#a great band to dance around the kitchen to

[kisses4reid]

not our scene | ·˚ ༘ spencer reid ,, - part 2

summary - an undercover mission causes realisations that otherwise would be squashed in denial

genre - fem!shy!reader x spencer, forced/wanted proximity, fake relationship -> real relationship, awkward idiots, fluff

warnings - awkwardness, mentions of trafficking and manipulation, realisations of love

w/c - 1.9k

a/n - second part!!! sorry for the cliffhanger that’s my favourite thing to do NOBODY COME AT ME. maybe third part/epilogue?? who knows. love y’all

The instrumental music that poured from the live band on the elevated stage came to a close, you and Spencer hovering on the opposite side of the expansive floors, discreetly keeping an eye on two large kitchen doors. The room erupted in applause, which you joined into, for the band, the man you assumed to be the main musician stood and bent at the hips with a sly smile - he knew he was good. The room quieted down to a small chatter from the abundance of people that filled the room. Women with large hats, velvet gloves, and bright lips cornered tall men in grey suits (or the other way around) and laughed like they’d known each other for many years. Men with peppering beards whispered to each other before letting out howls and pointing towards women who were not their wives. The wives stood silent. 

Spencer cleared his throat, breaking you out of your trance, “He’s been in there for around 10 minutes now. I’m gonna call it in, in case they’ve already got the tracker on him.” You nodded with a tight lipped smile, still recovering from the rollercoaster of emotions that dancing with Spencer had put you through. He glanced at you once more before holding down a button on his cuff and speaking out loud. You nodded along, in case anyone was watching - and also as a kind of self-soothing motion. 

You didn’t drink - well, not often. So when a different waiter came up to you both every 10 minutes asking if you’d like a variety of alcohol, you had to kindly decline each time. And each time you became more irritated. People laughed loudly, people danced in quick blurs, people came up to you both and stared at your dress for a little too long. Thankfully, Spencer took your hand (you’re still in love after all) and nodded with a smile that almost made you forget you were on a mission. 

The two of you escaped onto a balcony with a cold breeze accompanying the faster music that both of you wanted to avoid. Your night was already over, just as it started. One dance. You scolded yourself for wanting more, a longer night, for Webley to continue manipulating people. But you’ve done your job, you’ve completed your mission, and now you have to go home and act like all of it never happened.

“Great job, the officers have been notified and we’ve got a tracker on him now. You two can leave whenever-“

“I think we’ll stay for a bit.” Spencer spoke up, and it shocked you. It must’ve shocked Morgan too as the line went dead quiet. “Right, Y/n?” He gulped and eyed you with pleads. His tie was slightly askew, the wind flapping his jacket lightly, his eyes reflecting the stars that now hung high in the sky. 

“Y-yeah. This party’s actually…” You looked over the over-crowded floor, to your red and sore feet, to the bad alcohol standing on the waiter's trays. But then you looked over to Spencer. His eyes, his hair, his small smile, his red tie. “The party’s actually not that bad.” You say with a smile.

“Okay… don’t stay for too long. We don’t want everyone to be hung over for a flight home tomorrow.”

The balcony was made of white concrete pillars and marble floors, sconces of warm lights and vines of ivy that wrapped around the pillars and balcony like waves of seaweed. It was beautiful, just like the rest of the establishment, it was unfortunate its main use was to take advantage of innocent people. But you weren’t out there to think about that - at least that’s what you assumed. Spencer wouldn’t want to stay to talk about trafficking or crimes surely. 

In that moment, even after watching his small smile of excitement that you agreed to stay with him, all you wanted to do was kick off your shoes and take a goddamn breath. 

You walked over to the parapet of the balcony and was glad to see the top was a flat slab of concrete, just wide enough for you to pull yourself up and sit down. 

You sighed in relief, taking off your heels and letting them fall onto the shiny marble. 

Spencer followed your movements, standing next to you and looking out onto the view. City lights and stars blended in with each other from this angle. 

“Are you okay?” He asked gently. You smile, “That’s the third time you’ve asked me tonight. Do I look troubled?” He stood for a moment before turning his head towards you, his hair sweeping across his eyebrows in the breeze. “You look like you’d rather be anywhere else.” “Was it really that obvious?” “To me, yes… I think that if I didn’t pretend to enjoy tonight people would’ve been suspicious of us.” You frown slightly, “You didn’t enjoy the night?” “I didn’t enjoy the reason, nor the location. I enjoyed the people though.” He sends you a smile that makes your heart flutter and your cheeks redden. You hope he doesn’t see it in the dim lighting. 

Inside, the dance finishes and people clap, and you do too. Spencer glances at your hands and smirks slightly. “You don’t think they’re suspicious now? We danced once, and now we’re out here watching them like weirdos.” 

Spencer turned to lean on the balcony and look into the ballroom, shrugging. “We’re two young people in love,” he turned to look at you, eyes warm and deep, “alone time is what we need.” 

You bit the inside of your lip and stared at Spencer. His suit, his matching (skewed) tie, his hair and his eyes. He did the same to you, before gulping and looking down at the floor. He bent and picked up your shoes, turning them in his hands and observing. “These are too small for you.” You laugh at the obvious fact, “They’re JJ’s. She’s got the tiniest feet I’ve ever seen.” “You’re only one size above her.” “She wears high heels much more often than I do.” “You swap between sneakers and converse. You’ve only bought new shoes two times since I’ve known you. This is the second time I’ve seen you wear heels, and even then they were practically ballet shoes.” He smiled to himself like it was an inside joke. “Oh…” You looked down at your feet and realised he was exactly right, “I’m surprised you’re not wearing your black converse right now.” “Morgan didn’t let me. He said he was pressured to make me look good by all the girls.” He lifted a finger and turned fully towards you, “Did you know that sleeve buttons on suits were created to help doctors who worked in the war keep their sleeves up? Now, they’re a sign of intelligence and wealth. Also, a few weeks ago, you called me a grabologist because of my collection of ties, but did you know that the largest collection of suit ties is owned by a New Zealander woman called Irene Sparks. Now, I think I’d like to oppose that not with my own collection, but with Morgans.”

You smile at the memories of the girls dressing you up, fueling the sisterhood that the childhood version of you missed out on. You thought about Morgan, Hotch and maybe Rossi, and how they were probably dressing him up as well. It was truly a found family, something that you felt you belonged to. They knew your habits, they knew when you were lying, they knew a good portion of your past. And you knew all the same for the rest of them. But Spencer? 

Mentally, without realising, you had been creating essays for him since the day you met him. You made journal entries for everyone else, but for Spencer it was books on books of mental notes and facts and aspects of him and his life that you kept in the back of your mind, ready at any point to bring out and use. Why he wears mismatched socks, why he likes purple, why he can’t handle too many people talking at once, why he feels uncomfortable at hospitals, why he hasn’t contacted his father in years. And he knew no doubt even more about you. He had a talent for knowing your emotions and feelings like no one else could, and it made your heart palpitate every time he did it.

“I mean, you’ve seen my collection of ties but jeez, you’d think a guy who mainly wears t-shirts would keep his collection small. You’d like one of his, it's a green that matches that bedside table you painted once. Like those socks you got me last Christmas. But anyways, he somehow had a perfect red to match your… dress. Which by the way, I noticed a lot of people looking at you - and I don’t blame them. I think you look, um, I think you look incredible.” His rambling quietened down for a moment as he tried to avoid eye-contact with you, before he cleared his throat and continued on with his rambling (which mixed with compliments every second sentence). 

And suddenly, you realised this was all an excuse. You were in denial, so badly, that you thought of him as a subject of your devotion without stepping back and seeing the real picture. 

“Spencer…” You cut him off and he looked up with big eyes, surprised you spoke up. You were the only person that let him ramble, it may have been the only time you stopped him. “Wh- You wanna go home?” He saw your eyes, you looked in pain, in shock, in… “No, Spencer, I… Um.” You pressed your lips together and looked down - were you really going to say this? Were you really going to admit you loved the man in front of you without any evidence that he felt the same way? He was your coworker, your best friend. Everything could be ruined in just a few words. Suddenly, you wanted to take your train of thoughts back, to let him continue on with his rambling - it always calmed you down anyways.

Suddenly, his palm was held out in front of you with a small mint in the middle. You looked up at him and his worried but genuine smile. “Here,” he said softly. You took the mint in your hand and simply stared at it. To be loved, is to be known. “Um, Spencer. I…” His eyes were wanting, curious, they were so goddamn beautiful, “I… I love you.” 

His mouth gaped slightly and his cheeks reddened. Spencer gulped and fiddled with his fingers before chuckling nervously, “I was supposed to say it first.” “What?” “I was supposed to say I love you first.” You hopped down from the concrete railing, dress falling to cover your shins again. “I can take it back if you want.” You responded quickly. “No, no don’t take it back, even if you did I don’t think I could mentally accept that you had taken it back.” You covered your mouth with your hand and looked up at him in shock, “So you-” “I love you, too.” He nodded and took your hands from your mouth, holding them in his, “I have since the third week you’ve worked with the BAU.” 

“Oh, that’s great um…” You looked down at your intertwined hands and furrowed your eyebrows, “What do we do now?” “We could go to the McDonalds that’s a 10 minutes walk away or, I could kiss you.” He stared into your glistening eyes and wanted to pinch himself to see if this was actually happening. “I don’t-”

“You don’t like McDonalds, sorry, my brain is-”

“Just kiss me.” You replied exasperated.

“Okay.” He nodded and placed his hands on your waist.

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[barefoot-joker]

Against Heaven and Hell~Yandere!Adam X Reader X Yandere!Lucifer

Hello, everybody! Welcome back to my Hazbin Hotel hyperfixation! Today I bring you a Yandere! Adam vs Yandere! Lucifer story. I think this one turned out alright but let me know what you think. As always, enjoy and have a great day/night!

Words: 1972

Warnings: Swearing, Adam being Adam, Car Crash, Contract Signing, Kidnapping

I bit my lip as I looked at myself in the full length mirror. The girls and I were going out tonight and I wanted to look my best. It had been a few months since we’d seen each other after all. I smoothed out my black and red plaid pants and fluffed my black dress shirt. Deciding I was presentable enough I walked to my kitchen. I grabbed my keys off the counter, put on my black bomber jacket and black boots, and walked out my apartment door. I locked the door behind me and continued my way to the elevator. Hitting the button for the first floor, I found myself tapping my foot as I waited.

Ding!

The doors opened and I walked out. I headed to the parking garage to the left of my apartment building and walked up the few flights of stairs to my car. Since I was the designated driver I made sure a few days before my vehicle was nice and tidy. I put on some tunes as I drove down several blocks before arriving near the center of the city. I parked on a side street and pulled out my phone, texting Ashley that I was ready for them. I scrolled through social media for a few minutes when there was a tap on my window. I looked up and saw Ashley, Shiloh and Tiffany standing there. I unlocked the doors and they all got in. “Hey, girl! Long time no see!” Ashley, sitting in the passenger seat, gave me a tight hug.

“It’s nice to see all of you too. Gosh, it feels like it’s been forever.”

“It really has. But no time is like the present as they say!” Tiffany piped up from the back seat. 

We all nodded in agreement. “So, where should we go?”

“How about Tito’s? I heard they have a $3 special going on tonight.” Shiloh said.

“Tito’s it is then.”

With that I started the car and drove further into the city. We arrived at Tito’s around 7 pm and after parking the car, walked inside. The bar was quite busy that night with many couples sharing tables and others taking to the dance floor as a live band played. The four of us took to a booth across from the bar and ordered our drinks. The girls had gotten some classics like a gin and tonic, old fashioned and Manhattan while I just had my favorite soda. I was the designated driver after all. We sat and chatted for hours, and it soon was 10 pm and my friends were wasted. I struggled to carry all of them to the car as they giggled drunkenly, grasping onto me tightly. “Oh my god, Y/n! You’re so cute, you know that?” Shiloh said, giggling slightly.

“Yeah, yeah.”

I had to lean Tiffany and Shiloh against the back door as I struggled to put Ashley in. “Stop, Y/n! That tickles! Stop!”

I grunted as I managed to get her in with her seat belt on. Quickly I rounded to the back of the car and started to get Shiloh in. Tiffany slid to the ground and started to laugh uncontrollably. This was going to be a rough night.

It took about 15 minutes but I had finally gotten everybody in the car. I drove everybody back to Ashley’s apartment and started to unload them into the hallway. “Y/n, please stay. We can like have a big sleepover!” Ashley slurred.

“Sorry, honey. I’ve got work in the morning. But I’m sure Tiffany and Shiloh wouldn’t mind your company.”

I leaned down to the “Welcome” mat by Ashley’s door and grabbed the spare key. Unlocking the door, I dragged in all three girls. I placed Ashley on her armchair and Shiloh and Tiffany on the couch. Once I made sure they were all cozy, I snuck out before they could grab onto me. I made sure to replace the key under the mat before I walked back to my car. 

The drive home was a bit chaotic. There were lots of people on the streets wandering around due to it being a Friday night and night life was hopping. I was placed out of my thoughts as my light turned green. I was in the middle of the intersection when suddenly my car was struck on the side by a much larger vehicle. I tried to regain control of the wheel as my stomach clenched, however, the car began to flip. I couldn’t even get a scream out as another car came and smashed into the front of mine. I could feel the car being slid across the road before slamming into a building. My head flew forwards and smacked into the wheel before flying back. My vision was doubling as I heard faint screams from the street. Just as my eyes began to close, I could have sworn I saw golden wings descending from the sky.

Before I even opened my eyes, I could feel warmth around me. It didn’t feel like a blanket or anything more like the Sun beaming down upon me. I slowly opened my eyes only to be blinded by bright light. Everything seemed to be overly saturated as I looked around and the gentle humming of violins filled the air. I sat up with a groan and held my head, a slight dull pain hitting it. What happened?

Suddenly, a set of double white doors flew open and revealed a tall, large man in a white, gold and purple robe, a demon looking mask on his face with black horns scraping behind his head. Beside him a smaller female with a black and white devilish mask, gray dress and white and black wings stood. “Ah good, you’re finally awake, babe.”

“Who are you?”

“Adam, first man. Autographs are extra, sweetheart. And this is Lute, my assistant.”

I just stared at him. What in the world? “Um, I hate to ask, but where am I?”

“You’re in Heaven, toots!”

“H-Heaven? You mean like Heaven and Hell Heaven?”

Adam’s yellow eyes rolled. “Duh! What other Heaven do you know of?”

My hands touched my chest and then my face. If I’m here does that mean-

“You’re not dead if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“Then how’d I get here? I thought only dead people saw the Pearly Gates?”

Adam’s smile grew wide and the sight of fangs alarmed me. “I may have pulled a few strings to get you here. Please hold the applause. You can thank me later.”

“Um, okay.”

“I’ll give you a few minutes to collect yourself, but don’t keep me waiting for too long.”

He snapped his fingers and the two left. When the doors closed, I took a few moments to breathe. What exactly happened? All I could remember was driving back home from Ashley’s apartment, getting into a huge car crash and golden wings descending from the sky. Could that have been Adam? But then did he know I was going to get into a wreck? Could angels predict that sort of stuff? 

I shook my head and stood up from the bed I was on. Looking down I was in a light blue medical gown and my feet were bare. Was I in a hospital back on Earth? “You almost ready in there, babe? It’s been a while.”

“C-coming.”

“Not without me I hope.”

I stopped before the door. Did he say what I think he said? Whatever.

I opened it and stepped out. “Finally. Now come on, toots. Let the first man show you around!”

Before I could say anything, he slung a tight arm around my shoulders, and we walked off. 

Heaven wasn’t quite what I expected. It was almost like the city I lived in just without what would be considered sin. Every angel smiled and waved as the three of us walked by and it was almost sickening how happy everybody was. “So how do you like Heaven, babe? Does it surpass your expectations?”

“I guess. I wasn’t really expecting to be here. How did I get here again?”

“That doesn’t matter. The important thing is that we’re together! Especially now that you’ve got a real man in your life!”

“Sir, you said you’d hold off on that information.”

“Oh what’s the big deal, Lute? Toots will be stuck here anyway.”

I stopped walking and the two turned to look at me. “Stuck here? What are you talking about? You said I wasn’t dead.”

“Not yet. But as soon as my favor goes through then you’re all mine, sweetheart.”

“F-favor? Are you going to kill me?!”

“Eh, sacrifices need to be made. But I can assure you my dick is good.” He winked.

“Get away from me!”

I bolted as fast as I could. “Lute, grab her!”

I could hear the flapping of wings as I continued to run. Just as I was rounding a corner, I could feel myself falling. It wasn’t fast but more like floating back to Earth. The light around me dissipated into a grayness and I felt myself land softly.

My eyes flickered open and it took me a few minutes to realize I was in a hospital room. I sat up quickly and looked around frantically. I couldn’t see any angels around, so I leaned back in bed. A knock sounded at the wooden door and in walked a short man with blonde hair. He had on a white dress shirt and red tie, white pants and black boots. He stopped by the side of my bed and a pleased smile graced his lips. “Thank goodness you’re alright. I thought you’d never wake up. You were in a coma for a few days.”

“You are?”

“Oh, forgive me, where are my manners? Dr Morningstar at your service. You were in quite the accident, little lady.” 

“What happened?”

“From what we were told it was quite the fatal car crash. I’m not sure how it happened, but it seems like Heaven willed it to occur.”

He grit his teeth when he mentioned the glorious upstairs. Odd.

He went back to smiling at me and I couldn’t tell if it was the lighting, but his eyes appeared red. “The most important thing is we get you better. I’m sure your husband is worried about you.”

“Oh, I’m not married.”

“I see.”

His gaze dropped to my hand and I became uncomfortable with how long it lingered there. “Well, I’d better let you rest. I’ll be back later to check up on you.”

He bowed and exited the room, closing the door behind him. What is with today?

Over the next few weeks Dr Morningstar helped me recover. My friends came and visited a couple of times which was nice. I was told I could go home at any time soon. It was late one night when Dr Morningstar came into my room. “Alrighty then Y/n, I have your discharge papers right here.”

He handed me a stack of paperwork. “I just need you to sign the bottom.”

“Of course.”

I did as he said when suddenly the lights started to flicker. The room slightly shook as Dr Morningstar suddenly summoned a cane with an apple on top. “W-what’s going on?”

“You my dear, just signed your soul to me.”

“W-what?!”

“I didn’t want to trick you like this I promise, but it needed to be done. Adam was getting too close to you.”

How could he know about Adam? 

“The douchebag spilled everything to me, trying to make me jealous I guess. But sad to say, you’re now mine.”

He walked closer and I attempted to run but was met with a whack to the head. “Sweet dreams, darling.”

My eyes couldn’t quite process the six wings and horns that my doctor gained as they closed.

Everything faded to black.

[estellan0vella]

Wolves Older Brother Sukuna AU HFBU

The difference in music tastes between you and Sukuna is a well-known fact in your household. You thrive on the upbeat, poppy tunes that keep your spirits high, while Sukuna prefers the gritty, heavy sounds that make your ears want to cry. He puts up with most of your music choices out of love, but there's one band that's his ultimate no-go: One Direction.

Despite his protests, you have a secret weapon: Yuji, the little bundle of energy and charm who can make even the sternest of faces soften. Today, you plan to use that weapon.

"Suku!" Yuji runs into the living room, clutching a toy microphone. "I have a surprise for you!"

Sukuna looks up from his book, raising an eyebrow. "Oh? What kind of surprise?"

You walk in, struggling to suppress a grin. "You'll see. Yuji, are you ready?"

Yuji nods enthusiastically. "Ready!"

You settle on the couch next to Sukuna, who gives you a suspicious look. "What are you up to, woman?"

"Just wait," you reply, patting his knee.

Yuji stands in front of the TV, the toy microphone in hand. He takes a deep breath and begins to sing, his little voice filling the room with the familiar tune of 'Wolves' by One Direction.

"I hear them calling for you, I hear them calling for you..." 

Sukuna's eyes widen in horror as he realizes what's happening. He looks at you, and you just give him a sweet smile. He grumbles but doesn't interrupt. Yuji is performing his heart out, and there's no way Sukuna can resist his brother's enthusiasm.

Yuji's rendition is adorable, with him dancing and singing with all the confidence of a seasoned performer. You join in, mouthing the words and clapping along. Sukuna, despite his initial resistance, can't help but smile a little.

When the song ends, Yuji takes a dramatic bow. "Thank you, thank you!"

