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wcnderlnds · 2 months ago

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alone together | jimmy darling

・❥・ summary: jimmy saves you from twisty and you end up catching feelings for him. ・❥・word count: 2.3k ・❥・warnings: 18+, nsfw. female reader, virgin!reader, p in v, unprotected sex, maybe some swearing, clown mentions. ・❥・ authors note: im still not super confident writing smut so we all gotta keep pretending its decent until i am thank u love u.

The damp smell of mould filled your nostrils, eyes straining to see through the bars you were held behind. It had been days since you’d eaten more than half a cracker, your stomach hurting from the lack of food and water. How much longer could you survive this? Escaping wasn’t an option. You and your fellow captives had tried but each time it had failed. All you could do was sit and suffer through each and every day of this torture.

The door to the small trailer was thrown open and in stepped the clown. His terrifying face looming through the bars at you, holding out… flowers? Shaky hands took them from him but when you didn’t smile or thank him he started rattling the cage, moans of anger coming from the mask on his face. He threw open the cage door, grabbing your wrist roughly and dragging you outside where there was another clown. It took no time at all for them to tie you up, the other one more talkative — his voice seemed familiar to you but you couldn’t quite place it.

The talkative of the two skipped over to you. The weapon in his hand brought up to your throat…

You jumped up in bed, sweating buckets, fear coursing through you as you once again dreamt of that night. As your eyes focused, you noticed another person in the room. He was looking at you with concerned eyes, slowly edging closer to you. Scooting back on the bed was all you could do to put some distance between you and the mystery man.

“Hey, calm down, toots. I’m not gonna hurt you. It’s me, Jimmy,” his soothing voice said calmly. His hands up in the air. That’s when you realised who it was. The man that had saved you.

“Sorry,” you mumbled.

“Now what’re you apologising for? You went through a real traumatic experience, doll face. I'd be concerned if you weren’t a little cautious.” His voice was like a soothing balm, easing a little bit of the fear.

“I appreciate it. You rescuing me and letting me crash here. I don’t got nowhere else to go.”

“You can stay here as long as you like. I’m sure we can bother Elsa to give you a job around here to help out — make you a part of the family. Besides, here, you’ll be safe. I’ll make sure of it.”

For some reason, you believed him with all your heart and soul.

Elsa had given you a job. It wasn’t anything special — just to clean up around the place and help the others get ready for their acts. It was easy work but it made you feel important. Everyone had accepted you the instant Jimmy introduced you to them. It had taken a while for you to open up and actually hold a conversation but they had been so patient with you. They knew the whole story of what you’d been through. It was probably why they were just as protective of you as Jimmy was. Well, no. Nobody was as protective of you as Jimmy. He had stuck to his word and made sure you were safe. Anyone even so much as looked at you funny and he was by your side ready to defend you. The fact you had someone looking after you made you feel special. Jimmy made you feel special. The closer the two of you got, the easier it was to fall for him.

Whether it was his charming smile or his caring nature, he always found a way to make you swoon. Not that he knew. No, there was no way you were telling him. The thought alone was almost more terrifying than being kidnapped by that awful clown.

The nightmares still came but they weren’t as frequent anymore. They never came on the nights where you fell asleep on Jimmy, held tightly in his arms. Those were your favourite nights. It often happened when you were talking — he was a touchy guy and always liked to have his arm around you. Who were you to refuse a cuddle from a handsome guy like that? It was purely platonic even if your herat beat a little faster any time he touched you.

“You busy after the show tonight?” Jimmy asked, approaching you with his hands in his pockets and a grin on his face.

At his question, you stopped sweeping the floor, turning to look at him. “No, why?”

“Thought I’d treat you. Meet me at my trailer after the show?”

“Yeah, okay.”

It felt like the night dragged, each acting seeming to take twice as long as normal when in reality you were just being impatient. Ever since Jimmy had asked you to meet him after the show, it was all you could think about. Maybe there was some hope that he did actually feel the same way you did. The thought alone was enough to make you feel giddy. It didn’t help when Jimmy caught the wide smile on your face from the other side of the stage and threw a wink your way.

When the show finally came to it’s end, you almost ran to his trailer - but didn’t because you didn’t want to seem too eager. When you stepped inside, Jimmy was already there. Turns out he was just as eager as you were. He gestured for you to take a seat and you almost couldn’t believe your eyes. This man had cooked you dinner. He’d taken the time to actually cook for you. That meant the world to you, especially knowing Jimmy wasn’t that much of a cook in the first place.

Was there anything more romantic than the person you liked making you dinner? He’d even set the small table out with a candle in the middle.

The two of you chatted, laughed and ate. It was like nothing else in the world mattered but you two. It had been so long since you felt so carefree. With that thought in mind, you decided to be brave. You had to take your shot while you had it, right? So, you leaned in and captured Jimmy’s lips with yours. At first he was surprised, his eyes wide but soon enough he relaxed into it, his lips moving gently against yours.

It felt like heaven kissing him. It was everything you’d dreamed of and more. He nibbled your bottom lip trying to deepen the kiss so you parted your lips, your tongues tangling together in a frenzied dance. Jimmy’s hand rested on your hip, gently laying you back on the bed where you’d moved over to relax after dinner, his body gently resting on top of yours. The second you felt his hand slide up your thigh and under your dress, you froze. That caused Jimmy to instantly stop, pulling away with a confused look on his face.

“I thought….” He furrowed his brows.

“No, I mean…” Before you could finish your sentence, he cut you off.

“It’s because of these right, right? You don’t want these hands touching you. I should have guessed it was too good to be true. I thought you were different than everyone else but turns out you’re just the same as them,” Jimmy’s eyes were ablaze with anger. He had a short fuse, you knew this so you tried to diffuse the situation quickly. As he tried to get to his feet, your fingers gently encircled around his arm not letting him move.

“It’s not that. I don’t care about any of that. Your hands are part of you and… I like every part of you. I just…” you swallowed, almost mumbling your next words. “I’m… a virgin.”

That took him by surprise. His features softened immediately. It had nothing to do with him. You liked him. All of him. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. But, I gotta tell you doll, I really like you. You drive me crazy.”

“I… want to. I’m just nervous.”

“We’ll go slow, alright? I do something you don’t like then you tell me to stop and I will, I promise.”

You nodded your head, hands threading through his hair as you pulled him back down to your lips. This time when his hand slid up your thigh, you didn’t stop him. His fingers softly rubbing you through your panties causing a moan to slide from your lips. The noise sent shivers down his spine. If he could hear you make noises like that for the rest of his life then he’d be a happy man.

“Can I?” He asked as his fingers found the edge of your panties. With a nod, you gave him permission. Jimmy wasted no time at all in pulling them off, bunching your dress up around your waist so he could get a better view. He groaned at the sight, his cock already half hard and straining against his pants.

His fingers slid through your folds with ease, the skin on skin contact causing you to moan out, your hand grasping his wrist as he softly moved his fingers. You’d touched yourself before but it had never felt as good as this. His eyes kept focused on you, taking note of what made you moan, what made you squirm. Sensing how wet you were, he decided to push the boundaries a bit more, his fingers rubbing against your entrance. He pushed them inside slowly. You gasped out. He slowly began to slide his finger in and out, trying not to hurt you. With his conjoined fingers, he knew he had to be careful. The last thing he wanted to do was cause you any harm. Your soft moans echoed through the trailer, your orgasm fast approaching.

“Ohhh, Jimmy,” you whined, back arching off the mattress as you bucked your hips into his hand. That familiar feeling was pooling in the pit of your stomach and all it took was his thumb circling your clit for you to fall apart around his fingers.

He continued pumping his finger into you through your release only pulling out once he was sure you were finished. The smirk on his face as he leaned down to capture your lips once again was captivating. In your still dazed state you barely felt the way he was moving his hips against you, his hard, clothed length rubbing against you. “Jimmy?”

“Hmmm?” He mumbled, his lips now pressing along your neck.

“I want you.”

His head shot up, eyes searching yours to make sure you were certain. When he found no hesitation he didn’t waste any time in pulling your dress off you along with his own clothes. As he laid back on top of you, skin on skin, you felt the nerves bubble up. Sensing it, he rested his forehead against yours. “We don’t have to do this.”

“I want to. I trust you. You once told me you’d keep me safe and… I know you will now too.”

“Well, shit, way to make me feel like the luckiest guy on the planet.” His lips found yours in a soft gentle kiss saying more than words ever could. His free hand rested on your hip as he positioned himself at your entrance. “You sure? I’ll go real slow. Tell me to stop at any point, okay?”

“I trust you,” you whispered.

That was all he needed. Slowly, he pressed his tip into you, pushing in until he heard you gasp. The sharp ache that ran through your body hurt like hell, your eyes scrunched up. Jimmy looked at you with concern, his hand finding yours letting you squeeze it if you needed to. “You okay?”

You nodded your head. Once he was certain you really were fine he pushed in a little more. You squeezed his hand, breathing out to ground yourself. He stilled once he was almost all the way inside giving you time to adjust to him, peppering kisses all over your face to ease you. “Y-you can move, Jimmy.”

He pulled out slowly, shallowly then back in testing the waters. It still hurt but you weren’t going to let that stop you. His pace was slow, the tightness of your walls almost overwhelming him. The more he moved against you, the more enjoyable it became and slowly but surely the wince of pain turned into soft moans. It was like music to Jimmy’s ears. He picked up the pace just a little bit more, a groan slipping past his lips when you moved your own hips with his.

“You feel so good, dollface,” he whispered in your ear, his lips finding that sweet spot on your neck, gently biting down. “Can’t believe you’re letting me do this of all people.”

Your hands rested on his back, your body moving with each thrust. As your release grew closer, Jimmy felt your nails digging into his back. He let out a hiss, the feeling only bringing his own release closer.

“Jimmy!” You gasped as he sped up, his hand moving to bring one of your legs to hook around his waist. His thrusts were becoming sloppy now, his own high on the horizon. Your body arched into his, walls clenching around him as you came, his name falling like a prayer from your lips.

“That’s it, baby, I’ve got you,” he grunted. The feeling of your body convulsing around him was enough to send him over the edge, burying himself inside you as he coated your walls with his release.

His body collapsed on top of you, the both of you sweaty and spent. All that echoed through the room were your heavy breaths as you tried to calm down. Jimmy’s head was buried in the crook of your neck, peppering light kisses there as your hand ran through his dark messy hair. Eventually, he lifted his head up to look at you with a lazy smile. “I meant it, y’know? When I said I was crazy about you. Have been since I met you. My life isn’t the greatest but you’re a sliver of hope in all the darkness. When I’m with you I feel…normal.”

