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Sirius Black x rockstar! f!reader

warnings: smut, p in v, rough sex, like pretty rough guys he bites you till you bleed, underage drinking, underage smoking, a lot of smoking tbh, drunkish sex, kinda has a plot so yeah lmk if i missed anything

summary: you and your band mates decide to go out to a pub, where you end up meeting the most handsome boy you’ve ever seen.

word count: 4.2k

a/n: guys i’m so bad at these summaries holy. this is probably my favorite fic i’ve written. the flirting and the tension like omg. trust me. also, let’s pretend The Runaways are british and let’s pretend everything id accurate hahaha. enjoy ;)

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“Do you think we’ll be recognized tonight?”

You turn to your bandmate, Joan, and shrug. “It’s fifty-fifty.”

“What pub are we going to again?” She asks.

“The one where they let underage people in, of course, you’re still the only one who’s twenty-one in the band you know,” you reply.

The other two members of your band, Sandy and Lita, are ahead of you, engulfed in their own conversation. You slide your hands into the pockets of your jacket and try to keep up. You’ve been in the band for a few months as the new lead singer. Their old one left to start her own band, claiming it to be more successful. Yet your band is the one that’s gotten sold-out shows, interviews on television, and pictures in magazines. Sometimes you like to think it was fate that she left, and you just so happened to be in town the night they were holding auditions. The fans surely enjoy your voice more, they make you out to be the leader even though you’re only seventeen and the newest member. You don’t mind though, and neither do your bandmates.

It’s almost ten when you arrive at the pub and thankfully no one has recognized you yet, or they have and simply haven’t said anything. There’s no one at the door to check IDs just like Sandy had said. The four of you enter fast and find a table. The music is loud, the lights are low, and people are dancing all over. You like it, a lot.

“Drinks?” Lita questions a few seconds after you sit.

“You know it!” Joan replies.

“I’ll be right back then.”

Sandy takes out a pack of cigarettes. “Care for one?”

“Obviously,” you answer, holding your hand out. She hands you one, you’re quick to light it and stick it between your lips, inhaling a deep breath of smoke. “How come the police haven’t found this place?”

Joan rolls her eyes. “They have.”

“And? Why don’t they shut it down?”

“They have people who come here, of course, sons, daughters, you know that sort of thing. It may be illegal but it’s trustworthy,” she explains. “Why do you care anyway?”

You shrug. “Just curious I suppose.”

Lita arrives back at the table, four glasses held in her arms. You take yours fast, eager to taste whatever liquor she got for you. It’s bitter, with a hint of sweetness in it. Based on the color as well, your guess is some sort of vodka mix. You drink it despite the awful aftertaste it leaves in your mouth. The cigarette between your fingers helps a bit. The four of you talk for a while and enjoy the peace of having no fans around.

“You should go to the bar y/n,” Lita says after some time. “Or well it might be too late now, but when I was there, I saw a boy your age, remarkably handsome.”

Sandy laughs. “You’re trying to send her home with someone already?”

Lita nudges the other girl with her shoulder. “No, I’m only trying to get some new song material.”

“We’ll see if there’s any potential,” you say, taking the last sip of your drink and getting up. You brush down your hair. “Do I look alright?”

“You’re always beautiful,” Joan answers, letting out a cloud of smoke.

“Wish me luck.” You chuckle before heading to the bar.

With every step you take, you feel eyes on you. Most belong to older men who shouldn’t even be paying you any mind. You’re used to the feeling of being watched, with all the fans and paparazzi that corner you before and after gigs. So, you move through the pub without a second thought about it.

In the back of your head, you curse yourself for not asking Lita what the guy looks like. For a moment you question how you’re supposed to find him, but then your curious eyes find one guy who stands out. He’s leaning on the wall, a glass in his hand and a cigarette between his lips. Based on his face, you figure he can’t be more than nineteen. And oh, how right Lita was. His hair is dark and long, almost reaching his shoulders. He’s dressed in a simple white tee shirt and baggy jeans. Despite the distance, you swear you can make out a sliver of a tattoo on his shoulder. He’s gorgeous, almost too gorgeous.

You approach him carefully, thinking of different opening lines in your head. Would it be wrong to use your fame to get him to take you home? Probably. But you’ve seen Joan do it plenty of times. She always says it’s simply a tool and that you should use it to your advantage. You’ve never done it though. Perhaps it’s your little amount of consciousness that remains that tells you it’s wrong. You don’t know and the alcohol in your system doesn’t help. So, when you reach him, you say the first thing that comes to mind.

“Hi.”

He looks at you, the cigarette dangling between his lips. “Hello.”

“How old are you?” You ask, immediately feeling stupid for such a question.

“What are you a cop?” He chuckles.

You feel your cheeks heat up. “No uh... sorry.”

“It’s fine love, just not a very good pick-up line,” he replies. He takes his cigarette out, his eyes locked on yours. “Especially since you look like you’re sixteen.”

“Seventeen actually.” You correct him.

“Ah, well there’s something we share then.”

Something about the way he’s looking at you comforts you. There’s no recognition in his eyes at all. You can tell. To him, you are just another girl. Not the lead singer of The Runaways. Just a simple girl.

“You can try again if you’d like,” he says. You look at him, confused. “Try another pick-up line.”

You gently smile and think for a few seconds. Nothing better comes to mind.

“Come here often?”

He laughs. “Somehow I think that was worse than the first one.”

“Sorry. Usually, I’m better at this sort of thing,” you reply. You put your hands back in your pockets, suddenly feeling very hot with embarrassment.

“Don’t be sorry, it’s cute.”

There’s a moment of silence. He takes a sip of his drink; you stare at his hand. The way it looks wrapped around the glass makes your stomach fill with butterflies. You hate how much you want him to take you home. You don’t even know his name. But he’s handsome, so much so it makes you unable to think straight. You need to know more.

“Are you from around here?”

He nods. “Born and raised in London. You?”

For a split second you wonder, if he’s from London how come he doesn’t know who you are? Sure, your band isn’t on the same level of success as Queen or ACDC but you’re also not underground. You push the thought away.

“Originally from Westchester but now I’m here in London for... work,” you answer.

“Work? I thought you were seventeen.”

“Yes but, eighteen next month. I already finished school.”

He takes another drag of his cigarette. “Wish I could say the same, I still have another year left. Though, I rather enjoy school, gets me away from my dear parents.”

“Oh, where do you go?”

You notice the way he shifts his posture. “Out of the country, you wouldn’t know of it.”

“Like a boarding school?”

“I suppose you could say that.”

You look around the pub, a slight feeling of awkwardness blooming within you. You don’t know why you’re so nervous. You’ve done this before. You decide to blame it on the cheap vodka because really, you’re better than this.

“So, what’s your name then?” You ask after a few more minutes.

“Does it really matter?” He replies, catching you a bit off guard. He flicks the ash off his cigarette, his dark eyes on yours. “All of it’s the same.”

“I don’t know what you’re referring to,” you say, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Don’t play dumb love, I know this isn’t your first time. I’m sure you’ve chatted up many other lads and had them take you home.” There’s something about the tone in which he speaks that has your knees almost wobble.

“Why would you think that?”

He sighs, leaning over to a small table discards his cigarette in an ashtray, and leaves his glass. When he leans back on the wall, now with both of his hands-free, he buries them in the pockets of his baggy jeans. He looks down at you with an expression that could send your morals far out of mind. You want him, terribly. And you think he knows this.

“Besides the fact that you said you’re usually better at this, you’re also possibly the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen,” he eventually answers.

You can’t help but roll your eyes. “I highly doubt that, but nevertheless thanks for the compliment.”

“I mean it. Most girls I see still wear those long skirts and sweaters, but you, you’re dressed like you could pass as a rock star.”

Your face heats up once again. You know he’s right. With your leather jacket, flared jeans, high-heeled boots, and small tight top you know it’s clear what kind of person you are. Your makeup only adds to it, black smudged eyeliner and glitter on your eyes. It’s a toned-down version of what you wear on stage. He doesn’t need to know that though.

You give him a smile and shrug. “Rock is my favorite genre, what can I say? You sort of got that look too though, not quite as intense.”

“Not a gentleman?” He chuckles.

“No.” You laugh, shaking your head. “At least I hope not.”

“I see. You don’t fancy the good boys. Well fortunately for you, I’m a bit of a troublemaker. At least, that’s what my schoolmates and family say,” he mentions. “What’s wrong with the good boys anyway? They could treat you like a lady.”

“Too gentle, I’m not a fan of it,” you answer honestly.

He smirks, sending warmth straight to your core. “So is your intention to get me out of here and treat you... not gently?”

“My intention is simply to buy you another drink, maybe enjoy a dance or two. What happens at the end of the night is not particularly on my mind right now. I’m more focused on learning your name. Why? Is that what you’d fancy?” You counter, looking up at him through your long lashes.

It has the effect you hoped for because he stands up straight, his back finally off the wall. He offers his hand to you, and you take it softly in yours. It’s so much bigger, so much warmer. You try your hardest to kill all the thoughts of where else you’d like him to touch you with his hand.

“Sirius Black,” he introduces himself.

“Like the star?” You question without thinking.

“Yes, like the star. Now what’s your name.”

“Y/n y/l/n,” you say.

“Charmed. So, how about that drink?”

You smile. It’s going to be a good night, you know it.

The next few hours go by in a flash. You and Sirius drink more than you probably should and dance to the many different songs that play on the jut box. A few different times throughout the night you find the eyes of your bandmates, each of them giving you big smiles and thumbs up as they watch you with Sirius. At one point Joan makes a lewd hand gesture, and you barely get a chance to see Lita smack her. It’s past twelve when you find yourself outside the pub with Sirius sitting on a curb sharing a cigarette.

“I hate these bloody shoes,” you mumble as you dig your heel into the pavement. “They make my feet sore.”

“Then why do you wear them?” Sirius asks, amusement evident in his tone.

You exhale a long breath of smoke, passing the half-burnt cigarette back to him. “I dunno. Beauty is pain.”

“For some, but I’m sure even without those things you’re just as pretty. Actually, I would bet pounds on that being true,” he replies.

“I think I’m rather plain without all this. Would you think the same of me without my makeup and outfit?”

You watch him smirk. “I should think you look even prettier without all of that on. Especially the clothes.”

Your stomach fills with butterflies for the thousandth time tonight. Your shyness left hours ago when you took your first shot. So, instead of simply blushing and looking away, you stand and look down at him with your own smirk.

“Quite the charmer. How about you find come back to mine and find out for yourself?”

He takes one last drag of the cigarette before standing, flicking it to the pavement, and crushing it beneath his sneaker. You watch helplessly as he releases a cloud of smoke, his hand now held out to you.

“I’d quite like that. Lead the way.”

~~~

You don’t know how you keep your composure the whole way home, especially with Sirius’s hand handing yours the entire time. On the train, as you sit, your head on his shoulder, he rubs his thumb across your knuckles. It’s a gesture that makes you glad you aren’t standing because your legs feel like jelly. And on the walk up to your apartment, he lets go of your hand and instead places it on the small of your back. You almost fall down the stairs at the contact.

Once you’re inside you immediately take off your boots, leaving them somewhere by the front door. Your jacket follows, only it’s hung on one of your kitchen chairs. When you turn to look at Sirius you find his eyes wandering all over your apartment, examining the details you assume. His sneakers are off, his hands are in his pockets.

“You must have a special job, this place is wonderful,” he says.

“My mates help me with the money, it’s not all mine,” you reply. It’s true, they do help you earn money from performing. You step closer to him, your hands behind your back. “And it’s really not that big. One bedroom, one bathroom, and one very tiny living room combined with the kitchen. But it’s more than enough for me. Would you like the tour?”

“Of course, if the tour starts in your bedroom.”

You can’t help the blush that takes over your face. “Follow me.”

The walk is fast, with every step you feel your heart rate increase. You’ve done this a few times, but for some reason, this time feels different. Perhaps it’s because all the other guys can’t compare to Sirius’s beauty in the slightest. Or perhaps it’s because you already like him a bit more than you should for a one-nighter. You don’t know. And you don’t care to know because you’re about to reach your door.

You open the door fast, letting him in first, and closing it behind you. It’s dark, the only lights coming from outside your small window. You don’t reach for the lights though. Instead, you step closer to the boy, the sound of your breathing suddenly far too loud for your liking. His silhouette moves closer to you as well. It’s almost like there’s an invisible force pushing the two of you together, and you find yourself liking it.

He touches you first. One of his hands finds your waist, he guides you to him faster. Soon enough, you’re practically pressed against him. You can barely breathe from the proximity. You’ve never felt something this intense. You look up at him, your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Still want me to not be gentle?” He asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I want you to ruin me,” you say, pressing one of your hands to his chest. You’re happy to find his heart is racing just like yours. “Don’t hold back.”

“Alright.”

Before you can even think of another thought, his lips are on yours. You kiss back instantaneously, your hand moving up into his hair. It’s soft, like you expected. He’s far from gentle with his kissing, and you’re glad. His lips move fast on yours, his teeth scraping your tongue. He bites down on your lip so hard you whimper, and the metallic taste of your blood clouds your senses.

Still, despite the pain, when he pulls back you almost whine from the loss of contact. But his hands move fast to pull your shirt up. You help him get it off, then move to his. Through the darkness, you can see the few tattoos he has on his chest and shoulder. They’re dark, they’re beautiful. You run your fingertips over them as he leans back down and connects your lips once again. You begin to guide the two of you towards your bed.

When the back of your knees hit the mattress, you allow yourself to fall back onto it. Sirius doesn’t follow you though. Instead, he stands between your legs at the foot of the bed and begins to undo the buttons of your jeans. You watch in awe, lifting your hips to help him drag them down your legs, leaving you only in your bra and panties. You sit up, your eyes on him, as you start undoing his belt.

After his jeans are on the floor he pushes you back down on the mattress, climbing over you this time. You kiss him deeply, dragging one of your hands down his warm back, and weaving the other through his hair. That warmth deep inside you has grown, consuming you entirely. You can feel the wetness between your legs, surely staining your panties. You’ve never been so turned on by a guy in your life.

He suddenly parts your kiss, his lips beginning to move down your jaw and neck. You moan, throwing your head back to give him more access. When he bites down on you, so hard you can feel a stinging from it breaking skin, you pull at his hair, sounds of pleasure escaping your swollen lips.

Eventually, after leaving many hickeys and bite marks on your neck, he pulls back entirely and flips you over onto your stomach. You smirk against the mattress as you feel him unclip your bra. To help get it off, you lift yourself on your hands, and the straps quickly fall. You throw it off without even thinking about it. You’re about to turn back but Sirius presses a hand between your shoulder blades, silently telling you to stay as you are. You don’t hesitate to comply.

You feel him move and instinctively you lift your hips in the air. He places a kiss on your back, it almost makes you shiver. Then his hands are on your hips, pulling your last piece of clothing off. You normally would feel some sense of vulnerability at this point. Completely naked with your ass in the air. But the alcohol mixed with the utter need you have for Sirius takes control. You feel him shift.

“Do you have a rubber?” The sound of his voice makes you squeeze your legs together.

“Unless you have a disease, you don’t need one. I’m on birth control,” you answer, looking over your shoulder at him.

“No diseases I swear,” he says.

“Then proceed.”

You get up properly on all fours, the anticipation killing you. When he positions his tip at your entrance, you inhale sharply. He rubs his cock through your wet folds for a few seconds, brushing against your clit ever so slightly, before thrusting inside you in one quick, hard motion. You can’t help the moan that leaves you. He’s big, stretching you in a way that’s on the brink of being painful. It’s perfect.

He fucks you hard, very hard. Each thrust hits that spot inside you that makes your legs shake. At one point, your arms give out and your face presses against the mattress. Your hands twist in the sheets, your moans muffled by the bed. Sirius doesn’t like this. He twists one of his hands in your hair and pulls you up, the pain only adding to the building of your orgasm.

“Sirius,” you gasp. “Fuck Sirius.”

He’s relentless. He fucks you through your first orgasm, not faltering for even a second. He only stops when you can’t hold yourself up anymore, pulling out and flipping you onto your back. You scratch your nails down his back as he begins to fuck you in missionary, your lips on his.

You don’t know how long passes by the time he tells you he’s close. What you do know is that your second orgasm is not far either. With tears in your eyes, you let him switch positions once again, this time you’re on top of him. Your muscles are weak and sore, but that doesn’t stop you from riding him as well as you can. Sweat covers your body, and incoherent words drip off your lips. You can barely take it anymore.

“I-I’m almost there,” you mumble.

“Me too love,” Sirius replies, his breath ragged. “Finish us both off.”

You struggle to hold yourself up, a tear rolling down your cheek. “I don’t know if I can.”

“You can, just a few more minutes,” he assures you, running one of his hands through your hair.

Much to his word, in a few minutes, he finishes. Hard. He moans your name in an indescribable tone, and his cock pulses inside you so intently, it causes your second orgasm to occur. As this happens, you lie on his chest, both of your breathing very uneven. He holds you tight against him.

Eventually, you roll off him and stare at your ceiling. You try to comprehend what just happened. Never in your life have you experienced something so intense. Most of the time when you told guys to be rough with you, they’d be turned off. But Sirius... You turn to your side to face him.

“Want a smoke?”

“Certainly.”

~~~

It’s safe to say, you don’t let him go all summer. You spend every second you can with him. Most of the time in your sheets, but a good amount doing other things. You paint his nails black, teach him how to wear eyeliner, and how to dress more like yourself. You enjoy every second you get with him.

He never does discover your fame, at least he never says so. You think he would know. Each time you go out you try your hardest to be unnoticeable and you always hide away magazines and switch the channel whenever something about your band is shown. But he never does say anything. Sometimes at night, you sing to him softly and you always laugh when he tells you that you should take it professionally.

You learn how much he hates his family, except for his little brother. You learn he loves Queen and David Bowie. You learn his favorite color is ironically black. You learn as much about him as you can and with each fact you do learn, you only fall more for him. But you never speak of it. You know the inevitable ending.

On the night before he goes back to school, the two of you lay in your bed, a thick silence between you. As usual, you pass a cigarette back and forth. Only this time, there are no words accompanying. Until he speaks.

“For once, I’m not looking forward to going back.”

You turn to your stomach and look at him. “I wish you didn’t have to go.”

“Me either,” he agrees. He holds the cigarette to you; you take it fast. “I can phone you if you want. You know, while I’m there. Or send letters.”

“Do you think that’s a good idea?” You question.

“I think I really fancy you, and I don’t want to leave on a bad note.”

