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minhosimthings · 5 months

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Backstage Notoriety

Synopsis: Chan trying to shush you, as you try not to alert the rest of the boys about what you're doing backstage

Pairings: Bang Chan × Soloist!fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, fingering, overstimulation, Degradation (like only a little), praise, gagging kink, necklace is used as a gag, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), pregnancy joke, angry sex, rough sex

A/N: ITS YO GIRL MONA BACK WITH ANOTHER SMUT YALL WOOOHOOOOO I really like this for some reason I had fun writing it. Also Chan has got me in a chokehold rn I NEED THIS MAN TO BREED ME. And yes this is me procrastinating on my ongoing wip.

Dating a fellow idol was something you never thought you'd do in your entire life but here you were. Staring at your boyfriend dancing with the rest of his kids members and watching all his Stays with bedroom eyes. To say you were jealous was an understatement. A very great understatement, that is.

Being a soloist was a lonely job, with the one exception being that you didn't need to follow a packed schedule like other groups did. You could just sit back after your stage, and stare at everyone's outfits backstage, as you wait for your boyfriend to take you home and fuck you into oblivion. Yet as you watched your boyfriend show off his waist in a crop top your favourite colour, you couldn't help but want him to notice you. Stupid horny teenager coded feelings right?

"Haneul how much time till they finish?" You asked your manager who was packing up your things. She looked over at you and smiled. "Just another minute or so Y/N be patient you'll see him soon enough." She bent down and kissed your head "I'm going home alright? Tell Minho where I went or he'll go crazy. You'll come with Chan or should I tell a car to wait?" You shook your head at her. "I'll come with him don't worry. You should worry about Minho though he's gonna go mental when he finds out you left without him." Haneul let out a laugh and patted your shoulder before quickly walking out the door, leaving you all alone.

The sound of thunderous applause startled you, as you saw your boyfriend quickly walking down the stage, seven kids following him like penguins. The first one to enter the room was your boyfriend, suprisingly not covered in sweat and fashioning a towel round his neck. His face was not without happiness as he caught his eye on you and strode over, making adorable grabby hands.

"Baby!" he hugged you tightly, as you did everything in your power to stay mad at him, "Next time I'll make sure they arrange our shows right after one another. I can't stand not being with you for so long." "hmm" you hummed in response, not reciprocating the hug as you usually did. The rest of the members had entered the room by then and you spotted Minho frantically searching for his phone. "Haneul went home Minho." you cried at him, successfully catching his attention as he looked at you with widened eyes, "Don't worry, she's probably waiting for you."

"Oh alright." Minho said, plopping down onto the sofa, "Thanks for the message." You smiled gently at him, and turned to pick up your phone, when warm arms wrapped around your waist, making you freeze in your spot. The offer to sink into Chan's embrace was a tempting one, one that would effectively ruin your plan. "Did I do something wrong baby?" you heard Chan's voice whisper in your ear, tone akin to one he'd use for a child. You were being childish after all.

"Just tired Chan. I need to get home alright?", you briefly responded, wiggling away from his embrace. "I'll drop you off to the car." Chan responded, wrapping an arm around your waist so tightly that you couldn't protest, "I left something in my dressing room anyway so we can just get that on the way hm?" His tone worried you slightly. It was unlike the lovey-dovey one he usually used with you. Lovey? yes. Dovey? Definitely not.

The silence between you and Chan was too loud as both of you walked to Chan's dressing room, which was relatively near the exit point. His stare remained in front of him, not even a glance at you. You, on the other head, were trapped in his hold on your waist. It was tight. Too tight. The Pain kink comes in handy though right?.

"You really thought ignoring me would do anything baby?" Chan suddenly spoke up, when you reached the door to his dressing room. You shuddered as he pushed you against the door, one hand on the doorknob, the other holding your chin to him. "Chan-" "Nuh uh baby." He glared, "You're gonna pay for this."

Chan bombarded your lips with his and kissed you with every inch of pain in him. You would have melted into the kiss had it not been for Chan opening the doorknob and pushing you in.

"Wearing this cute little outfit and ignoring me." Chan mumbled in between the messy kiss, "Stupid little girl aren't you?" You gasped for air as Chan slid his fingers down your panties. You decided to give your stylist a bag of chocolates the next day, for giving you such an accessible dress.

"Ah Chan!" You shout out as Chan moves his fingers around your pussy, touching you exactly at all the spots he knew you adored. Chan slowly pulled off your underwear and threw it on the floor before pulling you into another kiss, fingers still racing across your cunt. His other hand reached up almost automatically to your hair, gripping it hard. You moaned into the kiss at his touch on your scalp as your hands quickly undid his trousers.

He’s rough. Good god, he’s fucking rough. His cock stretches you open deliciously, slamming into the deepest parts of you. The slick sounds of your dripping arousal fill the room with every violent thrust. You were sure your already short dress was about to get shorter as Chan kept such a firm grip on them, feeling the fabric twisting in between his fingers. With Chan continuing to fuck you, It’s almost impossible to keep yourself quiet at a time like this.

“J-Jesus,” you gasp, “holy fuck, Channie, y-you, fuck, you feel so fucking hot.” Your voice wavers in pitch and volume. Chan maintains a brutal pace, which you could swear he does on purpose. He lets out a gruff chuckle.

"It's Channie now is it baby?" He mocks you, "Fucking you so good you can't even speak can you?"

You let out a loud yelp when you feel his hand give your ass a hard slap. You jerk forward, shuddering on his cock. You can feel his towering frame lean over you, pulling you up by the shoulders, gathering you to his chest. He puts his fingers in your mouth, silencing your cries of lust.

You suck on his fingers, moans bubbling in your throat as Chan pistons his hips. It’s almost embarrassing how much you like the feeling of Chan using you like his personal doll.

“Babe,” Chan slows down. “As much as I love hearing what I do to you…” he gently maneuvers you, flipping you to look into your eyes. His hand tucks a piece of hair the fell onto your face behind your ear. His hand cups your cheek, the sweetness of his actions causes your mind to run wild with what kind of degenerate, devious plans he has in store for you. He reaches over to his neck and slowly unclasped the metal chain decorating it ever so wonderfully. "You're way too loud darling.”

"Open your mouth for me darling." He cooes at you as he shoves the necklace into your mouth. You wince in pain as the cold metal hits your tongue. Chan stares at you with an amused look on his face. "That's my good girl." He praises, giving a sudden thrust, which makes you widen your eyes.

You make a muffled cry for more, your soft and loud moans were music to his ears. He breathed heavily along with you as held onto your hips tightly. Skin smacking echoed in the room and you heard his soft groan which sent you coming. He groans louder as you clench around him.

Thankfully, Chan didn’t argue or get you to beg for his cock any more as he jolted his hips into you. “Always so loud aren't you darling?”, he scolded light-heartedly under his breath.

“Cha- Channie no more,” you plead with the necklace muffling your tone, tossing your head back onto the wall, hips bucking up into his despite your words. Chan growls, pushing you down by your stomach and blanketing your body with his own and pressing your knees almost up to your tits.

“You can take it, my dove, I promise,” the words come out choked, hoarse, but you wither under them nonetheless. The necklace had been laying down on the floor, having been detached from your mouth a long time ago. You can feel his cock pulsing deep inside your walls, seed almost spilling out from your entrance from his last two orgasms. You’re sure he’s overstimulated beyond belief, just like you, but he just can’t seem to stop.

“Wait, don’t cum yet; I’m so close, don’t cum”, you begged , not entirely wanting it to end just yet. Chan gasped, his mouth opening wide as his eyes did the opposite as they clenched shut as he concentrated on fucking you and not having another orgasm.

It doesn’t take long to feel the first flutterings of that eye-wateringly beautiful sensation between your legs as you quickly stammer, “I’m cumming! Fuck!”. Chan’s legs nearly gave out underneath him, hearing your sweet words.

As your pussy contracted in wet bursts around him, Chan released every drop of cum inside of his body, deep into your walls so that you could feel yourself becoming full and it beginning to drip out as it became too much. His thrusts slowed to a stop as you both slumped against the wall, bodies covered in a thin line of sweat.

"You alright honey?" He mumbled into your neck as he holds you tightly in his arms. "I'm good." You simply respond, cradling in Chan's warm muscles. Chan quickly deposits your weak figure on the divan before rushing off to find a towel and a change of clothes.

"I'm sorry Channie." You mumble, feeling your face turn red as Chan puts your shoes back on. He looks up at you with an amused expression and hums. "It's alright darling." He chuckles, "My jealous little baby." You slap his arm playfully as he gets you up slowly and walks you to the door, this time the grip on your waist being a comforting one.

"I wonder if your cum took or not." You blurt out. Chan looks at you with widened eyes before giggling. "You wouldn't really have to get used to being called mom do you? What with your seven adopted kids." "Our seven adopted kids." You correct him as he blushes and kisses you on the forehead.

"Seven kids who are probably wondering what their mom and dad have been doing backstage."

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hearts4youz · 6 months

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The Captains Daughter- Chapter 8

A/N- This week was rough, I procrastinated this a lot. I'm so sorry, it's not the best quality :( I hope you guys like it anyway!! Thank you all so much for the support!!

Word count: 1.4k

Reader pov:

You sat down on your bed, replaying the day's events in your mind. You realized your spine was still rigid and your muscles still taut even hours after returning. You allowed yourself to relax just a little, slipping into bed and under the thin sheets. Exhaustion easing you out of the depressing grip of failure. Finally you closed your eyes.

Beep beep

But not for long enough.

You groaned as you climbed out of bed, feeling all of your joints pop, your fingers were raw from the metal of your gun. The failure of yesterday's mission still plagued you as you unwrapped your bandages to reveal where the knife had cut.

It didn't look too bad, it wasn't infected and had already started to scab over. You swiped an antiseptic wipe over it and slapped a fresh bandage on as you completed the rest of your morning routine.

Breakfast came and went, you took your unofficial assigned seat at the table, but the conversation was different. The group was solemn, it wasn't only you that was still dwelling on the mission. The six of you ate in silence before getting up from the table and heading towards the meeting room one by one.

When the last of you had arrived, Price wasted no time starting the debriefing. You willed yourself to stay awake, fighting the sleep deprived droop of your eyelids as your father explained the mishap.

"A lowly gang-" you yawned.

"Colonel bla bla bla, sent a group of yada yada," You began to tune him out.

"Survivors captured,"

"Should have been an easy in and-"

You felt a sharp pain in your shin, you looked across from you to the source of the kick. You were met with a blank stare from your lieutenant.

"What the fuck?" you mouthed at him.

"Shouldn't be falling asleep during a debriefing, valuable information to be picked up," he tsked.

You rolled your eyes but remained at attention, not wanting to feel the consequences at training later.

The meeting concluded and you left the room alongside Gaz, you were joined by Soap when he entered the hallway. Before you even had a chance to breathe or say a word to your friends, Ghost came up behind you.

"Training room 1400, every minute late is 10 pushups." He walks away before you can respond.

You sigh heavily.

"So how is training with Ghost anyway," Gaz inquires.

"Its- its work," you breathe.

Soap laughs, "He trains you half to death doesn't he?"

You let out a laugh of your own, "Sure feels like it."

"Hey, he just doesn't want to see you hurt, he wants to make you an even better soldier," Soap's demeanor turns suddenly.

You're reminded of the time in line for breakfast less than a week ago. Why is Ghost so weird about you? Why do you care?

"The guy's been through a lot, seen a lot, seen others go through some shit he doesn't want to happen to you," Gaz pipes up.

"But why does he care, why doesn't he show it?" Your getting more and more confused with each word out of their mouths.

"Alright, I know LT better than pretty much anyone, and I know that this man cares deeply about his comrades, but shiiiit- I ain't ever seen this guy act like this," Soap started.

"Act like what?" you said.

"Such a bumbling fool. Normally Ghostie is always down for a good shit talk sesh, mans has ALL the tea, lurking in the shadows has its perks I guess. But about you- well not that I was talking shit but I just wanted to know his opinion and uh- Anyways. He shut me down immediately. I couldn't even ask him his thoughts on you."

"So? he doesn't want to think about me, that's how much he despises me," You countered as you made your way through the corridors.

"Oh no, no, no," said Gaz, remembering something.

"You and Cap went out somewhere, on a run or something, and Soap, Ghost, and I were watching whatever garbage was on the evening channels, and we started talking about you- all good things of course. Butttt- I remember feeling his posture go absolutely rigid at the mention of your name, he went straight to attention, before tellin us to quit yappin," Gaz recalled.

Before you could get a word in, Soap continued, "And if there's one thing to know about Ghost, he keeps his things to himself. If he likes or cares about something, you best bet that it is staying locked down and guarded in his brain. If anyone so much as says anything about a person or thing near and dear to him, their getting shut down immediately."

"Okay, yeah sure, but I don't see how any of this pertains to me, considering how you say he cares about all of his teammates."

"Also, why am I being talked about so much behind my back?" You raise an eyebrow.

"All good things I swear," Gaz chuckles, raising his hands in surrender.

Soap interrupts as you two are laughing. "Because I've never seen him so.. protective"

"I dunno, just the way he reacted yesterday when that man had you on the ground. The way his eyes narrowed and he balled his fists. He completely lost his cool and that's highly unlike him."

You didn't take notice of that, well maybe because you were fighting for your life against a man with a knife to your throat.

"So he thinks I need protection?" You ask.

"I think he wants you to need his protection" Gaz smirked

"What are you implying," you said, fearing the worst.

"Oh you know what we mean," Soap teased.

"Oh cut it out"

"Your blushing," Gaz pointed out.

"Don't think the way you look at him goes unnoticed. Or, the way you stuck by him during the mission," Soap was having a blast teasing you.

"Shut it," you said hiding your smile.

"So you do like him"

"No, not like that. I think he's- interesting, I'd like to get to know him more." You settled for that explanation.

In reality, you'd been thinking of him more than you'd like to admit. Not in a romantic way just yet, but the thought has crossed your mind. It's more of an intrigue, you wondered about him. Wondered about where he called home, who he went home to, if anyone. Maybe once or twice you've entertained the thought of him coming home to you...

Ghost's Pov

I had one hour before I had to train Y/N, so I decided to get a quick lift in, today was a back and chest day. As I grabbed two dumbells to perform the pec-fly exercise I conjured up a plan for Y/N. Today would be a strength training day. She was defenseless against that man yesterday. If she wanted to stand a chance in the field, she would have to get stronger.

