#on that note good night please wish me luck getting out of bed and to work on time or my boss will talk to me about it again

[mashmouths]

OKAY GOOD NIGHT !

[mywritersmind]

GO OUT WITH ME - LN4

summary : Lando doesn’t beg. But when it comes to y/n, he can’t help it.

listen up : nothing big to note! just cuteness

word count : 945

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“Go out with me.” He says for the third time today, watching me swipe on my strawberry lip gloss. I pocket the bottle into my jeans pocket, crossing my arms over my black vest. I look to Lando who’s behind me in his papaya suit.

“Could you please stop bothering my friend?” Oscar says, sitting on a stool in his own driver's room.

“I will if she says yes.” He looks at me with big blue eyes, smiling. Too bad I have to crush his dreams.

“No.” I shrug and look back to my childhood best friend.

“Why are you even here, Lan?” Oscar leans his head back against the wall.

“What do you mean? I love hanging out with my bestie!” He stands, messing with Oscar’s hair. I laugh a bit and his face lights up, “Go out with me.”

“Goodbye Lando!” Oscar pushes him out the door and slams it in his face. “You know he will stop if you ask him, right?”

I look at my manicure, sighing, “Yeah, I know.”

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Lando won. I go to a race to watch Oscar and everywhere I turn, Landos face is being projected onto some screen. I was there in Miami and now I'm here in the Netherlands.

I’m leaving the paddock when I literally run into the man. I told you he’s everywhere!

He’s smiling like I've never seen before, sweaty and laughing before he looks up at me, “Shit, Y/n! I’m sorry.”

“No problem.” I shake my head, “Congrats, by the way.” He bites his lip, his suit unzipped and water bottle in hand.

“Thanks! You must be a good luck charm.” he winks and I'm thoroughly reminded how attractive he is. I won’t go out with him but that doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate him.

“You going out to celebrate?” He’s walking with me through the hall.

“Nah I want fast food and a movie.” He shakes his head, a curl falling onto his forehead. “Join me?”

“Bye, Norris.” I walk out the door.

I can practically hear the smile in his sweet accent, “See you later, Y/l/n.”

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I knock on Oscar’s door repeatedly, “Open up, Idiot!”

No reply.

My stupid best friend hasn’t responded to me all night, we had plans for me to cheer him up after his crappy race but he’s totally ditching me!

“That’s my room.” I freeze when he speaks. The British accent is one that I will not confuse with Oscars.

I slowly turn to Lando, “Oh.”

“Any reason you’ve come for a visit?” He holds a bucket of ice and a dutch chocolate bar. “Change your mind about the date?”

I pull my lips into a thin line, “No! I’m looking for Oscar.”

He walks closer to me, “We switched rooms. He's a level down.”

“Shit.” I roll my eyes, “You think he’s asleep?”

“Definitely. Seemed wiped after today.” He shrugs and eyes the bag I'm holding.

I was supposed to cheer him up after a crappy race, I bought all the Australian treats I could find, “Great.” I sigh. ”He’s leaving tomorrow morning so now I’m stuck with all these snacks.”

“Snacks?” Lando almost laughs, “Poor you, stuck with food.”

“Australian snacks! We were supposed to watch ‘How to lose a guy in ten days’ and he was supposed to complain about it!” I frown, I don’t get to see Oscar often even though he’s just come from break, I barely saw him.

Lando unlocks his room, “I’m sorry. I’d invite you in but I'm assuming you’d say no.”

“Lando Norris… Are you giving up?”

His head shoots up when I say it, “No! I’m respecting your wishes.” He opens the door and walks in, clearly waiting for me to make my decision.

I push past him and jump the snacks onto his bed, “Oscar told me you don’t like tim tams.”

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An hour later I find myself watching Oscar and I’s movie with Lando. He’s actually really funny, and genuinely thinks this movie is hilarious.

I’m caught looking at him, “Everything okay?”

I nod slowly, pretending like I wasn’t just examining his face, “Can I ask you something?” He nods, “If I said yes… to a proper date- what would you do?”

He smiles, “Probably jump for joy, if i’m being honest.”

I roll my eyes.

“You know I don’t just ask you out on some whim right?“ He’s being serious. “I like you. I want to get to know you more.” He says it so casually but I can tell he’s nervous.

I can’t breathe, “More than just Oscar's friend?”

Lando shakes his head, toying with a candy in his hand, “You’ve always been more than Oscar's friend.”

“Then, yes.” I’m certain this time.

“Yes?”

“Yes i’ll go out with you.”

He blinks.

“You better not be joking.”

“I’m not!” I laugh and he puts his head into his hands, “Lando!”

“I knew you’d come around!” He points at me before pausing again, “This isn’t some pity thing, right? Just because I’m alone after I won doesn’t mean I’m all sad or something!”

“Lando.” I try but he keeps going.

“I did win, after all! And I don’t want you to say yes because of that either because it’s cool and all but I am more than a win also I swear I have other friends besides Os-”

“Lando!” I laugh and grab his face. He stops speaking, “I want to go out with you. Because you’re you.”

I can feel his heart beating, “That’s good.”

“Very good.” I agree. His smile hits me once more and I match it, “You’re cute.”

“I think I'm dreaming.”

note : race was TOUGHHH today😭 had to write smt happy to cope. loved it for charles tho can’t lie! hope you enjoy!

[luvyeni]

SAY CHEESE ,, 나재민

pairings ‎⸝⸝⸝ model!jaemin x fem!reader wc. 2.5k+

genre. smut

𓄷 includes ... fingering, unprotected sex, corruption kink, praise kink

「 authors note 𖹭 」 i needed a soft one , been doing cheating and yandere fics all week.

❪ masterlist! ❫

“i don't know chaewon,” you hear your roommate's footsteps padding behind you as you make your way into your bedroom— she was right on your hip as tried to close the door, pushing it open as you sat on your bed. “this is your assignment, and i don't feel comfortable doing it for you.”

your roommate whines sitting down on your bed as well. “please yn, i can't miss this internship it will be career changing, and you're the only person i know who can take photos as well as i do, maybe even better , and i know you wont try and fuck him cause you havent fucked anyone in your life.” she said, you scoffed. “why can't you text the guy and tell him you have another shoot?” you asked. “because this model is already hard to get and if i don't get this shoot im gonna fail my class.” she explained. “you passed this class last semester so you understand how much of a hard ass this teacher is.” she said.

“please yn,” she begged, “i will buy groceries for next month if you do this for me,” you thought about it, it was a good deal. “fine.” your friend smiled, clapping in excitement. “thank you, thank you so much.” she said hugging you. “okay, okay let me go.” you pulled away. “it's a two day shoot, he has his own hair and makeup team so all you have to do is show up and take pretty pictures of the pretty man.” she said. “who is this mysterious model who is so hard to get?”

“na jaemin.” she said, you knew the name; he was new to the modeling scene, but he was quickly growing, establishing himself in the cut throat industry. “how’d you manage to get him, i thought he was like london for a fashion show?” you asked. “what business does he have with a mediocre college student photoshoot?” your best friend scoffed. “ignoring the mediocre part, you know donghyuck?” you nodded, he had a crush on your roommate and was very open about it. “well he apparently knows jaemin, and he set this up for me , in exchange for a date.” you nodded. “using your assets, good for you.”

“yeah, and i didn't know this would be the only days he'd be free, and i didn't catch it until i checked my schedule.” she said standing up. “i'll text him and let him know, thank you so much.” you nodded. “Whatever, don't complain next month when it's time to shop for food.” she smiled sheepishly. “i won't promise.” she said. “now get out, i have to work on this essay that's due in like 4 hours.”

the next day was the day of the shoot, luckily you didn't have class so it wasn't a big inconvenience— the night before you made sure all your cameras were charged and working properly, thankfully they were and you were ready to go. “here's the address, you might want to get there earlier than he does so you can be ready , he's pretty busy and we don't know how long he has on his schedule.” your friend came back into your room , to which you agreed.

you got to the destination of the shoot a few hours before the shoot, cleaning up the place a bit; setting up the background and decorations. you brought a few snacks and drinks for him and his staff, also setting those out for the taking. you sent your roommate a quick message wishing her good luck with her internship, the door to the place opening. “hello?”

you looked up from your phone; he came in smiling, his team following behind him , he had this aura to him, he definitely was a model, he was attractive— very attractive, it made you kind of speechless. “h-hi.” you said, letting them come in. “you guys can set up over there.”

you finished up your texting, deciding to make yourself known for real. “hi im yn.” you watched him lift his eyebrow in confusion. “yn?” he asked. “what happened to chaewon? hyuck told me this was for her class.” chaewon didn't text him— you were gonna kill her. “it is, she had a internship today and she couldn't miss it, she also couldn't miss this shoot because then she'd fail this class and she didn't want to do that so she sent me.” jaemin watched you nervously fiddle with your finger as you explained yourself, smiling to himself. “is that okay? i can show you some of my work if it makes you comfortable.”

“no baby doll don't worry,” his words made you freeze up. “hyuck said chaewon was nice girl, so im sure she surrounds herself with other nice girls.” his eyes scanned up your body, making your cheeks heat up as he made eye contact with yours. “you seem like a nice girl.” you nodded, still flustered. “o-okay, i'm gonna go finish setting up, you guys can finish getting him ready, i brought snacks in case any of you get hungry they're over there so.” you quickly ran over to your camera. “she's cute.” his stylist said. “so adorable.” his makeup artist said, he smiled, pulling out his phone.

jaemin. your girl didn't show up, her roommate did.

hyuck. ik she text me , and told me, yn is a good girl though, she's also a photographer.

jaemin. single?

hyuck. definitely, she doesn't even come out much. why you like?

jaemin. very much.

hyuck. go for it then 😉

he watched you adjust the camera, muttering something to yourself, his stylist handed him his outfit to get changed into, he took the clothes into his hand, making his way over to you. he stood behind you, waiting for you to take notice of him. “we can get started when—” you turned around to where the boy was already standing there, extremely close, close enough where you could smell his cologne. “I have to change into my clothes.” he said. “chaewon gave me a dress code.” you nodded. “of course she did.” you looked around the studio. “there's no bathrooms in here , and i don't have the key to the one outside.”

“don't stress baby doll,” there was that nickname again, “i’ve had to change in public before, nothing knew.” he walked away leaving you confused, until you seen his arms lifting up and off his shirt went; your hands coming up to cover your eyes. “you-you're gonna get dressed here.” he laughed at you. “it's not like there's anywhere else,” he said, tilting his head to the side. “you act like you've never seen a naked man before.” you hadn't , but he didn't know that. “ju-just quickly get changed.” you fanned your heated face , he smiled.

jaemin knew you probably hadn't, he just wanted to see your reaction and he was thoroughly amused at what he was seeing. “get dressed and leave the poor girl alone.” his stylist said, slapping the back of his head. he finished changing his clothes, just as you were turning around. “great we can finally get started.”

the shoot went good, you took a bunch; a few you knew chaewon would like and a few you liked, you probably took over 100 photos of the boy; not that you were complaining, you got to stare at this gorgeous man and not look like a weirdo. “how do they look?” jaemin asked. “would you like to see?” he nodded, coming behind the camera; you showed him your laptop screen. “see?”

“you're really talented?” he watched you try and hide a smile at his praise. “you can smile baby doll, it was a compliment,” he said. “th-thank you.” you said with your head down. “which ones do you like?” he asked. “huh?” you said confused. “oh-oh well this is chaewons project so i just did what I know she likes.” he hummed, “yeah i know it's chaewons, but if it was your project, what would you choose?” you didn't realize how close he was until you could feel his breathing on your neck.

“um.” you clicked through the photos. “th-these three.” you pointed out. “oh someone likes my upper body i see?” he laughed as you turned around wide eyed, stuttering out an explanation. “don't worry i don't mind it all, i got into this business to be stared at and admired by pretty and sweet girls like you.” he said. “tell chaewon she should use these, her roommate has good taste.”

the rest of the shoot went by in a blur, soon you were cleaning up and jaemin was changing back into his comfortable clothes. “we'll go get the car ready.” he nodded, his small staff leaving the studio, leaving you and him alone; just what he wanted, he watched you talk on the phone. “i should be home soon, don't worry, yeah , no i'm not saying it, fine i love you too, bye.” you hung up. “boyfriend?” he asked, knowing the answer already. “oh no, that was chaewon.” you chuckled.

“so a pretty little thing like you don't have a boyfriend?” you shyly nodded, “like ever?” you were embarrassed. “no it's okay baby doll i'm just a bit shocked.” he said. “it's you're so pretty, I never would have imagined you were single.” he said , coming closer making you nervously turn around , but you could still get hear him getting closer until he was caging you against the table. “ja-jaemin.”

“come on pretty, let me make you feel good.” he pressed up against you. “turn around for me.” he whispered in your ear, smiling when obediently did. “good girl, you listen well.” you eyes were wide. “your staff.” he smirked. “trust, they know, don't worry about that.” his hand came up to your thigh, making its way up your skirt. “i-i’ve never done this before.” you felt his hand close to your clothed cunt. “i know pretty just relax.” you felt his hand on your mound, making you close your legs around his arms. “no.” he smiled. “you gotta keep them open if you want me to make you feel good.”

you slowly opened your legs allowing him to move again. “good girl.” he thumbed on your clit, you let out a whimper, biting your lip to cover it up. “let me hear all those pretty noises.” he pulled your panties to the side. “i'm gonna put a finger inside you, okay?” you nodded, his slowly ran his finger up your slit, before pushing his finger in. “ja-jaemin.” you moaned. “feel good?” he moved his finger in and out. “you're so wet, this pretty pussy never been played with, you're dripping all over my hand.”

you were a mess, your face was so fucked out from one finger it made him hard as a rock. “m’gonna add another one okay?” you nodded, he lifted your leg higher holding it as he added another finger. “good girl , taking two of my fingers.” he praised, you really like that, your cunt tightening around his digits. “you liked that? me praising you?” you nodded. “answer me baby doll , you like when i praise you?”

“y-yes i do.” you felt a sensation bubbling in your stomach. “ja-jaemin i feel.” you couldn't stop it from coming, your legs closing around his hand once again, as your orgasm washed over you.

jaemins eyes lit up light a child's on christmas morning as he watched you orgasm, your juices covering his finger. “there you go, cumming all over my hand.” he cursed, feeling his cock begging to be freed from his sweats. “good girl, let it all for me, fuck im so hard right now” he groaned, pressing his lip to the side of your head. “you want me to fuck you? stretch your little pussy out?”

you moaned, nodding. “pl-please.” you weren't really waiting for “the perfect guy” but right about now, you were really worked up and the way you could feel jaemins grinding his clothed cock against you— he was the perfect guy.

he lifted you on to the counter. “sh-shit.” he pulled his pants down enough to pull his cock out, hissing, the air hitting his leaky tip. “so fucking hard for you doll, ready for me?” you bit your lip as he lined his cock up to your entrance. “fuck.” he groaned as he slowly worked himself inside you. “jaemin.” you moaned, he held your hips down. “fuck don't move baby, let me do it.” he fully seethed himself inside you. “fuck, you're so tight.”

he slowly moved; your cunt barely letting him out, he was in heaven— and so were you, hold his bicep , your head thrown back as he fucked you, you never felt this sensation before, but you loved it. “please, faster.” you moaned , he smirked, speeding up. “you want more?” he groaned, his hips now slapping against yours with much force. “fuck baby doll i'll give you more.”

you could feel the counter below you shaking as he fucked into you vigorously. “that's it, take nana fat cock inside you.” he groaned, slowly losing himself. “fuck you're little pussy is so good.” he cursed. “fuck i'm gonna cum.” he moaned. “you going cum for me?” he toyed with your clit. “be a good girl and cum for me.”

and with his words and him fucking into you deeply, kissing your cervix you soon cumming hard, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your cunt tightened around him, his cursed as he came inside you. “oh fuck yn.” he sighed, his head dropping as he came, you could feel him every inch of him twitching inside you you as he covered your inside in white. “oh fuck.”

he slowly pulled out, smirking as you whimpered. “so sensitive baby.” he said, his cum leaking from your hole. “that felt good baby.” he kissed your neck. “so good if my staff weren't waiting for me, i would stuff my cock back into your pretty pussy.” smiling as you whined. “there's always tomorrow.” he said, pulling away, finally letting you get dressed.

“will you be back tomorrow?” he asked. “yeah, chaewon has another day at her internship.” he helped you pack up all your cameras. “good.” he handed you the bag. “i’ll come without my staff,” you yelped as he pulled you close. “why?”

“because after you take all the pictures you need , i don't need any distractions when i teach you to take my cock in that pretty mouth.”

©LUVYENI

[harunayuuka2060]

Note: I have decided to re-write Unveil for you to have a better understanding of the story.

Female Protagonist: Yuurin (as you know who's in male disguise)

Yuurin's mother: The invitation to Night Raven College has arrived.

Yuurin's mother: You did well, Yuurin.

Yuurin: Thank you, mother.

Yuurin's father: I expect that you will do perfectly on your studies like you always do.

Yuurin's father: Do you understand, Yuurin?

Yuurin: Yes, father.

Yuurin's mother: Oh! And Yuurin-dear, don't forget to take your medications.

Yuurin: Yes, mother. *then turns to walk away*

Yuurin's mother: Ah... Look at our son, honey. Time flies really fast.

Yuurin's father: *nods in agreement*

Yuurin's father: We have raised him well.

Yuurin: *knocks on her brother's door*

*A servant opens the door.*

The servant: Welcome, Master Yuurin.

Yuurin: Is my sister awake?

The servant: Yes, master. Please come in.

Yuurin: *walks in*

Akane/Akihiro: *looking out the window of his room*

The servant: I shall take my leave. *bows respectfully; closing the door as she exits*

Akihiro: Congratulations, Yuu. *turns his head to smile at her*

Yuurin: Thank you, Aki.

Akihiro: Hm? What's wrong? You don't sound happy.

Yuurin: *approaches his bed* *then sits next to him*

Yuurin: I wished you had been chosen instead.

Akihiro: That can't happen.

Yuurin: But Aki... it was your chance to escape here and be you.

Akihiro: *smiles* You think so?

Akihiro: I'm sure our mother will try to stop that.

Yuurin: ...

Akihiro: Cheer up, Yuu. *chuckles softly*

Yuurin: ...

Akihiro: ...

Akihiro: Ah. Before I forget, there's something I would like to give you.

Yuurin: Huh?

Akihiro: *pulls out a small rectangular box* Here.

Yuurin: ...

Akihiro: Open it.

Yuurin: *opens the box* Oh.

Akihiro: It's beautiful, isn't it?

Yuurin: *smiles* It looks great, Aki.

Akihiro: It's not forbidden for you to wear a necklace. Though I wished I could give you something more feminine, but I didn't want to get you in trouble.

Yuurin: Thank you for this, Aki.

Akihiro: *goes to pat her head gently*

Akihiro: Always be safe, Yuu.

Yuurin: ...

Yuurin: I'll do my best, Aki.

Yuurin: Someday, I will get you out of here.

Akihiro: *smiles gently* Hm.

Yuurin: *subtly observing the students*

Yuurin: This place isn't any different from the previous schools I've been.

Crowley: Yuurin, the Dark Mirror will show you the dorm that you'll be in. *smiles* Good luck.

Yuurin: *approaches the Dark Mirror*

The Dark Mirror: Yuurin... SAVANACLAW.

The Savanaclaw students: *seem to be confused and restless*

Leona: ...

Ruggie: That student—

Leona: Shh. Don't say anything.

The Savanaclaw students: *all agreed to their housewarden*

Yuurin: *has arrived to Savanaclaw dorm*

Leona: You guys continue with your practice. I'll just talk to this newbie.

The Savanaclaw students: Yes, housewarden! *then immediately leaves them alone*

Leona: ...

Yuurin: ...

Leona: I know you've heard from the Orientation that it's my duty as a housewarden to tell you what will be your life here.

Yuurin: Yes.

Leona: ...

Leona: You have the masculine built and your voice sounds masculine too.

Yuurin: ...

Yuurin: What are you trying to say?

Leona: I'm sure Night Raven College isn't co-ed.

Leona: Lady, why are you pretending to be a man?

Yuurin: ...

Yuurin: *her expression turned serious* How did you—

Leona: Most of us here are beastmen. We knew you are a girl the moment you walked in.

Leona: Besides, those eyes can't lie.

Yuurin: Are you playing with me, housewarden?

Leona: Are you going to say that I'm wrong?

Yuurin: ...

Leona: Well, of course, if you see yourself as a man, we'll respect that.

Yuurin: ...

Leona: ...

Leona: *sigh* Your secret is safe with us. Though I'm going to ask you one thing.

Yuurin: ...

Yuurin: What is it?

Leona: In my dorm, you're free to be who you are.

Yuurin: !!!

Yuurin: ...

Leona: In my dorm, you're free to be who you are.

Yuurin: ...

Yuurin: *turns on her phone and sure enough, the text messages of her parents*

Yuurin's mother — Which dorm are you in, Yuurin? I hope it's not Pomefiore or Heartslabyul.

Yuurin — It's Savanaclaw.

Yuurin's mother — That's perfect! I've always known you belong among the strongest! Always do your best, okay?

Yuurin: ...

Yuurin's father — Congratulations again, son. You always make me proud.

Yuurin: ...

Yuurin: *decides to message her brother*

Yuurin — Aki... I got into Savanaclaw.

Akihiro — (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

Akihiro — Looks like my other wish came true.

Yuurin: ...

[zegrasdrysdale]

im having a feeling that you don’t write much for this player (because he’s so underrated)

but im desperate for luca fantilli smut

like chain swinging, bruise inducing, dirty, “rough” sex.

maybe it’s ovulation- maybe it’s just me ?

idc i just need him to call me his, claim the fuck out of me 🤝

[ pent up ] l. fantilli

pairing : Luca Fantilli x fem!reader

summary : after a rough loss, Luca needs to let out some steam

warning(s) : smut ! kinda rough sex, p in v protected sex, oral (m receiving), possessiveness, pet names during sex

author’s note : i also need him to claim the fuck out of me tbh. anon you were so real for that

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She sat in her dorm room on campus with her laptop open and homework in front of her as she watched the Michigan boys lose their third game in a row. The horn sounded and she watched all of them basically sulk off the ice. Captain Jacob Truscott sat on the bench for an extra minute as his teammates make their way into the locker room.

It's not like they didn't play a good game tonight. They played well defensively without taking too many penalties, but puck luck was not in their favor as they lost 3 to 1 to Penn State. Several shots rung off the post and she wishes every single time that posts weren't a thing.

(Y/N) pretty sure she almost broke her desk chair every time a puck hit the post. She's surprised that she actually didn't end up breaking her chair. She did break multiple pencils in frustration.

A text comes through about forty minutes after the game ends.

luca ♡ - 10:38 pm can i come to your dorm when i drop my stuff off ? wanna see you

She doesn't say no. She can never say no to Luca Fantilli. He has this thing about him that makes it impossible for her to say no to her boyfriend.

It’s nights like tonight where she’s glad she lives in an on-campus suite with her best friend from home. Luca can come and go as he pleases without disturbing her friend since it’s just the two of them in an apartment-like suite. If he’s not at the hockey house then he’s here with his girlfriend.

She sends her friend a text to let her know that Luca is coming over. Her friend sends her back a ‘🚫👶🏼’ in reply.

Less than a half hour later, there’s a knock on the door of the suite. (Y/N) goes and answers it since she knows it’s Luca. Plus, her room is closest to the door. She’s always answering it.

When she swings the door open, a worn out Luca stands on the other side. He’s in his game day suit and Michigan beanie. He looks exhausted, yet he looks like he needs to let out some frustration at the same time.

“Hi, my love,” she softly says. “I watched the game. You guys should’ve had that.”

Luca just nods and walks past her into her bedroom.

He is definitely not happy with how that game went. He should’ve had a hat trick at least with his half a dozen shots on goal. Either the Penn State goalie had him beat or the post did.

It wasn’t an easy night for any of them. Luca takes loses like this personally.

She shuts the door and follows him into her room. She kicks the door shut behind her and Luca throws his beanie at the wall in frustration.

“It’s games like this where I wish I didn’t play this sport,” he confesses. “Half the time it’s fucking puck luck and the other half of the time it’s skill. It truly pisses me off sometimes. It’s so frustrating.”

Immediately, she’s walking up to him and sitting him on her bed. He looks up at her as she says, “Hockey is just a stupid sport. You get frustrated because you love it. You hate to love it. I understand.”

Luca plays with the hem of her Michigan hockey hoodie. “It just sucks sometimes,” he sighs. “I feel like the worst teammate when I can’t score a goal or set someone up.”

“I know,” she replies as she runs her fingers through his hair. Luca in turn slides his arms up her hoodie and pulls her in close to him so his face his buried in her stomach “Is there anything I can do to help you get out some of that frustration you’re feeling?”

He mumbles an “I don’t know” into her hoodie. It’s a lie though. She knows what he wants. She always knows what he wants after a rough game.

She leans down and presses soft kisses to the top of his head. “Let me take care of you then you can do whatever you want,” she tells him.

Before she knows it, she’s sinking down to her knees in front of him. She lands so hard on the joint that she is afraid she might’ve bruised her knees even though the floors are carpeted.

Oh well. Pain always comes before pleasure anyway.

Luca watches as she unbuckles the belt he’s wearing. She tosses it to the floor with a smile on her face. When he finally realizes what she’s doing, he kicks off his shoes and lifts his butt off the mattress so (Y/N) can get his pants off. The suit pants and boxers come off at the same time because she’s become a pro at undressing her boyfriend.

With a smile and a kiss to his thigh right above his knee, (Y/N) takes Luca’s semi in her hand. He watches her with big eyes as she slowly begins to move her hand to pump him. Soft noises pass Luca’s pretty lips as she slowly pulls him closer to an orgasm.

This usually helps Luca relax. It also sometimes ends with her being unable to walk the next day but it’s a Friday night. There are no classes tomorrow. She doesn’t even have to get out of bed if she doesn’t want to.

She glances up at Luca, whose eyes are watching her every move. She bites her bottom lip for a second before she takes him in her mouth.

Her tongue swirls around the reddening tip of his dick for a second before she put as much of him as she can into her mouth. She sucks for a second before she blows him.

“Fuck,” Luca gasps as she begins to move her head up and down. “So pretty with my dick in your mouth.” She smirks around him and takes him even further. Her hand makes up for what she can’t fit.

Luca’s fingers curl in her hair while she moves her head. One of her hands is on the base of his dick while the other snakes into her shorts so she can get pressure on her core.

Soft whines pass her lips as she uses her own fingers to work herself close to an orgasm. It’s only temporary. Her boyfriend’s fingers will replace hers shortly. She knows Luca can only last so long before he’s pinning her to the mattress.

He pulls her hair back into a makeshift ponytail in his fist. She hums at the feeling as Luca moves her at a pace he likes. He takes his time with her.

One of her fingers slides into her pussy and she whines. A part of her wishes that Luca would just get his hands on her already.

It’s like he can read her mind though because it’s not long after that when he finally speaks up.

“You look so beautiful on your knees for me, baby,” Luca pants. “Need to be inside you though.”

(Y/N) pulls back and licks away a drop of saliva that has started to roll down her chin. “Whatever you want, Luca,” she tells him. “If you need to then use me to let out some of that pent up frustration.”

His bright eyes darken and he pulls her to her feet almost immediately after the last word leaves her lips. He pushes the hoodie off of her body to reveal that she has nothing on under the hoodie except for a pair of shorts and pulls her down onto the mattress. He hovers over her and she can’t help but smile up at him.

Luca leans down and captures her lips in a bruising kiss. She hums and bucks her hips up so she can get some pressure, whatever pressure she can find on her core. He pins her hips down to the mattress for a second before a hand finds its way into her Lululemon shorts and panties.

A groan passes her lips when his fingers run through her folds. “Luca,” she mumbles. “Not tonight. Just fuck me.”

He detaches his lips from hers after a second and finds her neck. He sucks and nips at the skin on her neck right under her ear. She sighs and kisses the swell of his ear. A bright mark will be visible right where he’s nipping at and she truly does not care.

Luca could cover her entire body with marks and she’d happily show them off. She’s never been shy to admit that she is Luca’s girlfriend. Especially when other girls try to talk to him after games or on campus when going to classes.

“Already so wet for me, baby,” Luca mumbles. “This just from sucking me off?”

She nods and hums. “All for you,” she sighs. “I am yours.”

He backs away from her neck and gets on his knees between her legs. She watches as he pulls off his suit jacket and unbutton his shirt. Her eyes land on the gold chain around his neck with the number 63 resting between his collarbones. The chain that she got him last year for his birthday.

She knew he wore it, but she has never seen it on after a game. It’s rare for Luca to wear this specific chain during a game since it was a gift from her for his 21st birthday.

Since it’s on now, she knows it was the chain he wore for the game. It turns her on even more if it’s even possible.

Luca notices that she’s looking and smiles. “Wanted to sport my girl during the game tonight,” he tells her. “Just to have you close.”

His words shoot straight to her core and she pulls him down into a hot kiss. Lips are bitten, tongues are shoved into each other’s mouths. The cool 63 rests against her neck right under her chin. Despite her skin being hot, she shivers.

He peels off her shorts and panties, throwing them to the floor with the rest of their clothes. Luca breaks the kiss to reach into her bedside table to grab a condom. She bites a mark into his chest while he rips open the tiny package with his teeth and slides its content onto himself.

“Ready for me?” he questions as he comes back to hover over her. He lines himself up with her but waits until she gives him an answer. She sucks in her bottom lip and nods. “Need to hear you say it, pretty girl.”

“Fuck me before I do it myself,” is her response. Luca can’t help but laugh. She grows slightly annoyed at the fact that he isn’t blowing her back out and bucks her hips so he slides k to her.

