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eiightysixbaby · 6 months

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i love it loud

word count: 6.5k+

pairing: rockstar!eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: you get invited to corroded coffin’s halloween party with your best friend chrissy. you don’t anticipate on having much fun, but that changes when you meet eddie…

cw: 18+ ONLY - SMUT. alcohol consumption, a rogue billy tries to hit on reader, use of petnames, use of y/n (like maybe a few times), oral (f receiving), fingering (f), unprotected p in v - he pulls out tho!, brief description of reader’s costume but no mention of body type/etc.

You didn’t want to go to this party. Not really. Your best friend had insisted you come with her, because arriving alone would, in her words, be social suicide. Being invited to Corroded Coffin’s Halloween party was a big deal, she’d said, even though you know she was only invited because she’s been going out with the drummer. Of course he’s going to invite his girlfriend.

You hadn’t even had a plan for a costume, and with only a couple day’s notice you didn’t have the time to prepare something good. The stores were all picked over as far as Halloween costumes go, and so you went with the most basic, half-assed option you could’ve possibly selected.

You’re dressed as a cat.

It feels silly, it feels low-effort and stupid and basic, but here you are with your fluffy tail and soft felt ears, black high heels and whiskers painted on your face. A pink nose to top it all off. You did think you looked good, you had to admit, but it definitely wasn’t the costume you would’ve preferred. You awkwardly adjust your stockings as you step up to the front door of the large house, feeling horrendously out of place.

You glance at Chrissy beside you, her hippie costume bright and colorful - an extreme contrast to your all black attire.

“Okay, just texted Gareth that we’re here,” she says, slipping her phone into her bag. “Don’t look so thrilled,” she says sarcastically, pouting at you.

“Sorry I’m not exactly excited to be at a party where I know no one,” you say.

“You know me and Gareth,” she replies, looking at you like she’s confused.

“I barely know Gareth. And don’t act like the two of you won’t be running off to bang the second you get a chance,” you smile at her, knocking shoulders playfully.

“Listen… his friend Eddie, the lead singer, is super hot. Maybe you’ll get more than you bargained for tonight.”

“I don’t know, Chris. There’s going to be a million girls at this party, do I really want to be another notch on some rockstar’s belt?” you ponder.

She doesn’t get the chance to respond before the front door is swinging open in front of you. The figure on the other side is… Peter Criss. More like, Gareth dressed as Peter Criss. Fully outfitted in leather and silver studs, hair spray painted black with white and black cat makeup on his face. You laugh a little as you take him in, and he shoots you a teasing glare.

“Hey ladies,” he greets, pulling Chrissy in for a quick kiss. “Y/N, I’m so glad you decided to come.”

“You know Chris always gets what she wants,” you reply with a laugh, and he laughs with you, agreeing.

He steps to the side, ushering you both into the large foyer of the house. It’s decked out in Halloween decor; bats on the walls, fake cobwebs, hairy toy spiders with light-up red eyes. There’s orange and purple string lights hung about, and you’re honestly impressed with the detail. The house is clean, aside from the stray cup or plate left behind from the current party guests, and the decorations are carefully placed.

“Holy shit, you guys really did it up for the party,” you say, eyes wandering to every corner.

“Oh yeah, that’s all Eddie. He loves Halloween. It was his idea for us to dress like KISS,” Gareth says with a playful eye roll.

“Don’t complain, you look so good in that outfit…” Chrissy says, trailing a finger down his chest.

“I’ll have to give you the official house tour,” he says to your friend. “You coming too?” he asks you, but you shake your head.

“Think I’ll get myself a drink,” you say, sticking out your thumb in the direction of the kitchen.

“Sounds good. There’s stuff on the counter and a bar out back by the pool, you can go wherever you’d like,” Gareth says with a smile, and it’s genuine. “Make yourself at home, say hey if you see the other guys around! You can’t miss ‘em, they’ll be dressed like me,” he adds, and you laugh, waving them off as Chrissy tells you to text her if you need anything at all.

You wander into the open kitchen, pleased with the selection of liquor that awaits you. If you’re going to be spending the night alone, you might as well get pleasantly drunk, you think to yourself. People are scattered throughout the room, talking with their circles of friends and acquaintances. There’s a couple different punch bowls filled with various concoctions, each one labeled with the contents. You take your pick of the poison, scooping the liquid up with a ladle and filling your cup.

You scrunch your face as you take the first sip, lips pursing as you adjust to the bite of the alcohol. You glance around the kitchen, taking note of even more decorations as you slink into a corner alone. They seem to fill the whole house, seeping into the living room and the dining room, any area that you can see. Gareth had said it was all Eddie’s doing, and you find yourself growing more curious about the man in question. You really didn’t know anything about Corroded Coffin, didn’t care much to do any research, you only knew what Chrissy told you.

You know that Grant, the rhythm guitarist, has rich parents, and that his dad bought the house for the band to live in while they’re recording their album. Chrissy always says Grant’s the nerdiest of the bunch, insanely smart and very friendly. You know that Jeff, the bassist, is apparently a sweetheart, a bit shy but would give you the shirt off of his back, and you know that Eddie…. well, you know that he’s supposedly “super hot”. Other than that, you’re drawing a blank. Chrissy hasn’t said much about him at all, now that you really consider it. Maybe he’s an introvert and doesn’t come around often, or maybe he’s a complete dick. He is a rockstar, after all. And there’s plenty of pretty women in his house right now, so… you can gather a few assumptions, to say the least.

You don’t get much more time to ponder the subject before you hear loud, raucous laughter coming in through the sliding doors to the backyard. Two figures stumble in, but in the dim light you can’t get a good look right away.

“I was made for lovin’ you baaaabyyyyyy!” a voice booms, and you don’t need more confirmation that it comes from another member of the band.

“How many times are you gonna sing that tonight?” the other voice counters, and you finally see two unfamiliar men walking towards the kitchen, dressed like other members of KISS.

The annoyed voice comes from the stand-in Gene Simmons of the evening, a frizzy black wig on his head and the signature makeup on his face, making him stand out. He sticks his tongue out obnoxiously at the other man, eliciting a laugh from him. Your eyes flit over, then, to the taller figure. Your attention is immediately grabbed — he’s intriguing right away and you aren’t quite sure why. Tall, slim, with a head of shaggy hair that diminishes his need for a wig for the costume. He’s dressed like Paul Stanley, a black star around his eye, surrounded by a face otherwise full of white makeup. He’s not wearing a shirt, at all, just a thick black studded collar around his neck and leather pants. Chunky heeled boots are on his feet, making him appear taller than just about everyone else in the room.

And if he’s dressed like the singer of KISS, then you can only assume this is Eddie. The singer of Corroded Coffin.

“Oh fuck off, Jeff. Have a little fun! It’s Hallo-fucking-ween, dude,” presumably-Eddie says, leaning into Jeff’s space.

“Sorry my idea of fun isn’t listening to your drunk ass sing KISS songs, Ed,” Jeff says, and the nickname gives you confirmation that this is, in fact, your guy.

Eddie just so happens to look up in that moment, his eyes falling upon yours unintentionally. He smiles at you, genuinely smiles at you, all while playfully rolling his eyes at Jeff’s comment. You giggle into your plastic cup, feeling like the two of you are the only people in the room for a moment. He gives you a teeny little wave, the slightest wiggle of his fingers, and you feel your heart rate increase as you return it. What is wrong with you? You were going to blame the alcohol, for the time being.

The moment is gone as soon as it came, Eddie’s attention getting redirected. You watch in fascination as they pour drinks for themselves, easily greeting the other partygoers who come up to them, eager to talk to the hosts. There’s a swarm of girls around Eddie in thirty seconds flat, and your heart deflates, much to your own dismay. Why should it bother you? He doesn’t even know you, and you don’t know him. Chrissy’s implication that you might hit it off with Eddie tonight is letting you get too in your own head, you decide, trying to shake it off.

You scoff, watching as a girl dressed like a devil leans on the counter into Eddie’s space, pressing her breasts together as much as she can. Her fake fangs are exposed as she laughs too loud at something he says, her bright red lipstick accentuating her mouth. You want to internally criticize her and her basic costume, before you’re reminded of your imitation of the most basic furry friend to ever grace Halloween.

As if on cue, someone comes up behind you and yanks on your tail, making you jump. Your drink sloshes over the rim of the cup at the sudden motion, splashing against the front of your outfit. You spin on your heel, met with the face of an unfamiliar man, which really isn’t saying much since almost every face here is unfamiliar.

“Can I help you?” you snark, flattening your lips in a straight line.

“Woah, calm down, pussy cat. Don’t have to bring the claws out,” the man says, smirking at you as if he has genuinely no clue why you’re bothered.

He reaches one arm out, flattening his palm against the wall behind you and leaning his weight on it, towering over you. He smells like cigarettes and booze, and you watch as his tongue pokes out to wet his lips.

“If you don’t mind,” you snap. “I really need to go wash the liquor out of my costume. Asshole,” you mutter the last part, ready to make your exit when the stranger grabs your arm.

“Going so soon? I thought we’d make friends,” he smiles at you, blue eyes piercing down at you as you grow wildly more uncomfortable.

“I’ll pass,” you emphasize, stomping the heel of your boot down onto his foot.

He yelps in pain, releasing your arm and allowing you to speed-walk out of the crowded kitchen. You can see various pairs of eyes on you as you scurry out, and you can hear your victim cursing you out through the bass coming through the stereo.

You high-tail it out the back door, heels clicking aggressively on pavement as you push through more people surrounding the pool. You finally stop to calm yourself down when you find a lull in the crowds, a spot where you can be relatively alone. You silently thank yourself that the stranger didn’t follow you, but what you didn’t realize is that someone else had.

You exhale, bringing your drink to your lips and taking a swig. Your now-wet top clings to your skin, aggravating you, but the last thing you want to do is wander back into the house in search of the bathroom.

“H-hey, um, are you alright?” a voice rings out directly behind you.

You jolt just slightly, not expecting company. Turning to face the other person, your eyes first land on those big, black platform boots. Eddie had followed you. Your gaze trails up his figure, leather pants and studded belt and bare torso, until you meet his eyes for the second time this evening.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” he says, “I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I saw what happened in there and, uh, to be honest I don’t even know why we keep inviting Hargrove to these things—” Eddie rambles, as if Hargrove is a familiar name to you, as if he’s nervous to be around you — like he isn’t the star-studded host of this party.

“I’m okay,” you reply, cutting off his sentence, smirking a little. “Thanks for checking on me.”

“Oh, yeah, of course. I know these parties can get crazy, but… I always want to make sure everyone’s safe,” he says, his gaze softening as he says the last part. “I’m Eddie, by the way,” he introduces, holding out a hand for you to shake.

You immediately notice the big, silver rings adorning many of his fingers, your eyes lingering on them for maybe a second too long before you remember he’s waiting for you. You extend a hand, grasping his and shaking it.

“Y/N,” you reply. “I, uh, I’m here with Chrissy.”

“Oh, you’re Cunningham’s friend!?” he asks, lighting up at that. Excited as he says it as if you’re the celebrity here, not him.

You nod, smiling at him now.

“Damn, and she already ditched you to go screw Gareth, I’m assuming?” he jokes, and you laugh, feeling lighter by the second. Forgetting your less-than-pleasant encounter from moments ago.

“Yeah, how’d you know?” you say sarcastically, smiling wider when he snorts.

There’s a pause, you can feel him staring at you as you take another sip of alcohol. “Well, I’m a little offended she didn’t tell me that she had such a beautiful friend,” he says, and you feel your cheeks grow warm at his forwardness.

You duck your head, avoiding his eyes as your face scrunches in a shy smile. “Ah, there’s the rockstar charm,” you say, loving the sound of his laugh that comes in response.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he playfully asks, cocking his head as he leans forward to meet your gaze.

“How many other girls have you used that line on tonight?” you counter, playful but keeping a safe distance.

“Ouch, sweetheart. You really take me for that much of a player?” he stumbles back, clutching his chest as if he’s been wounded. Your eyes linger maybe too long on the tattoos littering his torso, the slight smattering of hair on his pale skin.

“Well, you are parading around your own party shirtless. Seems like a tool move to me,” you smirk, finishing off your drink with one last sip.

“Darling, you’re dressed like a cat. I don’t think you can come for my costume right now,” he flashes his perfect teeth at you, unable to contain his smile at your banter.

There’s a moment of silence, you staring out across the yard at the bright lights of the city down below, stretching vast and far. Then he speaks up again.

“I mean it. I think you’re really beautiful.”

“Thank you. You’re very pretty,” you say honestly, letting yourself give in to his flirtations.

“Is it the makeup? Am I gonna have to wear this every time I see you now?”

You giggle. “Every time? Are there going to be more times, mister rockstar?”

“I mean, I’d love to take the time to get to know you outside of a party setting, if that’s okay with you,” he smiles bashfully, and you can only assume he’s blushing under all of that makeup.

“Yeah. I think that’s okay with me,” you reply.

Conversation flows easily with Eddie, the less-than- pleasant encounter with the stranger and the spilled alcohol on your shirt long forgotten. He tells you about his life before the band started to make it big, how he always dreamed of being a rockstar. He shyly told you about how he used to parade around his home as a kid, playing his little guitar and singing songs he made up until his uncle was begging him to quiet down and go to bed.

You confess that you really didn’t know much about the band, other than things Chrissy had told you, and you apologize although he tells you it’s absolutely not necessary.

You both end up sitting in the grass side-by-side, talking so much you don’t even remember making the choice to sit, it just happened. There’s a lull in the conversation, his eyes searching yours before glancing down to your lips. He moves just slightly closer, his breath hitting your face with each exhale. You feel yours catch in your throat, anticipating his next move.

You don’t get the chance to see what that move is before the girl in the devil costume from the kitchen approaches. She instantly has her hands on Eddie, grabbing his arm with a red-gloved hand and pulling him to stand. “Eddieeee, come on! You have to come play spin the bottle with us!” she pleads, her voice too whiny to not be part of an act.

“I- uh,” he stumbles, looking at you with an emotion you can’t place.

The girl moves to stand in front of him, putting her hands on his chest now, starting to push him backwards. “Come on, it’s no fun if you don’t play,” she continues, her shrill voice grating in your ears.

You don’t like how close she’s getting, how unafraid she is to be touchy with him. Who even is she? Are they friends? Are they more than friends? She’s pushing him further away from you by the second, not once acknowledging your presence. You scoff, looking to the side, avoiding Eddie’s gaze.

Before Eddie can really do anything, he’s being shoved fully away from you. You don’t see the way he desperately looks to you for an out, simply bothered by the fact that this girl won’t leave him alone.

You wonder if you were right, if he called you beautiful just like he calls every other girl beautiful. You didn’t want to believe it, but, he’s about to go play a game with a bunch of drunk people where the whole point is to kiss each other, so. It’s not looking great for you.

You’d be lying, though, if you said your curiosity wasn’t peaked. You find yourself bored watching partygoers splash around in the pool, and you can’t shove down your internal need to find out what mister rockstar and the devil girl are up to inside. Your feet are carrying you before you can decide against it, leading you back inside, back through the kitchen where you pour yourself another drink, and then to the living room where you find a large group sat in a circle.

You hang back, just slightly, not wanting to make it too obvious that you’re watching the game, even though you aren’t the only one who came to spectate. To be completely honest, the first few spins you witness aren’t very exciting. You don’t know any of these people, so what should it matter to you if they kiss? You’re about to step away when the circle erupts with various ‘Ooooh’s and whistles.

“Come on, Eddie! You gotta do it!” a now very drunk Jeff screams.

To your absolute horror, Eddie had spun the bottle, only for it to land on the little bitch whose name you still don’t know in the devil costume. Eddie looks at the girl, who is very clearly eagerly awaiting a kiss from the singer of Corroded Coffin, but then he looks up at you.

You didn’t think he’d realized you were there, didn’t think he saw you lurking, but he looked at you too pointedly for it to have been an accident.

You swallow, suddenly feeling awkward amongst the silence of the room. Everyone’s watching Eddie, expecting him to get his kiss over with and move on. He stands finally, stepping forward. You almost want to look away, not interested in watching him lock lips with someone that isn’t you. But you can’t look away, not when he bypasses the anonymous girl and heads right for you.

“Um, I’m right here!” she says, her tone snarky and honestly annoying enough to make you want to slap her.

“Yeah, well I’m not kissing you, Tina,” Eddie says. “Spin the bottle. What are we, fourteen?” he asks, eyes still locked on you as he stands merely a step away now.

Your heart thumps in your chest, every bit of your nervous system attuned to him. Your mouth hangs slightly open, not knowing what to do or what to say.

He steps even closer, closing the distance between you. “I want to kiss you, that okay?” he murmurs, letting one hand rest so gently on your waist.

You want to laugh in Tina’s face. You want to point and laugh and rub it in, but that wouldn’t be the appropriate response here. You need to kiss Eddie, sooner rather than later.

You just nod, a smile playing on your lips. He leans his face closer to yours, hovering by your ear to whisper, “I’m sorry, about her. She’s… a friend of a friend who always ends up at our parties. Trust me, I have no interest there.”

The reassurance really isn’t necessary, you barely know Eddie after all, but it’s extremely appreciated. You feel your heart flutter a little, smug and satisfied all in one. And then his lips are on yours, not giving a damn who’s watching, not a care in the world for what anyone might say.

His lips are soft, warm against yours and the way he cradles the back of your head in his hands makes you weak at the knees. Your noses brush before you pull away, and the two of you giggle in unison like you just shared some exciting secret with each other.

Tina is dumbfounded where she sits on the carpet, watching you. You swear steam would be coming out of her ears if this was a cartoon. You give her a little wave and an all-too-fake smile before Eddie grabs your hand to lead you away.

Not a single word is spoken as he pulls you out of the living room, you’re silent until you reach the stairs to go up to the second floor.

“So you really don’t have history with Tina?” you playfully ask, pressing the issue just to be a pain, and he groans.

“Ugh, god, no. Like I said, she always ends up at these things and she’s all over me. But the funny part is, we went to high school together. She bullied the crap outta me,” he explains, and you can’t help but laugh. “Spread some nasty rumors on social media…” he shakes his head, smirking at the thought now.

“Of course,” you roll your eyes, “Now where are you taking me, rockstar?” you grab his waist once you’ve reached the top of the stairs, pulling him closer to you.

“To my room, because there’s no way I can handle any more interruptions tonight,” he says, his hands finding your hips, pressing his forehead to yours for a moment.

Another kiss is ghosted over your lips, open-mouthed and teasing, leaving you chasing after him when he pulls away and starts to walk down the hallway. He opens the dark wood door, gesturing for you to enter first.

The second he’s inside with you, his mouth is on yours, your back pressed to the wall as his hands grip your waist. He fumbles with the light switch behind you, providing a dim glow throughout the room. He wastes no time slipping his tongue past your lips, licking inside of your mouth and groaning when your tongue meets his. Your noses brush and you’re sure his makeup is getting smeared on your face, or vice-versa, and the thought makes you smile into the kiss. His lips work their way down to your jaw, nipping and mouthing at the skin before residing on your neck, sucking till it stings.

You hiss, arching your back into him, hands grabbing at his bare shoulders as your nails dig into the skin.

“Shit, sweetheart,” Eddie breathes, hands grabbing your face as he brings you in for another heated kiss.

He starts to walk backwards, guiding you with him towards his bed. His boots are kicked off of his feet carelessly, and you toe off your heels in tandem. He reaches the mattress, falling back onto it and scooting backwards until he’s fully on the bed. You follow his lead, straddling his lap and letting your hands roam his bare chest. He watches you like you’re an ethereal being, eyes big and round and completely full of desire. His hands wrap around to grab your ass beneath the fabric of your skirt, filling his open palms with the soft flesh and squeezing.

Your hands waste no time in finding their way to the zipper of his pants, tugging it down after undoing the button.

“Need these off, Ed,” you say, sounding more whiny than you’d wanted. Your face gets hot at the smirk he gives you in return.

“Oh, so we’re desperate now, huh?” he says, the cocky rockstar demeanor coming out in full-swing. It makes you embarrassingly flustered, your cunt throbbing for him.

All you can do is nod, your hand trailing over the bulge that waits for you beneath fabric.

“Fuck,” he curses under his breath, starting to shimmy his pants down his thighs.

You remove yourself from his lap, letting him undress — your mouth practically watering when his cock springs free and smacks against his stomach. He’s fully naked for you now, given that he already wasn’t wearing a shirt. All that’s left is the studded choker around his neck, and it makes you drool.

“Like what you see, baby?” he asks, a smug little grin on his face as he watches the way you take in his entire body.

You already noticed the tattoos on his chest and arms, but now you’re noticing the ones on his thighs. He’s unreal, so unfairly gorgeous and captivating. He’s perfectly sculpted, a sharp V carved into his pelvis that simply leads your eyes down a path to his perfect cock. It’s big — long and not too thick, veiny with a pink, leaking tip. He must catch your intrigued expression, because he laughs, a devious little sound that tells you he can’t have any pure intentions.

“Why don’t you lay down so I can get you ready to take this cock?” he purrs, slender fingers stroking up and down one side of your body.

You shudder at his touch, moving to lay down on his bed. You pull your shirt off before you do, leaving your black, lacy bra on display for the man beside you. Your tits rest perfectly in it, and Eddie’s sure to get an eyeful. His hands gently hold your hips once you’re situated comfortably, partially laying down with your back propped against his many fluffy pillows. He leans down, letting his lips graze over your jaw, your cheek, your nose, before finally pressing to your mouth. He brings one hand up, pulling your cat-ear headband off of your head, deciding it can’t be very comfortable to have on for hours at a time. It makes you breathe a little laugh into the kiss, remembering how silly you must look with your painted on whiskers and nose.

He doesn’t give you much time to dwell on it, his mouth pulling off of yours and starting to travel down your neck. He kisses your shoulders, your collarbone, sucking on the most sensitive bits of skin and making you whine as you wriggle beneath him. He finds his way down to your breasts, hands sliding your bra straps down your shoulders as you arch your back for him, giving him room to unhook the clasp that sits at your spine. His lips immediately attach to one of your pert nipples, sucking and swirling his tongue around the small bud. One of his large hands cups your other breast, the cold silver of the rings on his fingers a sharp contrast to your searing skin.

He switches after a moment, sucking the opposite nipple into his warm, wet mouth. Something akin to a growl leaves his mouth when your fingers tangle in his hair and tug, and it spurs you on to keep going. His lips unlatch themselves from your breast, his mouth moving down down down, trailing kisses everywhere it goes. Your cunt throbs when his mouth approaches the waistband of your tight little skirt, his eager hands hooking beneath the fabric and beginning to yank it down, along with your underwear.

He peppers kisses lower and lower on your body, his mouth following close behind the clothes that he pulls off of you, covering every inch of skin as it’s exposed to him. He discards everything onto the floor, definitely tearing your stockings in the process of ripping them off of you. Your mind is a blur as he hastily attaches his lips to your clit, slipping one finger inside of you with complete ease. You weren’t expecting all of the stimulation so suddenly, your body writhing on the mattress as he sucks your sensitive clit into his mouth.

“More, Eddie, need more,” you pant, knowing you’re probably being greedy but knowing all the same that he won’t deny you what you want.

He hums against your cunt, immediately adding a second finger inside of you. He curls the digits, collecting your sticky wetness and groaning at the filthy noises that his movements make. Your hands tug harder on his hair as you throw your head back onto the pillows, cursing at how good he feels. Going in, you had no idea how tonight would play out, but you certainly didn’t expect to be hooking up with the frontman of Corroded Coffin. Your head spins at the thought of how many other people would probably die to be in your position right now, and it only makes you more turned on.

“Want one more, baby? Need to make sure you can take my fingers before you take my cock,” he purrs, smirking up at you.

“Yeah, please, I can take it,” you reassure him, and he slips a third finger in.

His fingers are thick, no doubt about it, and they stretch you so deliciously you feel like you could cry. The silk sheets beneath you feel cold against your skin, easing the heat that floods your entire body. You grip them with one hand, the other still in Eddie’s hair as he flicks his tongue back and forth over your clit in the perfect rhythm. He doesn’t dare change his pace, not with the way you’re moaning his name like a siren song, drawing him more and more into you.