In order for her to survive, she would have to get stronger.

In order for her to survive, I would have to train her harder.

A few minutes before our scheduled time, she walks in. Perfect timing, I had just finished my workout.

"Lets start right away," I commanded.

I walked her over to a squat rack, I taught her correct form and put an adequate amount of weight on the bar. She went into the first set of squats, after about three she was already struggling. She finished the first set and stopped to stretch her quivering muscles.

"Too -gasp- heavy -gasp-" she said out of breath.

I rolled my eyes, "You did the first set, you can finish it out."

"Ghost-" she groaned

"Rest's over," was my only response.

She took her place at the rack again, slowly going down and back up. Her thighs trembled, her face scrunched in agony.

"Lower!" I yelled.

Her form went to shit on the next few reps.

"Fix your form."

She barely finished the set, "Ghost, I can't"

"Yes you can, 30 more seconds rest then right back on it!"

The next two hours were the same, Y/N got more exhausted with each exercise, I started to feel sympathetic as I watched her limp to the locker room.

But then the image of her being easily thrown about by that soldier flashed in my mind. I knew I would push her even harder tomorrow.

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burnt-wat3r · 2 years

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TEAM STAN X READER WHO FAILED AN EXAM

(Platonic or romantic, either fit!)

Word Count: 935

TW: None

STAN MARSH

➛ Stan is really good at procrastinating studying, but he always manages to scrape by in class

➛ Passing the course or not, Stans failed a few tests himself and knows how shitty it feels

➛ If you’re absolutely heartbroken, he'll offer to hang out with you after school to keep your mind off it!

➛ He's not exactly the best at comforting you, he tries his best but has no idea what to do

"Oh, you failed? I'm, uh, really sorry about that."

"I can't believe I failed it, I studied so much!" (╥_╥)

"Sorry about that... do you wanna see some pictures I took of Sparky yesterday?"

➛Dog pictures always make people feel better, so you'd be cheered up in no time!

➛ Wants to help you out with assignments, but isn’t the best at it, so he often directs you to Kyle instead

➛ But he'll send you homework answers (if he does it) whenever you need them!

KENNY MCCORMICK

➛ Kennys really smart, he just doesn't study, which results in him not doing the best in class

➛ He doesn’t like school that much in general anyway, and tries to pass through the courses by doing the bare minimum so he can get a job in the future

➛ He's there to assure you that it's just a test and not the end of the world

➛If you are really upset about the exam results, he offers to help get your mind off the mark ;)

➛ By skipping school and hanging out around the town of course!

➛ The two of you would have fun running around the city, you'd completely forget about the test results!

➛Until you go back to school the next day and get in trouble for skipping

"You two are in trouble, mkay! No more skipping, skipping is bad, mkay!"

"Mmph mmmph mphh mhp!"

"That is no excuse Kenny, mkay! You two have detention after school, mkay!"

➛If you mention wanting to pay attention more in class, he'll tap your shoulder and get you back on track whenever you get distracted

➛ Also tries to help you with any homework or studying, but never does any of his own

KYLE BROFLOVSKI

➛Has never failed a test in his life, he's constantly studying or working on an upcoming assignment

➛ He’s a very academic person and cares a lot about his marks

➛ Always curious about others, and wants to know what people got in comparison to him

"What mark did you get?"

"Well uhm, I didn’t do so well..."

He looks over your shoulder, "You got 37%? That’s not bad! I only got a 86%, not my best."

➛ Tells you that even though you failed this one test, your grade should hopefully average out!

➛ Whispers answers to you whenever the teacher would call on you

➛ Reminds you throughout the day of schoolwork and assignments that need to be finished

➛ Would often offer to help tutor you in the class, because it helps him to review as well!

➛ He’s really good at teaching, so you’d learn from your mistakes in no time!

ERIC CARTMAN

➛ Will laugh in your face when you get the exam back

➛ Then looks at his own and realizes he failed himself (ಠ_ಠ)

➛ He'll keep in mind not to copy off you in the future after this, and curses you out for making him fail

➛ Will immediately go over to the teacher to complain about the results

➛ Complains that the test was too hard because the two of you failed

➛ Eric ends up trying to get (his) the two of your tests rounded up

➛ Doesn’t even bother attempting to study, instead pointing out the kids in class that are the best to copy off of

"You see, Tolkien, he's good at math because his family's rich, so it's best to copy-"

"I'm not cheating Eric!"

"Alright, fine! Just use his answers as inspiration for the next test!"

➛ If you both have another upcoming test, he'll create a full-on heist to sneak into the teacher’s class and get the answers

➛ He would either get caught and blame it on you for pressuring him to cheat, or show up at your doorstep with the answer sheet so you could both memorize the answers

LEOPOLD (BUTTERS) STOTCH

➛ He tries his best to get good marks or else he'll get grounded

➛ Butters gets distracted pretty easily, so he would be paying attention in class for one minute, and end up doodling over his homework the next

➛Such a sweetheart about comforting you once you get the results back

"There there," he pats your back, "don't worry about it Lil buddy, there’s always next time! You tried your hardest, that’s what counts" :)

➛ Offers you a comfort hug if you’d like! He really cares about you and wants you to be happy

➛ He stays by your side the whole school day to try and cheer you up

➛ Will take you to go get ice cream after school if you're really bummed out about it (if he's not grounded)

➛ Won’t let you copy off his homework, but offers to help you out with it!

➛ He ends up being moral support while you text Kyle for the answers

➛ The two of you would have ‘study sessions’ together, where you would be studying, and he would be filling in his Hello Kitty Colouring Book

➛ It helps him get out of the house, and for you to stay focused!

A/N: may or may not have written this for comfort cuz I failed my last math exam, I got a redo tomorrow that I haven’t studied for because I wrote this (-.-) imma genius (⌐▨_▨)

ALSO, I’M TERRIFIED SOMEONE WROTE SOMETHING SIMILAR BEFORE ME

#south park x reader #stan marsh x reader #kenny mccormick x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #eric cartman x reader #butters stotch x reader #butters x reader #stan x reader #eric x reader #cartman x reader #kyle x reader #kenny x reader #butters stotch #kenny mccormick #kyle broflovski #eric cartman #stan marsh #sp butters #south park headcanons

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thecameronchronicles · 2 years

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Stay

TW: angst, smut, language.

SUMMARY: The night of your graduation leads to a confession you aren't prepared to hear...

WORD COUNT: 3400

Stay

Having heard congratulations on repetition for the last four hours, you found this specific moment of reprieve to truly be a breath of fresh air. But as your feet swayed in the water set just off of the pier behind The Wreck, where your graduation party had been thrown by your proud parents, there was one person in particular you wanted to see above all others and he wasn't even there. Of course, you were grateful who had been; Sarah, John B, Kie, Pope, and even Rafe who was more interested in torturing the pogues than being there for support for his fellow kook. But that dimpled smile you longed to supply the usual warmth was noticeably absent and so too was a piece of your heart.

"Hey-" Kiara and Sarah made their way on either side of you, offering you a red solo cup as you offered a weak smile.

"You doing alright?" You were asked, tears brimming in your eyes at the thought of JJ's absence. But it wasn't the lack of his presence that stung, but the idea of where else he may be.

Another party...another girl...This is what pulled the tears to the forefront. You managed to hide them behind the rim of your cup and swallow them before your friends had noticed.

"Just tired. Have a lot to do before leaving in the morning..." You explained, the idea of leaving the Outer Banks to prepare your apartment in Massachusetts having been the result of immature procrastination. And yet, it was all too real now. The once juvenile wishes of college were soon a reality as you thought of all the memories and connections that would be left behind-but most importantly, the words you never got to say.

"I still don't understand why you're going so early...I mean...you COULD stay here for the summer at least...right?" Kie asked as Pope and John B now joined at your back, leaning against the railing of the dock.

"The apartments fill up fast and its the only one they have available until next year. Otherwise I'd have to get a car and it's just an expense that isn't doable with tuition and everything-" You confessed, barely a kook by financial status, but more a pogue at heart anyway.

"You should just stay. We have colleges here you know..." John B added as Pope would cast a glare as he shrugged to this scrutiny.

"Just saying if maybe you stuck around a bit that-" John B was now hit by Pope, a swat that was noted by everyone but mentioned by noone.

"Has uh...anybody seen JJ?" You finally asked when the curiosity had become too much for you. In truth, you wanted to yell at him for letting you down, but if he were to emerge behind you, even a second before the party was over, hell, even just before you left, you'd forgive him for all of it.

But with the expressions of shared disappointment in their faces, you came to understand that this wouldn't be the case.

"Last I saw he was going to The Phantom with a six pack and-" Kie nudged Sarah as you were now beginning to pick up on a mutual secret in which you were excluded.

"Okay, what is going on? You are all acting weirder than normal-"

"Excuse you!" Sarah teased as you shrugged.

"Whatever it is, I'm sure it's not that bad. What? Did he drink too much last night and is in some random girl's house sleeping off a hangover?" When nobody answered, you realized you were close enough to the truth for them to not correct you. It was a truth that stung in a way you didn't deserve to feel as JJ was just a friend. And yet, you loved him since you could remember...

"Right. Well...I should probably get back to the party-".

In unison they tried to call you back to finish consoling you as you would finish your feigned smiles and explanations for your future, all while suppressing tears and thinking of the one person you wanted there who was nowhere in sight. Of course, you thought you'd witnessed him in a few guests you didn't know by name due to the blonde hair or side profile wearing dimples. But alas, none were him.

You helped in cleaning up the excess party waste, having been given enough well wishes and congratulations to make your head spin before finally returning home. But you wouldn't make it in the front door without your emotions getting the best of you.

You blamed yourself. You blamed your friends. You blamed everyone. But him. This was because you couldn't. After all, there was no way he could tell what you thought of him after years of banter and coquettish quips never taken too seriously. Even in the glances held a bit too long, deep and shallow conversations filled with laughter and tears, even the drunk and high mishaps in where lips and hands may have teased-you never crossed a line you couldn't joke away. And it was your greatest regret.

All you wanted was to sleep. All you wanted was to sleep so you could leave. But the second you opened your bedroom door, the sight of the boy you'd longed for was now waiting for you. But where you wanted to berate him for his absence, the pain in your heart, and the anger boiling just beneath the surface. You couldn't bring yourself to do anything but stand stilled once noticing the puffiness of his own emotions beneath cheeks still damp from recent tears.

"JJ?"

He looked at you for only a second before pulling his focus back to his hands, awkwardly crossed in front of him.

"What are you doing here?"

"I didn't want to be there..." He confessed as your eyes narrowed at him.

"And you had to come HERE to tell me that? I kind of figured that when you didn't show up..."

He paused before finally rising to his feet. "How long have you been here?" You questioned.

"Since the party started..."

"And you couldn't just pop on over and say hey?"

"I couldn't." He spoke, immediately defensive, as you couldn't hide your glare.

"Enlightening..." You scoffed, too hurt to nurse his own emotions.

"Forget it..." He spoke, moving towards the door before you took hold of his arm. He wasn't going to get to leave with his sporadic behaviors without some sort of explanation. No matter how painful.

"No! Tell me why you are here in my room at nine at night but couldn't spare just two seconds to say goodbye to me-"

"Because I couldn't say goodbye!" He finally charged, the confession hanging in the air for too long to be a mere remark. The weight of it was felt by you both.

"JJ-"

"No..you know what? Screw this. You're gonna head off tomorrow for your future, start school and meet some guy who actually deserves you...but you need to know before you go..."

"Know what?" You asked sheepishly, half disbelieving of his words as they inched closer to those you'd always wanted to hear.

"We all knew Pope was gonna get out of here. That Kie was gonna save the animals one turtle at a time...that John B would be here with me...but YOU...I can't stand the thought of you leaving...all of them...I could...but not you. Because every single one of them have left...everyone but you. You were there everytime I needed someone. Even when I didn't. Even when I fought it. And now you're gonna leave and I-shit! I couldn't ruin your last night here by you seeing what you leaving would do to me...it would...it IS killing me-" He paused, your silence making him instantly regret his confession.

"So go on...tell me to go to hell, tell me you could never be with me...but Jesus, just say SOMETHING!" You paused for a second to consider your words before moving towards the door. His head came to a bow in believing you would kick him out or simply leave without so much as a deep breath.

"It's about time, Maybank." You moved to the tips of your toes, tears falling down your cheeks as you carried your lips to him, well aware he wouldn't initiate in fear of ruining the frail relationship he made brittle by his confession.

"I mean it...I even tried to get into your college but was rejected faster than I could even really apply-Pope even helped me with this essay and-" He began to ramble as you silenced him with another kiss, reservation behind his lips.

"J? I have to leave in about eight hours...And although I want to hear all of those sweet things, I would rather have you just show me..." You were brave in your sexuality, in a way you'd never been before. But then again, you'd never wanted anyone quite like you needed him before. Any prior experiences were lackluster distractions, almost preparation for this moment. And yet, he couldn't bring himself to believe it was happening, but still, he wouldn't waste another moment when your eagerness spoke in place of any distinction.

"J?" You asked as he held you in place for some time, kissing with passion, but keeping his hands on your hips as if this had been a kiss exchanged at a heavily chaperoned dance-unacceptable for the contrast of how you burned for him.

"Hmmm?"

"Is something wrong?"

"No!"

"Then why aren't you touching me?" He scoffed, hands shaking your hips.

"I am..."

"No..." You lowered his hands to your butt as you brought your lips to his ear.

"Why are you holding back?"

"Because I don't want to scare you..." He confessed, eyes closed once feeling your teeth tease the lobe of his ear, "The things I want to do to you...I don't want to be gentle but you deserve-"

"I want you to touch me, JJ...I want you to kiss me...I want you to...fuck me." He swallowed hard to your words, certain he was hallucinating them as he'd waited so long and you were so bold in comparison to your usual reservation to all things sexual.

He would now take your face between his hands, holding you until your forehead rested on his, walking you towards the bed as he spoke; "Promise me if It’s too much that you'll stop me...no matter if It's two seconds from now or when I'm inside of you-" Your eyes glazed over with the fire borne from this thought. The imagery of that moment coming to you in an erotic flash as you nodded.

"I mean it-"

"I promise..." This validation was all he needed to pounce. Your back collided to the bed before you'd even realized you were no longer vertical to gravity. Instead, you were tangled within him, no further reservation as he assaulted your mouth with every ounce of desire he could muster, seemingly stealing your breath in the process.