“I’m all yours for as long as you’ll have me, Jimmy Darling.”

“Alright, how’s forever then?”

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rzyraffek · 2 years ago

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Due to lack of affecion in my life I gladly wanna say that I made another

Slashers hugs and kisses headcanons

It's fully swf! Pure fluff! They/them Somone hug me pls. Request open

Brahms Heelshire

How his hugs look like: he either goes romantic and hugs them very gently OR just grabs them and holds them as close to him as possible. Loves hearing heartbeat too (when laying in bed )

He loves any kind of physical contact with them! Any handholding, hugs, cuddles ANYTHING this guy loves. Especially grabbing their hips or dhoulders when they are cooking or doing chores

Laying in bed together before staring day and morning routine is a must! He needs to wake up with good mood or he will stay grumpy for whole day

Also pls give him little kisses! On cheeks, forehead, hand, neck HE LOVES THOSE

Billy Lenz

Hugs on couch, him on top cuddling like his life depends on it, like they gonna evaporate in his hands if he stops hugging

Also he is going to say a lot of weird things (wow no way billy lenz saying weird stuff??) And he will inform them that he is plannin on doing the nasty with them later (respectfully)

But he enjoys the moment

Everytime he sees them after long day (assuming that s/o works/studies outside their household) he will just keep one of his arms around them till they go shleep really

Also he stares, a lot, if they aren't in huggy mood he will just stare without any emotions on his face, hes not mad he just misses the warm feeling of somone loving him :(

Also he bites

Asa emory

I swear this little prankster will pretend he fell asleep on couch while yall be watching movie, just to hear them react and take care of him. Also he melts when they give him little kisses or turn tv off so he can peacefully nap.

Or when they are tired after long day and have nap on him while he monologues about cool bugs. Playing with hair and lil massage included

He doesnt really like hugging while he just stands, it feels so akward, so he rather go lay on couch/sit on armchair while yall wanna get phisical

Every cuddle session ends with one of you falling asleep and other one really hates waking the first one up

Jason Voorhees

I dont really write for Jason but oh boi

Cuddling before sleep is so goofy, this guy is huge, like HUGE. If s/o prefers being smol spoon he will cover them completely, he is one of those people who put their leg on their partner so they are closer. But if s/o prefers being big spoon, he will giggle, blush even, he loves it! Also good luck with not being squshed at night

This guy really goes 'a mimiimi ah mimimii zzz' when sleeping btw

He will pick them up while hugging and hold hands 24/7, especially after that one event when s/o got lost in Forest once. No. No more of that pls there are degenerates around

Bear hugs

Micheal Myers

Just no

He won't hug anyone really, its uncomfortable for him. I mean after really long time spent and enough trust given, he will let them hug him, or grab his arms and hands and give him lil smooches

But he won't really give those back, no, even if they are very upset or in bad mental situation, he won't. Respect that

Again-if he knows them well and likes them, he will pay no mind in them giving him smooches or hugging him. He gets that that's how they find comfort, but don't think he will do it too

Vincent Sinclair

This one is very hugable bean

He will be akward due to his lack of social skills but oh boi isn't he very meow meow?

When they kiss his head or hug him while saying something nice. Guy will be soso happy

He gets very shy when Bo sees yall hugging. Like he did something embarrassing:(( somone needs to explain to this poor baby that hugs and comfort is okay and valid :(

Bo Sinclair

His hands are all over them

If yall aren't holding hands, he has his on their hip, or on they shoulder

He also kinda ??? Sniffs you??? Idk he likes how they smell?

He likes when they lay on top of him or when he's big spoon

Will say some goofy level stuff, wacky even

And bites them a bit, not hard tho

Also vincent once walked in room while yall were cuddling and laughing and he thought yall were doing the nasty and now he has (another) trauma

Boioioioojgn 3am here yall have great day bai

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lovelywritinglady · 2 years ago

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Slutty Showers

Hisoka x fem!reader

18+

Smut, Shower sex, mentions of blood, established relationship, fem reader. Hisoka fucks you and then treats you right.

Third Person Pov

The sound of skin slapping together your moans were echoing against the shower walls. The warm water cascaded over your bodies as Hisokas cock was hitting your walls so good that it make your brain foggy. His hands were gripping your tits while is fingers were pinching your nipples hard. It stung but god it made you feel so good. His mouth was biting and sucking on the soft skin on your neck. He began sucking on the hickeys he’d given you the night before while he was pushing your body to its limits. The two of you had been going at it for a long time yet his pace never faltered. You swear this man his an incredible amount of stamina.

Suddenly you were being picked up and your back was pushed against the wall. His hands grabbed your legs and forced them around his waist, not like you were complaining. You then put both of your arms around his neck and pressed your lips against his. It was a fiery kiss that sent pleasurable shivers down your spine. His tongue went inside you mouth which you let happen. His cock wasn’t inside you and you were aching without him. He knew this and you could feel him smirk against your mouth. After some more time of teasing you he thrusted himself into you which caused you to yelp with pleasure and pain. His pace quickened and you began moaning his name like a prayer while your hands began scratching his back. You knew he loved pain so you made sure that you scratched enough to make his back bleed. He began to moan loudly as well. His golden eyes met yours with a lustful and love full gaze. His hand came down and he started to rub my clit meaning he was holding you with one arm. You two kept this eye contact until you felt that familiar bubbling feeling and you could tell he was close too.

“Hisoka, I’m gonna cum” you moaned out

“Mmm good cum for me flower” he grunted

After a few more minutes you came hard on his cock. His name was moaned over and over again and your nails dug into his skin even harder than before. Then Hisoka came shooting his cum inside your walls while he was still thrusting inside you. You were on birth control so he knew you were okay with it. He thrusted inside you until his cock softened. At that point you had lost feeling in you legs. Hisoka turned the shower off and carried you out of the shower and put you on the counter.

He then grabbed your towel and started drying you off while giving your forehead a kiss. This was the Hisoka you knew. He was sweet to you and he didn’t say it often but you knew he loved you and you loved him too. He’s a very strange man, but he’s loyal to you which you thought wouldn’t happen when you two got together. But just by the way he’s looking at you know you know how much he cares for you.

After you were dry you took his towel which of course was pink and began drying him. His body looks like it was sculpted by the gods. Hisoka could tell you were admiring him because of how long you took to dry him. This made his ego get even worse than it already was. When you were done you reached up and pressed a long loving kiss on his lips and then looked into his eyes and smiled. He then picked you up once more and took you to your shared bed. The two of you cuddled while Hisoka talked about his abilities and how beautiful he thought you two were. Despite how rough he is, he always is sweet after the two of you have very hard sex. After a little while of Hisoka babbling you fell fast asleep. He noticed after a while and chuckled at your cute expression. He then gently kissed your cheek and looked at you before saying…

“I love you, my flower”

Thank you so much for reading!💜

•I do NOT own any characters except y/n•

Please feel free to request, reblog, and comment

Click here to see what I’ll write for and click HERE for my master list.

-L.W.L

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chrisstvrns · 5 days ago

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖: 𝐁𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍 ⊹₊✮˙

aurora's matt sturniolo & fangirl!reader au

warnings: fast moving relationship, use of y/n, second person pov.

disclaimer: i did not go to either of the triplets’ tours, so i do not know how they worked, and i included barely any description of the actual show lmao. this is a long one im sorryyyyy.

word count: 6.3k

you’re awoken by the sounds of chris and nick’s giggles, followed by the sound of matt’s tired voice, mumbling for them to ‘shut the fuck up.’

you’re facing the wall, your eyes gently fluttered open. the first thing that registers in your mind is the feeling of a body next to you, then realizing it’s matt.

for a second, your brain doesn’t quite piece it together. the warmth radiating from him, the steady rise and fall of his breathing—it all feels too comfortable, too natural. but then it hits you, and you stiffen slightly. you both must’ve knocked out while watching that dumb movie last night, the one matt insisted wasn’t boring, even though he fell asleep halfway through.

his arm is slung lazily over your waist, not in an intimate way, but more like he’s forgotten you’re even there. you consider moving, but the thought of waking him fully and having to explain feels way more awkward than just… waiting it out. besides, it’s not like this means anything. you’re just friends.

still, the sound of chris and nick’s whispers—followed by more giggles—makes your face heat up. you can already tell they’re gonna give you shit for this.

you try to focus on anything else, your eyes tracing patterns in the wall, but it’s no use.

matt shifts slightly, his hand brushing your side as he groans quietly.

“jesus, what time is it?” his voice is rough with sleep, and you swear it makes your heart skip a beat, though you quickly shake the thought away.

before you can answer, chris’ voice cuts through from the doorway.

“oh, it’s definitely time for us to take a picture of this.” you hear the unmistakable click of a phone camera, followed by nick trying (and failing) to hold in a cackle.

matt groans louder, burying his face into the pillow.

“i’m gonna kill both of you,” he mutters, his words muffled, but you can hear the underlying frustration—and maybe just a hint of embarrassment.

“yeah, yeah, sure. i cant wait to slap it on a christmas card” nick says, still laughing. “but seriously, this is adorable. can’t wait to tell everyone you guys are cuddling now.”

your face burns, and matt finally lifts his head to glare at them. “we’re not cuddling,” he snaps, his hand falling away from your waist like he just remembered it was there. “we just… fell asleep. shut up.”

but the damage is done, and chris and nick are already halfway down the hall, cackling like maniacs. you glance at matt, who’s rubbing his face with both hands, clearly trying to wake up properly.

“well,” you mumble, breaking the silence, “this isn’t awkward at all.”

matt lets out a dry laugh, dropping his hands to look at you. “could be worse.”

“how?”

“i dunno, its not the worst thing in the world.”

you groan, flopping back against the pillow as he smirks. even though you’re mortified, a small part of you is grateful for how easily he brushes it off. just friends. no big deal. right?

as you sit up, the clutter of the room reminds you that this isn’t some random hotel—it’s matt’s literal house. matt glances around, scratching the back of his neck. “i’ll head downstairs to get ready,” he says casually, like he’s trying not to make it weird. “you can have the room.”

you nod, grateful for the unspoken gesture. “thanks.”

he grabs his phone from the nightstand and heads for the door, pausing to shoot you a tired smile. “don’t take too long, though. if chris and nick get bored, they’ll probably try to sabotage something.”

