but once you saw one fall from Cooper’s eye, you felt guilt for it.

“I’m so sorry honey. I’m sorry you feel that way, sorry that I didn’t reach out sooner, and I’m so sorry if I make you feel invisible. I promise, I don’t mean to, I really do care about you, and I love you so much, please believe me when I say that.”

You nodded your head for lack of better words and pulled him in for a tight hug. His hands rubbed loving circles onto your back and you rested your head on his shoulder.

He held you there for a good long while, and you took notice of how his open window on the second story allowed an excellent view of the suburban street below.

As you looked out, crossing the street and disappearing into a small grove of trees behind a house was an orange tabby cat, one with intelligent eyes that a person could speak to for hours. Just as it neared to exit your line of sight, it turned its head for one last gaze at you, before following into the shade of the trees.

“I love you too, Cooper.”

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sagesolsticewrites · 1 year

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Guitar Man pt 2 | Steve Binder x fem!reader

You and Steve go on your first date, and deal with being an official item on set.

a/n: I’ve discovered I love writing for Steve so, so much y’all, Dacre really did something here. (This has been unfinished in my docs since August, y'all. Oops :/ Honestly, idk where to take it from the point I’ve got it at now, but if y'all have any suggestions after reading, I'd love to hear them!)

Word count: 2k

Warnings: a couple swear words, I think that's it? As always, please let me know if I missed anything!

Please like/rb if you enjoyed! 🤍

Read Part 1 here!

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“Hold still!” Priscilla reminds you as she drags the eyeliner pencil along your lashline.

“I am!” you whine, looking up as she moves to line your lower lid. “I’m just nervous.”

“You’ve got nothin’ to be worried about, Y/N,” she assures you, stepping back to assess her work, “Steve is absolutely head over heels for you, and you two are already friends, right? You’ve already gotten to know each other, the hard part’s done!”

“Yeah we’re friends,” you reach over to apply your favorite red lipstick, and continue “but we’ve only really talked at work. I’ve never seen him outside the studio, what if it’s completely different?”

Priscilla’s reply of “How many times do I have to tell you, you two are already such good friends, not to mention you’re both absolutely head over heels for each other! The conversation will flow naturally, I promise,” is muffled as you step over to the closet to pick out an outfit. You don’t want to look like you’re trying too hard, but you don't want to veer too casual, either…

Your train of thought is interrupted as Priscilla reaches past you and yanks out a gorgeous deep red minidress. “This one,” she declares, thrusting it into your arms.

“Cilla, I haven’t worn this in forever!” you protest. You could barely remember why you packed it in the first place. “Won’t this be a little much?”

She waves off your concern, “Of course not! You’re gonna look gorgeous,” she assures you as she shoves you back into the bathroom to change.

You step out a few minutes later, nervously tugging at the hem. “You’re sure this isn’t too much, Cilla?”

Priscilla’s jaw drops as you step into her line of sight, “Oh Y/N, you look gorgeous!! Steve won’t be able to take his eyes off you,” she squeals.

Just then, there’s a knock at the door and Lucy calls through it excitedly, “Steve’s here! He’s in the lobby!”

A wave of nerves washes over you, and Priscilla takes your hands to steady you, “Hey, you got this, alright? Don’t overthink it, it’s just Steve.”

You take a deep breath, nodding, “Right. I got this.” You squeeze her hands gratefully, “Thank you, Cilla.”

“Anytime, honey,” she beams. “Now,” she leads you out towards the elevator, pressing your clutch into your hands, “have fun!”

You give her one last wave as the elevator doors close, and step out into the gilded lobby a few moments later.

You fidget with the simple gold pendant at your throat, scanning the room for any sign of Steve. Eventually you spot him, seated in a velvet armchair in a corner, and make your way over. You’re about halfway there when he turns and spots you, his jaw dropping as he stands and walks over to meet you.

“Hi,” you say, a nervous smile plastered on your face.

“Hi,” he replies, his eyes raking up and down your body, taking in the dress hugging your curves in all the right places, “You look— um— wow.”

“Thank you,” you giggle at his reaction, your nervous smile melting into a softer, more genuine one. “I was afraid it might be a bit much,” you confess.

He shakes his head as he takes your hand and begins leading you out to the parking lot, “Trust me, you look absolutely stunning,” he says softly, never once taking his eyes off you.

You feel your cheeks heat up, and you attempt to deflect his attention. “Well you don’t look too bad yourself,” you smile, taking in the dark blue suit he was wearing, accented by a white ascot.

“Well thank you,” he chuckles as you come up to a white Mustang. He steps forward and opens the passenger door for you, gesturing politely, “Milady.”

“Why thank you, my good sir,” you tease as you slide in, and he closes the door behind you.

The drive to the restaurant is a short one, but even so, you feel all your nervousness and anxiety melt away as the two of you converse easily, trading jokes and stories.

The ease you feel continues throughout the night, and it almost feels as though the two of you are simply having another one of your talks during a break in rehearsals. Sure, you’re in a candlelit restaurant and not a stuffy studio, but you’re absolutely positive that you’d be able to talk with him about anything, anywhere.

Eventually, the conversation turns to how the two of you grew up.

“I can’t believe I’ve never asked you this,” Steve begins, “but how did you get into dancing in the first place?”

“Well, it started when my parents signed me up for ballet classes when I was a kid,” you explain. “It started off as a way for me to make friends, because I was so shy, but then I just fell in love with it. Even after the friends I’d made there originally stopped doing it, I kept going. And I decided I never wanted to stop, so I made it my job.” You end with a laugh, glancing up to gauge his reaction.

