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HII!! i saw in your bio that your requests are closed but i also see you responding to asks??? so i'm sosososo sorry if i wasn't supposed to ask but i just needed the gang (separate) x super energetic n positive reader (so like pinkie pie irl !) :3 again im sorry if i confused things with your requests!!!

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this is actually a great question and i thank you for asking it ^-^!! the reqs i’m responding to are just requests that are stacked up in my inbox, so when i have them closed, it just means i’m trying to catch up on asks and that i don’t prefer asks at that time :) i did LOVE writing this though, so thank you for asking about that i appreciate you trying to respect it !! ^_^ 🫶

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“you had fun today?” came DARRY’s voice from the left of you as he sat in the driver’s seat, taking you home. you guys had decided to take johnny, sodapop, and ponyboy to the oklahoma state fair, which would explain the sleepiness that laced his tone. you, though, would practically be vibrating in your seat if it wasn’t for darry’s hand resting on your thigh.

still pumped up from the crazy rides at the fair, your eyes roamed across all the bright lights littering the city as you looked out of the car window.

“so much.” you responded, beaming at your boyfriend next to you before taking a look in the rearview mirror and spotting the boys asleep in the backseat.

“you think they did, too?” you asked darry, lips pouting dramatically at how cute the boys looked, even when soda was practically drooling on pony.

darry gave you a small ‘mhm’, a tiny smile growing on his face when he looked back at them too. “y’sure you’re not tired?”

“i’m so awake right now, dare.” you chuckled a bit, turning back around and resting your head against the car seat’s headrest.

you gave a few quiet ‘ooh’s as you both were still exiting oklahoma city, even if you guys were still a long way from tulsa, looking at all the bright lights and arrows urging future customers to visit the fair.

darry scoffed as he saw the pile of cars across the way, lining up in one big traffic jam. then he turned his head to look at you, he wondered how you could always be so optimistic. he smiled fondly to himself as he watched you, head held in your hands as the exotic lights bounced off your irises, reflecting all sorts of neon pinks and blues in your eyes as you didnt take them off the noisy attractions.

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“be careful now darlin’, you’ll slip!” SODAPOP laughs as you two come down from the intense food fight you just had in the kitchen.

it all started with you accidentally dusting the counters a bit too hard when some flour landed on sodapop’s open plaid shirt. now you two were both covered in various ingredients, you’re sure the yolk would take about an hour to rinse out of your hair properly. the baking you guys were doing was forgotten in the background as the batter had probably already somewhat hardened during sodapop’s sugar assault on your favorite top.

you laughed as he held your waist, the both of you looking down at where your foot was just about to fall on the slippery remainder of egg yolk and milk on the kitchen floor. “that’s your mess!”

“you started it!”

“it was an accident, soda—!” sodapop placed a chaste kiss against your lips, licking his own after he pulled away. he made a small hum sound as his eyes trailed upward when he pretended to try to guess the flavor. “hm, strawberry.”

“gross.” you rolled your eyes, the two of you laughing uncontrollably as soda eventually did slip on the exact same piece of yolk he had warned you from stepping on. that is, until you heard the strong footsteps of his older brother make his way from the front door to the kitchen.

both of your heads shot up as darry cleared his throat, crossing his arms and tilting his head. it was like he had no words for the both of you, until he shook his head once and grumbled angrily.

“y’all better clean that up.”

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“so i was just tellin’ her about it and y’know what this lady does?” you ranted to PONYBOY as he sat across from you at the lunch table, his fingers fiddling with the holes in the metal mesh patterned seat.

he held his chin in his palm as his eyes flickered between you and the table, watching as you rambled about something a counselor had reprimanded you for or something, all he could really focus on was you. the way your eyes lit up when you were passionate about something, the way talked with your hands a lot, or the way you bounced in your seat at just the thought of your favorite song.

pure energy always radiated off of you, not even dallas winston could resist your charm. and ponyboy curtis certainly couldn’t either.

“pony-y!” you dragged out the ‘y’ in his name as you tried to get his attention, waving a hand in front of his face. he blinked and furrowed his brows as he muttered out a quick, “huh?”

“are you even listenin’ to me?”

“‘course i am.”

“what was i talking about then?” you batted your eyelashes as you inquired in a ‘matter-of-fact’ tone, leaning forward as ponyboy averted your gaze.

his face got hot while he stammered, mouth gaping open and closed like a fish before you waved a hand at him and flashed a big grin.

“my counselor.” came your sing-song tone of voice from in front of him.

“right! just.. tell me more?”

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“JOHNNY, wait up!” you called after him, jogging up and gripping onto the straps of your backpack as it moved with your every step.

you saw him, head hung low as he looked so small compared to the towering figure of dallas winston right next to him. he turned around, that same puppy dog look in his eyes as usual before he looked up at dallas. dally gave johnny a quick wink before nodding his head towards me and saying his goodbyes while he walked off only god knows where—probably to stir up some more trouble.

johnny looked back at you, muttering your name as you finally caught up to him. “hey—! you goin’ home?” you asked, shifting your weight from your hands to your knees as you hunched over and caught your breath. johnny just nodded as he watched you regain composure quickly, already back and energized.

you circled around him with a flurry of questions, questions like how his day was or if he ate today. johnny always wondered why you asked him these questions, whether you cared or not was really his main concern although he’d never dare ask.

once you guys had arrived to johnny’s house though, came a ruckus from inside. the noise traveling outside the house through a sliver of open window as you both saw two figures screaming at each other.

you saw as the corners of johnny’s mouth twitched downwards as he winced at the sound of glass breaking.

then, almost like an miracle came your voice from beside him.

“wanna go to the lot?”

once he had looked at you, it was like an instant mood lifter. you had a boyish grin on your face with your hands shoved in your pockets as your eyes crinkled with how big of a smile you had glued to your face, as usual.

how could johnny deny you?

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“are you always like this?” DALLAS said as he leaned against the doorway to the kitchen, watching as you danced around and made a mess with the baking supplies.

“like what?” your voice, jubilant as ever, rung out in dally’s ears. he always played it off as if he hated how joyous it was, but if he was being honest, the way the syllables rolled so quickly off your tongue was satisfying to him. he’d never admit it obviously. being dallas winston was a tough job to keep up.

you twirled around, reaching on your tippy toes to grab something off the fridge before spinning back around to pour milk in the mixing bowl, hips swaying to the faint music that you turned down to hear dallas over.

dallas scoffed, shaking his head amusedly while he lit a cigarette, eyes flickering up at you every once in awhile. “nothin’.” he muttered, words muffled around his cigarette.

he looked at you, his eyes were empty enough that anybody else would mistake his expression for annoyance, but you knew better. you knew dallas winston better than anybody. and as you danced so freely around the kitchen, like no one was watching you, dallas admired you. you were yourself, in this moment socs and greasers didn’t matter, nothing did. the only thing that mattered to you was getting these ingredients right, and you couldn’t do that with a little dancing.

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“woah, darlin’! someone had a li’l too much sugar, huh?” TWO-BIT laughed as you bounced around. you were like a candle waiting to be blown out, flowing in place but still moving. you were definitely still moving.

you practically vibrated in place, your feet kicked in your seat as you giggled, talking about your day to two-bit. his grey eyes watched you with intent, his own grin painted on his face. sometimes he didn’t pay attention, other times he asked questions just at the right times. even if it was just pure luck, you appreciated his responses even if they were just ‘huh’s or ‘oh!’s.

“what do you think?” you finally stopped ranting, taking a break to ask two-bit once again what he thought.

he paused, taking a second to sip on his can of beer before looking off to the side in thought. then, as quick as it left, his smile returned as he finally laughed.

“i think you need a nap, babydoll.”

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“so what happened next?” STEVE asked, licking the spoon as he sat across from you in the diner as he watched you take a break from talking to devour a milkshake.

you smacked your lips as you swallowed and immediately put up your hand to express yourself further. “she cussed her out!”

steve raised his eyebrows as he broke off another piece of the diner’s famous cake—which he claimed was never better than darry’s yet he was still destroying it.

what you always appreciated about steve was his blind loyalty to you. even if he didn’t understand, his heart was in the right place. he gasped at anything dramatic, but he just loved gossip in general. him and sodapop were like kids around a campfire as they always circled around you while you explained to them the gossip going on around school.

steve watched as you rambled on and on, twirling your hair at certain parts and jumping up in your seat at important ones. by the time you both finished that conversation, your bill was racked up with how long you had took, and the waitresses were rolling your eyes at every “but, did you hear..”

that didn’t matter to you two, though. you just cared about talking to steve, and steve was too busy admiring you to care about anything else.

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kiss kiss ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱

#the outsiders x reader #the outsiders #darry curtis x reader #sodapop curtis x reader #ponyboy curtis x reader #johnny cade x reader #dallas winston x reader #two bit mathews x reader #steve randle x reader #fanfiction #x reader #the outsiders fanfiction #sodkdodjsjwow #that reminds me #i lowkey wanna rewatch mlp #their songs did not have to go that hard #for a KIDS SHOW #ambrozjas #kiss kiss

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a-kaash-me-outside · 1 year

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the walls are thin - ch2

in which atsumu is your college neighbor with whom you share a wall. previous | ch2 | next [masterlist]

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a look into this chapter: 18+ suggestive bits (& eventual smut), cafe date, incessant flirting, self-indulgent flirtationship with hanamaki, seijoh4 group chat, jealous, relentless, adorable, plantsitter atsumu, afab reader she/her pronouns

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the second that you close your door, you can’t help but speak aloud to yourself, “what the fuck was that?” you run both of your hands through your hair, leaning against the other side of the door “what the fuck was that?” you say, louder this time accompanied by a harsh scoff and only the start of another sentence, “i- fucking-.”

it’s nearly 2 in the morning. you left your dorm room over half an hour ago tired and annoyed and now you can’t fucking imagine sleeping. you know that you won’t have to deal with any banging, that time has come and gone. and it figures that the one night you know you’re guaranteed no more noises, you’re shocked awake by one stupid fucking interaction.

your dorm room isn’t big by any means. there really isn’t enough room to pace the floor and yet here you are, walking the length repetitively, turning on your heel when you couldn’t walk forwards any longer. when atsumu wasn’t in front of you, it was easy enough to maintain your annoyance or, at the bare minimum, not instantly forgive him for being so inconsiderate. it was easy enough to pretend that at some point tomorrow you were going to bring up this fact.

“hey, so about my sleep schedule,” you practice aloud, well, aloud was an understatement, more like every few syllables made it past your lips. you shake your head, groaning to yourself as you sit down on the edge of your bed. “funny story, actually,” you say, gesturing with your hands to the thought of tomorrow’s atsumu. “fuck.”

maybe instead you would just focus on saying actual cohesive words this time. maybe that would be enough.

/++/

yesterday, yesterday you were caught off guard. you were tired. you were defeated. you thought you would have to return to a room full of irritatingly repetitive noises. it wasn’t even a thought in your mind that you’d meet him last night. you weren’t going to take the blame for the state you were in or the way that he affected you.

but today? today you were a new person, reinvigorated by the 3 hours of uninterrupted sleep you got, the productiveness of your 9am class, and the will to make sure that you looked like an actual human being when he saw you this time. you wouldn’t admit it, the amount of time and effort and the preparation that you took in your appearance, made sure to sneak around your dorm so as to not hint that you were awake early.

the entire time that you’re getting ready, there are a million thoughts going through your head. most of them circle around the fear that you’re going to look like an idiot again. some of them about how stupid it was that you were going to lunch with the person who’s made your life the most difficult in these past months. and the most recent one you’ve landed on is that the two of you never settled on a time. what if you spent that much time getting ready, wasted countless hours of pointless thinking about things that just weren’t going to happen? what if he didn’t remember or just blew you off?

knock knock knock. you scramble to your feet from the seated position you resided in on the floor. 12:01pm. you don’t have to peek through your peephole to know who was at your door, but you do anyway.

and god are you glad that you did. it at least gave you some time to be prepared for the sight that was a dressed up, put together, looking far too good in casual wear atsumu. it’s silly now, in hindsight, that you hadn’t thought of the fact that he would also have time to be put together today rather than you catching him completely off guard on your walk home.

but you’re smart. you take a step away from the door, take a deep breath, and call out, “grabbing my bag, one sec.” that will buy you a few moments to prepare yourself. you throw on your shoes, grab your bag like you said you were, and you take one last look through the peephole.

then it hits you. he did also have the ability and time to get ready just like you and, just like you, he obviously utilized every second of it. you smile a bit to yourself, turning the knob and opening your door. “cannot believe my quietness has finally earned me a free lunch.” it comes out of you easily, not forced. you didn’t have to think about it all night or mull over it while you were getting ready.

he doesn’t say anything back to you as you step outside into the hallway next to him, turning around and locking the door behind you. in fact, all you get in return is a small laugh so you push on, “where are you taking me?”

“oh, yea,” he clears his throat, “what are you in the mood for?”

“you’re going to make your date choose where we go to eat?” you ask, furrowing your eyebrows at him before focusing on putting your keys in your bag. besides, you’re not sure that you could keep this up if you kept making eye contact with him.

“i- well,” he tries, stopping himself and starting again. he gets a bit more traction, regains a bit more of the ground that he lost the second you looked that good standing in your doorway. “a date? i’m not sure i’m dressed up enough for a date-”

“i think you look really nice,” you say, holding eye contact with him as long as you can bare it. you don’t dare look down, don’t allow yourself the pleasure of taking him in, not yet. instead, you place your hand on his chest for just a fraction of a moment, just enough for the flat of your palm to feel a single heartbeat, and then you turn to walk down the hall.

you’re already making your way towards the elevator, nodding your head towards the exit as if he hasn’t also lived there the past 2 months. “hey! you stole my line!” god, he’s not used to this. he stammers as he jogs to catch up to you. guess you’re not the one that looks like an idiot this time.

“gotta be quicker than that,” you say, turning around once you’ve gotten to the elevator, putting your weight into your heels as he takes two long strides to catch up with you. in those two long strides, you let yourself falter, breath catching as you make the mistake of taking him in as he steps right in front of you.

his blonde hair is no longer tangled in the back, but you still find yourself wanting to run your fingers through it, still find yourself wanting to know how easy it is to get as tangled as it was yesterday, still find yourself wanting to hear the sound that comes out of him when you grab a fistful. the neatness of it all is making it even worse.

he’s wearing a different jacket this time, dark denim, no longer shirtless underneath but wearing a plain white t-shirt that’s loosely tucked into his cuffed -fucking cuffed- tan pants. his bangs are no longer resting against his forehead, instead pushed up and back revealing more of his face, revealing more of this two step behind expression on his face.

and, fuck, if you couldn’t look at that forever.

it’s gone too soon, replaced by a devilish smile, hand out in front of him as he steps closer to you, palm upturned as reaches towards you. your eyes widen despite wanting to flutter shut and you’re about to lean into his touch when he continues his motion right past you, clicking the elevator button and letting his hand linger, halfway bracketing you in. “gotta be quicker than that,” he says.

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you let him choose where the two of you go for lunch, a small little cafe at the very edge of town, away from the business of the campus and the multitude of college students. you had never been there before, this small hidden gem in the vicinity of a crazy college town.

atsumu also chooses your booth, sliding into a secluded one in the corner of the cafe away from the few patrons on laptops or coffee dates. “so did i do a good job choosing our first date place?” he asks.

you’re amused, you won’t lie. and you know that you’re the one that brought up the date joke in the first place, but there’s something about the way that he says “first date” that makes it feel a bit too real. still, you play along, tapping your chin, chewing on your bottom lip, swerving your head from side to side. “really great, but i don’t know how you’re going to top it for our second one.”

he smirks. you’ve pulled a smirk from him. he leans forwards, arms crossed over one another on the table. “i’m not usually a second date typa guy,” he admits and there’s absolutely no way that your face isn’t bright fucking red. whatever feelings you were feeling yesterday are nothing compared to this moment. your stomach feels like it’s going to come up your throat and you have to make a quick decision as a whimper threatens to leave along with it.

ahem. you clear your throat, shaking your head as you do, covering your mouth, hoping that it covers part of the burning in your cheeks. he doesn’t give you any time to recover. “so maybe let’s not call this our first date so that i can actually take you out sometime,” he follows up. it’s not making your situation much better.

you reach your hand out, wrapping it around his forearm, not expecting it to feel so strong in your grasp, but you suppose that was your misjudgement. you tighten your grip, begging for the attention to be taken off your face and given to the contact you’ve just created. “we’ll see how good of company you are for lunch, first, yeah?”

he speaks after a second, nodding along, “that seems fair.”

and then it’s quiet, but neither of you seem to mind, not when you have these few moments to just sit there looking at each other, your nails gently scraping against his skin.

you break the silence first, “so, what do you do for fun?”

“oh, hm, well, i-,” he stammers, laughing, obviously not expecting that question. “i play volleyball a bit and i go to parties and i mean, yea, that’s basically how i spend my freetime.” maybe that was a bit easier of an answer than a different girl every night. he’s about to reciprocate the question when an older woman stops by the table.

“the usual, atsumu?” the waitress asks, a light, friendly touch placed on his shoulder.

the question takes you by surprise, repeats in your head as you rattle off your order as politely as you can while you put the pieces together. what are you thinking. what are you thinking. what are you thinking.

of course he’s been there before. he’s probably taken a handful of his one night stands here. the nights that you’ve spent struggling to fall asleep or at maki’s or in the library probably started right here with a conversation very similar to the one that you’re having now. you weren’t above having a one night stand. you weren’t judging him for having many of them. you weren’t even regretting this lunch because you’ve just been reminded of the fact that you’re not special in the eyes of miya atsumu.

you’re regretting the fuck-me eyes you’re flashing and the less than clean thoughts that you’re having because you’re not going to fuck your neighbor who is notorious for one night stands are you kidding.

suddenly the booth seems a bit too warm, shifting in your seat, taking your hands and putting them back on your side of the table. you still smile at him sweetly. you still shoot him a few flirty questions. you still ogle at him from your side of the table, but that’s as far as it’s going to go you decide.