“noted,” you reply, watching him disappear down the hallway.

once the door clicks shut, you exhale, the silence feeling oddly heavy after he leaves. shaking it off, you dig through your suitcase for an outfit. eventually, you settle on a long sleeved, black crop top, paired with baggy jeans and your favorite white sneakers. you brush your hair back into a neat ponytail, letting a few strands frame your face, and add small gold hoop earrings for a bit of sparkle. a dainty gold chain necklace completes the look, subtle but enough to make you feel put together.

downstairs, you can hear faint movement—probably matt in the bathroom, dealing with his hair or brushing off the sleep from his face.

when you finally head down, you spot him leaning against the kitchen counter, looking way more awake, now dressed in ripped jeans and a hoodie. his hair is damp, like he splashed water on it to tame the bedhead, and he’s sipping a mug of coffee while chris and nick argue over which shoes to wear.

“ready?” matt asks, his voice casual, but his eyes flick to you briefly, like he’s checking to make sure you’re okay.

you nod, shooting him a small smile.

he nods, pushing off the counter. “good. i, uh, i have something for you. if you want?”

he reaches in a target bag, pulling out a green ‘boston celtics’ jersey, handing it to you. you smile in disbelief, your fingers brushing the soft fabric of the jersey. "wait, really?" you ask, a surprised laugh escaping your lips.

matt shrugs casually, a playful smile tugging at his mouth. "yeah, i thought you might like it. everyone else is wearing one, so figured it'd be a fun way for you to join in."

you laugh, looking down at the jersey. "this is so cool, matt. i didn’t expect you to think of something like this."

"well, you’ve been hanging with us for a few days now. felt like it was time you got one too," he says with a grin, clearly pleased with himself.

you look up at him, the gesture meaning more than you expected. "thank you. i’ll definitely wear it today.”

you smile, holding the jersey close, feeling a little more at home with each passing moment. "this really is perfect," you say, already excited to wear it. you pull it over your head, brushing the front to smooth any wrinkles.

nick and chris stumble into the kitchen, and with that, the four of you pile into the chaos of the morning, gearing up for what’s bound to be a long—and unforgettable—final show.

as you all pile out the front door and toward the car, chris makes a beeline for the passenger seat, like he always does. it’s clearly routine for him to sit up front, but before he can even grab the handle, matt stops him.

“hey, no. you’re in the back this time,” matt says, unlocking the car with a beep.

chris turns around, his brows knitting together in exaggerated disbelief. “excuse me? since when?”

“since today,” matt replies casually, tilting his head toward you. “she’s sitting up front.”

chris groans, throwing his hands up. “you’re kicking me out? for her?”

matt raises an eyebrow, his tone flat. “yeah. problem?”

nick laughs as he climbs into the backseat, already enjoying the drama. “tough break, chris. guess you’re not the favorite anymore.”

chris glares at him, muttering something about betrayal, but he eventually shuffles to the back. “unbelievable,” he grumbles, slamming the door behind him.

you hesitate for a second, glancing at matt. “are you sure? i don’t want to—”

“get in,” matt interrupts, his tone firm but not unkind. “it’s fine.”

with a small nod, you slide into the passenger seat, trying not to overthink the gesture. it’s just a seat—no big deal. right?

the car ride starts off quiet, the kind of morning lull where everyone’s still waking up. chris and nick are already bickering over something in the backseat—probably who gets the last pack of gummy snacks in nick’s bag—and matt seems content to ignore them, his focus on the road.

“you excited for today?” you ask after a few minutes, breaking the silence.

matt shrugs, one hand resting loosely on the wheel, his head resting on the other as his elbow in propped up against the window. “yeah, should be fun. long, though.”

“you say that every time,” chris pipes up from the back. “and then you’re the one who spends the most time talking to people.”

“yeah, because i’m not a robot like you,” matt shoots back.

nick snickers. “matt’s just better at pretending he doesn’t hate people.”

“i don’t hate people,” matt says, rolling his eyes. “i just like talking to the ones who aren’t annoying.”

chris gasps dramatically. “so you do think our fans are annoying!”

“Jesus christ,” matt mutters, shaking his head as you try—and fail—not to laugh.

you glance out the window, the scenery blurring past as you head toward the venue. it’s the triplets only hometown show, so you know it’ll still be packed with fans eager to meet the trio.

after a moment, matt speaks again, his voice more thoughtful. “it’s kind of funny, though. people always think i’m the quiet one, like i don’t talk much in the videos.”

“because you don’t talk much in the videos,” chris interrupts.

“yeah, because you and nick never shut up,” matt counters, his tone dry but playful. “you think i can get a word in when you’re arguing about god knows what?”

nick leans forward, grinning. “it’s usually something important. you just don’t understand it.”

matt ignores him, glancing at you briefly before continuing. “but in real life? i don’t mind talking to people. it’s kind of nice, actually. like at these meet-and-greets—it’s cool hearing their stories and stuff.”

chris groans from the back. “oh, here we go. matt, the social butterfly. what’s next? you gonna write a self-help book?”

matt smirks. “maybe. chapter one: don’t be like chris.”

nick cackles, and chris crosses his arms with a dramatic sigh. “i’m being slandered in my own car on the way to my own tour. unreal.”

you smile, watching the dynamic unfold. it’s true—matt might come off as reserved online, but in reality, he’s the first to start a conversation, the first to ask someone about their day, the first to make things feel easy. there’s something steady about him, something that makes you feel comfortable even in moments like this.

as nick and chris argue over something else, matt shoots you a quick, knowing look, like he’s in on the joke with you. “don’t let them fool you,” he says quietly. “i’m the normal one here.”

“sure you are,” you reply, grinning, and he chuckles softly before turning his focus back to the road.

the rest of the ride, nick and chris bickered back and forth about the most random things ever, while you and matt sat in silence, occasionally giggling at his brothers. it wasnt an awkward silence. not at all. it was comfortable.

as the car nears the venue, the chatter from the backseat finally begins to die down. nick scrolls through his phone while chris dramatically recounts a story about some fan interaction from the last stop on the tour. you catch snippets of it, something about someone comparing him to a cartoon character, but you’re too focused on the quiet hum of the car and the occasional glance matt steals your way.

“almost there,” matt says softly, his eyes on the road but his tone carrying a hint of reassurance, like he can sense your nerves.

you nod, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “do you guys ever get nervous for these?”

matt considers it for a moment before shrugging. “not really. it’s kind of nice, meeting everyone. makes the videos feel more... real, if that makes sense.”

“it does,” you reply, smiling at his honesty.

“he’s lying,” chris interjects from the back. “he totally gets nervous. nick, remember the start of tour when he almost threw up before we started?”

“i wasn’t nervous,” matt corrects, shooting chris a glare through the rearview mirror. “i ate bad chicken.”

nick bursts out laughing. “sure, dude. keep telling yourself that.”

matt rolls his eyes, but you can see the corner of his mouth twitch, like he’s trying not to laugh. “whatever. at least i don’t forget people’s names mid-conversation, nick.”

“hey, that was one time!” nick defends himself, but his laughter gives him away.

“one time too many,” matt quips, his tone light.

as the venue comes into view, the quiet buzz of excitement settles over the car. you can see a small crowd already gathered near the entrance, holding signs and chatting animatedly among themselves.

matt slows the car, turning into the parking lot and finding a spot near the back entrance. he cuts the engine and turns to look at you, his expression softer than usual. “ready?”

you take a deep breath and nod. “ready.”

“let’s do this, then,” he says, his voice steady, like a calm anchor in the midst of the chaos.

nick and chris pile out of the car first, their bickering temporarily replaced by excitement as they grab their bags and start debating who’s going to carry what. matt lingers for a second, waiting for you to step out before closing the door behind you.

as you walk toward the entrance together, matt leans down slightly, his voice low enough that only you can hear. “if they start being too much, just stick with me. i’ll keep them in check.”

you laugh softly, glancing up at him. “thanks, but i think i can handle it.”

“we’ll see,” he replies, smirking as he holds the door open for you.

inside, the energy is palpable. staff members are setting up tables, arranging merch, and running through last-minute details. nick and chris are already bouncing between conversations, their loud voices filling the room.

matt stays by your side, his demeanor calm but attentive as he checks in with the team. it’s a side of him you don’t often see in the videos—confident, organized, and entirely in his element.

“okay,” he says after a moment, turning to you. “just stay close. these things get hectic fast.”

you nod, and for the first time all morning, you feel completely at ease. no matter how chaotic the day gets, you know matt will make sure it’s nothing you can’t handle.

you all enter the venue, matt guiding you to the area backstage where he’s meeting with his manager. matt told you about laura, she has a daughter, madi, the same age as you.

as you step into the backstage area, madi immediately spots the triplets and waves, making her way over to the four of you. “finally! thought you guys were gonna leave me hanging all morning.”

chris groans. “we’re literally early. how do you have energy to complain already?”

“because i’ve been up for hours helping mom set up,” madi shoots back, crossing her arms. “meanwhile, you three probably rolled out of bed ten minutes ago.”

“not true,” nick says, grabbing a bottle of water from the table. “it was, like, an hour ago.”

madi rolls her eyes, grinning as she turns to you. “and you must be the one who actually knows how to stay on schedule.”

you laugh. “i try, but i’m not sure i’m much better.”

“don’t let them drag you down with them,” she says, gesturing at the triplets. “it’s a slippery slope.”

matt smirks. “because you’re such a great example?”

“absolutely,” madi says without hesitation, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “unlike you, i know how to multitask.”

“yeah, we can tell,” matt says dryly, nodding at the clipboard she’s carrying.

“someone has to keep things moving,” madi replies, glancing at the clipboard before looking back up. “and clearly, it’s not you three.”

chris gasps dramatically. “wow, okay, just call us useless to our faces.”

“you said it, not me,” madi quips, grinning as nick snickers.

laura walks in then, holding her own clipboard. “alright, everybody, focus. soundcheck is in ten, and i don’t want any last-minute disasters this time.”

“define disaster,” chris says innocently, earning a pointed look from laura.

“i think she means you,” madi teases, shooting chris a smug grin.

nick laughs as laura claps her hands to cut them off. “let’s go! we’re already behind.”

the triplets groan but start moving toward the stage, still throwing jabs at each other as they leave.

madi watches them go, shaking her head with a smile. “i swear, they’re like this all the time. you get used to it, though.”

“they definitely keep things interesting,” you say, laughing softly.

she nods. “come on, let’s grab some snacks before they get back and eat everything. you’ll need the energy for today.”

with that, she guides you toward the catering table, chatting easily about the morning’s setup and laughing at your reactions to her stories. her laid-back demeanor makes everything feel natural, and by the time the triplets return, you’re already starting to feel like part of the group.

you and madi continue your conversation when you feel a hand brush your arm. you turn, seeing marylou and jimmy approaching.

“hi, sweethearts!” marylou chirps, leaning in to hug you first, then madi.

“hi, guys!” madi says politely, though her smile is more reserved. “the boys are in soundcheck right now. they should be done soon!”

jimmy leans against a nearby table, his casual demeanor setting the tone. “so, y/n, how’s boston treating ya?”