You’re rapidly approaching your release, that much he knows, and he wants to send you free-falling over that edge. The way you suck his fingers right in practically makes him drool, he can’t get enough. Loud, shrill moans of his name leave your mouth as he curls his fingers into that perfect soft spot inside of you, and Eddie couldn’t care less if the whole damn house can hear you.

“Gonna cum, Eddie, ohmygod—” you’re cut off mid-sentence, the air stolen from your lungs as you come undone for him.

You squeeze around his fingers, soaking him as your body trembles. He pulls them out of you, slowly bringing them to his lips, making sure your eyes are on him. He sucks the digits clean of your juices, humming contently around them. You ache for him, your body desperate to have him even though it’s only been seconds since he’d been pleasuring you.

He moves to hover over you, reattaching his lips to yours in a heated kiss. It’s somehow gentle and rough at the same time, a weird but enticing juxtaposition. He tastes like you and it drives you crazy as your mouths clash together, all teeth and tongues.

“Fuck, baby, hold on. Let me get a condom,” Eddie says, nearly breathless as he pulls away.

“No— want you to fuck me raw,” you mewl, reaching out to stop him as he goes to stand.

“Baby…” he says, looking at you with uncertainty. He never goes without a condom, and certainly doesn’t want you to feel pressured to forgo one.

“Please, Eddie. Just pull out,” you plead with him, and you honestly can’t believe your nerve right now. Begging the famous rockstar you just met to fuck you raw, as if you have all of this power over him. What you don’t know is that Eddie already wants to give you anything you ask for.

“Okay, alright, sweetheart. Whatever you want,” he says, leaning down to kiss your forehead before positioning himself on top of you.

He lines his cock up with your entrance, and you can feel the way you throb for him. You know you’re even more soaked than before, and you hardly worry about whether or not he’ll fit.

“You ready?” he asks sincerely. Big brown eyes searching yours for your approval.

“Mhm,” you hum, letting your eyes flutter closed when you feel him start to press in.

Moans leave each of your mouths in unison as he sinks inside inch by inch. Your nails dig in to the skin on his back, dragging down when he bottoms out inside of you. He hisses, breathing heavy as he tries to gain some composure. You feel so good around him, too good, and it takes all of his focus to not bust immediately.

“Please move, need you to move,” you whine, looking up at him with your big, pleading eyes.

He nods, “Okay, baby. Gonna give it to you so good, yeah?”

He starts thrusting, slowly at first, dragging his cock almost fully out of you before rutting back in. The air is forced from your lungs, your mouth open in a silent moan. His movements stay slow like that for a little while, giving you the friction you need but still teasing. Moans leave your lips as he slowly pushes himself all the way in, letting you fully feel the way he stretches your walls to fit him.

He starts to speed up then, setting a steady pace as he fucks into you harder. He does it so well, filling you to the brim and making you clench around him. You can feel every vein and ridge on his cock, the pleasure making your body erupt in goosebumps.

“Shit, feel so fucking good, sweetheart,” Eddie pants, his hips smacking against yours roughly. “Wanna try something different?” he asks, waiting for your approval which comes without hesitation.

He pulls out of you, making you wince slightly. He stands at the side of the bed, coaxing you to move towards him. You oblige, scooting right to the edge of the mattress. Strong hands grip your legs, hoisting your feet up onto his shoulders, exposing you perfectly to him. You feel more vulnerable like this, and it makes you antsy as you wait for him to slide back in. When he does, you see stars. The angle is perfect, his cock hitting spots it couldn’t before. You watch as he throws his head back, the muscles in his neck prominent as he clenches his jaw, a guttural groan escaping him.

“You’re so damn beautiful, so fucking gorgeous,” he says, looking back down at you with sincere eyes. “How’d I get the most perfect girl on the planet?”

And then he bends down, your legs still hooked over his shoulders, your body practically folded in half now. You nearly scream out his name, the lewd sounds of his balls slapping against your skin filling the space. He leans down to kiss you, his lips and firm against yours, muffling your pretty noises. He pulls away, letting out a smug little chuckle at the way you instantly moan for him, noticing the tears pricking in the corner of your eyes.

“Gonna cry for me, baby? My cock feels so good you’re gonna cry about it?” he teases, watching your brow furrow in concentration as you get closer and closer to release.

“You’re very — fuck — very fucking modest,” you choke out, trying and failing to bite back your whimpers.

He laughs again, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “You know you fucking love it,” he murmurs, teeth biting at your earlobe before he pulls away. “I can tell you love it, cause you’re suckin’ me in like you were made for me.”

You let out a whine at his words, pinching your eyes shut in pure ecstasy as he continues to split you open. “Fuck, Eddie, don’t stop,” you plead, your body jolting with every harsh thrust he gives you.

He grunts as he fucks you faster, watching in awe as your tits bounce on your chest. He can feel how soaked you are for him, can see your cream pooling around the base of him when he sheathes himself fully inside.

“You gonna cum for me again, sweetheart?” he rasps, leaning down to kiss along your jawline.

All you can get out is a wobbly “Uh-huh,” nodding your head to the best of your ability. His fingers dig in to the meat of your thighs, a dull ache from his harsh grip barely noticeable in the back of your mind. One hand moves from its spot on your leg to reach down and play with your clit, the pad of his thumb rubbing quick circles over it.

Your back arches off the mattress, your legs shaking as you cry out his name. A few more deep thrusts and you’re plummeting over the edge for the second time tonight, your cunt tensing up around him over and over. The way your walls flutter around his cock brings him dangerously close to release, and he pulls his cock out quickly before he’s pumping it in his fist. All it takes is a few strokes before ropes of his cum are covering your body, splattering over your bare chest and stomach.

You let your legs drop from his shoulders, aching as you stretch them out. You feel like you’re made of rubber, limbs wobbly as your feet drop to the floor.

“Holy shit,” is all you can say, staring up at his ceiling as he chuckles at you from the side of the bed.

“You’re so damn perfect,” he says, shaking his head with a sweet little smile. He stretches, muscles flexing as he raises his arms to the ceiling, cocking an eyebrow at you when he catches you staring.

“Says you…” you reply, pulling the sheets up to hide your face, suddenly shy.

“Let me get you cleaned up, yeah?” he asks, holding out his arm for you, pulling you up when you take his hand.

When you step out of the shower with him, after your body has been cleaned and every inch of your skin has been kissed by his soft mouth, he gives you his big clothes to put on. You change and brush your hair, letting his hands hold your waist as he tries to invade your space to kiss you even more. You can’t help but admire his face, even more gorgeous now that his Halloween makeup is washed down the drain.

You both shuffle out of the bedroom carefully afterwards, trying to gauge how much the party has died down, only to be met with a laugh from the opposite end of the hallway.

Your head shoots up, seeing Gareth and Chrissy stepping out of his room, looking wildly similar to you and Eddie; costumes off, makeup off, a few extra hickeys on Gareth’s neck. Chrissy’s mouth hangs open, her eyes flitting from you to Eddie and back again.

“I told you!!” she shouts, giggling before Gareth takes her hand, pulling her down the stairs with him.

You try to bite back a smile, heat creeping up to your face.

“What exactly did she tell you, sweetheart?” Eddie smirks down at you, pulling your body to his. His cocky expression gives you the hint that he already has an idea.

“Shut up, rockstar.”

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blushweddinggowns · 10 months

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Eddie was…struggling to say the least. And by the end of the first week of sticking around this city, he was completely out of ways to rationalize what the fuck he was still doing here.

Indianapolis was just supposed to be a pitstop after visiting Wayne. Then, he was supposed to see Chrissy in a few days, spend some time in San Francisco before jet setting around the world for his year-long vacation. But instead here he was, avoiding Chrissy’s calls, opting instead to take the coward’s route of sending cryptic texts and reassurances that he was fine. Despite the fact that he’d canceled his flight a few days ago.

And for what? Some hot guy he had only seen twice? That he couldn’t even get past first base with?

And while technically it was the best date of his life, that didn’t exactly warrant whatever the fuck he was doing here. And that wasn’t even mentioning all of the fucking lies.

It was safe to say that he was floundering over here. Which was so fucking stupid. He was Eddie fucking Munson for God’s sake, not some lovesick highschooler. And he was sure that there were many easier flings to be had in his immediate future if he just left. This was when it was time to abort the mission right? He hadn’t gotten what he wanted, and that was that.

So why was that so hard to accept? Why was he so fucking obsessed with this dude? Eddie had no fucking clue. Well…maybe he had some clue. Because Steve was funny. And he was smart, adventurous, and interesting enough for Eddie to want to know everything about him. Not to mention painfully attractive. And then add in being a complete sweetheart on top of everything else.

All Eddie knew was that he wanted to see him again. And leaving now felt…wrong. Because Steve liked him. He obviously liked him, or at least Eddie really hoped he liked him. He at least liked him enough to give him his number. And answer his calls.

They had been talking a lot in the past few days. Historically, Eddie had always hated phone calls, especially when a single text could usually save you a half an hour of awkward small talk. But with Steve…it was different. Everything with Steve was different. They didn’t even have to be talking about anything important. They spent an hour and a half the other night debating over plot holes in the Lord of the Rings franchise.

He had been calling him from the hotel’s room phone, adding in yet another lie about forgetting his cell in his non-existent fumigated apartment. But he didn’t feel too guilty about that one. Especially since he went through the extra effort to buy a new real (fake?) cellphone. One that he had purchased specifically for talking to Steve with. Because no matter how much he liked the guy, he wasn’t breaking the cardinal rule of keeping his real number a secret. Not after the insane shit fans sent him the last time it accidently went public.

No, he did the much saner thing of dropping eight hundred dollars on a smartphone and an extra phone plan that he’d only use to talk to the dude he’d been dating for less than a week.

He really was killing it with the circular logic these days. And it was getting harder and harder to ignore. This whole…thing had gotten away from him. And it was becoming a touch too insane for Eddie to keep rationalizing the lies. And it wasn’t even his usual brand of insanity, this felt almost clinical.

But that didn’t stop him from dialing Steve’s number the second his new account was officially activated.

It rang twice before Steve answered, “Hello?”

God, even the sound of his voice was enough to make Eddie shiver.

“Hey it’s me,” Eddie said like a moron. Like Steve would recognize his voice after one date and a handful of calls-

“Oh Eddie, hi!” Steve said, and Eddie could hear the smile in his voice, “That’s so weird. I was literally just thinking about you. I’m guessing you got your phone back?”

It was the smallest bit disconcerting, that just the sound of his voice was enough to make Eddie’s heart beat like crazy. He was kind of used to being the guy who made people nervous, not the other way around. Though he had to admit, it was a little exhilarating to be on the other side of it.

“I did. And you were huh? What were you thinking about?” Eddie purred, more than a bit proud that his voice didn’t sound as shaky as he felt. But if he was ever going to fuck this guy he needed to amp up the charm.

But unfortunately for him, Steve was very good at throwing him for a loop, “You know those Afghan Hounds with the really long hair? Well I just saw a black one that I swear looked exactly like you.”

Eddie barked out a laugh, loud and unbidden, “God, you really know the way into a man’s heart don’t you? Who doesn’t like being compared to a dog?”

“It was a very pretty dog,” Steve tried, “Extremely cute.”

Eddie laid back on his bed, smiling at the ceiling like an idiot, "You think I'm pretty?"

He couldn’t see him, but Eddie could swear that Steve was rolling his eyes before saying, "I think you know you're pretty. You’ve seen a mirror before right? Y’know, the shiny things that show your reflection?”

God, he could be such a little bitch. Eddie freaking loved it.

“Well now you’re just making me blush,” Eddie laughed, hoping that it came off as a little sarcastic instead of painfully honest.

“And I bet that’s pretty too. So what's up?"

Oh y’know, just obsessively thinking about you near constantly, “I was just wondering when I would get to see you again.”

"Well, my sister's going to be at her girlfriend's place tonight. How do you feel about coming over? I know it’s late but-”

“I’d love to,” Eddie interrupted, already excited. If that wasn’t a green light for them going further Eddie didn’t know what was. In a few hours it would be nearly midnight. And Eddie was more than down for a booty call, “When?”

“Maybe a few hours? I can text you the address. I’m sorry that my schedule is so fucked, but y’know. Night shift.”

“No worries. Guess I’ll see you soon?”

“Looking forward to it.”

From the latest chapter of this fic, inspired by this post

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ladykailitha · 6 months

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Royal Pain Part 25

I make two promises about the end of this chapter. It's not what it looks likes, and that it WILL be fixed in the next chapter.

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt 4 Pt 5 Pt 6 Pt 7 Pt 8 Pt 9 Pt 10 Pt 11 Pt 12 Pt 13 Pt 14 Pt 15 Pt 16 Pt 17 Pt 18 Pt 19 Pt 20 Pt 21 Meta Pt 22 Pt 23 Pt 24

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Steve was keeping busy. He was! Running a shop full time and his apprentices were only half way through their training, he didn’t have time to moon over Eddie.

But as much as he wanted to lie to himself he knew that there were too many times that he spent checking his phone for text messages, voicemails, and IG DMs. It was lame. And worse?

He had to watch this.

Vickie walked up to Robin. “Hey, babe. Can you show me how to do the multiple scheduling again? The time I tried, I accidentally scheduled all the way out to the year 3025. Which really, really shouldn’t be possible.”

Robin giggled. “I think they had to put in an end date and went as obscene as possible thinking that they wouldn’t have to update it in their life time.”

Vickie blushed and ran her hand up and down Robin’s arm. “Thanks for showing me again.”

Robin nearly fell out of the chair. Vickie quickly grabbed her and barely managed to prevent her from taking a nosedive.

“Right,” Robin said, ducking her head to hide her flush of embarrassment, she showed Vickie how to do the scheduling again.

He turned to Chrissy. “Please save me from this disaster, Duchess. It’s killing me.”

“You wish is my command, my liege,” she purred and stalked toward the reception desk.

Her outfit was barely this side of professional, but considering what other artist wore in their shops, he couldn’t call her out on it. It was pretty much the preppy pastel version of those other shops. Tight, light blue, skinny jeans with a baby blue tank top and white suede jacket, draped artfully on her elbows to show off her tattoos.

She leaned over the desk giving Robin and Vickie an eyeful of her perky breasts. She reached over and curled one of Robin’s loose strands of hair around her finger. Robin turned absolutely red.

‘You coming to Club Rainbow tonight?” Chrissy simpered, using the easier to say nickname for the Rainbow High Club.

“I wasn’t planning on it,” she said, glancing over at Steve and then back to her. “With E–with it being so quiet lately, I figured we weren’t going.”

Chrissy smiled. “I’m always down for bright lights, pumping music, free flowing booze, and...” she leaned closer, “pretty girls.”

If Robin had been red before she positively scarlet now.

Chrissy twisted so she was leaning back on the desk. She flicked a long nailed finger under Vickie’s chin. “How about you, green-eyed girl? You coming, too?”

Everyone’s jaws dropped.

But it worked.

Suddenly Robin was tripping over her feet to say that of course she was going clubbing tonight, that of course she was. And that she was clearly out of her head to even think to stay home.

“Good,” she said, tilting her head back to look at Robin upside down. “Now convince your boy over there to join us.”

Steve gasped. “Traitor!”

Chrissy laughed. “Come on, Steve, you need to get out and feel the earth move under your feet for a night!”

His phone rang and suddenly his was on his feet in an instant.

“Hey, Eds...”

“Baby,” Eddie breathed into the phone. “You sound tired, you okay?”

“No, I’m good.”

“That’s good to hear, sweetheart,” Eddie said softly. “You doing anything fun this weekend?”

“We were thinking of going to the club tonight,” he murmured. “It won’t be the same without you.”

“Go, have fun, babe,” Eddie said. “You deserve it.”

“I guess.”

“Hey, while I’m thinking about it,” Eddie said nervously. “Did you find someone to fill my tattoo slot?”

“Oh, no. I didn’t,” Steve replied, pained. “I wouldn’t just have someone come in and fill your spot, Eds. That’s your three hour block of time, because you’re coming back, right?”

“Of course, I am, Stevie,” Eddie said gently. “I just worry about you losing money you could be making.”

“I know it’s twelve hours I could be making more money, I know that. It’s just–”

“Hey, babe,” Eddie said. “I’m being rushed out the door. I’ll talk to you soon.”

“No, of course. Miss you lots.”

“Miss you more.”

He hung up feeling worse than before he got the call. It had only been three days, but he felt his heart had been ripped out of his chest.

He walked back to the reception area, rubbing the end of his nose. He cleared his throat. “You guys go on ahead without me tonight. I don’t feel so good.”

The three girls shared glances but nodded.

Argyle took a deep breath. “Why don’t Jonathan and I come over with pizza while the girls go to the club?”

Erica came out her room with a grin. “Did someone say club?”

Chrissy cheered. “Hell yeah, girlie. We are going to have so much fun.”

Steve thought about the offer while the girls made plans, then nodded. It was better than being alone and he was really starting to like Jonathan now that he had broken it off with Nancy.

“Yeah, let’s do that.”

The entire shop breathed a sigh of relief.

The club would have been better with its loud music, lots of people, and free flowing beer, but pizza night with the guys was good, too.

“Wait!” Steve said, his brain catching up through his fog of misery. “Erica is only eighteen!”

“Buzzkill.”

Sunday was awful. Dustin and Suzy kept gushing about how cool it was that they knew someone who was playing with Metallica.

He was thankful when his phone rang. He walked out to the front porch to answer it.

“Hello?”

“Hey, kid,” came the warm voice on the other end of the line.

“Wayne?” Steve looked at the time on his phone. It was a little after seven.

“I figured since we were both missing our boy, I’d give you a call.”

“I didn’t really think about it,” Steve murmured, pinching the bridge of his nose, “but yeah I guess he can’t call you if he’s on stage.”

“This is alright, yeah?”

“No, course it’s okay, I appreciate you thinking about me.”

“How have you been holding up?”

“It’s only been four fucking days and it’s liking I’m missing a limb. I can’t imagine what you felt when he moved to Indy.”

“That’s different,” Wayne murmured, “I knew it was coming. This was sprung on ya, it was bound to feel like shit. What’s eating ya?”

“God, I don’t even know. It’s just when we were finding our feet, the rug got pulled out from under us and I feel like I’m the only one that fell on my ass. And I know that’s not fair to Eddie. I get to live my dream, but he’s not allowed to live his? What kind of shit boyfriend would I be?”

“A hurt one,” Wayne muttered. “I always tell Ed when he gets like this he has two choices with me. You do all the talking and I listen. Or I do all the talking and you let my voice wash over you like a warm, comforting blanket.”

Tears slipped down his cheeks and he hurried to scrub them away.

“You talk, I just need a kind voice on the end of the line.”

Steve listened to him talk about the book club and a used car he bought recently when his truck finally gave up the ghost. He let the warm slow Southern drawl just wash over him and soothe his soul.

Finally Wayne ran out of things to talk about, but by then Steve was feeling better and they said their goodbyes.

And somewhere in Hawkins Wayne stood his kitchen with tears of his own streaming down his face, missing both of his boys.

Steve’s heart leapt every time he got a call, a text, a voicemail. He tried not to sound disappointed when it wasn’t Eddie. He made doubly sure he didn’t sound like that when Wayne called. They were both missing Eddie and he wasn’t about to take it out on him.

Robin was getting more and more concerned. She knew that he wasn’t sleeping, that he was barely eating enough to function and was pretty much living off Monsters and coffees too large to be sane.

She really got concerned when he ordered a six shot espresso and downed it in one gulp.

“Steve...” she said warningly.

“I took it slow like everyone wanted,” he spat out bitterly. “I respected his space and his pace. I rescued him from his evil ex. I dotted all the Is and crossed all the Ts and I’m stuck here wondering if he’s going to find someone better than me. Someone who likes metal, not just go to his concert because he’s the playing. That he’ll find another tattoo artist. A better one. One that will really let him fly. That he’ll pack up and move to LA and I’ll be here with a broken heart and shop I will learn to resent.”

“Oh.” Because what else could she even say to that. Because sure, he could do what Max did and just follow Eddie to LA, but he couldn’t do it immediately. He still had at least four months mentoring Chrissy and Argyle. Eight months on the outside. And by then what would be the point of moving out there.

If Steve was like this after a week, six months would kill him.

“You don’t know what’s going to happen,” Robin said. “You just have to trust him to talk to you and do what’s best for both you. How has he sounded when he calls?”

Steve frowned for a moment. “I guess like me, happy to hear my voice, sad that we’re apart. But there is this tiredness underneath and a hint of anger.”

“At you?” she asked, putting her arm around him.

He shrugged. “I don’t think so, but he won’t talk to me about it.”

“He probably doesn’t know how to say it,” she said wisely. “Just give him time.”

Steve nodded.

Steve made the first impulsive decision he’d made since deciding to be Hop’s apprentice.

He was going to get a tattoo. He made the appointment with Hop and calmly explained what he wanted and where.

Hop leveled him with a glare. “You sure you want this? You’re an artist yourself, Steve. You know how hard it is cover up a mistake. If I do this there is no going back.”

Steve nodded. “I want it because even if it doesn’t work out, even if we go our separate ways, I want something to remember him by.”

Hop took a deep breath and started his work. It didn’t take long. It was a small tattoo, simple enough in its design. He would have done it himself if Robin hadn’t stopped him.

Soon it was done and Hop scooted back on his chair. He cleaned Steve up, bandaged it, and wrapped it in plastic wrap.

“There you go, kid,” Hop said. “I hope it’s what you wanted.”

Steve nodded. “It is. I promise I won’t regret getting it.”

Hop sighed and got to his feet. “You’re smart man, Steve. A good tattoo artist, too. You’ve been through so much in such a short time. I think you need to take a break and just think. About the shop, your apprentices, your employees, friends, Eddie. Decide what you want and then go for it okay?”

Steve nodded. “Yeah. It’s just I’m the only full artist at my shop, I can’t take time off without closing it.”

Hop nodded back. “I’ve been there. I just worry about you.”

Steve sighed. “I worry about me too.”

Steve was vibrating out of his skin. The band was coming home today. He was going to see Eddie today.

But when the bus pulled up to the depot and they all filed out, there were only three of them.

Miranda and Jeff were hugging and kissing, Brian and Cecil were hugging. Even Gareth was getting swamped with hugs from his twin and mom.

But–

“Where’s Eddie?” Robin asked first. And Steve was grateful that she was there.

The other three members of the band looked at the ground, around them, anywhere but at Steve.

“He made us stop in Hawkins,” Jeff murmured and even Miranda was starting to look concerned.

“He wanted to spend a couple days with his Uncle Wayne,” Gareth said.

Steve heart plummeted to his stomach. “He’s not coming home?”

“It’s just for a couple of days,” Brian hurried to explain. “The tour just gave him a lot of things to think about.”

“Oh.”

Steve turned on his heel and ran out of the depot, shouts of his name following him out.

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lieblingspulli · 1 year

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Need Something? - SKZ

W.C: 2.3k

Seungmin x Reader

Summary: Two days converge into one as you and Seungmin unwind for the day!

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Note: Hey! It’s been a while but I got inspired by my extreme procrastination of my schoolwork to make something. I’ve been just itching to write about super mundane things tbh, I’ve been just so busy, I’m appreciating the mundane much more lately. Hope you all like it <3

Seungmin was extremely relaxed after his daily coffee run. If there was anything to start his morning peacefully, it was nicely flavored americano and an empty cafe. Today would be a good day, Seungmin resolved to himself. He would get his choreo memorized, sing some demos for Chan today and maybe even go live for a lunchtime mukbang session. Today would be a great day in fact. He felt so at peace that he felt he could do anything today, even the laundry that had been sitting in the corner of his room for like a week at home. Today would be good.

You personally felt victimized today. Nothing like sleeping through the most important meeting of the quarter to start your morning. You spent all of last night typing out your important charts and notes, Seungmin couldn’t even lure you into bed with warm cuddles and extra attention.

Despite this, Seungmin had kissed you to sleep endlessly when you did join him at an early 3 in the morning. You felt so bad for keeping him awake, but Seungmin didn’t have an important quarterly report to type, you did. Resigning to a stern lecture from your coworkers, you let the morning do its thing. You used the last of the coffee pods that Seungmin left you and fed your tiny, old dog before hurrying out the door. Let’s get this day over with, you thought.