/++/

he walks you back to your door which isn’t really saying much since he lives right next to it. you’re not sure if he’s going to try to talk to you again after he realizes that you’re not interested in taking this further than what it is right now. maybe he’s holding out hope or thinking that you’ll break in the next 24 hours or by the time he asks you out to dinner inevitably, because you’ve never been extraordinarily great at reading body language, but his is loud and clear. he wants to kiss you or move your hair out of your face or hug you or stroke your cheek or something.

his body is leaning forward, not actively, just positionally, but he leaves room for you to make the move and as much as you want to close the gap, fumble with his door handle until you can pull him inside, and finally be the one who can enjoy atsumu’s one night stand for once, you motion to your door. “i’ve gotta get ready to meet a few friends, but i’m sure i will see you around.”

you fish your key out of your bag, unlocking the door, ready to say one final goodbye before entering your own room, but he says, “wait!” you do so. “can i have your number?”

you chuckle, furrowing your eyebrows at the thought. “what do you need my phone number for? you live right next to me?” you prop the door open with your foot, grabbing onto the door frame instead.

“right and how well did that work for us seeing each other all semester?” he asks, “besides, what if i want to bother you when you’re not home?”

with your freehand that isn’t on the frame, you mimic your motion from before, resting the flat of your palm against atsumu’s sternum, patting a few times, “take a number.” and if luck and karma was on your side, the smirk and wink that you throw at him will have him just as stunned outside of his door as you were last night.

/++/

as soon as you’ve closed the door, you let out a breath you’re not even really sure you knew you were holding. what were you thinking? flirting with your neighbor that you know is having one night stand after one night stand? flirting with your neighbor that is super inconsiderate and doesn’t care about the people around him he’s affecting? flirting with your neighbor that is incredibly fucking hot and that you have incredible chemistry with? flirting with your neighbor that you could be fucking right now if you had just played your cards right instead of having to hear him fuck some other girl tonight? shit. what were you thinking?

you shake your head, sitting down at your desk and finally checking your phone.

2 new messages.

> issei / 1:03 pm > can you fucking believe yn blew us off today without so much as a text

> maki <3 / 1:04 pm > maybe she’s sleeping right through lunch.

shit. how did you forget that you were supposed to have lunch with them today instead. well i mean you know why you forgot. but how could you forget to even just text them and let them know.

< 3:23 pm < shit sorry guys.

> kawa / 3:32 pm > sorry really isn’t going to get you out of admitting that you didn’t tell lover boy off last night???????????

< 3:32 pm < are u guys at ur dorm??? < i’m coming over

> maki <3 / 3:43 pm > hajime’s at class > the rest of us are

> hajime / 3:45 pm > i want to know? > and if i get a footnotes version > i will be so mad

> maki <3 / 3:46 pm > then don’t be in class, loser

> maki <3 / 3:48 pm > i’m sorry. it was a joke.

> maki <3 / 3:52 pm > guys please.

< 4:04 pm < omw to save maki’s ass

> maki <3 / 4:04 pm > and that’s why i love u.

/++/

you feel like you’ve been talking for ages, explaining everything, not sparing any little detail (except for the feelings, you definitely left the feelings out). the three men look at you in disbelief. oikawa takes a deep breath and then closes his mouth and then opens it once more, “okay, yn, when we said to confront your neighbor, we didn’t mean…” his voice trails off, but your brain fills in the blanks.

“i know,” you say through your teeth, “i obviously know in theory that i shouldn’t be flirting with my neighbor who is obviously trying to get with me.” all three of them stare back at you, waiting for a but, “...but, i don’t know, he’s just really attractive.”

“hardly an excuse,” maki responds from behind you on the couch.

“that’s because you don’t know what it’s like to have that effect on someone,” issei says, shrugging as if it were just fact. it causes you and oikawa to burst out in laughter, maki’s cheeks tinged with soft red as a result.

catching your breath, you sigh, “no, maki’s right, i know it’s not an excuse and i’m not going to do it,” you pause, blowing out air, “he’s just kinda cool to hang out with. the banter is fun and he’s nice to look at and i’m not sure i know how to hang out with him without excessively flirting with him.”

“i’m sure it’s not that hard, yn,” maki quips, voice evidently joking in a way that actually makes the situation weirdly easier. he is right. you did manage the rest of the day.

“don’t mind him,” issei rests a hand on your shoulder and you catch his attention just long enough to catch the smirk that comes with it, “maki’s just jealous he’s not your only crush now.”

“yea, yn, maybe i’m just jealous i’m not your only crush now,” maki repeats, arms folded.

“hey, i mean, it doesn’t matter, anyway,” you shake your head, “i don’t think he’s going to be trying to talk to me after he finds out that i’m not planning on having sex with him.” you stand up from the couch, placing your hand softly on maki’s shoulder, “you will soon be my only crush once again.”

“good. that’s how it should be.” maki gives a short nod.

“sure, behind me and hajime,” issei responds back and you’re already getting a bad feeling about the quizzical look on maki’s face. oikawa scoffs, a rebuttal already coming out of his mouth, but he’s interrupted.

“really? because yn actually said that i was her favorite,” maki says sweetly despite the destruction he’s about to bring to the room.

a volume of protests erupt from the other two men sitting in the room. “oh! look at the time! i’ve gotta head back!” you say, checking your nonexistent watch and backing up towards the door.

“fine! leave! traitor!” oikawa scowls. you blow the group a small kiss before slipping out of the room.

/++/

unfortunately for a lot of people, atsumu surprises you. unfortunate for maki, your second crush; your friend group for missing out on your typical presence; your own expectations; and you’re sure, atsumu, who just wanted to have sex with his cute neighbor.

he doesn’t just hang out with you once more and then decide to stop talking to you. he hangs out with you 6(7?) times in the next few days: lunch every day, a walk to the corner store, dinner, and a 45 minute talk in the hallway if you count that as hanging out. brought on either bumping into you or deliberately knocking on your door to coerce you into doing something with him.

by the third hangout, he meets your energy, flirting with you in tiny quantities, no more than he would flirt with a close friend. and it feels almost impossible, but you’re getting the suspicion that he actually wants to be friends with you. he has a million girls to choose from that he doesn’t have to try nearly as hard for, so why else would he continue to hang out with you like this?

he makes it so easy to want to be friends with him. after your initial infatuation wears off, he’s just atsumu, stupid, annoying, really attractive, super funny, ravishingly charming atsumu. and more than any of this, he makes it so easy because his room has been so quiet these past few days. you’ve gotten a good night’s sleep every single day since you started hanging out more regularly.

there’s a tiny part of you that wants to chalk that up to you and how much you’ve been hanging out, but during one of your lunches he tells you about how rough volleyball is and that, unfortunately, makes more sense than him meeting you caused him to not want to fuck other people.

“i literally don’t have time for anything,” he said, shoving food into his mouth, checking his watch. “it has been nonstop practices, prep, training, matches.” he shook his head.

“right, but you have time to hang out with me,” you pointed out.

he laughed, lips spread wide to show his perfect smile, “okay. i have time for one thing and that is you, i guess.” he paused, swallowing his food. you could’ve fill the silence with more teasing and bantering, but you just waited patiently for him to speak again, not because you were trying to impress him, but because you could see that he was about to say something and you didn’t want to miss it. “i love volleyball, of course i do, but i’m ready to slow down just a little bit.” he made a pinching motion with his fingers. “‘m really glad spring break is this week. ready to get back to some routine at least.”

that’s exactly where atsumu is right now, fitting in another practice when he’s supposed to be eating because he gets an entire week off just like everyone else but unlike everyone else, he has to physically prepare for that.

“god, the first lunch that we’ve had with just the two of us in-” he checks his phone, “5 days.” he shakes his head disapprovingly. “unacceptable.” you set your lunch down on the picnic table.

“i know, i know, i’m sorry,” you say, swinging your leg over the bench.

maki shrugs, “sorry isn’t good enough, i need you to make it up to me.”

“what do you want me to-,” you start, throwing your hands up in the air, ready, in the back of your mind, to give him the cookie in your bag that you really got for yourself.

“yn?” you hear from behind you. you don’t need to look to know who it is, that voice has permanently ingrained in your head this week.

“y’know what, this works. this counts,” maki says as atsumu approaches your table.

“maki, i swear to go-,” you start again and atsumu unintentionally interrupts you again, walking up close enough to your table. “hey!”

you notice that jacket from the first time you met and those shorts from the first time you met and those shoulders from the first time you met and that messy hair and crooked smile. you notice all of those, easily enough to recognize when you’ve seen it all before, but there is something there on his face that isn’t as easy to recognize, because you haven’t seen it before.

“are you just getting back from practice?” you ask.

atsumu runs his fingers through his already messed up hair, combing through the brassy locks before nodding his head, “yeah, i just got done. tomorrow’s the last one until we get back from break.”

“you told me this morning when we left at the same time, yes,” you tease, pointing for emphasis. he would normally play right back, poke fun or just laugh at your observation, but instead his eyes keep flicking over to maki.

“oh! sorry, i didn’t- yea, this is atsumu,” you nod towards atsumu, “he’s-.”

“you’re yn’s neighbor,” maki fills in all by himself, “the volleyball guy.”

“amongst other things,” atsumu adds on.

“you sure are,” maki smirks, “i’m maki.” he gives a small wave, and you know that he’s purposely omitting a title.

“maki’s just a friend,” you blurt, trying to slouch your shoulders and lean back to seem more casual, like the statement you just said wasn’t so pointed, like you couldn’t feel the tension. you swear to god you watch atsumu’s shoulders mirror yours.

“well, it’s nice to meet you,” atsumu replies. it’s not as dry as it could be, evidently shaking off whatever it was he was feeling a few moments ago, but the second that he turns to you and talks, it’s warm, “i’ll catch you later, okay?”

“yes! we still have stuff to go over before tomorrow!” you yell towards him even though he’s only taken 3 baby steps backwards.

“alright, alright, quit you’re yellin’,” he smiles, “you know where to find me.”

you watch him turn around and jog away, brisk and perfect form, and you’re not sure if you let out a lovey sigh or if it’s hanamaki mocking you or if you just thought it. anyway you slice it, there was a lovey sigh as he was jogging back.

“oh my god he absolutely wants to fuck you,” maki laughs, “and we are even for like the next 10 things you do, oh my god that was so worth it.”

you punch his shoulder, narrowing your eyes, “not. cool.”

“9 now. 9 things.”

/++/

true to his word, you knew exactly where to find him.

when he opens his door, you’re expecting him to look irritated or bothered or uninterested for having to do this, but he greets you with a half-smile and steps out into the hallway with you. “okay,” you step into your room. “i’ve color coded them and i’ve included a chart. you literally can’t fuck it up. whatever the color, you refer to the little chart and you check the time slot when you’ve watered them, got it?”

“yn, i’m not going to kill your plants,” atsumu deadpans. “you know where i live.”

you let your giggles escape you, “are you ever going to stop using that joke?”

he pauses for a second, and in that second you realize how close he’s standing to you, how softly he’s looking you in the eyes, “maybe when you stop laughing at it.”

you turn away from him quickly, trying your best to hide the warmth in your cheekbones. “okay. noted,” you only half joke. “just,” you walk over to the chart beside the window sill titled atsumu’s plant checklist (pls dont kill these guys) ♡ “follow the chart and you’re right, you will not kill them.”

“got it,” atsumu nods genuinely.

you point at him. “and in return,” you turn around and tap on the 10 digits in the bottom corner of the paper. “i am finally giving you my phone number.”

atsumu fakes a gasp, “for bothering you when you’re not home?”

“no! no. you will use this for emergency’s only. i am entrusting you with my dorm key,” you wave it in your hand above your head, “and if anything happens-,” you say, backing up, shaking your head.

“nothing’s going to happen,” atsumu steps forward with you as you back up, lunging forward and grabbing your wrist, “now what are you so afraid of?” he doesn’t let go of your wrist, not as he cocks his head to the side and lowers your hand, pushing his fingers into your fist to grab the loosely held key.

“okay then,” you say, quiet, really quiet because he’s pretty close and you don’t need to be screaming into his ear and your stomach is not letting you talk any louder, “i will see you in two weeks.”

he drops your wrist, slowly, not all at once, lets you feel his soft skin on yours until the very last second. “me, and all of your very alive plants, will see you in two weeks.”

unlike most everyone else on campus, you were leaving for two weeks instead of one, split equally between spring break free time and a university sanctioned event. this meant a really cool and fun two weeks away from classes and the mundane. it also meant two weeks away from maki and atsumu and your plants and your bed.

you grab your duffle bag that you had packed previously, slinging it over your shoulder. both you and atsumu leave your room. atsumu locks the door with your key, checking that the door is properly locked like you’ve never seen him do with his own. “two weeks,” he says, pointing at you as you walk down the hallway. you shake your head, “two weeks.”

bzzzz bzzzz. before you’re even out of the building you get a text.

> unknown / 7:20 pm > about your plants… > have a safe trip 😚

yeah, your trip wouldn’t be so bad.

/++/

> 12:34 pm > i’m back in 10, pls let’s get foooood

> tsumu / 12:35 pm > for sure. drop ur bags and we’re going > srsly 1 minute and im leaving without u

you did exactly that, opened your door for just a fraction of a second to throw your bag inside and then started banging on atsumu’s door, not stopping until he’s opened it, not even when he yells, “i’m coming, i’m coming, hold on.” when the door flings open, you’re met with maybe too many emotions, namely excitement and a realization of just how much you missed him. “god, so impatient,” is what’s coming out of his mouth before his eyes have settled on you, his face contorted into playful annoyance. the end of the sentence trails off and the playful annoyance is replaced with a smile and an expression similar to the one you’re wearing.

there is no hesitance, from either of you, as you extend your arms out and wrap them around him. his arms follow suite at the exact same speed as if both of you had the idea at the exact same time, mutually exclusive in this reaction to seeing each other for the first time in two weeks. his arms clasping around your waist tightly, strongly and you try to match the squeeze as much as you can and you’re wondering if he’s feeling as safe as you are right now.

you don’t even have it in your head to feel off about how closely the two of you are pressed together, not when you’re breathing in his scent, clean and a pinprick dab of soft cologne, not when you can feel his heartbeat against the side of your cheek. and definitely not when he squeezes you just a fraction tighter as he says, “missed ya.” there’s no way he didn’t feel your heart skip a beat.

truthfully, there wasn’t a single day during that 2 weeks that you didn’t text with atsumu. but, the same could be said about maki, so it’s not really that big of a deal, right? though, you suppose, maki wasn’t the first person that you texted the second you stepped foot back on campus. and maki wasn’t the one that you spent a solid minute hugging within the first minute you saw him. and maki wasn’t sitting in front of you eating lunch now, a lingering smile on his face that hasn’t quite left from that moment. and maki didn’t buy you lunch as a welcome back present.

but it’s still not that big of a deal.

“what is that supposed to mean?!” you laugh, leaning forward, eyebrows knit together and, you’re sure, an adorably confused look on your face.

“i meant what i said, i get it,” atsumu tries, putting his hands up in faux defeat.

“you get why this 50 year old man tried to give me a keycard to go back to his room with him?” you repeat, trying to make sure that you’re actually hearing him correctly.

“game recognize game,” he shrugs.

“you’re fucking ridiculous,” you shake your head, but you’re not even trying to hide the huge grin, laughing as you reach over to atsumu’s plate and pick a french fry off of it. there’s a pause, a beat, that just feels natural as it passes, but as soon as he’s said his next sentence, you know that moment was thoughtful, tactical, maybe even used to muster up some courage, if not just to weigh some pros and cons.

“i mean, god, i really was trying to fuck you the first time we hung out,” atsumu says, admits, lets escape into such a crowded space, but the statement is gone as quickly as it came, carried away by the volume of the public space that you’re in. you knew this. of course you knew this, but there was still something so taboo about him saying it to your face.

what’s his angle here? you don’t even know how to respond, so you tease him, “yea, well, maybe you shouldn’t have been so insufferable and i would’ve fucked you.” you shrug your shoulders, stealing another fry.

he laughs, then, but it tapers out at the end. was that not the answer that he wanted? what was the answer that he wanted? you look at him, really look, as much as you can without seeming weird, and his smile is still as bright and his shoulders aren’t any more slumped, but there’s something in his eyes, a tiny damper that you might even have mistaken for hurt.

you wait for something to change in your conversation, but he keeps throwing jokes your way, keeps asking you about your trip, telling you about his week of school without you. the rest of your conversation goes on like normal for the most part, if not just a touch less flirty on atsumu’s end.

/++/

by the time you make it back to your room, it’s dark outside. between swiping notes from people from various classes and getting dinner with maki and hanging out with oikawa and iwa and issei at their dorm, when you actually make it to your room it’s nearly 2 in the morning. you pat at your pockets, search your tote bag, shit.

his shitty ass handwriting catches your eye. if you are not yn do not take this key. holy shit he’s a dumb ass. still, you’re grateful that he thought this far ahead at least. what if someone stole it? or just went into your room? you shake your head, moving one door over, ready to both thank him and reprimand him.

you’re about to knock on his door and then you hear it, because it’s really been ingrained in your head since the beginning of the semester, this rhythm, this noise. and you know exactly what it is. you’re looking for it now. it’s faint, but you’re listening for it. and yet, you still end up inside your room, because no matter how confident you were that that is what you were hearing in the hallway, it would be louder in your room and louder meant it was actually happening.

it’s unmistakable, really, but you put your hand on the wall just to make sure.

it’s been weeks since you’ve dealt with this, weeks since you’ve had to hear this, weeks since you’ve met atsumu and got to know him and flirted with him and got lunch with him every day and let him text you and trusted him to plantsit for you.

you move away from the wall, stand up from your bed, and walk over to set your tote bag and notes down on your desk, needing to get rid of the things that are weighing you down because you feel heavy enough as it is right now.

but sitting on your desk instead is the chart that you left atsumu, completely filled out with random smiley faces and check marks and doodles on each day and there is a new color on the bottom with one poorly drawn added box and a large, similarly badly drawn, star inside of it. next to the chart is a small cactus with the coordinated color tab wrapped around its base and a note that reads

??? cactuses are easier to take care of. please get more so next time it’s easier to take care of them. - atsumu

p.s. you’re welcome for the new plant

p.p.s AND for keeping all of your plants alive.

p.p.p.s welcome back. i missed havin u around.

p.p.p.p.s. it’s 2 days until you’re back dont hold this against me. been too quiet without u around.

for the few minutes that you’re reading and rereading the note, the sound fades away. but now you’re wishing the note was never ending because it’s back and it’s loud and fuck. fucking miya atsumu.

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Forget-me-not - Eddie Munson x Reader

Forget-me-not (Myosotis) - Meaning: Don't forget me, remembrance

Summary: Reader visits Eddie's grave. Little does she know what awaits her there.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Word Count: 958

Warnings: Drug use (reader smokes weed), ANGST (with a happy-ish ending), dead!Eddie, Reader was part of ST4 events, cemetery setting, Vampire!Eddie, blood

Day 17 is another angsty one but I think it ends on a positive note. I love Eddie, and I fully believe the Cas storyline is what we'll see in season 5 cuz there's no freakin way I will just forget about this sweet metalhead, you hear me Duffers??