You give him a weak smile and press a kiss on his bare shoulder. “Oh, Sirius.”

~~~

A few months later...

“Five minutes till show time,” an assistant tells you.

You’re sitting in your dressing room backstage. Joan, Sandy, and Lita all have their own space now. You find it funny how much The Runaways have blown up since the summer. Now, everywhere you turn you see yourself in a magazine or a news article. You can’t go anywhere without being recognized, or without the paparazzi showing up.

As you look in the mirror your mind travels back to Sirius. This happens a lot. Right before a concert, you think of him. Sometimes you wonder if maybe he’s out there listening. You haven’t heard from him since he went to school. You aren’t angry, only a bit sad. You’re mostly grateful though. He inspired most of the songs in your number-one album that got the band all the new attention.

You stand from the vanity and sigh. Tonight, your performance is being televised worldwide. Beside the door is your guitar, you pick it up as you begin your journey out to the stage. You’ve got a good lineup, even a small intermission for a happy birthday song. You hope wherever he is he hears it.

After all, it is November 3rd.

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Matt’s Teammate 💙

You get selected by Laura to be Matt’s teammate at The Versus Tour. As you compete together, Matt seems a bit off his game, because he has instantly started crushing on you. Matt knows that there’s a chance he may never even see you again… but that changes after he talks with Nick and Chris backstage after the show.

matt sturniolo x fem! reader

warnings: slight cursing

themes: tons of fluff

author’s note: haven’t been to a show yet so idk what order the challenges are in so I might have gotten them mixed up but you get the idea :)

You stood watching the show live from the television backstage waiting for the triplets to introduce their teammates for the challenges. Your heart felt like it was going to burst out of your chest— you couldn’t even believe this was genuinely happening to you.

“Okay Y/N, the boys should be ready for you three in about two minutes. I told the other girls to line up by the curtain if you could join them over there for me.” Laura, their manager, said to you gesturing to where the other teammates were standing.

“Sure!… I don’t know if I have ever been this nervous before, honestly.” You say letting out a deep sigh all while a big smile was plastered across your face.

“Awe don’t worry hun they are sweet kids and I’m sure Matt will make you feel comfortable once you’ve sat with him for a bit. Good luck, and remember to have fun!” Laura’s words of encouragement made you feel a bit better. The two of you walked over to the curtain just behind the stage. You could just barely see the stage through the opening of the curtain where you saw the canvases, aprons, and paints already set up for your first challenge.

“Alright you guys so as you already know we have a few challenges set up for us tonight that we will be doing with a fan from tonight’s show. Let’s welcome our teammates for the night!” Nick says through the microphone as the audience erupts in cheers. Oh man, here we go! You think to yourself as you follow the others out past the curtain into the bright stage lights.

Matt’s POV:

I watch as our teammates come on stage, and keep my eye out for a girl in blue. I see as she turns the corner, and I am stunned. She’s dressed in a cute sporty blue top and joggers, but it was her smile that immediately caught my attention. I’ve met tons of fans before, and many of them are very pretty, but she is beautiful. I felt like everything was in slow motion for a moment until she drew me out of my daydream.

“Hi Matt I’m Y/N, it’s so nice to meet you!” Ugh, even her voice was cute! She wraps her arms around my shoulders as mine wrap around her body as we hug. “I am such a big fan of yours!” She says as she gives me a soft squeeze before releasing the hug.

“Awesome!” I replied. Awesome? That was the best I could come up with?

***

We had already begun our “Work of Art” challenge, but I had to stand behind the canvas until the timer was finished. I watched Y/N’s face as she concentrated on painting all while laughing out of nervousness as she switched from color to color sporadically. Luckily, she was too concentrated on the challenge to notice me staring at her, admiring her beauty.

“Dude, Matt literally said the same thing.” Chris’s voice echoes through the microphone. “Right?” He says looking at me for approval. I was so zoned out looking an Y/N that I had no idea what he had even just said.

“Oh.. what? Ohh yeah yeah I did say that.” I stuttered, trying to bring myself back to reality and focus on the performance. Did I say what Chris said I said? No fucking clue. Nick turns and gives me a slightly confused look. “Matt, wake the fuck up we have a show to do bro!” Chris shouts and the audience erupts in laughter and cheers. I smile and let out a small laugh to hide my embarrassment. I turn back to Y/N to see she is already looking up at me with a small grin on her face. Great, now I’m really embarrassed. I’m hoping these colored stage lights can mask the fact that I feel my cheeks burning red at the moment.

Y/N POV:

The score was currently 5:7:8 with Chris in the lead, Nick in second, and Matt and I in last. We were off to a strong start from Matt winning popular vote, and us winning the painting challenge, then Matt scoring most of the baskets in the free throw challenge. We were down to the last challenge, the jenga showdown, which was by far the most tense. Though we were in last, I was still having such an amazing time.

I cheer Matt on as he gently pushes a block from out of the stack and places it on top the tower. He did it so easily and confidently that the audience roared in unison, screaming for Matt.

“Okay, maybe I can redeem myself in jenga, but Chris is still probably going to win… I’m sorry.” Matt turned and said as Nick took his turn. Matt looked at the ground, and had a defeated look on his face.

“Hey, don’t worry about it! We did are best, and we had fun which is far more important than winning in the end anyway.” I say, and he looks up and gives me a smile before putting his arm around me for a side hug. Our hug was interrupted by the audience screaming loudly, and we look to see the jenga blocks on the floor as Nick covers his face with his hands and stomps in anger at his team’s loss.

I cheer for Chris during his “crowning ceremony,” and he gave each of the teammates a hug as we congratulated them. I saw Nick, and gave him a big hug telling him I love him as I totally fangirl. Lastly, I turn to Matt who looks bummed from our loss.

“I had such an amazing time tonight! I hope you three have so much fun on the rest of the tour, and good luck! I’ll be rooting for you.” I say to Matt as I give him one last hug. I was surprised to find that he wasn’t pulling away from the hug right away as to finish the show, but he remained with his arms wrapped around me in a sentimental embrace. “It was great to meet you, Y/N. You’re an amazing teammate.” Matt says as he pulls away from the hug halfway, smiling down at me.

“K dude… let’s go.” Chris nudges Matt, and I realize I am the only teammate left on stage. I pull away fully and wave bye to the triplets as I exit the stage. What a night.

Matt’s POV:

My brothers and I were backstage packing the last of our things after finishing the post-show meet and greet and VIP backstage fan experience.

“Matt, are you okay? You seemed off tonight bro.” Chris says.

“Yeah I was gonna say the same thing but I haven’t had a chance to bring it up since the show ended. Is something going on?” Nick says concerned.

“Yeah… no. I don’t know. It’s stupid.” I said as I continued to pack and try to ignore the conversation.

“Come on Matt, you can tell us!” Says Nick.

“Was your teammate being freaking weird or something? Making you uncomfortable?” Chris exclaims as he comes to my side grabbing the things from my hands and putting them on the couch to stop me in my tracks.

“No she wasn’t weird at all. Her name is Y/N, and she was amazing. She is amazing. I wish you guys could’ve seen more of her because she was just so damn nice and sweet and—”

“Hot?” Chris cuts me off as he laughs.

“Well, yeah. I mean, she was beautiful. Not only that but in between challenges we were talking about how she appreciates my mental health content, and what videos of ours she likes. The whole show too she just had such a positive attitude and it made me feel really… happy. You know?” I said passionately, and I could feel the heat rising in my face once more.

“Aweeee Matty B you have a crush on a fan! That is too cute!” Nick says adoringly. “But seriously, she sounds wonderful. Did you get her social media or anything?” Nick asks, and by this point the three of us are all sitting together on the couch talking about it. I shook my head no.

“Okay, well, you got her name and she was on stage tonight so I’m sure something of her will pop up on social media somewhere.” Chris says.

“Why does it matter if she posts? Sure, I can follow her, but it’s not like I’m ever going to see her again or anything.” I snap at the two as I get off the couch and continue packing my bag.

“But why not though? Yeah she’s a fan, but she looked like she was around our age and she lives in the states as far as we know.” Chris says. “Mmm but she could have a boyfriend.” Chris says hesitantly.

“Or girlfriend!” Nick chimes in.

“Alright whatever, can we let this go and get to the bus?” I said, grabbing my bag and slinging it over my shoulder.

***

We walk out of the venue and hear the cheers of those fans who stayed behind after the show to watch us get back on the tour bus. I walked behind Chris and Nick, walking a bit slower, trying to scan the fans for Y/N, but no luck.

On the bus, I reposted the group instagram post of Chris’s win to my story. I took a picture from inside the bus, and captioned it “Even though I lost tonight I had fun, and that’s what matters 💙🩹”. I hit post, and immediately was getting tons of replies and tags. I was casually scrolling through my DM requests, when a username with “Y/N” catches my eye. I click on the request to view the message.

“You’re the best Matt! I hope to see you perform again in the future 🥰” the message read. I click on her profile. No way. It was Y/N! My heart started beating a little faster as I skimmed through her instagram feed. She was insanely attractive, and looked like a great person to be around, which I had gathered from our interaction tonight. I go back to the message and stare at it for a few minutes, my mind and heart racing. Do I reply to her message? Do I ask her out somehow? What if she does have a boyfriend, or girlfriend like Nick said? What if I make a complete ass of myself, or worse, she posts my reply all over the internet? I was playing a million different scenarios in my head. I’ve always been so shy, having trouble talking to girls I like, but my brothers and the fans have really boosted my confidence over this last year. I want to roll with that confidence…

“I had fun tonight, Y/N. You seem like a really great girl, and I would love to see you again if I can.” I typed out. I immediately hit send as to not give myself too much time to rethink my decision. Now, the waiting game. I throw my phone down on the table because staring at the screen waiting for her to reply made me too anxious. Chris and Nick came and sat down with me soon after, and I didn’t dare tell them what I just did in fear they’d yell at me, or tell me I made a huge mistake. Time goes by, and we watch tv as we travel to our next show. My phone dings, and I grab it as quick as I can to open the notification.

“Woah you’re smiling big, who’s that?” Nick asks.

I’m silent for a moment. In disbelief. Smiling from ear to ear.

“It’s Y/N!’

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Thanks for reading my first Sturniolo short! Let me know if you’d want a part two! <3

UPDATE: Part 2 linked here !

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hana-no-seiiki · 1 year

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YANDERE! TEEN TITANS x YAE MIKO / KITTY CHESIRE ! READER SHORT STORY

the kitty chesire bit is mostly her power to disappear and teleport + love for chaos

as always reader is gender neutral!

[sequel to this fic]

“YOU. . . HAVE A FOX FORM ? !”

Your team member, Garfield, shouted into your ear as you untied him and the rest of the members after a battle you won.

Via tricking them of course. You were meant for stealth and illusions, not fighting. Most missions with the Titans had you as a scout or back-up. Rarely were you in the heat of the fight.

It was mostly due to your penchant with being a liability. Whether it was intentional or unintentional, placing you with the main group was a recipe for disaster.

It was a perfect role for you. Cause really, who enjoys sitting back and watching everything unfold? You did.

And after watching your friends getting their asses handed to them and laughing for several minutes while invisible (so that they could definitely hear you but you wouldn’t get captured). You came in to save the day.

“Oh, how could you not know BB. I thought we were friends!” You sighed dramatically while finally untying the last member and leader, Robin.

Despite your close proximity, you fail to notice the rare grin on his face.

“Hey, that’s my line! How could you not tell your best friend, huh?!”

“To be fair, it should have been obvious.” Rachel commented. Her cape had gotten covered in some unknown goop, so her voice came out strained as she tried flicking it off.

“Yeah, Garfield. Kitsune, Fox. It’s hard not to know about it.” Jaime added. The scarab on his back’s eyes glow red in agreement.

“I feel wounded, hurt, unimaginable pained—“ Garfield grasped his chest. “But you know what would make me feel b-“

“In your dreams.” You quickly answered. Already knowing what he’ll request. It wasn’t as if you didn’t like turning into your fox form. But you had a plan,

and that plan was chaos.

“I didn’t even finish!”

“Give or take another hundred years or so, then it’ll be a maybe.”

“But- But why—?”

“My kitsune form is not a party trick or just something that can be shown at a whim. It has to be special, as is the person I show it to.”

“Wait, so that’s why you didn’t show me? I thought it was cause you couldn’t do it for another hundred years or so.” Rachel perked up as soon as she heard your words. The remaining goop on her cape forgotten.

“I thought it was because only humans or other beings from Earth could witness it.” Kori crossed her arms.

“You mean it isn’t dangerous for you to turn into one in case you aren’t able to turn back?!” Dick, Jaime, and Victor all screeched in unison.

“Excuses may vary from person to person.”

“[Y/N]!”

Ah yes, all according to plan.

It wasn’t that long before you all had another mission to accomplish. It wasn’t that hard really, in fact the enemies seemed a lot weaker in comparison to the previous ones.

So why were you and the rest tied up?

“Oh no, we’re at risk of dying. Whatever could we do?” Garfield feigned a moan of pain.

“Maybe if [Y/N] shifted into their Kitsune form and got out of their restraints—“ Victor tried suggesting but, like what you did with Garfield last time, you shut him down immediately.

“No.”

Everyone instantaneously gets out of their restraints. No effort at all.

These goddamn desperate little shits—

It had been a month or so since Garfield and the rest found out you weren’t turning into a fox simply because you didn’t want to and they have yet to lose gas when it came to motivation.

It had even gone to the point where the Justice League and heck, even some villains and other unaffiliated vigilantes joined the mix. It was as if every moment someone was trying to coerce you to transform.

“Guys let’s have dinner!” Dick called out from the tower’s kitchen, not bothering with the intercoms since he knew you were close by. As a Kitsune you had a fantastic sense of smell, as such you were already hovering the kitchen since the start.

“Is that . . . [Favorite Food] and - and [Favorite Drink]?” Your mouth watered as you gazed at the dining table. All of your favorite meals, snacks, and beverages were all laid out. Ready to be consumed—

“Ah, ah! Let us see your Kitsune form first.”

You took one long stare at him before disappearing, literally. “I’m ordering take out.”

“God damn it!” The rest of the team all exit from their hiding spots, absolutely saddened by the lack of reaction and that they couldn’t spoil you with your favorites for once.

(It’s not like they can forget about your fox form and just give you everything on a silver platter. Hell no!)

You trudged to Damian’s room. Still invisible until you were sure you entered without anyone seeing you.

You reappear with a smile before shortly turning into a miniature [Favorite Color] fox.

“Tired?” Damian asked, still focused on his computer while you jumped to his lap and made yourself comfortable.

“Mm. Not really! They’re really funny when they’re like that.”

He nodded at your response and began petting you. His other hand reached forward to his phone, “Hey, are you still open? … Yeah . May I have [Favorite Food] delivered at this address…”

You faked a gasp. You knew he had been watching over you since the beginning. Normal people would have freaked out and questioned how knew but you didn’t. How could you? He is your boyfriend after all. Him knowing everything was expected. At least, that’s what he always says, and you didn’t really mind so . . . “You’re the best, Damey!”

“I know.” He finally gazed at you. The love in his eyes are as clear as day, “Now, get off. We have to pick up our order.”

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A short essay about how Caspian is mathematically not a mole (ep. 115 spoilers) (and for the whole series for that matter)

Okay, alright guys, I saw your concerns. I saw it all, and you are right to be worried that your favourite blue wet man's blue and equally wet best friend may turn out to be a traitor. And so am I, trust me. Which is why I went through every single bit of Caspian's past I could dig out to create an unltimate timeline of his entire goddamn life to see it it'd be plausible for him to become a mole at any point in time and ultimately prove his innocence! If that's something you're interested in reading, then buckle up!

"Jay, you come from a division of soliders that were purposely put to infiltrate pirate crews, especially the new and upcoming ones. This is totally seperate from the Black-Ops situation that you learned about in the Stronghold. And you, in this book, can tell that there is a plant on Lizzie's crew."

This, of course is something I need to point out first. Whoever Lizzie's mole might be, they are not a doppelganger. They are not a clone, or Black-Ops, just a solider of the Navy, a person that must have gotten into the Navy via regular recruitment, be trained by them and then put into a spy division. Jay ofc had this entire process sped up, due to her grandma's influence, but no one other than her, especially an Undersea citizen, who would probably have to put in extra effort to be trusted given their shaky political situation few years back, would get the same treatment. What I'm trying to say, Caspian would need time, at least few years of training to become a mole they'd trust to infiltrate a crew, and not just any crew might I add. More on that later. Let's go back to his most early years for now. This is a fragment of episode 84 in which Caspian talks to Gillion abt his early life:

C: We all have family. I consider my life up here, this crew to be my found family. But my previous…tribe with the water genasi in the Undersea, where I was growing up…sort of in a [illegible]... remember me telling you about the outskirts? We um…was very nomadic, quite a, quite a peaceful, tranquil life, but it was always, you know…mixed with this life of poverty and my family wasn’t very…wouldn’t really have much but the water around us, and each other, I suppose, so uh…You know...I mean my mother didn’t make it past old age, and uh…

G: I’m sorry…

C: When my sister left the tribe, my father sort of fell into a depression of sorts and he stopped moving around. And when we stayed in one place, I was 18 or so, maybe 16, it was a while ago, and then…that’s when I left as well. Ventured to the Oversea, and um…and it’s history, so that’s my family. Not sure what they’re up to these days, I mean…I know my sister went to the capital, where you were.

G: Pirating is a pretty lucrative business, maybe if…we managed to find them or run into them, we can give something back, put them in a better situation.

C: …Well um…I mean this was 10-15, 10 to 12 to 15 years ago, quite some, quite some time, so I don’t even know if my father is alive still, I mean I don’t really have the desire to go back to the undersea, Gill.

G: Wha-why not?

C: Because I like my life up here. This is where I’m happy.

So, before we go to what all of that entails, one more quick crazy thing to mention: so, Caspian's sister is an Elder of the Undersea. Like for sure. This is confirmed by this part from ep. 79:

The Triton who you remember as the Elder Odolaf, who looks like he is about to speak, but is cut off by the water genasi, who has been doing a lot of talking thus far, who is Elder Celeste. They stand up and there is a familiarity that you notice now in their face. It’s like you have met them before, but not in the way that you know them because they are the Elder, but in a way that it’s like, they look like somebody you know. And she has sort of these uh, white tied-up like dreads that are tied up in like a bun and they come across the face and then one side is shaved. And there are beads and piercings in her hair, her ears are a little bit more sea elf-like in the way that they are pointed and they kind of like gradient into pink. They all kind of wear the same sort of ornate robes, though hers is more, I guess faded and like cut a bit, look a bit more warriorous, or like tribal, but still very well-made and professional.

Tribal clothing, a water genasi, that looks like someone Gillion saw before in the face. The only water genasi Gillion met after leaving the Undersea is Caspian. Elder Celeste is Caspian's sister. Wild. Anyway, not what we're here for, but I needed to mention that.

The crazier thing is that Caspian left to Oversea when he was 16-18, and it has been 10-15 years since then. That means Caspian is currently 26 at possible youngest, and 33 at his oldest, which was surprising to me, I did not imagine Caspian as a man in his 30s! But that's straight up facts, so holy shit, you know?

Okay, so I'm going to list a lot of small facts that determine a lot of ages in quick succession. I hope it's not gonna be too scary to look at, I'll simplify it all at the end. [Deep inhale]

Right now Gillion is 22. So when Caspian left the Undersea, Gillion was 12-7. Jay is 21 and Ava was 2 years older, same age as Lizzie. So Lizzie is 23 now. When Caspian left the Undersea, she was 13-8. Chip is 19, so Lizzie is 4 years older. Hole in the Sea happened when Chip was 9, so Lizzie was 13. So Caspian left the Undersea around the same time Lizzie crashed on the uninhabited island with Chey after the Hole.

It's a lot, I know, I know. So let me clear this up a little.

Hole in the sea was 10 years ago. Chip was 9, Lizzie was 13. 10 years ago Caspian was in the age between 16 and 23, and he left the Undersea when he was 16 or 18. So roughly at the same time the Black Sea happened, Caspian came to the surface for the first time.

(also pls note that we are talking in estimates, casue in ep. 36 Lizzie says she was 11 when the hole happened, but in ep. 101 she says she was the same age as Ava which by the power of math would put her at 13. Either way, somewhere around that age)

After that, Lizzie spend some time on an uninhabited island with Chey, the Black Rose cook, who sacrificed herself for Liz, so she could survive and died shortly after. We do not know how much time passed, but I assume no longer than few months, and after that she was saved by Captain Shadowbeard where she met Caspian. They were a part of Shadowbeard's crew, Caspian saved her from the massacre where Shadowbeard was killed, and then Lizzie went on to create her own crew, Grandberry Pirates with Caspian never leaving her for a second since he met her. That means that the only time Caspian could have joined the Navy would be RIGHT after he came to the Oversea for the first time, roughly at the same time Lizzie was stranded on an island, and in that short period of time (between Lizzie's crash on the island and her being found by Shadowbeard) he would have to find the time to be trusted and accepted by Navy, get trained specifically for infiltration AND infiltrate not anyones BUT FUCKING SHADOWBEARD'S SHIP. Not a NEW crew. A crew of one of the most legendary pirates on the sea. Cause before Lizzie, Caspian was Sadowbeard's crew member, and since then he never stopped being a pirate, so if he was a solider, he would have had to be one before Shadowbeard. And remeber what Grizzly said in 115: "Jay, you come from a division of soliders that were purposely put to infiltrate pirate crews, especially the new and upcoming ones."

Shadowbeard was not new. Not upcoming. He was dangerous and Navy must have had the balls of steal to send a rookie solider, which Caspian would have been at that point in time, to infiltrate him. The numbers say it's impossible. Guys, the numbers! They don't add up!

Anyway, so basically Caspian could not be a mole. He is not a new pirate, he was not a member of a fresh crew, becaue his pirate journey did not start with Lizzy, it started with Shadowbeard. Grandberry Pirates is a new crew, but Caspian is not a newbie in it. You know who is? Rudith. I mean what kind of doctor lets a bunch of rowdy pirates have a secret base under a place where sick and vulnerable rest??? Like ANY other place would have been better and more respectful! Also you know what's interesting? Gillion could heal these people with lay on hands easily, and yet the only thing Rudith did for them was give them potions that didn't seem to help and look after them on purely non-medical level. Bro didn't do shit. Like, why would you even become a doctor without having access to healing magic? The answer, you are not. You are a Navy solider in disguise.

Okay, okay, I'm done, that's all. If you got this far, you are a hero, thank you for reading this insanely long ramble, but that's kind of the conclusions that I came to, of course, any counter-theories and discussion in general is very much welcome! I'd love to hear your opinions! Love you guys, bye~

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dark-frosted-heart · 7 months

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Roger's Wicked Birthday - 1st -

The story's in his POV. As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this

Nsfw. Awkwardly translated smut.

They say that something predestined, something that cannot be changed or avoided, is called fate.

Being born male, female, or otherwise.

Where and when you were born, how long you'll live and when you'll die, all of these seem to be predetermined.

I've always been looking for a way to fight against all of that.

Roger: Hey, Jude. Cut back on those cigarettes. You don't know when those lungs of yours will fail.

Jude: Quit yer yappin'. Are ya my mom or somethin'?