Right before you left work for the day, you sent Seungmin a text.

Just getting out of work. When do u get home?🥲-Y

Almost immediately Seungmin answered.

Maybe around 7. :( Srry bby -S

Can you squeeze out an early send off from chris??? Tell him I broke my finger -Y

You’re funny. Let me work my magic ;) -S

Lmk how that goes, if not just tell my chrissy I said hi and he still owes me some nachos from when he ate mine -Y

Some time went by as you waited for a reply. You watched the fall colors of the trees pass you by as the bus took you to your homestop. Something about fall calmed your nerves. Luckily, the quarterly meeting had been postponed because the division manager had a cold, which totally saved your butt. You sighed and felt a vibration from your phone.

Chan$$ venmoed you 10 usd

You grinned and sighed. Opening up your messages with Seungmin, you shook your head and laughed.

Why did chan send me 10 dollars in usd 🤔 -Y

bro???? -Y

He said because you keep pestering him for an american dish -S

Tell him I’ll enjoy it very much thxxx -Y

He also said you have to share with him when you get them -S

Why dont you just text him urself omg -S

You just sent him an emoji with your tongue sticking out.

Oh hey did he let you out tho? -Y

No -S

We have a weird schedule today bc of the morning show tm -S

Srry bb -S

Its OK. have fun xoxo -Y

You pulled the bus signal and gathered your stuff. The time on your phone read 4:26. Technically speaking, you should be at work, but was let out early due to the manager being gone and the meeting had everyone done with work. Maybe you would cook some lasagna according to your mom’s recipe. Or take Luna (your fossilized age dog) out on a walk. You didn’t really seem to know what to do because of this peculiar on-edge feeling.

It was peaceful around you as you hopped off the bus. An ajumma was reading her book on the bus stop bench. A 16 year old student and his friend were arguing over a bag of chips. A business man was walking presumably home from work.

You pulled your coat a little tighter around you as you started to walk in the direction of yours and Seungmin’s place. The cold air had picked up in a bit of a breeze as you passed the corner store which was next to the salon that was owned by your neighbor down the hallway. Eventually you made it to your building and walked into the warm main hallway.

Seungmin’s schedule was unexpectedly busy today. Despite his peaceful start, the choreographer made some changes to the new dance they were learning for a unit video with Leeknow and Jeongin. Leeknow, being the particular dancer he always was, made the choreo hour seem like 3. Afterwards, Chan said his demo tracks still weren’t ready but he could send one of them over for a listen. This left Seungmin a bit of freetime before lunch, so he decided to walk to the new chocolate store that opened down the street and buy you some mocha and espresso choco bites. With his goodies in hand, Seungmin proceeded to go about his day as normal, except for the fact that Jisung was freaking out when he met with Seungmin for lunch over how his recording session went terribly and he needed to reschedule soon because the tracks needed to be edited soon. All of Jisung’s stress made its way to Seungmin and started to give him an icky feeling. The best he could do was offer some comfort to Han by offering to help him on the vocals when he had a chance. This seemed to help him a bit. Not soon after, You texted Seungmin and this put him at ease. Running off after lunch, Seungmin found Chan in his studio working on the aforementioned demos. Trying to guilt trip his most loyal leader, Seungmin found himself getting an apologetic “Sorry min but the schedule is packed after 3:30. It's best to stay the day I think” from Chan. Welp.

From here on, it was utter chaos. When Seungmin got to the group meeting room for a debrief on the morning schedule, no one but the manager was there. Everyone was late, Hyunjin didn’t have anything but a coffee and his phone because he forgot his laptop at home, Jeongin was sniffing because he was recovering from a cold, Leeknow was late because of a dance practice, Chris and Changbin were late because of the demo fixing, Jisung walked in with a second lunch, and Felix just lost track of time. Who knows what happened after that.

In between song rehearsals, Seungmin replied to your text and apologized for the continuing schedule. He sensed your day hadn’t gone according to plan but he really couldn’t do much at the moment. Jisung was pestering him to help him with some vocals and he reluctantly agreed to a bit of help after the rehearsal. So much for going home early.

After he grabbed his bag to head to Jisung’s studio room, he texted you again to make sure you were okay.

Are you bored without me yet -S

Seungmin swung the door open and started slowly heading down the dimly lit hallway to let Jisung catch up.

No Luna decided to spit up her lunch. Also the coffee machine broke -Y

My beloved coffee machine 🙁 -S

Seungmin got startled when he felt some hands on his shoulder. Jisung had caught up.

“What did you think about that rehearsal huh?” Jisung chuckled and readjusted his hoodie over his head. “Personally, I don’t know if I’ll survive tomorrow.” He shook his head and grimaced.

“Ah, it's fine. It’s strange because everyone was late but tomorrow won’t be that bad. I need a vacation after though.” Seungmin chuckled and stuffed his phone in his back pocket before heading into the elevator after Jisung.

“Bro I’ve got so many tracks to finish and turn in, it’s insane.”

“Tell me about it, I’ve got a bunch of people asking me for help.” Seungmin laughed and nudged at Jisung teasingly. Jisung got a bit embarrassed and slapped his arm playfully.

“I’m looking forward to the weekend.” Jisung sighed.

“Me too.” Seungmin agreed wholeheartedly and followed his companion into the studio hallway.

Finally, 7pm hit the clock. You quickly set the table and hopped in the shower. All the unease in your stomach had made you do odd chores around the house to get your mind off of the feeling. You made your homemade lasagna, did 2 loads of laundry, vacuumed the whole house, and cleaned out the fridge. Still, you felt unfinished. The whole day at work, people had been asking for your assistance on different tasks and now that you did jobs for yourself, it didn’t feel satisfying enough. Additionally, you tried making your favorite caramel latte but the machine broke. You sighed as you washed your hair. After you got out and was on step 3 of your skincare routine, you heard the front door open and close, signaling the return of your boyfriend.

Seungmin took the choco bites out of his bag before setting it on its designated hook in the hallway. Luna ran up to Seungmin and excitedly pawed at his shoes for pets. Suengmin smiled and crouched down to pet her before talking sweet nonsense despite her being a dog.

You walked out from the bedroom, careful not to startle Seungmin and snickered a bit.

“And here I thought I was the one going to get extra attention.” You teased.

Seungmin stood up and waddled over to you with arms open wide.

“Babyyyyyyyy. I missed you so” He said in his best baby voice. You adored Minnie. “Don’t strangle me Min.” You pouted.

“I’m sorry, I just had a weird day.” You could hear his visible pout and you rubbed his back.

“Did you need something then? A kiss? Some food?” Seungmin held you out at arm’s length and got suddenly very serious.

“That is the first time someone has asked me that all day.” You giggled at his distraught face, knowing he was pouting about not getting enough attention.

“Aw, my poor baby boy didn’t get enough love from his friends did he?” You smiled teasingly. He dramatically nodded yes and then seemed to have an epiphany.

“Oh! I have something for you!” He ran over to the table and picked up a fancy yellow pastry box before opening them and stretching them out to you.

“Aw, baby, you didn’t have to.” You picked up a chocolate cookie looking thing and bit into it. You expected a cruncy texture, but got more of a caramel bite of brownie spongieness. You sighed in pleasure and closed your eyes to savor the taste.

“Mmmm! This is so good. Where did you get these from?” You opened your eyes.

“There’s a new pastry shop by the JYP building! I thought you could use a pick me up today.” He stared at you excitingly, happy that you were happy. He happily walked back to the table and set down the box before sauntering to the kitchen.

“Thanks Min, I really appreciate it. I needed the surprise.” He looked back at you and curiously asked what was wrong.

“Ah, I just had a bad start to the morning. My meeting got delayed and I’ve been feeling weird all day.” You walked to the counter and began to plate some lasagna. “I did make my favorite dish for dinner though.” You felt arms wrap around you waist and a chin prop on your shoulder.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t do more, baby. Do you need something from me? Sometimes you just need someone to take care of you to feel better.” Suengmin said sweetly. You leaned your head back against him.

“You’re too nice to me you know that right?” You sighed and got back to serving the food.

“No, I’m so serious right now. I feel like everyone asks so much of us that we don’t just get to take care of eachother.” He helped you carry the dishes to the table as he maintained the conversation.

“So many people asked me for favors today. I realized how much I just wanted to go home and listen to someone ask about my day. I feel like that would make you feel better. So, I’ll do just that!” He happily exclaimed this last point and pulled out your chair for you to sit down in. You smiled and puckered your lips for a kiss. He happily obliged. You sweetly kissed him and said, “Min, all I want from you is your attention and your cuddles.” You giggled. He smiled and quickly grabbed some juice from the fridge before running to the table to sit down like a child.

“Okay, tell me about your day. I want to know everything. I also want to know what I can do to make you feel better. Think of it as a master plan. Plan Y/N: Make Y/N feel loved and appreciated for all they do for everyone.” He motioned with his hands across the space in front of him.

You shook your head and began from the very beginning. Seungmin listened the whole time and attentively ate while making agreeable sounds. Watching you be so animated about a normal day was so attractive to him, he thought to himself that he would spend all his days like today if he could return to you and listen to you speak. As dinner winded down, he held your hand across the table and spoke about his schedule that day. Although he was being pestered all day with favors, he felt that this one task that was given to him by you would never be an annoying one. He would gladly ask if you needed something from him if it meant giving you extra love and attention.

#skz #skz x reader #skz chan #skz lee know #skz changbin #skz hyunjin #skz jisung #skz felix #skz seungmin #skz jeongin #skz fluff #stray kids #seungmin #seungmin x reader #seungmin x you #you make stray kids stay #lovestay

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hairstevington · 11 months

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flowers and ink (part 8)

Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington

Summary: Chrissy stops by the shop to have a necessary conversation. Speaking of necessary conversations, Eddie pays a visit to Steve afterwards.

part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six, part seven, link to Ao3

Word Count: 2.6K

Warnings: TattooArtist/Florist modern day AU, this one gets kind of emotional actually??? Deep conversations about their pasts, pretty on-par with canon stuff, and then a very sweet ending :)

A/N: Okay, you guys - we're headed to the finish line! After this I most likely will just post one more chapter as an epilogue of sorts. Thank you to all who have followed along!! I never expected this one to get this much love!!

Steve and Eddie saw each other for three days in a row over their first three dates. After that, neither of them wanted to break their streak.

Yeah. They were both totally obsessed with each other.

They didn’t go on dates every night, but they’d at least visit each other during breaks on days when they both worked. And they texted constantly. Eddie even joined in on Robin and Steve’s movie night, which apparently was a big deal. They’d only ever let one other person crash their movie night, a surrogate little brother figure of Steve’s who was friends with Will.

Steve still never pressed Eddie for more information about his past, which was great, but the weird thing was that Eddie actually wanted to tell Steve about his life.

That was a first.

It probably didn’t help that it was all on his mind from seeing Gareth and Chrissy over the weekend. Just a lot of reminders of what happened and what he left behind. He tried to remind himself of how he was happier now, and the new life he’d built for himself, but he still felt guilty.

So, when Chrissy showed up to Ink About It, Eddie wasn’t the least bit surprised, and he knew exactly what she wanted to know.

“Hey,” she said with a warm smile. “Do you have some time to squeeze me in?”

“Always,” Eddie replied, gesturing for her to join him in the office. “So, are we getting a tattoo today or just addressing the elephant in the room? Or, maybe you want a tattoo of a giant elephant in a room? Let me know and I’m at your service. I owe it to you, after all.”

He was rambling. He knew he was. But he was nervous and embarrassed and a ton of other things. The truth was, he’d loved Chrissy in high school. Like real, deep, meaningful love, and then he cut her off. He cut everyone off, but that was no excuse.

“I’m not mad at you, you know,” Chrissy said. The sentence made Eddie stop dead in his tracks and spin around to face her. “Not anymore, anyway.”

“That’s, uh, good,” Eddie stuttered. He was eased by the fact that Chrissy seemed a bit nervous, too.

“Well,” she said on an exhale. “You heard my side of things at the show. Your turn.”

Thank God the tattoo shop was dead. He didn’t have an appointment for another hour, and it was during their slowest time of day so he doubted anyone would walk in.

“Thanks for saying all that, by the way,” Eddie replied. “You could have made me sound like a real dick.”

The way that Chrissy had painted their whole relationship in a positive light was the only reason he’d been able to hold it together during and after the show. If she’d talked shit about him on that stage, he probably would have skipped town a second time due to humiliation.

But she didn’t do that.

“Yeah, well, lucky for you, I didn’t write the show when I was eighteen,” she teased. “Although there are some very angsty poems in a journal somewhere that I should probably burn.” Eddie laughed, then nodded in understanding.

“I have some….really angsty songs that have never seen the light of day,” he noted.

“Oh, I bet. The ones I did hear were already pretty scary,” she joked, laughing lightly.

Eddie used to play all of his original songs for her. Well, almost all of them. There was one he wrote about how he was pretty sure he liked men that he never got the chance to show her. In any case, the way she was still joking and being her familiar sweet self (as opposed to her badass, confident stage persona) made Eddie feel a bit more relaxed. He took a deep breath, noticing the way she was waiting for him to speak.

Here goes nothing.

“I didn’t graduate, Chris,” he began. Her eyes went wide.

“What?! No, you - you did. We graduated together. You just didn’t go because you were sick.”

“I didn’t go because I got busted for selling and then was expelled,” Eddie admitted. “I was barely passing my classes anyway. Most of the teachers took pity on me just so I didn’t have to retake the year. But then uh - well, yeah. I got kicked out.”

“But I didn’t -” Chrissy was completely stunned. “I had no idea.”

“I didn’t tell anyone,” he replied.

He hadn’t. The only person that knew was his uncle. Wayne was the only family member that gave a shit about Eddie, so naturally he was Eddie’s phone call the day of the arrest. Wayne bailed him out and, next thing Eddie knew, he was in Hawkins.

“Anyway,” Eddie continued. “I was so embarrassed I just…left and didn’t look back. At the time I thought you were better off without me, honestly. You said it yourself - before you met me, you hadn’t even smoked before.”

“Before I met you I was -” Chrissy scoffed and shook her head, baffled. “I start the show talking about the day I met you for a reason. It’s because my life began that day, Eddie. You weren’t some bad influence that corrupted me, you were an escape from - from my shitty friends and my even shittier mom. And you were what sparked me to figure out who I was, and that’s special to me. You were my best friend. And you could have told me.”

Her final sentence stung, but it was a good kind of sting. His secret was finally on the table, and she was still there. She was still supporting him.

“I know that now,” he replied. “I’ve wanted to reach out for ages, but it felt like the more time that went by-”

“I understand,” she said, nodding. “I get it. It’s okay, I just - I missed you.”

Chrissy closed the gap between them and hugged him tightly, an embrace that Eddie quickly accepted.

“I missed you too,” he responded. They held each other for a few extended moments, then broke away, a tension off their shoulders. “Do you live here now?”

“For the time being,” she answered. “Argyle and I move around a lot. We just kind of point somewhere on a map and go.”

“Shit, and you ended up here?” Eddie asked, surprised. “That’s, like, a crazy coincidence.”

“Yeah, well Argyle always tells me that we end up exactly where we’re meant to go,” Chrissy responded, smiling.

“I like that guy,” Eddie said, nodding.

“Of course you do,” she teased. “You’re both weird stoners with awesome hair.” Eddie laughed, flattered at the compliment. He took a moment to look at her - the way she looked just as she did, but so different at the same time. More laugh lines in her face, for one. Her hair was shinier and fuller. There was more color to her skin. Eddie wondered if that was what happiness looked like.

“Just so we’re clear,” Eddie said, needing to say one last thing before they moved on. “What you said about me on stage the other day -” He didn’t need to specify. Chrissy spoke about their relationship fondly and candidly. “It was the same for me.”

“I know,” she replied, smiling more brightly now. “Okay! So, we finally got that out of the way.”

“Finally,” Eddie echoed. “Now what?”

“Now,” she started, “we talk about your boyfriend and his ridiculously hot friend.”

Eddie chuckled, then nodded.

“Okay, well first of all, he’s not my boyfriend.” Chrissy eyed him, knowingly, which he chose to ignore.

“Whatever,” Chrissy dismissed. “Figures we’re both queer, by the way. I love that for us.”

“They say we travel in packs,” Eddie joked. Chrissy nodded in agreement. “Anyway, Robin’s awesome. Have you gone out with her yet?”

“Tonight!” Chrissy responded. “And I’m very excited. That’s another reason I came here. I wanted to clear the air in case you come up in conversation, because it seems like anything I tell her will just go straight to your boyfriend -”

“Not my boyfriend,” Eddie reminded her, smirking.

“Why not? I saw the way you look at each other,” Chrissy noted.

“Because it’s only been a few weeks,” Eddie pointed out.

“And?” she prodded.

“It’s too soon,” Eddie insisted, pretending to scratch at a spot on his cheek to hide the blush creeping up his face. “Moving on.”

“Moving on,” Chrissy replied with a smug grin.

She stuck around the tattoo shop to catch up until his next appointment, and it felt a lot like old times. Eddie thought for the longest time he’d burned every bridge from his hometown, but recently he’d learned that he’d left the water underneath unscathed.

Who needed a bridge when Chrissy and Gareth could swim?

Steve worked at a literal flower shop, and yet he was just starting to truly understand the expression, ‘stop and smell the roses.’

He was in total bliss. Things with Eddie were great. It had been a long time since Steve had felt such an easy connection with someone. They clicked on pretty much every level. And, best of all, Eddie got along with Robin too. If she approved of him, that basically meant - well, it was a big deal.

So, he felt lighter at work now. He was better at handling customers. He started to memorize the things Robin used to constantly have to remind him of. Being around plants all day almost made him feel high - like the air was better or something. Actually, Steve wasn’t the most academic guy, but he was pretty sure being around plants and flowers all day did give him a better oxygen supply. He kept telling himself to ask Robin or Google it, but then he’d get distracted thinking about Eddie.

The joys of the honeymoon phase.

It was the night that Robin was going to go out with Chrissy for the first time. She was, naturally, a ball of nerves, but in a good way. Steve had high hopes for their date.

“You are way too happy lately,” Robin told him. “It’s spooky.”

“Yeah, well -” Steve began, stumbling on a response. “Get used to it.”

He sent her off, and then checked his phone.

Eddie: Can I stop by?

Okay, normally that kind of text would send Steve into blind panic, but he tried to remain optimistic. This could be a nice surprise visit, not a devastating one. He sat in the silent apartment for approximately 30 seconds before the overthinking began.

The last time he’d seen Eddie, everything was fine. Nothing out of the ordinary. Although, Steve had never been the most observant. He wracked his brain going over their last interactions to see if he’d maybe missed something.

Oh, shit. Never mind, he was for sure panicking.

Steve: Of course! Robin left so it’s just us 🙂 ETA?

Eddie: On my way now, see you soon!

Well, at least he was using punctuation. Although, that didn’t mean anything necessarily. Steve had been dumped a few times, and -

No, come on. He was not about to get dumped. They weren’t even officially together, so an in-person visit to end things wouldn’t make sense.

This was fine. Everything was fine.

The door opened ten minutes later. Thank god.

“Hey,” Eddie greeted as he walked in. He seemed a little nervous, but not upset. “How was your day?”

If he was going to break up with Steve, he wouldn’t have bothered with the pleasantries, right?

“It was good, how was yours?” Steve asked, doing his best impression of a Chill Person™.

“Chrissy stopped by the shop today,” Eddie began. “And we just - I hadn’t talked to her in so long, and it was really nice.”

Steve let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding in.

“That does sound nice,” he replied.

“Listen, Steve, I -” Eddie shifted his weight back and forth on his feet. “There’s a lot about my life I don’t talk about. Like, from before I moved here. I hadn’t told anybody about it until today, actually.”

“Dude, were you in the mob or something?” Steve asked, completely lost. “Just tell me what’s going on before I burst.”

“Wait, why are you nervous?” Eddie wondered.

“Uhh, because you sent me an ominous text message asking if you could ‘stop by’ and you’re taking for-goddamn-ever in telling me why,” Steve joked. Eddie literally facepalmed.

“Oh, Jesus Christ. You’re right, my bad.” Steve chuckled in relief. “No, it’s not - that’s not why I came over, trust me.”

“Okay, cool.” Steve waited for Eddie to continue. “So?”

“I just - I feel like I have to tell you something.”

“Okay, now you’re doing the ominous thing again,” Steve said, rolling his eyes playfully. “Come on, talk to me.”

“I was arrested when I was eighteen for selling drugs to minors,” Eddie blurted out. His eyes went wide, as if he hadn’t expected the words to actually come out. “I mean, to high school students. And it was just weed, by the way.” Steve crossed his arms, waiting for more.

“Okay,” he said, relatively unfazed.

“You’re not - wait, why aren’t you judging me?”

“Because I bought weed all the time in high school. That’s not much different.”

“I mean, it’s a little different,” Eddie argued. “But okay. Well I - I never graduated high school, either. I don’t have a diploma.”

“Okay,” Steve repeated. “Do you need one?”

“I - well, no, but - what are you - how do - but - I -”

“Okay, woah,” Steve said, chuckling. He walked to Eddie and put a hand on each side of him. “You know I was a mess when I was a teenager too, right? I already told you about some of the shit I got into. I also started a lot of fights - and I lost all of them, by the way. I’m pretty sure if I get one more concussion I’ll die. And I have a diploma, but I didn’t get into any colleges -”

“You mean you don’t care about anything I just told you?” Eddie asked, confused. “You don’t think of me any differently?”

“What? No, why would I?” Steve answered casually. “I used to be a total asshole, and I should have gotten a lot worse than I did. I was just lucky and rich, that’s all.”

“You were rich?” Steve chuckled.

“Yeah, past tense,” he clarified. “I was such an asshole that my parents disowned me the second I turned eighteen.”

“Shit,” Eddie said, exhaling. Steve’s hands slid down Eddie’s arms to his hands, fingers interlocking.

“I don’t care about that stuff,” Steve assured him. “You don’t still sell drugs, right?”

“No,” Eddie replied, shaking his head.

“Just like I’m not an asshole anymore,” Steve continued. “Right?”

“You’re the nicest person I’ve ever met, I think,” Eddie responded quickly. Once again, he seemed alarmed at what he was saying.

“That sounds…impossible,” Steve teased, leaning in to kiss Eddie gently on the cheek. “But I’ll take it.”

Eddie could literally feel his heart warming in his chest. He’d spent years holding all of this inside, and carrying so much shame within him. But he’d gotten forgiveness from Chrissy, and Steve was entirely unbothered.

Steve - the Flower Boy who took Eddie completely by surprise in the best way. He’d never imagined falling so hard for a guy like him, yet here he was. It was like what Argyle apparently said - we all end up where we’re meant to go.

Eddie fully intended on befriending Argyle next, by the way.

“Hey, Steve?” Eddie whispered, their foreheads pressed together.

“Yeah?”

“You wanna be my boyfriend?”

He didn’t plan on asking this particular night. As he’d told Chrissy, they hadn’t been dating very long, and it was still early. But Eddie was on a roll, and the moment felt right.

Steve smiled, confirming that he felt it, too.

“Yeah, I’d love to be your boyfriend.”

(final part)

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mrjames-buchanan-barnes-love · 3 years

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be my valentine

Be my Valentine?

Paring: Chris Evans x reader

Warnings: just swearing and mentions of drinking

a/n: sorry if this is really bad, I wrote it in like an hour. love being sad and wishing Chris were here to take me on a valentine date.

It was valentine’s day the day you dreaded every year. Except this year, you got asked on a date. for the first time in 13 years someone wanted you as their valentine.

You were walking down the streets of Boston when someone bumps into you. Hard. You fall to the ground and look up to give the guy a piece of your mind when you see the most beautiful eye. Those eyes look familiar. Then it hits you Chris fucking Even ran into you. “oh shit”

“ma’am are you okay? I’m so sorry I want looking where I was going. Ma’am?”

