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sp0o0kylights · 4 months

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Steve Harrington was wearing a Hellfire t-shirt.

It was far too tight on him, the name of the club stretched wide over his chest. The sleeves dug into his biceps, making them pop even more than they usually did, and that was before he crossed his arms.

Worse?

It was short.

Which meant the damn shirt was constantly riding up to give everyone a nice show of the smattering of hair that trailed down past the band of Harrington's jeans.

The same hair that Eddie was determinedly not looking at.

“Henderson, a moment?” He crooked a finger, a smile on his face that was more feral than welcoming.

Rather than cower or even acknowledge that Eddie was two seconds away from murder, Dustin just gave him a gummy grin, all too pleased with himself and his scheme.

“Sure Eddie. Steve, don't just stand there, go help set the booth up!” Dustin gestured to Hellfire’s sad little table, crammed all the way in the back of the gym.

Jeff and Gareth both reacted to the suggestion like a rabid squirrel had been set upon them, nervously inching towards the other side of the booth as Harrington sighed and--shockingly--did as he was told.

‘What,’ Eddie thought angrily, ‘in the everloving fuck.’

“Do you guys mind if I set this down on the table?” Eddie heard Harrington ask as he stormed away, Dustin on his heel.

They wandered just around the corner, out of sight and hopefully, out of the fallen king’s hearing range.

Eddie wasn't sure if Harrington would try and white knight the very much deserved dressing down he was about to give.

Didn’t want to chance it, considering the downright weird relationship he had with Hellfire's freshmen.

(While he’d heard many a tale at his table regarding King Steve since the newest recruits had joined Hellfire, most of them dissolved into arguments without ever really going anywhere.

Best anyone could figure out was that Dustin and Lucas had a bad case of hero worship, while Mike owned a begrudging amount of respect that hailed from a series of misadventures.

The very same misadventures that, despite all protests to the contrary, was clearly some sort of babysitting gig for Harrington.)

Either way, plenty of the King’s court would have loved to take this opportunity to fuck with Hellfire.

Given that Henderson was absolutely too old to require a babysitter at fourteen, Eddie would bet his lunch money that was what Steve was here to do.

Something the club couldn’t afford since they were forever and always two seconds away from being stripped of club status and banned from school grounds.

“I would love to know what went through that all A’s brain of yours when I said,” Eddie whirled on Dustin when they were firmly in the clear, voice low and furious. “no Henderson, do not invite King Steve to help, he is an invading force and would ruin our peaceful kingdom!?”

He clasped his hands behind his back before leaning into Dustin’s face. “Because clearly whatever you heard wasn’t that.”

To Eddie’s continued frustration and confusion, Dustin did not treat this like the threat it was.

None of the freshmen had ever truly treated Eddie like a threat--had somehow skipped that part of the usual onboarding ritual entirely.

Eddie, town freak and drug dealer, who had cultivated his looks and craziness to such a degree that most everyone steered clear, wasn’t used to it.

Everyone had been afraid of him at some point in this shitty school. Jeff, Gareth, hell even half the staff--and that the dorky trio of fourteen year old's clearly thought this all was play-acting made his eye twitch.

Even if it was--maybe, sometimes--welcome.

“I know what you said, but I’m telling you I’m right.” Dustin argued immediately, and oh God, he was using that tone again.

A hand went up into the space between them and Eddie groaned aloud, knowing what was coming.

“First,” Dustin ticked a finger up, “Hellfire really needs the money. Even thirty dollars would get us new figures, but more than that, if we don’t fundraise, we can’t go to Gen Con!”

Dustin's eyes bored into Eddie’s, full of fire and conviction

“Yes,” Eddie said through gritted teeth, “but--”

“Second!” Dustin cut him off, and God the little shit even threw him a look while he did it, like Eddie was the one being ridiculous here!

“We had to fight just to get our table! Principal Higgins was in algebra today practically begging the mathletes to show up, but then tried to tell us we couldn't be here? That’s messed up!”

As if denying them a spot to fundraise was the worst thing that asshole had ever done.

Eddie sighed, breath blasting out of his mouth like a dragon’s.

“Because people think we’re freaks and satanists, Henderson. You don’t typically invite freaks and satanists to the school’s annual Holiday Bazaar. Especially not when all the local moms are paying to hawk their bullshit crafts and tupperware!”

It was more than that of course. The Hawkins High Holiday Bazaar was a tradition spanning several years now. Starting in the gym and spilling clear into the parking lot, everyone from local artists to even some local shops came to host a small table for the day, thus growing the event from a small school fundraiser to a Hawkins' “must-do.”

Half the fucking town was here to sell, and the other half was here to shop, which meant Principle Higgins had wanted Hellfire banned from the fucking premise.

Eddie had been forced to pull out one of his trump cards he’d been saving--blackmail on Higgins that related to the man’s not--so--legal addiction to Percocet that he relied on Reefer Rick for.

(And bless Rick, that hadn’t been the only tidbit he’d shared with Eddie about Higgins. That information, however, Eddie needed just so the asshat wouldn’t give him the boot from school entirely.)

The only reason Eddie had pulled it out to secure their rightful spot, was because of Gen Con.

It was Hellfire's White Whale, their grand adventure, and this was going to be his year to take his friends on one last epic quest to make memories of a lifetime surrounded by people who understood them.

Come hell or high water, Eddie was going to Gen Con--but being able to fundraise by selling wares and baked goods at the stupid Holiday Bazaar would go a long way to help.

Even if he had to listen to the band repeatedly play ear-bleeding renditions of Christmas songs.

“All the clubs get to have a table, and we’re a club!” Dustin continued, like it was that simple. “But you know, I get it. We look scary.”

He gestured down to his own Hellfire shirt, before gesturing towards Eddie’s entire outfit.

Like Eddie didn't know what he looked like, let alone that he'd made this outfit specifically to scare people away from him.

(And maybe add some rockstar flair to this dinky little hick town.)

“You know who doesn’t look scary?”

Dustin held out his hands and swiveled his body like he was presenting a prize instead of gesturing in the vague direction of;

“Steve!”

Eddie’s left eye twitched.

‘You can't kill him, you need his character for the campaign.’ He told himself firmly, even if he envisioned strangling Dustin like a chicken.

Cartoon squawking and all.

“The King isn’t going to help us fundraise, Dustin.” Eddie said, in an effort to break down why Harrington couldn't be here. “He's just going to cause us problems that we can’t afford to have.”

So many problems, half of which Eddie couldn't think of because if he did, he'd start spiraling.

“Really? Because as you keep saying, Steve used to be the King. People love him, Eddie! Mom’s love him.”

Eddie had pulled himself black up to his proper height a while ago, and now rocked back on his heels while he ran a hand down his face.

There was no getting through to Henderson when he was like this.

Not unless Eddie really lost it, and it was practically club lore that he only lost it when someone missed an important game.

One cannot keep a herd of sheep if their flock is terrified of them, after all.

(“Perhaps you’re just a giant fucking softie.” Tiff, one of Hellfire’s graduating members, told him once. “Honestly dude, I bet you throw up stuffing.”

“Shut up Tiffany, your choker is on backwards again.” He'd spat back, completely offended and not at all trying to distract from how true that was.)

“We can’t be satanic if Steve’s the one selling cookies!” Dustin finished doggedly.

“We’re not even selling cookies--that’s not the point!”” Eddie shook his head, hair flying. He was not going to be sidetracked, he wasn’t!

“Harrington is going to end up siding with all the moms about how we’re all wasting time with D&D, if he even spends the whole time at the table. Is that what you want?”

He stuck out a ringed finger, poking at Dustin’s chest.

“Every single person who comes by our table has to be convinced D&D is a writing and math based game. Good for the mind and souls of growing, impressionable children. A game that got a bad rep because of a few silly images.”

A pitch he and Tiff had come up with during the third or fourth time they had to convince an adult that no, just because their shirts had a dragon on it, didn’t mean they were summoning demons in the drama room.

“Harrington can’t do that because Harrington doesn’t even know how to play!”

This Eddie punctuated by throwing his hands in the air.

Given the startled look of the mother-daughter duo passing him by, clearly was louder than he’d intended--but screw it!

He was right!

Hellfire was in a precarious position to both fundraise and do a little damage control among the slightly smarter members of this shithole small town, and Harrington rolling his eyes and gossiping about how stupid it was would hinder that.

“Okay, first of all, Steve’s played D&D with me and he didn’t even kill his character.” Dustin said it like he was unveiling a smoking gun and not lying through his ass--which Eddie would absolutely be calling him on the second he was done talking.

Because King Steve? Play D&D?

'Ha!'

“And he’s not gonna say shit because we--me, and Lucas and even Mike!--asked him to help, and he helps when its serious. I know you have some weird grudge with him, but I’m telling you Eddie he’s our golden ticket to Gen Con!”

“You’re killing me. You are standing here, acting as a friend, when you are bringing a-- a dark force into the midst our of mission--” Eddie hissed, because he was losing the fucking fight and he knew it.

Dustin Henderson was not a man easily swayed.

Had never been, even when the odds were stacked against him (and Grant and Gareth were howling in his ear.)

The set of his shoulders and the glint of the little shithead’s eye meant Eddie wouldn’t be able to use him to oust Harrington--if he even could get him out without the dick causing a massive scene anyway.

As always when outgunned, Eddie flipped to dramatics.

“Betrayed! By my own chosen heir no less!” He moaned, pressing the back of his hand over his eyes as Dustin scoffed.

"Don’t be so dramatic! Steve will help, I promise! Just don’t be a dick to him.”

Conversation apparently over, Dustin turned around to head back to the table

Snidely, he added over his shoulder: “Plus we’ve all caught on to the heir thing Eddie. You tell everyone that so they do what you want.”

The dick.

“You’re too fucking smart for your own good. I’m gonna start feeding you paint chips to bring that IQ down.” Eddie muttered angrily as Dustin went back to their little table.

He gave himself a moment to get his shit together and stomp a foot like a child when Dustin was around the corner and thus couldn’t witness it, before following his wayward sheep back.

Could only pray to any deity listening that Henderson’s meddling didn’t blow up in Hellfire’s face.

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allwaswell16 · 4 months

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neonghostlights · 1 year

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The Love Test: An Eddie Munson Valentines Day Special

A/N: Happy Valentines Day! This is set in the 80's but let's pretend software like this existed back then, okay?

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Cheerleader!Reader

Warnings: Bad writing, sorry. Cussing. Mean-ish Eddie? (He's just protecting his heart okay), Cussing, Overbearing/Mean Parents, Bullying, My blog is 18 + Only, Minors do not interact.

Word Count: 3.2k

Summary: Every year Hawkins High Cheer Team ran an annual fundraiser. This year was Love Compatibility Tests in honor of Valentines Day. What happens when your match is one that you least expected?

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Monday, February 10, 1986

You sat at the decorated table at the front of the cafeteria. The pink plastic tablecloth already had a hole in it from getting stabbed with a pen. It bugged you. Pink and red balloons were anchored to each side. A large sign was taped to the front. You and Chrissy had spent an hour the night before creating the perfect sign, both of you armed with markers and glitter glue.

Support the Hawkins High Cheer Team, Love Tests, $5

This year the cheer squad desperately needed to do something different. The annual bake sales you did had started to flop. You wished you could take credit for the new idea this year, but it was all thanks to Heather. She had shown you the glossy pages of the magazine with a copy of the test on it.

“It is said to be the most accurate compatibility test out there,” she said around a large wad of bubble gum. “It even has a website for you to insert the answers to get the results.”

“That could take forever,” Chrissy said while trying to paint her toes.

“Nope. It’s a software. You just enter in all the tests and their answers and it sorts it for you. Besides, if we all work on it then it’ll take no time. We can even talk to some of the basketball players to help. You know Jason will do whatever you ask if you bat your eyelashes enough for him,” Heather said while dramatically fluttering her eyelids in Chrissy’s face.

You grabbed the magazine from Heather. Reading over the test questions. The first few questions were simple enough; favorite color, music, movie, and food. Then the questions got a little deeper, needing some more well thought out answers.

Both Chrissy and Heather turned to look at you for approval. Although Chrissy was cheer captain and you weren’t, you were the most level headed out of the bunch. If you said it was a good idea, then it was a good idea.

“This might actually work,” you muttered while reading over the rest of the article.

Heather squealed and clapped her hands in triumph, causing Chrissy to paint her whole toe fire engine red.

You smiled at your memory as the next student stepped up to the table to pay for the test.

“It’s complete bullshit,” Eddie said loudly as he threw his lunchbox loudly on the table, causing Dustin to flinch.

Dustin, ever the brave soul, remained mostly unaffected by Eddie’s outbursts. “More forced conformity?” he asked while Gareth and Jeff snickered.

“Basically! Look at that!” He pointed to the Valentines decorated table where the smiley cheerleaders sat. “Every year I put in a request to have some sort of fundraiser for hellfire. But no, I always get turned down. But the cheer squad smiles and wiggles their pom poms one time and they get whatever they want! I mean who wants to celebrate a corrupt capitalist holiday anyway!”

“What makes you think anyone would ever donate to our fundraiser if we had one?” Gareth speaks up.

“That’s not the point!” Eddie practically screams.

Realistically, Eddie knew that they would probably get laughed at if he ever did try a fundraiser. He could only imagine he would get more church pamphlets and bibles than actual monetary donations, but it still wasn’t fair. His club deserved better than to be pushed aside by the school.

The rest of the club knew that when Eddie started to get red in the face over something it was best to distract him before their lunches each got a shoe print in it from his table top tirades.

“But, did you hear what the fundraiser is?” Dustin asked innocently from beside Eddie.

Gareth and Jeff both shot the freshman a warning look.

“Love compatibility tests,” Dustin continued anyway. “Could be fun.”

Eddie scoffed, “Sounds like more bullshit to me. Those things don’t actually work. Not only are they conformists but they’re liars too!”

Mike slowly pulled his lunch tray from the table to his lap in an preemptive attempt to protect it.

Knowing that Eddie wouldn’t be able to turn down a good dare, Dustin spoke again, “Only one way to find out if it’s bullshit or not. I dare you to go take one. See if it’s really bullshit or not.”

Eddie started to sputter. “Like hell am I giving that institution my hard earned money.”

Gareth, who was thoroughly invested, reached into his wallet and slapped a five dollar bill on the table and shoved it towards Eddie. “What? Scared you might fall in love? Or are you too scared about going up there and talking to some cheerleaders?”

Eddie grabbed the bill off the table before he cut his eyes at both Dustin and Gareth. “I’m not scared of anything, especially not them.” He stood from his seat and marched to the table at the front of the room.

You heard someone mumble “What the hell is the freak doing here?” before you saw him.

There standing in your line was Eddie Munson, looking like he’d rather be anywhere but standing in line for a love compatibility test. Although he looked miserable, you felt the butterflies erupt in your stomach at seeing your secret crush.

You two had never really spoken before, but you had seen him around school. He was very hard to miss. You remember when you were new to Hawkins and you had smiled at him a few times just to be met with an eye roll. You learned quickly to stop smiling at him.

Other than that, you never had an issue with Eddie. The rest of the squad and the basketball surely hated him though. The rumors surrounding him seemed to get more and more ridiculous each year.

“Hi, Eddie! Are you here to buy a Love Compatibility Test?” you greeted brightly when he stepped up to the table in front of you.

“Here,” he said as he shoved the money towards you.

Eddie wouldn’t admit it but he felt the prickly sensation of remorse when he watched your smile falter at his rudeness.

“Oh, okay. Here you go. You can fill it out over there and drop it in the box once you’re done. You will get the results on the morning of Valentines Day,” you said, attempting to keep your voice more cheerful.

Eddie nodded his head before moving to the next obnoxiously decorated table to complete the test. Eddie couldn’t help but think that the decorations looked as if Cupid threw up.

“Come on just take one,” Heather said, shoving a blank test into your face and drawing your attention away from watching Eddie’s brow furrow as he looked over the test.

“Why aren’t you making Chrissy take one?” you asked, pointing a finger at your other best friend.

“Because I already know my perfect match.” She sent a loving glance over to Jason’s table where he was currently in a debate over a long past basketball game.

“Fine,” you huffed, snatching the paper from Heather. Grabbing a pencil, you neatly wrote your name at the top of the paper.

The questions were easy enough and were mostly multiple choice, until it got to the last question.

Favorite color? Red.

Favorite genre of music? Metal. Even though you would never admit it to any one else. Especially to none of the friends that were currently sitting with you.

Favorite book genre? Fantasy.

Favorite movie genre? Horror.

The questions continued on like that, even asking about your zodiac sign.

The very last question on the page made you pause with your pencil hovering over the sheet.

What is one thing you want in this life?

You smiled, knowing exactly what you wanted and folded the paper to place with the rest of the completed tests.

Later that night you were exhausted after practice. You trudged into your house dreaming of a hot shower and sleep. Hoping to sneak past your parents, you started to head to your room.

“Come here, we need to talk!” your mother called from the kitchen.