Roger: Don't remember givin' birth to an arrogant, swearing bastard like you.

As I walk away after finishing up Jude's regular check up, my ears pick up the hustle and bustle of the dining room.

Roger: Huh? They're bein' awfully noisy.

As expected, when I entered the dining room, I found Harrison listening to a distraught Liam.

Roger: Hey, what's up? Did somethin' happen?

Liam: Kate isn't back yet so I want to go look for her now.

(The little lady?)

Roger: Calm down... You're not gonna find anything if you run out in the dark.

Harrison: Yeah, Roger's right. You were the last one to see Kate, weren't you Liam?

Liam nods.

Jude: You were supposed ta be watchin' 'er. Why'd ya let 'er go about as she pleases?

Liam: Tomorrow's Roger's birthday so we went out shopping to celebrate in advance. I thought about dressing up a bit and doing some stuff that'll surprise Roger.

Harrison: Liam, I now there's something you don't want to tell us, but now's not the time.

Liam: After we finished shopping, we parted ways near Leadenhall Market. Kate told me to go home first because she wanted to buy something in secret.

Harrison: Where'd you and Kate part?

Liam: At a bakery called "Harmony". Around there.

Harrison: If it's around there then...flowers, huh?

Liam: Flowers?

Harrison: Did she go by herself to get flowers for Roger?

Roger: Me?

Harrison: Yeah. There's a popular flower shop in alley where Liam and Kate parted ways. She probably knew about it.

Jude, who was quiet this whole time, muttered something troubling.

Jude: Tha's right, there's been some strange incidents lately. The naïve princess must've gotten mixed up in it. That woman (the queen) must 'ave some kind of info. Maybe.

Roger: I'll go get Victor...

There's been some kidnappings recently where Kate was now alone.

All those kidnapped were women, and those who were lucky enough to escape only had their hair cut, so it seems like they were kidnapped to sell their hair at a high price.

Based on the information from Victor, it was decided that Crown would search several hideouts of the criminals.

Harry and I ran through the back alleys of London in the dark.

Roger: ...? Hey, Harry. I can hear a man...and the faint voice of a woman through this door.

Harrison: May that's it. Let's go.

The man's voice gets clearer as we head down the path leading to the basement.

Men with guns and knives gathered in the dark.

(I see. So a bunch of thugs were kidnapping people)

Bearded man: After our watch is done, let's go for a drink- Huh, who're you?

In the dim light, Harrison and I exchanged glances. In times like this, a liar and traitor's quick thinking is useful.

Roger: Don't be so guarded. We're your buddies. We thought we'd take part too.

Bearded man: Huh? What're you on about? We'll lose our share with more people.

Harrison: Don't be like that. The police have been sniffing around lately.

Bearded man: The police...?

Harrison: We got contacts in the police. I got info on how to escape them.

Man with a gun: Hey... Wouldn't it be better if we brought them in?

Roger: Oh, we got a right to choose though. Let's hear some details about what you guys are doin'.

Bearded man: It's simple. You kidnap a woman to sell her hair and if she gets out of line, you kill her. That's it.

Man with a gun: In this day and age, a corpse has some value so it's like killing two birds with one stone.

(Yep, these are definitely the guys. Can't mess this-)

(0)

Harrison and I fire at the same time.

Criminal: Guh...

Roger: What's up? You're bein' unusually aggressive Harry.

Harrison: Yeah, wel... Anyway, I'll take care of the rest. You go ahead.

Roger: Yeah, I'm on it. Can't help but hear Kate's voice in my ear. Don't die Harry. Bringing you back will be a pain.

Harrison: Gotcha...

I head into the darkness, the sound of gunfire behind me.

(Multiple female voices...One of them...sounds like Kate)

I thought Kate would be sobbing in fear-

Kate's voice: -ight... It'll be alright. Help will come. It'll be alright...

My ears picked up Kate's voice, who was assuring the other women with her.

Roger: Geez... You're even worryin' over others in a time like this.

I run and run toward the voice, open the door in the dark, and head up the stairs.

Muscular man: Hey, who're you- Gah?!

I shoot and kill the criminals that come at me as I keep going.

(Found her...)

Among the women bound in rope is Kate.

Kate: Roger...

(Why're you trying to smile at a time like this?)

(You're not fooling anyone...)

As I go up to her and cut the rope with a knife, I notice flowers that fell at Kate's feet.

Roger: ...

Seeing them, I impulsively-

I held Kate tight in my arms.

Roger: Are you hurt?

Kate: Nothing serious. Just some scratches...here and there.

It's so like her to not count scratches as injuries.

Roger: I see...

Kate: I was sure...

Roger: Hm?

Kate: I was sure that Crown...that you would come and save me.

Kate knew about my curse as the "treacherous huntsman".

Still, she believed in me and fought against fear and anxiety.

(Damn. You're so cute and brave)

Roger: You're my birthday present, got it? Not letting anyone take you away from me.

Kate: Got it...

Kate's body starts trembling as if finally letting go of all the pent up fear.

I pat her back as if soothing a baby.

Roger: Scary wasn't it...

Kate: Yeah...

Roger: You did your best. You were great.

Kate: ... Roger... I-I...

Kate bawled so loudly that I couldn't help but smile.

After taking care of everything, I brought Kate back to the castle and tended to her wounds.

Kate: O-ow. It hurts...

Roger: It's supposed to hurt. Otherwise this wouldn't be moxibustion.

Kate: I'll accept it...

Maybe because she was still feeling guilty, Kate endures the pain without a fuss.

As I watch her in amusement, a thought appears in the back of my mind.

It's said that those cursed will meet an equally tragic end.

That's a solid conclusion I came to after years of researching curses.

(That's what's supposed to happen to us)

(I wonder what Kate's fate's like)

Kate's a curious woman who's aware of the fact that the world isn't pretty, yet still retains some purity in her heart and eyes.

Even those in Crown with strong personalities seem to be moved by her.

(A miserable fate doesn't suit Kate)

A long life's better than a short one, better to be surrounded by people than alone, and a warm place's better than a cold one.

(The kind of fate that suits someone who's able to smile so peacefully)

It was out of character for me to think of that for Kate who trusts others so easily.

Roger: Alright, done.

Kate: Thank you so much. Sorry for bothering you so late. Then...

Roger: Hey now, who said you could go?

Kate: Huh?

Roger: The treatment's finished, but the punishment isn't, little lady.

I sit down next to Kate on the bed, who makes a sound in her throat.

Kate: Punishment...

Roger: Thinking you'll get an answer right away just by asking's a bad habit of yours. Ask yourself why you're getting punished.

I whisper in her ear as I swipe my thumb across her lips.

Roger: I won't stop until you get it right.

Kate: Um, uh...

Kate jolts when I nibble on her ear before capturing her lips.

Kate: Nn...Roger...

(Soft as ever...)

Roger: Mm...Come one, answer me.

Kate: Because I got hurt...?

Roger: Wrong.

Even after releasing her wrists after kissing her repeatedly, Kate lets me do as I please.

Kate: Nnn... Hm? Ah...

(Hmm, not runninn'? Ahh...you obediently did as you were told)

The way she accepts my kisses while thinking fills me with sadistic desires and I hook my fingertips on the neckline of her dress.

Roger: That's it, think about it.

Kate: You don't need to tell...Ah...

Her breasts spill out as I pull down her dress and my lips are on her.

Roger: Hm? Givin' up?

While licking a nipple, I tease the other with my fingers.

Kate: ! I'm not...

(Ah~ That's a good look. You look so frustrated...like you're about to cry)

Kate: Ah...Is it...because I wandered off on my own?

Roger: Nope.

Kate: Huh...Ah....

I roll the peak in my mouth and Kate lets out a faint gasp.

(I'm disgusted at the thought that other men did that to her...)

I continue to suck and nipple as I slip my fingers in the wetness between Kate's legs.

It was already so wet and like with her nipple, I flicked her bud with a finger.

Kate: Ah...Nngh...Roger...

The moment I saw tears welling up, the irritation I felt within me finally subsided.

Kate: I...give up...

I grab Kate's chin and look at her as she muttered in frustration with tears in her eyes.

Roger: Hey, Kate.

Kate: Yes...?

Roger: I can't stand it when others make you cry. I'm the only one allowed to do that...Right?

Kate: Ye- Huh?

(What......................)

Roger: What's up with that response.

Kate: I just didn't expect it... I'm...not Roger's or anyone else's!

Roger: Then why're you squeezing my fingers so tightly?

Kate: That's because...Ah...I can't...

Roger: I'm not gonna last so let me enjoy your tears for a little longer.

Kate: Ah...wait...Roger

After that, I made Kate cry out a lot before having her finish me with her hand.

Satisfied, I went out for a drink with Jude.

Using my birthday as an excuse, I made him buy me a drink.

(I drank too much last night...)

I was lying on a sofa in the lounge with the aftertaste of alcohol still lingering when I felt a shadow over my face.

Kate: Roger...? Are you dead?

Roger: I am. So what do you want with a dead man? I'm not taking any complaints about last night.

Kate: It's not that. I have something for you.

(...?)

When I sat up, Kate shyly held out a bouquet.

Kate: Happy birthday Roger. Also... Thanks for being born.

Roger: O_O ...

(Wha...)

(Thanks for being born... That's the first time I've heard it since my curse)

(Kate...Only you of all people would say that without any hesitation)

Kate: Roger? Um...I went shopping with someone this time?

Roger: Haha, I know. Thanks...

Kate smiles happily like a puppy.

(Her crying face is the best, but her smile- it suits her)

Her smile's so cute that I can't but want to tease her again.

Roger: Hey, Kate. I must've fallen for you if I'm always thinking about you right?

Kate: Excuse me........ I-I don't know!

Roger: Pfft, hahaha. How cold.

After that, while I was walking with the bouquet Kate gave me, Victor suddenly told me what those flowers meant.

Anemones meant "fleeting love".

Kate probably didn't know what the flowers she gave me meant, but it's ironic.

My fate's a future ruined by guilt.

The worst fate lies before me, but I'm not gonna let it get me down now.

Trampling on fate, I-

Roger: Now, let's fight against it again today.

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felixsramen · 1 year

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Yours truly

This is part 1 to my poly stray kids series that I've been working on hopefully you guys enjoy it.

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Warnings: mention of poly skz, threesome, mentions of alcohol, restraint with a belt, Hyunjin is a switch but sub leaning, Reader is a sub, Chan is a dom, I may be missing other things but if I am let me know.

Here you were in a club with your friends. Sitting down 4 drinks at the table. You were here to just get drunk out of your mind. To leave all your worries behind.

You sat sipping on your mixed drink. It was pretty and tasted good but it wasn't enough to get you drunk off your ass yet. Your friends out there dancing with random guys. Bodies pressed up against each other as the music continues blasting.

You check your phone no notifications. Well what did you expect it was the usual.

You hadn't noticed the two pair of eyes that somehow landed on you.

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Chan looked at his blonde boyfriend. Hyunjin who was sitting on his lap.

"Why are we here again?" Chan says sighing.

"Because you need to let loose. You've been cooped up in the studio and you need a drink." Hyunjin says sipping his drink looking at his boyfriend.

"We could've had a drink at home." Chan says still complaining.

"Yeah but at least here there's eye candy." Hyunjin says looking around the club.

"Don't know why I need to look at other people when I have 7 boyfriends already." Chan says thinking about the other boys.

Chan had gotten dragged here by Hyunjin who he knew was going to get drunk and he didn't want him to try and drive home. All of the other boys had other plans. Changbin going to the gym and Minho with him. I.N. had a headache. Felix was in the middle of baking. Han had needed to finish his rap. Seungmin needed to finish a dance.

Chan wanted to go to the studio along with Han but Hyunjin knew that if he begged Chan enough he'd give in. Chan also didn't want him to try and drive back and get into an accident he'd hate himself if that happened.

"Well you're here now. So try to enjoy it." Hyunjin says to his dark haired boyfriend.

"Plus if we get lucky enough maybe we can take someone home tonight." Hyunjin says looking at his glass cup. He swishes the drink in his cup. He looks at the drink.

Chan rolls his eyes. It was established early in the boys relationship if they wanted to fuck around with other people that was fine. Now dating was entirely something different. Dating added another person to this already complicated relationship. Chan loves his boyfriends though he wouldn't have it any other way.

"Look." Hyunjin says pulling Chan out of his thoughts.

Chan looks over to where Hyunjin is pointing.

His eyes land on you. You're in something showing skin but not enough for everything to be out.

You look down at your phone. "She seems like she doesn't want to be here either." Hyunjin says eyes not leaving you.

Chans eyes watch you slowly. Maybe Hyunjin was right Chan thinks.

You were just Chans type. You seemed quiet not bothered by the noise of the club and you weren't grinding or flirting with everyone.

Chan wouldn't have even cared if you were grinding or flirting with everyone. You were attractive in Chans eyes.

Hyunjin looks at his boyfriend in his thoughts Chans eyes not leaving you.

Hyunjin smirked. He snapped his fingers in front of Chans face. "What you thinking about?" Hyunjin asks his boyfriend.

Chans eyes fall back on Hyunjin. "Nothing." Chan says still not exactly certain about his boyfriends being okay with him going off and fucking a stranger.

Hyunjin scoffs. "Liar. You're totally into her." Hyunjin says eyes on his boyfriend still.

"You want to fuck her don't you?" Hyunjin says. Chan rolls his eyes.

"Why would I when I have 7 other boyfriends?" Chan says hand on Hyunjins thigh whose sitting in his lap still.

"Doesn't mean we can't fuck around the boys agreed too." Hyunjin says.

A light bulb goes off in Hyunjins head. Maybe you could help Chan relax and maybe Hyunjin could get some fun out of it too.

Hyunjin suddenly takes Chan hand off his thigh and gets up. "Where are you going?" Chan asks the blonde.

"To get another drink." Hyunjin says swallowing the rest of his alcohol filled cup.

Before Chan can react Hyunjin walks off. Hyunjin disappears into the crowd of bodies knowing exactly where he was heading too.

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You sit there and look at your phone again. Time reading 10:47PM.

"Hi there." You hear a voice say.

"Thanks but I'm not interested." You say not looking up.

"Well that sucks. I was hoping I could get you a drink you looked kind of lonely." You lift your head up. You look at the gorgeous blonde in front of you.

"Yeah. Actually I'd like a drink." You say.

"Anything in particular?" The blonde says to you.

"No. Nothing." You say looking at your nails.

"What's your name?" The blonde says to you. You look back up at him.

"Y/N and you are?" You say the blonde just smiling at you.

"Hyunjin." He says going up and ordering a mixed drink for you.

"So what are you doing in a club by yourself?" Hyunjin asks you.

"Felt like getting drunk off my ass." You say sighing. Hyunjin chuckles at you.

"Yeah?" Hyunjin says.

"What about you?" You ask him.

"I'm not alone I dragged my boyfriend out with me tonight." Hyunjin says.

Suddenly there's another guy at the table. He's just as gorgeous as Hyunjin.

"Chan. Look at the new friend I made." Hyunjin says to who you presume is his boyfriend. It was only natural that these two gorgeous guys were dating.

The bartender places a drink on the counter. You're assuming it's yours when Hyunjin grabs it.

He places it down in front of you.

You must've looked really alone for a gorgeous guy with a gorgeous boyfriend to come up to you and offer you a drink out of pity.

"You're very attractive you know. Don't you think they are Channie?" Hyunjin says looking at his boyfriend who is now sitting beside him.

"Yeah." Chan says hoping that doesn't freak you out. You don't make a disgusted face or get up and try to leave.

"Don't you think our other boyfriends would agree." Hyunjin says laughing like that's a normal thing to say.

"Other boyfriends?" You say confused on how many people these guys are dating.

Chan nods. "We have 6 other boyfriends." He says finally speaking.

"Oh." You say.

Both boys look at each other thinking they just screwed everything up by laying all their cards on the table.

"Well I bet they're just as gorgeous as you two." You say quietly. Yet not quietly enough because Hyunjin heard you.

Hyunjin chuckles. "Why thank you for the compliment. But they really are a sight to see." Hyunjin says. Chan wraps his hand around Hyunjins waist.

"You know you're pretty attractive too." Hyunjin says he places a hand on your thigh.

You look over at his boyfriend and look down at his hand on your thigh. "Uh thank you." You say looking down.

"You know I came over here to see who my boyfriend was eyeing and I'm not disappointed a bit." Hyunjin says.

Your eyes go wide. "Eyeing me?" You say repeating what the boy says.

"Tell her Chan." Hyunjin says looking at his boyfriend whose grip on Hyunjin waist gets harder.

Chan sighs knowing if he doesn't speak up his boyfriend will probably make things 10x worse.

"Yeah. You're exactly my type." Chan says eyes going everywhere but meeting yours.

"What he's asking is if you'll sleep with us?" Hyunjin says. Chan puts a hand on his face out of embarrassment from Hyunjins straight forwardness.

"Your boyfriends are okay with this?" You say looking at the pair. Hyunjin smiles innocently like his hand isn't sitting dangerously close to your crotch. Chan slowly nods.

"You both are okay with sleeping with me?" You ask in case you were daydreaming these beautiful guys in front of you.

"Yep." Hyunjin says as his hand that's still sitting on your thigh rubs it.

"Yes." Chan says who seems like the more nervous of the two.

"So what do you say?" Hyunjin says. His eyes watching as you take a giant gulp of your mixed drink.

You place it back down. Fuck it you think. When was the last time you had sex and especially with two gorgeous guys.

You nod. "Yeah." You say.

"Great!" Hyunjin says. Chan scoots out the booth.

Hyunjin grabs your hand scooting out the booth with you.

"We'd invite you to our place but I'm not sure you'd like to meet our boyfriends." Hyunjin says shrugging.

"Yeah. I'm not sure they'd like to meet one of your hookups." You say quietly.

"Actually no one's home." Chan says checking his phone.

"Felix said he took I.N. to get food and watch a movie." Chan says.

"So you can come to our place if you'd like. No one will be there for about 3 hours." Hyunjin says still holding your hand leading you to Chans and his car.

You don't know what's going through your head maybe it's the alcohol now getting to you. "Yeah we can go to your place." You say nonchalantly.

Chan opens the back door for you. You were expecting that anyways but you weren't expecting Hyunjin to slide into the back with you.

"It's okay if I sit back here with you sweetheart right?" Hyunjin says smiling softly at you. He was probably borderline drunk.

"Yeah it's okay." You say and he scoots close to you. Chan shuts the door and goes into the front seat. Staring the car and pulling out of the parking lot.

Hyunjins hand meets your thigh. "God Chan you picked a pretty one." He says hand rubbing your thigh.

Chan glances into the rearview mirror as he hits a red light. "Can I touch you?" Hyunjin says innocently contrasting what he just asked you.

"Please." You say body feeling like it was on fire. Hyunjin smirks and his hand goes to your dress pushing it up so it's not in his way and he pulls your panties down to your leg.

Hyunjin chuckles at seeing the wet spot on your panties. "Look at this Chan. She's soaked!" Hyunjin says rather excitedly.

Chans eyes make it to your panties Hyunjin is holding up like some kind of award. To Hyunjin it was an award it showed how little time it took for both boys to get you soaked.

"Look at her all desperate. Might just have to fuck you before we get to the house." Hyunjin says watching you.

"Watch it Hyunjin." Comes from Chan surprising you.

Hyunjin smirks. "What are you going to do about it?" He says teasing his other boyfriend.

"Hyunjin." Chan says sternly. Glancing into the mirror at his boyfriend.

"Yes Channie?" Hyunjin says teasing his boyfriend even more.

"Look at her. Maybe I should make her cum on my fingers." Hyunjin says seeing if he could piss his boyfriend off even more.

He places a finger near your entrance and when Chan doesn't say anything he pushes it inside you. You arch your back into the seat. You can't help but moan Hyunjins name.

"You hear that Channie? She's moaning my name while my fingers are inside of her pussy." Hyunjin says as he fucks you open. He slowly adds another finger pushing it inside you.

Your eyes roll back as Hyunjins fingers drill into you. His long fingers meet your g spot abusing it. You can't help but chant Hyunjins name over and over.

"God it feels so good." You say as your hand wraps around Hyunjins arm.

"Oh sweetheart I'm not God. But you can worship me all you want." Hyunjin says and him abusing your g spot and talking dirty to you causes you to orgasm.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you arch even more into the seat if that was even possible. Hyunjins fingers continue to fuck you through your high.

You soon come down for your high and Hyunjin pulls his fingers out of you. You watch as your cum is on Hyunjins fingers and he looks at it in amazement.

He then surprises you by placing his fingers in-between his lips. He pulls his fingers out of his mouth your cum now being swallowed by him.

"Did you see that Channie? I think it's the fastest I've made someone cum." Hyunjin says smiling at his boyfriend.

You didn't realize that Chan had parked in front of a house. He gets out the car and opens the door for you.

He holds his hand out for you to take and you accept it as he helps you out the car. Your legs are wobbly as he helps you stand.

Chan doesn't say a word to his boyfriend not even glancing in his direction as Hyunjin makes his way out the car.

He locks the car and helps you walk to the house and unlocks it. He opens the door and you're met with darkness and silence.

Chan helps you to his room into the bed and turns the light on. He takes off your shoes and it's such a gentle sight to see having no man or woman help you out of your outfit before.

Chan takes off his shoes and places them with your shoes near his door. Chans eyes finally fall on Hyunjin.

You watch as Hyunjins Adams apple bobs as Chan walks towards him.

Chan grabs Hyunjin by his throat and slams him against the wall.

Hyunjin winces and whines at the hard contact. Chan glares at the boy in his grip. "Dumb Bitch." Chan mutters and Hyunjin whines again this time at Chans words.

"Can't do anything right. I warned you not once but twice and you can't seem to ever getting anything right." Chan says eyes still staring at his boyfriend.

"You just got to act stupid because she's here?" Chan says grip tightening on Hyunjins throat. Hyunjins eyes were filled with fear, lust, and excitement. The thing he felt more than anything he was incredibly turned on right now.

"That's fine I'll help you remember your place." Chan says hand releasing the boys throat. Hyunjin gasps for air as the pressure on his throat is released immediately.

Chan goes to his drawer and pulls out lube and a condom.

Chans eyes fall on yours. He goes up to you eyes filled with concern to make sure you were okay with everything happening right now.

"I don't want you to be uncomfortable with anything happening right now. Let me know if it gets too much and I'll take you home." Chan says hand on yours.

You nod at him and he smiles completely opposite of what just happened with Hyunjin.

His eyes look over to Hyunjin who's watching him closely.

"Going to edge you until you have tears down your face." Chan says to Hyunjin who eyes go wide.

"Please Cha-" He's cut off when Chan glares at him.

"Come here." Chan says to the blonde.

Hyunjin gets up knowing he'd rather not get into anymore trouble.

He walks over to the bed and Chan grabs him pushing him into the bed. "Remember to use the traffic light system." Chan says reminding him.

Chan takes off the belt he had on and watches as Hyunjin eyes go wide. "Please no want to tou-" Hyunjins pleads are cut off when Chan slaps across the face.

Hyunjins eyes go wide and he stays like that shock evident on his face. "Color?" Chan says hand going to Hyunjins face to make him look at him.

When the shock finally leaves Hyunjins face he looks at Chan his adams apple bobbing. "Green." Leaves Hyunjins mouth.

"Good boy." Chan says and lifts Hyunjins shirt over his head. Hyunjin holds out his hands for Chan to wrap the belt around his hands tying it seamlessly.

Hyunjin stands so Chan can pull off his pants. You can see Hyunjins bulge in his boxers and you wish you could taste him.

Chan looks at you practically drooling over Hyunjins dick. "Look at our audience Jinnie." Hyunjins eyes meet yours pleading with you to help him.

"She's going to watch me fuck you absolutely dumb." Chan says grabbing Hyunjins face. With his other hand Chan pulls Hyunjins boxers off of him.

Hyunjins dick was a sight to see just as gorgeous as the man. "Beautiful." You say without realizing. Hyunjin whines at your words and Chan chuckles.

"Look at that you praised him and he's practically dripping with pre cum." Chan says making fun of the boy. Hyunjins face turns bright red and he looks away not meeting your eyes.

Chans hand that was grabbing Hyunjins face forces him to look Chan in the eyes.

"Going to fuck you open with my fingers." Chan tells the him. Hyunjin whines again at the response.

Chans eyes look at yours. "But first I think our guest wants to have a taste of your pretty lips she hadn't stopped staring at them this whole time." Chan says and he puts his finger out in a come here motion and you obey.

"You can taste his lips Princess." Chan coos lightly. His hand leaves Hyunjins face.

Hyunjins eyes are desperate willing to get anything he's given. You kiss him lightly and Hyunjin whines.

"Aww you can do better Princess." Chan says cooing at you again.

You grab Hyunjin by his face and this time force your lips even deeper onto his. The kiss turning out into a makeout session which Hyunjin happily accepts. Yet Hyunjin lets out a moan mid make out session.

Your lips leave Hyunjins and look down to see Chans finger inside Hyunjin fucking him open. You can't help but watch as Hyunjin lets out the prettiest moans you've ever heard.

Chan chuckles as you look at Hyunjin in awe.

"Like watching me fuck him open?" Chan says questioning you finally breaking you from your trance.