The laughing stops and (Y/N) lets out a soft groan at the familiar stretch of Luca’s dick inside of her. She stares up at Luca and watches the 63 swings lightly in her face.

Luca pushes himself completely into her and lets her adjust to his size. He’s slightly above average, but he’s also kind of thick. It’s a lot to take sometimes and it’s why she can’t walk the next day if it’s too rough.

Right now, she’s hoping he channels all his frustration into fucking her because it’s been a little bit since they have been able to have a moment like this.

“Move, Luca,” she breathes out after a minute. “I’ve been ready for you to move for like ev- oh!”

He pulls nearly out of her before he slams into her. She lets out a loud groan and Luca covers her mouth. “Let’s not wake up your friend, yeah?” he says. “Last thing we need is for her to walk in here and see you begging me to fuck you.”

She nods and Luca uncovers her mouth. He very slowly but very deeply moves into her. Her mouth falls open and she lets her legs fall apart for him. The swinging chain moves the quicker he moves.

In a spur of the moment decision, (Y/N) leans up and softly bites the chain. Luca smiles and shakes his head before he picks up the pace.

The bed begins to creak beneath them but that doesn’t stop them. Luca’s mouth is on one of her breasts while his hand rests on the other one. She gasps when she feels him bite a mark into the skin.

“Mine,” he mumbles. “All mine.”

“All yours,” she confirms. “All yours to do whatever you want- fuck!”

Luca slams into her at the same time he reaches down between them to get his fingers on her clit. She cries out in pleasure before Luca pulls out of her. She whines at the loss of contact.

Then he turns her onto her belly and pulls her hips up to meet his. She sighs happily when he fills her up again. “Whatever I want,” he repeats into her ear. “On your knees, pretty girl. Wanna see how you look while I fuck you on your knees.”

With his help, (Y/N) rises to her knees with him still in her. He wraps an arm around her waist and lightly wraps a hand around her throat. He doesn’t put any pressure but fucks up into her. Her head falls onto his shoulder. Luca kisses her cheek.

“Such a good girl,” he praises. “Letting me do what I want with you.”

She whines in agreement as his fingers find her clit. She sighs, “Luca. Please.”

“Please what, baby,” he asks against her ear.

A sudden knot forms in the pit of her stomach. Her legs begin to shake. “Wanna come,” she pants.

Luca kisses the swell of her ear and cups one of her breasts with his free hand. “Go ahead and come,” he tells her. “I’m not that far behind you.”

It’s not long after that when she’s clenching around his dick. She cries out his name as she comes. All she wants to do is fall onto her stomach but Luca is holding her up.

She sees stars as her vision goes white. She’s pretty sure she has never come this hard in her life, but that’s the affect Luca has on her. She also realizes that she doesn’t mind being fucked on her knees. That’s a conclusion she comes to while out of it.

When she comes down from her high, she’s sprawled out on her belly. Luca is wiping her leg down with a warm rag and is leaving soft kisses on her back. “Sorry if that was too much,” he mumbles. “I just needed to let out some frustration.”

“It’s okay,” she replies. “I liked it. It wasn’t bad. Got some new marks to show off.”

Luca laughs and throws the cloth somewhere on the floor before he covers them up with the blankets on her bed. She cuddles up against her boyfriend and lays her cheek on his chest.

“You’re okay though?” she questions as she looks up at him. “I know you were upset about the loss so I just want to double check to make sure you’re okay.”

He nods and brushes her hair out of her face. “Yeah, I’m okay,” he tells her. “Frustration and anger come with the sport. The last thing I want to do is take either out on you.”

“The only time you’re ever allowed to take frustration out on me is when you’re fucking me,” she warns him. “Lay a hand on me and your ass is on the curb.”

Luca smiles. “Yes, ma’am.”

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“someone older”

summary: in which Charles can’t satisfy your sexual needs and you and Lewis share a little secret

warning: SMUT! (mdi), age gap, unprotected sex (wrap before u tap!), cheating, oral f, fingering,slapping, p in v, dirty talk, praise, degrading, that’s all i think.. :)

note: i’m sorry that y/n will cheat on Charles, but i needed a victim 🥲

I was in the bed, the night before US GP, Charles was in the shower trying to calm down for the next day. I was scrolling through Tiktok when he came out of the bathroom. I took a look of him, wet hair, visible v-shape, towel resting on the hips. I squeezed my things together at the sight.

“Babe” I called him, he turned, after wearing his boxer, “Yeah?” he said while looking himself in the mirror, adjusting his hair, “Why don’t you come here?” I asked patting the empty space next to me on the bed.

He didn’t answer, he get on the bed, and left a quick kiss on my temple, before picking up his phone. I took his face in my hands, and lead his lips on mine. At first he followed the movement of my lips, but when I tried to deepen it, he moved away “Baby, I have the Gran Prix tomorrow, you know the rules” he told me.

The rules. In my opinion, lately, Charles has found all the excuses of this world for not touching me, and when he did, he couldn’t satisfy my needs. I took his hand on my thing “Charles please” i begged “I need you”. He scoffed, taking his hand off my thing “Stop acting like a needy teenager” he said, turning to the side.

The next day, in the Ferrari garage, Charles was talking with the engineer about the car, and I was talking with Carlos about some good place to go eat. “Hey guys, can I get in?”

I freeze, that voice, his voice. Lewis entered the garage, after Carlos told him he could, my eyes locked with his, and he wicked me, before go talking with Charles. “I just wanted to wish you a good luck for the race, since yesterday i couldn’t” he said, talking with Charles and Carlos.

They talked for a while, and it was embarrassing how i couldn’t keep my eyes off him for the whole time. “Now I really need to go, or my teammates will kill me” he said laughing. After saying goodbye to the two pilots, he come towards me. He placed his tattooed hand on my lower back and left a sweet kiss on my cheek, way to close to my mouth, but Charles didn’t notice since he was busy talking with some engineers, “I hope i see you later” he whispered in my ear, and then left the garage.

Before I started dating Charles, I had a sort of relationship with Lewis. Relationship is actually a big word. We would just hang up a couple of times, and then find ourselves rolling in the bed sheets of one of the two. More then a couple actually. But when I stared seeing Charles i completely cut off all the relationships with Lewis, and I asked him to keep this secret between us.

So every time I saw him, I tried to act my best, but Lewis didn’t help me at all. Always putting his hand on my lower back, almost kiss me on the lips, and whisper things to my ear in that strong english accent.

after the race.

Lewis and Charles has been disqualified, and for the whole trip to the hotel, Charles hasn’t said a word. When we arrived to our room, Charles quick changed and made his way towards the door. “Where are you going?” i asked him, and he stopped at my words “I just want to be alone for a bit”. I jumped off the bed and go towards him, “Stay here.” I said putting my hand on his. One thing I’ve always knew about Charles was that in situations like this he likes to be alone, but he’d much rather be in the hotel room that God knows where, so i decided to give him his space. “I can go far a walk with Heidi” I reassured him, sweetly smiling.

He just nod and go again towards the bathroom for change. I get out the room, closing the door behind me, not knowing at all where to go, until a name crossed my mind. Lewis. Ha has been disqualified too, and maybe he need someone to talk to. Just talk. I repeated to my self. Talk and nothing more. Before I could realize, I was in front of Lewis’ room, 404. I knocked, but he didn’t open the door, so I thought that maybe he wanted to be alone too. What a stupid idea.

Before I could turn my self completely and go away, I heard the door open, and my name being called. I turned again, and I find Lewis leaning on the door frame, half naked, grey pants only, braids in a little bun, but two behind his ear, and a damn smirk on his face “Need something?” ha asked

I gulped a bit, realizing in what situation i was putting my self into, “I..”, he didn’t gave me the time to talk “Come on, get in” he said moving from the door frame. It was like my brain wasn’t working and my feet was walking by themselves. I entered the room, and Lewis locked the door behind him.

“So” he started indicating me to sit on the bed, and I did, “Need something?” he asked again crossing his arms, knowing damn well he looks hot in that moment. “I just wanted to tell that i’m sorry for your disqualification” i said looking at my shoes.

“Look at me darling” he said getting close to me, and I did, “I just wanted to tell that i’m sorry for your disqualification” I said again. “Does Charles know that you’re here?” he asked and I didn’t answered. He got way more close to me, picking up my chin in his tattooed fingers

“Do you want tell me why you’re really here, or you want keep acting like the innocent girl we both know you aren’t?” ha started caress my cheek. “I told you, i just wanted to tell you that i’m sorry” I said, most like a whisper.

He get on his knees in front of me “Does he touch you like a do?” he asked caressing my knee, I gulped “Because I think that’s why you’re here” he started caressing my bare thighs. “You’re here because no boy, can touch you like a man” I sighed, and squeezed my thighs together, and he smirked “Tell me, does he make you feel the way that I did?”

I looked away from him “No..” I said, he started kiss my thigh “Look at me darling”. He put his hands around my neck and without said nothing he harshly kissed me. It wasn’t a love, sweet kiss, like the one that Charles would give to me, it was a needy, lust kiss. I gasped and he took a chance for put he tongue in my mouth. He moved the hand off my neck and put it again on my thighs, squeezing them possessively, I moan. He bite my lower lip, and moved his face between my legs. He started kiss my legs, then my thighs “Always around with this squeezy outfit” he got closer to my wet core “I bet he doesn’t even fuck you in them”

My skirt was not rolled on my hips, he smiled when he noticed how wet I was. He quickly removed my thong, and attached his lips to my wet core. I tried not to moan and I put my hand on this beautiful braids, squeezing them for pleasure. Without warning he put two fingers inside of me and I almost screamed.

“God you’re so tight, baby” his thumb stared made circular movements on my clit, the other hand put my thighs on his shoulders, while his fingers continued working inside of me. I bite my lower lip, trying not to moan, but Lewis slapped my cheek, “I want hear you”

The more Lewis’ fingers worked inside of me, the more I got louder. My legs stared shaking, and now I was practically chocking him with my legs “Lewis..” I called him between my moans. My walls started cleched around his fingers, and my mouth was spilling his name no stop. I came with a loud moan and Lewis kissed me and I savoured my taste from before.

Before I could recover from my early cum, that Lewis took my clothes off, i got closer to him, and removed his grey pants. I touched his now hard cock from the boxer, but he stopped me by kissing me again, and whispered to my ear “Get on your hands and knees”.

I did as told getting on my hands and knees and arching my back for him. He slapped my ass harsly “I bet he doesn’t know what a slut you’re”, he caressed my ass cheek and then slapped it again. I turned my head to look at him. Lewis took his boxer off, and jerked a bounce of times, that sight of him made my cunt clench around nothing. Lewis laughed at that and shook his head, “Such a slut” he said getting his cock closer to my cunt “Clenching because i’m jerking off”.

His cock was now running up and down my wet folds. I arched my back more, to get more friction “Lewis.. Please” I begged him, but it looked more like a desperate whine. Lewis chuckled, and after harsly grabbed my hips, he entered me. I grabbed the sheets of the bed and moaned loudly his name.

“Look at you” he groaned “Getting finally fuck like the whore you are”. I moaned without replying, Lewis put his hand in my hair and with a strong grip he makes my back stick to his chest. “God you’re so tight” he whispered in my ear “Needed someone older mh? Someone who knows how to fuck whores like you” he told and started leaving open mouth kiss on my neck. I clenched at his words and he groaned in response “I missed this cunt” he said, and put his hand around my neck.

At this point I was moaning mess, I put my head on his shoulder, and I almost yelled when he puts his thumb on my clint and played with it. All that came out of my mouth were moans and begs, I didn’t even know what I was begging him for, but my brain couldn’t think straight in that moment. “Tell me” Lewis slightly chocked me “Tell me how good I make you feel”

I didn’t answer, and he slapped my ass, for sure leaving a mark. I moaned again “So good” I shutter “You make me feel so good” and he groaned. The room was filled by our moans, mostly mine, and the sound of our skin meeting each other. I was getting close, I could feel by the nod in my stomach and my legs shaking “Lewis” I called him for the million time “I’m close” I said.

“Come baby” he said, while his movements were getting sloppier and he was losing his rhythm “Make a mess on my cock”. It was all I needed to cum, I repeated his name like a prayer, and i left myself lay on the bed, not able to stand alone. Lewis came right after me, filling me up with his cum. He took his cock out of me and I whined for the loss of contact.

He laid next to me, and took my hair of my face. He left a sweet kiss on my lips “Did I hurt you?” he asked worried. Sometimes, it looked like the person who fucked me, and Lewis were two different persons. I shook my hand with a smile, and I kissed him again “It was great, thank you” I put my head on his bare chest, and Lewis caressed my back.

Another secret that we would share..

note: hi!! this is my first post here, I hope that you guys liked :), I read it a couple of times, but maybe there’s still some mistakes. sorry but english isn’t my first language.

love ya,

Carla 💋

[madelynraemunson]

HEY MADDY, WHAT’S ON TV? 📺

𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 (…𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬) part 1/2

🥡 steddie x freaky friday fanfiction • RATED: NC-17 🥡

SUMMARY: Dustin’s science experiment goes horribly wrong and his two ‘bickering besties’ have to suffer the consequences.

WORD COUNT: 11.4k words

CONTENTS CONTAIN: (EASTER) EGGS, WHEAT, METAL, PARALLELISMS, A PINCH OF COMEDY, ANGST, AND LOTS OF SWEARING

ALLERGENS: CHEESY, CORN(Y), SHELLFISH (sorry eddie)

author's note: might put this on ao3 idk this one's a big boi.... hey y'all! i’m a little late to the steddie body swap train, but have arrived nonetheless! also i’m so stoked that jamie lee curtis and lindsay lohan are currently working on a freaky friday 2!! one of my fave childhood movies and i can’t believe we’re getting a parte dos :,) also, jake alan = corroded coffin in this AU

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“Jesus Chr— what did you do to my hair?!”

“What did you do to MINE?!”

Perhaps a rewind is necessary. Metaphorically, of course. Time travel’s not real! ;)

      ◄ ◄ ◄  R E W I N D  🎞️

The year is 1989. Camp Knowhere. And since it’s the last year before he ages out of summer camp, Dustin Henderson is determined to 'WOW' everyone with his newest invention.

“They’re kinda like boner pills.”

“Oh...! WOW...?”

It’s not the weirdest thing Steve's heard come out of Dustin's mouth. In fact, he's practically immune to insanity at this point, having been surrounded by hormone-driven teenagers for a month and a half straight.

“Look I know, it sounds crazy,” Dustin pleads. “But imagine being able to walk a mile in someone's shoes just by eating a cookie. They'd be like the Viagras of empathy!"

Again, not the weirdest thing Dustin has said. 

And for as long as Curly keeps hanging out with Eddie Munson, his Other Older Male Friend (O.O.M.F.) constantly like he has been all summer, it certainly won’t be the last.

Being a volunteer camp counselor hasn’t panned out as expected for Steve Harrington. 

For the past six weeks, Dustin has spent most of his time locked in his cabin trying to perfect his new creation. But he's been MIA for so long, Steve hasn’t been able to teach him how to start a fire, pitch a tent, or even pick Dustin's brain about being his guest for Show and Tell. 

Making s’mores. Canoeing. Telling scary stories in the dark. Dustin and Steve are missing out on actual summer activities. The real reason he signed up to be counselor in the first place. 

But you know who has been able to spend time with Dustin?

"Eddie and I spent almost every night trying to come up with good fortunes," Henderson boasts.

Not the counselor, but the Certified Loiterer.

Steve bitterly kisses his teeth. “That’s awesome, man! But hey, speaking of spending—"

"They are so clever too. You gotta hear 'em!"

"I'm sure they are! But now that you're practically finished, I was sorta hoping—"

“AND,” Dustin adds. “if you get a good one you can add ‘in bed’ after for some comic relief.”

Steve crosses his arms as he finds himself fading back into silence.

“You are destined for great adventures…in bed,” Curly smirks, waving a fortune in Steve’s face. “You will be met with great luck this week... in bed. You are a pleasure to have around…in bed.”

“Agh, please tell me one of Harrington’s lays said that,” comes a voice. “Otherwise this interaction is very concerning.”

Dustin gasps. “EDDIE!”

Speaking of The Devil.

Like nails on a chalkboard, in walks Eddie Munson with his fucked up voice, fucked up rep, fucked up hair, and a fucked up sense of humor to match.

“Hey, Henderson,” Eddie gives a curt nod. “Hey, Steve.”

“Munson.”

“I was just telling Steve about my fortune cookies,” says Dustin. “I can’t wait to win people’s hearts over at Show and Tell, along with my spotlight secret weapon.”

“What’s your spotlight secret weapon?” Steve inquires.

“You’re looking at him,” Eddie quips. “I’m Dustin’s music act for his Show and Tell.”

There’s a pang in Steve’s heart that he wishes wasn’t there. All summer, the Retired Cub Scout had been secretly hoping that Dustin would ask him to be his Show and Tell buddy. He had so many survival skills up his sleeve that he wanted the little twerps to know before they age out. 

But the stars had other plans, he supposes.

“My friend’s friend’s dad is a music scout for Cardinal Records,” Dustin explains. “If he shows up and sees Eddie play, Corroded Coffin may have a chance!”

“Yup,” Eddie nods. “We’re performing our new song Take Me Away.”

He hands Steve a piece of crinkled paper from his back pocket, to which Steve reads after clearing the lump marinating in his throat.

“Don’t wanna grow up, I wanna get out. Hey, take me away,” Steve reads.

“Aren’t the lyrics so metal?!” Dustin beams in admiration.

“They’re uh, very edgy…” Steve shrugs.

“And incredibly fitting, when you consider the circumstances. Just wait ‘til you hear Eddie and his band perform it!”

“I think I’ll be busy with camp duties...” Steve grimaces, handing the sheet back over to Eddie. “Sorry.”

“No worries, they will just perform in your garage. They still gotta practice. Been needing another place to do so too."

Steve's eyes widen.

“What?!” he shakes his head. “Absolutely not. When did we agree on this?”

“Uh, beginning of summer?" Dustin points out. "You said you’d be willing to accommodate any of my needs. Especially since my mom’s gone to her spicy book retreat and basically threw away keys to the house.”

Steve now recalls telling Dustin that. But nowhere did it say babysitting his replacement would be in the cards.

"I'm sorry Harrington, I know I'm kinda butting in…" Eddie acknowledges.

Finally, something he and Steve can agree on.

"But we're kinda desperate at the moment, so it would mean the world. You won't even know we're there."

“It’s still no!” Harrington blubbers. “Okay? With the loud music and Eddie’s screaming, I’ll have the Loch Nora book club moms with pitchforks at my door. We have a reputation to uphold.”

“Who’s to say the Loch Nora moms don’t want in on all the angsty fun?” Eddie smirks. “Corroded Coffin’s an acquired taste, but I’m sure your… progressive… neighborhood wouldn’t mind.”

"It's not that," Steve shakes his head. "Even though we’re ‘progressive’, my neighborhood is still very much suburban-families-with-young-kids. They'd call the cops on us, for sure."

But Loch Nora was just a decoy for Steve’s true feelings. If everyone sees how cool Eddie is, they’re going to make him their Comfort Grown Up. Then where would Steve go?

Especially if they caught a glimpse of those big, brown eyes and the way they glisten in the amber sunset. And apparently Dustin’s caught wind of this Munson Magic as well; because not too long after, he’s imitating Eddie, the coercion-via-cuteness factor ramping higher on his part. And how could Steve say no to his lil face?

“Just this one time, Steve?” Dustin begs. “Please, please, pleaaase?”

“Dustin…” Steve shakes his head. 

“Pleaaase,” a pouty Eddie chimes in, slyly gazing up at Steve through his long, batty lashes. “We’ll behave, Stevie. We promise.”

But Harrington is standing his ground. Eddie already stole his best friend away from him. His gig. His spot at the Cool Adults table. Did he want Harrington’s life too?

“NO!” Steve insists. "NO!"

“YEAAAH!” Eddie croaks into the microphone while he seductively strums at his guitar. “YEEEEAAAHHHH!”

Performing in Steve’s garage was a YES-go after all. Especially if free bud has anything to do with it.

"This dude and his band are pretty good," Argyle comments as he takes a long, savoring drag from his hefty blunt. "Corroded Coffin, man. They're gonna be big one day."

"Just wait til you hear his guitar solo," Jonathan adds. "Eddie's been working on it all summer for Dustin’s show.”

The walls of the Harrington household are forced to withstand a migraine-inducing bass while everyone — but Steve —  jams out, losing themselves in a song about wanting to stay young forever.

“Don’t wanna grow up, I want to get out. Hey! Take me away…”

Jealousy festers within the host as he watches, taking in the sight of an awestruck Dustin playing his air guitar alongside Eddie, resonating with the lyrics the way he passionately yells,

“I wanna shout out, ‘take me away…away away away’…”

“Someone take me away,” Harrington’s inner monologue spews.

But it’s not that Steve hates the song, nor is he having a miserable time with everybody. It’s not that he hates Eddie or his stupid raspy voice, or the way he makes the guitar sing with every calculated twiddle of his fingers and every provocative buckling of his knees. In fact, it’s the opposite. Steve just didn’t want to admit that Dustin’s O.O.M.F. — and the other members of Corroded Coffin — were actually… pretty cool. 

And judging by the fact that Eddie was most likely Dustin’s first choice for the talent show, there was a cornier, more ominous second thing that Steve isn’t willing to admit: it’s that the exclusion really hurts him.

“Same old SHIT,” Eddie sings. “Never ends.”

“WHOA!” Harrington exclaims, waving his disapproving hands in the air.

The band stops the song immediately, the negative feedback from the amp plaguing the air while they stare around in confusion.

“What?” Eddie demands.

Any chance there was for Steve to try to humble 'The Freak', he took. And clearly this time around, there was no hesitation.

“You’re not really gonna say the S word when you perform at Show and Tell, are you?”

“The S word?” Munson retorts. “What, is this preschool?”

Ba-dum-tss! goes the drummer.

"Gareth," Eddie scowls.

Gareth Emerson digresses with a sheepish shrug.

“No," Steve shakes his head. "But it’s still a summer camp for kids.”

Eddie chuckles at this. “Come on, Harrington. Don’t act like YOU weren’t cussing up a storm at their age. The kids are all in their rebellious phase anyways. They’re gonna love it.”

Eddie’s known Steve since elementary school. This is the same guy who held swear contests, who cussed because he thought it made him look ‘mature’. The same guy that used to call women “bitches”. The same guy who almost got suspended because he and Tommy H. were yelling out slurs during an assembly, but luckily his superintendent mom was there to pull some strings to simmer it down to one afternoon of detention.

Harrington couldn’t possibly choose now to care about profanities.

“I’d rather you not bend the rules of Camp Knowhere.”

Bend the rules?!

It doesn’t take too long for Eddie to figure out that the issue goes beyond Camp Knowhere. In fact, both of Dustin’s O.O.M.F.s know that. 

 “Why the sudden change of character, Harrington?” Eddie crosses his arms. “Huh? After all these years?”

"All these years, what do you mean all these years?"

"You know exactly what I mean."

Captivated, nosy eyes bounce back and forth between the two as they argue... on and on and on and on.

“This happens every time,” Jonathan hisses to Robin at a low whisper so that they don’t hear. “Do you think they ever get tired of it?”

"I actually don't know what you mean," Steve counters. "And quite frankly, I feel like you don't seem to really know me at all."

“Hey, I’m just following your lead,” Eddie shrugs. “You never took time to get to know ME when we were in school. Unless I had something you and your friends wanted of course.”

“So all of this is MY fault?”

“I never said it was.”

It’s almost ritualistic at this point, the arguing. 

Just then, Gareth starts up again, issuing a theatrical drumroll to ease the tension. It only seems to make it worse, judging by how Eddie and Steve hiss at him immediately.

“GARETH!” “EMERSON!” 

The drummer refrains once more. 

Steve is quick to pick up where they left off. “I can read between the lines.”

“Crazy thing to say for someone who’s paid people to write his book reports.”  

“I’m just…looking out for everyone, okay?” Steve snaps, reverting the conversation back to the kids. “The children might not care, but it may look bad on the counselors. And I like my summer gig, spending time with my best friend. I don’t wanna jeopardize it.”

A self-serving response. Eddie knew to not put it past Harrington.

Regardless, Eddie chooses to comply. Not to give Steve what he wants, but because Dustin's happiness is on the line. And if his best friend is happy and Corroded Coffin gets a record deal, then Eddie wouldn’t have to deal with Steve Harrington or Hawkins much longer. 

The band starts up again and, this time, remains uninterrupted. 

Meanwhile, Steve sulks back in his seat, unable to pinpoint why he felt like the issue wasn’t resolved. But he soon realizes that for as long as Eddie Munson is part of the equation, the problem will remain a constant.

“Same old stuff,” Eddie bitterly corrects himself. “Never ends.”

“Fortune cookie, anyone?”

Two hours feel like days when everyone is stoned. And given that everyone’s too tired (and high) to drive themselves home, a sleepover at Steve’s quickly becomes inevitable. 

“Did we get the same fortune?” Jonathan asks Argyle.

“No, we didn’t,” he shakes his head. “Guess we’re not feeling sorry for each other tonight.”

Dustin chuckles.

“What are we feeling tonight? I’m thinking pizza.”

Leaving everyone else to decide on munchies, Steve and Eddie appoint themselves as the Designated Clean-Up Crew, searching for and rounding up any trash they see laying around.

“So, what are you up to nowadays?” Steve questions. “Since we graduated high school.”

“Oh, same old, same old,” Eddie offers a tense chuckle. “Still in The Biz, but the money’s good. Thankfully this time I’m doing it without my pops around.”

It strikes a nerve in Steve. He’d give anything to have his dad around. 

He also wouldn’t be proud to be in the same position as he was in high school. Didn’t Eddie want to grow as a person?

“That’s amaziiing.” Steve lies.

Uncomfortable now, Eddie clears his throat, shifting his attention back to Steve so that he can eat his own words.

“What about you? What’s The Hair been up to?”

“I work at Family Video and then help out at camp right after.”

“Try bringing that to the career fair,” Eddie scoffs jokingly.

“Sorry?”

“I said great gig you got there,” Munson perjures.

Their gazes meet for a brief, charged moment before quickly averting. 

Eddie watches Steve with both curiosity and disdain. 

This is who his best buddy is seeing on the side? It’s hard for Eddie to think of anything Dustin and Steve could possibly have in common. What would they even talk about? Maybe the new Brook Shields movie, hair gel, and their favorite ice cream flavors, but that’s just about it. And Steve Harrington doesn’t seem like the best influence for Dustin anyways.

Steve’s eyes flicker towards Eddie, trying to hide his scrutiny behind a thinly veiled expression of disinterest. 

He notes the way Eddie’s band tee has seen better days, the sleeves ripped and the print faded, and the way he absolutely reeks of Mary Jane and indistinct rubber from a Spirit Halloween store. If Dustin brought Eddie home to Mrs. Henderson, she’d probably stroke out. 

Just then, a very intoxicated Robin chimes in.

“Duuude, Eddie. It’d be awesome if Coffin got this gig.”

“Oh, I know right?” Eddie lights up immediately. “We’d be out of this rugged town once and for all and living life in the big city.”

The distaste for Eddie only amplifies with that statement. 

All of Steve’s life, he’s had nothing but good experiences in Hawkins. To have a “rough” upbringing, you had to be looking for trouble. Which is something Eddie and his father, Al seemed to have been doing since the beginning of time. 

“What’s so rugged about Hawkins?” Steve challenges Eddie.

“Wouldn’t you like to know…” Eddie mutters.

“I would, actually,” Steve taps his feet impatiently. “Go on, tell the class, Eddie. What is so rough-and-tough about this part of town?”

Eddie knows Steve is trying to set him up. He thinks for a moment, carefully crafting his words before speaking.

“There’s just…” Eddie says with trepidation. “A lack of equal opportunity to succeed. Always has been. But in the city, opportunity is everywhere. For everyone. Indy would be a perfect, clean slate for us.”

It’s like a sock to the face. 

Lack of opportunity? Eddie is most definitely looking for problems now. If he wouldn’t consider Steve being nice enough to lend him his garage — even when he didn’t like him — an ‘opportunity’ to succeed, then what would he consider?

“I mean, sure. Hawkins has issues like any other city, but I think there are equal opportunities for everyone,” Harrington protests. 

“Very rich coming from you, Suburbia.”

“Uh oh,” Dustin mutters.

Now Steve is pissed. 

Does Munson think that just because Steve lives in a nice house he’s never had problems in his life? With that logic, Eddie isn’t going to get himself very far. It’s very evident now, given where he currently is.

“Why can’t you accept the fact that life comes for others too?!” Steve spits. “Life is also hard for me, you know!”

“Guys…” Dustin starts.

A bitter laugh expels from the pit of Eddie’s stomach.

“Life is hard for you?!” Eddie exclaims. “It’s hard for you? How can life be that hard? Hey, I’m Steve Harrington. My life consists of Daddy’s money, wearing hair pomade to the ceiling and getting rejected by girls!”

“Hey, why don’t we play that one song again!” Jonathan suggests. “You know the take me away, away, away, away, away!”

But Steve and Eddie are way too locked in, committed to tearing each other to bits because the other one started it. Eddie wanted to play that game huh?

“Well all YOU know is complaining about the consequences of your own actions!” Steve spews in return. “Oh look, I’m Eddie Munson, I’m painfully self-unaware, I’m inconsiderate of everyone around me, and I commit petty crimes then wonder why the cops hate me. AND I still live with my uncle – AT MY BIG AGE.”

“YOU STILL LIVE WITH YOUR PARENTS, HOW IS THAT ANY DIFFERENT?”

“AND! You’re as loud as your guitar. NEW-NEW-NEW-NEWWW. How about you evaluate your priorities if you want a good life, Munson? And make sure you at least have some ammo under your belt before coming for me.”