You groaned and rolled your eyes before going to see what she wanted. Knowing her, it was never anything good.

Your mother sat at the counter. Hair perfectly styled and make up done to perfection. You would think she would be ready to walk on the red carpet instead of cooking dinner.

But that’s how your parents were. Always needing to show the world how perfect they were even when no one was watching. It was like they were afraid that if they let the mask slip for just a second someone would jump out with a camera and scream “Gotcha!”

If that ever happened they would likely change their identities and leave the country.

“Why are you so sweaty?” your mom asked with a puckered face of disgust.

Here she goes already. “I had cheer practice.”

“Your sister used to never come home looking like that after practice,” your mom said with a raised eyebrow. “She’s always able to look like a lady and not walk around town looking like she’s homeless.”

You rolled your eyes at the mention of your older sister. The perfect one that could do no wrong. The one that got engaged to a man of your mothers choosing the second she turned 18. Although they will fiercely deny it was an arranged marriage. She was currently living the perfect suburban life with 2.5 kids and a white picket fence.

Your sister seemed happy and you were happy for her. That just wasn’t the life you wanted.

“Noted. What did you need to talk to me about?” Every minute sat under the scrutiny of your mother was a minute too long.

“I spoke to Janet today and her son Josh is taking you out this Friday for Valentine's Day,” she said smugly.

“Not happening,” you replied immediately.

Josh didn’t seem too harmful. He was on the basketball team and you barely spoke to each other. Only really seeing each other when with each other's friends or at the games.

Your mother and his mother had been trying to get you together for years. You were just always able to avoid it. Seemed like your luck was running out.

“They are nice people. You will do as I tell you and not embarrass this family.”

You sent a hopeless glance to your father who sat at the kitchen table with a newspaper pressed to his face.

“Your father agrees too. Josh is a good boy and comes from a good family. You’re going.”

Pressing a hand to your eyes to fight the tears, you knew you wouldn’t win. Your mother would drag you out of the house and into Josh’s car herself if she had too. All you could do in the moment was nod along to what she had to say.

Friday, February 14th, 1986

Eddie had forgotten about the stupid compatibility test thing.

So come Valentines Day, he was surprised when cheerleaders came into his first period class handing out envelopes to students.

The cheerleader that sat his envelope on his desk rolled her eyes at him before prancing away like she would catch a disease.

Eddie eyed the white envelope on his desk. HIs name was written in pink glitter pen and surrounded by heart stickers.

Eddie let out a humorless laugh, prepared to just throw it away without opening it. But, Eddie was a curious man. It wouldn’t hurt to just take one look and never think about it again, right?

Eddie glanced around the room. All of the students were too busy opening their own envelopes and giggling about the results.

Quickly opening it he pulled out the heart shaped lollipop and shoved it in his pocket for later.

His heart dropped when he saw your name written on the red cardstock in bold black letters.

After handing out all of the results, you felt a hand on your elbow.

Nearly the whole school had taken tests, sending your fundraiser well over its goal.

It had been a long few days of figuring out everybody’s results and making the cards. You had at least two mental breakdowns since the software crashed three times while processing.

“Can we talk?” Chrissy said in a hushed tone, doing her best to not alert the other cheerleaders.

“Yeah, what’s wrong?” you asked confused.

“I’m the one that did your results. I didn’t want the rest of the girls to see it. Here.” She held out the envelope with your name on it infront of you. “I just want you to know I think it’s really great. He seems like such a nice guy.”

“You make me nervous when you ramble,” you sighed while pulling apart the seal to look at the results.

Eddie Munson

Chrissy shot you a knowing smile as she watched the expression on your face. She had been the only one of your friends who knew of your crush on him. Even after years of her trying to talk you into approaching him, she knew this would be the push you needed.

“What?! There’s no way. We are so different.”

“Maybe you aren’t as different as you think,” Chrissy said with a wink before skipping off.

Leaving you in the hallway to think about what you were going to do next.

You swallowed down your pride and decided to approach Eddie during lunch.

Walking to his table, you saw the way he smiled and laughed with his friends. Each of them were so unapologetically themselves. You couldn’t help but feel the monstrous pang of jealousy in your gut. “Hi, Eddie,” you said sweetly when you reached his table.

His eyes snapped up to you in surprise before turning into a glare.

“Can I help you?” His cold tone was not what you expected. Maybe he just hadn’t read his results yet.

“Can we talk?” You asked hopefully. Hoping he would say yes and you’d be able to go somewhere away from his friends prying eyes.

“Don’t you have some pom poms to go shake? Go bother someone else.”

You cringed at his rudeness. His friends at his table turned to stare at him wide eyed.

“Seriously, go,” He snapped at you.

You froze in place feeling your face start to heat. You had always stood up for Eddie against the jocks, even if he didn’t see that. Your eyes started to water as you turned on your heels and hurried out of the lunch room.

“What the hell was that?” Dustin practically screamed at Eddie.

Eddie just shrugged, “The cheerleaders are trying to play a prank on me.”

“And how is that?” Mike spoke up.

“That stupid compatibility test. I got her name back as my results. There’s no way that’s legit. She was probably just coming over here to laugh at me or something.” Eddie rolled his eyes and popped a pretzel into his mouth.

“Eddie, I’ve met her. She’s super nice. She’s even asked me about Hellfire and Dungeons and Dragons before. I don’t think it was a joke,” Gareth said calmly.

“She tutored me for my Spanish test one time! She was nice to me,” Dustin said quickly.

This grabbed Eddie’s attention as he looked at his young friend. He can admit that seeing how someone treated his friends was a good show of character for him.

“Really?” Eddie asked quietly. Unsure of himself.

“Yes, and you just made her cry,” Dustin said with crossed arms.

“Shit!” Eddie said, hopping up from his seat. “Did you see where she went?” He said as he looked around the cafeteria.

“She ran out that way.” Mike pointed to the open cafeteria doors, now bored with the conversation.

Eddie rushed out of the cafeteria in hope of finding you.

He walked the halls for a few minutes before he heard the soft sniffles from behind the drama room door.

He opened the door slowly, hoping to not frighten you. You wouldn’t blame you if you refused to talk to him but he felt like he needed to at least try to explain himself.

“Eddie? What are you doing here?” You asked softly, trying to hide your face from him.

“I thought this was just my designated crying spot,” he said in a light tone, hoping to make you laugh. When he noticed your face fall a little more he took a step closer. “That was me trying to be funny and failing.”

You let out an airy laugh, “Why are you here?”

“I, uh, just wanted to apologize for the way I spoke to you earlier. It wasn’t right. I just need to know though, were my results a prank?”

Your jaw popped open in shock. “A prank? You really think I would do that to you?”

“I didn’t really know. I’m sorry for assuming. I just don’t have a very good relationship with popular people. I’m sure you’ve noticed.”

“I’m sorry I made you think I was like that. I tried to smile and say hi to you a few times but you didn’t seem very interested in having me as a friend,” you admitted shyly. Suddenly your shoes were the most interesting things in the room.

“Yeah, well consider me being in shock. A pretty girl smiling at me? No way.”

You felt your cheeks start to heat at hearing him calling you pretty. He said it so smoothly that you weren’t even sure he noticed himself say it.

“What was your answer to the last question?” He asked suddenly. “I think the question was: What is one thing you want in this life?”

That question had been on Eddie's mind all week since he read it on the test. He had been curious about what your answer had been.

“Oh,” you mumbled, growing more shy. Taking a deep breath you said, “The ability to be myself.”

I wide grin spread across Eddie's face. “Well, I think those results are more accurate than I originally thought.”

You met his smile with your own as the room grew quiet for a moment.

“Go out with me tonight? I mean we probably can’t do anything fancy but-”

You cut him off abruptly before he could talk himself out of it. “I’d love to.”

You didn’t miss the outrage on your mothers face as you walked right past Josh and his bouquet of roses and headed to Eddie’s van.

Eddie showed up at 7:00 P.M. on the dot to pick you up for your date. He was holding a small cluster of white flowers that looked like he had picked them right from the side of the road. You loved them. They were the prettiest flowers you had ever seen.

Eddie held the door open for you and helped you step up into the van before running around the front and jumping into his own seat. Before he drove off to take you onto the best date you’d ever had he turned to you.

“Didn’t realize I had competition,” he said with a smirk.

“Don’t worry. There’s no competition.”

#eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson x fem reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson au #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fandom #stranger things 4 #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x cheerleader!reader

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Maybe he’ll blame it on his wording or maybe blame it on the lack of romantic setting. Maybe he could blame it on the crowd around them.

Because he didn’t want to think of the answer being no. If that were the case, he might just die of a broken heart.

Steve’s first ‘girlfriend’ was this adorable little red head girl when he was five. Actually, when he thinks about it she wasn’t his ‘girlfriend’ but actually his little ‘boyfriend’ because she thought it was funny to call him ‘girlfriend’ instead and she wanted to be called ‘boyfriend’ which he gladly did. He remembers her pretty clearly because she was also his best friend at the time, her name is Delilah. He hasn’t seen her in years, hopes she’s okay and happy. The way she called him ‘girlfriend’ is probably what started his secret love of feminine names for himself.

He thinks that was probably his easiest “relationship” mostly because well, he was five. He remembers asking her to play and that was it. They were attached at the hip, Delilah’s mom would pick him up from his house when demanded and then he’d spend the rest of his day with Delilah and her family. Some of his best childhood memories are with them.

It’s probably the blueprint for his relationship to Eddie.

Expect, Eddie asked him to smoke one random day and then suddenly he’s being called ‘baby girl’ and ‘darling’. It made his heart beat so much faster and his cheeks run hot. Eddie wouldn’t demand him to come over, just wouldn’t let him leave most nights. They’d have late dinners with Wayne and enjoy quiet nights together and lazy mornings. He’s truly his happiest with the Munson family.

So, despite the fact that legally they can’t get married, he decided to get a ring and ask Eddie anyway.

Finding the perfect ring wasn’t as hard as he’s heard. Maybe it’s because he knows Eddie, knows what he hates and loves. Or maybe it’s just that the first ring he saw was perfect for Eddie. As soon as he saw it, his brain immediately came up with images of Eddie wearing it. When the sells person asked about his own ring, he declined and said he’ll pick something out later.

Eddie’s the one that’s good with creating a story, especially off the top of his head. So instead of coming up with anything like that, he’s planning on just laying it all out and hoping for the best. He swears to mention how much he loves Eddie, talk about their future and so much more.

He doesn’t bother hiding that he’s with Eddie when they get into the restaurant, it’s pretty common now for the two of them to be seen together. Most people don’t even look twice at them anymore, there’s of course still one or two. But it doesn’t bother them much.

It’s not the most romantic restaurant, just the little diner in town. Because Enzo’s was already busy plus the owner shoots glares at them even though Robin ripped a new one into him for being homophobic. So instead of the romantic scene, they’re in the little diner with checkered floors and terrible teal blue walls with pink accents. There’s sad looking daisies on the tables with old worn broken menus, and music neither of them actually like. Some old country song that Steve can’t even remember the name.

Their waiter is some senior from high school that looks bored. Repeating their orders back to them before walking off and Steve finally takes a chance to reach over at Eddie’s hands, “Eds, I got something for you”

Eddie brightens up at that, his smile is addicting and Steve smiles just to match him even if his nerves are making him squirm. Letting go of one of Eddie’s hands, he goes to pull out the tiny little black box that’s been making his pockets burn all day.

“What is it, Stevie?” Eddie’s voice goes up a notch and before he knows it, starts to ramble. “Is today a special day? I know it’s not my birthday and it’s not yours either, there’s no anniversary that I can think of. You also don’t celebrate many holidays lately, so it can’t be that. Or am I forgetting something? Is it an anniversary? Should I be getting you something-“

Usually he loves hearing Eddie ramble but his voice is getting higher and it’s starting to crack, so he shoves the box back into his pocket and grabs Eddie’s hands again in a tight grip. “Eds, baby, calm down! It’s okay”

Before either of them can say anything more their food is there and they let go of each other to eat. In between bites, he tries again, “I was thinking, maybe in the future, if we uh- we could go and get my last name to be…”

He gets cut off by waiters loudly and annoyingly singing ‘happy birthday’ to the table next to them and he wants to kick himself for his wording already. It’s turning out to be a disaster, and he doesn’t exactly know how to come back from it. So, they continue to eat their food quietly with some small talk instead. Once the badly singing waiters leave and their food is mostly gone, he tries again.

“Eddie, I have something to ask you” his nerves are showing in his voice, even to his own ears. Hopefully he looks aren’t reflecting how nervous he is, but he can’t see himself anywhere and he knows looking away would not be good. Without messing with the box in his pocket, “Would you want to share a last name?”

Internally cringing at his words, he hopes that Eddie understands. Looking at him, with the silence going that feels like the world has stopped, it seems like maybe that it…doesn’t. He knows it comes out wrong and that Eddie doesn’t get it. Because his face is full of confusion, normally he loves it. Normally Eddie being confused is always cute and Steve loves it, especially when he gets to explain something to Eddie.

But right now? He hates it.

“Like, you uhh” Eddie speechless is a wonder usually. Steve hates it right now, much like how much he hates his own wording. “Wouldn’t it be weird if Wayne adopted you? Since we’re dating?”

He’s speechless himself, of all the options Eddie picks that one? He shakes his head and his hand goes for the box in his pocket, “no, no. That’s- just, no. Eddie, I’d like to-“

“Stevie, are you okay?” The question comes out of left field and it makes him wonder why, until he feels a wetness to his cheeks and, damnit. He’s tearing up from all his nerves. He didn’t even notice, sighing he just nods. “Are- are you sure?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m okay. Let’s just go home, yeah?”

Eddie doesn’t quite agree but also doesn’t say anything else. Just moves next to him and loops his arm with Steve’s. Then they’re off to the car and all Steve needs now is a moment alone to figure out how he went so wrong when he had a plan.

Part 2

This was originally suppose to be the full fic but uhh tumblr kept deleting my last thing i'd type up. So now I'm splitting it into two parts. Anyway, I completely blame @i-less-than-three-you and this post for this. So thanks @undreaming-fanfiction for this idea bug I seriously couldn’t stop thinking about it, when I should be writing more of part 6 for my angst fic.

#steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington x eddie munson #stranger things fic #steddie au #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #nburkhardt writes #i spent way too much time googling things for this #it was suppose to be short idk what happened #the proposal fic

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hello and welcome to the last fic rec of the year featuring my favourite works from what i’ve read during the past weeks. as always, please check tags before reading. if you liked the fics please reblog their posts, leave kudos and write a nice comment. happy reading! rec tag | more rec lists

— harry/louis —

໑ A Christmas at Home by @parmahamlarrie (T, 3k, established relationship, nurse louis, kid fic, christmas fluff) After meeting his boyfriend in the emergency room, not having Louis home for Christmas Eve (and his birthday) was not a big surprise to Harry. What he didn't expect was just how hard that would be on his six year old son, Arlo.

Or, the one where Arlo wants nothing more than to celebrate Louis' birthday with him, and Harry hates having to be the parent who says no.

໑ Could Be Kissing my Fruit Punch Lips by thecheshirepussycat / @the-cheshire-pussy-cat (E, 4.5k, strangers to lovers, college au, camboy louis, pining harry) Harry happens upon a porn site that specializes in live videos and sort of falls in love with the cute boy he only knows as Kitty.

And then he gets the surprise of his life when he finds out Kitty attends his university…

໑ Your name is tattooed to the bottom of my heart by @meloummy (E, 6.6k, canon au, established relationship, ass tattoo, light dom/sub) Prompt 114: a PWP where Louis gets an arse tattoo with Harry’s name for his birthday.

Or where Harry likes to mark what is his and receives a very special surprise fulfilling one of his fetishes; to see Louis marked for life with something related to him and in one of his favourite places.

໑ with gilded wolves on the wall by bruisedhoney / @yvesaintlourent (E, 13.3k, enemies to lovers, a/b/o game of thrones au, arranged marriage, fantasy) The Game of Thrones ABO AU where Harry is of the North, and Louis cannot be burnt.

໑ Wedding Bells Will Never Ring For Me by @lousmoonshine (E, 14.8k, exes to lovers, champagne problems au, famous louis, non-famous harry) After a failed proposal a few years back, Louis gets an unexpected invitation to his ex - Harry’s – wedding.

໑ play by the rules by @shimmeringevil (E, 21.8k, established relationship, bdsm, soft dom harry, read tags) Fed up with the excess energy that’s wreaking havoc on his personal and professional life, Louis asks his boyfriend to dom him in the hopes that it’ll help him relax. Unfortunately, Harry is a bit of a disaster when it comes to being a dom. So, Louis decides to get creative to try and encourage the dominant side out of him.

໑ tell me that your sweet love hasn't died by punk_pillow_princess / @punkpillowprincess (M, 27.4k, established relationship, happiest season au, movie inspired, hidden relationship, coming out, christmas) Louis and Harry have been in a relationship for a year. While on their way to Harry's parents' house and his family's legendary annual Christmas party, Louis discovers that Harry has not yet come out of the closet to his family, who are also full of secrets, fears and afraid of a bad reputation in town.