You clap loudly. "Bravo, Yuji! That was amazing!"

Sukuna sighs, shaking his head but clapping nonetheless. "Yeah, good job, kid."

Yuji beams and runs over to you, climbing onto the couch between you and Sukuna. "Did you like it, Suku?"

Sukuna ruffles Yuji's hair. "You did great, but next time, let's pick a different song, okay?"

Yuji giggles. "Okay!"

A few days later, you're in the kitchen, humming along to 'Wolves' as it plays on your phone. You're so absorbed in the music that you don't notice Sukuna entering the room. He stands there for a moment, watching you with a small smile.

"Still listening to that, huh?" he asks, startling you.

You turn to face him, grinning. "It's a good song, Kuna. You should give it a chance."

He walks over and, to your surprise, holds out his hand. "Dance with me?"

Your eyes widen in surprise, but you place your hand in his. "Really?"

"Really," he says, pulling you close. "But just this once."

As you start to sway to the music, you rest your head against his chest. "You're full of surprises."

"Only for you, baby," he murmurs, his voice soft as he twirls you before pulling you close.

The two of you move slowly around the kitchen, Sukuna's strong arms holding you securely. The moment is sweet and intimate, a rare display of tenderness from him. You close your eyes, savouring the feeling.

Just then, Yuji bursts into the room, singing loudly along with the song. "In the middle of the night when the wolves come out. They head straight for your heart-"

You and Sukuna laugh as Yuji joins your impromptu dance party, his small body bouncing around with boundless energy. Sukuna lifts him up, holding him in one arm while still holding you with the other.

The three of you spin around the kitchen, the music filling the room with joy. Yuji's laughter is infectious, and soon all three of you are singing and dancing together.

As the song comes to an end, you're all breathless from laughter. Sukuna sets Yuji down and pulls you close again, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"Maybe One Direction isn't so bad after all," he admits, his voice gruff but sincere.

You smile up at him. "Told you so."

Yuji tugs on Sukuna's pant leg. "Can we do it again?"

Sukuna chuckles, looking at you. "What do you say, babe? One more time?"

You nod, happiness bubbling up inside you. "One more time."

And so, with the music playing and your little family dancing together, the kitchen becomes your own personal concert hall. The sight of Sukuna, usually so stern and intimidating, twirling you around while Yuji sings his little heart out is something you'll cherish forever.

The next few days are filled with a new tradition of sorts. Every evening, when dinner is done and the dishes are cleared, you put on a playlist of your favourite songs. Despite Sukuna's initial protests, he slowly warms up to the routine, especially with Yuji's enthusiastic participation.

One evening, as the three of you lounge on the couch, Yuji turns to you with his big, hopeful eyes. "Y/N/N, can I do the concert again?"

You glance at Sukuna, who's trying to look indifferent but failing miserably. He catches your gaze and gives a small, resigned nod.

"Alright, Yuji," you say, ruffling his hair. 

Yuji jumps up, running to grab his toy microphone. Sukuna rolls his eyes but can't hide the small smile tugging at his lips.

As Yuji starts singing 'Wolves' again, you and Sukuna sit back and watch. There's something incredibly heartwarming about seeing the little boy give his all, and you can't help but feel a swell of love for both Yuji and Sukuna.

When the song ends, Yuji collapses onto the couch, panting and grinning. "Did I do good?"

"You did amazing, Yuji," you say, pulling him into a hug.

Sukuna nods, reaching over to tousle his brother's hair. "Yeah, kid. You were great."

Yuji beams, his eyes sparkling with joy. "Can we do it again tomorrow?"

"Maybe," Sukuna says, glancing at you. "If Y/N/N wants to."

You smile, knowing exactly what that means. "We'll see, Yuji. Now, how about some ice cream?"

Yuji's eyes light up even more. "Yes, please!"

[1d1195]

Faking It

Sometimes while I'm listening to music, things just pop into my head about Harry and I have to write it out real fast before I forget. This is just a little random blurb that I’m posting for no reason.

best friend/roommate!reader x famous!Harry

Warnings: sexual tension, sexual wording

Not proofread (written in my drafts on my phone)

Harry is watching her dance her little heart out to whatever is playing in her ears while she aggressively folds the sheets and towels out of the dryer. He can hear the music playing from where he's standing in the kitchen getting a glass of water. They've been best friends for years and since Harry is often on tour, it's nice to have someone keep an eye on his place, water the flowers, and just...be there when he gets home or shoots home during one of his quick breaks.

She's funny and lovely. One of his favorite people. She doesn't mind acting silly around him and doesn't care if he never cleans up when he's home. "I just like when my best friend is here," she says.

"What are y'even listening to?" She turns down the music so she can hear him.

"It's called Little White Lies, it's by this great band. M'sure you've heard of them: One Direction?" She has the most impish smile on her lips.

He stares at her and blinks slowly. He hates when she does this. It's so annoying. But he finds her adorable anyway. It's been a while since he's been home and he likes seeing her in her element. As if he weren't here. He likes that she's comfortable with him. It feels...like home.

But then, since she's his best friend, she has to go and ruin it.

She shrugs. "Y'know, Harry. Bet you would get a nice girlfriend if they knew they didn't have to fake orgasms around you all the time," she winked at him pushing the laundry basket toward the hallway to the bedrooms before she starts in on the second load of clothing.

He doesn't want to know. If he asks, he'll regret it. "What are y'on 'bout?" He tilted his head back. It was one of those conversations he knew he was going to be exhausted by before it even started.

"When she's alone she goes home to a cactus. In a black dress, she's such an actress?" She quoted his own lyrics to him but phrased it as a question. "Such an actress?" She repeated. "Too bad Harry," she tisks. "You even gotta talk about a dildo being a cactus...like one of the rabbit ones,” she giggled.

Harry wonders if he strangles her if they'll question him first. He's a popstar after all. "M'gonna kill you," he says darting toward her around the half kitchen wall to tickle her. She squeals and takes off to the other side of the room, hiding behind the couch.

"Cause you've been telling me, all night with your little white lies."

"Nobody fakes orgasms with me," he grumbled. "Liam and Louis wrote that song."

She smirked. "Sensitive. I don't mean anything by it," she giggles. "Just think it's funny."

"I'll prove it," he says hopping on the couch and reaching over to grab her before she can escape. She squeals at his aggressive hold as he tosses her down (gently) onto the sofa. "Take y'pants off," he orders.

"Harry," she gasps, face blushing. The headphones fall from her ears, her phone drops to the floor.

"Take 'em off," he repeats. "You'll see."

"Harry," she whispers breathlessly. "I was just kidding."

But his eyes are hungry now. He's looking her over if he's just noticing that she's a girl. A beautiful, adorable, pain-in-the-butt, girl. His best friend that he adores with all his heart. "M'not," his voice is low. Her heart hammers erratically against her ribs.

She can't say she hasn't been dreaming of this. She wants this. She doesn't believe she'll have to fake it. But she doesn't want to force him to do it to prove a point. "Harry," she tries again, but her voice is weak. The protest is faint in her voice. "You don't have--"

"Bet y'have t'fake it all the time, hmm?" He's hovering above her. His legs straddling her hips, his arms pinning her shoulders down. She can't move her gaze from his. She's immobile. He drops his mouth to her ear. "Don't you?" He murmurs so lowly it vibrates all through her body. Right to the space between her thighs. “Bet y'dream about me when m'not here. When you're with someone else,” his lips brush the pulse along the side of her neck. He kisses the space at the bottom of her throat. "I dream about you when m’alone,” her brain is spinning to keep up. She was just joking him. He was too brave to admit that. She’s terrified she’s going to mess up. But he’s inhaling her skin like he’s sniffing out a weakness. Her whole body is one weak spot for him. “S'that why y'like it so much?" He mumbles. "S'that why y'like m'song. Because you're an actress for everyone else? You're not gonna be an actress for me, right? You're gonna be a good girl and not tell me any little white lies?" He asks it as a question, but she knows it's a statement.

"Harry," it was her last chance to protest.

“No, love. M’sure,” he promise sensing the question in just the way she uttered his name. Maybe the benefit to being her best friend he knew what she was thinking. Always. “Jus’ say the word, love,” his lips are a breath away. If she inhales too deeply or exhales at all she’ll be kissing Harry Styles. “Do y’want me t’prove it?”

His eyes are so green his skin smells so good. She can’t breathe or move.

“Yes.”

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Oh my hey! Please, if you haven't already, please, could you do if you haven't please do favorite singer and song of the sdv bachelor/ettes

Oh, this is the first time I've posted an ask about a topic like this, so I hope I did it right. Thanks for the question, and have a great day! 🫰💕

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SDV bachelors:

Harvey's radio will always play Louis Daniel Armstrong or Ella Jane Fitzgerald because the doctor loves listening to jazz. If he wants something more energetic, Harvey will switch to the Latin music radio channel. He's sure to start dancing in the kitchen when Pete Rodríguez's "I Like It Like That" comes on. With music like that, cooking dinner becomes more interesting and fun.

It may sound pretty cliche, but Alex will definitely have a workout playlist with songs from the 80s rock and roll, pop rock and metal genres. Stan Bush ("Touch", "Fight for survive", "Never surrender"), Paul Engemann ("Push it to the limit, "The Eagle Lands"), Survivor ("Eye of Tiger"), Judas Priest ("All guns blazing", "The Sentinel") would be his favorites.

I'm sure Sebastian will be a fan of alternative rock (Nirvana - "Smell like teen spirit" and "Lithium"), emo-core (Taking back Sunday - "Cute without an "E") and electronic rock (almost all Celldweller albums, his favourite album is "Wish upon a Blackstar"). I also think that Sebby often likes to enjoy breakcore, not really remembering the specific artists and listening to whatever he likes. This is how I imagine Sebastian trying to explain to his mom what breakcore is (Warning: loud).

It's quite difficult with Sam because he's a real melomaniac. He listens to absolutely everything and almost all the time. Depending on his mood, he can listen to both heavy metal and pop music. However, the most frequently played bands in his music player are definitely the Beatles (his two favourite albums are "Help" and "Yellow submarine"), Coldplay ("Yellow") and Arctic Monkeys (the album"AM"). And also any popular song that gets stuck in his head (California girls we're unforgettable, daisy dukes bikini on top-).

Classics for Elliott! Our dear writer - and without masterpieces of classical music? Unthinkable! Mozart, Beethoven, Tchaikovsky, Vivaldi, Grieg, Debussy - all either playing in his little radio on the table, or the writer himself sits down at his piano and plays music by famous composers. He also loves modern classical music, and sometimes light jazz.

Shane listens to rock and heavy metal like Metallica, Ramstein, AC/DC all the time and you won't change my mind (I'll fight for that headcanon). I like to think he just lies on his bed, turns on his music player and plays the loudest heavy rock you can imagine in his headphones. One of his favourite songs that he listens to all the time is "For whom the bell tolls" (Metallica).

SDV bachelorettes:

Actually, I always thought that Maru would like synthwave and retrowave genre. I don't know why, but it would be just her style to include a playlist with synthwave artists (all Home songs, especially "Resonance" and "Head first"). If this genre is a too calm and the young inventor wants something a bit more energetic, her choice would be Daft Punk (Around the world, around the woooooooooooooorld!) or Disclosure ("Grab her" and "Omen" are her favorite songs).

Abigail's choices are quite chaotic. One moment she can listen to dark electro (Owl vision - "Horus" and "Holy shit"), and the next moment the amethyst lover admires folk music and promises herself that she will also learn to play the flute (Percival Schuttenbach - almost all songs, but especially "Karanfilce" and "Lazare", as well as Sowulo - the whole album "Sol"). She is also a lover of video game soundtracks and dark ambient. As I said before, pretty chaotic music taste.

All the popular pop, dance-pop and R&B you can think of - that's what Haley's playlist is. Ariana Grande, Doja Cat, Rihanna, Beyoncé, Britney Spears.... Haley doesn't have a particular favourite song, she likes everything. In the evening she likes to listen to the same pop and dance music songs, but in slowed down version + reverb.

Emily just can't live without energetic dance music. She could probably compete with Sam for the title of Starview Valley's music lover. And the genres can be diverse: from electro-swing (Caravan Palace) to Latin music (don't play Kaoma - "Lambada" in front of her, otherwise she will drag you to dance), from RnB (Beyoncé) to disco (Bee Gees).

When classical music is played, Penny falls into a melancholic mood. She is particularly affected by Claude Debussy's cycle of six piano pieces "Children's Corner", and she loves to listen to the piano version and the orchestra version equally. Besides classics, the young teacher also likes to listen to Enya (she always sheds tears when she listens to "May it be" or "Aniron"). But Penny will shed real rivers of tears if she hears the soundtrack from Titanic (especially "Hymn to the Sea").

If you ask Leah about her favourite music, the artist will name you a few groups of indie music and alternative music. After all, those are her favourite genres. In her free time, she sometimes likes to relax listening to Slenderbodies (especially "Belong" and "Opal ocean"), or Glass Animals (she can listen to the whole "Zaba" album all day long and she won't get bored). Leah also loves listening to songs by the indie duo King of Convenience (especially "Mrs Cold").

[midnightloversmusic]

oh my gosh hi!!!! my brain has been fermenting like two zillion & a half poly marauders ideas SO I HOPE YOU DONT MIND me dumping them here (incase theyre of any interest)

the whole band thing w the marauders except reader too oh my gosh.

or anything with kids, id die.

introductions to the muggle world???? especially sirius & james.

ANYWAYS lavalavayouu

STOP I LITERALLY JUST SAW A TIKTOK W/ THIS DAD PLAYING A SONG ON GUITAR TO HIS DAUGHTER AND I IMMEDIATELY THOUGHT OF JAMES THIS IS SO PERFECT!! I am also about to go to sleep so please don’t yell at me if this is all over the place. love youuuu thank you for requesting!

masterlist

band!poly marauders x gn reader

After your daughter was born you and your boys decided it would be best to take a break from touring and creating albums for a year to spend as much time as possible with your little girl. During that time none of you completely stopped writing and playing music, but you were prioritizing family time.

Now that your daughter turned one just over a month ago you decided it’s time to start working on a new album. You planned to bring up the idea to them after your daughter went to bed. You all took turns putting her to sleep and tonight it happened to be remus’ turn.

You were sitting on the couch in the family room braiding sirius’ hair as he sat on the floor in front of you, telling you about a new concept for a song he came up with that he just can’t seem to find the words for. He’s been begging you to do a french braid in his hair because he can figure out how to do one plus, you think to yourself, he really likes having his hair played with. Knowing this you take extra time to run your hands through his hair and scratch a little at his scalp.

James is in the kitchen attempting to make hot chocolate while also dancing to Christmas songs playing in the background. From your spot on the couch you are able to see the exact moment he tried to spin while holding cocoa mix and ended up spilling it all over himself and on the floor. You snort.

Remus finally emerges from your daughter bedroom and takes a spot next to you on the couch.

“Hi, love”

He says softly planting a soft kiss on your forehead and leaning down to give Sirius’ shoulder an affectionate squeeze.

When you look up from your loving stare at your boyfriends you are met with the sight of James clumsily trying to carry four mugs of hot chocolate over to you, Remus, and Sirius.

When everyone finally settles down and you all fall into a comfortable silence you decide to ask about the album.

“Hey, we said we’d wait a year to do anything music related and it’s been just over one. I was wondering if you all are ready to make a new album? I know the fans are supportive of us taking a year off for our daughter but i can tell they are anxious for a new album and I think it’s time, you know?”

You end with a questioning tone, while waiting for their answers you fiddle with the end of the braid you finished in Sirius’ hair.

“You know i’m more than ready babe, you just listened to me rant about a song idea for ten minutes straight!”

Sirius says enthusiastically from his spot on the floor, smiling up at you.

James nods in agreement.

“I’ve missed making music, i’ve been coming up with some really promising things on the drums lately. I think it’s a great idea to start back up!”

You smile at him, happy that both James and Sirius were thinking the same thing as you. Remus looks hesitant though,

“I think it’s a great idea, and i’ve been anxious to get back to the studio but I just want to make sure we aren’t jumping into this too quick. We have to pace ourselves and really go slower this time around. I want to make time for our daughter and I want her to be a part of the process.”

Remus says.

“Well obviously Moony! We wouldn’t dream of making an album without her, she’s our muse for crying out loud!”

Sirius exclaims, turning his body to completely face remus and give him a humorously exasperated look.

“So it’s settled then?” James questioned from the floor.

“time to make a new album” you say as a smile takes over your face.

[trashpandato]

Maroon

It’s a good afternoon. No, scratch that, it’s a great afternoon. Kara has been home for a few hours, the city finally quiet for a bit. It’s the first time in weeks that she’s had time to herself, to relax, to do what she wants.

And what she wants is to dance in her kitchen, her music as loud as she dares to play it in her apartment building.

It’s loud enough that apparently she doesn’t hear Lena come in. She lets out a surprised squeak when she feels hands touch her shoulder and whirls around only to see her friend in her kitchen with an amused smile on her face.

“Lena! I didn’t hear you come in.”

“I can tell. I knocked, but you didn’t answer. I could hear you in here, though. I hope it’s okay that I let myself in?”

“Of course.” 

Kara pulls her into a hug. A new song is just starting and Kara can see Lena wrinkle her nose in that adorable way, a sign that she might not be a fan.

“What do you have against Maroon 5?”

Lena steps back from their hug and shrugs. “It’s just not my kind of music. Wasn’t their lead singer caught sending inappropriate texts to a younger woman while married?

Kara pauses as she watches Lena shed her coat and hang her purse up by the door. 

“Was he? I missed that. What a jerk.”

Lena shrugs again. “I mean, sure. But I guess that’s his personal business. If you like their music, don’t stop dancing on my account.”

“You sure?”

Kara would be more than happy to switch to a new playlist. She knows how much Lena loves NSYNC, for example.

“Mm. Though, I did like them better when they were still called Kara’s Flowers.”

Kara is in the middle of unlocking her phone to open up her music app. She frowns.

“What?”

“Their band,” Lena confirms. “Maroon 5. It was called Kara’s Flowers initially. Apparently they all had a crush on the same girl when they named their band.”

“Really? How do you know all that?”

It’s then that Lena’s demeanor visibly changes. There’s a bright blush staining her cheeks and her ears look hot. She’s fiddling with her fingers, unable to meet Kara’s gaze.

“I, um, I might have Googled songs and your name one night and it came up.”

The admission stops Kara dead in her tracks.

“You…what?”

“I wanted to make you a mixtape,” Lena stammers, her voice quiet. “Well. A playlist. Unless you want an actual tape. I’m sure I can sort that out, too. But you would need something to play it on, so just let me know if you’d prefer that.”

The admission unleashes something in Kara, something that’s been buzzing beneath her skin for a while.

“Come here,” she whispers, her hands reaching for Lena and pulling her close. 

She lets one hand trail up along Lena’s arm, along the side of her neck, feels Lena’s pulse quicken where her palm rests against warm skin.

Then, she leans in.

It’s slow and measured. She wants to give Lena every opportunity to stop her, to pull back. But Lena doesn’t. Instead, she closes the distance first and presses her lips against Kara’s. Lightly at first, waiting, and Kara knows it’s a question that she’s more than happy to answer. She pushes back against those lips more firmly.

Kara’s not sure how long they stand there, kissing in her kitchen, Maroon 5 still blaring in the background. When she pulls back, Lena looks flushed, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

“If I had known that this would be your response to me promising to make you a mixtape, I would have done it long ago.”

Kara huffs out a laugh but leans back in for another kiss.

[luminouslywriting]

hi! if you don't mind could you maybe do band of brothers guys (who you include is your choice) and what it'd be like to go on a first date with them after being friends and/or serving together? (extra extra bonus points if you don't mind doing male!reader, like that other anon said, there's a real lack of it in this fandom, but no worries if not :-))

Hi Hon! This was such a sweet request :) I decided to keep this gn! reader as I myself am not a man and worry about writing from a male perspective accurately or fairly 😅 hopefully this is neutral enough that it makes you happy though! Cut for length, really oddly wholesome (which is not my usual brand haha), more under the cut:

Dick Winters:

-The first date is a very traditional one...he's been waiting what feels like FOREVER to ask you out

-So a picnic it is, with him holding your hand and quietly watching the sunset as you eat and talk together

-It might even end in a kiss as he walks you to your door at the end of it all

Lewis Nixon:

-This man wants to go all out and wants it to be romantic af—so wine tasting and charcuterie boards while slow music plays in the background

-There's a fair amount of flirting and making out

-He's very dedicated to ensuring that you have a great first date with him and that it expresses the depths of his feelings for you

Ronald Speirs:

-Is really low-key about the first date and just wants to be in your company and have a good time.

