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sejanusbaby · 2 years ago

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Being in a Relationship with Eddie Munson…

A/N: I literally manifested Eddie into Stranger Things. You don’t understand. He is actually dream boyfriend for me. I’ve never become so attached to a fictional character like this. I might make an NSFW version of this, or just turn this into a fic instead.

Warnings: Like, one curse word. Reader is female and uses she/her pronouns. Reader is also a bit of a “girly girl,” if you will. It’s also implied that the reader is shorter than Eddie. This might as well be a fic, but here we are.

I did not proof read this and sort of threw it together last minute, so I have everyone likes it. Let me know if I should turn this into a series instead! Also, send me any of your Stranger Things requests please!

Contains possible spoilers for Stranger Things, season four!

You had just transferred schools when you moved to Hawkins. Much against what you wanted, your parents had convinced themselves that the small town was the best place to be.

You wouldn’t have minded it, really. However, they chose to move right before your senior year began. This caused a ton of unwanted stress, on your part. You were forced to make new friends, in a new environment.

Your first day couldn’t go that bad, right? You stuck to your usual routine, styling your hair to perfection, wearing your pink lipstick and glittery eyeshadow. You had already set out your outfit for the day too. A light pink, long sleeved blouse with some ruffles on the sleeves. Your nicest blue jeans, with a pink belt, and some white flats.

Sure, you weren’t trying to impress anybody, but it wouldn’t hurt to make a good first impression. Right?

The assistant at the front desk was kind enough to give you your schedule for the semester. The school wasn’t too big, but still intimidating, nonetheless. She could probably tell by the look on your face.

Behind you, in one of the chairs, a boy, not much older than you, sat slouched over. He was tapping his foot, drumming his fingers on his knee. He had long, curly brown hair, tattoos scattered on different parts of his body, and wore a shirt with “The Hellfire Club” across it.

He must have felt you staring at him, because his finger drumming ceased, and he glanced up at you. His eyes were a warm, but dark brown. He smiled at you, causing your cheeks to flush, and you turned back to face the assistant at the desk.

“Okay,” the woman started to say. “Here’s a list of different clubs and extra curricular activities you might be interested in. Also, don’t forget the deadline coming up to pay for your cap and gown for graduation.”

You nodded, eager to figure out where your classes would be. As you took the paper from her, she glanced right behind you to the boy you had just noticed. “If I let you go now, do you think you could stay out of trouble for the rest of the day, Mr. Munson?” She inquired.

The boy stood up instantly, nodding his head, smiling. “Of course, Mrs. Nelson. I swear.” He said. The lady, Mrs. Nelson, rolled her eyes.

“The other condition is that you assist Ms. Y/L/N today, with helping her find her classes, and giving her a tour of the high school.” She stated, taking a seat in her chair.

“Yes, that’s no problem at all.” He said, still wearing a wide smile on his face. He rushed by you, opening up the door to the office, and gestured for you to go before him. “My lady, after you.” You smiled shyly. He was cute, for sure. Not someone you thought to be your type, though. Plus, you hadn’t even met anyone else yet. I’m sure there were plenty of other people in Hawkins that could be a match for you.

Eddie, on the other hand, felt his heart racing for some reason. You were so cute, the way your hair framed your face, the pink lipstick perfectly applied to your pretty lips, and the way you smiled. He needed to calm down, though. He didn’t even know you. He, quite literally, just met you.

“So, I didn’t quite catch your first name, hun.” He looked over to you. You blushed again, your eyes meeting his, only for you to break contact with them almost immediately. “It’s Y/N.” You said. “What’s yours?”

“It’s Eddie. Eddie Munson.” He shot a toothy grin at you. “So, where are you from, Y/N? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“I used to live in New York, but my parents wanted somewhere more quiet to live, so here I am.” You explained to him. He listened, not interrupting at all.

“So, let’s see what we have here.” He said, snatching the schedule from your hands. “Hey, your first class is with Ms. O’Donnel. I have her first period too. Maybe we can talk more about you over a boring English lesson. What do you say, New York?” He teased you with the nickname. You smiled, starting to feel comfortable in his presence. “Totally.”

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“Mr. Munson, are you and Ms. Y/L/N going to join us today?” The teacher asked, clearly annoyed with the whispering and giggling coming from you and Eddie.

“I’m sorry, Ms. O’Donnel.” Eddie cleared his throat. “I’m just helping Y/N here get comfortable with Hawkin’s High.” He nudged you with his elbow playfully, smiling at you. That damn smile, again.

—

Eddie helped you find each of your classes after that, even inviting you to sit with him and his friends at lunch.

After your first class, the day went pretty smoothly, until it was time for lunch. As you walked into the cafeteria, tray in hand, your eyes darted around to find Eddie, or at least an empty table to sit at.

Somehow, Eddie was able to spot you pretty quickly. He sauntered over to you, grasping one of your hands in his. You could feel the coolness of his rings on your own fingers. You had just met this guy. Why did it feel so natural to hold his hand? “Hey there again, New York. I saved you a seat right next to me.” You smiled as he led you to said seat.

“I’m honored to get to sit next to you, Munson.” You playfully teased. He laughed, “Hey, not many others have such privilege to be in your spot, New York.”

You noticed his friends eventually began to take there seats at the table. They were all sporting the same shirt that Eddie had been wearing. “So,” you began to say, “the Hellfire Club. What is that?”

“Have you ever heard of Dungeons and Dragons?” One of Eddie’s friends asked. He wore a baseball cap and had curls like Eddie. “I’m Dustin, by the way. Dustin Henderson.” He smiled brightly at you. You gave him a smile back. “I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you, Dustin. And yes, I know of D&D. I’ve never played though.” It was true. You had a younger brother who was into the game, though you never agreed to play with him and his friends.

Dustin was about to speak, when suddenly Eddie began speaking in a very deep voice, a magazine held up close to his face. “The Devil has come to America. Dungeons and Dragons, at first regarded as a harmless game of make-believe, now has both parents and psychologists concerned. Studies have linked violent behavior to the game, saying it promotes satanic worship, ritual sacrifice, sodomy, suicide, and even…” he trailed off, only to slam the magazine onto the table in front of him, “murder!”

You giggled at his impression, along with the others. “We’re freaks because we like to play a fantasy game.” He stood up on the table now. “But as long s you’re into band or science or parties or a game where you toss balls into laundry baskets…”

Across the room, one of the basketball players stood up, looking at Eddie with a face of disgust. “You want something, freak?” He yelled. Eddie just stuck his tongue out at the guy, laughing while doing so.

“It’s forced conforming.” Eddie spoke. “That’s what’s killing the kids! That’s the real monster.” His friends laughed once again. Finally, he took his seat next to you again. “So, guys, this is Y/N.” He introduced you. His friends made brief introductions to you.

“So, uh, speaking of monsters, uh, Lucas has to do his, uh, balls-in-laundry-baskets game.” Dustin spoke, nervously. Eddie just glanced over at him. “So…” He trailed off, laughing, probably due to anxiety. “He’s not gonna be able to make it to Hellfire tonight.” He continued on, “And I know there’s no way we can beat your sadistic campaign without him. So, me and Mike were talking, shooting the shit, and we were thinking that maybe we might…” He paused.

“Postpone!” Mike finally spoke up, finishing off Dustin’s thought for him. Almost instantly, the majority of the group protested. After a heated discussion, Eddie came up with a solution for the two boys. Find a sub for this Lucas guy.

Dustin gestured to you. “What about your new girlfriend here, Eddie. She said she knows enough about the game. Have her sub for Lucas. Plus, you’ll get to spend more time with her that way.” The boy teased, chasing your cheeks to turn bright red. Eddie chuckled, looking to you.

“What do you say, New York? Just one time?” He asked, reached over and giving your hand a squeeze. “For me?” He put on a fake pouty face and batter his eyes at you. “Sure.” You agreed.

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That was the beginning of you and Eddie’s relationship. You two became pretty much inseparable. Two best friends. You trusted him enough to try weed for the first time. Since then, you two met up at his trailer almost every day to smoke and hang out.

Your parents weren’t huge fans of him, as polite as he was when he came over to hang out with you. But they managed to tolerate your friendship with him.

One particular night, Eddie invited you over after school, and suggested a sleep over. “We can go pick up any movies you want to watch. We can even get pizza and smoke and have a good time.” He proposed to you, leaning against the lockers next to yours.

“I don’t know, Eddie. My parents would never let that happen. And I have that huge test on Monday to study for.” You rambled on. You were so cute, Eddie thought to himself.

“C’mon, sweetheart. It’s one night. Just tell your parents that you’ll be at Nancy’s. Plus, you have the rest of the weekend to study. I’ve barely gotten to see you this week.” He pleaded with you, holding his hand over his heart dramatically. You rolled your eyes. “Fine. Just pick me up from my place at 5 o’clock. Just so I can get some stuff together.” He smiled, grabbing your hand and kissing your knuckles.

“Of course, my lady. Your chariot will arrive at 5 o’clock sharp.” He said, smiling down at you. He was so pretty, you thought to yourself. “I’ll see you later, New York.” He called out, heading to his next class. You shook your head and laughed at him.

—

After picking you up, the movies up, and the pizza, you found yourself at Eddie’s trailer again. His uncle worked nights, so you knew you guys would have a smooth, undisturbed evening.

Eddie passed the blunt over to you, and began to set up the movie on the small TV that sat in the living room. You took a couple of hits from the blunt, and once your felt comfortably high, you passed the rest of it back to Eddie. You knew he’d finish it off, anyway. He always did. He knew you hated the burn.

The movie started, and you and Eddie began to eat your dinner together. He would make fun of the actors or characters most of the time. “Come on, Y/N. It’s so cheesy.” You rolled your eyes at him. “Someone’s got an attitude tonight.” He remarked, poking at you for fun.

“Eddie, I swear to God, if you touch me again, I will personally have to lay you out.” You laughed, threatening him playfully. He chuckled. “I would love to see you try, sweetheart.”

Without warning, you reached your hands over to Eddie, and began to attack his most ticklish spots. His ribs. “Not fair!” He protested, only to be cut off by more of his own laughter as you kept going.

At some point during all of this, you ended up on top of him, holding him down during your brutal attack to his sides. Eddie was able to get one of his free hands and start his own attack on you. “Hey!” You exclaimed, laughing uncontrollably now. You were both flipped now, Eddie pinning you down this time. He smiled down at you, and his hands ceased their attack on you. Once your caught your breathe, you noticed Eddie smiling down at you, his brown eyes locking into yours.

“Eddie—” you started to say. “You know, you’re so pretty, New York.” He said quietly. Without hesitation, you reached up to grab his face, and kissed him. He returned the kiss, his own hands finding their place on top of yours. He pulled away suddenly. “I’m sorry— I don’t know what I was thinking—” Eddie cut you off with another kiss. “Why are you apologizing. Don’t you know how long I’ve been waiting for this?” He said quietly against your lips.

From that point on, you two were the knew “it” couple. Not for the same reasons that Steve and Nancy were. But because nobody understood why a girl like you was with a guy like Eddie.

Hell, even Eddie didn’t understand it. But he just knew how much he loved you and how lucky he was.

You two still continued to hang out pretty much every day. The hardest part was telling your parents about it. You told Eddie that you could tell them on your own. But he refused. “Your parents already don’t like me very much. The least I can do is be courteous and tell them I’m dating their daughter.” He had told you.

You were at every single band practice, too. And you showed up for every concert, as small as they were.

Everything was perfect. Eddie was completely in love with you.

He loves when you play with his hair, or even style it for him.

He’s just so proud of you. You’re the love of his life and he gets to call you his? It’s almost too good to be true.

Totally sneaks in through your window, now that your parents don’t let you have him over as much.

He usually takes you with him anytime he’s “doing business with someone.” This time, it happened to be Chrissy. Much to both of your surprises, but you could tell she was going through it.

It seemed like your presence with Eddie made it less intimidating for her, and you were glad it did. But when she asked for something stronger, and you and Eddie took her back to his trailer, everything went from totally perfect to a complete disaster.

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diegos-butt · 4 years ago

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Electricity Chapter 2

Summary: For the first time in her life, Melody Williams is moving out of her hometown to Minnesota where she got a job as a crime journalist for the Minnesota Daily. But this city does not only have a new job for her to offer. What will happen when she crosses paths with detective Walter Marshall? Heads up, a little electricity is involved ✨

Walter Marshall x Melody Williams (Curvy OFC)

Warnings: alcohol, we’re going out people

Wordcount: 2.9k

A/N: chapter 2 here we go! Hope you enjoy 😘

Chapter 1

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“Mel you have to come!” Gia said while jumping up and down. “You have been here for over a week, and not once we have gotten a drink. I need to know what you’re like drunk.”

“I absolutely agree with her,” Carmen said, grabbing her purse. The three of us were still in the office, everyone else had already left. It was Friday, 6pm, and they wanted to get drinks after a long week of work.

“Alright, alright! I’m coming with you guys!” I laughed as we walked towards the elevator.

“Good, because the bar will probably be packed with detectives since they closed that difficult case today. Sometimes they go out and celebrate afterwards,” Gia babbled, “I hope the hot ones will be there tonight. It has been way too long since I had a good shag,” she said mischievously while playing with a strand of her pink hair.

We stepped in the elevator while Gia and Carmen decided we all needed to hook up with a hot detective tonight. They were already getting excited and discussing horrible pick-up lines.

“I think I should let you guys know, I am terrible at flirting,” I say. “I just start to make stupid jokes no one but me finds funny and I get so awkward.” The elevator has reached the ground floor, and as we stepped out, I noticed it was already getting dark outside.

“It’s a good thing you are going with us, because we are masters at flirting, aren’t we Carmen?” Gia said as she nudged Carmen in her side with a spark in her eyes. Next thing I knew she ran towards the door that led to the parking garage.

“Carmen, I’m coming with you. I need something to wear and tonight I’m borrowing that cute little black dress you bought the other day,” Gia yelled.

Carmen and I looked at each other and laughed as we followed her into the parking garage. As we walked to our cars, we decided that I should go home and change before going to Carmen’s place where we would order some take out.

I went home and quickly freshened up. I decided to wear a pair of black jeans with a dark green satin blouse. I completed the outfit with my black leather jacket and white chunky sneakers. I reapplied my make-up and added some glittery eyeshadow. Once I was ready, I grabbed a bottle of wine and drove to Carmen’s house.

We ordered pizza and had a few glasses of wine. Unfortunately for me, they became noisy after a few glasses of wine.

“So, tell us about that guy you met at the supermarket Mel. We need to know everything and so far we haven’t heard enough details!” Carmen said with a big smile.

“Yes, yes, yes! Tell us!” Gia yelled as she jumped up to grab another bottle of wine.

“Alright, alright! So, I had forgotten to buy groceries and realized that like half an hour before the store would close. I jumped in my car and drove there. It was late so there were just a few people inside,” I told them as I got into a more comfortable seating position.

“I grabbed the stuff I needed, but I remembered I needed some cereal. I walked to that aisle, it was empty, but I had had a long day and I was so tired I just stood there staring at all the boxes. Completely zoned out for a moment. I finally regained my conscious and wanted to grab a box, but at the same time someone else grabbed the exact same box.”

“You didn’t even know someone was behind you?!” Carmen yelled while her eyes nearly popped out. “I just met you, but I already know it is impossible to sneak up on you.”

“No! I was completely zoned out there! And when I turned around, I bumped into him and I dropped the apples I was carrying,” I said while I hid my face behind my hands. “But then, I got to take a good look of him. And I swear, he is the most beautiful man I have ever seen.”

“We need more details girl. Way more,” Gia said while shoving the last piece of pizza in her mouth.

“Well, first of all he is so tall. And he is big and muscular. He made me feel small, and that doesn’t happen very often,” I explained and took a sip of my wine. “Besides that, he had gorgeous blue eyes and brown curls. I seriously had to slap my hand away so I wouldn’t touch the curls.”

“That might’ve come across a little weird,” Carmen chuckled.

“Just a little? I would have to move again! It would be that humiliating,” I laughed. “Anyways, then he picked up the apples and handed them back to me, but me being my clumsy self, I almost dropped them again if it wasn’t for him. He grabbed my elbow to prevent that. Oh God it was so awkward.”

“Tell me you at least spoke with him?” Gia asked.

“I obviously thanked him and we exchanged a few words. Nothing really interesting though. Well, then he said he needed to go and started to walk away.” I took a deep breath and continued. “Of course, I had to say something to embarrass myself.”

They looked at me waiting for me to continue.

“I said, and I quote, ‘see you around?’. I swear I could hit myself in the face once that popped out of my mouth.”

“What did he say?!” Gia and Carmen both yelled at me.

“He said, and again I quote, ‘I hope so’.”

“Girl, I am proud of you. He’s clearly into you,” Gia said while she raised her wine glass.

“I’ve met this man once Gia, and we barely spoke. It is practically impossible to know if that’s true. Besides, while I was driving home, I remembered I forgot to do something.” I added.

“What did you forget? To check him out properly? Because I think you checked him out pretty well,” Carmen gave me a wink.

“I forgot to ask his name, so it is impossible to track him down ever again. There are so many people in this city,” I murmured.

Apparently not so impossible I thought as Gia, Carmen and I walked through the doors of the bar. He was hard to miss. I recognized his massive shoulders and curls immediately. He stood there with some other men around a few standing tables. He had his back towards me, but I knew for sure it was him. I believe he even wore the same sweater. Or he has multiple of those.

“Look, that booth is still free,” Carmen said. “Go sit, I’ll grab us some drinks!”

The bar was packed and some rock music blared through the speakers.

Gia and I walked through the busy crowd and sat down in the booth. I made sure I could still see him. From this position I could actually see his face, and it was indeed him.

“What are you looking at?” Gia noticed me staring. She turned around and scanned the crowd.

“Nothing. Just looking around,” I lied, but then I remembered I was a terrible liar. Oh no, I have to tell them. This is not going to end well.

“You’re obviously lying so spill it.” Gia narrowed her eyes.

“What is she lying about?” Carmen asked as she placed our drinks in front of us.

“Alright, don’t look but I think the guy from the supermarket is standing over there.”

“Where?!” They both turned around at the same time.

“I said don’t look around!” I hissed. I scooted over so I was leaning against the wall and took a big sip of my drink. “Oh wow, what did you give us?! This is actually pretty good,” I said while I felt my throat burning from the alcohol.

“That is an irrelevant question right now Mel and you know it. Is it that guy over there?” Carmen pointed at the standing tables. He had a beer in his hand and he laughed with the guy next to him.

“Sit down! Now! Don’t point, but yes that’s him.” I could feel my cheeks burning already.

Gia and Carmen sat down and sipped from their drinks.

“He is really handsome, but dear, you have no idea who he is? Really?” Carmen looked at me suspiciously.

“No, I don’t! Remember, I just moved here not too long ago,” I said.

Carmen and Gia looked at each other and laughed before Gia spoke. “First, as I predicted, there are some detectives here. Second, your guy over there, is one of them.”

Wait, what? Well that explains why I felt safe around him. And why is has such an authoritarian vibe. I looked over at him and noticed his glass was empty. No, no, no don’t get a new beer now. You have to walk past us and I am not ready for you to see me. Carmen and Gia saw the panic in my eyes and they looked over at his group.

Gia also noticed that they were all out of drinks. “Wait here.” She said before standing up and walking towards the bar. She came back in a few minutes with a tray full of shots.

“Follow me,” she instructed us and grabbed her own drink. Carmen got up and grabbed my arm, making me stand up.

“No, we are not going over there!” I protested but it was already too late. Gia placed the shots on the standing table and started talking to them. She waved at me and Carmen and gestured we had to come over.

“Come on, what could go wrong?” Carmen laughed. We grabbed our drinks and I looked at the ground while we walked towards them. When I looked up my eyes locked with his and I felt something familiar. I felt the same shot of electricity going through my spine as the one in the supermarket.

“These are my friends! We all work for the Minnesota Daily,” Gia said. “We heard you guys solved a case today, consider these shots as a thank you for protecting us from all those creeps out there.” She batted her eyelashes at the man next to her.

Everyone grabbed a shot and I couldn’t wait to have one myself honestly. Gia shouted a toast and we all took the shot. I might need 5 more of these. I was getting nervous from just being this close to him again and I had no idea what Gia or Carmen might do. They could easily embarrass me right now.

But they were already talking to some guys before anything embarrassing could happen. I looked around and felt a little uncomfortable and insecure between these guys. I always seem invisible to men, which is ironic since it is kinda hard not to see me. The friendly looking detective next to me seemed to sense my insecurities and started a conversation with me. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding and answered his questions relieved.

We chatted for a couple of minutes when his boyfriend walked in and greeted him. I looked around for Gia and Carmen. Gia was still talking to the man next to her with a new drink in her hand. Where did she get another drink?

Before I could ask her, Carmen showed up with another tray of shots and a deck of cards. “Who knows a drinking game?” she shouted. The group answered by cheering and pointing at one of the guys.

“Make sure Walter needs to take some shots, he always finds a way out!” another one shouted. They all laughed and looked at the man from the supermarket.

“I play fair and square guys, I can’t help it I always win,” Walter says. His eyes lock with mine again and I quickly look away. Why can’t I just look at him? Why am I so awkward?! At least I know his name now. I thought while grabbing a shot and pouring it down my throat.

I should not have played this game. I gave all the wrong answers, so I had to take a few shots too many making me drunk. And drunk me? Well, drunk me gives even worse answers. I embarrassed myself so many times I thought the night couldn’t get any worse. I was wrong.

After the third tray of shots we ended the game. Most of us were drunk, especially Gia. She wobbled on her legs and had her arms wrapped around the guy next to her, John I learned.

A few guys started to leave, but Walter and the guy next to him, Liam, stayed. Carmen stood next to me, she looked at me with a smirk and walked towards them while dragging me along.

“Hi guys! So, tell us, what’s the weirdest case you’ve had?” she asked.

Liam starts telling a story, but I couldn’t focus. I stood next to Walter and I could smell the same musky cologne he wore in the supermarket. I smiled at him and I received a small smile.

We looked at Liam and Carmen and see that they were already making out.