“Wow,” Eddie laughs. “I don’t know anyone more tone deaf. You think my walk of life was a choice?! Not everyone was handed everything on a silver platter, Steve. Not everyone’s lives are perfect like yours!”

“Sweethearts, anybody?!” Robin butts in, desperately waving the candies in the air. “You are what you eat, and everyone in this room is VERY, VERY SWEET!”

But the boys are only getting started. If this is Robin’s version of sweet, she was about to know what sour is real quick.

“You think my life is perfect?! At least you have a father figure.”

“I want you to assess the room we’re in, Harrington,” Eddie implores. “Family must love you a lot if they’re letting you throw parties and use drugs that a loser like me was nice enough to hook you up with.”

“Leave what I do outside of camp out of this! You know, as a counselor I’m not sure I like my kids hanging out with some loitering criminal all the damn time.”

“Not sure I like them hanging out with someone who acts like an overbearing, insufferable parent.”

“At least I have parents.”

Simultaneous gasps fill the room. 

The color drains from Steve’s face when he realizes the damage he’s done. He watches as Eddie seemingly deflates, shrinking himself down at the shoulders, and then sulking in place. A blank stare overcasts his eyes, lips desperately trying not to quiver while in front of an involuntary audience. 

“That was not cool,” Steve breathes. “I’m sorry.”

But Eddie is past the point of forgiveness. And caring. Steve’s already embarrassed the fuck out of him, so what’s Dignity at this point? Steve won. Whatever game he was playing.

“You’re right, Steve,” Eddie nods, bitterly. “You have everything I want. So why can’t you just give me this one thing?”

Steve really fucked up this time. He doesn’t even know why he even said that. It isn’t necessarily a brag that Steve has parents if they aren’t active in his life. Did he really want the last word so badly, he willingly let his anger steer the direction of the conversation? Sure, Eddie has backed off now, but the thick veil of suppressed tears did not make it worth it.

“Here,” Eddie quips as he chucks Dustin’s invention at Steve’s chest. “You win. You want a cookie for it?”

Before leaving the room, Eddie helps himself to one as well. Steve watches ashamed as Eddie storms away, not seeming to care who he bumps into on his way out. With the intention to make amends, Steve darts after Eddie, following him to the bathroom only to have the door slammed in his face.

“Eddie!” Steve knocks. “Listen, I’m sorry, okay? I thought I’d gotten over my anger issues and pettiness, so I don’t know why I said all that. It’s something I need to work on, for sure.”

No response. Steve tries again.

“You guys sound really good…” he musters. “I wish I had the courage to put myself out there like that.”

Steve gently taps the door with two fingers now. 

“Eddie?”

On the other side of the wall, Eddie is angrily wiping away his tears, upset at himself for letting someone who wears women’s hairspray and Tiger Beat cologne get under his skin. 

Giving up now, Steve sighs to himself and turns around to prop his back against the door. And in case Eddie decides to come back out, Steve decides to wait a while longer, reading the fortune from his fortune cookie in the meantime. 

“A journey soon begins, its prize reflected in another’s eyes. When what you see is what you lack, then selfless love will change you back.”

“What could that possibly mean?” Steve thinks to himself as he takes a bite from the cookie. 

And at the same time on the other side, Eddie also cracks open his cookie. A nice little dessert with some kind words are sure to make him feel better. He reads his fortune.

“A journey soon begins, its prize reflected in another’s eyes. When what you see is what you lack, then selfless love will change you back.”

“…in bed,” he adds with a chuckle.

Just then the ground begins to rumble. 

The sudden JOLT causes Eddie to drop his cookie and latch onto the sink for stability. Meanwhile, Former Cub Scout Steve who knows everything about Stop-Drop-and-Roll dives for the nearest piece of furniture, crawling underneath to protect himself from any debris that may fall onto him.

“EVERYONE GET DOWN!”

“JESUS CHRIST!” Eddie yells.

Hawkins doesn’t get many earthquakes. But according to the news, Roane County was due for a big one. This could well be it. 

But as fast as the earthquake happens, it fades away. And next thing Eddie knows, he’s taking deep breaths, gathering his composure before he swings open that door. 

“Shit — Harrington, are you okay?”

Steve scans the room, looking around for any debris that may block his plight towards safety. 

“Yeah I’m fine, thanks Munson,” Steve gulps. He allows Eddie’s firm hand to hoist him up. “Just a bit shaken up. Are you okay?”

Eddie nods his head rapidly. “I’m fine too,” he insists. “I’m just worried about everyone else.”

Running back over to the garage now, a frantic Steve and Eddie call out to their friends to make sure they’re okay. But when they arrive, they’re shocked to see everyone conversing, laughing, and ordering pizza, almost as if nothing had ever happened.

Steve coughs to make his presence known. “Did you guys feel that?”

Everyone turns to them.

“Feel what?” Dustin inquires.

“There was an earthquake.”

“No, there wasn’t?” Robin cocks an eyebrow.

“Yes there was!” Eddie insists in agreement with Steve.

“Are you sure?” “An earthquake?”

“There wasn’t an earthquake.”

“What earthquake?”

“A chicken bake?” Argyle questions, clearly high as shit.

“An earthquake,” Jonathan repeats for him.

“An Earth Cake?!”

“QUAKE!” Jonathan hollers. “EARTHQUAKE!”

“EARTHQUAKE?!” the startled stoner yelps.

“No no no!” everyone yells out, doing their best to contain Argyle’s panic. “No, no, no!”

———

“You’re an asshole, Steve Harrington. I wish I could hate you.”

Eddie winces as his neck partially kinks, due to the fact that Steve was too short-fused to get him a pillow for tonight.

At least the futon is comfortable. After flopping around like a fish out of water for a few minutes, Eddie finally feels completely relaxed. And as he flips through his mental catalog of Dream Scenarios, the aspiring rockstar begins to drift off to Dreamland, envisioning his guitar solo and jamming out with his favorite herd of sheep.

Meanwhile upstairs, Steve is too emotionally uncomfortable to hit the hay.

“Get a grip, Munson,” Steve grumbles, angry at the thought of the freeloader below him. “If you stopped thinking the world is out to get you, maybe you’d actually see some progress in your life.”

After one last fluffing of his pillow, Steve reaches into his drawer and pops a gummy into his mouth, bracing himself for more Camp Knowhere shenanigans that lie ahead and having to deal with the Freakazoid-With-a-Victim-Complex in the morning. 

12:00 MIDNIGHT

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ [insert creepy, grandfather clock noises here]

8:00 AM

Obnoxious, fluffy duvet covers stir Eddie awake.

Maybe Steve did come with some goodies after all.

Munson begins to execute his morning routine: a gangly-limbed stretch followed by an exaggerated bellow and blissful smacking of his lips.

BONK.

A lamp on the nightstand interrupts his ritual. It is then that Eddie realizes.

He’s in a bedroom. 

“What the—” Munson mutters.

Sitting up slowly now, Eddie takes a moment to assess the room around him.

Trophies and medals. Cologne and hair gel. A work desk with a basketball net over it, and a Tommy Hilfiger pop-up shop in the closet.

He’s in Steve’s room.

But where is Steve?

Curious about the time and day, Eddie instinctively goes to consult his watch that normally rests on his wrist.

It’s not there. 

Eddie then looks at his hands…his palms… Not a single blister, callous or hangnail. Those are not his hands.

“Those aren’t mine…” he thinks to himself.

Eddie then runs some stressed fingers through his hair, only to discover that its length is half of what it was when he fell asleep last night.

“That’s not mine either.”

Eddie shoots up immediately. When he finds himself standing, Eddie notices his food belly is gone, and that six pack abs have taken its place. Eddie then stares down at his feet, which are now exponentially larger. And hairier. And his thighs, now they’re a lot bulkier.

Suddenly Eddie’s hands explore his thighs, grazing his quads shortly before going to grope the two plump mounds of tissue behind him, both cheeks comparably twice the surface area of his palms!

“That’s DEFINITELY not mine.”

Absolutely panicked now, Eddie releases his grip on the butt that isn’t his and dashes out the room.

It appears that he is somehow not in his body. And the only person in Loch Nora with a dump truck for an ass — that Eddie knows of — is Steve Harrington.

But if he's Steve, then where is Eddie’s body?

The couch.

Eddie bolts over to Steve’s living room in search of his corpse. And to his surprise, he does find himself there, the chest that was his – but not his – at the same time rising and depressing as he watches himself sleep. 

“Christ if that’s not Steve in there, then I’m dead,” Eddie thinks to himself. “And quite frankly, I don’t know which one is worse.” 

Eddie clears his throat.

"H-hello? Steve?”

Nothing.

“Steve?” Eddie attempts again. “Hey. Steve. It���s Eddie. Wake up!”

Nothing.

“This is an emergency, Steve. I need you to wake up now, please.”

He gets a good snore out of the entity. Completely frustrated now, Eddie does not hold back.

"This is alarming, Steve! WAKE UP!”

Eddie unearths the bottom half of Steve's…his… body by pushing the blanket aside. When he tugs at his legs, Presumably Steve retaliates, grabbing onto the arms of the sofa to keep him in place.

“EARTH. TO. KING. STEVE!” Eddie screams.

"Whaaat, dude?!" the host in Eddie’s body grumpily demands.

"Aha! So you are Steve!"

"Duh, who the fuck else?" It demands. "Are you still high?"

"If I was, then that would better explain this."

Steve must’ve really done too much last night. Because for a while there, the person who he assumed was Eddie sounded a heck of a lot like him.

"That’s fucking weird," Steve shakes his head, turning over to look at Eddie. "For a second there, you sounded a lot like m—AAAH OH MY GOD!"

Palms clasping his… (well, Eddie’s) mouth now, Steve can only gasp in horror.

"WHO are you?” he demands. “WHAT are you?"

"It's me! It's Eddie!" Eddie gulps. "I'm... I’M INSIDE OF YOU!”

There’s a pause.

“I don't like how I worded that,” he admits.

"Yeah, neither do I..." Steve agrees. Suddenly he squints. "Is that a zit on my forehead?"

He reaches to swat it but Eddie swats him away. Through Steve's gritted teeth, Eddie hisses,

"THAT'S what you're worried about right now? What in the sane hell is happening?!"

“This isn’t the first weird dream I’ve had after taking an edible,” Steve remarks.

“Harrington, this ISN’T a dream. Okay? This is real life.”

“Yeah, okay Munson,” Steve scoffs, finally hoisting himself off of the couch to pace around. “I know a dream when I’m in one. I just gotta… pinch myself or slap myself around and I’ll be awake.”

But Eddie wastes no time.

“OW!” Steve yelps. “You just pinched my nipple!”

“You mean my nipple?”

He does it again.

“OW! Quit it dude, that’s harassment.”

The two make their way over to a mirror in the living room. To test out the impossible, Steve raises his right hand. The mirror shows Eddie doing it. Eddie begins to touch his face. The mirror responds with Steve doing it. 

It’s the confirmation they were too in denial to come to terms with. They somehow switched bodies.

“Oh god, I’m…” Steve stammers. “Wow…”

“Oh…GOD!” Eddie shrieks. He inches closer to the mirror. “I’m like an off-brand George Michael!”

“HURTFUL—”

“Harrington!” Eddie exclaims, turning back around to face himself. “What was the last thing you remember from last night?”

“Uhh,” Steve stammers. “A-all I remember was us arguing during dinner time and going separate ways after. And then there was a big earthquake that everyone insists that they didn’t feel. And then…we all went to bed, and I forgot to get you a pillow.”

“It’s okay, I’m over it,” Eddie pants. “Way bigger issues than a pillow right now.”

“And now we’re here.”

The two frantically pace around the living room. How can something like this possibly happen?

"Okay,” Eddie exhales. “Yesterday we were here with everybody. All of us were seemingly having a good time until we got pretty into it. Then the earthquake happened, we went to bed, and woke up sober… but in different bodies. Is this like…a rare phenomenon…some kind of medical emergency?”

“I don’t know, dude,” Steve shrugs. “This has never happened to me before. There has to be a scientific explanation for this."

Suddenly their two brain cells click.

"Henderson," they utter in unison.

“It was probably Dustin’s Empathy science experiment,” Steve infers. “Although I'm not sure how a fortune cookie would take walking-in-another-person's-shoes so damn LITERAL."

"God, we’re cooked!” Eddie groans. “And we can’t tell anyone but our friends about it or else we’re REALLY gonna end up as test subjects!”

Eddie starts biting his new nails and frantically pacing back and forth. Meanwhile, Steve centers in on his breathing before emotionally responding to the situation in front of him.

“Okay…” Steve exhales. “Let me just gather my thoughts… You’re in my body and I’m in your body.”

“...Right,” Eddie nods, annoyed since they’d already established that. “Does it seem less scary now that you’ve said it out loud?”

“No,” Steve shakes his head.

“Alright, cool,” Eddie shrugs. “Just checking.”

They look at each other, absolutely petrified of the reality that has now sunk in. And before they seek any other forms of help, there was one more final thought the two needed to share alone… one O.O.M.F. (Other Older Male Friend) to another, in the comfort of Steve’s living room.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

[cue panicked guitar rift here 🎸⚡️]

“This is so not cool, man, this is SO not cool!”

Argyle, Jonathan, and Robin are the first ones at the scene. Along with Dustin, of course, who is now evidently spiraling. 

“I need some air,” Dustin sighs. “Oh my god oh my god oh my god.”

The scientist darts outside for a very reasonable and private mental breakdown. Meanwhile in his absence, everyone else attempts to get their Thinking Caps on.

“I mean…” Argyle pants. “It’s one thing to have a funky acid trip, it’s another to have an out-of-body experience…but this is…this is…”

“Freaky,” Jonathan finishes for him.

“It’s FREAKY!” Argyle agrees. “And it’s not like we can go to the cops, I mean, they'd never open their minds to something like this. They'd just ship us to the Kerley County KOOK HOUSE.”

“Or worse,” Eddie gulps. “The Lab.”

The room is drowned with frantic rambling once again as all the young adults talk over each other.

Will this be the new normal? A head-banging Steve and a preppy Eddie? It sounds like pure nightmare fuel. A disaster waiting to happen. And Dustin only programmed his fortune cookies for this… unintentionally. He didn’t program a way to undo it. 

Everyone is running out of ideas. That is until…

“Wait!” Robin exclaims. “What if you guys just…combined?”

The idea is met with retaliation.

“I beg your finest pardon?” “WE WHAT?!”

“Wait!” Eddie exclaims. “No, no, yeah! I get it. What if we… what if we just… RAN… into each other and the force will be great enough to switch us back?”

“Right! Right!” Steve frantically agrees. “Right, the greater the force, the greater the impact, and we’ll be back in our bodies in no time.”

Steve and Eddie are on opposite sides of the room before anyone else can register it. Kicking his foot around like a bull, Eddie warms himself up while Harrington takes deep breaths, grounding himself before the ordeal.

“Are they really about to…” Argyle begins.

“Sh.. sh..” Jonathan stops him.

“I really wanna see how this goes,” Robin adds.

“Okay,” Eddie huffs before he lets out a battle cry. “EN GUARDE!”

“OH GOD!” Steve shrieks.

“AHHHHHH!” 

“AHHHHHH!”

SMACK! PLOP!

Luckily the floor breaks their fall. The commotion grabs the attention of Dustin, who had just finished his meltdown. But at the sight of seeing his two friends attempt to combine, he could feel himself being launched into yet another one. 

“Okay,” Dustin sighs as he walks back in. “What the hell?!”

———

“Language, Dusty!”

The next brainiac to consult on the list is Suzie, Dustin’s girlfriend. Spawning from the Mormon Capital of the world (Salt Lake City, Utah), Little Miss Beauty and Brains is known to have a solution for just about anything. Until now, it seems.

 “I’m sorry for the language, Suzie. I’m just freaking out,” Dustin blubbers. “It’s not every day my best friends switch bodies and I have no idea how to change them back.”

“So let me get this straight…” Suzie sighs. “Steve is inside of Eddie, and Eddie is inside of Steve.”

“Okay, can we please stop wording it like that?!” Eddie pleads.

“Sorry, Steve.”

“I’M EDDIE!”

“Jiminy Cricket, this is so confusing.”

And what a sight for confused eyes it also is.  But as painful as it is to admit, it’s interesting watching “Steve Harrington” stomp at the ground muttering “Jesus H. Christ!” while “Eddie Munson” nitpicks everything about his hair in the mirror.

“Okay, let’s start from the beginning,” Suzie suggests. “How did this start? What did you use for your ingredients, Dusty Bun?”

“Passionfruit and cohosh,” Dustin answers firmly. “Well-known, NATURAL stimulants of oxytocin.”

“And you said they ate the cookies containing these ingredients?”

“Yes, and they got the same fortune which I programmed for them to feel empathy for each other when it happens. Their bodies should’ve released an immense amount of oxytocin. Instead, they uh well, they switched bodies.”

“Dusty Bun… there is no such thing as an oral oxytocin!”

“Why not?” Steve questions.

“Because it would just get destroyed in the GI tract,” Suzie explains. “Meaning there wouldn’t be any ‘stimulants’ to absorb into the bloodstream.”

“Meaning oxytocin would’ve never been released in the first place,” Eddie’s breath hitches.

“It’s also notorious for being unable to cross the blood-brain barrier,” Suzie adds. “Something always happens before it’s able to. This may as well be that something.”

“But… if it gets destroyed in the stomach…” Dustin wonders. “Then how the hell did Steve and Eddie still end up switching bodies?”

Suzie shoots Dustin a dirty look.

“How the heck…” he corrects himself.

Suzie softens up immediately. “I don’t know. Our Heavenly Father works in mysterious ways. This may have happened for a reason. I’m not sure what it is yet, but I’m sure it serves a Divine purpose.”

“Well, can it SERVE a little faster?” Eddie grumbles. “I’ve got a Show and Tell to practice for and Harrington’s got children to babysit. We obviously can’t do that for each other. People are going to think we’ve gone crazy.”

Suddenly a light bulb goes off in his head.

“Wait. Henderson! Give us a couple more cookies. Maybe if we get the same fortune again, we’ll switch back!”

“NO! No more cookies!” Steve butts in. “Who’s to say you won’t end up inside another person whose body you didn’t wanna be in?”

“Wouldn’t be the first time.”

“Okay…” Dustin stops him, disgusted at the fact. “Enough.”

“Dustin is right,” Suzie nods. “Enough arguing for now, and no more fortune cookies with matching fortunes until we can find out what’s wrong!”

The boys watch as Suzie walks back towards her desk and returns with some papers and pencils.

“Here. My homework for you two is to write down every little detail there is to know about each other. This includes your day-to-day, your hobbies, and even habits. No one can know what is really going on behind the scenes.”

“Whoa whoa whoa, wait,” Eddie shakes his head. “I don’t like what you’re implying. We don’t have to… live life as each other… do we?!”

“In the meantime, yes. You do.” Suzie confirms. “And it will be uncomfortable, I’m not going to lie. But what else can we do?”

“Uh, go through all of Dustin’s fortune cookies until we find a pair so Steve and I can ingest THOSE!” Eddie points out.

“Yeah, and there goes BOTH my Show and Tell items!” Dustin hollers.

“Dusty, don’t worry,” Suzie speaks again. “You will get to showcase your friends and fortune cookies at Show and Tell. I’ll be doing my own research to ensure that this happens. This includes talking to some monks, priests, and rabbis. We WILL get to the bottom of this.”

The three leave Suzie’s cabin feeling absolutely defeated. 

Of course this would happen the summer Steve finally got his hair under control. And of course this would happen the moment Eddie has a potential record deal at the palm of his hands. Any other circumstance would have been okay, despite the freakiness factor. This was just shit timing if they ever did see it.

And if Suzie can’t fix it, they’re screwed.

When they get far enough away from the girls' cabins, Steve excuses himself to the nearest water fountain. In contrast, Eddie shows himself to the closest Porta-Potty, the safest place for him to have a conversation he wouldn’t be caught dead having.

“Hey God,” Eddie grumbles. “Me again.”

———

Adapting to each other’s lives certainly wasn’t easy.

It started with switching cars.

Steve’s BMW has sensitive brakes. Eddie’s beloved van, Halen, on the other hand requires more force, more aggression, something Eddie believed Steve would bust his toe doing.

And Eddie can only hope that when Steve is running around town as him, he doesn’t embarrass him all too much. He’s already not off to a good start, with a stupid Thundercats t-shirt on and his hair up in a bun.

“And when you’re outside with the kiddos, make sure they wear sunscreen,” Steve advises him. “You're a camp counselor, after all.”

“Got it.”

“And that an epipen is with you at all times,” Steve adds. “Some of the kids have bee and nut allergies and those reactions can be lethal.”

Make sure this. Make sure that. It’s odd for Eddie to be hearing it all in his own voice. Has Steve always been this annoying?

Eventually Eddie gets tired of it and consults his Walkman, blasting “Take Me Away” through his headphones to drown out Steve’s rambling. Rambling on and on and on and on… on and on and on and on….

“Eddie!” Steve shouts. “Are you listening?”

“Don’t wanna grow up I wanna get out,” Eddie sings. “HEY! Take me away.”

Eddie was listening. In fact he listens and pays attention more than Steve knows. He just doesn’t want to give him that satisfaction.

“I’m gonna get you a real job,” Steve says to Eddie.

“A real job?” Eddie tuts. “My job is real. I sell real drugs and bring in real money to help my Uncle afford our really real rent.”

“But I’m not gonna be the one doing it.”

“Sure you are. You’re me.”

“Munson, no!”

“Harrington, yes.”

“I’M NOT SELLING KETAMINE TO MINORS, EDDIE.”

“Aw. But you fit the stereotype,” Eddie smirks, rather cheekily. “Now chop chop, Rick’s expecting royalties on said sales.”

“Maybe I can land you a hospitality job. Or maybe a front desk job. Something that comes with benefits. Something practical.”

“A Munson with a normal job in Hawkins?” Eddie can’t believe his ears. “Yeah, good luck with that.”

Perhaps there is a silver lining in all of this. 

For the average Hawkins resident, getting a job is no issue. It was never a choice for Eddie. Given his father’s less-than-cookie-cutter reputation – and Eddie being an involuntary extension of him – he couldn’t believe Steve couldn’t grasp that getting a conventional job is hard. And Eddie always thought Harrington needed some humbling. This is the perfect scenario for it.

“Take your feet off your dash,” Steve grumbles. “Steve Harrington doesn’t do that.”

“AyAy, Captain.”

“And stop head-banging in my body, will ya?” Steve begs. “You’ll break a sweat and un-pomade my hair.”

“God, you’re so anal about everything, Steve!” Eddie scoffs. “I feel sorry for those kids, I really do.”

If Eddie’s going to be walking around in Steve’s body, he at least wanted to relax first. But even that was impossible, given that Steve is a talker and alleged goodie-two-shoes-who-discovered-empathy-on-drugs-and-that’s-all-he-preaches-now (with the rules of a mother whose son was allergic to everything but water).

The car ride is more tense and quiet as the two approach Knowhere. Eddie is quick to scurry out when Steve approaches the drop-off curb, a little speech already prepared from the first nerve Harrington managed to get on in the morning.

“Loosen up that manbun,” Eddie commands once he’s out of the car. “You look like the Buddha went thrifting in Chicago. You also need to unclench your asscheeks a bit more if you wanna be me. And to put more fiber in your diet. How’s that for advice?”

SLAM! goes the door. Steve normally would’ve been pissed, but since he’s driving Halen, he’s lenient about it. So he watches Eddie walk away, in a stride that looks like he's constantly got a wedgie, over to the camp and towards the kids he is to watch until Show and Tell Day.

“WEAR SUNSCREEN!” Steve hisses, one last time. “…I don’t play about my skin.”

———

“Hey, Steve!” a group of campers greet Eddie as he makes his way into Knowhere.

God, this is so weird.

“Hey…kiddos?” Eddie greets them in return.

“We’re gonna go diving in the lake, just letting you know.”

“Thanks for the invite,” Eddie tuts. “Sounds like a lot of fun. Just uh, wear sunscreen.”

“Well, we try to invite you but you never wanna come with us.”

“Says who?” Eddie demands. “It’s summer, everyone goes to the lake.”

“Everyone but you,” a kid points out. “You turn us down every time.”

“I do?”

“All the time,” another kid confirms. “You say it ruins your hair.”

"I was...joking," is all Eddie can come up with.

"Really? Because it doesn't sound like you were," another child counters. "You already don't like that the UV rays have the potential to damage your hair cuticles, which aids in your fear of dryness and breakage. Furthermore, swimming in a lake filled with miscellaneous, unidentified bacterium is another concern, apart from the warm water having the potential to dry your hair out even more. Also, at windy temperatures of about 80 degrees, typical for a Hawkins summer, your hair when damp will start to frizz. Which is where your pomade and Farrah Fawcett spray come in handy. And on summer days, you give your hair 32 hours before the next hair wash rotation, to which the cycle starts again. We know the drill, Steve. You've explained it multiple times. And we get it now that you don’t like the lake."

Even the kids think Harrington's insufferable. Eddie can only shake his head in disbelief.

"I'm not who I was a day ago," Eddie shrugs. "...literally."

"Huh?"

"You gonna let me join or what?"

Suddenly, the kids’ eyes begin to light up. Steve Harrington joining them at the lake? It was going to be the most fun day they’ve ever had!

"Sure!" the kids cheer excitedly. "Al-right! Steve is joining our party!"

Eddie smiles to himself, proud of the reaction he got from the eager children. Excited cheers? Smiling faces? Now THAT is how you Camp Counsel.

And now that Eddie thinks about it, he realizes something. He’s spent most of his youth in survival mode that he never got to let loose and have fun. And while he has Steve’s body and physical activity levels, he is certainly NOT about to let that go to waste. Pomade? Eddie thinks to himself. Meet Trash Can.

“Hey guys! Wait for me!” Eddie calls after the campers. “CANNONBALL!"

Meanwhile Steve sets off to find Eddie a job.

A real job.

He tries Hawkins Mart. The roller rink. The movie theater. The coffee shops. Something that involved social interaction and hard work. 

"Hi there," Steve grins politely. "I'm Eddie Munson, and I'd like to apply for a job."

But Hawkins is anything but receptive to it.

"No."

"Nope."

"Sorry."

"Munson, eh? You related to Al Munson?"

"NO!"

Apparently misdemeanors and run-ins with the law make it impossible to land a good gig. It was no wonder now why Eddie stayed where he was comfortable.

Though, it's unconventional.

Steve is just about to lose hope when those looking for help didn't even want him.

But he wasn’t giving up. There has to be something Steve can do to increase Eddie's chances of landing a good job.

Just then, he realizes. 

Maybe it’s not Eddie’s past, but his demeanor. The way he carries himself. If he didn’t dress like a vessel for Satan every single day, this conservative town would probably take him more seriously.

It's one of life's twisted games. Steve didn’t make the rules. And he sure as hell can't change it. 

But there is one thing he can help Eddie do. He can help Eddie play the game. Master it.

And that’s when Steve sees the scissors.

———

So you can say sunscreen is the least of everyone’s worries.

“Jesus Chr— what did you do to my hair?!”

“What did you do to MINE?!”

“I had to let her breathe man,” Eddie explains. “God, Harrington. No wonder you’re always in a mood. Holding your hair up with so much gel, MY HEAD FELT HEAVIER THAN A BOWLING BALL.”

“Oh yeah?” Steve challenges him. “Well your hair was so greasy, I could’ve pat it down with a paper towel like it’s PIZZA.”

The two are at it again, reaching at each other’s hair and then swatting each other away like flies. Suddenly Robin butts into the quarrel, emerging from the kitchen with amusement spread all across her face. 

“Oh…my…god…” she says.

Steve and Eddie simultaneously stop their bickering and pan their gazes over to her. Unable to contain her laughter, Robin releases a hearty chuckle in front of them.

“Holy shit, this is the greatest thing since disposable cameras,” Robin tsks. “On that note, let me go get mine.”

“NO!” both Steve and Eddie refuse.

“This is so humiliating!” Steve whines. “I look like someone literally mopped the floor with me!” 

“You're embarrassed?!” Eddie exclaims as he points to his own, original body. “Whose Peepaw died?! Why am I wearing a grandpa sweater sourced from the crusty back bins of Goodwill?!”

"I thought it'd be fitting attire for your library job that I got you."

"You got me a job at the LIBRARY?!” Eddie shrieks. “Out of all places?"

"No other place would hire you!"

"Can’t say I didn’t warn ya."

“And why does my hair LOOK LIKE THAT?!” Steve demands. “You went into the lake with the kids, didn’t you? DIDN’T YOU?!”

Eddie shakes his head at him, baffled. “God forbid, I – the camp counselor — do camp counselor things! I did exactly what you told me to do.”

“WHERE DID I SAY YOU COULD MESS UP MY HAIR?”

Steve takes a moment to mourn his glorious mane. Meanwhile, Eddie starts brainstorming how he’s going to rob a high end salon for all their hair growth serums. 

Just then, Robin reemerges from the shadows with her camera, panning it directly at the two of them, as if she were some eager journalist fighting for her spot on the front page of National Geographic.

“Say cheese, freaks!”

———

Eddie was having a hard time being Steve.

Being Hawkins’ most desirable male apart from Billy Hargrove was harder than he thought. Because while women worshiped the ground Steve walked on, it was hard for flight-risk teens to take the Pretty Boy seriously.

“Christopher!” Eddie hisses. “I told you to stop domesticating the raccoons, you little shit.”

Living in the trailer park, Eddie’s no stranger to those feral, yet adorable, beady-eyed beauties. And while they were cute, holding your hand, refurbishing your trash, and performing for crackers, there was an unspoken agreement when it came to those kinds of animals: you are to never take them in.

“But it’s for research!” Christopher pleads.

“I wouldn’t care if it was for the Nobel Peace Prize,” Eddie scolds him. He places his angry hands frustratedly on his hips. “Those things can be rabid, violent, and aggressive when you least expect it. Trust me on this. Raccoons are better left alone in the wild. They can’t live with people like us.”