-He invites you over to his place for dinner and wants to cook for you. He's actually a very good cook and you help him in the kitchen.

-Definitely ends in a makeout session

Buck Compton:

-MUSEUM DATE—LISTEN, this academic of a man just wants to take you somewhere cool and show you things and info-dumps a little bit

-The conversation is a 10/10 and he gets really soft expressing how he feels about you

-And he walks you home afterwards with a sweet kiss

Carwood Lipton:

-The first movie that you two watch after the war is It's A Wonderful Life and the two of you are just discussing so many domestic details

-He's literally head over heels and imaging a future life with you already

-Ends in a cuddle session :)

Joe Liebgott:

-A nice drive in the evening to watch the sunset and listen to some soft music

-Makeout session in the car, absolutely. He's a handsy man anyhow haha.

-Probably gets you home well after when you were supposed to be and you two are grinning like a bunch of teenagers.

Donald Malarkey:

-A game night with some friends! He just wants to do some fun games and get to know you better.

-It's a really sociable double date and helps the two of you get super comfortable with one another.

-Shyly expresses that he loves you at the end of the date.

Eugene Roe:

-He wants to go dancing with you and doesn't necessarily care if it's in public or in private

-In fact, if it's just the two of you, he'll take you to a romantic spot overlooking a boardwalk and the two of you will dance and quietly talk together

-Some soft kisses and singing together is definitely a part of this

Bill Guarnere:

-Takes you to a car show and has a great time talking to you about his childhood and the things he's interested in. He wants to do something revolving around one of your hobbies next time :)

-After the car show, he takes you back to have dinner with his family and really sweetly introduces them all to you

-Definitely expresses that he loves you at the end of the date

Joe Toye:

-Probably invites you to a holiday event like a Christmas fair and takes you shopping

-He loves seeing how excited you get at the different booths and when you try new foods

-Probably ends in a kiss under the mistletoe

George Luz:

-A comedy show is your first stop together on the date

-Good food, good conversation, and a laugh? It's perfect for George Luz and getting to know you better

-Probably dances around with you on your porch before leaving you with a kiss

[raapija]

Hi. Could you please write a little something about strollonso raising the two babies? Like their experience with the twins when they were just a few months old maybe? About being parents for the first time. And the older kids meeting the twins and interacting with them. Sorry if this doesn't make sense.

Thanks for this cute prompt ! <3 Have fun reading, and I hope you like it !

summary: It's a couple months into Lance and Nando having the twins. The house is a mess and both of them are dying from sleep deprivation, but other than that, it's going great ! Also, Charlos come to visit... warnings: no warnings babes <3

Fernando was spread on his and Lance's bed, every limb pointing to a different direction like a starfish. He was on the brink of falling asleep, when he heard the baby monitor go off, a small cry coming from the other end. He dragged his hands over his face and sighed, laying for a couple seconds more before heaving himself up and making his way downstairs.

Lucía had woken up and was now crying like a fire-siren, making Fernando's ears ring as he entered the babies' room. He carefully got the little girl into his arms, resting her against his chest and shoulder. He rocked her gently and shushed her, while walking over to Jayden's crib to check on him, too.

"Increíble..." he said under his breath as he saw the boy was still fast asleep, completely clueless to his sister's crying from before.

Fernando made his way towards the kitchen, opening the fridge to get a bottle of already pre-made baby formula. He then sat down at the dinner table, holding the baby girl safely on his lap and slipping the bottle into her mouth.

After Lucía had finished eating, he got her back up into his arms to burb her. And oh boy, did she burb.

"Ay, dios mío, mi pequeña niña." Fernando fanned the air around them with his hand. The little girl could produce some of the nastiest smells.

¬

After he had gotten Lucía settled back into her crib and she had fallen asleep, Fernando made his way to the living room to find his husband passed out on the couch. His hair was a mess, his shirt was probably on backwards and he was literally drooling. Fernando thought he looked a bit ridiculous, but in a charming, endearing kind of way.

Lance was clutching another baby monitor in his hand and Fernando gently got it out of his fingers. Lance stirred a little in his sleep, and Fernando's heart skipped a beat as he got spooked that he had woken him up. But alas, Lance was still far away in his dreams.

Fernando decided to stuff the baby monitor into the kangaroo pocket on his hoodie and then go prepare something to eat for the two of them. He was a terrible cook, but he figured Lance would appreciate the gesture either way.

He popped one of his favorite CD's in the kitchen radio, El Sueño de Morfeo was the band. He put the volume on low and danced around the kitchen, humming along with the melody and throwing together a mix of leftovers. He even chopped some fresh tomatoes to go with it. Fernando had always told Lance if there was someone he would marry instead of him, it was the lead singer of the band, Raquel. And Lance would always sneer at him and say he would marry some sleazy hockey player from the Habs that Fernando refused to remember the name of.

¬

Fernando gently poked on Lance's arm to try and wake him up. When the poking didn't work, he tried kissing him like a Disney princess that had fallen into a deep slumber. No luck there either. He looked at him a bit longer before growing impatient.

"Wake up, idiot." he barked and Lance jolted awake, looking around in a panic and then slumping back down when he saw Fernando smirking at him.

"Hello, churri. I made you dinner." Fernando cooed and Lance rubbed his eyes.

"How long was I asleep for? Are the kids okay?" he croaked and sat up. Fernando kissed him on the cheek and then hurried off to the dinner table to pull one chair from under it, beckoning for Lance to come over. After Lance had managed to drag his body over and sat down, he went to grab him his plate, placing it before him with unnecessary flair. Lance scowled at him and then started to pick through the food with his fork, trying to figure out just what exactly it was he was about to put into his mouth.

"Bebés are fine. I fed Lucy about half an hour ago, both sleeping." Fernando said and watched Lance's expression go from doubt to pleasant surprise when he tasted the food.

"I'm impressed." the Canadian said and took another forkful, seemingly hungry from his sleep. Fernando smiled and dug in himself.

¬

Next morning, Fernando was shuffling around the house trying not to make too much noise while tidying up. He had his arms full with a selection of milk bottles, rattle toys, teddies and onesies.

Carlos was coming over to see the twins for the first time in a month and he was bringing sweet and lovely Charles with him. Oliver was staying with Charles's parents, which had made Fernando's blood boil when they had told him last night over the phone. He wanted to hold his grandson, maybe steal him from them for good. He was so adorable; Oliver looked exactly like Charles with his itty-bitty little green eyes, long lashes and rosy pink cheeks.

"What are you doing?" he heard Lance whisper from behind him. Fernando almost dropped everything as he quickly twirled around, holding in a scream from being scared by him. Lance stared back at him, still groggy from sleep and his bathrobe sliding down off one of his shoulders. His shirt was all crinkled up and his pajama pants barely held onto his waist with the strings hanging loose. The hairband in his hair was hardly keeping his messy bun intact.

"Cleaning." Fernando hissed at him and went on to dump all the stuff from his hands into a big toy basket and slammed the lid shut. He'd deal with it later when the guests were gone.

"I see..." Lance raised an eyebrow at him. "Coffee?"

"Please." Fernando sighed and they both made their way towards the kitchen, avoiding stepping on loose duplos and little wooden cubes.

¬

"It's weird, how much they look like Lance." Carlos said as he stared at Lucía and Jayden on Fernando's lap on the couch. Carlos was squatting in front of them, examining the kids closely.

"Well, they are mine..." Lance noted from behind him but the younger Spaniard ignored him. Carlos reached out his hand and one of the babies grabbed onto his finger, making a babbling sound. He shook hands with the baby, saying a Spanish greeting as well.

"They're beautiful. Right, Carlos?" Charles nudged Carlos with his foot and the man grunted, presumably agreeing. Lance yawned, already craving for another cup of coffee after they had just stood up from the table and put their cups away.

"Tough being a dad, right?" Charles asked him and Lance nodded. Fernando smiled from the couch at them.

"These two are infinitely easier compared to Lando and Oscar." he said and then looked at Carlos. "Not to even mention you."

"Shut up." Carlos growled and stood up. Fernando smirked up at him, clearly amused by his reaction.

"I would love to know what Carlos was like as a child." Charles joined in and Carlos shot him an angry look. Charles furrowed his brows at him. "What? You never talk about that stuff..."

"Oh, he was a nightmare." Fernando said and earned himself an angry look, too. "There was nothing in the house he wouldn't break or steal or loose. And he would always rope Lando and Oscar into his plans."

"Shut up, shut up, shut up!" Carlos tried to drown Fernando's voice out and covered Charles' ears with his hands.

"He was horrible. I don't know how I managed turn him around." Fernando continued and Carlos threw a loose teddy bear at his head.

"Okay, enough, you two." Lance jutted in, gathering his babies from Fernando before they got mixed into the fight as well. Fernando threw the teddy back at Carlos, missing him by just a centimeter. Lance scurried off with Lucía and Jayden, hiding behind Charles for protection. The two Spaniards kept throwing toys at each other until Carlos got a hold of something with hard edges and Charles finally interjected.

"Jesus christ!" he chuckled, a little scared, and grabbed the kid's book from Carlos' hands. The Spaniard looked at him disappointed, as if he had spoiled all the fun. "Enough."

"Hah, I win." Fernando peeked from behind the couch and Charles had to actually hold his man back from charging at him.

"This is what I get from coming to visit you." Carlos huffed, while Charles straightened his clothes. Fernando giggled from behind the couch and the whole room could hear Lance roll his eyes. The twins were not impressed by the whole scene at all and were actually looking a bit droopy.

"Baby nap time." Lance announced and shuffled out the living room, leaving Fernando alone with Carlos and Charles.

"Okay, lo siento." Fernando said and patted Carlos on the back. The younger Spaniard glared at him, but accepted the apology. One thing Fernando always taught his kids was, that they should always apologize, no matter what.

He then turned to Charles and covered the other side of his mouth with his hand as if to block Carlos from hearing what he was about to say. "I'll tell you everything about him later. Don't you worry, mi cielito."

"Stop flirting with him, papá." Carlos stuck his finger between Fernando's ribs and made him squeal. Charles laughed and Carlos grabbed him to pull him away from Fernando, who was rubbing his side in pain.

"Someone has to, you're hopeless." Fernando croaked and Charles giggled more, making Carlos turn beet red. The younger Spaniard wasn't exactly the most romantic guy, and Fernando had always found it inconceivable that he had pulled someone like Charles. Perfect, handsome, sweet, talkative Charles... and then there was his son. Perpetually grumpy and unsociable.

"No, I like him just the way he is." Charles said and pecked Carlos on the cheek, making him blush even more. Getting kissed in front of your dad must still be universally embarrassing, even if you're past 30.

"Uh-huh..." Fernando hummed and looked at them. They did make a pretty good-looking pair. Opposites attract, right? That's what he and Lance had as well.

[justmeinadaze]

Take It Out On Me Part 18 (Steddie X Plus Size Reader)

A/N: Since the last one was so angsty, I bare you this cuteness with the smut. The outfit she wears near the second half is inspired by Pink's outfit from the "Lady Marmalade" video (pictured above).

Warnings: Daddy/Sir Steddie and Plus Size Sub Fem Reader and all that implies (I regret nothing!), SMUT, morning sexy time :D, slight teasing from the reader, degrading, spanking, choking, dirty talk, over stimulation. FLUFF, reader surprises them with a trip to NY to meet her family, they talk about the future a bit when it comes to kids and things like that, they go to a club and dance and have fun, ANGST (slightly), reader runs into some men who try and flirt with her but Eddie puts them in their place, some older folks are rude to the metalhead but reader steps in. I think that all.

Word Count: 9215

“I got you guys a present.”, you beam over at them from your place in the kitchen.

“You got us something? Baby, you didn’t have to do that.”

“I know, Daddy, but after the fire and all the chaos these past few months I thought we deserved something nice.” You held out an envelope for them, your grin growing as Eddie playfully snatched it out of your grasp and tilting down to kiss your lips. 

You watched their faces as he tore it open and held up what was inside to show Steve. 

“Three tickets to New York?”

“Yeah. I thought I could show you around town and then you could meet my family up there. Sir, you are going to love the bars! They have bands there that play 24/7 and Daddy is going to flip when we show him Yankee Stadium. My uncle has season passes because my younger…cousins…” Your voice trailed off as they silently watched you speak with a little smirk on their faces. “What? I didn’t do something wrong, did I? I know we usually talk about things like this but—”

The metalhead’s lips cut you off as he lifted you onto the counter. 

“I think…this is a great idea.”, he grins.

“You’re just really cute when you babble.”, Steve smiles as he hops up beside you and pulls you to his side. “I don’t think I’ve ever been out of Indiana.”

“Me neither.”

“You two are going to love it especially since now I’m old enough to not have my family watching over me. I can show you all the fun places my cousins and I would sneak off to.”

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They were both excited to get away but Eddie hated waking up at 6 am to catch the plane. He crashed in the waiting area on your lap and then on your shoulder while you were on the plane. Curling up beside Steve, you noticed while you reading the book in your hand, he was subtly doing the same. After he finished a page, you figured out his fingers would twitch ever so slightly on your bicep and you’d turn to the next one. 

He wasn’t much of a reader if at all. Eddie, of course, loved anything fantasy related and actually suggested the book you were reading. He and you could fly through any novel pretty quickly but during your time on the flight you learned that Steve was a bit of a slow reader. It didn’t surprise you since you helped them both study in high school. Where Eddie struggled to focus on anything he deemed boring, Steve always got frustrated faster when he couldn’t immediately come up with an answer. 

“FUCK! I just don’t get it. This doesn’t make any fucking sense!”

���Daddy, it’s ok. You’re just over thinking it.”

“Because I’m an idiot.”

“You are NOT an idiot. You don’t let me talk down about myself and I’m not going to let you either.”

It always made you sad because he seemed eager to learn and try new things but no one ever took the time to be patient with him especially his parents. To his father everything needed to be done now and the “correct” way. 

“I love you, Steve.”

“Hm? I love you to, baby. Keep reading. I like watching you focus.”

“Mhmm…I think you just want to know if the princess is ok.”

He smiles as he jokingly turns your head back towards the pages in front of you. 

****

“Hey, we should have asked but does your family know about us?”, Eddie asks as he clicks the key into your hotel room door. 

“Yes, my mother did inform them. My parents actually stopped speaking to them for a while around the same time they weren’t speaking to me because my aunt and uncle didn’t see a problem with it.”

He kissed your temple when he heard the sad change of your voice before tossing your bag on the bed. 

“When are we meeting them?”

“Um, in a couple of hours so we have some time to freshen up before lunch slash dinner.”, you giggle. “Kinda like me they want to show you around but my aunt wanted to cook for you so we’re having lunch there and then after my uncle is showing us the town.” They nod as Steve falls backwards on the bed. 

Eddie bounces in beside him, reaching for you to crawl in bed between them. Laying on your back, the metalhead wastes no time resting his head on your chest and on impulse you run your fingers through his hair as the other man wraps his arm around your waist. 

##########

“Hey kids! Well, I guess you aren’t kids anymore but, oh, I’m so glad you’re here.”, your uncle grins as he pulls you into a bear hug. “Alright, so let me take a guess here. This young man with the long hair and tattoos I vaguely see peeking out that drove your mom crazy is Eddie?”

A throaty laugh escapes through his teeth as the metalhead extends his hand for him to shake. 

“Which would make you the pretty boy with the douchebag dad that my brother-in-law hit, Steve.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Well come in, come in.” He excitedly ushers you three forward as he introduces members of the family. “My wife has extended family here in New York to so they’ll be coming over later. And, of course, speak of the devil…”

Your aunt giggles as she shakes her head at her husband before pulling each boy in for a hug. 

“It’s so good to finally meet you. Her mother sent us a copy of those prom pictures! You three were so cute. Y/N, honey, do you want to help me here for a moment?”

“Um, yeah sure.” You mouth your apologies to them but they just grin as your uncle tugs them towards the outside. 

“Oh wow, this is gorgeous.” Steve marvels at the patio in the backyard with a long table under a white awning. There were white Christmas lights strung up along the lining but because of the sun they were off. Further into the yard, there were kids playing that your uncle pointed to and named. 

“Out here on the suburban side, you are able to see the stars so I built this little area so my wife and I would sit outside after our daughter was born. The more kids we had the bigger and more extravagant everything got.”, he chuckles as he pats the boy’s back. “Here, have a seat. I’d love to know more about you. I heard you two got hurt recently. How are you doing?”

“A lot better, thank you. The scars aren’t exactly appealing but…” Steve turns to show him the markings along his outer arm. 

“I didn’t get burned but the gash in my leg is sexy.” 

Your uncle roars with laughter making them smile wider. “I swear to God. When I heard that Kline was responsible I wasn’t surprised. The fucker cut corners in his campaign! I don’t know why people thought a mall would be different.”

“You lived in Hawkins?”

“Oh yeah. Y/N’s mom and I grew up there. I’m older so, full disclosure, I vaguely knew your parents. I actually knew Wayne Munson better than Allen. We hung out a few times but after high school, I came up here to go to college.” He eyes them up and down as they nod. “I imagine my sister already grilled you two?”

“Yes, sir.”, Steve laughed. “A bit more than grilling.”

“Then I won’t give you the third degree but I will do the obligatory ‘If you hurt her, I will kill you’ warning.”

“That’s fair. We’re not perfect but we would never hurt her. We love her.”

Your uncle grins and nods at Eddie’s answer as they continue to talk through the afternoon.

***

By the end of lunch, the boys were in love with your family. There wasn’t one moment through the meal that they stopped smiling or laughing. Your smaller cousins attached to them fairly quickly. Some of the kids asked Steve to play football with them while your youngest cousin made little grabby hands to sit on Eddie’s lap so he could color with her. 

You couldn’t help but wonder if this is what a future with them would be like. Sitting in the backyard after a meal while they played with your children. Maybe you’d have a little boy with Eddie’s laugh who Steve would help with his homework, furrowing his eyebrows like he did in school as they worked together. Or maybe a little girl with Steve’s smile whose eyes would light up as Eddie read her a story like one of his campaigns. 

Did they even want kids? You had never had that conversation but to be fair you three were still so young. You weren’t ready to have any children right now. And what about marriage? Of course, you couldn’t marry two people but what about some kind of symbol or ceremony? Did they want something like that? Steve always wanted to just be. 

“Princess, what are you thinking so hard about?”

You blinked back into the moment to find Eddie’s chocolate color eyes scanning you’re your face.

“Nothing. I’m just watching you two have fun.”

His eyes narrowed playfully in your direction. He knew you were lying and you knew he’d know that but there wasn’t much he could do about it here with your family. 

“Oh Jesus!” You both turned just in time to see Steve being tackled to the ground by giggling kids. “Ok! Ok, I give up. You guys win.”

“I told you, Steven! Those kids are persistent.”, your uncle laughs. “Alright, who’s ready to go tour the city?”

***

Piling into their minivan, your aunt drove towards the lights that practically painted the sky. Your uncle and your eldest cousin tagged along while the smaller kids stayed behind. 

Both men held your hands as they looked out the windows taking everything in. Their eyes lit up as the took in the tall buildings and all the people hastily hustling to their next destination. After parking the car, you all got out and walked around. 

Of course, Eddie promptly noticed a record store and pulled you both in. Your aunt stood beside him as he talked about metal records making her laugh as she asked him more questions. Your cousin tugged you as far away from everyone as possible as you two pretended to browse the albums in front of you. 

“They are both so fucking cute and you get the best of both worlds! The heavy metal bad boy and the cute preppy jock guy. You get Tom Cruise AND James Hetfield!”

“Stop it.”, you giggle as you push her with your hip. “He’s not a bad boy, not like that anyway.”

You stick out your tongue jokingly making her laugh. 

“Do you like…ya know…at the same time or do you say…have one for lunch and then the other for dinner?”

“That is weirdest fucking thing I’ve ever heard you say, Nat.” You both cackle as your grin grows. “And yes to answer your question.”

“Really?!”

“Shhhhh!”

“I would be so exhausted. Hell, I can barely even keep up with the one man I have.”

You don’t see it but they are both watching you from their respective places in the store. They had never seen you come out of your shell this much and to them it was the most beautiful thing they had ever witnessed. Hawkins definitely sheltered your personality.

Steve came up behind you, wrapping his arms around you, and without any hesitation you leaned back against his chest. 