“um yeah um hi”

“hi” Chris chuckles “its valentines’ day and here I am running into pretty ladies”

“ha it’s okay I should have been looking”

“can I at least buy you a new shirt?” you didn’t realize till then that he had spilled his hot coffee on what used to be your white shirt.

“oh, you uh you don’t have to its okay” you say waving it off.

“no um please it wouldn’t feel right for me to just leave you like this I would think about it all night who am I kidding probably week” he says rambling.

“okay, okay fine you can buy me a new shirt. You sure are persistent Mr. Evans.” You say standing up and chuckling.

“how do you know who- right I yeah” he says rubbing the back of his neck.

“my friend loves your movies, so I have to sit through the torcher of them” you tease “oh I’m y/n by the way.”

“I’ll have you know miss. y/n my movies are pretty good.” He teases right back.

“whatever you say Evans. You buying me a shirt or not”

“right this way ma ’lady” he says holding his arm out for you to take.

Soon later you and Chris are laughing at stupid jokes while sitting down for lunch together.

“so, a big guy like you have a date tonight?”

“nah, spending valentines’ day with my dog and a bottle of beer. What about you?”

You inhale sharply “yeah I mean someone wanted to go out with me for the first time in 13 years, a guy from my work was very persistent I give me and him a try we’ll see how that goes.”

“lucky guy”

“desperate guy if you ask me, I mean going as low to asking me” you say still smiling.

“your beautiful you know that” you blush looking down.

“shut up” Chris just smiles amusingly.

*time skip to your date*

You had a reservation at your favorite restaurant. You had gotten there 10 minutes early but now 30 minutes later you were still waiting there without a date or phone call. Not even a text. You get up to leave when Chris sits down in the chair across from you.

“Chris?”

“hey” he says smirking.

“what did you do? Please tell me you didn’t kill him”

“what y/n no I saw you though the window sitting here alone so I decided you deserve better then whatever asshole ditched you.”

“aww Chrissy you actually care.” You say teasing him even though your happy to be spending your date with him rather than joe from work.

“for a beautiful girl like you of course I care.” He says smirking.

“shut up and order me food then asshole” you look down blushing.

“whatever you want beautiful.”

Tag: @nschnapp04 @thoughtfulscissorspalaceartisan @just-one-ordinary-fangirl

#chris evans x reader #Chris Evans #valentines

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okimargarvez · 4 years

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REVERSE - 21

Original title: Reverse.

Prompt: Penelope is the new girl on the BAU team and Luke tries to treat her cold.

Warning: A.U., possible OOC.

Genre: drama, romantic, family, friendship.

Characters: Luke Alvez, Penelope Garcia, BAU team, Derek Morgan, O.C. Sam Cooper’ team, Roxy.

Pairing: Garvez.

Note: oneshot 62 in Garvez collection.

Legend: 💑😘👓🔦🐶❗🎲🎈👻🎬🎵.

Song mentioned: Amici per errore, Tiziano Ferro.

Reverse- Masterlist

GARVEZ STORIES

This part is dedicated to @londonrosebooklovingwitch and @inlovewithgarvaz ^^

21 # It's another journey, put it in this way...

It is another hug to upset the balance laboriously reached by Agent Alvez. However, the female protagonist is different. He is drinking a coffee when he recognizes the sound of those steps. Low-heeled shoes. Since she became a mother, this is the best she can afford. How many times has she complained to JJ and the two laughed at it, together. He looks up at her but shakes his head in disbelief. It must be a vision. She is beautiful, dressed entirely in various shades of gray, trousers, naturally; she never loved skirts. The first thing he notices, when he realizes that she is real, is that she has cut her hair. Then she literally jumps on him. -Luke, oh God, Luke, you are okay!- she hugs him so tight that it takes his breath away. He does the same, feeling safe, serene, stretching his nostrils to pick up her scent... that has changed. He strokes her back, then gently detaches her from himself. However, she instantly kidnaps his hand.

-Of course, I'm fine, but what are you doing here?- Chrissie nails her nails into the soft flesh of his palm. -Not that I want to complain...- here, already better, her clear, cerulean eyes seem to warn him. She finally leaves him free. Not that he wanted it, as he said... it's just that it's strange. He struggled to get used to her absence.

-I received a message from Emily telling me that you had been injured and you were very serious.- she says, starting to breathe normally, now that she is sure that he is well. If he hadn't been so fond of risking, of being on the front line, perhaps she would have hesitated a little more. -I called you and you didn't answer.- Luke lifts his cell phone, screen black. She shakes her head. He will never learn to use chargers correctly. -I ran to Quantico, even if there was something that didn’t convince me...- or rather, precisely because there was something unclear. Why pretend she doesn't miss working for BAU?

The brunette lifts her phone and shows him the text message, as well as the sender. She leans against him, naturally. It is certainly not the first time and Rich has learned not to be jealous of it. Because then it seems... no, wrong would be a blasphemy. But it's not strange either, the right adjective. It's different. But it should be there another woman so calmly in his arms. He knows exactly who, but he'll continue to play the role of the dumb, at least for a little while longer. -No, it's better to discuss it with the rest of the team.- this time he's taking her by the hand. -Come on.- they cross the bullpen.

A cry is heard from the balcony, where the offices of the highest members are located. -Christine!- the woman runs down the stairs. Luke smiles, witnessing the repatriation.

-Emily!- another hug. -You really deserved to become the boss, I've always seen you well in the leadership roles.- the two immediately begin to chuckle, as if it were not true that they haven't seen each other for years. -JJ, my beloved blonde.- the former expert in communications with the press and media joins them.

-Chri, how nice to have you here!- comments the latter, with shining eyes.

She is much more cold; she always has been. So deeply similar to him, so deeply opposed to... -Same.- she then turns to the other man. -Rossi...- who shakes his head, dragging her into his arms.

-My little mouse who is too busy to write to me...- it is an affectionate rebuke.

She smiles and shrugs. -I'm sorry, I’m guilty.- she declares. One person is still missing, except for Spencer who cannot be present, even if he is finally out of prison. A nice relief. - Tara, how's your brother?- she asks.

She knew what happened in these months even though she wasn't here, mentally notes Luke. -Better, thank you and your Lise?- the pride of a mother paints her face.

-Oh, it's a little monster, she makes us despair, Rich and I don't sleep for more than two hours in a row...- only one can really understand her. It is she who comments.

-But it's still worth it, isn't it?- only then the man realizes that Garcia, Penelope, deliberately remained on the sidelines, probably feeling excluded from that parenthesis of joy. He can't help feeling a wave of sadness, but he doesn't do anything to change things. Stephanie is distant too, but she seems less affected by the whole thing.

-Every day.- she answers, becoming serious. Then she shows the same message to others.

Prentiss forces herself to take matters into her own hands. -Unfortunately, Christine is not here for a pleasure visit.- she says and everyone goes to the round table room (as Reid's mother had called it the first time she entered, after all she was an English literature teacher). Penelope comes in last.

Christine sighs, preparing to explain. -I received a message from Prentiss that made me believe that Alvez was injured during a mission.- she senses everyone's eyes on himself. She was no longer used to it, but it's a good feeling. -Someone must have hacked her cell phone and since I made it 99% secure, as much as mine... It must be a genius in my field.- she concludes.

-Seems like the typical skill of Scratch.- Walker reflects aloud.

Luke nods. -Unfortunately, Chri was unable to trace the address from which the hacking was carried out.- the blonde with glasses tries not to focus on the amber hand that is affectionately stroking his best friend's arm.

She sighs, seeing that nobody takes the floor. -I could try to give you help... Together we will surely make it.- she smiles, but looks only at the woman.

-Penelope Garcia, right?- she approaches her, to shake her hand. - It's like meeting my favorite Rockstar.- here she managed to make her blush. She hears giggles, one is Luke's. -It's nice to meet you, although I would have preferred a different circumstance...- she nods. They are so different that it’s impressive. Agent Alvez seems to be living in a parallel reality. His best friend and his... his nothing.

-Same.- she gives her an open smile. And then, she says it. -I've heard a lot about you.- with that cheeky tone. Chrissie glances over her shoulder.

She purses her lips in an amused grimace. -I bet I can guess the source.- Garcia laughs at her joke. He knew they would like each other. It was so obvious.

But it still bothers him that they joke in common on him. It is too strange. -Could we go back to Scratch?- he asks, sounding a little too desperate.

Emily gives him a hand, for other reasons. -Well, now we'll leave Christine and Garcia to work at the address.- the two nod in sync. Then she spreads her arms. -We can't do anything else.- all of them go out, except the nominated ones.

Christine touches her shoulder. -Can I be excused, Penelope?- the blonde nods. She closes her eyes once, driving away the tears. She knows perfectly well where (by whom) she is going.

She finds him exactly where she had imagined. On the balcony, watching the weather become progressively wintery. Luke turns to look at her. -Hey, honey, shouldn't you take care of the source?- his tone is sweet. She nods.

-Yes, but I must also tell you something else and I am sure Penelope will be well for five minutes.- as she could do it all alone, but she doesn’t add it.

He takes a moment. -She's not as good as you are.- he says stubbornly. Chrissie shakes her head in open disagreement.

She points a finger at him, accusingly. -Here, you see, that was what I wanted to say.- he swallows. -Em' and JJ told me.- here's the real source, thinks a crazy part of his brain, trying to escape from the moment of truth. -Don't you think you could be a little nicer to her?- there is no self-control when he is with her. He opens his mouth wide like a teenager caught smoking marijuana by his parents. -Come on, did you see her well? She is a ray of sunshine, the most sensitive and affectionate person in the Bureau, if not the entire universe.- he rolls his eyes, annoyed by the fact that she is so much right, yet this is not enough for him.

He sighs, before making his admission. -Yes, but... She's not you.- she nods.

-One more reason to do it.- she pushes him amicably. -Luke, you know I miss you very much too, but I saw how you look at her, you know? And how she looks at you.- and it's not even her specialization, analyzing people's behavior. -I don't need to be a profiler.- she reads his mind.

This doesn’t mean that he will give up without a fight. -You won't want to insinuate... No!- he shouts, frightening a sparrow resting on the ledge. -I can hardly stand her, she with all those trinkets on her wrists, on her hands, that golden hair and her inappropriate and out of place jokes...- Christine shakes her head, giving him a (weak) punch on the chest.

-Alvez, you really are a fool about women.- it wasn’t the first time she told him. -Do as you like, now I have to go back to the office.- she starts and then stops, turning to look at him. -But you know that you're throwing a wonderful opportunity in the toilet... And all because she took my place.- she loves her refined way of expressing herself. As Orpheus should have done to bring his beloved Eurydice back to the world of the living, she doesn’t look back. As soon as she enters the round room, Garcia gestures for her to join her.

She indicates the screen. -Hey, maybe I found a way around that block.- she says shyly. She is quite convinced that much of the blame lies with that idiot of her best friend. But if he thinks she will sit idly...

-Penelope, you are a true genius.- she gives her a quick hug.

-Thanks, I...- she hesitates. -I'm going to tell the others.- Christine gives her the approval. It is up to her now. Just two minutes and everyone is there again, even the jerk.

-Now we can catch him.- Emily announces. -Wheels up in 5.- the strength of habit prevails, even when it is not necessary to use the jet, as in this case. He goes out, followed by the rest of the team. Even Chrissie is preparing to imitate them.

A hand around her wrist stops her. -Hey, where are you going?- she smiles.

-Lise and Richard are waiting for me.- she observes him nodding. -I just wanna say hello to Reid, I'm so mad that he didn't tell me anything about what he went through, even if I understand it, in a way.- they hug. She places her head on his chest. Facilitated by her tallness and by not wearing high shoes. -Try not to get yourself killed, okay?- she whispers.

And Luke replies with the same sentence as always. -I'll do.- she comes off first.

-Luke, you have three minutes.- she winks at him, pointing to the watch on his wrist, before disappearing into an elevator. He sighs, shakes his head, still feeling her perfume... but it's the wrong one. As he walks with the intention of preparing himself, he is caught by a sort of vision, which however in his head he renames as a presentiment. He sees himself dead, a corpse on the asphalt, thrown away by a terrible accident, but he is much higher, he is pure spirit and is tormented by a single regret. Die without ever knowing. His feet quickly change direction, while the awareness of not having enough time grows. He reaches the security door and opens it wide. Penelope is there, curled up on herself in an almost fetal position, her face covered with her hands and her hair's a little messy. For the first time, he doesn't give a damn about how she is dressed and her accessories. He no longer needs that spiel to stay. He observes her body shaken by sobs, hearing her groans of pain.

He clears his throat. -Garcia. What... Why are you crying?- she lifts her head, not masking the tracks. Big tears run across her cheeks. He stretches out his hand with the intention of drying them, but remains so, without completing the gesture.

However, she doesn't mind. -I'm... I'm just afraid.- she squeezes her hands until she cut herself with her fingernails and make blood come out. He doesn't seem to notice this either. A red spot adds to the colors of her dress. -I wish I hadn't found that damned address.- she confess. She certainly never held back as much as he did, but this, of course, is her moment of total openness. -I'm afraid something bad might happen to you all.- she adds, while the lower lip begins to tremble. Luke takes another step in her direction.

-You know it can happen every time we get out of here.- he points out, but his tone is low, calm, not to blame or as if to tell her to open her eyes and notice where they are. He is definitely late. If they don't wait for him, it must have been the fault of fate.

Penelope echoes him. He can no longer think of her as Garcia. Not only. -I know.- she hugs herself, but it is his arms that should comfort her. -Fears are not rational.- he nods. She stands up, taking off her glasses and wiping her face with a tissue. -What are you doing here? Aren't you going to leave?- she asks. She is trying to get rid of him. A step. Another. Another one. One more.

-Yeah.- he's practically on her. -I just needed to do one thing first.- he sees with the eyes of his mind Chrissie and his abuela cheering. -You never know.- he slowly approaches his face, lowering himself. She is hardly breathing, probably considers it more likely he is about to slap her, rather than what is about to happen. She finds partial confirmation when she sees him raise his hands, which however rest on her face, still wet and red. He scrutinizes her reaction for a moment, then nods to himself, bends over what little separates their lips and kisses her. He doesn't give her many seconds to kiss him back. Maybe he still has time to reach out to others. -I will come back and we’ll talk about it.- it sounds like a promise. It will be better for you, thinks Penelope, wearing headphones and preparing to play her part in this mission.

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The story of us

Robron week day 7 - History (not the fic theme i cheated)

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Seb struggles with a relationship and Aaron gives him advice through his own experiences.

Seb was out on a date with his girlfriend. Emily, she was called. They’d met at school and had been dating for a few months now – it was their three-month anniversary. Seb had an idea to take her to the cricket pavilion, he made a picnic and they were going there for lunch.

Aaron and Robert were sat at the table in the kitchen, Robert was going over some haulage contracts and Aaron was scrolling through his phone when the door slammed.

They both turned towards the noise, glancing at each other briefly.

“Seb?” Aaron called, standing up from his chair and walking towards the door.

A red eyed and puffy Seb walked through the door, sniffing and wiping at his eyes. He was looking down at the floor, averting his eyes from his dad’s as he made his way over to the stairs.

“Hey, Seb.” Aaron rushed to grab his arm, “What happened?”

Seb pulled his arm free and sighed, still not making eye contact, “We broke up, that’s all.”

Robert put down the piece of paper he was holding, looking at Aaron who glanced back at him with sad eyes. “Oh, mate. I’m sorry.” He said gently.

Seb bit his lip and nodded his eyes, “It’s fine. It’s my fault anyway.”

“What do you mean its your fault?” Aaron asked, resting his hand onto Seb’s shoulder, “If you said anything, I’m sure she knows you didn’t mean it-”

“I told her I loved her.” Seb blurted out, finally looking between his dads.

Both Aaron and Robert’s mouths opened in shock, completely clueless on what to say.

Seb nodded and wiped at his eyes again, “I told her I loved her, and she couldn’t say it back.” He sucked in a harsh breath as he looked up the stairs. “I’m just- I’m going up to my room.”

He smiled sadly at the floor as he slowly made his way upstairs, quickening his pace as he got to the top and quickly closing his bedroom door.

Aaron let out a sigh and slowly wandered over to the table to sit opposite Robert. “Wow.” He breathed out, watching Robert nod and look upstairs.

“I can’t believe it.” He said quietly, “I didn’t think they were that serious.”

“Me neither,” Aaron admitted, “Do you think- what he said is the whole story?”

“What do you mean?” Robert quizzed, looking back at him, leaning his elbows on the table.

Aaron let out a breath and chewed on his lip, “I mean, do you think maybe she just- she stuttered or hesitated and he was- I don’t know, he was nervous and took it as denial.”

Robert looked like he was contemplating it before sighing and looking down at the contracts again, “I don’t know, but don’t push him. If he thinks we don’t believe him, we’ll never get anything out of him.”

“Gets that from you.” Aaron teased, laughing slightly when Robert pulled a face. “No, I think I know what to do.”

Seb was lying on his bed, his earbuds plugged in and a random song that he found on the family downloads playing. The blinds were shut, and his light was off. He tried to close his eyes and go to sleep, try to pretend that today hadn’t happened.

He tried not to look at the notifications popping up on his phone but the temptation was still there. He sneaked a look and saw the 5 missed calls and messages

Em: Seb please call me back, we need to talk.

Em: I need to explain myself, just please pick up.

He turned his phone over and shoved his head into the pillow. He was only sixteen. He knew his first love wasn’t going to be his last, he’d found that out from his dads and their own stories but actually living through it was a lot harder than he had expected.

A knock on his door kicked him out of his thoughts and he grunted into his pillow, wishing whoever it was could leave him to wallow. They knocked again though, and his room was suddenly filtered with light from the landing. He turned to face the open door to see Aaron stood there, a bowl in his hand.

“Your dad made- well burned popcorn if you want it.” He said gently, leaning against the doorframe.

Seb just shook his head and turned back around to face away from him. He didn’t leave, instead he just closed the door, turned a lamp on and sat down on the side of the bed.

“I don’t want to talk.” He murmured, bringing the duvet over his head.

He heard Aaron shuffle around and then something heavy was placed on his leg. “I don’t want you to talk, I want you to read.”

“What?” Seb asked, confused as he turned around in his duvet to sit up against the headboard. Aaron gestured towards the book that was now laying next to him on the bed. He picked it up. It was dark leather and had an elastic tie around the front to hold it closed. “What is this?”

Aaron took a deep breath in and unhooked the elastic band, opening the book. “It’s my diary.”

Seb scoffed, “You have a diary?”

“No. Not anymore.” Aaron quickly defended himself, “When I was younger. It helped, a lot. Before I had a counsellor, I would write all my messed up thoughts in that diary.”

Seb opened the front cover. He recognised the scrawl of his dad’s handwriting on the first page.

“December 4th 2014”

“Dad, I- why are you showing me this?” He stammered, closing the book and pushing it back over to Aaron.

“I thought you might like to see it from another point of view.” Aaron explained.

“What do you mean?”

“Read it.” Aaron told him as he pushed the diary back onto his lap and stood up, “You’ll understand what I mean.”

Aaron walked out the room slowly and quietly closed the door behind him, leaving Seb holding the diary on his lap.

It was weird. Seb felt weird, reading his dad’s diary. He knew that even though he was told to read it, he almost felt like he was doing something wrong.

His phone pinged again,

Em: I’m sorry, I really am. Please just text me or call me so we can talk. Whenever you’re ready.

He turned the phone off, pushing it off his bed so it landed with a thump on the carpet. He took a deep breath in and opened the book.

December 4th, 2014

I don’t know what’s going on. I want to scream it, I want to tell my mum, paddy, vic, anyone. I’m confused, I’m angry, I’m jealous. Why am I jealous? Because he’s with Chrissie?

Robert Sugden kissed me. He kissed me and then he came back for more. He’s hiding, though. He’s scared to admit what he really is.

Maybe I should just stay away from him.

Seb had heard this story a million times. How his dads were so in love with each other that they couldn’t keep away. How his dad didn’t regret the breaking up of his first marriage, as long as it meant he could be himself, with Aaron.

He skipped ahead a few pages, skim reading a few words every now and then. His writing was rather large on the page so he could get the gist of what each entry involved. Almost every page started with the word Robert.

March 26th 2015

Robert told me loved me. I know I’ve said it before, I know how I feel. It’s not just because I want him suffer. Ok, maybe I do, considering what he put me through. But I do love him. No matter how hard I try to tell myself I don’t, that he’s bad for me. I do. And I can’t get over the fact.

Seb groaned at the soppyness and skipped a bunch of pages. One page had scribbles and doodles around the outside, angry ones.

July 19th 2016

So, Robert’s moving in. I am happy, I’m excited. It’s a new beginning for the both of us and it makes our relationship seem more real.

It also means I don’t think I will have much time to write in here anymore. I guess that’s good. Finally, I have something in my life that’s steady, that’s constant. I love him, I really do. Sometimes I look at him and I can feel my heart multiply in size with the love that I feel.

I don’t tell him though. He does tell me and I know he means it but there’s this feeling in my stomach. The feeling that when I tell him, it’ll all be real. I’ll be transported out of this happy wonderland life that we’re living and get dumped in the real world.

Why am I scared?

Seb’s heart sunk. He knew that they loved eachother and he’d heard them tell eachother that loads of times. He couldn’t imagine it being that hard, especially not for them.

He turned the next page but it was blank. He turned another page and another until he found one with slightly neater handwriting this time, it seemed less – angry.

July 11th 2017

I guess we’re starting this up again, then? I’m surprised I even found it to be honest. I assumed it would have gotten lost in the move.

It’s crazy how time flies. Last time I wrote in here, we were moving into the pub. Now Robert’s having a baby.

He’s with Rebecca now. At a scan. My counsellor told me to write in here whenever I’m feeling down about it. I’m not upset anymore, she’s a constant reminder of what they did and it’s weighing me down, every time we see her, it’s right in my face.

I want him to understand that I’m okay with him having this baby. Sort of. I want to help him through this so we can face parenthood together. I love him, so I’ll love whatever is his.

Seb felt tears start to form in his eyes. He knew about their time apart before he was born. He knew what happened between his mum and his dad, what happened to Lawrence and Chrissie.

Seeing written evidence from that time made it real, made him realise how much his parents loved eachother, even when they didn’t communicate it properly.

As he turned over a few more pages, a printed photo fell out of the book.

It was the photo of them at Liv’s university graduation day. Her with the hat and the scroll, Aaron and Robert with their arms around her shoulders, and then himself. He was stood in a small suit, at seven years old, a big smile plastered on his face as he stood with his family.

He turned the photo around to see writing on the back.

Talk to her. We wouldn’t have gotten this far if we hadn’t.

Dad x

He waited on the bench outside the front door of the mill. He had the diary in his hands, resting on top of his bouncing knee.

He’d called Emily, he told her that they needed to talk and that they should meet here. He had also read some more of the diary. Parts where Aaron would write down all these feelings, but he never said them out loud, leading him to bottle things up and just make everything worse.

The crunch of gravel made him turn his head, his knee stopped bouncing.

“Hey.” Emily said gently, holding her hands together in front of her.

“Hey.” Seb returned quietly, pointing down to the space on the bench next to him.

Robert was making lasagne, banning Aaron from getting in the way of him in the kitchen, so Aaron was sat on the sofa. His knee was also bouncing nervously, knowing what Seb was doing outside – hoping that it would all work out.

“I can hear your heartbeat from here, Aaron.” Robert said, facing towards the countertop where he was placing the lasagne sheets into the dish.

“What if it goes wrong?” Aaron admitted, turning to face the kitchen, “What if he ends up getting his heart broken again?”

Robert turned to face him, “Then we’ll help him through it. Be here for him when he needs it. That’s all we can do.”

Aaron smiled and nodded but still felt anxious as he nervously bit at his nails.

The door opened as they were about to sit down to eat. Robert shot a glance at Aaron who looked back him nervously, dropping his fork.

“Hey, Seb.” He called as the boy walked in, “Yours is still in the dish if you want it.”

He had a massive smile on his face, sending relief through them both.

“Yeah I just need to go to the loo.” Seb answered him, but quickly swiped a piece of garlic bread off the table in front of them. He pulled the photo out from behind him, keeping the diary hidden. He slid it across the table towards Aaron.