“it’s so nice! i’ve always wanted to come here, so it’s great to finally be here!” you reply warmly.

“that’s what we like to hear,” marylou says, her smile lighting up her face. “you should try to explore a little while you’re here. there’s so much to see!”

“like what?” you ask, genuinely curious.

“the freedom trail’s always a hit,” jimmy offers, his tone enthusiastic. “history everywhere you look.”

“and the public garden,” marylou adds. “oh, and fenway park! even if you’re not a baseball fan, it’s worth seeing.”

“it sounds like there’s a lot to fit in,” you say with a small laugh, adjusting your bracelet.

marylou nods eagerly. “if you need suggestions, just ask. jimmy and i have lived here long enough to know all the best spots.”

madi smiles, responding. “i’ve been to boston a bunch times, with the triplets of course, but i’ve never really explored it much. it’s usually just work or family visits.”

“then this could be your chance,” jimmy says with a friendly smile. “take a day to see the sights. you won’t regret it.”

“i’ll keep that in mind,” madi replies, her tone polite.

you glance between them, sensing the slight awkwardness, but before you can say anything, the sound of footsteps fills the hallway. the triplets emerge from soundcheck, their voices loud and energetic as they approach.

“there they are!” marylou says, her expression brightening.

“sound good in there?” jimmy asks, standing up straight.

“always,” matt replies with a small smile, grabbing a water bottle from the table.

“you guys behaving yourselves?” marylou asks, narrowing her eyes playfully at chris.

“define behaving,” chris quips, earning a quiet chuckle from nick.

marylou shakes her head with an amused sigh, then glances at you and madi. “we’ll let you all get back to it. y/n, madi, it was lovely to see you both!”

“you too!” you say warmly, while madi nods with a polite smile.

as marylou and jimmy head off to talk with some of the crew, matt looks over at you and madi. “what’d they talk your ear off about?”

“tourist spots” you say with a grin.

“classic,” matt mutters, running a hand through his hair.

“you say that like it’s a bad thing,” nick points out, grabbing a chair and sitting backward on it.

“it’s not. it’s just... intense,” matt replies, glancing at madi. “they try to get you to plan a whole trip too?”

“not really,” madi says, shrugging. “but they’ve got a lot of suggestions.”

“yeah, that sounds about right,” matt says with a small smirk.

the group settles into easy chatter, the earlier awkwardness fading as the triplets steer the conversation back to the show ahead. the energy is light, the day ahead promising to be both busy and memorable.

suddenly, chris jumps up, running toward the door, shouting something incoherent. a few minutes later, and returns with his best friend, nathan, by his side. the boys are chatting about something random, but when they approach the four of you again their conversation pauses. nate hugs madi, doing his regular handshake with matt and nick, then turning to you.

“you must be y/n! ive heard alot about you!”

“yeah, i am! hopefully good things?” you slightly laugh, matt coming to stand right next to you

“yeah, dont worry. matt never stops talking about you” nate laughs, looking at matt

matt shifts awkwardly beside you, scratching the back of his neck, his cheeks turning a shade pinker than usual.

"nate," matt warns, his voice low but firm, giving his best friend a pointed look.

nate just grins, clearly unbothered, and shrugs. "what? it's true." he looks back at you, his tone teasing but warm. "he’s been hyping you up since the minute you said yes to coming to boston. you’re basically a celebrity in the group chat at this point."

you laugh softly, glancing up at matt, who’s now pretending to be very interested in the ground. "well, that’s sweet. i hope i live up to the hype."

"you already do," matt mumbles under his breath, barely audible but enough for you to catch it.

your heart skips a beat, but before you can say anything, chris claps his hands loudly, breaking the tension. "okay, are we gonna stand here all day, or are we actually gonna go meet the fans?"

madi nods in agreement, already pulling nate toward her and you, knowing fans are starting to line up outside. "c’mon, let’s grab some food and head up to the balcony. i’m starving."

you, madi, and nate part ways with the triplets, as they go to meet their fans. you make your way up to the balcony above, looking down at all the fans eager to meet the three.

even though he was meeting fans, matt occasionally glanced up at you, talking with his friends. the conversation was so natural, as if you had been friends with nate and madi for years.

“okay, so. penne, or spaghetti?” nate questions, leaning against a wall

“penne. no question about it.” you respond, sitting on the couch with madi.

nate nods thoughtfully, pretending to weigh the options like it’s the most important decision of his life. “fair choice, but hear me out—spaghetti has better twirlability. that’s gotta count for something.”

madi laughs, tucking her legs under her as she adjusts on the couch. “twirlability? that’s not even a word.”

“it is now,” nate retorts, grinning. “and it’s a key factor in pasta ranking, thank you very much.”

“you’re ridiculous,” you say, shaking your head with a smile. “but fine, if we’re talking twirlability, maybe spaghetti does win.”

“ha! see?” nate exclaims, pointing at you triumphantly. “a fellow spaghetti lover.”

madi rolls her eyes but is clearly amused. “youre impossible.”

the sound of laughter and chatter from below drifts up to the balcony, blending with your own conversation. every so often, matt glances up from the meet and greet, his expression softening when he spots you laughing with nate and madi.

"look at him," madi says, nudging you playfully as she notices matt's quick glance upward. "he keeps checking up here."

"he's probably making sure we’re okay and not bored out of our minds," you joke, trying to ignore the warmth creeping up your face.

nate raises an eyebrow. "or maybe he’s just making sure you’re okay."

you wave it off, focusing on the fans below as they light up meeting the triplets. “he’s busy. let’s not distract him.”

“oh, please. like we’re a distraction,” madi teases, leaning back into the cushions.

the three of you continue chatting, the easy rhythm of the conversation making time fly. the balcony feels like its own little world, separate from the bustling excitement below, but connected enough to feel the energy in the room. marylou and jimmy chat with justin, the triplets older, half brother a few feet away from the three of you.

eventually, they get through meeting all the fans, and its time to go onstage. after performances by ysb tril and lxst, the triplets enter the stage, talking with the fans, interacting with them, the whole lot.

laura, who was backstage the whole time, suddenly comes up next to you, madi, and nate, signaling for the three of you, along with marylou, jimmy, and justin, to start heading backstage.

you all follow her, and as soon as matt catches the slightest glimpse of you, his smile grows. the triplets call you seven of you out on stage, matt immediately wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

as matt pulls you closer, the crowd erupts into cheers, the energy in the room electric. nick and chris greet everyone warmly, playfully introducing each of you to the audience.

“and this is y/n!” matt says, his voice full of enthusiasm. “she’s a new friend of ours, but it already feels like we’ve known her forever.”

you smile, giving a small wave as the crowd cheers. madi leans toward nate, whispering something that makes him laugh quietly, while marylou and jimmy exchange grins, soaking in the moment.

“alright, let’s get back to what you guys really came for!” nick says, addressing the audience with a grin. “who’s got a good question for us?”

the fans eagerly raise their hands, and the triplets begin answering everything from lighthearted questions about their favorite foods to more thoughtful ones about their journey so far. the atmosphere is fun and casual, with occasional bursts of laughter from the triplets' quick wit and playful banter.

you and the rest of the group retreat to the side of the stage, watching the interaction unfold. madi leans against the wall, smiling as nick teases chris about a story from their childhood.

“they really know how to keep everyone engaged,” nate says, arms crossed as he takes it all in.

“yeah, it’s impressive,” you reply, your gaze flicking to matt, who occasionally glances your way with a soft smile.

the meet and greet continues, the triplets effortlessly switching between playful and heartfelt moments with their fans. after some time, they wrap up the event with a round of thank-yous and, since its the last show of tour, a promise to do it again soon.

as the crowd gives one last round of applause, the triplets make their way offstage, visibly energized from the interaction. matt approaches you first, his smile as bright as ever.

“how’d we do?�� he asks, his tone light but curious.

“amazing,” you reply honestly. “you guys were great out there.”

“you think so?” matt says, his grin widening. “guess we’ll have to keep you around for feedback.”

nick and chris join, teasing matt before turning their attention to the rest of the group.

“ready to head out? im exhausted” nick asks, glancing at everyone.

“me too” matt gently yawns, running a hand through his hair

“aw, y’gonna go cuddle with y/n again?” chris teases, giggling

your jaw slightly drops, you, matt, nate, and madi all stopping in your tracks.

“oh, yeah. we woke them up this morning and they were fully cuddling.” nick laughs, opening his phone to show his friends the picture

madi smiles, nudging your arm as nate stares at matt.

“guys, come on. seriously? we just accidentally fell asleep in the same bed last night!” matt chirps, defensively. as if he was.. embarrassed? no. definitely not. something else.

“yeah, yeah. sure” nate waves him off, laughing “can we go get food?”

within the next 30 minutes, you, the triplets, madi, and nate are sitting at a booth inside their local mcdonalds. matt was sitting against the wall, you next to him, with nick on the other side of you. facing opposite of you, nate was against the wall, with chris next to him, and madi on the other side of chris. you’re all munching down on some burgers, nuggets, and fries, when you feel made put his arm around your shoulders- again.

“just a little tight, sorry” he mutters

you shake your head, signaling that its okay. in fact, you liked it.

the group continues chatting and joking around, the energy light and easy. madi is laughing at one of chris’s stories, while nick tries to balance a fry upright in his soda cup.

“you know,” nate starts, leaning back in his seat, “this is probably the most chaotic mcdonald’s crew i’ve ever been a part of.”

“oh, come on. you love it,” nick teases, flicking a fry across the table toward nate.

matt leans closer to you, his arm still resting comfortably on your shoulders. “m’sorry theyre so crazy, theyre always like this,” he says quietly, his voice laced with amusement.

“you say that like you’re not part of it,” you reply, looking up at him, a smile tugging at your lips.

“i’m the calm one,” matt insists, feigning innocence.

nick overhears and snorts. “calm? you? please. you’re just quieter about your chaos.”

matt rolls his eyes, but the smile on his face betrays him. “whatever. i’m still the chill one.”

as the night wears on, the group slowly finishes their food, the table littered with empty wrappers and cups. madi stands up first, stretching.

“alright, are we ready to go home?” she asks.

“yep, before chris starts juggling ketchup packets,” nate quips, dodging a playful shove from chris.

outside, the air is cooler, the quiet hum of the streetlights contrasting with the earlier buzz inside the restaurant. matt walks close beside you, his hand brushing yours for a moment before he slides it into his pocket.

“thanks for coming along the past few days,” he says, his voice soft. “it’s been fun having you here.”