“What kind of music are you into, Steve?”, your cousin asked.

“Um, just the regular stuff I guess.”

“His media knowledge was suppressed.”, you whisper, smiling when his palm comes around to cover your mouth. 

“My dad always listened to that 60 style Frank Sinatra type music so that’s all I really know of.”

“Well, tomorrow night, we will be giving you some education.”

***

Your uncle took everyone to dinner at an Italian restaurant near times square. The boys felt bad when they saw the prices and insisted on helping to pay. 

“Hey no. You are my guests and I make enough money. I have to when you have a billion children.”

“Wow. Calm down over there.”, you aunt laughs as he pulls her to his side and kisses her forehead. 

Throughout the meal, your family got to see a side of them that only Masie had ever really been witness to. While you waited for your food, Eddie slung his arm on the back of your chair and ran his fingers through your hair, occasionally petting the back of your head. The restaurant got a bit chilly and without thinking twice, he took off his jacket and placed it on your shoulders. When you were done eating, Steve held your hand on the table as his thumb caressed your skin. Every now and then he would turn his head to kiss your forehead. 

“Alright kids, I know tomorrow night you have plans with this troublemaker here.”, your uncle teases his daughter. “But I got you a present for tomorrow afternoon.” He grins as he holds up three tickets to a play. “My niece is a nerd but you can’t come here and not at least see one play.”

“Thank you. You didn’t have to do that.”

“I know but I did. Sue me. You should take them to that clothing store you like so you can get something to wear for it.”

“What makes you think I didn’t bring anything already?”

“Because I know you.”

You both laugh as you hug him and the rest of your family before going in separate directions. Dragging them up the street, you guide them to a big two-story store you always came with your family to browse in. 

“This is where I got that outfit I wore that first day of senior year. Hawkins doesn’t really have a big collection of styles to choose from.”

“Well pick whatever you want and we’ll pay for it. Do we need suits or something?”

Eddie whines as he puts down a shirt he was looking at. “Do we have to wear suits?”

“No, Sir.”, you giggle as you push up on your toes to kiss his lips. “But you are supposed to look nice so a dress shirt maybe?”

“I got him. Don’t go far!”, Steve chuckles as he pushes his friend towards the men’s side. 

“I’ll meet you two at the dressing room over here.”

After about 30 minutes, both men find what they need and search for you. 

“Baby?”

“Yeah, I’m here. I think I found something but…” You step out of the room in front of the mirror and turn from side to side. The dress you had on was a gorgeous green V-neck style that cut off just above your knees. The black straps showed off your arms and the black bow tied around you accentuated your hips. “…I’m not sure. What do you guys think?”

They were both staring at you again with glassy eyes like when you descended the stairs for prom. 

“Uh oh. Did I lose you?”

“Goddamn, you look gorgeous.”

“You should wear dresses more. You look amazing.”

“Thank you.”, you twirl like a little girl. “Well, if this is how you feel about me in dresses wait until you see the other outfit I got for you tomorrow night.”

“The cute little black thing we got you in Hawkins?”

“Noooooo, Daddy.” Your grin grows as you bite your bottom lip. “This is something for just us when we get back to the hotel.”

***

The key beeps as you three enter the room and you toss the things everyone had bought that day on the bed. 

“Oh Sir, you should put on MTV so we can listen to some music.”

As you reach for your suitcase to change into your pajamas, Eddie grabbed your bicep and turned you to face him.

“Hey. Don’t think I forgot about what happened at your uncle’s house. What were you thinking so hard about?”

“What happened?”, Steve asked as he took a seat at the end of the bed.

“That’s what I’m trying to find out, Harrington.”

“I feel like this is going to seem out of nowhere but…”, you sigh. “Do you guys want kids?”

Their eyes widen, genuinely taken aback by your question. 

“Right now?”

“No! God, no. I just saw you guys with my cousins today and you were both so adorable. It got me thinking about what you would be like as dads which led to me wondering what you would be like husbands. I got sad because I know we can’t get married but then I was like ‘If we could is that something they would even want? Kids? A house? I mean—”

“Ooooookay! Okay. Slow down, sweetheart. You’re running a mile a minute.” He grins as he cupped your face in his hands. “We’ve never really talked about it but I guess we can do that now.”

“I’m afraid of being a dad.”, Steve blurted. “I don’t want to lie to you, Y/N. I love the idea of kids and being a husband but the notion terrifies me.”

“Me to.”, Eddie agrees. “But… I never thought I’d ever have someone fall in love with me to even have that conversation yet…”, he gestures towards you.

“Be nice to yourself.”, you softly smile as you repeat back verbiage they’ve said to you a billion times. Taking a seat next to Steve, Eddie pulls up the rolling desk chair by the wall so he can be closer to you two. “I’m sorry. I feel like I’m being a needy girlfriend or something which is why I wanted to avoid this—”

“Become a better liar and maybe you can.”, Steve teases. “No, honey, you’re not being needy or coming off that way. I mean, we’ve been seeing each other for, what, almost 3 years now.”

“DO you guys ever think about that stuff when it comes to me?”, you ask shyly causing them to let out a little chuckle. 

They glance at each other before nodding and Eddie slides back to grab a little bag you didn’t even realize he had brought in with him from the store you had just came from. After digging through it a bit, he produces a little black box, and hands it to you. 

Their eyes carefully watch you pull off the top, trying to gage your reaction as you produce a gorgeous silver ring with a red heart stone in the middle and what seemed like the infinity symbol on either side. 

“After finding our outfits, we saw that jewelry section across the way. Steve liked the design and I liked the color with the stone. Kind of reminded me of a ring in one of the campaigns I read in school. The lady behind the counter said it’s a promise ring. You give them to someone you love as like a promise they are yours and one day you’ll get married.”

“After hearing you talk right now…like you said we know we can’t get married but that right there and these rings right here…”  Eddie handed him one of the male bands that matched the ring they gave you. “They’re a promise that if we could we would.”

“Cry baby.”, the metalhead teases as you try to control the tears that fall. “What are you thinking about now, sweetheart?”

“I think… this is really beautiful.”, you giggle as you slide the ring on your finger. “I still think it’s funny that 2 and half years ago I was telling you, Steve, I hate you and now I’d give anything to walk down the aisle with you. That, Eddie, I didn’t even know who you were but now I can’t picture my life without you. That the best decision I ever made was telling Carol she had no ass and getting detention.”

The three of you laugh as Steve pulled you into his arms. After getting ready for bed, you lay between them with your head on Eddie’s chest as you gently caress his skin along his tattoos. 

“Yes, by the way, to answer your question. I have thought about what a suburban life would be like with you. I’d love to get you a house and not a trailer.”

“With a big backyard like your uncle’s.”, Steve adds.

“We would definitely have some beautiful children running around.”

“At least 6.”

“Jesus Christ, Daddy!” You laugh when you feel his wide smile against your shoulder. 

“I just want you to be happy.”

“As long as I’m with you two I am. Thank you for my ring. I love it. I love you.”, you whisper before your eyes close and you fall sleep. 

############

At first you thought it was a dream; the euphoria you were feeling in the pit of your stomach but when you opened your eyes and were met with Steve’s gorgeous honey ones you realized this was your reality. This handsome man was really pumping two of his long fingers inside of your cunt as his thumb lightly pressed against your clit.

“Hey, honey.”, he smiled down at you. “I woke up hard as a fucking rock but I figured…instead of jerking off…I could use you.” You whimpered as his forehead landed on yours. “Is that ok, baby?”

“Of course, Daddy. I’m yours.”

He tenderly kissed your cheek before rolling you on to your side with your back to his chest. You both groaned as he ran the tip of his already leaking cock along your folds. His palm gripped your hip as he gradually pushed himself inside of you, your eyes immediately rolling in pleasure at the feeling.

“Fuck, baby. You feel so good. Always so warm and ready for Daddy.”

Taking hold of his hand, you cling to him as he thrusts steadily into you. His thumb taps your cheek, gesturing for you to turn so he can passionately kiss your lips. 

“Look at me, pretty girl. Don’t take those beautiful eyes off me.” As you clench around him at his words, a small smirk paints his features. “You—fuck—you always like when Daddy compliments you, don’t you, honey?”

When you only nod, his hand slides over to grip your throat as he rolls his hips harder against you. “What do you do when we ask you a question, little girl?”

“I-I answer. Fuck, Daddy, I’m sorry. You just feel so good. Please…”

“Can’t really blame her, Steve. You know how dumb her cute little brain gets when we’re making her feel good.”

Eddie’s sexy, sleepy voice didn’t surprise you since neither of you were necessarily being quiet but you wanted more than anything to turn and see his handsome face but you knew better. 

Steve’s eyes were intensely boring into yours as if challenging you to do it but you behaved.

“I like when you make me feel beautiful, Daddy. Please. Please make me cum.”

His mouth opened in a silent moan and the sight had you squeezing him tighter as he pounded into you. 

“Fuck, baby girl, you…you can’t do that.” Your fingers threaded through his hair as his forehead fell against your cheek and his humid pants warmed your skin. The dam broke and you whimpered as you came. “That’s my good girl. Yes, baby.” Steve thrust into harder a few more times before you felt his release spill inside of you.

When you were finally able to look at Eddie, you were met with his fingers reaching to brush your hair out of your face. He looked angelic with the way the sun slightly peaked through the window of the hotel room. Giving Steve one more kiss, you scoot closer to the metalhead to place your lips on his. 

“Good morning?”, he asks, chuckling when you grin. 

“Yes, Sir. Do you need to use me to?”

“Fuck me. You can’t say stuff like that so sweetly after what I just witnessed and expect me to last long.”

Giggling, you kiss him again before trailing down his chest to his boxers, smiling when you found his cock poking through, desperate to be relieved. 

“Let me take care of you, Master.”

A heavy sigh of pleasure left his lips at your words followed by a throaty groan as your mouth wrapped around him, taking him as far back as you could before steadily bobbing your head.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Fuck. You know I love hearing you choke on my dick.” Glancing up at him, your eyes locked as he flashed you a sexy smirk. “You look so beautiful with your mouth full of me. Do—mmm—do you like sucking your Master’s cock?” 

Your hand continued to stroke him and your mouth released him with a loud smacking sound as drool dangled from your lips. 

“I do, Sir. I love sucking you cock. You taste so good. Please, I need you to cum so I can swallow it all.”

“Jesus Christ, you’re perfect. Put that pretty mouth on me again, sweetheart. I’ll give you what you need.”

As you do what he says, his fingers pull your hair into a makeshift ponytail so he can see you better as he roughly begins thrusting his hips. You stay still, allowing him to use you as his tip hits the back of your throat. Eddie mewls at the sound of your gags and gurgles before his breathing because ragged and you abruptly feel rope after rope of his release hit your tongue.

When he finally releases you from his grip, you crawl up his body till your lips find his before collapsing against his chest. 

“Hey. Come on, honey. We have to shower and get ready if we’re going to make this play your uncle got us tickets for.”, Steve coos as he pokes you side.

“But I’m comfortable.”, you whine, your body jiggling as Eddie laughs underneath you.

“Yeah, yeah. Come on, pretty girl.”

***

They grin as they watch your eyes come to life entering the theater. 

“Lady and gentlemen, your seats will be up those stairs and to the right. Balcony 3.”

“Oh wow, he didn’t have to do that.”

“Is that good?”, Eddie asks.

“Yeah, we’ll have a good view and it will just be us with a few other people.”

Glancing around, you notice an older couple staring before catching your eyeline and looking away. It took you moment and a few more awkward looks before you realize that they are disgusted with Eddie. You thought he looked handsome as ever with his slacks and button up shirt. While he and Steve were talking he had rolled up his sleeves so some of his tattoos were visible and his long hair flowed freely but he did brush it before you left the hotel. He stood out a bit but not enough for them to be giving him the faces they were as they whispered to each other. 

You tried to ignore it as you wrapped your arms around him and nuzzled into his chest but after a while it became almost unbearable for you NOT to say something.

“Excuse me? Yes, hi. If you’re going to keep whispering and making faces I suggest you do it somewhere else.”

“Excuse me! How rude.”

“No, what’s rude is you disrespecting my boyfriend. He’s not doing anything wrong.”

“Kids today. They have no idea how to dress properly nor do they have manners.” They give you and the metalhead one more once over before turning on their heels and heading into the auditorium.

“So…we should have been in New York all this time? Damn, babe. Where did that confidence come from?”, Steve chuckled.

“Ugh! They just remind me of people back home. I wish people could see you like I do.” You circle your arms around him again making Eddie smile.

“Eh, I don’t care what anybody else thinks except you, sweetheart.”

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While they did enjoy the performance, they enjoyed you more. Eddie finally got to see what Steve was talking about when he told him about that date he took you on back in Hawkins senior year. 

“Dude, she’s so fucking adorable. Her eyes soak up everything and she giggles like a little kid. It’s almost like she forgets she’s watching a play and just gets sucked into the world. Watching it with her THROUGH her eyes…Jesus. I can’t even explain it, man.

After picking up lunch, you three were able to relax a bit before your evening out with your cousin who picked you three up in her car with her boyfriend in tow. 

“Ok, first stop is where my cousin and I always snuck off to when my parents thought we were just hanging out with friends. Which technically isn’t untrue since one my friends live above this store.”, Nat explains as she parks.

You five don’t need to walk far before the boys read the neon above them. 

“Oh, Y/N. You have so many stories you haven’t told us don’t you?”, Eddie grins in your direction. 

“It’s not like I could buy anything or bring anything home. BUT…now that we have our own apartment…”, you seductively smile back.

As you enter the sex shop, you all split up to different sections being that you and your cousin were into different things. You knew when you planned this trip for them you wanted to bring them here because you remembered they had something specific you thought would make a certain part of your playing with the boys a bit easier.

“I know, Sir, you’ve been looking for something more comfortable for my wrists which is hard in our close-minded town but…”, you paused gesturing towards the wall of handcuffs. “I figured we’d have more options here. At most, maybe, we can get a bigger set and then some scarfs or something.”

“Goddamn, you’ve come a long way, haven’t you, honey? I mean it’s not like you were a prude or anything but, I don’t know, you talk about stuff like this more seamlessly now.”

“So do you two.”, you grin as you shrug. “I think it’s just because I trust you more. That was part of the problem before. I didn’t know anything about you two.” You hold out your wrist as Eddie grabs a couple of handcuffs and tests them on you. “Also my parents were sexually conservative. ‘The penis goes into the vagina and then a baby is made.’ That was my birds and bees talk. Ow.”

“Sorry, princess. These are a no.” Eddie hangs the set he had tried to put on you back on the wall and reaches for the next one. “Yeah, Wayne had some difficulties to. I got the basics and then him correcting whatever my father told me.”, he laughs. 

“I learned on my own basically by trial and error. Then whatever they showed us in health class.” Steve wraps his arms around you as he leans his chin on your head. “You know, I don’t think we’ve ever asked this but when or what made you realize you like this?”

“Those feel ok. The fuzzy stuff on top might be distracting.”, you grimace and that’s all the confirmation the metalhead needs to put them back. “What about those leather ones up top there? You did kind of ask me after I came back home senior year. I told you I just knew I didn’t like what I had before and that’s honestly the best way I can answer your question.” You smile as you tilt your head back to kiss his lips. “I didn’t even really think about this until… you scolded me that day in detention.”

You hadn’t even realized that Eddie hadn’t moved for the past couple of minutes but he did have a small smirk on his face. Thinking he was waiting for you to hold out your arms again you did only to find your wrists were already restrained. 

“You didn’t even notice I put them on, did you?”

“Oh wow. No, I didn’t. They aren’t too tight or anything.”, you grin. 

“Well, little one, I think we finally found a winner.” He grins along with you as you jump up to kiss his lips. 

“Is there anything you guys want for you or something else you want to try on me?”

“You know, since we’re having that conversation…when we started this you had no idea what you liked and didn’t like. Do you have more of an idea now?”, Eddie asks.

“IIIII like the way you talk to me. I like the spanking and the handcuffing obviously.”

“Obviously.”, Steve teases.

“What about the belt? We’ve only ever done it that one time. Harrington said you liked it.”

“In the moment, I did. I don’t mind it when you’re punishing me. I don’t think I could do like…that stuff.” They turn to where you point down an adjacent aisle filled with things like whips and flogs. “I like when you two take control and then finding ways to work with what you have.” You whine as you try to explain, covering your face in embarrassment.

“No, no. Hey, I really want you to explain that because I find it interesting. Go on, baby.”, Eddie encourages as Steve tenderly pulls your hands back down. 

“Like with the belt. You punished me with it because it’s what you had and you knew it would work. Fuck. Watching you pull it off in one go…”, you close your eyes as you sigh in pleasure at the memory. “To me that’s more attractive than pausing to go get something like that.” Again, you gesture down the aisle. 

The metalhead’s lips connected with yours once more but it was a soft kiss filled with nothing but love.

“All these years and still surprising me.”

“Still so fascinating.”, Steve adds. 

***

This time you got to watch their eyes light up with excitement when you entered your next destination. This particular bar you and your cousin had always wanted to go to but were never able to get in. Now that you could and were visiting, you finally got the chance. The band on stage was playing a cover of “Crazy Train” causing Eddie to slap Steve’s arm and give him trivia you had heard him telling the former jock before. He was so flabbergasted when he found out he didn’t know who Ozzy Osbourne was.

Your cousin’s boyfriend ordered a round of drinks while you guys found a table near the edge of the dance floor/ mosh pit where you guys could sit and talk.  The metalhead’s wide, ecstatic eyes looked at yours as Billy Idol’s “Dancing with Myself” began to play and he promptly grabbed your arm, yanking you and Steve as you three danced wildly. You heard your cousin’s loud laugh as her and her boyfriend followed making you smile. 

You absolutely adored seeing this side of them; the fun side that just completely let go. You did this for them in many different ways and allowed yourself to be vulnerable for them especially in the bedroom. The fact that they could do that as well just made your love them grow. If you went back in time and met the girl who had just been intimate with them for the first time and told her that the aggressive seemingly angry metalhead and the uptight asshole who was friends with the people that made fun of you would turn into two of the sweetest, funniest, dorkiest men that you had ever met… 

The music changes to a song you and surprising Steve knows but you’re shocked when Eddie grips your hand in the air and tugs your waist to his as he sings along.

“The lights are on, but you're not home Your mind is not your own Your heart sweats, your body shakes Another kiss is what it takes You can't sleep, you can't eat.”

“How do you know this song?!”, you giggle as he flashes you a big tooth filled smile. 

“There's no doubt, you're in deep Your throat is tight, you can't breathe Another kiss is all you need.”

“I work in at a record store remember, sweetheart?”

The metalhead playfully twirls you into Steve’s arms who holds you the exact same way as he sways and sings.

“Another kiss and you'll be mine A one-track mind, you can't be saved Oblivion is all you crave If there's some left for you You don't mind if you do.

It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough You know you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to love.”

You cousin grabs your arm after announcing she needed to use the bathroom and you laugh as you watch them pause to watch you leave before continuing to dance like idiots beside each other. 

“I have your thing in the trunk of my car. I’ll give it to you when we drop you guys off.”, Nat grins as she fixes some of her make up in the mirror. “Kevin saw you guys in the handcuff section and asked me if I’d be into that. He said he wanted to talk to them about it when we weren’t around.”

You both laugh as you sit on the counter and continue to watch her. “It’s taken us years to even find some that fit my chubby wrists or don’t hurt me.”

“Isn’t that the point? For it to hurt?”

“Nooooo… Natalie, who have you been talking to?” She grins widely as you blush. “No, they don’t want to hurt me. They want me to submit, to give my entire body and soul to them; to trust them.”

“Do you?”

“I do and I know it’s kind of weird but they do to. I mean, think about it. They were vulnerable enough to let me into their dominate world without judgement and after everything they’ve been through—”

“And you… I remember how sad Christian made you.”

After feeling like you gave the boys enough time to have their conversation, you two exited the bathroom hand in hand before accidently bumping into a group of guys passing by.

“Shit. I’m so sorry. My hips have a mind of their own sometimes.”, you apologize with a polite smile. As you turn to leave, however, a hand places itself on your shoulder.

“Not a problem, baby. You can put those hips to good use if you want to for me in the restroom over here.”

Rolling your eyes, you yank your body away from his as you try to push your cousin back towards you table.