You nod. "He's so pretty isn't he?" Chan says and pushes another finger inside him. Hyunjin whines even louder and he tries to break free of the belt and fails.

He moans out louder as Chan finally hits his g spot. Chan chuckles as you look on in amazement at how perfectly Hyunjins back arches off the bed. Chan continues to abuse that spot.

"G-going to cum." Hyunjin says moaning.

Chan pulls his fingers out of Hyunjin and Hyunjin whines. "Channie w-why?" Hyunjin says tears threatening to spill down his face.

"Told you I was going to edge you." Chan says and the tears that were threatening to spill down Hyunjins face finally does.

Chan frowns. "I thought you would've lasted longer. That's a shame." Chan says as he wipes his fingers on the bed.

His hand goes to Hyunjins face caressing it. "Going to watch me fuck her then maybe I'll fuck you afterwards." Chan says thumb running over Hyunjins tears wiping them.

"No p-please fuck me now. Promise I'll be a good boy." Hyunjin says sobbing.

"Of course you will. But you already fucked up so you have to pay for it." Chan says hand leaving Hyunjins face. Chan shoves Hyunjins boxers into his mouth. Hyunjin cries are muttered with his boxers stuffed in his mouth.

Chans hand goes to your hips and pulls your dress over your head. Your panties were thrown in his car somewhere and Chan didn't really care about them right now anyways. He takes off your bra throwing it to the ground.

You could already see Chans bulge in his pants and he takes his shirt off followed by his pants and boxers. Your eyes go wide at seeing how big Chan was. Chan laughs at your wide eyes.

"It'll fit princess I promise." Chan says as he sits on the bed. He rolls a condom onto himself. Your hands find Chans shoulder as your legs go over his lap. You slowly sink onto him. You moan and he does too.

"G-going to fuck yourself on me princess?" Chan says hand going to your waist keeping you steady as you bottom out on him. You don't have the energy to reply.

You bounce slowly on him. He groans as you bottom out on him again and go back up.

"Feel so good Princess." Chan says praising you. He watches as you start speeding up towards both yours and his high. You can't help but moan out his name.

Your eyes meet Hyunjin who has finally stopped crying and he's practically thrusting into the air as he tries to get some kind of friction. Yet he can't and his eyes meet yours tears welling up in his eyes watching as you moan but Chan brings one of his hands to your face to look at him.

"Don't worry about him right now princess." Chan says in-between moaning thumb going over your lip.

"You g-going to cum soon Princess?" Chan says feeling you tighten around him.

"Yes. P-please Chan." You whine and Chans surprised he didn't cum right then and there.

"G-go ahead Princess." Chan says and with his permission you cum. Your eyes roll back into your head as your high washes over you once again. This time harder than the other. Chan fucked you through your high as you came down.

When you finally returned your head rests on Chans chest. He finally stops fucking you watching as you cuddle into his chest.

Chan was close to his high but he knew he'd rather cum in Hyunjin.

Your breathing calms down and Chan lifts you off of him and you whine at feeling empty. "I'm sorry Princess but I got to help Jinnie." He places you softly on the bed as he moves from under you.

He fixes you so you can watch the pair. "Going to be a good boy?" Chan says moving towards Hyunjin. Chan pulls Hyunjins boxers out his mouth and rolls the condom off his dick throwing it in the trashcan at the side of the bed.

"Yes please. I promise." Hyunjin says.

"Good boy." Chan says as he places his dick at Hyunjins ass. He slowly pushes in and Hyunjin lets out the most sluttiest moan you've ever heard.

"Channie." Hyunjin babbles mindlessly.

Chan moans as he fucks Hyunjins ass. "S-should've fingered you open more." Chan says groaning. He was close but so was Hyunjin.

"G-going to let me cum in your ass J-jinnie." Chan says fucking Hyunjin deep and fast.

Hyunjin is practically drooling and he doesn't have the mind to answer.

"F-fucked you dumb already." Chan says muttering.

"Channie!" Comes out of Hyunjins mouth. Chan knew he was cumming at that point and Chan was right behind him.

Chan fucked Hyunjin through his high as he spilled everywhere on the bed. Chan spilled into Hyunjins ass. As Chan came down from his own high Hyunjin was breathing heavily around collapsed on his chest. Chans breathing was just as heavily though.

Chans eyes meet yours that are about to close. "Jinnie got to clean myself and you guys up." Chan says as he rubs the males back. Hyunjin nods lazily still out of it.

Chan gently lifts Hyunjins off of him and winces as he does. Hyunjin whines softly yet lets him. Chan places him next to you as he gets up. Chan walks to the bathroom and you hear the water start to run. The room starts filling with the smell of Honeysuckle.

What felt like an hour but was probably 10 minutes Chan comes back into the room in sweatpants and a no shirt on.

He picks up Hyunjin and takes him to the bathroom. Within a minute Chan comes back into the room and picks you up. You look at the bathtub which definitely could fit a lot of people. Chan places you down in there with Hyunjin.

Your eyes go wide as you realize you just slept with 2 guys who had boyfriends. Chan and Hyunjins eyes meet your wide eyes.

"What's wrong Princess?" Chan asks you softly.

You could cry right now as the 2 pairs of eyes looking at you are soft and filled with concerned.

"What are your boyfriends going to think?" You say softly tears ready to fall.

It breaks Hyunjins and Chans heart that the stranger they met not even 2 hours ago is concerned about their boyfriends opinions.

"Oh sweetheart we just got together and they set rules that we could fuck other people." Hyunjin says calming some of your anxieties.

"It's not a problem as long as you enjoyed it because I know I did." Chan says hand holding yours.

"I enjoyed it too." Hyunjin says softly.

"I enjoyed it." You say softly finally relaxing.

"Good." Chan says.

"Is it okay if I wash you. I'm sure you're sore right now." Chan says grabbing one of the loofahs near the tub.

You nod and Chan smiles. He pours the soap into it and lathers it up and scrubs you softly with it. You whine as he gets to your sensitive parts. Even though he didn't cum inside you he felt like he should still make sure you are okay. Hyunjins hands meet your head and pours shampoo into it and washes your hair.

He rinses you off and Hyunjin braids your hairs back. You could've cried right then and there.

Chan then moves over to Hyunjin and scrubs him and Hyunjin winces as Chan scrubs him.

He then helps you and Hyunjin out and wraps towels around you both. "I'm sorry I don't have many female clothes but I have sweatpants and a tshirt." Chan says rather embarrassed about not having the proper clothes for you.

"It's okay. Thank you Chan." You say softly. He nods.

He helps both you and Hyunjin into clothes. As you leave the bathroom you go grab your dress off the ground as Chan cleans up. You grab your phone and purse.

"Thank you for having me." You say and attempt to leave yet Hyunjin grabs your wrist.

"Hey you don't have to leave." Hyunjin says and you look at his soft eyes.

"We'd prefer if you stayed." Chan says finishing up the bed.

After a few seconds you nod your head slowly. Hyunjin and Chan smiles at you. Hyunjin pulls you into the bed.

He snuggles against you as Chan places the blanket over you both and he moves to get into the bed behind Hyunjin.

Your mind filled with the thoughts of the boys cuddled up to you. You then realize you'll probably be awakened to a house filled with 6 more boys but that was for the morning. Right now you are tucked into Hyunjin as he snored. You close your eyes letting yourself slip into dream land.

#skz smut #stray kids smut #poly skz #chan smut #hyunjin smut

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zerobaselove · 1 year

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zb1 as romance tropes / dynamics ♡

pairing: zb1 x reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none! lowercase intended, not proofread

notes: since i have already written one of these in full (childhood best friend!matthew) i might turn this into a full fledged series ? if you guys would be interested, that is! (yes the matthew one is pulled right from my oneshot </3 it's just too cute)

members under the cut!

jiwoong ;

best friend's older brother

"can you go ask my brother if he knows where the measuring cups are?" your best friend gyuvin asked, sifting through drawers to find the other items needed for your cake in the meantime. "i- i guess so." you managed to stutter out before heading up to the room at the end of the hallway, jiwoong's room.

you hated to admit it, especially knowing how many people swooned over your best friend's brother, but the longer time went on the more you felt yourself developing what you could only consider a crush on the boy; completely against your own will. it wouldn't have gotten this bad had you been able to avoid him, but when his younger brother is your best friend and you practically live at their house, he tends to be apart of your days more often than you know what to do with.

knocking lightly on the door you wait a moment, hearing some shuffling before the door opened. "what do you wa- oh." he paused, door ajar as he tried to hide the surprise on his face, "sorry y/n i thought you were gyuvin, what's up!" his tone and expression softened in tandem. you took a moment to respond, too busy staring at his messy hair and the way his collarbone peaked through his loose t-shirt.

"oh uh, we just needed to know where the measuring cups were." an awkward laugh left your mouth as you realized how silly the inquiry was, but thankfully you were met with a gentle smile as he shut the door behind him, "i'm not too sure, let's go look together."

zhang hao ;

cute exchange student

it had only been a few weeks since the new exchange student had moved in next door; the family having sent their daughter off to go study in china for a semester, getting an exchange student of their own in return. but the two of you were attached at the hip. you weren't really sure how it happened, one moment you were coming over to drop something off for your mom, the next you were being introduced to the boy, zhang hao, and suddenly you two spent every waking moment together.

you liked to think of yourself as a good influence; helping him better his english, showing him around your town, cooking him your favorite recipes that he may not have tried. all while you were getting the same experience in return from him, which was wonderful for you, but one thing you weren't expecting him to show you was what it felt like to fall for your new best friend.

"y/n?" he waved a hand in front of your face, pulling you from your thoughts of the boy himself, "are you okay? you look," he paused for a moment, trying to think of the word he wanted to use, "lost?" his tone raised, not sure of his choice, causing you to smile, "like, lost in thought?" you watched his smile light up, recognizing the phrase he was going for, "that's the one! you look lost in thought, are you okay?"

his sweet voice mixed with his endearing mannerisms was enough to have your head spinning, "i'm alright hao, just thinking about nonsense." his hand found it's way to rest over yours, "well you can always think out loud to me, i'll listen."

hanbin ;

campus crush

it shouldn't surprise you that the boy everyone on campus had a crush on was as cute and nice as he was, but you couldn't help but let your mouth run dry as he sat next to you and sparked up a conversation on the first day of your creative writing class. you hadn't managed to be in his presence until now, living vicariously through stories spread on campus; good deeds he had done for people, places he volunteered, even being the designated driver for his friends during parties. but god, you were starting to get what other people saw in him.

"you know," he smiled, his eyes lighting up so soon into your conversation, "i'm on the dance team, you should come watch us sometime!" you couldn't help but mirror his expression as you tried not to dwell on the way your heart sped up.

"i'd love to!" just when you thought he couldn't get cuter, his smile widened as his eyes shut slightly, before running a hand through his hair while he grabbed his phone. sliding his phone across the desk, open to his contacts page. "if you want you can put your number in and i can text you the details." you quickly nodded, inputting your number along with your name and the class code, just in case.

he giggled seeing the small detail, "d'you really think i wouldn't remember my new friend?" the comment left you a flushed mess, not knowing what to say. before you could say anything he continued, "don't worry, i think it's cute." god, you were screwed.

matthew ;

childhood best friend

"your turn to open your gift."

you hesitantly grabbed the box off of your bed, not having any clue what it could be. tearing through the messily strewn together paper and tape, you were met with a box, looking to matthew in curiosity only for him to urge you to continue. when you took the lid off, the sides of the box collapsed, revealing pictures of you from when you were kids up until graduation on layers of colorful paper and stickers. in the middle of it all was another, smaller box. lifting the lid off you revealed a cute charm of your favorite character attached to a keychain of a spotify code.

"it's a playlist i made for you," he couldn't contain the smile on his face at your excitement over the gift. "plus it's on a keychain so even when we are busy, you'll always have something to remind you of me with you." you couldn't help the tears pooling at your eyes, or the words threatening to spill. "god, i love you." you breathed out, your stomach doing flips at the confession.

"i love you too y/n." he smiled, a little taken aback by the confession as it wasn't something you two said lightly. you sighed, "no matthew, i love you. more than i should as your best friend." it took him a moment to realize what you were implying but once he connected the dots, it hit him like a truck, pulling you in for a hug as he picked you up off the floor.

you let out a giggle at the sudden action, not even thinking about what it could mean until he set you down and you noticed the way his cheeks had flushed a deep crimson red. "i'll say it again, i love you too y/n."

taerae ;

pretty boy with the pretty voice

your walks to work were typically uneventful, only choosing to do so over taking public transport for the exercise; until recently. like clockwork, every day, there had been a boy busking on the street you walked every afternoon, and his voice, well it was beautiful. you didn't even know the boy but somehow you felt his emotions through his voice.

you had started leaving for work earlier than usual, giving yourself a few extra minutes to sit and listen to the boy, who you had learnt was named taerae. with the extra time there, you two had begun to chat between songs, learning about each other and even getting to request songs sometimes. you'd always make sure to leave some tips in his guitar case before heading off to work, telling yourself you were just being supportive. but what you hadn't realized fully was just how smitten you had become with this taerae character.

"hey y/n!" he beamed, seeing you walk in his direction, just like every day, "hi taerae! how's it been going today?" you inquired, crouching next to him as your gaze wandered between the guitar and the boy. "same as usual, better now that you're here though!" you simply laughed, "i haven't even left you anything yet,"

"i know! i just like having you here." his voice trailed off for a moment before snapping back to reality, "any requests today?" you pondered for a moment, "play me your favorite song."

ricky ;

arranged relationship

"it'd be good for both companies darling," your father tried to be kind, knowing that this wasn't exactly how you were expecting your first relationship to go. "and he's very nice," your mother smiled at you, "and very handsome, i think you'll like him." you supposed it wouldn't do you any good to sulk over it, it wasn't just happening to you after all, so you cracked a small smile to ease your parents worries.

you didn't know much about ricky, if you were remembering his name correctly; just that he was the son of your parent's business friends, and was supposedly a candidate to be your boyfriend? the word seemed foreign to you, but you didn't have much time to dwell on it as a tall boy with blond hair walked into the lobby where you were waiting. "you must be y/n," he smiled, his voice soft; a strong contrast to his charismatic and intimidating looks.

"so you're ricky," you couldn't help but feel more relaxed already, "i've heard lots about you." he flushed a little at your words, his hand coming to the back of his neck, "good things i'd hope." you let out a small laugh, nodding your head, "nothing bad i promise."

the two of you talked for a while longer in the lobby, the awkward atmosphere slowly disappearing as the two of you realized just how much you had in common. maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

gyuvin ;

opposites attract

"hey y/n!" your best friend's booming voice could be heard from miles away, making the 20 feet between you seem like nothing. there he was, standing with a few of his friends, and you were a little overwhelmed to say the least.

the two of you couldn't be more different at times; his loud and outgoing personality was a stark contrast to your quiet and shy demeanor, but somehow you two got along better than anyone else. but you did still have a bit of a problem with his group of friends; they all seemed nice, that wasn't the problem, they were just all bubbly like gyuvin, and you didn't know how to handle that.

you gave a shy smile as you walked up to the group of boys, "hi gyuvin," you gave the other boys and small nod and wave, getting a bunch of greetings in return, "guys chill," gyuvin laughed, reaching his hand out to quiet his friends. "sorry about them, do you wanna get out of here?"

"what about you guys? don't you have plans?"

"yeah gyuvin hyung, don't we have plans?" the tall boy you were pretty sure was named gunwook, spoke up. "they'll be fine without me." gyuvin getting a few overly dramatic gasps from his friends, smacking them on the shoulder. your heart couldn't stop speeding up at the way he was willing to drop everything for you, but you tried to ignore it. "have fun with your little partner~" well, you couldn't ignore that.

gunwook ;

friendly rivals

"i didn't mean to overstep," the new boy, gunwook breathed out, "they just had asked for help and i didn't want to get off on the wrong foot by saying no." you smiled lightly at the boy, leaning your head against the mirrored dance practice wall, taking a sip of your water. "it's okay gunwook, it's my fault they don't see me as a better leader."

he turned to you, shaking his head feverishly, "no no no, listen. i know i haven't been here long but you seem to be an amazing leader," he patted you on the leg reassuringly, leaving you to smile at the boy. "thanks," your voice trailed off, your brain swirling with thoughts of critiques from your team.

it was time for your dance team to vote for a new leader as the new school year had turned over, and you were in danger of being overthrown by the new boy that everyone seemed to love, and you weren't handling it well; especially not when he's as cute and lovely as he is.

"i guess i'll just have to prove that i'm better for the role than you." a smug expression pasted on your face, you turned to the boy with a laugh, lightening the atmosphere. he returned with a wide gummy smile and a small giggle, "oh it's on y/n."

yujin ;

first crush / love

you suppose you were late to the game when it came to feelings, never having really experienced any until now; until you found yourself wanting to be the reason the boy in your class smiled. you and yujin weren't close, but you weren't strangers either. you had some mutual best friends, and had hung out all together a few times, but as soon as you weren't around your friends, it was like you didn't know each other. and you hated it.

"hi y/n," the voice pulled you from your thoughts, looking up from your desk to see yujin standing there, and for a moment you thought you were hallucinating. "oh, hey yujin," your voice trailed off a little, "what's up?" he leaned against your desk, gesturing to the board with written pairs for a project, and now you felt stupid for not paying attention. "oh shoot yeah, of course, uh, sit down." you pulled out the empty chair next to you, trying to make up for the embarrassment that you were living in.

the two of you looked over the criteria for your project, making plans for what you wanted to do, and before you knew it you were packing up. "so uh," yujin sheepishly smiled, handing you his phone, "so we can schedule to work on the project," he clarified.

you couldn't help but smile at his cute nature, "there you go," you handed it back to him, "text me what you wanna do, i have to go meet up with my friend." you smiled again as the bell rang, leaving the class almost proud of your ability to get one sentence out. this was gonna be a long project.

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Matchup Event

Matchup for: @schendsal

Matchups: Yukong, Bronya, Eula

Contains: fluff, smut, male reader, breeding (Yukong), creampie mentions (Yukong), mentions of lactation (Yukong), breast play (Yukong and Bronya), marking (Bronya), semi-public sex (Eula), implied masturbation (Eula), blowjob (Eula)

A/N: Sorry for taking so long! Honestly, it was Yukong's part that took the longest because there was a bunch of stuff I had to confirm with the lore and then I ended up changing most of it by the time I was almost finished. Hope you like it, though!

Ask:

Congratulations on reaching 1,000 followers, I hope you continue to grow more and more!

Personality-wise I tend to be an ambivert.

Around close friends I'm the one in the group who's always cracking jokes or saying the most mind-numbingly stupid things. I do this to make them laugh and keep their spirits high, since I know that life can be pretty stressful for everyone. If that stress gets to be too much, then I'm happy to hear out their troubles and lend them a shoulder for support. I might not be able to solve their problems, but I want to be a source of strength for them at the least.

Outside my friend group I become a lot more closed off. Instead of goofing off, I'm told I become diligent and considerate of others. I like to make sure school assignments are completed ahead of time so my group can review it and help other groups if they become stuck. Though I usually end up as the group lead, I don't like to lead by force. Instead I prefer to let my team play to their strengths, and I'll make up the weaknesses as we go along. A happy team is a good team after all!

This doesn't mean I'm not without my flaws. I can be really immature at times, and I get depressed if I feel like I'm holding others back or can't perform at the high standard I set for myself. When this happens I usually close myself off from others and listen to music until I feel better. I can get competitive when it comes to things I'm passionate about, but not to the point of lashing out at others.

In terms of hobbies I have a few outside of games. I like reading, cooking for others, listening to music, and cheesy romance novels. I sketch a bit too, but I'm not very good at it, haha. I'm the type to take a lot of interest in my partners hobbies, and I'd probably bug them a bunch about it.

For the ask, I'd like a mix of SFW and NSFW with whomever I'm paired with. Sadly the only fandoms I'm familiar with are Honkai: Star Rail and Genshin Impact. Grinding for those two eats up most of my spare time, so I haven't gotten to try the others. The scenario could be a festival date or comforting one another after a long day of work. But if inspiration strikes you, feel free to write what you please!

I'm a heterosexual dominant, so I suppose I wouldn't want to be paired up with any of the men. (Fine as they may be). Intimacy for me is more about the connection than being extreme with it, and I take pride in providing my partner with pleasure. For my own tastes, I am into breeding, sleepy sex, semi-public sex, oral (giving & receiving), and breast play.

Yukong

╰┈➤ SFW ;

: ̗̀➛ No one would've guessed that you two were in a relationship, especially with how you two act in the workplace. In fact, everyone thought Yukong disliked you due to the high standard she always held you to when that was only because she knew she could count on you.

: ̗̀➛ That said, your relationship wasn't a secret. Yukong wasn't exactly the type to be all clingy and affectionate in public, much less while on the job, so everyone dismissed it as a joke whenever you called her your wife. They just thought you were one of those guys who liked getting treated harshly. Safe to say they were floored when they saw Yukong giving you a kiss on the cheek before heading into the building.

: ̗̀➛ She may have been an ace pilot who could calmly conquer the battlefield in any situation, but she couldn't help but feel nervous introducing you to Qingni. Yukong was extremely relieved that the two of you got along. Though, much to her detriment, you bonded over pulling silly pranks on her when she least expected them.

: ̗̀➛ Domestic life with Yukong couldn't be any better. She's responsible for her share of chores and helps you out whenever she can. Both her and Qingni are also a joy to cook for because you can easily see the way their eyes light up once they take the first bite.

: ̗̀➛ Once a month, without fail, the three of you clear your schedule to have a picnic trip together. Most of the time, you're the one who cooks all of the food while Yukong is the one who sets everything up. Once you're done eating, the three of you often opt to fly kites or catch up with each other. Both activities give Yukong a lot of comfort.

: ̗̀➛ Your relationship with her feels like home. In a future full of uncertainties and doubt, you find respite within each other. You might have disagreements every now and then, but they only make your bond and trust in the other person even stronger.

"Dear, could you pass me the salt, please?"

"Mm. Here you go."

"..."

"..." It's been a little bit longer than an hour since you first got home. You and Yukong didn't fight or anything, but the awkwardness is killing you. It's obvious that both of you have had a tiring day, even more so than usual.

The dining room is filled with soft, yet sharp sounds of tableware, and you're the first to actually try to break this uncomfortable silence. "You know you can talk to me about anything, Yukong." She nods and sighs. "I know, it's just... I've never been good with words."

Annnnnd it's back to that same soundlessness again. Not another word from either of you until you're in bed together. "I apologize for always treating you so harshly at work." She suddenly speaks up, turning to face you.

"It's nothing personal. Besides, I wouldn't want to get special treatment just because I'm your partner. What brought this on?"

She shakes her head. "Nothing in particular. I've just been really stressed with work lately, and I don't wish to cause any for you."