“Well, that escalated quickly,” I chuckled. Oh no, it’s just the two of us now. Mel, act like a normal person for once please.

He nodded and awkwardly took a sip of his beer. Silently we stood next to each other. I opened my mouth to say something, but I had trouble with forming a sentence. He looked at me and I laughed nervously.

“So, you look less tired than the last time I saw you,” I blurted out. I need to have a chat with drunk me tomorrow. I mentally slapped myself across the face.

He blinked a couple of times with a confused look on his face.

Wait, maybe he doesn’t even recognize me. Of course not, why would he?! I anxiously fiddled with a paper coaster in my hands. I should say something.

As he opened his mouth to say something, I beat him to it. “You probably don’t remember me or anything, but we met a few days ago in the supermarket. We grabbed the same box of cereal and I dropped the stuff I was carrying,” I started rambling.

He looked at me amused. Is he smiling?

“Yeah, I remember. The stuff you’re referring to are apples in case you forgot,” he responded. “Did you drop them again?”

“Nearly, when I put the groceries in the trunk of my car.” I felt relieved he did remember me. That would’ve been very awkward.

“I have never seen you here before, you are new in town?” he asked. I explained I had just moved here and why. We actually had a quite decent conversation until I had to pee really badly. I grabbed my drink to take the last sip, but it slipped out of my hands and fell on the floor.

“Shit!” I yelped. “Oh well, I have to pee so maybe I shouldn’t have tried to drink it anyway.”

Again, he looked at me amused. Why do I say I have to pee?! Why am I like this?

“Yeah, so, I’m going to the ladies’ room now. I’ll be back.” I want to walk away, but somehow, I forgot I had just spilled my drink a few seconds ago and that the floor is slippery. As I turned around to walk I away, I felt my shoes slip away and I started to fall.

“Careful out there, don’t fall like those apples,” he says with a smirk while he prevented me from falling as he grabbed my elbow. I immediately felt the heat from his hand on me. My cheeks burned and I felt my head spinning a little. I regained my balance and chuckled nervously.

“I wish I could say I’m a lot less clumsy sober, but we both know that’s not true,” I joked.

I quickly walked towards the ladies’ room and luckily there is no queue. Once I peed, I look into the mirror. My hair is a mess and my cheeks are burning. I tried to make my hair look a little more presentable and take a few sips of water.

I am actually having a conversation with the most handsome man I’ve ever met. And it isn’t even going that bad! Alright, time to go back. I check my make-up one more time and walk back out there.

I almost stood next to Walter again when Carmen came up to me.

“So, Gia is way too drunk and is about to throw up,” she said with a panic look in her eyes. “I can’t help her because I will throw up myself! You need to help me get her out of here. I’ll grab our coats, you get her,” she ordered me.

I wanted to question her plan, but she stormed off. Walter looked at me with question marks in his eyes. Suddenly I heard a girl laugh loudly. Gia. I looked at her and I saw she is not fun drunk anymore.

“Shit,” I muttered and walked towards her. She clung to John and I apologized to him as I took her over. “Come on, let’s go home Gia. Please don’t throw up now.”

Carmen showed up again with our coats and I felt how Gia clasped her arms around me. I practically lifted her up as Carmen pushed us outside.

We were almost outside when I heard a deep voice from behind.

“Hey, what is your name?!”

I looked back but couldn’t answer because Carmen closed the door of the bar behind her.

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> chapter three

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peachbearies · 4 years ago

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Pussy Fairy. E.Jaeger

𑁍┊synopsis: something about y/n with pink glittery eyeshadow made him go feral, now all he wants to do all day is lay in between her thighs.

𑁍┊Genre(s): Smut

𑁍┊Pairing: aged up(21)!Eren X F! Reader

𑁍┊Warning(s): Face Sitting, Overstimulation, praise kink, fingering, body worship, hair pulling, squirting, minimal spanking, dom! eren modern au eren.

𑁍┊Proofread: Yes / No. (to my best abilities)

Eren asked y/n to hang out with his friends, just an infrequent hangout he reckoned, he didn’t think something so modest would make him so fragile in his knees. Y/n was sitting at her vanity feeling empirical she grabbed her favorite eyeshadow palette along with her pressed glitter, getting an inspo from a fairy core post on her timeline she concluded to imitate this look. A delicate pink glittery eyeshadow look paired with soft peachy blush from cheek to cheek, soft orange highlight on her nose, and cheekbones. Eren was trying to contain himself when she got in his car smelling like sunflowers and clementines, so simple but effective.

Eren was at an expense for utterances. Y/n chuckles before pecking his lips “what happened love?” eren positions his hands firmly around her inner thigh “you” is his straightforward alibi “me? Did I do something wrong? Is my outfit not okay?” y/n started to become subconscious, but that's not what eren denoted, quite the contrary actually “no, you look intangible darling you eternally do, just this reliance of you trying new things has my heart scampering like when we first kissed” saying no more he puts the car in drive to meet Armin and the rest of his friends at an arcade.

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Once they made it to the arcade, Armin told them to just walk in they've paid for their cards with fully loaded chips on them, eren holding her hand tightly kissed her knuckles as they walk to find his friends. Y/n was only close to two of his friends and those are the ones he mainly hangs with. Armin and Mikasa. In the beginning, she thought Mikasa hated the idea of her hanging with eren, but come to the realization she was just overprotective of his wellbeing. Sliding in the booth eren throw his arm around her snuggling her close to him.

Whenever they would hang out with a group of his friends he knew how anxious she would get and always kept a hand on her to remind her he's there and that nothing will hurt her. “You guys came later! Was eren taking too long to get dressed?” jean poked fun at him.

Their relationship was always fun to watch. It was either they cursed and quite literally fought each other, or they were giving tough advice and playing like competitive brothers. Eren scrunched his eyebrows giving jean a cut-throat stare to which jean chuckled “quite the opposite” y/n answered “I was doing my makeup” Jean looked back at her giving off a genuine smile “it looks good, you look like a fairy” smiling y/n informs him that's the look she was going for eren removed his arm from her shoulder to go get a drink.

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The emotion in his head was making him dizzy he felt jealous, lust, love everything all at once like a booster shot. His mind was shortly interrupted by a hug around his waist, the aroma clouded his mind yet again. “Hey darling” he expressed, using his two fingers to remove the hair from her lipgloss. “Hi! Baby” she smiled eren was caressing her face so delicately as if she was a glass vase. She was perfect in his eyes compared to the shit he's done in the past, she's innocent like a bunny.

But she's changed him for the better, grabbing her hand he twirls her around seeing her skirt follow in sync with her body the combat boots she wore with the lace socks popping out the blue glitter-laced tank top she was stunning today. Eren dipped his head into her neck leaving soft wet kisses onto her now burning skin, her fingers petting through his long chocolate locks. “I love you” eren repeats on his skin “I love you too” his emerald eyes sparkling under the led lights of the arcade. Eren forgot about the beverage he ordered until it was sat right in front of him.

“What did you get?” she asked, eren sips his drink trying to remember what he ordered under impulses “I think I ordered a jolly rancher drink, with vodka” she looked up at him as he tried a few more sips to conjure his memory. “Yeah, that's what it is” she tried to grab the straw to taste but eren just kissed her lips over and over.

“That's all you get to taste I'm not letting you drink” eren smirks when he sees her pout face, with his free hand he grabs hers telling her to lead them to the game she wants to play. Seeing a ghostbusters game she drags him in the booth. He loved the excitement on her face it meant he was doing an amazing job has a boyfriend and a friend to her, and that's all he ever wanted. “Baby, this is my favorite game, I used to play this all-time mainly by myself cause my old friends didn't like this game” Eren's blood started to boil at the mention of her old friends.

They were toxic, but y/n wanted to see the good in people even though it was hurting her deep inside. Eren couldn't sit and watch them destroy the person he loved, even though they were friends at the time. “Your old friends were walking disappointments, dare to look down upon someone else when they're no better” cupping his cheeks in one hand, she kissed him softly before softly tugging his lips between her teeth. Though he knew she meant it innocently to calm him down, it made him wanna swerve on the highway to get home.

“Calm down babe, I know you hate hearing about them, but trust me I'm happy with y'all” her smile gave eren goosebumps, every time he saw that smile he thought to himself ‘is it humanly possible to fall deeper in love? Even though you're wrapped around their finger?” eren kissed her forehead in response. “Cmon get ready for us to win” his competitive voice commended.

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After winning the ghostbusters game, here they were at a claw machine where eren was determined to getting y/n a plushie. “You know you don't have to right?” she reminded him but everyone knew, with eren video games and arcades meant competition in his mind. Even when he was courting y/n it was a competition in being a better person for her, changing his old ways. To stop drinking so much, missing out on college parties even though she told him he could. He loved her and wanted to be the best boyfriend he could. Watching as the claw landed on top of the smiling corgi with a strawberry hat on she gasped when it was dropped into the box.

“I remember you wanting this from last time we came here” smiling she stands on her toes to kiss him softly. “Thank you, baby” after all the fun was done y/n was sitting on Eren's lap in the booth while they ate nachos. Jean looked over Eren's shoulder to see an old friend of theirs also known as y/n’s ex. But eren was too busy talking about his college class with Armin. But y/n had a keen eye so she followed his and landed on the source, she knew better than to let eren find out so she turned back which caused eren to caress her thigh over his large hand. “Something the matter love?” he asks her “no baby, I just saw a motorcycle game that looked cool, but I'm getting tired now” she started picking the piece of cotton from his shirt out of his hair.

“Yeah me too, let's go home y'all” jean suggests, they all begin walking out of the arcade bidding goodbyes to everyone just what she was avoiding her ex parked right next to Eren's car. She looked up at him but his eyes were burning holes in his chest and her ex wasn't backing down either. “Hello, eren and y/n, you look beautiful y/n why didn't you dress like that when we were together?” he questioned, eren gave him a sharp knife gaze to which her ex chuckled.

“Take it easy, I can't compliment her? Is that a crime?” he jokes eren smugly leaned against his car and across his chest “no, but to watch you suffer I'd gladly catch a case” his devilish smirk cascaded across his face. Her ex started to tremble at the expression on her boyfriend's face y/n grabbed his hand “can we go home?” she asked politely “yeah, let's go home dear” the aggression in his voice sent rivers in between her legs and shivers down her spine. Opening the door for y/n she got in after letting out a soft sigh, ‘how long was I holding my breath?’ she thought to herself.

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Eren cranked up the car placing his hand on her inner thigh, but close to her weak spot, she didn't say anything just thinking maybe he was doing it by accident, but she didn't mind either. She was comfortable with eren she trusted him. His fingers slowly crawled up her thigh to the waistband, of her panties snapping them across her warm skin his fingers were frigid against hers, a low gasp left her lips when his fingers slipped into her fabric as two of them disappeared into her slit. Her eyes lolling back before he's done anything. “You know how patient I've been?” eren mumbles, y/n looks at him in utter confusion, all she could see was his firm sculptured jawline, the stubbles from his beard coming back.

“Since you came out that house, wearing this beautiful outfit, and your elegant makeup, I wanted to cancel on them and drag you right back into the house” removing his hand from her needy core he spreads her legs open with his free hand, before removing her panties and throwing them in the back seat. Her wet core exposed to the cold air made her squirm to feel anything as if eren could read her mind his index finger slid up and down her core feeling her walls clench in anticipation. “Pretty girl, got all dressed up you look so lovely, dress like this more often and ill reward you hm?” eren pinched her clit between his two fingers making her body twitch the gasp in her throat quickly turned into an air pocket. “You're so beautiful my dear, you want these fingers inside of you?”

“Please?” y/n begged, without further ado, he preps his two fingers coated in her lubrication before sliding them into her needy hole. Her short gasp fueling his desire for her. “Look at you, baby, a beautiful mess for me” eren looks in her direction at the red light to further pound her with his fingers, the palm of his hand slamming against her clit “faster..” she begs her body heat getting warmer by the second “your wish is my command babygirl” eren knew what he was doing saying that word. It was her weakness, eren sped up his fingers as he curled them inside her sloppy hole. The broken syllabus of her saying Eren's name, seeing her squirm next to him fueled him, even more, to just get home fast.

“Eren—I'm coming” her legs were shaking too close but eren pulled out followed by her whine, his glossed fingers smack her inner thigh “keep them open for me pretty girl hm?” he placed his fingers on her tongue as she sucked her flavor off his finger. “Okay,” she whines “good girl” eren praises her. His fingers engulf back into her hole the tender buzzing between her legs resurfaced and she was on edge again. Eren was fingering her faster than he was a moment ago, his left hand gripping the steering wheel as he speeds home to ravish her. “Fuck—” she whispered “you're going to come for me princess?” he asked, she whimpered a small yes feeling her legs trembling to his touch.

“Come for me beautiful” eren decrees, her body shuttered under the drastic sentiment of his fingers coddled inside of her. She couldn't keep her eyes open due to the shock going through her body. His fingers swiped her clit left and right to procure another orgasm out of her, her whimpers twisted into short pants brandishing his wrist with both of her hands after riding out her second orgasm he discarded his hands from her pulsing clit and walloped her essence off his fingers, her legs fastening right after. “Taste as good as you look, princess, you did well for me” smiling at her broken form he just couldn't wait to ravish her at home.

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Getting home eren wasted no time holding her over his shoulders making her giggle at how needy he is for her. Getting a vigorous glimpse at his leather seats they were lustrous but he didnt have the time or thought to do anything, that all she had to do was wear glittery eyeshadow to get him pungent and irked. Throwing his metallic keys in the receptacle he kicked off his shoes and omitted hers simultaneously. “I love you, you know that?” Eren murmurs before positioning her on the bed “yeah, and I love you more” he cupped her face as their inflamed lips adjoined for each other her nails stroking his stern arms before coiling them in his chocolate locks, strands of his hair mashing against her forehead making her smile into their fervent session. “You’re perfect” Eren mumbles in her neck, vacating humid elegant kisses on her susceptible skin, the forlorn pants and stubble weakness for attention made him sneer against her skin.

His fingers draped around her throat holding her in place as his lips suck softly on his skin, Eren wasn’t an aficionado of hickies, but he did cherish to give soft bites and pulls from his lips on her skin, every time he did it gave her goosebumps. His free hand floundering to get her bra off he latched it off in a matter of seconds, he enables her out of her clothes the nimble air blowing on her body as he clasped his hoodie from the peripheries and over his head. Y/n was enthralled by his sculpted body, his abs defined all the way down to his v-line. “See something you relish princess?” His tongue cascade against his lower lip. “I see something I love” Eren grins “you’re cute” grabbing her by the ankles he heaved her towards the edge of the bed both of her legs upon his shoulder.

Frittering no time Eren hauled his tongue up her folds teasing her, while her head inundated in the pillow reaching out for his hands. Clutching her hand into his, while his tongue swirled around her folds already feeling unstable. Eren invariably said he could devour her for weeks and would never get depleted, now he was eating like he was famished weaving his tongue between her folds his green eyes looked Into her eyes with ardor and fascination, her legs coercing to close when he altered the pattern of his tongue to quick flicks.

She strived to say his name but was ceased by his lips engulfing her clit as he executed zigzags her mouth agape for seconds before she divulged all down his chin fidgeting for something to mellow her down. Eren wasn’t going to let her run away from her fourth orgasm so he dragged her in closer and inserted his fingers into her slowly. “Good girl princess” he gripes across her thighs, sweet kisses to her trembling thighs made him smile, hoisting his head up his fingers swirl inside of her repeatedly peaking at her g-spot. “Going to give me another one princess? Or better yet how about I make you squirt hm?” His eyes drifted darker, they were no longer a sour apple, they resemble the pine trees. “I can’t—“ she smothered grabbing his wrist with both of her hands.

She could feel the knot expanding in her stomach the pressure and feeling to squirt all over his hand along with the overstimulation made her shiver to the touch. “Yes, you can beautiful” Eren cupped her face in his free hand placing endearments on her lips and crown of her head. “Let me see that luxurious face as you soak up the sheets, let daddy discover it baby” his free hand encircled around her neck adding no pressure just to hold her in place. The tones of his palm slapping against her throbbing weak spot. Her pants were getting abrupter and tighter but her moans enhanced almost screaming out Eren's name and some mishandled cursed words. Her liquid soaking up Eren's v-line and mattress.

“Look at you, baby you’re so stunning darling” her drowsy face as her eyes started to cross, as she could see through her hooded eyelashes was Eren coming to land soft kisses on her forehead. Her body felt paralyzed she never knew she could do that. And Eren was the only one to get her to do it. She senses the weight of the bed sink next to her grinning she whirls over, solely to maintain his hand on her midriff and her thighs by his ears. Her hand striking the headboard for support, she didn’t know what he was doing candidly she thought he was complacent, not announcing she wasn't.

He pulled her waist sitting her down on his face, his tongue grazed over her folds making her twinge, “Eren..” she let out desperately “I may suffocate you” she weakly notified him, all distress left her mind once his hand clashed with her ass. Biting her lower lip she sat on his face thoroughly as he rumbled in happiness. She snickered at how much he’s enjoying this, it’s something new for the both of them. Trudging her folds on his tongue she glimpsed down at him seeing the fulfillment in his eyes she extracted the fringes of his hair from his glossy forehead. The traction drove her eccentric she needed more from him, placing his fingers on her bud he stimulated her at the pace she was moving. Which made her more frantic.

Her head lolled back desperately wanting more, she sped up for rhythm as Eren followed in pursuit, becoming greedy with his touch, she was approaching her now fifth? Sixth? Orgasm? She lost count after she left the car. Her forehead firmly pressed against the headboard has she comes undone. Eren cleaned her like a dinner plate he didn’t want any of her Essences to drop. Helping her up he lays her on her stomach, perching her ass up to him. He knew this would ultimately destroy her after they were through but he didn’t care.

She looked beautiful today. His tip taunting her entrance she moaned for him, “I hear you babygirl” his hand collided with her ass leaving a stubble print, her fingers grabbed purchase of the sheets when he rammed himself in without reluctance her toes spiraling until she fully adjusted to his expanse. Sex with Eren was either arduous or delicate, with no in-between. “Look at you taking all of me, lovely girl” fastening his hands around her waist the pitches of his low wails made her clench around him, his waistline hitting against her. She was a whimpering predicament underneath him as he demolished her for what felt like the tenth time.

Skin to skin colliding with the mixture of Eren's dirty talk, and her soft moans she tried to comprise, Eren wanted her to be loud, damn what their neighbors said he wanted to give it to her till she couldn’t fight it. “Cmon baby, utilize your words” he roared at her through his clenched cheeks, the repulse of his body denouncing against her as he continued to ravage her, “let me and the neighborhood hear those delightful little moans” he grabbed her hair placing her head on his shoulder for support as he placed delicate kisses upon her forehead. He slowly placed her back on the bed before he completely drilled her endlessly, she was now on the horizon of crying out his name out, her moans were boisterous than before, if someone didn’t know better they would’ve thought she was shouting for aid.

“Atta girl” Eren facilitated her, her body was simmering as the beads of sweat crept down her shoulder and onto the bed, he adored that face she makes when he ignites her into subspace, he hoists her fully one time holding his length inside of her, she gasped for air as her body started shuddering at the pressure. “Fuck..” was all she could let out as she came undone.“Pretty girl, you’d let me know if I’m being too harsh right?” Eren inquired out of serendipity, all y/n could do was nod. His lips kissed her temple down to her lips in a delicate manner “promise? I need words princess” he uttered in her ear. “Yes,” she let out in the form of a hum.

“Good, I don’t wanna hurt you, or get greedy just because you’re not saying anything okay? I love you” Eren soothed her, “I love you more” y/n responded. Eren slid his length out slowly as she whimpered from her high “sensitive aren't we?” He quips she turns over on her stomach to throw her arms around his neck he kissed her lips softly to savor every feeling he has right now. She wasn’t emigrating anywhere but he certainly kissed her like she was leaving tomorrow. Feeling her hand traversing to his member she brings in closer until he’s halfway inside of her. “You didn’t come” her eyes sparkled into his, the fingertips that were on her cheeks were now In her hair.

“This isn’t too much for you?, honestly just made this about you and how beautiful you looked today” Eren questions her, followed by a short ramble. “this is just perfect, this about us baby I love you” y/n giggles, Eren pressed his forehead against hers “m’kay, I love you more” Eren took the more vigorous approach, soft but drilling strokes, as much as he rushed it now he wanted to admire her. The way her eyebrows pleated when he strike the right spot, the way her lower lip fit merely prudent in between her teeth, the way she nestled his face in her hands, the strings of her hair attaching to her forehead he loved it, he’s never cherished someone as much as her. Picking up the momentum slowly his pants inaugurates to become in unison with hers the smirk on his face when his fingers flickered her bud his nose dusting against her neck.

“Come with me goddess,” he said in her neck, her nails digging into his back, she held on for dear life, her face plunged into his neck as she came, and he withdrew and did the same. Once his eyes were now on her she titters at his handsome crisp green eyes “Eren you’re so beautiful” he derides before kissing her temple. “That’s my line, I may have to litigate you” his craggy voice echoes from the bathroom, with her eyes close she shook at the touch of a calm cloth. “Shh, no ones here” he kidded, y/n smacked him with a pillow before giggling “such a fucking cocky bastard” Eren climbed on top of her “and you love it” he kissed her nose before presenting her his shirt as he put on sweatpants.

“Danger!” She screamed, Eren swiveled his eyes knowing precisely what she meant “don’t fret I’ll take you in the shower darling” y/n eyes enlarged as he pulled her back into his chest “respectfully of course” Eren gleamed in her hair before closing his eyes. “Maybe I should do red glimmer for the party on Wednesday”

“You’ll have to cancel right now if that’s your scheme, cause you’re not leaving you know how red gets me” he laughed, but his tone was far from a hoax “maybe I don’t wanna go” she chortles turning into his chest her nose prickled his collarbone, “deal” he smiled smoothing her shoulders in a circular motion.

“I love you Eren” she grumbled

“I love you more y/n”

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#eren yeager #eren jaeger #eren jeager x reader #eren yeager x reader #attack on titan eren #snk eren

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sayoneee · 3 years ago

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marciasgf inquired: wait omg please give us all of your kathy hcs i would love to hear them...