“Thanks, Dad.” He said quietly and Aaron nodded, reaching out to take the photo. He slid it off the table and stood up, connecting it to the fridge using a magnet. “We talked, and she told me she loved me too. I surprised her when i said it earlier, then I ran off so…” he laughed and ran a hand through his hair.

Aaron smiled and looked at Robert knowingly, who narrowed his eyes. “Well I’m glad you made up.” He told him with a smile.

“Me too.” Seb answered as he walked backwards to the stairs, holding the diary behind him. As he slowly walked up the stairs, he turned around and made eye contact with Aaron who smiled and winked, before turning his attention back to his dinner.

#rw2020 #i completely forgot to post this earlier #robron fic #aaron dingle #robert sugden #seb white

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unfolded73 · 4 years

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Fiancés (1/1) -schitt’s creek ff

The fourth in the Labels series. David and Patrick visit the Brewers during their engagement. Also ended up being a sort of reaction fic to 6x08, at least partially. (ao3)

WARNING: This fic references a homophobic relative of Patrick's, and explores Patrick's fears about members of his extended family not accepting him. Also it explores some of the mistakes that Marcy may have made in the past, even though she's fully accepting now. In my headcanon, Patrick's reluctance to come out to his family had a reason.

Rated Teen, 3823 words. Previous fics in this Labels series: Boyfriends; “I Love You”, Partners

Other Season 6 reaction fics: 6x01, 6x02, 6x04, 6x06, 6x07, 6x13, 6x14

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Fiancé, n. a man engaged to be married

He’d tried to prepare himself, but really nothing could have prepared Patrick for the incongruity of David Rose standing in the middle of the living room he’d grown up in, examining the pictures on the mantel with a crooked smile.

David was in an outfit that, for him, was toned down — a white sweatshirt and a simple pair of black jeans. Patrick wondered if his fiancé was consciously trying to round off his edges in front of Patrick’s family. After all, the last item of clothing he’d seen David buy off the internet was a skirt that looked like someone had partially disassembled a pair of jeans and called it a day, so in comparison, this ensemble was positively dull. It made Patrick sad, if that’s what was in David’s head. He didn’t want David to feel like he had to hide who he was. He wanted David to be as comfortable with the Brewers as he was at home.

Not that Patrick was feeling especially comfortable either. At least his skin was back to its normal pallid colour after the engagement picture debacle the previous week, but the whole thing had left him feeling a little off. On top of that, he and David had agreed to this weekend trip under duress. Patrick had a lot of family, some of whom wouldn’t be able to make it to the wedding, so Patrick’s parents had convinced them to squeeze in a weekend trip in spite of all the other things they were juggling: visits to caterers and florists and taking care of the store, plus they had the joint bachelor party that Stevie was planning for them coming up soon. It was a lot.

Not to mention, Patrick’s one request for the weekend — that a few members of the family do an escape room together, a recent family tradition that Patrick really adored — had been nixed by his parents because they couldn’t include everyone. He’d complained to Stevie about it until she got fed up and left the store while he was mid-rant.

So here they were, and in a few hours the entire extended Brewer clan would be congregated in the backyard, scarfing down hot dogs and judging his choice of a life partner.

“You were very cute,” David said, pointing to a picture of Patrick at around seven years old. “Look at those curls.”

“Yeah, my hair still does that if I let it grow too long,” Patrick said, joining him next to the fireplace.

David looked at the top of his head. “I’d like to see that. I bet it would be devastatingly sexy if you let it grow out a little bit.”

“It’s not, trust me.”

David pressed his lips together, visibly holding in his argument. “Okay.”

Patrick raised his eyebrows. “Okay? You’re not going to insist I grow it out before the wedding?”

“No,” David said, reaching out and petting Patrick’s hair a few times. “I was going to wait until after we’re married and then insist on it.”

“Hmm.” Patrick closed his eyes, David’s touch soothing as always. They’d driven all day yesterday, arriving at Patrick’s parents’ house too late to do more than say their hellos before collapsing into exhausted sleep in the guest bedroom, the room that used to be his. It was only upon waking that Patrick had given some thought to the teenage boy he’d been, and what he’d think to see Patrick now, in bed with a man in his childhood bedroom. He’d curled around David under the thick blankets and for several minutes just savored the fact that he was allowed to have this: a family who loved him and a man who wanted to share his life.

“Boys? Breakfast is ready!” his mother called, and David’s eyes lit up.

While they were eating, David and Marcy talked wedding details, and Patrick couldn’t help but remember similar conversations between his mother and Rachel. At least this time, listening to these discussions wasn’t giving him an anxiety stomach ache.

Patrick’s phone chimed, and he pulled it out to see a text from Stevie with a link to the spreadsheet where they were tracking RSVPs for the wedding. while you’re there can u get a final y/n from the rest of ur relatives? her accompanying message read. Patrick clicked to open the Google sheets app on his phone, scrolling through to see which names still didn’t have a reply marked.

“Hey, Mom? It looks like we haven’t gotten a reply for the wedding from Aunt Chrissy,” Patrick said.

His mother’s eyes widened a little, and then she looked down at his kitchen table. “Oh, I… I don’t think she’s feeling well enough to travel.”

Patrick frowned. “What do you mean, well enough? Is she sick?” It wouldn’t be the first time one of his relatives got seriously ill and his mother didn’t tell him right away. When he’d been at college, he’d gone days without being told that his grandfather was in hospice. To this day, he wondered how long his parents would have gone without telling him if one of his cousins hadn’t mentioned it in an email. Would they have kept it a secret through his death, and beyond, so that Patrick would have come home for Christmas and asked about granddad, with no idea that he was dead?

“Oh! No, she’s… um…” Marcy was looking anywhere but at Patrick. “She just can’t make it.”

“Will she be at the party today?” he asked, frowning at his mother’s demeanor.

“No. She won’t be here today,” Clint said, and there was something dark in his voice. Patrick sensed David tense up at his side.

“I mean, we didn’t even get an RSVP card from her, and she used to send me a birthday card every year without fail. It’s not like…” And then it dawned on him, and his stomach plummeted to the floor. He felt like an idiot. “This is about about me being gay, isn’t it?”

Marcy gave him a pained expression, and that was all he needed to know the truth.

Patrick picked up his breakfast plate and stood, his chair scraping the floor and making Marcy jump.

“The thing is,” Marcy said, “she’s gotten even more religious as she’s gotten older, and—”

“Uh huh.” He didn’t want to talk about this. “It’s fine.”

“Honey—” David started.

“It’s not fine. Believe me, we had a very heated discussion with her,” Marcy said.

The last thing Patrick wanted to think about was his mom defending him to her sister in a ‘heated discussion,’ but he couldn’t help picking at it a little more, like a scab before it had healed. “What did she say when she got the wedding invitation?” he asked, facing the sink. David came over and put a hand on his back, a hovering presence at his side.

“I don’t know. We haven’t spoken since before your invitations went out,” Marcy said.

Patrick spun around and gaped at his mother. “You haven’t spoken.” He could remember them talking on the phone constantly when he was a little boy, his mother with the house cordless phone pressed between her ear and her shoulder as she cooked, and then later, the little flip phone with the pull-out antenna that was his mom’s first cell phone. She talked to Chrissy all the time, and his father used to gently rib her about it. Marcy and Chrissy, two sisters only a year apart in age who had grown up thick as thieves in a house with two brothers.

“If she isn’t going to accept my son and his partner, then I can’t have a relationship with her,” Marcy said, suddenly fierce, a mother bear protecting her cub. “It’s as simple as that.”

“What did she say about us?” he asked, and he didn’t want to know, except he desperately did want to know what could have made his mother so angry.

She shook her head. “Just some ugly things. I don’t want to say any more about it.”

Ugly things, Patrick thought. He could imagine the gist of it. “I’m sorry, Mom.”

“You have nothing to apologize for,” Clint said.

“Nothing,” his mother confirmed.

Clint slapped his own knees and stood up from the table, an obvious ploy to pull the ripcord on this conversation. “I’m going to start getting things set up out back. David, can you give me a hand?”

David grimaced, looking to Patrick to see what he needed. “Go ahead,” Patrick said. “I’m fine.” David squeezed his arm, his eyes filled with worry and sympathy. “I’m fine,” Patrick assured him.

“Are you sure?” David asked, visibly torn between being a model son-in-law and doing as Clint asked, and staying by Patrick’s side.

“I’m sure.” Patrick forced a smile. “I know you want some input into the whole backyard barbecue aesthetic.”

“Okay.” David hesitated another second, then kissed his cheek and followed Clint outside.

At a loss for what else to do, Patrick started washing the breakfast dishes, but his mind was like a dog with a bone. This was exactly what he’d feared, what had kept him from coming out to his family for so long. He wasn’t that close with his aunt, but she and his mother had been two peas in a pod. Was it really possible that they’d diverged so completely in their thinking? Or was his mother just doing a really good job of pretending she accepted him and David together?

When he turned around and grabbed his mother’s plate, she took hold of his arm. “Patrick, you know we support you a hundred percent, right?”

“Yeah.” But something made him add, “I mean, I’m sure a part of you wishes that I’d stayed in town and married a nice girl and had a couple of kids.”

The hurt look in his mother’s eyes stabbed him in the heart. “Of course we don’t wish that. It’s your happiness that matters.”

Patrick knew he should drop it. He knew it. His engagement party was today; now was not the time to air out the effect of his upbringing on his sexuality. But it was like now that he’d cracked the door open, or maybe now that his Aunt Chrissy had cracked the door open, everything was going to spill out and he had no power to stop it.

“Do you remember my friend Karen from high school?” Patrick asked, looking at the plate in his hand without really seeing it.

“I… your lab partner in biology?” Marcy asked.

“Yeah. She came out as bisexual that year, and when I told you that her parents were giving her a hard time about it, do you remember what you said?”

Marcy’s eyes were wide. “What did I say?”

“You said, ‘surely it would be easier for her just to date boys.’”

His mother opened and closed her mouth a couple of times. “I don’t remember saying that.”

“I never forgot it,” Patrick said. He remembered questioning his sexuality at one point in college and then deciding it would be easier not to go down that road. That road led somewhere difficult.

“Sweetheart—”

“And look, you said plenty of tolerant things too. You watched Will & Grace, and you shook your head disapprovingly at hatred from others. But there was always a layer of what-a-shame, isn’t-that-sad… I don’t know, tragedy to it. Like being gay was an unfortunate disease that needed our support. Like it was cancer.”

Marcy looked positively stricken. “Patrick, I didn’t feel that way. Why would you think I felt that way?”

“Because you never said anything to make me think otherwise.”

Tears slid down her cheeks. “I’m so sorry. I never meant… Patrick, I’m so sorry. If I indicated any sadness about someone being gay, it was just because the world was such a hard place for gay people. But things have changed. I’ve changed.”

“I know.” He set the plate back on the table and rubbed his hands over his face. “God, I didn’t mean to stir all of this up now.” He swallowed around a lump in his throat, hoping David and his father wouldn’t come back inside to find them here like this.

“No, I’m glad you told me,” Marcy said, reaching out and squeezing his hand. “I know we made mistakes, that we didn’t give you the space to be who you are, and I’ve spent so many nights lying awake thinking about that—”

“I don’t want that. And I don’t want you to sever your relationship with your sister on my behalf. You don’t have to do that.”

“I do, sweetheart. Chrissy knows she’s welcome to reopen communication with me if she accepts my son for who he is.” She plucked up a napkin from the napkin holder in the center of the table, dabbing at her eyes. “Until then, I can’t have her in my life.” She took a deep breath. “Now,” she said, clapping her hands as if to dismiss their heavy conversation, “let’s get this kitchen cleaned up. I’ve got a million things to do to get ready for the party.”