"You're so fucking beautiful...It always killed me that I couldn't say it...or touch you..." His lips fell to your neck, a soft reprieve to the animalistic fervor just seconds prior.

"Well, you can now..."

"Oh, I intend to, sweetheart." He spoke with mischief, eyes illuminated with humor and contentment.

His lips continued beyond your neck, kissing the exposed curve of each breast while his hands rode the lines of your hips, allowed by your skirt.

"I just want to make you feel good...Give you a reason to come back..."

"JJ-" You meant to ease his insecurities, but became silenced by his lips pressed intentionally to quiet you.

"I want you to think about me anytime another guy does as much as looks at you...I want you to feel me inside of you and remember how I can make you feel." You felt his hands continue to explore your skin before coming to your panties, searching for your clit over your lacy underwear.

"God-you're so wet...making it so easy for me, aren't you?" You nodded as he grinned, his fingers pulling circles over your throbbing bundle of nerves as you began to rock into him.

"Feels so good..." You groaned, a smile from his face being the last vision before your eyes rolled closed to the tease of his finger penetrating your entrance.

"So tight...Shit, baby..."

"JJ! Please don't stop!"

"Wasn't planning on it, cupcake..." He spoke almost as more or a tease before lowering between your legs, small kisses on your thighs before taking over for the retraction of his fingers. Sucking on your clit, flickers of his tongue forcing your hips to mirror each time he made contact, he would keep you still by the draped arm set across your lips.

"Relax baby...Let me take care of you..." You nodded, the pleasure of his mouth having banished all sense of worry from your mind. You trusted him. And he reveled in this.

"Mmm..." He moaned into you, your body accepting his vibrations with enthusiasm as he smirked against you.

"You want me to make you cum this way?" You nodded to his question as he grinned again, this time returning to you with devout focus. Pulling either of your legs over each shoulder, he yanked you to the very edge of the bed before committing to you with vigor. The sounds, too erotic, were only intensified further by his moans and groans of approval.

"Oh God...JJ! Please don't stop-Please!" He bit down playfully on your clit, two fingers pumping into you at an ungodly pace as he was otherwise silent beneath you.

"I'm...fuck, I'm gonna cum! You're gonna make me cum..." He nodded, the first wave of pleasure making you tremble against him as your grip within his hair left his already effortlessly loose locks in further disarray as he continued his motions until he was certain you'd met the extent of your high.

Cleaning up your release with his tongue, your body convulsing as he purposely teased what was now sensitive, he rose with the most victorious smile, as your eyes were darkened in lust against him.

"Even better than I imagined..." He explained with a tease as you pulled him by his arms, your hand now taking hold of his erection. His shaft greeted by your grasp, precum used to lubricate him, as he moaned against you.

"Baby-" He warned.

"I want to...I need to make you feel good, too JJ...please let me..." He nodded, remaining set on one knee as the other remained at a rest between your thighs. He rested into your neck as you continued to pleasure him, squeezing and twisting in perfect yet precise corkscrew motions as he cursed into your skin.

"Fuck!" He grunted finally before your second hand worked the edges of his pants until he was almost completely naked, enough of his body revealed to feel the majority of it against you as he pulled your hand away from him.

"I've wanted this for so long..."

"Me too, J-" He scoffed, the words sweetened when verified by you.

"You're sure? Because once I start...there's no going back-"

"I don't ever want to go back..." He agrees with the pull of a grimace on the corner of his lips as he moved back down to kiss you, this time, using his cock on the folds of your dripping yet sensitive pussy.

"I'm gonna go slow at first..." You nodded as you watched him slide the tip of his cock into you, the sight too sexual to keep a focus. Instead, you threw your head back as he moved in painfully slow proximity to your center, stretching you beyond anyone who tried prior, until feeling him bottom out and still.

"Doing alright?"

"Please JJ-move- '' He grunted before nodding, obliging in eagerness as the most sinful of moans left his lips.

"Shit, princess...You're so fucking tight...I...mmm..." Your fingers in his hips kept him against you by your command until you began the motions in which he followed.

"Harder, J-" Once again, he obeyed.

"I want you to cum...I want to make you cum..."

"Oh God, you're killing me..."

"I want to take you with me, JJ!"

"Then take me...ALL OF ME!" He was harsh in his thrusts, your mouth hanging open when feeling him extend his entire impressive cock into you, hitting every nerve as you moaned beneath him.

"Fuck sweetheart-I want you to ride me...I wanna watch you cum..." You agreed, the cruel withdrawal of this shaft quickly mended once repositioned. You hesitated prior to returning to this penetration however, as you lowered enough to take him into your mouth, making quick work of the pleasure he'd offer you.

"Oh shit! You're-you're so fucking good!" He groaned behind clenched teeth as you bobbed faster as his hand wrapped your loose hair within his fingers. Only a few more pumps of his cock forcing tears from your eyes before he pulled you upwards, firmly but not enough to cause pain, while still remaining dominant.

"Ride me until you cum baby girl...I wanna watch you fall apart over my cock..." You grinned, pulling your dress completely off of your body as his hands were gluttonous over you. Hips, breasts, ass-everything he could feel before feeling the reconnect you offered by collecting his thick dick and presenting it to you for safekeeping.

You began to rock and bob, testing which he preferred until he began to direct your hips with sharp nails eating into your skin.

"So good...so fuckin' good...made for me..." You nodded, hands presented softly against his chest as you took control of him, speed and depth supplied and slowed by you. When his eyes crept open to witness the vixen you'd become when continuing these motions, he was spent, eyes committing to a role to the once sweet tempered girl now defying gravity all to please him by riding his cock.

"You're too damn good...I'm not gonna last-"

"Cum for me, JJ-"

"Not without you." He suddenly rose against you, lips at an attack to your breast while he continued to loft and slam you onto you.

"Cum with me-" He reiterated, breathlessly and in a near whimper, as his thumb came to your clit.

"I love making you moan, its the sexiest thing I've ever heard..." You threw your head back, his lips now exchanged between your neck and your chest as you became a vice around his cock.

"Gonna cum for me again, sweetheart?"

"Ye-yes JJ...I'm...so...cl-close!" You struggled to speak, maintaining your ride over him in the process.

"Me too baby...You're squeezing me so tight...oh fuck-" He rolled up into you, sharp thrusts and pull of ymthe back of your neck locking you in place acting as permission for your body to release once more against him.

"Cum...please baby...cum for me..."

"JJ!" In the same way you pleaded his name, he had echoed yours, the ribbons of his release now within you in commitment of his desire for you.

"Shit..." He spoke with exhaustion, falling exhausted at your side.

"Yeah..."

"Why in the hell didn't we do that before?" He teased as you gave him an "Are you serious" expression. He smirked before pulling you against his chest, a soft kiss to your forehead validating hie this was mkre rhan sex. It was compassion, friendship blossomed into desire. But as the warmth of his embrace was appreciated, he would then threaten this as he moved to collect his clothes.

"Where are you going?" You whined behind a smirk.

"You need to get some sleep..."

"But..." You now moved to your knees, matching his height due to the bed.

"We still have a few hours...And...I want to feel you in every way you're willing to have me." His brow cocked.

"Really?" You nodded.

"We have a lot of time to make up for, JJ..." He pulled you in for a kiss, dominant grip within your hair.

"Then get on all fours, baby...I'm not going easy on you this time..."

The pounding of his body raging within you was understandable and yet still an understatement for the desire he felt for you. Bringing you both to another set of orgasms in which you were both left shaking, you found peace in each others arms once again, exhausted to the point of borderline narcolepsy.

"Stay..." You whispered in his attempt to withdraw from you.

"Always…” He agreed, drifting off to sleep at your back, giving you one hell of a graduation present in the form of his confession...

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Excerpt from my urban fantasy epic, "Zenith", because I'm writing this one 'reveal' scene and it's so difficult I HAVE BEEN WORKING ON IT FOR A WEEK AND I'M TIRED OF IT. Anyway, Zenith act 2 spoilers below the cut <3

Christ, the world was going insane.

It has always been insane, sir. You just never saw the truth.

Maybe Cuán was the one going insane. Hearing the voice of a dead man in his head, seeing all those- those mirrors that Danny said he wasn’t supposed to.

It was obvious something was going on. Something he didn’t understand, something he wasn’t privy to like the rest of his so-called ‘friends’ were. But he’d been drawn into whatever fantasies they claimed by murdering Jedidiah Shaffer in that casino. Cuán had thrown himself into the shit without a shovel to dig himself back out. And he had to live with that, consequences be damned.

So what? He was surrounded by alleged beings of… inhuman nature, most likely powerful. He didn’t doubt that any of the three in the room with him could kill him if they really wanted. Did they want to? No. They would have done it by now.

None of them were the kind to procrastinate.

“Cuán?” That was Afshani; dear, sweet Sammy. Cuán raised his gaze from the bohemian patterned rug thrown across the floor. “Are you alright?”

“Not really.”

Tommy huffed out a stiff laugh, strong arms folded over his chest. Tommy… should Cuán even still call him that? Or was he supposed to address the God as such?

“You said you’d already had experience with True World folk, Cuán. We didn’t mean to overwhelm you,” Sam said gently. The softness of their voice was like a cleansing lotion to the turmoil in his heart.

Susie frowned, studying Cuán indiscreetly: “You’ve seen others?”

The man nodded, slowly, and her mouth fell open.

“Other than me?”

“He said he’d seen a grindylow,” Sam said quietly, and Tommy raised an eyebrow. “And – Cuán, forgive me if I’m wrong in saying so… but you mentioned a banshee.”

“Aye.”

“You’re kidding,” Susie breathed out, sitting forward on the sofa. Her nails clawed at the plush fabric of the arm like, well… like claws. “Cuán, please tell me you’re joking.”

“Ain’t the type of thing I’d deem funny, Shiori,” he said stiffly.

“You’re done for, Dunleavy,” Tommy supplied unhelpfully. His words were contrite and filled with the same mirth he always spoke with, but the god’s face was a display of uncertainty that Cuán had never seen embedded in the strong lines of his jaw, in the set of his brow. He looked nervous.

“Don’t say that, Vulturnus,” Sam snapped, losing their collective mind for a moment as they examined Cuán with honey-flecked eyes.

“We can figure this out,” Susie said quietly. “People have outrun their fates before.”

“He knows nothing of the true world, Su. And he’s gonna have Reapers after him – “

Shiori bristled, leaping to her feet. “Who said anything about Reapers being involved?”

Tommy sneered: “The hospital think he’s an illegal. He didn’t have a licence.”

“He doesn’t need one! He’s a human!” The woman’s loud voice rang out, and Cuán pressed a hand to his temple as Shaffer sat in the forefront of his mind, content to watch and not say anything. His black amusement crept like a plague into Cuán’s own sensibilities.

“They don’t know that.”

Susie inhaled sharply, her jaw clenching, and she rounded on Cuán with fiery eyes. “You can’t just make anything easy for us, can you?”

“Hey, lady. You tell me first what a ‘reaper’ is and maybe I’ll get to workin’ on my teamwork skills,” Cuán growled back, green eyes narrowed in frustration. “You all sit here, playing human and pretending to care. But you’re so far removed from what it’s like to know nothing. So stop talking like I’m supposed to have a clue what’s goin’ on, and explain.”

Shiori stared at him, her dark eyes heated, knuckles white and clenched at her sides. Sam just watched him with a forlorn expression. Out of all of them, remarkably, it was Brown who looked the least concerned… and that, in and of itself, concerned Cuán.

Do not concern yourself with their fear. You are more than that. You are better.

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Do I Know You? - Steve Harrington X Female Reader

Title: Do I Know You?

Steve Harrington X Female Reader

Additional Character: Robin, Dustin, Beth (OC), Laura (OC), Mary (OC), and Steve's parents (Mentioned)

| Part 2 |

WC: 1,706

Warnings: Awkward, nervousness, anxiety, a lot of feelings, slight angst, and fluff

"Dude, why are you staring at that girl?" Dustin asked to eat ice cream as he leaned against the Scoops Ahoy counter.

Steve jumped slightly, knocking himself out of his daydream. "What?"

Glancing at you sitting with your friends in the mall before looking at Dustin. "I was just looking."

Dustin rolled his eyes and shook his head before taking another bite of his own ice cream. "It's weird, dude. No wonder you can never get a girlfriend." He laughed. "You're too weird and nervous."

Steve snorted. "Well, maybe I am... But, I know her. We were in the same class in middle school."

Dustin scoffed. "And you think you have a chance with her?"

Steve shrugged. "Yeah."

"Well, you are certainly positive about this..." Dustin said as he finished off his ice cream.

"Hey, doofus. Less talking, more scooping!" Robin called out from the breakroom and Steve sighed.

"There isn't even anyone to scoop for." He replied.

Robin glanced up from her paper and then chuckled. "You should try to ask someone else though. You can't expect every woman to go out with you because she knows you." She then shrugged, "Besides, either way, you are going to add another tally to the board."

"No, no I'm not. I don't care about that," Steve insisted.

Robin looked at him curiously. "What's so special about this girl anyway?" She asked, and Steve sighed, turning to look back at you, seeing you laugh at someone one of your friends had said.

"She was an old crush of mine. She was pretty funny, and had a cute laugh. And so smart, she passed all the tests that we ever took. She moved away after our last year of middle school." He explained.

Robin raised an eyebrow, "So, it was a long time ago."

Steve nodded, "Yeah. I haven't seen her since then. She came back, though. That must be a good sign." Steve sighed, resting his hand on his cheek, "She is so pretty."

Robin smiled warmly, "Maybe she'll say yes? You could always try."

Steve's heart beat faster at the thought of asking you out, "Maybe I should?"

Robin laughed, "You don't seem so sure about it."

He shook his head. "Not really."

Robin hummed before getting an idea. "How about this? I'll take over your shift and you go over and ask her out?"

Steve turned to look at Robin, eyes wide. "No, I can't do that! Do you see what I'm wearing?"

Robin rolled her eyes. "You're being ridiculous, but alright. Procrastinate then."

Steve turned away and sighed, nervously fiddling with his Scoops shirt. If you are still at the mall after his shift, he'd ask you.

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"Hey, Y/N? There's some guy coming over to us?" One of your friends spoke up, and you furrowed your eyebrows.

Turning, you watched as a guy your age walked over to you and your group. He was wearing a black polo shirt and jeans. He looked nervous, raking his hand through his hair.