THANK U FOR ASKING <3

kathys 5’7

shes blonde obviously (twobits blondes fetish) + her hairs long and down to her midback (not sure if shes a natural blonde or if she dyed it tho)

she has an older brother that’s a couple years older than her (he graduated and goes to college outside of oklahoma bc he won an athletic scholarship)

and theyre pretty close, his names roy

their last name is flynn and theyre irish

shes 17 and a senior at their highschool

she makes average and below average grades but she doesnt stress out ab school

shes that one senior thats always helping the freshmen get to their classes

shes pretty loud and outspoken and she always says what shes thinking (she always gets in trouble for running her mouth off in class)

shes super bubbly and most people like her (this balances out evies quieter personality)

shes known evie since kindergarten and theyve been best friends since then

their families have practically adopted each other they live on the same street too

kathys an enfj + evies an isfp

enfj’s are kind of like natural teachers, they love seeing others grow and develop, theyre amazing communicators and see the potential in everyone

however, if when helping someone, they “fail”, it becomes a failure on her part, bc she feels like its her fault as a bad teacher her reasons for helping someone, may not always have good intentions behind it

she focuses on the bigger picture, like ideas and concepts, rather than the finer, smaller details

as an enfj, kathy excels at reading other people and assessing their body language and emotions, and being able to quickly mirror it kathy has inattentive adhd (she cant stop talking sometimes, and other times shes not able to say a word)

she can never sit down and focus, she gets bored far too easily kathys always up for adventure and trying new things bc of that shes also really funny in kind of a mean way w/o trying too hard (unlike twobit)

she has a boston accent bc her parents moved from boston and so did her brother, and growing up around them gave her that accent + its really hot so idc if it doesnt make sense

on that note, the rest of her family lives in boston

she loves roller skating and field hockey

shes definitely the captain of the girls field hockey team

her favorite bands are led zeppelin, fleetwood mac, and the rolling stones

shes the girlboss, evie is gatekeep and angela is gaslight

her relationship w twobit is pretty funny, like half the time hes trying to annoy her and shes getting her revenge, and the other half theyre inseparable (life isnt normal if u havent witnessed kathy try to kill two at least once)

(in modern times) when kathys sad twobit does a king julien impression of king julien wanting to peg mort and it gets her laughing every time

u know the hot fish from finding nemo, yeah kathy would think so too

modern kathy would also have a thing for cillian murphy, no i dont accept criticism

she has a healthy relationship w her parents, and her family life is actually super healthy (theyre poor but theyre happy)

sometimes she gets upset w them bc she feels like they’re constantly comparing her to her brother

her family also likes twobit, even if they disapprove of his alcoholic tendencies

she works part-time as a waitress at a diner after school

twobit and evie stop by a lot to see her

(thats actually how twobit and her met, he started to frequent the diner afterwards bc of the hot waitress, but when he actually talks to her, he finds himself laughing at all of her jokes and he asks her out and she says yes)

she does have other friends besides evie and twobit, but theyre the only ones that have never managed to bore her

shes amazing at doing eye makeup, shes always trying out new glittery eyeshadows

she has red heart shaped sunglasses she wears all the time

she says “bitchin” a lot

she had a phase where she wanted to learn how to play the electric guitar, and she still remembers how to play it so she practices from time to time

her favorite color’s baby pink + pale yellow

shes an amazing storyteller, she knows exactly how to keep u guessing and how to make a mundane event sound amazing

she’s also a libra bc i said so

her favorite season is summer, even tho it’s hard to wear jeans in summer

(her favorite thing to wear is jeans)

summers the best bc she gets to blast music super loud and no one says anything + she gets to go on road trips which she lovesss

she has almost weekly movie nights w soda, steve, two and evie, and angela comes along half the time

she and two always have a running commentary going on

she and evie have kinda taken angela under their wing since shes like a year younger than them

#kathy #the outsiders #the outsiders headcanons #the outsiders hcs #the outsiders hc #the outsiders kathy #the outsiders 1983 #the outsiders headcanon #the outsiders head canon #kashaf ki likhai

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karimjohnson · 4 years ago

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Golden: “I Know that You’re Scared...”

Hey guys! So I told you all that I had been working on some stuff to put out for you. I started writing down summaries to go along with the album Fine Line by Mr. Harry Styles. I have also been reading some content on here that you all write and you all gave me the inspiration to write this. I want to say thank you to everyone that loves to write things like this. I couldn’t do this without you. I am putting this out here as my first piece to Fine Line. Don’t worry I have plenty more stirring in this brain of mine. Give me time to continue writing the others and enjoy this piece. Please feel free to give me feed back. Feel free to message me to write other things you’d like to read of mine. Suggestions are always welcome here. I love a good challenge when it comes to writing. Feel free to ask me anything! I love you guys and I hope you enjoy. -Much Love, K

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Summary: You and Harry are best friends. Harry invites you to be his plus one at a very important/fancy dinner party and he starts to see you in a different light. You have a bad past with relationships. You are scared to ever fall in love and Harry knows that. As the night goes on, things begin to spark between you and Harry. Pairing: Harry x Reader Rated: PG (Drinking, fluff)

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Tonight is such an important night. I could feel myself growing nervous by the minute. Harry is my best friend and has been for years. He invited me to go to a very important dinner party with him for a campaign he was offered. Of course, I said yes because he would do the same for me if I got a big opportunity like this. Plus, I haven’t been to something as fancy as this will be.

I decided to wear a strapless golden gown with a slit along my left leg. I picked out some matching heels and a clutch. I decided on letting my hair down in big wavy curls. I did some glittery eyeshadow and black winged liner. I applied some nude lipstick and a golden glitter gloss to pull it altogether. I smiled at myself in the full body mirror. I think I looked great but I slowly thought back to when I was with my ex-boyfriend. He would have never let me leave the house like this.

I was really upset when he and I broke up. He was way too controlling. I wasn’t able to contact anyone. No friends and no family. I couldn’t leave the house any in anything too provocative. I always needed some kind of approval form him. He would degrade me from time to time and it was just too toxic. Harry was the first person I talked to about it besides my family. He didn’t care for my ex-boyfriend much anyway. Harry was very understanding and super sweet to me after I explained everything to him. He took care of me by helping me get back on my feet and helping me move out on my own. He has done so much for me and has helped me cheer up a lot since. Like tonight for example, he invited me to go out to this dinner.

I am super nervous though because this is a big fashion dinner. There are going to be so many important designers there checking everyone out and probably talk about what everyone is wearing. I know for a fact that there is going to be all kinds of gorgeous models there. They are so tall, thin and beautiful. I’m definitely not the thinnest. I’m shorter than them, curvier and self-conscious. I also know that Harry will look amazing and all the models will swarm him at the party. Don’t get me wrong, he is handsome and quite the sight to see. But he is also a man who doesn’t mind the female attention. I just hope he pays a little bit of his attention to me because he knows I’m not super confident at things like this.

I sighed to myself as I looked in the mirror just thinking about it. I could feel my heart sink at the thought of all the girls that will be there. I ran my hands down my gown as my anxiety grew in my stomach. That’s when I heard the doorbell ring and I turned to face that direction. That must be Harry to come pick me up. I took a deep breath and headed for the front door. I made sure I had my keys and phone before opening the door to greet Harry. I’m nervous for him to see me in something so formal but here goes nothing. I opened the door to see Harry leaning on one of the pillars on the porch in an off-white Gucci suit with his hair pushed back.

He was absolutely breath taking. He never fails to look so good and handsome. I watch as his eyes travel from the bottom of my gown all the way up to meet my eyes. “You look stunning Y/N,” he spoke as he flicked his tongue along his pink lips shocked by my appearance. I giggle and look down at the ground, “Thank you. You don’t look too bad yourself.” He chuckled lightly and it caused me to look up at him with a big smile along my face. His laugh was something that could light up any room. “Shall we,” he playfully smirked as he held out his arm for me to take leading us to the limo.

The driver held the door open for us both and I slid into the backseat. Harry did the same and we were off to the venue. “Are you excited,” I asked looking to Harry and he smiled. “For sure, this is just an amazing opportunity for me and I just love the line of clothes they have for me to do a photoshoot. Are you excited to be going to something so exclusive,” he asked looking to me with a small smile. I blushed and looked him in those green eyes of his. “Of course, thank you again for inviting me to your big night,” I nudged him playfully and he chuckled. “It’s not a problem at all. Thank you for supporting me in anything I decide to do,” he stretched his arm up and around the back of my head. There was this weird feeling growing in the pit of my stomach as he did so.

I ignored it because it was probably just my nerves getting the best of me. I wanted to seem confident but I could feel it becoming harder as we drove closer and closer to the venue. As I looked out the window the question fell from my lips, “Who all is going to be there?” I turned to look at Harry who was watching me? I brushed it off and waited for his reply. “Well of course the designers, models and probably some other celebrities that are really into fashion,” he nodded as he spoke. I nodded back and thought of everyone who may be there. I just hope tonight goes smoothly.

As we pulled up to the red carpet where all the cameras were flashing, I felt my stomach turn. “Are you okay love,” Harry asked looking to me before we got out. “Yeah, just a bit nervous with all the cameras out there,” I smiled slightly to him. I was telling the truth… well half of the truth. “It’s okay. I still get nervous too. Just keep your eyes on me and don’t let go of my hand,” he smiled sweetly to me and I smiled back. That’s when the weird feeling appeared in my stomach again. “Ready,” he asked as the driver approached the door to the limo. “Yes,” I smiled and took a deep breath. Harry got out first and I could hear everyone cheer. I bit my lip as I slide across the seat to be met with Harry holding his hand out for me to help me out of the limo.

Harry stopped before we walked up to the red carpet and pulled out his sunglasses. I started giggling to myself and he looked at me funny with a grin. “What’s so funny,” he looked at me as he fixed his hair. “You just think of all the little things don’t you,” I smiled as I pointed to the sunglasses. His grin widened and he shook his head. “Let’s go love,” he said and slid his hand into mine and we walked towards the carpet. “We are going to have to pose love,” he turned to me as we waited for the workers to tell us when to go ahead and pose for the cameras. “Okay,” I said as I looked to see other celebrities posing.

The workers gave us the go-ahead and we walked onto the carpet together. We stopped at our mark and I looked up to Harry to see what pose we were going to do. He smiled and swiftly slid his arm around my waist pulling me just a few inches closer to him. I felt myself blush and I looked up to the cameras. We smiled and posed for a few seconds. “I think they love you Y/N,” Harry whispered into my ear and I rolled my eyes playfully. “Yeah right, you’re the star not me,” I laughed and nudged him as we pulled apart. Harry gave a small wave to the photographers and we headed for the doors of the party.

We were greeted by workers and headed in. “Would you like some champagne,” a waiter said as he stopped in front of us. I thought for a second on how my ex would react to something like this and I shook it off. Screw him, when he sees my picture tomorrow with Harry, he will see what he missed out on. I smiled to the waiter and took a glass along with Harry. “Thank you,” I say as the waiter nodded with a sweet smile. “Wow, look at you actually having a good time,” Harry smiled down at me as we took a drink. “Well, sometimes you just have to let loose right,” I said with a smile. “That’s very true,” he grinned and we walked to the table reserved for our party. Harry’s manager was there and some of his stylists. We hugged them and made small talk before taking our seats.

“Y/N, you look stunning in that dress dear,” Helen said with a smile. I blushed and smiled to her, “Thank you so much. You look gorgeous in yours.” She smiled and we talked for a bit while Harry caught up with his manager and Harry Lambert. I caught Harry taking a few glimpses at me as we were in depth with our conversations. This feeling just kept creeping in while I was around him tonight and I just wasn’t sure what it was. I wanted to tell someone but not in front of Harry. That’s when the waiters started handing out the dinner. As we ate, the creative director of Gucci, Alessandro Michele walked onto the stage to speak.

Everyone clapped and cheered for him. He smiled and waved to everyone. We were right front and center so we had one of the best spots in the house. “Hello everyone, I’m so honored to have you all here tonight. I wanted to say first and for most, thank you all for coming out tonight to celebrate this new line with us. This has been such a crazy year for us and to just throw this lovely dinner for you all means the world to us. I would love to bring up such a wonderful kind soul to this stage. He has supported our looks from day one and he really knows how to pull them off,” he laughed and so did everyone else. He was talking about Harry. I could see Harry blush a bit and laugh along with everyone.

“He is going to be our new face for this launch and I couldn’t be happier to be represented by him. Please join me on stage, Mr. Harry Styles,” Alessandro smiled and held his arm out to our table asking Harry to come up and say a few words. I smiled and patted Harry’s back as he stood from his chair. He looked back to me and smiled as he handed me his sunglasses. I giggled and took them so he could join Alessandro. He made his way up to the stage and bowed to Alessandro causing everyone to laugh some more. He laughed too and waved to everyone. “Hello everyone thank you for such a lovely introduction Alessandro. I would like to say thank you for such an amazing opportunity like this. I couldn’t have done it without the Gucci line and for my wonderful stylists that I brought here with me tonight,” Harry spoke as he looked to our table. I smiled as his eyes found mine.

“I also want to thank my best friend for coming with me tonight. She is such a wonderful person for supporting me in anything that I do. She’s going through a lot right now and I know she would rather be back home all curled up in her bed watching Netflix,” he laughed and we all joined him. I shook my head and waved off the joke. “But you know, she took the time to put on her stunning gown, do her make-up and do her hair just to come out to support me here tonight. I just want to say I couldn’t be more grateful for her. Thank you all for choosing me to support your newest line of work. I cannot wait to show it off for you and help you all grow,” Harry smiled and bowed to everyone.

As everyone cheered for his speech, I couldn’t help this feeling of my heart swelling in my chest. I can’t believe he mentioned me in his own speech. He really is something special to me. I love him in a friend way. But I’m starting to think it may be something more and I am truly terrified of that. I don’t want to ruin the friendship we have grown together. I don’t want to get my hopes up and think that this could be something more. I also don’t want my heart to be broken again if anything were to happen between the two of us. “Thank you all and please enjoy your meal. We have an open bar and drinks are on the house. We have a huge dance floor so please help yourself,” Alessandro said and walked off stage with Harry. They hugged and Harry came back to finish his meal.

“Great speech Harry,” Helen smiled as she playfully nudged me. I smiled and nodded to him, “It was super great H. Thanks for the shout out.” He grinned and leaned over to kiss my cheek. “Anything for you, love,” he said and smiled as he pulled away from me. I could feel my cheeks heat up and my heart beat pick up. “I need to go to the washroom. Y/N, would you like to go with me,” Helen smiled like she knew something was up with me. I smiled thankful for the fact that she recognized I needed a minute from all of this. “Of course, be back soon,” I smiled to Harry and he smiled back. “Take your time,” he spoke and I grabbed my clutch as I linked arms with Helen.

We got to the bathroom and did our business. We washed our hands and reapplied our lipstick. “Would you like to get some fresh air,” she asked as we headed for the bathroom door. “Sure, I could use some fresh air,” I smiled and we walked out to go the bar to get some more champagne and head for the courtyard that they had all set up for the dinner party. “Should we tell the guys where we are going,” I asked looking to Helen. “They won’t mind. They will find us eventually,” she giggled and shrugged while taking a drink as we walked to this big fountain. Helen took a seat on the side of the fountain and I joined her. I looked up to the stars and then towards the party that was happening inside.

“So that was some speech Harry gave tonight,” Helen said with playfully smirk and I looked at her blushing. “Yeah, it was super sweet of him. I definitely wasn’t expecting it,” I smiled looking down at my drink. “You seem so surprised,” she giggled and took a drink from her glass. “What do you mean? I had no idea he was going to be doing a speech,” I felt like my heart was going to drop to my stomach. Was there something I was missing? “Calm down, it’s nothing bad. I can tell there’s something conflicting you about Harry what is it,” she asked curiously. “I don’t really know…,” I said softly and looked away. I trust Helen so much but I just don’t know if I should tell her something like this. Especially, something that could change everything between Harry and I.

“Y/N, you can trust me. I won’t tell anyone, you know that. I could tell something is conflicting you. That’s why I invited you to join me in the bathroom and out here so you didn’t feel smothered or pressured to say something in front of Harry. What’s going on,” she said grabbing my hand and squeezing it gently. I sighed and looked down. “I just feel a bit insecure being here. I mean did you see all of those models? They are stunning and I’m just well… average. I came to support Harry because he is my best friend. He has been for years now. But ever since he picked me up tonight, something feels different. The air around the two of us felt different tonight on the way here. We were photographed as if we were a couple. Then the whole speech he gave through me for a loop,” I took a breath and just closed my eyes.

“This whole time so far has been weird for me. I have like this feeling in my stomach when I’m around him. I feel a little more nervous around him,” I say and looked to Helen who had this big grin on her face. “What,” I asked looking at her confused. “You like him,” she smirked. “I never said that,” I pointed at finger at her. “Y/N, but you didn’t deny it either. You like him. You are feeling nervous and getting butterflies around him. It sounds to me that you like him more than a friend,” she took another drink from her glass and leaned her elbows on her knees looking at me. “I mean I do like Harry a lot. But I don’t want to ruin what Harry and I have right now,” I sighed and looked to her.

“Y/N, it’s okay to like Harry more than a friend. But don’t torture yourself about it either. You don’t have to tell him until you are ready,” she smiled and wrapped her arm around me. “I’m just scared to get my hopes up and I’m scared of being heartbroken. Everyone knows how my last relationship went. I have a lot of work to do with myself and loving myself after how I was treated is all,” I say as I lay my head on her shoulder. “It takes time dear, let it all play out,” she rubbed my shoulder and we giggled together. “It feels good to get that off my chest,” I smiled to her and she smiled back. “What felt good,” Harry’s voice made us jump and turn to him standing there in front of us with a sly smirk.

“Oh nothing Harold,” Helen said laughing. “We were just having a nice chat under the stars,” Helen stood from her spot and offered her hand for me to take. I stood and laughed with her. “Well, I was going to see if you all wanted to come inside to dance,” Harry said looking down while shuffling his feet. “Everyone started to dance. Plus, I was curious to where you two ran off to after the bathroom. I didn’t want you all to miss anything,” he looked up to meet our gaze. The way the moonlight hit him was astonishing. He looked like he was out of a dream just standing there. You could see all of the angles of his bone structure in his face. He was breathtaking. “Well, I think we would love a dance or two Mr. Styles,” Helen said in a joking manner.

Harry laughed and shook his head, “Well, let’s go then.” We all laughed together and started walking towards the doors that led back inside. “I also don’t think it’s appropriate to steal someone’s date Helen,” Harry said glancing to the both of us. Helen linked arms with me and pulled me close to her. “She’s just so gorgeous tonight and I wanted to make her mine,” Helen giggled and Harry threw his head back in laughter. I blushed while joining them. I think I was starting to get tipsy and the alcohol started to work its way through my bloodstream. I’ve had around three glasses of champagne and here we are fighting over whose date I really am. We finally walked in the doors and saw everyone enjoying the dancefloor.

I looked to Helen as Shut Up and Dance with Me by WALK THE MOON started playing. She grinned at me and tugged me onto the dancefloor. We started jumping around and spinning each other while screaming the lyrics to each other. Everyone was having a blast. It was like we were the life of the party. Helen wrapped her arms around me as we danced and I looked over to the bar because I could feel eyes on us. As I scanned the bar, my eyes found Harry’s. He was standing with some designers and his manager but for some reason he was captivated by the sight of us. I could see his dimple appear in his cheek as his lips turned to a cheeky grin. He knew that he had been caught red handed. I blushed and spun out from Helen’s arms. We laughed as the song ended and we all cheered.

“I don’t know about you but I could use a drink after that,” Helen smiled out of breath. “Agreed , let’s go,” I smiled just as out of breath as her. We walked towards the bar and asked for drinks. We took a seat there for a second and I looked down the way to see Harry being introduced to a female model. I felt my heart sink slightly. I shouldn’t feel jealous, right? I mean they could just be talking business and I shouldn’t feel mad. That’s when Helen noticed my change in moods and glanced to the sight I just saw. “Bartender, can I please have two shots of vodka,” Helen spoke and I looked at her like she was crazy. “I don’t want to get super drunk tonight,” I said with my hands up in surrender. “It’s just to ease the pain and give you a little boost. They are probably just talking business or fashion. Don’t sweat it,” she smiled and the bartender slid the shots towards us.

“If I know Harry, he won’t fall for someone like her,” Helen said with smile as she picked up her shot. I did the same with mine and we went in for a cheer. “To letting good things take it’s time,” Helen said and I smiled up at her. We took the shot and I felt the burn all the way down to my stomach. I coughed just a little bit and chased it down with some champagne. That’s when one of Harry’s song started to play. It was the song Golden and I raised an eyebrow at Helen. “I wonder who requested this song,” I said as I looked towards the DJ booth to see if I could spot who it was. “Actually, it was me,” a deep voice said that startled both Helen and I. I turned to see Harry standing there looking down at me. I bit my lip and looked towards Helen unsure what to say to him.

“Y/N, would you like to dance with me,” Harry asked shyly and I looked back at him feeling my heart melting at the sight of him. “S-sure,” I stuttered to find the word. He held out his hand and I took it as I hopped off the bar stool. Harry led the way and I looked back at Helen who was grinning from ear to ear. I blushed as Harry pulled us to the middle of the dancefloor. We started dancing at our own paces and laughing with one another. That’s when Harry snaked his arms around my waist and pulling me closer to him. I felt my cheeks heat up and my heart pick up speed. I slowly wrapped my arms around his neck as he started to sing to me. “You’re so golden,” he sang with a huge smile. I giggled as we spun in a circle at a slow pace. “And I know that you’re scared because hearts get broken,” he sang as he leaned his forehead to mine.

His breath was hot against my face as I looked up to meet his eyes. They were filled with something I couldn’t quite put my finger on. I bit my lip as his eyes flickered to watch my lips. I was intoxicated by him. I wanted him. But how do I say that? As the song started to come to an end, everyone cheered for us. As I looked around, everyone had seemed to be watching us. But they were also cheering for Harry and his new album being played at the party. I looked by up to Harry as my hands traveled down his chest to pull us apart. “Want to head home,” he said as he kept his hands around my waist. I nodded and he moved his hands from my waist. He grabbed my hand leading me back to our table to grab our things. We then found everyone we came with and hugged them.