"Not at all. I know you only do that because you trust me." You smile, brushing a stray strand of hair from her forehead.

"Because you're one of the few I can depend on. You're always doing your best, and I'm proud of you for it."

"Yeah. Thank you, Yukong."

"I just want you to know that you can depend on me too. You don't have to shoulder everything on your own."

"..."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

╰┈➤ NSFW ;

: ̗̀➛ Breeding. Breeding. Breeding. It's quite literally all that's on her mind whenever the two of you make love. You could say that it's because of her genes or heat cycles, but Yukong can't deny that she's always wanted to have little pups to care for.

: ̗̀➛ She doesn't even care if she cums as long as you promise to stuff her full by the end of it. Of course, you'd never be so cruel, but it just goes to show how she'll gladly do anything to get you to breed her thoroughly.

: ̗̀➛ To Yukong, it doesn't matter whether she's on top or bottom. While she'd be grateful if you did most of the work, she's also perfectly willing to put in effort to get what she wants. Whether it be in her career or in bed, it's a whole different feeling of satisfaction to get what you've worked so hard for.

: ̗̀➛ Yukong isn't very vocal in bed, but that doesn't mean she isn't feeling good. It's quite the opposite, actually. You know you've got her good when she's biting her lip, nails digging into whatever part of you she can reach as her cunt clamps down hard on you.

: ̗̀➛ Despite never actually have given birth before, Yukong has the ability to lactate. You don't even have to play with her breasts to get her to— she'll lactate a good bit just from having an orgasm. Playing with her nipples certainly helps, though.

: ̗̀➛ Call her vanilla, but Yukong dislikes using toys in bed. She thinks they're a waste of time and prefers to get straight into the action. She won't mind using them on you if you want her to, but when it comes to herself, she'd much rather you pound her silly instead of wasting your energy on vibrators and the like.

You're in the kitchen, on your way to start making breakfast. You woke up early, and what better use of your time to make Yukong a nice meal? Currently, she's in your shared room, getting some much needed rest.

Or so you thought until you saw her standing by the doorframe wearing nothing but one of your dress shirts. "Good morning, Yukong. What do you think of pancakes for breakfast?" You smile at her, on your way to grab your apron.

You're quickly stopped in your tracks when Yukong suddenly stumbles, almost falling to the ground. "Yukong! Are you alright?" She shakes her head. "My love... I need your help."

You're worried and confused for a moment before you look down to see her thighs sticky with her fluids.

Oh.

You gulp. "I understand. Don't worry, I'll take care of you." Your hands make their way to the buttons of her shirt, and you're able to feel just how hot her body is beneath it. Even more so than during her usual heat cycles.

You leave kisses along her neck, collarbones, and her now exposed chest, but it seems Yukong doesn't want that. Her mind is hazy, and her lust for you only worsens by the second.

She takes your hand, guiding it to her dripping cunt,and you can feel just how much she needs you. Yukong looks at you with dazed eyes, "There's no need for you to be such a gentleman. I'm... really not in the mood for teasing right now."

Bronya

╰┈➤ SFW ;

: ̗̀➛ Bronya loved being the Supreme Guardian. Truly, she did—but loving something doesn't mean she's always happy to do it. She was glad to help her people and take on their burdens, but the dark circles under her eyes spoke for themselves as did her obvious fatigue.

: ̗̀➛ Every day felt like an endless cycle of document after document until you came into her life. Everybody else felt it wasn't their place to try to assist Bronya with her duties, and you were the only one who made an effort to help.

: ̗̀➛ Seeing the cup of coffee on her desk with a small note always gives Bronya the strength she needs to push through the day because she immediately knows who it's from. The coffee is made just how she likes it, at just the right temperature. It's a secret that she won't tell even you, but she keeps all of those post-its you leave in a drawer and looks through them whenever she misses you.

: ̗̀➛ Even with a busy lifestyle, she tries to make as much time for you as she can and comes home into your arms as early as possible. Sure, fancy dates might not always be feasible, but can it really get better than cuddling with each other as you fall asleep?

: ̗̀➛ She doesn't want to reveal your relationship to the public until you're married, but everyone can clearly see that the two of you have something going on. The way she smiles when she's with you is completely different.

: ̗̀➛ Overall, they're just glad that their Supreme Guardian isn't overworking herself as much. Everyone tells her to rest, but you're the only one that she isn't as stubborn with.

Cocolia Rand, her mother. Cocolia Rand, the Supreme Guardian.

Since when did the line start to blur? Perhaps such a "line" did not exist in the first place. Perhaps she deliberately chose to ignore the undeniable signs of impending catastrophe. And yet, what did that lead to?

It's already been a year, but her nightmares repeat like clockwork all the same. Just when she thinks she's come to accept what happened, memories much too vivid come back to haunt her.

Bronya jolts awake in a cold sweat. She tries to draw breath, but air fails to enter her lungs. It feels as if they've closed themselves; as if this were punishment for her ignorance.

"Bronya... Bronya!" You call out to her. Seeing you has eased the aching in her heart ever so slightly, and finally, she can breathe.

Bronya hadn't shed a single tear since that day; she vowed to herself and to her mother that she wouldn't. Yet, without realizing it, a stream of them makes their way down her cheeks.

"I-I'm sorry, I don't know what's gotten into me so suddenly..." Bronya sniffles, wiping her tears. You pull her into a tight hug, and she gladly takes the opportunity to hide her face in your neck. She doesn't want you to see her like this.

"It's okay. It'll all be alright. I'm here for you."

Just like that, something inside of Bronya shatters. All of the anger and sadness she's felt for so long, all at once. She bursts into tears and sobs into your shirt. "You've been so brave, haven't you?"

Almost an hour passes as you comfort her, and she finally starts to calm down. She pulls away, looking up at you with puffy, tear-stained eyes. "There's nothing left. I've lost everything." You muster up the warmest smile you can manage and bring a hand up to caress her cheek. "You're wrong, Bronya. There is still something left." "A chance to take everything back."

╰┈➤ NSFW ;

: ̗̀➛ Bronya is the most submissive person to walk this universe EVER. The human embodiment of the phrase "you tell me to jump, I ask how high." She'll do whatever you want as soon as you say the word because making you feel good makes her feel good.

: ̗̀➛ Considering the type of person you are, sex with Bronya is almost like a competition of pleasuring the other person more. She's very good at turning you on, but she's way too tired to do much most of the time. Bronya still tries, of course, but you always end up winning this little "competition" of yours.

: ̗̀➛ She's such a big baby in a way that just makes you want to spoil her rotten. Holding hands, hugging, kissing, you name it— she'll cling onto you every chance she gets. The sweet thing just has to touch you, and you could never bring yourself to deny her.

: ̗̀➛ Her moans are so pretty, too! They're drawn-out and breathy, growing louder as she nears her orgasm. She tries not to be too loud, but it just feels too good sometimes. One side of you wants to make her scream your name loud enough for everyone else to hear, while the other wants to keep her cute sounds all to yourself.

: ̗̀➛ Scratches a lot, but the marks aren't too deep thanks to her nails always being perfectly filed. She doesn't leave hickeys (much) as she's more of the type to leave soft, quick kisses wherever she can reach. Bronya can't help feeling guilty seeing the red lines she made on your back, though. There are many other ways she can mark you as hers, after all. She doesn't want to hurt you.

"My love..." Bronya sighs dreamily, feeling your hands trail up her body. Your warmth provided her comfort to get through the night, and truly, that was the only thing she sought from you before all of this began.

A kiss. That was all it took for lust to plant itself in your hearts.

She tilted her head, and you gladly took the chance to leave soft kisses along her neck. Your fingers traced her body; down to her her hips, back up to her breasts, and finally, they found themselves playing with her nipples.

"Mmh..." Bronya groaned, leaning into your touch. You hum in response, rolling the buds on your fingers. "Beautiful girl." A soft, yet sudden pinch makes her gasp and arch her back. "Love you so much..."

Your warmth was no longer enough. Bronya wanted more; wanted you. You made her feel like the greediest woman in Belobog, and for some reason, she loved it. "Please, I want you."

Halting your movements, you gently flip her over so that you're on top of her. You take the hand covering her mouth and kiss the inside of her wrist. "Then, you will have me. I'm all yours."

Is lust just another fragment of love or an impurity that taints it? Is Bronya your adored muse, or your most beloved sin?

Eula

╰┈➤ SFW ;

: ̗̀➛ Honestly, the two of you didn't quite get along at first. She wasn't outright uncooperative when the two of you went on missions, but you could feel how strangely distant she was being for seemingly no reason. You only broke the ice once you invited her to a drink to celebrate finishing a particularly difficult mission together.

: ̗̀➛ She's never had someone willingly accompany her, much less invite her to a bar, so she ended up talking your ear off as she vented her frustrations about the discrimination she faced just for her last name. While her family has done some messed up stuff, that isn't necessarily her fault. She's just a normal girl.

: ̗̀➛ No one could've expected it, but the first thing you discovered you had in common with the infamous Spindrift Knight was your love for cheesy romance novels. How you found out? You were both drunk. You started reciting the cringiest dialogue you could remember from them, and Eula continued the lines after you.

: ̗̀➛ Even though you first got to really know her while drinking with her, Eula only really shows her true self once she's alone with you. She's the gentlest, kindest, most compassionate woman you've ever met. You wonder if the rest of Mondstadt were blind to not see Eula beyond her being a Lawrence, but really, she's only this vulnerable when she's with you.

: ̗̀➛ Marriage in particular is one of her biggest fantasies. There's just something really romantic to her about being so... deeply connected to each other. Eula always thought it'd be impossible for someone like her, yet, here you are. You accept her and all her flaws with open arms. She's so used to blazing flames to the point that your gentle warmth feels so alien. It's not a feeling she's used to, but that doesn't mean that she won't cherish it.

: ̗̀➛ Speaking of marriage, Eula would prefer to take your last name. She's not running away from her family's actions; much less is she trying to clear their name. Eula knows that what they've done is unforgivable. A name is what makes up a good part of your identity. It's what people will remember you as and it's who you are to them. Bearing your last name makes her feel like she's taking a part of you with her wherever she goes no matter how much time passes, and that gives her indescribable comfort.

Eula never liked the Windblume festival. No, Eula hated the Windblume festival.

Why wouldn't she? Everything was so noisy. Even during the day, taverns were filled with drunks merrily getting wasted. There were fewer commissioners, which left more work for her to do.

It didn't help that the Windblume Festival also symbolized the downfall of the Lawrence clan.

Festivity filled Mondstadt's winds, and any form of participation from her earned nothing but more scorn from the townspeople she works so hard to protect.

Although Eula had you this time around, she didn't want to keep you from enjoying the festival just because she couldn't participate.

Alas, she forgot to consider one thing: It's you who knows her best. You know that she wants to celebrate just like everybody else. So if she can't go to the festival, why not bring the festival to her instead?

Maybe you can't exactly replicate the festive atmosphere and the little games, but that wasn't going to stop you. The essence of the Windblume Festival doesn't lie in high-quality wine and fancy ceremonies, but in showing your loved ones that you care.

Eula had her suspicions when you suddenly took her on a date saying you "knew a spot," but she didn't expect to see a secluded place in the forest filled to the brim with dandelions.

"So? What do you think?" You smile at her, pride filling you once you see how awestruck she is. It's not often she's so surprised. "It's... beautiful." Eula replies. The softness of her voice as she says this is one she shows only to you.

After a moment passes, you take a deep breath. "You're everything to me," you pick a dandelion, presenting it to her with a confident smile on your face. "more precious than the very air I breathe..."

It's her favorite line from her favorite novel. To other people, it might not make sense, but she remembers it vividly and she's glad that you do, too. She can't help but chuckle as she takes the flower from your hand.

"Or the chocolates I love." She continues. Honestly, it sounds more cheesy rather than romantic in real life, but she can't stop herself from smiling like an idiot. After all, she always viewed those books as nothing more than a mere fantasy.

"You'll always be my treasure."

╰┈➤ NSFW ;

: ̗̀➛ Great would be an understatement to describe your sex life with Eula. She's flexible, has seemingly endless stamina, and her hips work wonders. Not to mention she has the most attractive body you've seen and an even more attractive face to go along with it.

: ̗̀➛ Eula is neither dominant nor submissive. She does things her own way, based on whatever she feels like doing at a given moment. If Eula wants to ride you, she'll ride you. If she wants to give you head, she'll give you head and vice versa. Eula is just focused on making the both of you feel good.

: ̗̀➛ She's fine with mostly anything as long as she can see your face during sex. If not that, then at least to feel your hands somewhere on her. Eula might not look like the type, but she's inexperienced with all of this and she just needs to see that you're the one making her feel so good.

: ̗̀➛ Eula denies it, but she loves the risk of semi-public sex. It gets her heartbeat rising and adrenaline pumping. Everything about it from having to keep quiet to the chance of being caught in such an explicit act turns her on.

: ̗̀➛ She's surprisingly shy in bed though, especially during your first time. She becomes all cute and focused, trying her best not to mess anything up. Eula becomes more daring and bold as time passes, but hearing reassurance and praise from you is always appreciated.

: ̗̀➛ Riding you is her favorite thing to do. The position you're in gives both of you just the right amount of control. She doesn't have to move much for it to feel good either, just feeling your cock grind against her walls has her biting her moans back.

"I understand that I'm attractive, but do you always have to be so... easily roused?" Eula looks up at you, a shade of pink spotting her cheeks and eyes full of annoyance.

Okay, maybe this was partly her fault since she's been putting herself in provocative positions in front of you, but she only expected a bit of fun once you got home.

She certainly wasn't expecting to suck you off in a random alleyway where you could easily be caught.

"Eula, you really don't have to..." You sigh. Admittedly, this whole situation was really turning you on, but you didn't want to force her into doing anything she didn't want to do nonetheless.

"You really think I'd let you walk home with such an obvious boner?" She glares. She did have a point— ignoring it would just bring both of you embarrassment. "Just... make sure to finish quickly. This place reeks..."

Nimble hands work to quickly undo your pants and free your aching cock. Eula would much rather take her time in the comforts of your home, but the situation just doesn't allow for that.

Not even a second later, you can feel her lips wrapped around the tip, working its way down your length eagerly. Every inch that isn't in her mouth is being carefully handled by her hands.

It takes all of your strength to keep quiet as she moves her tongue exactly how you like it. "Fuck... Eula..." You groan. When you start softly tugging at her hair and bucking your hips, she knows you're near your orgasm.

What really brought you over the edge was the sight of Eula grinding on her own hand as she sucked you off. Warm cum fills her mouth, and she swallows all of it. "Geez, you're gonna make a mess..." She complains.

Seeing the wet patch on her shorts, you know that you'll have to finish what you started.

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No matter how hard he tries not to look jealous, he's bad at it. ARISU would look very sad from a far as he watches you get in touch with an old male friend of yours whom he's heard from you that left the country a few years ago and returned a few days ago, but before leaving, that same old male friend confessed his feelings.

"I'm back, Arisu!"

So now what becomes of him? Is he going to get disposed now that he's back? Is the feelings that were once dead coming back to life? Did they even linger while you were dating him?

"Arisu? Arisuuuu!"

Maybe he's just a rebound? A test of water to see if you could love again after his departure. Maybe, just maybe, it would be best to break things off now with you.

"Arisu!"

"Huh?" The raven haired male hums, snapping out of his reverie as he grounds himself back to reality, to you.

"You know I'm yours, right?" He hears you say, cupping his cheeks and squishing them together. "I may look happy seeing him but there's no one else I'll go home to but you!"

And there it is. The words of assurance he needed to hear that he still has you.

For as long as he lives, he'll never admit his jealousy. CHISHIYA would rather much die than show weakness. But sometimes, his own premise to himself falters when it involves you.

"Did you like that person's company at the bar?" He asks, hands tucked inside the pockets of his jacket, sitting atop of the high chair. "It seems that they are more than ready to keep the drinks going."

"The person at the bar?" You repeat. "I don't like their company neither the attention they give me." You say, taking steps closer to him.

"That's good to hear." He replies.

"Were you perhaps...jealous?"

"No I wasn't. I was just looking out for you."

"But that's practically the same."

"Just be thankful."

Even without the alcohol, NIRAGI always wanted to be by your side - morning til night.

"Niragi, I'm hot." He hears you complain, his arms draped around your figure.

"Of course you are." He responded, the scent of his cologne mixed with alcohol and gun powder wafting around him. "Look at how these idiots' look at you."

"But I don't care about them." You reply, pouting. "I want to go back inside the hotel and take a cold shower."

"Aw, but I kind of like the attention were getting here." He coos, placing a kiss on top of your head. "If were here, everyone knows were together." He adds.

"Should we take a dip in the pool instead? I'll get you more cold drinks." He compromises.

"Seems fair." You reply.

"Oi" Niragi suddenly calls out, voice deep as he stands on his feet, rifle always ready in hand. "Got something to say? I saw how you were staring at us."

"No thanks, I'm goo-"

"Fuck off, creep. Guys like deserve to get a bullet in the head."

Before things could even escalate, please control him. He only listens to you after all.

"Is your phone more important than me?"

As much as LAST BOSS doesn't want to admit too, the green feeling latched onto him ever since all this began.

Before even getting to how it is, he lays out all the movies the two of you promised to watch together along with the snacks and drinks of your liking; going as far as letting you borrow his hoodie.

But up to the second movie and you're still on your phone? What the hell is this?

"Who are you even texting?" He asks but it sounded more like a demand.

"Me?" You ask. "It's only my co worker. I'm actually-"

"How much do you two text in a day?"

"...A fair amount? But listen-"

"We don't even text each other like that. The casual good morning, good night and wanna come over texts is all we send each other."

"I know. But aren't we like that because we usually spend time each other than sending texts?"

"Why are you even asking me all this? What's gotten into you? Are you jealous?"

Not replying to the accusation, all he could do is look away to hide the tinge of pink splotching on his cheeks. When he couldn't control it, he'd bite his inner cheek.

"My co worker is a new hired. I told them to text me if they're encountering any problems that was beyond what we covered. But you have me!" You reply, straddling on his lap while wrapping your arms around his neck. "You have all of me."

He knows it's pointless to talk about a topic like this but what could he do when he's curious? KARUBE just wanted to know what your ex partners were like when you were dating them.

"Well..." You begin to say, racking up your brain to reminisce the old, deep hidden memories inside your mind. The ones you've managed to remember the last bits of memories you made with them.

"Some of them were romantic to begin, some of them not quite. Some were good in bed, but some aren't." You added, receiving a slow nod of head from Karube.

"Except this one person." You quickly took note, rambling how this ex partner of yours knew how to push your buttons when in bed.

And as you draw on and on, the jealousy begins to build up in him. His feelings and expression changed into a dark on.

"You can stop now. You lost me at the beginning already." He stops you short, finishing the rest of his beer.

"Are you...jealous? You know I'm yours, right?"

Karube makes a face, brushing off the jealousy he feels like it's nothing.

"Me? Jealous? Why would I be?" He asks. "Though you lost me in the beginning of your story, I can give you much more than them. There isn't anyone else in this world that can make you feel good except me."

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angstywaifu · 3 months

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The Lost Sister - Part 9

Synopsis: Xaden is known as an only child due to his sister who 'died' during the Rebellion. Little do they know she didn't die and has been so close this entire time.

Garrick Tavis x OC

A/N: From here on out you will see a few things pulled from the books. Especially moments where we have Garrick. Cause lets be honest we have some amazing moments from him where I can slot Ophelia into the scene. So there will be a mix of my stuff, and some dialogue from actual Fourth Wing with some tweaks to make it fit. We have some really good moments coming up, that I am so excited to show you guys to! As per usual requests are open for any one shot or scenarios you may want. And if you want to be on the tag list just let me know! The Lost Sister Masterlist | Masterlist

All of our current squad make it up the gauntlet. And now we wait our turn for presentation. And of course Garrick is over seeing the squads before they walk in. He’d been at the top of the gauntlet when I’d climbed up, but he had been dealing with an issue of how Violet had gotten up the end of the gauntlet. I was actually impressed with her idea to use the rope and dagger. I knew Xaden had given her some guidance, but I knew he hadn't told her to do that. But it worked.

This was the closest I’d been to Garrick in a while as we all stood in a single line waiting to go in. Despite me somehow tying for first in Gauntlet time, we aren’t the first group to go in. Slowed down by Violets time. But at least we all made it.

Ahead of us is a clearing lined by dragons, lined up in their own formation. All close enough to pass judgement on us, as well as dispose of us quickly as we walk by.

”Let’s go Second Squad, you’re up next.” Garrick says sternly, beckoning us forward with a wave that makes the rebellion relic on his bared forearm gleam in the sunlight. “Into formation.”

Garrick’s tone is all business, he’s in full leadership mode. It’s one of the first times I had seen it and it reminds me a lot of Xaden’s style of leadership. But Garrick is more mission first, niceties last. And currently his mission is to prepare us for presentation. It is also one of the first times I’ve seen him in full uniform, usually opting to forego his jacket around the grounds. Which I don’t blame him with how warm its been. But winter is starting to set in, and its definitely a fair bit colder up here. I notice the line of patches on his uniform, show casing his as the Flame Section leader, and an abundance of patches advertising his skill with multiple weapons. I wasn’t sure how many patches there were, but I wouldn’t be surprised if there was only a small amount left he didn’t have. I notice daggers isn’t one of them.

We all get into formation as hot air rushes towards us again. Another cadet claimed. Garrick’s hazel eyes skim over our squad before landing on mine. “Hopefully Aetos has done his job.” His eyes flick to Violet at the mention of Dain. “So you know that it’s a straight walk down the meadow. I’d recommend staying at least seven feet apart -”

”In case one of us gets torched,” I hear Ridoc mutter a few places in front of me.

”Correct, Ridoc.” I can’t help but smirk at the slight sass in Garrick’s tone. “Cluster if you want, just know if a dragon finds disfavour with one of you, it’s likely to burn the whole lot to weed one out.” He warns us as he holds our gaze. “Also, remember you are not here to approach them, and if you do, you won’t be making it back to the dormitory tonight.”

”Can I ask a question?” A cadet whose name I can’t quite remember says from the front row.

Garrick nods, but I noticed the tick in his jaw. He’s annoyed. And honestly don’t blame him. I may not remember their name, but I know they annoy me. And have since day one.

”Third Squad, Tail Section of Fourth Wing already went through, and I talked to some of the cadets….”

”That’s not a question.” He states as he lifts his brows. I note another tick in his jaw as he places his hands on his hips. Definitely annoyed now.

”Right. It’s just that they said there’s a feathertail?”

“A f-feathertail?” Someone I think called Tynan sputters. “Who the hell would ever want to bond a feathertail?"

I feel most of our squad roll their eyes or shake their heads. I see Garrick restrain from doing the same.

”Professor Kaori never told us there would be a feathertail.” Sawyer says. “I know because I memorized every single dragon he showed us. All hundred of them.”