A low, miserable groan furls at the base of the boy’s belly. He kicks at the dirt beneath him.

“Ugh, you ruin all the fun, Steve,” Christopher whines. “Eddie Munson would never treat us like this.”

That statement just about nipped Eddie in the soul. Was this what being a buzzkill is like? Little did Christopher know that it’s actually Eddie scolding him. And that the kids were not only hurting Steve’s feelings but his as well. 

Meanwhile Steve wasn’t having a grand time being Eddie either.

“HEY! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING BOY?!”

He almost died. Quite literally. And if it hadn’t been for Wayne launching himself across the room to stop it from happening, the odds of he and Eddie ever switching back would’ve gone from unlikely to zero.

“What?!” Steve demands.

“What do you mean, what?!” Wayne demands. “You eat that thing you’re going to wound up in the hospital! Again!”

Steve’s eyes trail down to the delicious shrimp tacos he had bought for takeout from Estrella’s. 

Eddie is deathly allergic to shellfish. And with just a single bite of that shrimp taco, he would be in the back of an ambulance with hives and a closed-up throat. And judging by the fact that Eddie and his uncle didn’t necessarily bring home the ‘big bucks’, an invoice from Hawkins Memorial Hospital wouldn’t be an ideal situation to put him through.

“We’re already two months behind on rent,” Wayne grumbles. “You eat those tacos, kick the bucket, and rack up them bills, I may as well join ya six feet under.”

No tacos, no time and a half at work, and no solution to the problem at hand. No wonder Eddie was always an angsty mess. It definitely showcases in those lyrics too.

———

“Take me away, away, away, AWAY”

A killer guitar solo rips through the Harrington garage as Eddie strums away at the chords. 

In hindsight, it looks like Steve is the rockstar. But the feral energy is unmistakably Munson’s, to which Dustin can’t help but get lost in, dancing along as a one-man-mosh-pit to the brilliance of Corroded Coffin’s discography.

“Same old stuff, it never ends.”

“The song sounds so cool hearing it in Steve’s voice,” Dustin beams. “And I can’t believe you put him in a crop top.”

“It’s like dressing up a Barbie doll,” Eddie jokes as he puts his guitar away. He then turns his torso towards Henderson’s field of view. “Look… Harrington’s an innie.”

Dustin cackles at the sight.

“Hahaha, no way!” he cheers. “I’m an outie.”

“Me too.”

The garage lets out an insulated hum as Steve strides in with the tacos. He cocks an eyebrow, confused at the sight of Dustin and Corroded Coffin comparing navels with each other. 

“What did I just walk into?”

Eddie’s eyes light up at the sight of Steve.

“Ooh, is that Estrella’s I smell?” he inquires.

“All yours,” Steve grumbles. “Found out today that I can’t have shellfish.”

Eddie smirks at the realization.

“But I can,” he sings. “Because I’m Steve Harrington.”

Eddie rushes over to Steve to acquire the food. Steve goes over to greet the rest of the boys and to issue Dustin a long-awaited high five.

“Mmm…” Eddie coos. “Take a good look at these washboard abs, Innie. They’ll be gone for as long as I can have these tacos.”

Steve makes a face. “I can’t believe you put me in a crop top.”

“I can’t believe you cut my hair,” Eddie shrugs.

But he seems to have gotten over the fact. Hair will grow back. There were larger issues at hand today. Like how exactly Eddie is going to perform with Corroded Coffin at Show and Tell.

“Listen,” Eddie wipes his mouth. “Harrington. I have a favor. If worse comes to worst and we can’t switch back on time, I need you to perform as me for Show and Tell.”

“And why exactly would I do that?”

“Because it’s our one shot to make it big.”

“Again, why would I do that?”

“Because you love me,” Eddie sneers.

But his face drops when Steve doesn’t return the energy. 

Nowhere in the fine print did it say ‘Steve Owes Eddie’. So why would Steve bother? It’s a lot for Eddie to ask of someone he’s openly mocked for years. But now that he needs something, suddenly Steve is the coolest person in the world? It doesn’t work like that. 

“Hey…” Eddie begins. “I know you don’t like me, okay? Whatever animosity you have towards me, I hope we can move on from it one day.” 

Steve refuses to meet Eddie’s eyes.

“If you do this for me, I’ll be eternally grateful,” Munson adds. “And maybe just maybe — when Corroded Coffin makes it big and we start touring around the world — I’ll be out of your hair forever. Literally.”

“Seems transactional.” 

It leaves a bad taste in Eddie’s mouth. It was always ‘Terms and Conditions’ with Harrington. Never has he ever considered the other person’s feelings. Never has he ever done anything out of the goodness of his heart. It was always, “What do I get out of it?”. Always some sort of fucked up business move. Just like his father.

“You view everything as a transaction, don’t you?” Eddie scoffs. 

“Why would I do favors for someone who’s done nothing but disrespect me? I value my time and energy. I’m not wasting it on you.” 

“But you can waste it on being a camp counselor, right? The kids aren’t so hot about you anyways, so I don’t know why you keep showing up.”

“Because Dustin is there. Because I’m a good friend. You wouldn’t know sacrifice and loyalty if it hit you in the face.”

“Ah, there it is. The performative activism in plain sight. We all know that this is about Dustin. AAAAlways been that way.”

“Of course my summer is about Dustin,” Steve argues. “You’ve had him all year. Spending every second with him and breathing down his neck.”

“I’M the one spending too much time with him?” Eddie scoffs. “Breathing down his neck?! You’re the one who got a gig to be closer to him.”

“Does it register with you that it’s because I DON’T SEE HIM MUCH AT ALL ANYMORE?” Steve shouts. “He’s always at your stupid D&D games and never wants to hang out with me! You’re taking the spotlight, like you always seem to do!”

“That’s IT!” Dustin barks. “I have HAD it with you two fighting all the time.”

Finally, it’s quiet. And normally the two would be stoked about it, but seeing Dustin on the brink of tears does not make the last word worthwhile at all.

“Not even a life-changing catastrophe will make you guys stop! You’re in each other’s bodies for Christ’s sake and still going at it like cats and dogs.”

Dustin starts back towards the house, kicking at the chords beneath his feet that are blocking his dramatic exit. All Dustin has ever wanted from those two – and quite literally every adult in his life – was co-existence. A notion so easy, yet no one has ever been able to give him that. Not even with his damn empathy cookies.

“It all makes me feel like a failure. Locking myself in my cabin for six weeks to have my fortune cookies yield THESE results? My last year at camp too.”

“Dustin–”

“And if you guys keep this up, then I don’t wanna spend the rest of my summer with either of you. How’s that for compromise?”

“Hey. Buddy…” Steve starts again.

“Henderson!” Eddie calls at the same time.

But it’s already too late. Off Dustin goes, Camp Nowhere notebook in his arms, walkie in his pocket, and car keys jingling furiously around his fingers. Nothing worth displaying at Show and Tell if the grown ups were going to act younger than the campers there. And if Dustin’s anger wasn’t already prominent, the way he backs out of Steve’s driveway is a dead giveaway, judging by the screeching tires and the pop of the engine as he steps on the gas.

“Damn,” Jeff comments. “Taco ‘bout a tough crowd…”

Ba-dum-tss! the drum sounds.

“GARETH!” Steve and Eddie growl.

"Scott Clarke."

Hearing that name nearly gives Eddie whiplash. Especially because it came out of Steve’s mouth.

"Huh?"

Steve repeats himself. "Scott Clarke? Our middle school science teacher?”

Steve is perched at the bottom of the stairs, wading aimlessly around in guilt. Eddie watches as he props himself against the rails of his fancy staircase, almost as if to serenade him with an apology song of sorts. 

"When we were kids, he headed the Hawkins Middle AV Club,” Steve recalls. “Nancy was in it, and so was Mike and so was Sinclair, Baby Byers, and Dustin.”

“Go on…”

“Well…whenever they ran into trouble, Mr. Clarke was always there to help,” Harrington shrugs. “Always been very personable, non-judgmental, and most of all, he’s knowledgeable.”

“Okay…”

 “And with his degree from MIT, he’d be the one most likely able to get us out of this mess,” Steve emphasizes. “Just in time for Show and Tell.”

“What makes you think he’d want to help former students like us?” Eddie demands. “We weren’t in the AV club or anything.”

“Because he cares, Eddie. Current students or not.”

There’s a pause.

“Remember that one time you came into homeroom with a black eye?” Steve reflects. “And Clarke made you stay after class so he could ask if everything was okay at home?”

Attempting to mask the mushy feelings underneath, Eddie simply shrugs. Steve persists.

“Other teachers would have assumed you got in a fight or something. Even if that was the case, none of them cared to look further into it. No one except Mr. Clarke.” 

“Yeah,” Eddie admits, choked up now. “Yeah, I almost forgot about that.”

It actually was a fight that happened that day. Some random kid at school. But there were also times Eddie has gotten in scuffles with his father, typically when Al Munson stumbled home too drunk for his own good and tried laying a hand on either him or Uncle Wayne. And Mr. Clarke, having grown up with Al, knew what he was capable of. Meaning it was his unspoken civil duty to look out for (Munson) Junior.

“And,” Harrington sighs. “I’m kinda really desperate here. I want you to be able to perform at Dustin’s Show and Tell. You and the band have a shot at this. I wholeheartedly believe that. And I don’t have much faith in my ability to perform as you. Neither does Dustin, it seems.”

“Steve…” Eddie begins. 

“And sure, I was upset about not being Henderson’s first choice for a while,” Steve rambles. “But I’ll be okay. The kids can learn survival skills another time. ”

Grateful tears start to form in Eddie’s eyes. He’s never seen this side of Steve before. 

“My hopes and dreams don’t depend on Show and Tell,” Steve mumbles. “And if it means a producer from Cardinal Records is going to be there, then getting Wayne and yourself out of debt does.”

Their eyes meet again.

“I can’t take that away from you.”

Suddenly the rocker feels his knees buckle.

It feels as if Eddie’s soul is about to leave his body. Or Steve’s in this sense. Struggling to keep his composure, the ever-so-rugged Eddie Munson clears his throat.

“…I didn’t think you paid attention to any of that, Steve.”

“I pay attention more than you think,” Steve counters. “And if my observations are right, Mr. Clarke might have the answer.”

Steve shrugs, dangling the keys to Eddie’s van around his fingers. He hula hoops them around as Eddie remains floored, pondering above him.

“Well?” says Steve. “You just gonna stand there and gawk, ‘Harrington’? Come on.”

Perhaps walking and gawking would be more productive. Without further hesitation, Eddie races down the steps and follows closely behind Steve before shutting the door to the house.

“Wipe your feet,” Steve commands as he unlocks the doors to Halen.

“What do you mean wipe my feet?” Eddie snaps. “It’s MY van!”

“Yeah, but I’m the one who’s been driving it,” Steve counters with a glare. “And I’m saying wipe your feet.”

Nonetheless, Eddie sighs and does as he’s told. But he’s not happy about it. 

Never in a million years did he think Steve Harrington would tell him how to run his own van. Nor did he think Harrington would actually end up being a good dude. Both were very humbling experiences. And while King Steve drives them off to Hawkins Middle, willingly blasting Metallica and doing his best to head-bang, Eddie crosses his arms and stares blankly out the passenger side window.

“I’m never eating anything Dustin makes me again.”

———

"So..." Eddie prompts. "Can you fix us?"’

“If it isn’t broken, then do not fix it,” Mr. Clarke advises. 

There was only so much that could be disclosed to their former teacher. Being an educator also meant being a mandated reporter, and it’s without a doubt government officials would bust down the doors of Camp Knowhere and run a freak raid on Dustin’s science experiment had they known the truth. Steve and Eddie had to gloss over practically everything.

“I appreciate and am honored to know you two trust me with your dilemma,” Mr. Clarke nods. “That being said, it is normal for gentlemen your age to go through an identity crisis after experimenting with recreational drugs. It will subside, but only if you don’t fight it.”

A decade can certainly change things. Steve and Eddie never expected their most logic-driven teacher to embrace his heart, dressed in a brown linen robe, as he calmly kept them on standby with soothing, meditative “Ommm”s while they spiraled into desperation in his ‘BACK TO (S)C(H)OOL’ classroom.

“But what is the science behind this?” Steve demands. “Is something happening in the…the… what did Suzie call it? The blood-brain barrier? Why would… Harrington and I both feel like we are living the life of the other person?”

“To question everything is to not know peace,” Mr. Clarke soothes them.

He’s saying this while criss-cross-apple-sauce on his desk, by the way.

“Sometimes, it is best to simply let things be,” the educator warns. “By going against the grain of the water, you are blocking the potential you can reach if you had been in a flow state.”

“Good God, you choose NOW to go on a spiritual retreat?!” Eddie hisses. “When we need science and your genius mind the most?!”

“If not now, then when?” Mr. Clarke mumbles. “If not you, then who?”

For the first time in his life, Eddie feels plagued with academic regret. He wishes he paid attention in Clarke’s class. Meanwhile Steve is considering having a word with his superintendent mother, because no way in hell is some barefoot, most-likely-vegan lunatic about to indoctrinate the future kids of America. 

“If not you… then who?” Clarke repeats. “If there's one thing I learned during my time in research… and mindful meditation…  it's that sometimes the answer is right in front of you. Or within."

Steve and Eddie look at each other.

"The world is full of obvious things," Mr. Clarke says. "...which nobody, by any chance, ever observes. Sherlock Holmes."

Accepting the absolute bust, Steve and Eddie storm out of the door and back down the stairs of their prepubescent alma mater. 

“Son of a bitch,” Eddie curses under his breath. “The damn hippies got to him before we did.”

As the two walk down the stairs, Steve sneaks a few quick glances Eddie’s way. Seeing him upset didn’t necessarily make him feel so hot. The answer is clear: they need to venture beyond a Mormon child and a middle school science teacher. They need to consult the big dogs. 

“We can go to the Indianapolis Science Center,” Steve suggests. “And maybe ask some people there. There’s also the university. If we flag down a professor from the physics or chemistry department, maybe they can offer us some insight. Or…”

“Just give it a rest, Steve,” Eddie surrenders.

“What?” Steve questions. “No! We’ve got to figure this out before Show and Tell. It’s in a couple days.”

“What’s a couple days?” Eddie demands. “We’ve been like this for nearly a week. What makes you think it won’t last another week? Or indefinitely.”

Eddie kicks at an empty carton of orange juice at his feet while Steve watches with an overwhelming sense of guilt. He didn’t want Eddie to give up. Not yet, at least.

“Hey I’m not going to let you blow this shot, Munson,” Steve demands firmly. “I know how much this means to you. This could finally be your ticket out of Hawkins. You guys were meant for the Big City.”

“No,” Eddie disagrees, absentmindedly. 

Eddie’s gaze veers off to the side, a sadness in his eyes so profound that Steve almost starts tearing up as well. 

“All… the answers… point…to no,” Eddie continues. “Can you imagine what the world would be like if everyone followed their dreams? We’d have no one doing the conventional jobs. It's not in my cards, I fear. Maybe I was always meant to stay in Hawkins, being everyone’s weed man and no one’s first choice.”

“Eddie…”

“But thanks for trying though, Harrington. Doesn’t go unnoticed.”

———

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HI BELOVED !!! i already requested meet me halfway BUT i also want to request “Mirrors” by Justin Timberlake for Suguru . . maybe angst to fluff ? 😁

Mirrors

Word Count: ~1.1k

cw: friends-to-lovers trope, a little bit of angst, fluff, explicit language

Summary: Suguru Geto, committed to never being committed, has finally met his match: you. When you come to him for comfort after being stood up on a date, he finally decides to make his move.

Author’s Note: Thank you for the request @invisible-mori! I appreciate you! This is a great song for the y2k karaoke party. I hope you like this! Divider by @/saradika.

Suguru Geto gave up on relationships years ago. He figured committing to one person for the rest of his life would eventually become tedious, boring. Besides, it’s easier for him to drift by unattached with all the freedom to do as he pleases.

He won’t deny it though. It’s gets awfully lonely living like this. 

It’s not until he meets you that his mindset begins to change. The two of you started out as friends, meeting by chance one night at a mutual friend’s party. You hit it off immediately; you were drawn to his mysterious charm while he gravitated towards your warmth and bright personality. From the outside, it seemed the two of you were complete opposites. The more you got to know each other, the more you understood how similar you actually are. You’ve been inseparable since. 

Geto was never interested in romantic relationships. Lately, his thoughts have been plagued with fantasies of you. A few weeks ago, you stay at his place after a night of drinking. Usually, he’d sleep on the couch while he lets you take the bed, but this particular night, he decides that it’s big enough for the both of you. It isn’t. Tipsy and desperate for sleep, he doesn’t think twice about cuddling you to prevent you from falling off the edge. He knocks out instantly, finding comfort in the way your body molds to his. In the morning when he’s completely sober, he freaks out at how natural it feels to have you in his arms, wondering what it would be like to have you like this every day. Normally, he wouldn’t linger on acts of intimacy. He’s used to the routine one-night stand to fulfill his sexual needs. But with you, it’s different. You’re different. Maybe he isn’t as frigid and closed-off as he thinks he is. Or maybe it took a worthy contender like yourself to challenge him.

It happens so fast that Geto doesn’t realize it until he’s already in too deep. Tonight, you’re supposed to be going out on a date with some guy you’ve been talking to on one of those dating apps. He doesn’t say it, but Geto thinks it’s pointless. He tries to get you to adopt his philosophy on dating. Deep down, he wants you to be lonely like him. He wants the two of you to be lonely together. The idea that you could leave him for somebody else makes him uncomfortable, to say the least. But he doesn’t say anything. In fact, he wishes you, “Good luck,” on the phone when you tell him you’re off to meet the other man. 

Nearly an hour later, there’s frantic knocking on his door. He answers quickly, uncertain who could be on the other side, surprised to find you, tears streaming down your face, crying. 

Immediately, he wraps his arms around you, holding you tight. It’s second nature at this point. Truth be told, he’s been longing to have you like this since it first happened that one night. Though, his heart aches to see you distraught. His hands massage your back, soothing you. “What happened?”

In between sobs, you manage to say, “He stood me up.”

Geto squeezes you tighter, suppressing the anger erupting in the pit of his stomach. If you asked him to, he’d find this guy and beat the shit out of him. Make him hurt the way he hurt you. But he calms down, focused on consoling you. He leads you to the couch, still holding you, his t-shirt damp with your sniffles. He reaches for the box of tissues on the coffee table, grabbing a few and passing them to you. You take it, blowing into them noisily, wiping your eyes, feeling like a fool. “I’m such an idiot,” you mumble. 

He shakes his head. “He’s the fucking idiot. Not you.”

“It was too good to be true. I should have known from the start it wasn’t going to work out.” You stare down at your lap, catching your breath, Geto’s big hands rubbing you lovingly. You always feel safe with him, like he can protect you from anything. That’s why you came to him for comfort. Why you craved his touch. 

“Those dating apps can be such shit sometimes,” he says. “I wouldn’t trust them anymore if I were you.”

You lean back against the cushions, sighing. “Then how am I supposed to meet someone?”

He follows you, sinking in beside you, shrugging. “Why do you have to meet someone?”

You nudge him in the arm with your elbow. “You might be okay with being a lone wolf, but I’m not. It’s lonely.”

He rests his head on your shoulder. “I’m not lonely. I have you, don’t I?”

Stuttering, you respond, “That’s different. We’re just friends. I want something more.”

He faces you, gazing into your eyes. “Do you want something more with me?”

You shake your head profusely. “No, you’re twisting my words!” As long as you’ve known him, Geto has been committed to remaining uncommitted. The possibility of him being a boyfriend to anyone, let alone you, never existed. However, recently, it feels like the two of you have been slowly teasing that fine line between friendship and something more. At first, you thought it was just your imagination, maybe even wishful thinking. But now, you can’t help noticing the subtle difference in your relationship. “Why are you even thinking that?” you ask, heat surrounding your cheeks, flustered. 

He shrugs once more, smiling, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. “I don’t know. I guess I just like being with you too much. It’s hard for me to imaging you with somebody else. Maybe that makes me a little selfish, I don’t know.”

You readjust in your seat to face him completely, perplexed by this sudden change of tune. You keep reminding yourself in your head that Suguru Geto does not do relationships. “What are you saying?”

He looks at you, scooting in closer, holding your hand in his. “I’m saying that maybe we should give this a shot. You and me. Something more.” The words spill out of him on instinct. It seems like an abrupt switch, but he’s been considering this for a while now. And tonight, he finally acts on it instead of waiting until it’s too late. Although he’s still upset at that moron for standing her up, if it weren’t for him, Geto probably wouldn’t have the guts to finally admit his feelings.

It takes you a few seconds to process what he’s saying. Eventually, you smile, leaning in to nuzzle your nose to his. “About time, you dummy.”

He grins, closing the gap to kiss you softly on the lips. Commitment isn’t so bad, as long as it’s with you. 

[natsukishinomiyaswife]

⋆ 𝓓𝓸𝓹𝓹𝓸 𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓸𝓷𝔃𝓪𝓴𝓪: 𝓢𝓲𝓬𝓴 𝓓𝓪𝔂 ⋆

Please note: This is a repost from my old blog, @sugarcookiesheep!

Original description: Hello ♡ Welcome to my first Hypnosis Mic story! I’ve been sick the past few days and had a dream last night about Doppo wanting to take care of me but being unable to due to work (and proceeding to stress out over it) He asks Hifumi to watch over me in his place, calling him whenever he can throughout the day to check to see how I’m doing. At one point Jakurai stops by and gives me a check up (to check my condition and see if I’m sick with anything serious) but I’m not sure if Doppo asked him to or if he went out of his way to do it when he heard how worried Doppo was about me. The dream was so cute that I just had to write it! Please note that even though no pronouns are used for the Reader, it is mentioned that Hifumi has to wear his jacket when around them. Enjoy! ♡

⋆ Your symptoms had started yesterday, finding yourself coughing and sniffling throughout the day. Doppo had left earlier that morning, sending him off with the lunch you made him and a quick kiss, wishing him good luck at work. At the time you had felt fine, going about your day as you usually did. As the day progressed though, you began sniffling, your nose starting to run. After that came a light cough, and by the time you were making dinner you had a headache to go with it. Once you packed up the leftovers and put a plate for Doppo in the microwave, you decided to head to bed early, finding yourself exhausted. As soon as your head hit the pillow you were out, immediately falling fast asleep.

⋆ When Doppo got home later that night he was surprised to find you already in bed, asleep with the blankets wrapped around you. Though he always insisted you didn’t have to, he had gotten used to you staying up and waiting for him, sitting on the couch reading a book or watching TV as you sleepily welcomed him home. As he warmed up and quietly ate the plate you left for him, he couldn’t help the slight disappoint he felt. After a long day at work, coming home to you was the bright point of his day. No matter how much work he had to do or how intolerable his boss was, just knowing you would be there waiting for him gave him the energy and strength he needed to get through the day. Getting into bed that night, he laid on his side, facing you. He shifted closer, your foreheads barely touching as he moved some hair out of your face. He stared at you, resting his hand over yours as he wished you a goodnight, falling asleep.

⋆ The sound of Doppo’s alarm going off woke you up, groggy and unwilling to get out of bed as you coughed. You felt worse than you did yesterday, your head killing you and your throat sore. You knew you would have to get up soon to prepare Doppo his lunch and send him off to work, but with how you felt you were reluctant to move, doing your best not to fall back asleep. You got up when you heard the shower turn off, your body heavy as you went to the kitchen. You had just managed to finish his lunch before he left, handing it to him before going into a coughing fit. He jumped at your coughing, rubbing your back as he asked if you were alright.

⋆ Looking at you closely, he noticed just how tired you were, shoulders slumped and nose red. You weren’t looking well at all, and with your coughing it was clear to him that you were sick. With this realization he began to panic, knowing how his boss would be if he tried to call off work. Considering how soon his shift was going to start, he knew it would be pointless to even try, apologizing to you over and over. Before he could spiral further you told him it was alright, understanding that he had to work. You had to practically push him out the door, insisting you’d be ok by yourself and not wanting him to be late for work. Once he was on his way you sighed, heading back to bed to get some rest.

⋆ Doppo, on the other hand, was still worried about you. As soon as he got on the train he called Hifumi, letting him know the situation and asking if he could check in on you. Hifumi agreed, doing his best to ease his worries. He knew how much you meant to Doppo, how happy you make him and how much he loved you. As soon as he got off the phone he grabbed his jacket, making sure he had the spare key you gave him for emergencies before heading out the door. He decided to stop by the store first, grabbing some ingredients to make you something to eat. He thought about getting you some medicine, thinking over the symptoms Doppo had told him. He decided against it though, wanting to ask you first before buying anything. With his shopping done, he made his way to your place, putting on his jacket first so he didn’t forget.

⋆ You woke up to sounds coming from the kitchen, the smell of something good cooking in the air. Your stomach growled as you realized how hungry you were, getting up slowly before making your way to the kitchen. You wondered what Doppo was doing home so early, surprised to find Hifumi there. He was wearing an apron over his suit, standing over the stove as he stirred a pot of soup. He greeted you, asking how you were feeling. He explained how Doppo asked him to check up on you, using the spare key you had given him for emergencies to get in. You felt your face go warm, smiling to yourself as you thought of Doppo. It was very sweet of him to ask Hifumi to check up on you, knowing how worried he was. It was one of the things you loved about him, how thoughtful he could be.

⋆ As you ate the soup Hifumi made Jakurai stopped by, wanting to check on your condition. You looked to Hifumi, wondering if he had called him but he shook his head, just as surprised as you were. He smiled, telling you that he heard from Doppo you were sick. With how worried he sounded, he decided to stop by to check your condition, wanting to make sure you weren’t sick with anything serious. You thanked him, letting him examine you once you were done eating. He told you that you had a cold, telling you to get some rest and recommending some medicines if needed them. He told you to come see him if your symptoms get worse, saying goodbye to Hifumi and wishing you well before leaving.

⋆ The rest of the day was uneventful, with you drifting in and out of sleep. One time when you woke up you overheard Hifumi on the phone, telling Doppo you were resting and that Jakurai had stopped by earlier. Due to Doppo’s worrying and stress over you, he tried to leave work as soon as possible, coming home earlier than he normally would. As soon as he walked through the door he headed straight for you, finding you fast asleep in bed. At one point you must have changed out of your pajamas, now wearing one of his work shirts. He thanked Hifumi for looking after you, Hifumi insisting it was no problem before leaving.

⋆ He stood there, watching you sleep as he breathed a sigh of relief. He was happy to be home, moving to rest his hand against your cheek. You leaned into his touch unconsciously, muttering his name with a small smile. His heart raced at the gesture, kicking off his shoes as he got into bed. The next time you wake up you find yourself wrapped in Doppo’s arms, your head resting against his chest. He’s still wearing the clothes he wore to work that day, his lanyard being the only thing removed. You smiled, looking up at his sleeping face as you welcomed him home. You shifted to press a quick kiss to his cheek, his arms tightening their hold on you as you snuggled back into his chest, falling back asleep ♡

Originally posted: January 30th, 2024

𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓴 𝔂𝓸𝓾! ♡

[bibbityboppitybillyharvgrove]

A Good Book - R.Lupin

Summary - Christmas night was the best night to lay in bed and read, that was exactly what Remus and his wife had done after all of their guests had left. 

Word Count - 282

Warnings - Female Reader, mentions of alcohol, mentions of food, mentions of stress, not proofread (If there are any mistakes please point them out, I didn't have my glasses on so I couldn't really see what I was writing)

Author’s Note - Welcome to day 22! I know this is super short and a bit late but I had a hectic day and I now finally had the chance to sit down and write. I worked all day, then went by my grandparents to help my grandmother with gifts and of course I had schoolwork. I applied for a university so wish me luck! I hope you enjoy!

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The holidays were some of the most stressful times of the year, everyone scrambling to get their homes ready for guests, buying and making loads of food and sweets, buying gifts, wrapping gifts, talking to family that hadn’t been seen since the year prior and so on. Her favorite part of this time of year was Christmas night. Everything was settling but still decorated, the stress was slowly going away, the house clearing of clusters of people and presents and the best part of all was the peace and quiet.

Remus had enjoyed the peace and quiet of the night too, claiming it was the best time to get under the covers with a good book. That was exactly where he was, laying on their shared bed, a book in one hand, his free hand finding a piece of his wife’s hair and playing with it.

His wife was in the same position as him, laying in bed with a good book in one hand and her other massaging his scalp aimlessly. They laid there just enjoying one another's company, listening to their breathing and pages turning. The smell of alcohol and cookies still lingered in their house however, the smell of him had overtaken her nose and the smell of her had overtaken his nose.

Remus was quite right about this time being the best for reading, the two of them making a lot of progress in their books until their eyes got heavy enough that they had to put them away. 

That night, the two of them slept better than any other night, their stress having melted away by spending time together with their noses stuck in a good book.

[yueisyum]

Don’t Think About It (pt2)

genre🍾. friends trip au, enemies-ish (not really) to fwb to lovers? (Im going to try my hardest to piss you guys off 🫡 wish me luck)

pairings ⛸ conflicted donghyuck x oblivious reader

warnings 📢 mentions of / alcohol consumption, groping, sexual tension x100 AND smut/⚠️ Oral sex (giving, and receiving) Penetration, Building Arousal, big dick Hyuck 💪🏽😎. Use of nicknames, degrading, and praising.

Note: I spelled checked this like 3 times so if there any mistakes- take it up with my lawyer. Also there should be a part three, but I have absolutely no clue when that will be out. Haven’t even started it yet.m. I don’t know the word count because I wrote this in my notes and I don’t know how to check…

Anyways have fun!