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You held your breath for as long as you could, feeling the smoke invade your lungs before sputtering it loose. The smoke filled the inside of your shitty beater car. You knew you’d reek of it for the rest of the day but you didn’t care.

You hadn’t cared about much for the last few months. Not since Eddie died.

Taking another hit, you glanced over at your passenger seat. A bundle of fresh cut flowers — white daisies, the flowers Eddie had brought you on your first date because he heard they were your favorite. A pang of sadness hit you right in the gut, like a punch and you blew out the smoke, feeling the calming effect of the weed.

You’d only been here a few times since the funeral. It was difficult to bring yourself here, to stand where his uncle had buried an empty coffin and pretend Eddie was down there instead of stuck in the hellish landscape that was the Upside-Down.

God, everything was so fucked up.

The whole town was convinced he was a bloodthirsty maniac who deserved what he got. Only you, Wayne, and Hellfire club knew him for what he’d been. A sweet, brave, incredible guy who lived in his imagination because reality was difficult.

He’d called you ‘princess’ and ‘love’ and drove you to and from school every day in his van, holding your hand the whole way there. He planted kisses on your cheeks when you passed in the halls and wrote you little love notes that he snuck between the pages of your notebook or textbooks so you’d find them later.

He’d been so gentle when he took your virginity (after having listened to your long-winded feminist rant about how virginity was a “bullshit patriarchal concept”). Every touch and sigh and moan etched on your memory forever. Afterward, he cleaned you up and wrapped you in his lanky arms and told you he loved you for the first time, his big doe eyes shining in the dim light of his room.

You’d been so incredibly, irrevocably in love with him. And he was gone.

If you didn’t get out of the car now, you never would, so you stubbed out your blunt and grabbed the flowers and got out. The cemetery was quiet, despite being next to a busy highway. It was early evening, the sun hanging low in the sky and casting everything in an orange glow. Walking through the rows and rows of headstones until you found the familiar name.

‘Edward Munson’

‘Now at Peace’

Except that wasn’t the truth. His body was rotting in another dimension, probably torn to shreds and completely unrecognizable by now.

“Hey, love,” you said to the chunk of granite. “I brought daisies.” You crouched, laying the bouquet in front of the headstone before plucking out a few longer blades of grass that threatened to obscure his name.

You sat down in front of it, not really sure what to do. Talk to him? Cry? Another long feminist rant about how you hated the idea of marriage but how you would’ve married him in a heartbeat?

Because you would’ve.

“I’m sorry, baby,” you said, absentmindedly picking at the grass around you. “I should’ve gone with you and Dustin. I could have dragged you back so at least you’d be here and not there. If I’d been there, you’d be home. Or maybe you…” you trailed off with a long sigh. “It’s no use living in the past, is it? Except that’s where you are, it’s the only place you are right now and I can’t — how do I keep going on without you? I just want to hear you laugh again, Eddie. Feel your arms around me one more time…”

Tears spilled down your cheeks. The gaping wound in your chest reopened and you doubled over, letting yourself sob. You cried until the sun disappeared, at some point laying down on your side in the fetal position.

At some point you must’ve fallen asleep, because you woke up sometime later to a brush against your cheek. Your eyes fluttered open and you shivered in the chilly night air as you sat up, looking around. You had the strange feeling you weren’t alone.

The sound of leaves rustling behind you made you turn, and you choked on your gasp.

Sitting on top of his own headstone, looking a little worse for wear but still beautiful, was Eddie. His clothes were torn, but free of blood. His curls were frizzing out under his bandana, and his rings glinted in the moonlight.

He looked up at you from under his brow and smiled wickedly, “Hello, princess.”

You scrambled toward him, a fresh wave of tears falling down your cheeks. Eddie met you in the middle, kneeling in front of his headstone and welcoming you into his embrace which you dove into, clutching his leather jacket and burying your face in his neck.

“Shh, princess, I’m here,” he muttered soothingly. Placing kisses from your cheek down to your neck, you barely registered a pinching pain from his teeth. He groaned. “Ohh, you taste so good. Missed you so much, so sweet for me…”

You sniffled and pulled back from him to look him in the eyes — his big brown eyes that you swore you could drown in — but your gaze was drawn down to his chin, covered in something that made it dark. With a shaking hand, you reached up and traced his lower lip, gathering some of the substance.

Blood.

You looked back at Eddie, who was still holding you and gazing down at you like he always had. Full of love, hope, all-encompassing joy.

And then he smiled, revealing two long, razor-sharp fangs.

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𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄: 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄

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⬩ pairing(s) sebastian "sebby" garvey (original male character) x musician!reader, carmen "carmy" berzatto x musician!reader, (brief) luca davies-bernardi x musician!reader

⬩ warning(s) language, toxic/emotionally abusive relationship, sad girl!reader (but it's okay bc it's gonna get better!), nervous!carmen, a hint of the crush on your professor trope, basically everything that comes with being a self-doubting music student, anxiety, mention of injury (burn), mean boyfriend alert :(

⬩ author's note super excited to post this. it's been in the works since july! special special thank you to my loves @nolita-fairytale and @arctvrvs! they've been down in the weeds with me as this story materialized, and should basically be seen as betas considering how much i was able to lean on them while creating this story. this one is near and dear to my heart, and i hope you all enjoy as much as i do writing it. a lot more to come, so stay tuned!

⬩ word count 4.7k

A stage is a hard thing to command. That fact is one of the first things you learn when stepping onto it. Just the sheer act of pretending like one is comfortable with doing so takes hours of preparation; late nights full of callous skin and cramping muscles; dry eyes from staring at the same two measures, listening to the same four beats; and more dedication than one ever thinks one can give.

But it is wonderful. And, God, does it make you feel alive.

That feeling one gets from knowing that you hold the attention of the entire room. The action of creating a sound or movement big enough to reach the very back wall of the recital hall. To reach and affect the furthest person in the furthest seat.

However, tonight is not your night to conquer those feats or enjoy that attention. Instead, you get to act as a member of the audience, residing in a plush seat near the very front of the stage. It’s a little uncomfortable, but the way Sebastian glides his bow across the strings of his violin more than makes up for it. He makes it look effortless, but you know it’s anything but.

No one can look away from where Seb stands at the left of the conductor. His movements are seamless–suave and mesmerizing. His playing even more so, the quiver of his vibrato touching enough to make Hilary Hahn shed a tear or two. Full of character yet seeped in control, it causes you to look at him like he hangs the stars.

You don’t even glance down to reposition the bouquet of red petunias in your lap. Tonight is Sebastian’s night, and nothing will stop you from catching every single note of the first movement of Mendelssohn’s Violin Concerto in E Minor Op. 64. The piece ends with a high-energy tutti–every performer’s sound becoming one–and you’re the first one on your feet after the conductor cuts off the final note.

The rest of the room joins in your standing and clapping, several whistles of admiration filtering from the crowd to the stage. Sebastian, his smile as wide as it’ll ever get, takes his bow.

The roar of applause grows a little louder. Your hands hurt from clapping, but you can’t care.

It was wonderful. He’s wonderful.

A small grin tugs at your lips at the sight of Sebastian turning to shake hands with Abeni–the Concertmaster and one of your fellow classmates–and Dr. Hansen–the conductor and highly respected orchestral music professor. Your smile blossoms further when the entire orchestra (which mostly consists of orchestral performance majors) takes a final bow. The relief visibly lifts off his shoulders, into the air of the concert hall, and blankets right over you.

Although it squeezes and tenses most of your muscles, you’re able to keep a pleasant, proud expression. Smile unfaltering. Clap never breaking in rhythm. It takes you absolutely no effort to fake the dread pooling inside your stomach. You’ve gotten quite good at it, actually.

How’s the saying go? Practice makes perfect.

.・゜゜・

Sebastian’s been a magnet as long as you’ve known him. He easily attracts anyone within the near vicinity. Now is no different as everyone from professors to members of the orchestra surround and congratulate him. You stand and wait patiently a few feet away as Sebastian jokes with the principal cellist, Kenny, with light eyes. Your usual place, but you don’t mind it.

It isn’t until Kenny points you out to Sebastian that he turns to you. Face brighter than the sun, you drag your gaze over the suit you helped him pick out for tonight. He’s already loosened his tie and undone the top two buttons. And taken off his suit jacket, which you suspect is bunched up somewhere backstage. You’ll have to remind him to hang it up properly tonight. So it doesn’t wrinkle. Flicking your eyes back up, you’re heart speeds at the way he steps over toward you.

“That was amazing, Sebby,” you breathe out after traveling over, hand reaching to settle a hand on his cheek. “You’re amazing.”

Sebastian sends you a half smile. His hand reaches for yours. He gives it a small squeeze before letting it drop.

“Thank you, darling,” he rushes out, pressing an even faster kiss on your forehead. “Go fetch my things, yeah? Can’t be late to my own get-together.”

You blink and clutch the bouquet. He doesn’t even glance at the flowers before departing with an arm around Kenny, laughing to him and a few others about how close he was to fucking up a measure in the middle of his first piece. You blink again. Bite the skin inside your cheek.

“Okay, yeah.”

Your attempt at an answer reaches nowhere near his ears and ends up trailing off into nothing.

It takes you all of ten minutes to gather Sebby’s belongings–both his violin cases, suit jacket, and music binder. The bouquet and your purse are still in your grasp as well, and you’re certain you look something foolish as you struggle toward the building’s exit. Balancing his items along with your own proves to be just as difficult as it sounds. You bumble and nearly drop one of the cases, but what makes your chest jump is the unexpected call of your name. A sigh of relief leaves you when you turn and see a familiar pair of warm, brown eyes.

Dr. Henry Solano. Department Chair of Composition at the Royal Danish Academy of Music. Your trusted advisor. And the only reason you haven’t gone completely insane during your recital preparation.

“Need some help?” It sounds like a question, but he’s already over and lifting the violin cases out of your hands with a knowing grin before you can answer. You give him a small thank you and sheepish expression. He nods at you and holds open the door. It isn’t until both of you are outside and several steps away from the building that Henry clears his throat.

“While I wanna ask what kind of guy leaves his girlfriend to carry all his shit, I think my time would be better spent asking you about how you think your recital prep is going.”

You sigh. “He’s just inside saying goodbye to a few people. And it’s going good, I’m actually really excited.”

There’s a wobble in your answer that you hope Henry doesn’t notice.

“But?”

The single word pulls another sigh from you.

“...I’m really fucking nervous,” you release with a laugh and Henry has to chuckle alongside you. “Probably more nervous than excited, if I’m being honest.”

“If it makes you feel any better, what we went over a few days ago sounded great,” Henry tells you. “You might not think you’re ready, but I know you are. Wouldn’t let the program happen if you weren’t.”

Something in his voice allows you to breathe easily. For now, at least. His deep, steady tone has been a sense of comfort, a place of ease ever since you moved to the City of Spires. He’s always been there, whether your problems have to do with a tricky rhythmic passage or with your family back at home.

“This is you, right?”

You nod as Henry points out your nearby… something. You don’t bother to remember the name of the make and model. It’s somewhere on the registration papers stuffed in the glove compartment.

“Yep,” you tell him, fishing the keys out of your pocket and popping the trunk. “I really appreciate it, Prof.”

Henry shakes his head as he slides the violin cases into the vehicle. He even grabs Seb’s suit jacket and binder, placing them neatly in the back before shutting the trunk.

“It’s no problem, hun” he promises and you can tell he means it. “And I was serious about what I said earlier. You’re gonna kill it. I’m certain.”

A warm feeling blossoms throughout your chest. You bite the inside of your cheek and glance down at the flowers still in your grasp. Before you can even realize what you’re doing, you hold out the bouquet with a small smile.

“Here. As a thank you.”

Henry huffs out a laugh, scratching the back of his head. He purses his lips, eyes softening at your action.

“No, I couldn’t–”

“I insist,” you nod, pushing them closer to the now bashful professor. “As an extra thank you. Not just for this, but the entire semester. And the four others before that.”

Henry sighs at your words, staring at you. Then the flowers. Then back at you. Finally, he takes them delicately, and your face brightens in victory. It’s the least you could do.

“Thank you.”

His words are quiet but moving. He observes the flowers with a meaningful intention and you blink when he carefully removes one from the bouquet and hands it back to you. It takes everything inside you to force away the wave of wetness that wants to pool at your eyes.

You grab the single petunia, so bright and red, and take a moment to treasure how pretty it is.

“I’ll see you on Monday. Three, right?”

A nod from Henry.

“Uh-huh. And do me a favor and don’t look at any of the music until tomorrow evening at the latest. Give your brain a little break.” He wants to laugh at the way your eyebrows pinch together but doesn’t. “I’m serious. Don’t need you overanalyzing shit this close to the performance.”

A breath blows from your lips and you lull your head to the side. Well, there go your plans for tomorrow morning.

“Fine.”

“Good,” Henry winks with a kind hand on your shoulder. “See you Monday.”

With that, he’s gone. Whisking himself away further into the parking lot and making sure to hold his gift from you upright. You nibble at your bottom lip, looking back at your flower. Raising it, it just about reaches your nose. Only a hint of sweetness meets your nose before a loud hoot cuts through the silence, startling you.

The flower drops from your hands, onto the hard cement beneath you. You hurry to try and pick it back up but the flash of a familiar face prevents you from doing so.

“There you are, come on!”

A sloppy kiss presses into your cheek and you just barely conceal a frown at the unpleasantly wet feeling it leaves behind. You’re suddenly surrounded by a rowdy group of Kenny, Emil, Lars, and Seb. The latter with a heavy hand around your arm as he pulls you to the driver’s seat of the car.

“Need you to drive. You’re the only one who knows the way to Anya’s place from here.”

You know for a fact that that’s not true, but Sebastian shoves the keys in your hand before you can remind him. You’re promptly shuffled into the driver’s seat, Lars who called shotgun settling in next to you. Through the rearview mirror, you see your boyfriend, Emil, and Kenny clamber into the back seat.

The four young men continue their hollers as you pull out of the parking space. You drive as they talk loudly, slapping the seats, full of post-performance adrenaline. There’s an attempt from you to laugh and joke along, but the flower from Henry sitting sad back on the pavement clouds your mind in a haze that lasts all the way to your destination.

.・゜゜・

Carmen’s head hurts. He’s been staring at the table of scribbles and drawings of potential dishes for hours now, and his head hurts. Nothing is working. Flavors are clashing and the color isn’t right.

“Fuck,” he spits out quietly, eyes reaching up to rub his eyes painfully hard. Nothing is fucking working. What the hell are these flavors? And don’t even get him started on the colors.

He carelessly drops his pencil, letting it bounce against the table and onto the floor. It falls next to the other seven he’s chucked down there. Fingers running through his greasy hair, Carmen sniffs. Break. He needs a break.

Luca is already out on the balcony, halfway done with his cigarette. A nasty habit he’d picked up under the stress of the kitchen, but he’s young. He can quit later.

Carmen doesn’t have to say a word as Luca plucks a smoke from his own pack and hands it to him. Carmen lights his cigarette with familiar ease, the action feeling automatic after all this time. He finds himself grateful when the gracious silence continues, yet his thankfulness leaves him at record speed when Luca rumbles out a quiet, “Still working on recipes?”

A wordless nod from Carmen pushed a mixture of smoke and a light laugh from Luca’s lips.

“You need a break, Carm.”

“I am taking a break. Right here, with you.”

“A real one–one that has nothing to do with making sure the colors on your plate match. You need to get outta the apartment. Get somewhere where I’m not the only person you see.”

It’s Carmen’s turn to laugh, and it’s almost bitter. “You’re the only person I like.”

Luca pauses at the words, a small smile decorating the drag he inhales.

“I’m flattered, mate. Really. Still taking you out tonight, though.”

Carmen’s eyebrows furrow almost painfully. He shakes his head and almost chokes at the smoke he let sit in his lungs for too long.

“I don’t wanna go to a party.”

“It’s not a party,” Luca clarifies, looking away from the currently calm sidewalk that lies nicely in front of their apartment and at Carmen. “Just something a friend of a friend invited me to. Some gathering at someone’s place over in Vanløse–”

Carmen’s speaking before he means to, his voice pinched in a whine.

“–I don’t wanna fuckin’ go.”

Luca stops, a look cutting over to the Berzatto with expertly subdued annoyance. God, he hates it when Carmen gets like this. Pissy and borderline rude and completely consumed in something he doesn’t need to be. He stares for one more moment, just to make Carmen feel it a bit, before smashing out his cigarette in the ashtray to his right. He’s turning to head back inside when a low sorry halts him.

“Sorry,” Carmen whispers out again. He searches helplessly for something else to say, eyes trailing down to Luca’s sneakers. Forest Green Campus 00s. Adidas. The pair Luca’s been looking forward to since the announcement of their return two months ago. “They look good.”

Luca follows Carmen’s gaze and has to bite back a proud smile. “...Thanks. Picked them up this morning. You know, I’ve still got an in with the guy, might be able to get you a pair. Whatever color.”

A slow nod bobs Carmen’s head. He turns back to the city, a long cloud of smoke streaming from his lips. “Maybe… maybe.”

As Luca turns to resume his journey back to the flat’s living room, one last mumble catches just inside his ear.

“I’ll go.”

The pastry chef grins to himself, sliding open the balcony door and leaving Carmen alone in the kind Copenhagen air of late afternoon. Carmen spills a heavy sigh. Only now does he remember the burn on his hand from yesterday’s mishap in the kitchen, still sore and fresh.

He really should patch that up.

.・゜゜・

Sebastian, Lars, Emil, and Kenny are tumbling out of the car before you pull it to a full stop. The quiet it brings doesn’t allow it to irritate you. If anything, you’re grateful for the lack of whatever the hell the four of them were rambling about on the drive over.

You take your time getting out of the vehicle, triple-checking to make sure it’s locked before falling into line behind the guys. They knock on Arya’s front food an obnoxious amount of times, and you can already imagine the look on her face when she swings it open.

“It’s open, you idiots,” Arya groans out as soon as she pulls open the door. Lars giggles childishly, and you feel a hand grab at your wrist. Seb. He yanks you into his side as he enters behind Kenny, Lars, and Emil.