One of your friends, Beth, gasped, whispering to Luara something before giggling.

"Um... Hi." You stood, feeling awkward and unsure of how to respond to him.

The young man nodded quickly, "Hi. Umm. I was wondering if you want to go out or something sometime?"

You blinked, "Oh." You laughed awkwardly. "Umm... Do I know you?" You asked, and Steve's nervous smile dropped.

"I'm Steve... Steve Harrington." The young man stammered, hoping his name would help you remember. "We were in the same class in middle school? Umm, you moved before high school started though."

You felt your face warm, "Oh... I'm sorry... I don't remember you."

Steve frowned, "That's okay. I just thought maybe we could hang out or something."

Your cheeks flushed redder by the second. "Sorry," You mumbled.

Steve sighed, biting his lip, "It's okay, really. I'm sorry I bothered you. I... Um... I'm going to go now..." Steve spoke, before quickly walking off.

You blinked, watching the boy walk away. "Did I hurt his feelings?"

Beth giggled, "I can't believe you said no!"

Laura smirked, "He wasn't expecting you to say no."

"I'm with Beth on this one. How could you say no to Steve 'The Hair' Harrington?" Mary asked, with raised eyebrows.

"Why didn't you introduce me?" You whispered softly.

Mary shrugged, "I don't know. Seemed like he knew you."

"I mean... Let's say he was telling the truth... You don't remember him?" Laura suggested, and you nodded slowly.

"He doesn't seem familiar at all." You agreed, sighing.

"Are you sure? Once you meet or even see Steve, it's hard to forget him." Laura asked, and you nodded. "Well, it seems like he likes you regardless."

You smiled, "Yeah... Maybe..."

Beth grabbed your arm, "Y/N! We're going to get our ice creams now. Come on!"

You followed your friends into the Scoops Ahoy and ordered your ice cream from the nice scooper named Robin.

As your friends chatted and ate their ice cream, you ate yours silently as you tried to remember who Steve was.

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A couple of days later, you have almost completely forgotten about Steve, and headed to the mall on your own just for some 'me time.' Before going to GAP, you took a small detour to Scoops for some ice cream. As you walked into the ice cream shop, no one was at the counter, so you gently rang the bell twice. Checking your watch, you heard someone enter and looked up, freezing as your eyes widened.

Steve's eyes were also wide before he cleared his throat and walked over behind the counter. His mind was racing as his heart pounded in his chest. After he spoke with you a couple of days before, he just wanted a hole to open up and swallow him whole. Somehow, Robin found out about it too, and added another mark to the 'you suck' part of the board.

"Welcome to Scoops Ahoy. What... What can I get you?" Steve asked, his voice a little shaky.

You bit your lip, "Um... I'll have the U.S.S Butterscotch." You answered, smiling at the man.

His cheeks went red, "Right away." He picked up the cup and scooped the ice cream into it before placing it in front of you. "Enjoy."

You handed Steve money for the ice cream but he shook his head.

"It's on the house. For ya know... Embarrassing you in front of your friends." Steve answered, adjusting the color of his shirt.

You narrowed your eyes slightly, "You didn't embarrass me. Just confused me really."

Steve's eyes softened, "I'm sorry about that. I thought you knew who I was." He said quietly, looking down. "My bad."

"Don't worry about it." You smiled, handing him the change for the ice cream. "And take the money, please. Like an apology for not remembering you."

Steve grinned slightly, "...Sure thing." He hesitated but took the cash and put it in the cash register.

You bit the inside of your cheek, nervously, observing the young man before you. He was handsome, you'd give him that. He was tall and had wavy brown hair. Your mind was blaring a red warning for how cute he was. Your face flushed slightly.

"Um... Steve." You spoke up, gaining his attention, "I was wondering if that hanging out offer was still on the table?" You asked, watching as Steve's eyes went wide once more.

He swallowed thickly before nodding slowly, "Of course. Umm... I mean, yeah. Yeah, it is."

You giggled lightly, "Cool. Well, um... I was thinking maybe we could hang out sometime, maybe it will help me remember?" You suggested, biting your lip.

"Okay." Steve said quickly, "When do you want to hang out?"

"Anytime." You said simply.

Steve raised an eyebrow, "Really?"

You nodded, "Yes. Really. Just, please don't make fun of my poor memory." You laughed, before continuing. "Do you have a pen?" You asked.

Steve blinked, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his own pen before giving it to you. You took the pen, taking his hand in yours and writing your number on the inside of his wrist. Steve sucked in a breath, watching as you wrote down your number. His skin burned underneath your touch, his heart beating fast and hard.

You finally pulled back, handing Steve his pen back. "Well, I guess this is where I say goodbye." You smiled, "Call me. Thanks again for the ice cream."

Steve nodded, swallowing thickly, "Sure." He said, taking the pen back and putting it in his pocket.

You nodded before taking your ice cream and leaving the shop, going back on with your day at the mall, your face warm and red.

Steve let out a huge breath that he didn't know he was holding. He then lifted his hand, staring at your number before blushing. He turned to the breakroom, feeling a smile grow on his face with excitement. Slamming open the break room door, he startled Robin who was reading.

"Guess who just got her number?" Steve announced loudly, grinning widely.

Robin raised an eyebrow, "Who?"

Steve flushed a deep scarlet and pointed at himself, "Me!"

Robin rolled her eyes and chuckled, "Well, good for you... If only I could get a girl's number." She replied, setting her book down. "Who's this girl again?"

"Y/N! From middle school. The one who didn't remember me." Steve explained, smiling brightly.

Robin smirked, "And how did you manage that?" She asked, and Steve frowned.

"I didn't do anything? She just asked if we could hang out so she could remember me..." Steve said, looking away.

Robin laughed, "So? What are you waiting for? Go call her and ask her out already."

Steve sighed, "But... I don't know what to say."

Robin smirked, "Just ask her out. Take her to that diner or invite her to dinner at your house. Your parents are gone, right?"

Steve nodded, "Yeah. They're both working tonight."

Robin smiled, "Good. Now go. I'm feeling generous right now. I'll finish your shift."

Steve nodded, "Thanks Robin! You are the best!" He spoke before grabbing his stuff from his locker, smiling.

Robin picked her book back up and continued reading, "I know."

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xxlady-lunaxx · 4 months

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Christmas with the Uppermoons 🌲 (Chaos with the Uppermoons)

Theme: SILLYNESS

Note: MERRY CHRISTMAS OR WHATEVER YOU CELEBRATE IN DECEMBER (or like happy random normal day of the week if nothing-)!!! Also... Naki (me not nakime-) has a plot?!?!1?!1?! /j (I don't exactly do lmao-)

It seems whenever I write one for a holiday or smth I never have plot ideas.... it's just random gay chaos 😭

Anyways, here's the ships!: DouKaza, NakiDaki, KokuZan, KaiGyu (we'll pretend they're both alive at the same time), Gyokko x the christmas lights, Hantengu x ...air?? (idk I never write either of Gyokko or Hantengu LMAO.....)

Ages brought closer together for KaiGyu and NakiDaki for obv reasons

Alright, let's see if I can finish this before the day of christmas <33

Started: November 6th

Finished: (with a lot of procrastination) Dec. 24 (help)

Every year, on December 25th, the Uppermoons had a Christmas party. Which was ironic because, of all people, Muzan was the one that made them do it. Yes, Muzan.

For some reason that none of the Uppermoons knew, Muzan had taken a liking into this human, Christian (i'm not even christian but i do christmas bc yes..) holiday and.. made his demons celebrate it.

So now, like the past 500 years, they were readying for the holiday once again.

This was the one day that they never went out on missions to kill. And the one day the Demon Slayers had a break.

All of the Uppermoon's food would be stored up from a week before till now simply so they didn't need to go out and get their food on Christmas. This was, again, Muzan's idea.

Now this year was different, somehow. Different because, well, Muzan had a boyfriend. And he'd been rather keen on being a good one back, given that none of his relationships had been... successful. So, he had bought... a large amount of the most random gifts ever just to please Kokushibo (and if it wasn't obvious, Kokushibo is his boyfriend).

And Muzan was attempting to be the matchmaker for his Uppermoons because they were so fucking oblivious!! (Like he wasn't as well.. It took him so long to realize Kokushibo liked him back and he could literally read his mind).

Muzan was pissed, though. Because a certain Uppermoon was trying to be the one to make all of the decorations and that certain Uppermoon was excedingly annoying.

Gyokko, pleading, was showing Muzan a box full of vases which were supposedly his art and that he should be the one to make the decoration for the tree.

"No!!" Muzan had shouted, and quite literally kicked the box of vases across the Infinity Fortress, breaking them to pieces.

Gyokko cried for hours after that, and only because Kokushibo soothed him did Muzan stop himself from killing Upper 5.

Later, Muzan called an Uppermoon meeting and..

"Gyokko," he said.

The Uppermoon, still in tears, looked up. "What?"

"You must dress up as the grinch and then stay in the corner of the room all of Christmas and.. cry. Okay?" Muzan decided, crossing his arms.

"What?!" Gyokko cried, "why??"

"Because I hate you!"

"I..."

Daki covered her mouth, trying not to laugh, and said, her words muffled by her hand, "I can get him a costume."

"Perfect," Muzan said. "Alright, now I hope all of you have been buying things for each other—if you got anything for Gyokko give it to him the day after Christmas because the Grinch doesn't deserve anything. Okay? We have only a few days to decorate the Infinity Castle so I hope you all know what to do!!"

They all nodded simutaneously, Gyokko sniffing indignantly as he did.

"Right. Now hurry up. Kokushibo, meet me in my office in a minute." Muzan turned and left, leaving the Uppermoons to prepare—and Gyokko to suffer in silence.

(Ehm. You might know by now that I don't particularily favor Gyokko 😇)

×××

"Kokushibo. I need your help," Muzan said, his voice lowering on the word 'help.' He'd never asked for help before in his whole life—honestly.

Kokushibo cocked his head. "Do you, now? What for?" he asked curiously.

"The Uppermoons are so stupid!—Not you, of course," Muzan quickly corrected.

"Hm. Why so?" the six-eyed demon asked.

"Because Akaza like Douma but he pretends he hates Douma and Douma—the stupid motherfucker—likes Akaza but thinks it's just that Akaza smells nice so he likes to be with him more, Daki likes Nakime but is too afraid to say anything, Nakime likes Daki but had bad experiences with past relationships so doesn't want to say anything, Kaigaku likes Gyutaro and knows which Uppermoon likes which and is rather loud-mouthed and a gossip but he never can tell Gyutaro how he feels, Gyutaro likes Kaigaku but doesn't know how to do relationships, Gyokko is, for some weird reason, madly in love with art, and Hantengu is scared of everything including air," Muzan said in one breath, sighing at the end. "So you see, they're stupid. And I'm trying to get the Uppermoons together—in relationships, but not Gyokko and Hantengu for obvious reasons—and I've not been able to!!"

"Ehm.." Kokushibo stared at him for a minute, trying to process everything. Then he said, hesitantly, "I guess I could help? I'm no expert in this place but I can try.."

"Thank you!" Muzan said, relieved. "It was starting to get annoying trying to read their minds to see what they thought of my announcement and finding them only longing to be kissing some other Uppermoon. It's irritating."

"Right..."

The demon king put a hand on his desk and leaned on it, looking Kokushibo up and down. "So, why don't we go do something together now that we're by ourself? A little freedom before we have to put ourselves to dealing with the Uppermoons?" he suggested, grinning.

Kokushibo laughed. "Alright, then."

×××

And hence began the matchmaking service of Muzan Kibutsuji. Oh, and Kokushibo of course.

First patients, were Uppermoon's 2 and 3. Or, the lemon and the strawberry as Muzan and Kokushibo called them when there weren't alone.

Muzan proposed that they would first try to get Akaza to admit his feelings because... because Akaza was really stubborn. Well, so was Douma but they eventually agreed that Akaza would take a bit more convincing since Douma usually ended up agreeing pretty easily since he had no sort of handle on his own emotions.

Muzan told Nakime to teleport both of the Uppermoons to one room in which they couldn't escape, then he would care for the rest.

After that, Muzan watched the two through Nakime's eye, seeing them confused at first.

"Hi," he said unceremoniously, his voice echoing into the room they'd been teleported to.

Akaza and Douma looked up simultaneously.

"Master?" Akaza asked, confused.

Muzan nodded then realized they couldn't see him. "Ah, right. You two must confess until you both understand. And then I'll let you out," he explained.

"Oh," Akaza said. His mind raced. Could it be that Muzan knew who he loved..?

Douma stared down at the ground and his hands fidgeted. "I...I confess that once, when all my cult members went to a festival, I was tired and hungry. And I... didn't want to go look for humans to eat... so I ate a chicken."

Akaza raised an eyebrow. "You what?"

"Ate a chicken..."

The shorter of the two bit back laughter and Muzan's voice rang around them. "You idiot! That's not what I meant when I said 'confess.'"

"It wasn't?" the blond asked, confused.

"No, you dumbass," Muzan said, exasperated. Why'd he chosen this person to be in the Upper ranks again? "Akaza, you go first."

Akaza's laughed stopped almost immediately and he averted his eyes, turning away from Douma.

Completely clueless, the rainbow-eyed demon tilted his head in confusion. "Are you okay, Akaza-dono?"

"Shut up," Akaza snapped, crossing his arms and glaring at the floor.

"Akaza," Muzan said sternly, as if scolding a little child. "Tell him."

Akaza looked away and was silent for a moment before—"Fine." He turned back to Douma, his eyes narrowed. He looked very stern. Serious.

Douma swallowed, fearing the worst.

But then Akaza said, "I fucking like you."

And then the world melted away and Douma was blinking and staring up at Akaza with his eyes wide. "You do?"

"Bitch, didn't I just say that?"

"You aren't lying?" Douma asked hopefully.

"If I were lying Master would kill me!!!" Akaza snapped, getting irritated.

"I probably would," Muzan agreed.

Kokushibo, who was standing next to Muzan and being given the ability to see and hear everything that was happening, stifled a laugh. Muzan rolled his eyes at his boyfriend and shushed him before turning back to the two Uppermoons.

"Now, Douma, what do you want to say about what Akaza told you," he said, as if a parent trying to get his child to understand.

Douma thought for a moment—actually thought—and then said, "Thank you?"

Akaza sighed. "Why do I like you again?"