One more thing! If you see any mistakes or spelling errors please comment so I can go in and fix it. Or if you have any suggestions don’t buy shy; lmk!! 😘

Haechan loves attention, he loves when he can see everyone’s smiling/laughing face when he makes a stupid joke or does something ridiculous.

He loves when people ask about his day, or his past. It made him feel wanted or needed.

But specifically, he loves your attention. When you two first met, you were closed off to him. Borderline avoiding him. He couldn’t exactly pin point why. You always snicker at his jokes. And if the friend group asks him a question you always looked at him, with your eyes full of curiosity. So why avoid him? Or his efforts to approach you? Why not interact with him?

That’s when he found out what else he loves… bickering. He loves when you and him got into arguments. It’s seemed to be the only way you two would really talk to each other. Your browse furrow together, and your eyes set on his. He can’t help but grin at your annoyance. But when he bickers with you he gets your attention. And that’s all he’s ever wanted.

Your attention

You.

sweaty, frustrated, tired, what else could explain this feeling?

You wake up sexually frustrated- from a wet dream actually, you couldn’t exactly get the friction you needed after your… moment with hyuck last night, instead trying to find comfort in sleep. You kept thinking of the words he said that started it all, that stupid suggestion he made was making your head run.

Was he serious?

Did he mean it for real?

Or was he just drunk enough to just say whatever he could to get into your pants…???

Would you even care if it was fake?

You would’ve been happy just to have some action after months of pathetic nights with you trying to get yourself off alone. College has been so stressful- like you expected of course, but you needed relief and Haechan against your body was oddly reliving.

However your intimate fantasy was cut short from a knock at the door of the room your staying in. Sitting up in the bed with a loud huff. You feel and uncomfortable amount of slick in your pants. And you wiggle is discomfort. You let out a yawn and stretch, your body shaking lightly in exaggeration. The person in the other side of the door taking the sound of life as a good enough response.

“Y/n, sorry to bother you, I know it’s early.. I really don’t want to bother you, but the rest of the group arrived late last night. And we are going to get food… or breakfast technically, I mean you don’t have to come but-” you hear a familiar mumbled voice at your door. Even if you didn’t recognize it. You would’ve known it was mark, as he always overly explains himself.

You slightly giggle through your tiredness. “You can come in” you explain, after checking to make sure you where fully clothed. The door opens to reveal mark still in plaid pyjama pants and a thin white T-shirt, his bag lunched over his shoulders. You look down to see slippers placed on his sockless feet. You fight the urge to cringe at his toes. You look up to see a figure push through him. It’s sihyun. She leaps onto the bed landing next to you, after successfully manoeuvring around mark. “I missed you” she says but you can’t tell if she’s talking to you or the bed. Her head currently stuffed into the mattress. “The drive up here was the worst!” She adds turning her head to look at you lazily. You smile and her expressions. Patting her head as your way of saying ‘missed you too’

Shihyun is one year younger then you but when you met her through Johnny, you two instantly got along and you can proudly say she is now your best friend.

Johnny could never 👎🏽.

You turn back to mark who is sheepishly snickering at shihyun’s state “How much time do I have to change?” You ask finally dragging yourself off the bed. Shihyun immediately rolls over and spreads out her limbs taking up the whole bed as soon as your on your feet. “10 minutes? Everyone is ready. They’re in the living room listening to haechan babble on about how we all need to drop out of college and just live together, and our only income being only fans”

You playfully roll your eyes. Laughing along with the other too. Your laughter increases when you see your best friend laughing into the mattress. ”he’s probably just trying to make Johnny laugh so he can ask him to pay for his food later” He suggest.

You giggle again turning to Shihyun again. Her eyes are closed now, too tired to hold them open anymore then back to the boy now leaning up against the door frame “Ok, I’ll be ready in five minutes tops” you joke, mark smiles and nods with a sarcastic expression. Them turns on his heels to retreat to the living room of the airbnb you all rented for the trip. Shihyun remains on your bed as you run to the bathroom and quickly clean yourself up then come back to throw on comfortable clothes. You can’t help but think about haechan, how you should go about you day around him after last night… he seemed to be even minded enough when the guys came home last night so he couldn’t have been that drunk.

But a part of you can’t help but want to avoid having to talk to him again. How would you even bring up the topic without it being awkward…? Or should you just pretend it didn’t happen?

•••

“What’s up with you?” Shihyun is now sitting up to get a better look at your expression. You turn to her pulling your crew neck down your waist. “What do you mean?” She makes a face at your responds. “I can practically hear the gears turning in your head” she jokes, finally removing herself from your bed. “I’m not the only one, you look drained and agitated” you argue, lifting your finger to circle around her eye bags. She grabs your hand and drags it down. “I got here so late last night, so tired I fell asleep on the living room floor, of course I look dead” she giggles. “Don’t change the subject, what’s going on with you?” She levels her eyes to yours.

You think for a moment. Shihyun is your best friend, you shouldn’t lie to her. But at the same time, she would absolutely flip out hearing that you and Haechan almost had sex last night. Especially since she always jokes about the sexual tension between the two of you. She also would talk about it until her tongue fell of. And considering you are about to be around Haechan all morning… you weigh your options carefully.

“Is it a boy?” She asks scanning your face for a reaction. You look at her with a sheepish smile that you tried your hardest to hide. “IT IS!” She slaps you shoulder in excitement. You wince and rubbed at the sore spot. “It’s… about hyuck-“ “HAECHA-?” She tries to confirm, slapping her hand over her mouth in disbelief, hoping she heard you right. “Would you shut up” you look over at the door that remains closed. But hear faint conversations coming from the living room. “What happened?” She whisper yells, grabbing your jaw to turn it back toward her. You swat it away like there’s a fly near you. You smile at her shocked expression still present on her face. “It’s a long story”

“We have time” she claims, getting comfortable. “No actually we definitely extended past 10 minutes” you pick up your phone and get up from the bed, ignoring shihyuns groans of annoyance. “We have negative 3 minutes” you add. Sliding on your shoes and heading for the door, hearing Shihyun follow behind you, giggling to herself. Probably imagining the worst right now.

•••

He got quiet. Really quiet. As soon as you walked into the room with Shihyun, his mind went blank, just for a moment. Of course he thought about what to say to you all night, or how to go about the rest of the trip. He definitely didn’t want to ignore it that’s for sure.

He wanted you and he wasn’t afraid to admit that to himself. Allowing him to feel every emotion you make him feel. But for some reason he’s nervous. Maybe embarrassed.

Did he move to fast?

Are you uncomfortable with him now?

Your eyes meet his almost as soon as you entered the living room, before quickly looking away to greet the rest of the group. He could see the red hue that appeared on your face. And he smiled to himself for a moment.

This did not go unnoticed, Johnny was the first to notice the change in haechans demeanour, knowing the reason behind it all. He grins to himself.

Yuta notices second. Only because he was in the mists of a conversation with him about investing in a new motor. His eye follow haechans to your frame. Renjun is the third. He notices your attitude first, the way you got nervous and looked away from the couch. Then he looks at haechan. He could practically taste the thickness in the air. Yejun, mark, and jisung are arguing about butts for some reason. To busy in the debate to notice the atmosphere. Yuta speaks First of course.

“What’s going on? Did you two finally fuck?”

You glare at him, his comment making you go red. Your quick to respond and haechan follows. “No” “sorta” “yes”

Shihyun butted in last, with a ‘as a matter of fact’ tone. Haechan looks at her then then to you and you mouth a sorry his way. His smile grew wider. “You two? Really?” Renjun laughs in disbelief. You feel like crawling into a dumpster, behind a hooters, and crying until your completely dehydrated. “We did not have sex. Y/n just feel In love with me last night.” That earned a laugh from everyone including you.

“What can I say it’s my charming personality” he adds quickly lifting the awkwardness of the situation like a pro.

Haechan was always good at that, he always knows what to say go get people to react the way he wants, in almost every situation, it’s dangerous.

“The only thing charming about you are your friends” renjun adds helping diminish the fire. haechan deadpans to Renjun who decides this conversation should happen another time with less people. Though he will take a note to talk to you about this later. Everyone laughs at haechans reaction to Renjun’s joke.

“Daaaang, me personally dude, I wouldn’t take that” yuta sucks air through is teeth as if something was stinging him. “your such and instigator. Shihyun sticks her tongue towards Yuta, who returns the act with ease. “Let’s go we’re gonna be late.” You add nudging Shihyun to stop being childish. She whines and grabs at her arm in ‘pain’

“YOU HAVE TWO LEGS!! SO YOU HAVE TWO BUTTS” everyone looks over at jisung who suddenly got up to yell at yejun, who is only arguing to get a reaction out if him. Everyone looks over as he realizes how quiet it was then sits back down quickly in embarrassment, covering his face with his hands. Everyone burst out into laughter clearing the air. Some even landed on the floor, out of breath.

•••

When you arrived at the ‘dream cafe’. You all order in pairs of two, before sitting down, connecting a booth and a table to make enough room for all of you. “Okay, here’s the plan for the trip.” Johnny begins pacing his pastry down along with his lemonade. “At 1:45 we are going to winter wonderland. Me and mark got the ice skating rink for like an hour. Then we can do the other rides and what not..” he pauses to ensure understanding and the group nods in unison. “Then we will get back to the lodge by around 5:10, we could go out to eat or barbecue-“ “BARBECUE” most of the group interrupts.

“Ok, then we can stay up all night and drink, jaemin, jeno, chaewon, Taeyong and Kai are probably coming over as well. Maybe a party?” He finishes his plan slash question with a bite to his strawberry crape, almost spitting it out because it’s to hot. “Sounds good to me” Renjun voices and we all verbally agree.

Should’ve mentioned this earlier but that whole time, haechan was staring into your soul, reading your expressions and watching you struggle to act like you don’t notice him. Your eyes shift to his every so often. Wtf is wrong with this idiot, he is so obvious. You feel your phone buzz in your pocket. You look at haechan who’s making a face. Your eyes remain on him as you pull out your phone. Everyone continues to go over plans for the rest of the week, while you look down to read his text.

|| Michael Donghyuck -

Are we not going to talk about last night or…?

Your roll your eyes in disbelief. You look back up at him. He’s now looking between him and his phone urging you to hurry up and respond.

||You-

yeah hyuck, let’s talk about us making out in front of the whole group?!

|| Michael Donghyuck-

We need to pick up groceries for the bbq right? Talk then?

|| you-

yeah that works…

|| Michael Donghyuck-

don’t leave me this time yeah?

Read

You don’t look at him again. But out the corner of your eye, you can see he’s still watching, looking for any sign of disgust or discomfort about the topic of you two sleeping together. However your eyes land on Renjun’s who’s eyeing you like a hawk. You give him a questioning look.

“Y/n, come grab the rest of the food and drinks with me” he doesn’t even give you time to answer, he stands up urging you to follow, so you do.

“You wanna update me on what’s going on?” Renjun asks almost immediately.

Renjun is also your friend.. obviously, why else would he be here.

He always gives good advice and is always there when you just want to vent. Same goes for the other way around. You are a good listener, and he doesn’t exactly trust the other idiots with his problems. So without much thought you decide it would be best to tell him the truth.

The whole truth

Half the truth

Some of the truth

“Me and haechan made out…. He was drunk, and I was getting there. We almost went further but mark and Johnny got back”

He nods with a slight ’holy shit’ look to his face. You two wait at the pick up area for all the orders. Renjun leans up against the counter and rests his head on his palm. “Did they catch you?” “No, but Johnny suspects” you answer looking over at Johnny from the other side of the cafe. Then seeing donghyuck talkin- teasing* Jisung for spilling a sugar pack all over himself. “And when you said ‘almost’ to mean you would still sleep with him now?” You shrug, avoiding his piercing eyes.

“Did it mean anything?”

Wow renjun! Get straight to the point. Could’ve at least tried to beat around the bush for more then a second. The worker that took your orders placed down a couple orders, including your iced drink. You pick it up and drank some, while waiting for the others.

“What do you mean?” “I mean do you like him y/n, you and hyuck are friends right? Don’t you think this will ruin things between you two?” You think again. Trying to use your beverage as a means to not answers these direct questions.

You open them close your mouth a couple times. “Y/n, do you like him?” You almost spit out the liquid in your mouth. Some spilling from your lips as you rush to find napkins and clean it up.

“What’s with all the questions renjun, I didn’t even answer one of the others yet-“ “yes you did.. with your eyes” he points at his own for exaggeration. You look over at the barista who’s now walking away with an judgmental look on his face.

“I don’t want him to hurt you, and I don’t want you to hurt him, not saying either if you are bad people, just don’t wanna ruin a friendship. You know?” he explains. “Look, if your just looking for sex, maybe you should wait till tonight and find some guy” renjun puts all the drinks, including yours into a holder and you grab the food. Beginning to walk back towards the table. “I’m sure it won’t be hard to find a man willing to fuck you-“ “who says I was just looking for sex?” you ask in a not so joking tone. He stops halfway. “ wait so- huh? Y/n-“ “I don’t know what I’m looking for, I’m kinda trying to figure that out” you defend. “So then maybe.. don’t do anything with heachan until you do figure it out” you think for a second and nod in agreement and he smiles.

•••

“Jisung could you pass me some surgar please?” Yejun asks, obviously teasing. He glares at her. “On second thought, i think id be better you don’t touch them again” she adds. Earning a giggle from you and the others. Haechan’s eyes look for your laugh almost immediately bring him back from his thoughts.

“Do you wanna die?” Jisung asks- threatens* and you laugh again. This time he joins you. “What are you ganna do? Spill the poison pack too?” “Hyung knocked into me! It just happened to be open-“ “but why were you holding it above you head?” She asks. Only to remind him that he was trying to eat straight sugar. “How could you guys let her tease me like this?! The food was taking for ever and I’m a growing boy!”

“Jisung you had to crouch to get into the cafe… and you are completely cramped in your seat… you literally can not grow anymore” “yeah well how would you now? Huh?” He pouts, Crossing his arms and leaning back into the booth. You lean back with him mimicking his posture and pat his shoulder. “Yejun, should we remind you of the flour incident?”

She gasps and placed her hand to her chest in disbelief. “Y/n! Your supposed to be on my side!” “Well she’s not, she likes me more-“

“You two are literal children” rolling your eyes with a smile. “You aren’t much different y/n” you turn to Yuta, Reacting almost the same as yejun. “You and him bicker the exact same way” he says gesturing towards Haechan.

“That is not true, I don’t bicker! especially not with idiots” it was haechans turn take the offended pose. “Your so cruel y/n! How could you say that to me!?”

“Guys the nearest market is like 10 minutes away. Walking” you all turn to Shihyun, who you didn’t realizes was looking for shopping places with mark. She looks up from her phone to make sure someone heard her. Seeing as everyone is paying attention she continues. “There’s a liquor store like 15 to 20 minutes away, walking. If we are having a party we need plenty of food, and drinks” you nod in agreement, Looking over to heachan. He’s already looking at you.

Of fucking course.

“We should all send $30 to the barbecue team and $30 to the alcohol runners, that way we are all spending $60, that should add up to more then enough. Then the rest of us can prepare the Airbnb for more people.” “Sounds good. Me and y/n will go to the market.” Haechan declares almost immediately. Earning some side eyes and a couple smiles. “Bet. Then me and yuta will get the drinks! I’ll text some friends about the party but no posting on social media. Close friends only” yejun adds. “Why only close friends?” Jisung asks. Kind of annoyed she didn’t want him to run and get drinks with her.

Yejun rolls her eyes jokingly. “You want a bunch of random people at the Airbnb we all have to pay for?” “Oh right” “yeah” she giggles at his reaction.

“Ok so we should go shopping now, meet up at the lodge the we will all ride to ‘winter wonderland’ together?” Everyone agrees.

“Alright send a list and cash apps in the group chat.”

•••

That’s how you ended up here. Walking back from the market, in the cold, arm to arm with Haechan.

In silence.

Awkward silence.

He holds three full bags of groceries and you hold one Because he snatched one from you, refusing to allow you to hold both. You were confused because that’s the only interaction to had the whole shopping trip. The rest was silent. Now walking back, your head is a ticking time bomb right now, because if he doesn’t say anything in the next couple minutes your going to throw yourself off the small bridge You two are currently walking across.

Maybe he is trying the nicest way to explain that he was just drunk and that you should forget about it. Or to say he’s changed his mind. Or to ask you out. A part of you, that you will never allow to make an appearance, wants it to be the last option. Because the was he was looking at you in the cafe-

“Y/n?”

Was that a question? You turn to haechan who’s looking down at you in confusion. You slow your steps and he follows. “Yeah?” A confused, curious look covering your face. He smiles. Taking in your features.

Pretty

“Did you hear me?” He asks, matching your expression. “No?” You stop walking completely. He takes a couple more steps before realizing your actions and follows once more. Turning to you completely. He watches Watching you look up at him. Your lips pouting in confusion while your eyebrows furrowed. He watched you for a moment. He wanted to kiss you. He knows he definitely wants to kiss you.

did he say something about last night? And you weren’t listening? Too busy thinking about… HIM!? You fucking idiot.

“Are you cold?“ he repeats

Oh-

“No, yes- well it is cold outside.. So I mean I guess” he chuckles watching you find yourself again. “You want my jacket?”

“What? No”

Yes the fuck you did, but not because it was cold, because it was his.

He looks offended “what!? Why not? What’s wrong with my jacket!?”

“It’s cold hyuck, your wearing a t-shirt under that…. Why would you want to give me your jacket?”

He pouts. “Have you ever been in a relationship? Or watched a k-drama?” You stare at him blankly, not bothering to answer he stupid question. “Thats what they do”

“They?” You ask

“They” he repeats

you continue staring. “That’s what people in a relationship do y/n” “relationship?” You smile as he instantly regrets his choice of words. Readying yourself to tease him. “Situationship” he corrects himself. “Oh, is that what this is?” You ask, pointing between the two of you. With a grin on your face. Usually it’s you that flustered.

“Is that what you want?” He grabs your the hand you had between the two of you. He’s grinning now, stepping closer, and making you flushed.

That came out of no where.

You look at him, Distressed. You open your mouth to answer. But closed it again when the words clog up in your throat. You see his expression change instantly. “Did you- did you want to forget about last night?“ he asks, wondering if he’s been reading your signs wrong. He lets go if your hand a slightly backs away.

“Why would I want that?”

“Why do you always answer my questions with a question?” His voice came out slightly irritating.

You roll you eyes. “I don’t want to forget- you know-” he waits, definitely wanting to hear you say it. “I mean, I’ve been stressed, and I need relief… so I guess I still want to.. you know-“

“-Hm?” He needs to hear it.

“Have sex”

A smile reappears on his face like magic. Haechan never reads the signs wrong. He’ll never doubt himself a again. Stepping forward once again And lowers his head a bit. “Just friends helping each other out?”

No

No

that’s not all you want.

“Yeah”

You make me mad…. You dumb bitch.

You can’t read the expression that takes over his face when that left your lips, but then it disappears and a smile replaces it. “So you do want to continue what we started last night?” He wraps his other arm around your waist. “Now!?” He rolls his eyes. “Cute” Placing a quick kiss to your lips. Your eyes Widen. Not even giving you the chance to reciprocate, He turns on his heal to continue walking.

That only leaving you more confused.

“Wait, are you flirting with me?”

“have been for the last year, but thanks for noticing” he answers with his back to you.

…

The rest of the walk was filled with random conversations and comments, Heachan obviously wanted to make earlier but was too scared. He really was trying to make things less awkward. And you were trying to find the best way to tell him that you don’t want this to be ‘just two friends helping each other out’ but on the other hand, he is the one who said it. maybe that’s what he wants.

•••

When you both made it back to the Airbnb it was 12:00. The lodge was cleaned (for the most part) drinks and snacks, that the group had already had laying around were spread out around the ‘party’ areas. You set the snacks you two bought along with them, then put the juices that will be used to mix with the alcohol and the bbq meat in the fridge. Almost everyone was out by the pool, making sure the heater was working. Johnny ended having to call the owner of the place to figure out how to turn it on. And the rest was getting ready for ‘winter wonderland’. While you were in the kitchen, adding the seasoning to the meat so it could marinate while you were gone.

“Are you not going to get dressed? We need to be ready by 1:30“ you turn around to see heachan. He was wearing wide leg jeans and a black and brown stripped hoodie. His hair is naturally swayed to the sides and he’s leaning up against the door frame, studying your face. “I just finished washing my hands” you answer before turning back around to avoid the face he makes confused as to why your staring at him, for so long. He smirks in realization.

You turn the faucet off and dry your hands. When you finally turn around to give him your full attention, you lightly jump to see how much closer he’s gotten. “I know we just talked about this, but I have some more questions about our agreement” he bends down a bit. You peek over his shoulder to see if anyone has stumble into the kitchen. “Here? Now?”

“Mhm” he gnaws on his bottom lip, moving his head in front of yours so you’ll look at him. His eyes flicker between your eyes and your mouth. A picture you feel as if you’ve seen too many time before. “Ok… What is it?” You look away, trying your best to sound nonchalant. “If we fuck, we have to promise to remain honest with each other” you turn to him with an expression that he can’t help but laugh at. “What does that mean?”

“I mean, if you happen to catch feelings for me, you have to tell me, deal?”

What if you already did?

“And if I catch feelings for you, I’ll tell you. That way we can end it”

End it?

“We both need this right? I mean I trust you, and I’m assuming you trust me.. right?” You nod in agreement. “So deal?” You think for a moment. He leans forward, placing his hands in the counter behind you, caging you in.

“So like friends with benefits?”

“Let’s not call it that” he slightly shakes his head.

“Why not?”

“You really never watch tv shows do you?”

You roll your eyes again

“This isn’t a tv show” you argue. “feels like one”

“Ok… whatever. No feelings” you agree grabbing his hand from the counter behind you to shake it. He laughs at your seriousness. Though he wanted to correct you. He never said no feelings. But something in him wouldn’t let the words leave his mouth.

“but that might be pretty hard considering your already madly in love with me” you joke, hopefully hiding the thoughts that are playing In Your head. You get fidgety, feeling as if he could read your mind.

He laughs- scoffs* with his tongue poking the inside of his cheek. “Real funny” you laugh at his response.

You two stare at each other for a moment. Sharing a minute of silence.

“So… why do you want to have a friends with benefits relationship…. With…. Me?” You ask. Curious eyes now following his when he tries to look away.

“I thought we weren’t calling it that.”

“What are we calling it then?”

“Two friends helping each other out”

“Hm…ok fair… Are you not going to answer my question?”

“I’m a 22 year old guy in college y/n, I’m horny 24/7, and your a women. It just works out” he shrugs off your question and ignores your piercing eyes.

Your smile drops to deadpan at him. Unhappy with his answer “There will be other ‘women’ at the party tonight, so why me?” You push.

“Does it matter?” He argues, looking between your eyes.

“It does now” you argue back, crossing your arms dramatically.

So stubborn, you both thought at the same time.

“Y/n” you turn to the entry way of the kitchen to see Yuta and Yejun at the door, holding bags of liquor and beer and what not. “Pop open the fridge for me please” She continues, ignoring your position with Haechan, and the fact that he was so close to you just now. Not Yuta though, he watching the two of you like a hawk. He looks at you then to haechan then giggles to himself.

Haechan watches You run to open the fridge, helping her make room for the beer bottles. Yuta places the others on the counter. “You guys are so obvious. Your telling me you two haven’t fuck yet?” Yuta asks his irritated friend, who hasn’t moved from his spot against the counter. He looks over at you, laughing at yejun’s jokes while talking about plans for later tonight. He then turns back to yuta.

“Im trying to”

Yuta nods in understanding. He grabs one of the whiteclaws from a pack of 12. “What’s stopping you? You can’t turn her on like I can huh?” He smiles, pleased with he joke. Haechan elbows him in the rib earning a high pitch yelp. “Your really funny yuta, I’m sure everytime you enter the room she’s as dry as a bone. I wouldn’t blame her either, especially when your drinking a fucking whiteclaw.” Yuta looks between the man and his drink, offended.

It’s haechan’s turn to be pleased with his comment. He leaves yuta standing in pain, physically and emotionally, to walk towards your figure. Yuta mutters an ‘asshole’ as he watches him drag you out of the kitchen, leaving yuta to help yejun with the drinks

•••

You flinch at the sudden contact and the fact that your being man handled down the hallway and into the room the girls and you will be sleeping in. “Your not planing on doing this now are you?” You ask turning around to see haechan closing your bedroom door behind him. “I have to get ready-“ “I can’t wait anymore” he interrupts.

He slowly begins walking towards you. “We are going to be at that stupid amusement park until five and I don’t think I have it in me to wait that long” he continues. Haechan wraps his arms around your waist pulling you as close to him as possible. “I wanna taste you” blush instantly crawling up you face at his blunt comment. you quickly place your hands over his chest and push slightly. He groans in annoyance. “You don’t have to say it like that, it embarrassing” you look out the window to avoid the smile that creeps onto his lips.

“Am I making you nervous?” He asks, stepping closer again. “No your making it weird” “how so?” “I don’t know…” you think for a moment, trying to find the right words. His hands find your waist once again. And he dips his head down to connect your lips to his. Not caring for your explanation. “You have no idea what you do to me y/n” he mumbles between kisses. You lean into his touch. Wrapping your arms around him. “-no idea what I had to do last night to get myself off” his lips travel down your lips to your jaw. You hum in Acknowledgement, letting him know your listening. “Wanted you under me” he adds. You whimper. Mostly because he found the spot in the crook of your neck that makes you go crazy, but also because his words are truly effecting you. “You left me- ‘s unfair” he trails off. You don’t think he’s really thinking about his words much anymore, Being driven solely by the desire to feel you against him.

You move your hands from around his shoulders to lift up his chin. Pulling him away from your neck. “I’m sorry” you respond playfully, with a smile. Holding back a laugh. He sounds so desperate.

“Let me make it up to you?” You suggest and he eyes you carefully, his curiosity urging you to continue. You keep eye contact with him, when he feels your hands undoing his belt. You push him towards the end of the bed, sitting him down. He curses under his breath seeing you slowing fall to your knees. He hands move from your waist to your face. Gently holding your cheeks. “You’re making me crazy” he informs

“I’m making you hard” correcting him, you slightly pull down his jeans down just enough to to see a clear outline of his bulge through his boxers. “Same thing” he mumbles.

he’s watching you- looking at you like your an angel, coming to answer all of his prayers. You stare at his bulge for a second. He’s big, bigger then you thought when you felt him the day before. He’s not even fully hard yet. He gets impatient (as usual) and pulls his boxers down to the same length of his pants. And he watched you eye his cock, as it lifts up after being freed from confinement. Looked like You were Worshiping it.

Sexy

He moves his arms behind his head, to pull his hoodie over his head, tossing it on the bed behind him. Not wanting the fabric to get in the way. Revealing his slightly toned stomach.

He could see thoughts racing through your mind. Staring at him, Basically drooling. “You could just compliment me you know?” He say confidently. “And raise your ego higher then it already is? No way” your words barely at a whisper. “That’s ok princess, I can see it in your face” you give him a look, the nickname stirring something in you lower stomach. You then bring your hand around the base of his cock. He lets out a small groan, Basking in the sensation of finally feeling you.

Watching him throw his head back at such a simple touch is making your underwear wet, you squeeze your thighs together, doing your best to ignore the aching between them. Slowly your fist begins to slide up and down his length. Your other hand holding onto his thigh. “Tell me what to do to make you cum” you’re talking to him but your eyes remain fixed on his member. You haven’t done this kind of thing much before so you wanna make sure you do a good job. “Just keep touching me please” he’s slightly embarrassed at how whiny he sounds. he lifts your head to look at him. “And look at me” you nod, keeping your eyes trained on him.

Your hands feel so good jerking him off. He’s not gonna lie, it’s been some time since he’s been with a girl. Not like he couldn’t if he wanted to, it’s just that Finals are really hectic and he can’t ever find time for himself. So, he’s pretty sensitive right now. At least- that’s his excuse. It’s definitely not because it’s YOU that’s touching him.

He’s pulled out of his thought when he feels your wet lips against his tip. His hips jerk forward at the feeling and he accidentally slides further into your mouth. He almost came right there. “Shit, I’m sorry” you try to mumble an ‘it’s ok’ but fail miserably. Only sending vibrations up his dick. “Fuck y/n”

You slowly take him in your mouth. Trying to relax your jaw. Hearing his breath hitch is motivating you to make him feel ten times better. You take him as far as you can, until you feel him at the back if your throat. The feeling making your eyes slightly roll back. The sudden act causing haechan to grip your hair. He’s not tugging, just holding for balance. You begin moving up and down his cock. Wrapping your tongue around him.

God he wanted to fuck your face and cum down your throat. Your hand pumping the base you couldn’t get in your mouth and try your best to keep your eyes open and on him. But he’s not looking at you- he can’t. He’ll cum. His head instead falls back in pleasure. You continue to bob your head. slightly speeding up over time. “That’s good baby, keep doing that”

closing your eyes, trying to focusing on not gagging around him as you take even more of him. “Shit shit shit!” He pushing you further onto him, causing you to gag once around him and he twitches in your mouth. You feel hot streams glide down your throat, as he comes down from his orgasm.

His hips are jerking into you, and you take it, take all of him. Swallowing everything he gives you. You continue milking him dry making him hum but halfway through it turns into a moan. Some of his cum dripping down the corners of your lips, and you slowly slip him out of your mouth, keeping eye contact. you eyes look so innocent even though he’s watching your Saliva and his juices mix around your lips. The scene so unholy, He could cum again. “God- Your so messy baby… so pretty” hands brushing hair out if your face.

you hum at his compliments. He then moves his hands to use his thumbs to wipe your pretty mouth clean. Bringing you back to your feet and into his lips. “So fucking pretty” he repeats. you climb into the bed and straddle him, being carful not to touch his sensitive cock. You smile against his lips. “What?” He asks confused at your sudden giggles “you came really hard” you playfully inform.