Arya looks right past all of them, cementing her gaze onto you. She tugs you away from Seb, gently, squeezing a warm hug around you.

“Hi, love,” she breathes out over the already commotion of the music and guests in the other rooms.

When she breaks away, something inside you needs you to turn to Sebastian. Does he need anything? A snack? Drink? Drink, he definitely needs a drink after an already long evening of sonatas and concertos.

Arya can feel you thinking, the strain of the gears in your head bleeding out of you clear as day. She flicks her eyes to Sebastian, who’s already accompanying Emil to another room. Before you can turn any further, Arya links an arm with yours and guides you down the hall to your left.

“Wait, but,” you try, but she shushes you. “Arya…”

She tuts you one last time, shuffling you towards a closed door. She flicks it open, and you’re both inside before you get the chance to blink.

Arya’s bedroom.

A collage of old polaroids you watched her take on the pier of Svanemølle Beach is still taped to the side of her queen bed. The one you spent laying on for most of last summer, as you cried over the problems that attempted to follow you over the Atlantic. All the while Arya helps you through your tears with delicate hands and comforting whispers.

You smile at the fairy lights she has hung in the corner of the room. They’re just as warm as you remember.

“How’s work going?”

Arya lets out a sigh but smiles. She’s been working as a music teacher at a nearby primary school for the past several months–teaching children the more simple concepts of music theory. Arya had been in her last year of Music Education when you arrived on campus as a wide-eyed, shaky freshman. You’ve been under her wing ever since, staying close and growing closer as the two of you watched each other learn and age through womanhood. Shoulder by shoulder. Step by step. In many ways, she reminded you of your older sister. The nice one.

You wonder how she’s doing.

“It’s actually going really great,” she grins with something warm. “My co-workers are nice and the kids are sweethearts. I’m especially excited for when Christmas comes around. Hearing them sing those little carols I have planned for their holiday recital is going to have everyone melting. Oh! Speaking of recitals, how’s your prep going? Are you ready?”

A thick bile threatens to rise up your throat.

“Can we talk about something else, please?”

Arya squints her eyes with crossed arms and pursed lips. She thinks for a moment.

“Okay, fine. How’s the man-child?”

“...Can we talk about something else, please–”

Arya stops you with a scoff. “I just really don’t get it, darling. You deserve so much better than that. I mean, i’s why I dragged you away so quickly. So you couldn’t dote over him like he’s your kid.”

“I don’t dote on him,” you clarify, and the bile rises a little higher. “I just like to take care of him.”

Another sigh from Arya. This one’s longer and extra heavy. She just stares at you for a moment before stepping over and pressing a kiss into your forehead.

“Gotta go make sure Eli’s not fucking up anything, you know how he can get. Stay in here as long as you want, ‘kay?”

With that, Arya heads for the door. You don’t catch the sympathetic look she throws back to you before trekking down the hall, the clunk of her thick platform boots falling into a quiet nothing.

She got the job right out of graduation, which neither of you could believe. Yet you still celebrated the offer with plenty of fruit wine with a name on the label you don’t dare try to pronounce.

A burn heats your eyes. Snapping them shut, your fists clench. You feel as though you’re ten years old all over again. Standing in your room back home. Legs ratting. Little heart sore and broken.

Get over it a horribly familiar voice sneers inside your head, echoing with a darkness you still struggle to find yourself in. Get over it.

Your recovery happens in record time. It’s as though you blinked and you’re walking into the front room with a drink for Sebastian held safe in your hands. A simple plastic cup with an even simpler party punch mix that was made concocted by Arya a little while ago.

You make it to Sebastian, who’s busy chatting amongst a group of familiar faces. Lars and Kenny next to him, the two of them messily laughing and talking over one another. Lux across from them, to Sebastian’s right, giving an impressive attempt at trying to follow along the several spillages of words tumbling out around her.

A few others you recognize from campus are there, too, but your eyes gravitate towards Sebastian. Your hand is soft and careful as you graze it across his shoulder. The expression on his face when he turns to meet your eyes drops your stomach a little, but you smile through it.

“Hi, Sebby. Brought you a drink.”

He waves you off. The flick of a grin crosses his face, but it’s rude and dismissive. You swallow and try again.

“It’s just the stuff Rya made,” you mumble out quietly, not wanting to attract any extra attention. Sebastian cuts his eyes to you, fingers wiggling in a silent order for you to knock it off. Something inside you makes you try one more time. “You sure, baby?”

A gasp tightens your chest once Seb finally turns around, placing a grip on your waist and jerking you toward him. His other arm circles around you as his lips press up against your ear. There’s a tight smile on his face, and you have to balance the drink to keep him from sloshing onto the back of his shirt.

A squeeze on your hips.

“Can you just fuck the hell off, baby? Please?”

Sebastian pulls away just enough to look you in the eyes. His smile is still plastered across his face, something vile behind it. You blink and tip the corners of your mouth upwards. A stiff nod finally allows him to let you go. You keep smiling as he returns to the group, jumping back into the conversations with a sickening ease.

Your eyes dance around the room, and you feel so hot. Glancing down into the cup, your legs haul your body back to the sink in the kitchen. You don’t remember to blink as you dump the liquid down the drain. The rest of the world grows mute around you for what feels like hours.

.・゜゜・

Carmen found that it’s a lot easier to do things when Luca’s around. Too bad he’s back somewhere in another part of the house Carmen can’t remember. In the middle of a riveting back and forth with someone Carmen can’t remember the name of.

Carmen steps into the kitchen, skin sizzling with uncertainty. His gaze zips right to a young woman staring deeply into the steel of the sink. He blinks and glances around.

Is… is she real?

The chef waits a few moments. When the woman doesn’t disappear, Carmen feels his throat tighten.

He debates just leaving whoever she is be, but his mouth is so dry. And he needs some kind of alcohol if he’s going to make it through the next few hours. His feet take easy steps toward where the rest of the drinks sit pretty in a bucket of ice on the other side of the stranger.

The deep breath he inhales only steadies him a tad as he continues. He freezes when you turn to him. He can barely get out his small, “You mind if I get a drink?”

Carmen knows he’s blushing when you look at his lips. He bites at them unintentionally, waiting for you to say something. Anything. Finally–

“Sorry, what?”

Carmen relaxes a little and almost smiles. His eyes soften at the genuinely lost expression on your face.

“Nothing, just uh,” he starts, “just tryna get… something to drink.”

It takes a long ten seconds of you and Carmen staring at one another for you to realize that you’re blocking his access to the drinks on the counter.

“Oh, sorry,” you hurry out and scoot away. Carmen is quick to shake his head.

“No problem,” Carmen replies and is quick to shake his head at you. “S’alright.”

Silence fills the area as he goes to pull a random drink from the ice. He doesn’t remember to glance at the label on the glass, mind busy with averting his gaze from where you stand. You’re no better, shuffling back and forth in your chunky heels. The ones you decided to wear because you know how much Sebastian likes them.

Carmen barely stops himself from jumping when you quietly ask, “Are you a student at the conservatory?”

Conservatory?

“Con-conservatory? Uh, no. No, I’m, uh, I’m a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend that dragged me out here tonight.”

Your nod is interrupted by the dropping of your head, as another wave of weak but noticeable tears pools its way into your eyes. Carmen’s widens slightly, and his internal desire to retreat back into himself is so strong.

“Are you, uh… are you okay? You just, you got some,” Carmen sputters, finger reaching up to gesture toward his eyes. When he tries to finally push out the question, the sound of footsteps stops him.

“Carmen? You good?”

Everyone in the room pauses. You and Carmen, who looks like a deer caught in headlights, whip your heads toward Luca. His gaze immediately drags over to you, and he swallows. “Oh, sorry. Didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“You’re not. Just talking to…” Carmen shrinks into nothing looking back at you. Name. He wants your name. You rattle it off to him in a way that makes the skin on his neck redden some more. Carmen repeats it softly, those big, baby blues intense and unmoving. Luca steps further into the kitchen, smiling lightly at the way the syllables fall from your lips.

Your lips. They’re nice, even in the dim light of the kitchen.

“I’m Luca. That’s Carmen.”

Their names fit perfectly. So perfect, that it makes you forget all about the cup you dropped in the sink. Carmen clears his throat and sniffs. He shifts, unsure of what to say next, but grimaces harshly when he brushes his hand up against the hard of the counter. Your eyebrows furrow at the action but unwrinkle as soon as you see the bright burn on his hand.

Luca, who moves as soon as Carmen hisses, rounds the island in the middle of the room. He towers over Carmen, grabbing the smaller man’s hand and raising it up to get a better look.

“I thought you took care of that,” Luca gently scolds, face pinched into a frown.

“Yeah, no,” Carmen answers.

Just as Luca lets go of Carmen, you take a smaller step toward the men. “Uh, I can patch that up, if you want. There’s stuff up in the bathroom to take care of it, plus I’m really close with the owner of the house. I know she wouldn’t mind. Especially since you’re a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend.”

Carmen lets himself grin a little while Luca releases a short chuckle.

“Okay, yeah. Yeah, I’ll take you up on that.” He turns to Luca and begins to follow where you’re heading for a nearby hallway. “I’ll be back in a second–”

“Luca can come, too. If you want. Arya won’t care.”

Carmen shuffles so you can’t see the way he widens his eyes at Luca. He tries to nod as inconspicuously as possible, and the taller man has to hold back the strong giggle that tries to exit him.

“Yes, okay,” Luca nods with a shrug, looking to you with a soft smile. “Lead the way.”

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THE BRITS

A/N: we all witnessed his madness last night, he got me hot and bothered

WORD COUNT: 2k

WARNING: sexual content

SUMMARY: You and Harry are getting drunk at the BRITs and you can't control your desires for each other.

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You’re drunk.

But not as drunk as your boyfriend who is having the time of his life on national TV.

Somehow it seems like the BRITs Awards is always the most unhinged show Harry attends, maybe it’s the feeling of being home or maybe it’s the amount of tequila he tends to drink on these occasions.

Probably the second one, but who knows.

You’ve had shots with him as well, the familiar dizziness has taken away your anxiety of appearing on TV next to your boyfriend and now it’s more like just one big party. You’re sitting between Harry and Gemma, your legs crossed underneath the table, Harry’s hand wedged between your thighs this time. He’s been super touchy all evening, most likely the alcohol has gotten the neediness out of him, but it’s not like you mind it, he looks devastatingly good tonight and always feeling his touch is more than fine by you. Though it’s making it hard for you to hold back your dirty thoughts you’ve been harboring ever since you laid eyes on him in the silky shirt, the top buttons strictly undone.

You have to switch position because your legs are going numb, so Harry’s hand slips off your thigh until you settle comfortably and it returns immediately, hiking a little higher this time, giving you a few gentle squeezes. A shaky breath slips through your lips that almost turns into a moan. Luckily, Gemma didn’t notice it, but when you turn to your right you catch Harry’s smirk.

“You alright, babe?” he asks as he leans closer.

“Don’t be a brat,” you warn him, to which he just starts laughing, smacking your thigh before his hand rests on top of it.

“I know that look better than anyone, Y/N,” he murmurs, pretending to be looking at the stage.

“Oh, really?”

“Yes. We could sneak away for a quickie,” he simply suggests and you smack a hand against his chest, but you kind of regret it when you feel the warms of his naked skin against your palm, you kind of want to just keep it there, run it deeper into his shirt.

“Stop! Someone might hear you!” you chuckle, heat crawling up your neck.

“So we’re not having a quickie?” he pouts his lips at you.

“No!” you laugh, but leaning closer you steal a quick kiss. “Stop making it hard, I’m already struggling over here,” you mumble against his lips.

“That’s why I suggested to have a q—“

“If you say it again, I’m walking away, Harry,” you warn him, but it’s only for your sake. You have no idea how long you can sit still while your boyfriend is talking about having sex while you’re already drenched between your legs.

Harry chuckles and reaches for the champagne bottle before filling up your glass.

“Come on, drink one with me then.”

“I think we’ve had enough.”

“Nope, gotta make sure we’re still drunk when we get home,” he ignores your comment, pouring one for himself as well.

“Why?”

“Because I wanna have sloppy drunk sex with you.”

You’re fucked. You definitely will be, but you’re fucked already.

The madness carries on, Harry has won every single award he was nominated for, he has taken a shot on the stage and kissed Lewis Capaldi. Right in front of your nose. You tried to act hurt when he returned to the table after the kiss, but you couldn’t, especially when he started begging you to kiss him.

You’re a giggling mess by the time he accepts Mastercard Album Of The Year and you brain barely can process that your boyfriend is standing next to Stanley Tucci on the stage, joking around and laughing like old pals.

“Babe! Babe, did you see me and Stanley?!” he whisper-yells when he returns to the table.

“If this is the point where you leave me for Stanley Tucci, I have to say I won’t even blame you,” you laugh into your drink.

“Aw, you’re jealous?” he grins, pressing a kiss to your forehead before taking his seat.

“Of you! Yes!” you laugh. “And Stanley too,” you add.

“Oh babe, don’t be,” he smirks and leans so close, his lips are brushing against your ear. “You’re the only one I want to fuck.”

“Harry!” you gape at him, reaching for your drink, hoping it would cool you down a bit, but you’re way over that point.

“I really want to fuck you right now, babe. You sure we can’t have a quickie?”

“We’re at an award show,” you whisper, but can’t help biting into your bottom lip.

“I’m sure we wouldn’t be the first ones to have sex at an award show,” he giggles, his hand returning to your thigh, this time slipping way under your dress. “Come on, I’ll find a place for us. If I find a place, will you have sex with me?” he asks, eagerly squeezing your thigh which makes it impossible to resist.

“Harry…”

“Give me five minutes, okay? I’ll find us a place.”

And before you could even say a word, he is up on his feet, off to his little quest.

“Where is he going?” Gemma asks when she sees her brother lurk away.

“Um… I uh… I have a headache, he is gonna ask if I can lay down somewhere for a bit,” you lie, but a giggle bubbles from your throat, giving you away completely.

“Oh my God, you guys are… something else,” Gemma laughs, not wanting to know any more details about your dirty business. You kinda feel bad for her, but at the moment it’s funny.

You almost lose your shit when you see Harry jogging pack towards the table, the cheesiest grin on his face as he navigates between guests.

“I found a place!” he mouths at you and then grabs your hand instantly, pulling you up from the table. “Come on—Um, Gemma we’re just gonna, uh…”

“Shut up, just… go!” Gemma waves at him, making you both laugh before you escape from the table.

He pulls you out to the hallways and you’re just trying not to stumble over your feet, keeping up with his pace. You reach a dressing room that has his name on it, you arrive just when two women walk out with headset on, they are definitely working backstage.

“Thank you so much, she’ll just lie down for a bit, thank you!” Harry nods at them, pushing you into the room and you have a feeling they know what it’s all about, but as soon as the door is shut closed and he throws his suit jacket off, nothing else matters.

You kick your heels off as you run to the vanity, Harry catching up with you instantly, his arms locking you in his embrace from behind as his lips attack your neck.

“Fuck, I don’t think I would have lasted until we got home,” he rumbles, his hands pulling your dress up already, palm moving between your legs to feel just how wet you are.

“You sure you wouldn’t prefer Lewis or Stanley now?” you tease him, head rolling back to his shoulder, a moan slipping through your lips when his fingers dip into your underwear.

“Don’t talk about other men when I’m trying to fuck you,” he groans before turning you around with one swift movement, his hands grabbing onto the back of your knees to help you sit up on the vanity.

You eagerly undo his buttons, the silky shirt sliding right off his broad shoulders and you finally let your fingers dig into his pecks, something you’ve been fantasizing about for hours.

“It’s gonna be quick, we don’t have much time, but we’ll have a round two when we get home,” he smirks down at you, urging your legs to wrap around his waist as he unbuttons his pants and lets them pool at his ankle.

“Did you lock the door?” you gasp as he pulls your panties off, running two fingers through your lips to check you’re truly ready for him without any more foreplay. Usually you’d need more attention before taking him, but this whole evening has been one long foreplay.

“There’s no lock.”

“What? Harry—“

“That’s why we have to be quick,” he grins and the next thing you know is that he thrusts so deep into you, you’re seeing stars.

Harry loves to make gentle love, but he is also very good at fucking you senseless so fast you feel like you’re about to pass out. This is an occasion like that this time.

The vanity is violently shaking under you as he fucks into you, one hand planted on top of the wood, the other one on your back to keep you against him, though you have your feet locked just above his ass, helping you stay in place. It’s so harsh and raw, if someone asked you your name you wouldn’t be able to answer. You grip his hair, tugging on it, keeping his face buried in your neck where he keeps kissing and biting your soft skin as he keeps up his ruthless pace.

“Harry! Oh my God!” you practically scream when he hooks an arm under your right leg, lifting up higher so he can push into you even deeper.

“Don’t hold back, baby,” he shakes his head, definitely out of breath, but he has no intention of stopping.

When you let go of his hair you fall back, your dress slipping down on your chest, making Harry go feral. Now you’re lying on top of the vanity in a kind of diagonal position since it’s too narrow to fit you, but it doesn’t bother either of you, Harry tightens his death grip around your thigh he has lifted up and he practically climbs up to the vanity, leaving just one foot on the floor. Your ass is sore, your legs are going numb, but you’d start crying if he stopped now, you’re so close to a mind-blowing orgasm you’ve been yearning after all evening.

“I’m gonna come, baby, I’m gonna come inside you,” he warns you between pants.

“Yes, yes, come inside me!” you gasp for air and mustering up the last bits of your energy you push up, hooking your arm around his neck to press against him, right on time.

Harry comes hard, grunting against your lips, his thrusts becoming rigid, long and out of rhythm and seeing him fall apart throws you over the edge too.

The two of you are one big mess as you try to recover, chest heaving, vision slightly blurry. When Harry gently pulls back you moan in protest, lying back on top of the vanity, one foot planted on top, the other one dangling off the edge.

“Let’s clean you up,” Harry hums to himself and you faintly notice him get dressed before he grabs a clean towel from the bathroom joined to the dressing room, he wets it and gently cleans you up while you just lie there, limbs feeling like jelly.

He pulls your underwear back halfway up your thighs before he needs you to stand up. You don’t want to, but you know you have to, so he helps you off the vanity and then dresses you like you’re a toddler.

“You’re good? Can we go back out?” he asks after doing his best to make you look like you did before. He has his arms around your waist as you turn around and have a look at the two of you in the mirror at the vanity.

“God, it’s so obvious we just fucked,” you chuckle seeing the state you both are in.