໑ Snow In Love by @lululawrence (NR, 33k, friends to lovers, advent fic, fake/pretend relationship) Harry and Louis are best friends and have been for basically as long as they can remember. For the first time since middle school, they are both single for the holidays leaving them with the brilliant idea to take each other as their dates to work events. To make things easier they will pretend like they’re dating. But then they learn something funny.

People thought they were already dating. Weird.

໑ Heart Beat by @allwaswell16 (E, 33.4k, acquaintances to lovers, advent fic, small town au, teacher harry, single parent louis, kid fic) Hideaway Haven is the place that Louis has always called home. It's also the place that Harry had tried to leave behind him. When Harry returns to start a music academy in his hometown, he finds himself face to face with his high school crush—and his charming daughter who wants to learn to play the drums.

— rare pairs / categories —

໑ Chaos by @haztobegood (louis/omc, M, 100, canon, fitf tour, bodyguard) Against the barricade, it’s complete chaos.

໑ Fine Line by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13 (louis/nick grimshaw, G, 1k, established relationship, canon compliant, relationship reveal) Telling his family was always going to be a big deal, but doing it alone was a sacrifice he could make. He never thought they’d fall about laughing.

໑ Daydream by @allwaswell16 (girl direction louis/zayn, T, 2k, strangers, coffee shop au, university student louis, farmer zayn) Every Thursday, Louis nods hello to her fellow regulars at Horan’s Cafe, one of whom is the woman of her dreams.

໑ Baking Memories by @haztobegood (louis/jack cochrane, T, 2k, canon compliant, kitchen chaos, christmas baking) After a long day of songwriting, Jack convinces Louis to bake mince pies together.

໑ say yes to heaven by edensrose / @holdingthornsandroses (louis/ethan hawke, M, 2.8k, strangers to lovers, 90s theatre au, references to shakespeare) Later when he’s back at the apartment with Oli, as Louis is somewhat dreamily waxing poetic about Ethan, Oli interrupts.-

“Does he quote Shakespeare when you fuck?” he asks, poking at the sizzling eggs on the stove.

Louis’ cheeks turn suspiciously pink.

Oli peers at his face. “Oh my god, he DOES. I KNEW IT.” He triumphantly brandishes his spatula in the air.

໑ Two Stars Passing By by Stria (Asia117) / @nooradeservedbetter (niall/lewis capaldi, G, 2.9k, established relationship, a/b/o au, domestic fluff) “I’ll have you know, I’m perfectly comfortable not looking and acting like a traditional alpha.” He needs Lewis to know that, for some reason.“Sure, mr feminism,” Lewis snorts. “Come on, we’re missing the game.”

(Or, fluffy slice-of-life moments in Niall and Lewis' relationship) ໑ One by @allwaswell16 (louis/tommy shelby, E, 4k, one night stands, pack a/b/o au, peaky blinders au, historical, pregnancy) When omega Louis Tomlinson becomes pregnant after an unexpected encounter, he decides his only option is to flee his pack. But Tommy Shelby, pack alpha of the Peaky Blinders, might not be willing to let him go so easily.

໑ it's a holidate by @disgruntledkittenface (harry/nick grimshaw, M, 4.3k, strangers to lovers, american au, company holiday party) When Nick meets Harry at his company holiday party, he never would have predicted that he’d met his match. Luckily, he’s been known to be wrong on occasion.

໑ a silent night with you by edensrose / @holdingthornsandroses (louis/lee pace, M, 7.8k, strangers to lovers, christmas au, writer louis, fake relationship louis/omc) Louis Lane. Popular British columnist and cook extraordinaire. He has a fiancé and and a sixty acre farm. Except Louis Tomlinson has none of these things. Guess who’s coming to dinner.

໑ Jump! by @reminiscingtherain (louis/tommy longhurst, M, 15.8k, strangers to lovers, canon, touring life) He let out a noise of surprise as his arms were suddenly full of a sweaty body, as Tommy threw himself at Louis and held on tightly.“Thank you so fucking much,” he muttered against Louis’ shoulder, squeezing a little. “You have no idea how much this means to us.”Louis softened a little, gently tapping Tommy’s back.“I absolutely know what this means, lad,” he replied, his voice gentle and supportive. “The way you’re reacting to being out there? That’s exactly why I chose you for the support slot.” He gave a reassuring squeeze. “You deserve this, okay?” He pulled back a little, gripping the back of Tommy’s neck and looking him in the eyes. “You deserve this.”

໑ 'tis the damn season by YesIsAWorld / @louandhazaf (girl direction hl, E, 17.9k, friends to lovers, advent fic, returning home) Harry returns to her small hometown over the holiday season and starts to think about the road not taken.

#28th appreciation #1dficvillage #1dsource #hlcreators #hljournal #trackinghome #ficsfor4am #*#*rec

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svthub presents: snowventeen

Welcome to Snowventeen! Have a cup of hot cocoa and browse our collection of holiday stories...

This collab will contain a combination of SFW and NSFW works. See each individual fic for tags and warnings.

Join the Snowventeen taglist!

➤ Seungcheol: Baby it's Cold Outside by @idyllic-ghost

tags: NSFW - smut, romance, high school sweethearts to strangers to lovers, ceo!scoups x bookstore owner!reader

synopsis: Wintertime is the perfect time for love to blossom. In the cold air, you find yourself needing to be warmed up in the arms of someone new. This holiday season was something special, something magical. It all started with meeting an old friend in your very own bookstore. Somehow it ended with him in your bed. What once seemed buried started making its way up again; the ice surrounding your heart seemed to be thawing. Can old love be renewed?

➤ Jeonghan: Holidate by @onlymingyus

tags: NSFW - smut, angst

synopsis: It's only for a week, he's doing you a favor, and he's your fake boyfriend. Why do you have to keep reminding yourself of that?

➤ Joshua: Cast me in a Better Light by @seungkwansphd

tags: SFW, fluff, musical actor!joshua x pit orchestra member!reader

synopsis: Joshua is a great singer and actor, you can admit that, but would it kill him to have some rhythm? The Christmas musical really will fail if you can't figure out how to read his cues, but he's wondering if you'll ever realize that he's sending you a different kind of signal, too.

tags: NSFW - smut, angst

➤ Junhui: Sounds of the Season by @junkissed part 2: "match of the season" (NSFW)

tags: SFW, fluff, college student radio host!junhui x college student!reader

synopsis: when your university’s radio show hosts a matchmaking event to raise money, you figure, what have you got to lose? the question you should be asking is, what have you got to gain?

➤ Soonyoung: Day Of by @wonwussy

tags: NSFW - smut, crack, fluff

synopsis: December isn’t just for your typical gift giving holidays. There’s so much more to celebrate. You just have to get creative.

➤ Wonwoo: A Winter Interlude by @wondernus

tags: SFW, fluff, romance, coworker!wonwoo

synopsis: maybe this is meant to be an interlude - an unforeseen passing moment in each other's timelines. but with the stroke of a conductor's baton, the symphony lands on the fermata, hovering above the note. do we allow this interlude to become something longer than a short period in our lives, or do we end it after all of it is over?

➤ Jihoon: When We Didn't by @bitchlessdino

tags: NSFW - smut, fluff

synopsis: Remember when we almost? But we didn’t. And now what, you’re gonna sit alone, underneath your barely standing Christmas tree and not expect me to sit next to you? Maybe we should’ve.

➤ Seokmin: Love to Keep me Warm by @strawberryya

tags: SFW, fluff, comfort

synopsis: The holiday season is approaching, and you and your boyfriend decide to spend Christmas together for the first time since you began seeing each other. Trees must be chosen, sweets must be made, and gifts must be wrapped and placed just in time for the day. And nothing makes it better than doing it together with Seokmin.

➤ Mingyu: Hallmark Moment by @onlymingyus part 2: "Love on 42nd Street" (NSFW, fluff, angst)

tags: SFW, fluff, angst, crack, single dad!mingyu x single mom!reader

synopsis: The kids have been watching too many Christmas movies, and are now determined to have their very own magical moment with their parents.

➤ Minghao: Glacial Pace by @wonusite

tags: NSFW - smut, fluff, fake dating, friends to lovers

synopsis: you've been in love with xu minghao from the moment he put a bandage on your cut at the age of six. when he asks you to pretend to be his girlfriend to get his prying family off his back, you quickly realize that keeping your feelings hidden from him will be next to impossible. especially since your meddling friends are determined to have you admit your feelings before the holiday season is over.

➤ Seungkwan: Everyone Knows by @onlymingyus

tags: SFW, fluff, fake dating, angst

synopsis: You know everything about Seungkwan so it shouldn't be so hard to pick out a Christmas present for your best friend. Everyone else knows it's hard to pick out the perfect gift for someone you are in love with.

➤ Vernon: Cold Hands, Warm Hearts by @duhnova

tags: SFW, fluff, humor, mildly suggestive, single dad!vernon x single mom!reader

synopsis: This holiday season, your daughter decided the best present she could give to you was a new boyfriend, which is why she and her best friend Yujin have taken it upon themselves to play matchmaker. Their candidate? Yujin's father.

➤ Chan: Hoodie Szn (But Make it Jolly) by @multi-kpop-fanfics

tags: NSFW - smut, fluff, mild comedy

synopsis: Getting snowed in with your boyfriend isn't as bad as you think: you can put up some early decorations, steal your boyfriend's hoodie - did we mention getting fucked in that hoodie?

#svthub #svthub.collab

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Interview with Joker Out's member Nace Jordan, from Slovenian magazine Kranjčanka!

"Enriched by a special experience"

We caught up with Nace Jordan, bassist of Joker Out, a week or so after the Eurovision show in Liverpool, a few days after the show in Zagreb, and just before they left for the show in Dublin, where they sold out their first show in twenty minutes… On stage, they kept company to the Irish performers.

The fact that this guy, who is otherwise from Mlaka (T.N: small village near Kranj), is fully booked, can be confirmed by telling you that he moved into a new flat in March of this year - he has been living in Ljubljana for some time now - but he has spent less than 14 days there until it was time for the Eurovision Song Contest. He still returns to Kranj at least twice a week to visit his mother and to stay true to himself: he decided to get a personal trainer a while ago, so now he also goes to Kranj to train there.

Nace Jordan came into contact with music in primary school. He first played the guitar, which he soon replaced with the bass guitar. "Around the fifth grade of primary school (T.N: 10-11 years old), I became interested in instruments and a classmate and I decided to start a music group. He bought a drum set and I bought an electric guitar. Then we quickly saw that there were no bass players. So I sold the guitar and bought a bass guitar," he explains. He has no formal musical training, but says he has been lucky that wherever he has gone in life, there has always been a good mentor who has been able to guide him.

I: How long did this primary school group last?

N: In those days it was a well-known Kranj band called Success. We did a lot of gigs. It's interesting that all the band members from that time are now living off music. They are, for example, the guitarist Nejc Ušlakar, Tajda Jovanović - also from Mlaka - who is a top classical singer and used to sing at the famous Scala in Milan; if I am not mistaken, she is now teaching classical singing in Dubai. We just created an environment for ourselves and stayed in music. The drummer and keyboard player, Aljaž Bernik and Miha Petrovič, have, for example, a very successful wedding band, called Pop Deluxe.

I: What came after primary school? (* (T.N: In Slovenia, primary school lasts for 9 years, from ages 6-15)

N: I enrolled at the then Iskra University, majoring in mechatronics, but just before graduation I started working - actually playing on a cruiser. By some chance I found myself at a jam session open mind in Kranj, where the Kranj drummer Rok Rozman was looking for someone to go on the boat with him. He was impressed with me, I auditioned and of course they weren't very happy at home when I confronted them with the fact that I was going to take my final exams the following year. I was just 18 years old.

I: Was that a cruise ship?

N: Yes. We were travelling in the Baltic Ocean. I remember that we started in Germany, in a port north of Hamburg, then continued on to Gdansk, St Petersburg and to the Scandinavian countries.

l: That was probably the only time you've been on a cruise ship of that kind, a tourist cruise ship?

I've had a lot of people ask me if I would ever go on holiday on a cruise ship. Probably not. But I would go and have another look at the one I played on.

I: When you came back to Slovenia, did you graduate from high school? N: I didn't and I still regret it a little bit. When I came back from the ship, I started working with the singer Katarina Malo. During that time, I was also taken under the wing of two musicians from Primorska (T.N.: a region in the South-Western part of Slovenia) - that's what I mentioned: I found myself somewhere and then a mentor came along. I learned a lot from them. They were David Morgan and Denis Beganovic - Kiki. The first one is a top jazz drummer from the coastal area, he organises a lot of stuff, and he also plays with Avtomobili (T.N. slovenian band), I think he even played with Plestenjak (T.N. Jan Plestenjak, a famous Slovenian pop singer) at one point. Whereas Kiki is a multi-instrumentalist. He's an extraordinary talent. He has worked with Kanzyani and other famous DJs and musicians from abroad. He has made a lot of music, and he also led the Big Band from the coastal region. That was a really nice period for me. I even moved to the coastal region for a short period.

I: Why music, why not football?

N: Certainly not football (laughs). It's the sport I'm least talented in, or rather, all ball sports fall into that context - be it table tennis or football; and, even though my surname is Jordan, I'm the worst basketball player in the world (laughs). Just two days ago, I met my first grade teacher, and of course the topic of music and Eurovision came up. She told me that she knew even back then that school was not for me, but that I would definitely do something creative in my life. It brought back memories of how bored I was at school and how I would rather draw under my desk than listen, even though I was not a bad student.

I: You haven't been a member of Joker Out for long.

N: Since last year. Martin Jurkovič, the original bass player, felt at some point that music was not his main path. He is also an extremely talented programmer and is studying in that direction. He wants to study abroad and decided to finish that chapter. I knew the lead singer of the band, Bojan, from some mutual friend groups before, and the guys were looking for someone who was around their age, professional, good at what they do, and they thought of me. And Martin was in favour of me coming into the group instead of him.

I: And did you imagine that the band would continue the way it did?

N: From the beginning I went into the band with a bit of hesitation. I even suggested a test period. I had learnt that there has to be chemistry between the members. And if we didn't get along with each other the way we do, we wouldn't have performed on the Eurovision stage. We would have had a fight otherwise.

I: Do you spend a lot of time together?

N: First there were the Eurovision showcase concerts, and now there is the summer concert tour in Slovenia. We also have quite a few problems, because we get a lot of calls from abroad. It's logistically difficult, so we're looking for a solution to link some of the concerts to the tour. After the Eurovision Song Contest, we really started to get noticed abroad.

I: Was this your first Eurovision Song Contest?

N: Yes. But I have been to EMA (slovenian national selection for ESC) several times before.

I: Was it as you imagined it would be?

N: Even better. I can say that everyone who has been through this kind of experience has told us that it will be really tough: there will be a lot of work, but that we should also expect crazy parties. But in the end, it was much less exhausting than we expected. In fact, we had such a busy schedule beforehand that Eurovision itself was almost easier for us afterwards. We were practically in the Arena for five days, the rest was socialising, interviews and other commitments. In principle, we like that.

I: You seemed to be well received.

N: We were lucky enough to have connected with practically all the performers. We were always in a good mood, which was seen and felt both in the performances and in the interviews, during the statements. We came home really enriched by a special experience. And it was really nice to see how the people at home supported us. After the first semi-final, we got some footage of how they were watching us and we were just amazed how behind Bežigrad (Ljubljana district), let's say, they watched the first semi-final show in an organised way. The energy was crazy, like at a match.

I: What about Liverpool? Was there any time to "play tourists"?

N: During Eurovision, not really. We were in Liverpool before, because we were shooting a video. I think it was after Barcelona, and we did a lot of walking around the city then. For those who like the Beatles, Liverpool is great.

I : How did it come about that you went to Eurovision in the first place?

N : When I came into the group, the guys and I immediately started talking about whether we would go to this year's EMAs. We decided to go. We knew we would definitely be one of the favourites because we have a really big and extremely loyal audience. Well, then the EMA didn't happen. The jury decided to make their own choice, from the five entries who had the most songs of the week during that year. And I think only two of us ended up applying. There was no EMA, and they sent us to Liverpool.

I: You mostly use Slovenian in your songs.

N: Of course. We have a few songs in English, but we mostly sing in Slovenian. We were talking about how we would work going forwards, and we agreed not to bother with the language. We are proud of our Slovenian language. It's really something beautiful when you see an adult Peruvian man or a five-year-old Spanish girl singing our song in Slovenian. In that moment you understand the athletes and you are proud to be Slovenian.

I: How is it on the street? Do people recognise you? You often hear: is that the bass player of Joker Out?

N: Yes, quite. Most of the time it's people who say something nice to you, or want a selfie. Of course, there are also some "admirers" who stick gum all over my car or leave messages. There's a good side and a bad side to being a public personality. Sometimes it requires of you to spend three hours taking photos - but if you enjoy doing something, that's not a problem either.