Patrick nodded. “Yeah. Okay.”

~~~

When he was sufficiently motivated, David Rose was quite capable of turning on the charm, Patrick thought, watching him presiding over a table of Patrick’s cousins.

He was already aware of that, of course. David was impolite when he didn’t care what people thought of him, but Patrick had seen this version of David emerge before, particularly with vendors. He imagined this must’ve been what David was like when he ran an art gallery in New York, full of sparkling conversation. Everyone seemed to adore David, but it bothered him that it was this fake version of David they adored, not the one Patrick knew.

Picking up his tongs, Patrick opened the grill and nudged all the sausages to flip over.

“Hey, Pat,” his cousin Dennis said, bumping his shoulder. “Want another beer?”

Draining the bottle he’d been holding, Patrick tossed it into a recycling bin. “Sure.”

He watched Dennis pull two bottles from a cooler and open them. Patrick and Dennis were the same age, same grade in school, played on the same hockey team growing up. There was a time when Dennis was the closest friend Patrick had. He felt a sudden pang of regret that he’d let the family gossip tree and a couple of Instagram posts do the job of coming out to the rest of his family, even to Dennis. It had just been too exhausting, after finally telling his parents, to think about having to do it all over again with everyone else. Now he wondered if that had been a mistake, at least in the case of his former best friend.

Dennis handed him one of the bottles and then clinked their bottles together. “Working the grill at your own party, huh?”

“Dad needed a break,” Patrick explained.

“How are you doing? You look good, man.”

Patrick glanced down at himself, at his ordinary jeans and t-shirt, wondering what Dennis was seeing. Well, perhaps he was in a tighter t-shirt than he used to wear, now that he thought about it. And he knew he was in the best shape of his life — David’s appreciation of his arms was a powerful motivator. Patrick adjusted the ballcap on his head. “Thanks. You too.”

“You still playing hockey?” Dennis asked.

“Yeah, there’s a league I play in,” Patrick said. “And baseball too.”

“Oh, cool. That’s cool.”

An awkward silence settled, and Patrick couldn’t help but notice that Dennis hadn’t congratulated him, or mentioned David at all. Maybe Dennis also wasn’t okay with who he was, and was just being polite and trying his best to ignore it. Maybe Dennis was looking at Patrick’s cosmopolitan, effeminate fiancé with his demonstrative hand movements, and thinking how tragic it all was. Their poor little Pat, being regularly sodomized. Patrick wasn’t going to delude himself into thinking that there weren’t other bigots among his aunts and uncles and cousins. That there wasn’t judgement hiding behind their polite smiles.

“You know, if you’d told me when we were kids that you were gay,” Dennis said, “I would’ve been in your corner.” Patrick’s eyes snapped to his cousin, and he was awkwardly scratching the back of his head. “I hope you know that.”

The hulking homophobic creature Patrick had been conjuring in his mind dissipated into smoke. “Dennis, I didn’t know I was gay when we were kids. It was a… much more recent discovery.”

Dennis looked relieved. “Oh. Okay, I was kind of imagining you suffering in silence all that time. I felt really bad about it, man.”

“I mean, I guess I was suffering, but I couldn’t have articulated why.” He opened the grill and stuck a probe thermometer in one of the sausages, then started putting them on a clean platter.

“Yeah.” He put a hand on Patrick’s shoulder. “I’m really glad you’re happy now.”

Patrick smiled his first genuine smile all day. “Thanks. I really am.”

“I mean, you should be. Your fiancé is… how’d you pull a guy that hot, Pat? He’s way out of your league.”

“Okay,” Patrick grumbled, taking the platter over to the food table. “He’s not that far out of my league.”

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“Your family is very nice,” David said as he returned from the bathroom, his face freshly scrubbed and moisturized, his coziest pajamas on.

Patrick looked up from where he was sitting at the foot of the bed, staring down at his hands, and he offered David a small smile. “Yeah.”

“Hey, are you okay?” David sat down at his side, and then wrinkled his nose. “You probably should go shower the charcoal smell off.”

“Yeah, I’m gonna…” Patrick took a shaky breath. His heart was racing for some reason. He couldn’t understand why. And why he couldn’t seem to haul enough air into his lungs. “I’m…” He heaved another breath, and a weird noise came out of his mouth along with it. Almost like a sob. “I…”

“Oh, honey,” David said, and Patrick felt his large, comforting hands on his shoulders, smoothing down his arms, his back. “What happened?”

“Nothing,” Patrick managed, a tear splashing onto his jeans. Then another. “I don’t… I don’t cry.”

“No, I think we’ve established that I’m the crier in this relationship,” David said, his hands pulling Patrick into his chest. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“It’s just…” Patrick heaved another breath, shaky. “It’s all of it, the stress of the wedding planning and this trip… I’m just tired. I’m really tired. And the thing with my aunt, and it made me wonder… who else in the family thinks… thinks I’m…” More tears were falling, running down his cheeks and soaking into David’s sleep shirt.

“I don’t know the answer to that, but I know that I met a lot of people today who adore you and are genuinely happy for you.” David was rubbing comforting circles on his back. “And also, fuck your aunt.”

Patrick hiccuped out a small laugh. “Yeah.”

They sat there for a while, David rocking him and rubbing his back and it was so good, it was exactly what he needed, to have someone to lean on, to shoulder all of this because he just couldn’t fucking carry it all anymore.

“My mom and her sister aren’t speaking, and it’s because of me. Because of what I am,” Patrick whispered. His darkest thought. If he couldn’t say it to David, then he couldn’t say it to anyone.

“But you know that’s not your fault. It’s hers.”

“I know that intellectually, but deep down it still feels like… it feels like my fault.”

“Yeah, you should have just worked harder to not be gay,” David said.

“I know. It’s stupid.”

“No, it’s not stupid. It’s human to feel that way. You just have to keep telling yourself that you are who you are and that anyone who doesn’t like it can fuck off.”

“I’m not used to feeling this way. At home, it feels good, being gay. Like I know who I am, and that I can… I can be proud.” Patrick’s stomach twisted, uncertain if he should say the next part. “I think it’s why the spray tan thing bothered me so much. It made me feel like you weren’t…” Patrick sighed and pulled out of David’s arms.

“Honey—”

“Like you weren’t proud to be marrying me. That you wanted me to be someone I’m not.”

“Patrick.” David’s face was stricken. “You think I’m not proud to be marrying you?”

“I mean, my cousin Dennis did say you’re way out of my league,” Patrick said with a smile, trying to lighten things up with a joke.

“Patrick. I couldn’t be more proud to be marrying you. Look at you! You’re so fucking smart and talented at literally everything and you’re just stupid hot—”

“Okay, David.”

“I literally tripped over my own feet the other day because I was distracted by your arms, and… and you sing and play multiple instruments, and sports—”

“You don’t care about sports.”

“I don’t, but I love that you’re good at them. You’re the one that’s out of my league. Patrick. I want to shove you in the faces of everyone who ever thought I wasn’t good enough.” David’s eyes turned glassy, and he blinked rapidly. “I want to say, look, if this amazing man thinks I’m worthy of spending his life with, then I’m… then I’m not nothing.”

“David. You’re not—”

“I couldn’t be more proud that you want to marry me.” A tear slid down David’s cheek.

Patrick leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips. “Me too.” David put his arms around Patrick’s neck, and Patrick dragged his lips over to kiss his favorite spot on David’s neck before sinking more deeply into the hug.

After an amount of time that Patrick couldn’t quantify, they finally pulled apart. Patrick picked up David’s left hand, his fingers running over the gold rings.

“I figured planning a wedding with you would be better than planning one with Rachel and it is, but there are parts of it that are still stressful.”

David laughed. “Yes.”

“It’ll be a relief to just get to the part where we’re married already.”

David pulled his hand back. “You aren’t… looking forward to the wedding?”

“No, I am. I mean, not the stressful mad dash of it, not the logistics. Not whatever disaster we can’t predict that’s going to throw everything into chaos.” He took David’s hand again and looked up and smiled at the grimace on David’s face. “But standing up there and putting a ring on your finger? Saying our vows to each other? That part I’m looking forward to. And do you know why?”

“Why?”

Patrick squeezed David’s hand in his own. “Because I’m proud.”

#schitt's creek ff #schitt's creek fic #david x patrick fic #david x patrick ff #my fic

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socialoutsiderwritings · 5 years

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Lip Sync Battle

You might just have one of the best surprises to ever grace the Lip Sync Battle Stage.

Harry Styles x Reader

“What’s up everybody! Welcome to Lip Sync Battle! Without further a do let’s get our competitors out here! Coming out from Y/H/T we have the beautiful, the talented Y/F/N Y/L/N !”

The audience goes crazy as you come out from behind the sliding doors , smiling and waving at them. You wave to Chrissy , who’s in her booth on the side of the stage , then make your way to LL Cool J , giving him a brief and quick hug.

“You nervous to see your competition?” He asks you.

“Meh.” You shrug. “I’m gonna win this thing so it doesnt matter who I’m going up against.” You playfully remark, tho you knew exactly who you were going up against. The audience “ooo’s” at your comment.

“Ooo. The confidence! I love it. Ladies and Gentlemen, The U.K’s finest we have the one the only Cara Delevigne!”

You let out a heavy belly laugh as he introduced her and she’s stepping out , with her game face on and her own custom-made boxer robe with her name on it. She reaches you and playfully takes a few air jabs at you , causing you to laugh.

“You are such a dork.” You tell her when she leans in for a hug. Cara was one of your best friends , in fact , she was the one who introduced you to your , now , longtime boyfriend.

“This dork is gonna leave a winner , I promise you that.” She smirks.

“Don’t go anywhere , we’ll be right back!”

During the break you and Cara got ready for your first performance in the dressing room backstage. “Where’s Harry? I didn’t see him out there?” She casually asks. “I thought you said he was coming?”

“He is.” You blush. “He said he’ll swing by later tho. He had a few things to take care of before coming here.”

“Oh , I bet he does.” She smiles mischievously. You eye her reflection in the mirror as she slyly winks at you. She knew something you didn’t.

“I know that face. Cara what do you know?” You ask her.

“Nope.” Her smile widened as she shook her head. “My lips are sealed.”

“You’re horrible at keeping secrets. You’re gonna tell me eventually.”

“Not this time. I was bribed.” She cackles. You playfully roll your eyes at her immaturity. “You’re gonna love it. I promise.”

“Ladies. It’s showtime.” The producer announced as she popped her head in the dressing room.

“Showtime.” Cara claps her hands and jumps off the chair.

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You couldn’t lie , Cara’s first set was better than her rehearsal. You couldn’t even focus on your set , as you were too worried about Harry. He had texted you before you went on stage that he was on his way but that almost half an hour ago.

“What’s wrong? You looked like shit out there.” Cara snuck up behind you.

“I’m probably overreacting but Harry’s still not here and he said he was close. I’m just worried.”

“Hey , hey ,” she cooed , “don’t worry. Everything’s gonna be alright. I’m sure he’s fine.” She said as she embraced you in a comforting hug. “Positive thoughts , ok.”

“Yeah. You’re right.” You try to convince yourself. “Positive thoughts , positive thoughts.” You chanted.

“Alright now go get dressed. They’re waiting for you.” She gives your ass a soft tap and nudges you in the direction towards the dressing room. “Ah-ah-ah,” she calls as you turn around , “go.”

You donas youre told and head straight towards the dressing room. “Is that what you do with my girlfriend behind my back? Slap her ass?” Harry asks her as soon as he’s sure you can’t see or hear him.

“She was my friend first , so it’s allowed. She enjoys it from me more.” Cara teases him. “Was it ready?”

“It was. Thanks again for helping me with this. You didn’t tell her did you?”

“No!” She scoffs. One of the producers stops by to ask them some last minute questions before running off to the stage again. “I can’t believe you’re really doing this.”

“Too late to back out now.”

“Idiot!” She smacks his arm. “You better not.”

“Ouch.” He runs the spot in his arm where she had hit. “I was joking. It was a joke. I want this.”

“Good. Now go hide. She should be ready by now.”

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You were in tears. Well , tears from laughing so hard. Cara had changed her second set and it seemed like everybody but you knew about it. She was dressed as Harry from head to toe and the back up dancers she had were dressed in different outfits that Harry had worm thru out the years but with a cardboard mask over their faces.

You were having fun watching her act just like Harry as she lip synced a collection of his songs , until she pulled you out on stage with her and Bruno Mars’ song Marry You began to play.

You thought nothing of it tho. You and Cara always jokes about how Harry would propse or if he ever would , so you thought she was just poking fun and went along with her shenanigans.

The last line of the song all 6 “Harry’s” including Cara got down on one knee in front of you and removed their masks. The audience screamed and you jokingly put your hand over your heart in mock surprise at them.

“Turn around.” Cara said as she stood up. Instead if letting you turn around on your own she grabbed you shoulders and spun you around. There on one knee with a beautiful, flashy , engagement ring with your birthstone in it was Harry.

“What-“ you covered your mouth in shock. You were speechless.

“What do you say , love? Will you marry me?”

“Yes!” You were finally able to speak. “Yes! Of course!”

“Yaaaayy!” Cara cheered along with the audience.

“For the first time on Lip Sync Battle it looks like we got TWO winners tonight. Congrats Harry and Y/N ! And congrats to out Lip Sync Battle Champ Cara Delevigne! Good night!”

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Dissociative Toys

Inspired by: Leave of Absence

I didn’t quite know why she was here, but here she was. Katherine Howard, or as most know her, Henry VIII’s fifth wife. She didn’t look like I expected, she looked more like the musical interpretation than the portraits I’d seen. I promise I’m not creepy, I just had to do a research project on her. She’d been here since Emma. My last ex, that had dumped me when I said I was uncomfortable with sex. I couldn’t, I was only 18, barely that even, and I wasn’t comfortable screwing a girl I’d only been dating for a week, especially when she was already 23.

“Addy,” she spoke, pulling me out of my notebook and thoughts and into the harsh world again.

“Yeah Kitty?” She smiled at me, and it made me feel better. I didn’t know I was upset. “What’s wrong?”

“Oh I just wanted to ask why I have to wear these clothes, I feel exposed.” She should know, she only knew she didn’t die as she was sentenced to. I was going to protect her, and make sure she wasn’t used again. She, similarly to me, had been used from a young age, she didn’t know any better. Besides, they were all significantly older and more influential. Mine were the same way, the people who used me, they were all older, and had some power for that reason alone.

“Oh, yeah, well you’re in the twenty first century now, and that means that the people in this time wear different clothes than what you’re used to. I gave you a t-shirt because it covers the most of your upper body, but gives you enough room to move and sweat. Shorts because it happens to be warm out constantly, Michigan things, I’m sorry.”

These conversations happened often, she asked me the most random questions as I began to think about my past relationships. All of my exs had been toxic, Chrissy cheated and used me, Anna cheated, Callie used me, Beth used me, Emma, Lacey, all of them. I felt like a whore, like I was just a toy to be used and then put back up on the shelf to collect dust until it was played with again. A toy that would continue this cycle until Kitty would butt in and tell me that I needed to cut off the toxic relationship at hand.

“What does the term ‘lonesome-fret’ mean?” She cut me off again. She was good at that, cutting me off when I was thinking poorly of myself. It happened every time, she used to not stay with me, she’d just randomly show up, tell me to cut it off, and I’d listen and then she’d leave again. The more of these I was in however, the longer she stayed. This was the longest she’d stayed, it had been about a month of her being here. Not that I minded, she was an amazing friend, but I wonder why she stayed since I was feeling better, and I had cut off the relationship I was previously in.

“A feeling of restlessness or unease that comes from being on your own too long.” I answered quickly. I was a linguaphile, a lover of language and words. I’d read dictionaries when I was sad, so I knew weird terms and words. “Why? Do you desire someone to be here?”

“No, just reading your notes and things, and I can’t read some of your handwriting.” She’d stayed with me for about a week now. My acquaintances were worried about me, I didn’t leave my house at all, other than to go to the bodega next door to purchase groceries.

“Ding.” my phone beeped at me, it was a text from Lacey. “Hey Addy, I miss you. I’m sorry I used you, I really hope you’ll give me a second chance.”

“Kitty, what should I do? Lacey just texted me and she wants to get back together. I’m experiencing a bit of pistanthrophobia.”

“The fear of getting in a relationship because of past bad experiences? Addy, you need to stay away from her. She won’t change, you’ve went back, what three times now, and she still ends up doing the same thing? Don’t do that to yourself.”

“Okay. I guess you’re right,” I sighed. She was right, Lacey never was there for me and only used me as a toy. Just like Anna, Callie, Beth, the list goes on. I blocked her number, as she made me experience atychiphobia: the fear of not being good enough. I didn’t want that fear anymore. It wasn’t good for me.

“Ding,” the phone beeped again, and this time Kitty snatched it out of my hands before I could respond to whatever it was.

“Oh this one’s okay, I’ll let you answer it,” she handed it back to me and smiled brightly. “Trust me on this one, you’ll want to respond.”

I answered it, it was from my friend Katelyn. “Hey Addy! I have a girl you might wanna meet, she’s my friend, and she already thinks you’re cute. I’ve seen her in other relationships, she’s had the same experiences as you. If it doesn’t work, it’s okay, I still think you’ll be good friends.”

I looked to Kitty, “What should I say?!”

“Say okay, and get her number, don’t experience pistanthrophobia right now! I promise this one’s good.” she encouraged me, and so I responded with a simple yes.

It’s been about a month since I met Megan. She’s amazing, and we’re in a relationship now. Kitty left after Megan came into my life, and she kissed my cheek before she left and whispered, “I’ll be back if you need me. But right now, you don’t need me”

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Gwilym Borhap (Gwil X Reader) Fanfiction Part 1

Sorry this is my first one, so it’s a bit of a draft - apologies -

Part 1 was kinda an intro, hopefully leading into later parts to include Gwilym fluff, smut and borhap content.. let me know if there is anything you want requesting

You were back to filming today. You and the team had some short time off while Joe flew back after the passing of his dad, and as Joe was playing John, scenes would have been impossible to film without him.

You weren’t complaining though, this was the most beautiful dream come true of a job you could have been offered. You were playing Chrissie Mullen, Brian May’s ex wife in the film soon to be on the big screens, Bohemian Rhapsody.

The film had been an amazing opportunity for you as you hadn’t long been acting as your “full time job”. You had met so many wonderful people and formed unbreakable friendships. Working close with Rami, Joe, Gwilym, Ben and Lucy meant you’d formed a tight knit group, some friendships becoming closer than intended....

The boys were some of your closest friends, ones that wanted to protect you and adored you along with Lucy. Lucy was practically your best friend, ever since filming you’d clicked and from there started the weekend brunches, girls nights and just being each other’s main support network... of course, she was the first one you told when you developed feelings for Gwil!

Since the first day on set you felt giddy around him and as Lucy always told you “he had eyes for you on the first day”... we did share a few glances at one another, but you believed he was just being friendly. Gwil was what made the long hours and repetitive scenes bearable; his complete personality, caring, sweet, funny and a true gentleman. Not forgetting his looks, GOD... he was gorgeous, even with the Bri wig, he was absolutely drop dead gorgeous.

You’d been filming for Bohemian Rhapsody for 5 months now... enough time to develop friendships, enough time for innocent flirting with Gwil... enough time to spill all your feelings out to Lucy almost every night of how you want to be his! She’d heard it all - from the innocent “I want him to take me in his arms and softly kiss me” ... to... “I WANT TO SHAG GWIL”. ... Lucy actually couldn’t escape it, as after two months, you’d become roommates in your sizeable 2 bed apartment in Chelsea. The two weeks you were off Lucy had the pleasure of experiencing your emotions from the many texts Gwil had sent you. They were a little flirty and even Lucy stated, for someone who isn’t glued to his screen, he sure was while we had two weeks off.

... Soooo ... you’d had 2 weeks off and now Joe was extremely strong, he had returned to the UK and was ready to start up filming again.

It was 4am, an early start, as filming kicked off at 7 and before hand is always hectic. You were so excited to be reunited with your group again, you’d only seen Lucy and of course Rami for the time off, and practically third wheeled the whole time. Ben had been off seeing old school friends and trying to make the most of the time off and Gwilym was also unavailable, due to his brother getting married abroad, so he went to join his family for the week.

2 weeks seemed like a lifetime without the team together.

As Rami ensured he had his bag ready for the day, you took this opportunity to tell Lucy how you were feeling, “I’m just so nervous about seeing Gwil!”

“Why? You two are cool with each other”

“I know that!” I sighed, “but were the slightly flirty messages too much? Have I put him off?!”

“Y/N! Stop being silly.. I honestly think this is the start of something with you two!”

“WHO?” Rami exclaimed as his came waltzing in with a grin on his face. Lucy gave him a little scowl and patted him on the chest, “you’re so nosey! You don’t have to know EVERYTHING!”

Rami gave her a cheeky smile and kissed Lucy’s cheek, “oh okay! But y/n, careful you don’t go upsetting anyone as Gwilym look like he’s got eyes for you”

You tried not to burst out of your skin and squeal to Lucy, but you just smiled and nodded at his statement and all left moving onto the next topic.

As you walked down to the tube station with Rami and Lucy walking a few feet in front, you spiralled with thoughts in your head... did I hear Rami correctly?! Did he say GWIL? GWILYM?? His friend Gwilym? His friend who they both tell each other all their thoughts and issues? Rami wouldn’t just make this up? Or did he? He probably misheard Gwilym if he said anything at all!

After a 25 minute tube, you were in zone 5 and walking to some huge studio building... your heartbeat started picking up and now the joy of seeing your friends, turned into nerves of seeing Gwil... you had never been like this before!

Along with extras and yourself, Rami and Lucy, you seemed to be the first in arrival and got straight to sitting in your chairs allowing the makeup, hair and fashion artists to get to work and make you all Queens! Your nerves had started to subside as Rami kept both you and Lucy entertained! He was getting full Freddie Mercury(IED) up and repeating old lines to us, he’d turn to Lucy “there’s only room in the band for one hysterical queen”.

Sat in our chairs laughing at each other, in walked Joe, Ben and Gwilym... walking around saying hey to everyone and hugging everyone to welcome them back... you prepared for Gwil to come and embrace you after you’d given Joe a squeeze and letting him know to come to you if he needed anything, instead, Gwil practically walked around you to his chair to get his wig put on... what... you looked in the mirror and met Gwils gaze where he gave you a soft smile and then looked away to chat to Rami...

I’m sorry what... thoughts spiralled around your head? Okay so... 2 weeks of texts, some flirty and what Rami said and then how much you’d bonded in general and now this?! This wasn’t even how he treated you when you two weren’t close! It was like he was treating you like you were a stranger in the room, out of place... from there you had sunken in your chair as the hair stylist transformed you while you began to feel sorry for yourself and phased out of all the conversations for the time being...

You’d been filming for a while now and it was a very tiring day, especially after the 2 weeks of doing nothing. For the benefit of your friends you tried not to sulk and have a head fit about your wild emotions, but just enjoy their company and try to get on with work and yes, it was enjoyable, but still, Gwilym was barely acknowledging you and you were starting to get used to it. On the other hand, Joe was an absolute trooper! I don’t know anyone but him who could just get on with work and make everyone else feel so upbeat, he had us all giggling between takes. As we were around 5 months into the film, we were filming a scene at Freddie’s where he hosted an of course! Very out there party. The only part about this scene was it was where Gwil and yourself were sitting on a sofa with his arm around you... you were so confused... the flirting before the break, during the texting for 2 weeks, now he’s not talking, but why we’re shooting the scene, he’s gently rubbing my back with his thumb, out of shot from the cameras and acting as if he wasn’t doing anything at all.. God, he made me weak! I just wanted to be his! “And CUT!” Called our director, we’d just filmed as much as we could for today... We were all still sitting on the prop sofa and everyone was slowly getting up to go get their makeup and wigs off, but not Gwil. Once everyone was out of ear shot, he sighed, facing forward looking in the distance. He then turned to you, looking at you with his beautiful blue eyes with a half smile... “hi, love” he chuckled, looking down... You raised your eyebrows, “what?” You ask. Gwil still has he arm around your back and starts rubbing his thumb against you again, “look I’ve wanted to speak to you all day, but I think we both know we need to speak alone.” You smiled at him and your fear swept away, you gently smacked his thigh where he placed his hand over your hand resting on his thigh, “Gwil, I genuinely thought you didn’t want to know me! You hadn’t spoken to me all day and that’s not like us”. “Y/n! Don’t be silly! Maybe we could have that chat now? Maybe over a drink?” Gwil asked, “That’d be nice” you smiled, “but fancy taking off the Bri’s hair and taking off those clogs before we go?” You asked. Gwil patted the top of his head and realised he was in full Bri attire and giggled. Oh my god, that little chuckle he did... “give me 20 mins and I’ll be ready”, Gwil stood up pressing his hand against your bare thigh from the dress you’d been wearing during filming, as he stood up he turned and looked you up and down while you were sitting on the sofa... “unreal” he said faintly. Your head turned and you looked at him confused, but before you had anytime to question what he said he was dashing off scratching at his wig to be taken off....

#gwilym imagine #gwilymlee #gwilym lee #gwil lee #gwilym x reader #gwilym!brian #gwil!brian x reader

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classic-rock-roller · 5 years

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1. You and Kevin and Bonham and Tom are helping Cassie move into her college dorm room. You’ve almost got her moved in when she says, “It smells like a gym mat in here, I’m going to light some candles.” Kevin hands her a bic lighter, and she pushes the red button. Nothing lights. “Why isn’t it working?” Bonham goes up to her and says, “You have to push the spark wheel and then the button, just the button won’t light it.” Tom looks over and says, “How is it that you don’t know how to light a lighter? I know I taught you.” “No dad, that was Chrissy.” How does Tom respond, and what do you, Kevin, and Bonham say?

Bons and I giggle a little.

Kevin: You’re getting old there, Tommy.

Tom: Shut up, DuBrow.

2. You, Bonham, Randy and Kevin are hanging out with Crue after they just got a record deal. In honor of it, someone ordered a lady-shaped cake, and the way it was frosted, she’s not wearing anything. Crue cheers when it comes out, and Bonham says to you, Kevin, and Randy, “Watch this.” She walks up to the cake and says, “This looks delicious.” She takes a big bite out of one of the boobs and says exaggeratedly, “Mmm, tasty.” It drives all of the boys nuts. How do you, Kevin, Randy, and Crue respond?

Crüe is howling like hyenas.

I cross my arms and shake my head.

Randy: ...uh...ok

Kevin: Hey! Let me get a slice of that cake!

3. You and Tom are meeting Bonham and Kevin at their house to have game night. You both have work, so you’re arriving in separate cars. You get there and let yourself in when you hear something coming from the kitchen. You hear, “Kevin! You got it on my face!” “It’s just cream, baby!” You step into the kitchen and see that Kevin sprayed Bonham in the face with whipped cream when they were making shot glass desserts. What do they say when they see you, and what do you say?

Me: I can see you two are busy.

Bons: Haha, very funny.

Kevin: Yes we are.

Before he dips her and kisses her.

Tom: Ok, ok. Save that for the bedroom, please.

4. You’re on your way back to your room at school when you hear an argument coming from inside. You’re due to meet that dude Tom from your psychology class later so you just walk in. As you do, you see Bonham sitting on her bed in tears. Kevin is there, and he says to her, “Why are you making such a big deal about it? I never said we were exclusive.” She screams at him in anguish, “Because, you were my first!” before sobbing pathetically into the pillow she’s holding. Just then, Kevin notices you standing in the doorway. How does he react to you, and what do you say?

Kevin: Oh...hi...BabyCarrot.

I square my shoulders and go, “Kevin, I think it’d be best if you left. Also, you're a fucking asshole.

I’d text Tom to see if we could make an appointment for another time and spend the night comforting Bons.

5. You and Tom are at Kevin and Bonham’s house one day, and they’re talking about their valentine’s day trip coming up. It’s mostly logistical details, but at one point Kevin says, and is not discreet about it, “The headboard of the bed at this resort is solid oak and we’re not leaving until you have a concussion.” How do you and Tom react to that, and what does Bonham say?

Bonham blushes.

Tom: ok, ok. I didn’t need to hear that.

Me: At least you’re not giving Me concussions anymore.