“Oh, come on, it was just a joke—”

“Hey! Do we have a problem, gentlemen?”, Eddie barked as he glared at the men in front of him. “Trust me, it was definitely a joke thinking little boys like you could handle a beautiful woman like her. She needs a grown ass man and she’s already got two.”

They hold up their hands in a surrender gesture as the metalhead guides you both to your area. 

“Wow, Eddie. Kevin, you’re going to end up hating them because the more I spend time with them the more they raise the bar for what I expect out of a gentleman.”

Her boyfriend chuckles as he leans down to kiss her lips. “For you, honey, I’ll meet and surpass any bar as long as your happy.”

Eddie takes your hand in his as you lean your chin against his shoulder. “Thank you, Sir.”

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“Baby girl! You have been in the bathroom for twenty minutes with this thing you got from your cousin. Should we be worried or jealous?!”

“Calm down, Daddy!”, you giggle as you finish threading everything together. “I’m almost done.”

“Did she just tell me to calm down?”

“She did. I have my belt on if you want to spank her.”

“You do it. I’m too old and tired.” Steve smiles when he hears you laugh again at his comment. 

“Ok! I’m ready! Sir, push play on the radio, please!”

Lazily, he gets up from the bed and does what you ask, leaning against the window as he takes a sip from the beer can in his hand. As “Pour Some Sugar on Me” begins to flow from the little crackling speakers your leg steps out over dramatically from the bathroom making them both laugh.

When you fully saunter out, however, time seems to freeze for them. A few months prior your cousin had gotten a catalogue for the store you guys had visited and sent it over to you in Indiana. While the boys were at work, you browsed the sexy garments until you found one you thought they would like, ordering it, and sending it to Natalie so she could keep it hidden for you with the goal of surprising them. 

Your legs and arms were covered in black mesh material that were perfectly accentuated by the silver heels and bracelets on your wrists. The flower pattern lace around your thighs were clipped in place, attached to the see-through black lace panties hugged perfectly around your hips. Your breasts were covered by a silver, sequined bra that was being slightly obscured by your long, flowing, fluffed up sexily hair that was topped with a black top hat tilted to the side. The silver sequined chocker around your neck drew attention to your face that you had spent time putting make up on to finish out the ensemble.

“Jesus Christ.”, Steve groaned. 

With a sexy smile stretched across your face, you sway in his direction reaching your hands out to run your fingers down his chest. 

“Do you like it, Daddy?” Kneeling on your heels, your palms run down his jeaned thighs as your face hovers just above the massive bulge in his pants. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Standing to your full height, you make sure your breasts graze his face ever so slightly before turning to give Eddie your attention. The whine Steve tries to hide as you step away from him makes you bite your bottom lip to hide your own moan. 

“What about you, Sir? Do you like it?” You had never seen either of them like this before but especially Eddie. He had been talking pretty much since you met him but this was the first time you had ever found him speechless. Taking his hands in yours, you turned away and pushed your ass into his groin. “Aw. Master reallylikes it.”

As you swiveled around to face him again, your nose grazed his as you reached over to turn off the music. Growing up you never really felt like you had any control over your life. Your parents had a strict mindset on what they wanted for you and how you should be. At school you always felt stuck at the bottom, constantly bullied and ridiculed by the student body. In relationships, you always wanted more, always feeling stifled and hidden. An outsider would think your relationship with the boys was the same; that you had no control. But the truth was you had all the power here.

As you heard Steve’s breathing pick up and watched Eddie’s eyes slowly darken with need, even they knew you could turn away from them and leave. You could say the safe word and decide that tonight you weren’t in the mood. You could rile them up and leave them wanting…and they would respect that still crawling into bed with you as they cuddled you till you fell asleep.

You chose to surrender that will to them because you loved them and wanted them to have that control over you. 

As soon as you nodded, the metalhead’s hand shot out to bring your lips to his for a passionate kiss as his other palm reaches between your legs making you mewl as the lacey fabric presses into your clit.

“Please. Touch me.”

“Show me. Show me what you need.”  His gruff tone turns you on more knowing that when he speaks like that they don’t plan on being gentle. Sliding your fingers into your panties, you moan at the sound of your slick as you thrust two of them into your core. Eddie licks his lips as he watches your face contort with pleasure, quickly throwing off his clothes and spitting in his hand as he strokes his cock. 

“Please, Sir. I need you, baby.”

Grabbing your hair, he roughly turns you around, raising the blinds as he presses you to the window. You guys were pretty high up so not a lot of eyes should be on you but you were in a city filled with buildings that practically touched the sky. 

Kicking your legs apart, you whimpered as he pushed himself into you before reaching for your wrists and pinning your hands to the window. 

“Always so needy, baby. Fuck me. Master’s going to give you what you want. How…how can I deny you when you look so fucking delicious in this outfit.”

Your breath fogged the glass as you panted out moans. Gripping your throat, his hips loudly smacked into yours as you looked out in front of you. 

“Cum for me, pretty girl. Hawkins already know how well we take care of you. L-Let’s show New York to.” Eddie’s fingers glided between your legs and he firmly pressed circles into your nub causing you to roll your lower half meeting his movements. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Y-yes, Sir!” Your pussy clenched tightly around him as you came, whimpering when he didn’t slow as he fucked you through it.

“Goddamn.” Wrapping his arms around you, he yanked you away from the window and threw you to the bed where a naked Steve was stroking his length as he watched you two. You gasped as Eddie’s tongue abruptly flicked against your clit as he shoved three of his long fingers inside of you. 

“Eddie!”

His head shot up at his name but Steve was faster as his palm aggressively grabbed your neck. 

“Color?”

“G-g-green, Daddy. Fuck, I’m sorry! I wasn’t rea—”

“I don’t care. You show us the respect we deserve, right little girl? Right?!”, he snapped as the metalhead pumped into you while his tongue moved faster making it hard for you to focus. 

“Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Sir.”

Lifting up your legs, he guided his cock easily into your dripping entrance and began thrusting into you slowly, grunting as your walls sucked him in. Eddie’s hands roamed the material around your calf as he pressed his cheek against it.

“Mmm…fuck. Our sexy, beautiful girl. All ours.” A loud growl left his chest as he pried your legs open wide and pumped into you at a faster, harder pace. Hands above you suddenly took hold of your ankles bringing them back ever so slightly allowing Eddie to hit deeper inside of you. Your eyes briefly found Steve’s as the rolled back and closed. 

Feeling his cock brush against your nose, you tilted your head so you could run your tongue along the side. He maneuvered his hips to give you better access while still being able to hold you for his friend. 

“That’s it, baby. Fuck. Still a little slut for our dicks, huh? I think we spoil her, Ed.” Eddie barely heard him as he was lost in you trying to pull another orgasm from your body. “I’m not gonna lie, honey. Seeing—mmm—seeing that thing around your neck move every time I touch the back of your throat is driving me fucking crazy.”

The metalhead pushed Steve lightly against his stomach and the boy backed away as Eddie fell forward against and slammed his hips into yours. Your fingers clung to his shoulders as you moaned his title; the louder you were the harder he thrust into you. His hand covered your mouth as you screamed and came. He didn’t slow as he chased his high until his pleasure filled grunts filled your ear as he released inside of you.

You held him tightly as you began to cry.

“Hey. Hey, hey, hey, princess. Color?”, Eddie cooed as he leaned up to caress your face.

“Green. Green I swear. You just…it was so good.”

He smiled as his lips landed on yours. “Cry baby. Do you think you can handle Steve?”

You nodded and as his brown eyes met yours he knew you were still in the right place mentally. You were actually in Steve’s favorite part of your subspace, the overly sensitive little girl that needed her Daddy. 

He climbed in beside you and you rolled on your side so you could face him, humming softly as he ran his fingers through your hair. 

“You had a hat on at some point.”, he mused, grinning when you giggled as he pretended to look around.

“I think it fell off when Master pushed me against the window.”

“Bastard.”

“My bad.”, Eddie sighed playfully.

His large palm slides down your back, over the ass, and to the back of your thigh as he guided your leg over his waist.

“You don’t have to be gentle with me if you don’t want to, Daddy. I can handle it.”

Steve blinks a few times before he smirks in your direct and tugs your body a bit close to his. “Hey, Ed?”

“Stevie?”

“I think we may have to start setting up a particular punishment when it comes to repeating ourselves because little miss here still seems to struggle hearing us when it comes to what she and we can handle.” His hand spanks your behind hard making you yelp. “What has Eddie told you?”

“That you know your body and mine. You would never put me in a position where you or I would be hurt or uncomfortable but if something happened, Daddy, where I did feel uncomfortable I would say our safe word.”

“Good girl, honey.” You happily exhale when he kisses your forehead. “You trust us to know how to take care of you right?”

“Yes, Daddy, I trust you both.”

Bringing his lips to your own, you mewl at the taste of him before a gasp escapes you as he slides his cock into your cunt. This is what Steve was good at, the slow and rough. As he flipped you on to your back, he pulled himself back till just his tip was inside of you, and watched your face as he punched back into you. Just like Eddie, he hit every button inside of you the right way till you were a trembling mess. 

“Does that feel good, baby?”

“Y-yes, Daddy.”

“See? Daddy knows how to take care of you.” His tongue traced the valley between your breasts to your neck where he sucked at skin making you groan as your ran your fingers through his hair. “Fuck, baby girl. I love how tight you get after your cum. If I could I’d make you cum again and again but I don’t know how much long I’m going to last. You just look too fucking good in this.”

As much as you loved how they both made you feel, you were grateful he couldn’t give you more. You could barely handle the one you currently hurtling towards. 

“Maybe your Master can help me.”

It almost as if they had planned it beforehand. Steve lifted up on his arms as Eddie slid his own between you two so his fingers could massage your clit. They barely gave you time to breathe as they worked in tandem to build you up. The leg you had wrapped around him fell as your body shook and your vision was blinded by white.

“There she is. That’s our good girl. Fuck and your pussy is squeezing me so fucking tight.”

“Daddy…please… I can’t…”

“Yes, you can, honey. Eddie don’t stop until she cums again one more time.”, he commanded. 

“Wasn’t planning on it unless told otherwise.”

Their pace didn’t let up and you were so sensitive you knew they’d get another orgasm out of you at this rate. 

“Come on, baby. Daddy needs you to cum again. You can do it.”

“I-I-I can’t…I need…”

Steve caught it in your voice as he looked down at your scrunched up, pouty face. Putting all his weight on one arm, he reached up with his other to wrap around your throat.

“Stop pouting, little girl. It doesn’t sound like to me we were asking. Maybe we’ve spoiled you too much, huh?” Steve hissed through gritted teeth. “Stop acting like you don’t want to cum again. You love the way my cock and his fingers feel, you little whore. Now…fucking…cum.”

Between each of his words in his last sentence he smacked his hips aggressively into yours. That mixed with everything else he was saying was all you needed as Eddie covered your mouth once more and you came hard around Steve’s cock.

That was all he needed as well as his rhythm faltered and he grunted as he thrust his seed inside of you. 

“So yeah, this will be coming home with us.”, the metalhead proclaimed as he lightly slapped your thigh. You and Steve laugh as he tried to carefully pull out of you and fell to your side. “Not that you need to hear this but I’m proud of you for taking the initiative to buy it and wear it. It was only, what, a year ago that you were blushing while wearing a nightie thinking you looked unattractive.”

“You really do look gorgeous in stuff like this, honey.”

“Thank you.”

Eddie turned to glance over at you realizing you were half awake with a glazed over look of bliss. “Op, Steve, we may still be dealing with little miss here.”

“She’s always little miss, Ed.”

You giggled at their banter as you rolled over to face Eddie. “Sir, I’m sleepy.”

“You’re sleepy? Alright, so no shower then but I want to get you out of thing here. Wait, Y/N, baby, you have to stand to take the make-up off.” Your eyes fully open as you look at him quizzically. “Right? I thought you told Steve once it’s bad to leave it on overnight.”

“I love you.”, you grin as you lean towards him to kiss his lips. 

“Pfft, ok. I love you to, cry baby.” He rises from the bed and tugs at your hands to bring you with him as you groan. “Come on. Let’s do this quick so you can crash.”

While you stand in front of the sink in the bathroom, both men scurry quickly around you to get you out of your outfit and help you wash your face.

“So beautiful.”, Steve smiles as he looks down lovingly at your now make-up free features. 

After bringing you back, they climb under the covers with you and tenderly run their hands along your skin, murmuring praises and “I love you”s till you fall asleep. 

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[eyesofshinigami]

It Ain't About the Pitch

Rating: G

CW: None

Tags: Established relationship, fluff

Prompt: For @shares-a-vest "Love is tolerating your partner's terrible singing"

WC: 826

Written for Day 26 of @steddielovemonth

There were many, many things that Steve was good at. Eddie should know, as he’s become the foremost expert on all things Steve Harrington. So, he would be able to easily wax poetic about how good of a cook Steve is, how great he is in bed. He could also tell you how Steve seems to remember things about people that no one else does, or his uncanny knack for knowing where stuff is, even at other people’s houses. 

There are so many wonderful things that Steve is good at. Just…

Singing isn’t one of them. 

Dancing? Steve’s got that down pat. He’s got moves that could make your momma blush and Eddie is a weak, weak man for his boyfriend shaking his hips like that. But singing… Steve’s about as tone deaf as they come. 

That doesn’t stop him from singing his heart out, and Eddie has to admire that about him. Like right now, with Steve prancing around their kitchen in a pair of sweatpants and one of Eddie’s old band tees, warbling along with George Micheal’s new song about having faith while he’s flipping pancakes like a pro.

“Eddie, man… I think we need to tell him,” Dustin says, breaking Eddie out of his Steve-induced coma. “How can you stand that? He sounds like a cat that’s had its tail rocked on too many times!”

Dustin isn’t wrong, exactly, but Eddie shakes his head. “Leave him alone, Henderson. He’s having fun.” 

While it is an absolute assault on his senses, Steve’s lack of pitch and his incredible love of pop music, Eddie loves him like this. Unself-conscious and free, dancing and singing like he hasn’t got a care in the world. Eddie knows that even now, Steve feels like he needs to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders. He’s always ready to jump head first into a problem, to stand between those he loves and the world like he’s got something to prove. So, to see him wiggling his hips and singing “Faith” off-key? Yeah, Eddie wouldn’t trade that for the world. 

Dustin whines. “He’s killing me. And George Micheal? Come on!”

Eddie raises an eyebrow. “There’s the door, Henderson. No one’s keeping you here. Hell, if you leave, that means I can convince Steve to give me a private dance right there in the kitchen!” 

It has the intended effect, making Dustin groan even louder. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes, the kids know how this works now. “Gross, I don’t even want to think about you two bumping uglies where Steve makes my pancakes.”

“There aren’t going to be any pancakes if you don’t stop griping,” Steve calls out in a sing-song voice, still wiggling his hips. “What’s got you all bent out of shape this time?”

“Your-”

Eddie clasps a hand over Dustin’s mouth and glares at him. “What isn’t Henderson griping about, baby? Don’t you worry, I’ll set him straight.” 

Steve just shrugs and goes back to making pancakes, tapping his foot as the song shifts to something else. Eddie vaguely recognizes it, but Steve is yell-singing about how heaven is a place on Earth. It’s terrible. It’s awful. It’s the best thing he’s ever seen in his life.

“I swear to god, Henderson, if you make him upset because he can’t sing, I will end you and every single character you roll in any of my games,” Eddie hisses through clenched teeth. 

He hears a snort from behind him, turning to see Steve standing behind the two of them with an amused grin on his face. “You don’t have to spare my feelings, I know I sound awful.” 

Eddie releases Dustin and pulls Steve into a hug. He’s got a smear of batter on his face but he’s smiling so sweetly, soft in the way that makes Eddie melt on the inside. “Awful is a really strong word. I’m just happy you’re happy, baby. I’d listen to you caterwaul all day and night if it makes you smile like that.”

A pretty pink blush breaks out over Steve’s cheeks. It kind of makes Eddie wish he had kicked Dustin out when he had the chance. “Such a sweet talker you are,” Steve teases, closing the distance to bring their lips together in a sweet kiss that’s just a little bit dirty. 

“Ugh, man, go back to singing, Steve, I can’t take this anymore. This is the last time I stay over after a movie night.”

They break apart and Steve throws his dish towel at Dustin. “And this will be the last time I make you pancakes, you ungrateful little shit. Even though I got- oh shit! Eddie! I know this one!” Steve starts dancing in Eddie’s arms, crooning along with whatever song has just come on the radio. He gets Eddie dancing too, and Dustin even reluctantly starts shimmying along with the beat. 

Yeah, who needs perfect pitch when he’s got this right here?

[billskeis]

Okay, bit of a long one, but hear me out. Bill with an m!reader who’s like the second womanizer of the band, and only has a specific taste, dark hair, dark makeup, essentially bill but female. So one day bill realizes when Tom points it out, so he goes to confront reader who just completely panics, but bill is like “no, it’s okay, I feel the same” then just like fluffy/gentle smut and fluff aftercare at the end.💕💕

ᡣ𐭩 finding out bill likes you too

you sat down in the booth with the rest of the band. holding a girl you had just found not to long ago with an arm around your shoulder. tonight was one of tokio hotel’s day off so you all decided to go out to the bar and let loose.

drinks and glasses polluting the table, tom and georg had just taken a lover’s shot together, smashing the shot glasses down onto the table as they holler. bill can only scoff as gustav cheers and records the two hooligans and their shenanigans.

“ohoh, who’s this one y/n?”

“lexie, said she digged our band,”

“hi!”

“why hello lexie, you look a bit, familiar..” tom points out.

“h-huh?”

you clear your throat to avert all eyes onto you instead of lexie in hopes they don’t truly find out why you had ended up bringing her to the table. you take the shot glass out of tom’s hand that he was about to take and he yells at you.

“hey! that was mine :(”

“i’ll buy you another one later, c’mon lex,”

the two of you leave the booth. the four boys left in confusion as why you even brought her to the table in the first place if she was just going to leave. bringing her onto the dance floor, she begins to grind her hips onto yours. a rhythm unsatisfying, you can only stand behind her.

on a bright sunny morning after your night out, bill comes into the shared kitchen of the kaulitz apartment to find tom sipping on a cup of coffee, offering one to bill to which he accepts with a thanks.

“whaddya think of the girl y/n brought home?” tom asks.

bill scrunches his face, why would tom ask such an absurd question about another band member’s groupie especially y/n’s? nonetheless, he entertains his older brother as he quite literally had nothing else to do.

“well she was cute! loved her eye makeup.”

tom blinks twice before speaking, “are you fucking serious bill??”

“what??”

“her eyeshadow was the exact same as yours,”

“i don’t own eyeshadow, tom,”

“oh for christ’s sake—it wasn’t even just the makeup. her hair, outfit, demeanour, jesus even just looking at her it was like an exact carbon copy of you!!”

“if you didn’t notice by now, y/n has a habit bringing in girls who looked exactly like lexie,”

“i think you’re WAY in your head about it.”

and in fact, he was not. a couple minutes later bill and tom’s kitchen conversation had bill curious and wanted to test tom’s theory. googling shit like ‘y/n & groupies’ or ‘y/n with suspected girlfriend!?’ damn, was the media actually fucking insane.

it all came crashing down. looking at photo after photo all bill sees is women who dress either exactly or similarly to bill, with his band member. a proud smile plastered on his face until he realizes how stupid of an idiot he looks when he finds out that y/n likes him.

“y/n likes me?? :D”

with the grabbing off his keys, bill beelines it for the front door to head over to a certain someone’s place in hopes to catch him at the right time and confront him for these unsure feelings.

knocking is heard on your door, interrupting your daily television time. groaning, you get up from the couch and slowly head towards the door, a hand on your to scratch away the grogginess from last night. opening the door, you were met with an unexpected visitor.

“hi y/n!”

“b-bill?? mornin’ how are ya?”

“great! you okay? mind if i come in?” as he already begins to inch his body into your apartment.

“yeah sure, sorry i look like shit..”

“do you like me??”

the question caught you off guard. completely, off guard. how did he find out?? was it obvious?? damn it tom, he didn’t have to point out lexie last night.. your chest begins to tighten up as you begin to lose all air. not blinking, you attempt to make a run for it in your own home before a hand grabs your wrist.

“w-wait! y/n.. i like you too, please don’t leave.”

“what??

“i..i said i like you too, you like me right??”

you swallow a hard lump on your throat, “you sure?”

“am i sure what?” bill giggles.

“are you sure you like me?”

“yes, i like you y/n. and i can tell you like me too.”

“… was it the groupies?”