Steve is looking at you with the softest expression you’ve ever seen on his face, as if he’s seeing you for the first time, and you feel your cheeks flush under his attention.

“What?” you question, hoping your flushed face isn’t too noticeable.

“Nothing, I just…” he shakes his head, the softness in his eyes remaining constant, “I really love hearing you talk about dancing. You light up, it’s like… you make me love it as much as you do even though I’ve never danced in my life.”

You laugh softly, your heart swelling at the compliment, and there’s a sweet moment of silence between the two of you before you finally speak up again, “So what about you? How did you get into directing?”

He launches into a story about falling in love with movies from a young age, which then turns into a conversation about your favorite movies as children.

Eventually, the two of you are back at your hotel. Steve walks you back to the front doors like the gentleman he is, despite your feeble protests, and pauses by one of the pillars near the entrance.

“I had a really nice time tonight,” he says softly, eyes shining under the golden light of the hotel.

“I did, too,” you smile, leaning against the pillar to take some of the weight off your heels.

He smiles, drinking in the image of you as comfortable under the light of the hotel as you are under a spotlight in the studio, and leans in to press a sweet, brief kiss to your lips.

You grin against his lips and tangle your fingers in his as he pulls away, preventing him from getting too far.

He lets you keep him in place with a soft chuckle, and leans in again…

But stops, so his lips are just barely brushing yours and says, almost sadly, “I should probably get going.”

“Do you have to?” You reply with a mock pout, then shake your head and continue in a more sincere tone, “No, I get it. You’ve probably got lots of work to do. I’ll see you back at the studio, then?” You say softly.

“I’ll see you then,” he nods, and lifts your hand to press a soft kiss to the back of it before releasing you. He heads back to his car as you go back inside the hotel, and just before you enter you see him give one last wave goodbye before driving away.

You wave back, and head back to your room, practically giddy from the events of the night.

When you get back to your room, Priscilla is all too happy to hear you gush about your date.

“He was so sweet, Cilla, really I— hey, what’s that look for?” you ask, noting the soft, knowing look she’s giving you.

She giggles in response. “Nothin’, just… this,” she gestures to you sprawled across your bed, a wide smile on your face and a happy flush in your cheeks, “is what I was like after my first few dates with Elvis,” she smiles.

You feel your cheeks heat up even more, “Really? I mean, of course you were, but…” you trail off, unsure how to voice the implications of that statement.

She hums affirmatively, then after a moment of hesitation says “I didn’t wanna bring this up before because I wasn’t sure if this’d make you more nervous, but… you know how I was helping you get ready tonight? Elvis was actually doing the same for Steve,” she says softly, then adds teasingly, “And I bet he’s gushing about you to him just like you are to me right now.”

“Oh hush,” you dismiss her teasing statement.

“No, I’m serious! He’s probably all,” she falls into an approximation of Steve’s voice, “‘Gosh, EP, you shoulda seen the dress she was wearing—“

“—I think I was actually speechless when I saw her,” Steve tells Elvis, who’s listening with a smile on his face, “And I swear, talking to her is the easiest thing I’ve ever done. We just flow so naturally, you know? And the way she talks about dancing…” he sighs, picturing the way you lit up as you talked about the beginnings of your passion for dance, “I could honestly listen to her talk about it forever.”

Elvis takes in the look on his friend’s face: one remarkably similar, he’s sure, to the one he has when he talks about Cilla. “I’m glad you had a good time, Steve,” he says with a genuine smile, “it sounds like it went really well.”

“Thanks, EP,” Steve replies with a smile, jolting out of his lovesickness just enough to turn his attention to his friend, “I really, really like her.”

“I know you do,” Elvis replies with a chuckle, “and I know she really, really likes you, too. But Steve,” his tone turns serious, “you may be a very good friend of mine, but Y/N’s like a little sister to me, alright? I’ve known her for about 20 years now, and if anything happened to her I…” he trails off, his emotions getting the better of him for the moment, before continuing seriously, “Just… don’t break her heart, alright?”

Steve nods somberly, “Of course, Elvis. I would never do anything intentional to hurt her, I swear. She clearly means a lot to you, and… and she does to me, too.”

“Good,” Elvis nods, and stands to leave, “I’m happy for ya, Steve. See you at the studio tomorrow, loverboy,” he teases before stepping out the door, leaving Steve alone.

You arrive at the studio the next day practically giddy, your mind filled with thoughts of the night before. Some of the girls on your crew come over to ask about how your date went, and where Marie would usually make some snooty comment, she is noticeably absent, which isn’t too much of a surprise; you assume she’s in one of her holier-than-thou, “above all the petty gossip” moods today. Once you’ve satisfied your friends with your explanation— though you’re sure they’ll be back asking more questions in no time— you set about getting ready for the performance.

As you glance around the set, you spot Steve in the control room, looking extremely focused. There’s a hard set to his jaw and an adorable little furrow in his brow that tells you he’s thinking hard about whatever he’s doing, and dare you say… It's extremely attractive.

Before your thoughts can stray too far down that path, though, you shake yourself, and settle for managing to catch his eye and give him a little wave before taking your place on set.

Steve, for what it’s worth, does his absolute best to focus on his job at the moment. Really, he does. But how is he supposed to focus when you’re down there looking like that; going through the movements as if they came as naturally to you as breathing, completely in your element… indescribably beautiful, in Steve’s eyes.

He’s jolted out of his thoughts as something smacks his arm, and he turns to see Bones looking at him with a single raised eyebrow.

“Quit gawking at your girlfriend, Steve, we’ve got work to do!”

“I wasn’t—” he protests, then changes the subject entirely at the knowing look on Bones’s face, “Whatever, just pull up two.”

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