6. Bonham’s been trying to get a haircut for ages but no one will do it. They keep telling her that “It’s too pretty to cut!” At one point when that happens again, you see her fish her pocket knife out of her pants and slice off half her hair in one swipe. She turns to the hairdresser and says, “Fix it.” How does the hairdresser react, and what do you say?

Hairdresser (gasps): Ok, I can make this look better.

Me: Should have done that after like hairdresser number eight. Besides its hair, it’ll grow back.

7. You walk into the studio on recording day and no one is anywhere to be found. You finally find them out back, and you see Linus kneeling and kind of sobbing, Erik holding an old stage cape on a stick to function as a flag, Bonham standing at a salute and playing TAPS on a kazoo, and Sean standing on a box. You walk up and Sean is giving a speech, and you see them surrounding Linus’s favorite guitar, which has a snapped neck. It’s a makeshift funeral. How do you react, and what do they say when you walk up?

Me: Aww, Did Bertie finally kick the bucket?

Linus: BERTIE!!!!!

Erik: Way to start him wailing again.

Sean: It’s ok Linus.

Bons is still blowing taps on the kazoo.

8. You and Kevin and Randy are at a school basketball game, and Bonham’s in the stands with the band. They play mostly old rock tunes, but at halftime you hear her on the mic, “In traditional halftime performance, we will be playing Hey Baby. But tonight there will be a slight revision. Ricky, count us off!” The conductor counts the band off, and they start playing the song. When the words ccome in, the band sings, instead of the actual line, “Hey Randy, I want to know if you’ll be my man.” You look over and Bonham has found her way over to you guys. She asks into thi mic, “What do you say, Randy?” then offers him the mic. What does he say? How does she react? How do you and Kevin react? How does the crowd react?

Randy: um, yes

She jumps up and down excitedly.

The crowd cheers and Kevin and I watch like proud parents.

9. You and Tom and Bonham and Kevin are going to a black tie event one night. Kevin stopped off at your house to get ready, but since Bonham had work she got ready at her house by herself. You all go to pick her up so you can ride together, and when she comes out of her house you hear Kevin say, “Oh my God.” She looks nice, but not like, amazing. She gets in the car and says, “Sorry I’m late, let’s go. Hey Kevin, you look really nice.” He just stares at her. How does she react, and what do you and Tom say?

Bons: Stop staring at me like that.

Tom: ...Kevin, adjust your legs.

Me: Oh god, Kevin, gross man. I really don’t want to see that.

10. You and Kevin and Randy are walking back to your room at school one day to hang out. When you get there, Randy excuses himself to go to the bathroom, but he yells surprisedly when he gets there. He comes back out and says, “Your roommate is passed out in the shower.” How do you and Kevin react? Why is she in there?

Me: Not again.

I go grab Bons and wrap a towel around her and wake her up and take her to her room.

Kevin: Did you drink too much again?

She went to a huge party the night before and had a lot to drink.

11. You and Your band are setting up onstage. Everyone’s instruments are resting on their stands, but Erik’s bass tips very slightly. Without question, he fully vaults for his instrument, rather than just simply tipping it back the other way. Bonham says, “Jeez man, you were ready to die for your bass but it barely even tipped.” How does he respond and what do you, Linus, and Sean say?

Erik: I would take a bullet for my bass

Me: That’s a little much.

Linus: I get that.

Sean: Hey, you do you, man.

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1) For one of your concerts, your singer thinks it would be a great idea to have her, you, Erik, and Linus attached to rigs that allow you to be flown out over the crowd. Your singer is the first to test it out and the roadies fly her out over the crowd area so fast she screams. She suddenly stops about 20 feet in the air and you hear the roadies screaming about how it jammed and they have to fix it. Your singer is just hanging there slightly spinning. What does she say and how do you, Linus, Erik, Sean, Tom, and Kevin respond?

2) The roadies have fixed the rig and during a concert one day, your singer is quickly flown out over the crowd while singing (she’s suppressed her screams). The rig is working brilliantly but all of a sudden, you hear her go silent and scream through the PA system. While she was flying over the crowd, the wire broke and she fell into the crowd. What do you, the band, and Tom do? Is she ok?

3) You are helping your singer put away the groceries and she goes downstairs to put something in the basement freezer. She soon comes back up with Kevin whos holding his eye. Your singer goes, “Can you give me a bag of peas?” "Sure why?” Your singer goes, “Because dummy over there, decided it would be a good idea to hide in the dark basement and scare me.” She gives Kevin the peas. How do you respond and what does Kevin say?

4) Your singer takes you and Tom home with her for a weekend. During the weekend she takes you to a place called Lehigh Lookout which is on a mountain and overlooks the city. While there, she goes to Tom, “Please be careful.” He smirks and at her and goes to the edge before faking losing his balance. You can see her tense up. Once Tom comes back, your singer grabs his sweatshirt and after a while when he tries to move again she won’t let go. He looks down at her and goes, “You can let go now.” How do you and your singer respond?

5) You, your singer, Tom, and their kids have gone on a hike and are overlooking a lookout. Your singer is on edge because the kids are still young. Cassie is 10, Sam is 6, and Chrissy is 4. Sam is getting closer and closer to the edge and your singer goes, “Sam, don’t you dare go too near the edge.” He doesn’t listen and he gets closer. He almost falls before Tom runs and grabs him. How do you and your singer respond and what does Tom say?

6) You’re at soundcheck for a concert in Galveston, Texas and while up onstage, your singer just starts screaming into the microphone. Kevin is holding his ears and goes, “BabyCarrot, what the fuck are you doing?” Your singer stops and goes, “Making sure you can hear me.” Tom screams to her, “Honey, you’re making our ears bleed.” How do you, Kevin, Linus, Erik, and Sean respond?

7) You are in the kitchen making dinner when all of a sudden, you hear your singer singing the sugar plum fairy song and you feel her smack your butt with a stick. She has this huge smirk on her face and she does the same thing to Kevin. How do the two of you respond?

8) You are getting ready for a concert on your joint tour with Crüe. Your singer has just put on her heels and you see her wince in pain. “I wish I was a man. Then I wouldn’t have to wear heels onstage.” Just as she says this, Nikki, Tommy, and Mick walk past the open dressing room door and says, “You realize we do that too right?” How do you, your singer, Tommy, and Mick respond?

9) You and your singer are at a party with her friend Jon. While there, a really drunk guy comes up and starts grinding on your singer and playing with her hair. She is very uncomfortable and Jon goes, “Stop touching her, man. Get off her.” The guy glares at Jon and goes, “What are you talking about? She loves it.” Drunk dude is about to kiss your singer when she clocks him right in the face and he's down. How do you and Jon respond and what does drunk guy say when he comes to?

10) Your singer is over at your house when you get a strange package in the mail. You open it to find a dark heart shaped box with a suit in it. Once your singer sees it her face goes white, and she backs away. You look at her, “What’s wrong?” “That’s a dead man's suit. His ghost is attached to it. I know someone who had it before you. Did Kevin buy it?” Just then Kevin comes into the room, “Oh cool, my suit arrived.” How do you and your singer respond?

11) You and your band are doing a joint tour with Crüe and at one point you have a meet and greet with fans. Tommy is just being a dick and after about ten minutes your singer smacks him lightly upside the head. Tommy rubs his head, “Oww, what was that for?” Your singer glares at him, “Stop being a dick.” How does Tommy respond and what do you, Nikki, Mick, Vince, Linus, Erik, and Sean say?

@osbournebemydaddy your move, Bons :)

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bootz-n-catz · 6 years

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Title: Why’d You Come In Here (Lookin’ Like That)

Chapter 1: Waitin’ for the Day

Rating: M

Summary: Waverly is drowning in student debt, can't find a good date to save her life and wants something different out of her life. When Chrissy approaches her to be on 'The Bachelorette', she takes it as her chance to do something adventurous, find some financial stability and maybe find love along the way. But what she didn't realize is that the owner of the ranch they're staying on, Nicole Haught, would be an unlikely contender for her heart.

You can read it below or on AO3

Waverly used the tab to peel open the thick cardboard envelope and peered inside. There, nestled in the package, she saw what she had been working towards for four years. Four years, one hundred and twenty thousand dollars of debt, and countless sleepless nights later and there it was. Her diploma. Waverly pulled it carefully from the envelope, the paper flimsy in her hands.

There was that swell of pride in her chest upon seeing her diplomna, but also something that felt a lot like...disappointment? Sure, the graduation ceremony and everything was nice. But receiving the diploma in the mail was a bit anticlimactic at best.

“Welp,” she said as her eyes shot into her hairline, “There it is, Waverly, all your hard work. Right. In. Your. Hands.”

She curled the corner a little bit just to feel it bend under her finger. With a sigh, Waverly slipped the diploma back into the envelope and set it on the kitchen table. She quickly flipped through the other mail but saw nothing of interest so she tossed it onto the table with her diploma. Specifically, there was no mail from the prestigious scholarship fund she was waiting on. Whether or not she got it meant whether or not she was going to Grad school.

Everything else was in place. She’d gotten accepted to her dream school, already had an internship lined up...the only thing she needed was that scholarship for everything to be just perfect.

“Hey, baby girl,” Wynonna groaned as she padded down the stairs, her socked feet thumping as they went. Wynonna trudged up the Waverly and kissed the side of her head before shuffling her way towards the coffee maker. “What ‘ave you got planned for today?”

“Besides trying not to think why I haven’t heard from the scholarship people yet?” Waverly sighed, watching as Wynonna poured herself a cup of coffee. “I’m just going to get coffee with Chrissy while she’s in town.”

“Mm, before she goes back to whatever her new fancy job is?” Wynonna said before sitting down at the table.

“Yeah. Apparently she got a big promotion and wants to tell me all about it,” Waverly said with a shrug. Waverly let herself dwell on the twinge of jealousy that Chrissy already had a great job and had avoided college all together. Chrissy was in the entertainment business, something that one could argue didn’t need a college degree for. Waverly knew for a fact there was no way she was getting a job as a researcher without as many degrees as she could manage to get. So even if it was hard to not compare herself to Chrissy...she tried not to.

Wynonna leaned over the mug as if to let the steam from the coffee warm her face. “See if she’ll put my mug on a tv show,” Wynonna said with a wry smile, “Wynonna Earp, Bounty Hunter. It’s got a ring to it.”

Waverly raised an eyebrow at her sister. “You’re telling me you want to be on television?”

Wynonna frowned in thought for a moment before shaking her head. “You’re right. The world isn’t ready for me.”

“Clearly.”

Waverly’s phone buzzed and she pulled it from her pocket only to see that it was a notification from the dating app she had been using for the month she’d been back in Purgatory. It seemed like a stretch since she was pretty sure she had dated the only interesting people in Purgatory in high school...but she figured she’d give it a try. It was a decision she was quickly regretting.

Pete: Hey, wanna get dinner tonight? There’s a new pho place it town. It’ll be a...hot date. ;)

Waverly rolled her eyes and tried to think of a response.

“Wha’s that?” Wynonna asked already grabbing the leg of Waverly’s chair and pulling her close so that they were side by side. Wynonna leaned over Waverly’s shoulder to read the message. “Ugh, gross. Pete York? Come on, baby girl, you can do better than that.”

“I’m just going on one date,” Waverly said defensively, “It doesn’t mean anything. I’m just...bored and have exhausted all other possibilities. There aren’t many dating options in a small town, you know.”

“Don’t I,” Wynonna muttered to herself as she took a long sip of her coffee.

“Plus, you never know,” Waverly said with a shrug, “He could be a perfect gentleman.”

“Famous last words,” Wynonna said with a smirk. Waverly couldn’t help but agree.

***

“Hey, Waverly,” Beth said almost breathlessly from behind the register. Waverly blinked at her a moment, her brain connecting the dots even if Beth seemed wildly out of place in an apron and behind a counter.

“Oh, hi,” Waverly said with a polite smile to cover up her shock, “I-...what are you doing here?”

“I work here now,” Beth said, “It’s part of the whole...getting our parent’s inheritance thing. We have to work a real job for like...a year.” Beth shrugged. “I figured it couldn’t be that hard to work at a coffee shop.”

Waverly’s smile started to feel strained as she kept her internal commentary to herself. “Um...how long have you been working here?”

Beth looked at the clock. “Four hours!”

“Right,” Waverly said tucking some hair behind her ear. “Can I get a green tea please?”

“Sure!” Beth said staring at the register for a beat too long before punching something in. She took her time writing the instructions on the cup and Waverly stood there with her cash out, waiting for Beth to take it. When she finally did, Waverly let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding.

“So,” Beth started as she slowly counted out Waverly’s change, “are you in town for good?”

Waverly prickled at the thought.

For good.

In other words, had she given up on the bigger world outside of Purgatory and returned back to the comfort of her small town? Like a baby trying to crawl back into the womb?

“Um, no,” Waverly said after a moment, not adding on that she at least hoped the sentiment was true. “Just...until I start my Master’s program.”

“Well, while you’re in town would you want to...go to dinner again?” Beth asked as she handed Waverly back her change.

Waverly just stood there, palm up to cradle the crumpled bills and coins, and thought about the last time she and Beth went to dinner. It was when Waverly was back home on break during Christmas. She knew that Beth had a small crush on her since high school and admittedly Waverly had had one on her too. But being in college...high school crushes were the sort of thing that got pushed to the back of her mind. She gave it a try anyways and soon realized why her crush never blossomed into anything more.

Beth, for all her good intentions, never had experienced a day of hard work in her life. She was the definition of blessed. Waverly had had more than enough of her own tragedies in her life and they just couldn’t find anything to relate to. Except maybe being attracted to the fairer sex in a town that still thought Ellen was progressive. So when Beth asked her on a second date...Waverly quickly said no and blamed it on the fact that she was leaving for school again soon. An excuse she could no longer hide under.

“Oh,” Waverly finally managed, her mind working a thousand miles a minute for an excuse. “Well, you see, I’m really busy right now.” Waverly smiled politely but felt her stomach clench at Beth’s crestfallen look so she quickly recovered. “But text me next week and maybe we can set something up?”

Beth practically beamed and Waverly dumped her change in the tip jar. Beth was the last person that needed it, but it was the least Waverly could do knowing she was going to blow Beth off the next time she texted too.

“Sounds like a plan,” Beth said as she took Waverly’s finished tea from her coworker and handed it to her.

“Thanks,” Waverly smiled before turning around and heading to the table in the corner where Chrissy was waiting for her. She let out a small breath of relief as she slid into the table.

“Beth hit on you again?” Chrissy asked with an amused tilt to her lips.

Waverly gave her a look. “She’s very nice.”

“Just keeping your one female option in town open?” Chrissy asked with a raised eyebrow.

“No,” Waverly said taking the lid off of her tea so it could cool. “I just feel bad saying no. And, if you must know, I have a date tomorrow.”

“Oo, with who?”

“Pete.”

“York?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh.”

“He’s not that bad,” Waverly insisted. “Between you and Wynonna you’d think he was the biggest loser in town.”

“No, his brother is,” Chrissy teased.

Waverly rolled her eyes goodnaturedly and leaned back in her seat. “Enough about my non-existent love life. Tell me about your new exciting job.”

Chrissy got a sparkle in her eyes that Waverly knew all too well. It reminded her of the time that Chrissy convinced Waverly to try out for the cheer team “for fun” and she ended up a cheerleader for all four years of high school.

“Funny enough, this kind of relates to your non-existent love life,” Chrissy said with a wiggle of her eyebrows. Waverly was already worried.

“O...kay,” Waverly drew out as she played with the string of her tea bag.

“Well, you know that lady I was interning for?” Chrissy asked.

“The producer?” Waverly asked blowing on her tea.

Chrissy nodded. “Well, she’s liked what I’ve been doing lately so she’s giving me some producing credits on her next project.”

“That’s amazing!” Waverly gasped, reaching out to squeeze her best friend’s hand. “What’s the project.”

“The Bachelorette,” Chrissy said as she leaned forward like she was telling a dirty secret. “Are you ready for the best part?”

“What?” Waverly asked as she took a sip of her tea.

“I want you to be the bachelorette!”

Waverly choked, tea sputtering out of her nose and dribbling down onto her shirt. She would be embarrassed if she wasn’t entirely sure she wasn’t dying at the moment. Her throat burned and tears formed in her eyes as she caught her breath. Chrissy made a move to pat on her back but Waverly waved her away.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” Waverly coughed. She put her hand on her chest as she got her breath back. “I’m sorry,” she blinked, shaking her head, “I must have misheard you. You want me to be on your television show?”

“Yes.”

“The Bachelorette?”

“Right again.”

“Chrissy. No,” Waverly said firmly.

Chrissy looked genuinely shocked as she searched for words. “What? Why?”

Waverly blinked at her friend and wondered if she had done one too many of the drugs rumored to be around the reality tv world.

“Why?” Waverly said with a single chuckle, “Chrissy its...its me. They’re not looking for girls like...me!”

“Exactly! It’s you,” Chrissy said with a smile, “You’re Waverly Earp! Great great great granddaughter of Wyatt Earp. Small town girl with a Hollywood smile. Head cheerleader and valedictorian. Voted the nicest person in Purgatory and dreams of bigger horizons.”

Waverly just looked at Chrissy for a moment. “I-...did you rehearse that?”

“No. Well...yes. It was how I pitched you to my boss,” Chrissy shrugged.

“How you pitched me-“ Waverly scoffed. “I’m not a baseball, Chrissy!”

Chrissy shook her head sympathetically, her voice taking that lilt that people sometimes got when they were being both kind and condescending. “That metaphor does not track at all, sweetie.”

“My point still stands,” Waverly insisted, “Why would you pitch me to your boss?”

“You’re the perfect candidate,” Chrissy said as she sat up a little straighter. “They’re looking for someone new this season. Someone ‘real’.” Chrissy made air quotes and rolled her eyes. “Think about it. Everyone loves you, Waverly. That’s half the battle of finding the perfect contestant. You have that that…” she waved her hands around searching for the perfect word. “Pizazz.”

Waverly couldn’t help but snort into her tea. “Is that one of your fancy Hollywood terms?”

Chrissy raised an eyebrow at Waverly but she could see the smile in her eyes. She leaned forward, elbows on the table like she used to do in high school when she had a particularly good piece of gossip. “Come on, Waves. It’ll be fun!”

She sighed as she lowered her cup down to the table again. “I don’t know, Chrissy,” she said, “I mean...isn’t the whole thing a scam anyways?”

Chrissy shrugged. “No more than those stupid dating apps you hide behind to pretend you’re actually putting yourself out there.”

“I resent that,” Waverly said resting her chin in her palm and elbow on the table. “I’ve been busy. The world is so much easier when it’s just...in the palm of your hand like that.”

“I know, trust me,” Chrissy said, “But this is the perfect opportunity to get out there a little bit! Have an adventure. Do something only so many people can say they’ve done.”

Waverly had to admit, Chrissy knew how to sell things to her. She always had. It had led to some of her best worst decisions ever. But today was not going to end in one of those decisions.

“No.” Waverly took another long sip of her tea. “I don’t want my life out there in the world. Wynonna’s life. She has a dangerous job, it might put her at risk.”

“Waverly, I love you. But all I’m hearing are excuses,” Chrissy said stirring her drink with her straw. “We would only put as much of your life out there as you wanted. It would be all fluff pieces and nothing super crazy. We could lie about what Wynonna did. We’d...probably have to actually.”

“What...what else could she be?” Waverly asked. “I can’t imagine her as anything else.”

“I don’t know like...a bartender? A...banker?”

Waverly couldn’t help but snort in laughter.

“Let me put it this way,” Chrissy said as she reached across and covered Waverly’s hand with her own. “Best case scenario, you meet the love of your life.”

Waverly snorted again and Chrissy shot her a look.

“Worst case scenario, you...don’t. But at the end of six weeks, you got to stay in a beautiful vacation spot, have fancy dinners, flirt with a bunch of cute guys and make more in a few weeks than you usually make in a year.”

Waverly’s ears perked up a little bit and she leaned forward. “Um, excuse me, just how much does this pay?”

Chrissy’s smile curled slowly up her cheeks. “You get one hundred thousand dollars.”

If Waverly had been drinking, she would have choked again.

“In six weeks?”

Chrissy nodded. Waverly could see herself paying off so many loans. The need for any scholarships dwindling away...Waverly wondered what that kind of freedom tasted like.

Waverly sighed and shook her head, flattening her hand on the table in a final way. “No. I really can’t. Thank you, Chrissy, really. But...I can’t. It’s just...too weird and plus you know the whole...liking girls too thing.”

Chrissy leaned back in her seat. “I don’t have to tell them until Monday. Think about it, okay?”

“Fine, yes,” Waverly said with no intention of actually considering it. But she could pretend if it made Chrissy feel better.

“Thank you,” Chrissy said with a smile, “Now, tell me all about college.”

***

Waverly put the finishing touches on her makeup, dropping the brush into her bag. She looked in the mirror of her vanity to see Wynonna laying on her bed, head hanging off the side as she played with her phone.

“I can’t believe you’d rather go on bad dates for free when you could be going on bad dates for money,” Wynonna said flatly.

Waverly turned in the chair to look at her sister. “Yes. Except this bad date won’t be broadcast across the nation for everyone to see.”

“For a hundred thousand dollars I would go on the date and blow the guy in a fucking nun outfit,” Wynonna said just as flatly.

“Nonna!” Waverly said with a tint to her cheeks and a curl to her lips. “Come on.”

“Just being honest. Forgive me,” Wynonna said sarcastically.

There was the honk of a car horn from the driveway and Waverly cringed. Wynonna just smirked widely.

“You’re carriage is here, princess.”

“Screw you,” Waverly said lightly as she stood up and grabbed her purse from the bed. “I’m going to go out, have free dinner and a good time. Have fun here, Nonna.”

Wynonna wiggled her eyebrows. “I have a ménage à trois planned with me, a bottle of whiskey and the home shopping network.”

“Please don’t buy anymore tupperware,” Waverly warned as she took one last look at her hair in the mirror. “We’ve already run out of room in the cabinets.”

“No promises!” Wynonna yelled as Waverly started down the stairs. Waverly walked out of the Homestead, squinting as Pete’s headlights blinded her. She waved, hoping he would turn them off, but he just honked a couple more times.

Waverly took a deep breath as she locked the door, jaw tight. It was definitely going to be an interesting night.

***

“Get it?”

Pete grinned widely at Waverly from across the table, the remnants of something leafy in his left canine. His pudgy finger tapped the title at the top of the menu.

Let’s Pho

Waverly forced a small smile and nodded curtly. “Yep.”

“Let’s pho? Like let’s fuc-”

“Yep!” Waverly interrupted, eyes down on the menu as she pretended to read it. She subtly looked at her watch as she did so. Twenty minutes in. A typical first date lasted an average of ninety two minutes. About one fifth through. Great.

***

Waverly woke up the next morning later than she had meant to. After her date with Pete, Waverly came home, split Wynonna’s bottle of whiskey, and talked her out of buying garden gnomes that doubled as sprinklers.

She stumbled into bed at some unknown time, only managing to strip off her shirt and skirt before collapsing into the sheets. She woke up with a headache pressing behind her eyes, mouth dry.

“Waves!” Wynonna called from downstairs. “You got something official looking!”

Waverly jolted from her bed, sheets getting tangled in her legs and making her crash to the floor.

“Fuck.”

“Don’t kill yourself!” Wynonna growled.

Waverly wrapped her sheet around herself and shuffled down the stairs to the kitchen. Wynonna waved the envelope over her head, eyebrow raised at Waverly.

“Hungover? Thought college would have you trained better than this, baby girl,” Wynonna said as Waverly snatched the envelope from her hand.

“You’d think being an Earp would train me better than that.”

“Fair enough.”

Waverly sat at the kitchen table and held the envelope between her palms. It was from the scholarship foundation. Her stomach turned as she looked at the inconspicuous white envelope. An envelope that held so many of her future plans in the balance. She had a bad feeling about the whole thing.

“You gonna open it?” Wynonna asked as she poured some whiskey into her coffee and Waverly’s tea. Waverly sighed and slipped her finger under the flap, wiggling it a little bit so that the glue came just the slightest bit undone. Slowly, she ran her finger along the envelope to break the seal. Wynonna had her tea in front of her and was sitting down by the time Waverly had it open. Still she stared at it, the white paper barely visible in the envelope. She tried to read some of the words through the back of the paper but got nothing.

Waverly took a deep breath and slid the paper from the envelope, unfolding it deliberately as she went. She licked her lips and took a breath before reading the first line. Her stomach was in knots and she was sure she might barf.

Dear Ms. Earp,

Thank you for your submission to the J. G. Hubbard Scholarship Foundation. We thoroughly enjoyed your paper, but at this time we cannot offer you-

Waverly folded the paper back up and set it in the middle of the table, hazel eyes meeting Wynonna’s expectant ones. Any amount of confidence or hope she had quickly deflated.

“I didn’t get it,” Waverly said with a forced smile and a small chuckle.

“Bastards!” Wynonna said, snatching the letter off the table as if she had to double check to make sure Waverly was right. “You’re too good for them anyways, baby girl.”

Waverly shook her head, arms crossed in front of her chest. “I’m not too good for anyone. Especially people trying to give me money.”

She groaned and slumped forward in her chair, arms and chin on the table.

“What do I do now?” she groaned. She sat up just long enough to take a big sip of her tea that seemed like mostly whiskey.

“I mean...you don’t need this, right?” Wynonna asked.

Waverly scoffed. “It’s the only way I can go to grad school, Wynonna. And they need my first check like...yesterday!” She sighed and rested her forehead on the table, the wood muffling her words. “I’m just gonna be stuck here forever with a Bachelor’s degree.”

“What if I take some extra bounties?” Wynonna offered , “I can do some of the crazy out of state ones that pay out the ass. That should help.”

Waverly shook her head. “That’s very sweet, but no, Nonna. It’s fine I’ll just...I’ll figure it out. I might just have to...work in town until I can save up some money.”

Wynonna tapped on the table, nose scrunched up. “I have a solution but you’re not gonna like it.”

She squinted at her sister. “What’s that?”

“Chrissy just basically offered you a hundred thousand dollars,” Wynonna said cautiously. “For just being you and hanging out with beefcakes for six weeks.”

In all the drama of the day, Waverly had basically forgotten about the offer. She chewed on her lip, staring at Wynonna but not looking at her. It would be...for all intents and purposes, easy money. The offer was looking more and more tempting as she thought about it. And she couldn’t lie anymore and pretend that she was doing great with the whole...dating on her own thing.

Waverly looked up at Wynonna who had an eyebrow raised, a small smirk on her face. Was she really considering this? Was she really willing to become a reality tv personality to help pay for school? And maybe Chrissy had a point...maybe she’d end up meeting someone that she really liked. The whole premise was to get married at the end of the show but she paid enough attention to pop culture to know that the two contestants almost never actually ended up getting married in the end…

“We wouldn’t be able to talk for six weeks,” Waverly said.

Wynonna shrugged. “Like a mini vacation,” she teased.

“They’d want to talk to you.”

“I can be very charming.”

“You might have to lie about your profession.”

“What’s new?”

Waverly sighed and Wynonna smiled at her. “Baby girl...don’t do anything you don’t want to do. But...it could be a good opportunity.”

Waverly put her forehead on the table and let out some sort of indescribable sound that could only be compared to a cow in pain. Wynonna laughed and patted the top of Waverly’s head sympathetically.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Waverly grumbled. Wynonna just laughed again.

***

“Hey, Superstar,” Rosita smirked as Waverly slipped behind the bar at Shorty’s. Waverly rolled her eyes at her friend.

“Very funny,” she said with her hand on her hip.

Rosita shrugged, “It’s true. The only thing people have been able to talk about at all these days is that fancy camera crew in town.”

“Except no one knows it’s for me,” Waverly said pointedly, a raise of her eyebrows.

“Not yet,” Rosita said as she finished wiping down the bar and moved on to some of the tables before they opened. “When do you film all your stuff?”

Waverly inspected the beer taps and shook her head. “I talked to the producer yesterday, Chrissy’s boss. Something...Lucado. She’s kinda scary.”

“Aren’t producers supposed to be?”

“You have a point.”

Suddenly, the door to Shorty’s burst open and Chrissy entered, followed by a few bored looking men. Chrissy made a beeline for the bar while the others looked around with seemingly morbid fascination. Waverly looked down self consciously at her Shorty’s shirt and daisy dukes, running a hand through her hair as she plucked at the hem of her shorts.

Waverly frowned, “Hey, Chrissy.” She watched as one of the men inspected the jukebox. “I wasn’t expecting you today. Can I get you anything?”