Muzan was having similar thoughts and, deciding that Douma was very much like a child, said, "Listen, if you don't figure it out I'm going to have you be punished!"

Douma pouted. "Okay..." He turned to Akaza. "So, do you know what I'm supposed to say?"

"You're supposed to say about how you feel of what I said," Akaza said, cringing at his own words. He didn't really want to know.

"Hmm..." The blond demon appeared to be deep in thought as he started pacing around the room. Then he stopped, quite suddenly, and said, "Akaza-dono!"

"What?" Akaza said, his tone bored now.

"I like you too!" he said decidedly, making Akaza's eyes widen.

Definitely unexpected.

"What?" he repeated, though more intrigued now.

"I like you too, Akaza-dono! You said you like me, and I like you too," Douma explained.

"Like... like-like, or just like?" Akaza asked slowly.

"Wut." Douma blinked. (I wrote duoma-)

"Like-like or friend-like?" Akaza tried.

"What's like-like?"

"Like... love? Sorta? Or, like, more than friendship?" he said, confusing himself.

"Uhm... Like-like!" Douma exclaimed, poising his hands on his hips triumphantly for figuring it out.

"Oh."

A silence quite deafening spread through the room, making Douma fidget uncomfortably.

"Is that bad?" Douma asked after another moment.

"No, no it's not," Muzan said, answering for Akaza. "Now you two can go off and fuck now I don't care. Nakime?"

The biwa demon complied, strumming her instrument and teleporting the two Uppermoons to Douma's cult room.

×××

"Two down, four to go!" Muzan said, apparently very proud of himself.

Kokushibo agreed, sitting down on the chair in front of Muzan's desk. "Now what?" he asked.

Muzan hesitated and his previous triumph seemed to simmer down. "I... don't really know."

His boyfriend laughed, making him snap his head up indignantly. "Hey!! It's not like you're giving me any ideas," he protested.

"Okay, okay, fine," Kokushibo said, sighing. "Do we have a sort of deadline?"

Muzan tapped his chin. "Christmas?"

"But that's in, like, 3 days..." he whined.

"Yeah and we only have two more 'couples' to go through," Muzan said. "We just need some plan. What do Daki and Nakime like?"

Kokushibo shrugged. "Shopping? At least Daki does. Oh! We could tell them to go shopping for the gifts and then we'll make sure they grow closer through that?" he suggested.

"Yes! We can set them up to go to one of the stores that I pretend to be human in as a worker," Muzan decided. "I'll ask them if they're dating or something."

Kokushibo nodded. "Alright. And Gyutaro and Kaigaku...?"

"Ughh, I don't know," Muzan whined. "We'll think of that tomorrow."

He stood and clapped his hands, projecting his voice to make sure Nakime would hear him now. "Nakime! You and Daki must go shop for presents now. Understood?"

Nakime, confused, said, "Yes, Master."

There was the sound of the biwa echoing around them then Kokushibo and Muzan found themselves on a street. Muzan grinned, "Alright, you go think of something for Kaigaku and Gyutaro or whatever, I'll go do my shift now."

"Fun," Kokushibo sighed, walking off.

×××

Nakime walked silently beside Daki, wondering why the hell she had to do this. Like, it wasn't completely out of the blue since Christmas was coming up, but it really was random. Especially since he'd said for her to go. Daki would be more reasonable but Nakime usually just put up the decorations.

Why this this year?

Or maybe it had something to do with the fact that Muzan had been trying to get Douma and Akaza together...?

She sighed, raking her hand through her hair which was pulled up in a ponytail, her eyes disguised as human ones—two human ones. Distorting but she couldn't cause confusion.

"You alright?" Daki asked, turning to her as they walked, their feet marking footprints in the snow.

"Mhm, just wondering why I have to go," Nakime grumbled.

Daki laughed. "You'll live. Or are you cold? I can hug you," she said, grinning. She was wearing clothes more appropriate for winter—Gyutaro had insisted—and she looked absolutely... adorable in them.

The biwa demon shook her head as they approached the first shop. "We can't walk like that," she remarked.

"You can carry meee!!!" Daki teased.

"How are you to help me shop then?" Nakime pointed out, stepping through the door.

"Finee..."

They looked around, finding themselves in a clothing store.

"Hmm, I should buy that grinch costume for Gyokko now," Daki said, looking around. "I'll meet you at the front, no? We can meet up when we're done so we can pay and go on, alright?"

Nakime nodded and the two split up, going each their own way.

×××

Muzan waited, drumming his fingers mindlessly on the counter. It took a while and he was starting to regret having decided to take on this job as he knew Daki took a long time to shop, but then they finally walked up to him and he stood up, making sure he kept down his aura to a less menacing one, more fragile and human-like so they wouldn't notice.

"Hello! Having a nice christmas, I suppose?" he said, his tone cheery, matching his smile.

Daki nodded and placed her things on the counter—taking up half of the space. Nakime placed her things there as well which ended up only being half of the amount Daki had gotten.

"Yep, you?" she said, fixing her ponytail.

"I'm doing alright, myself," Muzan said, picking up the first item. "Are you two dating? You seem very close," he commented, careful to not look too curious.

He looked up and gave them a tentative smile.

It took them a second to realize what he meant and they flushed simutaneously, instantly shaking their heads in denial.

"No?" Muzan asked, counting the payment. "Such a pity. Close friends, then?" he decided.

"Ehm..." Nakime mumbled, her usually pale-white palor practically glowing with pink. "I suppose."

Daki nodded her agreement quickly. "Yeah... Close friends..!" she said, pushing what she was buying closer to Muzan, urging him to continue.

"Right, right. Nice to go shopping together, hm?" he said.

"Yep!!"

"You sure you aren't dating?" Muzan pushed, laughing. "Your 'friend' here is quite pink."

"I'm just cold," Nakime said quickly—too quickly.

Daki glanced at her, almost surprised, then nodded as well. "See, I told you you should carry me!" she said.

Nakime sighed. "How would we carry this?" she asked, motioning to their things.

"Uhhhh, with you hair," Daki joked.

"Alright, here's the charge," Muzan said, jotting it down quickly. "Anything else?" he asked.

Daki shook her head. "That'll be it."

"Mhm, have a merry Christmas!!" he called out to them as they walked out the door.

Once they were out of sight, he quickly placed the money in the cash register (idk what they used if it was smth diff so we'll just do it as it's done here now<33) and called out, "Kokushibo!! Go follow them!!"

Kokushibo, at Muzan's command, followed the two girls as they walked to the next store.

They walked in silence, their hands full with their things and their thoughts elsewhere. Both appeared to be flushed and most definitely not from the cold—especially since demons aren't affected in visible ways by cold.

Kokushibo followed them until they entered the store then he paused and went back to Muzan.

"So?" the demon lord asked, his eyebrows cocked in curiousity.

"I think that you've at least sparked something other. They didn't talk or anything but they were... definitely thinking about it," Kokushibo said, smiling.

Muzan leaned over to him and gave him a quick kiss. "Good."

×××

"Okay! For Kaigaku and Gyutaro, we're going to need Daki. But since she's... developing her relationship with Nakime, we can have you talk to Kaigaku first," Muzan said, leaning back on his chair.

"Why me?" Kokushibo huffed.

"Because he sees you as a father," he said, rolling his eyes. "And you can just pretend you want to see him for training or shit, I don't care."

"...alright. What do I say? Or do?" the Uppermoon asked, confused as to where this was going.

"Just talk to him about random shit then drop big ass hints that he likes Gyutaro and that he should ask him out. Kaigaku catches on with that sort of shit really easily, don't worry." Muzan sat up. "Shouldn't be too hard."

"You say it so vaguely, though..." Kokushibo complained.

"You'll do great, Kokushibo," Muzan assured him. "Want a good luck kiss?" he teased.

"Yes."

Muzan slipped around his desk and went to kiss him but arms wrapped around his waist and lifted him onto the desk.

"Hmm, don't go too far Kokushibo," he warned, though he gave him a tender smirk.

×××

Kaigaku stood in Kokushibo's house—a small human one with a lot of curtains and boarded up windows to make it look as if an abandoned one though it was far from that inside.

"Soo, what am I doing here? Training again?" Kaigaku asked, his arms poised on his hips in a relaxed posture.

"No, just talking," Kokushibo said, sitting down on a chair he'd placed across from the one he's put down for Kaigaku—who wasn't even using it.

"Hmm, what about?" the training-to-be-an-Uppermoon-demon asked, his eyebrows perked in curiousity.

"Stuff."

"Elaborate."

"Sit down, Kaigaku," Kokushibo sighed.

He sat. (totally a sentence)

"Start the conversation, then. I've got to finish wrapping the presents," Kaigaku huffed.

"Alright. Hmm, so your place as an Uppermoon? You'll be taking as... Uppermoon six if there were to be any vacancies," Kokushibo said awkwardly, after a moment of silence. He honestly didn't know what he was supposed to say. He'd had a vague idea but then he'd gotten all caught up with Muzan and... shit, so it'd slipped his mind.

"And...?" Kaigaku prompted. "I already know that, you know-"

"Right, right. Gyutaro and Daki are Upper six at the moment," the Uppermoon said, thinking quickly. He had to bring Gyutaro into the conversation.

"Mhm?"

"Maybe you should train with them? Like, Gyutaro, say! You seem to be around him a lot recently. Have you befriended him well?" he asked, mentally approving himself.

"Oh, uh..." Kaigaku paused. "Yeah, sure. I've... befriended him, all right.

"Very well," Kokushibo said, noting the emphasis on friend.

"Why do you ask?"

"I want to make sure you have closer sight on what it's like to be an Uppermoon. You should really talk to Gyutaro more. Ask him out if you want to go and talk to him somewhere more... private?" Kokushibo suggested, a glint in his eyes proving he meant other than what he was saying.

Kaigaku, obviously realizing this, flushed. "Ask him... what?"

"Out."

"I know, I meant, uhm..." he faltered. "Nevermind. Okay."

"Great! And hopefully he can be more than just a friend, in which you two can bond together in other ways to give you more experience," the Uppermoon said. He stood, then, and said, "Have fun!" before walking off deeper into his house to wait for Muzan.

×××

And then it was Christmas.

Muzan and Kokushibo lay quietly in Muzan's room, both having wanted a bit of rest, when the door slammed open.

They jolted up. "Wha-"

"IT'S CHRISTMASSS!!!" Daki exclaimed, grinning widely. She wore a sort of onesie that was red and white with patterns of reindeers. "GET UP FUCKERS!!!"

"Daki!!" Muzan groaned. "Quiet down."

"NO CAN DO!!" she said, dashing off.

Kokushibo sighed. "We better get going then."

"Right. I'll go see if Gyokko has the costume on," Muzan said.

"Mhm." Kokushibo kissed him on the forehead and then the two demons stood and walked out of the room, noting the decorations put up all over the Infinity Fortress.

"It looks beautiful," Daki said as Muzan and Kokushibo entered the main gathering room.

Nakime smiled. "Thank you."

"I know someone else she finds beautiful," Muzan said under his breath.

"What?" the biwa demon asked, turning her gaze to him.

"Nothing. Alright, Gyokko!! Where are you?"

Daki burst into laughter then, bringing the attention of the demons to her.

"What?"

"I gave him the costume of the grinch an hour ago and he'd been complaining that it's not fit for him to wear and that it's not artistic at all so he won't come out of his pots," she explained, pointing to one of the flower-designed vases sitting in the corner of the room.

Muzan shook his head. "Gyokko, get your cowardly ass out of the stupid vase and show us the costume. If you don't, I'm going to make sure every one of your pots are destroyed and your paints and materials are thrown into an ocean."

Gyokko, obviously shocked by this threat, gasped and the sound echoed in the pot.

"Well?" the demon lord said impatiently.

"Fine..." Gyokko whined, slowly but surely going out of the pot.

There was a beat of silence as everyone stared at him, the bright green fuzzy—but somewhat soaking wet—fabric of the costume making him look worse than ever as he averted his eyes to the ground, his face flushed in a red hue contrasting against his usually pale skin.

And then—

Laughter rang out from Muzan making nearly every Uppermoon flinch in surprise.

"Nevermind, Gyokko. You already looked like shit before but that's worse. You can take it off... at midnight," Muzan decided.

Gyokko huffed. "Okay. How long till then?"

Daki grinned. "Nearly twenty four hours. It's nearing to one AM of today," she said giddly.

"...Fuck. Can I at least stay inside the pot?" he whined.

"Nope, you have to stay out in that corner of the room the whole day, remember? And cry but I suppose that's optional," Muzan said, raising an eyebrow to see if he'd contradict.

"Fine."

×××

"Nakime!" Muzan hissed.

He was right behind Nakime, watching the other Uppermoons and Kaigaku exchange presents and talk.

"Yes, Master?" she said.

"Put mistletoe over where Kaigaku and Gyutaro are in a bit, alright?" he said, his voice low in a whisper.

"Yes, Master."

"Okay, now go talk to Daki or something and stop sitting by here the whole time. You can play music later," he dismissed.

Nakime nodded. "Alright."

×××

Kaigaku was laughing as he spoke to Gyutaro when he noticed something above him. He looked up, his action being followed by a similar one by the Uppermoon he spoke to.

"Mistletoe?" he said. "Was that always there?"

"No, I don't think so," Gyutaro said.

Kaigaku paused. "Gyutaro," he said suddenly, grinning.

"Huh?"

"People put up mistletoe because you're supposed to kiss if you go under it. We're under it," he said, raising his eyebrows slowly, trying to get Gyutaro to understand.

"Wha...- OH." Gyutaro froze. "You want to..?"

"If you want to..."

"So... yes?" he said slowly.

"Do you?"

"...yes."

Kaigaku nodded and leaned forward, pushing the box he held in his lap to the side. "Yes." He closed the distance between them, their eyes fluttering shut almost instinctively.

When they pulled apart, both's cheeks were flushed and Gyutaro looked to be practically glowing, a shy smile forming on his face.

But then Daki gasped, and they turned to look at her. "What?" they asked in unison, as if the kiss had brought their words together.

"You guys... just... KISSED?!" Daki said, her voice almost in a shriek.

"Is that a bad thing..?" Gyutaro asked uncertainly.

"ARE YOU KIDDING?? IT'S THE BEST THING EVER!!" Daki squealed.

Taken aback, Gyutaro took a moment to respond as he blinked, confused, at his sister. "It is?"

"You realize the both of you have been crushing on each other for, like, months and said absolutely nothing?!" she said, rolling her eyes.