I: Do you think that it is actually the fact that you get along well in a group that "pulls" in the audience?

N: The energy between us is definitely something that is contagious. I don't know if it's what makes the audience really like us, but it's something that puts even someone who is in a bad mood in a good mood.

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Whatever He Wants- Danny Wagner

Summary: You and Danny walk a fine line between just friends or more. The both of you scared to lose one another to unrequited love. Who will be the first to confess the truth, despite the consequences?

Genre: Friends to Lovers.

Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings: Cursing, Injuries, Alcohol, and Implied Sexual Relations.

A/N: I love to hear feedback, so please don’t hesitate to do so. Thank you for all the love and support <3333 By the way, the fic was loosely based on Phoebe Bridgers song “Graceland Too”.

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Rounding the corner, you quickly follow after the security guard. You told Jake you didn’t need an escort to your seat tonight, but like always he insisted. Regardless of Jake’s incessant need to pamper you, you can’t help but be appreciative.

To be fair, the two of you have been best friends since early childhood. Your parents and his had been good friends since high school, so it was inevitable. You grew up alongside the boys, but your parents moved you to the town over right before you started school. Instead of spending every day together, you all spent vacations and holidays together. Fortunately, you and the boys remained close throughout the years, which leads you to where you are now.

In honor of Josh’s glammed up look, you decided to basically bedazzle yourself in gems and glitter. After profusely thanking the security guard for taking you to your seat, you finally get a good look at the crowd. You sit in the seats closest to the side of the stage in order to have access to backstage. The crowd is truly alive tonight. Everyone is dressed to the nines and wearing the brightest smiles possible. This show will be extra special, you can feel it.

Finally, the show gets started and the boys are on fire. This has been the first show you’ve gotten to see since they’ve been on tour. Work has been nonstop, so you’ve had no free time lately. But, when Jake called and begged you to take some time off and come see them play you couldn’t say no, especially if it meant you got to see Danny in action.

Speaking of, Danny looks absolutely ethereal tonight. If we’re being completely honest, he always looks that good. Thankfully no one sits close enough to you to see your jaw hanging open like an idiot. The last person who needs to hear or see your ridiculous reaction is Danny.

Let’s give some backstory, shall we?

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Jake had invited you to one of his classic Sunday dinners. You had just moved into town a few weeks ago and decided it would be best if you familiarized yourself with the boy’s friends. Obviously being the overly anxious person, you are, you’ve managed to send yourself into a state of panic. There is only one reason to be as panicked as you are right now. After all this time knowing the Kiszka boys your finally meeting Danny. It’s insane how the both of you haven’t managed to cross paths with each other. Your schedules never aligned so you had no chance of meeting until now.

The pressure is on tonight. The boys had talked nonstop about Danny over the years, so the need to impress was ever present.

The sunny weather helped encourage your wardrobe for this evening, by opting to wear your best sundress. You knew Jake would insist on sitting on his back porch so comfort is necessary.

While on your way to his house, you drown out your anxiety by blasting music through your speakers. Once you arrive at Jake’s house you quickly realize your one of the last ones to show up, which only makes your anxiety worse.

After convincing yourself not to drive off in fear of everyone’s attention on you, you make your way to his door. “I’m doing this for Jake, I’m doing this for Jake,” you murmured under your breath. Softly knocking on the door, you patiently wait for someone to answer.

“Y/n you’re here!” Sam stands in the doorway, arms wide awaiting your arrival. Giving Sam a small smile, you wrap your arms around him. “Miss an opportunity to embarrass y’all in front of your friends, I wouldn’t dare,” you nervously chuckle.

Of course, Sam being Sam, he immediately senses your existential dread from a mile away. Trying his best to calm you he whispers, “We’ve got plenty of drinks in the kitchen. I’ve been drinking since 3 so I’m feeling quite limber.” You snort, “Good to know Sam, good to know.”

You quickly slip by Sam in search of his older brother. Making your way through the sea of people, you manage to reach the back porch. Jake stands in all his glory at the grill. He swears people call him the grill master, but we all know that’s not true. The minute he catches your eye, he excuses himself from his previous conversation to skip over to you. He scoops you into a big hug and immediately starts rambling. You can’t help but laugh at his excitement at seeing you, even though you saw each other literally yesterday.

“Fancy dress, you look exquisite as always,” he exclaims. Before you can respond, you hear a squawk call of your name behind you. Josh rounds the corner grinning at you. “Y/n, Y/n. I need to steal you away from Jake for a moment. There’s some people I want you to meet,” Josh says.

You do your best at making small talk with all their friends until Jake and Sam drag you away to meet the man of the hour.

Holy shit.

Suddenly your face to face with the most gorgeous man you’ve ever seen.

“Danny,” Sam hollers. Danny gives him a wide smile. “I’m surprised you showed. You looked ready to pass out in the studio this morning,” Jake laughs.

You stand behind Jake slightly in fear, but also in awe. Meeting new people isn’t exactly your forte, so having to attempt a conversation with this beautiful man will be near impossible. “Danny this is Y/n,” Jake says.

Danny finally makes eye contact with you and smiles. Your heart feels like its stopped. Your breath is completely taken away. Your voice comes out in a whisper.

“Hi,” you say, meanwhile your face is completely flushed.

Danny grins down at you. “It’s lovely to finally meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you,” he says. You smile bashfully, “All good things I hope.”

Trying to act as calm, you attempt to not fidget around. Jake can see just how nervous you truly are, so he suggests that the two of you go find a drink. Quickly agreeing with him, you start to walk off. Turning around you smile brightly at Danny and promise to find him later.

You can’t help but look over your shoulder once more just to find him already smirking at you.

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“Why did I show up to this?” Danny thought as he settled himself into the nearest corner. He agreed to come to this dinner because he knew it was important to Jake, but after the long week they’ve had he wanted nothing more than to be in bed. The studio mixed with two shows in one week had drained him emotionally and physically. So instead of socializing and mingling like he usually does, he remains in his corner.

It didn’t take long for him to hear his name being called. Trying his best not to look totally over it this early on in the night, he looks to find a familiar face. He sees Sam strutting toward him, smirking at him. Silently thankful it wasn’t someone he would have to put a nice face on for.

He quickly realizes Sam isn’t alone. Jake stalks alongside him, but he’s also tugging someone with him.

Danny freezes in his spot. Who is she?

She’s so pretty.

“This is Y/n”

It takes him a minute to reply, before the words start to stumble out of his mouth. He tries to play it cool and calm, when introducing himself. He can’t help but think your fidgetiness was adorable. It definitely makes him feel better about his nervousness. He hasn’t had one coherent thought since you’ve started talking, your voice is melodic. He could listen to you for hours and never get tired of it.

And that dress. That dress.

Its just a simple little sundress but it makes her look like a goddess.

After stuttering his way through a conversation, Danny smiles brightly as she excuses herself to the kitchen. Jake follows after her to help find the drinks. Sam remains at his side smirking at Danny’s dumbfounded face. “You okay dude,” Sam sarcastically asks.

“Huh? Ohh yeah, yeah I’m good.”

“Uhuh, sure. You’ll like Y/n once you get to know her. She just gets all quiet and shy around people she doesn’t know very well. She’s hilarious, super smart too. You’ll have to tell her about your work on the new album. She works in the industry, just not as a practicing musician at the moment,” Sam tells him.

“Right, right okay. Is she, ya know, seeing anyone right now?” he wonders aloud.

Sam gasps. “Daniel, is that all you can think about you weirdo?” he exclaims. “No, no not like that. She’s just so nice and I’d like the chance to get to know her, that’s all,” Danny promises.

“Sure, sure. I think you need a drink dude,” Sam chuckles. Danny silently agrees and follows after Sam to get a drink.

Throughout the evening all Danny can think about is you. He hangs on to every word that comes out of your mouth, begging for someone to ask you another question just so he can hear your voice again.

He decides to make it his mission to befriend you so he can learn more about you.

Eventually, the two of you find yourselves alone for the first time since you’ve met this evening. The awkward silence became unbearable. Finally, you decided to break the ice.

“I like your hair now,” you say quietly.

“Now?” Danny asks.

“Uh, sorry. Not just now, I just meant- well last time I saw a picture of you, your hair was a lot shorter and you didn’t have the bangs. Not that that looked bad either I just—”

Danny dies laughing.

“I’m just messing with you, sorry. Thank you though. I’ve been trying to figure out how to take care of it more lately.”

“Well whatever you’re doing is working,” you smile at him. You swear you see him blush at your words. “Thank you really. Jake was right, you aren’t so bad after all,” Danny snickers.

You scoff. “Not so bad, how sweet of you,” you grin at him. You both die laughing.

The both of you continue on just like that, becoming best friends as the minutes tick by. It’s not surprising that you both have more in common than you thought.

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A few weeks have passed since the two of you first met. Numbers were swapped, dinners ate, and messages sent. Every time the two of you had any spare free time, you spent it together. You would send him funny videos or ask random questions just to make him laugh. He facetimes you if he can’t come see you. The both of you try and eat one meal with each other a week so y’all can catch up with each other.

Danny invited you to go out to dinner with him and the boys one night. He insisted on driving you to the restaurant, claiming you don’t need to drive back home in the dark. Even though the two of you have only known each other for a month now, you feel as though you know one another like the back of your hand.

You made the internal decision to dress nice, not for him (99.99% for him). Technically this was going to be the first time all of you have gone out together since the dinner at Jake’s. Danny has also not seen you dressed nice before, so why not go all out.

Okay, yes, the both of you are just friends. If your being honest its way more than friends for you, but clearly Danny has no intentions of ever seeing you in a romantic way. Of course, its soul-crushing but you decided a month ago you would rather be his friend than lose him all together.

“Y/n, I’m here,” Danny hollered from your living room.

You jump, not expecting him to be here already. “Hi, sorry I’m almost done,” you promise him. You stumble around your room, trying to get the rest of your stuff together.

Wobbling down your hallway, you regret ever buying these damn heels in the first place. The first thing you see is Danny’s wide back, looking through your vinyl shelf. You give yourself a moment to unabashedly stare at his figure. Memorizing every minuscule detail while you have the chance.

“Y/n if you don’t hurry—” he says, turning in your direction. Clearly startled by your presence, he starts to chaste you but no words come out of his mouth.

“Wow, you look—”

“Horrible, frumpy? I went through my whole closet and this was the best I could do,” you throw your hands up in defeat.

“Wha- no Y/n. You look breathtaking. Stop worrying yourself. You look phenomenal,” he exclaims.

Obviously flustered, you whisper a quiet thank you. There is no way the makeup you put on covered just how red you are now. Danny was no better than you though, blush covered his entire face now.

“So, are you ready to go?” you question.

“Oh, yeah yeah. Right this way pretty girl,” he smirks.

If you thought his comments before made your head spin, your body just about gave out after that nickname. You smile widely at him, doing your best to walk normally out to his car.

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Danny had called and asked if he could spend the evening with you at your house. He had been in the studio all week and hadn’t had the chance to hear or see you. He claims he has been deprived of your presence, you sarcastically replied that there’s no such thing, which couldn’t be further from the truth.

So, who are you to deny him?

You haven’t been feeling your best this past week. Being sick is like your kryptonite, you’re the biggest baby. Danny hasn’t had the pleasure of seeing you sick yet, and your begging it doesn’t totally disgust him.

You hear knocking at your door, and you slowly drag yourself off the couch. Grumbling under your breath, you open the door.

“Hey sweetheart—”

You throw yourself into Danny’s arms, hanging on to his neck. “What’s wrong? You not feeling good?” he asks you in a hushed tone. He gently sways the both of you side to side and gently pats your head. You mumble into his chest. He smiles down at you, doing his best not to laugh at your sad state. “Hey honey, how about we go inside and lay on the couch?” he asks softly. Silently, you let him led the way back into your home.

Gently, he rests you on the couch. He starts off to go fix you something warm to drink, but you hold out your hands to him. “I’ll be right back. I’m just going to get you a drink and some more pillows, so you’re extra comfy,” he attempts to reassure you. You huff in response, but allow him to do what he wishes.

He makes quick work of gathering all the supplies and a couple of extra snacks. Setting everything down next to you, he scurries away once more.

“Danny, will you hurry up please?”

With your pitiful plea, Danny walks a bit faster for your sake. Basically, throwing himself onto the couch, he sweetly apologizes for taking too long. You don’t even register his apology. Sitting up, you drag yourself across the couch and into his lap. You practically purr once you’ve settled yourself onto him. It doesn’t take too long before you’ve fallen asleep, with his warmth and the constant drag of his fingers in your hair.

Watching you breathe softly and shift around in his lap, Danny can’t help but become even more fond of you. It’s rare to find you as relaxed as you are now, so he takes pride in being able to lull you to sleep. He feels as though it was inevitable that he fell in love with you. When he first met you at Jake’s house, he knew there was something special about you. As the months went by getting to know you, he realized there wasn’t a single thing he didn’t like about you.

He loved the way your voice gets quiet when your all shy. He loves the constant voice memos or pictures you send him throughout the day. He loves everything about you, but the love he has is unrequited.

You clearly only see him as a friend. The last thing he wants to do is ruin things between the two of you or make you uncomfortable. His best bet is to keep quiet and love you from afar, even if it means seeing you with someone else.

So, if holding you close like this is as good as it gets, he’ll do it over and over again for you.

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Which brings us back to the present.

Shamelessly ogling Danny from your seat is valid, especially since he can’t see you from his seat on stage. Obviously, you enjoy more than just Danny’s stoic frame tonight. The show has been insanely good, you would even go as far as to say perfect.

It’s been around a year and a half since you and Danny first met. You’ve been inseparable ever since, so them going on tour has been a tad bit difficult. Proud is an understatement for sure, but you do miss your boys greatly. It feels stupid to say that distance makes the heart grow fonder, but it may be just a little true. You thought it would be impossible to fall harder for Danny, that just couldn’t be less true.

The color red quickly pulls you out of your thoughts. Maybe your eyes are deceiving you, but you could have sworn you saw red on Danny’s palms. Watching him intently, you try to shrug it off. He seems to be just fine, actually more than fine. He’s played better than he ever has tonight, something in the air I guess. All the boys are doused in glitter and body paint so you wouldn’t be surprised if the red your seeing is such thing.

The show is nearing its end and that’s when you see it. Danny has been visibly wincing every time his hand comes down to beat on the drum. Not wasting a second, you quickly stumble out of your seat and toward backstage. In the chance that Danny is truly injured, you want to be there to help just in case.

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It has been such a good show, electrifying even, but he’s exhausted. His hands have been begging for rest since the encore started. Danny can’t help but feel guilty that he can’t wait to get off stage, especially since the crowd has been so amazing tonight. He sighs in relief as he closes out the final song for the night. After he manages to make his way from behind his drums, he tosses his drumsticks out into the awaiting crowd. As he makes his way off stage for the night, he takes a glance at the section your supposed to be in, only to find it empty of you. Confused, he picks up the pace in search of you.

Danny finds you in the hallway, concern written all over your face, while you talk to Jake. Finally, he makes eye contact with you, giving you a wide smile. You look amazing as always. He notices that you glued little gemstones around your eyes just like his and he can’t help but swoon. Quickly realizing you weren’t in the mood for niceties, he attempts to move toward you. He watches you whip around Jake, coming right for him. Now, it’s his turn to be concerned, but you don’t give him the chance to even ask about it. Staring down at her in shock, he doesn’t even have time to think before she grips his wrist and drags him into his dressing room.

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Once you’ve made it backstage you anxiously await the boys’ arrival. Of course, Jake is the first one that you see once they start making their way back stage. He makes his way to you immediately, pulling you into a tight hug. It’s clear that the adrenaline from tonight’s show won’t be stopping any time soon. He feels how tense you are and pulls back to look at your face. Concern has washed right over your face, now his too.

“What’s the matter? Did something happen in the crowd,” Jake asks softly.

“I think somethings wrong with Danny. I noticed when y’all came back out for the encore. I thought it was body paint or glitter at first, but towards the end of the show he kept wincing and flinching as he played. I think he’s injured his hands at some point and just kept playing through it,” you exclaim worriedly.

You’ve been on edge since you started explaining, so you glance over Jake’s shoulder every chance you get. Finally, you see Danny make his way backstage. Your heart flutters at the sight of his bright smile directed to you. It doesn’t take five seconds to switch from heart-warming right back to concerned. No thinking twice about it, you make your way around Jake and towards Danny in a rush. You grab his wrist firmly, but gently and tug him into his dressing room.

Shutting the door behind you, you force Danny back into the door. You grab his hands and turn his palms upward, scanning for any injuries. Only to find they are in an even worse state than you could have imagined. Your fight or flight kicks in and you start storming around the room in search of a first aid kit.

Meanwhile, Danny is silently shocked and taken aback by your reaction to what he thinks is a few scratches.