“We’re just stopping by,” Chrissy said sitting at the bar, waving off Waverly’s offer. “I just wanted to tell you that they’re ready to sign contracts tonight. The boys here are just taking a look at the place for your shoot later.”

“My...shoot?” Waverly asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah! You know the whole song and dance. We follow you around, get a glimpse of your life, talk to your friends, talk about why you want to be on the show. That kinda thing.”

“Right,” Waverly sighed. Rosita sidled up to her and leaned over the bar towards Chrissy.

“Does that mean I get to be in it?” Rosita said with a wiggle of her eyebrows.

Chrissy smiled. “Yes. You and Wynonna and...who are your other friends, Waves?”

Waverly blushed, eyes focused on two men as they frowned and pointed at the lights hanging from the ceiling.

“Besides you?” Waverly asked with a smile. Chrissy shrugged.

“You have other friends, right?”

“I mean...yes?” Waverly’s mind strained to think of people that would go on camera for her. That knew her well enough to talk about her on television. Being the most popular girl in Purgatory didn’t really mean having friends. Apparently. “I have Rosita and...Doc and Dolls.”

“Your sister’s work partners?” Chrissy said with a tilt of her head. “Slash boy toys?”

“...Yes?” Waverly drew out, squinting at Chrissy as she tried to read her mind.

Chrissy nodded. “That’ll work.” She typed something on her phone as Waverly breathed a sigh of relief. “Also, they want to take you to dinner tonight to sign those contracts. In the city. A car will pick you up at six.”

Waverly felt her nerves light anew. Nothing seemed real yet. Even with two guys ignoring her and talking about the lighting in Shorty’s. It all still felt so...fake. Like something out of a dream. Or nightmare. She wasn’t sure yet.

“O-okay,” Waverly said as a few of their early customers came in. “A car? Really?”

Chrissy smirked, “The perks are just starting, Waves. Live it up. See you tonight!”

With a final wave, Chrissy hopped off her seat and headed back out of Shorty’s, the two men following her and taking some pictures of the place with their phones. They still looked concerned. Waverly sighed, blowing some hair back from her face.

“Live. It. Up,” she repeated under her breath, popping the last letter as she spoke. She wasn’t sure if she was equipped to ‘live it up’ like Chrissy said. She hoped she could be.

***

“You’re going where?” Wynonna practically gasped.

“Petit Trois.” Waverly pulled her hair back into a neat bun. “In the city.”

“I know where Petite Tross is-”

“Petit Trois,” Waverly corrected with a proper accent.

“Whatever,” Wynonna said waving off her sister’s words and sitting in her desk chair. “Can you bring me back something? Just a meatball even?”

Waverly frowned and looked over at her sister as she smoothed her hair into place. “Since when do you care about fancy restaurants?”

“This place is supposed to be the shit,” Wynonna said, “I saw it on the Travel Channel.”

“Do you ever think you watch too much television?” Waverly teased, smiling.

Wynonna rolled her eyes. “Please. Just...one meatball. I just wanna taste luxury for once.”

“Fine. I’ll try.”

“You will.”

“I will try.”

“Best sister ever.”

***

Waverly wondered about the legal issues behind signing a contract after she had a glass of wine. Of very expensive wine that Waverly had ordered in perfect French. Much to the delight of her dinner mates. Throughout dinner, every time Waverly made one of the three producers laugh or smile, Chrissy would shoot her a little wink or thumbs up. Like she was going out of her way to impress them.

Other than Lucado, Chrissy’s direct boss and seemingly the leader of the pack, the two other producers were easily interchangeable men whose names Waverly almost immediately forgot. They also seemed the most easily amused by Waverly’s lame jokes and small town charm. She felt a little like an animal in a zoo as the big city folk watched her in amazement, but it wasn’t something she hadn’t grown accustomed to in college. It was like as soon as someone learned she was from a small town they suddenly had a thousand questions for her. Often they would tiptoe around asking if she’d ever dated any relatives. Sometimes, they’d just dive right in.

“So, here are the logistics,” Lucado said as she daintily dabbed at the corners of her mouth with the cloth napkin on her lap. The sudden change of subject from Waverly’s education to business gave her a bit of whiplash, but she recovered quickly. “You’d be in front of the cameras for six weeks, but contracts extend all the way through the airing of the show and the live show at the end of filming. After you’re done filming, you’re obligated to stay in...isolation for a little bit until the finale is done airing.”

Waverly frowned. “Um...why?”

“Just to make sure that it’s not accidently leaked who you chose,” Lucado said matter-of-factly. “Oh and you can’t see your new fiance until the live show either.”

“I-...okay,” Waverly said as Lucado handed her the contract. She looked down at it and flipped through a few pages. Chrissy had snuck her a copy the night before and Waverly had already spent the night before pouring over it. She pretended to look at it carefully as she took a slow, disinterested sip of her wine. She could practically feel the men across the table leaning forward, holding their breath until the pen hit paper. Lucado on the other hand was making a show of being just as disinterested as she folded her napkin on her lap.

Waverly nodded as she slowly turned to the last page of the contract. The waiter came by to collect her plate and she stopped him with a polite hand on his arm.

“I’m sorry,” she said with the easy smile that always got her forgiven before she even asked a favor. “Can you um...wrap up this one meatball please?”

She blushed but kept her smile in place as the waiter blinked at her. “This one meatball?”

“Yes, please. It’s um...a sister thing,” she said releasing the waiter’s arm and making her smile even brighter.

“Of course, ma’am,” he said with a curt nod before taking her plate and scuttling away.

She threw an apologetic smile across the table and shrugged. “My sister makes...odd requests.”

“We can work with that,” Lucado said with a small smile. “Eccentricities make for good television.”

“And Earps are not short on eccentricity,” Waverly said picking up the pen and clicking it open. She initialed in all the highlighted places, pausing briefly over the final signature at the bottom. It felt so...final. Like jumping off of a ledge. She thought of Wynonna and how supportive she was of the whole thing. Gus had been too, telling Waverly she always thought she had the face for television. Even more tempting was the big paycheck at the end of the tunnel. The one that would practically erase her fears.

She pressed her pen to the paper and signed quickly, adding an extra flourish to the ‘p’ at the end. Waverly could practically feel Chrissy’s excitement from across the table and she smiled at her best friend. Chrissy beamed back.

“Well then,” Lucado said as Waverly handed her back the contract, stiff smile on her face, “I guess we have our newest Bachelorette!”

Waverly felt her stomach clench at the thought, nerves suddenly taking over. She was the new Bachelorette. She was going to be on television. A public persona for the world to pick apart. Suddenly she felt sick.

But she forced a smile and raised her wine glass when they asked for a toast. She could pretend. She had a feeling she was going to be doing a lot of that in the future.

***

“Alright, last question, Ms. Earp. Have you ridden horses before? Are you comfortable on them?” the kind man that had been asking her questions for what felt like far too long asked with a smile. She couldn’t remember his name. Tony? Maybe it was Tony. She had been introduced to so many people the past couple of days since she signed the contract.

Waverly bit on her lip and thought of the last time she was on a horse. She was pretty sure she was ten and the horse threw her, putting an abrupt end to her asking Curtis to teach her to ride. But she was a small town cowgirl...at least, that was the persona they were going for.

“Yeah!” Waverly said with a smile. “Giddy up!”

She blushed and wondered what had caused her to add that unfortunate exclamation in the end. Rosie snorted behind her even though she was on the other side of the bar.

Tony wrote something down on his clipboard and smiled. “That’s all for now, Waverly. Enjoy the rest of your day.”

Waverly kept her smile in place until he left Shorty’s. As soon as the door closed, she slumped and rested her head on her arm. Rosita came up behind her and rubbed her back with a sympathetic smile.

“You okay?” Rosita asked.

“I’m just nervous,” Waverly said as she relaxed into her friend’s touch. “I don’t know what to expect.”

Rosita set two whiskey glasses on the table and poured both of them a finger of alcohol before leaning on the bar with her elbow. “I have an idea,” she trailed off.

“What’s that?” Waverly said taking the whiskey gratefully.

“Have you ever watched the show?” Rosita asked with a squint.

Waverly shook her head and a slow smile lit up Rosita’s face.

“Want to get wasted tonight and watch a bunch of episodes?”

She thought for a moment and shrugged. Really, nothing could freak her out anymore than she already was. Plus it would be nice to have a few minutes to decompress and spend time with Rosita and Wynonna since she didn’t know when the next time she’d be able to would be. Things had barely gotten started with the show and she could already feel her life getting more and more hectic.

“That would be fun, actually,” Waverly said with a smile. “I have wine. Bring snacks?”

“Done,” Rosita said knocking back her whiskey just as the first customer of the day walked in. Rosita winked at her and went to work. Waverly downed her own whiskey just as Nedley walked in, eyes darting around the bar suspiciously. Despite his odd behaviour, Waverly still smiled at him.

“Can I get you anything, Sheriff?” she asked as he walked up to the bar. He shook his head.

“I’m here on an official capacity today,” he said, gripping his belt. “There have been these tv folk lurking about town and rumor has it, it’s about you.”

Waverly blushed and made a show of zipping her lips shut. “You know I can’t say.”

Nedley grunted, satisfied none of those “tv folk” were lurking in the bar before his eyes settled on Waverly.

“Do you need a security detail? To keep these people at bay?” he asked. “My daughter says they won’t cause a problem but...I don’t trust someone who spends more than two dollars on a cup of coffee.”

Waverly laughed and shook her head. “I’m fine. Thank you.”

“You sure?”

“Yes, but you’re very sweet for asking,” Waverly said, touched by the gesture.

Nedley nodded gruffly and Waverly reached forward and squeezed his hand in her own. Waverly had known him for what felt like her entire life. Even though he wasn’t a man of many words, she knew that he cared.

“Chrissy is doing amazing by the way,” Waverly said winking at the Sheriff. “I feel very taken care of.”

A small proud smile crept onto his lips and Waverly squeezed his hand one last time before pulling away.

“She is, isn’t she?” he said settling into his usual bar stool. “You know...maybe I’ll take a beer after all.”

“Coming right up,” Waverly beamed as she poured him a drink.

***

“Ugh, this guy is awful,” Waverly groaned as she dumped a scoop of ice cream into her half drunk beer glass. She stretched her legs so that she was spread out on the couch, legs draping over Rosita’s lap. Wynonna was laying on the couch with her head on the opposite side of the couch, legs also on Rosita’s lap.

Wynonna picked up the remote and fast forwarded through a few minutes of the show before playing again. The Bachelor was making out with a busty blonde girl in a hot tub and they all scoffed, almost in unison.

“Fake!” Wynonna yelled before tapping Waverly’s thigh with her foot. “Am I gonna have to watch you make out with every dude on the show?”

Waverly scrunched up her nose. “I don’t...think so?”

“Don’t lie, Waves. All those hot babes lined up to wait on you hand and foot? You’re totally going to bang half of them,” Rosita said wiggling her eyebrows, “Make up for all those crazy times you didn’t have in college.”

Waverly blushed and took a took a bite of her ice cream. “I guess we’ll just have to find out.”

Rosita just laughed and they turned back to the television. There was silence for a moment before Rosie turned to Wynonna with a frown.

“What’s the fake job you gave them for the show?”

Wynonna smirked. “Cabbage farmer.”

Waverly laughed so hard beer came out of her nose.

***

Waverly had never felt so poked and prodded in her life. Over the course of a weekend, the production team had made her take an STD test, a psych evaluation and have a physical. Probably the most embarrassing that happened was when she had rambled on to the person giving her the STD test that she hadn’t actually had any sexual encounters for a good six months. Then the day afterwards she had found out that the girl she hooked up with was the TA in one of her classes.

But that was just the beginning of her Saturday. After that they shipped her off to spend the rest of her day at the spa which she actually enjoyed. It was always nice being primped and walking out afterwards, she actually felt like she could be okay on television. She was feeling good and confident in herself.

She had been given strict instructions on what to pack for the six weeks she was going to be away. It was a bit of a shock when they told her that production would begin in a week and figured she should make sure she had everything she needed. Which apparently included a lot of bathing suits.

“What are you going to be doing this whole time?” Wynonna asked as Waverly threw yet another bathing suit top towards her bed, missing her suitcase entirely.

“Apparently swimming a lot,” Waverly answered before moving to the other clothes in her closet. “They told me to be prepared for anything. Literally. Chrissy was telling me to have something for every weather scenario.”

“Damn,” Wynonna said tossing the clothes Waverly was throwing her way into her suitcase. “Some of those bitches got to go to the beach. Are you sure I can’t come with you?”

Waverly chuckled. “As much as I would enjoy that, I doubt they’d allow it. They won’t even let me bring more than two books.”

Wynonna gasped dramatically, sarcasm tinting the edges. “How will you survive?”

Waverly made sure that she threw a shirt right at Wynonna’s head.

***

“Turn your head a little towards me and-...wonderful!”

The photographer snapped away, big lights flashing and blinding Waverly. Her smile was stuck in place, jaw sore from the strain. They had practically sewn her into a gold dress that ended right above her knees, slathered makeup on her and shoved her in front of a backdrop for pictures for their promo shoot.

They had made her take a never ending variety of pictures. Some with one rose, some with two, some with a dozen. She had taken photos with cowboy hats and boots on to play up her “small town cowgirl image”. At one point they even brought out puppies and kittens for her to take pictures with, which she certainly was not going to complain about.

“You’re gorgeous, honey!” the photographer, Antonio, shrieked. Waverly couldn’t help but giggle, a light blush tinting her cheeks that made the clicking of the camera come even faster and Antonio gasp.

A reporter was standing in the wings, taking notes on seemingly everything and asking her questions during her breaks. Lucado and Chrissy sat behind a monitor watching all the pictures as they were being taken. Occasionally Lucado would whisper something to Chrissy or someone else but for the most part they kept out of it. Based on what Chrissy had told her, that was going to change as soon as they started filming, so she was happy for the break while she had one.

“Waverly, you are amazing,” Antonio said finally lowering his camera from his face. “You are going to break so many hearts this season.”

“I don’t know about that. But thank you,” Waverly blushed.

Antonio flung his arms wide and turned back towards Lucado. “See! Look at this! She’s a gem, is she not?”

It just made Waverly blush deeper and a PA shuffled her off to the side to get her makeup retouched. She sat in the makeup chair and let someone fuss over her hair, grateful to be sitting with the heels they had put her in for the shoot.

“So,” the young reporter said as she settled into a chair next to her, “you ready for your big breakout?”

Waverly felt her stomach turn at the thought. Of her as a breakout in any way. Even despite the questions and primping and the photoshoot, it still hadn’t quite hit her that she was going to be on tv. In people’s living rooms every week as they cheered her on to find love week after week. She felt her nerves start anew and she picked at some skin on her thumb nervously.

“I’m excited to meet all the contestants,” Waverly said with a small smile.

“So you’re ready to find love?” the reporter asked with a small smile.

The nerves got a little worse in Waverly’s stomach but they were melting off into a warmth she couldn’t quite describe. Maybe it was...hope? No. She shook it off and shrugged at the reporter.

“You know, I am,” she said with an easy smile, “I’ve spent so much time in school and studying and...I don’t regret it. In anyway. But I just...feel like now is the time. To find love.”

Waverly smiled even wider and the reporter practically sighed. “Thank you for your time, Ms. Earp.”

“Oh, Waverly, please,” Waverly said taking the girl’s hand and shaking it as she got up to leave.

“Waverly, then,” she replied. “The article will be out soon but you’ll probably be filming and not able to read it. But I hope you like it!”

“I’m sure I will. As long as you don’t say what a jerk I am,” Waverly joked. The girl laughed as she walked away and Waverly looked back in the mirror. Article. Huh. Maybe this small town girl could go somewhere after all.

***

Waverly smiled brightly and pointed at the sign that had been hanging above the bar since she was a little girl.

‘Drink Where Wyatt Earp Did’

She did a few more cheesy points and gestures towards the sign as the camera crew filmed her. She was in her typical work uniform, tiny jean cutoffs and her Shorty’s shirt, hair back in a braid. The producers had been very clear about her looking like it was just another day while they were filming. They didn’t want anything crazy or fancy, so that’s what she gave them.

“Good, Waves,” Lucado said. She was sitting at a booth just off to the side of the filming, a small monitor in her hands as she watched the camera feed. “Now we just need some B-roll of you behind the bar. Okay?”

Waverly nodded, grateful to drop her arms and stop gesturing at that stupid sign. That morning had been filled with interview question after interview question. Waverly was sure she had melted under the direct glare of the stage lights. They had done her interview in Shorty’s, just set up a chair and some lights in the middle. They had interviewed Wynonna and Rosita too as part of her “introduction package” as they called it.

“This is where we need people to fall in love with you” Chrissy had said as the makeup team put finishing touches on her face. “And that shouldn’t be too hard.”

Waverly hoped Chrissy was right.

The bar was empty, so Waverly felt a little silly pulling a beer from a tap with no one to give it to. But she did it anyways, crew adjusting and following her as they went.

“Wait,” someone from another monitor called. “We got bogies in the background.”

Waverly looked behind her and saw Wynonna playing on her phone while drinking straight from a whiskey bottle. She rolled her eyes, hand on her hip.

“Nonna,” Waverly said, “You’re in the shot.”

Wynonna looked at Waverly and the camera crew like she’d just noticed they were there. She looked at the booth she was headed towards and pointed at it with a frown.

“But that’s my booth,” Wynonna said flatly.

“You can literally sit anywhere,” Waverly said gesturing towards the empty bar. “Just sit at a different table for like...an hour. A table that’s not right where they’re trying to film.

Wynonna looked scandalized as she sat at the booth. “Excuse you, I am an Earp. And Earps drink wherever they want, baby girl.”

Waverly huffed. “Wynonna! Please.”

“It’s okay, we can adjust,” Lucado said. “Ben, just move the shot to the left a little- and-...there we go. Okay background is clear.”

Waverly let out a long breath and just stared at Wynonna as she stuck her tongue out at her and took a long pull from the bottle. She rolled her shoulders and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear before turning back to the camera.

“Okay,” she said picking up a new beer glass and readying it under a tap, “Let’s do this.”

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“Resolution”

I hadn’t planned on telling my best friend Bianca Tyler that I’d been in a relationship with her brother Brandon; but the moment I learned he was back from Afghanistan, I knew the truth was going to have to come out. Brandon was only a year older than me and Bianca, but he was so much more mature than anyone our age. When we were in eleventh grade, he took my virginity on the night of—his senior and my junior—prom. We were together throughout my senior year but our relationship suffered when he enlisted in the military. I admit, it was hard keeping that big of a secret from my best friend but I swore allegiance to Brandon that I wouldn’t tell her.

“Micah, I need to talk to you about Brandon,” Bianca said to me as she stood in my doorway.

I immediately tensed up and asked, “What about him?”

“He told the family something last night that I cannot believe.” She stepped inside and told me, “He told us he’s bisexual.”

Slightly relieved, I closed the door and asked her, “Is that a bad thing?”

“Well…no but I wasn’t expecting it. I don’t know what made him tell us at this time but…I don’t know. I just don’t know how to feel about it.”

“Come on, let’s go up to my room and talk. You know how nosy my mama is.” I grabbed her hand and led her upstairs to my bedroom.

Bianca and I talked about everything and usually nothing was off-limits, but preparing to talk to her about Brandon being bisexual knowing that I’d been with him was like walking barefoot on sharp needles. I usually didn’t think about Brandon whenever I talked to her, but now all I could think about was the last time I was with him. We had sex that day and then ended the relationship amicably. I’d moved on and I was sure he’d moved on as well, but that did nothing to ease the awkwardness I felt while looking into Bianca’s eyes.

“I just can’t picture him with another guy,” she blurted out. “Like no offense to you; Micah, but I can’t see Brandon with a guy.”

Me (Micah Hill)

“Why would I be offended by that?”

“You know…because you’re gay.”

“Bianca, I understand how you’re feeling. Just because I’m gay doesn’t mean I don’t understand your confusion. He’s your only brother and you’ve only seen him date women.”

“Exactly. You remember how he was in high school, right? He had damn near every girl fighting over him.”

“True. Well, how are your parents taking it?”

“They’re still more concerned with Brittany being engaged to an ex-con to really care about Brandon being bi. He told them and they were just like, ‘okay.’ I guess when you have six wild daughters and one tamed son, it doesn’t matter if that son happens to be bi.”

“Six wild daughters? Bianca, you’ve never been wild.”

“So, you don’t remember me sneaking out to meet up with boys in high school?”

“Yeah, but that’s not as bad as getting pregnant at sixteen like your sister Breanna did.”

“It took all of us to keep my mama from beating her ass. Damn, that was a crazy time.”

“I honestly don’t think Brandon being bisexual is that surprising.”

When I said that, she gave me a look and smirked before asking, “What makes you say that?”

“I’m just saying, he’s a good guy and he likes everybody. He’s a good person to be around.”

“Yeah, it’s like he’s from another family.” She giggled and then asked, “So, what are your plans for tonight?”

“Plans? Girl, I’m staying in and watching the countdown on TV.”

“Micah, you’re not coming to Chrissy’s party?”

“Nope. I just don’t feel like it.”

“Ugh, you so boring!” She laughed and playfully hit me. “I guess I’ll just party for the both of us tonight then.” She got a text message from someone and texted them back.

“Who is that?”

“Brandon. He said he’s bored at the recruitment office. I can’t believe they have him down there doing paperwork while the office is closed. It’s New Year’s Eve.”

“The recruitment office? Exactly how long is he going to be in town?”

“Micah, he’s back for good. He’s not doing anymore tours in Afghanistan. He’s about to get an apartment downtown.”

“Wow, I thought he was just visiting for the holidays.”

Bianca Tyler

“Nope, he’s back home and even though he dropped that bombshell on the family last night, I’m glad he’s home.”

As much as I wanted to be honest with her, I couldn’t do it in that moment. How can you tell someone who recently learned her brother is bisexual that you used to be in a secret relationship with him? So, I talked with her for a while and after she left, I got dressed and headed down to the Army recruitment office. I was anxious to see him for the first time in over two years, but I knew once I saw him that I’d be okay. Brandon always had this calming effect on me and I loved being near him.

“Hey soldier,” I said with a smile as I approached his cubicle.

He turned around in his swivel chair and his face lit up when he saw it was me. He smiled big and asked, “How did you get in here?”

Brandon Tyler

“I told the white lady up front that I was family.”

“Damn, look at you.” He stood up and wrapped his arms around me. “You look great, Puppy.”

I laughed when he called me that because that was his little nickname for me. His arm was still around me as I pulled back from the hug and looked into his eyes. I giggled as I told him, “You look great, too.”

“I missed you.”

“I missed you, too.”

“Yeah, sure you did. I know you probably gave some lucky undeserving dude a chance.”

“Hmm, if I didn’t know any better I’d think you were asking me if I’m single.”

“Are you?”

“Yes Brandon, I’m single.”

“I told you before I left that you didn’t have to wait for me.”

“Negro, I didn’t say anything about I waited.” I laughed a little before saying, “I dated and I had a few potential situations, but nothing really worked out. What about you?”

“I had a few hookups but nothing serious at all.” He grabbed my hand and admitted, “To be honest with you, I was hoping I’d come back here and you’d be single so we could restart where we left off.”

“Seriously?”

“Yes. I’m sure my sister told you I came out to the family last night.”

“I was just with her at my house and she told me.”

“Yeah, I finally told them I’m bi. I can’t believe how cool everyone was about it. Then again, I was never as much of a handful as any of my sisters.”

“That’s exactly what Bianca said.”

His telephone rang and he stepped over to it and answered it. After the call ended, he came back over to me and asked, “What are your plans for tonight?”

“I don’t have any. Why?”

“Bianca’s friend Chrissy is having a party and I was hoping I’d run into you there so we could talk, but you’re here now. Are you gonna be at the party?”

“I wasn’t going to go but if you’re gonna be there, I might as well show up.”

“Cool. I got a ton of paperwork to do so I’ll see you there, Puppy.”

I giggled again and asked, “Are you ever gonna stop calling me that?”

“Nope. You’re always gonna be my cute Puppy. I don’t care how old you get. See you tonight.”

“See ya, soldier.” I flashed him one more smile before turning and leaving. I looked back to see him watching me walk away and I got butterflies in my stomach. I couldn’t wait for that night.

“I thought you weren’t coming here tonight?” Bianca asked me as she approached me at Chrissy’s New Year’s Eve party.

“I changed my mind,” I told her. “So, is Brandon here yet?”

“Yeah, he’s…” She stopped and then gave me a look as she asked, “Why are you looking for Brandon?”

“No reason. I just wanted to say hey. It’s been a while since I last saw him.”

“Oh, okay. There’s a lot of people here, right?”

“Yeah. I didn’t think Chrissy would’ve invited this many people. Then again, her parents are in Paris. I wish my parents would take a trip out of the country.”

“Who are you telling?” She laughed and joked, “If I could have my house to myself, I’d throw a party and invite everyone from campus.”

“Speaking of campus, do you think Brandon will enroll at Calhoun now that he’s home for good?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t talked to him about it. Come on, let’s go get some champagne.”

I followed her into the kitchen and we poured ourselves some champagne. I’d just turned twenty-one in November so it was my first time drinking alcohol. Not a second after I drank from my glass, Brandon entered the kitchen with a bottle of Budweiser in his hand. He looked at me and said, “Hey, Micah.”

“Hey. Bianca told me you were here.” I gave him a hug and pretended as if I hadn’t seen him earlier that day.

“I’ll let you two get caught up,” Bianca said to us. “Micah, don’t forget Chrissy paid for a cool firework display in her backyard. I’ll be out there when you’re done talking to Brandon’s nerdy ass.”

“Nerdy?” he asked with a laugh. “I’ma get you for that later.” He watched as she left the kitchen. He then turned his attention on me and asked, “Are you ever gonna tell her about us?”

“It’ll be better if you told her. She is your sister.”

“But you’re her best friend.”

“She might bite my head off.”

“No, she won’t. I don’t think she’ll trip. How about we both tell her?”

“Well, first we need to make sure we’re both on the same page about the present. Are you sure you want to try this again?”

“Baby, I am one hundred percent sure. When you walked into the recruitment office earlier today, my heart stopped. Well, that and my dick got hard.” He laughed before continuing, “Micah, I love you. I’ve loved you for a while now and I should’ve told you this a long time ago. I think I fell in love with you the night I took your virginity but I could never find the right time to tell you.”

I tried to fight the tears but they were building in my eyes regardless. I stared back into his eyes as I told him, “I love you, too.”

He put his arms around me and licked his lips before pressing them to mine. I sat my glass of champagne down and he sat down his bottle of beer so we could feel on each other while we kissed. We were so caught up in the moment that we didn’t notice Bianca until she cleared her throat and asked, “What is going on in here?”

“Oh, sis,” Brandon said as he stepped behind me to hid his erection. “How long were you standing there?”

“Long enough to see you two locking lips. Micah, what’s going on?”

“I did not want you to find out this way,” I began, “but maybe it needs to happen this way. Bianca, Brandon and I were in a relationship for a little while before he enlisted. We put the relationship on pause and now we’re restarting it. I know I should’ve told you a long time ago, but…”

“Does he treat you right?”

“Yes.”

She looked at her brother and asked, “Does Micah make you happy?”

He put his arm around me from behind and replied, “He does. I love him.”

“Well, I’m cool with it. But absolutely no kissing in front of me for a while. It’s weird.”

“Are you really okay with this?” I asked her.

“You’re my best friend, Micah. If you were some random dude then of course I’d have some problems, but I can’t even get mad at you. You two actually look cute together.”

“Wow, I stressed out over this today for nothing,” I said with a laugh.

“It’s almost time for the countdown,” Brandon said. “Come on, let’s go outside.”

The three of us left the kitchen and headed out back where everyone else was. We all did the countdown and when midnight arrived, Brandon and I shared a kiss. That kiss was just as sweet as the first one I shared with him back when I was seventeen. I had no idea what was in store for us in the new year; but I knew we were entering it as a reunited couple, and I was pretty excited about that.

[Disclaimer]: Pictures used do not reflect the sexuality or personality of people in the pictures. They only serve as visual examples of the characters.

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