“of course,” you reply, feeling a warm blush creep up your cheeks. “i’ve been having a lot of fun too.”

the group piles into their cars, the night winding down but the feeling of connection lingering. as you sit back, listening to nick and nate debate about the best way to eat fries, you catch matt glancing your way again before pulling out of the lot, his expression unreadable but warm.

again, he made chris sit in the backseat, with you in the passenger. nate and madi were all the way in the back, nick in his respective, middle row, left seat.

as the car hums along the quiet streets, the conversations begin to mellow. madi and nate are deep in discussion about some niche movie trivia, their voices low but animated. nick occasionally chimes in from his seat, offering quips that earn small bursts of laughter.

you glance out the window, the city lights flickering by, casting fleeting shadows across matt’s face as he drives. his hand rests casually on the gear shift, his fingers tapping lightly to the beat of the faint music playing through the speakers.

“you tired?” matt asks softly, his voice cutting through the quiet.

“a little,” you admit, turning to him. “but it’s been a good day.”

he smiles, his eyes briefly flicking toward you before returning to the road. “yeah, it has.”

from the back, chris leans forward, resting his arms on the middle row seatbacks. “hey, can we stop for ice cream or something? i need something sweet.”

“it’s almost midnight, chris,” matt replies, though there’s no real annoyance in his tone.

“so? midnight ice cream hits different,” chris argues, grinning.

“fine,” matt sighs, but you catch the faint smile on his lips. “if we find a place that’s open.”

nick perks up. “i think there’s a place up ahead.”

sure enough, a small ice cream shop glows in the distance, its neon sign a beacon in the quiet night. matt pulls into the lot, and the group piles out, stretching and joking as they make their way to the counter.

matt stands beside you as the other four order, his hand brushing yours briefly as he pulls out his wallet. “you want anything specific?” he asks.

“you don’t have to—”

“i know,” he interrupts, smiling. “but i want to.”

you werent going to get anything, the mcdonalds was filling enough. but, you give in, letting him treat you to a small vanilla cone, and the two of you wander back to the car with the rest of the group.

as you settle back into the car, the night air cool against your skin, you can’t help but feel a deep sense of belonging. even though you’ve only known them for a short time, it feels like you’ve always been a part of this little group. and as matt’s voice joins in the banter, his arm brushing yours once more, you realize you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

you eventually make your way back to the triplets house, the six of you piling out of the car. matt unlocks the door, signaling for you all to be quiet, as his parents are already asleep.

you all make your way upstairs, chris, nick, and nate going to hang out in chris’ bedroom, since nate is spending the night.

as the six of you tiptoe upstairs, madi pauses at the top of the landing, her phone buzzing in her hand. “my mom’s here,” she whispers. “she’s waiting outside.”

“i’ll walk you down,” nick offers, turning back toward the stairs with her.

“night, guys,” madi says softly, giving a small wave.

“night, madi!” chris and nate chorus, their voices a little too loud. matt shoots chris a look, finger pressed to his lips, and he immediately quiets down, laughing under his breath.

you wave at madi, smiling as she disappears down the stairs with nick. a few moments later, the front door clicks shut, and the sound of a car pulling away drifts faintly through the house.

“she’s nice,” you remark, turning to face him. “her mom seems nice too, from the few times i’ve seen her.”

he nods, gesturing toward the hall. “come on, it’s late”

“are you sure? i feel bad kicking you out of your own bed,” you say, following him.

“you’re not kicking me out,” he replies with a small smile. “i already told you, i don’t mind the couch. besides, i wouldn’t let you sleep in the guest room when you can have a real mattress.”

you shake your head but smile at his thoughtfulness. as you step into his room, you take in the cozy, personal space. the walls are lined with photos, posters, and a few scattered knickknacks that make the room feel lived-in. a flash of the photo of the two of you ‘cuddling’ from the morning earlier flashes through your mind. though, youre snapped out of your thoughts by matts voice speaking up

“you need anything?” matt asks, leaning against the doorframe.

“no, i’m good. thanks,” you reply.

“alright. i’ll let you get changed,” he says, his voice soft as he backs toward the door. “i’ll be in the living room if you need anything.”

“goodnight,” you say, offering him a small smile.

“night,” he replies, closing the door gently behind him.

you quickly change into your pajamas, folding your day clothes into your bag before heading to the bathroom to wash up. when you return to the room, the faint sound of laughter drifts up from downstairs—probably nick and chris teasing each other about something random.

as you settle into matt’s bed, the familiar scent of his cologne lingering in the sheets, you hear a soft knock at the door.

“everything okay?” matt’s voice comes quietly from the other side.

“yeah, i’m all set,” you answer.

he pushes the door open just enough to lean in, his expression relaxed. “just wanted to make sure. today was fun, wasn’t it?”

“it really was,” you agree, sitting up slightly. “your fans are so sweet, and it’s been great getting to know everyone better.”

his lips tug into a small smile, his gaze steady. “i’m glad you’re here. we all are.”

the sincerity in his voice makes your chest feel warm. “thanks, matt. that means a lot.”

he nods, glancing down the hall. “get some rest, okay? today was a long day.”

“goodnight, matt,” you say softly.

“night,” he replies, stepping back and closing the door behind him.

as you lie back under the covers, the quiet of the house wrapping around you, you can’t help but feel a sense of belonging. little by little, you’re finding your place here, and it feels good—natural, even. despite the unfamiliar setting, a wave of comfort washes over you. it feels different—good, and safe. as your eyes drift shut, you can’t help but think that sharing a moment like this with matt feels right.

your thoughts drift to matt’s words from earlier, his quiet kindness and steady presence. the warmth of his smile lingers in your mind, and without meaning to, you find yourself smiling too.

just as sleep begins to tug at you, a soft tap on the door pulls you back.

“it’s me,” matt’s voice calls softly.

“come in,” you say, sitting up slightly.

he peeks in, holding a spare blanket. “i thought you might want an extra, just in case it gets cold.”

you smile, touched by the gesture. “thanks, matt.”

he steps inside, draping the blanket over the edge of the bed. for a moment, he lingers, his gaze meeting yours.

“sleep well, y/n,” he says, his voice low and genuine.

“you too,” you reply, watching as he quietly slips back out, closing the door behind him.

as the house falls silent once more, you settle deeper into the blankets, a warmth blooming in your chest. today had been full of surprises—unexpected moments of connection, laughter, and belonging. and as your eyes finally close, you know one thing for certain: you’re exactly where you’re meant to be.

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choke-me-joey · 2 years ago

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Eddie Munson x fem metalhead cheerleader

Summary: Based on this - how Eddie met his not so typical cheerleader girlfriend and a little exploration of their relationship.

Content warning: 18+ content minors DNI, smoking, underage drinking, drug use, swearing, flirting, smut.

Author's note: I'm sorry.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

"Oh god! Eddie! Eddie, don't stop, don't stop!" Your knees are burning from the scratchy carpet beneath them, and your back is starting to ache from the harsh arch, but the way he was fucking you from behind, staring at you in the full length mirror of your bedroom was more than worth it.

"M'not gonna stop, baby, gotta feel you cream on my cock one more time before I fill this perfect pussy up, yeah? Can you do that for me, princess?" Eddie grits out, the room filled with the sound of skin on skin and his pants and your moans

"Mm, yeah, but want you to cum in my mouth!" You cry out in pleasure as he pulls on your ponytail, yanking your head back.

"Jesus, fuck, baby, you trying to kill me?!" He growls, huffing out a laugh as you smirk at him. He pushes you back down so your chin is pretty much touching the floor, back arched so your ass is up for him as he fucks you, all the while you're maintaining eye contact in the mirror.

You'd already fucked most of the night and as soon as you'd woken up you had, quote, "sucked the soul" out of Eddie's cock, but you honestly couldn't get enough of each other. Once you had finished blowing him and he had finished fucking your brains out in your shower, you'd made him breakfast, bringing it up to your bedroom to eat and he'd said you looked fucking sexy with a plate of waffles in your hand, which had led to you on all fours in front of your mirror.

Your pussy was so sore, so sensitive but you couldn't give a fuck. You craved Eddie like nothing you'd ever experienced before, and he had told you the same. His cock pounds into your g-spot as he keeps a bruising hold on your hips, and your orgasm sneaks up on you, making you cry out his name and your knees almost give out.

"Shit, fuck, baby, turn around-" Eddie gasps, his breath hitching like it did before he came, and you quickly do so. Eddie whips off the condom and you swallow his cock down immediately, taking him to the back of your throat and allowing him to fuck your face. It only takes a few thrusts of his hips before he's spilling into your mouth with heavy pants and a grunt. Your eyes flick up to him as you take his load, pulling off his cock and showing him his seed on your tongue before swallowing with a devilish grin.

Eddie laughs in disbelief, collapsing onto your bed and pulling you with him.

"Where have you been all my life?" He asks, still breathing heavily as he runs his fingers through your hair. "Jesus, I think my dick is gonna fall off."

"Uh uh, not allowed, it's way too good to fall off." You giggle, brushing your nose against his. Eddie squeezed you tighter to him, and for a few minutes you laid in comfortable silence. And then that gnawing feeling reared its ugly head again. After a night of crazy good sex, where it was clear that both of you were after more than simply just getting off. Sleeping together in the same bed with Eddie's arms wrapped around you the ENTIRE time, watching movies together and cuddling, kisses that were soft, tender and loving, it was like you were a couple already.

So...were you?

"So, uh..." you both say at the same time.

"Oh, you first," Eddie says and you laugh, shaking your head.

"You first, I'm always the one talking first."

"Okay, so, uh, I've been thinking, you know, in the small amount of time I've had between, y'know, mind blowing orgasms." He chuckles, sitting up on his elbows and looking down at you laid next to him. "Is this-" he gestures between the two of you "I mean...do you want- I mean, I definitely want but I don't know if you want this to be- fuck, why is this so hard?"

You giggle, unable to hide your smile.

"Eddie, just say it." You say gently, and he links his fingers through yours.

"Do you wanna be my girlfriend?"

"Honestly, I was getting tired of waiting for you to ask," you grin, rolling on top of him and kissing him. "Yeah, I really wanna be your girlfriend. Do you wanna be my boyfriend?"

"Abso-fucking-lutley, baby."

A few weeks pass, and you and Eddie had made no secret of your relationship despite the odd looks you'd first gotten when you'd strolled through the halls of Hawkins High hand in hand. Eddie was reluctant at first, not wanting the backlash to rain down on you for dating the resident Satanic-cult leading freak, but you promptly told him that you did not care. You were happy, he was happy, fuck everyone else.

The last few weeks were a brilliant blur, filled with dates, DnD, make out sessions leading to more mind blowing orgasms than you could count, and late night sneaking out of the house, or sneaking Eddie into your room because you both missed each other too much. You knew you were in love with him, and he was with you, but neither of you had the balls to say it yet.