“it was definitely the groupies.”

“damn, didn’t think it was that obvious.”

“it wasn’t. tom had to tell me.” that little snitch! you’ll hafta deal with him later but as of now, the boy you had a crush on since the beginning of the band likes you back, and it’s about time that you finally did something. intertwining his hands into yours, you place a gentle kiss on his lips.

shocked, bill just lets it happen, but he reciprocated by kissing you back as you both stand there in the middle of your apartment living room. tongues tying together, the kiss deepens. gliding the muscle over bill’s tongue piercing, leaves him whining and wanting for more. you disconnect your lips with a heavy breath.

“are you okay with this?” you ask.

“mmhm..” bill nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck, placing kisses onto the skin one by one.

“‘kay,” you take his hand and lead him into your bedroom, closing the door behind you as you push him onto the bed undressing him. fuck. you run your hands down across the flat of his chest, starting from right above his chin running to his pelvic bone. bill shuddering, he winces at the touch, sensitive huh?

“s-schatzi..”

“hmm?”

“i want you..”

with a hum, you begin to undress yourself down till’ there’s nothing left and you’re left completely naked alongside bill. you place a hand on his shoulder for him to lay completely flat on the bed, intertwining one of his hands with yours, giving it a kiss of reassurance. letting go, you hold up his thighs.

“legs up baby,”

“o-okay..”

giving you better access, bill hoisters his legs up to give you easier access. bringing your hand to his face, you swipe a thumb over the plush of his bottom lip. in total obedience, bill opens his mouth to give you better leverage of inserting your fingers into his mouth, coating it with the slick saliva. swear to god that left your dick twitching and aching. the sight itself was so erotic..

“h-hahh.. pweaf hurreh..”

“fuck. bill. you’re killing me here..”

“gonna put one in, you gonna be okay?”

“yes..! just—please..”

you bring your digits down to bill and run them over the rim of his ass, attempting to insert one of the digits in which bill reacts by clenching. unable to move, you hover over bill’s body to place a kiss onto his lips, tongue gliding over every inch and crevice of him. naturally, bill relaxes the muscle around your digits giving you better access.

his dick leaked with precum, bringing one of his hands to jerk himself off as the two of you made out in addition to you fingering him. curling your fingers, bill moans into the kiss, body jolting with the sudden pleasure of you hitting his g spot.

“mmnah!”

“feel okay??”

“feels s’good, mm’ gunna cum soon.. wan’ you to feel good too though..”

“oh my god.. you’re so lucky i’m holding back on our first time.”

bill giggles as you position yourself in front of him. spitting onto his ass, you slather it around his hole and onto the tip and length of your dick already leaking with pre-cum.

“i love you bill, soso much..”

“i love you too y/n..”

again, you hold his hand using the latter to push yourself into bill. biting his lip, bill can’t help but let a few moans slip out as he looks up at you not making eye contact. pouting at how completely full your length has him. bottoming out, you’re balls deep in bill, giving him a couple minutes to adjust to the feeling.

“d-does it hurt..?”

“n-no..”

bill wiggles himself to bring his body closer to yours than it already is. you let out a groan and thrust your hips forward a bit earning a yelp from bill as you can physically feel his body twitching.

“ah!”

“you’re okay, yeah? i got you bill.. will ya let me move now?”

“y-yes.. please move..! wanna cum together..”

“whatever you say baby,”

you begin to move, slowly thrusting in and out inside bill as the bed creaks. the room is filled with a mixture of yours and bills moans. he holds your hand tighter as he tries to hold himself up to kiss you, struggling.

seeing at how cute he is, you lean in to help him kiss you, giving him deep strokes as the two of you deepen the kiss, tongues dancing with one another. he breaks the kiss with a whimper, tightening around you.

“unnh.. ‘mm cumming..”

“yeah?” you ask and with a feverish nod, you feel bill clench around your dick as you slam your hips into his, pelvic bone hitting the curve of his ass. you continue thrusting as bill grinds his hips onto yours. like bunnies in heat, you chase each other’s orgasms, heavy pants echoing off the walls.

“f-fuck! bill.. i’m close too—shit..!”

“eek!”

you still your hips as the two of you orgasm at the same time. bill twitching in pleasure as he balls the bedsheets within his palms, holding onto them as he rides out his orgasm. fucking your cum into bill, you release ropes of cum into his walls, filling him up.

pulling out, you watch as how your cum drips and globs out of bill. feeling shy, bill tries using one of his hands to cover the lewd sight behold in front of you as his body decorates itself with a hint of pink, all sweaty and sticky.

“s-stop looking..”

“gettin’ all shy on me now??”

“oh stop.. you were amazing by the way..”

“yeah? ‘m flattered..”

you place a kiss on bill’s cheek as you run your hand through his hair, getting all the strays away from him face as you tuck it behind his ears. wrapping his arms around you, bill sits in the empty of your lap as he cuddles into you.

“mm, tired..”

“let’s get you washed up,”

“nooo.. i can’t move.. :(“

“bill.”

“fine.. carry me??”

aftercare!w bill who you run a warm bath for, bubbles and everything. ensuring to message his sore body and wash his hair.

aftercare!w bill who insists on you to join his bath and when you reject him he gets mildly upset. so you end up joining him.

aftercare!w bill who tells you that you were the best he’s ever had. you feeling the same way, minute after minute will constantly recite affirmations in how sexy you looked fucking him and how good you were.

aftercare!w bill who you have to fight with in ordering takeout as you also argue on what movies to watch for rest of your now day off together.

aftercare!w bill who leaves the room momentarily to call tom and tell him what happened, giggling like a little girl as he tells tom too much information to which he had to hang up on him for.

aftercare!w bill who will big-spoon you after treating him so good. for making him feel good. all he needs now is to hold you close to him as the two of you fall asleep together.

[mononijikayu]

saboten record ━ nanami kento.

A moment like this with the love of his life let him feel like he wasn’t Nanami Kento, the jujutsu sorcerer. In this space, he was just a man who was so deeply in love with the woman in his arms. He was only a man who lived with what happiness came into his life and around his arms, as he twirls her, the laughter booming is the music he hears instead. This is happiness to him. This is what home is like. He would never trade this life for anything. This is a paradise he never wants to leave.

GENRE: Alternate Universe - Canon Convergence;

WARNING/s: Gen, Romance, Friends to Lovers, Husband and Wife, Friendship, Husband! Nanami, Reader! Wife, Fluff, Drama, Comfort, Falling In Love, Flirting, Fix-It, Humor, Domesticity, Family Life, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Idiots In Love, Light-Hearted, Slice of Life, Pining, Nanami Being A Great Husband;

WORDS: 1.7k words.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: this song suits nanami so well, i feel like gege hit with this. like he peaked with choosing fujifabric as nanami's favorite band.

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saboten record | let's fall in love for the night

IT WAS ALWAYS A SURPRISE WHENEVER HE CAME HOME. He never truly liked anything that was unpredictable, it was often too much of a headache. But it wasn’t with her. Instead, with her, it was always quite a natural nature. And he loved it. In all his time in danger with the nature of his work, Kento looked forward to coming home all the time. Come and drink a good beer on the couch. To come and catch up on the television shows he watches after. But most importantly, to have dinner on time with the love of his life.

It irritated him when he always comes home late because of the constant happenings of work going on longer than he would have liked. But she had never reproached him for it. She understood the nature of his work more than anything was harsh and cruel, but also dangerous. If he takes longer in order to be careful and come home safe, as she says, then waiting for him to come home will not be a problem. As long as he comes home at the end of the day, that is all she can care about.

When she had said that, his love for his wife blossomed even more than what was possible. Kento had wondered what he had done to be this happy, to be this lucky to have a woman who has constantly been there to support his change of roles from a salaryman to a jujutsu sorcerer. Though she did not know wholeheartedly the world her husband lives in, she willingly gave her support to him. In the days when he could not sleep from the nightmares of his past to the days of bringing him and Gojo lunch packs when the reports that they wrote would take longer in Jujutsu High.

Nanami Kento knew that he had won the lottery of life in this way already and even now, there was no doubt in his head that this was the best way to end his day. Upon opening the door to their home, he could hear Fujifabric playing loudly across their home. He walked slightly, leaning by the wall that separated the entrance hall to the rest of the house, and smiled at the sight of her.

There was no way for him to describe the feeling of seeing the love of his life dancing all around the kitchen as she prepared their meal for the night, the music playing so loudly in the space that was home that perhaps she did not hear door open. His heartbeat loudly against his chest at the sight, the sight of her smiling swaying lively as she cut vegetables. He didn’t have the heart to call to her that he had come home, coming to watch her dance along to the rhythm of the lively song. In a way, he can think that this song was just as lively as her.

He closed the door carefully, not wanting to disturb her lively performance. It was a far cry from what he had just witness half an hour ago from his day-to-day, where the darkness swallowed up much of what was too good. He sighed, loosening his tie and subsequently removing his googles, leaving it at the small counter of the shoe rack. Settling his work shoes away in the shoe rack and taking his newly washed house slippers, he stood and followed the bright light of the kitchen.

The scent of wonderfully prepared roast pork was calling him and his stomach over. There was a relief to be home once more, to smell the passion that came from her devoted cooking and the bright vibrant energy that could only come from her unique existence. It was what he thinks is the best for him in this life.

“You’re never this quiet unless its a tough day at work.” She says to him, seeing him just staring at her. She knew him too well. Kento sighed, nodding and wrapping his arms around her. She smiled, turning her head and placing a kiss upon his cheek. “Welcome home darling. You did well today.”

“You over-optimize the idea of me working well today.”

“But I know you did.” She continues to cut her vegetables. “You never have half-assed anything, darling.”

“That’s not true.” He whispers to her, resting his head upon her shoulders. “I do some things half-heartedly too.”

She laughs, setting aside scarlet-colored cabbage. “Whatever you say, darling.”

He sighs, letting his arms forfeit his hold on her, and settled beside her, looking over the vegetables she had chopped already and the resting roasted beef in a tray rack. “What are you making?”

“I would have thought you would already recognize your favorite Danish dish.”

Kento’s eyes lit up in recognition. She could see the fondness in his eyes. The eyes she had so dearly loved. “You’re making Smørrebrød?”

“You talked in your sleep about how you missed freshly baked Danish bread and I should bake some but then I thought maybe Smørrebrød would make you happier than just the bread-”

He leans towards her, using his height as an advantage and placing a kiss upon the crown of her head. She looks up to him and sees the warm loving smile that only she could see. She could feel her heart melting at the sight. His hand went toward her cheek, fingers rubbing against her soft cheeks. “You’re talking too much again.”

Her flustered look was one of the treasures he was able to behold. It had been years now, but he could help but still be so in awe with the way her brows raise slightly or how her beautiful orbs dilate. Or the way her cheeks immediately become red when he points out something to her. Kento felt thankful in a way that he was the only one who can only see her this way now. No one else can see his wife like this. Only he can.

“I like that a lot about you, my love.” He whispers to her, placing another kiss upon her neck. Her body felt like melting at his lower voice, but felt her heart race even faster when he intimately kissed her neck. “How lucky was I to have met such a lovely person like you?”

“I think I should be saying that.” She says, admiring his warmth near her. At this moment, she thinks - is where she wants to stay forever. “I’m so lucky to have you, my darling.”

The two of them started to hear the next song that was coming to play, which made her look at her husband with a small smile. He looks at her, seeing a little bit of mischief in the corner of her wanderlust eyes.

“Let’s dance to this one, this is your favorite song!” She pulls her hand onto his, dragging her husband across the room and into the wide space separating the dining table and the kitchen counter. Kento sighed, but he did have the heart to deny his energetic and bubbly wife. He smiled at her softly and took his other hand onto her waist.

She giggled loudly as he spun her around, their feet randomly dancing imperfectly under the bright light of their home. It reminded him of when he first met her, randomly at a Danish music festival when he had visited family back in Denmark years before. It was just like this, with her taking his hand carefully just to get him off his chair and dancing with her with a bright smile shining against his own lonesome figure.

A moment like this with the love of his life let him feel like he wasn’t Nanami Kento, the jujutsu sorcerer. In this space, he was just a man who was so deeply in love with the woman in his arms. He was only a man who lived with what happiness came into his life and around his arms, as he twirls her, the laughter booming is the music he hears instead. This is happiness to him. This is what home is like. He would never trade this life for anything. This is a paradise he never wants to leave.

The loud sound of the oven interrupted the two of them, which caused panic on his wife’s face as she scrambled out of his arms and grabbed the oven gloves on the side, squealing and grumbling in a panic about how she probably burned the dark rye bread cause she got carried away dancing.

Nanami Kento smiled widely, knowing that tomorrow would be another day. Another day where he has to face the uncertainty of perhaps not coming back to this home they had bult between them. A tomorrow where he could no longer dance to Fujifabric with his love in the middle of the kitchen. But he knew that it was his job still, even if he hated it.

But he promised himself, one of these days. It would be the last time. He will finish his work and return to her and they can go traveling, maybe to Malaysia for a tropical getaway with just the two of them. She always loved the sea, the sunny days where they could just enjoy the warmth together.

“Why are you smiling like that?” She asked him, looking at him as she placed the dark rye bread aside to cool.

“We’re going to Malaysia for our next vacation.”

Her eyes gleamed shining at him. Wrapping her arms around him, kissing his cheek. “Really? We’ve talked about it a lot but work…..”

He smiles down at her, fixing her hair. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll wrap it all up and we can go. I promise.”

“Well, it’s decided!” She hugged him even tighter, laughing. “You’ve never broken your promises. I trust you, darling.”

“I love you very much.” He whispers to her, hugging her in return. “I hope you know that.”

“I do.” She says to him with so much affection. “I love you too, my darling. Always.”

Always…..he liked the sound of that. He parted his body from her as she went towards the kitchen counter and busied herself with preparing the dish in individual plates. He took a deep breath, looking up the ceiling. A few more loose ends…..only a little bit more and he can finish with all of this. He can go and have that vacation with his love.

‘Shibuya….huh….’

[kittyball23]

Birthday Boy (a Trolls fanfic)

Summary: It’s Baby Branch’s first birthday, and his brothers ensure that he has an enjoyable celebration

A/N: Taking place before TBT

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“Birthday boy, birthday boy, everybody better make way to-day for the birthday boy!”

John Dory belted out the tune that he’d made up right there on the fly, holding up his youngest brother in his arms and swinging him playfully. Baby Branch giggled and clapped, enjoying the little ride he was getting before he was set down in his high chair at the table. Today was a special day, because the youngest little Trolling of BroZone was having his birthday! And not just any birthday – his very first!

A Troll’s birthday was an incredibly special thing – next to all the other holidays and festivities that were common – and his was no exception. Some folks threw extravagant parties, with lots of lights and glitter as well as plenty of singing and dancing, not to mention all the friends who would be invited. But Branch’s party was not quite as huge as one may think. Despite the baby belonging to what would surely end up becoming the hottest boy band of the century, there was no huge party with dozens upon dozens of their fans in the crowd. As was custom between them, they always reserved the very first birthday of any of them to a simple family affair. John Dory, Spruce, Clay, and Floyd had all remained within their pod, decorating the interior with streamers, balloons, and confetti, while Grandma Rosiepuff was in the kitchen baking all kinds of sweets for them to have.

Spruce hummed his own little tune as he worked, a romantic ballad that he was aiming to perfect for the next time he went onstage. He tried working dutifully, though he couldn’t help it when he had to pause to practice a suave smirk or an eyebrow waggle. Clay, on the other hand, was unable to keep still. He had a bounce in his step as he moved across the room, busting out a dance move when he could, the streamers flying out behind him. He noted Floyd on the other side of the room, looking indecisive as to what color balloon to blow up next, blue in his left hand and green on his right. With a glint of mischief sparkling in his eye, Clay grabbed a handful of confetti and flung it at his younger brother. He laughed as it smacked Floyd right in the cheek in a burst of color, startling the young Trolling. He gasped and dropped the airless balloons right on the floor.

The yellow-haired Trolling burst out laughing. “One, two, three, four, I declare confetti war!” he cried out, grabbing some more of the colorful little paper strips and flinging them at Floyd. Floyd huffed as it landed comically all over his hair and vest this time, and he grabbed some of the confetti to fling back at Clay.

His aim was a little off, however, and the confetti instead hurled right at Spruce instead, who had been in the middle of practicing a very charming smile. He was smacked right between the eyes, the purple-haired Trolling stumbling back in surprise. “What the - ?!” he exclaimed, and then realized who had thrown it at him. He smirked. “Oh yeah? Well, two can play at that game!”

Floyd gulped, squeaked an “Uh-oh!” when he saw Spruce lean his arm back and prepare to throw another big handful of confetti at him, and promptly hit the floor, ducking just in time. The confetti instead splashed colorfully on JD’s back.

“Hey!” he grumbled, whirling around. “You’re supposed to be decorating the room, not me!”

SMACK!

Another burst of confetti hit him, while Clay – clearly the culprit - giggled. “On the contrary, JD, I think it looks great on you!” he teased.

“Really?” JD said, snickering as he grabbed a handful of lime-colored confetti and flung it Clay. “I gotta admit, green kind of does suit you!”

“Yeah, right!” he laughed, grabbing more confetti and flinging it. Shrieks and colors filled the room, the lighthearted fight escalating to a playful squabble. From his high chair, Branch clapped his hands at the show that his brothers were putting on, thoroughly enjoying it. It was a contrary reaction from another Troll who entered the room.

“All right, boys, settle down now,” Grandma Rosiepuff said, kindly but still with a hint of sternness in her voice that was just enough to make the brothers put a halt to their shenanigans.

“Sorry, Grandma,” Floyd said meekly and slightly hanging his head.

Clay was not so quick to apologize for the fun that he had started. “Sorry not sorry!” he yelled out, whacking a balloon into the air with his hand.

Rosiepuff put her hands on her hips. “Really, young man? Then you better sorry-not-sorry your sorry butt into your room, mister!”

This made Clay stop the jig he was doing. “What?” he gasped. “But I’m too old for a time out!”

“You’re never too old for a time out,” Rosiepuff said, “just like you’re never too old for cake.” She reached into her aquamarine hair and pulled out a scrumptious-looking birthday cake, perfectly intact and decorated with colorful icing, sprinkles, and little pieces of candy. Clay nearly slobbered at the sight of it, along with the other brothers. It was Fluffleberry Surprise - or in other words, the most scrumptious confectionery to ever assault your taste buds. Grandma always knew how to make the best desserts!

“Now, are you going to behave?” she asked them, staring pointedly at the yellow Trolling.

“Yes, Grandma!” Clay said, making sure to respond louder than the other brothers. In an effort to prove it, he sprinted over to the table and sat down with his hands folded neatly in front of him. The others, while not as attentive to detail, did follow the yellow-haired Trolling’s lead and appropriately seated themselves as well, making Grandma Rosiepuff beam in delight.

“Ah, yes. That’s much better,” she said approvingly. Then came the highlight of the celebration, initiated when their grandmother took a match, struck it, and lit it against the wick of the sparkling birthday cake candle – the singing of Happy Birthday itself!

Baby Branch’s large blue eyes widened at the sight of the colorful candle, and the baby squirmed even more in his seat with anticipation once he saw his brothers huddle together. He cocked his head curiously. What were they up to?

It was a question that would not go unanswered for long. With a low hum that progressively increased in pitch with each brother who added his voice – starting with John Dory, then Spruce, then Clay, and then Floyd – a harmonious melody slowly began to fill the air. And if the wordless tune was anything to go by, the youngest BroZone member knew he was in for a treat when the actual lyrics came to flow out of their mouths in a pleasing rhythm.

“Ooohmm…

Happy birthday to yoouu,

Happy birthday to yooouuu,

Happy birthday Baby BraaAaAnch…

Happy birthday to yooouuUUU…”

Anytroll knew that Happy Birthday was one of the simplest songs that there was, but, aside from the change in lyrics based on whose name it was that was being celebrated, the song made itself unique with the manner that the singer (or in this case, singers) could improvise its musical elements and create a sound that would fit his or her own style. This time was no exception, either. BroZone's flare was evident in the way their voices blended seamlessly into each other’s, different but greatly synchronized - with a touch of John Dory's boldness, a dash of Spruce's charm, a hint of Clay's playfulness, and a smidge of Floyd's gentleness – creating a cohesive melody that would have impressed any Troll who listened in. Surely, if someone were to hear them sing this in concert, they would likely get dizzy with the sheer amount of talent that was embodied within the four Trollings. But this was no such occasion. It was their own family affair, so this performance was rightly exclusive to them in that sense. 