“Y/n it’s not that big of a deal, stop worrying yourself. I’m fine,” he pleads with you.

You scoff. “Fine? Danny it is not fine, that is way worse than I thought.” You ramble on, while digging around for the kit still.

“Stop being ridiculous, it only looks that bad because its bleeding a bit,” he snarks in response.

Finally, you find the first aid kit. “Sit down and shut up Daniel,” you raise your voice. Danny sits without even thinking twice about it, but continues to argue with you. He’s never heard you yell before, much less yell at him.

Once you’ve gotten all the supplies laid out, you march toward Danny. He huffs at your dramatic reaction, but still holds out his hands to you. “I know your upset Y/n, but that doesn’t mean you can talk to me like that,” he snaps. You completely ignore him and get to work on cleaning his wounds. “This is going to hurt for a second,” you whisper. He hisses in response, gripping at your wrist. You try your best not to look up at him, not wanting to forget why your mad at him in the first place.

Why are you mad at him again?

After bandaging him up, in tense silence, you remain seated on the ground. You dare to speak, “You have to start taking care of yourself better. This could have gotten worse, if I hadn’t treated it for you.”

“Y/n your being absolutely ridiculous. I’m fine. What is your problem tonight, you never act like this,” he questions, finally over your odd behavior.

“My problem, my problem? Danny are you kidding me. You know I’m not always going to be here to take care of you like I did tonight. Who’s going to look after you, while your perusing around the country on tour? You clearly don’t give a shit about what happens to you,” you yell. Danny looks at you like you’ve grown six heads.

“Where did all this come from—”

“It came from having to spend all this time apart and try not to worry about you every second of the day. I try every single day not to be crazy and obnoxious with my anxiety. I work and work to get you out of the fore-front of my mind, but it never works. I can’t stop thinking about you and the distance is just making it worse,” you exclaim.

‘Y/n—”

“No, no let me speak. I feel this deep and guttural pain when I think about having to live my life without you. I don’t know how to live my life without you anymore. I feel like I can’t breathe when I’m around you, but when I’m away I long to be near you. So, yes, I may be insane for the way I acted tonight, but if you could see what happens inside this head of mine you’d understand,” you say.

Danny reaches down to hold your face in his hands, gently. “Will you let me speak for five seconds, please,” he pleads with you.

Eyes wide, looking up at him, you nod.

“You really are crazy if you think I don’t do the same thing with you. I worry about you constantly, and miss you like crazy. Every night I get on that stage, I can’t help but look for you in the crowd,” he says.

“No, Danny I don’t think you understand—”

“Y/n I love you, I’m in love with you. I’ve been in love with you since the first night we met. I don’t know how you haven’t noticed it yet. I basically fall at your feet any chance I get. I know you don’t see me like that, and I’m only a friend to you. You deserve to know, even if it makes things weird between us,” Danny speaks.

Danny attempts to keep speaking, but he stops when he hears muffled chuckles. “Are you-are you laughing right now?”

Trying to stop the awkward laughter, you put a hand over your mouth. “I’m sorry. I’m really not trying to,” you fail to contain your laughter.

Danny throws his hands up in frustration. He gets up, trying to move past you and out the door. You act quickly and jumping front of him, placing your hands on his chest. “Move Y/n, I’ve already embarrassed myself enough tonight. I don’t need your pity too,” he says agitated.

“Danny are you fucking kidding me right now? You still don’t think I feel the same for you, after all I said. Have I not been obvious enough for you? I’m in love with you. Of fucking course I’m in love with you, have you met yourself. Your kind and thoughtful, and just you. I—”

Before you can even finish what your saying, Danny pulls you into a kiss. Shocked by his actions, it takes you a moment to catch up. He holds the back of your head gently, pulling you in closer. You wrap your arms around his neck and thread your fingers through his hair.

Eventually you pull away and rest your forehead against his, breathing in deeply. Smiling widely, you both chuckle at how ridiculous the two of you have been tonight.

A knock rings through the room, perfect timing. “Guys, we kind of need to head out soon. So, whenever you to finish up, it would be great if y’all could meet us outside,” Jake speaks from the other side of the door.

Embarrassed you shove yourself further into Danny, trying to hide the blush forming on your face. He chuckles, rubbing your back. “Yeah whatever Jake, we’ll be out there in a minute.”

Listening intently to make sure Jake has truly left the both of you alone. “How about you ride back home with me? I’ll make us dinner, maybe even a glass of wine or two,” he suggests.

You stare up at him, smiling. “I would like that very much. Maybe we could even spring for dessert, if that’s okay with you?” you slyly question.

He hugs you tight, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “You’re going to kill me, woman.”

You giggle into his chest.

“That’s the plan.”

Leaning up to kiss him once more. The both of you smile into one another. You both have plenty of lost time to catch up on.

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Thank you for reading, hope you enjoyed!!!!

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— 1D Monthly Fic Roundup —

Hi, and welcome to the 1D Monthly Fic Roundup for December 2023! Below you’ll find 1D fics that were all published this month and arranged by writer due to the number of fics this month as there were too many tags for tumblr. We hope you’ll check out these new fics! If you would like to submit your own fic, please check this post on how to submit or visit our blog @1dmonthlyficroundup. You can find all our other posts here.

Happy reading!

＊ Heart Beat by @allwaswell16 [E, 33k, Louis/Harry]

A 2023 Advent Fic

＊ Daydream [T, 2k, Zayn/Louis]

Every Thursday, Louis nods hello to her fellow regulars at Horan’s Cafe, one of whom is the woman of her dreams.

＊ One [E, 4k, Louis/Tommy Shelby (Peaky Blinders)]

When omega Louis Tomlinson becomes pregnant after an unexpected encounter, he decides his only option is to flee his pack. But Tommy Shelby, pack alpha of the Peaky Blinders, might not be willing to let him go so easily.

＊ to wake up by your side is all I wanna do by @beardyboyzx [G, 1k, Zayn/Niall]

Sometimes, Niall still thinks about the way Zayn’s laugh sounds when they watch TV and Niall makes up fake answers for whatever quiz show they’re watching.

＊ it's a holidate by @disgruntledkittenface [M, 4k, Harry/Nick Grimshaw]

“So you know me well enough to come in my mouth–”

Nick’s head, along with Fiona’s next to him and those of practically every other attendee of the company holiday party, swivels in the direction of the girl in the red dress whose voice has risen enough to be heard over the music being piped across the 17th floor.

“–but not well enough to get me a Christmas present?”

Most of the crowd politely looks away at this point. Nick bursts out laughing.

When Nick meets Harry at his company holiday party, he never would have predicted that he’d met his match. Luckily, he’s been known to be wrong on occasion.

＊ Red [E, 4k, Harry/Louis]

Louis is wallowing after the breakup. He's never felt this kind of heartbreak before. All he wants to do is lie on his couch and listen to Taylor Swift alone. But when the pain is too much to handle on his own, he calls the one person who understands how this feels.

＊ You Don’t Have to Be Lonely Tonight by @neondiamond [G, 2k, Louis/Harry]

Louis is stuck working the Christmas day shift at the coffee shop. Harry is the sad stranger who comes in to spend the day there.

＊ An Annual Affair [G, 1k, Harry/Louis]

One Direction’s annual Christmas dinner, featuring pregnant Harry and his overprotective Alpha Louis, nervous Liam and his calm and collected mate Zayn, and clueless Niall who may or may not have a death wish.

＊ Not Quite Structurally Sound [G, 1k, Zayn/Liam]

Zayn and Liam help their two kids build a gingerbread house.

＊ You’re Family [G, 2k, Louis/Harry]

Louis is a little nervous about meeting Harry’s family for the first time for Christmas. Harry’s Mum shows him he has nothing to worry about. Part 3 of Inner Crisis universe

＊ A Special Bond [G, 1k, Niall & Harry]

Baby Lilah goes to see the Christmas lights with her Daddy Harry and her uncle Niall.

＊ Mistletoe Kiss [G, 1k, Louis/Harry]

A little bit of mistletoe is just the thing Louis needed to let his roommate Harry know he’s got quite the crush on him.

＊ Cookies and Christmas Cheer [G, 1k, Niall & Zayn]

When Niall is feeling a little sad at having to work over the holidays, his fellow nurse Zayn shows him a little Christmas spirit is still possible.

＊ All That Counts [G, 1k, Louis/Harry]

A soft Christmas morning in the Tomlinson-Styles household.

＊ Lonely Cards Club by @hellolovers13 [T, k, Harry/Louis]

Harry's life in Cardiff is rather uneventful. Until he receives a strange Christmas postcard.

It gets even stranger when he finds another one the next day.

An Advent story about missed opportunities and second chances.

＊ It's okay, 'cause you're not alone [T, 896 words, Niall/Zayn]

Niall focussed on Zayn’s steady heartbeat, tried to use it to ground himself.

thump, thump, thump

One, two, three.

He was safe.

Always safe in Zayn’s arms.

＊ tell me that your sweet love hasn't died by punk_pillow_princess / @punkpillowprincess [M, 27k, Louis/Harry]

“Remember when I said that I came out to my parents last summer, and told them we were together, and they took it really well?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, that wasn’t entirely accurate.”

Louis tries to settle better in the seat to see Harry. “They didn’t take it well?”

“No...I didn’t tell them.”

OR Louis and Harry have been in a relationship for a year. While on their way to Harry's parents' house and his family's legendary annual Christmas party, Louis discovers that Harry has not yet come out of the closet to his family, who are also full of secrets, fears and afraid of a bad reputation in town.

A Happiest Season AU

＊ Chaos by @haztobegood [M, 100 words, Louis/OMC]

Against the barricade, it’s complete chaos.

＊ Baking Memories [T, 2k, Louis/Jack Cochrane]

After a long day of songwriting, Jack convinces Louis to bake mince pies together.

＊ Jump! by @reminiscingintherain [M, 15k, Louis/Tommy Longhurst]

He let out a noise of surprise as his arms were suddenly full of a sweaty body, as Tommy threw himself at Louis and held on tightly. “Thank you so fucking much,” he muttered against Louis’ shoulder, squeezing a little. “You have no idea how much this means to us.” Louis softened a little, gently tapping Tommy’s back. “I absolutely know what this means, lad,” he replied, his voice gentle and supportive. “The way you’re reacting to being out there? That’s exactly why I chose you for the support slot.” He gave a reassuring squeeze. “You deserve this, okay?” He pulled back a little, gripping the back of Tommy’s neck and looking him in the eyes. “You deserve this.”

＊ don’t let the fire die by @nouies [E, 8k, Harry/Louis]

Harry makes a long trip to take back what is his. Part 2 of burning bright

＊ Ride My Sleigh Tonight by @kingsofeverything [E, 9k, Louis/Harry]

In exchange for free food and drinks at Liam’s office holiday party, Harry pretends to be his boyfriend.

But this is not that story.

＊ “Are there any gays in here?” by red_panda28 / @red-pandaaa [E, 7k, Harry/Louis]

“Maybe you just need a different approach,” Niall suggested, as Louis stopped by to pick up Clifford and was whining about not having met anyone in ages.

“Yeah, cheers. Very helpful,” he replied sarcastically. But as he took Cliff for his evening walk Niall’s words stuck with him.

OR Louis is fed up with meaningless hook-ups, Harry happened to visit Starbucks on a Wednesday, and Clifford is the best

＊ Stuck in Midnight Traffic by LetTheMusicMoveYou / @letthemusicmoveyou28 [M, 2k, Louis/Harry]

The curly haired man sniffles again, but the tears seemed to have stopped for now at least. “I was supposed to spend Christmas Eve with my boyfriend, that is until we got into a horrible fight.” He seems to wince at his own words. “I guess I should start getting used to calling him my ex-boyfriend. But anyways, we just couldn’t stay there any longer. Kevin and I had to get out.”

Louis blinks before looking around the empty tube car confusedly. “Kevin?”

The man nods and then squeezes a little tighter to the little potted plant clutched in his arms. “Kevin is a Christmas Cactus, but he doesn’t bloom.” He quickly adds. “Which is completely fine, because I love him just as he is.”

Louis’ not sure what most of that means. All he does know is that he needs to make sure this strange, beautiful creature is never sad again.

(Or the one where two broken people meet in an empty tube car on Christmas Eve. Can they find a way to heal each other?)

＊ Let Me Inside by @enchantedlandcoffee [E, 286 words, Louis/Harry]

Louis gets a surprise visit from his alpha in the shower.

＊ Feel My Traces [M, 2k, Harry/Louis]

“Oh. You actually have a tattoo gun?" "Yes, Harold, I actually have a tattoo gun. What did you think I was gonna tattoo you with? A cucumber? You do talk some shit sometimes," Louis teased, walking up to Harry with the tattoo gun in his hand. "Right, what do you want?" Harry looked at the device and paled. "Um…" "Not backing out on me now, are you Styles?" Louis teased, a gentle smile forming on his face. "You see, the thing is, I didn't actually think you had a tattoo gun,” Harry chuckled nervously, eyes still fixated on the device.

Or, temporary tattoos, a misunderstanding and a passionate moment.

＊ Do you really want to be all alone? [G, 601 words, Louis/Harry]

Harry, Louis and the kids wake up on Christmas Morning. Part One of Three, Part 6 of The Coach Tommo Universe

＊ hope we grow old but we never grow up [G, 5k, Niall/Harry]

But Niall was convinced that Harry couldn't like him back, that just wouldn't make sense. Both of them couldn't be that oblivious to how the other one felt. …Right? So he did the only logical thing his 17 year old self could think of. He flirted back.

OR Three key moments in Niall and Harry's relationship.

＊ I'm Missing Half Of Me... [T, 233 words, Louis/Harry]

Louis calls Harry after he's shaved his head.

＊ Always You [G, 922 words, Harry/Louis]

“You heading home, mate?” Liam asked as the movie ended. softly nudging Zayn to wake him up. “Is it alright if I just kip here, Payno?” Louis answered, taking a sip of his beer as he stretched his legs out, having been sitting on them for the majority of the movie. “You sure, Lou? You’re only down the hall and I’m sure Harry’d be worried if you didn’t come home?” “Nah, I'm sure he'll be just fine by himself for one night. Besides, I’m pretty sure Nick’s over there.” Louis drawled, finishing off his beer as he searched his pockets for his phone. Liam winced at the bitter tone in his friend’s voice.

Or, Louis calls his ex on Valentine's Day.

＊ Have yourself a larry little christmas [T, 2k, Louis/Harry]

The two of them had planned to exchange presents for Christmas and Louis’ birthday before they separated until New Years and Harry thought it'd be a perfect time to introduce Louis to his cat. However, they’d run into a small obstacle shortly after they'd arrived. That obstacle being British weather. An alert from their weather apps had popped up on their phones, signalling to them the start of a freak snowstorm and advising everyone to stay indoors.

OR A plan to exchange presents lead to more than both Harry and Louis bargained for.

＊ All The Way Home I'll Be Warm by @justanothershadeofblue [T, 2k, Louis/Harry]

Harry & Louis jokingly send out holiday cards together as friends, and now everyone is congratulating them for finally getting together. A 5+1 fic, for Christmas.

＊ Be Merry All [M, 30k, Harry/Louis]

an advent fic, posting daily (in theory).

＊ Santa Baby (one little thing I really need) by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed [T, 3k, Louis/Harry]

When Louis himself had first heard those words - all the nurses at the A&E have a secret line to Santa’s sleigh on Christmas Eve-, not nearly long enough ago to be considered a child himself, but long enough that he hadn't really felt like an adult all the time, he’d laughed them off. Thought they were sweet, of course, but just a line, something said to appease the kids who ended up having to stay overnight. Something to explain the presents that parents brought to the hospital on Christmas morning, or that were waiting for them at home, if they were lucky not to have to stay any longer.

Something that would allow a little bit of Christmas spirit in the sometimes sterile rooms of the hospital.

But that was before he’d met him.

＊ Snow In Love by @lululawrence [NR, 33k, Harry/Louis]

People thought they were already dating. Weird.

An advent fic featuring childhood friends, fake dating turned actual dating, really horrible secret keeping, and a winter weather surprise.

＊ Damsel in Christmas Distress [NR, 5k, Louis/Harry/NIck Grimshaw]

Nick's door was open. He didn't leave it that way. Maybe his gorgeous neighbor will help protect him from any possible murderers who have made their way into his flat while he was gone.

Merry Louis' birthday, Happy Stylinshaw.

＊ Step Into Christmas by babyhoneyhslt / @babyhoneyheslt [G, 4k, Harry/Louis]

Louis just wants to celebrate his birthday in peace, without all the Christmas antics.

Instead he wakes up in a strange bed, a confused stranger next to him and a self proclaimed elf calling him Santa. Part 1 of Holidays Are Coming

＊ 'tis the damn season by YesIsAWorld / @louandhazaf [E, 17k, Louis/Harry]

Harry returns to her small hometown over the holiday season and starts to think about the road not taken.