“It’s not that obvious,” he tries to protest, but he doesn’t believe it either. “Okay, well… we can’t do anything about it now. It was worth it though,” he grins, giving you a sloppy kiss on the lips. “Can’t wait for round two when we get home.”

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Idol Time’s First Episode featuring Venus’ Chloe Lee (@venusvity), aired on February 17th, 2024 with the shows host, Everlast’s Cody. The video gained 10M views in the first 3 hours and 25M views overall, earning it a #1 trending spot.

The Idol Time studio lights up as the video begins and a smiling Cody walks in, sitting down on a conveniently placed chair. He holds a set of queue cards in one hand, his other hand playing around with the microphone that sits in front of his face.

The setting is somewhat simple, two plain-coloured chairs opposite to each other, with a few lights strung above the seats and a glowing sign with ‘Idol Time’ scrawled over it, in a space-themed font.

Cody waits a couple of beats before saying the opening line, with the most enthusiasm he could possibly muster, “Welcome to Idol Time, the only interview show you need to worry about and the best interview show you’ve ever seen. Obviously, hosted by the Shin Junseo. Or Cody, whatever works!”

“Here we are. Episode one of Idol Time and honestly, I can’t believe I’ve gotten far enough to have my own show.” He laughs in mock sadness, wiping away faux tears. “But anyways! I'd like to introduce the first guest of the show, my favourite member of Venus and a very familiar face, Chloe Lee!” Chloe, right on cue and clearly rehearsed, walks into frame and sits down in the velvet blue chair placed next to Cody’s. “Hiii everyone! So nice to be here!” Chloe says cooly into the mic, waving to the camera with an excited but nervous smile.

“So? What are your thoughts so far?” Cody questions, clearly overjoyed by her presence. She nods slightly in response. "I'm very excited to be here, actually! Super excited to tell everyone about the album and everything in between.” She's not really excited to do either of those things but Chloe manages to pretend she is.

“Great! I was a little nervous having someone as famous as you on here, but I’m glad we’ve started off well.” Chloe chuckles quietly at Cody’s response, covering her mouth with her hand, politely. Smoothly, Cody introduces the next question. “You’ve been working hard recently, I’m sure everyone’s seen your face around a lot. Starzie especially, has been a big hit in the past few weeks, how was your debut?” His lips twitch to form a tight smile as he grips onto the queue cards, the mention of Starzie bringing back a few somber memories.

“Oh Starzie is...So much fun! Um, it's a lot to be promoting at the same time as Venus but it's fun. It was totally worth all that stress,” Chloe answers with a laugh, running her hand through her hair with a nod.

“I like working with everyone but Finn. He's a bit unpredictable," Chloe jokes with a playful smile before shrugging, “I was super excited to work with Doah and Poppy. Those two are so cool, especially Poppy. I really look up to her since she's the most experienced out of all of us. It's been super cool working with everyone and collaborating like that.”

Cody hums, nodding along to her words. “And I thought Finn was the most responsible member.” He responds to her joke, nudging Chloe’s shoulder. He tilts his head, preparing for the next question. “So I listened to the album and then again last week to refresh my memory and I absolutely loved it. Back 2 U and Beautiful Liar were my favourites but, we’re here to talk about you. Did you initially like the album and can we expect a comeback anytime soon?”

Chloe opens her mouth when asked about liking Starzie's debut before she inhales sharply, making an unsure face with a tilt of her head. Chloe laughs with a shrug, leaning back in her chair. “I mean! It's not what I'm used to! It's very loud! But I think we killed it. I liked working with the Starz especially on the B-sides. I think the B-sides are really where the album shines.” Cody silently agrees. He shifts in his chair before replying, “I like that about the album, though, It shows that a title track doesn’t need to carry the whole album to be a good listen, you know?” Chloe’s smile brightens with each word. “Exactly! You get it.”

Chloe continues, “I hope there’ll be a comeback soon! I hope we get a full album next time. Because, you know, promoting with those guys is super fun, I really enjoy it especially the girls--Oh, I love the girls. We're the show, really,” Chloe rambles, talking with her hands flippintly as she does so. “When we're backstage together, I always forget I'm not with Venus--It's such a weird feeling. Like, I'll look to my left to tell Bliss good luck and she's literally not there. It's Oliver. It's crazy. I love it! Just crazy, you know?”

“I know, we all get so used to a routine so when it changes it’s so weird.” He pauses, “You’re lucky, I bet it’s a nice change. I get so tired of promoting with my group every comeback. Love those guys though, don’t get me wrong.” He says, lightheartedly.

“Next question! We were on the same survival show, I killed it, You killed it, but I think we should be truthful about our experiences.” Cody starts, “Personally, I had a lot of fun, it was great and all, but there were some tough times. So I wanna know how you viewed it? Were things the same on and off camera?”

Chloe clicks her tongue as she looks up in thought, humming with an unsure expression.

"I wouldn't do it again. 'Wasn't my favorite experience," Chloe admits with a subtle shrug,

"You were there! You saw how stressful it was! Sorry 'bout that," Chloe laughs anxiously, giving a sheepish smile. "Yeah, I don't really...Like survival shows really put me in a bad headspace and I think that was really clear on the show. Like...l just wasn't doing well on that show. I wish I behaved differently...Sorry you had to experience that, Cody." She teases, reaching out and playfully putting her hand on his with a laugh.

Cody laughs along with her, shaking his head slowly. “It’s fine, Chloe. If I had to apologise for all the times I’d cussed out people in my life, I would be old and withering by the time I was done.” He stares at the camera awkwardly and the clip cuts to the next.

Cody clears his throat before continuing, eyes glued to his lap. “Do you—think anyone could’ve been rigged into Starzie?” Chloe pauses, looking down with a quirk of her lips.

“Um...l don't think so. No offense,” Chloe teases Cody again with a chuckle, trying not to look bored of the Starzie questions. He rolls his eyes in response, smiling sweetly straight after. “I thought there would be more boys, honestly. There's only two in the group and that was just barely...Maybe one of them was rigged in,” She speculates with a chuckle, “Finn was probably rigged in. I'm shocked SM didn't rig that Aespa girl in. I heard they tried but it didn't work out.” Chloe shrugs.

“I don't feel like being in a group called Starzie is that serious for rigging, you know?”

“Well, you heard it here first, everyone! Starzie is not a repeat of any of the Produce shows.” He voices, sending a jab their way. “Now, onto more pressing matters than a tortuous survival show, Venus! I also happened to love Venus Victrix, how were promotions?”

Chloe perks up at the mention of Venus, glad Cody’s moved on to a different topic. She sits up straighter and crosses her legs.

“They've been great! I love Venus!" Chloe laughs, smiling brightly. "It's been, you know, stressful with all the overlapping promotions but I'm coping! I'm growing...Everyday is a new adventure and I love that.”

“Any songs you disliked?” Cody entreats, his voice increasing in pitch as he asks. “Disliked? Um...l mean...7Seconds is kind of boring. It's not my favorite. Sorry to Noah. I know he liked that song but it just bores me. The rest of the album is flawless though. I'm really pleased with it.”

Cody blinks at the camera a couple of times before relaxing his face, a serious expression covering his usually bright smile. He quickly looks down and returns to the script “You’ve been talking about how stressed and overworked you are, I know it’s a sensitive topic. Is there anything you’d like to share with viewers?”

Chloe deflates slightly with sigh, nodding in defeat. She looks up, inhaling sharply though her teeth as she starts to pull out her acting skills.

“I've always had, um, struggles with my mental health. When you've been an idol for as long as I have—l've literally been doing this for eight years,” Chloe emphasizes how long she's been working, looking back at Cody with a forced smile. “You go through lows and I...l'm in a low. It's just...It's been really hard juggling everything—“ Chloe makes herself get chokes up, voice breaking pathetically making her look away and dab the inner corners of her teary eyes, sniffling.

“And it's so strange because I should be really happy! Venus is doing amazing, Starzie is doing well, everything I do is great, but I just wake up and feel like I'm stuck and I hate it.”

It's so—“ Chloe struggles to think of a word, taking a deep breath through her nose before deflating with a defeated shrug. “I don't know.” She sighs, silently looking away.

“I was diagnosed with, um, PTSD recently so l think, maybe, that has something to do with it? But, yeah, it hasn't been easy lately.”

Cody looks at Chloe, giving her a sort of sad-sympathetic smile. Chloe doesn’t pay this any mind and simply signals for him to continue, which he does. “Thank you, Chloe. I hope things get easier for you, don’t feel like you have to be happy because everyone and everything around you is.” He replies, earnestly. “Now, fans have been asking and would love to know, What’s your Ideal type?”

Chloe blinks at the question, no matter how hard she tries she looks agitated at the question. She pushes out air through her nose in lieu of a laugh.

“My ideal type is someone who works hard, is tall, strong, and will protect me,” Chloe lists, bouncing her leg anxiously as she thinks over the fan question. She can't stop herself from smiling because she knows where this is going. Cody hums again in response and decides then to attempt to cut to the point of all these previous questions. “So, would you date a fan?”

Chloe shrugs and replies simply. “I mean, fans are just people. Why not?” Cody’s not sure he can agree with that one, but he pretends like he can anyways. He takes a slow breath before proceeding to read off of his script once more, “There’s been some rumours floating around, and I wanted to be the first to ask you about them. Anything about you and a popular fansite you’d like to tell us about?”

Chloe chuckles when he says "popular" quickly going back to a neutral face. She looks at the camera then back at Cody, shaking her head.

“It's been a really hard few months. So, I wasn't making the most wise of decisions but I mean,” Chloe throws her hands out before dropping them on her thighs, “He's a grown man. I'm a grown woman. I don't see the drama in this? Everyone just overreacts at the smallest of things. We went on a date,” Chloe confesses to the camera despite the distressed look on her manager's face from behind the camera. “Like a singular date. Sue me. I think a man my age is cute and want to have a drink with him.” Chloe dismisses with a sigh, leaning back in her chair. “Every idol is dating someone. Get over it.”

Cody snorts. “Little overprotective to be just one date.” Chloe sends him a quick and discreet glare that makes Cody immediately quiet down. “No, you’re right.” The clip comically cuts there and begins to play the final segment.

“To wrap everything up, Is there anything else you’d like to say to the viewers?” He asks, “Or maybe some future plans you want fans to know about?”

“Yeah!” Chloe forms a heart with her hands, beaming at the camera. "Dulce, I love you!” She laughs, blowing a kiss towards the screen.

“Oh! After Venus Victrix wraps up...l'm going to be releasing my first solo album!" Chloe announces with an excited smile, giving a thumbs up to the camera. “There will be a lot of Venus solos so keep an eye out! We're all very excited to share them with you guys!”

Cody cheers eagerly at the news and pumps his fist in the air for exaggeration. “A win for me.”

Chloe laughs at Cody’s gesture and now gives finger hearts, smiling sweetly to the camera with a tilt of her head to look cute.

“Thank you so much for having me! I love talking so thank you for listening! I'll see you all soon!” She blows a kiss to the camera one last time before waving.

“Thank you for watching and supporting Idol Time, See you next time!” Cody finishes, giving the final words of the Episode to Chloe.

“Stream Venus Victrix, Cush by Starzie, and follow me on Instagram at ChloeLee! Thank you! Bye byeee~”

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as long as stars are above you - drw x sfk

Hi hi hi I’m back with another sanny fic because I can’t stop myself 🫡

Set in the same universe as ‘nice guys throw punches’ and just unmitigated, completely indulgent fluff.

Tags: proposal (!!), engagement, conspiring siblings, family fluff, softest boys in the world

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“Okay, I’m just pulling up to the house to pick up Sam,” Josie whispers into the phone, not waiting for Danny to even say hello. She has one hand on the steering wheel of her car as she pulls up out front of the Kiszka family home, peering out the window to make sure Sam isn’t waiting outside.

“Why are you whispering?” Danny whispers back, sitting in his own car a block away where he won’t be spotted. “They can’t hear you.”

“Shut it, asshole,” Josie rolls her eyes, knowing Danny will be able to hear that even over the phone. “Which one of us is taking this plan seriously?”

Danny snorts. “I really doubt anyone is taking this plan more seriously than I am, considering it was my idea and I’m about to walk myself into the proverbial lion’s den.”

“A lion’s den you’ve had your own key for since you were like, 15. I’d hardly classify your second family’s home as a lion's den.”

“You know what I mean,” Danny nearly whines, sighing. “I’m nervous, Jo.”

Josie sighs fondly, sitting back against the driver’s seat as she puts the car in park.

“I know you are,” she says gently. “But Dan, they adore you. You’ve been a fixture in the Kiszka family for over a decade - well before you and Sam ever started dating. And now you’ve been together, what? Five years?”

“Six,” Danny provides, heart fluttering.

“Right,” Josie says. “So this isn’t going to be a surprise to them. They’re going to be thrilled and they’re going to be so touched that you wanted to do this.”

Danny exhales, nodding even though he knows Josie can’t see him.

“I just -,” he swallows. “Yeah. You’re right. Thanks, Jo. And thanks for helping.”

“You’re my big brother, Danny,” Josie says, her smile obvious through the phone. “And Sam is one of my favourite people - it’s not like it’s a hardship to hang out with him, even if I have to pretend it’s for a super secret early birthday present for you.”

“You better get me something good,” Danny says, smiling.

“Oh yeah, don’t worry,” she quips. “I already pre-ordered your big pile of nothing, just have to go pick it up -”

Danny hears a door close in the background of the call, and his heart kicks in his chest.

“Oh shit, he’s coming out,” Josie whispers. “You’ve got two hours - go ask for your blessing! Love you, bye!”

Danny doesn’t even get a word in before she’s hung up. He blows out a breath, starting his car and waiting until he’s sure Sam and Josie are gone before driving up to the Kiszka family home. A break from touring and Christmas coming up means everyone is home under one roof.

Danny gets out of the car, wiping his hands on his pants and taking a steadying breath. Here goes nothing.

Danny knocks twice on the door before opening it, just as he’s done since he first met the Kiszka family. It’s so instinctual even though Karen constantly reminds him he doesn’t need to worry, that he’s welcome any time.

“Knock knock,” he calls out, praying his voice doesn’t betray how nervous he is. He can hear sounds coming from the living room, the odd twang of a guitar amidst lively conversation.

Karen’s head pokes around the corner and she smiles widely, immediately coming forward with arms open for a hug.

“Hi honey!” she says, pulling Danny down for a hug. “I didn’t think we’d see you today - Sammy just left.”

“I know,” Danny says, hugging Karen tightly. She’s always been so kind to him, welcoming him with open arms as a gangly teenager and never letting him go. “I actually came to see you all, if that’s okay.”

She presses a firm kiss to his cheek, patting the other one with a gentle hand.

“Of course it is, Daniel, you know that,” she gently admonishes him. She brushes a few errant snowflakes from his shoulders before leading him to the living room. “Come sit, we just made coffee.”

Everyone is seated comfortably in various spots, Jake reclined on the floor with his back against the couch, guitar in hand. Josh is folded like a pretzel in the arm chair, an obscenely large mug in one hand and a book of Mad Libs in the other (concerning, Danny thinks, because the last thing Josh Kiszka needs is a structured game for fart jokes, but he’ll worry about it later). Ronnie is sitting on the other side of the coffee table on the floor, working diligently at untangling a gnarled rope of twinkling lights.

“Hey kiddo,” Kelly says, smiling from where he’s seated on the couch. “Didn’t think we’d see you today - you want a coffee? Come sit.”

“I uh,” Danny clears his throat, wiping his palms on his pants again. God, why is he so sweaty all of a sudden? It’s snowing outside, for fuck’s sake. He’s wearing one of his favourite sweaters (re: one Karen bought him a few Christmases ago that’s covered in little knitted pine trees) and a nicer pair of pants, but he suddenly feels underdressed. “I came to talk to you guys, actually. All of you, if that’s okay.”

It seems to get their collective attention, Karen sitting with a worried expression next to Kelly and Jake setting his guitar down.

“Is everything okay?” Ronnie asks, hands stilling on the tangled lights.

“Yeah, yep,” Danny says, cracking his knuckles nervously. “It’s not - it’s good, not bad. I hope.”

“Sweetheart, why don’t you sit down?” Karen says gently, gesturing to the empty loveseat across from them all.

Danny nods, sitting.

He stands back up almost immediately, too nervous to sit still. He shifts on his feet, swallowing.

“Okay,” he says, more to himself than to the family sitting in front of him. Josh is giving him a worried look, and Jake’s gaze is steady but gentle. “Okay, yeah. So. Alright. Um.”

“Danny,” Josh says, shifting a little to sit forward. “It’s just us. What’s going on?”

Danny looks at them all, taking in the kindness and concern so evident on all of their faces. Faces he’s known for most of his life now. Faces he loves. Faces that are so reflective of the one he loves most in the world.

He nods, blowing out a breath. He makes himself sit down, resting his elbows on his knees and threading his hands together just so they’re occupied.

“You’ve all known me since I was so young,” he starts, praying his voice won’t break. “And you’ve never been anything but welcoming and kind. You gave me a second home like it was no big deal, fed me, cared for me, treated me like I was one of your own.”

Karen takes Kelly’s hand, squeezing it like she’s anticipating something.

“I want to thank you for that,” Danny says, looking at them. He’s doing his best to keep it together, but it’s getting harder by the second. “All of you. It means more to me than I could ever say, and I’m so grateful for each of you and the room you made for me in your lives. It’s a privilege that I don’t take for granted, and I want you to know that.”

“Of course we know that, Danny,” Kelly says, smiling softly. “We love you, kid.”

Danny nods, swallowing. He can feel tears burning behind his eyes, but resolutely keeps them at bay.

“I love you too, so much,” he says, and his voice wobbles a little. He clears his throat. “The respect I have for each of you and for this family is - I can’t even really put it into words. Your opinions and perspectives carry so much weight for me, and I know they do for Sam as well. You’re his world, you know? This family is everything to him, and he’s everything to me.”

“Danny -” Karen says gently, like she’s worried he’s about to fall to pieces.

He gives her a reassuring smile, laughing a little. “Sorry, I know this is kind of weird,” he says. “But I’m almost there, I swear. I just have to say this. It’s important.”

Karen nods, squeezing Kelly’s hand and giving Danny an encouraging nod. Josh, Jake, and Ronnie are still watching Danny carefully.

“I got Josie to take Sam out this morning because I wanted to do this just us,” he explains. He sits up a little, heart pounding. “To have this moment, this conversation. And - well, I guess it’s not really asking for your blessing because we all know that Sam is going to do whatever he wants regardless of what anyone says, but -”

Karen gasps, pressing her hand to her mouth.