Branch clapped his little hands at once, and Grandma was quick to follow.

“Oh, wonderful! Excellent job, boys!”

John Dory pumped a fist. “YEAH!” Then, he scooted by Branch, fondly ruffling his blue hair and showing him the cake. “Well come on, bro, make your wish!”

“But first you gotta blow out your candle, like this!” Clay demonstrated, puffing out right into Spruce’s face, who was displeased at his brother’s chosen aim.

“Hey, genius! You make the wish first then blow out the candle,” he huffed, giving the yellow Trolling a playful smack upside the head. Clay gave him a light slap back, and the two suddenly erupted into a bout of wrestling. 

“Boys,” Grandma called to them again, and they hurriedly straightened up with sheepish smiles.

Baby Branch glanced at the candle and, looking determined, took a big breath and blew a raspberry-like noise, the flame blowing out in an instant!

His brothers had to laugh at the cute display, clapping, and then Floyd leaned towards his youngest brother, wapping one arm around his small shoulders for a side hug. “What’d you wish for, Baby Branch?” he asked.

“I’ll tell ya what,” John Dory said, acting like he knew (per usual). “You want a brand-new rockin’ birthday hairstyle, don’tcha?”

Even if it wasn’t what Branch may have wished for, the baby loved the idea, and babbled excitedly in agreement.

“Awesome!” Spruce exclaimed, also hyped. “Hmm. I’m thinking we could go with ‘The Spruce.’ The fans really liked that one, what do you think?”

He turned to Clay for an opinion, but the yellow-haired Troll shook his head, recalling the smoothed-back look that it would be required to undergo. “Bro, his hair needs to be longer to pull that one off. How ‘bout we give him frosted tips instead?”

Spruce beamed. “Oh-ho, I like that idea even better!” He exchanged a high-fiving handshake combination with Clay in agreement.

“Or we could give him a perm!” John Dory suggested, taking a look at Branch’s hair and already picturing him with the oodles of curly blue on his head. He’d look like a knockout for sure with that!

“That sounds like it’ll be nice,” Floyd shrugged, patting his little brother on the back with a grin.

“All right, now, don’t get too carried away in your ideas,” Grandma gently reminded them. “The last thing we need is to end up having some kind of hair-day disaster - like a bleached perm!” She shuddered to even think of such a thing!

Baby Branch looked up at his Grandma with a little pout, looking somewhat disappointed as if he had wanted just that. She chuckled at him, divvying out the plates of cake slices. “First things first, though… who wants cake?”

They all began chattering at once, eager to get their fill and to then get started on their project. Baby Branch giggled and cooed, belly full of treats and his feelings nothing but happy. While he had never had a birthday before, he in his young mind believed that this had to be his best one yet!

[asmaticc]

Worthy

hobie x gn!reader

summary - Hobie and you are roommates, great friends, best friends even. You’ve always got each other’s backs. But one day, you start noticing how Hobie isn’t that energetic any more, how he starts to talk less, barely going out of his room.

**Hobie’s canon event

words - 2.0k

You met Hobie a few years back at the pub where he used to play with his band and you quickly became friends. Now, you two were the ‘partners in crime’ kind of thing, but still friends. One day, talking about finding a place for yourself, Hobie pointed out that he was also looking for one, but being London, it wasn’t that easy to find something that wasn’t extremely expensive, so you agreed to start looking for one together and be roommates.

It was a nice place, decorated with each other’s personality, you made it your home. And you two had your dates and one-night-stands sometimes there too. It’s not like it bothered any of you, there was nothing going on between you and Hobie, just two friends in their twenties living their life.

Of course you shared something special that only the two of you could understand, but that was because of so many years of knowing each other. You were in all his shows since day 1, went to every protest together, even got arrested together! That’s something people don’t have the pleasure to share with their loved ones, and that’s what made you inseparable (also the fact that you discovered he was spiderman). Without needing words, you knew how each other felt or were thinking, it was like a secret code you could only understand, and everybody was amused how you two were not together because you were clearly made for each other. 

And, obviously, you were too dumb to realize. Too focused on ‘live the moment’, no commitments, no serious relationships, just flowing while enjoying your liberty. Even though you also wanted to know what it is like to wake up in the arms of someone that bathed you in kisses, that liked you, that loved you, and that, for Hobie, wasn’t available knowing what his job was about. 

The days after you had a date or some fun with somebody were always quiet in the house. Hobie seemed to have something in mind that was eating him out, sad even. The same happened to you, but you didn’t talk about it, neither of you. 

Days passed by and you were closer with each other because of this lack of ‘love’, behaving like a couple, you just didn’t realize you already got each other.

And it all started to crumble as Hobie started to be more introverted. He didn’t talk that much anymore, he barely ate unless you were there with him, not even touching his guitar or putting on his suit. Everyday, the bags on his eyes grew bigger, you didn’t see him that much anymore, all day locked in his room. And you tried to talk to him, but silence was the only answer you received through the door, affecting you too. You needed your best friend, you needed your talks, you felt lonely, even though you were not alone, you needed back your stupid dances with Hobie in the kitchen, the nights of watching horror movies and laughing at how dumb the characters are, or the ones when he showed you a new song he was composing, the afternoons in the market doing groceries together, the mornings when you’ve been up all night and went to a cafe when the city was still quiet. You lost him gradually. It started a few months back, and you didn’t question it because Hobie always got better, everybody had their problems, right? But now you were trapped too.

It was 4 a.m, you’ve been rolling in your bed for an hour and a half by now. Everyday it gets more difficult to sleep, thoughts running through your mind a hundred miles per minute, wondering if this is it, if this is your life now and what’s gonna happen. Most of the time, Hobie was the protagonist of these thoughts, blaming you for not helping him sooner, for not realizing how bad he was getting. You missed how his arms felt around you when you fell asleep together, whether it was in your room, his, or the couch; it always made you relax, his touch, his voice, his eyes looking at you… 

You got out of bed and thought of walking through the house to get bored enough to be able to get some sleep. Standing right in front of Hobie’s room, memories invading your mind, and you noticed his door wasn’t fully closed, so you peeked in, finding the bed messed up, with his owner nowhere to be found, so you decided to go to the living room, hoping to find him there.

He was lying on the couch, hands covering his face and the only sound of his breathing. You watched him for what felt like hours, he seemed like he hadn’t slept for weeks; his face, illuminated by the moonlight and the city’s lights, looked exhausted. His eyes were teary, his lips sealed for a sob to not escape his mouth. You’d rather be stabbed to death than see him like this, what happened to him? to your Hobie…?

You moved slowly to his side, he looked at you for the first time in weeks, and you took his hand. He followed you instinctively, locking his eyes with yours, no idea where you were going. You guided him to your bed, where you two lay, still with piercing eyes trying to make him know that you were there for him, you felt his arms rounding your body and pulling you closer, hiding his face on your neck. Your hand caressed his chest, noticing how his heart slowly settled and his breathing relaxed. He was finally asleep, and you fell soon too.

You woke up first and noticed that Hobie was still sleeping. You moved a little to caress the arm that hugged you, making circles with your fingertips and watching his body tightening yours as he noticed your touch. You didn’t know why you did that last night, but it felt like the right thing. Not knowing how much time passed, Hobie started to move into your neck. A few sunlights escaping through the blinds illumined his face, which was now right in front of yours on the pillow. You looked at his face like you’ve never done before, analyzing every faction you thought you didn’t remember, running your fingers through his cheeks, his nose, his forehead and his jaw.

“Hey” is the only thing that you could say. A smile decorated your lips as you saw him looking at you.

“Hey” he said back. His hand was caressing your back, fearing that you would leave.

“I missed you” and his face dropped a little, now avoiding your eyes. “I’m sorry I didn’t… talk to you about what was going on… I thought… I thought that you didn’t want to”

“I… didn’t” he let out a heavy sigh “cause it was always the same”

“What is it, Hobie? You can tell me anything, you know that” you pulled your face closer to his, hand on his cheek running your thumb through it.

“It’s just… I was tired of doing the same thing over and over again… Nothing changed, ever. The same songs to play, the same days to do a show, the system always the same, catching the same bad guys…” you listened to him carefully “Everything except you felt… ordinary, a routine in which I was trapped, like I’ve been doing nothing… nothing changed” he paused “And I didn’t know what to do… so I quit”

“But what changed between… you and me?” you asked worried

“Nothing, and it was fine at first, but… I still felt like I didn’t belong… here”

“What do you mean?”

“Like…” he sighed and sat down on the bed, you imitated his movements. “Like I am not worthy of all… this” he pointed to himself “I just don’t know who I am anymore”

“Hobie…” you took his hands in yours, caressing them “do you want me to lie to you and tell you that it’ll pass or do you want me to tell you the truth?” you sought his gaze, making eye contact with him. He rolled his eyes like it was an obvious question “The truth, right?” he nodded slightly “Truth is… that this is how life works. It may be hard for you in moments like this, but this is what life is about, questioning if you are really doing something good” he looked away but you took him by the face and looked at his eyes.

“But am I worthy? Why did it have to be me and not… anyone else?” a tear went down his left cheek “Why me?”

“I think… fate put that spider in your way for something… maybe because it’s you. Even if it was just a mere coincidence or a mistake, you have done the impossible to make a name for yourself and fight for the people, because you care. Tell me something…” you cleaned his tear with your thumb “do you think you are Hobie Brown because you are Spiderman, or are you Spiderman because you are Hobie Brown? I already know the answer... but do you?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he frowned.

“It means that you gotta find out who you really are… You are not your job, neither the clothes you wear or anything else. You are you, and you chose those things to represent you, but without them… are you still the same person? Do you still believe that the system must be changed?” you looked at him closely, watching him nod. “Then you know that you are the only one who can make this happen… the powers that spider gave you were only a nudge to do it”

“But what about…” he stroked your hands slightly.

“What, baby? Tell me”

“What about the people I love? What if something happens to them because of me?” his eyes were crystalized because of the tears he was holding “How am I supposed to live if you die because I couldn’t protect you…?” it sounded like a whisper, more like a question for himself than you.

“I don’t know… I really don’t know, but I guess you’ll get on with it” you hold his face in your hands “There’ll be people looking after you, i’m sure about that” you rested your forehead on Hobie’s “and I’ll be there always”

You stayed like that for a while, letting it sit in. There was no need of saying anything, he already knew the answers to his questions. But suddenly, he noticed something pressing his cheek… it was your lips. 

You slowly kissed his eyelids, his other cheek, his forehead and his nose, now making eye contact again, Hobie leaned to your lips and gave you a chaste kiss. You two were in shock, not knowing how to respond and feeling your faces get hot, but you leaned in softly, his hand reaching your neck to get you closer and joining your lips together again, this time until you couldn’t breathe. 

It was a careful kiss, your lips moved slowly into each other’s, not wanting to break it any time soon, it was like taking a weight off your shoulders you’ve been carrying for years, finally freed from it… it was the sign that Hobie needed to keep on.

“I love you” he said quietly while caressing your lower lip with his thumb.

“I know” you responded, pecking his finger and smiling at him.

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The Phantoms Part 8: Edge of Great | Bang Chan

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 (You Are Here) | Part 9 | Part 10

Synopsis: Y/n finds herself daydreaming over Chan while dancing with Felix, Han cannot figure out why Minho is acting so weird, and the phantoms are booked to play another gig at y/n's house.

Pairing: phantom!Bang Chan x fem!reader [Occurs in this chapter] (Minsung if you squint)

Genre: Julie and the Phantoms/3RACHA AU, Crack, Angst, Fluffy Moments

Warnings: Mentions of death

Notice: Part 8! Almost there, now! As always, I have no ownership of 'Julie and the Phantoms,' nor do I believe Han is gay in real life. Also, I got a bit lazy at some parts because I had no idea how to write them </3 Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy the chapter, my darlings!

Your little brother was in the dark of the house using his iPad to try and catch a ghost on camera. A shatter from the kitchen was heard, and he was hopeful it was a ghostly figure; however, when the lights flickered on, all that met his eyes was your aunt, who exasperatedly told your brother that ghosts were not real. Yet, she was unaware of the three ghosts in the living room watching the interaction.

"Typical adult!" Changbin sat perched on the arm of a chair, exclaiming at the sight before his eyes. "Do you remember when we were little kids, and they always tried to debunk our ideas?"

"I think that's just a 'you' thing, dude," Han disagreed, laying back on the couch. "I was pretty trustworthy as a kid."

"Shouldn't we be more worried about y/n?" Chan countered the both of them, his heart fluttering just thinking about you; the ghost was in a slouching position, his handed clasped together and his fingers fiddling with one another out of worry. "Her dad busted her, and he's probably making her quit the band as we speak."

"Well, we can't really do anything about that now," Changbin shrugged his shoulders, "but we can still help y/n's brother. Adults not believing kids ends tonight! Showtime!" Changbin flashed Han and Chan a playful smirk before he reached for the lamp; he proceeded to flicker the light off, which immediately caught the attention of your aunt and brother.

"Ghosts aren't real?" your brother repeated, mocking your aunt's prior words. "Explain that, then!" Changbin proceeded to open his arms in a prompting gesture.

"Light bulbs burn out all the time! It's nothing!" Your aunt waved her hand dismissively, and Changbin tsked at the matter.

"Wrong answer, Auntie!" Changbin hopped out of his seat, making his way over the to blinds of the nearby window. "Explain this!" He then began moving the strings to blinds up and down rapidly, causing them to open and shut in a swift motion. His actions caused Chan to cross his arms and roll his eyes, as Han threw his hands up in an annoyed manner.

Your aunt took a firm grasp of your brother's shoulders, a fearful expression quickly washing over her features.

"Do you think it's mom?" your brother asked, hope lacing his tone.

"Your mother would never scare us like this!" your aunt nearly screamed. "This is demonic work!" At your aunt's claim, Changbin stopped pandering with the blinds.

"Hey! Words hurt!" he dejectedly stated as a pout overcame his lips, inaudible to the living audience.

"Wait, I gotta get this on video!" your little brother commented, pulling up the camera feature on his iPad.

"Yeah, you do!" Changbin agreed, pointing to the young boy. "Time for an old classic!" The bassist then picked up a plain white sheet out of a closeby laundry basket and threw it over his head, moving around in stutters around the living room. Your brother tried to take a picture of the chaos, but the camera was in selfie mode; instead, he caught a humerous picture of your aunt screaming her head off. Before he could try again, your auntie frantically pulled him away from the living room. Han and Chan stared in disbelief, but did not do anything to stop Changbin's antics.

The latter of the three boys threw the sheet back in the basket, laughing in triumph as he fell downwards back onto the recliner. He looked at the boys, his playful smile contrasting Chan's anger and Han's astoundment.

"Do you have any idea what you just did?" Han inquired, his tone coming off more aggressive than intended.

"Yeah, I do!" Changbin assured. "I just stood up for every kid that has never been believed by an adult! Some may say I'm a super hero!" Changbin pondered for a moment before his eyes widened in realization.

"We should definitely hide before y/n finds out, huh?"

---

"Y/n, we need to talk."

Speaking of you, your were currently stomping up the steps to your house and being reprimanded by your father for sneaking out to go to the showcase. You let out a heavy sigh and stopped in the middle of the walkway, unable to meet your dad's gaze.

"So, skipping school, missing tests, and sneaking out even when I specifically told you to stay in your room and study?" Your dad was furious, there was no denying that; his eyes were narrowed and he crossed his arms as he talked.

"I know. I'm sorry," you replied, your voice barely audible due to guilt.

"You keep saying that," your dad countered. "If you would just let me in, I could have been excited about tonight! I hate having these conversations, y'know. Why didn't you tell me you were in a band?"

"It all just happened so fast!" you retaliated, your demeanor louder than your previous speakings. "Look, I have had a life-changing experience these past few weeks. When I play music, I feel so much closer to mom!"

"And you know I love that," your dad responded. "But Auntie is right; school needs to come first."

"And I know that, but without the band, without my friends, I would have never made it back into the music program. They played with me when I was trying to earn back my spot!" You finally explained the entire story to your dad, causing his eyes to widen and a confused smirk to etch onto his face.

"They did?"

"Yes! This band is my thing, Dad," you sighed as you flickered your gaze between him and the pavement.

"Well." As your dad began to talk, breaking the moment of quietness, you feared the worse; you were confident he was going to take the band away, that he was going to take your one connection to your mother away. Yet, his next words shocked you:

"I'd be a jerk of a dad to take that away from you, wouldn't I be?" Your eyes brightened, but your lips stayed molded into depressed pulsation as your dad continued. "You can stay in the band, BUT you need to keep up with school. Plus, I need to be kept in the loop."

"Seriously?" You smiled, watching your dad as he nodded his head.

"Of course."

"Thanks, Dad!" You flund yourself into your father's arms, embracing him in a tight hug that he quickly reciprocated. You broke away after a few seconds, confused at the dejected expression your dad now had.

"That lady at the show," he began. "She was some sort of manager, right? Could've been a big deal for you?"

"Who knows?" You shrugged it off. "Hopefully, she'll get to see us play again. Which I will tell you about."

"You better!" your dad playfully replied. "Because if I ever catch you sneaking out again, or if your grades tank, I'm pulling the plug! Or wires. Or whatever it is that makes holograms...hologram." You shook your head rapidly in understanding, awkwardness taking over the conversation. "By the way, do I ever get to meet these guys?" Your eyes widened at the question, and you felt your breath hitch in your throat from nervousness.

"Probably not!" You thought of something on the spot to tell your dad, settling on the fact that the phantoms were from Canada and that being seen was not their thing, which was only partially a lie.

"Well whoever and whereever they are, thank them for bringing my daughter back."

---

The next morning, you ventured downstairs to hear your dad and Changbin humming 'Finally Free' while the former was making breakfast. Your dad began to talk about how he wanted to make up for interrupting your conversation with the manager, thus he told you of his plan of hosting a garage party with some help from Flynn, while Changbin made comments about their now, "one-sided friendship."

"Oh! We're having a gig...at our house." At your lack of enthusiasm, your dad told you that the performance could be professionally filmed and put on YouTube, making your demeanor flip entirely.

"You'd do that for me?"

"Of course! It's only fair!" He walked to the fridge to grab a drink, and Changbin beamed.

"Best dad ever!" the bassist exclaimed. "I'll go tell the guys." Changbin quickly glanced at your dad and waved goodbye.

"It's cool, you don't have to answer. You can't even see me, so makes sense." You chuckled at Changbin's antics before he warped out of the kitchen.

---

You strutted to your locker as third period ended; you grabbed your dance bag and a couple of other items for the performance you and Felix would be giving today. It had snuck up on you, and dread was overtaking the excitement you had felt that morning over the house party gig.

As you slammed your locker shut, your fearful thoughts were halted by a figure standing behind the metallic door.

"Hey there," Chan smirked, leaning on the cerulean lockers. You jumped back, gasping before you realized it was only him; the sight of him alone made your cheeks heat up and clear your throat rather obnoxiously.

"Normal people don't do that, contrary to what High School Musical may have taught you, and ghosts definitely shouldn't either." You crossed your arms, not being able to help the soft smile that came across your face; however, Chan looked rather confused.

"High School what?"

"Oh, right, movie from the 2000s," you quickly explained, forgetting that Chan would not have seen the film. "Anyways, what are you doing here?"

"Well, we need to talk about what song we're gonna play tonight," the Australian explained, his accent sending shivers through your body that it never had prior. "I was thinking..."Edge of Great?'" You tilted your head to the side slightly as a soft hum escaped you. You reached into your jacket pocket and pulled out your phone. You acted as if you were dialing a number and put the device up to your ear, the action of which made Chan scoff.

"Seriously, Love?" he questioned, the nickname causing your heart to thump. "You're just going to take a call in the middle of our conversation? This is really-"

"Hey! So glad you picked up my call, that way people won't think I'm talking to myself!" you interjected Chan's indignant rant, causing him to halt and nod in amusment and understanding.

"Okay, nice save!" Chan shot a wink your way, his own pulse racing as he did so.

"But, yes, I think 'Edge of Great' would be perfect for tonight," you agreed with him, causing him to smile once more.

"Great! Well, that's pretty much what I wanted to talk to you about, so..." Chan trailed off, his voice faltering as he shoved his hands in his pants pockets and stared down at the ground.