Well, at least that's what you thought.

On your month anniversary of dating, you and Eddie had arranged to meet in the woods after he'd carried out a quick deal; you weren't able to hang out tonight thanks to homework, but you had an hour to spend with your beloved Eddie before you'd have to go home. At least you'd have time to celebrate a little.

And Eddie was going to tell you he loved you.

Your last period was gym, which ran over a little, so Eddie had a little time to get himself to your spot, and make sure he looked presentable and not like a nervous wreck. He'd never told anyone he loved them before, apart from his mom years ago and maybe Wayne once or twice. And yeah sure he loved his guitar, and he loved Metallica and he loved weed but you....you came above all of that. His future, marriage, kids, all of that had never crossed his mind before you'd spoken to him and now, now it was all he could think about when he thought of you.

Maybe it was too soon, but Eddie was 20, soon to be 21, and Wayne had been nagging on him more and more recently to start getting his act together for a better future. He didn't want to be stuck in his grimy bedroom for the next 40 years.

Eddie's heart was already pounding and his palms were sweaty as the final bell of the day rang, and he quickly made his way to his locker to pick up some stuff before meeting you. He input the code, gave it a smack as usual and the door swung open, and a small Polaroid fell out and onto the floor by Eddie's feet.

"What the-" Eddie definitely hadn't left that there. He bent down, chuckling as he picked it up. You were so cute, leaving him little pictures in his-

"Fuck?" When he turned the Polaroid over, his blood ran cold.

It was a picture of a very naked you. He knew it was you, he'd had more than enough experience with your naked body to know it was, despite your face being cut off from your mouth up. Spread out on your back, tits on display and a hand teasingly covering your pussy. The hand that wasn't covering your pussy was sucking your finger suggestively. Below the photo was a note that made Eddie feel like he had been punched in the stomach and chest simultaneously.

You didn't think she really wanted you, did you?

Eddie's heart hammered in his fucking ears as he stuffed the picture into his pocket. He slammed his locker shut and stormed out of the building.

You didn't bother to change out of your gym clothes to meet Eddie; he'd made a comment about the shorts looking "fucking hot" on you once before and honestly, you pretty much figured they wouldn't be staying on for long.

When you approached your meeting spot, you immediately sensed something was off. Eddie was pacing, when usually he'd just be sat at the picnic bench rolling a joint or something. Maybe his deal hadn't gone well?

"Hey handsome," you smile as he glances in your direction as he hears you approaching. He doesn't return your smile. "Eddie? You okay?"

He lets out a humourless laugh, and your stomach twists. This wasn't like him at all. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out something, throwing it down onto the picnic table.

"So, Y/N, trying to make your way through all the guys in the senior year, huh? Ticked off all the guys on the football team, basketball team, swim team, thought you'd check off the freak of Hawkins too?"

You glance down at the object on the table, and your hand flies to your mouth when you realise what it is. You snatch it up, reading the note on the bottom.

"Eddie, this-this isn't what-"

"It looks like?" Eddie sneers and you flinch at his tone. It's cruel, cold, the opposite of your Eddie. "Please, Y/N, I'm not fucking stupid."

"And I'm telling you this isn't what you think!" You protest. "I'm with you, Eddie, I lo-"

"Don't. Don't fucking go there, Y/N." He hisses, and you curse at yourself for letting tears escape. "I'm sorry I put a temporary stop in your Dicks of Hawkins High checklist, but don't worry, you can tick me off and carry on."

"W-what?" Your blood runs cold and you stare at Eddie, who doesn't meet your eyes. His own eyes look red and wet and he hastily wipes at them with the sleeve of his shirt. "Eddie, what are you saying?"

He stays silent. You let out a sharp exhale, your sadness suddenly flipping to anger. Who the fuck did he think he was?!

"You're not even going to give me a chance to explain? You automatically just assume that, what, I'm a whore and this whole time I've just been gearing up to hurt you? Fuck you, Munson." You spit out with a venomous scoff, concealing a sob. He watches as you snatch up the picture and stuff it in your bag before walking away. When you've disappeared from sight, he drives his fist into the nearest tree trunk, cursing out loud.

What had he done?

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somnianyx · 2 years ago

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GN!Reader || Content: angst, fluffy moments, character death, comfort/hurt

There's a mention of girl but other than that's it's completely gender neutral. It's just cuz I don't know what to use to replace it so feel free to use other terms you like.

It's a lengthy oneshot and honestly it kinda sucks. more dialogue than actions too.

"Waa it's snowing really heavily today!" You exclaimed, observing the falling snowflakes like someone who had never seen snow before.

"What's so impressive about the snow that your jaw looks like it'll fall off any second?" Sae sips his coffee, not looking up at you from his laptop.

You turned to him, eyebrow slightly furrowed. "You just don't get it. It means christmas is around the corner! Although it does get a little too cold sometimes..." Shivers ran up your spine as soon as the words left your lips.

Sae abruptly stood up, holding his hand out for you. Albeit a bit confused, you let your lover drag you towards the couch, sitting you down before disappearing to your shared bedroom.

"What are you doing?" Sae didn't respond, he came out with the blanket you had folded just this morning. "Hey! I just folded that-"

"You said it's cold right? Let's cuddle on the couch." Instead of him, you're the one who got all embarrassed. His straightforwardness is one of the things you love about him but you swear its going to kill you one day.

Concerned by your slightly red face, he dropped the blanket he was holding beside you and puts his hand on your forehead. "Did you already get a fever? Your face is quite red. Maybe I should turn up the heater."

"No! I'm fine! Just... embarrassed." You tried to avoid his confused gaze, feeling his eyes linger on your face trying to decipher the reason.

"Why are you embarrassed? Nothing is embarrassing about being cold."

His question just made you even more flustered, "You shouldn't be so nice to me! What if I fell harder for you, stupid Sae."

"It's only natural that I'll be nice since we're a couple. Isn't that something to be happy for?"

"Yeah, but sometimes you'll have to go abroad for nationals. I won't be able to see you for months and I'll miss you too much that I won't wanna let you go."

"You're not making any sense since I take you with me on every single trip." He sighed and slightly shook his head from your antics, "I'm not going to any nationals soon remember? I took the year off so we can prepare for our wedding."

Hearing that puts a little smile on your face that didn't go unnoticed. Your fiancé tilts his head, giving you a short kiss before making his way to the kitchen.

"Ah! Sae, come back! It's too cold."

"I'm making you something warm to drink. Be a good girl and wait for me."

December 24th, 20xx

"Did you get everything we needed for tonight's dinner?" Sae's voice came from your phone.

"Mhm! Did you got the cake that I said I wanted that day?"

"It's right here beside me. I don't see why you specifically want this cake."

"Cause I heard it was so good that you had to wait a whole day in line just to even get a slice! I wanted to try it once in my life y'know?"

"..."

"Sae?"

"People had to wait in line a whole day for this? The owner just gave me the whole cake when I asked for it. Said its for my lovely fiancé to enjoy."

"What!?"

"What?"

"Wow... this must be one of the benefits to have a famous soccer player as your lover."

"We've been together for 3 years. How do you just realize that?"

"I'm just kidding. What were you doing the whole day outside then if not for the cake?"

"I went to buy some more gifts that I thought you would like. You were practically making googly eyes on that watch we saw at the mall the other day."

"Ack! I thought I was being sneaky.."

"You're bad at being sneaky. You know damn well I only had my eyes on you the entire time."

You giggled at his remark, "Yes yes~ I'm gonna start preparing dinner now. Drive home safe Sae ♡︎"

"Can't you wait till I get home so we can make it together?"

"Nope! See you soon. I love you."

"I love you more, (Y/N)"

You walked back into your shared apartment, holding Sae's favorite takeout when the both of you were too lazy to cook. Setting it aside on the kitchen counter, you proceeded with your normal afterwork routine.

You put on his clothes, his scent surprisingly still lingering although noticeably lesser the more you wear it. Rolling into your bed, you wrapped yourself with the blanket you guys share every night. It smells just like him, in a way it feels strangely comforting yet it makes your heart ache.

Missing his voice, you unlocked your phone and set it beside your ear so you can hear him perfectly.

"Hello?"

"Sae..."

"(Y/N), I'm gonna be little late. The road is slippery and there's traffic so I'll have to be extra careful. Will you be okay?"

"No, I won't be."

"Let me know if you're missing any other ingredients. I'll pick it up on the way home. I'm sorry I couldn't get home faster to cook dinner with you."

"You idiot. You don't have to apologize. I told you I'll take care of it."

"(Y/N), I'm bad at expressing my feelings but somehow it feels right to say this now. I hope we can spend Christmas together for the rest of our lives. New years, valentine's day, white day. I promise we'll spend it all together."

"You're such a meanie Sae."

"The traffic is starting to move. I'll tell you more when I get home. Please call me when you hear this. I love you, (Y/N)."

"So mean..."

Before you even notice, tears were already streaming down your face. Slightly dampening the blanket you're holding close to your body.

Voicemail sent at December 24th 20xx, 8:43pm

"You didn't even fulfill your promise of spending this year's Christmas with me. Now I have to spend new years alone too? How cruel of a man you are Itoshi.."

You place your hand on the permanent divot from where his body once occupied the space next to yours. Remembering how you fell asleep to his heartbeat as he held you close, his free hand playing with your hair and the way he places a small kiss on your forehead when he's sure you're slumbering.

"Sae... It's cold. Please come back.."