I walked over to Helen and wrapped my arms around her. Harry was stuck talking to Alessandro while I did so. “Thank you for being here for me tonight,” I said as we held each other. “You’re welcome dear, now go get your man,” she whispered to me causing us to giggle once more. “I will text you later,” I smiled and kissed her cheek as she did mine. Harry waited politely and hugged Helen bye. “Shall we,” he asked holding his arm out for me to take. I smiled and took it, “Yes we shall.” We walked out to find our limo and climbed in.

“Did you have fun tonight love,” Harry asked as we started our drive home in the limo. “It was a lot of fun. Thank you again for bringing me Harry,” I said with a big smile. “You’re welcome. I’m glad I was able to bring you out for the night,” his dimple appeared causing my heart to flutter. We grew quiet and all I could think about was how we danced together at the party. I couldn’t help this smile that wouldn’t leave my lips at the thought.

“You didn’t mention you were going to do a speech tonight,” I broke the silence and turned to look at him. “Well, I didn’t really plan on the speech. When I was on my way to pick you up, Alessandro called me and mentioned bringing me on stage. So I just kind of made it up on the spot,” he blushed and ran his slender fingers through his perfect curls. I smiled slightly at the thought of Harry just making something up and it being so meaningful. “It was really sweet of you to mention me in the speech you know,” I said nudging him playfully and he started to laugh nervously. “Well, I know that you have been through a lot and I wanted to share my special night with someone that was just as special to me,” he said softly and placed his hand on my exposed knee. I felt like I could melt at his touch.

“You know, I’ve been thinking a lot tonight,” he said looking me dead in my eyes. “Thinking about what,” I asked nervously as I held his eye contact. “I know that you have been through a lot from your last relationship. I couldn’t stand to see you so upset after how he controlled you and cut you off to everyone who loves you,” he sighed looking down to where his hand rested on my knee. He moved his thumb in small circles and I could feel the tears stinging my eyes. “I was hurt and angry at what he did to you. It was unfair to you. I know that it has messed with you and your confidence. I noticed it tonight,” he found my gaze again and I felt my heart in my chest start to swell. “W-what do you mean,” I asked as my voice cracked.

“You were nervous for everyone to see you as beautiful. You were too in your head about all the models and designers being at the party. But as soon as you had a few drinks and started dancing with Helen, you just let go. You were radiating so much energy and so much beauty. It was like you were golden,” he smiled to me and I felt my face begin to heat up. “Y/N, you have no idea how beautiful you really are,” Harry brought his hand to my cheek and rubbed the pad of his thumb across it. I was at a loss for words. “I know this is a far stretch but I really truly care about you and love you so much. We have known each other for years now. You have been there for me through every up and every down. I can’t thank you enough for everything you have done for me. I know that you’re scared to fall in love again. And, I don’t want to ruin our friendship… but I think I’m falling in love with you Y/N… I want to make you truly happy and I want to show you how beautiful you really are,” his words were almost a whisper.

I felt myself lean in closer to him and his smile grew bigger. I giggled and brought my hand to rest on his cheek. “I’m scared to fall but if you are there to catch me, I wouldn’t mind falling in love with you,” I smiled and he pulled my lips to his. The kiss was something that I had been waiting for all these years. Why did we wait so long for this to happen? It was like a flame had been set ablaze as soon as our lips touched. It was something so magical. We just kept kissing each other until we were out of breath and pulled apart slowly to rest our foreheads against each other. Harry smiled to me and kissed my nose. I giggled and hid my face into his neck. “Would you like to stay with me tonight? We can do whatever you want,” he said and rubbed my back gently as we snuggled into each other’s embrace. I smiled to myself at thought about what we should do at his place.

“I would love to stay with you. Can we cuddle and watch a movie,” I asked looking up at him. I wanted to take things slow and just enjoy each other’s company. “Cuddling and a movie it is love,” he said grinning down at me. I giggled and kissed his lips again. I could kiss him forever if I knew his lips were that soft before. He ran his fingers through my hair as he looked into my eyes. “You mean everything to me,” he whispered and I couldn’t help but blush for the hundredth time tonight. “Why are you so good to me,” I asked looking into his eyes searching for an answer. “Because you deserve something good in this life,” he smiled and kissed my forehead gently.

#Harry Styles #harry imagine #harry x reader #harrystyles #harry smut #harry fluff #fineline #one direction imagine #imagines #preferences #one direction preferences #harry styes preference

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ughaera · 4 years ago

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for @ugdohyun

she hears about him before she sees him. the whispers reverberate, fly across the crowds, make their way backstage where they find her. “oh my god,” a crew member exclaims, the excitement springing from her voice. haera’s fixing her makeup, pouting as she runs the bright red yves saint laurent lipstick she’d impulsively bought two weeks ago over her lips. (cost her an extra weeks’ worth of shifts at the café, she’s still not sure whether it’s worth it.) “did you see him? holy fuck, that ctrl guy. yes, nam dohyun!”

nam dohyun.

surprise!

fuck. the lipstick rolls out of her hands and hits the floor with a loud bang. it’s been a long time since she’s last heard the name in her vicinity, and it takes her by surprise. her heart constricts in a way she forgot it could. (these days, she’s on the other side of it all. she wonders if he’s heard of her, wonders if he connects the dots, wonders if he’d be proud of the insincere excuses she learnt from him.)

god. the usual pre-show clamour around her is silenced by those three syllables – suddenly, she’s young, alone and new to seoul once again and in some shitty band that barely grazes anyone’s radar, but dohyun is there, dohyun holds her hand and shows her his favourite spots in seoul, dohyun smiles at her from across the room in sweaty clubs and tells her about this latest group who he swears will blow up. (he isn’t wrong, but haera’s never been able to listen to their music without remembering the way his eyes crinkled when he’d laughed after she’d mispronounced their name – she was never good with english.)

but dohyun also crushes her heart with his expensive sneakers (repeatedly) after shows, after practices, after meals. (she stops letting him do so after the twenty-first time, but the damage’s done.)

haera won’t lie, it’d be silly to say things stayed the same when nothing has. years have passed and as with every cheesy saying, the wounds have healed, the feelings that had once glimmered blindingly for him have dulled into nothingness. but still, there is something inexplicably nerve-racking about being in the same enclosed space with the first person she’d gifted her heart to after so long. the last time they’d been in the same room, she’d left their band without any remorse, a pointed look shot in his direction, slamming the door in their faces.

(why is he even here?)

when she gets on stage, she spots him immediately. it’s just the nam dohyun effect – attention just naturally gravitates towards him, haera being no exception. admittedly, seeing him in person, at her show, turns the nerves into some potent desire. this is what you missed out on, she wants to scream, fuck you. and so, she plays better than she has ever, her fingers fly, her heart palpitates manically against her chest. the adrenaline shoots through her veins, the crowds’ chants a mercurial high that she never wants to come down from.

(she decides to give him a reason to stay.)

the final song comes fast enough and haera grabs the mic before anyone can stop her. (no one is surprised.) “hey!” she calls out to the crowd, basking in the glow of the spotlight and the responding cheers. “i just wanted to say that there’s a special someone in the crowd tonight.” she shoots a wink to the girl in the front row with bleached blonde hair and glittery eyeshadow, a teasing grin pulling at her lips. “not you, cutie. but you can call me after the show.”

she pauses. faces him. locks her eyes with his. the words roll off her tongue, slow and sure. this is for you. “the boy who broke my heart is here! thanks for coming tonight! make some noise for him, everyone!”

the crowd roars. haera smirks. (they’ll be talking about this for days.)

“guess you must have really missed me. not a surprise!”

#( * dohyun ! connection )#( lmk if anything needs changing #( shes crazy lmao

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lucky-bucky-boy · 5 years ago

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Mistletoe

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Peter put off introducing you to the team for a long time, but Tony insists the holiday party at the compound is the perfect way for the team to meet the only best friend they haven’t yet.

Word Count: 2385

Warnings: Christmas themed, more fluff

Tags: @lokilvrr

I do not own these characters. Do NOT repost my fics anywhere without my written permission.

"If you ask me one more time if I'm sure I want to go, I promise I will rip my hair out and you'll have to deal with looking at me bald every day," you huffed out a laugh with only a slight playful annoyance tinging the words as you spoke. Delicate application of mascara, mouth parted ever so slightly to give the steady hand needed to not mess up the extravagant glittery eyeshadow that you'd never admit took three tutorials, four tries, and over an hour to do properly.

"O-okay," Peter's anxious voice flowed through your phone perched on the edge of your vanity. "I'll be there in 15, Mr.Stark had Happy pick me up. Bye, (Y/N/N)."

One final layer of ruby red lipstick to compliment the dress that MJ had helped you select; a beautiful a-line knee length dress, intricate lace dancing across the chest and flowing down each arm, stopping just before your wrists, all in a rich christmasy red. Fixing a small golden necklace around your neck to match the gold of the friendship bracelet Peter had given you, MJ and Ned before everyone went off to college, you slipped on a pair of gold glittery flats to complete the look.

As if on queue there was a small series of knocks against your bedroom door. Grabbing the small black clutch you'd thrown a few things in, you opened the door, smiling at Peter before taking in his appearance.

Being an Avenger had done him well, a new sense of maturity vibrating in his aura. His loose curls had been groomed and shaped up, no doubt a request from Tony for this party. His shoulders more broad, a hint of stubble prickling his chin and jaw, all complemented by the sleek black tux, with a bright red tie that just happened to match your dress perfectly. Michelle's doing no doubt.

"O- uh - you look- you look beautiful," Peter stumbled over the words as he tried his damndest to not stare at any one part too long. There was a faint blush on his pale skin. "Are you ready?" He asked, "Mr.Stark isn't happy that you're my only friend he hasn't met."

A soft giggle played at your lips as you turned your lights off and shit your door, "Sure am, Parker."

"Holy shit, there's even little sodas in here - PETER YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND THEY'RE TINY," a small squeal left your lips as you pulled out one of the tiny cans from the cooler in the limo, Happy sending Peter and amused look through the rear view mirror.

Peter chuckled softly, "I tried telling Mr.Stark we didn't need the limo but he insisted."

"Okay, but seriously, if Tony wasn't already married I'd be chasing after that if it meant I got things like this every day," there was an obvious joking tone to your words but it still stung Peter deep in the gut. Happy sent Peter another look when he caught that hurt puppy look on Peter's face, which he responded with by closing the partition.

You pouted at Peter, "Hey, that was mean," you scolded softly.

"He kept wiggling his eyebrows at me it was weird," Peter whined in defense, causing a string of laughter to fall from you.

"Where's the party at?" You asked, settling back into the seat next to Peter, pressing the small can of soda to your lips, the warm, dim light casting a fairytale like glow over you and Peter was damn sure Tony had changed the lights.

"It's at the compound," Peter answered, pulling his phone out to check the time, anything to keep from looking at you too long. "Mr.Stark said he wanted something more intimate this year. It's a few of his friends, everyone had a plus one, I originally wasn't going to go but he wanted to meet you and thought this would be a good time to do so."

"Ooh wait, so I also get to meet the team?" You asked, feeling the car pull into what you could only assume was the compound.

Peter nodded as Happy opened the door and Peter grabbed your clutch before getting out, holding his hand out to help you. A chorus of thank you's and nice to meet you's flowed between the group before Peter steered your attention to the pristinely white building that was brightly lit. Hundreds of thousands of little crystal lights strung on every ledge, every tree, every bush and branch available. Little white deer silhouettes lined the walkway and it truly looked like a winter wonderland thanks to the dusting of snow still stuck from that morning.

The bustling party could be heard even outside, laughter, chatter, and music vibrating the architecture. Peter opened the door for you, the sounds doubling in volume as you stepped into what felt like a scene out of a Hallmark movie. Intricate decorations and lace, ribbon, and likes strewn across the ceilings, railing and archways. A pop-up bar and serving table off to the side, the home to extravagant drinks and foods you had only ever dreamed of getting the chance to taste. The intimate lighting doubled with the warmth that the endless Christmas music sent through you made your heartbeat a little faster when you remember who you came here with.

Peter's arm wrapped around your waist, leading you towards the back of the room that sat huge round tables. At the center table sat a few of the team members; Natasha with her feet propped up on Sam's lap, Sam who was bickering with Bucky over what sounded like an argument over the best something and poor Steve stuck in the middle of his two friends squabbling.

Peter cleared his throat to get their attention, all eyes turning to him and then immediately falling in you. An anxious, almost embarrassed kind of warmth spread through you as they all analyzed you, Bucky breaking into a huge grin. "Hey Peter, is this the dame you haven't shut up about?"

Sam sighed exasperatedly, "Barnes, for the last time, we don't call girls dames anymore."

"I think it's rather endearing," Nat added, eyes never leaving you, watching as you looked up at Peter with a small look of shock on your face, lips slightly parted. Bucky had undoubtedly caught you off guard with the confession, and Peter was blushing even darker than earlier.

"Peter Benjamin Parker," you said, voice in a heightened, almost comical tone of disbelief, "Are you talking about me again? Do I need to bring out the pictures from summer camp?"

His eyes went as big as saucers, "No no no no, they asked about my friends and I told then about you that's all," his words were rushed, quick to speak in hopes of deterring your threat.

"Sure, if you call gu- ouch, why'd you hit me," Bucky grumbled towards Steve who was sending him a warning look and suddenly everyone at the table caught on. You knew nothing.

Peter watched as your mouth opened to speak but quickly cut you off when he heard Tony talking from the upstairs balcony. His gaze moved upwards, seeing a much less crowded, but still just as decorated area and he grabbed your hand, leading you to the steps. "C'mon. Let's go see Mr.Stark."

Tony was talking to a business friend, a young girl who you could only assume was his daughter hugging tightly to his leg with one arm and a feeding herself a cookie with another. Her eyes moved from the man in front of her to Peter and you and she gasped, dropping the cookie and running over to Peter, who knelt down in preparation to hug her.

She flung her small body into Peter's chest who hugged her and stood, moving to hold her on his hip. "Peter!!!!!! Why'd did you leave? Daddy's being boring. I wanna play with the bobots- Peter who's this she's pretty - and OUR DRESSES MATCH!"

She squealed, causing Peter to laugh softly.

You looked down at yourself and then over at her, taking in the details of her dress and realizing she was wearing a smaller version of your dress. You giggled softly, watching as Peter sat her down so she could twirl to show it off. You knelt down to be eye level with her, "Well, that just means we both have good tastes because we both look very pretty, don't we?" You asked her.

She nodded her head furiously. "Yes! Daddy wanted me to wear gold but I liked this one better. I'm Morgan."

"Hi, Morgan. My name is (Y/N), I'm Peter's friend. We've been friends since we you as little as you."

She gasped softly, "Does that mean you know how to prank him? He never falls for my pranks," she crossed her arms over her chest and pouted some, only causing you to laugh more.

"Of course I know how to prank him," you looked up at Peter to realize that both Tony and him were watching the two of you, the other man from earlier gone. After giving Morgan a small smile you stood, reaching out to shake Tony's hand.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr.Stark." You beamed a bright smile at him, causing Tony to smirk softly and send Peter a look of approval.

"The pleasure is all mine, sweetheart. And please, call me Tony. I'm surprised you haven't freaked out yet, Peter's mentioned a few times that you're a big fan of - well everyone." He said, hand motioning to wave in the direction of where the team was.

You nodded, feeling Peter move back to your side and seeing Morgan find her place at Tony's leg again. "I'm a huge fan, and it is taking everything not to freak. But what kind of first impression would that be," you joked softly.

Tony chuckled, picking Morgan up. "Very true. I'll leave you two to enjoy to party. I think I need to get this stinker another cookie before mommy comes and yells at me." Morgan cheered as Tony moved to take her back downstairs, leaving Peter and you alone.

Leaning over the balcony you used the height to your advantage, observing the party and every one of its inhabitants. Watched people dance, drink too much champagne, kiss and coo at one another. It was almost surreal, the wealth, the confidence, the comfort of the bubbling atmosphere. The feeling of someone watching you pulled you from your thoughts, turning to look at Peter who was watching you intently.

"What is it?" You asked, almost amused, "something wrong with my makeup?"

Peter shook his head, hands fidgeting with the end of his jacket, eyes darting around anxiously before looking back at you. "N-no, actually. The complete opposite. I can't get over how beautiful you look tonight." He bit his lip, and when your eyebrow crooked upwards and a small smirk toyed at your lips he got worried, more anxious than before, "Not that you don't always look beautiful but you just look especially beautiful tonight."

The smile and light laugh that left your tempting lips made him feel he was baptized in cold water, drowning him and filling him with life all at once. "You overthink everything, Peter," intertwining your fingers with his, you pulled him towards the steps. "I want a drink and I want you to show me around."

A glass of champagne and too many horderves later, you found yourselves in the compounds kitchen searching for refuge from the stimulation of the party. The two of you sat on the kitchen island, reminiscing and laughing, catching up for the first time in what felt like an eternity since the start of the semester.

"So, this is pretty much where you live now? No more loud Queens streets to lull you to sleep at night?"

Peter shrugged, pulling off his suit jacket and moving to roll the cuffs of his button down shirt up. "Well, I kinda bounce between here and Aunt May's. Mr. Stark has me taking classes online so I can still work with him and not over do myse-"

A loud gasp pulled your attention to the doorway, Morgan was standing there, holding Tony's hand and pointing at the two of you. "Daddy! Look! They're under the mistletoe!"

Tony chuckled softly, "They sure are kiddo, and what does that mean?"

"They have to kiss!" She exclaimed.

Looking up you saw the bundle of green and read tied around the light fixture and couldn't help but shake your head and laugh in disbelief. "If I didn't know any better I'd believe everyone was in on something," you said and watch as Tony held his hands up in defense and backed out of the kitchen with Morgan in tow.

"Y-yeah," Peter swallowed loudly, causing you to look over at him. "We- we don't actually have to kiss if you don't want to." His voice was soft and nothing more than a mumble and he fiddled with the rolled up sleeves.

"What makes you think I don't want to kiss you, Pete?" You asked, smiling softly, a sudden wave of anxiety wiping over you. "Do you think I'd try this hard for anyone else?" You motioned to yourself.

"You could have come in sweatpants and a tank top and I still would've thought you looked amazing." Warmth spread across you, slightly embarrassed and unsure of what to say, "...Can I kiss you?" He asked.

A timid nod was enough of an answer as he moved to cup you cheeks with his hands, thumbs rubbing over the apples of your cheeks as he took a moment to admire every detail of your face. "I've loved you since we were kids," he admitted before pressing his lips to yours, slow and almost unsure.

The moment he felt your hands on his chest, tugging at his shirt to pull him closer, his actions had more confidence, lips soft and speaking a language you didn't know you knew, filling a void you didn't know you had. You pulled back a little, both of you smiling big and giddy.

"Merry Christmas to me," he mumbled.

"Merry Christmas to us." You corrected, pressing another small kiss to his lips. "And I love you too."

#peter #peter parker #peter x reader #peter parker x reader #peter fluff #peter parker fluff #peter one shot #peter parker one shot #peter imagine #peter parker imagine #spiderman #spiderman fluff #spiderman x reader #spiderman one shot #spiderman imagine #marvel #marvel fluff #marvel imagine #marvel one shot

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redshiftsinger · 5 years ago

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The most aggravating thing about the radfem anti-makeup discourse, on a personal level? That whole “don’t buy in to patriarchal beauty standards, resist conforming at all costs” attitude was almost identical to my mom’s reasoning behind not allowing me to do the fun shiny stuff I wanted to do. She thought she was “protecting” me from getting brainwashed into thinking that I had to be pretty to be worthwhile, but what ended up happening in reality was that I learned that I don’t deserve to own things that make me happy because they’re “wasteful”, and that I should be afraid of attracting ANY attention whatsoever, because all things bright, gaudy, attention-grabbing... I couldn’t have them, because drawing attention meant drawing negative judgment, in my mother’s social-anxiety-warped mind, and anything that went even a little bit beyond the bare minimum to serve functionally while avoiding looking so ugly as to be attention-drawingly so, was “wasteful”. And yes, I had experiences of growing up poor, but the real poverty hit when I was in high school, when my dad left and my mom lost her job within the same year. I’m talking here about stuff that was a well-established dynamic even when we were comfortably middle-class (my private-elementary-school life) and there was room in the budget for things like a burgundy leather four-piece living room set, a new car (not new-used, I mean an actual new car that no one else had ever owned) and occasional weeklong vacations to the coast. When my parents got me a kiddie passport because they genuinely anticipated being able to take an international family vacation soon enough for that to seem like a practical thing to get out of the way ahead of time. Even for special occasions, where it would have been entirely socially appropriate for a kid to wear a glittery dress, I learned fast to always include an option in my clothing picks on the shopping trip that my mom would actually have a chance of approving, lest I be forced to wear something I hated. My opinions were taken into account JUST enough to give the illusion that I was truly being permitted choice. Just enough that most of the time, I could look in the mirror and not completely hate the reflection of someone else’s dress-up doll. And contrary to maybe most AFAB folks’ experiences with similar dynamics of being forced to wear stuff that doesn’t really suit their personality... I wasn’t being forced into hyper-femininity. I was being pushed AWAY from it. Sure, there were Events where I was expected to wear a dress -- no hardship for me, I liked dresses just fine, I still do. But I wasn’t allowed makeup until I needed it for stage performance reasons (at which point I got to own one eyeliner, one blush, one mascara, and one eyeshadow quad. I still wasn’t allowed black mascara or eyeliner, just browns, because something something my mom’s assumptions about how complexions work and me being a brunette... YES I know that’s not ideal stage makeup don’t @ me, my mom wouldn’t fucking listen). I wasn’t allowed much in the way of jewelry -- I had a few small, subdued necklace pendants, but I wasn’t even allowed to get my ears pierced until middle school, and my earring options were heavily restricted afterward. I wasn’t allowed to shave my legs, I was only permitted clear nail polish. I wasn’t allowed to wear heels for the most part -- my first pair was half-inch high, plain cream-colored maryjanes, and I had to practically grovel to be allowed to get those. I wasn’t even allowed haircuts besides various lengths of straight-across-the-back and an option of fringe or no fringe. Even as an adult my mom tries to bully me into conforming to her boring aesthetic sensibilities. She’ll say whatever she thinks I’ll find shaming enough to stop doing the thing she said it about. She’ll mock my “grand rebellion” in one breath and then tell me I “look just like everyone else” in the next. She’ll tell me I look like a trashy teenager and then turn around and tell me I look old. Stop assuming that everyone grew up with the same pressures toward hyperfemininity that you personally experienced. Y’all sound like my mother with the assumption that I must only want any of the trappings of femininity because I’ve been brainwashed into it (despite that I also wasn’t allowed to watch tv that my parents hadn’t first watched and given approval for, or read magazines besides NatGeo and Readers’ Digest for the vast majority of my childhood), and y’all can fuck right off with that. My mom did her damnedest to brainwash me to NOT like makeup, nail polish, glitter, and Being Fancy. She failed overall, though she did succeed in leaving me with an internal flinch reaction every time someone Notices My Aesthetic, because her Notice meant a berating, and she impressed upon me that I can’t even trust a compliment from a stranger, because she insisted that if I had gotten any compliments at all on an outfit SHE didn’t like, that the compliments must entirely have been fabricated out of an attempt to “sabotage” me. But y’know what? I know how to hear the little inner voice that tells me what I like for myself, what actually makes me happy, and I’m not about to let trauma responses and brainwashing attempts keep me from doing the things that make that little voice SING.