＊ A Christmas at Home by @parmahamlarrie [T, 3k, Harry/Louis]

After meeting his boyfriend in the emergency room, not having Louis home for Christmas Eve (and his birthday) was not a big surprise to Harry. What he didn't expect was just how hard that would be on his six year old son, Arlo.

Or, the one where Arlo wants nothing more than to celebrate Louis' birthday with him, and Harry hates having to be the parent who says no. Part 2 of Arlo's Christmases

＊ Get Out Of My Head (and I'll get out of yours) by Imogenlee / @imogenleewriter [E, 29k, Louis/Harry]

“You really that desperate, are you?” Despite it being a shitty thing to say, Harry didn’t mind too much, as the bitterness in Louis’ tone sounded like music to Harry’s ears. Harry was winning tonight. “Can’t find anyone new to be interested in you, so you try to hit on Zayn.”

“I can’t find someone interested in me?” Harry asked, raising an eyebrow. “You’re having a laugh, mate.”

“Yeah, well, where are they, then? Because from what I’ve heard, you’re here alone.”

“As if I’d bring anyone to somewhere I knew you’d be. I wouldn’t wish your presence on my worst enemy.”

“Aw,” Louis cooed in a way that made Harry want to slap him. “You’re saying I’m not your worst enemy?”

“For someone to be an enemy, you have to give a shit about them. So, no. You’re not even on the list.”

“Oh–kay. Well, it’s been lovely as always, gents,” Zayn said before knocking back the rest of his drink.

Or the one for the Bottom Harry Fic Fest where Harry bottoming is more of a side plot, because angst got in the way--but it doesn't really matter because the fest stopped existing when I was halfthrough.

＊ Oh Christmas Three by @tommokat [M, 1k, Harry/Louis]

A birthday surprise goes awry. Louis doesn’t understand. Harry blames the oven.

— Fic Fests —

＊ Louis Rare Pair Fest / @louisrarepairfest [AO3, masterpost]

A rare pair fest for all Louis rare pairs

＊ The Show Fic Fest / @theshowficfest [AO3, masterpost]

Fics written for and inspired by songs from Niall Horan's third album The Show

— Podfics —

＊ [podfic] Season 2, Episode 13: Oh Little Town of BATHlehem [a fic by ladylondonderry] by podfic_pals / @podfic-pals [G, Louis/Harry]

Louis Tomlinson needs a small pink bathtub.

He needs it.

His fucking family had forgotten to include him in the email chain for Doris for Christmas, with her very carefully thought out Christmas list, until every easy item was gone. Only when he asked Lottie if anyone else had heard from Doris yet, only then did they realise their mistake and forward the email chain to him.

So, it’s either a small pink bathtub or an entire bouncy castle. And if he had the money for a bouncy castle that would be fine, but that fucker costs more than his monthly rent and he simply does not make that much working as an optometrist assistant.

＊ [podfic] Season 2, Episode 14: I've Got My Love to Keep Me Warm [a fic by haloeverlasting] by podfic_pals / @podfic-pals [NR, Harry/Louis]

Louis takes a deep breath, and replies very quickly to get it over with, “Well, see, I don’t have any heat in my flat right now and it’s hard enough to go to sleep when I’m bloody freezing—”

“Oh god. And my music’s gone and made it even worse,” Harry cuts in.

“Well, it only went out today,” Louis explains, “So it wasn’t that bad before, erm. Now.”

“Before?” Harry asks, horrified. “How long has this been?”

“Oh, erm,” Louis folds his hands where they hang in front of him and admits, “All week.”

Harry visibly wilts. He looks so sad, it makes Louis feel awful. He’s gone and crushed someone’s Christmas spirit. Some beautiful boy who looks like Danny Zuko is sad now and it’s Louis’ fault, which means he doesn’t stand a chance at being the cute neighbor from the floor below. And now he’s going to have to sleep in his freezing cold flat knowing he may as well have ruined Christmas.

Or, Louis' heat is out, Harry's a terrible upstairs neighbor, and an empty Christmas tree is the perfect excuse to fall in love.

＊ [Podfic] All I Do the Whole Day Through by Panda_Podfics / @pandapodfics [NR, Louis/Harry]

Louis reached up and grabbed the ridiculously thick jumper that had the planets all over it and slammed the wardrobe doors shut. It was only as he turned around that he realized why Harry’s bedroom door had been shut.

There was a nest on Harry’s bed.

But why was Harry using Louis’ clothes and items that probably smelled like him in his nest?

＊ [podfic] Season 2, Episode 15: room for your love underneath this tree [a fic by we_are_the_same] by podfic_pals / @podfic-pals [T, Harry/Louis]

“IwannameetHarryStyles,” Daisy mumbles, and Louis blinks.

“What?”

“She says she wants to meet Harry Styles.” Phoebe pipes up, and Louis blinks again, absently switches the camera to himself because he knows that his followers will want to catch his baffled expression.

“You-” he starts, and then stops himself, because he did tell her she could ask for anything she wanted, and how can he go back on his word and tell her that he doesn’t actually have the power to make that happen?

Because Harry Styles is -- he’s next level kind of famous. Louis has two million subscribers on his YouTube, but Harry has eighteen times as many followers on his Twitter alone. He’s had three number one hits in the last year, and his last album had charted at the top spot for a record breaking 27 weeks. He’s a singer, actor and philanthropist, and there is no way in hell that Louis can get him to come meet Daisy for Christmas.

So of course he laughs, even if it’s a little bit breathless, and nods at her. “One Harry Styles for Christmas, coming right up.”

＊ [Podfic] Christmas Special 2023 by Panda_Podfics / @pandapodfics [T, Louis/Harry]

three fics full of Christmas Fluff

All the lights are sparkling for you, it seems written by @thebreadvansstuff

Do you really want to be all alone? written by @enchantedlandcoffee

You Don’t Have to Be Lonely Tonight written by @neondiamond

#28th appreciation #hltracks #hlcreators #hljournal #trackinghappily #trackinghome #1dficvillage #tracksintheam #1dsource

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Joe and Frankie intro to their Christmas duet

High School Musical The Musical The Holiday Special

#hsmtmts #high school musical the musical the series #my gifs #frankie rodriguez #carlos rodriguez #joe serafini #seb matthew smith #seblos #joe and frankie #christmas #high school musical the musical the holiday special #holiday special

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Someone Special

(Steve Harrington x Reader) Fluff

Summary:Last minute Christmas shopping was not something that you had planned on, but neither was running into your high school crush. Can the festive period help bring you close together?

Word Count:2,630

This fic was written as a companion fic to the very lovely @slutty-thevampireslayer who has written her side as a Jonathan Byers x reader (which you should totally check out too!!)

Masterlist Steve Harrington Masterlist

It’s the day before Christmas Eve as you rattle down the road sitting next to your best friend in her car. It's a tight squeeze with the two of you and your suitcases packed into her small car, but it’s all a part of the holiday experience as you make your way into Hawkins.

“So, what have you got left to do before Christmas day?” Your friend asks you, above the sound of George Michael's smooth voice filtering through the car's radio.

“I've still got to do some shopping, try to find gifts for my parents.” You huff. Your parents were always tough people to get presents for, and although leaving it to the last minute wasn’t the smartest decision, you remained hopeful you would find the perfect gifts for them.

“Cutting it kind of close aren't you?” She laughed. She was right though, you only had one day to find the perfect gift for your parents.

“I know, I know” you cringe. “But I'm going to find something, I just know it.” You said confidently.

“Well good luck with that!” she cheered. “I’ll see you on Christmas Day” she calls out to you as you make your way out of her car. This year you and your family were spending Christmas at her place, with both of your families coming together to enjoy the festive period.

You rushed into the arms of your parents as you got to their house, hugging them tightly after not seeing them for a while.

“It’s so nice to have my girl back home!” your mother gushed, cooing over you and instantly trying to push food on you, insisting that it was only her job as a mother to take care of you.

“It does feel good to be back.” you smiled. You looked around the living room, and everything was just how you remembered it, albeit ornately decorated with beautiful Christmas decorations and a tall, sparkling tree in the corner of the room.

You spend the evening getting settled and making yourself comfortable in your old childhood bedroom, as you get ready for bed. Knowing that tomorrow you were going to have to join the hoard of last minute shoppers in the mall.

You find yourself in the middle of the busy shopping centre, the bright lights and christmas music is slowly becoming overwhelming for you as you desperately sift through the shelves.You’d already found a nice sweater and scarf for your father, and now you were looking for a nice gift for your mother.

Your attention is elsewhere because you’re so focused on finding something that you accidently collide into the broad sweater-covered chest of another shopper.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorr- Steve?” you begin to stutter out your apologies when you realise that you had accidentally bumped into the boy that you had had a crush on for all of your highschool years.

He’s a little older, but that head of hair is no less luxurious as when you first laid eyes on it. His broad frame is snuggled into a deep wine-red cable-knit sweater that fits him to absolute perfection.

Steve couldn’t believe his eyes. That girl that had been the object of his affections all throughout his high school days, but had been too stupid and afraid not to ask out for fear of what it might have done to his role as ‘King Steve’ , was standing right in front of him. He cringes now, thinking back on how he used to be, always so concerned about what people thought of him, and in the end it never even mattered.

But now he’s here, in the middle of a crowded department store, quietly thanking whatever gods were up there, that he’s been given a second chance. A second chance to redeem himself, and show you that he’s grown up a lot since high school.

“So, how are you? I haven’t seen you in ages?” he starts, keeping the conversation light.

“I’m doing well thanks, I’m back in town to spend the holidays with friends and family!” you smile “Just doing a little bit of last minute shopping. What about you, though? How are things with you?”

“Things are good.” he nods, with a slight creeping flush rising to his cheeks. “Seem like we’re in the same boat with our last minute shopping trips though.” he chuckles with a pearly, boyish smile.

“Oh? Who are you shopping for?” you ask him.

“Robin.” he huffs. “Don’t get me wrong, she’s a great friend, but she is a hard one to nail down when it comes to gifts. Who are you shopping for?” he returns your question back to you.

“My mother. I just want to find something that she’s going to like.” you respond with a sigh.

Steve’s eyes light up with an enthusiastic sparkle, like he's had a brilliant idea.

“Hey, how about we help each other find our gifts?” Steve offers. “Two heads are better than one, right?” that cheeky boyish smile gracing his features once more.

You smile, happily accepting his offer. Spending your Christmas eve doing last minute shopping was not your idea of a good time, but with Steve by your side, suddenly it didn't seem all that bad.

Steve had actually proved to be a great help in finding the perfect present for your mother, insisting that the dainty gold bracelet you had picked out for her was just the right thing.

In turn you had helped him find a beautiful leather bound journal and pen set, as well as a book of poetry by Sappho that both you and Steve agreed that Robin would love.

With each of your successful gifts purchased, you and Steve had made your way to a little cafe in the centre of town. Sitting in a cosy corner of the cafe, each of you with your own mug of marshmallow-topped hot chocolate in your hands, talk turns to the big day tomorrow.

“So what’s happening in the Harrington household tomorrow?” you ask, sipping on your drink.

Steve looks a little sad all of a sudden, but he quickly masks it with a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“I was just going to spend it at home, dad’s away on one of his usual business trips, and mom doesn’t trust him not to let his hands wander, so they’re both three states away for Christmas.” he sighs dejectedly.

“Wait, so you’re spending Christmas day by yourself?” you ask, your eyebrows drawing together in pity. You hate to imagine Steve all by himself in that big empty house.

“Yeah but it’s okay, I don’t want you to feel sorry for me.” He quickly brushes off.

“No.” you shake your head. “I won’t allow that. You’re spending Christmas with me, and my family. We’re all going to my friend’s house for the day.” You tell him with a smile.

“It’s fine, besides I wouldn’t want to impose on you and everyone else.” he frowns with a shake of his head.

“You’re not imposing, Steve.” you reassure him, reaching your hand across the table, placing your hand over his, your thumb rubbing over his knuckles softly. “I’m inviting you. Besides, the more the merrier I say!”

Maybe it was the sugar rush from the hot chocolate, or maybe it was the Christmas spirit in the air, but with the way your fingers are grazing against his knuckles as your eyes look sweetly into his, Steve can’t fight the warmth he feels deep in his chest. He can’t help but think how perfectly your hands fit together, and he hopes that you feel the same about him as he does about you.

You link your arm in Steve’s as you and your parents make your way to your friend’s house, carrying bags of presents on your arm as you walk up to the door.

You knock on the door and are immediately greeted by the welcoming smile of your friend who brings you into a tight hug. As he leans in close, she whispers in your ear.

“Tell me all about it.” she smirks, before pulling away from you to greet your parents, and Steve with a bright smile. She had been all too well aware of your crush on Steve in your high school years, jokingly teasing you about it whenever you would walk past him in the hallways between classes.

“Merry Christmas guys! Come in, come in!” she cheers as she gestures for you to make your way into her home.

You stay behind in the hallway as Steve and your parents go on in, wanting the chance to talk to her alone for a moment.

“I met him when I was shopping yesterday and we got to talking.” you say shyly “said he was spending Christmas day by himself, and I couldn’t bear the idea of him sitting all alone in that big empty house, so I invited him, I hope that’s okay with you?” you grimace, as she looks you over with an all-knowing smile.

“You know my mom always makes enough food to feed an army anyway!” she laughs, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “Besides, I’ve got a little confession of my own..” she trails off as you both make your way into her living room.

As you step through to the living room you see both your mom and your friend’s mom sitting beside each other on the sofa, chatting to Steve, who is now sat opposite Jonathan Byers. Your best friend’s high school crush, who you had in turn teased her about anytime she teased you about your crush on Steve.

“So, I happened to be walking around town yesterday, and I was admiring all the decorations, and the big tree in the town centre, and then I heard the sound of a camera going off behind me.” she begins to explain. “I turn around to see Jonathan, there, camera-in-hand. Long story short, I invited him home for Christmas.”

You look over your friend’s shoulder to see both of your mothers gently grilling the poor unsuspecting boys on the couch about their relationships with their daughters.

Both boys sporting matching flushed faces as they best try to answer the questions put to them.

“Why don’t we go over and help them out?” you smile at your friend, nodding your head over to your two guests.

“I think that’s a good idea.” she giggles as she links her arm with yours gently tugs you toward the couch.

You go to sit next to Steve, your shoulder bumping against his as you give him a shy smile. Steve takes this as his opportunity to lace his fingers between yours, to hold your hand like he always longed to.

“So, Steve, how come you’re spending Christmas day with us, and not your parents?” your mother pries.

“Mom-” you start, ready to defend Steve from your mother’s invasive questions. You loved her, you really did, but your mother could sometimes be very nosy. However, Steve is all too happy to answer her as best as he can.

“What? I just want to know why this handsome young boy is suddenly choosing to spend his Christmas with my daughter, that’s all.” Your mother defends.

Steve’s face redden’s slightly out of embarrassment of having been called ‘a handsome young boy’ by your mother, but he plays it cool. Call him old fashioned, but Steve liked you a lot, and he really wanted your mother to like him too. He wanted to see you more than just for Christmas, and having the nod of approval from mom never hurt.

“Well, my parents are out of town this year, my father’s business has a conference meeting over in Arkansas, and so my mother went out to meet him a few days ago,” he explains. “And when I told y/n this, she very kindly offered to invite me here for Christmas.” Steve finishes, looking over to you with a rosy smile.

Your mother nods approvingly, smiling at you as you beam brightly at Steve.

“Hey, Steve? Can I grab you for a moment? I want to show you something.” you ask, giving him an out of continuing an awkward conversation with your mom.

“Oh, uh, sure.” he nods as he gets up. “If you’ll excuse me for a moment.” he smiles politely to your mother.

You tug him away to a room in the back of your friend's house.

“I’m so sorry about my mother, she can be a bit overbearing sometimes.” You start, worried that your mother may have scared Steve off before you'd even had a chance to talk to him properly.

“She's just looking out for you, it's nice, she cares about you.”

“Yeah I suppose so.” You sigh. “I wanted to give you your present now, away from everyone else.” You say as you hand over a small gift bag to Steve.

“You didn't have to get me anything.” Steve blushes.

“No, no, it's Christmas day, I wanted you to have a little something to open.”

You watch as Steve opens up the bag and reaches in, pulling out a soft navy blue scarf.

He smiles fondly at his gift, before wrapping it around his neck.

“How do I look?” He laughs, as he stands with an exaggerated pose to show off.

“It looks good on you, Steve!”

He pulls you close into a warm hug. You feel safe in his arms, happy to be held by him, like this was how it was meant to be.

“Thank you, I love it.” He smiles as he pulls away from you. “I'm just sorry that I didn't get anything for you.” He says, his head ducking down, almost embarrassed.

“No, no it's fine Steve, I don't need anything. Just having you here is better than any present I could ask for.”

Then Steve looks up between you, how either of you never noticed it was a mystery, and spots a decorative sprig of Mistletoe hanging above you.

You follow his eye line, looking up at the decorations hanging up.