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urfavoritedcwhore · 4 months ago

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the russian boy//part nine

warnings: swearing, mentions of drug use

not proof read

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disclaimer: drugs aren't cool, don't do them. rehab isn't fun. blah blah blah

-the author, a former addict

part nine: the errands

i sit up, close my laptop, and give boris a small smile. "is your dad home?", i ask remembering that his dad was supposed to home today. "yea, he leave again tomorrow. i tell him i went to potters house.", he tells me trying to scoot himself under the blankets. i watch him as he struggles with the tucked in sheets and laugh, "oh so i guess you're sleeping here tonight?", you say as he finally gets the blankets free and crawls under them. "you don't want me to?", he asks with a smile, already knowing my answer. "yes sure i want you to.", i say rolling my eyes dramatically and laughing. i lift the blanket up and place myself under it. he extends his arm above my head and pats his chest. "what?", i ask him confused. "lay here.", he says like its obvious what im supposed to do. i look at him for a moment then chuckle, "no.", i say making my face serious. this takes him aback, "why not?", he asks with confusion on his face. "because it's awkward and we're not gonna act like a full on couple till we decide that's what we want.", i explain to him. "till you decide what you want, i already know what i want.", he corrects me. "fine till i decide what i want.", i say back to him moving my hair out of my face. for the record, i know what i want. i know i want to date him. i know i want him to be the perfect boy for me, but i don't know him well enough to be positively sure he is the perfect boy. i mean seriously, i truly like him, but i feel like ive only meet the surface of him. i want to know more about him, i want to understand him completely before i make the commitment of a relationship. what we have right now is perfect in my opinion. hanging out a lot and minor physical affection that consists of small peaks on his cheeks or his lips. now believe me, and im gonna say this with my whole chest, i would love nothing more then for this boy to take me to pound town. not just yet though. i like him too much to let him be a situationship. i want us to be real, and the only way to do that is by putting time into us. and by the way, yes i understand that I've kissed him, but voluntarily cuddling with him feels way more intimate. "we did this last night, no?", he says remembering the way we woke up together this morning i assume. he continues, "was not awkward last night, does not have to be awkward now. it can be like.....friendly cuddles,eh? me and potter do all the time.", he says trying to convince me, still patting his chest. i think about his words and come up with a compromise, "how about this, when i fall asleep tonight you can move me onto you like you did last night. that way it won't be awkward for me cause i'll be asleep, and you'll still get to wake up cuddling me.", i say meeting him halfway. he smiles, "well now i definitely won't fall asleep before you.", he says. he drops his arm around my shoulder, "i have long arms,nowhere else to put them!", he says holding his free hand up defensively when he sees the look on my face. i laugh, "i'll let it slide this time.", i say turning away from him and turning off my lamp. i drop to my side and lay facing my bedside table, and feel his body drop flat as well. his arm is still around my shoulder, now trapped underneath my body. i feel the bed shift and turn my head to see he's now laying the same direction as me. i turn back around and let my eyes fall shut. before i can drift off to sleep he whispers, "new girl?". "mm", i say back not fully awake but also not asleep, somewhere in the limbo between them. "i take you on...errands with me tomorrow, yes?", he asks me. "mhm yea sure boris.", i say sleepy. he scooches closer to me, holding me in a spooning possession. i debate scooting away, but decide he's too warm and i'm too sleepy to move. "will be fun i promise.", i hear him say as i drift off to sleep.

i wake up with my face buried in boris shoulder, our body's facing eachother, and my legs wrapped around his hips like i'm a spider monkey. i stay in my possession cursing asleep lucy for putting me in this situation. i try to think of a way to free myself without waking him. i carefully unwrap legs from his body, and lift my arms that are draped across his neck. i slide out of bed carefully and grab my phone. it's 10:30am? i'm suprised mom didn't come upstairs to say goodbye when she left for work this morning, but then again i'm fucking glad she didn't. i make my way to the bathroom connected to my room and just as i walk in my phone falls out of my hand and hits the tile floor. "fuck", i whisper to myself, clenching my teeth and turning around expecting to see boris wide awake. i turn my head and see him laying in the same position he was when i got up, with his mouth open and his eyes closed. huh. i guess boris is a heavy sleeper. noted. i turn back around and close the bathroom door behind me. i'm desperate for a shower. i turn the shower knob up, and take off my clothes, leaving them in a empty box that i unpacked my towels from a few days ago, as a makeshift laundry basket. i step into the shower letting out a long sigh as the warm water hits my face. i take out my body scrub and lather myself down, scrubbing until i feel clean. i wet my hair and massage my shampoo into it almost moaning at how nice it feels to wash all the day old chlorine from the pool out of it. i rinse the suds out of my hair and step out, turning the shower off. i grab two towels from the bathroom closet and dry off my body before wrapping one towel around my body, and one around my hair. i walk over to my sink wiping away the condensation from my mirror and grabbing my toothbrush brush. i brush my teeth as i hum "i feel pretty", that song always gets stuck inside of my head after i watch wss. i place down my tooth brush and open my bathroom door to see boris sitting on the edge of my bed, putting on his Tshirt that he must have slung off at some point last night. i toss my phone onto the bed, "how'd ya sleep?", i ask looking around through my boxes for clean clothes to put on. "like a fucking king new girl. i don't even have to put you on me last night, you turn around and cling to me.", he says standing up and sitting right back down after grabbing his shoes from the floor. "i can't control what i do in my sleep.",. i say with a smile and a shrug as i pull out a pair of shorts and a tank top from a box. "turn around.", i tell him, to which he obeys immediately and faces the wall on far side of my bed. i check to make sure he can't see me and grab a pair of pink sparkly underwear from the box. (listen i just moved here, i don't know where all my thongs are so i'll have to settle for my pink granny panties.). i drop my towel and put on my underwear, shorts, and tank top. "alright you can look now.", i say as i take the towel off of my hair. he nods at my outfit with a smile, "let me go home and brush my teeth, then i'll be ready.", he tells me standing up. "ready for what?", i ask him as he walks my bedroom door. i stop him before i can get my answer, "nuhuh, you come in through the window, you leave through the window. thems the rules kid.", i say blocking him from the door with a smile and pointing to the window. he puts on a crooked smile, "fine fine.", he says turning around and walking to the window. "you just want me to leave like tony leaves", he says as he gets to the window. this boy is going to be making west side story references for as long as he may live, mark my words. i smile at him and shrug my shoulders. "we run errands today new girl, you promise you come with last night.", he says climbing out my window. before i can say anything else he's halfway down the latter and humming "maria", (not very on key if i might add). i shut my window and flop on my bed vaguely remembering the promise of running errands with him. i sit on my phone and scroll through twitter for a long moment before a text pops up on my phone.

boris

in the car. come down when ready.

i slide on my crocs, grab my cart, and head downstairs. i go to the kitchen and leave a note for mom, in case she comes home while im gone (just in case one of our phones are dead and she can't reach me).

going out with my friend for awhile.

see you soon. xoxo

-lucy

i stick the note to the fridge and walk outside. i walk up to boris's car, he gets out to allow me to crawl to the passenger seat. i pick up the pack of cigarettes on the dash and pluck one out, placing it between my lips and lighting it with the lighter in the cup holder. boris gets back in the car holds out his fingers for the cigarette. instead of handing it to him, i place it in between his lips and hold it there for him to drag as he backs out of his driveway. after he takes a few drags of the cigarette, exhaling each puff through his nose, i bring it back to my lips a do the same. "are we not picking up theo?", i ask him as he drives towards the entrance of our neighborhood. "no, he say he wants to keep sleeping and will see us tonight.", he tells me, focusing on the road. "what kind of errands are we running?", i wonder out loud, which draws a small laugh from his lips. "look in here.", he says opening the center console of his car. i turn my head and peak in it to see his small baggie of weed, and about three small bags consisting of white powder. my face glows in excitement and suprise, "is this what i think it is my dear friend?", i say picking up on of the small bags and grinning a grin too big for my face. he looks over at me and smirks, "new girl, don't tell me you do coke.", he says with a hint of disbelief and suspicion in his voice. "i don't "do coke" per say, but when offered it i may partake now and then.", i admit truthfully, which he chuckles at. "you keep surprising me. doesn't let shoes touch her bed sheets, but lets drugs touch her nose. you have interesting brain new girl.", he says as i place the bag back in the console and shut it. let's get a few things straight. i am not a coke addict. i am not a drug addict. when you grow up in new orleans you are legitimately surrounded partying people. when i was back home and would go to parties i would definitely do a bump or two, but do i need it everyday? no. is it something i do by myself? no. is it fun to do to help me let loose and not think about my incredibly shitty life? yes, yes it is. judge me if you want, i certainly judge myself for it but hey, you never know what'd you do in someone else's shoes. "i'm assuming we're dropping those off to people?", i say to him as he drives down a road i've never been on before. "i promised the people who buy from me that i give it to them today, so yes. is ok?", he asks turning to meet my eyes as we stop at a red light. "fine with me.", i say meeting his gaze. the light turns green and he gives me a quick smile before turning back to look at the road. "is supposed to be a party tonight at some private school boys house, i think that's why everyone wants me to bring them their cut today, all the rich kids that go to the private school do the coke.", he says nonchalantly as we make a left turn into a fancy looking neighborhood. my ears perk at this, "a party?", i ask turning to him with an excited smile while i flick my cigarette out of the window . he keeps his eyes on the road and we come to a stop at an empty playground in the neighborhood. well almost empty. "one second Piękny.", he says rolling down his window and giving a two fingered wave to a short muscular boy who's sitting on a bench in the playground.

i have no idea what he just called me but i really don't care right now, im too interested in his sudden change of demeanor as the boy walks up to the car. his face is serious, like the first day i met him, and he doesn't take his eyes off the boy as he approaches us. boris opens the console and grabs one of the bags, feeling the weight in his hand, without looking away from the boy. the boy finally gets to the car and says hello to boris as he smiles a toothy grin. boris nods at him silently and shifts his eyes from the boys eyes to the wad of cash in his right hand. the boys grin turns into more of a closed mouth half smile as he hands boris the money. boris counts it quickly and silently then proceeds to give the boy an approving nod handing him the bag. the boy mutters a awkward thanks and turns around walking away. boris slides the money in his front pocket and rolls up the window. as he starts to drive he lets out a spew of laughter, which tells me it's appropriate for me to laugh now. "ha! did you see how scared i make him?", he asked turning to me in between laughs. "he was fucking shaking! poor dude!", i say laughing so hard my stomach aches. when our laughter dies down he responds to my question from before, "yes new girl, party.". "well can we go?", i ask him excitedly. "eh maybe. is sketchy. i hang around sometimes in case someone wants to buy, but i don't know if i want you there.", he says hesitantly. oh come on. this is not a good look for boris. if i wanna go i'll go i don't need him to tell me that he "doesn't know" if he wants me there. "well if you don't go with me i'll find out where it is and go alone.", i say back quickly. he rolls his eyes as he blows past a stop sign, "fine, we can go. if it start to get...what's the word?", he brings his finger to the side of his head drawing imaginary circles, "crazy?", i say assuming that's the word he's looking for. "ah yes, if it starts to get the crazy we will leave. girls can get hurt at those parties, has happened before.", he tells me with a sigh. "deal", i say happily. i can handle myself if things get "crazy". i'm sure i've been to far more out of control parties then the one we're going to tonight, but my agreement seems to make him happy so i leave it at that. we make a few more stops that were almost exactly like our first stop; we pull up to some rich neighborhood, a kid comes up to boris's car, boris stares them down, counts the money they give him, hands them their bag without a word, and we die laughing as we drive off. after we drop off all four bags we start driving home. "here.", boris says picking up his phone from his lap, "get theo's number from my phone, put in yours, and tell him we're going a saint john's party tonight.". "saint johns?", i ask taking his phone from his hand. "the name of the private school.", he tells me. i think i remember seeing the saint johns school on the way into town. it was small, but looked pretty fancy. i turn on his phone and try to get in but it has a password. smart man, he knows better than anyone to put a lock on his phone considering he broke into mine to sneak his number in their and get my number. "passcode?", i ask him looking up at him. "i think is 1221325, try that.", his brows furrow as he try's to remember the numbers. i laugh, "how do you not know your passcode for certain?", i ask pushing the numbers into the lock screen. "i just change, still trying to memorize.", he tells me as the phone unlocks. i scroll through his small list of contacts in which mine is called, "new girl", very flattering contact name. i find theo after clicking on one that's called, "potter🪄", and add the number into my phone, making him a contact and sending him a short text.