”Well, guess there’s a hundred and one now.” Garrick states sternly, clearly wanting to be rid of us and this job. “Relax, feathertails don’t bond. I can’t even remember the last time one has been seen outside the Vale. It’s probably just curious. You’re up. Stay on the path. You walk up, you wait for the entire squad, you walk back down. It really doesn’t get any easier than this from here on out, kids, so if you can’t follow these simple instructions, then you deserve whatever happens in there.”

Kids? We were barely three years younger than him. But with most of our squad not bearing rebellion marks, I could easily see why he would refer to us as kids. He turns and heads over to a path before the canyon wall where the dragons are perched. We follow, breaking away from the crowd of first years.

“They’re all yours.” Garrick says to the quadrants senior Wingleader. A woman I’ve only seen a few times in Battle Brief.

As Garrick turns to walk back, he locks eyes with me as his hand lightly brushes mine, setting my skin on fire where his touch lingers.

“Single file.” She says to us, drawing my eyes back to the front.

We all form a single line, I end up at the very back behind Rhiannon. With the final instructions of talk to each other, she steps aside revealing a dirt path that leads through the centre of the valley, and up ahead, sitting so perfectly still you would almost mistake them for statues are the dragons. We start to move, each of us leaving the suggested seven feet before following the cadet in front.

As I enter the valley the smell of sulphur is thick in the air, and I note multiple black patches on the path.

As instructed we talk amongst each other. But talk is a loose term. Its mostly bickering. Towards the end I nearly have a heart attack as two greens approach Violet. Then I remember the corset she told me about. The one made from the dragons of her sisters green dragon. They can probably smell it As we get towards the end, our squad is down to seven first years.

As we’re about to leave the area I feel something. An extra presence at the back of my mind. I turn around, trying to keep my eyes down as best I can as I look around. At the back amongst the trees I catch a glimpse of…. Was that white? No, dragons aren’t white. I know I saw white though. But I can’t have. Dragon’s aren’t white I tell myself again.

“Ophelia, you ok?” Violet calls from the exit.

I turn to see her looking at me, her eyes also scanning the area I was just looking at. Did she see it to?

“Yeah, just thought I saw something.” I say, trying to pass it off as casually I can.

She nods, seeming content with my answer. But the tall figure just inside the pathway stares at me as if they are not convinced. Garrick’s eyes are narrowed me in almost a glare. Luckily the next group walks up and I’m able to slip past him without him talking to me.

Part 10

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abeautylives · 1 year

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Just Ours, Tonight

a/n: Part 2!! Read Part 1 here, and if you’ve made it this far, THANK YOU thank you thank you for reading ❤️

pairing: Joshxfemale!reader

word count: somewhere around 7.5k

summary: He’s your best friend, but that may be about to change.

warnings: 18+ minors stay far away, language, more friendly fluff, allusions to sexual situations, graphic sexual content, oral (f. receiving, I am a slut for cunnilingus, sorry not sorry), unprotected penetrative sex

Outside, unbeknownst to anyone else, Josh had just told Jake the first secret he’d ever been successful in keeping from him. He’d also told him the only secret he’s ever kept from you.

Inside, you’re blissfully ignorant as the casual after-dinner chit chat has turned into a party. Sam and Joy are fighting for control of the music, which has created a pretty interesting playlist, and you’re feeling loose from the bottle of wine you’ve now finished. You've been dancing with Jita in the living room, switching styles to match the vibe of each song, laughing loudly at how ridiculous the mix is. Where’s Josh?

It hits you that the twins have been outside for a long time. Way too long for the smoke they’d apparently left for. You have Jita’s hand in yours, your arm wrapped around her waist, and you spin her away from you just as the current song ends.

“I’m gonna go find our boys, we need to switch up dancing partners!” She waves you off and sits to catch her breath as you move toward the back door.

You catch a glimpse of Jake’s face through a window in the living room. He’s got one of those huge smiles spread across his lips, curled up at the corners, pretty as can be. When you turn the doorknob and step over the threshold into the night air, his smile drops and a matching pair of guilty faces snap to yours.

“Whoa, what am I interrupting boys?” Your tone is playful, you haven’t imagined they’ve gotten up to anything too serious out here. Glancing at the ashtray you see they’ve gone through almost half a pack of Jake’s cigarettes. “What the fuck guys, you couldn’t invite anyone else?”

“You don’t smoke, princess. You’re a fraud, a fake, a phony if you will,” Jake offers up in reply. Josh hasn’t looked away from your face but guilt and… fear? still remain in place on his.

“What have you been doing to him, Jacob? He looks like he’s seen a ghost,” you’re still joking with them though anxiety has settled in your stomach. What have they been talking about?

“Ah, he has seen something my dear, but a specter it is not.”

“Okay Captain Jake Sparrow,” your eyes roll. “Let me guess, it was your dick. A: that’s gross, you’re brothers. B: I’ve heard from your girl that it is scary. And not scary big, scary weird.”

They both laugh out loud at your teasing but the only sound you comprehend is Josh. When he laughs, it’s loud and abrupt and when you look down to him in the chair, he finally looks normal again. The huge smile splitting his face shows all of his teeth and most of his gums and it’s definitely reached his eyes. Your anxiety quells but doesn’t disappear completely.

Jake returns fire, “I can prove to you right now that that is simply untrue, darling.” He’s moving as if he’s gonna drop his shorts right here on the deck.

“Shut up Jake,” Josh finally speaks, fixes his face into an expression resembling amusement, but he hasn’t quite achieved it. The giveaway is his mouth, his smile now looks forced, his eyes slightly narrowed in Jake's direction.

“I’m kidding, Jesus lighten up.”

“You all need to lighten up, come back inside and dance with us before I steal your girlfriend and make her mine, Jakey,” you can’t take the awkward tension out here any longer.

“Oh fuck that,” Jake says as he pushes past you to re-enter the house. You watch through the window as he makes his way through the living room to Jita, grabs both of her hands and hauls her body out of the chair and into his arms, instantly beginning a sort of swing dance with her. They’re both laughing wildly.

Left in silence on the deck, Josh hasn’t moved from his seat in the Adirondack. You step over to stand in front of him, knees bumping his.

“Hey handsome.”

He lifts his eyes to yours, his expression is strange and you have trouble placing it. “Hey princess.”

You hold a hand out to him and he reaches up and grips it tightly.

“I don’t know what’s been going on out here but… are you okay?” Your smile is soft and encouraging, your friend’s discomfort is turning into your own and you’re trying to suppress it for you both.

“Um.. yeah. Yeah I’m good.” He lifts his other hand to rub nervously across the back of his neck. You use the hand holding his to pull him up out of the chair and his body collides with yours, arms going around you, face tucking into your neck. He takes a deep breath there through his nose before mumbling against your t-shirt, “I’m great actually….” His head lifts and he pulls it back to look into your eyes. “Are your tits out? Lemme see.”

There he is.

On a laugh, with a hand slapped to the center of his chest, you giggle out, “You’re sick! But yes they are, dummy. And no you can’t see them. Now come dance with me.”

Taking a hand in yours again, you tug him along with you back into the house and through to the living room where a hip hop song that sounds vaguely familiar is playing, the beat encouraging your body to move, the boys sitting this one out. Joy bounces over to you and you dance with her, bodies pressed together, her ass pushed into your hips, your hands roaming down her ribcage to settle onto hers. All eyes are on the two of you until the song ends.

“Hot. That… was hot, get back over here,” Sam grabs Joy around the waist and pulls her back against his own body as the song transitions into one of his choosing. It bleeds out of the speakers slowly, smooth and jazzy, they sway together with it. You watch Jake pull Jita to him in a similar fashion and her arms wrap around his neck, their noses almost touching.

Turning to Josh, who had planted himself on the couch as soon as you came inside, you again extend a hand to him. “Dance partners?”

“M’not much of a dancer.”

“Bullshit, get up here.” He obeys, grabbing your hand and standing to move in close to you. You don’t give him time to hesitate, pulling him flush against you, arms thrown over his shoulders and cheek resting on one as he wraps his own arms to rest loosely around your lower back. Your chests are pressed together and he can feel the bareness of yours through the thin material of your t-shirt, but he resists tightening his hold on your body. From the outside, the two of you look like you’re sharing an affectionate but friendly hug, it’s not all that intimate and your hips aren’t even touching as you rock slowly from side to side. It’s hardly a dance, but every pair is doing their own version of the same movements. You watch over Josh’s shoulder as the actual couples steal moments alone, though you’re all in the same space. Sam is whispering into Joy’s ear, something that makes her grin and blush a little before hiding her face against his chest. Jake and Jita are completely silent, swaying softly and sharing something with each other that’s being conveyed simply through their eye contact.

Maybe that would be nice.

The thought enters your brain but confusion clouds it just as quickly, you can feel your eyebrows knit together with it. You and Josh are not together, have never even given each other the impression that this is more than it is. Ever. Josh has been pushing for a few weeks now to tell the others that you’ve been sleeping together, but only so you wouldn’t have to be so sneaky about it when you wanna get off. Right?

The song comes to an end and you can feel how your mood has shifted. Lowering your arms from his body, you take half a step back from Josh. He hasn’t released his hold from around your back yet as you meet his eyes. They’re immediately searching yours as he can tell your mood has changed too.

“I think the wine has gotten on top of me, I’m super tired all of a sudden,” you lie. “I think I’m gonna take a shower and head to bed.” He unlinks his arms from around you and watches you deliver a general “goodnight” to the room and then turn to leave it. As the bass of an upbeat tune starts to boom through the living room, he turns to say his own goodnights, that he’s gonna clean up and do the same, but no one’s paying attention.

Except Jake.

It’s not lost on him that his twin is eager to follow you, and he wonders if it’s about sex or love. Probably both. Communicating without words, as they do half the time anyway, Josh catches Jake’s eyes before turning out of the room.

Are you gonna tell her?

Josh offers only a slight shrug of his shoulders before leaving to follow you up the stairs.

You’re only a few steps ahead of him and he picks up the pace, taking two at a time to reach the landing at the top just after you. You’ve heard him following and turn to face him there, going to speak but your words are stopped behind your lips as his crash into yours, a hand already ensnared in the hair at the nape of your neck. The kiss is instantly deep and all-consuming, and you’re ready to melt into it and just make out with him there in the hallway, but he breaks it quickly.

Speaking lowly, words only for your ears though the music downstairs is loud enough to drown out any sounds from up here, he says, “Go take a shower. I’m gonna do the same, then I’ll meet you in your room. I owe you an orgasm and I will be fucking you in a bed tonight.” Even without a light on up here, you can see his devilish grin in the darkness. He doesn’t await a response, simply turns your body and pushes it away from him, toward the opposite end of the hall. You move that direction but glance back at him over your shoulder as he disappears into his own room.

You shower quickly but thoroughly, washing the residue of salt and sunscreen from your skin and letting your conditioner soak in as you scrub. When you’re done you feel like a new woman, having let some of your worry and confusion slip down the drain with the bubbly suds of your body wash. Wrapped in a towel secured around your waist, the top half of your body remains bare as you run a blow dryer over your hair for a minute, knowing you don’t want to climb into bed with it soaking wet. You don’t hear the light knocks at the bathroom door, and jump slightly when it swings open, switching the dryer off and moving an arm to cover your chest.

It’s only Josh. You drop your arm.

“You scared me, you idiot!” You’re doing the same whisper-yelling he had heard from Jake out on the back deck. He’s dressed similarly to how he has been all day, a pretty tiny pair of sleep shorts now slung lowly on his hips, no shirt to be found. He closes the door behind him, though your bathroom is an en-suite.

“They can’t hear you babe, they’re still engaging in the festivities downstairs,” he laughs as he speaks, his eyes locked onto the reflection of your naked breasts in the mirror as if seeing them for the first time. You notice how he looks a little mesmerized and keep your eyes on the reflection of his face as you set the dryer down on the counter. You watch him as he watches closely, bringing your hands to your own body and running your fingertips up from your stomach and over your ribs before cupping a breast in each hand and pushing them up attractively.

“Enjoying the view?” His eyes meet yours in the mirror and he swallows before speaking.

His voice now comes out as a near whisper, “I am… please let me touch you.” He’s already moving towards you, hands reaching.

“Oh I actually insist that you do, don’t you owe me something?” There’s a smirk on your face but he doesn’t see it, he’s directly behind you now, hands on either side of you and fingertips trailing over the skin exposed just above the towel still hanging at your waist, eyes closed and face once again pressed into your hair and breathing it in. His fingers move to the front of the towel where it’s tucked into itself at your navel, and though you’re ready for him to snatch it off of you he hesitates and speaks again.

“Need to see you, it’s been too long.”

“Josh we had sex in the shower outside, you’ve seen me.”

“Not enough… You’re so pretty right here,” he finally tugs the towel open and drops it to your feet, stares directly at your cunt in the mirror, chin now propped on your shoulder. Your gaze drops to it too. His hands connect with your hips before he moves one across the front of your body and slips it down between your thighs, tucking it there and cupping it against you. When he pulls it back, he drags his middle finger against your skin before moving both hands to knock yours away and replace them with his own over your chest. Both sets of hooded eyes follow his movements.

“Pretty here too. Gorgeous everywhere, really.” He shifts to press a kiss into the shoulder he’s been resting on, doesn’t take his eyes off of his hands on you.

“What’s with the flattery Josh? Trying to butter me up for something? Oh my god, I’ve already told you you can’t put it in my ass,” you end on a giggle and he offers you one in return, the sound makes your heart flutter.

His hands are moving again, slowly back down the front of your body before finding their home back on your hips. He uses them to push you forward, closer to the mirror, until the cool surface of the edge of the countertop meets your skin. His own hips are pressed against you, you can feel his dick, already hard and tucked into the cleft of your ass.

“I’m not convinced that I couldn’t persuade you into that, eventually, but no. No ulterior motives. Just want you to know you’re beautiful and that I’ve always appreciated it.”

“Always, huh?”

“Always.”

You turn in his arms and loop yours around his neck, the counter now pushed into the flesh at the top of your butt. He watches in the mirror as it presses into the skin there before meeting your eyes. “You’re pretty too,” you’re whispering again, not in fear of being overheard, but the words feel special and significant as they float off your tongue. He leans in to kiss you, starting at your lips then trailing them back over your jaw. When he reaches the spot hiding just behind your earlobe, he murmurs into your skin.

“Jake knows.”

You’ve heard his words but the significance escapes you. “Jake knows what?” It comes out a little airy, breathless as he continues to work his lips and now his tongue against the sensitive skin at the base of your neck. In between kisses, he answers you.

“He knows we’re sleeping together.”

Your body jerks away from his mouth and your eyes snap to his face, which he hasn’t lifted but he’s looking up at you through his eyelashes, a small guilty smirk on his lips.

“Josh, you told him? I told you I wanted to wait.”

“He sort of figured it out. He didn’t seem that surprised, honestly.”

You can’t really tell how you feel. You’re not… angry. Surprised, maybe. A little sad. This is over.

“Hey… don’t do that. I’m sorry, I know you didn’t want them to know yet. He promised he wouldn’t say anything. You know he keeps his promises.” Josh watches your lips, set into a small frown, as you begin to work the bottom one in between your teeth. His hand raises to your face, cups your jaw and he uses his thumb to pull that lip free. He kisses you sweetly, soothing the bruise that threatens to bloom under the mark your teeth have left behind.

“Are you mad?”

“No. No. Not mad. I guess it’s not our secret anymore… maybe we should tell the rest of them.”

“Tomorrow. It can still be just ours, tonight.” He punctuates the sentence with a firmer caress of his lips against yours and you give into it, not wanting to linger on the uncertainty creeping up your spine. Josh can feel how tense you are in his arms though your lips are relaxed and moving against his fluidly, a dance you’ve perfected together over time. Your arms are still around his neck and he reaches up to tap one, signifying that you should hold tighter. When he feels your hand move to grip your opposite forearm, he grabs you at the waist and lifts you to sit on the counter. A hiss is sucked between your teeth as the cool granite hits your skin but he doesn’t break the kiss, instead taking the opening to slide his tongue past your lips and connect it with yours.

You’re lost to it now, thoughts of concern pushed deep down and taken over by thoughts of more, more, more. You haven’t even realized that his hands have found your thighs until they move inward and slide down between your knees to push them further apart. You spread them even wider than his hands have demanded and he hums against your mouth before pulling away to look down at what you’ve presented him with.

“Mm, have I told you how pretty your pussy is today?”

He makes you laugh, like he always does.

“You have, just recently in fact. Tell me more.”

His eyes are still on it, you both watch as he brings a hand back up your thigh toward you and slips his thumb between your folds, through the slick moisture that’s dripping from you, then up to press light circles into your clit. Your eyes close as the subdued pleasure blossoms from your core and moves through you, amplified by his next words.

“It’s perfect, really. Pink and soft, always wet for me” His ministrations against you stay soft but never waver as he continues. “Do you really just always need me that bad?”

His dirty words sound like poetry in your ears. You only nod your head and hum your approval. More.

He seems to know what you want, quite often actually, and he continues. “No matter when I call, you’re wet and waiting for me. Then you let me do whatever I want to your body, so good to me all the time.”

In truth, it’s usually you who calls, but he’s not completely wrong otherwise. You call when you’re horny, empty and needing to be filled with him. And it’s usually you telling him what you want done to your body. But you also call when you miss him, his presence is comforting and his company has always been enjoyable. He might be your favorite person.

His thumb has found its way back to your entrance, your arousal is dripping onto the granite and he gathers it and spreads it around, coating your folds with it before tucking that finger just inside you. A low moan rolls up through your throat and past your lips. More.

“Can I have a taste, princess?”

“Don’t call me that, not right now,” you’re practically panting the words. “Your brother calls me that too, ya know.”

“I could call you something different, something that’s just mine.” I could call you mine.

He pulls his thumb from your cunt and you watch as he brings it to his lips, slipping it into his mouth without hesitation, sucking the taste of you from it.

“‘Babe’ is fine, I like it when you call me that, when we’re alone.”

“Hmm but you’re sweet, like peaches, or honey. I could call you honey.”

You don’t love the way it sounds, despite his voice coating it in sugar and making it even sweeter, but you need him to keep touching you, to taste you like he’d asked to, so you agree.

“Call me whatever you want, just don’t stop.”

“Of course not honey, not gonna stop.”

With that, he drops to his knees between yours and wastes no time getting his mouth on you. No teasing, no build up, his tongue is lapping at you, his lips sucking you into his mouth. The sound is graphic and indecent and driving you wild. Both of your hands find their way to his hair, fingers laced into his curls that are now soft from his shower, keeping him close. Not that he needs assistance, he has no intention of stopping, not until you’re whimpering his name and cumming on his tongue.

Focusing his attention to your clit, he’s already got you pretty close. Alternating between flicks of the tip of his tongue to it, and sucking it past his lips to roll the flat of his tongue against it, you’re already whimpering. He has to fight against your hands to pull his face away just long enough to make a request.

“Let me hear you.. No one else can, tell me how good it is.” You pull his head back to you as you let his name escape your mouth.

“It’s so fucking good Josh, you’re so good. Please don’t stop, I’m almost there.”

He doesn’t change a thing, maintains speed and pressure, he knows exactly how you like it and he’s tailored his talents to suit you. Anything for you. He also knows you’re right there on the precipice, and he’s drawing your pleasure out as you teeter on the edge, selfishly, just so he can hear his name on your gasps and moans. When it comes out on a long drawn out whine, he knows you’re bordering overstimulation. He brings the same hand up that’s already been on and inside your cunt twice today, and taking only a moment to swirl the tips of his first two fingers through the mixture of your slick and his saliva, he plunges them into you.

“Josh,” he sucks your clit back into his mouth, hard. “JOSH!”

There she is.

He doesn’t know what he loves more, the way his name sounds when you’re screaming it or the shape of your body, the way your back arches when you cum. The combination has him straining against the soft fabric of his shorts.

His lips and fingers haven’t left you as you ride out and come down from your orgasm, and once it’s faded away he’s leaving kisses across your pussy, featherlight over your clit, as he eases his fingers from you. Your hands have dropped to your sides, your back leaned up against the mirror. The glass is cool against your hot skin. When he’s standing again, still nestled between your legs, you open your eyes.

His are dark, pupils wide and locked onto yours. His hair is unruly again, disheveled by your hands and it looks good on him. You must be in a similar state.

“You look positively fucked, honey.” The name is growing on you.

“Mm, I’d like to be.” You drop your eyes from his, trail them over the skin of his chest, then his stomach. All of it looks soft, edible, and you know that it is. When your eyes reach his shorts, they widen just slightly. He’s hard, which you’d expected, but there’s a small wet patch in the material right at the tip of his cock. You know he hasn’t cum in his pants but the size of the spot lets you know that he’s been leaking, desperate for you.

Without words, you slip off the counter and take his hand to lead him into your bedroom. Walking ahead of him, you reach the bed first but before you can climb on and turn to him, he’s pushing you gently onto it on your hands and knees. You stay in the position he’s put you in, but look back over your shoulder. His shorts are already pushed to the ground and he’s looking down at his dick in his hand, stroking it slowly with a loose grip. It looks painfully hard, the tip is red and still leaking precum. On an upward stroke he rubs his thumb across it, spreading it over himself. A tiny sound comes from his throat, a whimper.

“Josh…” You’re whispering again. The sounds from downstairs are quieter than before, the music seems to have stopped but a movie may be playing in the living room.

“Need you, babe. Come on.” You wiggle your ass, still on full display for him.

He moves forward, hand still around his cock, and kneels onto the edge of the bed behind you. Silently, he glides himself through your folds, gathering the wetness there before pressing his hips into you just enough to tuck the head of him inside.

“Jesus,” He pulls out of you completely before doing it again, this time sliding into you slowly, watching as he disappears into your cunt.

You release the breath you hadn’t realized you were holding when he’s seated inside you to the hilt, unmoving.

“You can move Josh, fuck me, c’mon.”

“Yeah, yeah… I will.” His emotions are waging a war within his head. He needs to fuck you, he’s actually aching for it, but he wants to love you. Show you how he feels, if he can’t tell you.

Pulling his hips back, he watches himself retreat from your body before slamming back into you. “Yes! Keep going!” He leans over you, chest pressed to your back, supporting himself with one hand on the mattress and the other wrapped around your hip. He pulls back and thrusts sharply into you again before leaving a kiss to your shoulder, then he uses his hand on your hip and his own body weight to maneuver you off of your hands and onto your elbows, lowering your chest to the bed. You’re sure he’s going to lift himself back up and unleash on you from behind but he doesn’t. He continues to push your body down with his hands and his weight until you’re flat on your stomach, legs spread and straight out behind you. He leaves you again and does lean back long enough to push your legs together and straddle them. He hasn’t done this before and you’re a little disoriented.