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ask-the-brighter-side-crew · 4 years ago

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It's Time To Begin The Fun

The screen was pitch dark with no sound surrounding it and it seemed like that for awhile until there was a click a sudden buzzing noise

"Is...Is it-" "on? I don't-" "know maybe we have-" "To wait?"

The voice's of two young kids started to be heard making the silence disappeared slowly

A chuckle was followed

"Yes Re yes Ro just wait a minute and it'll be one in no time" "Oooooo I can't wait! I can't wait I can't wait! We've been waiting for so long!"

Another chuckle

"We know Pat. We're also excited we just gotta wait a minute"

The voice's quickly drowned out the the silence with their excitement and softness as they spoke

Suddenly color start to fill the screen as the voices got more excited. "It's on it's on it's on it's on it's on it's on it's on it's on it's on!"

"Alright hand it over you three". The screen went into blurry movement for a moment before a person with Square glasses, a black polo shirt appeared on the screen

"Hello and welcome. I know from the title and everything you can see what this is all about though I will repeat it. This is our ask blog where you can ask us anything and everything! Of course there are limits but we'll get there for now it is time for introductions!". The person gestured to himself. "I am Lo. Commonly known as logic and sometimes Logan though I go with Lo because it's a funner and easier name to say. Now on to Pat"

The screen moved and suddenly a bubbly person bouncing will circle glasses. He wore a light blue shoulder showing shirt. "Hello! I'm Pat also known as morality and Patton! I can't wait to get to know about all of you lovely people! See you around! Okay Vee you're turn!" "Do I have to?" "Yes! If you don't then they won't know who you are!" "Fine fine"

The screen switched and a person with light glittery eyeshadow and a purple shirt appeared. "Sup my name is Vee/Virgil and my job is anxiety though I'm chill most of the time I really got nothing to worry about. And I'm done. Who's turn is it now?" "Oh! Oh!-" "It's ours! It's ou-" "rs!" Vee chuckled. "Okay okay"

The screen flipped around to show two very young kids bouncing. They had necklaces and almost matching sweaters that were the opposite of eachother. "Hel-" "lo!" "My name is Roman! Ro for short!" "And I'm Remus! Re for short!" "And we're the creativity twins!!!". The little Twins suddenly hugged eachother. "We're the youngest in the group because we are 7 years old!" "That also means you're the cutest" "Awwwww! Look at them! Their bright red and green!"

Lo chuckled. "Alright everyone that's enough everyone. We still have two more introductions and the limits to go over before this can all start". The sound of giggles rang out as the screen moved again before it was suddenly going up

What was then revealed was a small person wearing an over sized sweater that fell from his shoulders and the sleeves completely covered his arms and hands. "Oooooo what's that?" "It's a video thingy! We're starting the blog today so introduce yourself!" "Oh! Oh my gosh I didn't know it was today!". The small person bounced. "Well! My name is Thomas! Though you can call me any nickname that works better for you as long as you're comfortable with it! Oh! And also before you ask no I am not a kid. I'm 25 years old the only thing is that I'm really small. Though if you do mistake me as a kid it's okay! I won't be mad. Annnnd I think that's all about me!"

Vee chuckled as kneeled down and hugged Thomas who immediately hugged back. "You did a good job Thomas" "Thank you Vee!" "Of course anytime Thomas...Now guess what time it is?". As Vee spoke he held Thomas closer who quickly gasped and flapped his sleeves. "It was a trap! A comfy trap!"

The Twins giggled as they moved the screen. Re held the camera while Ro quickly sank out. "Now here is the last one who needs to be introduced before we can start the blog!". As Re finished speaking Ro sank up and was holding something. "Everyone. Meet Dee!". Re flipped the screen to reveal Ro proudly holding up a bleping yellow snake with a chocker that had a red and green heart. "Hissss!" "We found him in the forest all alone!" "And he was the only snake we have ever seen" "So we knew we just had to take him in and give-" "Him a nice warm and comfy home!" "And now he's our pet! He has a nice big tank with everything he needs including multiple heating pads!" "And he can come out and explore the house as much as he wants!" "Oh! Oh! He always get a lot of cuddles from everyone!" "And he's really really cute and adorable!" "And-!"

Logan stepped in. "Alright you two that's enough. That list is never going to end and you're flustering to poor guy". He pointed to Dee who was wagging his tail and gave flustered hisses. "As you can see" "oh my-" "gosh! Sorry Dee!". Logan chuckled. "I'm sure he forgives you. Now. Introductions are completed it is time to end this with some things that are off limits. Okay?" "Okie!". Re handed the screen over to Lo and went over to his brother and hugged him

Lo smiled before he looked at the screen. "Okay so I will currently a short list of things that should not be asked due to many reasons so please listen carefully

-No Nsfw ask or inappropriate asks please as there are two kids

-No making the characters die or put them in a situation where on is dead. You can put them in pretend situations but not real ones

-Don't be gross please

-If you don't like the blog please do not leave an ask about it. Just move on

-Do not try to get any of the characters change something about their personality

-No creepy asks

And that would seem to conclude the list for now. If needed more things will be added to make sure this is a safe and good place". Lo looked at the others. "Are we ready to end this?" "Seems like it" "let's do it!" "Let's get this over with Thomas needs his nap" "We're-" "Ready!"

Lo smiled and he put the screen on a stand before walked back over to the others who immediately pulled him close as the all squished together in a group hug

"Hope you all enjoy the blog and we hope to see you next time! Bye bye!" "Hisssssss!!!"

The group all smiled together as the screen cut to black again and the silence returned once more

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Asks are now open!

#Roman #Remus #Patton #Logan #Thomas #Janus #Deceit #first post #Here we go #creativitwins

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cyoza · 5 years ago

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I was not going to post on here and I tried like 5 times but for some reason the ao3 link isn’t showing up in the tags sand I’m feeling very frustrated so I’m just going to upload the first chapter on here and then the rest of the chapters will be on ao3 because it took me forever last time to get all the chapters together here

I’m going to post the link to my ao3 at the end and see if it works this time but its literally giving me a headache lol

In his 3 years as a protective agent of the CIA, Dick Grayson had never once slept past his alarm. However, he’d never felt the urge stronger than he did that morning. Even with the blaring siren of his alarm sounding, he’d lay staring at the ceiling for the few minutes he could spare wishing he could hit the snooze button.

For the next 6 months.

Dick had been very lucky in his 5 year career, shadowing various important but interesting diplomats and thus learning a lot more than the average person about the world and often top secret information. But it seemed like his luck had run out. For he was to spend the next 6 months babysitting some spoiled, pampered princess.

Kory Anders had definitely built up a reputation for herself - and not necessarily a good one. From his research, he had found multiple articles that described her short temper, recklessness and honestly almost careless attitude towards dating; a new man or woman on her arm every month. It didn’t help that she was an actual princess which meant that guarding her was going to be a bigger pain in the ass than usual. When it came to Royals, they would feel more comfortable with their own services as well as CIA protection which made it all the more difficult to get the job done. Safe to say there was no real part of him looking forward to the task.

But Dick got up anyway, clicking off both his phone alarm and battery back up along the way. He got ready in a daze, cruising on autopilot until he stood in front of the mirror adjacent to his front door. White shirt crisp and immaculate as usual, dark navy tie placed perfectly at the centre, all pulled together with a sharp angled black blazer.

A picture of a model agent.

Bruce Wayne would be proud.

Dick watched as his eyes narrowed automatically at the thought but he forced himself to relax; he didn’t need anymore tension in his body today and thinking about his adoptive father wasn’t going to help.

So he grabbed his keys and made his way to work, again not really present for the journey but the dread that settled in him as he pulled into the parking lot forcibly ejected him out of his reverie and back to reality.

He tried to ignore it, doing the best he could to seem like his charismatic but professional self as he made it through security. Saying hello to Joe as he x-rayed his bag and commenting on Max’s new hair do as she scanned through his fingerprints and ID before making his way through the halls to the DS’s office.

He paused facing the heavy mahogany door, bracing himself before knocking.

‘Come in,’ was the gruff reply.

Dick let out a sigh before entering, shutting the door softly behind him and making his way to stand by the double burgundy leather arm chairs opposite the mahogany desk.

Directorate of Support Officer Charles ‘Chip’ Wenthem looked every bit the stereotypical middle-aged officer was to be expected to look. Thick grey caterpillar moustache with a matching buzzcut and permanently stress induced protruding coronary in the neck.

‘Ah Grayson, good you’re here. The Royal Family will be here any minute. I know this isn’t the best assignment but I want you to put your best foot forward, alright? We really need this to go well.’

‘Of course, sir. Looking forward to doing the best I can for my country as always.’ He lied, giving him a tense but polite smile that neither reassured nor reinforced his statement. Yet neither of them mentioned anything, knowing the job would get done either way to an exemplary standard anyway.

‘Glad to hear it, son. Now, as explained in the dossier, you’ll be guarding the Princess Kory Anders of Tamaran along with her personal protection services named Faddei Adeliyi. You’ve done this enough times that I don’t need to hold your hand, Grayson, but proceed with caution. The Tamaranians keep to themselves so we don’t know much about them for a background on customs. Follow their lead and watch yourself. You’re one of my best agents and I don’t want you to get kicked off this case for something stupid, alright?’

Dick suddenly felt the tension he’d tried very hard to suppress return to his body at full force. Chip was a good DS but it was times like this that he felt his patience with him was paper thin. 10 years of experience in law enforcement with 5 of them in covert operations just to have him speak to him like he was a teenager fresh out the force on his first mission. Dick bit back his frustration and gave him another tight smile but before he could speak again, there was a knock at the door prior to Chip’s mousy assistant poking his head through.

‘Um, sir, we have the Tamaranean Royal family through security and here to see you.’ Arthur spoke quietly, shifting his eyes rapidly between Chip and the floor. Even after 2 years working here, Arthur was still terrified of every single thing; it was a wonder how he even got the job.

‘Send them in.’ Chip waved his hand in confirmation sending Arthur’s head back around the door before he came back to swing it wide open again.

Dick had seen beautiful people in his life as he seemed to always fall into their orbit unintentionally. But they all paled in comparison to the people who walked in the room in those next 5 minutes. The man who walked in after Arthur could only be described as ethereal. Towering taller than any other person Dick had come into contact with, it wasn’t his height that commanded the attention in the room nor was it his transfixing good looks. His shoulder length dark locs framed his face and corresponded with his gruff beard, which were both laced through with grey and emphasised the high slant of his cheekbones. It was his eyes, however, that drew the attention to the face, a gleaming brilliant gold that seemed luminescent even in the poorly lit office. But it was neither of these things that person would be enthralled by. Rather the aura around him was so authoritative and regal that it demanded an attention that you never wanted to withdraw. He seemed to glide as he walked into the room, his mulberry chiffon-like robe swishing around him as if there was a breeze that existed only for him. Dick could only assume he was the King, especially with the thin intricately woven golden crown he wore, pinning back some of his locs.

Even the guards that trailed behind him were some of the most stunning guards he’d ever seen, despite them dimming in comparison to the King. A man and a woman, again taller than the average person and again dressed in a similar shade of mauve to the King but more combat appropriate. Dick felt his knowledge of gender binary being challenged as he observed them both, the woman’s head shaved with a complex design tattooed across the expanse and the man with equally elaborate braids running across his scalp and trailing down his back. He had never felt more inferior in his life, even with Bruce Wayne as a father.

Dick’s attention was brought back to Chip as he made his way around the desk to greet them.

‘Your Majesty King Myand’r, welcome to the US. It is our utmost pleasure to be able to host you on your stay here.’ Chip had never sounded or looked more nervous in his life, this interaction clearly having the same effect on him as it was having on Dick.

‘Thank you..Charles, is it?’ He questioned, moving forward to extend a hand which ‘Charles’ anxiously but gratefully accepted. ‘And you must be Dick.’ He turned to Dick and stretched out a hand toward him too.

‘Yes, Your Majesty.’ Dick hoped his voice sounded strong and stable but he made sure that his handshake was, uncharacteristically wanting to exert himself, as futile as he felt it was.

‘So you’re the one protecting my daughter. Then let me introduce, my eldest daughter - Princess Koriand’r.’

King Myand’r stepped aside and it felt like all the breath had been punched out of Dick’s lungs. He had seen pictures, of course, but as beautiful as she was in them, they all felt like insults compared to the real thing. Dick didn’t know where to look first, completely overwhelmed by her presence. She seemed to be a head shorter than her father so she still dwarfed everyone in the room and it didn’t help that the vivid scarlet curls that sat atop her head gave her added inches that she really didn’t need. The crimson coils seemed to halo her face in a heart shape, her cheekbones high and sharp like her father’s and just like her father, her eyes were transfixing. Bright and shimmering, they mimicked his luminosity but hers were an emerald green that paralleled the jewels themselves. They were only emphasised by the glittery gold eyeshadow she wore, her pouty full lips also painted with a dark maroon.

Dick knew he was being rude but he couldn’t help but look at her. It was difficult to look away, especially when she also wasn’t wearing very much. As relatively warm as it was in Virginia in September, it definitely didn’t warrant the outfit she wore, or lack thereof. Again she wore a varying shade of purple to her counterparts, but this time it covered way less. Clothed in a light cotton skirt he could barely call a skirt, it reached the floor but the two high slits travelling up her legs all the way to her hips left very little to the imagination so her legs seemed to go on forever which were only highlighted by the 5 inch gold gladiator sandals she was wearing. Her midriff was also bare, the top she was wearing covering her breasts and not very much else, wrapping around them with two tiny trivial spaghetti straps holding the fabric up.

Dick felt like he had been staring at her for a lifetime but it was probably only 10 seconds, so he cleared his throat and stepped forward to greet her.

‘Princess Koriand’r, hello. My name is Dick Grayson, I’ll be forming part of your protective team while you are here in the US. It is very nice to meet you and it’s an honour to be guarding you.’ Dick stepped forward to extend a hand to her but was taken aback when she merely rolled her eyes to the side and ignored his outreached hand to fold her arms.

Dick looked frantically between the King and Chip dropping his hand and worried that he’d made a faux pas and offended her within a minute of meeting her. But he had merely taken the cue from her father with a handshake. Maybe it was different for different genders? Perhaps he was supposed to curtsey or bow?

‘You must excuse my daughter, Mr Grayson, she is proving difficult to convince that she does in fact need your services. She is quite headstrong which is a trait we admire in our country as it shows strength. But in times like this, we could possibly do without it.’ He explained before gesturing to his daughter.

‘You don’t need to talk about me like I’m not here, Father.’

Dick reeled hearing her voice; it was rich and melodic and suited her perfectly.

‘Well, Koriand’r, start acting like you are here and maybe I won’t have to,’ the King retorted.

‘I don’t see why we have to be here at all. I am a trained warrior, there is no way that I could benefit from having these feeble h-’

‘Koriand’r, that’s enough!’ He cut her off sharply, eyes suddenly blazing. ‘It is time to stop acting like a child and act like you are next in line for the throne, for X’hal’s sake. The CIA were kind enough to extend their services to us while we are here and we were grateful to accept. You shall greet Mr Grayson here appropriately and behave yourself whilst you are under his care.’

Dick could see the fury building under her guise as her father admonished her, obviously wanting to argue when her body abruptly relaxed. She swung her head to face Dick, a wide, sultry smile on her face before making her way to stop a few inches in front of him, hips swaying enticingly as she strolled over. He only hoped his swirling mind wasn’t evident and his professional facade was still in place as he inhaled her sweet rosy scent. He swallowed the lump in his throat as he tried to keep control of himself and not let himself be party to whatever game she was trying to play.

‘Hello, Mr Grayson, it’s a pleasure. I can only thank you for your service and I look forward to being under your care.’ She purred, lifting her hand towards him.

Oh, these 6 months were going to be longer than expected.

Further chapters: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21785914

#titans #dc titans #titans 2018 #dickkory #dickory fanfic #dickkory fanfiction #dick grayson #kory anders #koriand'r #au bodyguard #alternate universe #canon divergence #please let it work this time im tired lmao #i really don't know what im doing wronggggg someone help me pleaseeee

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alias-b · 5 years ago

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Without The Lights~ Billy Hargrove x OC Camille Harper

Chapter 8: Time After Time

A/N: Gahhh! Billy and Camille feel some time pass. Changes on the rise. Holidays and new year. New threats. The Party has to rally again for it all. Light sexual content starts here.

“Let me help you with that, Mrs. Wheeler.” Camille hurried to pull three hot pies from the oven. The sweet smells filled the house around them.

“I think I burned this one a little.” Karen frowned.

“No, it looks and smells amazing, I promise.”

“And your mother doesn’t want to come? I always love her fashion trend advice, I feel like I'm ahead of the curve.”

“She'd appreciate that. But, no, we had lunch and she had a flight to catch.” Camille helped with desserts while Nancy started the coffee pot.

“Smile.” Jonathan flashed when the three women huddled together in front of an island full of cookies, pies, and cakes. The doorbell sounded so Mike raced by Joyce and Will helping Holly open her new toys.

“Mike, cool it.” Karen laughed. Her house full of family and friends enjoying the winter night.

“Sorry,” he whipped open the door to see Eleven and Hopper. “Hey.”

“Hi,” she offered a gift and he let them in. Mike made some introductions, hand in El's. Hopper had an elaborate story set up for her adoption.

“I’m going to get us set up!” Dustin pulled at Will who followed him into the basement to help get their game ready. Steve was sorting gifts around and the doorbell went off again.

“I got it,” Karen paced to open it, standing taller. “Oh? You.”

“…Mrs. Wheeler.” Billy cleared his throat and peered down at Max. Camille poked her head around the corner to see him, glittery gold eyeshadow caught the light to make her sparkle. “Just dropping my sister off.” Sister. She'd forced him to help carry her many gifts to the door. Billy saw Camille there in a red dress and realized now that Max played him.

“Max!” Lucas smiled and stilled when he spotted Billy.

“Let me take those,” Karen bit her lip and handed some off to Steve so he gave them to Jonathan.

“Hargrove.” He began, hard.

“Harrington.”

“Santa’s head elf this year, huh.” Steve watched Karen go into the living room. Billy shot him a tense look. Lip quirking.

“You’re the one wearing that.” Billy gestured. Steve yanked an elf hat with ears off his head.

“I'm wearing it for the kids.” He played it cool.

“None of us asked you to do that,” Lucas teased, beckoning for Max to come in.

"Happy Hanukkah?" Max grinned, earning a laugh.

"Always appreciated." Camille smiled to greet her and met Billy’s eyes.

“Sinclair,” Billy huffed and Lucas stilled. The teen relaxed, shrugging when he was flat. No animosity toward these people trying to celebrate with each other. Billy remained outside it all. “Merry Christmas.” Lucas gave an odd look of acknowledgment and ushered Max to join their friends.

“You really got to him. Christmas miracles do exist,” the kid muttered and Max laughed at that. Camille approached, patting Steve’s shoulder when the two boys stared. She noted they both relaxed.

"Hope you got more than coal this year."

"I got this one." She eased and Steve crossed his arms, following after Lucas and Max too. She opened her mouth but Karen appeared again.

“Billy, it’s snowing out. Come in for some dessert and coffee.”

“Ah, I couldn’t,” he was jerked forward when her arm looped into his to walk him into the kitchen. Camille cocked her head and everyone in the living room tried not to laugh.

“Billy, hi.” Nancy clasped her hands, intrigued. “Welcome.” Karen went into the other room to grab more paper plates.

“Why is this so weird between you two?” Camille muttered, looking entertained and Billy rubbed his neck.

“Don’t know what you mean.”

“Nancy, this is weird. Isn’t it weird?”

“It is weird, Camille.” Both girls crossed their arms and Billy cursed himself.

“You know…that night. I got the Byers’s address from her. Might of…you know. My thing.” He hissed through his teeth when she got close to him.

“Thing?” Nancy made a face at that. "My mom?"

“Oh, no. Billy, ew. Bad idea. Bad. I might be queen bee but Karen Wheeler is like an entire swarm of them.” Camille covered her lips. Nancy giggled across from them, pouring coffees to take them off.

“Worked at the time.” Billy whispered and they stood straighter when Karen appeared with a piece of apple pie. “Thank you, Mrs. Wheeler.”

“Karen, please,” she waved him off. “You’re welcome to stay.” Karen looked between the teens and hurried to help Nancy with the coffees.

“I really shouldn’t.” He gave that smile again so Camille bit her lip. “Time to run?”