Danny smiles, letting out a shuddering breath as he nods. He digs out a little box from his pocket, holding it in his hand.

“I’m going to ask Sam to marry me,” he says, and the words feel like a song. Like the perfect progression of chords, like a rhythm that never ends. He can’t help the nervous laugh that follows, because he just dropped his heart onto the coffee table and has to hope for the best. “And I wanted you all to know first, so that we could talk if, you know, if there was anything you were worried about.”

There’s a moment of silence, certainly no more than a few seconds, that feels like an eternity. And then it’s suddenly broken by a sound, a half hiccuped laugh punctuated by a sniffle.

It’s Jake. His chin is wobbling and there are tears filling his eyes faster than they can roll down his cheeks and he’s smiling.

“Oh, Jakey,” Josh sighs fondly with his own eyes shining, immediately getting out of the armchair to join his twin on the floor. He wraps his arm around his shoulders, tugging him close.

“Jake,” Danny breathes, his own eyes burning. He sits forward, half out of his seat. “Are you - hey, it’s okay -”

Jake shakes his head, still smiling while wiping roughly at his eyes.

“No, it’s - these are happy tears, I swear,” he croaks, voice breaking and choked with tears. “Jesus, Danny. You’ve been our brother for so long, and now it’ll be official.”

“If you’ll have me,” Danny manages to say, tears finally spilling over as he looks at them all. “If Sam will have me.”

That seems to set everyone into motion, all of them getting up and tugging Danny into a massive hug. They’re all crying, happy tears and excited laughter bubbling from the tangle of limbs they’ve made.

“Oh, this is just so special,” Karen sniffs, finally letting Danny go and wiping her eyes. “My first son-in-law!”

“Wait wait,” Ronnie says, holding her hand out. “You had a ring box. Show us!”

“Jake just stopped crying,” Danny teases, earning a whack from the younger twin. He opens the little black box, revealing the gold and black band inside. Golden letters shimmer through the silken black enamel:

ALWAYS

“You’re setting the bar way too high,” Ronnie sniffles, taking the ring out and looking at it. “He’s going to love it. God, he’s going to freak.”

“When are you going to do it?” Josh asks, taking his turn with the ring.

“Well, I was thinking tonight,” Danny says, grinning. “We’ve got a few days before Christmas, so we can celebrate and still leave room for actual Christmas stuff.”

“And then it’s your birthday,” Jake points out.

“Yeah, but that’s whatever,” Danny waves it away. Jake rolls his eyes in disagreement.

“There's supposed to be really nice snowfall tonight,” Danny continues. “So I think we’ll go for a walk. I’ll bring something warm to drink and tell Sam to bring his camera and then,” he wiggles the ring box.

Karen claps her hands together, looking at Kelly. “We can have everyone over tonight,” she says excitedly. “Danny, your family knows, right?”

Danny laughs, her excitement endearing. “They know, yeah.”

“Okay, oh my god,” she says, half spinning on the spot looking for her phone. “Kelly, call Dan and Lori, tell them we’re coming over. We can get everything ready there and then bring it back here so Sam doesn’t suspect anything. We’ll get champagne and snacks and when the boys get back we can surprise Sam and celebrate!”

“Mama,” Josh laughs, reaching out and grabbing her shoulders. “Maybe check with Danny and see if that’s something he wants as part of the night.”

Karen immediately presses her hand to her mouth, turning and grabbing Danny’s hands.

“Oh, of course,” she says. “I’m so sorry, honey! I’m just excited. But whatever you want, if you want the night to yourselves -”

Danny shakes his head, pulling her in for a hug.

“That all sounds amazing,” he insists. “Having everyone together would be perfect.”

Karen claps, nearly jumping up and down on the spot. She turns, looking at her family.

“Alright, Kiszkas. We have work to do!”

By the time Danny manages to wrangle Sam out of the house for an evening walk, the sun is beginning to set. They’d enjoyed dinner just the two of them, the house conveniently empty.

“Alright, I’ll admit it,” Sam says, looking through the lens of his camera. “You were right. The light is really nice - god damned winter golden hour shit.”

Danny whistles. “Wow, I might have to write that down. You admitted I was right about something.”

“I’m known for my benevolence.”

“Uh huh,” Danny laughs, holding out a hand for Sam to take. It’s cold, but not so cold that it’s miserable to be outside. They’re bundled up, noses turning pink and breath visible, but the way the setting sun reflects off the snow makes it all worth it.

“Let’s go this way,” Danny says, leading Sam down the path to the nearby park. “Josie was telling me they strung up a bunch of twinkling lights over the bridge.”

“Sounds like you’re trying to put the moves on me, Wagner,” Sam wiggles his eyebrows. “Are you trying to romance me? Woo me? I’m a tough sell, you know.”

Danny snorts. “Oh believe me, I know. You make me work for it.”

“Yeah, but worth the effort,” Sam grins, swinging their hands. They talk about everything and nothing, Sam artfully dodging questions about what he did during the day, thinking he’s keeping a birthday surprise for Danny a secret.

It’s incredibly endearing, and it eases the nerves fluttering in Danny’s stomach.

“Oh wow, that’s pretty,” Sam says, taking his hand back from Danny to snap a photo of the snow dusted park bridge. It’s small, arching pleasantly over a now frozen pond, and twinkling golden lights are strung from the trees on either side and through the railings.

“Here,” Danny says, holding his hand out for the camera. “Go stand on the bridge, I want to take a picture of you.”

“You have a million pictures of me,” Sam says, but hands it over as he walks onto the bridge, standing in the middle.

“Yeah, but this one is special,” Danny murmurs, holding the camera up to his eye. Sam is smiling widely, the glowing sun behind Danny lighting him just enough to paint him gold.

Once he takes it, he moves to join Sam on the bridge, thankful they have the park to themselves in the quiet evening.

“C’mere,” he says, pulling Sam close and pressing their cheeks together. He holds the camera out, hoping it’s at least a little in focus as he takes the selfie.

“That’s what front facing phone cameras are for, grandpa,” Sam teases, still smiling.

“Yeah, yeah,” Danny says. He swallows, heart beating a million miles a minute. “Hey, do me a favour?”

“Nope,” Sam says immediately, popping the p as he starts fiddling with his lens cap.

Danny rolls his eyes, because of course.

“Just -,” he grabs Sam by the shoulders, turning him to face the opposite way, his back to Danny.

“Don’t manhandle me, Daniel -“

“I have a surprise for you, you brat,” Danny laughs. “Shut up and let me do it.”

Sam makes a delighted noise. “Well in that case, carry on.”

“Thanks,” Danny says drily.

The sun is below the horizon now, stars just starting to twinkle overhead. The lights in the trees and on the bridge are casting everything in the golden glow and - just as Danny takes a deep breath - big, fluffy snowflakes start to fall.

He takes the ring box out of his jacket pocket, and lowers himself to one knee. He doesn’t feel the cold - every bone in his body, every nerve ending, every cell, every bit of stardust he’s made of is focused solely on Sam.

“Okay,” Danny says, thankful his voice comes out steady as he opens the box. “You can turn around now.”

Sam turns around, and it takes him a split second to realize Danny isn’t standing. His hands come up to his heart so fast that it almost looks like it hurts.

“Are you fucking serious,” he blurts.

Danny laughs, head thrown back. It’s the most Sam reaction he could’ve hoped for.

“Yeah, Sammy,” Danny says softly, smiling up at him. He can feel the tears in his eyes, but he couldn’t care less. “I’m serious. You have to let me say what I want to say, alright?”

For once - ever, maybe - Sam says nothing, simply nodding, hands over his heart like he’s trying to keep it in his chest.

“Shit,” Danny laughs, wiping at his eyes. “Was really hoping I’d keep it together.”

“You’re doing great,” Sam nearly whispers, the tremble in his voice so painfully sweet that it brings fresh tears to Danny’s eyes.

Danny takes a steadying breath, looking up at Sam.

“Sam,” he starts, no longer fighting the emotion in his voice. “You’ve been my best friend for what feels like my whole life, and if I’m honest, I think I’ve loved you for just as long. You push me, you challenge me, you comfort me, and you understand me like no one else in the world. Every day that I wake up next to you feels like I’ve won the fucking lottery.”

“Even when I steal the blankets?” Sam asks, tears running unchecked down his cheeks.

“Yeah,” Danny laughs, sniffling. “Even when you steal the blankets. Sometimes I think about what life would be like if we hadn’t found each other, if fate or the universe or god or whatever hadn’t brought us together. And… I can’t see it. Not because it’s too painful to imagine, but because I know that there’s no world, no universe, no reality where there’s a me without you. There’s no existence where there’s a Daniel Wagner without a Samuel Kiszka to follow anywhere and everywhere. And -“

He has to take a second to wipe his eyes and take a breath, voice breaking.

“And that makes me feel like I could take on the world, Sam,” he whispers. “It makes me feel unstoppable. Knowing I have you next to me, in my corner and by my side, it makes me feel like there’s nothing I couldn’t do.”

He reaches out and tugs one of Sam’s hands down, pressing his lips to the cold skin of his knuckles.

“You make me so fucking happy, Sam,” he says. “And if you’ll let me, I want to spend the rest of my life doing everything I can to make you feel the same way. Will you marry me?”

There's a long moment of silence, and then before Danny even registers that the other man has moved, his back is hitting the snow and he has his arms full of Sam Kiszka.

“Yes!” Sam cries, the sound muffled by Danny’s hair and jacket and probably a mouthful of snow. He’s pressing furious kisses to Danny’s neck, then his jaw, and then all over his face, each punctuated by another ‘yes!’.

Sam sits up, straddling Danny’s lap, hair flying wild and snowflakes kissing his eyelashes.

“I’m making Daniel Wagner my husband!” He whoops, so loud that Danny can’t help but laugh. He rests his hands on Sam’s thighs, content to stare up at him for as long as he can.

Sam looks like an angel, cheeks flushed with cold and lashes still damp with joyous tears. Danny takes Sam’s left hand, setting the ring box on his own chest to pull the gold band out.

“There,” he says, sliding the band onto Sam’s ring finger. “Official.”

Sam lifts his hand, looking at the band. His smile is radiant, eyes shining.

“Always,” he reads aloud. He leans down, holding Danny’s jaw with his left hand as he brushes their noses together. “Promise?”

Danny smiles. “Promise.”

“Shh, they’re coming!” Ronnie hisses, nearly skidding on the floor as she runs to hide behind the couch.

All the lights are out in the Kiszka home, everyone tucked behind various pieces of furniture to conceal themselves from view. Strung over the fireplace is a massive banner, lovingly but hastily painted with hearts and ‘CONGRATULATIONS DANNY AND SAM’.

“Man, this will be awkward if Sam said no,” Josie remarks, yelping when Lori pinches her side in reprimand.

The sound of a key turning in the lock makes everyone quiet down, the door opening.

Sam is tapping his boots against the hallway mat, shaking off the snow. “Daniel, if we still have the house to ourselves then I’m about to give you the ride of your life -“

Danny’s eyes go wide, cheeks flushing. He knows everyone is within earshot. “Sam -“

“SURPRISE!”

The lights turn on and everyone pops up from behind couches and bookshelves. Sam nearly jumps out of his skin, screaming and instinctively grabbing for Danny.

“Thank god we interrupted that sentence,” Josh quips, blowing into a paper party horn. Danny looks up at the ceiling, shaking his head with a grin.

“Well?!” Karen asks, bouncing on the spot.

Sam doesn’t move for a long moment, face impressively passive.

Danny pinches him and Sam breaks into a wide grin, holding up his hand. The gold band is there, a perfect fit.

“We’re engaged!” He hollers, immediately kicking off his shoes and jumping into the chaos of family, everyone shouting in excitement and piling in for hugs.

Danny grins, taking off his jacket and shoes, letting himself savour the view for just a moment before joining the fray.

“I like the banner,” he says once he’s exchanged hugs and kisses with everyone, putting his arm around Sam. Around his fiancé.

“Let’s just say there was a battle of wills to end up where we are now,” Dan says, giving his son a rueful smile.

“I maintain ‘same penis forever’ is a great engagement banner,” Josh says, somehow now in possession of a paper party hat that says ‘bridesmaid’ on it.

“It is,” Jake agrees.

“Alright,” Karen claps her hands, ignoring the twins. “Time for a toast!”

Kelly pops a bottle of champagne, filling glasses as everyone passes them around. There’s music playing in the background, the fireplace lit, the Christmas tree twinkling in the corner. Danny’s pretty sure he’s never been happier in his life.

He pulls Sam close, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“We’ve all been family for so long,” Dan says, holding up his glass. “But it feels like magic to welcome you officially into the family tonight, Sam. We couldn’t ask for anything more in a son in law, and couldn’t ask for anyone better for Danny. We love you.”

Danny presses his face into Sam’s hair, trying to keep more tears at bay, but it’s useless. He’s too happy, too fucking grateful for this moment.

“Thank you, Dan,” Sam says, eyes shining.

“And to our gentle giant,” Kelly says, raising his glass. “Danny, it’s our honour to officially welcome you to our family. You’ve been a brother to Jake and Josh since you were just a kid, but to Sam you were always more - his lighthouse, his rock. You make each other better, and we are so proud of you both.”

“To Sam and Danny,” Jake calls, lifting his glass.

“To Sam and Danny!”

The clink of glasses sounds like ringing bells as Danny leans down to kiss Sam properly, smiling against his lips.

“To us,” he whispers.

“Hell yeah,” Sam grins. “Always, baby.”

#danny gvf #jake kiszka #sanny #sanny gvf #sam kiszka/danny wagner #sam kiszka #sam gvf #josh kiszka #greta van fluff #greta van fleet #greta van fic #danny wagner

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mrsmiagreer · 6 months

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SUMMIT THOUGHTS IN ORDER BY SCENE!!

“Hold still i’ll grab you one of mine” UGHHHH

“What do you think babe? How’s my hair?” EVEN MORE UGHHHHH😩😩😩

Yes Milo I AM laughing 😂

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Vincent cut himself off, i wanna know what he wants to say :’(

“She sounded— nevermind”

HE GOT US A CROWN HES SO SWEET

wouldnt it be cool if this was like… the way of Royal Vampiric Engagement?

Vincent sounds so cute when he’s nervous 🥺

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Sam’s loud ass truck rolling up lmao

ICECREAM!!!!

I just know Sam slicked his hair back into the tightest ponytail. His formal look HAS to be super cute

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Porterrrrr!!

“Your human” LMAO

The thoughts about seating were actually really sweet

Porter now wtf are you talking about?

Vincent’s irritation is so warranted right now 💀

He’s up to something fs

“Bye now—” AND HES JUST GONE??!!

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“Hey Bud!” Awe Ash we love you

Vincent sounds like he memorized this shit😂

Eccentric he says🤨

“Blink twice if you need a way out buddy” WE LOVE YOU EVEN MORE NOW ASH

“What😟😃” VINCENT LMAOO

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Bennet you meanies >:(

Alexander and Christopher count your fucking days

A bit formal?? This is a SUMMIT?!

Take a breath BOY?!

Stfu both of yous

“Where’s Alexis?” Anything to get YOU out of my face 😒

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HERE WE GO

“SAMS LATEST CONQUEST” ouuuu bitch—

she’s so snarky and condescending everything she says means something underneath but she sounds so sweet its annoying

Honestly if i was tank i would think about her words all night and for a few more days after that she dug deep fr and was actually making sense

Yeah okay darlin’ calm it down, don’t wanna get my head snapped off in front of 3810 year old vamps🤨

“Pettiness isn’t childish at all” 😒

You turned him because you wanted him but we don’t all get what we want huh?

“I FIXED HIM” GIRL LMFAOOOO

“I don’t like you, and I’m not going to” first of all, i’m so glad the feeling is mutual and secondly, this is my new favorite quote. I might not like Alexis but she ate with that one

PORTER TO THE RESCUE! but why?

“Oh darling as if i have a gag reflex” UGHHH😩

Sam to the rescue??

“What the fuck did she say??” “Where is she??”

I love the fact that it when tank ran away you can hear their footsteps. Since my Darlin’ is a girl, it sounds like she wore Combat Boots to the summit😭

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Random message for David?

The music in the back is fucking hilarious

Quinn is coming back?? Yall knew it

William a bad person?? He’s a little shady but i think he has good intent honestly

Why does he lowkey sound like Christian’s VA?

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“Don’t EVER speak to them again. Do you hear me???” Samuel don’t get me started🫦

“But playing is what I do best🥰🤭” she kinda ate with that one too

The fact that he even had to say anything along the lines of “if you care about me even a little you would do this for me” like If i was Tank i would cry because she agreed so fast😭 Like i know yall had something but like damn she still loves you?

Loser ass response 😒

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MILO’s BACK

Awee Asher stumbling over his words

Why is Porter in everyone’s business 😭

Milo’s protective tone when he talks to Porter is tickling my insides🤭🤭

Closeknit??! Awe here we go😟

Porter is so suspicious right now…

“Hold the fuck up” MILOOOO😩😩😩😩😍😍😍😍

“Wait what’d you do that night?—” THEY DIDN’T TELL ASHER IT’S BEEN LIKE A YEAR AND MORE LMAO

Asher still being scared of making big decisions🥺

“Babe…” 😫😫🫶🏽🫶🏽

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Tank being worried that Alexis threatened him is so real

“She was exactly who she appeared to be, i was the one trying to pretend i didn’t have a problem with that” REALLLLLLL

I don’t give a damn about her beat up heart

“I don’t want you to think that i felt like you needed saving” Honestly i appreciate this line because i hate the way it feels for someone to step in for you

“Maybe I wanted a chance of my own to tell the bitch to shove it if i’m being honest” 🤷🏽‍♀️😅🥳

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knock knock

oouuuuu Asher’s telling David

Asher sounds in trouble 😭 David sounds like somebody daddy fr fr

the eye contact 😭😭

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Ain’t this Loveboldly? All i hear is Crux😂

Funding?! ALL OF THIS FOR SOME MONEY

“Lower. Your. Voice. ” 💀💀

Alexander is so mean to his prince😭

“You’re showing your age Christopher. Or lack thereof” Damn he snapped him up

NOISE?!

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“We’re about to have a fight. Be convincing” Uhh okay???

What the fuck is going awnnnn?!

Getting Vincent riled up for god knows what in insane💀

Glad he didn’t bring Treasure 😭

SAM TO THE RESCUE… ish?