“I know I didn't get you anything, but is there a chance you believe in Christmas traditions?” Steve smirks playfully, even with the heated flush adorably spreading across his cheeks.

You feel giddy, excited and nervous all at once. He makes you feel exactly the same way as he did when you first laid eyes on him all those years ago back in high school.

“You know, I think I do.” You nod, a bright smile spreading across your face.

Steve stepped closer to you, his hand coming up to gently cup your cheek, and his other hand resting comfortably on your hip, as he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours. His kisses were light, and soft, almost as if he were afraid that you might crumble under his touch, until you take the lead and wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer, eager to taste him on your lips.

You pull away from each other, but neither of you stops looking in the other’s eyes. The blissfully quiet moment between the two of you felt perfect.

Until your peacefully romantic bubble is burst by someone coughing, alerting you to their presence.

“Uh..We’re about to start opening presents in a moment, if you guys wanna join us..” your friends laughs, slightly out of awkwardness at having caught you in a rather intimate moment.

With pair matching, slightly guilty smiles, you both have the grace to laugh about the being caught kissing under the mistletoe.

You take Steve by the hand, and tug him toward the living room to join everyone else.

“Come on, loverboy, let’s go enjoy our Christmas.” you smile.

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fu66sun · 6 months

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back in high school you had your fair share of underage drinking, making your way through countless parties and often waking up with a throbbing headache. those were the days when you didn't care about school, and your high school life was a volatile mess. smoking and getting drunk on fridays became somewhat of a ritual, a way to drown out the disappointment of not getting into that prestigious high school you had always dreamed of.

but that was then, and college was supposed to be a fresh start. it was meant to be a place where you could focus on your studies, put the past behind you, and prove to everyone, especially yourself, that you had changed.

so when you crossed paths with haechan at your college, it was like a blast from the past. he was everything you had once rebelled against: the overconfident, charming, and carefree guy who excelled at everything he did. his cocky attitude was a constant reminder of the reckless teenager you used to be, and it didn't sit well with your newfound determination to be different. you see, you didn't come to hate haechan just because. it wasn't solely due to the debates or the petty fights. you hated him because he was too good at everything.

as you observed haechan's achievements, whether in academics or other aspects of college life, it served as a constant, nagging reminder of the person you used to be. it was as if he had everything you had ever wanted but couldn't achieve because of your past mistakes. you had made many mental notes about every. single. thing. you hated about him. heck, the list reached a point where it went from mental to an actual list in your notes app. and all because after the fight in the library you had drifted apart for good (not that you were ever close, anyway) and yes, orbited around each other because of renjun, but nothing more. and that was OKAY because in the end, haechan and y/n always meant trouble.

it was for the better, and you were more focused, and less angry all the time, and and and it was fine, okay? it was fine.

first semester ended as haechan-less as it was possible. and so did the first half of the second one. strictly keeping everything professional, and with chenle now in the group, you could sit miles away and no one would be left alone.

until everything started to go south when chenle decided to take you all to that stupid bar.

for context, half of second semester was online, and after the holidays you wouldn't see each other for a while. that's why you and renjun finally agreed to go with them.

the only one with a car was chenle, but the bar was close to haechan's brother apartment and renjun's house.

so, here was the plan:

everyone would pack their things and drive there in chenle's car. but because chenle was going to leave earlier, all of the stuff would be left in Johnny's apartment. nice plan, with absolutely nothing that could go wrong.

as you stepped into johnny's apartment for the first time, you couldn't help but be struck by the stark difference between him and his brother, haechan. johnny was everything that haechan wasn't, and you couldn't help but marvel at it.

johnny's tall, imposing figure stood out in the room, and his good looks were immediately noticeable. his classic, chiseled features made him the kind of person you'd expect to see on magazine covers. he had an undeniable charm that was impossible to ignore, a stark contrast to haechan's cheeky demeanor.

the moment johnny started cracking jokes and making witty remarks, the atmosphere in the room shifted. his humor was a breath of fresh air, never hurtful or biting, in stark contrast to haechan's more acerbic wit. the laughter that johnny's jokes elicited created an infectious positive vibe, making everyone in the room feel instantly at ease.

the thing about the bar was that it was far from special; it was just another ill-fated bar filled with eager and intoxicated college students. the music was deafening, the dim lights cast a hazy glow over the chaotic scene, and it felt like you were in the midst of a never-ending party. in every corner, there were people locked in passionate embraces, making out as if their lives depended on it.

despite being surrounded by your friends, you couldn't help but feel like an outsider in that wild atmosphere. it wasn't your scene anymore, the throbbing bass and the scent of alcohol in the air only served to remind you of why you had tried to leave your rebellious days behind.

however, what stood out the most was haechan's behavior. unlike the rest of the college students at the bar, he wasn't engaging in the reckless and passionate make-out sessions that seemed to be the main attraction. instead, he stood off to the side, nursing a drink and watching the chaotic scene with an unreadable expression.

it was odd to see haechan in such a situation, not actively seeking out someone to flirt with or making out with anyone. he seemed detached, as if the environment held no appeal for him that night. you couldn't help but wonder about the reasons behind his unusual behavior, but you hesitated to approach him. the last thing you wanted was to stir up more trouble, especially in a place where the lines between friends and something more were already blurred.

as the night wore on, the contrast between the rowdy bar scene and the uneasy detachment of your group became increasingly apparent.

no one wanted to leave until chenle did, just cause you didn't want to seem men to him, so when he announced he was leaving everyone felt a sudden relief.

it was just you, renjun, and haechan. just the way you liked it. as you arrive at johnny's house, renjun, feels the urgency to use the restroom, excuses himself and rushes to find the bathroom, leaving you and haechan alone in the living room. the two of you are in a somewhat awkward silence, with the sound of the distant party still echoing in the background.

you had drank a bit, nothing much really. but the lack of alcohol in your system for the past year and a half, made your tolerance reaally decrease, so you were not drunk, but definitively a little trippy.

trippy enough to let your guard down in front of haechan.

as you sat down in johnny's couch, haechan laid next to you, keeping a considerating amount of space between you. the silence was awkward and the air was hot.

haechan stared at your side for a moment until he finally decided to speak to you in what was months — you? drinking? now, that's a surprise.

you couldn't help but laugh at the feeling of your flushed cheeks, a sign of your mild tipsiness.

oh stop it, it's not like i'm drunk or anything like that — you placed your hands in your cheeks just to further prove your next point — it's just, my cheeks get really hot when i drink...

haechan, emboldened by the playful banter, reaches out and lightly places his hands on your cheeks, his fingers brushing against your skin. their faces are dangerously close, and there's a palpable tension in the air.

as your faces remain dangerously close. both of you know that this is a delicate line to tread, given your ongoing rivalry and mutual disdain.

haechan whispered, his voice a bit softer than you've ever heard before — you know, y/n, it's almost like you're a different person when you've had a little to drink.

you chuckled, trying to maintain composure — oh?, am i not allowed to let loose once in a while?

haechan's gaze drifts down to your lips, a subtle hint of desire in his eyes, but he quickly averts his gaze, breaking the proximity.

you can do whatever you want, but don't expect me to go easy on you. — he smirked.

you feel a mixture of frustration and attraction as haechan danced on the line between flirting and confrontation. it's a dangerous game, and you aren't sure whether to engage or resist. so you decided to tease.

—you're just afraid that you can't keep up with me.

haechan leans even closer, your faces inches apart once again. it's a game of brinkmanship, a push and pull that neither of you is willing to lose; whispering, his breath warm against your lips he retorted —maybe it's you who can't keep up, y/n.

with that, haechan unexpectedly pulls away, leaving you breathless and slightly dazed. the tension hangs in the air as both of you wrestle with your feelings, your complex dynamic, and the unspoken attraction that neither of you is ready to fully acknowledge. the room remains silent, save for the distant sounds of the party, and the boundaries between you continue to blur.

haechan's sudden pull away from you is a stark reminder of the enmity between you two, and the tension in the room becomes a chilling silence. it's as though you've been thrust back into the familiar territory of your rivalry.

with a forced, tense smile you finally spoke — you always have to ruin a good moment, don't you, haechan?

haechan returning to his usual smug demeanor was also not going to let go on saying the last word — ruin your fun? that's what i do best, y/n.

the boundaries you had briefly blurred snap back into place as you both retreat to your respective corners, both unwilling to let down your guard. the playful flirtation has given way to the underlying animosity that has defined your relationship, and you're back to being enemies once more.

renjun returns from the bathroom, blissfully unaware of the charged atmosphere he has walked into. the party rages on in the distance, but in johnny's living room, the battle lines between haechan and you have been firmly reestablished, and the status quo of your complex dynamic remains intact.

as renjun parted ways, you found yourself alone with haechan at the bus stop, the silence between you growing more pronounced. both of you pretended as if nothing had happened during the night, but the nervous energy that lingered just beneath the surface suggested otherwise. the atmosphere was thick with unspoken words, and you couldn't help but wonder if he might be feeling as uneasy as you were.

your knees brushed against each other as you sat side by side, the physical contact further heightening the tension between you. the occasional glances you exchanged spoke volumes, even though neither of you said a word.

as time passed, the effects of your tipsiness began to wear off, and you couldn't help but notice that haechan appeared to be more intoxicated than you initially thought. it suddenly dawned on you that his earlier behavior, aka. the borderline flirting, might have been a result of the alcohol.

it was a revelation that cast a new light on the night's events. haechan, despite his bravado, was not immune to the effects of alcohol, and perhaps that explained the uncharacteristic moments of connection and closeness that had transpired during the night.

the good thing was, you wouldn't see him for the next 2 months, things would calm down, eventually. and when you went back, none of you would remember.

right?

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eroguron0nsense · 5 months

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Assorted One Piece Modern AU HCs

The Whitebeard Pirates are all part of a shelter/relief/mutual aid network for drug users, unhoused people, and vulnerable youth. Ace looks up to them all immensely and volunteers part time, but he's still very much on a journey of self discovery and healing

Ace is a massive music nerd and hobbyist with a near encyclopedic knowledge of genre histories and subcultural spaces. He goes to a lot of local acts his friends are involved in, plays the drums and bass and hangs out at Brook's recording studio/jams with him from time to time while he's in town (Brook loves Luffy and his family, and he's just happy to entertain young people who make or love music and let them use the space). He's undecided in his major but kinda leaning toward sociology or social work.

(Rayleigh is his prof, and unbeknownst to him, a college buddy/old flame of his bio parents who recognized him immediately and has no clue what to do with himself.)

Sabo is, of course, a socialist student organizer in a poli-sci/law program and interning at Dragon's practice (grassroots activist turned civil rights lawyer). The ASL brothers live together in a shitty apartment with barely any heat. He's secretly a massive film snob and organizes Radical Documentary Screenings with Koala from time to time.

Dadan has a cabin like 2 hours outside the city in the mountains and the brothers crash there every now and then over the holidays. She's retired now and constantly gripes about having to feed and shelter her stupid kids every time they come home but she still gets teary whenever she watches them go. Their childhood bedroom and three bunk beds are perfectly preserved and cleaned, and she wouldn't ever dream of moving Ace's posters or Sabo's old bookshelf and criterion DVDs or Luffy's plushies and taxidermied insects.

Brook's band is a genre-blending indie darling that occasionally tours the country. I'm definitely not the first one to think of this, but Laboon is a Newfoundland with severe separation anxiety and Brook has to bring him on tour or to half of the group outings. The Rumbar Pirates are a local jazz act he performs with from time to time, and he may or may not have dated Calico Yorki.

Usopp (fresh out of high school) only recently reconnected with his father and they've been having awkward family dinners with Kaya but it's getting less weird having Yasopp around. He babysits the Usopp Pirates part time and they love him to pieces; he's low-key interested in studying Botany and horticulture and has been checking out local degrees and training programs.

Franky's in the middle of an auto mechanic apprenticeship and is debating trying to get into a mech eng program at Robin's university; he was raised by Tom as a carpenter, and has worked as one for a really long time, but he's increasingly getting into engines and inventing things and the family's very supportive. Robin's a Masters student doing an hourly TA thing in Clover's class on Archaeology of the Void Century, and they're married.

Sanji, naturally, works at the Baratie and Zeff lets him brainstorm and test daily specials or set menus for holidays. He and Pudding are in the same patissier courses at culinary school (she's obviously a baking major); they're exes who've stayed friends and care deeply for each other. The ASL brothers sometimes pick up shifts at the Baratie (with the exception of Luffy who broke way too many dishes)–Zeff really likes all of Sanji's friends and dumps leftovers on them

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merrybloomwrites · 10 months

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You Can Start a Family (Chapter 5)

Summary: Another few days spent with Mitch and Sarah lead to more developments in your relationship.

Previous Chapters: One ; Two ; Three ; Four

TW for this chapter: It contains smut

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Hope you enjoy, and would love to know what you're thinking of the story so far!

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The following week is busy at work. Ryan’s mom, Beth, is a high school teacher and has been stuck working longer hours, as it was the end of a marking period as well as the week before spring break. You and Ryan had started going on more outings. You were busy taking him to baby music class, and story time at the local library.

Sarah and Mitch had also started to spend more time at the studio, often going for hours or even the whole day. You hadn’t seen them all week, and after having spent a whole weekend together, you were missing them.

Finally on Thursday you see them for the first time in days. You’re loading Ryan into his car seat as they get out of their car across the street.

They walk over to you waving hello before leaning in to say hi to Ryan.

“How are you love?” Sarah asks. “We’ve missed you,” she says as Mitch nods in agreement.

“I missed you guys too,” you say with a shy smile. “I’ve been good, crazy busy. We’re trying different activities for Ryan. His mom wants him socializing with other kids and burning some energy. Which definitely is needed. Plus, he switched to one nap a day so there’s a lot of time to fill.” You realize you’re once again rambling and turn the conversation to them, asking, “What have you been up to?”

“Mitch got some inspiration for new music, so we’ve been working on that.”

“That’s so cool! Can I hear some of it?”

“Sure kid,” Mitch replies. “Are you free anytime soon?”

“Ryan’s family is going away for Easter this Sunday and taking a long weekend, so I’ll be off next Monday and Tuesday. If you’re free, maybe we could have another sleepover? My apartment this time.” You blush, nervous that you sounded too forward.

“What are you doing for the holiday?” Sarah asks.

“Honestly, probably nothing. Maybe make a special meal or something. What about you guys?” You notice they didn’t acknowledge your invitation and grow more worried that they no longer want that aspect of their relationship with you. Before your mind spirals, Mitch answers.

“My aunt and uncle are visiting for a couple days,” Mitch answers before continuing, “And you will be coming over for dinner.”

“I really don’t want to intrude-” Sarah cuts you off, saying, “Y/N, you will be coming over for dinner. No question. You’re never intruding. And if you don’t mind, maybe we could come over on Sunday after dinner and stay a couple of days?”

Your face lights up and you reply, “I absolutely would not mind.” At that moment Ryan starts loudly babbling, tired of listening to the adults. “I should get going, story time starts soon.”

Sarah leans in and gives you a light hug, saying, “Of course! Sounds like we’ve got a great plan.” She pulls back and Mitch rests his hand on your shoulder for a second before squeezing once and pulling away. You know that these are the only types of contact you can have with them in public. Even if you were spotted, those casual touches wouldn’t raise any suspicions.

You double check that Ryan’s car seat straps are tight enough and continue with your afternoon. You have newfound energy now that you know that you’ll be spending multiple days with Mitch and Sarah.

Friday passes quickly and you keep busy on Saturday, doing a much deeper clean than usual since you would be having guests. You also go food shopping and make sure to pick up ingredients for an appetizer and a dessert which you make Sunday morning before heading over to the Rowland’s house in the early afternoon.

Mitch’s father answers the door and leads you into the kitchen where the rest of the family is congregated. You’re greeted by Mitch, Sarah, and Tammy, and introduced to Mitch’s aunt and uncle. You have a wonderful afternoon with everyone, enjoying the stories they’re all telling.

After dessert is over, and you finish playing a few rounds of a card game that got way more competitive than expected, you’re saying goodbye to Mitch’s family. He and Sarah each grab their bags and walk out to your car with you.

It’s a quick drive to your place and next thing you know, Mitch and Sarah are walking around your apartment, complimenting the view and decorations.

“This apartment really is beautiful. I love the windows and it’s so spacious in here,” Sarah says.

“There aren’t many perks to most of your family dying in your early 20’s, but being the sole recipient of all life insurance payouts and inheritances would probably be the one bright side.”

They both stare at you, as they do when you mention your trauma so nonchalantly.

“What?” you say, “I’m talking about the positives! Don’t give me those faces. Anyone want some water?” You decide it might just be best to move on from the discussion of your dead relatives. You grab a couple bottles of water from the fridge and hand one to each of them asking, “Do you guys want to sit out on the deck?”