“It’s been a while” he rolls his eyes, connecting your lips once again. He picks you up by your thighs and turns both of you over. His fingers digging into your soft skin. You yelp softly and his strength. He promises himself he’ll kiss any marks he leaves on you later. Your back now pressed against the pillows on the bed. “It’s my turn to make you cum hard, yeah?” His hand slides under your hoodie and grab at yous tits from over your bra. You whimper at his sudden behaviour. “Gonna make you cum s’hard” his hand garbing at the back of your thigh to open your legs. then sliding it under the waistband of your bottoms. His palm feeling up against your core through your panties. “Wow” his voice came out as a gasp. He looks down for a moment then back up at you. You look away quickly and your fell your face get hot.

“You must really like me huh? Your soaked” His lips find your neck. Two fingers circle the fabric above your clit, slowly, making you whine. He’s teasing and your on the verge of breaking. You move one hand from his shoulders to grab his wrist “Hyuck-“

“behave.” His voice suddenly more husky and low. You look at him surprised, but move your hand to place it back on his shoulder. “Stay still” you huff and his command. “Could you not be a menace for once?” You complain. Then close your thighs around his hand. “Can’t help it, your fun to mess with.” He slides his hand out if your pants then leans in for a quick kiss. “Wanna hear you begging for me… can you do that for me angel?” you exhale at his words. You nod, “good…. Open” you are ready to open you legs for him so he can pull your sweats off, but stop almost immediately.

“Ya! Are you guys ready to go? We gatta leave in ten minutes!” You hear mark yell from what you assume is the kitchen.

“Fuck” you whine

“Fuck” he groans

He leans he’s forehead against yours for a moment then giving you another quick peck on the lips before turning his head towards the door.

“One sec!” He yells back. You flinch at his voices, forgetting your right under him. He turns back to you and laughs “sorry” you giggle at his Sudden mood change “it’s ok”

“I can be quick?” He offers “it’s ok we don’t have time” you sit up but he pushes your middle back into the bed. “You haven’t cum yet- Can’t leave you hanging” he argues.

you let out another laugh “I left you hanging yesterday- now where even. We have ten minutes and m’not even dresses yet” you add sitting up once more and he rolls over next to you in defeat. Haechan watches you get up form the bed and towards the bathroom after grabing a bad from your suitcase. He smiles at it, laughing at the fact you still haven’t unpack your things.

…

He adjust himself and his clothes back to normal and sits on The bed waiting for you to return from the bathroom. Ready to smother you in apologies and promises to make it up to you later.

Then he hears a knock at the door. It opens before he could answer. He was about to complain to the person about coming in without a response- but then he sees Shihyun at the entrance.

This Is her room after all.

She enters the room looking up from her phone, surprised to see haechan on the bed she will probably be sleeping on tonight. she makes and face. “If you two fucked on this bed you better tell me now so I can change the shee-“ “-we did not” he rolls his eyes and she nods in approval and continues to the bed and takes a seat. “What the hell are you doing?” He asks, confused as to why she’s in here when they are going to be leaving soon.

She puts her phone down and turns to him in the most dramatic way. “ME? First of all! This is MY room! So I should be asking YOU that question, second, only you responded when mark called for you three, so I came to check up on y/n, Johnny told me you two were probably getting it on in here, and to leave you be, but I needed my charger anyway, and that’s the third point.” She finally takes a breathe before bending down under the nightstand to unplug her phone charger. “Three?” He asked “who else isn’t ready?”

She turns to him. “Renjun is in the room across the hall trying to figure out how to get the projector to work, just in case we decide if a movie night. Ya know?”

He nods. “I can’t watch movies with you, you always fall asleep and snore-“ he teases, she scoffs “I wouldn’t be sleeping if you didn’t always pick boring movies” she retaliated. “You always play stupid cheesy k-dramas when I’m in the mood for horror”

“You just don’t have taste” he argues “in movies and in men” he adds.

you come out if the bathroom, dressed and ready to go, only to walk in on Shihyun and haechan on opposite side of the room with pillows flying across your face. “You asshole!” “Skank!” Some kind of pillow fight.

You roll your eyes and walk out of the room with your phone. They follow after you. But only after hearing a smack, then haechan yelp, then Shihyun giggle. You snort as you continue to the living room to join the others.

•••

“Okay, we have two cars, so how about the girls take one car, and the boys take the other? Renjun and Shihyun drove up here so maybe they shouldn’t have to drive for the rest of the trip” mark suggest. Renjun nodding his head to him as a thank you. “Why are we splitting up gender!? I wanna hang out with the girls! I trust Noona’s driving more then Johnny’s” Jisung complained holding onto your arm dramatically. “That’s ok Jisung you count as one of the girls anyway.” You joke. The whole group all snickered at his expression. He rips away from you. “I change my mind”

“No poor baby gurl! Don’t leave us hanging!” You continue, earning more laughs “Noona how could you treat me like this?” “I wanna be a ‘baby gurl’ too!” Yuta demands latching into your arm replacing Jisung. Renjun rolls his eyes and gets into the bigger car, joining Johnny who’s looking up the directions in the drivers seat. “Too bad! I’m already her baby gurl!” Jisung drags yuta off if you and take his place one more. “Wow” you roll your eyes. “I kinda wanna go with you guys too” mark announces. Looking to yejun who smiles and nods in agreement “What!? Then so do I” haechan adds. He grabs ahold of your hand, Looking right at you. His eyes look innocent, completely different then a couple moments ago. “How about we just see who fits?” You suggest.

“If Jisung is coming, there’s only one more place in the smaller car.” Yejun informs. “But just to help you guys out, Shihyun is driving which means, she gets the aux.” she adds. “Oh-“ yuta mutters. “You know what, I think I’ll just go with Johnny” he slides into the big car to join the two boys already in there. “Yeah you know what, I didn’t bring headphones and I don’t want have to listen to promiscuous by Nelly furtado featuring timbaland one more time.” Mark agrees and follows yuta.

“Shihyuns not driving? You are, and thought we were sharing the aux” you correct, sending a confused look her way. She winks. “I know” then giggles to herself. “But mark will just play ‘hold tight’ by Justin bieber. And yuta would distract me by criticizing my driving.” You laugh and Jisung and haechan join you. Jisung hops in the front next to yejun. Shihyun is already fast asleep in the backseat.

“Wonder what she would’ve said about me if I decided not to go” heachan thinks aloud. You ponder for a moment and snort. “‘Hyuck would just listen to Michael Jackson the whole time’” you mimic yejuns voice. “See that’s true but she wouldn’t call me hyuck, she would say donghyuck” he retaliates but your already climbing into the back seat of the car. He follows you. Only to find that you waking Shihyun move to the middle.

Did that upset him?

Yes No

•••

While driving you look out the window looking at all the things Shihyun points out, making sure she knows your paying attention so she doesn’t throw a tantrum, but haechan on the other side of her seems quiet. Too quiet. When she finally falls back asleep you look over to see her leaning up against haechans shoulder. He doesn’t seem to mind though, he’s looking out the window lost in thought. you smile to yourself before looking about out your own.

Haechan is so sweet in his own little way. You wonder if he enjoyed what had happened earlier. He seemed to. So did you, even if you didn’t actually get that far, your sure he know what he’s doing. I mean come on… he was able to Find your clit- through your underwear. You body tingles in the places he’s touched you. Chills run down your spine at the thought of him going further with you.

God you wanted to feel him inside you.

You wanted him to hold you. This feeling is so foreign, you and Haechan where friends who would bicker about every single thing. Also arguing or play fighting. You never really thought about how close you two are. Or the fact that you two know so much about each other. It never crossed your mind that your relationship with him wasn’t hate.

You blink twice when your phone buzzes in your pocket. You lift yourself of your seat, to quickly grab it from under you. You open your notifications.

|| JenO -

Heard you and hyuck got together?

You look up to look and see if anyones eyes where on you. Yenjun and Jisung were taking quietly up front, too quiet. But that’s not what your worrying about right now. You look over at Shihyun who is still fast alseep on haechans shoulders. But haechan is no longer looking out the window. No now he’s looking at you. The concern on your face rubbing into his. He mouths ‘you ok?’ And you nod with a tight smile before turning back to your phone. He couldn’t see your screen anyway.

JenO

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|| you-

Where did you hear something like that?

|| JenO -

Oh come on y/n, I can tell youre hiding something even through text.

Read

|| JenO -

fine, Shihyun mentioned something about you two

|| you -

Ofc she did

|| JenO -

Relax y/nie

|| JenO -

Not planing on telling anyone, just want to know if my close friend finally got laid.

|| you -

What’s finally supposed to mean huh? 😡

|| JenO -

Was it good?

Read

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You sigh and rest your head on the head rest on the back of your seat. Thinking. Not if it was good. But if you should tell him. You trust Jeno like you trust renjun. Maybe a third opinion might do you well.

JenO

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|| you -

It was good

|| JenO -

Sick, so what is it? Like fwb? Or just a hook up?

|| you -

It’s not friends with benefits…

|| JenO -

So a hookup?

|| you -

I don’t really know

|| JenO -

You fucking idiot, 😂 come on y/n what do you mean you don’t now?

|| JenO - typing

|| you -

Shut up Asshole. I’m figuring it out! You have no right to talk especially since I know about what’s happening between you an Shihyun!

|| JenO -

Shut up asshole. That’s fair I guess. 💀 We’ll be there in like an hour. And you guys get back around 5? I’ll see you then.

^ you laughed JenO’s message

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You turn your phone off and try your best to fall asleep. You feel Shihyun’s weight shift and now she’s leaning her head on your shoulder. You smile at her and lay your head on hers.

•••

“Noona” you open your eyes to Jisung, standing out the car door in front of you. He’s reaching over your frame, which is really small compared to his. “Hm?” You question through you sleepiness.

The ride back was quiet. Iceskating and the rides definitely tired you out. Especially the ones that went too high off the ground, making you light headed- So did the bickering between Jisung and yejun, Which seemed so different from the tone they had with eachother on the ride there, they were talking calm and nice to each other but as soon as they were out of the car, they began arguing over who could get on the most rides. Later on, Mark decided to bring up the 2 butts debate again over lunch and landed you here. In the back seat, drained.

“Can you lift your arm?” Jisung asks, his voice at almost a whisper. You lift both arms waiting for his explanation. You then hear you seatbelt click. You look out the car windows to see you made it back to lodge already. You look next to your car to the right and see two others. Probably Johnny’s and the rest of the group. When the seatbelt is off of you, you turn to see shihyuns head back on Haechans shoulder, both of them also fast asleep. “Noona, are you too tired to walk? Do you want me to carry you inside?” You look over at the boy who’s putting your shoes back on your feet for you.

“Huh? No, I’m ok. But maybe carry hyunie in? She’s pretty tired.” He nods “she’s also snoring” he adds. you bite back a laugh and so does he. Jisung backs up to give you space to slip out to the car. You walk around and open haechans side of the door. His body was leaning up against the door when you opened it. He would’ve fell out if the car if it wasn’t for the seatbelt that’s around him. He jolted out of his slumber at the sudden feeling of falling. Then his eyes find your playful ones. You try holding back your laugh but fail.

Jisung walks around the car and into the house with Shihyun in his arms. When you turn back to the boy in front of you is out of the car ready to pounce. “You’ll regret that” “hm really?” You ask sarcastically. And he pokes the side of his check. “Yeah really” a smile creeps onto his lips. It’s not dark out yet but it is dimmer then Usual. The sky clear of clouds and still. No wind, or rain, just cold air. You don’t realize but he was watching you intently, as if trying to read your mind.

Is she upset?

She probably unsatisfied

You fucking asshole

You share a moment of silence. It was Awkward but it wasn’t the worst thing in the world, you felt comfortable. You wonder if he’s comfortable too. You look at him through the corner of your eye. He’s leaning up against the car, looking in your direction.

Well that made you nervous.

Your mind drifts back to his words

‘So fucking pretty’

‘Wanna hear you begging for me, can you do that for me angel?’

You shift on your feet at the thought of him talking to you like that. You pinch yourself in the arm when your mind starts to wonder how it would be like to date him. Now that you two aren’t alway bickering- you finally see the way looks at you. You pinch yourself again to remind yourself that this is purely pleasure- sexual pleasure. The act doesn’t go unnoticed by the boy in front of you.

“You ok?” You turn back to him quickly, when you hear his voice, a lot closer then you thought he would be. “Yeah? Why?” You look him up and down. His hands are stuffed into his pocket. His hair still swayed to the sides, some thin strands falling into his face.

“You seemed upset in the car…” you’re about to tell him it’s nothing but he continues “if it’s about me leaving you hanging earlier, I told you I wou-“

“Nonononono no! That’s not what happened” you cut him off. “Jeno just texted me, and I was surprised, that’s all” “hm” he nodded his head, but he wasn’t convinced, and for some reason the topic of you and Jeno, stirred something in him, especially since you didn’t clarify what he texted you.

“Well, they got here 2 hours ago. They texted the group chat about grabbing more stuff for the party” he informs pulling out his phone to see the texts from jeno and jaemin. He watches you read the text. He can’t help but hope you would show you text with jeno ti him.

“More stuff? What else do we need?” You ask, mostly to yourself. He watches your eyebrows pinched together, and is mind found it’s way back to when he had you in the bed. He can’t focus now, his mind full of… you.

He begins to mindlessly trail off.

“Well taeyong wants to have a movie night, so their probably getting more snacks and we also need ice.” As he’s Explaining his hand comes up to softly rub your shoulder. You look at him and you can see that his mind is elsewhere. His eyes aren’t focused on anything in particular and his sentences are trailing off. “Hyuck, Are you tired?” You ask him in the softest voice he’s ever heard from you.

“Hm?… no” his mind begins to slow down when he hears you call his name. “You seem tired” you push. He slides his hands down your shoulders then hold your hands.

He’s lost again, looking at your hands connecting between your bodies “Hyuck?” He interlocks your fingers with his.

“Yes?” He looks at you in the eyes now. “Are You ok?”

“Mhm, Just thinking”

That was the most irritating answer he could have given you. “Don’t, don’t think, okay? Do you wanna lay down?” He stares at you for a moment. “Nah I’m good, parties gonna start soon-“

“Fuck the party, you look like you’re about to pounce on me but for real” you laugh but it doesn’t reach your eyes. They are filled with worry. “You need to lay down”

“I’ll lay down if you lay with me?”

It was supposed to be a demand but it came out as a question. “Ok I can do that” you nod slowly with a smile. His heart aches at the sight of you holding his hand, pulling him inside. Where you see Chaewon and Kai are leaned up against the kitchen counter. When Chaewon sees you too she squeals in excitement. “Haechan! Hiii” she goes it to hug him, he barley hugs back. His eyes only fixated on your hands. She waves it off, assuming he’s tired. Which is true. “Y/n! Hey baby!!” She say in a flirty way. You snort and hug her with your free arm. She definitely notices that yours and heachans hands are connected but chooses to ignore it. You wonder why. “Long day huh?” You nod then turn to Kai who’s drinking a bottle of beer. “You guys started drinking?”

“Yeah?! Pregaming! Barbecues are the best when your drunk, especially the movie!!” You laugh when she grabs he whiteclaw from the counter.

Drunk my ass. How much alcohol is in there .0001%?

You laugh. You were ready to greet Kai, when you feel haechan begin to pull you away from the kitchen. Without an argument you wave them a goodbye and follow haechan down the hallway opposite from your room. “Hyuck? Are we going to your room?” “Mhm”

He practically kicks he door open. You finally let go of his hand to take in the structure of the room he’s staying in. “Lay down” you turn around to see him undressing himself. “Okay” You sit in the bed. Your back leaned up against the headboard. Everything smells like him. It’s a bit overwhelming, but in the best way possible. You watch him take his hoodie off throwing it to the side, undoing he belt to throw it along with it. “Are we going to have, you know-?” You ask and watch him turn to you. “Do you not want to?” He paused his movements. “I do” you correct him, your voice almost muted. Your eyes leave his to find something- anything else to look at, then bringing your knees up to your chin and wrapping your arms around them. He nods at your reassurance.

He returns to his previous activity, tugging his pants down on the floor.

“Do you want me to take my clothes off too?” You question, trying your best to calm your nerves.

Why is he so quiet all of a sudden. It was like a switch.

“No” he said bluntly “wanna undress you myself princess” he dips into the bed with a smirk. You let out a exhale at the nickname. He seems back to normal again.

“If you don’t wanna do this now, I’ll stop, no problem”

“I do”

“You do what?”

“I wanna do this”

He face lightens with your words. He licks his bottom lip. His memories taking him back to see you on the floor with him inside your mouth. His cock twitches at the image. He begins to climb over you.

You lay down fully until your head is propped up from the pillows. “Wanna make you cum so much baby” he crawls up your Frame until he’s hovering right above you. His knees dug into the mattress on either side of you. “Feel bad about leaving you like that” he leans down just enough for your noses to brush against each other, before finding your neck.

He’s found that this is his favorite place to be. “I told you to forget it” you warned. Your eyes remain on him, and you hold his face with you palms. “Can’t” he stays, in between sucks against your neck. You impatiently lift his head slightly to connect your lips. Placing your hands on his shoulders, He smiles against you, But depends the kiss, allowing your head to fall back into the pillows. His hands move to your waist, lifting your hips off the bed slightly, before hooking his fingers onto your pants to dragged them the down your legs.

You gasp into the kiss. He takes your pants off completely, Licking your mouth for entrance, which you grant him immediately. You hear your pants hit the ground somewhere near the closet door. Assuming he threw them. He begins to pull anyway but you follow him, Chasing his lips. He lets out a breathy chuckle “Wanna hear you say my name, you can be loud for me right?” His hands caressing you thighs gently. His words, his hands, his gaze- god It’s turning you on.

“Yeah” you breath out. He smiles, reconnecting your lips. “Good girl” his hands finding your waist again. Lifting up your top to grope your tits. His disconnects your lips again. You groan in annoyance, but it turns into a moan when he lifts up your top completely, along with your bra to latch lips onto your nipple. Your hands move from his chest to his hair. Gripping onto him and pulling lightly. The act having him groan into your chest. He pulls away to quickly discard your top and your bra. Then His hand travels down you abdomen and into your panties.

Finally.

His fingers play with your folds for a moment before using you fingers to spread them. You close your eyes at the thought of him actually touching you where you need him most. He allows his middle finger to circle around you clit. The act making you hips push into his hand for more. “So small under me, god I could spilt you in half” you shiver under him.

You body pushing further into his touch, the fact that your body is telling him all of your secrets, what makes you tick and what makes you moan, is making him unbelievably hard. Your moans are like music to his ears. “Hyuck” you whimper.

“Yes baby?”

“Please hurry” he moves his head from you chest to look up at you. Your eyes closed. Eyebrows furrowed in frustration- he loves it.

“I’ll do anything you want, just gotta hear you say it love” all this nicknames are making your head spin. And you curse yourself for being so effected. “I want you inside me” you mutter the words so low, he almost didn’t hear them. But he did, he just wants to hear it again.

His elbow is propped up against the bed. His other hand working circles around your clit, using His finger to collect the wetness around your hole as lube.

“Hm?” He smirks watching you, every twitch if your face. “Look at me” he demands. You open your eyes to meet his. You wonder for a moment if you asked him to kiss you again, would it be weird?

“Want you inside me please Hyuck”

He smiles, trying hard to remember that this is just sex, no feelings. But he can’t help the words the leave his mouth next.

“Anything for you” as if he read your mind, he places a peck to your lips, lingering there a second too long. The finger that’s as abusing your bud, now making its way around your entrance, At a painfully slow pace. You open your legs wider for him. And he bits his lower lip, trying not to laugh. “Yeah? s’that good?”

“No”

“No? Whats wrong angel?”

“Hyuck don’t tease…. please just…”

“Please what?” He asks.

You wanna punch him, and you would if your body didn’t feel so weak and fragile. You whimper. Sliding one of your hands to please your aching instead. His hand quickly slides out of you and wraps his hand around your wrist, stopping your attempt. “Nuh uh, use your words love”

“Hyuck, please just finger me” you finally let out. To embarrassed to keep your eyes open. “God your so sexy” he frees your hand to find his way back to your pantries. Haechan sits up to pull your panties down your legs and tosses them to the side. You close your thighs together. “Y/n” you open your eyes to find his. They seem darker and more serious, the you’ve ever seen them. “Can’t make you feel good down here if your legs are closed” you nod. ”right”

“Wanna see your pretty little pussy” Your legs open for him before his sentence even finishes sounding. He smiles at your obedience. He looks at you for an uncomfortable amount if Time, you begin to freak out.

Then he inserts his middle finger into you. Your sucking him in, and you feel so hot down there.

“Holy shit”

that’s all he could let out. Like I said it’s been a while since you’ve been active in your sexually life. Your watching him stare down at where his finger is being squeezed in. He adds another. Earning a small whine for him. His fingers start to slowly pump in and out of you. Earning moans from your pretty mouth. He leans back towards you. Pls sing his face over yours once again. “Gonna make you cum on my fingers… then My tongue, the my cock, okay princess?” You exhale and try to nod but your mind is full of the thought of haechans dick inside you. “Gotta make sure I won’t hurt you pretty baby. Gotta stretch you out a bit, okay?”

You nod, though your not really listen to his words. His free hand sliding up your body to your face. Caressing your check. Looking at you like your The only girl in the world.

To him… you were.

“words baby”.

“Yes” you agree even though you can’t really remember what he said. “Good” he wants to kiss you again, would that be weird? This is just pleasure right? Does kissing count?

He shakes it off and moves himself until he’s on his knees leaning back slightly to get a good look at you. He watched his fingers work inside of you, curling every now and then. Which is making you moan, loudly. So he keeps doing it. Wanting nothing more then to hear you tell him he’s doing a good job. “Is this good baby?” He asks picking up the pace, “mhm s’good” his thumb runs circles around your clit, your hips shoot up, chasing the feeling and he can tell your close. He lowered his head to place kisses around your thighs. Then his body slowly adjusts until he’s lying on his stomach. His kisses trail down your thighs until he reaches you core.

Haechan places a kiss to your clit, making you shiver and stutter your hips into his face. He doesn’t complain, instead he takes his fingers out to completely devour you. You moan and yell his name. He subconsciously begins to grind into the mattress.

He continues to abuse your pussy. When you grab and up at his hair he almost cums in his pants. His finger find their way back onto your cunt and working their magic.

He’s paying attention to every part of you. Watching your reactions and accommodating to them. You feel yourself getting closer and closer. His begins speeding up his fingers and his tongue. Every now and then curling them continuously. Your hips start bucking and the back of your neck feels hot. “Your doing so well” he coos against you.

You can feel it coming. You cover your mouth and face with your hands to stop any embarrassing sound form leaving your lips. He’s definitely not happy about that, but he sees the way your body is twitching. It makes him smile, knowing got you to cum just from his fingers an mouth. He continues slowing, laping at your sex. He’s savouring everything that pour out of you. working on your clit to help ride out your orgasm. “Don’t hide from me y/n, I hate that shit”

You shake your head and slowly close your thighs around his hand. “Y/n” he chuckles, removing his hand from your cunt. His other hand garbing you wrist and pulling em away from your face.

“Look at me.” He tried to say it in a soft voice, but it came out as a demand. When you open your eyes to look at him, he brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking in your release. “Oh god” you mutter. You are so out of breath and your eyes can’t focus properly but the sight could make him cum. He smiles onto his fingers. You know your face is red right now and it’s killing you. “Your so fucking cute” he closes in slowly kissing you, but this felt different, it felt real. He pulls away. And you look up at him, with a innocent look.

He stays like this for a moment, watching your eyes and listening to your breathe. waiting for it to even out. “Hyuck” “yes princess”

“Please fuck me now”

He surprised at how openly you said that. You Kept your eyes on him and your voice didn’t break once.

So fucking hot. But as much and he wanted to he couldn’t.

“Can’t. Not yet” He shakes his head sitting back into his knees. “Gotta make sure your ready.” He’s about to crawl back down, to no doubt eat you out one more time. And as much as you want that, you can’t wait anymore.

You sit up onto your knees as well, wrapping your arms around his neck, his face turns back to yours. “Please, I’ll take it” he just looks at you. He’s never expected this kind of behaviour from you and it’s driving him crazy. His eyes fall onto your lips. “Yeah?”

“Hyuck, I wanna ride you.” His hands find your waist immediately. Pulling you onto him and placing his back against the headboard. You straddle his waist, a little taken aback at how he can carry you so easily. When your situated on top of his boxers, your can feel him under you, He’s so hard and you wanna feel him stretch you out.

“You can’t just say things like that y/n shit” he places his hands on your hips and moves you so that their rolling over his cock. The friction on your already sensitive core- Him using you like this is weirdly turning you on even more. Your lips find a place on his neck, sucking at his sensitive skin. The groans he lets out are beautiful, and you want nothing more then to hear them again.

His hands remain on your hips but his thumb finds you bud to run circles over it. Your hips buckle down into him. He lets out a whimper and you almost came right there.

“Mmmh Hyuck, please let me feel you!” You allow your hands to run up and down his abdomen. Haechans pulls you away from him, his palms placed on your cheeks. “Fuck Im gonna ruin you” you Lean into his touch, continuing to rock against his dick.

“If you want to stop at any point in time, you tell me. Do you understand?”

You ignore him. Pulling his boxers down to free his cock. It flys up and smacks his stomach.

You want him in your mouth again.

But you also want him inside your walls.

“Y/n I’m serious” he lifts your face look at his.

“Haechan, I’m not made of glass” you argue grabbing at his base, making his hips fly up into your hand. “You might as well be” he moans. Placing his hands on your hips to ground himself. His lifts you slightly and you place his tip at your entrance.

“Wait!” You freeze at the sudden interruption. Looking up at his in fear that he’s changed his mind. “I don’t have a condom on” he informs and you roll your eyes.

“Haechan, I’m on the pill” he sighs in relief.

“Call me haechan, one more time. I dare you” he is voice stern and serious. “Hyuck” you correct your self. It made you giddy that he notices when you don’t call him by his nickname.

When you finally allow his tip to push into, you immediately feel a stretch you’ve been dying for since the new semester started. “Shit”

“Shit”

As soon as he top touched your entrance he could feel how wet you were. The slick dripping down his length, he thought he might cry. It’s taking everything in him not to destroy you right now.

You slowly lower yourself onto him. Taking him an inch at a time. It did hurt a bit, but the feeling of someone- HIM inside of you was intoxicating. And the only reason it hurt is because you haven’t had something like this in such a long time. The Ecstasy could make you cry. “So fucking tight” his head falls back onto the headboard with his eyes closed. He’s taking deep breaths through his nose, trying to stay calm. Your so small, so warm. He can feel your walls clenching and fluttering around him.

when he’s fully inside of you, you pause. You can feel you legs shaking already. You can feel blood rushing to your clit when it makes contact with his skin.

Your hands placed at his shoulders and you stare down at where he disappears inside you. You want to move so bad, but you can’t seem to focus on any-

“Take your time” your hear him say. You look back up to see him smiling at you. A reassuring smile that makes him so kissable… is that weird? “You okay” he asks. His eyes furrow together at the way your looking at him. He sees you fighting a battle against yourself in your mind “Just…. Thinking” you say between a moan when you begin to move your hips around. He bites his lip at the feeling. “Don’t think about it, do whatever you want princess, I’m all yours”

You pause for a moment longer, then move your hands slightly to hold his neck. Your thumbs on his jaw affectionately caressing his face. “Wanna kiss you… can I kiss you?” You feel him twitch inside you, and you moan again at the feeling. He smiles “don’t ask baby, told you I’m all yours” you continue to stare, as if you didn’t hear him. He leans forward to place a peck on your lips to help you get started. Then leans back so you’ll follow him. This kiss feels so different, so real and full of emotions, you just couldn’t pin point what emotions where being expressed.

You begin working your hips on his cock, he groans into the kiss, one hand gripping your thigh and the other on your hip, gently massaging the area. Helping you grind into him. He’s so big, so thick. Every time you move you can feel every inch of him. He can feel your wall throbbing around him, causing him to rut up into you. “Hyuck” you mubbled between his lips. You aren’t kissing anymore, your mouths are just on top of each others.

“Hm?”

Everything seems so sensual. His hands massaging your body. You felt so loved, even if that isn’t what he’s giving you, that’s all you felt. He’s so relaxed, watching your every move. Waiting for you, making sure your ready and comfortable. You wanna make him feel good. You don’t want him to hold back.

“Want you to fuck me”

You pleaded. Holding your breathe while waiting for his responds. “Oh yeah?” He teased, he didn’t even fight the smile that spears in his face. All you could do is whine and nod your head. He smirks and places another kiss to you lips. “How do you want me to do it?”

“Just, just make yourself feel good- want you to use me” his hips unintentionally jolt into you. You Hiss at the feeling of his tip hitting your soft spot. “Shit, sorry.. You can’t just say shit like that y/n”

You lower your head to hide your face. “Please Do that again” you plant your face in his shoulder. And he does, he grabs your hips and slowing begins to fuck into you. He’s so fucking turned on. He was ready to take it slow, if that’s what you wanted but when you just came out and said that, something in him turned.

“Your so fucking filthy” he spoke between breathy moans. you sobbed into his neck in responds as He begins to bounce you on top of his cock. Making sure your pace meets his thrust. “Wanting me to use you? Shit- your so dirty” it feels so good, he’s hitting places you’d never even new where there.

So deep

“My pretty little slut hmm?” He coos in a condescending tone. “Does it feel good?” You nod into his shoulder and he slows down his movements.