"Months..?" Kaigaku asked, his eyes widening.

"You too," she deadpanned. "You've liked him for longer, no?"

"Fuck off..." he mumbled.

Gyutaro looked torn between backing up Kaigaku or his sister and he remained silent.

Douma, noticing this, turned abruptly to Akaza—who was about to go talk to Nakime—and said, "Akaza-dono!! We both like each other too! Can we kiss??"

Akaza glared at him. "Fuck no!"

"Why??" the blond whined, pouting.

"Because you look like shit and you are shit," Akaza said, huffing and turning away.

"But... you like me!" Douma pointed out.

"My feelings have been corrupted."

"I wanna kiss you, Akaza-dono!" he said impatiently.

"Too ba-"

He was interrupted when lips pressed against his in a fleeting moment.

They stared at each other for a second, then Akaza turned red and turned away, covering his face with his hands.

Douma smiled happily. "You're pretty, Akaza-dono!"

"I hate you," Akaza mumbled, the words too weak to be true.

"I love you too!"

×××

(watch me run out of ideas so imma end it now)

"Hmm, looks like they're having fun," Kokushibo noted, smiling.

"Yeah. What about Nakime and Daki, though?" Muzan asked, sighing.

"Don't force it, they'll figure it out themselves.

"Alright."

Muzan leaned against his boyfriend's chest, their arms and legs tangled up with each others comfortably.

"Love you, Koku... Merry Christmas," he said, stealing a short kiss from the Uppermoon.

"Love you too."

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The fact I always end up as thirdwheel

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HAVE A MERRY CHRISTMAS OR HAPPY WHATEVER!! <33

ALSO IDC I'M POSTING THIS HERE PAST CHRISTMAS I WAS TOO LAZY TO YESTERDAY

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#curtissonweek2023

I have no excuse for being hella late. I was just procrastinating throughout the whole day😭😭I finished it thoo

This work is, like the last three, an entry for @blue-fanlady's curtisson week!

This one is just little over 1k words domestic curtisson where they literally share a house and everything and yet they're not married?? 🤨🤨 yea I'm gonna have to call bullshit (but yea I didn't make them married in this story sorry)

ALSO I'm just as tired as them in this story rn and I'm not gonna lie I wrote parts of this fanfic half asleep so‼️‼️whoops ‼️‼️I'll proofread once I wake up cause a little after I post this I'm going to bed (at...7am HEDJHFJR)

Word count: 1.2k

Curtisson Week Day 4: Sleeping

Burt was sitting on the couch in the living room of he and Sven's shared house with a book in hand. He had it open, but wasn't really paying too much attention to the story. It was mostly just to pass the time as he waited for Sven to come home from work. He looked back at his watch. 9:43pm. That's around the time Sven got off, so he should be home soon.

Burt was lucky enough to be sent off of work early. Though he was kind of upset at the same time because usually he and Sven got out of work around the same time (Sven getting out about 30 minutes after him), so he never had to wait too long for him. This time, though, he was sent off three hours earlier than he usually was. He wasn't sure why, but he didn't question it. Time off work is time off work.

Though…maybe he should've offered to work the three hours anyway. Just so he'd have something to do.

Sven and Burt had moved in together fairly recently, so while all the necessary stuff were set, such as cooking supplies, a bed, a couch, dressers, etc, etc., they were still lacking some things that they were planning on getting once they had the time.

For now, though, most things involving entertainment weren't present. Aside from like, his phone and a few books. Which he was usually alright with. He was content just sitting there, drinking his morning coffee on their porch. "Like an old man." Sven would say. But it wasn't morning, nor was it really the time for you to be chilling out on your porch. Way too cold at night.

He was feeling a little tired, but he didn't want to sleep without his boyfriend in his arms, and chances are Sven felt the same way. Though, maybe doing a relaxing activity such as reading wasn't helping his case much. But eh, nothing much else to do that'll keep him distracted.

He decided that he might as well take a shower while he waited, so he set the hardcover down on the coffee table and went into their bedroom to pick out pyjamas. A loose orange shirt and pants fit nicely. He added some matching socks there too, for extra comfort.

Once he got in and out of the shower, he put his comfy pyjamas on, and went back into the living room. He sat back on the couch and tried to read the book again. It wasn't a bad story by any means, just not what he was in the mood for. Which he finally realized and decided to just scroll through his phone instead.

A few minutes later, he heard the front doorknob rattling and assumed that it was Sven. He turned off his phone, putting it on the coffee table in front of him, and looked towards the front door expectantly. He let a gentle smile appear on his face when he saw Sven walk in, closing the door behind him. “Oh, welcome back,” he said. “How was work?”

Sven moved to sit next to Burt on the couch. “It was fine,” he sighed. “How was yours?”

“The usual,” Burt replied. "Are you up for dinner?" He asked, tilting his head over at Sven.

Sven shook his head. "Too tired…can we just go straight to bed?"

Burt smiled softly at that and nodded. "Of course." He then stood up, expecting the other to follow him to their bedroom, which he did. They walked in and Burt turned on the lights so they could see better.

Sven flopped down face first on the bed, groaning as he hit the sheets, letting said sheets suppress his voice a little.

"Hey, hey, you have to at least take a shower first," Burt chuckled, gently lifting Sven up from the bed. The other grunted once more, but reluctantly agreed. He'd feel a lot more comfortable after a shower anyway. "I already took mine, so I'll just wait for you, yeah?"

Sven nodded, and waited for Burt to leave the room so he could have some privacy.

Burt patiently waited outside of their bedroom door, letting Sven finish doing his thing.

About 10 minutes later, he heard the clear. "Okay, you can come in now."

Burt opened the door and stepped back in, greeted with Sven looking much more comfortable. And adorable. "There you go. Let's get to bed, then." Ah, yes. The moment they've both been waiting for.

Burt turned out the lights and took Sven with him on the bed. He took his headphones and top hat off, putting them on top of the nightstand. Sven had taken off his own hat right after getting out of the shower so he didn't worry about it. They were both under the covers, lying next to each other. They were pretty close together already, but apparently that wasn't enough for Sven and he slid closer to Burt, before mildly gripping onto his shirt.

"Someone's clingy." He teased, leaving the other flustered. Burt couldn't help but snicker at this. His boyfriend had always been easy to tease. He never overdid it, though. Just whenever he really wanted to see his reaction. And Sven delivered every time.

Sven looked up at him, his cheeks pink from the proximity and the teasing. He stopped gripping on his shirt for a minute, instead just laying his palms on top of his chest. He kept letting his gaze wander to Burt's lips, and couldn't resist kissing him right then and there.

Burt was taken aback by the sudden kiss, but he wasn't complaining. Not at all. He closed his eyes and kissed back, letting his hand slide up into Sven's hair, twirling it around his fingers.

Sven found Burt playing in his hair to be very relaxing, and kept the kiss going for a little longer. He loved nights like these, where he could just lay down, cuddling and kissing his boyfriend after a long day of work. Without a care in the world. It felt amazing.

Unfortunately, the kiss had to come to an end eventually. Especially whenever a thing called oxygen existed. They both pulled away, letting out a soft breath as they did so.

Burt had stopped running his fingers through Sven's hair, now just resting his hand on his head. Sven buried his face into Burt's neck. "Can you…keep doing that?" He whispered into the crook of his neck.

Burt raised an eyebrow. "Doing what?" He asked.

"Combing your fingers in my hair…" he replied. "It feels nice."

Now it was Burt's turn to get flustered. Thank God Sven couldn't see the pink in his face, but perhaps he could tell anyway and he was just too sleepy to care or say anything.

"Okay…" he obliged and started to run his fingers through the others' hair again. His hair was always soft and well-kempt, making it nice to play with.

Sven relaxed even more than he already was, which was good for both him and Burt. It was nice seeing him not so tense.

Sven then placed a soft kiss on Burt's neck. Then another, and another. At first Burt tensed up from how sudden it was, but he slowly relaxed himself. Sven planted one more soft kiss onto his neck before nuzzling into it.

They both felt themselves begin to drift off. Neither of them tried to fight it. They let themselves fall into a deep sleep.

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So sleepy 💤💤 sleepy bfs :]

#I honestly spent more time thinking abt this fic than writing it #they live in my head send help #I love them #while I was procrastinating I was listening to pjsk right #catching up on the events and stuff #and WHO WAS GOING TO TELL ME TAIGA MADE A SONG CALLED THIS IS WHERE YOU ARE CAUCASIAN #FOR THE VBS EVENT #I'M SCREAMINFNDJHD #no wonder toya's dad didn't want him to do street music #I'm getting off topic #thsc #the henry stickmin collection #sven svensson #burt curtis #curtisson #henry stickmin collection #curtissonweek2023 #cross posted on ao3

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sir-achimus-prime · 1 year

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Daily Dose Of Sundrop :

Summary : Sunny's Sulking and Y/n knows how to deal with him . Sides is butthurt but glad his bro has a friend .

Note : Pure Chaos , I was inspired recently and decided to write it out . Might delete but , enjoy it . Feel free to send prompts as i'm a procrastinator and would love some feed back and direction/inspiration.

Anyway , Enjoy and Have a good day/night !!

And enjoy 😊🙂

* Y/n's Phone and Contact names *

Sundrop : Where are you !?

Me : Somewhere .... why ?

Sundrop : Sideswipe provoked Prowl.

Me : Bitch , I'm at work 😒 🙄

~~~~Message to Sidewinder ~~~~

Me : Bitch , I'm at work 😒🙄

Me : Why'd you piss off prowl ?

Sideswinder is typing .....

~~~~Message to Jazz-man ~~~~~~~~~

Me : What'd Sidewinder do and why's Sundrop made

Jazz-man : Sides , used all Sunny's new fancy paints on Prowler. Prowlers slagged off and Sunny's been in their Quarters since Saturday . Why ? We've been trying to get to comm.'em , but He's ignoring all hails . You talked to'em ?

~~~~~~~~~

Sundrop : The Slag you saying !!

Me : Sorry , meant to send that to someone else 😅 .

Sundrop : Whatever. Where are you ?

Me : I'm at work .

Sundrop : Work !? I thought you worked with Prowl?

Me : No. I have bills and kids !

Sundrop : You reproduced ?! Primus help us all !

Me : O.o Wtf ! Did Sideswipe Spike the energon dispenser again !?

Sundrop : What ! HE BETTER NOT HAVE SPIKED THE ENERGON DISPENCER !!

Me : Not what i meant , aft.

Sundrop : ....

Sundrop : You must be horrible at your job ! I would not hire you

Me : ... Good Thing I don't work for you 🙂🙃🙂

Sundrop : The Slag are those :smile: ?

Me : I'm on Lunch . It's ending in 30 mins. I'll be at Inn-n-out if ya wanna talk or talk smack about the stock domestic cars/trucks ?

Sundrop : They should know better ! Why should i grace them with my presence ?!

Me : I'm not going to base this week. Prowl's pairing both Prowl and you with someone else.

Sundrop : I'll be there in .... 15 mins.

Me : Your 3 hours away ?!

Sundrop : .... And your a stupid human ...

Me : O.o ... damn ... Want a stool for that horse ?

Sundrop : What Horse !!

Me : Hehe , Stupid Alexa

Sundrop : Who the frag is Alexa !

Me : I'm here . I'm grabbing some food .

Sundrop : Disgusting.

Me : Are you texting and driving!

* Many Stock Mustangs/Chargers/Cameros were critizied by a Car Nerd and her Car Ninja Turtle 🐢 *

1 day later

Me : Sunstreaker!!

Sundrop : So you live ! YOU DIDN'T ANSWER ME !!

Me : Bruh , Caplocks is on

Sundrop : What !

Me : Ummm , I gave Jazz something to give ya . Can ya open the door ?!

Sundrop : `~`

Me : Damn ... Whelp i guess Dinobots are gonna enjoy some new Linseed oil , mortar/pestel , Pigments and muller , brushes and a canvases , huh ?

Sundrop : .....is typing

~~~Message from The Jazz-man~~~~

Jazz-man : He's got it. Hopefully he uses it before Sideswipe gets out .