They agree and you lead them outside to show them one of your favorite parts of your apartment. It’s a decently large deck, big enough to fit an outdoor loveseat plus another comfy chair, and since you’re a corner unit, it faces the woods behind your building, allowing for privacy. You sit in the single chair, leaving them to share the loveseat. You start to tell them about the wildlife you’ve seen in the woods, then point out the constellations you could see.

You all spend a few minutes sitting quietly enjoying each other’s company as well as the mild early spring weather. You feel a hand on your arm and know that it’s Sarah. You turn to her, and she gently pulls you, saying, “You’re too far away, come here.”

You get up and stand in front of them, not sure exactly where to sit. She pulls you down so that you are seated sideways on her lap, your legs extended over Mitch. He runs his hands over your shins and Sarah wraps her arms around your waist, holding you close. After another few minutes of listening to the calm sounds of the night you feel Sarah brushing your hair over your shoulder so she can start to kiss your neck.

Your eyes close at the feeling of her lips on your skin and of Mitch’s hands traveling higher on your legs. You slowly turn your head and seek out Sarah’s lips with your own. Neither of you hesitate to deepen the kiss, tongues immediately searching each other’s mouths. Mitch leans in to take over peppering your neck in kisses, occasionally switching to do the same to Sarah. He eventually turns you away from Sarah to himself, and you get lost in the feeling of kissing him. Next thing you know you’re watching them make out in front of you as your hands absently trail along their skin.

You all continue on like this for a while, getting lost in the sensations.

“Should we head inside?” Sarah asks, and you nod your head.

You all stand up, Mitch steadying both you and Sarah. You walk into your bedroom, immensely glad you had decided to splurge on the king bed. You stop just in the doorway and feel Mitch’s hand on your lower back. You’re equal parts excited and nervous about what’s about to happen, and you wonder if you’ll ever move past your nerves. You feel Mitch’s lips against your ear, and he asks, “Would you like to learn something new tonight?”

You turn your head to him, eyes practically crossing trying to look at him when he’s so close, and you nod again. He turns to whisper something to Sarah, and she smirks before climbing in bed and leaning against the headboard.

“C’mere, love,” she says to you, and you climb up the bed towards her. She pulls you in and says, “Mitch thinks we can teach you some different things to do with your mouth, what do you think?” Your eyes practically roll back in your head at the suggestion. You bite your lip and nod before saying, “I think that’s a great idea.” You start kissing her neck, biting gently as though overeager at the idea of using your mouth to please them.

Clothes are thrown off bodies and onto the floor. You start to kiss down Sarah’s body. You’re leaving kisses on the inside of her thighs when you suddenly feel kisses on your own thighs from behind. You glance back to see Mitch is behind you, just as bare as you and Sarah.

“Just follow along with Mitch,” Sarah says. You’re confused for a moment but then gasp as you feel him lick along your core. You understand what Sarah meant and lean to do the same to her. The sounds she lets out spur you on, each whimper turning you on even more and you barely hold yourself back from pushing closer to Mitch’s mouth.

You take note of the different things he does with his lips and tongue and recreate the moves to the best of your ability on Sarah. You feel the familiar tightening in your belly as your orgasm approaches. You hum in pleasure and the vibrations push Sarah over the edge. She grabs your hair, careful not to pull too hard. You work her through her orgasm and a second later fall into your own.

You lay your head on Sarah’s stomach as you both catch your breath. Her fingers weave through your hair as Mitch presses light kisses to your back. He climbs up towards Sarah, and she pushes him to lay on his back. Your eyes meet Sarah’s, and she beckons your closer. You crawl up to kiss her, then Mitch.

You think about what today’s lesson is, and take a deep breath before moving back down, this time trailing kisses along Mitch’s torso. You kiss just above his groin and look at his hard cock before glancing back to Sarah, silently asking for advice on what to do next.

She starts to whisper instructions in your ear, and you lean down to wrap your lips around him. He groans and clutches the sheets to keep himself from thrusting into your mouth. At Sarah’s direction you switch between sucking on what you can fit in your mouth and running your tongue along his length and around his tip. After a few minutes he pulls you off of him and sits up so he can press his lips to yours and you share a kiss so messy you can feel your teeth clashing against his.

“You did so good, baby,” he says in your ear before nipping at your neck and pulling away. He turns to Sarah and kisses her before pulling her onto his lap. He reaches down, and in a move so practiced and smooth that you almost miss it, he slides inside her. They both throw their heads back, moaning as they come together before sharing a moment of eye contact. You realize he’s checking in that she’s okay before they start to move together. You’re fascinated by what’s playing out in front of you. Sure, you’re turned on, but you’re more curious to watch than participate. That doesn’t mean they’re okay with you being left out, and they make sure they each have a hand somewhere on your body the whole time. You watch Sarah fall apart, Mitch following right after.

You all collapse onto the bed, a jumble of limbs, bright smiles on everyone’s faces. You’re once again surprised at how right this feels. You fall asleep with your head on Sarah’s chest, hand clasped with Mitch’s over her.

The next day you again wake up first. You slide out of bed, throw on some clothes, and go to the kitchen to make a cup of tea and reflect on the night before. You think about how safe they make you feel and how patient they are teaching you about intimacy. You’ve been so scared about being physical with someone that you thought it might never happen. But now you think back to how gentle Mitch was with Sarah, how he made sure to check in with her, and you start to think that you might be ready to have that as well.

Mitch and Sarah join you in the kitchen and you make them tea as well. As you set the mugs down Mitch’s phone starts to ring with an incoming FaceTime call. You glance at it and are surprised to see that it’s Harry calling. Harry Styles. Somehow you had yet to interact with him at all even though you’d been hanging out with his best friends for weeks.

Mitch answers the call and starts talking to Harry. Sarah quietly laughs at the look of panic on your face. You take some deep breaths, forcing yourself to stop fangirling before you somehow make a fool of yourself in the background of the call. You’ve just managed to contain your excitement when Mitch pulls you over to officially introduce you to Harry. You learn that he does know who you are, and Mitch and Sarah have apparently been talking about you to their friends.

It’s a short call, Harry had just wanted to check in on everyone and soon they hang up. Breakfast that morning is simple, everyone pouring a bowl of cereal and you discuss what to do that day.

“Do you still want to hear some of Mitch’s new music?” Sarah asks and you answer with an enthusiastic, “Of course I do!”

After everyone showers and gets ready for the day, you all drive over to the studio. Mitch plays two of the songs he’s working on, and you listen closely, watching in amazement as he sings the songs he wrote himself.

“I was wondering if you could help me with something,” he says timidly after you compliment him on his music.

“Sure, what is it?” you reply.

“I’ve got some ideas for guitar harmonies and want to test them out against the melody. If I tell you the chord progression, would you be able to play melody so I can see if it all works together?”

“Yes, absolutely.” He teaches you what to play and you spend the next couple of hours working on his songs, fascinated to see what goes on behind the scenes.

When you all start to get hungry you leave the studio to pick up sandwiches for lunch. You mention a walking trail nearby that has great views and you decide to take your lunch there. It’s a short walk to the first outlook and you settle there to eat. You ask Mitch and Sarah about their childhoods, wanting to know more about them. You continue your questions after lunch when you’re all walking towards the waterfall at the end of the trail.

When you reach it, Sarah starts taking pictures, including a selfie of the three of you which she immediately sends you. You’ll later make that your phone background, but no one needs to know that.

You start walking back and Mitch says, “So, I was thinking we could all go to Bella Luna’s tonight for dinner.”

You’ve heard of Bella Luna’s before. It’s one of the nicer restaurants in town. Ryan’s parents have gone there a couple of times for date nights, and you know it’s viewed as highly romantic.

“Oh, I’ve heard great reviews about that place,” Sarah replies with a cheeky smile. You nod and agree and spend the rest of the afternoon wondering what this fancy dinner might mean.

Back home everyone starts getting ready. Mitch informs you that the reservation is set for 6PM and you wonder when he set that up, as he hadn’t been on his phone at all that day aside from talking to Harry. You also realize that they both had fancy clothes packed and wonder if they had planned this ahead of time.

You walk out of your bathroom after getting changed, smoothing down your dress and fiddling with your hair to make sure it’s lying just right. You look up and see Mitch and Sarah staring at you.

Sarah walks over and places her hands on your hips, saying, “You look amazing,” before pulling you in for a kiss. “You look amazing too,” you reply after breaking apart. Mitch walks up to you saying, “You both look beautiful,” and you each kiss and compliment him as well.

You have a wonderful time at dinner. The conversation flows naturally, and the food is delicious. There’s never an awkward silence, and you realize how compatible you all are in every way.

Once back at your apartment, the evening goes like the one before and you find yourselves again out on the deck. Instead of you sitting on the chair, Mitch immediately pulls you on the loveseat with him and Sarah, and you’re sat half in each of their laps.

“Dinner tonight was delicious, thank you for taking me there,” you say.

“Of course, love,” Sarah replies. “We needed to make our first date special.”

At the word date you quickly turn to her, a shocked and confused expression on your face. You knew they cared about you, knew they were interested in you physically, but hadn’t dared to hope for the relationship to take this turn.

No one has ever expressed interest in you this way before, and here are two wonderful people wanting to bring you into their relationship. Two people who had everything they could want, but still opened themselves up to another person.

“We really care about you, Y/N,” Mitch says, and you turn to look at him. “Not just in a friendly or familial way. We care about you the way we care about each other.” Sarah is nodding in agreement, and you reply, “I care about you both too. More than anyone else.”

“I know this won’t necessarily be easy,” Sarah says. “It’s a complicated dynamic, especially with us being so well known publicly. But Y/N, we want to be with you. We want you as part of our relationship. Would you like that too?”

“I would. I really would. I know it’ll be difficult, and we’ll have to keep it a secret, but I want a relationship with you both. Being with you two just feels right in a way nothing ever has before.”

“We feel the same way,” Mitch replies.

They each press a kiss to your lips before sharing one with each other. The three of you sit there in an embrace, and the fact that you’re in a relationship sinks in. You can’t help the huge smile that breaks out on your face.

“What is it?” Mitch asks, noticing your expression.

“Nothing,” you reply. “I’m just really, really happy.”

“We are too,” Sarah says and meets you for another kiss. Mitch turns you towards him and he quickly deepens the kiss. This time you don’t get lost in the feeling, too lost in your thoughts of what you want to happen next.

Mitch notices your hesitance and pulls away asking, “What’s wrong, baby?”

You shiver at the nickname, holding one of his hands in yours and fidgeting with his fingers while building up the nerve to tell him what you’re thinking.

“Nothing’s wrong. I just. There’s something I want to do. And it makes me really nervous, but I think that I’m ready.” You pause a moment before continuing, “I know that I’m ready. To do this. With you.”

With the hand you’re not currently holding, Mitch cups your face to bring you to look at him. “Y/N, what is it you want to do?”

Even just saying the words feels impossible, not used to wanting this, let alone asking for it. “I, uhm, I want to- I’m ready to go all the way.”

He looks you in the eyes before asking, “Are you saying that you want to have sex with me?” You try to look away, somehow both embarrassed and turned on at the blunt way Mitch is clarifying your desires. “Because it’s absolutely okay if you do. I want to do that too. But only if you’re really ready,” he continues.

“I am,” you say firmly. “I’m ready. I’ve always been so scared of sex, but I saw the way you were with Sarah last night and, I dunno, I just know that you’d take care of me. I realized I don’t have to be scared with you. With either of you,” you finish, reaching one of your hands to rest on Sarah’s leg.

“Of course I’ll take care of you baby,” he says. “It’s all we want to do.” He leans in and presses his lips to yours, picking up where he left off a few minutes earlier. You feel like you’re too far away from him and move to straddle his lap. His hands immediately go to your waist, pulling you in so you’re flush against him.

You feel his hard cock against you and begin to grow excited at the thought of what’s about to happen. He guides your arms around his neck and tells you to hold on tight. The next moment he stands from the couch, hands sliding to your bottom to support you so he can carry you inside. The three of you make your way to the bedroom, and Mitch lays you down on the bed, immediately crawling on top of you.

You get lost in the feeling of Mitch’s tongue stroking yours, on his hands sliding along your body. You tug on his shirt and break away to pull it off of him. He does the same to your dress and within minutes all of your clothes are on the floor. His fingers are at your entrance, slipping in one at a time to slowly open you up.

You look over to see that Sarah is fully clothed and you pout. She notices your expression and says, “I’m okay love, I just want to watch tonight. This is a special moment for you.” You reach out your hand to hold on to hers and she passes something to Mitch before sliding her fingers between yours.

You hear a noise and look back to Mitch and realize what Sarah had handed him. He opens the condom wrapper and slips it on before running the head of his cock through your folds. He looks at you and asks, “Are you sure?” Without hesitating you tell him you’re sure, that you want this.

He lines himself up and starts to push in. You gasp at the stretch and squeeze Sarah’s hand. Mitch leans down to pepper kisses and love bites along your neck as Sarah runs her free hand on your stomach. You focus on those feelings as Mitch continues to push in, checking that you’re okay throughout.

Finally, he’s flush against you, letting out a loud groan in your ear at the feeling of you wrapped around him. Tears leak out of your closed eyes and you’re unsure if they’re from the uncomfortable pressure of being filled for the first time or from the overwhelming emotions running through you.

Sarah wipes away the tears, leaning in to quietly say, “You’re doing so well, love.” After a moment of letting you adjust, Mitch checks in again to see how you’re feeling, and if you want him to continue or pull out.

“Keep going, I’m good, please, you can keep going,” you tell him in a breathy voice you’ve never heard from yourself before.

He starts to move, slow thrusts at first before building up a rhythm after he’s sure you’re ready for more. It doesn’t take long to switch from uncomfortable pressure to intense pleasure. You’re still holding one of Sarah’s hands in yours and she uses her free hand to rub circles on your clit. You’re lost in the sensations, Mitch inside you, Sarah adding to the pleasure, both of their lips leaving kisses all over your body. It all builds until you come with a loud moan, clenching around Mitch. It’s an intense feeling, one that causes you to see stars, and you’re only vaguely aware of Mitch reaching his orgasm just after you.

They both slow down before stilling completely. Mitch tucks his face into your neck saying, “I’m gonna pull out now, okay babe?” You nod and he slowly pulls out as Sarah presses more kisses to the top of your head.

Mitch gets off the bed and you whimper and reach for him, not wanting him to be far away from you. “Shh, love,” Sarah says gently. “He’ll be right back; he’s just gone to get a cloth to clean up.”

A moment later he’s back and uses a damp washcloth to clean between your legs. He slips on a pair of boxers and places a large t-shirt on the bed for you. You know he’s giving you the option to put it on if you’d like but not pressuring you to, and you realize how well he already knows what will make you most comfortable. You slip on the shirt as he climbs in bed next to you. As you curl into his side, Sarah gets up and you pout again but refrain from grabbing for her as well. She changes into pajamas and gets back under the covers, holding you tightly.

You fall asleep almost immediately, missing the whispered conversation between the other two.

“How are you feeling?” Mitch asks her. He knew they had talked previously about the possibility of you and Mitch having sex, but he still wanted to make sure Sarah didn’t feel any different after seeing it happen.

“Honestly?” She replies. “I feel great. Y/N said it earlier, it just feels right. Watching the two of you together was mesmerizing, and beautiful. I think I may have fallen even more in love with you.” He grabs her hand and squeezes gently. You stir in their arms, turning towards Sarah and tucking your face into her neck. They share a smile over you and fall asleep as well.

Shockingly, you’re the last one awake the next morning. When you do finally wake up, you realize you’re sprawled on top of Mitch, clinging to him. He’s running his fingers through your hair, and you feel so content you almost fall back asleep. Before you do, Sarah walks in with a tray full of food. You climb off of Mitch to sit in the middle of the bed and Sarah sets down the tray before sitting next to you.

You rest your head on her shoulder and she says, “Good morning love. You feeling okay?”

“I’m feeling absolutely wonderful,” you reply with a shy smile. You glance at Mitch and see he’s looking at you with a similarly fond expression. “I’m also suddenly starving,” you continue. “This looks amazing!”

They laugh at your enthusiasm for breakfast, and you all start to dig in.

“What would you like to do today,” Mitch asks.

“Nothing. I want to do nothing today. I want to stay here with the two of you and have a movie marathon or binge TV and just cuddle.”

“Sounds like a plan to me,” he replies.

And that’s what the three of you do. At lunch time you switch to hanging out in the living room instead of the bedroom, but that’s the extent of your effort for the day. They end up staying that night as well, brushing their teeth beside you in the bathroom before bed, and you revel in how domestic it feels.

They wake up bright and early with you the next morning and make sure to get their goodbye kisses before you all leave the apartment together. You drop them off in their driveway on your way to work and they each give you a quick hug before going inside the house.

You turn the car around and pull into Ryan’s driveway and sit in there for a moment before going into the house. You give yourself a couple minutes to think about the past few days, smiling and letting out a giggle when you can no longer contain the pure joy you feel.

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A/N: Thank you so much for reading! I'm excited for the next part, we're finally adding Harry to the mix soon!

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