"Oh!" you responded, a tad down that the conversaton could not continue farther; you loved talking to Chan. After all, conversation flowed so easily with him and never felt forced. You gave him a shy smile, causing him to shake his head in order to correct himself.

"Actually, I did want to talk to you about one more thing." He went back on his prior statement, reaching one hand up to scratch at the nape of his neck. "It's uh...I think you uh...you know." His voice kept stuttering, and it was evident he was anxious about something.

He was not sure what was wrong with him in that moment; he had talked himself up to this all morning. He wanted to tell you how you made him feel, how you had won his heart over the past few weeks, how your performance last night was the proving factor; however, his words caught in his throat at this moment, and he could not find the courage to do it. Therefore, he settled on telling you how you made him a, "better writer," while mentally facepalming himself for being such a coward.

His kind words, although not what intended, made your eyes sparkle with joy and your heart warm with affection. You gave a shy smile, feeling the heat in your cheeks flare up further.

"I think we make each other better," you responded, causing the ghost to stare at you in awe.

"Y/n, why don't you just ditch with me today?" he asked impulsively; his tone became low, almost husky as it was coated in admiration, causing your eyes to widen, your throat drying up from the endearing effect of his rasp. "Let's just go rehearse, or at least spend the day together."

"Believe me, I would love to, but I can't. I promised my dad school first." Your expression saddened at the fact that you had to turn down a day with Chan; in contrast, his demeanor seemed to become more cheeky.

"Well, you came to school first, and now you're leaving to go rehearse!" the phantom countered, his voice becoming even more breathy, and to you, downright attractive. "Come on, I can't do this without you, Love." You shook your head playfully, attempting to conceal the ever-present red hue on your face.

"I-I can't," you repeated, your voice stumbling over itself. "Plus, I told Felix I would be his dance partner."

Speaking of Felix, you heard his deep voice call your name as he approached you, passing slightly through Chan in the process. He was wearing a black button-up shirt, complimented by dress pants in the same color.

"And he's heading this way! Gotta go, bye!" You pretended to hang up the phone, focusing your attention onto Felix, which made Chan scowl out of slight jealousy.

"Talking about me, aye?" Felix gave a playful smirk, which only made Chan's disapproval heighten.

"'Talking about me aye?' She was, but not in that way you little-"

You cleared your throat loudly, signalling for Chan to shut up before you turned back to Felix.

"Yeah! Just telling my dad about how we're dance partners today."

"Cool! Speaking of, you ready for the performance?" Felix questioned, nervousness present in his words.

"Yeah, we're gonna do great!" you assured the boy; although, you felt a bit fearful yourself.

"Glad you're confident," Felix chuckled out. "After three classes, I'm convinced I got worse. But hey, I've got my secret weapon." Felix shot a finger gun and wink your way, causing Chan to jerk his head back in surprise.

"Awe, someone has a crush on y/n!" he teased the boy, and you for that matter, eliciting a 'shhh' from you; upon that, Felix furrowed his brows in confusion.

"Pshhh," you quickly saved your sudden action. "You're silly!"

"No, seriously, I am nothing without you," Felix affirmed his prior statement. Meanwhile, Chan was standing behind him, mocking his every word and action.

"You'll do great!" You shoved at Felix's shoulder. "See you in there?"

"Yeah, I'll be the guy trying not to make us look stupid," he replied sarcastically as he walked away, looking back at you whilst beaming; Chan followed Felix for a short time before turning back your way.

"Oh, he is just too cute!" Chan mocked, partially to tease you but the other part out of jealousy. "You gonna pick him over me?"

"Boundaries!" You rolled your eyes at the boy's comment, beginning to stride away from him. "We can rehearse after school."

"I know you're smiling, y/n!" Chan called once your back was fully to him. You were indeed smiling, grinning even as you walked away; it was Chan, so you really had no other option due to the feelings erupting in your heart. Chan made one final call before you had walked completely out of sight.

"Kill it on the dance floor!"

---

"Breathe in," your dance instructor commanded as the pairs stood in place for the performance. "Shake out your nerves, and..." her voice trailed off as she began the music.

You took a moment to reassure Felix's nervousness, although you may have accidentally called him Chan once or twice. You sheepishly covered your mistake by saying you were thinking of something else and your mind wandered. Felix nodded skeptically; you then tried to focus on your ensuing performance. The music began and you recited the routine you had been practicing in class for days, nailing every step. Felix smirked at you, nodding in beat with the music as he truly did think of you as his, "secret weapon," for the performance. You reciprocated the beam, turning to face the mirror; you were not expecting what happened next.

In the middle of the dance, you found yourself slipping into your thoughts, the melody pulling you under like a gentle tide. When you blinked, Chan had somehow replaced Felix as your partner. His hand slid into yours, warm and steady, grounding you despite the rush of your imagination. The world seemed to blur at the edges, leaving only the two of you in focus. The soft glow of the stage lights caught the gleam in his eyes, reflecting a quiet confidence that made your breath hitch.

Every step you took with him felt weightless, like you were gliding across the floor on air. His movements were fluid and deliberate, each one aligning perfectly with the sweeping crescendos of the music. You could feel the heat radiating from his palm against yours, an anchor that tethered you to the moment. Your heart thudded against your ribs, so loud you wondered if he could hear it.

A shy warmth spread across your cheeks, the pink glow rising as his gaze never left yours. Your smile came unbidden, soft yet unshakable, a reflection of the joy coursing through you. The room seemed to hum with an unspoken connection, every twist and turn leaving a trail of sparks in its wake. This—dancing with him—felt effortless, like this was how it was always meant to be. The performance wasn’t just perfect; it was a dream brought to life.

At the end of the song, you snapped out of your trance.

"Hey, that was awesome!" Felix's voice sounded, which was was rang you out of your train of thought. "Thanks, partner!" Judging by his reaction, the dance went inferably perfectly. You did not bask in the greatness however, instead opting to nod in agreement before speeding away into the music room.

---

"Look, we add the echoes during the chorus, then when y/n comes in with the melody, it's gonna be perfect!"

The phantoms were piddling on their instruments, figuring out where to add notes, harmonies, and other adornments into, 'Edge of Great,' for the performance tonight.

Yet, their brainstorming session was swiftly interupted by a thud at the garage door; all three phantoms turned their head towards the noise and were meeted with an astounding sight.

Minho.

The skater disappeared as fastly as he had appeared, causing all three boys to shake their heads.

"Again?" Changbin asked in confusion. "What is this even about?"

"I don't know," Han answered quietly. "But I'll be damned if I don't find out."

Outside, Minho attempted to skate away; however, he was halted by a squirrel-esque ghost teleporting in front of him. The sight of Han almost made him stumble off of his board as he stopped too fast.

"What's going on with you?" Han outbursted as he appeared in front of the skater, outstretching his arms in a wondering manner. "It's like you keep finding me just so you can leave again."

"Believe me, Han, I want to explain," Minho guiltily confessed. "I can't, though, man." Minho tried to escape Han's trapping stare; however, Han moved in front of the boy.

"No, you can explain and you're going to." Han crossed his arms, his voice upping an octave or two. "You haven't been yourself since Seungmin's club. I really liked spending time with you, and I thought we were having fun together." The latter part of Han's admission was softer than the first section; it was gentle, yet firm.

Minho shook his head, regret present in every physical feature of his body.

"We should have never met," Minho uttered under his breath dejectedly. Han stood in place, his mouth agape; he felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes, and his words caught stickily in his throat.

"What does that-"

Before he could ask, there was a faint rustling that sounded from behind the two boys. Minho jerked his head, as if something was going to come for him the moment he tried speaking to Han again.

"Look, I gotta go." With that, Minho warped away, not another word spoken between the two guys. Han stared at the spot where his crush had just been, his heart shattering as Minho's words replayed in his head.

Maybe they should have never met.

---

You softly beamed as you pressed each key on the piano, creating a melody based off of your encounter with Chan in the performance room; the melody was gentle and filled with intense passion and love. You mentally repeated the experience over and over again, remembering everything from Chan's gentle touch to the bright smile that he kept throughout the entire performance.

"There you are!" a high-pitched voice exclaimed, undoubtedly belonging to Flynn. "I've been looking everywhere for you! Why'd you run out so fast?" You lifted your head up slowly.

"Sorry, I needed air," you explained. "It was getting a bit too intense in there."

"Oh, I noticed!" Flynn grinned cheekily. "Dancing with the guy you've had a crush on since middle school will do that to you, girl!" She was, of course, referencing the "tension" she had noticed between you and Felix.

"Well," you sighed out, causing Flynn to tilt her head slightly. "The whole time Felix and I were dancing, I was thinking about Chan." You tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear, tsking slightly at yourself.

"Really?" Flynn asked in disbelief. "First off, knew it. Second, I know you always want things that are outside the realm of possibilities, but liking Chan is next level. He is quite literally out of the realm."

"I know!" you nearly yelled out of anxiety. "And now, I'm almost positive Felix likes me. Felix!"

"He totally does," Flynn beamed as she affirmed.

"But me and Chan..." your voice faltered as you ventured back into dreamland. "We click. Plus, he's so-"

"Non-existant," Flynn finished your sentence, causing your demeanor to switch from admiration to dejection. "You can make all of the music you want with Chan, but he's always going to be a ghost."

You felt hurt by Flynn's words; to you, Chan was real, just not alive. The two of you had built such a firm connection, and the feelings were bound to develop at some point or another. You could not bear the thought of leaving those feelings behind. Flynn, however, spotted your sadness, which made her grab your phone.

"How about," she started, "we send Lix a friendly little invitation to the party tonight?" She turned the phone screen towards you to show you the message, which caused you to move back in astonishment.

"I don't use that many smiley faces."

"Well, I am not letting you get heartbroken!" You did not understand the point of Flynn's comment, thus you shook your head, another idea invading your mind right after.

"Well, we're performing tonight anyways. What am I supposed to do?"

"Thought you'd never ask!" Flynn replied, surprisingly enthusiastically. "The key is avoiding those large, gorgeous, dead eyes."

"You're very pushy today," you commented upon Flynn's demanding tone.

"You're welcome!"

---

The phantoms were rehearsing in the studio, practicing moderately to the beat of, 'Edge of Great.' Chan and Changbin were delicate with their guitar riffs; however, their drummer was not so gentle.

Han was attacking his drumset, as if it were a zombie during the apocalypse. His two bandmates winced at his aggression, halting their playing as the youngest followed suit soon after.

"You alright?" Chan asked Han, concern present in his demeanor.

"Yep. Perfect. Why?"

"Look man, it's gonna be tough," Changbin reassured. "They say you never forget your first ghost. There will be others!"

"Plus, you're a great drummer and a great guy," Chan added on. "Don't let Minho get in between you and what you love."

"I don't know man," Changbin countered. "Sometimes, a bit of fire can spice things up on stage. Y'know, like the fire between you and y/n."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Chan scoffed lightly, but he could not help but grin stupidly at the mention of him and you together.

"Please, Chan," Changbin retaliated. "Everyone sees the way you look at her when you sing. The chemistry oozes between you two."

"I have chemistry with everyone I sing with," Chan countered, still attempting to conceal his already-revealed feelings. He caught eye of Changbin and began to approach the male.

"Seriously watch!" He then belted out the lyrics to 'Edge of Great,' adorning the verses as he grabbed Changbin's face and held him in place; the bassist's face morphed into an expression of shyness.

"That was...that was pretty hot," Changbin gasped out, his cheeks embarassingly red. Chan ended his endeavor by kissing his pointer and middle fingers and pressing them against Changbin's lips; Chan then walked back to his guitar, acting as if nothing had happened. Changbin, on the other hand, coughed exaggeratedly.

"Girls, am I right?"

"Yeah," Chan sighed out.

"No!" Han innocently rejected.

---

That night, your backyard crowded with excited visitors; everyone from classmates, your father's colleagues, and even a couple of record executives had showed up to watch your performance. Even Carrie had arrived, although she was currently attempting to persuade Felix not to trust you because of the abnormalities about the holograms.

"Hey, partygoers!" Flynn rang out at her DJing booth. "Make some noise for Y/n and the Phantoms!" The crowd burst into applause as your little brother and one of his friends opened up the decorated garage doors; they were adorned with flowers that spelled the band name.

As they opened the doors, there you stood, smiling nervously as you adjusted the microphone stand in front of the piano. You were wearing another one of your mom's outfits; you were wearing a white, butterfly top with matching butterfly clips in your hair. You thanked everyone for coming, taking in a deep breath before you began the song.

"Running from the past Tripping on the now What is lost can be found, it's obvious

And like a rubber ball We come bouncing back We all got a second act, inside of us"

You pressed a few more piano keys, before taking your microphone off of the stand; your dad, who was filming the performance nearby, switched on the hologram projector, and the phantoms appeared right on cue, bringing a perfect rise to the song.

"I believe I believe that we're just one dream Away from who we're meant to be That we're standing on the edge of Something big, something crazy Our best days are yet unknown That this moment is ours to own Cause we're standing on the edge of great!"

Throughout the chorus, you moved between Changbin and Han, vibing with both of the phantoms as the song reverberated across the backyard. Chan approached, eager to jam with you just as the others had, but you purposefully ignored his attempts, redirecting your focus back to the crowd. He was caught off guard, a flicker of hurt crossing his face at the sudden shift, his smile faltering as he realized you had pulled away.

You had reluctantly decided to take Flynn's advice, though it pained you deeply. You truly cared about Chan, and you could not imagine anything changing the connection the two of you shared. Yet, Flynn was right. Chan was a ghost, and there was no realistic future with someone who was not alive. As Chan began his verse, he watched you, hoping you would come vibe with him at the microphone, his gaze filled with quiet anticipation.

"We all make mistakes But they're just stepping stones To take us where we wanna go It's never straight, no"

Instead of rocking out with him, you stayed close by Changbin, headbanging and moving back and forth with the bassist while the guitarist watched sadly. Towards the end of his verse, you made awkward eye contact, and he motioned his head for you to join him for your united verse; however, you stared straight on, standing in front of the piano.

"Sometimes we gotta lean Lean on someone elseTo get a little help Until we find our way"

Chan was overwhelmed with a mix of emotions—dejection, hurt, and confusion. Han and Changbin mirrored his bewilderment, exchanging glances as they looked at you, wondering why you had suddenly pulled away. All day, you had been fine, so why this change in behavior? Whatever it was, it agitated Chan. He longed to be close to you, to sing beside you, yet you kept your distance. The separation stung just as much for you; your heart ached every time you caught the saddened look in his eyes as you distanced yourself from him. Trying your best to ignore the pain, you hopped onto the piano for the bridge

"Shout, shout C'mon and let it out, out Don't gotta hide it Let your colors blind their eyes Be who you are, no compromise

Just shout, shout C'mon and let it out, out What doesn't kill you makes you feel alive Oh-oh"

As you hit the falsetto on the third and final chorus, something unexpected happened. Your eyes met Chan’s once again, and in that instant, he added a guitar riff that was not in the original song, drawing closer to your criss-crossed position on the piano as if to capture your attention. There was a look of awe in his eyes, one that you could not help but mirror, a quiet understanding passing between the two of you as the music swelled around you.

All previous thoughts had been abandoned; you stared at Chan with longing in your eyes as you sang. Sure, he was a ghost, but he was a cute ghost; a cute ghost that you were slowly but surely falling for in every moment. In that moment, it felt as if you were singing to him, as if no one else was around. You became lost in his chocolate eyes, only breaking contact to stand up on the piano as you sang the high note to the chorus.

Han, Changbin, and Chan played their instruments in adrenaline-pumped fervor as the song ended; you remained atop the piano until the end of the chorus, in which you hopped down onto the bench and fixed your microphone back onto the holster. As you switched back to the piano to end the song out, the phantoms disappeared with a final riff.

Well, two of them did.

"Running from the past Tripping on the nowWhat is lost can be found, it's obvious"

Chan leaned over your shoulder, making intense eye contact with you as you both sang the final verse; this moment, although inexplainable, felt intimate, once again seeming as if the two of you were the only ones present in the audience. His gaze flickered down to your lips, and he seemed to lean in briefly; however, the music stopped and he vanished before he was able to make a move.

As with the other performances, the crowd became a cacaphony of cheers and gasps as the phantoms vanished. You gave a playful bow as you retreated back into the garage, smiling at your newfound confidence and the success of the performance.

Meanwhile, a heartbroken gaze who had watched every event unfold between you and Chan watched on, a lump caught in his throat and defeat present in his gaze.

---

After the performance, Chan, Changbin, and Han stayed outside, playing basketball at the small court besides the garage once the guests had cleared out.

"Feels like we should be celebrating or something," Changbin commented as he caught the ball from Chan's toss. "What do you guys wanna do?" Before Han or Chan could respond, another flickering jolt came over the boys, causing them all to fall onto the ground in pain.

"Not that," Han said, coughing slightly.

"That wasn't like the other ones," Chan noticed. "It's getting worse."

"Why is this happening to us?" Changbin asked rhetorically.

"It's because you guys are in trouble."

Minho had appeared from out of nowhere, his arms crossed and his tone laced with alarm.

"Minnie?" Han questioned, stepping closer to his suitor.

"We need to talk," he bluntly told the boys.

---

"All the jolts we're feeling is because of Seungmin's stupid stamp?" Chan was angered, his footsteps heavy as he, Han, Changbin, and Minho strided across Sunset Boulevard.

"He's threatened by you!" Minho explained concerningly. "You're the only ghosts who lifers can see without his help, so he wants you under his control."

"And you let him do this to us?" Han inquired, his tone more aggressive than he wanted it to be.

"Do you really think I can stop him?" Minho questioned Han, his voice breaking as he spoke. "He owns my soul. In fact, he owns every soul at his club. If he even knew I was here, talking with you guys, he...he would destroy me."

"So, if we don't join his club," Changbin recounted Minho's descriptions, "we keep flickering until our lights go out?"

"Yes," Minho gulped.

"So, what exactly happens when our lights go out?" Changbin followed up.

"That's it," Minho shrugged, his face expressing nothing but solemnness. "You're done. You don't exist anymore."

"What?!" Chan exclaimed, his rage growing. "So, you mean, we have to say goodbye to everything we've worked for? We have to lose y/n? I have to lose the girl of my dreams and work for Seungmin?!" Chan's confession was the least of anyone's worries at that moment; instead of focusing on that, Minho shook his head dismissively.

"There's another option, and you have to hear me out on this," Minho explained as he breathed in. "If you guys could figure out what your unfinished business is, you can cross over just in time and at least exist in the afterlife!"

"Why should we even listen to you?" Han stepped forward, his eyebrows furrowed out of anger.

"Because I care about you, Ji!" Minho yelled out, loud enough for all of Hollywood to hear if Minho's voice was audible to lifers. "I can't stand that I got you and your friends in this mess. Look, I can't be away from the club much longer, but I can apologize...I'm so sorry guys. For everything."

With that, Minho warped away, just as Han reached for him; the latter of the two took the former's spot in order to face Chan and Changbin. He kicked his feet at the ground, a tear falling down his cheek.

"This is my fault," he said, his voice mixed with guilt and regret. "I met Minho, Minho introduced us to Seungmin, and Seungmin screwed us over!"

"No, Han," Chan rejected his friend's claim. "We all wanted to go see Seungmin."

"We have to tell y/n," Changbin realized, sadness washing over his features.

"No! Absolutely not!" Chan protested, his tone several octaves higher than it should have been. "Okay, she has lost so much; if she knows she's losing us, it will break her, and I can't hurt her like that! The best course of action is to figure out our unfinished business and cross over without her knowing."

"Okay, how are we supposed to do that, Chan?" Han outbursted, running an anxious hand through his hair. "There was so much we wanted to do!"

Chan's stare shifted from his bandmate to just behind him. He took a few steps forward, as if he was drawn to the glowing sign just behind Han.

"What is it, man?" Han asked, his tone softening. He looked behind to where Chan was staring, and Changbin followed suit.

"What was the one thing we were meant to do together on the night we died, mates?"

The three bandmates found themselves looking at the large, glowing blue sign of the Orpheum Theater. All three widened their eyes in realization, and it took a while before Changbin clarified in the form of a question.

"Play the Orpheum?" Changbin asked, worry and disbelief mixing in his voice.

"How can we even do that?" Han shook his head as he inquired. "Even after 3RACHA was known, we had to use every favor we had. Getting that gig took us years!" At that moment, another excruciating jolt rang throughout the phantoms, causing them to double over and groan. Chan coughed his lungs out as he looked back to the sign of their saving grace.

"Well, we don't have years."