“Oh, yeah, or you're not making it out of here alive.” Camille pushed at his back to help him escape, they both chuckled together. Stopping in the doorway, she produced a tiny package from her pocket. “You know, I figured you'd be the one dropping Max here. This is for you. Open it.” He tore the paper and saw an ornate, silver ring. Patterns pressed into the metal. “Something small,” she explained when he slipped it on his middle finger. “I had them etch a Hebrew word on the inside.”

“What’s it mean?”

“Trust.” They locked eyes and he pulled another small box from his pocket, looking smug when she was surprised. Camille opened it, lifting a simple golden chain bracelet from the gift. Billy pulled from his own stash to get her something she'd like.

“It’s beautiful. Is that…?” She let him clasp it on her wrist. A single, small charm hung from it. Circular with a peony pressed at the center.

“Now you have one that can’t die on you. And I still had to ask which damn one it was so I didn't pick the rose because you are the first girl in the history of girls to hate roses.” He joked to make light of it. Camille stepped closer, his breath hitched.

“Thank you.” Her fingers brushed his hand and their moment was interrupted.

“Hey, keg king,” Steve cleared his throat. The couple came apart when he pointed up. “You know the rules.” Mistletoe hung above them. It wasn't there when Billy first arrived. “Who put that there? I wonder.” Steve flashed a huge grin and left them defenseless.

“The real King Steve, huh? Might have to thank the guy.” Billy remarked and Camille turned to face him, all pretense gone. Blue eyes burned into hazel ones. Sparkling and bright. She watched his face change. Christmas lights played soft against their faces. Camille gave the slightest nod to signal him. Forgiveness would not echo in one perfect instant but the choice to heal opened up a million beautiful possibilities unseen before.

Billy lifted a hand, fingers grazing her face; thumb rubbing a circle into her jaw. Camille came up closer on her toes when he tilted her chin up. He thought of the Halloween party. How badly he wanted her. How that never ended for a moment. Their foreheads touched, his eyes fluttered to close and she flickered her own across his expression. One of desire and peace. All at once. Camille touched the back of his neck, pressing gently and he waited for her. Only for her. So patiently that he vibrated when her lips touched his. A sweet kiss like an exhale against cool night air. Like waves swaying upon a California beach. Billy opened his heavy eyes framed by thick lashes. Her fingers shifted into his curls before she pressed her lips up to beam.

“Bye.” He uttered, thumb sweeping down her jawline.

“Goodnight.” Camille opened the door and watched him get into his car. Billy peered at her waving and took off. Somewhere to watch the stars and be alone so he didn't have to return to Neil's house yet. He touched his lips and had to open the window so cold air could caress his face. A smile found him. Camille went back inside and gave Steve a smack when she rounded the corner.

“Real funny.”

“Hey, I didn’t bring it. I still can't stand the guy. I’m just the height man.” He pointed at Max. "More afraid of her than I dislike Hargrove." The kids all paused.

“Busted,” Mike teased.

“What?” Max laughed when Camille’s arms crossed, waiting for an explanation. “I…didn’t have a present for him this year.”

"You and I are going to have a conversation." Camille replied but, the younger girl was amused.

"I hope it ends in thank you, Max."

“Guys! We’re ready down here. Come on!” Will grew excited.

“Never played,” El had whispered.

“Neither have I really. Never had a party,” Max shrugged, holding out a hand. “We could learn together?” El blinked and took her hand, smiling when Max did to follow her down. Nancy kissed Jonathan and crossed over to give Camille a cup of coffee.

“Cream and sugar.”

“You’re awesome.” She cocked her head. “Guess we better join them.”

“I am not wearing the elf costume.” Steve followed them down and Camille laughed at him. Holiday music colored the air while lights twinkled. A night that was wholly beautiful.

“Steve, the party demands it.”

** ** **

1985. A new year came for them all. Snow coated the grounds of Hawkins, giving them a few late starts to school. Camille breezed through the hallways.

“Think you might be overdoing it?” Nancy pressed near her locker while Camille shifted books about.

“Yesterday, I wrote a full page in Japanese. I picked up ballet again like it was nothing last week. And I also absorbed every cool action move I could. I cannot be stopped. I need an ass to kick. It’s like my brain is overflowing. Also…not the most exciting thing but without our housekeeper, I’m cooking more for me. Food channel…super helpful. Who knew?” Excitement laced her tone.

“And your mother?” Nancy wasn’t sure if she could call her that now.

“I don’t think she suspects anything.” She shrugged. “And you know that El’s abilities are different from mine. But, she helped me some with the whole…moving things part. Gift for all the tutoring so far. It just feels like that little girl always belonged in my life. Like we'd been looking for each other.” Camille paused when Billy passed, backpack in hand. He winked and she stopped a grin from splitting her lips, turning aside to look back at her locker.

“What’s happening there?”

“I’m not sure yet. I mean, we talk more and do assignments together. I told him that I’d help him in chem. Keep his dad off him. He's a...a strict guy. We kissed at your Christmas party but…we’re friends. He has a lot to make up for and I’m…kind of content. Where we are, you know? Billy and I are friends and trying to find that footing again.”

“But, you like him.” Nancy was matter-a-fact. "And I'm assuming the continued quiet, longing looks and the less making rounds is a signal he likes you."

“Yes, but, I don’t…fully forgive him for that night. He’s trying, granted. Things are different. I feel it. But, it was awful. I’m working on that and, you know, Nance… I’m glad I told you…about the…” Camille touched her stomach and Nancy nodded. “I have not had a relationship since that. Many, many out of school flings aside.”

“You want things to change but not too quickly. Odd, but I get it.” Nancy followed her down the hallway. Heather joined them when they got outside.

“We’re all going to the diner for hot chocolates.” She offered. “Invite Steve and Jonathan…if it isn’t weird, of course. I was going to invite Robin, I owe her big for all the chem notes I borrowed.”

“Not weird, Steve and I are friends now,” Nancy shrugged, eyes elsewhere. Billy’s jacket provided warmth to Camille in the snow. A commotion caught their attention ahead, stopping the conversation. Camille hurried forward to see it around her car. The driver’s side window smashed in. Billy was there as Max had pointed it out seconds before.

“What the hell…” Camille pushed students to see it. A brick sat in the passenger seat.

“Careful, the glass,” Max spoke when the teen got the door open.

“Take anything?” Billy craned his neck.

“I’m… No, I don’t think so.” Camille was visibly shaken. "Did anyone see anything?"

"Saw it when I was skateboarding down to meet Billy," Max shook her head.

“Break it up,” Mr. Clarke pushed students of all ages to go, save for her friends. “Ms. Harper, are you alright?”

“Yes, I’m…” Camille saw numbers marked into the brick when her gloved hand picked it up. 006. She gasped and turned it down. “I don’t think they took anything.”

“Hey, what happened?” Steve and Jonathan had joined the circle.

“Camille, you can’t drive that.” Nancy touched her lips and pointed. A large puddle melted the snow under the car. Mr. Clarke was kind enough to look under.

“Camille,” he agreed and got serious, “they cut your brakes.” She looked up from him to see her friend's eyes, horrified. Stuffing the brick into her backpack so no one saw it.

“I’ll call the police.” Heather offered. “We’ll get you a tow.” Billy touched Camille’s back when she came out on shaky legs.

“Can I have a ride?” She trembled so he gave a nod without a thought.

“I can take Max home,” Jonathan offered. Will and the kids caught up with him. Billy didn’t refuse, peering at his sister to cock his head.

“Stay with your friends. About an hour. Susan said she was out for some appointment today and my dad is home alone from work there.” He’d replied so quietly. Hands in his pockets. Jonathan nodded in turn. Max pressed her lips and agreed.

“Shit,” Dustin observed the car.

“Language.” Their teacher chided, coming back from looking the vehicle over. “Everyone, let’s clear out. We’ll get this taken care of.”

“You okay?” Max asked first and Camille shook her head but yes found her lips.

“Go on with Jonathan. It’s cold out.”

“Heather is still on the phone with a tow, but Hopper’s on the way.” Nancy spoke behind her.

“I’ll go inside to report this too. Ms. Harper, will you be alright until the Chief comes?”

“Yes, Mr. Clarke, thank you.” Camille touched her heart, speeding in her chest. He left and she produced the brick so her friends could see it. They all gave awed expressions and she was hard. “They’re coming for me.”

** ** **

“See anything?” Camille cocked her head as Hopper observed her car. He took the brick and had police comb the area. They got Heather to go home and Jonathan took the kids, leaving Billy, Nancy, and Steve.

“Nothing. Any threats prior to today?”

“Aside from my dad’s whole room of experimentation evidence and monsters from another dimension attacking us? No, sir, not a one.” Camille shrugged and came to his side, eyebrow raised. “If I’m in danger, so is El.”

“I know that,” Jim hissed. “Try to think.”

“Could be people left still at that place. We both knew it wasn't over. Government secret types, who knows. Our housekeeper was jaded about the firing like a switch flipped. She was one of them too. You know, she fooled me better than my own parents did. Stung. Someone to watch me like a…handler.” Camille saw Hopper peer at Billy in question. “Oh, he knows. You remember him. The sweet blue Camaro. ...Snores.”

“The narcoleptic bully, yeah. I definitely remember.” Jim was flat, turning. Steve snorted and Billy shot him a glare. “I’ll look into the housekeeper. Don’t go anywhere alone. Where is Rosemary?”

“She’s been on trip after trip. Probably down a bottle of wine and few pills wherever she is.” Camille shrugged. “I called her to tell her about the car, left out some details. She offered to come but I said no. So, I have a few days to myself. If our housekeeper was invested into the experiment, why would my mother get rid of her?”

“Frankly, that’s what makes me nervous. They both know too much, why split?”

“Unless mother wants it to be done as well. But, wouldn’t they take me?” She exhaled cold air and he pressed a thoughtful expression.

“Plan some sleepovers.” Jim ordered and she gave a salute.

“Yes, sir.” Camille watched as they hooked her car up. “I liked this stupid car. Damn it.”

“Tell me about the room with his work?” Hopper stuffed his hands into his pockets.

“Attic. Never been allowed in…things got suspicious. So, we broke in."

"We?"

"Yeah, Billy and I. He helped me. It's...how he knows about me too. The attic had every single detail of my existence carefully mapped.” Camille tilted her head. Jim eyed Billy again, causing the teen's eyes to shift elsewhere.

“Will Rosemary be back Saturday?

“No, not till Sunday night or Monday morning.” She replied.

“I want to see it. The attic.” Jim nodded. “Six o’clock.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

“For now: go home, you do your homework, and do not investigate this. None of you.” Hopper scanned the teens, shifting to walk off and radio Flo. “Go.”

“Thank you.” Camille offered, sighing. “Just when things felt calm.”

“We’ll find whoever is behind it,” Nancy assured her. “If you need a place to stay this week, you can come to my house.”

“Appreciate it. I'll see you later.” Camille pressed her lips and her friends left while the car was pulled away. Billy unlocked his vehicle to let her in.

“My dad will be there.” Billy hesitated. “I’m not supposed to see you. Not in this setting.”

"What setting is that?" Camille stared over the roof of the car and he puffed, hand on the door.

"Friends." He'd offered the word quietly like he might be wrong, hurrying to get in so she followed.

"I shouldn't... It'll get you into more shit."

"No, I don't care. I'm never going to be out of the shit. But, I wanted to tell you."

“Don’t mind to face him with you. I could tutor chem tonight.” She was softer so he drove off. Luck was on their side. Susan hurried to see Camille, having just gotten home too.

“Neil ran back out to pick up something from the office. Max told me your car was broken into. I’m so sorry.”

“Bit shocking.”

“Billy, that was nice of you to stay with her.” She regarded her stepson and he gave a curt nod. “I have hot apple cider in the kitchen.”

“May I use the restroom?” Camille hurried away when Billy gave her a light push.

“She’s, uh…shaken up.” He broke the awkward silence between him and Susan.

“I can imagine.” She poured two mugs. “She can stay as long as she likes tonight. Don’t worry about Neil, I’ll tell him it’s for school. If she's assigned to tutor you, then you really have no choice in the matter.” Billy lifted his eyes as if to thank her without words. “Go, get warm.” Camille appeared when he turned down the hall, two mugs in his hands.

“Come on, Harpy, you’re trembling still.” He gestured with his chin so she got the door and shut it behind them. Billy handed her a cup and turned on music to drown out their voices. His mess of a room was a welcomed sight to Camille.

“It has to be them. I knew it wasn’t over. Why would it be? Monsters aside. Human ones are always more persistent.” She exhaled, sipping when she sat on his bed without thinking. Billy joined her, drinking. “I don’t understand.”

“What?” His curiosity won.

“Why me?” She whispered after months of tearing herself apart for it all. “Why did I get out to live a lavish life and no one else did? How can I live with that?”

“Should ask why if it wasn’t your fucking fault.” Billy said after a beat. “Hell, I sound like you now.” Camille broke to chuckle, drinking more while the steamy mug warmed her hands. Billy followed until he saw her eyes change upon meeting them. Camille set her mug aside, gaze fixed on him. She took his mug next, placing it away. “What are you doing?”

“Thinking.”

“Got to stare at me to do that?” They drew closer when he tried to joke and she felt herself quiver.

“How is it you said exactly what I needed to hear?” She tried to put her demons to rest. At least for tonight.

“Because, I…” Billy glanced aside and panned to focus on her gaze. Unyielding. He didn’t know why the urge struck him to weep. Honesty drew so raw. “We’re friends, I guess. Picked up some new skills.” Such a thought made him scoff. He chased and chased. Every trick and tease. Failed. And still found exactly what he’d needed this moment in time.

“I want to try something.” Her usual dangerous words cut into him. Billy froze when her hands cupped his face. She came up on her knees, sinking down to kiss him. Hands tugging for his collar. More of a thank you. A thank you that turned into a I fucking care about you. He responded against her mouth, hands grasped her elbows to bring her closer. I fucking care. Sometimes I can’t stand it. I don’t want it to stop.

Then, don’t.

Billy drowned in her this time, fingers bunched fabric until they fell against his bed. He went for her neck, angling her jaw with one firm hand to place kisses down her skin. She sunk fingers into his hair and caressed all down his back. Nails raked over fabric. Billy felt her adjust, legs opening until he wedged between them. Heat swelled. Poured over. Drowning in fire. Breathtaking.

Foreheads touched and he pressed himself into her. Just enough for the pressure to tip higher. Legs squeezed his hips. Friction sparked over their bodies. Admittedly, he hadn’t been with a girl in weeks. Body wasn’t into it after all that happened. Not since before their ruined almost date. Flirting aside. Couldn’t lose that charm. That reputation. Billy moaned into her, quiet and stimulated. A husky sound that made her shiver. He rocked his hips, aroused and wet through denim. One hand was under her sweater, squeezing her breast before fingers shifted the bra cup.

“Camille,” he uttered, tongue slipping against her lips. He traced his thumb over her hard nipple, rolled it between his fingers. They rocked together. Needy and panting.

“Almost,” she hitched a whine and he rubbed against her, mouth open on her throat. Arms squeezed him into her body. Worked up teens in need of some basic release. They grew inflamed. So close. Billy was teetering, barely undone, when the front door sounded and smacked closed. He jumped off her and Camille fixed her clothing. They scrambled so she came to the floor, tearing a book open to pretend she was studying. She laid on her stomach and crossed her legs, still heaving on air. Billy shoved a pillow in his lap and grabbed a book she tossed up at him. Footsteps shook the hardwood before Billy’s door hit the wall.

“Good evening, Mr. Hargrove. My, what a lovely tie that is.” Camille watched him open his mouth and close it upon seeing her. My, what big teeth you have, was the tone she claimed. She nestled into the shaggy rug, grinning and he smoothed the tie out in response.

“You again. It's...new.” He’d warned Billy to stay away. Neil smiled instead, quick like a flash. Doting dad of this fine family. “What’s all this?”

“Tutoring. Billy's one of my assignments.” Big eyes blinked with innocence and she answered so Billy didn’t have to.

"Figure a girl like you to have several assignments." His jab struck her.

"I guess a girl like me enjoys keeping busy." She didn't bow. Owning it. "I'm greedy like that."

"What's the subject?"

"Chemistry, sir." She dared this man to step over her to get to his son. Triple dog dared him.

“And the topic, Billy?” Tension seeped into the room.

“Ah…just chemical bonding. Chemical reactions. Start with the basics and build it up from there.” Billy made it sound as sexual as he could. Camille gave a breathy sigh, silent and frozen. “Like, synthesis. Right, Camille?”

“Mm hm. How astute. Ionic bonds.” Camille’s addition made Billy bite his tongue. “Covalent bonds. The real exciting stuff…big test coming. I think with my careful instruction, Billy will nail it.” Her bright smile drew calculating and Billy almost lost it there in manic laughter. It reflected in his eyes. “He passed the quiz last week.” Her bragging of him swelled more heat. Neil was the one burned.

“Ah. Good, I suppose. Wouldn’t put it past him to cheat, I’m afraid. So, look out.” Neil watched her swallow a hard lump in her throat. Billy’s cheeks were bright pink still. Hair messed. “I’ll let you two study. See if you can bring my son’s grade up more. We’ve given up trying.” He turned and jerked the door shut. Camille let out the air she was holding and Billy’s head fell against the wall.

“Warn me sooner before you jump my bones next time.”

“Bold of you to assume. Next time.” Came her teasing. It shouldn't have felt this natural. Being here together. Camille slipped back up onto the bed, sitting against the wall next to him. “You can go finish if you want.”

“I kind of, uh, already did.” Billy hitched to scoff. “Fuck.” He hurried to his feet to change his pants and underwear in a tiny walk in closet.

“Talk more chemistry to me.” She played a flirt when he eyed her.

“Still something else, Camille.” His remark sobered her expression. Pretense lowered again.

“Can I stay the night with you?”

“Might have to pretend to drive you home and sneak you back into my window.”

“Mm, you’ve clearly done this before. Clever boy. We’ll leave early for my place before your dad realizes. Max can come also for the day if she isn’t going to friends. Hopper said six in the afternoon.” She waited until he joined her, sitting down. “Billy?”

“Yeah?”

“I appreciate…you’re trying. I just wanted you to know that.” They peered away from each other after a beat. Slowly, his hand lifted to curl into her own in her lap. Camille took his hand in both of hers, head tilting to his shoulder. Billy couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“I want you.” He tried again because he fucking meant it.

“I know.” Camille came up to see his eyes, hands tightening around his. “I want you too. But, I’m…not sure if I’m okay with it yet.”

“You were right.” Billy sat back, eyes turned aside. Surprise flooded her. “My brand or whatever. Queen bee. I chased your skirts because of that. The more we teased. The more aloof you were to me, after every move I pulled. The more I wanted you. Call it shitty, it is. Stupid ass high school game, I think it lasts after you get out. And you had…everything I wanted, so I fucking thought. I thought if I held you, I could hold that. More shit. Parents who bought you everything and loved you. Coddling you with a big house and ballet classes and a damn hot tub. A maid and fancy parties…and perfect grades. Damn it. And…”

“Go on,” she coaxed.

“It’s just so fucked. Because they just needed to keep you distracted while they prodded and left. Maybe it isn’t worse than what I had but, fuck, it wasn’t really better. Was it? You and I were both fucked up and we found each other and that shit was not a mistake. And I threw it away. ...And maybe because of what happened when I was fifteen. Guys congratulated me for hot senior pussy, not even believing that she ra-…That she did what she did. I was supposed to want it. And when I see girls remotely in her circle, I want to feel in control again and that’s sick. It’s fucking sick, Camille. I wanted to chase you because I thought you were perfect queen material and I had some shit to prove. Guys like me eat that up and spit it out…” Billy grew so very quiet. So genuine. “And I don’t want that for you and I.”

“You no longer want to consume me?”

“No, I think I still do. That’s just it. But, I want you to ask me to do it.” He shuddered. Camille felt that hit deep.

“Hey, you were right too. I loved being chased by the bad boy. I ignored red flags because of it. I love being wanted because I never felt…” She stopped when he met her eyes again. “Whatever this is now, I value it. Chasing routines aside. Bullshit aside. I’ll let you consume me…only when I feel I can do it back. No, this was not a mistake. I know that now too.”

"That night we went to Ohio, you wanted me and I came so close to fucking you and being done with it." Billy admitted.

"Why didn't you?" She would make him say it. "You said I wanted you because I hated myself and that was true. But, I'm sure you fucked your share who hated themselves. I'm sure you fuck when you hate yourself too."

"Seeing you in pain was somehow easier to stomach than leaving you behind." Billy's words came out and managed to be tender and harsh. That hint of menacing lingered. Delicate fingers touched his jaw, turning his head so he'd look at her face.

"I never did thank you," Camille's brow furrowed, "for saving my life." Billy never sought it. It was peculiar, how she found every moment she could to offer these tiny compassionate touches. Billy was new to being touched in a way of comfort. It flooded him with the terrifying reality that he was here. She took every single opportunity to remind him that he was fucking here. Even if it made him feel wounded. Camille didn't forgive him. Not just yet. Wanting him was another matter. She didn't lose sleep over him making it all better again. Problem was on him at the end of the day. He fucked up, the blame was all his. She'd made her point. They had a connection regardless and she wasn't letting that go just yet either. Trauma had a way of bringing lost souls to the threshold. Years of helping his abused mother branded a special talent for nurturing wounded girls that was not yet lost on him. Her fingertips hadn't left his jaw, inching up over skin. Touch with Billy Hargrove often meant getting fresh stitches plucked open. For Camille Harper, he'd risk it.

I'm here, he thought again, chills rushed over skin.

"Thank you, Billy." She ghosted a smirk. "For saving my life and, frankly, screaming me back into existence. It made me start fighting again. It was exactly what I needed. You gave me exactly what I needed when the time came."

“You did trick me into being your friend,” he chuckled so she did too. Billy realized in that moment that she'd already returned the favor. Harsh and tender as her own words came after that horrid night. Tension drained again. Her hand dropped from his face toward his knee. Stayed there.

“It’s silly. How we looked at each other as unobtainable.” Camille confessed after another beat. “This goes so far beyond that. We almost missed it.”

“We’re idiot kids still.”