“Consider yourself crossed”😲😲😲😲

“He’s dead” 🤨🤨😟😟 ALEXIS WHAT??? HOW’D SHE KNOW?!

#now i must hear your opinions on who did it and why #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted headcanons #redacted shaw pack #redacted solaire clan #redacted monarchal summit #mia makes a statement

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avonne-writes · 1 year

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Lucemond in IKEA

Headcanons inspired by this hilarious comment I received under one of my stories from A_Godswood:

Aemond is already pissed off when they reach the parking garage. Scratch that, he's pissed off when Luke announces that they're going shopping, but he can't get out of it so he spends the whole drive brooding.

The garage is full, of course, because Luke refused to get up at the ass crack of dawn just to spare Aemond the headache of parking during IKEA rush hour.

When Aemond finally finds a big enough space, he has to go head to head with a woman with her three children on the backseat. Luke tries to convince him to give up the spot for her but he snarls that he was there first and inches his car in front of hers. She reverses, then flips him off and calls him an asshole. Aemond grins. When Luke swats at him, he says she shouldn't swear in front of the kids.

Once inside, he keeps grumbling to Luke that yellow and blue are fucked up colours together and make his eye ache.

He picks up one of those sharp little pencils but Luke wrestles it out of his hand. Better not risk him stabbing it into someone's eye.

"Let's cut straight to the bedrooms and then get the fuck out of here."

"What do you mean we need to walk through the bathroom and kitchen sections first?"

"The hell is a Kallax?"

"I'd fuck you in front of that mirror." This one makes a few heads turn. Luke pretends he doesn't know Aemond for the next ten minutes.

Luke is interested in a bedside table, but he can't find it in the colour he likes, so he asks an employee. They get into a nice conversation while browsing the catalogue. Meanwhile, Aemond in the background:

Aemond tries to slam the door of a cabinet in a fit of rage, but it soft closes on him due to the built in mechanism. Luke tries to swallow his laugh.

They finally reach the restaurant, and like a cat about to get its dinner, Aemond goes suddenly touchy-feely and sweet. He curls his arm around Luke's shoulders as they wait in line and then orders an exorbitant amount of meatballs. Spying an opportunity, Luke tells him they can buy some for home at the Swedish delicacies section if Aemond behaves for the rest of the time.

Aemond agrees, if Luke promises they will get that mirror.

After a long look at Aemond, Luke adds the name of that thing to their list.

Aemond is a little more agreeable after that. He pushes their cart silently while a handful of five-year-olds shriek at the sight of him and run back to their embarrassed families. At Luke's concerned glance, he proceeds to tell Luke that they should get a kid because it's fun to make the little shits scream.

At the Marketplace section, the complaining starts again. He calls every design ugly as shit just to show how much he hates being there. He puts a set of huge kitchen knives in the cart. Luke takes it out. He puts it back in. Luke takes it out again, glaring. He slaps Luke's ass.

He whines that the smell of those poncy scented candles gives him a headache. Nevertheless, when Luke suggests they should buy one for Alicent, he tries out all the scents meticulously to make sure they give her "the least shitty one". Luke rolls his eyes.

When Luke isn't looking, he puts a super soft, plush blanket in their cart. Luke doesn’t let him get away with it without explanation, so after a bit of dithering, he admits it's for Vhagar.

At the warehouse, one of their chosen furniture is on a slightly higher shelf. They’re told they need to come back a bit later, so that a qualified employee can get it for them. But Aemond is having none of that - once no one is looking, he climbs the shelves and somehow manages to get the box down.

Finally, as they leave, he buys a bag of cinnamon doughnuts and some lingonberry juice. He figures he deserves the treat. He even lets Luke drive, relaxing into the seat and closing his eye, happy to be outside of that closed yellow-blue box of hell.

"We need to drop those shelves off at my mum's." Luke says, all cheerful. "I said we'd help Daemon assemble them." Aemond’s eye snaps open, seeing red. "Wait, what?"

#lucemond #aemond targaryen #lucerys velaryon #aemond x lucerys #hotd headcanon #my writing #ikea au

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bellysoupset · 11 months

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Vince overeats and it gets a bit nsfw-ish. Have fun.

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Wendy frowned as she watched Vince all but inhale food across from her. This wasn't supposed to be a super nice night out, they were both in crammed schedules trying to make the most out of it, but she had never felt like he was pretending to be chivalrous around her until that very moment.

"Vin?" she put down her own burger, frowning at the frankly offensive amount of food before them, "honey, are you alright?"

"Uhm?" he frowned back, chewing quickly and washing it down with a sip of his drink, "sorry?"

"I asked, are you alright?" she gestured to the food between them. Truth be told, Wendy was far from a skinny girl herself, she was pudgy and curvy, with an appetite to match. However that was just... A lot.

"Yeah, why do you ask?"

She studied his face, figuring how to best put it into words, "it's just... I don't know, it looks like you're binge eating."

Vince's eyebrows jumped up and he snorted, amused, "sorry," he wiped his mouth on the napkin, pushing more food down with the coke, "we have a really big game at the end of the month and with Luke out of commission, it means they'll call fucking Spencer to replace him and he sucks- Anyway, we'll need all hands on deck if we wanna win."

"Okay..." Wendy glared at the burger as he took yet another big bite, all but finishing the whole sandwich in four bites total, "is this why you're stress eating? Honey, that's not-"

"I'mnot" he said with a full mouth, hand coming up to shield it from her view, "I'm... not," Vince swallowed and made a little face, "stress eating. I'm the offensive line, half my job is to be big to protect the quarterback, Wen."

""Oh... So you're trying to gain weight?" She realized as her boyfriend nodded enthusiastically.

"Yeah, especially since I lost a bunch with this whole milk allergy bullshit."

Wendy's shoulders dropped in relief that at least it wasn't him binge eating out of some horrible stress and she happily took a bite of her own burger, watching as Vince worked through the massive meal.

"Slow down, Vin," she said after good five minutes, as he demolished yet another burger, "you'll give yourself a tummy ache."

"That's gonna happen anyway," Vince shook his head, "gotta finish this before I notice I'm full."

"That's... That doesn't sound healthy," she pouted, "Vince."

"It doesn't matter," he waved her off, "it's just for this month," he sucked in on the coke, effectively finishing it off, "besides my girl is into tummy aches, so whatev-HEY!"

She kicked him under the table, cheeks aflame, "keep your voice down!"

Vince let out a chuckle, rolling his eyes, "no one gives a crap-"

"Vince!"

"Okay, okay!" he raised a hand in surrender, only to grimace and bring it to his lips, muffling a burp, "ugh and now my stomach caught up with it."

Despite the embarrassment, the sentence went right through her like a hot flash. Wendy glared at him, picking at the empty package of her chicken nuggets, "serves you right."

He let out a little groan, muffling another burp, then breathed in deeply through his nose and ducked his head, going right back to the food.

She watched with a grimace as Vince polished off all five burgers and the box of chicken nuggets, clearly struggling with the last bits, "Honey... You don't want to eat anymore, stop..."

"I just-" he swallowed in and reached for his coke, only to find it was empty. Wendy promptly passed him her water bottle and he took a large gulp, "it's just three more."

"You're going to make yourself sick."

"No," he piled the three chicken nuggets one on top of the other and pushed them in his mouth, chewing dutifully and swallowing, "see? I'm fine."

Wendy rolled her eyes, "this would be a lot more convincing if you didn't turn actually green when you're queasy, Vin," she said, getting up from her seat, "c'mon, let's go home."

"Uhm, frisky," Vince joked, then groaned as he got up, hugging his stomach with one hand. It was pushing against the front of his hoodie, "fuck, this sucks."

"You don't say," she wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him with her towards the parking lot, "how much do you have to gain?"

"However much I can manage until the 29th," Vince answered, voice thick with the burps he was muffling, "I can feel my heartbeat in my gut."

She squeezed her eyes shut, breathing through the little hot flash, "we're in public, have some decency, Vin."

"Oh yeah?" He opened a cheeky smile, wrapping his arms around her and pressing a kiss to her temple, "why, this is getting to you?" he whispered in her ear.

Wendy turned her head to glare at him, "Vince."

"It totally is," he chuckled, stealing a kiss, then grimacing as he pulled back, muffling yet another belch "ugh, not so fun anymore, let's go home."

The car was parked across the street in a small, family owned parking lot, and Wendy snickered as she unlocked, "bet you're really happy we didn't ride your bike here, aren't you?"

"Yeah," Vince nodded, breathing out slowly through his mouth. Wendy pouted, she didn't mean to kick him when he was down, she had expected playful banter in return. She opened the driver's door, but didn't go in, watching with a frown as Vince braced against the car with both arms and hung his head in between them, staring at the ground.

"Vin?" she circled the car in order to plant a hand in the middle of his back, "honey, are you gonna be sick?"

He nodded, unable to answer her.

She rubbed his back, in slow steady circles, "it's alright, let it up, you'll feel better..."

Vince let out a little groan, gagging and Wendy cringed in sympathy, but all that came up was a pathetic little breathy belch and some spit.

"Fuck," he whined, leaning his clammy forehead against the car's cold exterior, "hurts, Wen."

She planted a kiss on his shoulder, "you just need to lie down and it'll pass."

Vince was still groaning as she entered the car, his cheeks blazing red. He huffed and then winced, "sorry, Wen. I know this is gr-"

"Don't finish that sentence, you're not gross," she rolled her eyes, "your pants are probably squeezing the hell out of your tummy, give it some room, baby."

Before he could do anything, she reached in and pushed up his hoodie, undoing his jeans.

"Hey, be gentle!" Vince cried out as the cold back of her hand pressed against his bloated belly, "don't jostle it, Wendy."

"Sorry..." she pushed the zipper down, fixing his hoodie once more, "better?"

"Uhmm..." was his noncommittal answer, leaning back on the seat, eyes closed. Vince grimaced as yet another cramp ran through him, he knew it had been a terrible idea to scarf down food like that. While he had a big appetite, he normally took his sweet time eating. His belly was not liking one bit being this stuffed, this fast, "can we go home already?"

"Yeah, of course" Wendy answered from his left, squeezing his leg.

The car movement, which normally never bothered him, was adding yet another layer of queasiness and Vince rolled down his window, opening his eyes to get rid of the dizziness and gulping the cold night air. It was freezing, they had already had one day of snow and there were many more ahead for sure, but Wendy didn't tell him to roll the window back up.

Another belch rolled up and Vince didn't bother muffling it. It was a relief to know his girlfriend didn't mind, because if he had to hold anything back he was for sure gonna end up being sick.

He breathed in deeply through his nose, regretting his decisions. A tummyache he could take, but nothing was actually digesting, just sitting there at the base of his throat.

"Vince, honey, do you want me to pull over?"

"No," he mumbled, pressing a fist to his mouth and stealing a glance at Wendy. Her eyebrows were up, green eyes concerned, "no, I just wanna get home."

Home, as far as his girlfriend was concerned, was her apartment and not the dorms. Vince wasn't opposed to the idea, but he let out a groan as he sat down on her scalloped couch, staring at the big daisy rug, "Wen, can you get me a bowl? I don't think I'm gonna be sick, but I don't... Don't wanna mess up your rug," he planted a hand to his stomach, under the hoodie, as yet another cramp rippled through his belly.

"Are you sure you don't wanna go to the bathroom?" Wendy went to the kitchen, before returning with a large popcorn decorated bucket. Vince shook his head, leaning back and tugging on his jeans to pull them down, before pushing the hoodie up.

"No, I just need to burp and wait," he mumbled, tugging on the neckline of his hoodie.

Wendy stood behind the couch, pulling on his hoodie, "arms up," and then successfully stripped it. Vince shivered with the sudden cold, but it was better than the sensation of the warm clothes grabbing onto his tummy.

He let out another burp, tasting the chicken nuggets on the back of his throat, and groaned loudly.

Still behind the couch, he felt Wendy comb his hair, squeezing his nape, "you're okay, honey..."

"Feel fucking sick," he groaned, but leaned on her touch, trying to focus on the way she was twirling the waves of his hair in between her fingers and her nails on his scalp, instead of the awful churning and heartburn he had.

His belly let out another loud squeak, bubbling angrily and Vince winced, turning his face to muffle a thick belch against the couch's soft back. Wendy moved her cold soothing hand to cup his clammy forehead.

"Do you think tea would help? Ginger ale?"

"No," he slurred, cradling his belly with a hand, "no, can't fit anything else - Come rub my belly."

It wasn't a request, much more of an order and Wendy felt her face catch on fire. She was glad that since she was standing behind the couch and he was facing forward, Vince couldn't see her.

"Okay," she squeezed his shoulder, before circling the couch so she could sit next to him and plant her hands on his stomach. She tried not to seem too eager, but it was hard and by the lazy, slightly painful smile he opened, she knew he was reading right through her.

His stomach was gurgling fiercely and it let out a loud whine upon the pressure, causing her to make a sympathetic noise, "Aw, Vin..."

The after taste that kept splashing back up his throat was horrid and he could feel all that greasy food just sitting there, like a big lump. Vince reached out and guided her hand away from the top of his belly, where any pressure felt like too much, planting it on his side.

She pressed the heel of her hand there, rubbing in small circles and he turned his head, letting out a gurgly burp. Wendy seemed absolutely unbothered, trailing the little circles up and down and draping herself over his lap so she could plant her hands on either side of his tummy.

"Uhm," he grimaced, muffling a burp with his fist, "you're good at this."

"Yeah?" Wendy smiled back, then leaned in and planted a kiss on his stomach, her dark red lipstick leaving a mark behind that caused her eyes to sparkle, "good to know, you're my first."

"Really?" Vince raised an eyebrow, leaning his head back as a particularly bad cramp made him feel nauseous all over again. He breathed through his nose slowly, glaring at the ceiling, "I'm the first guy you ever told about this...?" kink? Preference? Fetish? He wasn't sure.

"Yeah, that too," Wendy said, moving her hands in, as if to meet at his belly button, before planting them back on his sides and again. Vince let out a thick belch, eyes watering as he could taste the greasy food.

"Too?"

"You're my first everything," she admitted quietly, then thumbs rubbing into little gentle circles right under his belly button, "well, everything important."

He was too queasy to keep up. Vince pushed her hands down to his lap, leaning forward and his belly's hang covered up her hand. Wendy looked up, concerned.

"Vin?"

"Give me a second," he said, as his mouth watered. He saw her reaching for the bucket, but Vince shook his head. He could tell there was a burp stuck, causing his stomach to throb.

Her hand that wasn't currently cupping his belly moved to rest in the middle of his back and Vince focused on it, riding out the sudden spike of nausea.

He couldn't believe he had just stuffed all that in him, after having a huge lunch and all the snacks after...

The thought of food caused him to heave and Wendy said something, before the popcorn bucket appeared in front of him. He pressed his lips tightly together, willing his stomach to stay put.

Another wet, disgusting gurgle forced him to burp again and he took the bucket, spitting the accumulating saliva. If he even attempted to swallow that, he knew his gag reflex was gonna kick in. Wendy's hand, crushed under his tummy, moved so her thumb could trace a circle around his belly button.

"It's okay, Vin, let it up-"

He belched again, the thick burp bringing the smallest stream of vomit with it and he coughed it inside the bucket, before swallowing convulsively, eyes watering with the intensity of the nausea.

"Fuck," he groaned, planting the bucket on the ground and falling back against the couch. Vince wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, "ugh... Disgusting."

Wendy ignored the comment, cupping his face, pushing the hair away from his forehead, "feels better?"

"Yeah, for now," Vince nodded, leaning onto her touch. He turned his head to he could press a kiss to her open hand on his cheek, "sorry, you were saying?"

Wendy let out a snort, stroking his cheek, "nothing, it wasn't anything," she pulled back her hand, sitting up correctly on the couch, "let's go to bed?"

Vince nodded slowly, his belly felt a little more settled now that the little bit of food had come up, probably the offending bite that broke his stomach, "I'll clean this out, you go ahead," he said with a hoarse voice.

He met her back in the bedroom five mins later, ditching the pants on his usual spot at her study station and going ahead to brush his teeth. By the time he made it back to the bedroom, his girlfriend was sprawled out over the covers.

Vince raised his eyebrows as he saw her cheeky little pjs, the cleavage leaving very little to his imagination, pink shells drawn all over the matchy set.

"You're so hot," he sighed, "now I regret eating all that."

She let out an amused chuckle, rolling on the bed and grabbing the elastic of his boxers, forcing him to sit down, "if you're up to it, I'm still so hard."

It took him by surprise and Vince glanced down, but sure enough, her pants were strained on the crotch.

"Really? After I made a fool of mys-"

Wendy leaned in, shutting him up with a kiss. "Maybe because of that," she smiled against his mouth, moving the kisses to his neck, "do you want me to stop?" she asked, nibbling at his earlobe.

Vince shook his head no, "but this is risky, honey..."

"I know," she kissed down his neck, then naked chest, peppering fluttering kisses all over his bloated stomach, "you're so fucking hot."

He let out a moan, sinking against the pillows, a hand coming to cup her face. His hand was bigger than her entire face and when he cupped her chin, Wendy promptly took his fingers in her mouth, sucking on them.

"Fuck, Wendy-" Vince groaned, stroking her cheek, guiding her mouth back to his torso, "you're killing me."

She hummed, sucking a hickey right down his belly button, next to the dark hairline that disappeared inside his boxers and then tugging on the elastic again, pushing the item down.

Vince did not expect to be hard, considering the hot throbbing of his stomach taking up most of his body's attention, and the growing queasiness of all the movement, but he was proven wrong as Wendy took him in her mouth, swirling her tongue around his cock.

His hips buckled, the sudden movement forcing up a wet burp and Vince clamped a hand to his mouth. This was conflicting, all of it. The ache in his gut, the pulsing in his groin, Wendy's sultry touches, the nausea-

"Wen, stop," he tugged on the root of her hair and she pulled back immediately, raising her eyes. Her pupils were so blown that the green had been entirely devoured, cheeks flushed, lips red. He felt a pang at interrupting, his dick responding to the picture of his girlfriend with sex hair and horny dazed eyes.

"Vin?"

"Stop," he groaned, forcing himself to sit up and pulling the boxers back up, "sorry, it's just-"

"You're not into it, it's okay" she said quickly, whole face turning red, scrambling to sit back. Vince shook his head, muffling yet another burp in his hand.