“Hey… what are you…?” You let the words trail off as he grips himself and runs the tip of his dick down the crack of your ass before pressing it against the entrance of your pussy with his thumb. Pushing his hips down and forward, he slides into you slowly until he’s pressed firmly against you. Oh.

Leaning forward, he brings his body over yours, propping himself up on just one elbow. He watches his other hand smooth down the soft skin of your back before sliding it up the sheets and grabbing yours. You tangle your fingers together as he places his lips to the skin of your shoulder again and begins rocking his hips against your ass. He’s buried himself so deep inside you that you can feel him nudging your cervix, then dragging just over that one spot with every shallow backstroke. The pressure is building again slowly and it’s clear that he’s in no hurry to get you there. Your cheek is pressed to the mattress, both arms bent at your sides, one hand gripping the sheets and the other joined with his.

“J-Josh,” It comes out quietly, almost muffled by the bedsheets. It hasn’t ever felt quite like this before.

“Yeah honey..” His voice sounds strained.

“Harder.” Just a little bit.

He doesn’t respond with words but with compliance, pumping into you with just barely deeper strokes. You bend your knees, lifting your feet and crossing your ankles and they’re bouncing lightly against his ass as he moves inside you. With the leverage of your knees against the bed you arch your back, your hips lifting to meet his strokes. The sound of his hips colliding with the plushness of your backside fills the room.

“Oh god just like that,” the slight change in angle is delicious.

Voice still tight, he asks how it feels. Kisses your skin again and leaves his lips against you. He’s all around you, pushing you into the mattress and you can barely move aside from where your bodies connect. It feels amazing, but something feels different. His behavior seems off, he’s quiet.

“It’s s-so good,” a sharper thrust punches the words from your lungs on a soft moan. “Talk to me, please…”

He grunts once, twice as he pumps into you just a little harder before speaking.

“You feel like heaven, so fucking tight around me like this. Can you feel how deep it is?”

You nod your head wildly against the mattress, “Yes, fuck it’s so deep, you’re so good.. keep going.”

“M’not gonna stop, never wanna leave you ever. Could live here forever…” His voice trails off as he imagines it, his cock twitching. Suddenly he’s shifting, lifting off of your body.

“Josh?”

He pulls out of you slowly, watches himself do it, before he’s flipping you over. You assist him, propping yourself up and rolling to your back. He pushes your knees up, almost to your chest and he’s back inside you immediately with a deep thrust.

“Shit!” He’s pumping into you with more force now, eyebrows knit together but a small smile on his lips and he looks down at you.

“Cum again for me, touch yourself. I wanna watch.”

You’re smiling back up at him, hands wrapped around his wrists where his are still holding your knees. You let your eyes move down his body for a moment, there’s a sheen of sweat glistening over his chest, the muscles of his stomach are flexing as he moves, the V of muscles that lead to his dick are taut and prominent right now. This is what you’re used to, your fun and ridiculous best friend who’s also dirty and sexy and worships your body behind closed doors.

One hand drops it’s hold on his wrist and you raise it to his face, his lips already parted and waiting. Pushing two fingers past them, they land on his tongue and he swirls it around them quickly. He’s close to his own release and needs to feel yours around him before he lets go. When your fingers leave his mouth, so does, “Touch your pretty clit for me, babe. Cum with me, I’m almost there.”

Your fingers are on it before he finishes the sentence, rubbing swift circles into the sensitive flesh. A low whine slides up and out of your throat, past your lips and into the air between you.

“That’s right.. Feels. So. Good. Doesn’t it?” His words huff out of him as his hips meet the backs of your thighs, the sound of skin against skin echoing through the room.

“So good- fuck Josh, I’m there I’m gonna cum, cum with me please!”

He opens his mouth to ask, but you’re already answering. “Inside, wanna feel it inside.”

You almost always say that, but he loves it every time.

He feels your cunt squeezing him, tighter, tighter, he watches in what feels like slow motion as it hits you and your back arches off the bed, head thrown back. When you scream his name this time, it sounds muffled in his ears, his head is buzzing with the curses that follow it. His hips stutter and he cums, still fucking into you, pushing it deep. He drops his chin to his chest, eyes closed as he slows to a stop and you both drift down from the high. When he opens them your body is relaxed again, limp on the mattress and he lets your legs fall around him.

He stays inside you, softening but not ready to leave. Your arms are weak but they lift and reach for him, he leans into them easily, settling his weight over you again.

After a quick kiss to your lips he tucks his head into your neck and kisses you there too. Both of you are breathing heavily still, the sound of it is all you can hear and you realize it’s gone quiet downstairs. Shit, they definitely heard that.

You lay in silence for a few moments, arms around his back, fingertips tracing circles and swirling down his spine until he speaks quietly into the hollow where your neck meets your shoulder.

“Jake knows everything.”

Okay?

“I know, you already told me.”

He shakes his head against you. “He knows more than you do, he knows everything.”

You push yourself up to your elbows and he moves with you, propping himself up to look at your face. “You’re not making sense. What are you talking about?”

His eyes scan your face, take in what he can see of your fresh freckles in the dark, lit by the moonlight coming in from the window. He can make out the small scar on your forehead that you’ve had since you were three. There’s a tiny, almost invisible hole in the side of your nostril from where you’d worn a hoop that you had when the two of you met, but you’d soon decided the look wasn’t for you. He had liked it though. He meets your eyes again.

“I told him the truth. The whole truth.”

“And nothing but the truth?” You chuckle, the seriousness in his tone is making you nervous.

“I told him that I’m in love with you.”

You freeze with the shock of it for a moment, his eyes haven’t left yours and he watched as they’d opened wide, as your jaw dropped just slightly. You realize you’re just staring at each other and he’d just said… There’s no way.

Scrambling, you sit up further and push him away from you, out of you. He moves to sit back and tucks one leg up and underneath himself, the other flat on the bed. He looks so casual but you can feel yourself on the verge of freaking out. Before you can move too far away, he reaches out and grabs one of your hands.

“Please don’t run away. Not yet…”

He’s pleading with you, but there's no fear in his voice. The relief of saying it out loud for a second time has him feeling weightless, free, and he trusts that you’ll hear him out. You’re his best friend.

His hold on your hand is tight, and he tugs it lightly asking you again to stay. You settle onto the mattress, legs folded beneath you and you wait for him to say something. When he doesn’t right away, you whisper, “Josh what are you talking about?”

Before he answers he reaches his other hand out to grab your free one, now holding both of yours in his. He rubs soft circles into the backs of yours with his thumbs and watches the movement for a second before looking back into your eyes. The eye contact is intense and you almost look away but he squeezes your hands lightly.

“I love you, Y/N. I always have though, you’re honestly my best friend.” He pauses, in case you have anything to say but you remain silent so he continues. “But things… changed, for me.”

“When?” You say it without thinking, but you figure it has to be recent. Maybe that’s why he’s been pushing you to tell the others, because he’s been feeling something more. He doesn’t answer you, just smiles softly and shakes his head.

“When.” You repeat yourself, but it’s more of a demand than a question.

“The party we threw, at my parents’ house…” he starts, but it tells you nothing. You’ve known each other since you were nineteen, you’d thrown countless parties, celebrations of birthdays and after parties when they’d wrapped up a bar gig, parties for no reason just because their parents were gone. When the band started to gain traction and they started traveling, there was a party every time they came home. You’re still flipping through the events in your mind, trying to pinpoint a moment you may have missed.

“Our birthday,” he says in reference to his shared birthday with Jake, and you think he’s probably referring to three months ago. It would make sense. You’d already been sneaking around awhile, stealing kisses around corners and fucking almost every time you found yourselves alone.

“You pulled me aside to give me my present. I don’t know if you were embarrassed or you thought I would be embarrassed that you were giving me jewelry,” he laughs but your throat is tight. “But it was my favorite thing that I got that year. Because it was from you.” It was a necklace, just a pendant on a simple chain but it had reminded you of him when you saw it.

“Josh.. that was thr-“

“Three years ago,” he interrupts and drops his face to look back down at your joined hands. “Three years, three months, and four days ago.”

“You’re not serious.” You’re struck with disbelief but you know he wouldn’t lie to you, he never has in the past. But he has been hiding things from you.

“I have probably not ever been more serious, honey.” The name feels like what it is, sticky and overly sweet. You can taste it on your tongue and feel it creep down your throat and coat the inside of your stomach. It covers the wings of the nervous butterflies that have been fluttering there, calming them. He lifts his gaze back to yours, whispers, “Say something.”

“I- just… Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Well… I mean, we’d known you for less than a year at that point. But you were always around, hanging out with us. I loved knowing you, you were already one of my closest friends. I liked you better than Jake.” You both laugh, it’s always been easy.

“I didn’t want to ruin it. And believe me, when I made a joke about fucking a rockstar, even what, two and a half years later, it was still in my head that you’d run screaming from the house and never come back.” He’s smiling, remembering how you’d laughed when he said it but he’d watched you turn it over in your mind, consider the possibilities.

“I still can’t believe you went upstairs with me that night. I was fucking nervous, felt like my first time all over again.”

“It didn’t seem like it,” you chime in. “I was impressed. Why do you think I kept coming back for more?”

“Yeah I couldn't believe that shit either, trust me. Things stayed the same after that first time, and I was so fucking relieved. After the second time, I knew I wouldn’t be able to get enough of you. That’s why I called you and asked you to come over… the third time. And, well, here we are.” He gestures to the room with his hands.

“Here we are…” You’re not sure what to say, or where you go from here. You’d literally just accepted the idea of revealing that you’d been having sex with him.

“Y/N… I love you. I have loved you, for a long time. If you tell me now that this is done, then it’s done. If you tell me this is just sex, fine. I’ll do whatever you want. Just promise me you won’t leave us.” Now he does sound worried, but the thought of leaving them behind hadn’t even crossed your mind.

You think for a moment before your next words. “Ya know, when we were dancing earlier? I was watching them. Sam and Joy, Jake and Jita. And I thought to myself, that could be me right now. We could have that. I don’t even know where the thought came from, I hadn’t considered it before.”

His expression drops a little, sadness clouding his features at your admission that you hadn’t even thought of him that way.

“Don’t do that, please. Let me finish.”

“I always let you finish. Unless you force me not to.” He raises his eyebrows in reprimand, referring to the shower stall, but then he’s smiling again.

“When you’re right, you’re absolutely right. Josh, I hadn’t consciously considered it before… but I think I had wanted it. Deep down, with you. I love being with you, I always have.”

“But you’re not in love with me.”

“No, you can’t do that to me, that’s not fair. I can’t change the way things have happened, the way I felt.”

He doesn’t offer a reply, because you’re right. Maybe if he’d had the balls to tell you sooner, even before you started hooking up, this would be different. He’d been hoping that if everyone knew what you’d been doing, if he could show you how he cared for you in the open, you’d start to feel the same for him.

“But we’re here now. You’ve just told your best friend you’re in love with her, and she didn’t flee into the night. I’m here. How do you feel?”

His hands haven’t left yours this entire time, but he releases them now to bring his up to your face. Cupping either side of it, running his thumbs across your cheekbones, you’re both moving in slowly, matching smiles stretching across your lips. Before they meet, he tells you, “I feel really fucking good about this.”

Me too.

You laid in bed together, ending the conversation there for now and just kissing and giggling about nothing for a long while until Josh asked if you wanted to go out on the deck and “fuck under the stars again”. The rest of the group had long since gone quiet, you assume they’d gone to sleep, so you agreed.

He slept with you in your bed afterwards.

The sun beating through your window wakes you up in the morning, and the first thing you sense is Josh still wrapped around you, an arm around your waist and one leg tangled with yours. He’s already awake and he presses a kiss to the top of your shoulder as you turn your head to face him.

“Mm, morning handsome.”

“Good morning babe.” His voice isn’t laced with sleep, he’s been awake for some time.

“Not ‘honey’? I was starting to like it.”

“Oh yeah? I will definitely keep that in mind… Should we get up? Greet the day and all that?”

You groan, “Ugh, five more minutes.”

“Whatever you want, princess. We should tell them today… like, sooner rather than later…” He wants them to know that you’re, whatever you are. He wants what they have, the freedom to touch and kiss you whenever he wants.

“We will, I promise. I want it too.”

When your five more minutes have turned into ten, you drag yourselves from the bed and get ready to head downstairs. Together.

At the top of the stairs you can hear voices and smell food cooking, and you’re not sure why you’re nervous.

Josh grabs your hand and squeezes it. “They’re not gonna care Y/N, it’s fine. Plus, Jake already knows and who gives a fuck about what Sam thinks?” Your favorite thing about him is the way he never fails to make you laugh. He takes the steps ahead of you and doesn’t let go of your hand. When you turn the corner into the kitchen, all heads turn in your direction.

Except Jake’s.

He’s standing at the stove cooking scrambled eggs, and he’s been expecting this. Waiting for it actually.

Sam is the first to speak. “What the fuck is this?!” You’ve known him since he was barely sixteen, and he hasn’t changed all that much.

Josh turns his head to look at you, letting you know with his eyes that he’ll say it, if it makes it easier for you.

“And good morning to you too Samuel. Um, just to get this over with and clear the air, Y/N and I-“

“Josh and I have been fucking each other. For a while,” you blurt out. Everyone’s eyes go wide. Josh just laughs, he laughs until tears are rolling down his cheeks while you stand there embarrassed and mortified at your delivery. The rest of them join in and Jake just keeps cooking and plating eggs, his shoulders shaking as he chuckles to himself.

When Josh catches his breath and wipes his tears, he grabs you by both sides of your face and places a smacking kiss to your lips, shaking you out of your stupor.

“I was going to say that we’ve been sleeping together and have decided to make things official, sort of.” Jake turns around at that, looking over his shoulder with his eyebrows raised, huge smile on his face. “I’m also hopelessly in love with her and would like her to return those affections at some point, so I need the rest of you to behave and not scare her away.”

Plating the last of the eggs, Jake sets his spatula down and leaves the stove. He comes around the island to stand in front of you and Josh, then pulls you both into his arms. With his face between yours in this group hug, he says quietly enough for only the two of you to hear, “I’m happy for you, I love you guys.”

He pulls back and announces to the room, “But I will never behave. Fuck that. Who wants a Bloody Mary?”

Part 3

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Glances Unnoticed

Parings: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader

Summary: Dustin drags you out into the woods with none other than Steve Harrington to look for the creature that had eaten your cat. You get roped into a lot more than you bargained for and old wounds are reopened and realizations are made at the end of the night. You just wouldn’t expect to end the night with Steve Harrington spending the night.

Warnings: angst, mentions of blood, mentions of injury. angst to fluff!!

Word Count: 6.8K

A/N: This fic has taken me the longest out of all I’ve written and it’s also my favorite. I love a good angst to fluff. ALSO, let’s pretend that Steve wasn’t on his way to Nancy’s house to apologize and that he and Nancy broke up after season one!!!! Okay thanks :) Feedback is always apreciated!!!

“Y/N! Y/N, come on! It’s an emergency!” You groaned and put the pencil in your hand down as Dustin attempted to knock down your door. You opened your door and Dustin stumbled a bit, smiling sheepishly.

“What Dustin? I’m trying to get homework done.” You sassed as he walked into your room. He looked frazzled.

“I sent mom to go look for Mews.” He started and you shrugged.

“Okay? Did someone see her?” You furrowed your eyebrows. Why was he telling you this?

“Mews is dead.”

“What?” You blinked.

“Mews is dead and I really need your help! Do you remember all of the demogorgon shit that went down with Eleven last year? Well I may have accidentally raised a baby demogorgon and it ate our cat and now he’s on the loose.” You stared at Dustin, mouth agape. “Oh, and Steve is here.” Dustin motioned to your doorway and you turned to see none other than Steve Harrington.

“What the fuck, Dustin? Your little pet ate Mews? Do you know how much mom loves that cat?” You scolded, running your hands down your face. “And how are you even gonna catch this thing? It could be miles away by now!”

“We have a plan.” You turned back to Steve who looked incredibly out of place in your house.

“Of course. Enlighten me,” you rolled your eyes and grabbed your jacket from your bed, slipping it on. You followed Dustin and Steve outside to his car.

“We have bait. We just gotta lead Dart to the junkyard and capture him–”

“Kill him.” Dustin and Steve said at the same time. You raised an eyebrow at the two as you all got into the car. You let Dustin have the front seat as he continued his conversation with Steve.

“We’re not killing Dart, we’re trapping him and putting him somewhere he can't escape.” Dustin argued.

“You literally just said it was a mini demogorgon. We’re killing it, Henderson.” Steve deadpanned, pulling out of your driveway.

“I second that,” you piped up, raising your hand. Steve gave Dustin a pointed look and Dustin crossed his arms, sinking in his seat. The car ride to the railroad tracks was filled with Dustin and Steve’s bickering and you tried to think back to why you even agreed to help the two.

You knew Steve from school. He was a year older than you and you had heard all the infamous rumors of ‘King Steve’ throughout your high school years. Somehow you had gotten mixed up with him, Nancy, and Jonathan last year and had all fought a monster from another dimension together. Steve was a senior now and the last you had heard about him was that he and Nancy had called it quits. You had talked to Steve maybe a handful of times after your shared near death experience, but you had kept yourself busy with school and extracurriculars like band and being head of the yearbook design. You thought he was attractive, sure. The guy was well dressed and had a pretty face. You wouldn’t complain if you had to look at him. And it turns out he isn’t as big of an asshole as you had thought.

You all reached the train tracks and Steve stopped the car. You all piled out and stood at the trunk as Steve and Dustin pulled out buckets of raw meat and gloves. Steve shoved a bucket into your hand and you scrunched up your face. He pulled the familiar bat with nails sticking out of it out of his trunk next and then shut it.

“I’ll trade ya,” Steve put on the gloves and took the bucket from you, handing you the bat. You smirked as you tossed it between each hand.

“Yeah, this is much more of my speed.” Sarcasm dripped from your voice as the three of you set off. You walked in front of the two, avoiding the raw meat they were throwing onto the tracks behind them.

“So… about that girl you like.” You heard Steve start. You raised your eyebrows but kept walking in front of them, eavesdropping.

“What do you do when you like a girl, Steve? What did you do with Nancy?” Your eyes widened at the mention of Nancy Wheeler.

“Oh well, you just gotta act like you don’t care. It pulls them in quick, man.” Steve stumbled over his words and you bit your lip to keep from laughing.

“That’s how you treated Nancy?” Dustin continued to bring up Nancy. Not very cool of you, little brother.

“No, Nancy was– she was different. And it doesn’t even matter. We broke up over half a year ago!” Your head tilted just a bit at his words, mulling them over in your mind.

“Well this girl is different!” Dustin argued, sounding exasperated.

“Woah woah, you’re not falling in love with this girl, are you?” Steve’s tone shifted, resent seeping through them.

“No, no.” Your brother replied softly. There was a brief pause before–

“Good. She’s only gonna break your heart and you’re too young for that shit.” You frowned. Nancy Wheeler had really done a number on him, huh? You kept walking as the silence between them lingered.

Steve’s gaze lingered on your back, watching the slight sway of your hips and how your white sneakers kicked at the railroad ties. “Farrah Fawcett spray.”

“What?”

“Use the shampoo and conditioner and when your hair’s damp, not wet, okay? When it’s damp, you do four puffs of the Farrah Fawcett spray.”

“Farrah Fawcett spray?” Dustin echoed and you smiled.

“Yeah, Farrah Fawcett. You tell anyone I just told you that and your ass is grass.” You pursed your lips. “You too, Y/N.” You finally turned to look at the two.

“Oh yeah, because I’m just dying to give away Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington’s biggest secret.” You joked, twirling the bat in your hand. “Some of us have real things to worry about.” You jabbed, turning back around. You were almost to the junkyard.

“Y/N, you have zero social life, you do realize that, right?” Steve argued, clearly you had struck a nerve with him.

“But I do have a 4.0. It looks great on my college applications,” you called over your shoulder, smiling to yourself. Dustin smirked up at Steve, appreciating his sister’s wittiness.

“So that’s where you get it from,” Steve muttered to Dustin, rolling his eyes and continuing to throw out bait. Dustin grinned up at him.

…

“How come the only person helping me is Y/N and this random girl?” Steve yelled at Lucas and Dustin. The boys grumbled out insults to each other and reluctantly started helping Steve.

“I’m Y/N, by the way. Dustin’s older sister.” You introduced yourself as you and ‘random girl’ carried scraps of sheet metal to the bus.

“I’m Max. You and Steve an item?” You choked on air at her question, your face heating up. You dropped your sheet metal and braced yourself with your hands on your knees, choking on nothing. You recovered after a second and turned away from her so she wouldn’t see the blush covering your face.

“No way, he’s still hung up on Nancy Wheeler.” You picked up the sheet metal and continued walking beside Max.

“His longing stares towards you every minute would say otherwise.” Max scoffed, placing the sheet metal next to the bus. She picked up a hammer and nails and started nailing the metal to the side of the bus. You joined her, trying to shake off her words.

“Longing stares, my ass.” You mumbled, lining up the nail and getting ready to hit it.

“Yeah, sometimes at your ass.”

“Max!” You missed the nail, a loud clang sounding out. “Uncalled for.” You turned your focus back to the task at hand.

“Okay, fine. I’m sorry. But seriously. I’ve been here for half an hour and the amount of pining I’ve witnessed from him is insane.” She continued, working on another piece of metal.

“What’s insane?” You jumped, missing the nail again. You groaned.

“Nothing, Steve. You all set up on the other side of the bus?” You finally hit the nail on the head.

“Yeah, we’re good to go. Sun’s setting as we speak.” Steve clicked his tongue, helping you and Max nail the last pieces of metal to the bus.

“Her name is Max,” You spoke up, tilting your head towards Max. Steve looked at you, then to Max.

“Steve Harrington. You’re Hargrove’s younger sister.” He knew he recognized the redhead from somewhere.

“The one and only, unfortunately.” She muttered, finishing up her piece and stepping inside the bus where Lucas and Dustin were.

“Was it something I said?” Steve frowned, hitting in the last nail for that piece of metal. You had finished yours now too and you shrugged.

“Come on, it’s about to get dark.” You suggested, picking up your supplies and stepping into the bus, Steve behind you. You were self conscious of Steve behind you now after the conversation you and Max had shared. Your face felt hot as you quickly moved to sit down against the rusted side of the bus. Steve sat down a bit farther from you, leaning against one of the old seats by the emergency exit on the roof where Lucas was.

You frowned at Dustin’s rudeness towards Max as the two got into it. Their quarrel ended and Max huffed, turning to climb up the ladder to the roof with Lucas.

“Good. Show her you don’t care,” Steve flicked open his lighter again and snapped it closed, extinguishing the flame.

“I don’t.” Dustin snapped. Steve turned to your brother and winked at him. “Why are you winking, Steve?” Steve quickly averted his gaze, hurt flashing across his features for a moment as he tried to brush off Dustin’s harshness.

“Dustin, don’t be like that. And that is horrible advice, Harrington.” You called him out from across the bus and your brother scowled at you. You could tell Dustin was down bad for Max. You stood up and walked over to the two, leaning against another discarded seat.

“Guys! 10 o’clock!” Your head snapped up to Lucas and you rushed to a window, Steve finding the one next to you as you both looked where Lucas had seen the monster.

“It’s not taking the bait.” Dustin knitted his brows together. The monster was just standing there, sniffing the bait but not actually eating it.