t͟h͟e͟o͟

hey, it's lucy, boris gave

me your number and

told me to tell you that

we’re going to a “saint

john’s” party tonight.

i put boris's phone in his lap and shut off mine. we pull into our neighborhood and take the five minute trip down the street to get to our houses. i pick up my phone and see the nonification of theo's text.

theo

FUCK YEAH! hey ask boris if he can

bring me molly. tell him i say pretty pleaseeee,

he's not answering his phone rn.

i look back up from my phone and at him. are there any drugs he does sell? "theo wants you to bring him molly when we go to the party tonight.", i tell him with a knowing smile. "maybe. he only likes to do it when someone else does it with him and if i go with you tonight then i won't be getting high.", he explains to me. "i'll do it with theo.", i say nonchalantly. he looks over to me and laughs, "ha! you want to do molly?", he asks with his eyebrows raised. "what's so funny about that? i can handle it.", i say back to him slightly defensive. "have you ever done before?", he asks me. i debate on whether to be honest or lie but decide im gonna tell him the truth so i dont have to pretend to know what it feels like. "well, no. but there's a first time for everything.", i say to him confidently. he looks at me with a smirk, "how about this, we go to the party and afterwards if you still want to try, me, you, and potter will all take together, yes?", he asks me. "i don't want you to do while you're there. it would be scary with so many people. plus i want to get fucked too tonight and if you're getting fucked at the party that means i can't.", he tells me. honestly im shocked. i imagined he would say no all together. doing it after the party with just him and theo does sound more fun than just doing it with theo while im in a crowd of people i don't know. "sounds good to me.", i tell him with a smile. i give him a very quick thank you kiss and watch him give me a toothy grin after. he opens the car door and steps out, which allows me to crawl across from the passenger side and get out as well. "thanks for taking me on your little errand run, but im gonna go inside and eat before i start getting ready for the party.", i tell him as we stand outside of his car. "you go do that new girl, answer phone when i text!", he tells me as i walk away to my house. "i will!", i call back as i open my front door and walk inside. tonight is gonna be so fucking fun.

end of part nine, i’ll probably have part ten published by tmrw:)

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Taking photos (Ace x Izzy Stradlin and Nick x Slash Hudson) (both females)

(Fully in Ace’s pov)

Me, Nick, Izzy and Slash all went out to go hangout together. I ended up bringing my camera.

We were walking around looking at everything and talking, Izzy had his arm wrapped around my shoulder as we walked and Slash was practically hanging onto Nick because they were laughing at something.

“Guys I have an idea” I said

“What is it babe..?” Izzy spoke, lifting one of his eyebrows.

Nick and Slash stopped at looked at me

“What if we took some pictures, I kind of brought my camera for a reason” I said

“That's completely fine with me, what do you guys say?” Izzy said, turning around to look at Nick and Slash.

“I like that idea, good thinking of bringing your camera Ace” Nick said sounding excited

“Sure, that sounds pretty interesting,” Slash said.

I pulled my camera out of my bag and we started discussing photos to take, first a pic of me and Nick, we couldn't keep a straight face at all because we were both laughing at the camera as Slash took the pic.

Another photo we took was of Nick and Slash, Slash had Nick tightly held against him, Nick was a blushing mess, then they took another photo together, Slash was holding Nick up in his arms, now that one was really cute.

And me and Izzy took a couple photos together, one was where he had kneeling down while I wrapped my arms around his neck behind him, another one was where Nick got a really big close up of us having our noses pressed against each others, I was a blushing mess, (my personal favorite

Then me and Nick got Izzy and Slash to get some photos together (even though they've been in photos together many times)

“Okay guys come on..” I spoke pushing them around to the camera shot

Me and Nick went over behind the camera as I steadied it while Nick was just gazing at Slash so much non stop

“Are y'all mad or something..?” Nick said chuckling a little

“Izzy stop trying to be serious, we both know you wanna smile babe” I spoke in a loving way

“What the hell are you talking about?” Slash spoke as he lifted an eyebrow at Nick

“You've gotta be kidding me, not that look again” Nick spoke

“Please smile for me babe..” I spoke trying to get him to smile

Izzy sighed and looked at me lovingly “Anything for you beautiful..”

“Slash I mean it or no kisses or cuddles” Nick spoke kind of sounding annoyed in him

“Hmm.. nah you're still gonna have to give me cuddles and kisses either way babe” Slash spoke chuckling a little

I took the picture and looked over at Nick who was basically death staring Slash

Nick looked back at me “I swear I'm gonna hit him with a rolled up newspaper”

I chuckled as Nick said that to me “That would be hilarious”

Nick laughed as well “Oh look a rolled up newspaper, must me my lucky day”

We both laughed and I put my camera away back in its bag, I slung the bag strap over my shoulder as I walked over to Izzy “Izzy.. can I wear your vest..???”

He looked at me and chuckled “Of course sweetheart” He took the vest off that was draping over his white collared shirt and he draped it on my Bon Jovi “Slippery when wet” t-shirt.

As well for Nick she didn’t really ask slash for his Jean jacket she stole it while he was not looking and she said to him

“I'll Bring it back in a couple decades” She chuckled little bit while putting on the jacket

That was when Izzy was talking to Slash and me and Nick were giggling about it, Izzy said to Slash “Dude your jacket is missing”

“Huh- where the hell did it-” Slash looked over at me and Nick and saw his jean jacket on Nick, he signed and said to Izzy “Those are our girls”

Izzy leaned against the stone behind him “God I love Ace so much..”

Slash looked over at Izzy “You are so in love with her”

Izzy smiled and glanced at her, admiring her features “That's my girl right there”

“Shall we join our girlfriends Izzy.?” Slash spoke

“Absolutely” He stopped leaning against the brink and walked over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist and hiding his face in the crook of my neck

I felt his arms wrap around me and I looked up at him and smiled, I spoke softly “Hey babe..”

Slash walked over to Nick and wrapped his arm around her shoulder, she said “Oh heyy Slash, i'm surprised you noticed that your jacket was gone”

Slash looked over at Nick, giving her that stare “Izzy was the one who pointed it out”

Nick glared at slash and said “Do not give that stare it’s not my fault Mr.pretty boy”

Slash looked at Nick and sighed before pulling Nick close to him “Just shush.. let me love you okay.?”

Nick was blushing like crazy and said to him “Fine fine”

I looked over at Nick and Slash “Ooooo”

“Shush..” Nick said giving me a death stare

I chuckled “Alright alright..” I felt Izzy's lips press against my neck and blush appeared on my cheeks

Of course Nick noticed a hickey on Ace neck and said “ACE YOU SLY FOX I SEE YOU”

“HUH- What are you talking-” I said as I looked down at my neck noticing the mark there I was completely embarrassed now as I felt Izzy chuckled against my neck

“Izzy.. whyyyy” I spoke to him in a hushed tone.

“Because I wanted to..” He said in a confident tone.

“Jackass”

“But you love me so you can't argue”

“Damn you”

“Love you too babe” He said pressing a kiss on my neck again

Nick looked at me and gave me a one eyebrow lift stare “Mmm girl you got some explaining to do”

“Nu uh, I do not, anyways should we get back home, the sun's starting to set”

“Ace is right, we should get back before it gets dark on us” Slash said.

Izzy lifted his head off of my neck and stood beside me again. “I heard it might rain”

“Well that's something you really should have mentioned earlier Iz”

“Sorry love, I just forgot because we've been so caught up in taking photos” Izzy spoke.

“Rain?” Nick said looking at ace with a stern look on her face knowing her hair will get frizzy up in the rain

“That means my hair will go flat and it won't be so fluffed up, but that also means my hair taking forever to dry, wonderful” I said with a small bit of sadness knowing that last part

“Oh Ace, it won't be that bad, once it dries it will be perfectly fine” Izzy said to me

“Yeah I know.. but still”

“Ace and Izzy y'all do realize me and Slash’s hair is not for rain especially Slash’s hair besides he always looks like a wet dog when his hair is wet, no offense Slash” Nick signed while looking at Ace and Izzy

“Well we all have our personal problems with our hair when rain hits it” I said sighing

“Alright let’s quit the yapping and get going before it really pours on us” Slash said quickly, already starting to move Nick along.

“Watch the hair watch the hair do not touch it I love you and all but don’t touch it especially when it’s gonna rain” Nick said to Slash while giving him a stern look

“Calm down Nick” Slash chuckled softly while still moving her along

“Well we better catch up to them before they leave us in the rain Iz” I said, grabbing his hand as we caught up with Nick and Slash.

“Jesus Christ guys wait up” Izzy said

“I’m calm I’m very calm right now at this very moment of course but me and rain do not get along at all you know that” Nick sighed again knowing she was gonna get wet from the rain

As we all started walking home I felt a small drip of water hit my nose, I looked up at the sky and it got really dark and gloomy. “Shit, guys I just felt a drop”

“Please tell me you is joking Ace” Nick looked at her with a concerned look on her face

“I wish I was” I looked back up at the sky, feeling more rain drops “Fuck.. Nick, are you good at running..?”

“my hair my fucking hair is gonna be damn ruined by this damn rain” Nick said with annoyance

“Well we better get our asses going then huh.?” “Slash said raising his eyebrows

“Look at you pretty boy your hair is fine but look at my hair my hair is getting soaked damnit” Nick said while rolling her eyes

“Do you wanna keep standing here or do you wanna get going.?” Slash said

“I don't know about y'all but I'm getting my ass out of here” Izzy said, grabbing onto my hand and taking me with him as we ran through the rain.

“Let’s get going but Slash this conversation is not over and I mean it” She said giving him a death stare

“Fine” Slash said grabbing Nick's hand and they started running to go catch up with Ace and Izzy

Then they all eventually ended up getting back home where it was cozy and warm.

Part 1 Complete

#izzy stradlin #slash hudson #guns n' roses #rock and roll

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