“Yes, we are.” She came to her feet. “Come on, it’s late. Fake take me home.” Billy looked at her other hand still wrapped in his. Eyes lifted to her smile. He felt a great shudder within his chest. That night, Billy dreamed of a California beach. Those waves washing everything awful away. Wind in Camille’s hair while she turned to smile at him. It felt right to have her here. They were happy. He tried to build a home. Something obtainable.

Just for a little while.

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Merry Crisis-A Moxiety Fic for all your Christmas needs

Pairing: Virgil x Patton

Description:human AU also technically highschool AU but it’s break so who cares, Roman makes a cameo, fake dating, mutual pining, tooth-rotting fluff, excessive gayness, all that good stuff

Words: 2,817

Warnings: Deceit sneks his way in.

Summary: Virgil doesn’t like having a Christmas party at his house, especially when his ex is going to be there. But having Patton by his side, as a friend-or something more?-makes it better.

This is my gift to @brighter-side, I hope you enjoy the moxiety and have a wonderful holiday season! Also, shout out to @syzyji for beta reading (i’ll be over soon). Shout out to me for putting like, way too many cliches in here. Someone stop me. @secretsanders @fandersfic-moxiety

“Patton, I need a major favor,” Virgil said, holding the phone to his ear. He checked around the corners of the hallway. No family in sight, and they wouldn’t think anything of him calling his best friend. They were going to be at the party too, and they couldn’t know.

“What is it?” Patton asked, “Is it something big? You’re calling really late.”

“You know Deceit,” Virgil said, looking up and down to make sure no one was up. He checked his watch. 11:00.

“Of course I know Dylan. He only broke your heart into a thousand little pieces and made you an emotional wreck for a week, and by week I mean month.”

“He’s going to be at the Christmas party my family is having. And I need him to think I’ve moved on or he’ll try to pull some more manipulative bullshit over on me, and I really can’t take that right now, Pat,” Virgil said, taking a deep breath. “Could you pretend to be my boyfriend for one night?”

“Yeah, no problem,” Patton said. “It’s tomorrow, at 4:00?”

“Uh-huh. Good night, Patton,” Virgil said.

“Good night.” Patton hung up first, for once in his life.

Ugh. Why did Virgil’s life have to be this complicated? Patton was the only person he trusted to be a fake date, but he also was the only person who Virgil wasn’t sure about in terms of feelings. As in, did he have a crush, or were they just really close friends?

Both of them were gay, too. Well, Virgil was “sexually ambiguous,” but he liked guys. Which Patton was aware of. There were so many possibilities for what could happen between them tomorrow night; Virgil didn’t get any sleep until one.

Patton tapped the red button and put his phone down. Was he actually doing this? Fake-dating his best friend, who he kind of had a few feelings for.

And by a few he meant all of the feelings. He’d had a crush on Virgil for years, but had never gotten it together enough to ask him out. Courage had never been Patton’s strong suit. No matter how much he wanted to be in a relationship, he was always too scared to initiate. Too terrified of getting his heart broken, of being toyed around with. Of someone not caring about him.

If anyone cared about him, Virgil did. Maybe fake dating wouldn’t be such a bad thing after all. Fantasies were already swirling around his head, and Patton turned off his phone and shoved it under his pillow. He fell asleep almost immediately, thoughts of Virgil the last on his mind.

***

Virgil woke up in the morning to three texts from Patton.

Should I wear smth special?

Nvm checked the evite

Can I punch D? plz?

No, Virgil replied, I want to do that first. Just show up and be arm candy.

Lol i’m sweet that should be easy.

You’ll do great

He turned off his phone and actually got out of bed. It was...noonish, and he had to get ready for the party. Breakfast came first, but then Virgil was staring at his all-black wardrobe thinking What am I going to wear to a Christmas party?

There wasn’t a single ugly Christmas sweater, or even something red and green. He could get away with black jeans, but not a black t-shirt. Sighing, Virgil called Patton.

“Hey Pat,” he said. Thank goodness they were the same size.

“What’s up, Virgil?” Patton asked, “Is something wrong?” The concern in Patton’s voice was adorable, and Virgil really wished he could actually get the guts to ask him out one of his days.

“So, my wardrobe is um…not quite right for a Christmas party,” Virgil said, “As in, I should have gone shopping for something that is not black like, last week. Do you have a Christmas sweater or something that I could borrow?”

Patton laughed over the phone, and Virgil automatically smiled. The simple sound always cheered him up. “I was actually going to give it to you for Christmas next week, but now is as good a time as ever. It actually matches um, mine,” Patton said. He’d actually thought about taking cute couple pictures in matching ugly sweaters when buying them-but Virgil couldn’t know that. “Because it was a 2 for 1 deal. But it’ll really make Deceit pissed if he thinks they’re, you know, matching because we’re a couple.”

“Yeah, totally,” Virgil said. “Just bring it to the party, you know where I live. See you then.” If only they were actually wearing matching sweaters as a couple…but it wasn’t a possibility. Someone as wonderful as Patton couldn’t possibly like him in that way.

“Will do, see you. Love you,” Patton said. It was their standard goodbye, but he wondered if Virgil could hear what he really meant every time he said it.

“Love you too.” Virgil ended the call and threw the phone at his bed. He did have to get dressed.

***

Like the overeager pining idiot that he was, Patton showed up early. It was three-thirty, he had no business being there, and Virgil was happy to see him.

“Thank goodness you’re here,” Virgil said when he opened the door to see Patton. “I am officially sick of Christmas decorations. Glittery snowflakes are the worst.”

“They look really pretty, though,” Patton said, taking in the winter wonderland that Virgil’s living room had been transformed into. “Oh, here’s your sweater.” He handed Virgil the red and green bundle.

“Does this have Christmas lights on it?” Virgil asked, examining the sweater.

Patton pushed the button at the hem of his sweater to make the lights on his sweater turn on. “Yes. Aren’t they great?”

“Not exactly my style,” Virgil said, “but alright. Come on in.” Patton walked in, took off his coat, and put it away in the closet.

Virgil slipped the sweater on over his black t-shirt. “How do I look?” He flicked on the lights.

“You look, um, really good, Virgil.” Patton couldn’t believe how attractive Virgil looked. It fit him perfectly, and the tacky lights almost looked sophisticated on his lean frame. Virgil had done away with the dark eyeshadow today, probably at the request of his mother, and he looked incredibly cozy. Patton wanted to snuggle into his arms.

“Thanks, Pat. Care to give me a hand with stringing oversized Christmas lights across every surface in the house? It should be more bearable if we do it together,” Virgil said, trying to keep things as normal and platonic as possible before guests started showing up. Patton’s eyes lit up at the suggestion, and Virgil realized that he was going to have a hard time only pretending to be in love with Patton.

***

It didn’t take long after the party started for the house to fill up. People, people everywhere. If this party wasn’t at his house, Virgil would have stayed home. He kept up his job greeting people at the door and taking their coats, since it beat having to make actual conversation inside. Patton stuck around, although he had a better shot at talking to people at the party than Virgil did.

His parents had invited everyone that Virgil and his brother knew. Since Roman was involved in a gazillion extracurriculars, and had friends from every theatre program he’d ever done, most of the guest list was his friends. Virgil had invited one person: Patton, because he didn’t really know anyone else well enough to want them at his house.

Virgil wondered when people would stop showing up. The closet was getting full, and he wanted to sit down, but the doorbell kept ringing. He opened it again, expecting his father’s coworker, but instead.

Dylan. Great. “Hi, thank you for coming,” Virgil said, plastering a smile on his face as his ex stepped through the doorway.

“I’m happy to be here, V,” Dylan said, handing him a plate of cookies covered in saran wrap. “For you and your family.”

“Thank you very much.” He handed the cookies to Patton. “Hey babe, could you go put these with the rest of the desserts.” Chills darted down his spine as Patton’s face lit up at the words.

Patton gave him a peck on the cheek, and Virgil felt a patch of heat grow where Pat’s lips had been. “Sure thing, hon.” He disappeared into the kitchen.

“Can I take your coat?” Virgil asked Dylan, who was still standing there. He wasn’t sure if he had registered what had just happened between Patton and Virgil, but at this point Virgil didn’t really care.

“Sure thing.” Deceit shucked off his coat and deposited it in Virgil’s arms before walking past him. So he had noticed.

Ever the drama queen, Dylan turned around at the last second to face him. “You know, I didn’t think Patton was really your type.” He disappeared into the party, leaving Virgil grinding his teeth as he put Dylan’s coat away. What a nightmare.

Just then, Patton returned to a very grumpy Virgil. “Did he do something while I was gone?” Patton asked. When Virgil didn’t answer right away, Patton pressed, “Do I need to punch him?”

“No, absolutely not. He just…made a comment. You ready to make him incredibly jealous of how cute of a couple we are?” Virgil looped an arm around Patton’s shoulders.

“Yes,” Patton said, looking away as he blushed. Virgil was so warm, and they were so close. He really, really wanted to kiss him. “Snack table?”

Heat rushed to Virgil’s cheeks. “Snack table.” They walked over, saying hi to people as they passed. Several people took note of their closeness, and the way that Virgil was, er, pretending to look in love with Patton.

It was working, so that was great. They had a good time, eating food and holding hands, looking casually flirtatious enough that anyone would think they were together. Surprisingly, it wasn’t too awkward. Talking to each other felt normal, they were just…holding hands at the same time. Not bad. People bought it.

Most importantly, Deceit bought it. He spied them laughing and talking together from across the room. Virgil could feel his glare burning into the back of his neck, but he didn’t really care. Patton was laughing at a joke he had told.

Then, Dylan started to walk over.

***

“Hey Patton, you know that thing couples do where they stare into each others eyes and start walking off into the distance and everyone assumes they’re going to the bedroom to get it on,” Virgil half-asked, taking a quick glance at Deceit. Yep, he was still moving in this direction.

Patton looked startled by the statement. “Yeah, I know what you mean. Why do you mention…?” He trailed off, following Virgil’s line of sight. “Oh.”

“We should probably do that,” Virgil said. “I do not want to talk to him right now.”

“Ok.” Pat wrapped both his arms around Virgil’s shoulders and gave him a look that made Virgil’s legs turn into jelly. “I’m whispering something that only the two of us would understand and is probably um, PG-13,” he whispered.

“I’m replying something that’s a little closer to R-rated,” Virgil said, his voice dropping a few octaves. He rested his arms around Patton’s waist. Patton had no idea that Virge was such a good actor, must be a side effect of having Roman around. Still, he was blushing like crazy, and couldn’t stop himself from taking a gratuitous stare at Virgil’s lips.

They stood up, and just in time. Dylan was trying to get past a gaggle of gossiping middle-aged women.

“Is this, um, when we realize that there are other people and switch to holding hands and shooting each other covert stares as we move to a more private area?” Patton asked, his eyes sending a much more suggestive message. It took Virgil a moment to register what he had said.

“Sure, but not without giggling at an inside joke,” Virgil said, laughing a little as he took Patton’s hand. They half-jogged to Virgil’s bedroom, strategically staying as far away from Deceit as possible.

***

Virgil shut the door behind them. He could have sworn Deceit had followed them down the hallway.

“So, now that we’re far away from your snakelike ex, what’s next for the couple who needs some alone time?” Patton asked, still holding Virgil’s hand as he sat down on the bed.

“I guess the cliche would be a long makeout session and then fade to black,” Virgil said, only half-joking. He would really like to be kissing Patton right now.

“Is this your life or a Hallmark movie?” Patton asked, giving Virgil a look of mock confusion. “The Virgil I know would rather watch Coraline.”

“Maybe my tastes have changed, you know,” Virgil said, trying to look anywhere but Patton. So this was the end of their disappointing fake-dating charade.

“Really, because I have like, twenty movies I need you to see,” Patton said, enthusiasm building in his voice. He inched a bit closer to Virgil on the bed.

“Don’t subject me to the torture just yet,” Virgil said, “I’m just recovering from a certain liar who I do not want to get back together with.” At least Patton is holding my hand, he thought.

“Fine, but after the party…” Patton sighed. Virgil’s phone buzzed in his pocket.

Hoping it wasn’t anything big, probably just an automatic message or something, Virgil opened it up. One message from Least Favorite Brother Named Roman

ur ex is about to barge into ur room in like 10 seconds bc hes a massive asshole i guess? Some bs like that

Virgil took one second to process the text before turning to Patton and kissing him full on the mouth. Both of them froze, shocked, but then they kept kissing. Virgil’s hand reached up to caress Patton’s cheek. Patton deepened the kiss, making it slower, softer, more passionate.

It was, without a doubt, the best kiss Virgil had ever had. Patton wasn’t forcing his tongue down Virgil’s mouth, he wasn’t even in a hurry to take his shirt off. There was just his soft lips and the gentle tug around Virgil’s waist as Patton pulled him closer. For a second, Virgil forgot the moment wasn’t real, and they were just kissing in case someone happened to barge in. He got lost in the faint taste of chocolate chip cookies and the smell of Patton’s shampoo.

His phone buzzed again. Virgil was just going to ignore it when Patton broke away from the embrace. “You should probably, um, check it,” Patton said.

Nvm he just left in a hissy fit

“I am going to kill my brother,” Virgil said, turning his phone off and flipping it over.

“That seems a little…harsh. What did he do?” Patton asked, still trying to sound normal. He didn’t feel normal. He felt anything but normal. Virgil had just kissed him, like, out of the blue, and it was an excellent kiss. Probably the best he’d ever had, and Patton wasn’t even sure if it was real. Or why Virgil had kissed him. His brain was still too muddled to figure it out.

“So, he texts me that Deceit is about to barge in here because he’s an asshole, blah blah, so I…” Kissed you, Virgil thought but didn’t say. “Then, he texts me that the snake has just left the party. I was really nervous and I thought something very bad was going to happen!”

“Well, it’s a good thing that it didn’t,” Patton said, trying to be the voice of reason here, even as his heart was slowly breaking into pieces. So it wasn’t real. “I mean, it wasn’t a bad kiss.”

“Yeah, that’s a good thing,” Virgil said. He took a deep breath to steady himself. Locking lips with Patton had really done something to him. Maybe he should like, tell Patton that it meant something to him, that he actually had an enormous crush on the dude.

So, Virgil opened his mouth to say, “I really like you and I’ve kind of wanted to date you for real for ages but now that I’ve kissed you I feel like I can’t not tell you.”

At the same time Patton said, “Virgil, I’m in love with you and I really hope that the kiss meant something to you because it did to me. I’ve liked you for a long time and I want to be more than friends.”

They both stopped, looking into each others eyes. “We’re idiots,” Virgil said. “Absolute idiots.”

“Maybe we should have skipped fake dating and gone straight to the real thing.” Patton smiled, and Virgil smiled back. It was real. All of it.

“Nothing about this is straight, and you know it,” Virgil said, pulling Patton in for another kiss. This was better than any Christmas present.

#ts virgil #ts patton #moxiety #anxiety sanders #morality sanders #star speaks #starredwrites #posts from the past #sanders sides #gay

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The Gay Agenda - Chapter 2

Chapter 2 is here! Its a yoonmin chapter, so tuck in and enjoy!

Please keep in mind, sentences written in Italic is what is being said by the panel, or people in the studio. Normal text is what is happening otherwise.

As always, also available on my Ao3!

(if you want me to tag you every time i update, please dont hesitate to message me and I’ll add it in the next chapter)

To be fair, the flyer had hung in the music department on a bulletin board that explicitly said “Music Work Opportunities” over it. To be even more fair though, Yoongi hadn’t really read the flyer properly. He saw the word competition and immediately assumed it was for writing and producing.

He promptly wrote his application, adding his (maybe slightly exaggerated) sob story of how he’s “wanted to do music since he was little,” and “music is my whole world,” and topping it off with a little bit of “music saved my life, I wouldn’t be here without it”. He also included, what was in his opinion, one of his best works, just the right amount of balance between showing his skill and dissing anyone who dared question his talent and legitimacy.

So, to say he was surprised when he walked onto the property of the address he was told to appear at in his acceptance email and saw the giant flashing, glittery sign reading “The Gay Agenda”, was an understatement. He checked and double checked his phone but nope, he was in the right place. He tentatively approached the building, thinking maybe it was a shared recording space and the show he was supposed to be in would be somewhere in the back. But as he was approaching the building, seeing the sign up closer, he stopped dead in his tracks. The sign looked weirdly familiar. He recognized the colors, the general shape, even the overload of glitter. When it dawned on him, he took out his phone slowly, dreading that it would confirm his suspicions. Sure enough, when he looked at the email one more time, right at the top, was a large, pink, glittery logo, clearly saying “The Gay Agenda”. Fuck. How could he have missed this? Searching back through his email history, he realized the logo had been on all the correspondence he had had with the studio, but he had simply never given the logo any attention.

Wracking his brain on what to do about the situation he found himself in, Yoongi quickly decided to just walk in, tell some secretary or PA or something that this was a giant misunderstanding and get the fuck out of there as soon as possible. Yup, that’s what he would do. Right now. The moment he was able to force himself to walk into the building. Which was….now.

When he finally decided that he looked like a crazy person, whispering to himself in the parking lot of a filming studio, Yoongi managed to actually make his body listen to him and walk into the studio.

It was surprising how little attention was paid to him. Right when he walked in, he almost knocked down a man carrying a clipboard and frantically yelling instructions into a headset. When he attempted to ask about who to talk to about his dilemma however, he was quickly waved off and left there to stand alone. Yoongi walked around a little more, trying to just find someone to talk to, and was just about to just leave and just not show up to whatever this show was, when he stopped dead in his tracks for the second time that day.

Looking back, it seemed like a shitty, cheesy, teenage rom-com. It felt like time had slowed down. His breathing stopped when he saw this…this...angel. That was truly the only way to describe the boy (man?) standing in front of him. He seemed to be glowing, mysteriously being lit up from behind, making him look even more ethereal. (Yoongi realized later it was just a stage light and felt a bit stupid but hey, in the moment he didn’t question it for one second). The boy was blonde, had a small, fucking adorable face, round cheeks, a small but strong stature and looked seriously out of this world. His very tight jeans showed off his extremely well-toned thighs, which was contrasted by the oversized hoodie he was wearing. Yoongi was speechless. He had never seen someone that beautiful. Sure, he was very open with his preferences, liked pretty much anyone but god damn, something about this creature in front of him made him feel like he had never felt before.

When he came back to his senses, he was staring into the expectant eyes of the new love of his life, who seemed like he had just asked him something. Oh shit.

“Uhh, sorry, what?” Yoongi said intelligently, facepalming inwardly.

The angel laughed. “I just asked if I could help you with something, you seemed a little lost there,” came the reply (fuck, fuck, fuck, he’s so cute). His dazzling smile made his eyes almost disappear into half-moon crescents, his round cheeks bunching up. Yoongi felt a little faint, awkwardly leaning more into the wall to his right in an attempt to keep himself upright.

Five minutes ago, Yoongi was determined to tell the show-runners exactly what he thought and get out of there. But now…. Now was different. So, without him really giving his mouth permission to, Yoongi kind of just blurted out, “I’m here for the show.” Great.

It wasn’t technically a lie. He was here for the show. It just wasn’t what he thought he had signed up for and definitely not something he would ever sign up for had he known, but the situation was completely different now. He doesn’t even know the name of the angel person before him yet, but Yoongi knows he would already die for him. Which….yikes. he really needs to get a grip on himself.

The man once again smiled his million-watt smile.

“Oh great! Some of the others are here already too. Let me take you to the green room so we can get you show ready! I’m Jimin by the way, I’ll be on the show with you! If you have any questions or concerns or anything at all really, please don’t hesitate to hit me up!”

Yoongi was so entranced, he hadn’t even noticed that they had apparently walked to the green room while talking.

“Here you go! I’ll be off to get ready myself then. See you later, cutie,” Jimin said and left Yoongi in front of the closed door. It took Yoongi almost 10 seconds to process that Jimin had just called him cutie and promptly had a mini break down.

When he managed to compose himself, he turned towards the door and with a quick thought of “here we fucking go, I guess”, pressed down the handle.

Ok, so don’t get Yoongi wrong, he is an out, proud, big-ass Bi, but this really wasn’t his scene.

Standing in the doorway, Yoongi just kind of gaped at the room in front of him. There were about 20 other people, presumably the other contestants, who seemed to be massively varied in ages, stature and personalities. Considering his social anxiety, this realllllly didn’t seem to be his thing and for the 100th time that day, he begins to question why he was still there and why he was doing this to himself. The thought of Jimin creeped back into the back of his mind and he just sighed before getting over himself, and walking in.

‘This day is really getting worse and worse,’ Yoongi thought to himself as he was sitting in the crash course that the contestants had to take before being quote “sent out there to do some damage”.

Once again, the only light at the end of the tunnel for Yoongi was that Jimin was the one who was leading the crash course. He had changed out of his causal outfit from earlier and was now wearing a velvet blazer with gold embellishments, an almost see-through white shirt underneath and another pair of sinfully tight black pants. He had a light dusting of eyeshadow on and his hair had been neatly styled. It had taken everything in Yoongi to not moan out loud when Jimin had walked into the room.

Yoongi had also had his makeup done, and someone had ruffled through his hair, but other than that he was still in the same clothes that he had arrived in. Suddenly he felt very underdressed in his sweater jacket, white tank top and black jeans.

A very enthusiastic Jimin began by explaining all the rules and goals of the show to all the contestants once again, which Yoongi was very thankful for, since even though most other contestants looked like they knew all this already, probably being avid watchers of the show, Yoongi had no fucking clue what he was even supposed to do or competing for.

“So, now that we’ve got all the admin out of the way, lets talk strategy!” Jimin said with a large grin on his face.

“Obviously, everyone here will have a slightly different approach. We all have our preferred flirting methods and there is nothing wrong with that, I’m not here to tell you what to do. The point of this is to simply give you some ideas and starting points, should you run out of ideas or need some help getting your brain thinking. So obviously there’s the classics. A little smile, a little bit of beating your lashes, leaning over the counters more than strictly necessary, ‘accidentally bumping into someone’, you know the drill. One of my favourites will always be cheesy pick-up lines, if I’m honest. I am aware that they are not everyone’s cup of tea, and you should definitely try to get a feel for what kind of person they are before you drop one, but if they seem like they would be accepting, they can go a long way. They can be flattering or simply a brilliant ice breaker and they are always pretty funny”, Jimin said with a slight giggle.