He grabs you ass, shifting both your weight. When You open your eyes to see him on top of you, and your back against the bed. “Need your eyes in me princess, you can do that, I know you can” you shake your head. But he doesn’t give you the Chance to complain. He pulls his hips back just enough until only his tip is inside you then fucks back into you. His pace was brutal. “Is this ok baby?” He said, hoping he doesn’t sound to whiny. Your walls continue to flutter around him and he can’t focus anymore. He’s on his knees. His hands find themselves on the back of your thighs. Using them to help him pound into you. Your skin is so soft and your thighs are so plump. His eyes watch your closed one’s then they shift to your breasts; Bouncing so beautifully.

“Want me to slow down?” He asks leaning forward, folding you in half as he did. You open your eyes to see him looking back at you. Your walls clench and haechans hips stutter. “No, no feels good don’t stop. Please don’t stop”

He smiles. Leaning in for another kiss. “Wasn’t planning on it” he leans back again to get a full view of your body. Then he looks down to see where he’s disappearing inside you, your all over his sheets now, the sounds of his balls slapping against your ass fill his ears. He places your legs over his shoulders and places his hand on your lower stomach. “Can feel myself here, can you feel me here baby?”

The feeling of him touching himself through your stomach pushed you over the edge. Your eyes roll back and you swear you saw stars. You feel your back arch into him and Your muscles tense. Your legs and waist twitches aggressively.

He feels your walls spasm around his cock. He watches you come undone, below him. He last one more powerful thrust before emptying himself inside you. He falls forward, catching himself with his hand to make sure not to fall on top of you. The feeling of his warm release inside of you is making your mind go blank. He slowly pulls out of you, you cringe at the felling of his cum leaking out you. But he loves it. He watches it drip down towards your ass. He’s proud of himself. Looking back to you, he see that you’re eyes are still closed gnawing at your lip.

“You ok baby? he caresses you face and places a peck you to lips. He laughs when he sees your lips pucker, he places another peck on the corner of your mouth. You try to sit up but his pushes you back down. “Want me to run you a bath?” You roll your eyes.

“Aftercare?! From you? Unbelievable” you joke through your tiredness and it’s his turn to roll his eyes. “I heard women don’t like to be touched after sex? Do you want to be alone?” You sit up again to look at him. “No, don’t leave me” he nods with a smile. He’s glad, because he really want to stay near you. He wants to hear your voice and feel your touch against his for the rest of his life. But we won’t ever say that aloud.

“I’ll start a bath, and I’ll clean you up so you can sleep, sound good?” He gets up pulling his boxers back on and grabbing the rest of the clothes in the floor and throws them in a bag. “You mean… you’ll take a bath with me?” You question.

He turns to look at your frame on the bed. And you feel a bit of déjà vu. “Do you not want me too?”

You giggle “if it means I don’t have to clean myself then I guess you can bathe with me”

He rolls his eyes. Those words felt like a reminder, that this is just ‘two friends helping each other out’.

•••

But you don’t want to think about that. Not when he’s holding you in the bath like this. Not when he’s telling you how well you did, and gently cleaning your body.

Not when he helps get you dressed, putting you in one of his t-shirts, and apologizing for accidentally hitting your breasts.

Not when he lets you lay down on his bed while he plays a stupid k-drama on his laptop.

And Not when you swear you heard the words “I love you” when you fell asleep in his bed- in his arms.

The only thing you could think of was what started all of this the the first place. The words he said to you yesterday- that stupid suggestion replaying in your mind.

••• yesterday night •••

“Pretend you’re in love with me” the words surprisingly leave his lips easily, not stuttering or hesitation. Probably due to the alcohol.

“What!?” You ask, almost positive you didn’t hear him properly. You turn from the tv and place the beer in your hands down on the coffee table, he follows.

“Just for one night. I mean come on y/n, we always act as if we hate each other but we both be know how much we care about one another right?”

You stay silent. He wasn’t making any sense. He decides to explain his thoughts to you. Even if he knows they wouldn’t make sense to you. You would never understand how he feels.

“You know everything about me y/n, my favourite shows, foods, what makes me laugh, what I want for my future- what makes he serious- everything. And I know everything about you. We’re not strangers, and this trip is supposed to help us relax and feel better about our lives right? So just for one night? Act like you love me as much as I love you” he turns to face you completely now. You watch his eyes, looking for a hint of playfulness, or the sound of his laughter when he tells you he’s kidding. But it never comes, he just stares at you.

You laugh, but it doesn’t reach your eyes. Your not sure if it’s him or the alcohol talking.

“Are you out of your mind!?” You ask pressing your palm against his forehead to check for an unusual temperature, in responds to his ridiculous suggestion.

“Only for you”

(Part three)

[daisyful-gvf]

✿ little wing ✿

part 3

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pairings: jake x reader

word count: 7.5k

notes: finally!! god i love this chapter. and i can’t wait for the next :)

warnings: sexual situations, marijuana use, drinking, angst :(

playlist (which i’ve become rly attached to lol)

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You’re insane if you think The Beatles are better than Cream

You laugh to yourself at his message. It’s a very Jake thing to say. Your answer is playful:

i think you’re just stubborn

It’s been nice texting Jake here and there. During the long stretches in the cramped sprinter van, between braiding Violet’s hair and plucking absentmindedly on your acoustic, it’s an exciting little activity. He’s witty, and also somehow awake most hours of the day.

That could be. But consider this:

He sends a Youtube link to a live performance of Crossroads, and you know before you even listen that he likely has you beat. You watch it anyways and smile at the thought that he shared it with you.

alright, i’ll concede

You answer. After another moment you add

for now

“What’s that about?” Paisley’s voice catches you off guard in the seat row in front of you. Her eyeliner is still half on from the show the night before, and she rubs at it as she smiles at you, “The giggling at your phone. Jake?”

If you act surprised, she’ll see right through it. You just nod, and try not to blush too hard. She offers you a knowing smile and you wave her off.

“I’m just saying…” she laughs and plays with the wooden beaded bracelets on her wrist.

“Well don’t,” you smile and pick up your guitar again, putting Jake out of your mind for a moment.

“Come on,” she grins, “What’s going on?”

The air seems stuffy in the van suddenly, so you crack a window. The summer Texas air is inviting on your skin and through your hair.

“I don’t know,” you sigh, “Truly, I don’t. I think we’re just friends, I think…”

She gives you an anticipatory look as you gather your thoughts.

“He’s a flirt, but he seems to tone it down with me. I think he’s just being nice. Professional, even.”

Whether or not she means for it to, the boisterous laugh that comes out pangs at your chest. As your face falls and you resort to playing a riff on the acoustic, she notices.

“Hey,” she soothes, “I’m not trying to be mean. I just wish I should shake some sense into you.”

You raise your brow at her as you play.

“I don’t know that even if I spelled it out for you, that you’d get it, babe,” she says gently, “But if he’s making you happy to be around, go with it.”

“Just don’t leave us in the dust for some rockstar dick, please,” Carol chimes in from the front. She gives you a wicked grin and then smacks her gum.

“Oh my god,” you roll your eyes, “It’ll never be like that.”

Paisley reaches over and ruffles your hair before she turns to lay her head against the window, and then you’re left with your own thoughts again. The buzz of your phone on your thigh startles you.

What do I get for winning? :)

You roll your eyes at his cheeky message.

well, what do you want?

He reads the message instantly, and after about a minute of silence your stomach starts to knot.

And then it hits you. You’re in it. You haven’t felt nervous over a text from someone in god knows how long, and it’s almost embarrassing how plain it is for yourself to see. And maybe, it’s not such an insane thing to like him. Maybe you’ll let yourself see where it goes.

Smoke with me again?

You don’t notice you’re smiling at it until your cheeks ache a bit.

if you insist, kiszka

The beds of your nail starts to bleed as you chew at the skin anxiously. You send the next message with your breath held:

time & place?

He answers quickly

After the show? I think our hotel’s right across from the venue. Meet me at the lobby bar?

Trying your best not to overthink it, you reply

see you then. good luck with the show tonight! big crowd.

Oh yeah? You think I need luck?

Your stomach turns at the playfulness of his response.

so humble, you are

The bubble of ellipses taunt you for a moment as he answers.

;)

You stare at the small winking face for a while before you decide it’s probably bad for your cardiac health, and set the phone face down on the seat. The Texas wind knots your hair, but you smile as the breeze hits your face.

-✿✿✿-

You find yourself in a trance as you watch the crew pack up Greta’s equipment from the side stage. Fog still curls through the edges of the room from the machines. After you let yourself watch for a bit, you take a deep breath and make your way back to the girls.

Outside by the van, you find Violet with a leg propped against the small metal barricade, puffing on a cigarette.

“Hey,” she says gently, “We’re gonna go get pizza I think. Coming?”

You lean into her and give her a sloppy half hug, shaking your head, “M’gonna go hang out with Jake for a bit if that’s alright.”

She grins like a cheshire cat and puts her cigarette out on her heel of her docs.

“It’s sweet, y’know,” he clears her throat.

“Mm?” you shuffle your feet around, acting oblivious.

“I can tell you like him. It’s sweet.”

You shrug and lean against the barrier, “I don’t know what I’m doing.”

She laughs softly and leans next to you, “You don’t have to, that’s the fun of it. Just see where it goes.”

Her words seem so obvious, yet so hard to abide by in the moment.

You nod anyways, and then stand back up, stretching your hands up into the warm evening air. The crop top you’re wearing exposes your stomach to the breeze, and it’s unexpectedly grounding.

The rest of the girls round the corner and motion to Violet, and she leaves you with a soft wave and a smile.

After a deep breath, you turn on your heels and begin to walk around to the front of the venue, making your way to the hotel. The streetlights are warm orange against the dark sky, and it comforts you in an odd nostalgic way. The hotel is nice, a tall, shiny building, just a block away. You enter the lobby with your breath held.

He’s laughably easy to spot in a crowd. He’s in a black cutoff tank, and his brown hair spills in waves over his shoulders.

You approach the bar slowly and tap him once on the back. He turns with an already gentle smile on his face. He never seems caught off guard.

“Hey, little wing,” he grins and turns to bring you into a side hug,

You head reels, all at once hit with the smell of him, the warmth of him. In your head, his voice echos:

little wing

If he didn’t have a soft hold on your torso, your knees surely would buckle.

“Little wing?” you try to sound casual as you slide into the barstool beside him.

He nods, then is quiet for a moment as he adjusts back onto his stool.

“Seems fitting,” He finally says, taking one of the final sips of his drink, “That alright?”

You hum your approval, trying desperately to relax.

“I don’t have a nickname for you,” you blurt out.

He shrugs and signals the bartender for his tab, “You’ll think of one m’sure.”

“You want one?” your smile is genuine.

He smiles at his drink and takes the final swig, then shrugs as he sets it down and swallows. His eyes finally meet yours. “If you wanna give me one, yeah. ‘Course.”

“Hmm,” you bite your lip, “I’ll get back to you.”

He nods and takes the check from the bartender, exchanging his card and finally signing the receipt before he motions to you to exit.

You follow him across the white tile floor of the lobby to the elevator, where you’re met with a silence that is shockingly comfortable. Finally, he breaks it.

“Have a good show tonight?”

He’s standing in the opposite corner of the elevator, waiting your answer intently.

You nod, “One of the better ones actually. You?”

Instantly, he’s smiling, “Yeah, I felt good tonight.”

After you nod, he continues, “I watched your set.”

The comment makes your chest flush. You try to remember that he’s just a musician after all, too.

“And?” you bite your lip nervously.

The steel elevator doors creak open and he gives an ‘after you’ wave of his arm. He exists, then leads the way down the red-carpeted hall.

“I enjoyed it,” he answers, turning slightly to you as he walks, and he fidgets with his rings, “Your band is talented, that’s undeniable.”

You smile, thinking of the girls. The bond you all have is intense, and you can’t help but be proud on their behalves from the compliment.

“You especially,” he grins as he tugs his wallet from his jean pocket and retrieves the key card.

“Oh, please,” you roll your eyes.

“I’m biased, as a fellow guitarist,” he opens the door and lets you in, “But I’m serious. It’s good.”

You spin to face him once inside, once again taken by the slight smell of shampoo and moisture from his pre-show shower.

“Thank you,” you say genuinely, “Really.”

He hold eye contact as he nods and smiles, and you suddenly don’t feel so on edge. He’s sweet.

“So,” he drums the tops of his thighs and moves to sit on the bed, “You were crazy for trying to argue The Beatles over Cream, y’know. You had this coming.”

You laugh, turning to make your way to the couch, and then—

There is no couch. Just the king bed, large and white in the middle of the room. Your cheeks heat.

“You good?” He asks, as you’ve fallen silent. Your head whips back around to him and you nod.

“You’re gonna make your whole room smell like weed, y’know,” you say, trying to talk yourself into normalcy.

He shrugs, “I don’t care. Better weed than stale hotel.”

You smile and make your way to the edge of the bed. You sit on the very corner, unsure of what else to do. He giggles, you’re pretty sure at your nervousness, but then he gets up and goes to his bag that sits on the desk.

Out of it he retrieves his metal tin and a lighter. He also pulls out a small bag of starbursts, and when he makes his way back to half-lay on the bed, he extends the yellow package to you with his eyebrows raised.

“M’good,” you smile. He nods and sets them aside, opening the metal tin and pulling out a pre roll. He lights up quickly, and the smell calms you instantly.

“You can lay down if you want,” he rasps as he holds in the green hit, “M’not gonna bite.”

The laugh that trills out of you is loud, and it makes him giggle in response.

“I’d hope not,” you try to ease the tension, and then let yourself lay down. You face each other, propped up on your sides a few feet away on opposite sides of the mattress.

He hands you the joint and after you take it, he plops flat onto his back, sinking into the weight of the mattress. His eyes flutter shut for a brief moment as you inhale.

When they open, his eyes a bit sleepy, he feels his pockets for his phone. You watch him scroll through it as you take another deep hit, and then finally he sighs and sets the device aside.

“I know I said I don’t usually watch movies when I smoke, but I’m not really feeling music right now,” he says. He stretches for the remote on the nightstand, revealing a strip of his stomach above his jeans that makes you blush. “That okay?” he asks.

Nodding, you cup your hand under the joint as the ash accumulates. He notices and gets up to grab an empty cup from near the ice bucket, passing it to you as he settles back onto the bed. This time, he lays up by the headboard, an arm stretched up behind his head casually.

He looks so good. A glimmer of hope crosses you, that maybe he will take this further.

“You wanna pick the movie?” He says, clicking at

the remote, stealing you from your thoughts.

You shake your head, “Go ahead.”

He bites his lip absentmindedly, and yeah, this is bad for you. There’s no denying that you want him, but you know yourself, and you can’t make a move first.

“Pirates?” He smiles at you and points to the TV with the remote.

You swivel your head to find Johnny Depp’s charming, dirty face grinning at you. After a short laugh, you nod. Jake nods back.

Passing him back the joint, you roll to lay on your stomach, parallel to him.

“How you gonna watch the movie if you’re faced this way?” He smarts. You shrug, swiping your hand along the soft plush of the comforter.

“Maybe I just wanna lay here,” you counter.

“Fair,” he puffs on the joint. There’s smoke in the air now, clinging to the mild humidity that seeps in from the summer evening, “So when did you start playing?”

“Guitar?”

He nods, hitting it again.

“Mm,” you ponder, again and again brushing your hand over the fabric, “Maybe twelve or thirteen?”

He nods and passes you the joint. As he holds the smoke in his lungs, he rasps out, “It shows.”

You can’t help your eye roll—while it’s very polite of him, it’s comical in some way that you feel such validation from it.

“What?” he giggles.

“Nothing,” you laugh, “Nothing, thank you.”

“You have a favorite song to play?”

“On stage?”

He shrugs, “Anywhere.”

You scoff, “You should know that’s an impossible question.”

His giggle is effortless, and he shrugs again, “Maybe. Try.”

Taking your last hit, you answer him upon exhale, “Right now? Maybe Red House.”

“God,” his smile is wide and toothy as he takes the joint back.

“What?” You blush at his response.

“Nothing,” he parrots your earlier response, “Good song.”

“You?”

He finishes off the joints and puts it out in the bottom of the cardboard cup; likely a fire hazard, but one that will be disregarded. He pops another starburst into his mouth.

“Right now it’s Orchid,” he smiles, as he talks around the candy “But it changes about every three days.”

“Mm,” you hum in acknowledgement. A gentle silence blankets the room, and in the background, Pirates plays on. You stare are your fingers, mostly, as they play with the edge of a down pillow now. Jake’s eyes flit between the screen and you.

It’s quiet for maybe ten minutes before he finally speaks, his voice now a little more hoarse.

“Wanna drink?”

You look up to him. His eyes are heavily lidded, and he looks relaxed. Only after you’re looking somewhere other than your hands do you realize you’re starting to feel the weed. You nod.

“Like water, or like whiskey?”

Blinking at him, you can’t bring yourself to decide.

“Whiskey it is,” he laughs, “Took too long, silly girl.”

Unable to help it, you bite your lip at the name. It’s laced with affection, or at least you’re pretty sure.

He slides off the bed easily, his jeans making a soft noise against the comforter. You don’t know how he’s always in jeans; perhaps for the aesthetic. The moment your set had ended earlier, you opted for some soft, flowy pants and a cropped shirt to cope with the temperature.

“Just one,” he’s handing you a can before you know it.

“This is soda,” you furrow your brow. He giggles.

“Not just,” he eases the can toward you, “There’s no more cups in here. I poured it in.”

The smell hits you then; the sweet dark liquor mixed with the sugary cola smell. It’s enticing.

You take a heavy swig, and yeah, he was right. He settles back on the bed, feet crossed, back against the headboard. You’re still parallel to him, you head about in line with his waist. As he sips from his drink, he plops his right hand down on the bed freely.

Quickly, his bracelets catch your eye. There’s four, a couple metal and a couple textile. You wonder how he came to have them, and why they all look like they’ve been on him for years.

“These old?” You ask, reaching up to tap one. Your fingertips brush his wrist, but he doesn’t flinch. Unable to think better of it, you continue to toy with one of them. It’s braided cord, very worn, frayed at most edges. Your trace the braided pattern over and over, occasionally bumping his skin. The feeling is electrifying, like you’ve just held hands with your childhood crush for the first time. He doesn’t seem to mind.

“Mmhm,” he answers. He takes another drink and then watches you play with it.

“Tell me about them,” you touch another one, a thin silver chain with a small gem pendant.

He takes a soft breath.

“Well. The cord one is from Josh. I’ve had it on about a year. Guess he thought it ‘suited my aesthetic’ or whatever,” he chuckles to himself, “The silver one is from my sister. Think I’ve had that one for three or four years.”

You nod and spin it around his wrist, all but holding his hand at this point. The weed has left you without embarrassment as a crutch, and it feels nice to let your fingertips skirt over his skin.

You point to another woven one, a blue and green friendship bracelet.

“That one is from some gas station in Michigan. A few months ago, before this tour started.”

You nod at his answer and point to the last one, a solid silver bangle with a small, ancient looking symbol.

“From my dad,” he smiles, “No idea where he found it. But I love it.”

The bracelets and your fingers graze his skin gently, and you wish you could stay in the moment forever. It’s tender, and it feels safe. You spare a glance up at him and he’s looking at you like he feels the same. Somehow, it’s more intimate than if he were to just kiss you.

“How bout you, hm?” He lifts his wrist and taps the small woven bracelet on your wrist, “Good story?”

“We all have one,” you say, and then realize that you’ve given very little context, “All the girls. Violet made them in the van during one of the rides in between shows.”

“That’s sweet,” he says softly. If it were anyone else, you’d think they were making fun of you. But not him, with the way he says it.

You nod and keep playing with the bracelets on his wrist, spinning them around and around, tracing them. You’ve mesmerized yourself with them. Eventually, the hair tie on his middle finger catches your eye, and you trail your finger down to circle that. His hand twitches slightly under your touch, but then relaxes.

It’s a natural progression, or at least it feels that way, as you begin to trace up and down his fingers with the nail of yours. The touch is gentle, and you intend for it to be soothing. Just when you’re unsure if it’s too much, and you consider stopping, he murmurs,

“Feels nice.”

You look up and his eyes are closed, his head leaned back against the wall. You take the cue and continue to trace over and over the tan skin with care.

Finally after five or so more minutes, you peek back up at him, and he’s grinning at you.

“Hi,” he barely gets it out before he giggles. You laugh back.

“Hi,”

“I’m high.”

“I had no idea,” you burst into an uncontrollable laughter at the sight of him, eyes heavy. He laughs with you.

“Feels nice,” he says again, though you’re not sure now if he’s talking about the high or you touching his hand.

Your arms tired from propping yourself up, you slouch down against the bed, your hair brushing over his hand. Quickly, you realize you’re cold.

“Cold,” you get out, rubbing the goosebumps over your arm. He lifts his hand to skirt a finger over your arm and feel the goosebumps.

“Get under the blanket,” he says, as if you were dumb for not thinking of that solution. You eye him hesitantly, unsure if you should be reading into this.

“Little wing,” he sighs, affectionately rolling his eyes, “Just get under the fucking blanket. You think too much.”

A little shocked, you laugh, but do just that. You slip off the bed and he does the same, and as you both sink under the plush of the down comforter, you realize how close you are.

For a bit you try to focus on Davy Jones and Will Turner, but then the high leaves you craving to touch him, and you can only ration with your brain in its dazed state for so long. You’re pretty sure he won’t freak out, so you let your head fall against his shoulder.

You can feel and hear him inhale, and you brace yourself for rejection, but all he says is

“C’mere,”

It’s soft, and he’s easing his arm behind you, allowing you to sink into his side if you wish. You look at him, and he’s close, and he still looks very high.

“Wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world if we just cuddled,” he says quietly, “S’no big deal.”

You wish he hadn’t said that, because you wish it could be a big deal. You wish it could snowball, with hands and lips everywhere, a culmination of all the little moments. But if he’s letting it be casual, so be it, it’s better than nothing at all.

Like you’ve just crawled through the desert, and like he is a pool of cool water, you fall into him, slotting perfectly against his side. His arm comes around you and rests on your waist.

“This okay?” He murmurs, barely audible over the TV and the blood rushing in your head. You nod against his chest. “You high too?” You nod again. “Good,” he says quietly.

Try as it might, the movie doesn’t hold your attention whatsoever. All you can focus on is the soft rise and fall of his chest, his body heat, his fingertips and their gentle pressure on your side.

It’s unclear when you drift off. When you wake, the TV is playing some 90’s sitcom at a soft volume. The blue glow from the screen washes over Jake’s face, which you’ve propped yourself up to look over.

He looks dreadfully sweet—lips parted slightly, eyelashes creating small shadows in their wake. His hair is messy, like he raked his hand through it shortly before dozing off.

Your eyes land on the digital clock on the nightstand to his side, where the time glares red: 3:34. Jesus christ, you have to be on the road at 7:30.

One last time, you look at him. The irrational part of you, the part of you that craves warmth, wants to curl back into him and say fuck it. But a few deep breaths later, you know that’s not what this is.

Carefully, you try to slip out from under the comforter, shivering as you slide the cover off your torso.

“Hey,” his soft voice breaks through the night air.

Blinking, you turn to make quick eye contact. He’s rubbing one of his eyes, stretching.

“I don’t know when I fell asleep,” you chuckle softly, “Sorry.”

“No,” he shakes his head and plops his hands back into his lap, “S’fine, I did too. You…”

He looks like he wants to say it, too: stay. Or maybe you’re delirious from the late hour. But he chews on his bottom lip a moment, and then pick back up,

“You gotta leave early too, huh?”

You nod, and he nods back.

“Let me walk you down to the lobby,” he murmurs, sliding one of his legs from the comforter. Then he stills.

Suddenly, like a wave of nausea, you are hit with an emotion so unpleasant you fight tears.

If he doesn’t do something now, with you in his hotel bed during the witching hour, craving his touch and so clearly willing, maybe he never will. Maybe it’s just not like that, and this intense and well-fed crush you have is girlish and dumb.

“It’s fine,” you choke out, quickly putting your feet on the ground and searching for your sandals.

“No, I can—“

“It’s fine,” you reiterate, finally kicking on your other shoe and pivoting to the door.

“Hey—“

“Goodnight, Jake,” you get out, hand finding the room door in the dark only based on the rectangle of light coming from the hall.

“Little wing, hey—”

It’s the last thing you hear as the door latches behind you, and barely three steps into the hallway, the hot tears roll down your cheeks.

The bartender in the lobby gives you a concerned look as you rush out the front doors, where you walk a far too long twenty minutes back to your own hotel room.

When you sink into the bed next to Paisley, head pounding, sleep takes you quickly.

-✿✿✿-

In the stark light of the morning, with your head against the bus window, Paisley nudges you about twenty minutes into the drive. Her grin is devilish as she whispers,

“Why’d you come back to the room so late?”

Her look is expectant, much like you were last night. You answer her shakily

“Just lost track of time. Nothing happened.”

She nudges you again and says, “Okay,” with a knowing tone. Instead of arguing, you let your head fall back again my the window. Two more tears escape you before you fiercely wipe them away, determined not to let it get to you. He’s just a boy.

-✿✿✿-

You really should have just gone to the hotel tonight. The lack of sleep from the night before plagues you still after the show, especially on the adrenaline comedown.

But in the spirit of touring, you are convinced by Violet to accompany them to a bar, where you throw back a second vodka cran quickly and accept a hit of Carol’s cigarette.

And then there’s Jake. You can’t quite manage to peel your eyes away from the girl on the bar stool beside him. Her and her charming little grin, the way you can see her lipgloss sparkle from across the way.

Most infuriatingly, the way that Jake gives a wolfish grin back, and his eyes seem darker as he turns to her. The final blow is a flash of his hand skirting over her thigh, dancing over her skin.

Your head snaps to Paisley, “I need a fucking shot.”

She scans your face and seems to sense the panic, but like the sweet being she is, she places a gentle hand on your shoulder and gives a reassuring smile.

“Thought you’d never ask. Lemon drop? Green tea?”

Your head is shaking before her questions are over.

“Whiskey.”

She nibbles on her bottom lip and looks at you, and softly, she starts, “You okay?”

You shake your head again and she nods, going to fetch the shots as you take a shaky breath.

After one more fleeting glance at Jake, with his hand trailing over and over her knee, you swear it off the rest of the evening. There’s nothing you can do; there’s no need to stare at him and cause yourself misery.

“Cheers,” Paisley’s voice is in stereo as she swings around your right side, plopping 4 whiskey shots on the bar table in front of you. “Girls,” she says to get the other’s attention, divvying up the shots.

“Whiskey?” Carol scowls, holding it up in front of her.

“Oh hush,” Paisley smarts, “I said, cheers!”

You clink shot glasses and throw it back, willing the tears away in your eyes. The burn of the liquor does just that, and when you slam the glass down, a small smile finds its way to your face.

When you meet Paisley’s eyes, she’s giving you an inquisitive look. She must read your face.

“I’ll go get some more,” she says, turning back to the bar. You nod and take a sip of your third drink. You can absolutely feel it, so you should probably slow down, but it’s helping squash the anger that had bubbled up in you.

After Paisley returns with the second shot, and after it trials a warm path down your throat, you give her a wide smile. You feel fuzzy and nice.

“There we go,” Paisley giggles and tussles your hair, “Better?”

You nod, giggling.

“Good,” she smile. Her next words are softer, “Forget about him, babe. He’s an idiot, and you’re a hot rockstar.”

She means well, but it makes your chest ache a bit. You push it away with a nod as she pats your shoulder.

Not long after, the room spins. You really should have seen it coming, perhaps you even did, but it hits all at once.

“Paisley,” it slurs out of you, “Gotta go outside.”

Her hair whips everywhere as she spins her head to look at you, her eyeliner smudged and her eyes heavy from the presumable weed she smoked in the bathroom.

“Need me to come?”

You shake your head, giving her a salute as you back away.

“Be safe,” she points a serious finger at you, “Go straight to the hotel.”

Nodding, you make a swift exit into the warm air of the night. You’re somewhere in the desert now, and the air is dry and cool. You inhale it as deep as you can as you watch the neon from the bar signs across the street flicker. They’re pink and green, and it feels like outer space, which makes you giggle.

Willing the nausea away, you begin the short walk to the hotel, and try not to think about Jake. Inevitably, your inebriated brain does not listen, and you’re stuck between wanting to hate him, and wanting his hands all over you.

It’s still on your mind as you open your hotel door, as you slip inside the room and kick off your boots. You stare at the hotel bed, the empty, glaring white sheets. And you don’t want to lay in it alone.

Instead, you squint to look around the room for the ice bucket. You’ll waste some time getting ice and a drink from the vending machine, and perhaps by then, your mind will settle down.

Slipping the key card in the pocket of your denim skirt, you enter the hallway, barefoot and pleasantly drunk. You trudge to the ice room, offering the empty bucket to it for filling. Unable to resist the urge, you pop one of the cold cubes into your mouth and crunch. It’s refreshing, and you smile to yourself as you make your way back out.

There’s a figure in the hallway, about half way down and blurry, and you wonder to yourself for a moment if it really is him, or if you’re that drunk.

You turn to disregard it, to head to the vending machine, but sure enough;

“Hey.”

His voice is warm, and so wonderfully gentle. You hate how gentle it is.

You turn back, against your own will. And there’s Jake, wandering the few feet down the hall to you, dragging his hand through his messy hair.

“Hi.” You answer back, popping another ice cube in your mouth. He stops a few feet ahead of you and gives you a once over, and that shit eating grin appears on his face.

“No shoes?” He nods down at your feet.

Swallowing the water in your mouth, you nod and hold up the bucket, “Just wanted ice.”

He nods and rubs his hand over his flushed cheek. He’s drunk too.

“Wanna come in? I have drinks in the mini fridge,” he jabs his thumb in the vicinity of his hotel room.

You are silent for a long time, far too long for a normal conversation. You’re attempting to weight all of the options: should you, shouldn’t you, who cares, should you care, etc, until finally he breaks the silence:

“I’m just offering you a nightcap, I’m not gonna eat you alive, doll.” He smirks, and jesus christ, you wish it didn’t make your stomach turn the way it does.