Me : Don't stress about it , Jazz

~~~~~~Message to Sideswinder~~~~

Me : I swear to god , If you mess with his new paint set , Ratchet will know !!

Sideswinder : Jeez ! ALRIGHT !! What's my brother do ?

Me : Nothing. Just don't fuck with his paints ! Also good-luck 🥰😘

Note : Thank you for reading !!!!!!

#jazz transformers #prowl #prowl x jazz #sideswipe #sideswipe x reader #sunstreaker #sunstreaker x reader #transformers g1 #springer

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homestuckdailyweekly · 8 days

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Homestuck Daily - Week 1- 4/21/2024

I'm back, theoretical fuckers. I said I would probably give up in a week, and then a week later, there's no update. But jokes on you, person I made up to clown on, I didn't give up! I was busy traveling this weekend, so didn't have time to write a blog until right now. Don't worry, I'm not going to tell you about my trip. I'm planning on getting off-topic in these blogs, but a short trip is about as antithetical to being Stuck at Home that I could possibly get.

Now, with that out of the way, the first week of Homestuck. Or I guess, more accurately, the 2nd-8th days of Homestuck, written on the 9th day of Homestuck. Past-me really fucked me by writing an actual update on 4/13 instead of just the intro, and I really should figure out a consistent structure to these blog updates, but that feels more like a future-me problem. And if she gets upset, well, she's the one who procrastinated on it to begin with, so won't she feel silly. Wow, the third paragraph and I still haven't talked about the actual contents of the comic. Lets change that! I'll include what I read today too, so up to page 77 of Homestuck. Just to get it out of the way, while thinking about this first week of Homestuck, I came to the conclusion that I don't think I would have kept up with the comic if I had been a true day-1 reader. That is not to say I don't enjoy this first week of comics. However, my initial read-through of Homestuck was an extreme binge where I just kept reading until I physically could not anymore. I did not have to wait a day to get what was coming next. And this hypothetical "Day 1 Reader" version of myself would not have the enjoyment of future story beats and fondness of the characters to stay engaged and up-to-dates with early Homestuck. With personal reflections over and done with, I guess I should give a quick overview of what's happened in the first week of Homestuck?

We are introduced to the first of John's friends, TG, who is messaging John asking if he has the Beta yet. Shenanigans Occur, including Sylladex-Fuckery, clever-Disguise Making, Harlequin-hating, Grandma-Urn-Toppling, Grandma-Urn-Fixing, the usual. We then meet John's second friend, TT. Then some more shenanigans, and then entering Dad's study, ending with a haunting piano refrain that is both our first [s] page and our first piece of music.

Here's a little more self-reflection, coming up with summaries is hard. And it's only going to get harder with time. Anyways, for future reference, I think I will try my best to keep plot summaries free of the curse of knowledge. And hopefully future updates will have less me making up what these updates look like as we go along.

Alright, so I said I won't talk about my trip, but the thing to know about me is that I'm a liar and a cheat, so I'm going to talk about the trip a little bit. I'm not going to dox myself by saying where I went or where I'm from, but I will say that of the 4 kids in Homestuck, I live closest to the Lalonde residence. When I realized I could pass by the theoretical location of the Lalonde residence via a very scenic route I thought "Oh that'd be fun, but I probably shouldn't base my travel plans on a whim." Then I thought I would be introduced to Rose the day I was driving, and I realized I couldn't possibly ignore that sign. (I later learned that I was, in fact, supposed to be introduced to her the night prior. my schedule has increasingly became a disappointment in terms of accurate end-points for each day of comics). So, I plotted my day's travel to take me past the real-life equivalent of the Lalonde House's coordinates, but sadly in real life it is the site of a water power plant and I was unable to stop close enough to get a picture. I also ended up in hotel room number 314 that night, and according to a friend, "backward Homestuck numbers are still Homestuck numbers".

In very silly news, I'm working on finding a good chumhandle/Title to go along with my initials EV. Since this week was our introduction to pesterchum and 3 different chumhandles, this updates seems the best time to mention it. I think I've settled on Erstwhile for the E, but the V is being tricky. I initially went with Viewer, but it seems too plain. ErstwhileVoyeur, while sounding more interesting, also has connotations I don't necessarily want. Perhaps ErstwhileVoyage, to convey this entire experiment in the metaphor of a journey. I'll think on it some more. Until next week, when I'll hopefully spend more than a tenth of the blog talking about the actual comic, -EV

#homestuck #homestuck daily weekly

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maddipoof · 1 year

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Chapter Three

Finally! It's here, I kept procrastinating but now it's all yours <3

Two idiots who don't know how to tell each other how they feel, previous chapters

WC: 5.6k. CWs: Dogs, discussions of Max's injuries

Steve walked y/n to the door and handed her the flowers he and the kids picked from Weathertop the day before.

***

"I'm tired of this Steve," Dustin whined.

"Well that's just too damn bad, keep picking."

"I think it's nice. It's cute, Steve." Will said as he added a handful of wildflowers in every color of the rainbow to the basket El was holding.

"Thank you Will! See, at least somebody gets it." Steve answered, throwing his hands in the air.

"Hey, Steve?" Lucas called over to him from the other side of the hill.

"Yeah?"

"Can I- uh- take a few of the blue ones, for Max?"

"Yeah totally, man. Take as many as you want."

"Thanks-Thank you."

"Of course, man." They did their special handshake that ended with clapping each other on the back.

Dustin made him come up with handshakes for each of them because he didn't want anyone to feel like Steve had any favorites, even though they all know he does (it’s just constantly changing). None of them were as long or dramatic as Steve and Dustin's though.

***

"Thank you for such an amazing, amazing date. I had a really, really good time." she gushed.

"I did too, we'll have to do it again sometime." He opened the invitation, trying not to push her into anything.

"I guess we will, I owe you a pretty good one."

"Anything with you is a pretty good one." He looked down with a bashful smile, scared of her reaction at such a bold statement so soon. He glanced up at her only to see the most adorable, shy smile.

"You, Steve, my darling, are far too perfect." She praised as he suddenly found the grains of the hardwood floor incredibly captivating. He wasn't sure what his neck was getting so hot at for more, the name or the compliment that followed. While he was looking at the floor, he didn't notice her reach up to hold his jaw while perching up on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek.

"What was that for?" She only looked up at him and shrugged, not removing her hand from his cheek. With a sudden surge of confidence he took her face in his hands and kissed her. She slid her hand from his jaw and crossed her wrists behind his neck, still holding the small bouquet only making him smile against her lips. She laughed into it and he pulled away with her still giggling. "What?" he looked down at her confused.

"The first one wasn't enough for you?" she asked with a coquettish grin.

"M-mm," he shook his head, slowly moving down to her lips. "’S impossible." Their lips finally met with his hands around her waist and her free one in his hair and her occupied one hung over his shoulder. He mumbled something against her lips before resting his forehead against hers.

"I should go before your kids get here."

"Nooo," he whined and pulled her closer, making her giggle again. "They're so mean, you're my first line of defense." he continued with a pout.

"If they're so mean I want no part of it. You probably deserve it anyway."

"I do not! And I can't be mean to them, they're my kids." He pulled back as soon as he said it. "I mean, they're kids. Not my kids, they are kids."

"I think they might be your kids." she said with a wink and patting his chest. She got her keys out of the little olive wood desk bowl and he opened the door for her.

"Call me when you get home, alright?"

"I will, I promise." She gave him one last, quick kiss before walking out to her car, skipping for the last few steps. He laughed as he shut the door.

***

"Hello Munson, welcome to my home…uninvited…again." Steve said as he opened the door exactly 12 minutes after y/n left.

"Hello big boy. Lovely of you to have me. A gentleman as always I see, but alas I'm only dropping them off. Band practice." Eddie teased.

They moved out of the way so the kids could come in with their craft supplies. "Thanks for driving us Eddie." Mike said.

"Yeah, thanks Eddie," El repeated.

"Of course, m'lady." he said with a little bow making her laugh before she walked past Steve and they did their handshake. Theirs was the simplest of all, besides Max's which was just three fist bumps making different animals, jellyfish, turkey, snail. Steve and El's was more complicated than that but it was all hands.

Turning back to Steve, with confusion apparent on his face at how strange he found the closeness between Hawkins High's former biggest douche bag and this strange little magic girl; as well as all the other kids. He shook his head as if it'd erase his expression like an etch a sketch, "Do you need me to pick them up or can you take them all home?"

"No, I think I can handle it but thanks."

"Anytime Harrington, say hi to Red for me. Oh and your new lady Jonesy." he playfully punched Steve's arm.

"She's not 'my lady' and 'Jonesy?'" Steve looked at him in confusion.

"When she just moved here, she was real angry about having to go to Catholic school and what not and she listened exclusively to the Sex Pistols." he shook his head at the memory of her on the swings with two Dutch braids and her walkman blasting God Save the Queen so loud he could hear it across the park. "She was an insanely punk 11 year old."

"What, she wasn't cool enough to be metal?"

"Well no of course not because they aren't metal, they're a punk band. Metallica, Iron Maiden, Black Sabbath. Thaaaat's metal."

"Munson?"

"Yes, Stevie?"

"Get on with it. You're gonna be late to band practice."

"Oh. Right, Steve Jones was her favorite, sooo Jonesy just sort of happened. She totally had the fattest crush in all 11 years of her life 'cause I'd mess with her like 'No way, Johnny Rotten is way cooler than him.' and she'd give me a whole goddamned thesis on why he's so much better and how it's really his band, blah blah blah. But she really chilled out once she got settled. Found way better music too. 'S Effervescing Elephant still her favorite song?"

"Why would I know that?"

"Harrington, I know that is the first thing you asked her on your date last night." Steve pushed him outside and shut the door.

"How'd you know about that?" Steve demanded.

"Robin, my new best friend, told me yesterday. It's funny how much you can learn when she just doesn't stop talking."

"First, stop stealing my fuckin friends Munson! Second, yes it's still her favorite. Third, you're already late. So off you go."

"It's so cute you know when my practice is." Eddie said as Steve walked with him to his van. "So caring, it's cute, it's really cute." He spoke as he got into the drivers seat.

"Goodbye, Eddie."

"Bye, Stevie." Steve rolled his eyes as he turned back to the house only to see Will at the door.

"Uh, Steve, El says there's someone on the phone for you."

"Ugh shit." he muttered before sprinting into the house to find El with the phone while Eddie jeered "Woooo go get your girl Harrington!"

"Fuck off Munson!" Will waved goodbye to Eddie and shut the door.

"Steve! Language!" Dustin chastised as he zipped past the kitchen.

Steve ignored him and thanked El for holding the phone.

"Hi," he was a little winded by how fast he sprinted inside and to the phone.

"Hi, if I'd known you're so busy I would've just left a message," she laughed.

"You left me stranded."

"Sorry, I had to watch Eloise and take care of Herman and Frog."

"You have frogs?"

"No, my dog is named Frog."

"Why is your dog named Frog?"

"Because we made the mistake of letting Eloise name her. We tried to tell her we're not naming the dog Frog but it's literally all she responds to so we're kind of stuck with it."

"She's cute."

"She's so cute. Anyway, I'm sure you have things to do and I just wanted to let you know that I'm home and this is where I'll be for the rest of the day so call whenever, ok?"

"Will do."

"Alright go watch your kids."

"They're not my kids."

"They are so your kids."

"Goodbye y/n."

"Goodbye Steve."

He put the phone down with a smile that only dropped when he found 5 teenagers in the doorway.

"Was that her?"

"No,"

"You are such a liar, Steve." Dustin said.

"How'd it go?" El asked.

"Did she like the flowers?" Will followed

"The cherries?" Dustin said.

"The food?" Lucas asked.

"It went pretty good, like really really great." His beaming smile faltered when he remembered the nightmare. He quickly shook the thought from his head as they cheered him on.

"Finally! A dad!" Dustin shouted.

"What?" Mike spoke for the rest of the room when they all faced Dustin.

"Well, you know, 'cause like Steve's our mom...so she'd be like our dad...Y'know?" All that followed was a harmony of four "ohh's" and Steve's matching "nooooooo."

"Well what would you call it then? Because all I see is one strangely maternal relationship with the odd older brother undertone thrown in every once in a while." Dustin crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. He felt like he had to fill in the silence that followed. “So, she’d be our dad.

"Whatever, let's just get started ok?" Steve raised his hands and walked past them. “And if Max were here, she’d tell you to expand your heteronormative mindset,” he called over his shoulder with a raised finger. She shares her Ms. magazines with him sometimes, when they have to sit through hours upon hours of campaigns together. She says she’s graduated from Wonder Woman comics, but he still brings her the latest issues and she still reads them.

***

They spent half the afternoon making get well soon cards for Max. He was very grateful Joyce sent Will with extra newspaper to put over the table or else his entire counter would be caked with glitter, and paint, and ink. Weeks later he still found glitter on the other side of the house. They also planned some of her welcome home party. The doctors weren't sure exactly when she'd go home but they said sometime towards the end of April, early May. They had very flexible plans since they decided to have it at Steve's house, these new parties are very different from the ones he used to have as King Steve. So far Max's mom, the Wheelers, the Sinclairs, The Byerses (including El and Hopper[and Argyle]), Dustin and his mom, Robin, Eddie and Wayne, and obviously Steve, were all invited. They planned on pizza and Max's favorite foods but didn't set any plans in stone yet since they didn't know exactly when she'd be out.

She'd broken both legs, both arms, cracked or at least bruised a few ribs and got a minor concussion so the doctors thought it would be best if she stayed where she can have constant care and they can keep an eye on her condition. When they asked what happened Lucas said she tried to stop Jason from hurting him but when the earthquake happened she fell down the stairs of the attic. It was scary at first, they had no idea if she would ever fully recover, but she's been making quick progress and heading in the right direction. They've been visiting her as much as they can, Will and El always brought her food Joyce makes. Will would draw her something new before every visit. Mike and Dustin brought board games, and Robin would always sit and talk with her, once she got over her concussion and could finally be in the light again, and hear loud noises. Eddie brought her new music and she would recommend things for him to listen to and they would discuss them together. Steve would bring her whatever she asked for, which were usually snacks, and movies, or just anything she mentioned in passing. Lucas was there the most, he brought her stuffed animals, board games, video games, snacks, food he or his mom made, and anything else she wanted without knowing she wanted it. He would just bring it and she would realize how much she’d been missing it.

When they finished their planning for the day and made all their gifts they piled into Steve's car. Since it only had 5 seats they did rock paper scissors to see who had to sit on someone else's lap. El automatically got shotgun because she could change the traffic lights, and in more dire situations move other cars out of the way. That was only necessary once when Steve had to yell at the boys in the back for messing around and didn't see the car that was coming right at them. Now it's an accepted precaution. It ended up with Lucas on the passengers side, Dustin in the middle, and Will on Mike with his legs reaching out so his feet were on Lucas's lap.

Mike and El had a long discussion when they got back to Hawkins, they decided that they both needed some time to find themselves as individuals and if they're really meant for each other they'd find their way back together. So far it's been working out really well, they've been much more honest with each other and Hopper's even been able to go off his blood pressure medication.

***

Knock, knock, knock. "Hi, Max!" Lucas announced.

"Hey guys," she paused the soap opera she'd been watching for the last week.