“Maybe it’s tired of cow.” Steve shrugged and picked up his baseball bat, walking towards the doors of the bus.

“I’m coming with you,” you spoke up, finding an old crowbar next to one of the pried up seats. You grabbed it and followed behind Steve.

“No way, Henderson–” You cut Steve off by shoving him out the doors.

“Shut up and just go.” You whispered, walking beside him to where the baby demogorgon was sniffing around. You raised the crowbar ready to swing when Lucas called out to you both again.

“Watch out! 4 o’clock!” You snapped your head in that direction and felt your stomach sink. There was more than one of these things. Steve stayed where he was. You and Steve were now back to back, weapons raised and ready for a fight.

“You ever fought before?” Steve spoke over your shoulder. You nodded, even though he couldn’t see you.

“Yeah, remember the Byers’ house last year? Freshman year was also interesting,” you squeezed the crowbar in your hand as the monster started towards you. As it was about to jump onto you, you swung as hard as you could, sending it into a nearby car. You continued to swing as more pooled out from the ruins of the scrap yard.

As you were swinging at a dog running at you, another was jumping onto you from the other side. It bit down on your arm and you yelled, ripping the creature off. It fell to the ground and you brought your crowbar down onto it, smashing its head.

You could hear Steve grunt and the smack of his bat behind you. You were both outnumbered.

“Henderson, run!” He yelled, turning to face you. You took one last swing at one, earning a whimper from the dog-like creature as it flew back and then Steve was pulling you by the arm back towards the bus. You cried out as his fingers dug into the fresh wound you had received. He shot you an apologetic look and pushed you inside the bus. He ended up with his back flush against your front as he closed the doors. You stumbled back, acutely aware of how close he was and fell into the driver’s seat. He jumped back as the dogs started attacking the door and landed in your lap. If your face wasn’t red earlier, it sure as hell was now.

“Shit! Sorry, Y/N.” He cursed, scrambling off of you and pulling you to the middle of the bus away from the door, this time by your good arm. You looked behind you to see a wide-eyed Dustin. He tackled you in a hug as the scratching from the outside of the door died down. He pulled away after a moment and then punched you in the arm.

“What the hell, Dustin?” You yelled at him, rubbing your arm where you had just been assaulted.

“Don’t you ever do that again!” He scolded.

“Oh yeah, like I wanted to almost get mauled by a gaggle of baby demogorgons!” You threw your hands in the air. Dustin glared at you for a moment longer before Max and Lucas were dropping down with the rest of you.

“They’re going somewhere,” Lucas supplied. You and Steve shared a look. You didn’t like where this was going.

…

You walked out of the bathroom, having cleaned and wrapped your wound and went to find Steve and the kids. You had been assigned babysitting duty along with Steve, the two of you were in the kitchen as the kids discussed getting involved.

“No! We are on the bench! And we will stay on the bench until we are needed to play. Does everybody understand?” Steve threw a towel over his shoulder and jutted his hip out, hand resting on it.

“This isn’t some stupid sports games!” Mike argued. You couldn’t help but have sympathy for the boy. His best friend was being puppeteered by some monster from the Upside Down and he had just learned that his girlfriend was alive and had been with Chief Hopper this whole time. It had to be a lot to take in for him.

“I said, does everybody understand?” He raised his eyebrows, waiting for a response. A quiet chorus of agreements sounded from the kids and that satisfied him. You froze as a car revved into the driveway of the Byers.

“That’s Billy. He’ll kill me– kill us if he finds us here.” Max panicked, looking to Lucas specifically. All the kids shared anxious looks.

“I’ll go and talk to him. You all stay here– and keep an eye on them.” Steve directed the last part towards you. You nodded back at him and stepped back further into the house so Billy wouldn’t catch sight of you. You mentally face palmed as the kids piled up on the couch to peek out the window.

“Stand back here, he’ll see you guys.” You hissed, paranoid. You knew Billy was a tough guy. He was most certainly a douche, but you knew the guy was jacked and that you might not put up a good fight against him. The kids didn’t budge and you swallowed. You heard them all gasp and you found yourself thinking the worst. All the kids ducked out of sight away from the window.

“Do you think he saw us?” Dustin whispered. The door getting slammed open answered his question and the kids got up quickly, piling behind you as you stepped away from the door.

“Do my eyes deceive me? Y/N Henderson and Steve Harrington all in one night! What the hell are you doing with my sister,” Billy spat. He strode towards you and the kids retreated further. You stood up taller, putting on a facade of fearlessness.

“Where is Steve?” You grit through your teeth. Billy was in your face now and your chests were almost pressed together.

“You with Harrington, now? Little miss 4.0, band nerd and the dethroned ‘King of Hawkin’s High’, huh? You could do so much better.” Billy whispered in your ear before he pushed you back. You were thankful for the Byers’ dining room table behind you as you stumbled back, catching yourself on it. He turned his attention towards the kids and before you could stop him, he was grabbing Lucas by the collar of his shirt and slamming him against the china cabinet.

“I told you to stay away from my sister!” Lucas kneed him in the crotch and Billy let go of him, allowing him to scramble back to his friends. “You’re so dead, Sinclair!” Billy roared, but a hand was on his shoulder, turning him away from you and the kids.

“No, you are!” Steve. You stood in front of the kids again, acting as a shield as Steve landed punches on Billy. Billy started laughing, making your blood run cold.

“Turns out you got some fire in you after all! I’ve been waiting to meet this King Steve everyone has been telling me so much about.” Steve’s chest heaved, high on adrenaline. He pushed Billy against the counter, punching him in the face. You watched Billy’s hand creep along the counter, grasping a ceramic plate.

“Steve!” You called out, but he had already smashed the dish against the side of Steve’s head. Your feet were moving before you could process and you were ripping Billy by the back of his shirt away from Steve. He whipped around to face you, hand flying up to grip your throat. His other hand wrapped around your bandaged injury, digging his fingers into it. Your eyes filled with tears and you tried to scream, but only a choked whimper sounded out.

“Look, Harrington. Your princess is here to rescue you!” Billy laughed, hand tightening around your throat. Steve came up behind Billy, sweeping his legs from beneath him and he fell, but you had been brought down with him. Steve pulled him off of you and you sucked in a breath of air, coughing in the process as tears rolled down your cheeks.

“Don’t fucking touch her!” Steve flipped Billy beneath him and raised his fist. He had gotten a few good hits in before Billy was flipping them around. He punched Steve in the face over and over again and you watched as Steve’s head lolled to the side limply with each hit.

“Stop!” You begged, trying to push him off of Steve. “You’re gonna kill him!” Billy was off of Steve and on you before you could even blink. He backhanded you, your head hitting the wooden floor with so much force you swore you saw stars.

“What’s it matter to you, Henderson?” He scoffed, punching you one last time before another dish was sacrificed for your own well-being. Billy fell back from you and Max jabbed one of the syringes filled with the medicine that had knocked out Will into his neck.

“What did you do, you little shit?” Billy fell onto his back away from you and you scooted backwards as Max crept towards Billy.

“You are going to leave and you will never bother me or my friends again.” You crawled over to Steve on the other side of the room as Max threatened Billy.

“Steve, come on. Wake up,” you sat beside him, hands smacking his face ever so lightly. His face was a bruised and bloody mess. His eyebrow and lip was split open, his hairline matted with dry and fresh blood, left eye swollen. He didn’t budge.

“Y/N, come on. We gotta go,” Dustin was tugging on your hand and you looked up at him. “You look like shit,” he added quietly, taking in the discoloration of your face.

“He’s not waking up, Dustin.” You said dumbly, ignoring his last remark. Your brain was still trying to catch up with what had just happened and your throat hurt.

“We’ll bring him with us, but we have to go. A party member needs assistance.” Dustin helped you to your feet and you stood there for a second, blinking away the dizziness. You helped Mike and Dustin carry Steve to Billy’s car.

“Can you drive?” You turned around to face Max, squinting so you could only see one of her instead of three.

“I don’t think I could if I wanted to right now. My visions fucked.” You rasped out, blinking and willing the dizziness away.

“Looks like I’m getting some practice in,” Max huffed, opening the driver's door. You got in the back with your brother, Mike and an unconscious Steve. Lucas sat up front with Max as she started the car, jerking it out of park and stepping on the gas, jerking all of you backwards. God help you stay sane through the rest of the night.

…

You sat in the passenger seat of Steve’s car, Dustin in the back and Steve driving just like you had started earlier that day. You were all silent, mulling over what had happened that night. Your head was killing you, Billy’s hits still having a lingering effect on you. You were sure Steve was fairing way worse, but he was doing well enough that he could drive you and Dustin home. Your vision still wasn’t faring too well. Billy must’ve hit your head in just the right spot to where he screwed up your eyesight.

Steve pulled into your driveway, silence still drowning you out. Dustin got out without a word, clearly exhausted from today’s events. Your heart hurt with the fact that he had already gone through so much shit and he wasn’t even in high school. You went to leave, but a thought stopped you, your hand resting on the door handle.

Steve Harrington’s parents were never around. It was obvious with all of the parties he used to throw and how he could basically do whatever he wanted at any time. You felt your stomach sink at the thought of Steve going home to be by himself when he was still obviously hurting– mentally and physically. You knew how long the night had been for him. It was late into the night and all of the lights in your house were off, you knew for a fact that your mom was asleep. She wouldn’t see Steve come into the house and he could easily leave out the window in the morning since your room was on ground level.

“Hey, Steve?” You spoke up, voice still strained. He looked at you, still silent. Your lips formed a thin line. You couldn’t let him go home alone. “Do you maybe wanna come in? I can help you take care of your… face.” You smiled awkwardly, shoulders raising in a bit of a shrug. He stared at you for a moment.

“Yeah, yeah that sounds nice.” He finally said, pulling the keys out of the ignition. You gave him a real smile this time, finally getting out of his car. He followed you to the front door and you opened it for him, letting him inside. You led him to the bathroom that was in between you and Dustin’s room. You flicked on the light, opening the door more, letting him in. You opened the medicine cabinet and grabbed some gauze, disinfectant and some bandaids, to which you almost missed because of your poor eyesight. You ducked down, opening the cabinet under the sink. You pulled out a washcloth and closed the door back up, standing up straight. You looked at Steve behind you in the mirror and saw his gaze tracing up your figure. You coughed, bowing your head and turning on the faucet as your face heated up for the millionth time that night. You wet the washcloth and turned off the faucet stepping to the side.

“Sit,” you instructed, pointing to the edge of the sink. He hopped up without a word and you stepped in between his knees, reaching up to dab the washcloth on his split eyebrow. You squinted as you worked, vision becoming clearer when you did so. You didn’t want to mess up Steve’s face anymore than it already was.

You were so focused on cleaning the right place on his face that you didn’t see the small smile that crept onto his cut lips. Steve watched you, eyes scanning your face with a soft gaze. He thought the concentrated look on your face was adorable.

You moved onto wiping his hairline, then his nose, then finally his lips. You stepped back from him, satisfied with your work and grabbed the disinfectant, dabbing it on the clean side of the cloth and wiping at his eyebrow. He winced, flinching back as the cloth made contact with his cut.

“Shit, I’m sorry.” You whispered, pulling the cloth away quickly.

“It’s okay,” he grabbed your wrist gently and led it back to the cut on his eyebrow. He held it there for a moment before he was letting go, hand falling to rest in his lap. You dabbed at it a bit more and then set the cloth down.

“You should probably shower, then you can put a bandaid on it. I’ll see if I can find some clean clothes for you.” You started to open the door, but he grabbed your hand, twisting you back around to him.

“Sweetheart, I’m not the only one who’s worse for wear.” Steve tsked, pulling you back. He hopped off the counter and grabbed a washcloth from the same place you had. Mimicking your process and wetting the cloth. He brought it up to your temple, wiping the blood away. You tried not to cringe as your headache flared up again and your vision became fuzzier. He finished in that spot and moved on to your nose. “Oh, your nose is definitely broken. That shithead,” Steve cursed, dabbing extremely light so he wouldn’t hurt it more.

“I was the one who intervened.” You shrugged, suddenly finding the floor more interesting.

“You didn’t have to do that, you know? I had it all under control.” He furrowed his eyebrows, tongue poking out as he continued cleaning your face.

“Yes, because being pummeled while unconscious just screams ‘I have it under control’.” You raised an eyebrow.

“Okay, maybe not, but you didn’t need to do any of that. I mean shit, Y/N look at your neck.” You turned to look at yourself in the mirror and cringed at the line of blue and purple that circled your neck.

“My mom’s gonna kill me.” You breathed, fingers reaching up to trace it.

“You could just say you got a hickey.” Steve shrugged, discarding the bloody cloth with his own on the edge of the sink.

“In the shape of a hand? Yeah, very believable. I think she would die and go to heaven if I got a hickey in the first place,” you mumbled, turning back to face him. “Thank you.”

“Only returning the favor, Henderson.” He smiled back at you. You bent down to pick up the dirtied washcloths, fully intending to throw them out so your mother wouldn’t see and opened the door.

“I’ll go find you some clothes. Be back in ten,” with that, you closed the door. You walked to your kitchen, throwing the cloths in the trash and covering them up with other garbage. You then went into the coat closet, knowing that your mom kept some of your dad’s old clothes in the closet. You weren’t sure why she was still holding onto his things, but for the first time it came in handy. You pulled a t-shirt down, sweatpants, and some socks. You piled the clothes in your arms and made your way back down the hall, being as quiet as you could to not wake up your mom.

“Y/N?” You jumped out of your skin and you turned around to see Dustin standing in an old baggy science shirt and some pj pants. He rubbed his eyes. “Who’s in our shower?”

“Uh, Steve.” You offered, smiling tight lipped.

“Steve?”

“Yeah, uh. Steve Harrington. You know, the one with the hair–” “Y/N, I know who Steve is. Why is he in our house?” Dustin stared at you, mouth slightly agape.

“Because I invited him in.” You shrugged, the clothes in your hands rustling against your shirt as your arms moved.

“You invited him in? To like– stay the night?” Dustin pried. Dustin obviously wasn’t convinced. Or he was convinced of a completely different idea unknownst to you. He knew that you liked Steve, even if you hadn’t really realized it yet. Dustin was witness to the prolonged stares and touches and it seemed tremendously obvious to everyone except for you two that you liked each other.

“Yeah. I felt bad just leaving him alone at his house. You saw what happened to him tonight,” you tried to argue.

“Or maybe you just didn’t want him to leave you alone?” Dustin smirked, raising his eyebrows. Your jaw dropped at his insinuation.

“Don’t be stupid, Dustin. Go to bed. It’s literally almost four in the morning.” You shooed him to his room. He laughed to himself as he walked towards his room. “Goodnight, Dusty.” You spoke before he closed his door. He popped his head back out, curls a mess on his head.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” He smiled, genuinely this time. He closed his door and you continued to the bathroom, clothes for Steve in hand. You tapped your knuckles against the door.

“Come in!” Steve called and you opened the door. You froze in place, almost dropping the clothes in your hands as your eyes fell upon a shirtless Steve. You stood there for a moment before a hand snapped in front of your face. “Henderson?”

“Shit, sorry. These are for you. My room is to the right of this one, just when you’re done, come to my room and knock before you come in so, you know, you don’t walk in on me naked or something like that–”

“Y/N, thank you. I’ll be there in a minute.” Steve grinned at you, taking the clothes from your hands. You snapped your mouth shut and spun on your heel, quickly leaving the bathroom and rushing to your room. You closed the door and cringed.

“Why do I open my mouth?” You groaned, striding across your room to your closet. You pulled out your oversized band tee and your sleeping shorts, laying them out on your bed. You pulled your shirt over your head and undid your bra, chucking them into the laundry basket in the corner. You unzipped your jeans and slid them down your legs, stepping out of them and tossing them as well. You slipped on the t-shirt and shorts and breathed out, feeling better now that your dirty, grimey clothes weren’t on you.

You sat down on your bed and looked over to your desk. The light was still on and your half-completed homework sat where you had left it. You thought about completing it and you walked over, looking down at the desk but frowning when the words blurred into each other. No chance you were getting that done anytime soon. You jumped when you heard a knock at your door.

You opened it and there stood Steve. He was in the sweatpants and socks you had given him, but the shirt was nowhere to be found. Moles dotted his torso like constellations. His hair was damp, but still had some volume to it. You thought back to earlier that day when you had found him standing in your doorway, looking incredibly out of place. He didn’t look so out of place anymore. You could get used to it, in fact.

“Sorry, I usually sleep with no shirt, if that’s okay with you?” His voice became timid, eyes searching your face for any dispute. You closed the door behind him as he walked in.

“No, that’s fine. I-I don’t mind. You can have the bed,” you pointed to the bed over your shoulder. “Sorry I don’t have Farrah Fawcett spray.” You joked, moving to throw a pillow and a blanket down on the floor for yourself but Steve spoke up.

“Haha,” he said flatly, “and no way, this is your house. You’re letting me stay over too,” he disagreed, moving to sit on the floor where you had thrown the blanket and pillow. You couldn’t find the energy to fight with him on it, so you sat on the bed, shuffling under the comforter and pulling a pillow under your head. You listened as Steve shuffled around on your floor and got comfortable. Silence filled the room.

You stared at your ceiling, replaying the night events in your head. You looked down at your arm that had been bitten by one of the demodogs, the bandage soaked through in a few small places. You should probably look at it, but you didn’t budge. Your vision remained blurry and your throat hurt like hell. You felt tears spring to your eyes. You bit your lip, holding back whimpers and sniffing.

“Y/N?” A head of hair was popping up from beside your bed. “You okay?” You sucked in a breath, swallowing the lump in your throat.

“Can’t sleep,” you managed. “I think he messed up my eyesight. Everything’s been so damn fuzzy since he backhanded me.” You confessed. Steve was sitting on the edge of your bed by you in a second.

“I thought it was weird you were squinting so damn much. That fucker.” You were scared that Billy had taken a part of your life away. You knew he had taken your peace of mind already, and you resented him for that, but he had also taken your good eyesight which was permanent as well as the demodog’s bite on your arm; a physical reminder of the hellish night you had lived through.

“Do you think I’ll ever feel normal again? Like even after last year and the demogorgon; I don’t think I’ve had a good night’s sleep. I’ve been paranoid constantly. I never really healed from that, and tonight? It’s like it reopened old wounds and now I have this god-awful reminder twenty four-seven of what happened tonight.” You whispered, eyes still on the ceiling.

“I know what you mean, trust me,” you turned to face him. His eyes were on you, deep brown boring into your soul. “We can only try our best. But I can tell you that this time you don’t have to do it alone.” He offered a small smile.

“Can you come up here?” Your voice was small, afraid of rejection but also desperate for him to be by your side.

“Of course,” he breathed, and you scooted over, making room for him on the bed. He bent down and grabbed the blanket and the pillow on the floor. He put the pillow beside your own and slid under the covers with you, draping the blanket over the both of you.

You made sure there was a space in between the two of you, but you were both facing each other. The once suffocating, awkward silences you had shared were now comfortable.

Steve looked at you– really looked at you for the first time since the car ride to the railroad tracks. You looked exhausted to your core, your once bright eyes now dull and unfocused. Your nose was still at a crooked angle and your lips were parted ever so slightly. Despite all of it, you were one of the most beautiful– if not the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Steve almost kicked himself for never realizing just how breathtaking you were. You were also impossibly smart, witty, funny, caring, honest, and tough. It all clicked for Steve at that moment. He liked you. And he wasn’t mad about it. He didn’t get the sinking feeling he did when talking to other girls after Nancy. You just felt so… right. Everything about you was perfect.

“Do I have something on my face?” You questioned after he had been staring at you for a couple of silent minutes now. Your face grew hot under his gaze.

“No, no. I just kinda realized something. Even though it’s been practically staring at me in the face all day.” He laughed, tucking his arm under his head.

“I don’t think I could pick up on anything if it was staring at me in the face in the midst of the chaos today.” You smiled at his laugh. You liked it when he laughed because his eyes crinkled at the edges and his nose scrunched up ever so slightly. It was cute. “What is it?”

“You’re incredibly beautiful. It’s unfair.” He breathed, tongue poking out to lick his lips. A light smile grazed his face. You stared at him a moment longer before you started laughing.

“Oh my gosh, good one, Harrington.” You said in between giggles, shoving him in the chest playfully. Your laughter died down and Steve’s stare never left you. “Wait, you’re not joking?” You blinked, wide-eyed.

“Okay we need to work on your self esteem issues… but no, I’m not joking, Y/N.” You felt the air get knocked out of your lungs. You stared at him, probably looking like a fish out of water with your mouth agape.

“What?” Your voice was so quiet that it was barely heard by Steve. “You think I’m pretty? What about Nancy?”

“I prefer beautiful– drop dead gorgeous even,” he grinned at you, propping himself up on one of his elbows. “I loved Nancy, but I’ve moved on. Stuff wasn’t working between us and I don’t think it ever would’ve. It’s been like over half a year.”

“So you’re not in love with Nancy anymore?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Nope. I’ve found someone way better,” his eyes flicked from your lips to your eyes for a moment before– “Can I kiss you?”

You nodded dumbly, unable to form words and Steve snaked the hand he wasn't propped up with to your back, pulling you closer towards him. You looked up at him and he leaned down, lips meeting your own. His hand that was on your back moved to your side, finger brushing along your ribcage. You held his face in your hands, pulling him down farther into the kiss. He shifted to where his body was over your own, the hand that he was using to prop himself up moving to the side of your face. His tongue traced your bottom lip and you opened your mouth a bit, allowing him further access. You trailed your hands further down, hands running down his shoulders and gripping his forearms. The muscles in his arms twitched beneath your touch. The hand he had on your side moved down, going underneath your shirt and trailing upwards, fingers softly skimming your stomach. You gasped and Steve smirked into the kiss.

You pulled away, out of breath and rested your foreheads together, eyes still closed. His hand under your shirt continued to run up and down your body, retracing your form. Your hands squeezed his biceps and you finally opened your eyes. Steve was staring back at you, eyes crinkled at the edges and a dopey grin on his face.

“You are gorgeous, Y/N Henderson. You’re smart, witty, funny, brutally honest, kind hearted and so beautiful.” His breath tickled your nose and you smiled up at him.

“You are beautiful too, Steve Harrington. You’re brave, level-headed, compassionate, loyal, stubborn, goofy, and so beautiful.” You kissed him again, wishing you could relay the honesty in your words. The both of you pulled away and Steve laid back down beside you, hands still lingering on your skin. He pulled your back flush against his front and wrapped his arms around you. The two of you stayed like that for a while, enjoying each other's presence. A thought occurred to you.

“Max said something at the scrap yard earlier,” you turned your face just a bit towards Steve. He hummed, encouraging you to keep going. “She said she had noticed you staring longingly at me.” You chuckled as Steve scoffed.

“Okay I may have found myself staring at you once or twice.” He admitted, arms pulling you closer to him. He moved his face to the crook of your neck.

“She said you were staring longingly at my ass.” Steve shot up from the crook of your neck and cleared his throat, coughing a bit. You waited for his response.

“Yeah…” he paused, “maybe once or twice.”

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