You try to stay upset at him as he winks. Reluctantly, with an eye roll, you move to follow him to the room. He holds the door open wordlessly.

“Did you have a fun night?” you ask with a tone, walking in and setting the ice bucket on the desk. Might as well get the dig in before the liquor catches up to you fully, and you’re too drunk to be witty.

He nods and throws his phone and wallet on the bed, “You?”

You give a curt not back.

“You want a drink?” He offers.

“No liquor,” you sigh, “Already drunk.”

He nods and starts to fetch a sprite from the fridge, cracking it open as he hands it to you. His hands are large, you notice for the hundredth time. His fingers are long.

“So, why’d you ask like that? He says, reaching for his own soda. You step close to him, probably too much so, but it’s like he’s got his own god damn gravitational pull. When he comes back up from the fridge, you’re a few feet away.

“What?” you ask.

“How my night was,” he clarifies, cracking his soda can open and leaning with one arm against the hotel furniture. He takes a long sip.

You shrug at his question, “Just seems like you had a fun time,” you raise your brows and take another sip. You’re being petty, but you don’t care.

He studies your face for a moment and scrunches his brow down, pressing his lips together. After a second, he shakes his head,

“Just say it, whatever it is you’re not saying.”

You blink at him. You should leave, probably. But the words pour from you before you can stop. You set your soda down on the desk with some level of aggression. He sets his down too, softer.

“You played with my hair,” you say, emotion creeping up in your voice.

He watches you, his lips parted, his drunk mind trying to understand what has just come out of your mouth.

“You said I have a sunset aura. We fell asleep together.”

The thoughts are disjointed, but it’s what comes to your mind.

“I thought you liked me,” you finally get it out—the meat of what you’re trying to say. You feel embarrassed, childish and petulant, “I thought—”

Your throat begins to shut as tears start in your eyes. The embarrassment is combusting into anger, fueled by the alcohol.

“I thought—”

“I do,” he interjects before you can say it again, “I do like you.”

You’re in stunned silence for a moment at the admission, but then the words find you.

“Then why the other girl?” You force the words out through your tight throat, though they wobble, “Why—why do that when I was in your bed last night? You had me.”

He winces at that, barely, but you see it. He licks his lips and furrows his brow more, standing with a hand hooked through one of his belt loops. He doesn’t seem angry, though, maybe confused.

“Little wing,” he sighs finally, with such a genuine regret in his voice that you almost soften, “I don’t know,” he rubs his face over his hand, “I just flirt, I don’t—”

“You could flirt with me,” you know it comes out harsh and borderline desperate, but the liquor has ripped down your walls, and your frustration is glowing hot at the surface.

“It’s not just that, I just—,” he sucks in a breath and shakes his head, “I’m fucking drunk, doll, I don’t—“

“Spit it out, Jake,” you have no patience for niceties.

“I just wanted a hook up,” he blurts, “But I didn’t, I mean, obviously, I’m here,” he holds his hands out at the room, “I just—”

“What is this, Jake?” Forget soft, you’re angry now, “You like me but don’t want to hook up with me? I didn’t ask you if you wanted to be friends, I asked if you like me—”

“I do,” His voice is soft and his eyes are sad, and as he says it, he steps forward and touches your cheek. Try as you might to maintain your anger, the touch takes your breath. You want it: you want him to be soft with you, to touch you like that.

“I do,” he repeats as he strokes over your cheek with his thumb, gentle as a breeze, “You do remind me of a sunset. Little wing, I fucking—” he laughs, breathless, and you can do nothing but watch, “I’m damn near obsessed with you.”

Out of your stunned silence, you manage a hushed response, “Then why not me? At the bar…I…your hand…”

He shakes his head solemnly and strokes your cheek again, “Because I don’t—I don’t know how to do that, doll. I don’t really…I just usually fuck girls and then that’s it. I’m not really used to much more, y’know, with the touring, and,” he sucks in a breath, collecting himself, “And I don’t want to do that with you.”

“I…” you search for words that never come, “Jake…,”

“You’re too sweet,” he’s suddenly so close, leaning in with whisky on his breath. His cheek nuzzles yours, “You’re so fucking…sweet, fucking beautiful, and feminine,” his lips drag over your cheekbone, “talented, special, pretty little thing…”

“Jake…” it’s all you can manage.

“And I can’t…” he nips at your jaw and your head is spinning, “Fuck, I can’t do… that… to you,”

“Why?” it comes out as a whimper, “Why can’t we?”

You can’t bring yourself to care about any of his cryptic warnings: you just want him.

“Fuck, I shouldn’t—I’m drunk, this isn’t—“ His hand leaves your jaw and he pulls away.

You tighten your fist into his jacket lapels, strangling the black leather fringe, and he suddenly comes to, his eyes locking on yours.

“What are you scared of?” You bite out.

He sucks in a breath and his eyes scan over your face.

“I’m drunk, doll, I really…we should really talk when I’m not.”

“Why? So you can phrase it better? Just say it,”

He licks his lips, “I don’t want to mess this up. I like my time with you, I like how we just…how easy it is. It’s sweet. I don’t wanna ruin it. I don’t wanna fuck and then never talk again, or make it all complicated, or…” he shakes his head, “I just wanted it to stay sweet.”

The admission is gentle, and you ease up on him, speaking softer.

“I didn’t take you as careful.”

“It’s just you, little wing,” his eyes scan your face, soft brown and kind, “Just with you.”

The silence invites a palpable tension, suspended between both of your anticipating glances.

As precautious as he speaks, it seems his body cannot help but surrender to the temptation, and he leans in again. Feather soft, his lips brush yours. You can feel his breath, and the scent of him is dizzying.

“M’sorry,” he’s slurring suddenly, “I’m—um…” he falls silent and he moves to rest his forehead against your temple. You can feel his shaking breath.

Your heads are pressed together, breathing against each others necks. In your chest, your heart is a drum.

You know you should be sorry too; this isn’t how you want to kiss him for the first time. But he smells so good, and his skin is warm, and his hands on your waist are making your spine tingle, and you can’t care about anything that should or shouldn’t happen.

“Jake?” you sigh.

“Yeah?” his voice sounds strained.

“Can you stop being sorry and just fucking kiss me?” you hiss against his jaw.

“Fuck yes,” he breathes, slamming back into you. His lips are hungry, and you’re needy.

His hands are against your bare ribs as he licks into your mouth, and his palms pressed warm against your skin makes a heat flare in your stomach.

He backs you up a couple feet to push you up against the wall as he kisses down your neck. His hands are wandering, skirting hesitatingly over your breasts, his thumb dips under your skirt hem into your navel and then retreats. His hand falls to your hip, flirting with the hem of your skirt. Your legs open for him and it makes him whine.

“Can I—“ he swallows.

“Please,”

His hand moves along the front of your thigh, and then it’s between them, his thumb rubbing over the soft skin slowly. Then, it moves up to your panties, touching softly over you.

“Warm,” he breathes, like he didn’t even mean to say it aloud.

“Jake,” you whine, “Please.”

“Oh,” it’s nearly a whine, and his eyes are squeezed shut, “Don’t say my name like that, doll, or this is gonna get out of hand quick.”

The words make your legs clamp together around his hand.

“You like the thought of that, huh?” He nips at your ear, “Don’t tempt me. Let’s not—“ there’s a sharp inhale as his thumb brushes the hem of your panties, nearly dipping his finger under the fabric, “Let’s not get carried away.”

“Why can’t we?”

“Jesus christ, little wing, you’re makin’ this hard for me,” he withdraws his thumb and skirts it over the front of your panties, “You don’t—“ his breath hitches, and he looks directly into your eyes, “You don’t wanna wait?”

“For what?”

“I don’t know,” he sighs, “I just—fuck, I just didn’t want it to be like this,”

“What do you want?” You ask, and you mean it. He draws his hand away from your thigh.

“I’m not good at this, like I said, I just—I don’t know what this looks like tomorrow if we do that tonight.”

“I want you to want me bad enough to not care about any of that,” it comes out of you before you can decide better.

“Oh, doll,” he’s breathless, shaking his head. He meets you in another desperate kiss, and okay, maybe you’ll believe him.

“I want you,” he says it with a shudder in his breath. The back of his hand graces your cheek, “God, do I want you,” he looks at your for a long moment in silence before he takes your hand and brings it down to the front of his jeans, where you can feel the hard warmth of him beneath the clasp. It makes your cheeks hot.

“See?” He slots your fingers with his, then, “ But I can’t not care…” he kisses your cheek, “Even drunk, I know that.”

“Please?” You give him doe eyes, and you reach for his hand, placing it back on the hem of your skirt, “Jake, I…please, touch me.”

“Listen to you,” his eyes roll back in his head, “Fuck, I don’t even recognize myself, I normally…mm, jesus you’re hard to resist,”

He takes a deep breath, and then removes both of his hands, holding them up in the air as he releases the breath. They come back to cradle your face.

“Doll…,” he says softly, “Not tonight. I’m sorry, I wish—“ he clears his throat, “You’re welcome to stay here, but I can’t do that tonight,”

He shocks you with the display of reservation, and suddenly you’re hit with a wave of embarrassment.

He can tell.

“Hey,” he kisses you softly, “It’s alright. Just—I can’t do that with you like this. It’s not fair to you.”

You nod softly and embarrassed tears begin to sting at your eyes.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he wipes them with his thumb and kisses you again, so tender your heart aches, and you want to be mad but all you can do is kiss back.

“You can stay here,” he says against your lip, “I can hold you.”

The thought of laying there with him after all this makes you almost frantic, you wish it could go any other way.

For the second night in a row, he’s sighing as you turn away.

“Little wing,”

It’s sad, and in the pit of your stomach, nausea brews. You’re already walking away when he repeats it, and because your body cannot help it, you turn back to him.

“What?” it’s far harsher than you meant; you can see it in the way he recoils that it stings.

“You can stay,” he offers again, “Please—I—It’s alright, I promise.”

A thousand replies run through your mind, but you settle on a heavy breath. You don’t think even if you could put the disappointment into words, that he might understand, or that it might make any difference. You don’t want to spend the night chastely laying beside him while you wonder again if he wants you the same way you want him. So you don’t.

“Goodnight, Jake,” you say softly, tears stinging at the corners of your eyes.

And for the second night in a row, you let the hotel door shut as he’s saying the nickname again.

“Little wing—”

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[keiffeine]

Hey I saw that your requests were open so I was wondering if you could do a story/head canon thing where the reader has a lot of exams coming up and is super stressed, and they have/beginning to catch a cold and some of the men comfort them. Kaeya or Al haitham would work for it but anyone you feel that fits is fine!! Also please take your time and I understand if this is a little vague. Have a good day/night!!

with gender-neutral reader.

ft. alhaitham

genre: fluff

a/n: to anyone who’s taking exams, i wish you good luck! i’ve had my fair share of them (my ap lit one was last week…). if you’ve already taken them, i hope you get amazing scores!! i decided to focus the req with alhaitham bc it felt very fitting :))

© all rights reserved to keiffeine. reposting, plagiarizing, modifying, and translating is not allowed.

• you’ve been spending the past few weeks studying, reviewing endlessly at the akademiya’s library for hours and even in your own home.

• you’ve flipped through countless amounts of notes and review material repeatedly, quietly quizzing yourself under your breath and silently patting yourself on the back when you got the answer right.

• the upcoming exams have brought you stress to another level, considering they were the core classes that you especially needed to pass—you couldn’t afford to get a low score on the exam!

• it’s caused you to pull all-nighters and drinking as much coffee as you can to get through the day—overall neglecting your health and therefore leaving you sick and nearly unable to get out of bed.

• “i understand the importance of your exams, but,” alhaitham sighs as he places the back of his palm to your forehead. considering your current state, he decided to take a bit of time to care for you, since you hadn’t been taking any consideration for your own health lately. it made you feel a bit guilty, considering that he probably had much more important duties to attend to. “you can’t just neglect your health like this—that’s much more important than exams.”

• you grumble, scrunching your eyebrows a little bit. “i know…but…i need to pass. you of all people should understand.”

• “i’m sure you’ll have no trouble passing,” alhaitham tells you with comfort in his tone, glancing at the stacks of books and notes on your desk. “look, you’ve gotten yourself sick…please don’t overwork yourself. you’re the smartest person i know, i’m sure you’ll ace your exams perfectly.”

• you smile at him appreciatively. “thank you. for that, and for coming here to check up on me.” you take his hand, gently pressing your lips to his knuckles.

• “of course…” alhaitham’s smile turns warmer as he gently rubs your head. “get some rest, okay? i’ll be here when you wake up and…we’ll relax together for the rest of the day, how about that?”

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summary : so there's no good reason in make believing that we could ever exist again warnings : out of character billy (just a teeny tinny bit), break up, cheating, billy still being toxic, yea this isn't happy notes : this song is just chef's kiss yall

You and Billy had been Hawkins High's 'it' couple. The guys envied to be him, the girls were jealous of you. Sure, you fought here and there, but your relationship was as perfect as highschool relationships could be.

Key word : was.

Everything was fine Billy was winning one basketball game after another, you were there on the sidelines cheering him on. But you noticed one thing was off.

Another girl was wearing his varsity jacket, the one you always wore the halls. You had given it back to him for the game, but instead he gave it to another girl.

"Why did she have your jacket on?" You asked as he drove you home.

Billy sighed before answering, "she was cold, I offered it to her and she took. It doesn't mean anything, don't overreact."

You wish you did. Maybe then you wouldn't have caught him and the same girl in the locker room before the game. You went in to wish Billy luck and give him a kiss, but he was too busy shoving his tongue down her throat to notice you.

She was the one to pull away and scurry away. As she passed you, you purposely moved so you hit her shoulder with your own. She stumbled a bit, but you kept staring at Billy.

"Listen, babe-"

"We're done," you said sharply. You pulled his varsity jacket off and threw it at him. "Give her your jacket, I'm sure she's still cold."

You walked home, not caring how cold or dark it was getting. You were fuming and you hoped a walk would calm you down.

It didn't.

You stormed through the door and ignored your parents' questions, heading straight for your room. You shut your door behind you and locked it. You didn't bother to turn any lights on, you were going to bed anyway. Maybe some sleep will help.

Wrong.

You couldn't sleep. You kept thinking about all the good times with Billy, you kept thinking about how many times you excused his shitty behavior, you kept thinking about all the signs that it was going to end this way,

Tears started to fall onto your pillow and you didn't even fight to stop them. You rolled over and grabbed your other pillow, squeezing it tightly as sobs wracked your body.

--

You woke up to a tear soaked pillow and puffy eyes. You rolled over towards your window and were met with harsh sunlight. You groaned as you got out of bed, still in your clothes from last night.

A sudden knock came from your door.

"Honey! Billy's here!" Your mom called from the other side.

Maybe if you hid under the covers and didn't answer, this whole thing would go away. No more Billy, no more cheating.

Another knock came from door.

"Sweetheart, it's me. Can I come in?"

Damn it.

You walked over to your door, pushing your shoes from last night to the side. You unlocked the door and yanked it open.

Billy was smiling when he looked at you. Smiling. The audactiy.

His smile suddenly dropped when he saw you. Your messy hair, puffy eyes, and tear streaks on your cheeks.

"Sweetheart-"

"Shut up, Billy. How stupid are you to show up here after what you did?"

"Let me explain-"

"No! You don't deserve a chance to explain yourself!"

He grabbed your hands, and you had to resist the urge to pull away. "Please, I'm sorry."

You sighed, pulling your hands away and turning away. "Fine, since you came, I guess I'll let you stay."

Billy followed you inside your room, closing the door behind him. You walked over to your desk while he sat on the edge of the bed.

"For as long as it takes to grab your books and coat, and that one good cologne that you bought when we were fighting!" You yelled, throwing any item of his that you had at him.

Billy was surprised by your sudden change in attitude. He stood up, not catching anything you were throwing at him. "What is wrong with you?! I came here to apologize and this is how you treat me?!"

"Oh, you're mad at me?! At least I wasn't in the locker room shoving my tongue down some girl's throat, you asshole!"

"You don't understand-"

"I don't care, Billy! Go home, it's over."

Billy opened his mouth to argue back, but nothing came out. He sighed and turned towards the door. He could feel your eyes staring at the back of his head as he left your room. He didn't bother closing the door, knowing that you would probably slam the door to prove your point.

"I hope you stay in my memories!" You called after him.

Billy turned to look at you again, but was met with your door slamming shut.

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hi hello can I ask for saintspy and #8 please? 👀 -andmakeithome

you are SO real for this one!!

8. running fingers through your lover's hair

"Truth or lie?"

Ethan has his head laid back against Simon's shoulder -- he's Simon today; easy and casual and still in bed even though it's past nine -- and he doesn't react as Simon traces his fingers over a new scar that's raised red and angry on Ethan's hip. He'd noted it last night, but there hadn't been any space for words last night when they'd been too busy devouring each other after five weeks apart. It's rare that they spend that long away from each other, these days. Simon runs shorter jobs, and Ethan is involved more with intelligence than field work. Getting old does that to the best of them.

"Hmm," Ethan sighs. "You wouldn't like the truth. And the Secretary wouldn't like me telling you the truth."

"I'm asking you."

"Lie, then," Ethan says. "To keep us all happy."

Simon kisses his temple, quiet and waiting. Giving Ethan the space to organise his thoughts.

"It was underwater," Ethan says. "That's why it's still healing. Got some gunk in it. I wish we'd been in the open sea, but at least it wasn't in the sewer. River water running through a city, somewhere in the middle. I was diving, and caught on something metal -- a shopping cart, or a pipe, I don't know. Bothered me for the rest of the mission. My mistake. Something small like that could have cost me when I really needed the flexibility."

Simon encourages him to lay his head against Simon's shoulder, and then threads his fingers through Ethan's hair slowly in order to soothe him. There's seeds of the truth in the story -- that's how this works. Talking about it without talking about it. So the details may be fudged, but how Ethan feels about the wound probably isn't.

"This may come as a surprise to hear, but you don't actually know everything, and you can't actually see everything," Simon says dryly. "Don't beat yourself up for it. It still hurts, doesn't it? It feels hot."

"Yes," Ethan admits. "But it's good. A reminder to do better next time."

Simon doesn't know what really happened, but he dearly hopes there won't be a next time. If Ethan's imply that it was luck that got him out alive, then Simon never wants him to rely on that alone. Too fickle a companion for his taste.

"You don't need to be hurt for that," Simon tells him, threading his fingers through his hair. "Here's your reminder: come home, and I'll keep doing this for you, whenever you want."

Ethan groans softly. "That is very motivating."

"Good." Simon kisses the top of his head. "Keep it in mind."

Ethan curls up against him, warm and safe and alive, and Simon makes another promise to himself: that he'll always be here for Ethan to come home to.

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[lexiepoch]

Natasha Prompt Fic

Prompt: "Can someone turn the sun off please?"

Word Count: 2320

Note: I forgot I had this in one of my folders on my phone, like completely forgot about it haha. Hope you enjoy

Translations:

khoroshava devochka= good girl

Detka= baby

Milashka= cutie

Lyubov= love

Prekrasnyy/krasivaya= beautiful

Kukla=doll

Podruga= girlfriend

It was quite late. So late that even you, a girl who loves late nights, was extremely tired. Not that you would admit that to anybody though. The party thrown by Stark had ended hours ago, but the Avengers-only after-party was just coming to a close. "Y/N, my love, it's time for bed." says your girlfriend, Natasha, as you finish off your tenth martini of the night.

"But Nat! I don't want to go to bed yet!" you say, clearly heavily intoxicated, as you signal the bartender for another one.

"Y/N, it is nearly four o'clock in the morning. You are clearly drunk off your ass, and I would wager you probably couldn't even stand up without falling over. It's bedtime, prekrasnyy." she says, motioning to the bartender that you're cut off before picking you up off the stool you're perched on.

"Widow! Why are you ruining all her fun?!" jokes James Rhodes, chuckling as you fuss in your girlfriends grasp.

"She's tired, I'm tired and she's drunk off her ass. I'm taking the initiative to put her to bed. This is why we don't leave her around alcohol unsupervised. But, we do get to take  care of her cute hungover self in the morning." says your girlfriend, bouncing you in her arms like a toddler to keep you occupied while she wishes the group goodnight.

"Have a good night, Nat. Good luck with her." calls Stark as she carries you up the stairs to her bedroom.

When she gets to her room, she kicks the door shut behind the pair of you and lays you down on the bed. She quickly gets changed and gets clothes out to help you change into. She gently starts to unbutton your blouse and tug it out of your dress pants. "Natty! I don't want to go to sleep!" you whine as she pulls you blouse off your shoulders.

"Y/N, baby, you're tired. I can see it in your eyes. Be a khoroshava devochka for me and let me get you changed for bed okay?" she says, popping your bra off with a skilled hand. In your drunk state, you shyly cover up your breasts. "Oh detka, don't be shy. It's not like I haven't seen them before, you silly girl." she teases, pulling a large shirt over your head. You shyly remove your arms from blocking your chest from her sight to quickly slide them through the arm holes of the shirt. "Do you wanna do your pants or do you want Natty to help, detka?" she asks, taking your hands in hers to rub the backs of your palms with her thumbs.

"Can Natty help?" you ask, trying to cuddle into your girlfriends chest.

"Of course I can bubba. Can you lay back so Natty can get to your belt? I promise we can cuddle after." You whine, but do as she asks and lay back on the bed. "Khoroshava devochka. I'm just gonna take your belt off first, okay lyubov?" You hum in agreement. Once you're changed into the pajama shorts Natasha got out for you, she gets off the bed and heads to turn the light off.

~Time Skip~ * The Next Morning, 10 a.m.*

You stumble into the main room, still dressed in your pajamas. "Good morning sleepyhead. How are you feeling?" teases Stark. You flip him off before laying face down on the couch. "I'm gonna take that as not too great. Anything we can do to help you feel any better, kiddo?"

"Can someone turn the sun off please?" you ask, voice muffled by the couch.

"Sorry Y/N. That is not something under our control. C'mon you, sit up. I'll go get you some breakfast. Toast sound good?" asks Steve, helping you sit up on the couch by quite literally picking you up from laying and sitting you back on the couch.

"Yes please Stevie. Thank you." You mumble, placing your elbows on your knees and your head in your hands.

You hear him walk away to the kitchen and feel Stark sit beside you on the couch. "This, my dear, is why we don't leave you unsupervised at the bar." he teases, ruffling your hair. You bat at him, not liking your hair touched by anyone other than your girlfriend. He gets up and leaves just as your girlfriends footsteps enter the room.

"Good morning my little milashka. Head not feeling to good krasivaya?" she says. You feel her crouch down in front of you. You shake your head, whining slightly.

"Romanoff, I thought I asked you to stop using Russian around the compound?" says Stark.  

"Stark, I am talking to my girlfriend. I am using terms of endearment in my mother tongue. She likes it, actually prefers it to English endearments. Steve gone to get you some breakfast?" She says to Stark before turning back to you. You nod your head this time, breathing deeply. "Feeling sick?"

"Yeah. Stevie! Put that toast on hold please. I think I might throw up if I eat anything right now." You call to the blond man in the kitchen.

"Okay kiddo. Take care of yourself today. I'm going down to the gym for a while." he says, coming back into the main room.

"Thanks Steve. I'll take care of her, don't worry. She's in much better hands than her own." says Nat, stroking your cheek with her hand.

"Oh alright. You're right, she doesn't take very good care of herself, does she?"

"Oh fuck off you pair. Just cause I don't know my alcohol limits doesn't mean I can't take care of myself. I did just fine in college." you complain, flipping the pair of them off.

Natasha chuckles at that. "Detka, when I first saw you as a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent you were skinny as a rail. I swear you might not have even tipped the scales at a hundred pounds soaking wet in jeans. Don't you remember that?" she says, pressing a kiss to your forehead. Suddenly you lurch off the couch running for the closest bathroom. Crashing to your knees, you puke up all of your stomach contents from the night before. "Oh prekrasnyy. That's it, kukla. Get it all up, Y/N." she coos, rubbing your back. When you're finished, you stand up and rinse your mouth out a the sink before wiping your face off with toilet paper.

"Okay, I think I'm good to try and eat something now." you mumble to yourself, walking to the stairs. You bounce up them, heading towards your bedroom to get changed. When you return to the kitchen you're wearing skinny jeans and a top of Natasha's.

"That is my shirt, krasivaya. But, it sure looks cute with those jeans." says your girlfriend, rubbing her hands up and down your sides, sending chills down your spine at the feeling.

"That's why I borrowed it, babes. Hope you don't mind. And stop that! You know it tickles me!" you say, leaning back to peck her lips. She laughs, dropping her hands to hold onto your hips.

"I don't mind my lyubov. That's why I do it, silly! I love to hear your little giggles and see your happy little grin. And so does everybody else!" she teases, leaning down to rest her head on your shoulder. You push the lever on the toaster down and begin to wait for your plain breakfast to be surrendered.

"Did I do any thing silly last night?" you ask, turning to face your girlfriend.

A smirk arrises on her lips and she begins to chuckle slightly. "Well, when I was helping you get changed you decided even though we've been dating for over a year I couldn't see your tits. It was really cute." she says, grabbing you by the hips and lifting you onto the countertop.

"Nat!" you squeak, grabbing onto her shoulders to balance yourself.

"What detka? Can't I lift my podruga up onto the counter top and give her a kiss?" she says, leaning up and planting a soft kiss on your lips. You give in and kiss her back. That one simple kiss turns into a light makeout session. When the toast pops up behind your back, both of you jump, having forgotten about it. "Time for breakfast, lyubov." she says, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you off the kitchen counter to stand back on your feet. You whine when she pulls away from kissing you and begin to pout as she sets you back on the floor. "Go sit in the living room, kukla. I'll bring your toast out in a minute along with a drink." she says, tapping your ass while pushing you towards the main room.

As you walk into the main room, you see that the couch you were laying on earlier is still empty. Looking around to ensure that the coast is clear of Steve Rogers, you flop face first onto the cushions again. "Good morning Y/N." Calls Rhodey's voice from your left.

"Mornin' Rhodes." you mumble into the couch.

"Tired kid?" he says sarcastically.

"No shit I'm tired Rhodey. I'm hungover and I've got a pounding headache. Leave me the fuck alone." you grumble.

"Now now prekrasnyy that's no way to speak to James." says Nats voice as she comes into the living room. She pats the back of your thigh with a firm hand. "Up you get, dorogoy. Time to eat, moya lyubov. Don't make me make Barnes pick you up Y/N." she warns, tapping her foot on the tiled floor.

"What?! Why am I being dragged into this?!" asks Bucky, confused.

"Because my hands are full and she likes you best other than me." replies your girlfriend sassily. You giggle into the couch but don't move your postion. "Y/N. Last chance kotenok. Get your cute little ass up." She warns, voice becoming firmer.

Begrudgingly you sit yourself up and pull your legs onto the cushion and sit cross-legged. "Alright, gimme the food." you grumble, rolling your eyes.

"Khoroshava devochka. Here you go, moya lyubov." says Nat, winking at you as she hands you a small plate with a piece of buttered toast and a glass of water.

"Seriously Nat? Water? I hate water! You know I hate plain water!" you complain, making a displeased face at your girlfriend.

"Poor baby. You need to hydrate and strong flavours are off the table for the day. Drink up dorogoy." she says, patting your head like a child.

You set the glass on the floor in front of the couch and sit up against the back of the couch. "I'm not drinking it." you say stubbornly, looking up at your girlfriend frowning.

"Well that's all your having today Y/N. You either drink it of your own free will or I pour it down your throat and force you to drink it. Your choice kukla." she says, hands on her hips.

"I'm not drinking it Natty! It's digusting! I don't like it!" you whine, crossing your arms.

"You know what? Eat your toast and meet me in my bedroom when your finished." she says sternly before leaving the room.

"You're in deep shit now Y/N. Widows mad at you." says Rhodey.

"Yeah no shit James. She should know that I don't like to drink water plain."

"What's going on? Why is Natasha stalking down the hall looking really pissed off?" says Bruce coming into the room as you take a bite out of your breakfast.

Everyone in the room points at you and you roll your eyes in return. When you finish chewing and swallow your food, you answer his question. "Well Nat decided to give me a glass of plain water knowing full well I hate drinking plain water. And I may have argued with her."

"Oh shit. Y/N, she's trying to take care of you. She does know but it's better to have plain food and drinks when you're hungover, especially if you've thrown up." says Bruce, coming to sit next to you.

"I know. It's just absolutely disgusting, Bruce. That shit makes me gag. She knows that." you mumble, taking another bite of your toast. When you finish your food you take your plate to the kitchen and drop it in the sink before slinking to your girlfriends bedroom. You knock on the door softly. "Can I come in Natty?" you ask softly.

"Yeah detka, come on in." she calls back. You open the door slowly and see her on the bed with something behind her back. "Come sit, prekrasnyy. I need to talk to you, lyubov." she says gently, clearly calmer now. You shut the door behind you and move to sit cross-legged on the corner of the bed. "Now, I know you don't like the taste of plain water detka. But was there any reason you had to react the way you did?" she asks gently. You shake your head, knowing that your reaction was a little over the top. "Exactly. I had an idea. If you drink this whole bottle of plain water today before dinner time, you can bottom tonight, I'll tie you up and we will use a couple of your favourite toys. Do we have a deal kotenok?" she proposes, pulling out a large Yeti bottle from behind her back.

"Deal! Definite deal!" you say, grabbing the bottle from her hands.

"That's what I thought you would say. Khoroshava devochka." she praises as you take a large sip out out of the bottle. As you swallow you make a face of disgust, causing Nat to let out a little giggle. "God, you're adorable Y/N." she says, grabbing you by your waist and pulling you towards her. "Let's cuddle for a bit, my little cutie. I love you, Y/N."

"Love you too, Natty." you mumble, cuddling into her.