Yoongi’s hand immediately shot into the air.

“Yes, Yoongi-hyung, may I call you hyung by the way?”

“Oh yeah of course. Hey Jimin, did it hurt when you feel from heaven? Because someone like you simply can’t be from this world,” he said with a smug smile. Jimin immediately laughed, seeming to put his entire body into the action which made Yoongi’s heart ache fondly.

“Something like that, exactly. You’re a fast learner,” Jimin said. Yoongi couldn’t help but feel a tiny bit disappointed at the fact that Jimin seemed to think he was only doing this for the sake of the course, and hadn’t actually meant what he said, but the light blush dusting Jimin’s cheeks as he continued giving more tips, made him keep a sliver of hope.

“Moving on, all of you must be wondering what today's shooting location will be. Well we are all going to be in a mall that has been completely fitted with hidden cameras and prepped to capture all your interactions. You can choose whether you want to be a clerk in a certain store or just be a customer, its completely up to you. If you choose to be a clerk, I would suggest though that you choose a store that has something to do with your interests, so it looks at least a little bit like you know what you are doing.”

“Will you also be there?” Yoongi asks.

“Yes, I will, I will work at the jewellery store right here in the corner”, Jimin replies while pointing to the store on the map of the mall he pulled up. Yoongi makes a mental note to remember exactly where it is, so he can ‘coincidentally’ walk by as many times as possible later on.

He also takes note of the record store a few stores down. He immediately fills out the form they were given, stating that he would like to work there, since it would make it easier to actually get people to talk to him if he looks to be working in a store, and music is basically his entire life, so it just feels right.

He ends up working in the record store with a barely legal kid called Jisung, who vaguely resembles a squirrel and has way too much energy for Yoongi to handle. Sure, the kids’ cool and seems to really know his stuff. They talk about producing and music for a really long time, since Jisung is interested in studying music production just like Yoongi. Yoongi can tell he has a talent for lyrics and he’s impressed by the rap that Jisung performs for him, but there’s only so much excited talking and yelling and gesturing Yoongi can take all at once.

He decides to go see what Jimin is up to and ‘randomly’ walk by the jewellery store a little bit down the hall.

“Hey Jisung, I’m gonna go out for a while, you good?” he asks Jisung, while already half way out of the door.

Jisung looks like a dear in headlights but replies with a short, stuttered “oh, okay hyung.”

He makes his way to the store and walking in, he is once again blown away by Jimin’s beauty. He doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to it. He approaches the counter and decides, for the sake of the show, and since there are other people too, to just pretend to be a customer.

“Hello, I’m looking to get some custom rings made, do you do that here?”, he asks a confused looking Jimin.

“Uh hi, yeah Sir we do those, what would you like?” Jimin thankfully plays along.

“Okay, so. Hear me out. I want 4 rings, one for each of these fingers (he points to his pointy to pinky fingers) right? And I want them like big ass rings with like glittery stones and like you know those rings rappers have? Like that. And I want each one to be a different letter and I want them to spell out SUGA. You think you can do something like that?”

Jimin looks confused as fuck and maybe even a little bit bewildered.

“Um ok, I think I understand what you mean, Sir. You are aware that this will probably cost quite a bit, yes?”

“Whatever it takes, I’m very dedicated to the idea.”

“If I may ask, why SUGA?”

Yoongi leans in, as if to let Jimin in on a secret and whispers, “because I’m sweet like sugar, babe” while winking horribly.

When he pulls away, Jimin is looking at him with the most done expression on his face that Yoongi has ever seen someone pull.

The audience and panel, who have been watching their interaction from the studio, burst out laughing at the way Jimin looks into the camera like he’s on the office, rolling his eyes so far back, only the whites of his eyes are visible.

“So, what do we know about Yoongi? He seems to be quite the rebel here, hitting on our lovely Jimin rather than literally anyone else,” Heechul says with amusement.

“Well hyung, his application was rather unusual, I must say. Rather than write about why he wanted to be on our show, he wrote about his passion for music, how he’s been playing the piano since he was a kid and boasting about his, admittedly, excellent rapping skills,” Holland explained.

“Wait, I’m confused, why was he accepted then? It sounds like he said nothing about this show and wanting to be on it at all?”, Key questioned.

“Well, with his application, he also admitted a demo song called ‘Cypher pt.3’. The lyrics are well… suggestive of his sexuality. He mentions, and I quote ‘Like you all know my voice turns people on, whether it be men or women, my flexible tongue movements will send them to Hong Kong’. I guess recruitment saw potential?”

“Well my man Yoongi certainly has a lot of faith in his oral skills,” Key said with a way too suggestive wink. “Gotta hope Jimin goes for him or I might have to myself.”

“Now, now, hyung, please keep it in your pants,” Holland mediated, but failed to keep a grin off his face.

While Jimin is a little irritated by the fact that Yoongi is still hanging out with him and clearly not attempting to even look at anyone that isn’t Jimin, instead of actually doing what he is supposed to, he can’t help but feel a little flattered at the fact that this (really fucking hot) guy has chosen to say fuck it, and just hang out with him. He really tries to not encourage Yoongi any further, but as much as he doesn’t want it to, his face eventually betrays him and he starts smiling at the horribly cheesy pick-up lines Yoongi keeps throwing his way.

After he’s finally gotten a smile from Jimin, Yoongi doesn’t leave the jewellery store for the rest of the show, even though Jimin repeatedly tells him that this is not what he’s supposed to do and he wont win if he stays. Yoongi honestly doesn’t give the slightest fuck about winning, considering this isn’t what he signed up for in the first place.

In the end, he gets bad marks from the judges, which was to be expected. He didn’t talk to a single person that wasn’t Jisung or Jimin the whole day and it didn’t even cross his mind to go look for a guy to chat up. On the one hand, it was definitely a consequence of the fact that he had not singed up for this show in the first place. On the other hand, even if he could’ve been convinced to participate, after seeing Jimin, that idea would’ve been scrapped pretty quickly. There was just no way that Yoongi could go after anyone else, when someone like Jimin existed.

After the recording had finished, everyone was back in the green room, changing, taking off their makeup, generally relaxing after a whole day of filming. Yoongi was ready to get the fuck out of there, sick of having a camera shoved in his face all day and his social battery was running pretty low. He was about to say goodbye and bolt, when Jimin walked in again, now back in his jeans and hoodie that he had worn when Yoongi first met him. Sure, Jimin had looked downright ethereal in the velvet outfit he had worn during the taping, but Yoongi couldn’t help but prefer his casual look, messy hair and makeup free face.

“Hey peeps! I hope all of you had lots and lots of fun today! I totally understand if you just want to get home, but I thought I would extend the invitation anyways: me and a bunch of the panel and crew are going out for a drink at a club around the corner, so anyone who would like to, is welcome to come! Well, unless you’re underage, sorry kids!” Jimin said with an apologetic smile towards the younger contestants.

Yoongi reallllllly wanted to go home and vegetate on his couch with a bag of chips and watch shitty reality tv reruns, but deep down he knew, as soon as Jimin invited them, that he would tag along. He hadn’t managed to convince Jimin to give him his phone number all day and he wasn’t about to let this perfect opportunity slip by him.

Which is how a tired, lowkey grumpy and Definitely-Not-Ready-for-This Yoongi ended up in a gay club on a Thursday night with a bunch of people he’d only met that day. He was beginning to regret it though, because as soon as they had arrived, he’d lost sight of Jimin who was being pulled along by some way too hyper kid called Taehyung (Yoongi thinks, he isn’t great with names).

He was about to turn and leave, when he saw him again. Now, up until this moment, Yoongi had believed that Jimin was some sort of angel, sent to him from heaven to make him see exactly what he was missing out on and what paradise would look like. Jimin had been this pure ray of light that was just too good to be true.

But in about 0.01 seconds, his outlook changed a whole 180 degrees. Now he was convinced Jimin was a demon, sent from hell to torture him in any way possible. Not only was he cute and adorable and clearly sculpted by the gods, but the way he was moving those hips and well-toned thighs in those tight pants was downright sinful. There was just no other way to describe it.

Yoongi’s breath caught in his throat when Jimin turned and made eye-contact with him. His hips never stopped moving and Jimin’s face curled into a lowkey predatory smirk, his eyes dropping half closed (which was about the most attractive thing Yoongi had ever seen in his entire life). Yoongi quickly realized that he had been caught staring and turned away, feeling his face rapidly heat up. He must look like a goddamn fool, caught with his mouth hanging wide open, red as a tomato. Way to be subtle.

He startled when he felt someone tap his shoulder. He spun his barstool around way too quickly and almost knocked over Jimin, who was now standing way too close to him.

Jimin leaned in, so Yoongi could feel his hot breath on his ear, sending a shiver down his spine.

“I saw you looking, hyung. Did you like what you saw?”

Yoongi temporarily lost his ability to speak. He had flirted with Jimin all day, but the boy had only had shy giggles and small smiles for him in return. Jimin being so forward and flirty was throwing Yoongi for a loop.

“Y-yes,” he managed to stutter out.

“You know, hyung, this isn’t a look but don’t touch situation. I wouldn’t mind if you touched, too,” Jimin said and leaned away again to gage Yoongi’s reaction.

Yoongi spluttered for a second, trying to find an appropriate response. Jimin seemed to have mercy on him. He was holding out his hand, an invitation to the dance floor.

Now Yoongi was not a dancer. He was a rapper, a lyricist, a producer. He was excellent at all those things, but dancing? He looked like a drunk grandpa at a wedding.

But when Jimin held out his hand, Yoongi couldn’t deny him. He let himself be dragged onto the dance floor, and when Jimin turned around, pressed his (glorious) ass into his crotch, put Yoongi’s hands on his waits and started to rock his hips, Yoongi’s brain short circuited. He stood completely stiff for at least 20 seconds, before Jimin turned his head to look at him with a questioning gaze. He quickly broke out of his trance, tightened his grip on Jimin’s waist and began to move.

Yoongi didn’t ever think he’d get so into dancing, but he really started enjoying himself. Sure, it was probably due to the fact that he had the hottest man alive grinding, not so subtlety, on his dick but whatever. His hands had migrated under Jimin’s shirt at some point, touching the glorious abs that seemed to be there and Jimin’s hands were fisted into his hair, pulling slightly, not that he minded.

It seemed like Jimin had hit a breaking point, when he suddenly turned around forcefully, cupped Yoongi’s face with both his hands and smashed his lips against his. The instant heat that came over Yoongi was glorious and he couldn’t believe that Jimin was kissing him. He moaned into the kiss, pulled Jimin impossibly closer.

Later, when Yoongi was stroking Jimin’s bare back, who he was lying with his head on his chest, drawing slow circles with his fingers, both of them a little out of breath, he thought back to how his day had started. This was certainly not the ending he had predicted, but he certainly wasn’t complaining one little bit.

Pt. 1

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A Demon for Midwinter, One Last Bit of that Screenplay Version, Here You Go, Part Six and Final:

INT. KRIS’S APARTMENT – STILL EARLY EVENING

The door opens and Kris steps wearily in. It’s fancy. Expensive. The penthouse level. Glorious city views. In-demand high-rise building. High-end appliances and designer furniture. Clean lines and open space. It’s also half-heartedly lived in. Kris hasn’t cared much about, well, much.

His guitars—the three he’s kept, classics—sit in a corner. Gathering dust.

He hasn’t decorated, but he does tend to shed jackets, scarves, jewelry, whiskey glasses, etc, while wandering around. He does use the bottles of scotch and the teakettle. Often.

He tosses his jacket at a chair. It lands. He stares at it blankly for a minute, and wanders to the kitchen. Scotch. Decently heavy pour.

Glass in hand, he drifts over to the big picture window. Everything’s distant, far-off, life he’s not really part of. The penthouse is silent. He touches fingers to the windowpane, to the dark beyond.

Memories run up out of the past. We see them in glimpses, in reflections, in amber-tinted fleeting scenes.

Fame. Extravagance. A name in lights, a mark on the world. All three of them, as young and wild as comets, back then. Like the dazzle of the city, coming on in the backdrop of his penthouse windows. Applause roars at him before disappearing into ghosts: crowds and screams and heat, festivals and theatres and pyrotechnics dwindling to ash.

We catch a few specific golden moments. Kris and his bass player laughing and falling into each other’s laps on a tour bus. Fingers strumming a guitar, tripping over notes, stopping to make a joke, starting again, light and easy and carefree. Hair and make-up and fabulous costumes and screaming sold-out shows. Their drummer, poor doomed Tommy, the other boy from the photograph, clearly high and drunk and happy and heedless of dangers. A funeral. Kris and Reggie—the bass player—in all black and looking very young and shocked: they’re mortal after all.

Arguments over the band. Arguments over never settling on a good permanent replacement drummer. We never really catch specific words; it doesn’t matter. They get older, in memory. A headline suggests that Starrlight might split up, that Reginald Jones wants to quit. Memory-Kris puts a hand on Reggie’s arm, in a rehearsal space. We can feel the thrum of power, though we can’t quite see it. The next headline says that the break-up rumors aren’t true. The year after that, album and tour finished, Reggie quits for good.

We watch memory-Kris lift a hand. Reggie stops. Says, and we hear this part clearly, don’t you dare. Not again. You never get to do that to me again.

Kris drops the hand. Lets him leave.

In the present, Kris shuts his eyes. Opens them. Gulps scotch. Collapses onto his sofa in the manner of someone out of energy, out of hope, avoiding the gazes of his guitars.

He’s lying on his phone. It’s under his hip and uncomfortable. He takes it out. Looks at it.

His fingers hover. They want to call Justin. He nearly does. Number on the screen.

He puts down the phone.

He stays put on the sofa, staring at nothing in particular, for a while.

He nearly calls Justin again. This time he only looks at the name for a minute.

KRIS

(to the phone)

I’m sorry.

The phone, not surprisingly, says nothing.

KRIS

I didn’t mean to—

He didn’t. He’s afraid of what he might’ve done. He wants and doesn’t want to know. And he has questions.

Kris

I didn’t mean to hurt you. I wouldn’t—ah, fuck. I would, wouldn’t I? We both know I have.

The phone, not being Justin, can only listen sympathetically. Kris finishes off the scotch, gets up, brings back the whole bottle this time, tries to explain to the inanimate audience.

KRIS

The chestnut thing. My scarf. Tea. You think I don’t notice but I do. How do you—? And you talk to my dad, and fuck knows I can’t even talk to my dad, so I don’t know how you—I don’t know how you do any of it. Me. This. I’m sorry. I’m a fucking useless has-been and I love you and I’m sorry. I’m sorry if I gave you a headache earlier too. Did I? You didn’t seem—but that should’ve—I’m strong enough to—

More scotch.

KRIS

Maybe I’m too fucking old. Maybe you didn’t even feel it. Maybe you’re magical and special and—and resistant or something, that’s a myth, right, some kind of wild talent? Nobody is. But you would be. Because you’re bloody perfect. So you would be. Special. And I hurt you.

He touches his phone. It’s not Justin.

KRIS

(quietly, one more time)

I’m sorry.

A minute or two and more scotch later, he does pick up the phone. He’s not calling Justin.

REGGIE (V.O.)

(older than the memory-version, slightly out of breath, having run over and grabbed the phone up a few rings in)

Hey, mate, I was in the tasting room, what’s up?

If we see his side of the call—and we may not, if we don’t need to—it’s a glowing contrast: California, a few hours earlier because of time zones, golden and rolling. Vineyards in the distance. Light and airy and open. He’s doing well, both professionally and personally. He looks good, a contented relaxed middle-aged guy who rather to his own surprise loves being a father and settled down. He does still have the tattoos up both arms and long hair, probably tied back now, and he’s still the kid who’d once worn glittery eyeshadow and gone by Reggie Rocket on stage, and the past is the past. And he still knows Kris better than anyone else. The good and the bad.

KRIS

(a proclamation of despair)

I think I’m in love with my manager.

REGGIE

Really? Blond and pretty? Boy or girl? And did the love part happen before or after you hopped into bed together?

KRIS

Come on, that’s unfair.

REGGIE

It’s a serious question.

KRIS

He dyes it different colors, and no I haven’t shagged him, thanks for the faith in me. Also he hates me now.

REGGIE

Must be some kind of record. Most of us hate you two minutes in.

Kris makes a very rude, very British gesture at the phone.

KRIS

Up yours, Reg. I need advice.

REGGIE

I’m not sure what I’m giving you advice about. Do you want to shag him? Do you want to apologize to him? Do you want an expensive bottle to send him when you beg for forgiveness? Or do you just want to get drunk and complain?

KRIS

He’s bloody twenty-eight years old—

REGGIE

Ah, an infant.

KRIS

—and happy and patient and brilliant and nice to everyone and I want to touch his hair. I want him to stay happy always.

REGGIE

(amused but also happy about this)

Great woodland gods, you are in love with him.

KRIS

And he’s pissed at me.

REGGIE

What’d you do?

This is a question with layers. They both know exactly what Kris once did to Reggie himself—that implanted emotion, that push to finish out the tour and not leave—but, again: the past is the past. Reggie’s forgiven if not forgotten. Kris has not exactly forgiven himself. They know that too.

REGGIE

(cont.)

I’m assuming it was your fault.

KRIS

Oh, it was all my fucking fault. I’m a complete bastard and I told him he didn’t actually mean it when he said he was my friend and then I told him to go home and leave me alone.

REGGIE

(most likely someplace on a balcony, in lingering California sunshine, leaning on elbows, taking this in)

Not only a bastard, a patronizing bastard. That’s a shit thing to say to someone who still puts up with you, y’know. Poor kid.

KRIS

Gods, you’re making it worse. He’s not a kid. I’m not his fuckin’ dad.

REGGIE

You wouldn’t mind being his daddy. Look, you’re just gonna have to apologize, mate. Surprised he didn’t haul off and punch you one. I would’ve. If you’d sent me home.

KRIS

(sitting up more, restless)

No, that’s the other fuckin’…weird…thing. Also never say that again, the first bit, fuck no. But I didn’t. Send him home.

REGGIE

(carefully)

You said you told him to go, and you know you can…push people, if you’re upset…

KRIS

Yeah, I know—shit, I’m sorry again, you know I’m—but I didn’t. I know I didn’t. I might’ve, but I didn’t.

REGGIE

What?

Kris grits teeth. Explanations. They’re excruciating. Especially with the weight of history surrounding them.

KRIS

He didn’t just accept it and do what I said. Even if I did push him, I don’t think I did, but even if I did it didn’t take. He left, but because he wanted to. I’m sure.

REGGIE

He didn’t just—

KRIS

Start walking away and shake it off and decide to keep going? No. He wasn’t even mad at me—well, no, he was, he is, but not like I was. Not the same mood.

REGGIE

That shouldn’t be possible. Not as strong as you are. ’S why we always had such good live shows. Maybe you’re getting old.

This is unhelpful.

KRIS

Thanks for that. How’s Holly?

REGGIE

(delighted to be asked about his wife; thoroughly in love)

Splendid and smarter than I am, as usual. You coming over for Midwinter? We’ve got five out of seven collective offspring plus eleven million grandbabies running around, but we can make room. Bring your impossible kid, I’m curious.

KRIS

He’s not my—that sounds even worse. You’ve made it worse. He’s my manager. He was sort of my friend.

REGGIE

And you love him.

KRIS

And I think I might maybe possibly be in love with him, yes.

REGGIE

Then you need to apologize. I know you can. I believe in you. Call the kid. Tell me what happens. I need the details.

KRIS

Go make grapes into juice with your bare feet or whatever it is you do. Leave Justin alone. I can’t call him.

REGGIE

Philistine. See if I ever send you foot juice again. Also, his name’s Justin? And why not?

KRIS

He’s working and I’m already drunk enough to call you.

REGGIE

Fair point. Call him in the morning.

KRIS

(conceding this, exhausted, starting to get a headache)

Maybe. I don’t know.

Beyond his window, Midwinter decorations twinkle in green and gold, out in the city, separated from him by a pane of penthouse glass. Views of the world from above.

REGGIE

(being gentle)

Kris. You don’t deserve to be alone. You know that, right?

KRIS

I didn’t call you to be my fucking therapist, Reg.

REGGIE

You called me for advice. Which you’re getting. Because some of us care about you. Even when you’re a complete and utter twat. Now put down the scotch, eat something, and call your cute little mysterious Justin in the morning and say sorry like a decent human being. He’ll forgive you.

KRIS

(hopeful, a little drunk, clinging to this)

How do you know?

REGGIE

Because I did. And you said he’s a good kid. Your friend.

Kris doesn’t quite know what to say to this. Any part of it. He wants it all to be true, and can’t quite bring himself to believe it could be.

REGGIE

(as someone calls his name, and child-related noises happen off-screen)

Ah, grandkids, got to run—let us know about Midwinter—

KRIS

Yeah, of course, sure, I’ll give you a call—

And they’re off the phone. He gazes at it for a minute. He gets up, pacing aimlessly. Ends up in the kitchen. Opens the refrigerator, gazes into it, skims over milk and eggs and not a whole lot else, not seeing any of it.

He looks at the next unopened bottle of good scotch. He looks at his phone again.

He finds coffee in a cupboard. He has some for guests, not that he has guests. In any case it’s here. And he’s thinking about Justin. He pokes at the mysteries of his expensive coffee-maker. It barely gets used.

He considers the outcome. Pours scotch into it.

Back on the sofa. A little cold. Hugging knees to his chest. Oddly younger, for a moment: alone and not wanting to be, a boy who got to be famous at seventeen and still isn’t really that old, even when he feels it all.

He flips on the television. That’s big and expensive too, mostly because he can afford it and it seemed at the time like something he should have. The special that comes on is either fortunate or unfortunate, depending on your point of view: classic rock bands, defining legends, peaks and valleys and where are they now. In at least one case they’re drinking scotch-laced coffee and clutching a cellphone and contemplating the merits of passing out on the couch.

Rain blows in. It spills like grief from the building’s eaves, and slides like tears down the big glass windowpanes. Kris closes his eyes.

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