They put all the baskets of cards, and drawings, juice boxes, cassettes, and other little things on the table.

"You guys really didn't have to do all this, any of this, really."

"But we did, so now you gotta take it." Lucas playfully demanded. She smiled sweetly at him.

"Do you leeches, and Max and El, want anything from any of the vending machines?" Steve asked them all.

"Can you get me some Reeses pieces, please?" Max asked and Steve nodded.

"Skittles if they have them please." El said.

"Sure thing. Anyone else? And sorry, Will, didn't mean to rope you in with the rest of them, what d'you want?"

"Um, could you get some m&m's?"

"Yeah, totally."

"Razzles," "Starbursts," "Sour Patch Kids," Dustin, Lucas, and Mike said in rapid succession. Steve didn't even dignify it with a response, only a raised eyebrow with his arms crossed.

"Pleeeease," all three said together with begging hands.

"Fine, I'll be right back." He walked out the door while pulling his wallet out of his back pocket.

Dustin turned his chair around to face Max. "Finally he's gone, that should keep him occupied for a while."

"Why were you waiting for him to leave?" Max asked, confused as the group made a circle around the bed.

"We have something important to tell you." Mike started.

"It's very top secret," Lucas continued.

"Very important. And we have to be quick."

"Then get on with it!" Max cut Dustin off.

"We think he's in love." Dustin said.

"Yeah, with Nancy. I thought we knew this." Mike looked disgusted at the thought that Steve could still be hung up on Nancy of all people, after 2 years.

"Ew no, not Nancy," was his immediate reaction.

"We went to his house and he had a pillow fort with way too many pillows for one person-" Mike stated very matter-of-factly about the appropriate pillow to person ratio.

"That all smelled like flowers!" Dustin interrupted, which earned him a few confused looks, "What?"

"You...smelled them?" El asked. He crossed his arms and shrugged.

"The smell made its way to my nose. I wasn't, like, sniffing it, or anything." They turned back to Max while still side-eyeing him.

"But doesn't he wear cologne? Like often?" Max had enough trouble following their theories without a concussion, and now, even with no alternate dimensions and weird fleshy monsters involved she had no hope. "And I didn't think he was seeing anyone. Except for a few minutes there I really did think he and Eddie were like, two seconds from kissing."

"What ew, no." Dustin shook his head while scrunching his nose, that’d be like thinking about his mom kissing someone, blech. "This girl we met at the school, you know how it's been turned into like a shelter, so we were all volunteering and he starts talking to her so me and Robin go over and she's like super nice and her niece is just the cutest. So he asked her out, but not really out out, 'cause they just went to his house. But also they saw each other every day. He would LEAVE ME to my own devices and go to the diner with her. THEN, not only that, but he makes me scour the land for her fricken cherries because when we were at the diner she mentioned them ONCE! ONE TIME! And of course I found them because, duh, he's like my best friend, sorry to you guys but we all know it." They just nodded and they knew Dustin was his best friend too, besides Robin.

"So he still took you with him? Like to breakfast, I mean."

"Yeahhhhh."

"And why are you all so upset?"

"Not all!" Will spoke up. "Leave us,” he first gestured to himself and El, “out of...that," then waved his hand at Dustin and Mike.

"I wouldn't say upset, just that... I don't know." Dustin shrugged.

"I think he means like, he's not upset that Steve found someone that makes him happy. Just that he's, like, worried. That, that Steve won't have time for him- us, anymore and that it'd be different. Is that right?" Lucas picked up for him.

"Yeah, yeah that's it. I mean, of course I want him to be happy and have his little Harrington Nugget, Winnebago dream–"

Mike leaned over to El and Will, "Did we miss something?"

"I think we absolutely did." Will whispered back.

"–And every time I've talked to her she's, like, super cool and really nice. And apparently she used to know Eddie so she has to be cool y'know. And every time Steve talks about her, which is kind of a lot, but I don't mind 'cause like with all the times he's heard about Suzie, it's only fair; he's just so excited and his face lights up and he talks really fast and his eyes start like, buggin' out of his head."

Max was about to reply when Steve walked in with his hands full of their candy plus some Nerds for himself. They talked about some more stuff until it was time to bring them all home. Lucas called earlier so his dad would pick him up later and they all said goodbye to Max. Will sat between Mike and Dustin and Steve peeled out of the parking lot. He dropped off Mike first, then Will and El and Dustin moved to the front seat. Once the other three had left, a contemplative silence filled the car. Only broken by the low drumming of Steve's fingers on the dash as he slung his wrist over the steering wheel.

"Are you ok?" Dustin asked at a red light.

"Y-yeah, I'm totally fine," he hesitated.

"You're a really bad liar, Steve."

He groaned, why does this kid have to know him so damn well, "Fine, I'm worried, about- about how things are going with y/n."

"I thought it was going great? You kept saying how great your date was, and how amazing everything was?"

"That's what I mean, like first I'm worried that I'm totally falling for her, way, way too fast. And second, everything has been going amazing but what if something happens?"

"You can't just live your whole life avoiding things just because you could lose them. She's basically the girl of your dreams. Actually she is, because she's been in every dream you've had this week. And these were the words from your mouth, so don't even try to deny it. Or the way your mouth was all swollen when Eddie dropped us off this morning."

"I don't mean like I could mess it up, or something gets in the way. I mean like some Upside Down shit, or Vecna or whatever the monster of the month is this time. What if she gets close to me and she gets hurt, or something happens to me and you guys have to explain ‘Oh yeah that guy you were totally in love with? Well he's dead. Oh you want to know what happened? Hm, unfortunately the government has deemed that classified information and girlfriend of the dead guy doesn't really get you on the list.’ At this point they were only sitting in Steve's driveway but Dustin wasn't about to interrupt Steve's moment. "And what if, what if she sees the bites or the thing around my neck? How do I explain evil monster bats from the closest thing to hell?"

"I don't know," Dustin sighed out.

"And wha-what-"

"Steve! I don't know. None of us know. He's dead. Vecna's dead. The gates are closed. El killed him. He didn't get Max, he didn't get Eddie, or me, Robin, Nancy, you, none of us. He didn't get any of us." Dustin held his shoulder. Steve could hardly look at him, but when he finally did he sharply turned away before getting out and leaving Dustin confused. Until he opened Dustin's door and they hugged for a long time.

"You heard, didn't you?" Dustin choked out with a laugh, still happily trapped in Steve's tight embrace.

"Of course I did." Steve laughed, though salty little drops were still leaving his eyes and his shoulders still hiccuping a little. Dustin only held him tighter and rubbed his back a few times. Their height difference making the angle a little awkward, but Dustin wasn't about to complain.

"How much?"

"All of it." Steve laughed a little, finally pulling back to look at Dustin. Ignoring the tracks his tears left.

"You wanna go watch Return of the Jedi in that super awesome fort?"

"You said I got the pillow to person ratio wrong. And the roof blankets weren't taught enough."

"I didn't say anything about the pillow/person ratio, that was all Mike," they finally started their way inside.

"You didn't stop him, you blanket sniffin' creep." Steve walked ahead to unlock the door.

"I didn't smell the blankets! It just wafted into my nose. I can't help it! Unless you want me to be what? A mouthbreather?!"

"Alright, alright! Whatever you say," Steve held the door open as he walked through, "sniffer."

"NO!"

***

Y/n sat at the kitchen table going over Phoebe's study materials and her most recent paper on the history of penicillin.

"I still don't know why he gave you this one, of all the prescriptions to give the whole class you get the most obvious? You're a hundred times the writer all of them combined could even dream of being."

"It wasn't just prescriptions, it was antibiotics in particular. Half the job is penicillin anyway, I really don't mind." Phoebe shrugged, not once looking up from her flash cards.

"Are you sure? 'Cause I could totally walk in there like ‘Excuse me, Dr. Whatever his name is! My sister is a brilliant student and a gifted writer, why'd you give her the lamest topic? Oh yeah? Is that right? Well in that case you dropped this," She held her arm out and opened her fist like dropping something on the floor before pointing to it. "That's a bag of hair."

"I assumed so. Please don't drop a bag of hair at my professor's feet like a cat with a hairball."

"I make no promises," she started fake coughing and choking before holding out her palm in front of Phoebe. "Hairball?"

"No! You're so gross."

"I am not!"

"Yes you are, I don't know how Steve could handle having you over night, let alone over at all. I bet you stayed up aaaaall night," she made the kissing motion with her hands, complete with sound effects.

"No! Oh my god there are children in this house!"

"Not right now there's not."

"I know but now every time I come into this room I'm just gonna think 'my sister is such a creep, she's a whole ass mother and still won't ever stop being the single most embarrassing person I've ever known.'"

"Exactly, I am a whole ass mother, and your sister, so being embarrassing is literally my job." Y/n shook her head against her hands, her elbows resting on the table.

"Really on your way to employee of the month." Her voice was muffled by her position.

"Almost 19 years running. And I'm also almost on my way to being auntie of the month too." She wiggled her eyebrows.

"Jesus Christ! No! Absolutely not! First of all, I'm not even 19 til July. Second of all, we're not even ‘official’ yet. And third, go ahead, be aunt of the month. I'm already the Nani of the century."

"Absolutely you are. But what do you mean ‘not official yet’?"

"It's only been one date so I don't expect it anytime soon, but we're not, like, boyfriend-girlfriend yet." She scrunched her face at how ridiculous she sounded to herself. "Ew I sound so middle school."

"Well, I feel like it's been more than one date considering you went out Every. Single. Day. this week. And you already told me about all the dreams you've been having. But every time you tell me another I just get more convinced that they're all daydreams."

"They're not daydreams." She said defensively and pointed her finger then relaxed back in her seat. "Not all of them."

Phoebe smirked and put her neon pink flashcards down. "Sure they aren't. But you don't have to expect it, ya know?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean you could ask him." y/n considered it for a few moments while Phoebe watched with raised eyebrows.

"Ok, yeah, maybe I could, but how would I even do that?"

"You walk up to him. Use your mouth. And ask like a normal person!"

"You know I can't do that."

"Why not?"

"Because," she pouted and started picking at the table

"Because why? I've seen you with him and he'll totally say yes. And talking can't be the problem, 75% of your job is talking."

"Talking is the problem, when I'm cutting people's hair it's all 'Mhm' 'Oh yeah?' 'Really? How interesting!' It's all old lady gossip and shit. But when it's like feelings stuff I, like, can't talk. My tongue doesn't work and it comes out all stuttery and bluh."

"But you're the one always talking about the importance of honesty, and vulnerability, and telling people how you feeeeeeel!"

"I know that, I know but like-"

"You don't have to like tell tell, you could write it?" She didn't even finish before y/n ran down the hall on the way to her room. "You're welcome!" Phoebe yelled. Y/n nearly fell on the sharp corner and still tripped down a few stairs to the basement, making Phoebe laugh. "Are you ok?!"

"Yes! I'm fine!" Phoebe just shook her head and went back to studying.

***

Ring ring. Ring ring.

Y/n got up from the kitchen table and left her cereal and Eloise. Ring ring, "Hello," she twisted the cord around her finger, leaning against the wall. Eloise was getting Frog to balance cheerios on her nose. It was working, except Eloise would look up to put one on her own nose so Frog would also look up and they'd all fall off.

"Hi, y/n" Steve said, y/n thought he sounded a little nervous.

"Hi, Steve. I didn't think you'd be up this early."

"There was a bird right outside my window, and not one of the nice ones either. It was all squawky, but I was asleep pretty early last night so it's fine." He didn't tell her that he heard a rustling in the woods at 5 in the morning so he and Dustin went out with the nail bat and huge flashlights. Just to be sure there's no demodogs or new gates or anything of that sort. Dustin kept assuring him that everything was fine, Vecna's gone, there's no more demogorgons, they're safe. Steve still stayed out until he checked all around the house twice. But there was still a bird that didn't let them get back to sleep, so not a total fib.

"I hate the squawky birds, they remind me of the old ladies that complain to me about their daughter-in-laws all the time while I'm just trying not to stain their hair purple."

He laughed, genuinely, but he cut himself off, "Hey, um, Robin wanted to know if you wanted to, uh, maybe come over to my house later? Just to hang out, and whatever, I have to bring Dustin home soon but I think Eddie might be coming later? I don't know if he has anything going on with Hellfire."

"What's Hellfire?"

"Oh, yeah, that's his dungeons and dragons club. The boys are part of it."

"Oh, cool."

"Sooo, do you wanna come over? I totally get it if you don't. Yo-"

"No, I want to. I'd love to."

"Ok," he breathed out, "Ok, yeah, can you be here at 3ish?"

"Yeah."

"And I can leave the door open if you don't mind just letting yourself in? We'll probably be either upstairs or in the basement and for whatever reason it's impossible to hear the bell."

"Yeah, that's ok. So I'll see you at 3ish then. I have to go clean up a disaster of cereal created by my tormentor, I mean my niece, but I'll see you then."

"Good luck with that."

"Thank you, I need it."

"Bye, y/n."

"Bye, Steve."

Steve hung up the phone with a smile.

"So what did she say?" Dustin asked.

"That she's coming over and also that Hellfire sounds cool."

"Perfect! So you're gonna ask her?"

"Ask her what?"

"To marry you,” His face was not nearly as horrified as Dustin anticipated, but still a little shock came through, “No! To be your girlfriend, idiot."

"I'm worried it's too soon, ya know? Like I start with 'will you be my girlfriend' and then five seconds later it's 'all week I've been imagining our wedding and when I can't sleep I think of names for our kids and when I do sleep you're the only thing I dream about' then she thinks I'm a total creep and I've ruined everything."

They both started walking down to Steve's basement to work on Dustin's new project. His mom doesn't let him 'tinker' in the garage anymore since he almost blew up Tews, so he's relocated to the empty, unfinished part of Steve's basement. It was also so that she would stop saying tinkering, but when she asked what she should call it instead he didn't have an answer.

"I don't know how many times me and Robin are going to have to tell you this, but you are so blind! Do you not see the way she looks at you? Honestly, a blind toad could see she absolutely feels the same!" Dustin threw his hands up to emphasize the point. They walked over to his table and Steve acted as his assistant.

"I feel like I don't believe you. And even if I did, I don't trust any dating advice from you or Robin. Especially her."

"Would I lie to you Steve?" He held his hand out and Steve handed him the allen wrench he knew he needed.

"Yes! And you have!"

"When? Screwdriver."

"Where to start? (Wire cutter) How 'bout yesterday? When you shooed me away so you could gossip! Like the, like the filthy gossip you are!"

"And I'm sorry about that, but it had to be done. Hold the red one?" He held the blue wire and Steve took the other.

"Why?"

"So it's not in the way, why do you think?"

"No dickhead, why did you have to trick me into getting you your stupid Razzles?"

"How can they be so stupid if I shared half the box with you!? And would you actually have let us tell Max if you were there."

"No," Steve mumbled. "And why not?" Steve shrugged. "Y/n was just talking like three days ago about how important honesty and communication is to her and to any relationship! How can you expect to be honest with her if you can't even be honest with me?"

Steve groaned "So I just feel...like...you guys are so important to me. Jesus Christ this is so embarrassing. And whoever I date, like seriously serious relationship shit, is also gonna be really important to me." He spoke to the ceiling, wanting to vomit at the words leaving his mouth. "So I feel like, if I like, I don't want to call it like bring them home or anything but you know what I mean. Like I couldn't give less of a shit about them meeting my parents, but I care... about her meeting...you guys. And like if I do that'd be really important to me and it'd really matter. I don't mean it like I don't want you guys getting attached but yeah, a little."

Dustin moved from the table and hugged Steve again. "I shouldn't have told them until you were ready."

"It's ok."

"And uh, it's really uh, nice *hm* it's really cool...that you care about us so much."

Steve ruffled his hair before they jumped apart at the smoke coming from Dustin's latest invention.

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