"I don't even know if I'm into this or not, but..." he swallowed in, forcing his stomach to stay where it was, the sudden adrenaline spike having caused a whole new layer of nausea, "but if we go on I'm gonna puke and I really need these calories."

It looked like she had been slapped, mouth closing and opening like a fish before Wendy managed to collect herself, "that... That makes sense..." she rubbed a hand over her face and Vince frowned. He didn't mean to hurt her feelings.

"Honey, I don't mean to off-"

"Fuck," Wendy got up from the bed, pacing in front of it, bracing herself against the little work station. It caused him to get even more worried, this was not the reaction he had been expecting at all. Of the two of them, Wendy was definitely the less emotional one.

"Wen...? Wendy, I'm sorry-"

"I'm not angry," she shook her head, sounding choked up, "I'm not upset."

He snorted, forcing himself to sit up straight, legs out of the bed, even if the motion caused all the food to slosh uncomfortably, "You sound very fucking upset, honey."

"I'm not," she repeated, "I... You're not even- You don't even question? You're just- Fuck."

He couldn't follow along, "what did I do?"

Wendy shook her head again, before getting back in the bed and shutting him up with a kiss. A big, strong kiss, where she didn't pull back even when he let out a startled noise, even when she started to get breathless.

Vince was the one who pulled back, just enough to breath, still confused. She rested her forehead to his.

"You're such a fucking dream, that's all," she sighed, smiling, "come on, lie down. Let me rub your belly until we sleep."

#let it be known wendy did NOT mean she was a virgin when they got together #overeating #sickfic #emeto #vince monacelli #mywriting

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ijustwantogohomehogwarts · 10 months

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p i a n o | m a n

Everyone was going to be spending Christmas weekend at Y/N's apartment (James, Lily, Remus, Sirius, Marline, Mary and Regulus). Regulus Black arrived a day early to give Y/N her Christmas present ahead of time, but he doesn't know that yet.

Warnings and such: None? Established "relationship" between fem!reader and Reggie, Super fluffy, brief thought of Walburga Black and Regulus’ life at home. Cute! Regulus! Rushed ending

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Regulus would never admit that he loved to play the piano- he always acted as though he can’t, won’t, or that the act of playing might cause him physical harm (all jokes aside). But I’ve heard him play, and he knows I have. I adore the sound! I deemed that he was going to play the piano for me, and that was going to be my Christmas present- he just didn’t know it yet!

Everyone was going to be at my house late on Christmas morning, but Regulus was going to be here Christmas Eve. I thought it best not to ask how he pulled that one past his parents, but I was glad. He needed to spend as much time out of that horrible place as possible. He was due any minute, and the excitement that filled me was fueled by butter beer and the intoxicating Christmas music that filled my small apartment. We would all be on top of each other this weekend, but no one seemed to mind it.

*Knock* *Knock*

I ran to the door, whipping it open and smiled happily at the boy in the hallway.

“Merry Christmas, Reggie!” He chuckled, stepping inside and turning down the record player that sat on a table in the entranceway.

“Merry almost Christmas, Y/N.” He stepped forward, kissing my cheek.

“Come on, let me show you around! I can’t have you getting lost while you’re here!”

I grabbed his hand, not even thinking about it, but Regulus didn’t pull away. He let me drag guide him through the apartment. There wasn’t much to see, and without magic, there’s no way 8 of us would be able to stay here comfortably, but it was cozy and homely- something everyone needed a lot of lately.

We finished the tour and were standing in the kitchen/living room- I was trying my best to figure out exactly how I wanted to tell Reggie about the piano I had “hidden” just a few feet in front of him. Concealment charms were my favorite!

“So, remind me again; how did you end up being the one hosting us all?” Regulus smirked over his glass of warm butterbeer.

“I volunteered, of course! Why, are you jealous?”

“Absolutely not!” He laughed. It was such a beautiful sound. “But you can’t trick me here into playing the piano for you.”

“How the fuck did you know that?!”

He rolled his eyes, pulling his wand out and pointing it directly at the piano. A moment passed and it appeared, as if out of thin air.

“Like I said, not going to happen!”

“Reggie!” I whined, setting down my cup and wrapping my arms lazily around his waist. “Please, please, please-”

“No.”

“One song! Then I’ll put it away!”

“Nope.”

“I won’t tell anyone!”

“Sorry, love.”

“For meeee?” He stiffened, swallowing hard. I watched his lip twitch, and I knew he was thinking- and close to caving in. “I love listening to you play, Reggie. I won’t ask again, I promise.” At least, not again this weekend!

He sighed loudly, throwing his head back and pretended to be deeply annoyed.

“One song. ONE!”

I shirked with excitement, throwing my arms around his neck.

“Get off,” he laughed. “Any requests?”

I ran around the kitchen counter and plopped down on the couch, unable to contain my excitement.

“The longest song you know!”

I watched him take a seat, trying to shake the nerves out of his fingers. He tapped a few keys, then ran a hand through his curls. I took a moment to admire him, and, for the first time tonight, noticed that he was dressed in muggle clothes! Black jeans and black jacket, both were a little big on him but wow- he looked good! I almost wondered if they belonged to Sirius...

He thought for another moment before he began to play. The sound was just as beautiful as I imagined, even more so actually! I watched him without blinking, too afraid that if I did, it would be over. He played with his eyes closed a lot, his fingers moving skillfully and precisely, like he had been doing this his entire life. I couldn’t help but smile. Eventually, the music stopped, and he sat in silence for a moment. I watched him take a few deep breaths, like he had played without breathing.

I couldn’t contain my excitement, and not knowing what you were supposed to do when someone finished playing the piano, I began to clap. Regulus looked at me and laughed. My heart sank a little as he stood and joined me on the couch. I knew the moment was over.

“Total shit.” He sighed, his head thrown back on the couch, his hand resting on my thigh.

“Are you insane! That was beautiful!” He shook his head but I could see a slight color appearing behind the freckles on his cheeks. I rested my head on his shoulder and sighed. “Beautiful.”

...

Regulus had gone to bed hours ago, and there was no evidence to say he was awake behind the closed door. We had a great night, and I should be tired, exhausted even, but I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t stop thinking about Regulus playing the piano. I allowed my mind to wonder as I tip-toed into the living room. Was playing really that bad? Surely it couldn’t be, but growing up with Walburga Black? Maybe it was something that once brought him joy, but he felt too much pressure to enjoy it anymore?

The moon lit the entire living room, most of the apartment actually- as I sat at the bench that both of us had failed to make it disappear again after dinner, though I’m sure it will be gone before I wake up in the morning. My fingers grazed the keys, trying to remember Regulus as he played. I used to know how to play, a long, long time ago, but I didn’t dare try now. I wasn’t keen on waking Reg, especially to a horrid piano at 2am.

“If I didn’t know any better,” I jumped, turning to face the doorway behind me. Clad in sweatpants and a plain white t shirt, Regulus stood, arms crossed, leaning on the wall. “I’d say you were about to play that thing.”

“Yeah, right!” My eyes followed him as he walked towards me, taking a seat and rubbing his hands on his knees.

“Let’s see then?”

“Absolutely not! I haven’t played since I was...I don’t know, 12?”

He sighed, placing his fingers on the keys in front of him, and began to play softly. I watched him intently. This time, he played much softer, quieter, and slower. My own hand hovered over a set of keys, trying to remember how to play. Regulus noticed and smiled. I rolled my eyes and began to play with very little enthusiasm. We played for a moment, but I failed to remember anything beyond the first few keys. My hands fell to my lap and I watched him play.

Everything about this moment was so peaceful. I thought he would stop after the first song, but he immediately began to play another, the transition was seamless. I rested my head on his shoulder, just as I had done earlier, and listened to him play.

Soon, my eyes grew heavy and Regulus stopped playing.

“Merry Christmas,” he mumbled against my head before kissing my hair.

“Please don’t stop.” I yawned, eyes closed.

“Come on, we have to get up in a few hours.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Yes...”

“Why don’t you like playing?”

“It stops being fun when you’re always told you’re not good enough...” I didn’t expect him to answer, let alone give a real answer. I didn’t have time to respond. He stood, holding out his hand for me “Want me to tuck you in?”

“I’m not 5,” I laughed, deciding not to push for any more answers.

“Fine,” He turned and walked back towards his room. “Good night.”

I scrambled to my feet and chased after him, my arms wrapping tightly around his waist before be reached his door.

“Yes?” I could hear the smirk in his voice. I pulled him back a few steps and pushed him gently into my room. “Have you lost your voice?”

“Come on, Mr. Piano Man.”

He laughed as we climbed into bed. This wasn’t a new routine, but there was something different about it this time, perhaps because we weren’t in school? Perhaps because we were completely alone...

“Reggie-” I whispered, though I thought I had already fallen asleep. His name passing over my lips was a surprise, even to me.

“Go to sleep, love. Maybe I’ll play before everyone gets here- MAYBE.”

I turned over quickly, desperate to fall asleep just so morning would come. Regulus laughed. It was such a beautiful sound. He wrapped an arm around my hips, pulling me back to him so our bodies were pressed together. Bold, Regulus Black!

"Merry Christmas.”

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scarisd3ad · 2 years

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Fake dating? || Steve harrington x fem!Hopper! reader

Steve harrington x fem! Reader who is hopper’s daughter! 100% gonna make this into a series I love my oc’s I made for this fic! Takes place during season 2

Part 2

Not my gif!

𝗢𝗵 𝗜 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁

𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲

𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝗱 𝗜'𝗱 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗻 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁

𝗖𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗱𝗼 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂

“I don’t know what you mean by that harrington?” I stood out in the senior hallway leaning against a locker staring up at Steve harrington my eyebrows furrowed. “Like we pretend to date just for a couple weeks to make Nancy jealous” Steve explained. I rolled my eyes “fake dating? No sorry Steve” I scoffed. “Come on y/n only for like three weeks! Please! I’ll give you whatever you want!” He begged.

I rolled my eyes yet again about to decline when I idea popped into my head. I could use him for rides! Yeah it wasn’t like a big plan to like loose my virginity but now I wouldn’t have to have my dad drive me around. He was so embarrassing especially when he dropped me off at school. “Anything?” I asked, he nodded “ok can you drive me to school and to my house everyday?” I asked he nodded again “that’s all?” He asked.

“Mhm but you also have to come meet my dad” I said. He furrowed his eyebrows “y/n I’ve already met your dad he’s chief of police” i rolled my eyes “yeah but you’ve gotta meet him as my ‘boyfriend’ he’s super stricked he won’t just let anyone date his daughter” I said. “Oh..Um yeah tell no one ok? I’ll see you after school then?” He asked “okay” I giggled as I rolled my eyes before walking back into class. I took a seat next to my best friend Michele “hey mickie” I said a bright smile on my face as I sat back down.

“What was that about?” She asked a smirk on her face. She’s known I had a crush on Steve harrington since sixth grade somehow it hasn’t gone away! “He asked me out!” I said quietly, “what?!” She squealed “shut up!” I giggled as I slapped her arm. She didn’t need to know it was fake if she did she’d give me this whole lecture on how I’m going to get myself hurt, and I’d be left heartbroken.

“Okay, okay” she rolled her eyes. “Soo..how did it go?” She asked her hands wrapped around my arm trying to pry the details out of me. “He just asked if I wanted to be his girlfriend that all, and he’s coming over later to see my dad” I replied. Her eyes widened “Woah he’s gonna see hopper?” She asked I nodded “Yep” I replied popping the ‘p’ “hope he gets out alive” she muttered. “Shut up Turner” I said rolling my eyes “okay Hopper” she teased.

Michele and I sat at our normal lunch table, lunch trays sitting in front of us. I picked at the carrots in front of me as I listened to mickie drone on about her girlfriend. “Y/n!” Steve pressed a kiss to my cheek before sitting next to me “hi Steve!” I said a smile on my face. “What are you doing her harrington?” Michele asked in a monotone voice. He rolled his eyes “I’m here to see my girlfriend, what’s so wrong with that?” He asked wrapping his arm around my waist pulling me closer to him.

“Oh so this is real?” She asked pointing to both of us with her fork “of course its real why wouldn’t it be?” He asked pressing a kiss to my cheek. “Okayy then kiss her” I furrowed my eyebrows as I looked up at Steve. He raised his eyebrows as if to say ‘can I?’ I nodded slightly giving him the ok before he leaned down and pressed a kiss to my lips.

“Ew okay gross I believe it” she groaned as we pulled away. Steve chuckled as my cheeks turned a bright red. “Okay where’s liv because I know the moment she’s here you two will have each other’s tongues down each other’s throat.” I rolled my eyes. “Speak of the devil” I said as the blonde walked up to our table. “Hi Livy!” Mickie exclaimed as she pressed a kiss to liv’s lips. “Told you” I scoffed. “Why’s he here?” Liv asked pointing at Steve. “Y/n’s new boyfriend” mickie said.

“Hi I’m Olivia nice to meet you” Liv said shaking Steve’s hand giving him a bright smile. “Mick did you bring me candy?” Liv asked. Michele groaned playfully before handing Liv a lollipop. “Thanks baby” Liv said popping the lollipop into her mouth “you’re welcome sweetheart” liv’s cheeks instantly turned a bright red. “Can I have a lolliepop mickie?” I asked putting on a fake pout “no” she said popping a carrot into her mouth. “Please mick! I’m your best friend!” I begged “please!” I pouted placing my hands in front of me in a prayer like hand gestures “sure ok” she groaned as she threw one across the table.

“Thanks!” I giggled as I popped it into my mouth. “Can I try?” Steve asked. My eyes widened “no Steve it’s mine” he rolled his eyes before grabbing the lollipop from my hands and popping it into my mouth. “Ew gross Steve!” I groaned as I grabbed it out of his mouth before pouring my water bottle over the lollipop.

“Oh come on y/n/n don’t act like you didn’t just kiss me” he chuckled “that’s different!” I said popping the lollipop back into my mouth. “No it’s not” he laughed as he took the lollipop out of my mouth yet again, but this time he sat the lollipop on my tray before pulling me in for another kiss. “You see not different” he laughed as my cheeks turned a bright red as I buried my face into my hands.

“Oh you’re fine it’s just a kiss” he whispered as he pressed a kiss to the back of my neck. This seemed oddly real for it to just be a fake dating situation I thought we would just act like a couple not kiss and shit. “Hey sweetheart can I have that?” Steve asked pointing to the cup of carrots on my tray. My eyes widened at the nickname I guess I felt of Liv felt now. “Yeah sure” I mumbled.

Mickie, Liv, and I walked down the hallway towards our next class. Mickie and Liv walked hand and hand while I walked next to Liv. “Soo..you two must be real serious already” mickie said, i shrugged my shoulders “I dunno it probably isn’t gonna last long” I mumbled “what do you mean?! He’s totally in love with you y/n/n” Liv exclaimed. “No he’s not liv you know how he was with Nancy I’ll never live up to that” I replied. “Come on y/n you’ve gotta be optimistic, you two are totally in love. New power couple of Hawkins high” Liv giggled. “After us though” mick said making both Liv and I laugh. “Yeah after us of course” Liv laughed.

I walked up to Steve’s car, he was already standing there leaning against his car. “Hi Steve!” I said as I skipped up to him “hi y/n/n” he pressed a small kiss to my cheek before I hopped into his car. After the rather long drive to my fathers cabin we made it. I hopped out of the car “I’m gonna go in first then I’ll come out, ok?” I asked he nodded before I ran up to my house. My backpack was slung over my shoulder, “hey El? Is hop home?” I asked she nodded and pointed towards his bedroom door.

“Thanks el!” I said dropping my backpack onto the couch before I pressed a kiss to the girls forehead and then running towards the room. El still sat in front of the tv mesmerized by the thing. El was like a little sister to me, after losing Sara I ended up missing the feeling of being a older sister so once my dad took in el I gladly took over the role of big sister for the young sheltered girl.

“Dad!” I knocked on the door a few times, I heard a “come in!” Like groan. I opened the door to see my dad sat up against the bed frame with a cigarette in between his lips. “I’ve got someone for you to meet” I said, he groaned “who is it y/n/n, I’m really tired” I rolled my eyes slightly “I’ll be back” I said before walked out of the room.

“Hey el can you go sit in our room for a few minutes? I’ve got someone to bring in the house you know it’s-” the young girl cut me off “not safe” she sighed finishing my sentence before getting up and walking into our shared bedroom. I bolted out the door and brought Steve inside dragging him by the hand. “Dad!” I shouted, the next thing we know we see my dad almost stumbling out of his bedroom.

“Y/n I’ve already met harrington, I’ve know him since he was five” my dad said his eyebrows furrowed. “I know but, um we’re dating” I said. My dads eyes widened “shit” he muttered “come on let’s sit on the couch” he said sitting down. Steve and I both sat on the couch “Nope farther apart” he said shooing Steve to the side. Steve nodded and scooted away. “Okay if you’re going to be here which I hope isn’t much you’ve gotta keep the door open three inches minimum I’d prefer more though.” Steve nodded.

“and if your going to be here..” my dad paused before shouting “el!” El soon stepped out of the room her eyebrows furrowed “what?” She asked “you’re going to have to know about that” he pointed towards el. “If you tell anyone about that..I will hunt you down and kill you do you understand?” Steve nodded quickly. “Okay now I’m gonna go back to sleep before I have to go back to work” he groaned before getting up and walking back to his room. “Who’s this?” El asked sitting down on the floor in front of us.

“Um this is Steve my boyfriend..Steve this is el my sister” I said introducing the two “sister? Boyfriend?” He asked her eyebrows furrowed “here look them up” I said handing her the dictionary. I felt it would be awkward to explain boyfriend, and kinda complicated to explain sister. “Boyfriend…a regular male com..panion with wh..om one has a romantic or sexual relationship” she read out loud stuttering over the words she was not familiar with. “Yep” I said Steve’s arm now wrapped around my waist “sister…a woman or girl in rela..tion to other daughters and sons of her parents. I still don’t understand” she said her eyebrows knitted together.

“Hm you know how hop is like your dad now?” I asked and she nodded “well since hop is you’re dad and I’m hops daughter your my sister now” I said trying to explain it to the best of my ability. She nodded understanding finally. “You can leave now…I’ve got some homework to do and I know you don’t wanna wait around while I do that” I said grabbing up my bag and dragging it to my room. “No it’s fine, I like spending time with you y/n” he said following me into my room.

#fanfics #x reader #steve harrington x reader #steve x reader #joe keery #joe keery x reader #joyce byers #jim hopper #jane hopper #eleven hopper #stranger things season 4 #stranger things #stranger things 2

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